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Insurgency: Long Live The Queen

Summary: A totalitarian regime reigns over a South American country in which the virus is being distributed to its citizens at the pretense of a “cure.” Leon was sent to retrieve a sample of the virus mutation when he stumbled upon a group of anti-government activists whose main goal is to overthrow their government. Will Leon help the cause or will he fall down with the government as well?

Warning: Mentions of mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Slow burn. Age gap (Leon is 38 and reader is 21+). Reader is female.

Word count: 5,105

A/N: how we feeling about this so far? :3

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“The whole question here is: Am I a monster, or a victim myself?” - Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment.

Leon was put into a room after you guys reached La Sénte. He was given food and water as well as a bed for him.

What a nice welcome, he thought.

You were currently in a meeting room with Yarina and other Insurgents.

“The president is on to us. She knows we’ve been the ones targeting her military. From now on, we’ll be facing death head on. This is no time for hesitations. We must act or die,” Yarina stated as she looked down at the papers scattered on the table.

“Yarina, we can’t risk losing people. We will be outnumbered if we want to go to the city states-“

“Enough,” Yarina slams her fists on the table, “We cannot sit back and watch as President Mendez treats our lives as rag dolls. Yes, there’s a chance we will die but I’d rather die fighting than die a coward.”

Silence overtook the room, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. Ever since the President had broadcasted the message of public executions, everyone’s been at edge. Including you.

“Why don’t we use the American?” One of the insurgents spoke up, he seemed to be the secretary of Yarina. “How do we use him exactly?” She asked.

“A life for a life. We send a message to President Mendez demanding that she freed all the captured civilians. In return, we’ll give him to her-“

“A swap,” you interjected. “It won’t work-“ you turned to look at Yarina, “Listen, those soldiers- they’re nothing like the ones we’ve seen. San Bandero is protected by tanks and endless troops. We’ll die the second we step foot there.”

Yarina hums and brought a hand to her chin as she thought hard.

“We’ll split up,” she pointed to the map, “Half of the available Insurgents will storm right into the city with our bomb artillery. I’m talking tanks and rocket launchers. The other half will go underground and perform an evacuation for the remaining citizens who are unharmed. I want this to be quick and efficient. We have no room for mistakes. Prioritize the children.”

Everyone nodded and began to scurry out of the meeting room to prepare for battle. “Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?”

You stopped walking and walked back towards her.

“I heard about what you did for Josue, that was really heroic of your part,” she said quietly.

“It was nothing, really,” you muttered back with a short nod.

Yarina chuckled and patted your back, “Humble too. You never fail to surprise me.”

She cleared her throat before continuing, “Listen, I didn’t just held you back to talk about your accomplishments.”

You could only nod slowly in silence, “I actually wanted to let you know that if I were to die tonight… I want you as our leader.”

Your eyes widened at her statement and you felt your throat run dry, “Yarina… don’t say that. How are you sure you’re-“

“Y/n. There is no guarantee that I’ll make it alive after the mission. The President is on to us and once she finds out that I’m the leader, she’ll kill me.”

You could only stare at her in silence. What she said was true. If President Mendez were to find out that Yarina was the leader of the rebelling group then she’ll most definitely die.

“Okay,” you nodded and agreed quietly, “I’ll do my best to be a good leader.”

Yarina smiled softly and squeezed your arm, “Good, now let’s get this mission over with.”

Leon heard the sounds of footsteps through the halls.

They must be making their next move, he thought.

He wondered how exactly everything started. Getting captured by a group of people who want to overthrow the government wasn’t really on his to-do list. But alas here he was.

The food was way better than other times he’s been to other missions. He had to give you guys credit for having edible bread and good chicken.

You were put into the group of Insurgents who will storm right into the city. Currently, you seating in a car with other members. Weapons in hands and boxes full of explosives ready to be used.

As you were driven there, the sun began to set. You’ve gotten used to fighting in the dark. It was better since the soldiers’ helmets didn’t really allow them to see at night. This was your advantage.

As you neared the city entry, everyone jumped out of the car and proceeded to blend in with the trees and bushes that surrounded the area.

Hiding behind a bush, you kept watch as the person next to you took out their rocket launcher and shot the city.

Multiple bombs were set off, each hitting a different thing. Buildings, tanks, soldiers- anything they can shoot. The ground shook and insurgents ran out of their hiding spot and began to attack the confused soldiers.

Your weapon ready in your hand, you shot the soldiers in front of you. You managed a few headshots. It was good that you had improved your skills ever since this whole thing started, it was good you were becoming alive.

As the insurgents in the sewer system began to drive the citizens of San Bandero out, they felt the ground shook. They needed to get out of there quickly before the roads collapsed on top of them.

“Madam President, there’s an attack in San Bandero. A group of rebels are shooting out soldiers and bombing out buildings. Do you want-“

“No,” the President cut the assistant off. She was angry, more angry than anyone has ever seen her. She stood up and walked towards the window to see. And sure enough, fire and smoke came out of San Bandero.

“Find their leader and bring them to me. I will end this once and for all,” the President said as she walked away from the window and back to her desk.

You and Yarina were fighting back to back as the soldiers tried to pounce at you both.

“Fuck! I’m out,” Yarina exclaimed as she tried to shoot with her gun but no bullets came out.

You took Yarina by the arm and dragged her into a collapsed building, giving both of you enough time to reload your weapons.

Yarina was busy reloading her gun as you kept watch, “Yarina…” your eyes widened as you stared at the TV on the tower. Yarina grew confused and then looked out towards the TV as well.

It was a video footage of the sewers- the citizens walking while the insurgents helped them out.

“Citizens of Pruye, let this be a reminder that traitorous acts do not go unpunished. Everyone in relation to rebellion will face consequences,” the President spoke.

Suddenly, a bomb fell down from a plane and into the roads. You and Yarina took cover behind a fallen piece of debris. The ground shook tremendously as heat and light took over.

You couldn’t hear anything for a good minute, only the constant ringing. You peeked at the scene and saw that the bomb had fallen right on top of the people evacuating. Your eyes trailed towards the TV and couldn’t help but let out a soft sob.

Children, women, men and insurgents lying dead on the floor. No trace of life after the explosion. Smoke and ashes filled the air and your hearing got back.

You heard Yarina scream and turned your head over your shoulder to find Yarina being taken away by two soldiers, “¡¡Come mierdas- todos ustedes!!”

You were about to start running towards her but another soldier lunged at you, pinning you the ground. You gripped their wrist and tried to not let them stab with the knife they had in their hands. With as much energy you could muster, you harshly threw the soldier off of you and shot them in the head with your gun.

You looked back at where Yarina was last seen but she was gone. Panic and anxiety coursed through you. You didn’t want to think about it. But you knew Yarina was going to die.

It’s been three hours since Yarina got captured. The remnants of San Bandero were the only thing that remained of what was once a lively city. Now it was just debris and dead bodies all around.

Some insurgents were being treated for their wounds and others were patrolling the streets. You were sitting down the sidewalk as you contemplated what to do.

It wasn’t until the TV on the tower turned on and President Mendez spoke,

“Citizens of Pruye, with every heartbreak comes good news. Although a city of ours has been destroyed, we too, have something that is worth destroying for those who oppose me.”

The camera pans to Yarina kneeling down before a soldier who has a gun pointed at her forehead. Her hands were tied behind her back as she had a piece of cloth around her mouth, gagging her.

“Yarina…” you whispered as you stood up and stared at the screen.

“Let this be a lesson for all. You cannot win a helpless fight,” the President continued.

The soldier hooked his finger around the trigger all while Yarina maintained eye contact with him. She didn’t fear death, she wasn’t scared in that moment. Yarina is a smart person, she’s known all along that by starting this rebellion she’d face her ultimate death. Not once did she flinch nor did she beg for mercy.

She took a deep breath and let her body fall to the ground after the soldier pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrating her skull, sucking the life out of her. A poodle of blood surrounded her head as she died with her eyes opened.

Gasps and screams were heard from the other insurgents around you. You, yourself, felt anger. Anger at yourself, anger at the government, anger at the whole world. But beneath all that anger, was a girl who feared and cried. She was hurt- you were hurt. And nothing is this world could do anything to settle the turmoil inside you.

Leon was brought to the meeting room right after everyone reached base. News of Yarina’s death reached everyone, including him.

You stood at the center of the table, the proclaimed new leader. Your whole demeanor changed, you were serious and angry. Your eyes held a pain that only Leon could guess and relate to, because he also knew what it felt like to lose people right in front of your eyes.

He didn’t say anything and allowed the insurgents to pull him in front of the table.

“Change of plans,” you started as you began to motion for everyone around the table, including Leon. He raised a brow but obliged.

“Everyone knows San Jolonia has medical supplies and weapons we can use. If we are going to fight Mendez, we must be ready,” your brows were pinched together and your tone was serious and a little terrifying to some.

“But San Jolonia has been abandoned. The President ordered for people to leave the city,” one of the insurgents said. You nodded, “I know, hence why I need to take this opening and take as much as we can- guns, medicine, food, clothes. I won’t let anything go to waste.”

“Wait… you’ll go by yourself? Y/n I don’t think that’s safe, you saw what happened to-“

“I know,” you mumbled and stared down at the map in the center of the table, “San Jolonia is abandoned. Plus, the American is coming with me.”

The insurgent’s eyes widened and Leon only stared at you with mild shock.

“Y/n- you can’t trust him. What if he-“

“If I wanted to kill her, I would’ve done so already,” Leon interjected. He stared at you and you stared back, the tension high.

“I saw what happened to one of your people,” Leon continued just a little bit softer. The atmosphere turned solemn and some insurgents looked away as he began to talk about Yarina.

Leon sighed, “I want to help.”

You furrowed your brows and narrowed your eyes in skepticism, “Why?”

“Because no one should deal with this type of control. You are fighting against a dictator and you’ll need all the help you can get…” he exhaled and looked away briefly, “I’ve seen people die in front of me as well. Feeling helpless and unable to do anything to save everyone… it’s a shitty feeling.”

Your face fell and you nodded slowly, he looked back at you from across the table, “Let me join you. If there’s anyway I can help, I’ll take it. No more innocent lives need to die.”

He was right, in a way. If you want to bring down the government, you’ll need help. And Leon was an American soldier. They’re known to be ruthless and strong. It would a great asset to have him.

“Okay,” you nodded, “untie him.”

An insurgent went behind Leon and untied his hands. He massaged his wrists and then looked at you.

“You and I are leaving tonight, do not be late,” it was the last thing you told him before you left the room.

You waited for Leon at the gate, it was dark outside. The night breeze flowing gently through the trees and grass. Leon approached you as he was checking his gun.

"You ready?" you asked him before opening the gate. He nodded at you, "Yeah, let's get this over with."

Since it was nighttime, you decided not to use a vehicle. It was dangerous already if the soldiers were to notice a vehicle roaming around, then they'd most likely shoot you. So, you settled on foot.

As you and Leon walked through the forest, he couldn't help but make small talk with you.

"So..." he started quietly as he pushed some branches out of his face.

"So?" you mumbled as you led the way, "Whatever you want to say, just say it."

He hummed and chuckled faintly behind you, "Aren't you the nice one..." He shook his head and walked beside you.

"Listen, I don't doubt your skills or anything..."

"But?" You raised a brow as you glanced at him before looking back at the forest.

"But don't you think you should... take a break? I mean- a lot has happened to you and not taking the time to process what just happened can cause you to-"

You stopped and turned to face him, "I didn't ask for a therapist. I'm fine- we need to push forward."

He sighed and watched as you walked ahead of him. He sighed and followed behind you.

You both reached the outskirts of San Jolonia, abandoned and ruined. Must've been President Mendez's doing.

"Don't stray off too far," you said as you walked towards the entrance of the city state, "I don't you to get lost so just keep close."

Leon nodded and silently walked behind you. It was completely silent, except for the sound of your footsteps. The night was cold and the air was soft. You walked towards an abandoned pharmacy and began to stuff your bag with as many things as possible. Leon stood behind you, keeping watch in case something were to come out.

There was a strange peace between the two of you. Like as if both of you already knew what the other thought. When you're involved in a battle, it can help bring people together.

And Leon couldn't help but feel sympathy for you. You were young, too young to be in something like this. Sure, wanting to fight for your freedom is a noble cause. But he also understands the pain that comes with it. He's conflicted. He wants to help in two ways- wants to fight alongside you but he also wants to avoid a war. But you seem set on the idea of war and there's nothing in his power that can change that.

You weren't dumb, you knew Leon thought this. It was written in his face. The man had a great sense of justice and only cared for the lives of the unfortunate. If you had to guess, you'd say he probably feels a lot of guilt. A guilt that kept on piling up as the years went by.

"We should camp out, it's getting late," You broke the silence and walked towards another abandoned building.

One of its walls was collapsed while parts of the ceiling were missing. You stepped inside the ruined building and began to set up a fire. Leon was too far behind, he walked slowly as his eyes looked around. It wasn’t everyday that he would get pulled into events like this.

After you started a fire, you sat in front of it and began to pull out some food you brought, “Hungry?”

Leon looked at you and shook his head no, “I’m good, thanks.” He went over to sit next to you as you shrugged, “Suit yourself,” you muttered under your breath before you took a bite out of a piece of bread.

Leon stared at the fire in silence. He was aware of the occasional glances you’d throw him but he hasn’t said anything, yet.

You sighed and looked back at the fire, remaining in silence once again.

“Why are you here?” You mumbled and looked at him.

“You told me to come-“

“That wasn’t what I meant,” you cut him off. “What made you come to this place?”

He looked back down at you before shrugging faintly and looking back at the fire, “Got sent here. Wasn’t really my choice.”

His voice was quiet and the light from the fire highlighted his features. You never actually sat down to get a good look at him but now that were, you couldn’t help but think hoe handsome he was. His foggy blue eyes piercing down at the flames as his dark fringe fell down the sides of his face. His stubble had been growing for a while- maybe even before he got sent here.

You exhaled softly and looked back at the fire, “So you were forced…”

He nodded, “Yep. I mean, it’s also partly my fault in a way. I work for the government and I get these… missions. Shits crazy when life hits you with the consequences of your actions, don’t you think?”

“I guess…” you mumbled and looked down at the bread in your hands, “So, you’re like a personal soldier or something?”

