#also sorry that almost all of these have Chris or Leon

[detectivelokis]

#lmaooo the much anticipated second of three parts so people will stop mentioning mlm and wlw ships on the other one #also sorry that almost all of these have Chris or Leon #fandom bicycles I guess #chris redfield #leon kennedy #albert wesker #jack krauser #piers nivans #luis sera #william birkin #ethan winters #carlos oliveira #karl heisenberg #resident evil #polls

[roseglazedlens]

Okay let's forget about all the agents Kennedy, alcohol and trauma in RC, Ada...ect,and turn to Leon s Kennedy as Your husband's policeman 36years is receiving a promotion to Chief Police Officer cuz I can't see my bbguy suffer more :(,you can add some nsfw if you want to

thank you for requesting lovely! i'm sorry i write so much angst hahhaha, but here is a change of pace! i've never written anything purely fluff (lol) and so many characters, so this is a challenge! i hope you enjoy!

⦑ take me home ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): leon kennedy x gn! reader synopsis: you throw a surprise party for your boyfriend's last day at work after his job promotion. content: pure fluff, established relationship, flirting, alcohol, leon is tipsy, but he's cute & not depressed ab it. claire, rebecca, jill & chris works in RPD. « 1 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Today is an unusual sight for the usually hectic police department in Raccoon City. The office is adorned with balloons, garlands, and laughter, celebrating not just the promotion of a well-loved officer, Leon S. Kennedy, but also his farewell as he relocates to a new precinct.

You should be happy for your boyfriend – and you are – but part of you will miss watching over his figure from your desk, casting flirtatious grins back and forth in attempts to distract each other from the rigorous paperwork.

A banner suspends between the light fixtures, observing the lopsided words ‘CONGRATULATIONS’, strings twisted into the knot. The culprit of this handiwork, Chris, puffs out his chest proudly, while Rebecca looks at him in disbelief.

“Chris, leave the decorations to Rebecca, please.” You break apart the squabble forming between them. Rebecca smirks as Chris descends the ladder, defeated. “Don’t forget everyone, this is supposed to be a surprise.”

“Claire, where is the card?” You interrogate the next person in your line of sight, who happens to be Claire. All whilst you signal Rebecca to tilt the banner slightly upwards. “Has everyone signed?”

“Yep. It’s just you left.” She hands over the card, before resuming to the case files on her computer.

The card scrawls with heartfelt blessings from your team, a lot of ‘good lucks’, ‘we’ll miss you’, and nostalgia when he was just a rookie. He worked hard for ten years to be a sergeant, and you know he deserves this.

You pick up your pen – contemplating the words to express how amazing he is, how you will love him forever, how you will miss the sneaky make-out sessions in the work janitor’s closet.

…Marvin will be so proud of you. Yours, ....

The vibration in your pocket cuts you off mid-sentence – Jill. She is supposed to be on the case with Leon for another thirty minutes. You read the text out loud.

“I can't hold him back much longer, we're on our way. ETA in five minutes!!”

The floor scrambles in panic to finalise their positions. Rebecca quickly secures the banner with some tape. Claire is passing party poppers. Chris is putting away the ladder to the storeroom.

As Jill enters the space with Leon following behind, all the confetti releases at once.

The rainbow plastic ribbons catching in his hair like stardust in sand. You catch a glimpse of surprise in his reaction, following with a light on the corner of his lips.

“To Leon!” your team lifts their glasses high in the air, sipping beers and cocktails all night. Leon is the star tonight – you can barely talk to him without two other people buying him drinks all night along.

You catch him a whole two hours later in the circle booth, after some of the crowd has dispersed, his cheeks redden from the many drinks consumed all in a few hours. You squeeze yourself through three different people to sit yourself next to Leon.

“Having fun?” You try to get his attention by nudging at his forearm. “Don’t get too drunk though, I have to take you home.”

Leon lifts his gaze, when he sees you right by him, a grin tug at his face almost immediately. His cerulean eyes somehow more glazy than usual.

“Thank you for doing all of this. You are so good for me.” Despite the scent of beer merging with his breath, the grin on his face remains childlike. One that you only see in his drunkenness, which he lets down his guard to show more of his emotional side.

“Everyone helped. Not just me.” You are thinking how cute Leon looks when he’s drunk. “You are well-loved in here. I’m just the facilitator.”

