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Absolutely gorgeous.

Valkyrie ⚔️

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So far behind on these. But no more writer's block.

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Masterlist

I am doing this Cleon writing challenge because I need my creative writing juices to flow. I am an AVID(RABID) fan of the Resident Evil Series. RE2 the ORIGINAL (I'm super old) for the PS1 was the first Resident game I played. I fell in love with what would come to be known as CLEON. Claire Redfield is my favorite character EVER. I also fell in love with Raccoon City (what they let you see of it). Wishing everyday for an open world game for Raccoon City/Arklay Mountains. Outbreak is my next favorite game in the series.

Our Truth

A Perfectly Fine Night Ruined by Hunk

Too Old

Cowgirl Claire

Leon's P.O.V.

Garden Gnome Protection

The Call Was the Last Straw

Messy Confession

Safety

Was It Fate or Was It Hate

Worst Train Ride Ever

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Worst Train Ride Ever

Warnings: Terrible title, lol. Swearing, mentions of blood (LOTS of blood), guns, knives, zombies and chocolate.

PSHHHH! The sound of whatever the hell that pimply covered Umbrella mutation was as it exploded blood gushing outwards covering Claire Redfield.

She'd only had time to retreat to the furthest corner of the locked room and close her eyes and mouth.

"CLAIRE! CLAIRE! Are you okay?" Leon's voice came through the door, filled with concern.

"I could really use a hug right now." Claire sighed, swiping the blood or whatever it was off her leather jacket. "And maybe some chocolate," she added.

"I've got both for you once Jill gets this door open," Leon offered.

Leon held his gun tightly, his nerves fried since being separated from Claire. Jill was focused on the lock, aware of the shambling zombies behind her. Leon shot the ones that had entered this train car, silently urging Jill to hurry up.

The door swung open, revealing the blood covered Claire. Jill was already taking off her top shirt, handing it to Claire to wipe her face off. It was worse than that scene from Carrie. Not an inch of Claire had escaped the mutated blood.

"I'll, uh, give you a raincheck on that hug," Leon finally spoke up.

Claire gave him the finger, before smiling at Jill.

"At least there's a real gentleman around here, even if she is a beautiful woman," Claire joked with Jill.

"Careful, Claire. Chris might get jealous," Jill smirked.

"Where is he?" Claire asked.

As if on cue, an enormous explosion blew off the far end of the train car, Chris flying through the air and rolling forward towards them. Above some mutated flying monster circled over Chris.

"MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" Chris shouted.

Jill and Claire sighed before running forward, Leon on their heels and Chris right behind them. Chris slammed the door shut behind him, his chest heaving from the exertion and too many cigarettes.

"Here," Leon held out a snickers to Claire.

Before Claire could consider reaching for it, Chris had it unwrapped and shoved in his mouth, chewing loudly.

"Worst train ride ever," Claire muttered.

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Was it Fate or Was it Hate?

Warnings: Violence against women, hair pulling, explosions, injections

Umbrella Antarctic Base - 1998

Albert Wesker was a patient man, he'd always been a patient man. Until that annoying bug, Chris Redfield had come to Raccoon City. Now with Claire Redfield pulled against his chest, yanking on her ponytail while she struggled, he realized there was only one way to be done with the Redfield siblings.

"I'm going to give you a gift dearheart. You'll thank me later," Wesker whispered in her ear.

As the ground beneath them rumbled from the explosions, Claire felt a tiny prick on the side of her neck, but didn't stop struggling.

Present Time

"Claire. Claire."

Claire snapped out of her memories and smiled up at Rebecca Chambers.

"Sorry. Lost in thought. How've you been?" Claire stood up, following Rebecca.

"Good. How have you been feeling?" Rebecca led Claire into her private office.

"Okay. I was wondering...Since the RC survivors are all tested regularly...Has anything odd come back?"

Rebecca studied Claire closely, knowing at any point one of the other survivors could drop a secret that would change everything.

"No. Do you want me to test you again?" Rebecca didn't waste anytime.

"No. I mean if everything's fine, then no reason, right?" Claire smiled, relieved when her phone rang.

"Claire, are you experiencing any strange symptoms? Any reason why you'd show up..."