Leon chuckled and looked at you for a brief moment, “You’ve been watching way too many American movies.”

This time, you smiled softly and looked back at him, “What can I say? You Americans are the leaders of entertainment.”

That caused him to smile back, “Good point…” he exhaled softly before looking back at the fire, “But no. I’m not a personal soldier or whatever. I’m just an agent. I work in the defense department, lots of fighting.”

You hummed quietly and looked back at the fire in silence for a moment before speaking up in a cautious tone, “Was it your dream to become an agent?”

Leon felt his body freeze at that question. He blinked slowly as his expression fell slightly and then looked at you with a pained expression, “No, it’s not.”

Your own expression mimicked his as he continued, “I wanted to be a cop. Like the ones in Brooklyn 99 or Chicago P.D. But after…” he quickly trailed off, deciding whether or not he could tell you about Raccoon City.

“After?” You asked,

“After Raccoon City,” he replied quietly.

You were aware of what happened in Raccoon City. It made global news how the U.S. nuked it’s own people. But no one knew as much as Leon and you could tell that it left him with a big weight on his shoulders.

“When I escaped Raccoon City, my whole life changed… I was no longer the 21 year old rookie cop,” his gaze trailed on, no long focusing on the fire. Right now, he was somewhere else.

“I met this girl, when the whole Raccoon City thing started, she was like 10 or 11- and I couldn’t help but feel… anger. Not at her, obviously, but at everyone else. Children died that day, sisters… brothers… everyone died and I couldn’t save them,” he inhaled sharply,

“It felt like everyone moved on and I’m still stuck in that same fucking time-loop…” he looked down at you, “Not a day goes by where I don’t dream about it. About everything.”

You stared back at him and watched as his eyes told the story. His raw emotions emanated from within, “To this day, I still see them. Every figure and shadow of what remained of that goddamn city. The guilt to not have been able to help… it hurts more than anything in the world.”

He turned to look back at the fire in silence. You’ve never seen someone so hurt. Although it took you by the surprise, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. All those years that went by and he’s still in the same place.

“Is that why you’re helping us? Because you don’t want to feel guilt?” You asked quietly.

He nodded, “If I can help… I wouldn’t let the opportunity pass by. I’ll take hold of whatever chance I get to save people.”

You stared at him for a moment in silence. It was very noble of him basically risking his life for people- dangerous but very noble.

"You know," you started quietly, "I didn't even know how to fight before.. all of this even started." Leon raised his brow at you and then chuckled. He shook his head and stared back at you, "I can tell. When we first fought, you had so many openings."

You rolled your eyes at him and then looked back at orange flames, "Give me a break. I was just some random girl working in a canteen... before chaos took place," memories of when the soldiers first came with their tanks filled your mind. You sat there in silence before finally saying something. If he basically trauma dumped on you then why shouldn't you as well?

"My brother died from a soldier," you mumbled softly as you fiddled with the bread, "He was out with his friends one night and some soldiers came up to him. They tried to arrest him but he resisted and eventually... he got shot."

The words barely came out of your mouth. It was painful to rethink about all of the deaths that happened, but Leon knew that. He understands the pain.

"I'm sorry about your brother," he mumbled. You swatted your hand in the air before looking back at him, "He wasn't the only one I lost. I lost my two friends from my job... we got bombed and one of them got squashed by a building and the other... bled to death..."

Leon remained silent as he listened to you. He may not have been there when all of that happened, but he knew the pain.

A dry chuckle escaped your lips, "And now Yarina is dead, and I became the leader of her group... I feel like life is mocking me. It's like, 'Hey! You lost your friends but don't worry! You'll lose more people'... These types of battles don't go well- i know that. But a part of me wishes that i should've just left. Left for America for a better future... Instead, I'm stuck here leading a rebellion." You took a bite out the bread and got quiet. Leon was just watching you, reading you. He could tell you were in a lot of pain, more pain than you believe.

He sighed and looked back at the fire, "Life's been shitty to the both of us, huh?"

The ends of your lips curled up slightly as you nodded, "Pretty much."

"You look young... life can get better for you, trust me," he mumbled softly.

"I don't feel young. Does it ever actually get better?" you asked as you turned your head to look at him.

He looked back at you and shook his head, "No, it doesn't... but you learn to live with it."

"I don't want to live with it... I want to forget everything ever even happened. I want to live a normal life..."

Leon looked at you with sad eyes, "But that's not the case, is it? You can dream all you want but the hard truth will always drag you back to reality... and it's a reality you must live in."

You stared into his eyes for a moment in silence as he stared back at you. The atmosphere was complicated. One minute you were cautious of him and then the next you express your inner emotions to him. And now the tension was high. For what? You don't know but you could swear you saw his eyes drift down to your lips.

It's not like you were a virgin, you had your own experiences. But yet, you felt something starting to build inside you and you could almost see it in him as well. Feelings were growing when they shouldn't be.

Your eyes drifted down to his and you leaned a little closer. But your subconscious mind pulled you back. You turned your head away, "We shouldn't..." you whispered.

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes lingering on your lips, "Says who?"

"This is wrong. It feels wrong... I mean, we're in the middle of an incoming war. Is it even okay?"

Leon brought his hand to your cheek and gently forced you to look back at him, "You're not killing anybody. It's okay," he whispered as his thumb caressed your cheek.

You swallowed and allowed him to gently pull you towards him. You closed your eyes and felt his breath on your face as he brought you two together.

His lips landed on yours in a soft kiss. Lips so soft and tender despite the environment. He kissed you gently and brought you closer as you rested your hands on his shoulders. His free hand traveling to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. You gasped softly against his lips and he took the opportunity to bring his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue entangled itself with your tongue. It felt so intimate yet so calm. He was kissing you as if he didn't want to hurt you. You've been hurt far too much already but this kiss felt like a band-aid on top of your scars.

He pulled apart to catch his breath, eyes opening to look at your face. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were already staring at his. He brushed some hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. There was a moment of silence as the two of you just sat there staring at each other.

"Rest," he whispered, "We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

You nodded slowly and laid down on your side, giving your back to Leon. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Leon watched as you fell asleep, he took off his jacket and laid it on top of you. So many thoughts lingered in Leon's mind but he also had questions about your previous conversation.

He knew death was inevitable but seeing everyone- including you- fight with so much resolve made him believe that you had the opportunity to do something he couldn't.

To save people.

He wasn't jealous or mad, rather, he felt a sense of guilt. He didn't want to see you die. Leon wanted to see you and the rest of your people overthrow the government. He beg the heavens above to let you live just a little bit longer if it meant seeing you free this country.

He'd plead to whoever.

An announcement alarm went off and the TV from the tower turned on. Flashing images of people lined up, kneeling down with bags over their heads, with soldiers behind them pointing their guns at their heads.

You woke up as stared at the screen, which Leon did was well. The two of you watched as the soldiers began to shoot the people one by one. Their bodies falling limp against the floor and letting the blood pool around them.

Your heart felt heavy and you tried to move but couldn't. You were frozen in place.

"We've captured more traitors who must pay the price for their treason," President Mendez said.

You felt anger. Some were children.

In a fit of anger, you took your gun and dashed out of the ruined building you were in. Leon followed behind you, "Wait- where are you going?"

You ignored him and kept walking. He ran behind you and pulled your arm to stop you, "Y/n..."

Eyes welling up with tears of anger, you looked at him with so much anger, "Those were kids. And she's killing them like pieces in a game. I need to do something-" you harshly pulled your arm away from him and ran towards the tower. Leon quickly caught up to you and hooked his arm around your waist. He hoisted you up in the air and you thrashed in his hold.

You cried. Sobbed and screamed in anger. The once silent abandoned city was now filled with your angry screams.

"Let me go!" You struggled against him, but he didn't move. He knew you were going through a meltdown, and it wasn't safe for you to act in a fit of anger.

"I said let me go!!... let me go," your head fell forward as he slowly put you down on the floor. You clung to him as you cried loudly. You were so angry and hurt. This was the last straw for you.

It was heartbreaking, really. There was nothing you could do except watch as these innocent people died. President Mendez won this battle but you vowed to yourself that you'll win this war.

War.

You declared war.

Both you and Leon walked back to base. Something changed in you as you walked through the halls and towards the meeting room.

You slammed your fists on the table, "Send a message to the president," you started with anger on your tone and face.

"Tell her that tomorrow morning, we will start a war. And we will win this war."

The other insurgents looked at you and then at Leon who stood behind you. They all stood still and you only got more angry.

"I said- send her a fucking message that says we declare war on her. Now."

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Drabbles: Resident Evil 4- Body Talk

How might they react when they find out you don't like something about yourself?

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is the sunshine, optimist, glass half full in your relationship. He's even like that when you tell him you're pregnant; even if he's gotta be the government work dog, he won't let that stop him from having a family. Your pregnancy goes bad; your baby comes out with all ten fingers and ten toes. The problem is it doesn't go to plan. You had been hoping for an at-home birth, but plans changed. Instead, your baby girl had decided that she didn't want to come out before her due date or even on her due date. She had opted to put you in a whole day's worth of labor, and that's when the doctors had called it. "We need to do a c-section." The plea of shock and unpreparedness was written all over your face, and your husband could see it.

"If that's what's best." He had said, and squeezed your hand. "it will be okay, baby." He had noted into your sweaty forehead. You don't remember much from your emergency c-section. You remember hearing your daughter scream and how beautiful she was when you saw her for the first time. Weeks later, you still think the same thing. It not until you're showering a month later does the reality of how fucked your body looks now hit you like a semi-truck into a brick wall.

You stand there in your panties and supportive bra. You aren't staring at yourself in the mirror. You're just staring at your no longer large belly. The c-section wound is still exposed to the air around, and you hold your hand over your belly. It aches and hurts. Leon comes in with your daughter in his arms. Lola, your whole world alerts you to their presence, and you try to grab your robe quickly. "What's wrong, baby?" Your husband acts like you; he reads people for a living, really, so you aren't surprised that you aren't able to just walk away from it. "Just lookin' at myself is all." You say as you tie the knot of your robe covering your body from him.

"You don't have to hide from me, ya know." Leon's words are soft and calming, but still, you can't imagine him looking at you the same ever again. That's because you don't see yourself the same way anymore. "Where do you keep going? Talk to me, love." Leon says as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. Lola babbling in her sleep. You swallow hard as the tears you've been trying to keep at bay strike their revenge on you. "My body isn't normal anymore, my tummy won't ever be falt again, and I'll always have this damn scar, Leon." You ramble on, "I hate this feeling. You're doing all the work. I want to help, but I can't." Leon just listens and waits for you to finish. When you huff with frustration he knows you're done. "Baby, will you take a breath for a second." He says, and you do take a breath a deep inhale and exhale.

"Now, will you listen to me when I say what I'm about to say?" You nod, "You are beautiful to me, and I know that's not how you view yourself. I also know that you grew our baby girl here. You literally made a life." You interrupt him, "Hey, you helped too." You say giving your husband credit. Leon rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I did, but I don't want you to worry about trying to help right now. You need to heal, and like I said, you did all the work to get her here in the world. So please worry about healing and taking the time you need. I'm tellin' you right now, though, and I'll still keep lovin' your body no matter what." Leon admits to you. You bite your lower lip to hold the tears back. He gets up from the edge of the bed and walks over to you, kissing your lips. "Day by day, honey." You nod and kiss him back.

Albert Wesker

Albert had a strict dress code for working with him. White button-ups, paired with a black pencil skirt, expect you didn't fit the dress code. The dress code had been there for years before you arrived; you almost laughed in Alberts's face when he hired you as his secretary. Of course, it had grown into something else when he had asked you on a date and then another. Before you knew it, he asked you to move in with him. Still, you worked as his secretary. He liked how you filled out a pair of jeans, so he didn't mind spending your lunch break with him at a fancy restaurant or delivering meals.

The dress code only bothers you once you hear the other women working in the office commenting and talking about you. Their words are hurtful and strike something in your core. "She's such a charity case. That's the only reason he's with her. He feels bad for her." "I know, right? He could do so much better. Hell, she doesn't even follow the damn dress code." "It's because of her weight. You can see how fat she is in her face." You bee-line back to your desk outside of Albert's office. You shake your head as you sit in your chair. They might be right, though all your jeans are worn out between the thighs. Maybe you are just a charity case to Albert.

"Come on, darling, it's time to go home," Albert says as he exits his office. "Okay." You murmur quietly. You're quick to grab your things, and Albert waits for you patiently at the elevator doors. Waiting only causes more panic to settle in your body. "I think we should take the stairs." You say quickly. "why?" Albert asks, almost offended you'd suggest the stairs compared to the elevator. "I just thought it would be good for both of us since we've been cooped up in the office." You say but are distracted by the ding of the elevator doors opening. "Maybe next time, darling." When you arrive home, Albert tells you that he's making dinner. But you aren't listening, opting for listening to the words playing ring around the rosey in your head.

"Darling, dinners done," Albert yells across the large apartment. He has to come find you. You're sitting in your closet. Jeans and clothes surrounding you. "Did you not hear me?" "Huh." "Come to eat dinner with me." He says once more before reaching his hand for you to grab. You don't take it and push yourself up from the ground. Your whole demeanor sets all the alarms off for Albert, but he's trying not to guess the worst thing first. He follows you tot he dinning room, and when you play with your food instead of eating it sets off my alarms.

"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He asks, worried. "I'm alright, just not hungry tonight, is all." You tell him, "Okay." Albert says, even if he doesn't believe you. The next day, when he calls you into his office and offers you lunch, you deny him again, and before he can't a word in edgewise, you're back out at your desk. This morning had also been different. You had worn something less you to work. You had stiffed through all your clothes in search of a pencil skirt and a nice blouse. It's when he ventures out and hears his employyees talking amoungest themselves and hears your name that it clicks.

"Did you see she tried today, at least?" "yeah, but it's not like she looks good." "Mr. Wesker probably wasn't gonna take it much longer, and she is trying to get back in his good graces." "Well, let's be honest, nothing will fit her lookin' as fat as she does." Albert is seething, itching to catch them in the middle of gossiping, but he's far more concerned about where you are. That's when you come popping out of the stairwell. "My office now!" he demands the second he sees you. You scramble to get together and to his office before his door slams. "what's wrong, Albert?" Worry is etched in your voice. "what's wrong? What's wrong? You haven't been eating for the past two days, and what are you wearing?" About way too many questions are hurdled in your direction. "What do you mean? I told you I haven't been hungry, and I'm wearing what's in the dress code for the company." I say.