“How about you work for me?” Leon brings the back of your palm to his lips. “I can pull some strings, now that I’m sergeant.”

“Sergeant Kennedy, using your influence for personal goals? It’s not even your first day.” You quip with a slight chuckle.

“And what if I am?” He peppers kisses from your palm to your fingers, the faint heat from his lips sizzle through your nerves. “Sure you’ll enjoy less time on the field, and more time in my office.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” You decide to let this banter go on a little further. “I expect to be well-compensated for my extra duties.”

“That will depend on your performance.” He raises a sassy eyebrow, pulling you closer until your noses touch.

“Good thing I always hit my KPI’s.”

“I do like a hardworking employee…”

Eyes fluttering shut slowly, you smile into the kiss. His lips lay gently on yours, sucking slightly at your cupid’s bow. Your bodies move closer, so close that you rests your hand on Leon’s thigh for support. The kiss deepens further, sloppier, tongues intertwined until…

“Ahem.” Chris clears his throat loudly, snapping you back to the present.

You open your eyes to find the whole table staring at the two of you. Your gaze finds its way to Jill, which she immediately, most awkwardly, rolls her eyes to the ceiling as if there is something to see there. Claire is nonchalant, sipping her beer and simply enjoying the scene.

You retract the tongue that is still shoved in Leon’s mouth. A hint of pink is running up your cheeks, you don’t need to see it to feel it. Leon, however, is unphased by the attention from his coworkers. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s knowing that he won’t be seeing these guys next Monday.

“So… next rounds on me. Who’s in?” Chris attempts to diffuse the awkwardness, which earns a few curt nods from the table.

Leon holds you by the hand, picking you up from the seat. “Sorry Chris, we’re gonna call it. It’s been a long night. Thanks for the party, everyone.”

You two shuffle past Chris and Jill out of the booth, after a round of hugs with everyone, you can practically feel Leon sprinting out the bar.

“How ‘bout we continue where we left off at my place?”

Your cheeks turn a deeper red. It seems like he will be the one to take you home tonight instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @carlosgf @sporeghost (pm me for tags) © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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[bloatedandalone04]

The Only Reason

➪the one where leon finally gives you some much needed closure after four months of feeling nothing but regret from what he did.

Warnings: angst, fluff, making out, swearing, mentions of cheating, cheating, toxic relationships, mentions of a bad past, mentions of weight loss, all the ada slander in the world because i actually cannot stand her, mentions of unwanted sexual attention (from ada to leon), unwanted intimacy (from ada to leon), eating disorders (implied)

Word Count: 5.2k | Part 1

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The loud music and thumping of the walls were the last thing on Leon’s mind as he scanned every single room of the house. Chris decided to throw a housewarming party for Claire at her new place, and of course Leon was invited. 

Leon refused the initial invitation, but quickly changed his mind when Chris told him that you would be there. It seemed as though the brunet had long since grown sick of his friend’s moping and knew he had to do something about it. 

Pretty much everyone that Leon knew was here, yet he couldn’t seem to find you. The house wasn’t big, and it didn’t have very many rooms, but it seemed like it was still impossible to locate you. Not that he even had a right to. 

If he does manage to find you, what would he even say? “I’m sorry for everything, and for letting you leave without trying to fight for you. Also, I don’t blame you for ignoring my calls and not texting me back, I deserve that.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he sounded that desperate. Back when he was a dumb twenty one year old, he supposed. 

Leon has been here for over an hour now, and he still hasn’t seen you once. He was beginning to think that Chris lied to him just to get him out of the house he used to share with you. While he wouldn’t put it past him, Leon wanted to give Chris the benefit of the doubt and believe that he had good intentions when he invited him to this thing. 

Nearly giving up on his search, Leon heads back to the kitchen, where Jill hands him a bottle of beer. She leans against the counter and he does the same, his eyes still expertly scanning the room, just in case.  “Hey, Kennedy,” she greets as she sips on her own beer. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Been busy with work?”

Leon shrugs, his face almost emotionless. “Yeah,” he lied. Of course he had been going to work and successfully completing missions, but he hadn’t left the house outside of that. Work usually took up a good portion of his time, and the rest of it was spent thinking about how badly he fucked things up with you. 

It wasn’t even worth it. Ada. 

He hadn’t seen her since he broke off their little agreement a month before he confessed to you, despite her texting him and asking to meet up so he can fuck her in exchange for information he thought was worth more than you. 