"Sorry, it's Leon. He won't stop calling until I answer," Claire smiled apologetically.

"Sure, yeah."

Rebecca observed the way Claire's posture relaxed when she answered.

"Hey Rookie. I'm with Rebecca. No, no. Nothing like that. I'll be home soon and we can do our usual pizza and movies. Hmm-mm. Yep, love you too. Sorry, Rebecca..."

"Don't. I'm glad someone got a happy ending out of all that misery. Anyway, if you need anything or if you do start experiencing weird symptoms, call me. Don't wait. Okay?"

"Yeah, of course. I guess I'm just worried because life is so calm at the moment. Thanks again."

Claire nearly ran from the building, regulating her breathing once she got to car. Closing her eyes, she buried back the fear of what she knew was coming.

And once again, she asked herself...Was it hate or fate that made Wesker inject her on the Antarctic base.

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gotta get moving on this challenge, ughhh. get the writing gears moving.

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Safety

Warnings: Swearing, zombies, guns

"Don't stop running!" Leon shouted to Claire while shooting two more zombies.

Claire dodged a tree branch, her body on the brink of shutting down. Exhaustion was setting in after 38 straight hours of avoiding and fighting the infected. Not one single place in this town had been safe and finding shelter seemed nearly impossible.

"Sharp left!!!" Claire yelled back.

Claire knew they were on the outskirts of the town, running out of options.

"We're clear. We gotta find some place to set up for the night," Leon stood beside Claire.

"Could we be that lucky?" Claire whisperd.

Leon followed her gaze and cursed softly, before grabbing her by the wrist and running. Darkness was falling and they couldn't afford another night out in the wilderness.

They rushed inside the lonely house, immediately blocking the front door and covering the windows. They split up, knives out in case there were any undead inside. Once they finished searching they met back up in the hallway. Leon held a quilt, knowing neither of them would fully sleep, but keeping warm was a necessity.

The two of them fell on the couch, Claire resting back against Leon's chest. Leon covered them up with the quilt, wrapping an arm around the front of Claire.

"So, wanna tell me how YOU ended up in the middle of this?" Leon asked gently.

"Would you believe me if I say, wrong turn?" Claire yawned.

"Shit, Red. Did you already break that GPS system I got you?"

Claire hummed softly as she nuzzled more into his arms against his chest. Leon closed his eyes, enjoying this moment.

"I love you, Rookie. Glad I ran into you."

"Love you, Red."

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Messy Confession

Warnings: Swearing, yelling. 578 words

 

Claire moved to her front door the constant, insistent knocking concerning. Opening the door, Claire found herself pressed against the wall behind her the door slamming shut.

  Leon held Claire’s neck in his hands, the expression he wore startling her. Before she could speak or even react, he pressed his mouth against her. The kiss was heavy, desperate, but filled with care.

  “We need to talk…I can’t…”

  “Rookie, now is not…”

  “Stop! Just be quiet for a minute, okay? I need to say this and if I don’t…”

  “Okay, but we’re…”

  “I mean it, Red. Just be quiet!”

  “Okay.”

  Claire was honestly worried, but she’d let Leon say whatever he needed to.

  “I can’t do this anymore. Every time I’m on a mission all I think about is getting back to you. Praying that you haven’t been pulled into something even worse than I’m facing. That whole fucking thing with Wesker’s sister…It killed me to see you so broken and injured. Knowing I should’ve been there. I know you don’t need my protection, you never have, but dammit, I want to back you up. I want to be your partner just like I was in Raccoon City. I know you took a different path, but if you keep ending up back in the fight, why can’t you fight with me?! Dammit, I don’t understand. So, please explain it to me, because I can’t Claire. I can’t accept it anymore.”

  Claire cupped his face in his hands, using her thumb to wipe away a stray tear at the corner of Leon’s eye. Leon closed his eyes, covering her hands with his, a single sigh escaping his lips. Leon’s entire body relaxed under Claire’s touch, a familiar calm coming over him.