"That's such bullshit. What happened to your comfy jeans and t-shirts?" You shrugged, not really knowing what to say to him. "I guess I… wanted to change it up." You offer, but Albert shakes his head. "No, I know you; I know that wearing those fucking pencil skirts gives you horrible chub rub between your thighs and that you feel ten times better in your own jeans. So you are going to tell me the truth about why you're suddenly not eating and changing everything about yourself." Albert demands you. You fumble with your hands, "I overheard some girls talking about you and me and how you might think I'm a charity case, along with my weight being an issue. I thought maybe I could get better. Change a few things so you wouldn't wanna leave me."

Your words are raw, and so is the look of utter anger steaming under the sadness of you thinking you are enough for him. "Listen to me and listen real good. I like… no, I love the way your body is, and I like the fact that you don't wear all the preppy shit the others wear. I want your ass in a good pair of jeans and an old college t-shirt. I love you when you're comfortable, and about the leaving part, that's never happening. Because unlike those dimwits out there with their personality shoved up their asses. You've got everything I need."

You smile wide as you walk across his office and hug him. He hugs you back, "I know you wanna go fire thoses people, but you can't." You say into his ear, "No, but I can fuck right here and let you be as loud as you want so everyone you belong to me." Albert offers, you blush hard, "You can fire one of them!" "Nah, they're not worth it anyways."

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 02/04/24

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year

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Hi! hello! I'm new to the RE fandom and let me say that, i fell in love with Leon (RE2 and RE4), and my god, i can't stop thinking about him!

So... if you can, can you do a little story where reader loves to roller skate, and tries to teach Leon how to do it and both have a clumsy-cute-fluffy day.

(actually i'm trying to learn how to roller skate. It's acceptable too the other way around, Leon teaches reader, idk, i just thought is just a cute thing to do)

Thank you for read!

Authors Note: This is so so cute, so thank you for requesting it. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings! None! Just cavity-inducing fluff Re4 Leon.

"Come on Leonnn, it will be fun, trust me,"

"You know I don't skate,"

"Baby, you are literally the top government hero of the world, I think you can handle roller skating," The attitude dripped from your voice as you gave Leon a 'seriously' look.

"Besides, it's my turn to pick what our next date is and I want to go roller skating," If looks could kill you would probably be deceased right now. Leon loved you to literal pieces but sometimes, on very rare occasions you can push his buttons; this was one of those occasions.

It was Friday night and you and Leon had just finished the movie he had put on. It's been a long week so the movies and cuddles were something you guys really needed. It was a normal routine you guys had established at the beginning of your relationship. Friday night you guys stay in, Saturday night was date night. You guys often alternated between who picks what you guys do, and you had just happened to luck out this weekend.

"Fine." He crossed his arms in defeat while you excitedly jumped around him.

"Oh my gosh, this is going to be so fun,"

"Whatever, I get to choose dinner then," You stopped your fit of excitement and looked at your boyfriend. His blue irises looked right back at you and for a few heartbeats, you guys stared each other down.

"Okay," you shrugged your shoulders and skipped off to your shared room. Leon could only scoff and shake his head.

The next morning you guys spent in bed sharing lazy kisses and quiet 'I love you's till you finally wiggled out of Leon's arms to get ready. His protests fell on deaf ears as you skipped to the bathroom.

Leon couldn't believe what you did to him. Never in a million years would he think he would find himself still in bed on a Saturday morning listening to you dance around in the shower singing along to the playlist he made for you when you first started dating. Just the thought of a future with you had him smiling as he rolled on his back to look at his phone. He mindlessly scrolled through past pictures of you guys on previous dates and his heart fluttered.

You had always made a point to take at least one picture together on every date you guys did. The last date you guys went on was a hike. Despite the rough terrain, the hot sun beating down on you guys, and the sweat running down your brow you still looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to him. Your face was red which contradicted the blue lens sunglasses that shielded your eyes. Your baby hairs stuck to your head as your cheek was pressed up against his. Your smile brightened up the whole picture, the mountains in the background could never compare. He took one last look at the picture and remained himself to print and hang the most recent picture.

The water came to a sudden stop and the music became louder. Leon could hear you humming to the song as you stepped out of the shower. Upon opening the bathroom door hot steam pilled into the cold room and you stepped out with a towel wrapped around your body and a similar one on your head. Leon had to hold back the urge to take you right then and there. He groaned and covered his eyes with his arm.

"Please change fast, I don't think I can hold back when you look like that,"

You could only snort as your waddled to the closet, "Perv,"

You heard Leon mumble 'meanie' under his breath as he rolled on his stomach to get a better look at you.

"What should I wear? A dress? Jeans? Leggings?," You look back at Leon in hopes he would help you out His arms were tucked under his pillow showing off his defined shoulder blades.

Leon mumbled into the pillow," Hmm, what about those jeans I just bought you,"

"OH!, That's a good idea, I love you,"

"Love you more."

After taking your sweet sweet time getting ready Leon was finally getting out of bed to get ready. You could tell he was trying to delay the enviable. While you were doing your finishing touches and your make-up Leon was brushing through his hair. The shirt he had on squeezed his arms in just the right way, and the Jeans he had on curved his ass, which you were secretly jealous of. Putting your mascara down you turn to look at him.

"Are you ready to go love?"

"Of course baby."

Leon grabbed his jacket and keys as you walked out of the house. He triple-checked that the door was locked before he lightly jogged over to you so he can open the door for you. On the ride there his hand stayed on your thigh rubbing soft circles while you serenaded Leon with your singing.

Upon arriving at the roller skating rink the harsh A/C hit your body. The lights were dimmed down while LED light shone around the area. Leon gripped your hand tighter as he heard a little kid scream out a laugh. The smell of greasy food danced in the air the further you guys walked in. Walking up the shoe counter Leon did most of the talking, and paying, like the gentlemen he is.

Sitting down on a bench you had cringed at the worn-down roller skates while lacing them up. Leon had yet to move to put them on, the look on his face said it all: I'm fucked.

Turning towards him you placed your hand on his thigh, "What's wrong love? Does roller skating scare you that much? If you want we can le-,"

"NO-no, you wanted to roller skate so we're going to roller skate, it's just.... I don't know how..."

"You don't know how to...skate?" You could barely see the light pink dust on his cheeks as he slightly shakes his hand.

You laugh a little, "Baby, that's okay, I'll teach you how. Don't worry is easy,"

"....Are you sure...?"

"I'm super sure love, Besides if you fall while holding onto me I'll be going right down with you so you won't be the only one falling," The beaming smile you gave him lit up the whole room.

"Tch, yea right," Leon bent down to put on his skates. After he tied his last knot you stood up and pushed yourself to curve in front of him.

"Kind Sir," You placed your hand out and bowed your head a little. Leon shook his head a little as he place his hand in yours.

Leon tripped a little when you helped walk him to the rink. When he placed his first skate down his skate rolled back and forth a little as he lost his balance. You were quick to lead his other hand to your shoulder to help him make the step-down.

"There you go, that's the hardest part I promise,"

Leon mumbled a 'whatever' as he slowly took his hand off of your shoulder.

"When you skate it's almost like walking, but instead of lifting your foot up and down, you are going to push your foot. Watch," You let go of Leon's hand and showed him the pushing motion.

Leon was amazed at how well you did this, you glided along with no problems, and you looked....graceful doing it. You circled around him and by the time you did your second lap, you skated backward to face him again.

"See? Easy enough, now it's your turn," Your curved to be on his left side.

"Want to hold my hand," You offered your hand to his. Leon was embarrassingly quick to grab it before you started to skate.

You guys started off extremely slow pushing one foot in front of the other. Leon was really struggling to keep his balance, the grip on your hand was starting to hurt the further you guys moved. The kids around you guys were putting Leon on edge. How are children better at this than him? He is literally a government agent, he had saved the president's daughter, and he can easily skate in a circle. His grip on your hand lightens up and his pace fastened.

"Okay baby, I see you," You laugh a little as Leon skated in front of you.

Your laughter squeezed Leon's heart. Looking back at you he could see your beaming smile as you sway to the music that was being played. He was memorized, the most beautiful girl in this building was his girl.

Being too engrossed in his thoughts Leon didn't notice the slight curve, and you had been too late to call out to him, "Leon watch o-" Taking the curve straight on he was too late to turn his body, and when he did he turn it was to fast and he lost his balance and fell.

You really had to try hard to not laugh your ass off. You were quick to skate over to his fallen body.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" A snort fell past your lips.

Leon was sitting down with his legs sticking straight out to form a 'V'. His head fell down to look at his hands that lay on the floor. His bottom lip stuck out a little as he small pout adorned his face.

"Poor baby," you moved over to his right side and crouched down to move the hair out of his face.

"Are you okay?" He shook his head slightly side-to-side

"mmhm," The pouting was too cute to take him seriously. You just had to take a moment to capture his cute face.

It's very rare to see Leon pout because if he pouts it's into your chest or neck. You were quick to pull out your phone and pull up your camera. You stretched your arm so you and Leon could fit into the frame. You tried to copy his pouting face by pushing your bottom lip out with puppy eyes. You clicked the button at least three times before Leon lifted his head up.

"Did you just...?"

"Nope, let's go get dinner I'm hungry,"

Clearly, Leon didn't believe you but he couldn't care less. Because in a few years, he would look back at the picture and laugh as he remembers this moment.

"Whatever you say....Can you help me get up?" Your laugh danced throughout the room as you stood up and shook your head.

"Of course, you big baby."

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issa-pheonyx · 9 months

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Umbrella!Leon S. Kennedy X Agent!GN!Reader (NON-YANDERE)

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭? [𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧🌚]

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

You definitely had mixed feelings towards Leon when you were caught with him when on the look out for Ashely (once again). After the Raccoon City incident it was never the same after that. Lots of trauma, loss, emotions gone, etc. It was a shit list. To work for the government, but you only did it for Sherry and your best friend Claire. Finding out what Leon truly was hurt your feelings-sure people say it is strangely too soon to fall for someone for one night, but there is something there for the both of you, but Leon was focused on his job...not even thinking he kissed you at the transportation, patching him up in his sleep and all. You realized it was meant for nothing just for his job for Umbrella. Now seeing him again...you felt bittersweet. "It's been so long I haven't seen you, (Y/N)." The corner of his lip curls to a smirk. You did not give him a reaction as you remained emotionless,"Hmph...did not think I would ever see you again, Leon." HIs smirks fades away (like in the gif) as you put your knife back in your sheath by the side of your thigh. "Wanna explain any reason why you're here?" You asked as he shakes his head and walk away from you,"Maybe some other time." He leaves through the door as you stood there with mixed feelings. You want to get mad, cry-just confront him, but right now or ever is a good time. He is the one who will get away and it would be best for you to move on.

It was strange to witness such coincidences on things going your way to be less of a hassle. First thing came to mind was Leon probably much more ahead of you or even watching you without noticing. But, you brush it off and kept moving. You and Ashley got along. She was like a little sister to you and she saw you as a role model like a big sister. "That girl...she is just wasting your time you know." Leon said. You scoff,"Just like when you kissed me? When I patched you up when you were unconscious? Offered a damn arm and leg-" Stopping yourself from bursting out in rage you let out a deep sigh,"This is MY job, Leon. Just like you are doing yours." Yikes, that called him out. He tried to get some words out, yet he couldn't. "You wouldn't get it." He spat out. You shot him a glare,"Right...cause it is your job too. Later."

You really wanted to get over with it already. Eventually, you then developed feelings for Luis and lets just say things didn't go pretty for him. It's been the longest you haven't cried either. Sure, at first you found him annoying by his flirty and carefree actions, but eventually warmed up to his sense of humor. Ashely noticed it too...and someone else, but in silence. His death impacted you a lot though, because he wanted to help you and his last words stuck to you about even being the main perpetrator of your creations...can you still turn your life around? 'Can Leon do that too?' You thought. Shaking your head you wiped your tears and use your anger against Saddler and Krauser.

It was an intense fight against Saddler. At first you were concerned if you were ever going to complete your mission saving Ashley since you were her only option and requesting backup was not an option...or more of a possibility. Only to see Leon throw the RPG to you to finally ending Saddler's life. Of course, you succeeded by Leon's help. It is just like the past. This time Leon helping you instead the other way around. But, all hopes is lost when he had his gun to your head. "It's all business, doll. Hand the sample over." You grit your teeth and slowly stood up giving him the sample,"You do realize what you're doing, Leon." He gives a smirk,"Yeah I'm aware." The gun still pointed at you as you had your hands up. A chopper swings by as Leon runs and jumps off the area. You ran towards the edge thinking he may or may not landed right. He did as he was sitting comfortably inside and throws something at you as you caught it. "You're going to need that. Hurry. Time is not patient." He had some sort of controller and pressed on a red button. 'A fucking bomb!? He set this up!?' There was a key and a black cat charm attached to it. "Hasta lluego~" He winks and you rolled your eyes running back to Ashley saying the island is going to blow up. "WHAT-"

Thankfully, you made it out with Ashley in the jet ski. Well, she was drowning when jumping out of the exit, but you managed to help her up. During the ride Ashley starts to be a little curious,"So, after this you think we can do some shopping? Don't worry everything is on me! Oh and...about that guy. Leon, was it? Are you guys...you know?" I let out an amused laugh,"You really think him and I are a fling?" Ashley expresses her disappointment,"Aw come on! Tell me! You're a badass, what any man or woman wouldn't want you?" Sighing, you finally answered,"I'm like a part of him he can not let go of. Let's leave it at that~"

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥~🖤🫣

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spookymystery67 · 4 months

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: I really struggled with this weeks chapter for some reason. My brain just couldn't write. Anyway, this is a little bit of a shorter chapter like last week, but I hope you all enjoy it still.

TW: Language, mention of murder, uh, that's it I think.

Chapter 14:

The rest of the drive back to the hotel was silent. Both you and Ada were deep in thought. You wanted to push for answers, but Ada made it very clear that she wanted to wait and have the conversation at the hotel room.

So… wait you did.

Ada trudged into the room first, immediately slipping off her shoes and bag before carelessly discarding them on the floor as she took a seat on the bed. She was clearly exhausted. So exhausted that it seemed entirely out of character for her. You could tell that something was weighing heavily on her mind.