It really wasn’t. 

He’s been ignoring her texts for months now, just like how you’ve been ignoring his. 

Leon had never blocked someone’s number ever in his life, but Ada was about to be the first if she didn’t take the hint and leave him the fuck alone. 

As much as he wanted to put all the blame on her, he knew it was half his own fault, as well. He couldn’t believe he had gone back to Ada Wong when he had you, his entire world, waiting for him at home. 

He knew he would never forgive himself, even if you somehow managed to move on and forgive him for the worst mistake he had ever made in his twenty nine years of living. 

Four months. 

It’s been four months and he was still beating himself up for what he did to you. 

“Yeah, Chris and I are looking into this new virus that is spreading down in Oxford. The cases have been going up daily, might be something you can help out with,” she offered, leaning closer to him so he could hear her better over the loud music. “You’re more experienced with viruses than anyone else I know.”

Leon gave her a tight lipped smile. “Sure, Jill,” he replied. “Whatever you need.”

“Great,” she says as she finishes off her beer. “You staying long? I never took you as the party type.”

He really wasn’t. He hadn’t been to a party since he was nineteen. Even the frat parties he was invited to were boring, so he never had the urge to go to anymore after the age of twenty. Until now, because he was told that you would be here. 

And he wanted to see you so badly. 

“I’m not, really,” he agreed and brought the bottle up to his mouth. “I just thought someone I know would be here-”

He wasn’t able to take a sip of the alcohol before his eyes landed on you as soon as you entered the room. 

All words had died on his tongue and the bottle was raised half way before his hand froze. 

You looked beautiful. Your cute white dress fit you well and showed off the concerning amount of weight you had lost. He hadn’t seen you that small since the beginning of your relationship, back when you didn’t know how to take care of yourself and listen to your body’s warnings. 

Leon felt his heart constrict at the thought of you going back to your old ways of ignoring the signs your body tried giving you. You were barely getting by when he met you, and you hadn’t gone completely back to that since leaving him, if your makeup and pretty hair were anything to go by. 

You hadn’t given up on yourself entirely, and that gave him enough hope that you would be okay. Even if he was given the chance to talk to you and explain things, he knew you weren’t completely broken like you were when you first started dating, and that you would be fine if you decided to never forgive him. 

Looking as shy as ever, you inch further into the room, seeming to have not noticed Leon yet as you ventured over to the bottles of booze that had been set out on the counter. “Oh, shit, is that Y/n?” Jill asked as she squinted in your direction. “I didn’t know she was coming, but that pretty much explains why you’re here. Are you okay?” 

Leon watched as you browsed through the drink options, dropping his arm back to his side and not caring about the beer that splashed onto his hand at the quick movement. He didn’t take his eyes off you as he slowly shook his head, a quiet “No,” leaving his mouth afterwards. 

Jill looked between the two of you, unsure of what to say. “Do you want to move to another room?”

Leon shook his head again. “No. You said it yourself, Jill. This is why I’m here,” he muttered and watched as a younger guy moved to stand next to you. He helped you pour a large amount of vodka mixed with ginger ale into a cup, and he quickly recognized the guy as one of the new agents Claire had befriended named Kegan. 

Kegan stepped closer to you and Leon could instantly tell that you were uncomfortable. He knew you like the back of his hand and could tell when you got nervous or anxious, like how you are right now. 

Leon stood up straight and placed the untouched bottle of beer behind him on the counter before making his way across the kitchen. 

Within four strides he is behind you and towering over Kegan, who noticed Leon long before you did. “Kennedy? Leon Kennedy is actually at a party? Wow, never thought I’d see the day,” 

Leon glared at him and it was then when you realized who was standing behind you. “You don’t know me,” Leon stated as you turned to face him, but he just kept his eyes on Kegan. Leon had quite the reputation at work, and he was well known as the guy who is more than capable of completing any mission, no matter how tough it may be. 

That being said, his superiority often annoyed the new guys as they tried to live up to the high expectations and standards of Leon Kennedy. 

“And you don’t know her, but I do, and I know she wants you to leave her alone but is far too nice to actually say that to you, so I’ll do it for her,” Leon continued and felt his heart skip a beat at the quiet gasp that left your lips. 

Kegan looked between you and Leon, and more specifically the protective look in his eyes, before backing away with his hands up. “My bad, man,” he shrugged. “Didn’t realize she was with you.”