  “Rookie, I’m sorry. I want to fight, but I can’t do it your way. I watch all of you come back from whatever shit you were in…Each time you are missing another piece of yourself. I know because I was there. I lost a chunk of myself in Raccoon City, but because you were there, I filled that whole back up. What I do now, how I fight keeps me from losing another piece. I fight here, to give all of you a place, a safe place to come back to. It feels like I’ll lose all of you if I don’t try to keep the home front safe. I am so sorry it feels like I’m abandoning you, but I’m not. I promise you, I would never, Leon.”

  “Claire…Fuck it! I need you in my life more than once a year!” Leon had pulled away and punched the wall.

  “Well, I think that is our sign to leave…”

   Leon looked around the corner and saw Chris, Jill, Sherry, Rebecca and Barry. No one spoke as they each patted him gently on the shoulder, all of them aware of the toll they all bore from Raccoon City. As well as each mission after.

  Chris was the last one out, but stopped, clapping a hand on Leon’s shoulder.

  “About time you told her. Later sis,” Chris smiled before exiting.

  “I tried to tell you we weren’t alone…”   “Yeah…I love you, Claire Redfield. Now you tell me…Where are we going from here.”

  Claire smiled, taking Leon’s hand in hers.

  “My bedroom. We have more than once a year to plan for, so tonight, we relax.”

  Leon chuckled, following her like the obedient puppy he was and always had been for her.

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This week's challenge. Ugh. 700 words. Some of these really get the creative flow going. These ones challenge & terrify me.

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The Call Was the Last Straw

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, hitting

The call was the last straw and no matter how much he loved her Leon was putting an end to this. All the years of searching for Steve, taken by Wesker and most likely disposed of once he'd finished testing on him.

Chris was too busy to see the way his sister was spiraling over the loss of this boy. It was on Leon to pull Claire up the way she'd done for him, multiple times.

Leon slammed his hands against the steering wheel as he neared the coordinates Claire had sent. Absolutely convinced this was where Steve was Claire hadn't even waited for him to arrive.

Leon saw her rental parked and empty, but turned when he saw a short trail. Leon ran down the trail, his heart stopping when he saw Claire walking along the edge of a frozen lake.

From where he stood he could see parts were melted under the strong sun. It didn't stop the tortuous chill from seeping so deeply into his bones he zipped his bomber jacket. That's when he saw Claire stomp on ice, then drop down into the hole she'd made.

"CLAIRE!!!" Leon screamed from where he stood.

The adrenaline was rushing through his body as he ran towards the spot she'd slipped in. Leon didn't think twice before diving in, knowing she'd fight him, but he couldn't lose her. Wouldn't lose Claire.

The shock through his body had him wishing he'd made a better decision, but the moment he caught sight of movement, he reached out. Internally, he sighed in relief when his arms wrapped around a body and not a fish. As expected she began thrashing, but Leon pulled them both up on the bank.

"I'll kill...Rookie? What the fuck? The facility is underwater..."

Leon pinned Claire beneath him as she struggled, her anger causing her to lash out.

"Stop. Just stop, Red, okay? It's over. Done. Steve Burnside is dead! You aren't. So stop!" Leon raised his voice over Claire's cursing.

Claire started slapping at his chest, hitting him with no real strength or intent. The tears streaming down her face.

"It's not fair. It's...We survived..."

Leon lifted her up in his arms and rushed back his car. Before rushing to Claire, he'd turned the heat up on high and pulled a blanket from the back.

"I've rented a place nearby, we're going to stay there for the night. Warm up, I'm not leaving you, Red."

The exhaustion Claire had been fighting overtook her quickly. Those beautiful eyes closing on and off as he drove.

"Thanks for coming, Rookie. I...Thanks," Claire yawned before finally closing her eyes.

"Hey, gimme ten more minutes before you close those eyes okay? We'll get you in the shower, in warm clothes and then we'll sleep, okay?" Leon nudged her gently.

"Hmm. Okay."

This was the final straw and no matter what it took, Leon would save Claire. Leon didn't care what it cost him.

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All I've got so far is The Call was the Last Straw. Lol. Man these really are challenging, but I love it.

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Garden Gnome Protection

Warnings: Swearing (In my head, Chris and Leon would follow up leads on Steve over the years with Claire. Never wanting her to go alone). This is one of those missions.