You shut the door behind you and locked it as you glanced at Ada. You followed her lead and took off your heels, placing them more carefully by the door, before turning your attention towards Ada.

You were almost hesitant to bring everything up again as you met Ada's tired eyes with your own. But you needed answers. You need them now.

“What the hell, Ada?” You said, your tone coming out softer than the harsh words would have implied. Gentle. Maybe it was the concern from her actions tonight that made it difficult to be truly angry with her.

Ada shook her head, a sad look flashed across her face before she sighed and a well practiced, neutral mask replaced the expression.

“You're not going to like what I am going to say.” She told you, still seated on the bed.

Worry churns in your gut. “...Okay. Go on.”

She patted the space beside her, scooching over to make enough room for you to sit beside her on the queen sized bed. You did as she beckoned and sat on her right, feeling awkward just standing in the middle of the room. Ada took a deep breath, before turning to face you better.

“The mission went fine. The necklace is in my bag, and not one camera or guard noticed me or the necklace had left.” She started.

You nodded hesitantly. “Okay. So what's the problem?”

“There was going to be an important person from Umbrella coming to the party. Now I didn't know he was coming before. If I had, I wouldn't have taken you with me on the mission in the first place. I found out from one of my connections while I was getting the necklace.”

You furrowed your brows. “Okay. Is that all? I don't blame you for it. You didn't know. And you got me out, so it's fine.”

“No, that's not all. And I should have known. That's the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… Look, I lied. When I picked you up in that taxi. Me being there and those Umbrella agents being there, it wasn't a coincidence.” She went quiet, just looking at you and waiting for any negative reaction. You raised a brow, anxiously waiting for her to continue.

“I was sent by an Umbrella operative to retrieve you. To gain your trust and then turn you over to them. That, or… kill you.” Your heart dropped. Ada continued. “They know you know too much. They know what you did in Raccoon City. They worry that you will use that information you learned against them. That you will fight them. That you will be picked up by the government and used against them. Like what is currently happening with Leon from what little I've heard.”

You stared at her, eyes glossed in disbelief. You couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that despite everything you knew about her, you had still trusted her. Trusted her to keep you safe.

How stupid can you be?

You quickly got up from the bed, putting distance between the two of you. Ada got up to follow. “Stop!” You shouted as you backed yourself further away from her. She froze, raising her hands in a show of not meaning to cause you harm.

“I'm not going to hurt you, Y/n.” She said softly, maintaining her distance.

“You were going to turn me over to them?” She paused.

“Originally.” Ada confessed quietly.

“You were going to kill me!” You shouted as you backed further away, feeling hurt mixed with disbelief. After everything you both went through. Should you really be all that surprised, though?

“No!” Ada interrupted firmly, taking a step closer. “No. Never. I was never going to kill you.”

“You were going to turn me over to Umbrella! That might as well be a death sentence!” You responded, taking another step back. Your back hit the wall and you cursed for getting yourself cornered.

“I know! I know that. But, I changed my mind. I don't want to bring you in.” Ada told you.

“Oh? And what changed your mind, Ada? Figured you could use me first to get rich? Then ditch me once it is all over to get even more rich?”

Ada scoffed, feeling defensive. “Now use your brain, Y/n. If I was going to turn you over to them, would I have been in such a hurry to get the hell out of there before Wesker got there?”

Your eyes widened, “Wesker? Albert fucking Wesker? He's the operative that wants me dead?”

Ada sighed and nodded. “He was my employer who wanted the G back in Raccoon City. He knew about you and Leon. He was watching.”

“How? Through you?” You questioned.

She shook her head. “Not through me. He has resources. I don't know what else to say. The point is, I wasn't going to kill you. And I don't want to turn you in.” The room went silent for a moment.

“What changed your mind, Ada?” You questioned, hesitantly uncrossing your arms.

“Well, seeing you, for starters.” Ada took a hesitant step forward. “And to be honest, I think that when I took the job I had absolutely no intention of betraying you. Which is why I took you on my side mission instead.”

You huffed a slightly bitter laugh as you leaned against the wall. “So you didn't need my help after all.”

“No, but you made it a hell of a lot easier than it would have been if I had done it myself.” Ada said lightly, making you laugh and feel slightly more relaxed.

“You're really not going to turn me in? Won't Wesker be pissed?” You questioned her.

“Oh, for sure. But I have a history of betraying employers for my own gain. He knew what he was getting into when he called me in.” She said as she moved to lean against the wall beside you, turned to face you as her right side touched the wall.

You turned to lean your left side against the wall to face her properly. “Well, I appreciate it.” You hesitate, but curiosity gets the best of you. “Speaking of Raccoon City, how did you get out of there in time? Leon, Claire, Sherry, and I took the train out before it was blown up.”

Ada huffed and walked back toward the bed to sit once more, gesturing for you to rejoin her. “Well, for starters, I have a grappling hook.”

Your mouth opens in shock. “For real? Those things actually work?” You asked as you sat beside her.

She huffed a short laugh. “Yup, saved my ass from a painful fall. Also let me hitch a ride out of here on a helicopter. Getting there was a whole thing without you and Leon to assist, but I managed. As usual.” She shrugged as she leaned on the bed to lay on her back with a pained grunt. Exhausted and still sore from injuries yet to heel.

You hummed as you looked at her, still seated upright. “And the G? Was Wesker pissed when he found out it was destroyed?”

“Ha! Why? You worried about me?” Ada teased.

You blushed slightly, caught off guard, before huffing and turning away. You didn't want to admit it, which isn't a big shock, but you were worried about her. About Wesker's reaction. From what you've read about him and Umbrella, they aren't exactly the most forgiving type.

“You're deflecting.” You mumbled to her, still flustered as you lay on your back beside her to stare at the ceiling.

Ada huffed. “How you know me so well after such a short amount of time is a mystery to me. But fine. I managed to get a sample from Birkin's mutated body before getting out of there. Wesker was satisfied enough with that to let me off the hook.”

“And now that you helped me? Will he hurt you because of me? I don't want to cause any trouble for you, Ada.” You said as you turned your head to face her.

She smirked and looked back at you, “A little late for that, dear.” Annoyingly enough, you blushed at the nickname. “And no, he won't hurt me. He may reach out at some point, but I'm confident we can come to a compromise. One that won't end with you or I getting hurt.”

“Hmm, big promises for someone who is pretty much a stranger. Why go through all the trouble for me?”

Ada paused and hummed in thought. “I don't know. I guess I sort of like you, stubbornness and all. It just doesn't feel right to throw you to the sharks after everything. Plus, you have been very helpful, even when you called me out on my lies.”

You hummed and went back to staring at the ceiling in silence, having nothing else to add.

Everything about Ada is just so confusing to you. She's a walking contradiction. She's selfish, yet selfless. She doesn't act like she cares, but she apparently does. At least for you. That in itself was confusing. Why did she care about you? Why do you care about her? You hardly know each other. And it's not like you're going to stick around to get to know each other anyway.

You sighed and sat up on the bed. “Well, it's been fun, I guess. But I should probably head out now.”

Ada sat up and furrowed her brow. “Where are you going?”

You shrugged as you stood and went to grab your backpack full of your belongings. “Not sure. But if Wesker is in New York, then I guess I should get out of New York.”

Ada hesitated as she stood, debating something. “You could, well, you could just stay with me for a while.”

You stopped and turned to her, confused. “Stay with you?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I still need to sell the necklace and get you your cut of the check. And it's not like you have a plan for your future as a person on the run.”

“And you do? Do you have a plan?”

“More or less. You could stay and work with me for a while. Be my partner in crime, so to speak. We could get you enough money to live comfortably without ever having to show your face to the world for the rest of your life.”

“Well, sounds nice. But I've caused you enough trouble already.”

“I wouldn't have offered it if I was bothered by you being here. The choice is up to you, but I wouldn't mind if you stayed for a while.” Ada told you.

“Why? Are you lonely?” You teased her. You regret it immediately when you see a gloomy look cross her face before it is quickly replaced with a guarded smirk.

“I could ask you the same thing. Actually, I'm bored. And your company tends to bring some chaos with it. I could use the fun.” Ada purred.

Is she flirting? Her voice says yes but you felt this was another way to deflect again. Rather than commenting on it, you decided to brush it off.

Against your better judgment, you make your decision.

“Alright, I'll stay. It's not like I have anything better to do. Teach me the ways of the mercenary, Ada.” You dropped your bag with a smirk as Ada laughed.

Let's hope you made the right decision.

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mamirhodessxox · 4 months

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Daddy’s Girl!

Dad!Leon Kennedy x Mom!Reader

Content- Fluff!!!!, Leon being a girl dad, D/N (Daughter’s name) entering teen life & having Leon shitting bricks in the process, BOYS BOYS BOYS BOYS!!!! Needless to say this is NOT the easiest time for Leon

Desc- D/N is now entering girlhood & teenage life & it is setting her father Leon into orbit, needless to say as much as he is proud of his daughter growing & becoming mature she will always be his spoiled little girl <3

Blue for Leon Pink for Reader Purple for D/N

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It was finally that stage of D/N’s life that Leon despised thinking about, She was finally a teenager, 15 years old and already stressing out her father, although she was responsible & had outstanding grades to the point where Leon attempted to convince her to go to Harvard it was still hard on him, 2 seconds ago he literally watched her be born by her beautiful mother ever. You. And now here she is sitting at the dinner table studying with her ears stuffed with head phones blasting Nicki Minaj at a ridiculous volume, It was dinner so he teasingly snatched her headphones and snagged away her homework “Dinner time c’mon you know that geniusery is not allowed at the table when we eat” “dad what the hell!” “Language young lady” You snickered in the kitchen at the two’s bickering. It wasn’t going to be ending anytime soon.

And of course being a teenager had ups and downs and one of the biggest ones were boys & sneaking out. That’s right. B O Y S…. The biggest thing Leon dreaded, he did not want to see his babygirl fall in love and experience her first heart break he dreaded it, he thought about it since the day she was born and it easily had him entering a heart attack within 0.3 seconds. One day you were sitting in the living room with D/N and she kept giggling at her phone while Leon was cleaning up the table and staring her down with squinted eyes, “Whatcha smiling at pretty girl?” D/N smiled again as you asked her your teasing question and set her phone down all giddily “nothin’ just talking to a boy from my geometry class, he’s super cute and asked me out on a date.” Thump! Was the sound of Leon falling on the ground going into ‘cardiac arrest’ (not really) “Dad!? Are you okay!?” “Oh my god Leon stop being dramatic”

You can only imagine what happens when D/N goes on this date with the boy & the moment Leon met him, Leon stood right in-front of the door awaiting the doorbell to start ringing and what do you know? It rings “dad your being ridiculous” Leon ignored his daughter and opened the door with a stiff face staring down the teenage boy which caused the poor kid to start stuttering and shaking “M-Mr ken-kennedy! A pleasure to- to meet you!” “What are your intentions with my daughter? You know I work for the government right? You bring her back any later than 9:00 PM on the dot i will wipe out your entire existence.” “Ignore him Jacob..”

Wanna know what Leon did when he was waiting for D/N to come back from her date? He sat in the the living room staring out of the window LITERALLY holding a pistol & a metal baseball bat in his lap, and lucky for Jacob he dropped D/N 1 minutes before 9:00 hit the clock, He hugged your daughter goodbye & waited until she entered the house safe and sound “I think me and him will get along pretty well don’t you think?” “Shut up.”

And then there was the first time where you both watched D/N try to sneak put of her bedroom window to go to a party but got stuck due to her dress getting snagged “And what in gods name do you think your doing?” “Uhhh…rescuing the neighbors…cat??” D/N definitely faced consequences for that very reason but Leon didn’t have the heart to ground his daughter so he let her off.

And then came the awaited heart break. D/N & Jacob had dated for 6 months straight & he dumped her over the phone, You & Leon were sitting downstairs watching tv and then see a phone get thrown from upstairs with a door slam & a loud scream of frustration “fuck.” Leon immediately knew what this was about & he rushed into the garage looking for his metal bat and you had to chase after him “Leon don’t you dare! You leave that boy alone now!” “Absolutely fucking not? He broke my little girl’s hear-“ “you don’t even know if he broke up with he-“ and then you heard another scream “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!!!” That night Leon literally went over to Jacobs house and started banging on the door & soon welcoming himself in when his mother opened the door “I’m so sorry ma’am..” both you & his mother watched as he made his way upstairs to find D/N’s ex and all you heard was a muffled: “Listen here you little shit I warned you I would wipe out your entire existence now you’re going to go to school tomorrow and give my daughter a proper goddamn apology.”

Soon afterwards you watched Leon walk downstairs back towards the door holding the bloody that surprisingly wasn’t bloody “See you at Parent Teacher nice Janice.”

And let me tell you. Jacob gave D/N the apology of a lifetime. But what was the most difficult part for Leon is watching His daughter slowly get used to the next few breakups. But then time came around to where she was finally 18 & graduating highschool.

The final piece to his home videos collection, you & Leon sat in the auditorium filming the ceremony and once the principal announced “D/N Scott Kennedy” You immediately stood up clapping and then heard a loud shout “THAT’S MY DAUGHTER, MY BABY GIRL IS GOING TO HARVARD!!!” “Leon lower your voice!” The moment she got her diploma and went off stage Leon practically threw the camera in your hands and ran towards her & immediately wrapped her into a big warm fatherly hug that showed how proud he was to be her father.

It was safe to say that D/N’s teenage years were definitely interesting & more stories involving her childhood were to come soon as there was a box full of them <3

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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Little Blue (Platonic)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐. 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐞

𝐈 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐞

As Leon solves a puzzle inside the windmill that opens a gate, your left trailing behind the government agent as he takes the lead

You remain quiet as you follow him

A layer of awkwardness over you as you don’t really know what to say to him

Like at this point what do you ask him about?

‘Hey this is pretty wild eh?’ Or ‘where you from?’

Not that you really want to start a conversation anyways

Your just tired and relived

But with that comes a certain sense of melancholy that fills you to the brim

Mom should be here with you

She should be alongside you and Leon

She’s not though and that kills you more than ever

A certain static of sorts filling your mind as you walk alongside the man across a bridge

You feel hollow, your falling in a deep abyss of the sea as chi and drag you down-

“Hey, are you alright?”