He disappeared in the crowd as you turned completely to face your ex. “You didn’t need to do that,” you muttered and Leon could feel his face heat up at the fact that you were actually talking to him. You wore an annoyed look, but still, you’re talking to him. “I could’ve done that myself.”

Leon forced a grin to form on his lips. “But I bet you’re glad I did it, instead,” when you just shook your head and began to leave the kitchen, Leon stepped in front of you, refraining from grabbing your hand like he so desperately wanted to. “Wait, please.”

“What, Leon?” You asked and you sounded so exhausted, it made his heart physically break a bit. “What could you possibly have to say to me right now?”

“Everything,” he answered instantly. “I want to say everything I didn’t say the day you left. Please, give me a chance.”

You narrow your eyes and cross your arms. “It’s been months, Leon,” 

“Four,” he confirmed, watching the brief shock that flashed across your face. “And I’ve thought about you everyday for every one.”  

You give him a conflicted look that is quickly followed by a sigh. “There is nothing you can say that will fix what happened, just so you know,” 

Leon nodded and held his hand out to you, surprise filling him when you actually took it. “I just need you to know that it wasn’t your fault, and that it’s all on me,” he promised as he led you towards the front door, missing Chris’ look of relief as he passed him.

While he didn’t know the full story of what his friend did to you, he knew Ada had been involved in the reason you were no longer together. Chris was never a fan of Ada and how she treated Leon whenever the two crossed paths, and he was sure the blond felt the same way after being her little pet for years. He was sure the two of you would end up getting married, so he could not fathom how the fuck Leon had let Ada get in the way of what you and he had. 

All in all, he was sick of Leon’s bad moods, and wanted his friend to go back to normal. Well, as normal as Leon Kennedy could be. 

Leon led you out onto the front porch, and with one look from him, the two guys who were standing out there quickly scampered back into the house. Once you were alone, he turned back to face you with guilty eyes, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to figure out what to say to you. 

He had wanted the chance to talk to you again for months, and now that you are actually here in front of him he was blanking. 

But he wouldn’t let his inability to form a proper sentence be what cost him his once chance at explaining to you why he did what he did.

An apology would be a good place to start, right?

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly as he finally allowed himself to look into your guarded eyes. You looked at him as if he were a stranger, and he supposed he kind of is now. The person you both thought he was would’ve never done what he did to you, no matter how important those fucking files were. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

You nod and lean back against the railing, crossing your arms as you stare at him with a soft glare. “I’m really glad we agree on that,”

He knew he deserved that. He deserved worse, actually, but you were simply too kind to completely go off on him, and he simply never deserved you in the first place. “That’s fair, you’re being hostile,” he mumbled and felt his skin begin to heat up under his dark leather jacket. “I know I have no right to even be talking to you right now, but I just need you to know that what I did with Ada was the worst thing I have ever done, and I’ve done a lot of bad shit in my life. None of them cost me you, though, so they’re not very high on that list.” 

You tense up at the name you’ve hated since the second you heard it, and the mention of her sent your insecurities right back to the front of your mind. “Yeah, well,” you trail off, kicking a stone that was on the porch away from you as you avoid his stare. “I hope she was worth it, because I haven’t been able to wrap my head around the fact that Ada fucking Wong is the reason the best relationship I had ever been in ended.”

“She wasn’t worth it,” he said instantly, taking a cautious step towards you. “She was never worth it, even back when I was a stupid twenty one year old and trying to start my career. She never cared, and I wasn’t smart enough to see that. I’m not smart at all. If I had half a brain I would’ve never gone back to her ever again.” 

You shake your head. “You can say that now, but it doesn’t change anything,” you mumbled. “You cheated on me with the one person I’ve been worried about since day one. You promised me that she was in your past, and that you were over her. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to believe that. Guess we’re both fucking dumb.”

“No,” he said sternly. “You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met. Ada hasn’t had control over my heart for a long time now, it’s always been you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day we met, and that was years ago. I know I fucked up, but I’ve never stopped believing that you’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else, and that was clear after I met you.”

Your lip was quivering just slightly and you blinked back tears, trying to stick to your promise of never crying over the man in front of you ever again. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep that promise if you were to continue to talk to him. “Then why did you do it? Why did you ruin what we had?” You regretfully ask and quickly add, “And I want the truth, not some bullshit story you always seem to come up with. Be honest with me, Leon.”