Chris was leading the way into the dark, dilapidated split ranch house. Leon brought up the rear, while Claire followed Chris. As they moved up the stone walkway to the front door, Claire grabbed one of the ugly garden gnomes along the pathway.

"Here. This will keep you safe."

Chris turned, rolling his eyes annoyed with his sister's antics to keep things light. Chris set it on the grass his sharp gaze returning to the door in front of him.

"Be serious, this is your mission," Chris lectured her quietly.

"What? You mad I couldn't find a boulder?" Claire asked.

Leon let out an involuntary snort, causing Chris to turn and glare at him. Leon straightened back up the moment Chris' glare turned to a smirk.

"That's funny, huh, Kennedy? Your boyfriend tell you what happened to that motorcycle you got him?" Chris smiled widely.

Claire turned to look back Leon who sighed, knowing he was in trouble.

"What happened?" Claire asked, hands on hips.

"Baby, not the time. Let's finish this..."

"Destroyed. Gone. Nothing left, not even a tire," Chris imitated an explosion with his hand.

"Thanks asshole," Leon snapped back, voice low.

"Do you even have a license, geez, babe. Whatever, let's go."

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Still haven't managed last week's challenge. Here's hoping I can manage both today.

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Leon's POV (1st person)

Struggling to write the challenge for some reason, so here's something I wrote right after Vendetta came out.

Warnings: 1,400 + words. Swearing, mentions of Ada, but not positive or negative just what I needed to write this.

  Staring out the window of the car driving me from the airport I let the last mission’s horrors fade from my mind. The sky was overcast, the threat of rain becoming more of a promise. The last few years I’ve realized quite a few things in my life are wrong. After Claire’s incident on S-Island and then my run in with Ada and her clone during the Wuhan mission I finally grasped how close I’d been to losing the one woman that fully understood me.

  The call I’d gotten before all hell broke, loose in Tall Oaks had instilled a new level of fear within me, the kind I never expected to experience. Wuhan had been a temporary distraction and as soon as I was able, I ran to Claire.

    In the hospital, Claire was the most broken I’d ever seen her or anyone for that matter. There wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t bruised, broken or wrapped up. Seeing her on a respirator, brought it home for me.

    I realized I’ve been chasing Ada because she is easy. I don’t have to face any deep feelings or take the time to understand what we have or how we feel about each other. I know what we have, how we feel with each other and that it has absolutely nowhere to go beyond sex. Great sex, but that doesn’t fulfill me, never has, but it’s always been enough. Until I imagined my life without Claire.

    Claire brings feelings to the surface, I never want to face, but I enjoy them, nonetheless. Only when I’m with her do I actually feel alive, more than just a DSO agent surviving another mission.

    The buzz of my phone distracted me from my thoughts, a smile breaking through when I saw Claire’s face on the screen. It was a candid shot she didn’t even know I’d taken.

    “Hey Red,” I spoke calmly, always hiding my actual excitement to hear her voice.

    “Rookie! I heard you’re going to be in town this weekend.”

    “Yeah. Are you available for the usual?”

    “Pizza, beer and movie marathons, of course! Andy doesn’t care that you’ll be spending the night, but his flight leaves tomorrow morning so he claimed the spare bedroom since you and I usually fall asleep on the couch anyway.”

    “Andy?” I asked.

    “The chopper pilot, I’ve been seeing. Maybe I forgot to tell you, sorry.”      I smiled at the guilt in her sweet tone, chuckling softly.

    “Was he before or after Henry the librarian?”

    Claire’s laughter was full and caused me to chuckle.

     “After, but in all honesty the librarian was far more exciting. Anyway, I’m keeping you, I’ll see you when you get here.”

     “I’m pulling up in front of your brownstone, now. I guess I’m a little eager to see you.”

    “Then get your butt up here, I’m calling for the pizza now.”