Your snapped from your thoughts and see Leon staring at you from over his shoulder

There’s worry in his eyes again like before

There’s a house in the distance that looms over him just as your thoughts do

“Oh uh yeah. I’m fine, just zoning out”

A breeze goes past and rattles the chains

“You sure?”

You lie

“Yeah, I’m just quiet”

Your father would argue with that statement but you put up a small smile to try and seal the deal

It works somewhat

You see he’s still worried but nods as you both approach the old dilapidated house

Your surprised it’s still standing and that sentiment goes to every other building in this place

He goes up to its gate and pushes against it

“Locked, damn it”

“Looks like this is the only way then”

A cart blocked the path but was little work for the two of you to push

Though it smelt like shit and made you gag

That action seems to get some amusement from Leon

The path seems narrow and divides into two different ways

And up above there’s a bridge-

“Look out!”

Suddenly he grabs you pulling you to the other path as rocks up above explode and crumble down to obscure the other path

“Un forastero!”

“Shit!”

You can say that for sure

Leon aims up as you focus on the villagers getting closer on the path

The red9 in your hands feels heavier as you aiming at the head of a woman

You know she’s not who she once was

That your putting her out of her misery yet you still find it hard to pull the trigger

Until you think of your mom

A shot rings out and another again

Her head explodes open in a gush of red

Your motionless as you stare down at the blood and brain matter now scattered across the old dirt ground

Did she have family outside the village?

Inside her mind was she begging for death?

Was a part of her still conscious?

Was-

A hand is placed on your shoulder and you flinch

Almost pulling the trigger again and wasting a bullet

“Was that…”

You don’t need him to finish the sentence to know what he’s insinuating

“Y..yeah”

He nods and you can see sympathy in those blue eyes that had seen horrors beyond your imagination

“It’s…hard at first, especially now with how sentient they seem. But remember survival, they won’t hesitate to take or hurt you. It’s you or them and they won’t hesitate.”

You nod again

“They’re long gone and you still need to get home. Alright?”

“Yeah”

He offers his hand and you take it, guiding you around the bodies as you slightly walk behind him

He squeezes and you squeeze back

A small sign of comfort that helps you enough to stop thinking about those thoughts before and move on

Entering into a dark tunnel you stick closer to his side even with the exit shining brightly not so far away

Your still not trust anything from popping out the darkness

It’s no surprise that when two bats fly by you jump

Leon stops and crouches

You do the same now letting go as you grab your gun instead

“Remember that when it comes to my safety and your own, yours is more important ok?. No ifs, ands, or buts. Something happens run, got it? I’ll find you not matter what”

“Alright”

You both crouch and walk towards a small shed you find some ammo and pocket it

There’s a bear trap laid near the second entrance to the small hut

It’s rusty and you think you can see specs of blood

Thank god your up to date on tetanus shots

Another one spots the two of you and yells in Spanish alerting the others

Leon nods to you and you nod back running out the shed

They seemed focused on him giving you ample opportunity to sneak around a nearby house

You use your knife on one with their back turned to you

You don’t think about the blood and wipe it off

Not far you can hear explosions and the ground shaking slightly

Peaking out from the corner of the house there’s someone throwing dynamite

You aim

Two well place shots send them down as Leon dealt with the others

Soon there is quiet and a small breeze

Along with something metallic swaying in the wind nearby

“What’s that sound?”

“Not sure, seems like it’s closer to the cabin”

You nod and the two of you focus on where it was coming from

You look up

There looked to be some lantern-thing?

Your not really sure what it is to be honest

You aim and shoot

It crashes down

“Looks like another gemstone”

He says this so nonchalantly as he picked it up

“Another?”

“Yeah, found one or two already. Also found a necklace I can put them in”

He pulls out said necklace and placed the circular stone into the empty space

“That’ll be worth a pretty penny”

“Probably enough to buy us plane tickets out of here and then some”

“Merchant will probably buy that off you for a good price”

“You mean that guy who saved you?”

“Yeah, he seems like the type to buy this sort of stuff. Plus it’ll be useful for buying off of him”

Leon nods pocketing the necklace

He takes the lead once again and heads towards the small house with you following

Distantly as you head inside there’s a weird banging sound

Leon motions to you and you nod, not daring to utter a word

There’s a locked drawer that he tries to pry but moved on quickly when he can’t get it open

Doesn’t stop you though from using a stray Bobby pin in the bottom of your bag

It cracks open and you find a gold bar that you pocket

“Where’s you learn that?” Leon whispers in an impressed tone

“Dad taught me. That and how to shoot…you could say he’s seen some shit and wanted me prepared for anything”

“Tell me about it”

His slightly sarcastic remark makes you giggle lightly

Whatever was making that noise a few rooms over didn’t hear

You both head into the next room circling around a table that you briefly look at to see an overturned family photo

There in it is an old man, a young boy and a slightly older girl sitting in its frame

You don’t have much time to ponder or get much of a good look before placing it back down and pulling your gun back out

Leon pushes aside a bookcase letting the clanging noise get louder

There’s a lone villager hammering wooden planks over a trap door

He’s swiftly taken “care” of by a few shots to the head

His body tumbled to the ground and is kicked aside by Leon who tries to remove the planks

It’s quite easy and it reveals a dark passageway that makes you flinch a bit in fear

Leon noticed

“You can stay up here. I’ll check it out and see if it’s alright”

“I-I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid but-“

“No, it’s natural being afraid of something like the dark. Your a kid”

You won’t admit it but those words are more comforting than anything you’d heard

At some point you forgot you were still 15

A kid

You nod watching as he then jumped down instead of using the ladder

He is engulfed by pitch black as you begin checking the room

You find some more ammo and even a herb

Though your looting is quickly stopped by the sound of footsteps

Loud and heavy footsteps from someone familiar

You don’t have time to warm Leon but instead hide in the nearby wooden wardrobe

There is no Narnia but instead the scent of rotting wood and dust as you peak out the crack of the doors

And there he is

The bastard who grabbed you

Who decided your mothers death

The big shot himself

He descends and you pray

Your prayers are not answered as there’s a sound of a scuffle and he comes back up holding the body of Leon and someone else who was obscured from your view

Shit went from bad to worse

Looks like you gotta trail him and figure out where he’s taking Leon and the other guy.

Silently you count your bullets before quietly exiting the closest and following the tall man out the abandoned shack of a house

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dreamerdoesthewritething · 1 year

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[Let’s keep chugging. Part 5 of the (afab) Childhood Best Friend Reader x (RE2R) Leon story. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4]

Following the incident at Sunday dinner, your parents reached out to you and Leon to apologize for what Henrietta had put you through, as well as for being so stubborn about the government secret thing. They were easily forgiven. How could they have known what horrible plan of attack she would've used against Leon? They admitted they thought she would be her normal level of judgmental and never expected her to bring up Raccoon City or any possible relationship between the two of you. Lesson learned. Henrietta was banned from ever returning to Sunday dinner until she gave Leon and thorough and proper apology. So she was gone for good.

Leon continued his training. Sometimes communication with his was limited because he would be forced away on missions in other countries. This worried you, but he always contacted you as soon as he was able, whether by phone or just showing up at your door. He rarely returned to you without scrapes and injuries, sometimes looking like he should be dead but he absolutely wasn't. Those times you tended to baby him a little. He didn't seem to mind at all. Maybe that's why he kept showing up like that. You never had the heart to ask, afraid if you did he'd stop coming around for it. You liked doing it as much as he liked to experience it.

Before you knew it, a year had passed since the destruction of Raccoon City. The nation mourned the massive losses. Many places closed in honor of the fallen. Flags flown at half-mast. Justice against Umbrella, the pharmaceutical company that the government was finally ready to admit was responsible for the entire thing, was being served. Slowly but surely, like all "good" things. Raccoon City and Umbrella was all the news would cover today.

You went over to Leon's place to try to distract him, if he was even there. He might still be on base training, or away on a mission, or just out of the house. You'd find out when you got there.

Well, he was home...

He answered the door without showing himself, purposely remaining hidden behind the door. It was ajar, yet he was being cautious. Why didn't he want you to see him? Surely he wasn't that--

"Now's not a great time, sweetheart," he said, voice croaking and words kind of slurred.

"Leon," you said. You tried to keep the pity out of your voice, but you weren't as successful as you would've liked.

"I'm fine."

"Can I...come in, please?"

Only silence followed your question. You pressed your hand against the door, pushing gently, just to discover he was no longer behind it. He'd gone back into the living room, leaving the decision in your hands. Taking a deep breath, you went inside, closing the door behind you.

Leon sat on the floor in front of his couch, wearing only his boxers and socks. Bottles and cans of beers were all over the floor. Disheveled hair, dark bags under his eyes, redness in his cheeks... God, you should've been here earlier. He's been so, so cruel to himself, drinking for who knows how long, trying to cope. Trying to take it all on by himself, as usual.

You didn't hesitate to join him on the floor, knocking aside the trash in the way, though you did keep your distance just to be safe. He had an open yet still full in one hand while the other grabbed at his bangs.

"Didn't want you...to--"

"I know," you said, putting your hand out on the floor in invitation. "But hey, you've been there for me at my worst. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't do the same?"

"I don't...wanna talk."

"You don't have to. Not even a little."

His one hand fell from his head to grip yours, lacing the fingers between yours. Shaking. It'd been a long time since you felt him tremble like this. He squeezed tight to the point it hurt, but you could tell he was holding back, that he could and wanted to squeeze harder yet didn't want to hurt you any more than he already was. He kept his face away from your view, turning away to chug his beer.

Time alternated between crawling and speeding by. You continued to hold Leon's hand. He continued to squeeze yours. Neither spoke. At least he stopped drinking once that bottle he had was empty. Truth was he wanted stronger stuff, but that would require standing and moving, which he wasn't sure he could do right now without stumbling or outright falling. He wasn't going to ask you. He didn't want to hear the judgment or pity in your voice, not again.

Normally you'd discourage his alcoholic tendencies, but not today. Not on the anniversary of one of the worst days of his life. It was time to be an enabler. You briefly released Leon to hunt in the kitchen for what you knew Leon needed. Yes, it was a need. You also located two shot glasses, because if he was going to continue to bruise the ever-loving shit out of your hand, you at least wanted something to help numb the pain.

As you're taking the bottle of hard liquor with the highest alcohol content off of a shelf in his kitchen, a weight falls against your side. Leon nestled himself against you, though it's less out of affection and more because he's nearly collapsed. He asked in a whisper if this "party" can happen at your place. You read between the lines. He was going to say things he didn't want to risk them hearing. The government bastards who bugged his home to listen in on him and ensure he didn't do or say anything out of line. You didn't say any of this out loud, simply assuring him it was okay for you to take him home with you. You then set the liquor on the counter and helped him to his room so he could put some clothes on before heading out.

The drive back to your house didn't take long. The two of you took seats at your dining room table, a shot glass in front of each of you and the liquor bottle in between. You're holding one of his hands again, which he had resumed squeezing. After downing a handful of shots, Leon's face hit the tabletop, turning so he rested on his cheek but his hair obscured his eyes.

Then came the unfiltered revelations.

He told you so many things he never shared before about what he saw in Raccoon City. Zombies and monsters, bio-weapons created by man-made viruses out of human greed. People fighting over ownership of the viruses, hoping to make a quick buck by supplying it to whoever was willing to pay the most. Betrayal by one of those people, a woman in red who posed as an FBI agent. Everything he knew going into Raccoon City was a lie. Everyone he knew in the city before his arrival was dead.

The number of survivors he knew could easily be counted on two hands. Himself, Sherry Birkin, and Claire Redfield are the ones he was personally familiar with. Later, he learned of the survival of former S.T.A.R.S. member Jill Valentine, an Umbrella-hired mercenary named Carlos Oliveira, someone that worked for Umbrella who got a sample of the G-Virus out of the city and whoever helped him escape. The woman, Ada...That probably wasn't her real name...He wasn't sure if she actually managed to live, somehow. By all accounts, he saw her fall from that crumbling bridge, even wept over her...but he couldn't shake the feeling she was alive.

You could tell from the way he talked about this Ada how he felt about her, and in an instant your heart was hurting. Stomach upset. Despite manipulating, using, and lying to Leon, this woman won your best friend's heart. She didn't deserve it. A small part of you hoped she actually died. A larger part was consumed with guilt for wishing for such a thing, something that clearly caused Leon a lot of pain.

He told you about what happened with Claire, Sherry, and himself after they escaped Raccoon City, which was a few hours before the government nuked it. Claire, encouraged by Leon, went off to find her brother Chris, who was the reason she was in Raccoon City in the first place. Leon and Sherry were found and taken into custody by the military. They discovered Sherry had been infected by the G-Virus (and somewhat cured) and threatened her life if Leon didn't agree to work for them. He had suffered a gunshot wound protecting Ada that needed treatment as well, treatment they refused to give him. Knowing they could just kill him and experiment on Sherry without him around, he had little choice but to agree. That's how a simple rookie police officer was forced to become a government agent.

You were the first person he told about Claire and Ada, with the sole exception of Chris when Claire was in trouble and reached out to Leon for help. He kept their existence to himself for their safety, even if he wasn't sure if Ada still lived. He trusted you enough to spill the beans, though it took getting drunk for him to do so. You weren't sure how to feel about that.

After hours of drinking the hard stuff, you decided it was time for the two of you to get some water in your bodies. No doubt you'd be suffering from hangovers no matter what at this point, but you had to try to fight it. You closed the mostly empty liquor bottle, pushing it away before stumbling off towards the kitchen. Leon took this moment to drag himself to the toilet, definitely needing to relieve himself after all the booze he'd pushed into his system.

You brought water to the table and went to relieve yourself as well, grateful for having two bathrooms for moments just like this.

When you came back, Leon moved to take your hand again, freezing just before his fingers could touch yours. His eyes were locked onto the skin that was starting to bruise.

"I hurt you," he said in a whisper, incredulous.

"Not on purpose," you said, trying to hide your hand in a futile attempt to draw his attention away from it. He snatched you around the wrist before you could, still staring intently at your wound. "Leon, it's okay. I don't even--"

Without warning, Leon raised your hand and pressed his lips against your hurt skin. The gentle kiss rendered you speechless. You were grateful his eyes had closed upon the action. He wouldn't see how red your cheeks had become, which couldn't be fully explained by being drunk. He gave your hand a few more kisses before dropping it away from his mouth.