Leon really felt pathetic at this point as he felt his heart jump a bit at the fact that you said his name. He missed you so much, he missed hearing your voice, and he missed the way his name sounded when it came out of your mouth. 

He knew his answer wouldn’t satisfy you at all, but he said it anyway, “It was just about work,”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you say angrily, wiping under your eyes before he could see your tears. “Don’t waste anymore of my time, Leon. I refuse to spend another second with you if you’re just going to lie to me. You’ve done that enough.”

Leon shut up after that, shifting from one foot to the other and beginning to feel anxious. He shouldn’t feel this way around you. He had known you for four years and been with you for three, he should feel comfortable around you, but he supposed he lost that right, too. 

At his lack of words, you turn away and are about to head back inside when he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the door. “Y/n, wait,” he begs, blue eyes clouding over with desperation as he stares hopelessly down at you. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. There are no words that could ever describe it. I hate that I hurt you and I hate that I fucked up the best thing I had going for me. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You fell silent as your eyes flickered from his lips then back to his eyes. 

What if….for just one more night…what if.

“I should’ve never let you walk out that day without explaining to you that it was all my fault, just like how I should’ve never let Ada come anywhere near me. But I’m weak,” he was saying all the words he should have said to you the day he confessed that he had been seeing Ada. God, even her name made a feeling of disgust creep into his bones. “I’ve always been weak when it comes to you and my job and everything. I’m not cut out for this kind of thing, but you made me feel like I was. I can’t believe I took that for granted.” 

Your eyes burned once again and you moved to lean back against the railing when he inched closer.

“You’re everything to me, sweetheart,” he sounded so genuine, you almost thought you could believe him. He placed his hands on the railing behind you and leaned down so his face was close to yours. “You always will be. She is, by far, the biggest mistake of my life and I promise that I haven’t seen her since. I can’t stand even thinking about her-”

He wasn’t able to finish that sentence as you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his.

Just one more night. 

You just needed one more night with him, one where you could pretend you were still happy and still in love. One where you were still oblivious to the affair he was having with his ex…or whatever the fuck they were. 

Just one more night to fuck him out of your system, then you’ll never have to see him again after this. 

Leon got lost in the feeling of having your lips on his for the first time in months. His hands immediately grip your waist and his body presses right up against your own. 

He missed you more than anything else in the entire world. Every single inch of you, he craved it everyday. He was so fucking angry with himself for how he destroyed your relationship and for how he hurt you after he swore he wouldn’t. After he swore he was different. 

Really, he wasn’t far off from the assholes you had given your heart to in the past, even though he tried so hard to be. 

His fingers bunch up the fabric of your dress and he wanted to take you right there, right against the railing of his friend’s new porch, but you deserved more than that. He wanted to give you more than that. 

Your hands slide up to tangle in his hair and he never thought he’d ever get to feel your soft yet firm touch again. He couldn’t help but melt into it. 

Your lower back pressed against the cool metal and the contrast of it had you gasping against his mouth. 

Leon groaned at your quiet sound of pleasure and couldn’t deny how it went straight to his dick. Sometimes he really hated being a man who had no control over that part of his body. “Missed that sound,” he mumbled against your mouth. “Missed everything about you, pretty girl.” 

You moan into his mouth and he swallows it like the greedy man he is. “Take me home, Leon,”

It was like a switch had been flipped. He pulled away but kept his hands on your hips. Now that he had gotten a taste of you again, he never wanted to let you go. But he needed to focus on why he sought you out tonight. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he trails off, noting the brief look of embarrassment that flashed in your eyes. “I don’t want you to think that this is all I wanted out of-”

“I want it, Leon,” you cut him off, pulling him closer by his jacket. “I want you. I know you don’t want me anymore, but-”

He shook his head and pressed another kiss to your lips, against his better judgment. “I do still want you, baby,” he promised. “I want you, always.”

You bite down on your lip and don’t miss the way his eyes flicker downwards when you do so. “Then take me home,” you pressed, watching as he seems to have an inner battle with himself. 

You weren’t sure what result you wanted out of this; him agreeing and getting you off one last time, or him rejecting you of what he so gladly took from Ada. 

 Either way would provide you with some closure, you’d hope. 