    I laughed, hanging up the phone and grabbing my bag from the seat next to me. The front door was already unlocked, so I entered and set my bag by the door. I heard her footsteps before I saw her, wincing at the slight limp she still carried after the S-island incident. Before I could react, she threw her arms around my neck, holding me tightly before pulling back and kissing me lightly on the lips, but this time I didn’t let her pull away. I pressed my left hand against the back of her head and my right hand against her back keeping her pressed against me. Claire’s hands settled on my shoulders as she finally responded to my kiss, slowly opening her mouth allowing me to slip my tongue inside, teasing her. I felt her moan against the kiss, her hands grabbing the lapels of my jacket tightly. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of me and the truth is, I would never get enough of her.

    I pulled back, wrapping both my arms around her back, rubbing my nose lightly against hers, our eyes locked and searching.

   “Hi,” I spoke, surprised by the huskiness in my tone.

   “Hey…Did I miss something?”

   “I missed you.”

   Claire’s expression softened, her hands cupping my face as she searched my eyes.

   “Rookie,” Claire’s voice dropped so low I felt like I was on a 900 call.

   “Will Andy be here anytime soon?”

   “A couple hours, why?”

   I released her, suddenly getting nervous under the hot gaze of those azure eyes I love so much. Running a hand through my hair, I avoided her gaze before gathering my courage up.

   “I need to talk to you about a few things.”

   Claire’s expression lightened up as quickly as I got serious. Taking my hand, she nearly dragged me to the living room where two beers were already sitting open waiting for us.

   “Of course, I can’t wait to hear about your mission in Aruba, I mean there can’t seriously be zombies or monsters there.”

    She dropped down on the couch, sitting so she’d be facing me when I sat. Sighing, I had to make my approach straight forward.

    “I want to talk about us, our situation,” I finally forced it out of my mouth.

    “Ooo, so serious, Mr. Kennedy, sit, please, let us speak,” Claire teased me, attempting to alleviate my tension, succeeding with her wicked smile. In secret, it was my favorite smile, allowing me to imagine the darker side of Claire.

   I grabbed the beer as I sat down facing her, taking a deep drink before I spoke up.

  “I’m working a desk for the next three months and I want you to move in with me.”

   I surprised myself the way the words tumbled out of my mouth faster than my thoughts could collect themselves. Claire’s expression was neutral, making it impossible for me to read her thoughts. As the panic began to set in, Claire set down her beer and began pacing the living room, her back to me.

   “Why?” Claire asked, her back still facing me.

   “Why what?” I asked unsure what she was actually asking.

   “Why are you taking a desk job?”

   Of course, Claire would think she was the cause of it, her biggest fear has always been standing in the way of her loved ones. It was why she never got mad at Chris for being on a mission instead of seeing her in the hospital or rehab. It was why she came out of surgery smiling, even though I could only talk to her over Face Time. She never even asked why I wasn’t there or if I would be at any point. I stood up, knowing if I got close, she’d punch me.

    “Look at me, Red, please.”     Claire sighed, almost seeming to deflate as she turned to face me. There were tears in her eyes, but none fell.

    “Why?”

    “You know when Chris found me in that bar drinking myself to death? I realized I needed time to heal. Chris and I never take any breaks from this constant war. If we’re going to keep fighting there has to be down time to recover, to heal from the most recent losses.”

    “Rookie…”

   Claire wrapped her arms around me, hugging me gently comforting me.

    “Red, will you move in with me? I want to…I need to know what a home, feels like…With you.”

     I struggled with the last few words, but when I heard them it lifted a world of tension from my shoulders. Claire squeezed me tighter and it took me a moment to realize she was quietly crying.

    “Leon,” she whispered.

    I pulled back tipping her chin up to look in her eyes needing to know why she was crying.

    “Why are you crying, Red?”

    “I don’t know. I’m just really mixed up right now, all these feelings…That kiss. Did you come here to mess with my head, Rookie? Just tell me, I won’t hurt you if you tell me the truth.”

     I couldn’t help but chuckle, cupping her face in my hands losing myself in those azure eyes.

    “I would never mess with your head, Claire.”

    “Then you can move in with me. My place is more lived in anyway.”

  I burst into laughter, reveling in the way Claire could easily go from one extreme to the other. It had always been a part of her personality, making sure she could put others at ease or in place as necessary. I really couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with her. Though it was going to take a helluva lot of convincing. Claire would always be worth it.