"I'm sorry," he said as his thumb traced soft circles on the back of your hand, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Leon, I already--"

"It's not okay, even if I held back," he interjected. "I love you. I never...I never want to hurt you. Not again."

You didn't really register that "I love you," assuming he meant it platonically. And even if he didn't, he was drunk. It couldn't be trusted to mean anything else.

"You're too hard on yourself, Leon."

His hands were suddenly on either side of your head, forcing you to hold his gaze. His breath reeked of booze as it tickled your face. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes. Lips parted. His breathing became somewhat labored.

"You do know...that I mean it, don't you? You know I love you, right, sweetheart?"

If he wasn't holding you in place, you'd simply nod. "Y-Yeah, of course I do. Like a brother and a friend."

He laughed, an inappropriate grin breaking out across his lips. "You still think that? After all these years...How can someone so smart be so...so clueless?"

Ignoring your racing heart, you tried to pull yourself away. "Leon, you're drunk. Maybe you should lie down--"

"No...No-no-no-no, if I don't say this now I'll be too chickenshit later. Jus-Just listen to me, sweet stuff. Listen."

He went silent. For a moment, you were afraid he'd fallen asleep like this, somehow.

Then he said, "You have always been...so good to me. I haven't always...I haven't always deserved it. And I can't help it, love. I can't. I love you. I think I've loved you for a long...long time. And I know...you love me. You try to hide it, but fuck, babe...You're terrible at it. Even that fucking bitch Henny could see how you feel. I-I-I wanted to wait for you to admit it...but goddamn, you're taking forever. What are you--What are you 'fraid of? Since when have you been so shy?"

Oh god.

Was this really happening?!

"Leon, I..."

When you couldn't complete your thought, Leon decided to do it for you, doing something you've imagined a million times before. This wasn't exactly as you pictured it, but that it was happening at all was a miracle. He closed the distance between you, smashing his lips against yours with an intense hunger you never would've expected from him. You melted immediately, and he honestly could've done anything to you in this moment without you fighting back. Fortunately, all he wanted to do was kiss you, prodding your lips with his tongue until you opened up and let him inside. He kept kissing you until you both needed to breathe, and even then he had to force himself away.

"I've wanted to do that for so fucking long," he huffed as the two of you gasped for air, forehead resting against yours.

It was a mutual feeling, but you were more breathless than he was. After all, that was the first time you'd ever been kissed by anyone, not just the first time you were kissed by Leon. He knew that, didn't he? Somewhere, deep down in the parts of his brain that weren't firing on all cylinders right now, he knew this. You'd remained single all your life, never once went on a date, and sometimes you thought you'd die a lonely virgin. That belief was shaken by this wild turn of events, and that was a huge understatement.

"God, I just wanna keep kissing you," he breathed.

You wanted that, too.

"But I shouldn't...I might get carried away," he said with reluctance. His lips turned down into a scowl as his head tilted, turning his gaze to the floor. "This shouldn't be...This shouldn't be how it happens. Us drunk be...because of me. I want to...I want to make sure I can remember it...That you actually want it, too. You can't say no to me. It's...hard enough for you when you're sober."

Damn. He didn't have to call you out like that.

"Wait for me, sweetheart. W-Wait..."

You've been waiting this long, anyway. In truth, you'd probably wait forever, even if he didn't ask.

He quickly pulled away from you, covering his mouth with one of his hands as he struggled to his feet. All the drinking was catching up to him. You watched him rush off towards the bathroom. A horrible retching sound soon followed. You covered your ears so you wouldn't have to listen to it any more. Guilt began welling up inside you. If you were really a good friend to Leon, you never would've encouraged him to get as drunk as he had. Shame on you.

You didn't know how much time passed between him rushing off to the toilet and his eventual return, but he just looked so shitty coming back that you all but sobered up right then and there. The caretaker in you took over, putting one of his arms around your shoulders and helping him towards the guest bedroom. Some of the clothes you bought for him when he was staying with you were still in there. You helped him change into something more comfortable for sleeping. His pillows were propped up to keep him from lying flat on his back. He fell into the mattress without resistance.

"Sorry," he slurred as you pulled the covers up over him.

Words once again failed you. You simply stroked his face, reassuring him. It was with the hand he accidentally bruised, however, and he reached out to take you by the wrist again. He pressed his lips to your knuckles. You were thankful he had cleaned himself up after kneeling in front of the porcelain throne.

"Love you so much, sweetheart," he mumbled.

And just like that, he was out. His grip on you went slack. You reluctantly pulled away, letting his hand fall against his chest. You stood and stared for a few minutes. The smile you wore while taking care of him faded as you turned to head towards your bed.

Come morning, you were certain he wouldn't remember any of this. It was all just because he was drunk, lonely, and hurting on the anniversary of one of the worst acts of terrorism in recent American history. If not for what became of Raccoon City, he'd have never kissed you or said he loved you. He didn't mean it. He didn't have the same sparkle in his eye that he had when talking about that Ada woman. His body language didn't agree with his mouth. You didn't really believe any of it.

Why would he lie to you?

You sighed. It didn't matter. You would never hold it against him. You cared too much to ever do such a thing to your best friend.

With any luck, you'd forget this night, too.

But when were you ever that lucky?

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cecedownbad · 11 months

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Can we please talk about the tonal changes from Claire in ID for her line, "That outfit doesn't suit you." ? Because, I love it, so much. It's been on my mind for weeks now and I can't get it over my head.

At the start of the series, the line is passed on lightly, like friendly banter. Imagine seeing your childhood friend in a suit getting ready for law school, cause you've seen them run around, causing trouble wherever, that person you grew up with doing dumb shit with. So to me her line saying that was honestly a call back to their encounter in Racoon City, with him just being a dude that was just like her, doing the same thing she did, survive.

That's what I see, it could be intended to be something else. Aside from that, the comment is meant to be lighthearted. It's meant to be friendly banter. Which I think is nice, in a way. From this point on she's just like, "Hey, that's the same Leon I know, ready to help people in need, the same guy for sure!"

Ahem, now fast forward to the final episode. Leon now has the chip that contains all the shit that Wilson and the government did in Penamstan, Claire now wants it and she asks, after another friendly exchange. Leon said he can't do that, he can't give it and expose them for the shit they pulled. So Claire here, is upset. I mean, really upset. Her line: "So you do things your way, and I do things mine?....Fine." was just the start. I think that to her was just then realising, this wasn't the Leon she knew, the one she survived the hellish City with.

The look she gave him.

She spared nothing. She looked him up and down and finally took note that, it really wasn't the same dude. Look, I'm all up for shitting on the plot, it was sad but the CGI, the expressions, the details, the voice acting. That look she gave him was her getting a good look at the man in the suit, whom she thought she knew, and was now stepping aside and not standing by her. [Also the subtle smirk, like she played herself to thinking he was better than that, to her knowledge that is.]

This was her saying that, this isn't what she knew him for. Leon and her made it through Racoon City to take down the big bad guys and Leon himself told her that he'd take them down. This one time she assumed he'd be on her side, he wasn't and the delivery of this line, the low tone and the remorse it has. She says it in such a way it's meant to hurt him but really it sounds like her telling him to stop pretending to be like those stuck up assholes behind those fancy gates or not end up like them.

Really, I love the work they put in [majority of the budget went into this, for sure], things like this add so much more life to the characters and I will never stop praising the VAs for delivering these lines so much better than we'd expect. I just really wanted to point this out, don't mind me.

#also using this as an excuse to appreciate claire and her va: Stephanie Panisello #and for simping for claire #I'm sorry I'm really big on the voice acting front cause it's something I'm pursuing #claire redfield #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil: infinite darkness #biohazard #cece rambles

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bleachanimefan1 · 1 year

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Resident Evil: Biohazard Part Two

The Big Cheese,

Leon pulled out his radio, calling Hunnigan, to give her an update on the mission. "Hunnigan, I have some bad news. I've confirmed the body of an officer. Something's happened to the people here."

"Leon, you and Mila both need to get out of there. Look for a tower and follow the trail near it. Also, I've been able to get some new info that might help." She spoke.

"New information?" Mila questioned.

"Fill us in." Leon answered.

"Apparently, there's a religious cult group involved. They're called the Los Illuminados." Hunnigan explained to Leon and Mila.

"Los Illuminados? That's a mouth full." Leon scoffed and hanged up his communicator.

"Hey, let's loot around the houses and see if we can find anything useful that might help us." Mila pointed out to the houses then ran off heading to house to search around and Leon followed behind her.

"Fine by me."

Leon and Mila started searching around the houses in the village and came across some ammo for their handguns and a little for Leon's shot gun as well as some medicinal herbs. "So, you want to explain to me what happened back there?" Leon asked her as he was looking through some cabinets.

"Let me guess, you're asking about my ravishing, good looks?" Mila joked.

"You know what I meant. No normal human can do what you just did just now."

"You're right. Ever heard of Albert Wesker?" Mila asked him.

"Wesker?" Leon stopped for a moment, looking at her shocked.

"I'm guessing you have. It happened 8 years ago, Wesker did this to me. He killed my entire family. Turned them into monsters, I was the only one who survived the virus that he implanted in us. I should've died that day but didn't. The virus mutated and changed my body's dna into the living dead. Chris and his squad arrived just to see what happened by that time it was too late. They had to be put down. It took only Chris to see that I wasn't like them. He saved me. Chris lied on his report saying that I wasn't infected and signed me up U.S. military government training. Only he knows of my dirty little secret and now you. You better not tell anyone!"

"I won't. You seem alright. Maybe a little crazy. What are you going to do Wesker if you see him again?" Leon asked her.

"You know the old saying, an eye for an eye. Wesker will pay for what he done. I've been waiting for my entire life for whenever we cross paths again. I'm going to kill him." Mila smirked. Leon said nothing as he continued to look around.

"Wait a minute, you mentioned Chris before. Do you mean Chris Redfield?" Leon asked her, wondering.

"Yeah, you know him?" Mila asked him.

"I know his sister, Claire."

After looting the last house, Mila opened one of the drawers rummaging around them. She smiled when she pulled out a small sack and opened it. Her smile dropped seeing that it was just a few peseta coins, instead.

"Honestly! They seriously don't have any thread or needle in the ding dang village!?" She shouted and slammed the drawer in frustration.

"Did you find anything?" Leon called out. Mila shook her head and showed Leon the bag filled with Spanish coins.

"Not really. Just some old coins. I think they're called pesetas. I didn't know that people use these anymore around here." Mila said to Leon.

"Come on, let's get moving." Leon said.

Leon and Mila quickly headed to the west side of the village towards the tower that Hunnigan told them. They came across a small farm as well as more crazed villagers and took them out and moved on. As they passed through large metal gate and into the forest. As they headed deeper, Mila spotted a disturbing sign with actually human skull and bones stringed up as a warning.

"I wonder what this means." Mila murmured.

"Just be ready for anything." Leon told her. "I wouldn't be surprised with this place."

Just as the two were about to take a step, a large boulder up above them rained down and crashed on the ground behind them. It started to roll down the steep hill heading towards Leon and Mila, fast.

"Run!" Leon shouted. Leon and Mila quickly ran as the boulder tumbled down after them getting closer and closer. The two agents quickly jumped and rolled out of the way and the rock rolled past them.

"That was close. We were almost pancakes." Mila panted as she brushed herself off as she got up.

"Something's definitely ahead if they're trying to stop us." Leon said. Up ahead of them was a small mining tunnel and the two went through it, reaching a small fishing village. Leon and Mila saw more villagers as they attacked them. Some had dynamite as they tossed the explosives at Leon and Mila. Mila quickly fired as she saw one lighting a fuse and the dynamite exploded taking the villager with it and some surrounding villagers as well. Leon took out the last one and noticed a small wooden cabin up ahead.

"Maybe, they're holding Ashely there." He suggested.

"Wouldn't hurt to look." Mila nodded. The two headed over to the house and opened the door and stepped inside only to find the hallways lined with explosive tripwires.

"They're definitely trying to keep something in or someone out." Mila said. Leon shot at the wires blowing up the traps. As they headed further into the house, the two heard loud banging and thuds coming from another room that was sealed off by a bookcase. Leon pushed it and Mila helped him as the two moved it out of their way. The two went in to investigate the noise and saw that it was coming from a cabinet. Leon and Mila both kept their guns ready, and Leon slowly walked over while Mila followed behind him. The two each stood on the side of the cabin and Leon told Mila to get ready. Mila nodded and Leon unlocked the door and a man fell out of it, bound in ropes and his mouth taped.

The man had short dark hair reaching past his shoulders and he was wearing dark brown jacket, blue jeans and boots. Leon bent down and ripped the tape off from the man's mouth.

"A little rough, don't you think?" He hissed in pain while Leon started to cut the ropes that were binding his hands and feet together. "Y-You're not like them?"

"Do we seem like we are?" Mila asked him.

"Okay, have only one very important question. You got a smoke?" He asked Leon and Mila. Leon shook his head.

"I got gum."

"Those things will kill you; you know." Mila told him. The man laughed before his eyes widened and he quickly backed away from the two agents.

"Oi! Not this guy!" Leon and Mila quickly turned around to see a large and tall, bald man standing behind them as well as a few villagers, blocking their way. The tall man had a long beard, one eye was a different color from the other, and was dressed in dark robes like a priest's, a hat, a strange insignia symbol necklace around his neck and black boots. He was the town's chief and priest Bitores Mendez.

"Whoa, big hoss." Mila backed away as she kept her gun on him. Leon quickly swinged his leg at the man, but he caught it. He effortlessly picked Leon up like a rag doll. He threw Leon, making him slam right into the other two, knocking everyone out unconscious.

Leon gasped and quickly woke up. He noticed that his brown jacket was missing and also saw that he was tied to the man that he and Mila had helped, sitting behind him. He saw Mila standing in a corner with her hands tied up in chains above her head. They were in a dark and dimly lit room. All of their gear and weapons were taken from them.

"About time you woke up." She spoke.

"You alright?" Leon asked her.

"Could be better." Mila replied. Leon turned back to the man behind him, shoving him. "Hey, wake up." The man shook his head as he woke up.

"Ai yai yai-Crawl out of one hole and into another."