A few more seconds pass before he’s moving away and taking your hand. He leads you to his car and drives the familiar road to the house you lived in with him not too long ago. 

As he guided you through the very door you walked out of the day he told you what he did, he gave you a conflicted look as he said, “Just so you know, this isn’t all I want from you. I meant everything I said before,”

You give him a blank look as you move closer to him. “I don’t care,” 

Leon looked like he was in agony as you grabbed his jacket and pulled it from his body. “Don’t say that,” he begged. “Please.”

You don’t say anything else as you pull on his hands and walk backwards until your knees hit the edge of the couch. Sitting on the armrest, you run your fingers down his toned chest and try to remember that this will be a one time thing. He wasn’t yours and this wouldn’t be like all the other times you and he had been intimate. 

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand to your chest. “So please, don’t say anything else.”

Leon could only nod, regret filling him at what he knew he made run through your head. You thought this was all he wanted, when in reality he just wanted you back. 

He leaned down and gently grabbed either side of your face as he kissed you deeply, pushing you back against the very couch you broke up with him on four fucking months ago. 

It was too much, but he couldn’t stop. He was too afraid you’d leave him forever if he did. He really was fucking weak when it came to you. He was selfish. 

He wanted you back so badly, his brain couldn’t keep up with his body. His lips were placing kisses desperately to your mouth as he felt your legs wrap around his waist. 

Leon wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to function again if you were to never talk to him after this. He didn’t even want to think about it. 

But it seemed as if you were doing the opposite. 

He kissed along your neck for a few seconds before hearing a sharp intake from you that was followed by the push of your hands against his shoulders. “Wait,” you nearly gasp, sitting up when he instantly pulls away from you, proving to you that he is at least a little better than your past boyfriends. They would have ignored you and continued touching you until they got what they wanted. 

Leon stood back and put a bit of distance between the two of you, his eyes guilty and his heart on his sleeve. “I’m sorry,” he says and you just shake your head, straightening your dress back out. 

“No, I initiated this. I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me,” you apologize and stand up. “I should go. This was a mistake.” 

Leon felt his heart break as you quickly stood up and made your way to the door. He got flashbacks to the day you left him, and he knew he wasn’t prepared to see you walk out that door for the second time. 

Maybe he didn’t have to.  

You passed by the counter and abruptly stopped, your eyes fixated on something on the granite. Leon held his breath as he watched you move towards the island, your hand reaching out to grab his keys. “Leon,” you gasped quietly, your fingers gently moving something on the chain. He knew what was on it. The ring haunted him every time he used his keys, and that was the exact reason why he attached it to the chain in the first place. 

He stayed still when you turned to look back at him, his keys held tightly in your hand.

“You kept it?” You asked in a hoarse voice. You would recognize that ring anywhere, even after only seeing it one time. You couldn’t believe he kept it instead of selling it, and you were heartbroken to discover that he saw it every day whenever he entered or left his house. 

Your question offended him, but he’d never show it. “Of course I kept it,” and yet another flashback flickered in his head. 

You weren’t sure you wanted the answer, but you asked, anyway, “Why?”

Leon hardly moved as he answered, “As a reminder,” 

And it was the truth. 

And then you broke your promise as the first of many tears began to fall. 

You wished you never met him. Never said yes when he asked you out on a date, said no when he asked you to move in. You wished you didn’t agree to come to that stupid housewarming party, because now you felt lost all over again. 

Setting the keys loudly on the counter, you turn to face him fully. “Why?” You asked, your voice angry and shaky as you tried to keep your cool. “Why did you do it? I loved you more than anything else. You saved my life, Leon. Why didn’t that mean anything to you?”

Leon felt his own eyes burn as he stepped away from the couch but made no move to walk over to you. “It means the world to me, Y/n,” he promised, his heart begging his body to take you into his arms, but he held back. “So do you.”

Your lower lip trembled as you moved to stand in front of him. “Why?” You ask again, much quieter this time around. You reach up and push on his chest just slightly, knowing damn well it wouldn’t faze him one bit. And it didn’t. “Why did you go to her?”

Leon refrained from taking your hands that were still on his chest in his. “Because she had something I needed,” he regretfully answered. 

Your brows furrow and he knew he accidentally offended you with his poor choice of words. “What, I wasn’t good enough? Didn’t put out enough for you?”

“No,” he said immediately, going against his better judgment again and wrapping his fingers around your wrists. “You’re more than enough for me. You always have been and you will be forever. The thought of doing that with her made me sick and I hate myself for it, but it was the only way she would give me the information I needed for my job.”

Your eyes softened a bit but your whole body was still guarded. “Your job you can’t tell me anything about?” 

“Yes,” he whispered, his face twisting up in agony when more tears fell from your eyes. “That’s the only reason I went to her. She had something I needed, but if I ever had to do it all over again, I’d tell her to fuck off and I’d get it some other way. I can’t stand the fact that I hurt you like that.”

You tried to process his words, but you didn’t know what to think anymore. 

You believed him, and it was clear he felt awful about all that came out of his encounters with Ada. But you also weren’t sure what he wanted out of this encounter with you. Yeah, it appeared he wanted to fix things, but who’s to say he won’t shatter your heart again? 

You couldn’t take much more. You knew that. 

“It was just for work?” You asked quietly, avoiding his eyes as he pressed your hand flat against his chest. “You’re not in love with her?”

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head to further get the point across. “No. I don’t love her, not anymore. Maybe I never did. She never made me feel the things you did and still do. My heart was never hers. It’s yours. Even after tonight, I’ll still be yours, even if you aren’t mine.”

Your eyes were begging for a break, but the tears kept coming. “My heart is yours, Leon. It’s yours to break,” you whisper. “And you did.”

He couldn’t stop himself from taking you into his arms. He wrapped you up and let out a sigh of relief when you let him, and even held onto his waist. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he says, kissing the side of your head. “So fucking sorry. I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I’d use my last breath for you, baby. You’re my entire world. You’re everything.”

“Leon,” you beg, bunching his shirt up in your fists. “Don’t do this to me again. Don’t hurt me again, I-....I can’t take it.”

“I won’t,” he promised, cradling the back of your head in his hand as if you were the most frail and fragile thing in the world. “I love you so much. It’s you who I want for the rest of my life. I never doubted that. I never want you to doubt that.”

You nod and press your head to his chest. “It’s going to take some time,” you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe a lot of time-”

“I’ll wait forever for you,” he swore, leaning back and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was shaking now, disbelief filling his entire being at the fact that you were letting him hold you like this again. 

You look over at his keys before meeting his eyes again. “I won’t forget about what you did, Leon,” you murmur, watching the guilt seep back into his blue orbs. “But I’m willing to forgive….I just need time.”

Leon nodded, wrapping you back up in his arms. “I’ll give you all the time you need, I promise,” he rasps. “Just don’t leave me again.”

He had no right asking you that, but he also had no control over his words at this point. 

But you just pressed your lips to the side of his neck. “Don’t give me another reason to,”

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[aris-lil-library]

VARIOUS RE CHARACTERS REACTING TO FRIENDLY ZOMBIE READER (G/N)

Brought to you by your local zombiekin <3 (Fun fact, was originally planning on adding Wesker- but I wanted to get this out sometime within the month lolol)

Also please note, I have not seen a full playthrough of Re1R or Re1- Chris might be OOC.

Characters Included:

Leon Kennedy (Re2R)

Claire Redfield (Re2R)

Jill Valentine (Re3R)

Carlos Oliveira (Re3R)

Chris Redfield (Re1R)

Content Warnings Included:

Mentions of body horror (brief, but still applies to reader themselves.)

Mentions of gore/death (nothing explicit.)

The Sewers. (They deserve their own trigger warning /hj)

Mention of eye touching/prodding

Leon Kennedy:

After having cleared the hallways of the Racoon City Police Department and coming face to face with some disgusting freaks of nature named Lickers, Leon thought he had seen it all. Honestly, he didn’t imagine there was anything new that could surprise him in this goddamn place until he made eye contact with you.

Well.. if you can call staring at the dangling eye hanging out of your socket “eye contact”.

He instinctively raised his gun, expecting to see you rise to your feet, stumble over to him and try to nom his neck like all the other undead he’d seen so far- but to his (pleasant) surprise, that didn’t happen. In some odd groan you spit out, which he assumed was your attempt at speech, you backed away from him. Arms raised as if to show you didn’t mean to cause him harm.

It was odd to say at the very least. He kept his aim marked at the dead center of your head, though he hesitated pulling the trigger now. Your right hand (which Leon noted had a nasty looking chunk taken out of it) drifted down to a bloodied ID badge hanging from your breast pocket.