"You to tell me what's going on here?" Leon asked him.

"Americanos? Now what brings you to this part of the world?" He asked, ignoring Leon's question. Leon tugged tightly on the man's ropes, making them tighter. "Easy! Whoever you are."

"Name's Leon and her over there is Mila. We've came here looking for this girl. Have you seen here?" Leon showed him the photo of Ashley. He briefly glanced at it before looking away.

"What are you both cops or something? You don't look the type."

"Maybe." Leon scoffed.

"Okay, let me guess. She's the president's daughter." The man answered. Leon quickly turned to him, and Mila looked at him as well.

"That's too good for a guess, want to start explaining?" Leon demanded. The man chuckled.

"Psychic powers."

"No tenemos tiempo para bromas." Mila spatted out at him in frustration, getting tired by his attitude. The man's eyes widen a little and he smirked at her.

"Oi, you speak Spanish too. Can't take a joke, Senorita?" He mocked her.

"Si estuviera no atado en este momento, lo haríaestar pateando tu trasero por toda esta cuarto!" She shouted furiously at him, which made him man laugh at her.

"Ooh, she's a spicy one."

"Back to the president's daughter?" Leon stepped in, asking him again.

"I overheard one of the locals talking about the president's daughter in the church." He told Mila and Leon.

"Who are you?" Mila asked him. He tipped his head, bowing to her and Leon. "Me Ilamo Luis Sera. I used to be cop in Madrid. Now I'm just a good for nothing guy who happens to be quite the ladies man." and winked Mila.

"No, me interesa." She scoffed, sticking her tongue at him. Luis shrugged his shoulders, looking away from her.

"Your loss."

"So, why'd you quit?" Leon asked him.

"Polica, you put your life on the line, nobody really appreciates you enough for it. Being a hero isn't what it's cracked up to be anymore." He explained.

"Used to be a cop myself. Only for a day though." Leon replied.

"I thought I was bad." The man shook his head before turning back to Leon. Mila stared at Leon, wondering what happened as well. "What happened?" She asked him.

"Somehow I managed to get myself involved with the incident, Raccoon City, on my first day in the force." Leon explained.

"That is the incident with the virus outbreak, right?" Luis questioned. "I think I might have seen a sample of the virus in the lab at my department." Mila quickly turned back to him frowning at him in suspicion.

"What a minute, you work in a lab? I thought you were a cop?"

But, she was interrupted when a man came into the room, dragging a long ax behind him. He raised the weapon above his head, getting ready to bring it down on Leon and Luis. "Te voy a matar!"

"Do something, cop!" Luis shouted.

"After you!" Leon quickly rolled out of the way, taking Luis with him. The ax slammed down on their ropes, cutting and freeing them. Leon quickly ran at the man and kicked him in the head, sending the villager slamming into the wall, next to Mila, breaking his neck. Mila saw a pair of keys on the man's belt and bent down to grab them. But Luis grabbed the keys before she could, keeping them out of her reach. He tossed them away, sending the keys sliding across the other side of the room.

"Hey!" Mila shouted angrily at him. Leon ran at the Spaniard to grab him. "Luis!"

Luis winked at Mila and saluted at her before running away, escaping the room leaving Leon and Mila alone.

"Adios!"

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lostandloney · 2 years

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Hiya! Could i request a drabble or whatever you feel like writing with Leon x either fem or gn reader, where Leon is like being really grumpy (and borderline annoying lol) and the reader gets annoyed easily and they basically just tell Leon to stfu and he's surprised but is like 'i will stfu then' while just being shocked? idk if it fits being a fluff drabble or whatever, but you can add fluff :>

Sorry it took so long for me to get around to this!!! I was busy with work! Anyway I hope you enjoy!!

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Okay. Yeah, you weren't feeling great. As the seconds ticked on and Leon acted more and more snippy about every little thing, your own aggravation got worse and worse. This was obvious by the fact that your foot began to thump repeatedly in aggravation and you began to clench your jaw.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

You never really found Leon annoying, but since you had already been pretty aggravated before he had come home and started acting like a total grouch, but because of that very same thing, you were teetering on the edge of exploding.

Just one more small thing and-

Leon huffed in aggravation, grumbling under his breath about something.

Boom.

"Would you seriously just shut the fuck up already? Honestly for fucks sake, I can barely freaking think with your negative cloud of energy."

You snapped. You couldn't take it anymore, and the moment you saw Leon's face morph into an expression of shock before just... setting into a completely blank look, you regretted it, and your eyes widened considerably with that realization.

"Fine... I will shut up then." He still seemed to be in shock, swiftly turning on his heel and attempting to leave the room, but you were fast to move and grab his shoulder, causing him to freeze up and tense.

You had fucked up. Big time.

You frowned. "Leon I didn't mean that- I didn't mean to snap at you." You insisted, nearly whimpering when he stayed silent. "I just... I've been irritated all day and then just... sounds have been overwhelming..." you tried, m leaning forward and gently pressing your forehead against Leon's back.

The man seemed to stop tensing, but he didn't dare move. "It's fine." His tone was clipped, yet completely neutral.

"No. It's not. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you, especially since you've already been having a bad day."

It was true. That was really shitty of you, no matter how easily you got annoyed. Even if you couldn't help it.

"I said it's fine" Leon insisted, though now his tone wavered.

You frowned more, taking a deep breath and guiding the man to turn and face you. He looked... downtrodden, his lips set in a firm frown and clear blue eyes refusing to even look at you. "It's not fine."

He went to argue.

"Leon." Your tone was firm and he closed his mouth again. "It is never okay for me to take your feelings out on someone. I should have just left the room or done something to help myself calm down in a healthy manner instead of holding it in until I broke." You were insistent and you watched as he sighed and hesitantly leaned forward into your touch.

"Now that that's out of the way... why are you upset?" You asked, gently guiding Leon against your form fully and wrapping your arms around him, feeling the way his body naturally gave into you and just sunk to the ground, right to his knees as he buried his face in your stomach.

Leon let out a shaky breath, one that said it all. "I don't know how much longer I can just do nothing, and stay quiet about all the shit I'm put through at work," he began.

You nodded, listening to every word he said as he just ranted about the most recent events, the man who had wanted nothing more than to instill fear in everyone. It was awful what he had to go through every time the government called him up to deal with their bullshit... you ran your fingers through his brown hair, softly massaging his scalp as you did so.

It seemed to help, even if only as little.

"I'm just... so tired."

"I know Leon. And I'm sorry you have to deal with all of this."

"Can we just... lay in bed and forget the world for tonight?"

"Of course we can."

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wallwriterstuff · 3 years

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The Good I Come Home To ||Leon S. Kennedy x Female!Reader|| Part 1

Warnings: Angsty, PTSD Leon being very jumpy and shell-shocked, mentions of sex.

Words: 3318

Summary: Originally posted to my Archive of Our Own Account.

Part 2 can be found here

Leon has kept it very casual with you for months, seemingly oblivious of the growing feelings you harbour. You have no idea just how badly it hurts him to leave you every time until he tries to cut you out of his life completely. You have other ideas. You just have to persuade Leon they're the right ones.

Leon S. Kennedy was a complicated man in many respects, but it was easy to unravel all those complex layers if you started looking at his core values, his sense of purpose. To serve, to protect. Leon was built to be the bodyguard of humanity, the first line of defence between unimaginable horror and the things he loved. Every experience had moulded him into this hard shell of a man, so far from the one people used to know. It had been interesting, really, to see an old friend from the Police Academy approach him and see just how different they had turned out. They both had the eyes of experience anybody in the force acquired over time, but Leon’s were sterner, like an unbreakable stone as opposed to ice you could chip away at and eventually shatter. This old friend of his had a small-town job and apple pie life. He had the white picket fence and the wife who kissed him when he came home to freshly made dinner. His children were doing well at school.

Leon had listened like his life was a whole other world away. It was visible in his eyes, though he carefully kept it off his face, that the comparison between each man actually disturbed him. You hadn’t meant to see of course. It was pure coincidence you’d happened to be in the supermarket, walking down that same aisle. His old friend had hit the barricade you so often hit when you asked. You’d stopped questioning it after a few months of back and forth and the looming threat of losing him became a dark and unbearable burden.

“So er, heard about the huge explosion at Raccoon. Where’d they place you after that?”

“Nowhere. I work for the government now.”

“Oh damn. FBI?”

“Something like that.”

His job was the complicated topic. Classified and bad enough to put a certain brand of darkness behind his eyes when you asked, it was best left untouched by your hands because it was hidden beneath the many layers of the man you’d only ever been allowed to scratch the surface of – literally and figuratively. Beyond his core values, the simplicity of Leon S. Kennedy lay in his needs. He was a flesh and blood man after all. He was guaranteed to need to eat, to do laundry, to shower, to relieve himself. These simple needs were what made him somewhat predictable to you. On his best days, when he text you days or hours before, you were almost guaranteed to be wined and dined. Okay so the wine and dine option was sometimes more like beer and take-out pizza but it was always paid for by him if you bought the alcohol.

When he was feeling a little less than okay, you’d get no outright statement of his desire to see you, but he’d hedge around the topic and wait for you to ask him, like he was afraid to be a nuisance. You’d only get this awkward and prompting behaviour from him an hour or two before he showed up which left you little time to prepare, but a quick shower was always on the cards. In his worst moments, he’d give no warning and simply show up at your house with smouldering eyes that demanded your attention and everything else you had to give him. God help you, you always gave him everything. As simple as his needs were, as his feelings on the matter appeared, yours were much more complicated. Leon S. Kennedy had made it clear from the start when he met you at the bar that fateful night, all chiselled jaw and playful eyes, that nothing serious was to come of this.

It had progressed to a proper agreement when you both seemed to just keep running into each other. You were free to date, if you so pleased, and he’d stop showing up. He’d be gone like dust in the wind, untraceable and impossible to bring back. You didn’t want that. Until the day either of you became tied down you had agreed you were exclusive. You sated each other only. It was hard to keep to that promise all the time when he was away for long periods, but you remained true to your word anyway, and that was how it had stayed for a solid eight months. Leon came back to a bed you kept free just for him and left in the morning like it was no more than a pit-stop on a long and winding road.

You suspected he wasn’t proud of it. You thought sometimes you could see something softer in his eyes, something that made you think he wished for something more than he was already giving you. There were moments his eyes lingered when he said goodbye, times his hands stayed on you a little longer than they usually did. On rare occasions, when he was just a bit too drunk after what you guessed was a bad job, you let him sleep it off with his arms around you and listened to the whimpers in his sleep with an aching heart. Leon consistently let you have his body, gave you the briefest glimpses at the big heart he held so carefully hidden away, but never once did he let you into his mind. As much as you loved being with him, you had never truly been with him at all. You’d never truly connected with him beyond anything physical. It pained you to know you never would. You cared for him too much. You saw the deep pain he carried with him everywhere, and you’d never be able to alleviate that load because he wouldn’t let you.

You had to pause the TV to be sure you’d actually heard anything at all, but when you heard the noise again it was stronger, bolder. Knocking. Glancing at the clock, you turned the TV off with a frown. There weren’t many people who would come knocking at this late hour, and you didn’t know if your heart was in it tonight to let him in when he would forever keep you out. As if on cue, when you opened the door to a dripping wet Leon, thunder rumbled and rattled the open window in the corridor of your apartment block. A small puddle of water had formed on the windowsill, dripping in as the harsh rain battered the glass. Leaving your door propped with the door stop you kept nearby for moments like these, you crossed to the window to close it and lock out the weather. You felt sullen enough without the storm clouds invading your house.

“Leon if you’re here to drink that’s okay but I’m not really up for-“ you cut yourself off, uncertain all of a sudden as to what it was he was here for. His needs were always so simple, the looks and actions associated with them something you had come to learn to recognise without much conscious thought. This was entirely new. Those piercing blue eyes were sullen, fighting between being as hard as sapphire and as soft as calm ocean waves. What was frightening was the depth of the ocean you saw. It was like staring into an abyss of torment. Red-ringed and with whisky on his breath, it didn’t take a genius to realise Leon had been crying and was in fairly bad shape. Hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, he stared at you through those horribly complex eyes, his mouth half open like he wanted to say something but couldn’t force the words out. He was pale, breaths even but heavy, like he had to physically remind himself to huff out each one.

Wordlessly, you took him by the hand. His skin was freezing to the touch and you guessed the faithful jacket had done little to keep the bitter cold from seeping into his exposed skin. Your theory was proven right when his cheeks were just as cold to the touch.

“I…” you thought he might say more but it was like watching a caveman learn to talk. There were only sounds, no words. He was usually very skilful with his tongue but tonight those talents were nowhere to be found. Pushing his jacket from his shoulders you hung it to dry over the back of your sofa, hoping the radiator would do its job and leave it toasty for him when he inevitably put it on to leave you again. You ignored the stinging in your chest at the thought. Leon didn’t need you to be petty right now. Truthfully, you were frightened. Leon’s carefully constructed composure had been shattered by something and you didn’t think you wanted to know what was strong enough to shatter this man’s rock hard exterior and cut him so deeply. He stood dumbly in your hallway, and you gently pushed him to the edge of the sofa to take off his shoes so they wouldn’t traipse water into your home.

“Shhh Leon, just come with me.” You coaxed him back onto socked feet, leading him down the hall to your bathroom.

“No…no Y/N I, I don’t…” he swallowed.

“Do you trust me Leon?” you asked him, keeping your voice gentle like you were cajoling a wild animal into eating from your palm. Leon nodded without question and you smiled slightly. “Then just follow for me now.” You kicked open your door and led him to the edge of the tub, grabbing a towel from the shelving units there and placing it on the sink.

“What are you doing?” he could barely speak above a whisper, looking confused and upset and lost all at once.

“I’m going to run you a nice hot bath before you catch your death. I don’t know how long you were in the rain for Leon but you’re frozen to the bone.” You said calmly, putting the plug in the tub and turning on the tap for the hot water. Leon didn’t answer, merely watched you with the eyes of a man so lost in trauma he couldn’t find his way back to the surface world and make sense of the happenings around him. While you waited for the water to turn steamy, you rubbed at his hair with the towel in your hand to dry it. You knew something was incredibly wrong when he let you mess it up like that. There were very few instances you were allowed to touch his hair and you had to always, always comb it back into place or suffer the consequences. Occasionally, you took a break to fill the tub with some of your prized bath oils. Lavender, camomile, jasmine, all your favourite scents from a beautiful kit a colleague had bought you as part of secret Santa last year.

He didn’t comment as the room filled with intoxicating, relaxing scents, nor when you checked the temperature again and told him he could get in when he was ready. He held the towel in both hands, staring at the cotton as if it might hold some answers.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. You nodded once.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” you asked him. He nodded once, but he didn’t meet your gaze. He was lying you were sure. “Okay. Take as long as you need in here, I’ll be about when you feel ready to see me alright?” you promised, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. Your lips lingered a little too long, but Leon didn’t move away. He closed his eyes as if the contact was all he had wanted and more. As the door closed behind you you heard the soft, muffled sob he tried so hard to bury in the towel, and your heart broke a little more. Something had shattered Leon S. Kennedy and it didn’t sit well with you at all to see him this vulnerable. He needed the space right now to get his mind back in order but once he did, when he was ready to face you, you weren’t sure you’d get an explanation from him. He’d shut down every time you’d ever asked for one before.

He’d woken screaming one night, lashing out so violently that if you had been sat upright there’d have been no way to avoid his fist and he’d have knocked you out cold. When you tried to ask what was wrong, he’d simply snapped at you to leave him be and left your apartment so fast there could have been a fire under his ass. So, what did you do? Did you just not even try? He hadn’t made a move on you, had specifically said no when he saw you heading in the direction of the bedroom. But if he wasn’t here for sex what was he here for? It only added to your anxiety that you really had no clue what he wanted if it wasn’t your body he’d come for, and though part of you thought that should make you angry, another part of you hoped that that meant it was something more that he was after this time. The kind of more you wanted.

No. You had to try for him. You couldn’t let him go on like this. He didn’t have to fight the war in his head alone, not when you were here. At least, if he wanted to go it alone, he could have someone stable waiting with a safety net if he stumbled. For now you’d let him linger and soak in the tub, and you’d make the most out of the ingredients you had in the fridge. If he stayed, he could eat it off a plate. If he didn’t…well, you’d make some in a container in case. Pasta bake had always been your father’s speciality and it had been your favourite as a child, was still your comfort food now. Chicken and bacon sizzled, pasta boiled, and you grated the cheese to the rhythm of your favourite song playing softly on the radio while the milk and butter warmed on the stove. You snagged a piece of bacon from the wok and let the salty flavour burn your tongue.

With your masterpiece constructed and more cheese grated on top, you slid the dish into the oven for it to crisp up and set your timer, setting about washing the utensils next. It kept your hands busy, kept your mind from wandering too much, but even the sudsy water couldn’t quite keep your mind from ticking over. Why had Leon come here in the pouring rain? What had spooked him so badly he’d thought, in his less than coherent state, that he needed to be here in your apartment? Did the fact he’d come to you mean anything at all or did he just happen to be nearby? You put the saucepan a little harder than necessary into the rack when it slipped from your hands, jumping and cursing to yourself at the loud clang it had made.

“Y/N!” Leon almost roared your name in pure, abject terror. Eyes wide you rushed for the bathroom, hands still soapy and dripping water. He was already out of the bathtub, naked and scrambling through his jacket until he came up with a gun of all things, aimed right at you as you burst through the door. A shriek escaped you and you immediately dropped to the floor, hands above your head.

“Leon it’s me!” you begged. Harsh breathing filled the room.

“Where is it?” he demanded. You peeked up at him from below your arms, lowering them slowly. He was half-crouched, eyes wild and fixated on the door that led back to your room. He offered you a hand. “Come on, get up and get behind me, where is it?” he repeated the question more firmly now.

“Where’s what? Leon I – there’s only us here. I just dropped a saucepan.” You breathed. His expression faltered, confusion flooding his features first , then guilt, and finally grief. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply, held it, exhaled slowly. He lowered his gun after a few more deep breaths.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking a little like a kicked puppy. You shook your head, slowly pushing to your feet so as not to startle him. His skin was tinged pink, little suds clinging to the ends of his hair. The timer went off in the kitchen and Leon flinched again, hand tensing around the gun. You soothingly placed your hand on his arm.

“It’s just the timer. We’re the only people here Leon, nothing’s going to hurt us. How’s about you dry off and come have something to eat?” you suggested. He blanched at the mention of food and you frowned. “You don’t have to eat everything, just a little bit, you look really pale.” You reached for the towel and held it out to him until he reluctantly nodded and wrapped it around his waist. You left the door slightly ajar and headed for the kitchen to switch off the damn timer. He was so jumpy, so eager to jump to your defence. You plated up a small portion, not wanting to put him off with a large one. You didn’t feel particularly hungry yourself but you’d had a proper meal earlier in the evening, a cup of tea would suffice, camomile and honey would soothe your nerves. Leon had a liking for peppermint you knew. Maybe if he was nauseous that would help him eat? Tea and pasta bake served you sat opposite his place, one hand wrapped around the handle of your mug and the other pulled up to your mouth, your teeth nibbling the side of your nail.

“You’ll make your thumb sore.” He lingered in the doorway like he wasn’t sure if he should sit down or run away. You dropped your hand and placed a more welcoming smile on your lips, nodding to the plate.

“Chicken and bacon pasta bake. It’s good.” You invited. Hesitantly, Leon shuffled to the chair and sat down. You didn’t push him to talk. Months of being with Leon had assured you that pushing would only clam him up further, and you wanted to pry him open tonight. With a sinking feeling, you realised it might be the last night you ever saw him. He’d let himself be extremely vulnerable to you already and you weren’t the type of person to see this kind of trauma and let it go unchecked. You’d want to check in on him, you’d want to help him feel better, and Leon didn’t appreciate the questions you’d have to ask to get the kind of help he needed right. He sighed slightly, picking up the fork and taking a small bite. He looked physically sick for the first few mouthfuls, and you made an effort to distract him with small talk about the weather, your day and all its mundane happenings.

He seemed enraptured by your very voice, soaking in every syllable that crossed your lips and mindlessly working his arm and mouth to clear the plate and drain the mug in front of him.

“Can I have a bit more? It’s really good.” He surprised you with his request but you obliged him, spooning some more on his plate.

“If you’re that partial to it you can take some home to.” You said simply. He nodded once, clearing the second portion with ease and looking much better for it. The colour had returned to his cheeks and he looked a little more put together than before. You settled back in your chair, watched him clean his plate and put it in the drying rack. It was a courtesy you’d never have asked for but were grateful for nonetheless. He didn’t turn around though, keeping his back to you and tightening his grip on the countertop.

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single mom!reader (leon x f!reader)

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(a/n) sorry for the delay in this part. i have been really busy and super bleh because of my antidepressants, but tonight i finally feel like writing. this is part 2 of 5, and next part uhhh... might get a little spicy. don't say i didn't warn you lmao. - zee

word count: 1656

contains: angst to an extent

warnings: light swearing, fighting, panic attacks

paring: leon kennedy x fem!reader (single mother)

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story under the cut

Staggered breaths were heard inside the house, followed by a loud cough. The area of Spain you were in was surprisingly cold, and the cabin you were in wasn’t helping any, considering how run down it was. Your gun was in your hand, following behind Leon as you kept watch on anything that could happen behind the man.

Leon turned the corner, and you did the same. Seeing a man who was currently filling his fireplace with wood, poking and prodding at it in the mean time.You raised an eyebrow, keeping your gun in your hand as Leon cleared his throat.

“Excuse me, sir, I am Leon Kennedy. I was wondering if you have seen this girl.”

The man turned back at him, speaking in Spanish in a very angry manner. You pursed your lips together, Leon giving you a shrug.

“Leon! Look out!” You yelled, firing your gun at the man who rose an axe towards your partner. You shot at his head multiple times, before he finally fell to the ground. Noises were heard outside, and Leon took it upon himself to look out through the window. You let out a breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding, before looking out the window with Leon and seeing a lot more people.

“Shit,” Leon muttered, making sure his gun was loaded before pushing you to go towards the stairs.

“I know what I’m doing, Kennedy,” you sassed, going up the stairs quickly with him following behind. He let out a huff, grabbing a few things of ammo that he found in drawers and handing it to you. You put them into your bag, shaking your head as you found some herbs. The sound of a door breaking down was heard downstairs, which caused your eyes to widen.

“There!” You called out, pointing at the window.

“Good eye,” Leon replied, going to jump out. You bit at your lip, hearing the villagers walking around downstairs before you eventually jumped down yourself, being caught by Leon. You let out a cough, Leon having a shit eating grin on his face before you pulled your gun out and shot 3 villagers behind him.

The blonde placed you back down on the ground, starting to run farther away from the village people. You sighed quietly to yourself, following behind as per usual. You knew something was up here, not normal, and just like Raccoon City.

You put Raccoon City in the back of your mind as Hunnigan called Leon, and you stood to the side listening through your ear piece. You kicked at some rocks, thinking about your son and what he could be doing at home. A huff left Leon’s mouth, ending the call with Hunnigan.

“Ashley is around here somewhere,” Leon spoke out, putting an end to your thoughts. You looked over at him, giving him a nod.

“No shit.”

“Hey, I know you have something going on, but that attitude of your’s needs to leave,” Leon snapped, running a hand through his hair. You raised an eyebrow.

“MY attitude? I am so sorry that I had to leave my nine year old son behind to go on a mission to find the President’s dumbass daughter!” You exclaimed, to which he rolled his eyes. The stress the two of you had from your recent encounters was prominent in this conversation, and you put your hands up slightly.

“You know what. You’re right. Sorry for making you upset, Kennedy,” You spoke sarcastically, walking away from the other. Leon’s jaw clenched, following behind you and grabbing your wrist, turning you to face him.

“Stop being a brat.”

“You’re being the brat,” You seethed, shaking his grip off of you as you head towards another cabin. Leon sighed, knowing he messed up by snapping at you. The two of you trekked to the cabin ahead, opening the door and looking around.

“Here,” you spoke, going to move something out of the way of a doorway. Leon gave a nod, going into a room and hearing commotion in the wardrobe in the corner. You followed after grabbing things in the other room, seeing Leon opening the wardrobe door.

All of a sudden, you felt immense pressure in your head and the whole world went black.

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The smell of rotting walls is what awoke you. Pain shot through your head, wrists bound behind you. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing two men in front of you. The one Leon was tied up to was unfamiliar, but he must’ve been in that wardrobe Leon opened up.

“Leon?” You called out. He seemed to have been in the middle of a conversation with the man he was tied up to, showing him the picture of Ashley.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Leon asked, to which you gave a slight nod. Luis looked over to you.

“Ah, senorita, they must’ve hit you hard,” he spoke out, giving a sympathetic smile. You gave a nod again, not feeling up to talking as the pain in your head was searing. Leon sighed to himself, putting the photo of Ashley back into his pocket. You must’ve missed a bit of their conversation.

Loud footsteps were heard outside, which caused you to snap your head up. You saw a giant man walk in. Your eyes felt a bit heavy, desperately trying to keep them open before you slipped off into another slumber.

Snapping awake, you felt something warm pressed against your right arm. Your eyes were wide, sweat sticking to your skin as you looked up at the person who held you. Leon.

You still felt angry at him, but you decided to put that in the back of your head. He looked down at you, hearing your ragged breathing.

“Hey, sleepy head. I have been carrying you around for what feels like ages,” he murmured, placing you back down again. You sighed, rubbing the back of your head.

“I’m sorry… I just feel so sick,” you muttered, before tears started to stain your cheeks. You were tired, and you didn’t know why. And you felt out of touch with reality. Leon’s concern grew for you.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing your back. You shook as you cried, falling to your knees.

Panic rose in you, thinking about how you woke up some when you were held captive and something being put into your neck. You immediately looked up at Leon.

“They put something in me,” you expressed, starting to feel yourself become sick.

“Y/n, I am sure you’re fine-”

“Fine?! How can I be fine?! What if I turn into one of them?!” You screamed at him, covering your face afterwards. You thought about Adrian, and how he would potentially have to grow up without his mommy. He was already growing up without a father figure, you couldn’t imagine having him lose you now. You looked down, opening your locket as your breathing was labored. You couldn’t stop the panic, but you could calm down your tears. The adrenaline was already pumping hard through your veins, as you shakily touched the face of your son, and glanced towards the face of your late boyfriend.

“Who is that?” Leon asked, looking down at the locket. You glanced up, his face had softened.

“My late boyfriend… he… he turned into one of those monsters in Raccoon City… right in front of me and Adrian,” you mumbled, closing it. Leon frowned, helping you up from the ground. You composed yourself quickly, starting to go the way you assumed you were to go.

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The plane you were in was whirring loudly, about to take off. You were currently sitting in front of Ashley Graham and the President, with Leon right beside you. Your mission was a success, but the trauma that both you and Leon had experienced on the way was enough to make you never want to work for the government again. But, this is all you had.

The President got up from his seat, walking towards the front of the plane. You looked at Ashley, who was currently looking at Leon in a loving way. A pit formed in your stomach, and you didn’t know if it was jealousy. You looked out the window, seeing the ocean, and clouds… and more ocean.

Unbeknownst to you, but known to Ashley, Leon was looking at you the same way Ashley was looking at him. He didn’t know why, but he felt even more attracted to you after the events you two had endured. You knew that it would be a few days until you could see your son, since you have to give information to your agency and other government officials, but at the end of the day, your son was now your number one priority again.

“Why her?” Ashley spoke out, her eyes going wide as both you and Leon looked at her. Her face flushed to a bright red color, before she excused herself, going to wherever her father was.

“What was that for?” You mumbled, playing with your hands. You looked over at Leon, smiling a bit as you felt your heart swell up.

“I don’t know… but at least she is gone, her staring was getting annoying,” Leon chuckled, which caused you to giggle. You bit at your lip, seeing his hand on the armrest. You moved your smaller one to lay on top of it, your fingers intertwining.

“Thank you,” You whispered, “for getting me back safe.”

“I made a promise, didn’t I? How about we celebrate tonight, everything on me,” Leon said smugly, which caused you to blush.

“Yeah, yeah lover-boy… I’ll give you a chance,” You said with a grin, looking back out the window and taking your hand away from his. You missed the warmth, but you didn’t want to deal with Ashley’s whining.

Maybe staying away from home for a few more days wouldn’t be so bad...

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