Though it was hard to read, Leon squinted out the words “Assistant Secretary” in bolded letters at the top of your ID.

He looked back up at you, slowly lowering his gun as he noticed the almost.. human-like quality of fear in your eyes. He could’ve sworn he even saw your shoulders sag slightly with relief as he tucked his gun into his holster.

“Hey.. can you.. understand me?” Leon’s words paused at times as he debated internally if he was really trying to communicate with a dead person. He could feel his stomach sink slightly as you slowly nodded back, cautious that he’d still shoot.

“What the hell.. How are you even- no wait- you’re infected and you can still?- What??”

You watched as Leon’s brows furrowed and his expressions cycled through confusion, disbelief, intrigue and right back to absolute bewilderment. It was almost funny and you almost tried to smile at him- before remembering the fact that your jaw had gotten unhinged a while ago and it’d likely confuse the poor guy more.

After a very long and arduous time of trying to explain to the baby-faced police officer how exactly you got bit and how you locked yourself in this room and how even you didn’t know how you kept your humanity- it just ended up in Leon sitting on the floor, scratching his head.

“I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me. I’m sorry.” You grumbled out a brief noise of annoyance before just accepting it and sitting on the ground across from him.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a while before Leon spoke up.

“Hey look. I know you’re already bit and all but maybe we can find you some help? There’s a hospital in the city- there has to be someone who can fix.. uh.. whatever you’ve got going on here, right?” He even sounded unsure of the words he was saying, yet the caring smile etched onto his nervous features was enough to convince you that you should come with him.

Not particularly like you believed you could be cured, but more as in “This poor kind boy will get killed if someone’s not looking out for him.”

So you gave a polite nod, rummaging through what little supplies you saved in here before heading out of your sanctuary with Leon- glad you’d met someone so nice in this mess.

Claire Redfield:

Despite having been caught in the middle of a zombie outbreak and getting turned yourself, undead life was surprisingly calm. You had shuffled your way down into the sewers after getting bit, accepting your fate as you felt your consciousness slowly slip away as blood drained out of the bite on your leg- only to wake up a few hours later a lot paler and surprisingly awake.

Part of you was frustrated you had somehow miraculously lived through transforming into a zombie because of course you would be the unlucky schmuck who would stay sentient throughout something like that. Only your level of sheer bad luck would allow that.

It turned out being down here wasn’t too bad if you ignored the weird mutated masses of flesh in the water, the massive hulking figure of a presumably mutated man that would scream in agony every hour or so and the other rotting corpses surrounding you. Otherwise, it was nice.

You had honestly thought that you were going to live the rest of your undead life here. It’s not like being on the surface is any better at the moment- though you had to admit, it got boring really quickly.

That’s why when you heard a small repetitive bang of a pistol fire off- you couldn’t help but let your curiosity win. You peaked around a corner, just dark enough so whoever was firing couldn’t see you, to take a glance at whatever unlucky person slipped down here.

She couldn’t have been past her early twenties, you thought, her younger features and nervous look spoke volumes. Her eyes had a certain steely resolve to them though, which would’ve impressed you if she didn’t stare directly at you. Previously fascinating eyes now had your stomach drop as she raised her gun at you preparing to fire.

You scrambled away down the hall you came from, legs slightly slipping from the slimy layer on the floor that you really didn’t want to think about at the moment.

Claire had started giving chase after you, worried you were possibly another survivor that she had scared off with her reckless gun waving.

“H-Hey! Wait up!” She yelled out, following your shadow throughout the gross sewers.

You had run yourself into a dead end- panicking and turning around to see her approaching rapidly. Without a way to defend yourself, you simply put your arms in front of your face to shield it as you shut your eyes tightly- preparing to get shot.

Clacking sounds of boots hitting the wet floor filled your ears as Claire stopped just a few feet away from you. She huffed out in exhaustion, leaned over to catch her breath.

“I’m.. I’m sorry- jeez hold on. About.. About scaring you. I didn’t know there were other survivors down here. You alright?” She looked up at you, briefly scanning over your body.

She noted how you looked worse for wear (but then again, so did she) and the large, infected looking wound on your leg. Her face shifted into one of pity as she looked back up at your face.

“Oh.. Is.. Is that why you ran from me?” You nodded, slowly lowering your arms to gauge her expression. It’s funny, she looked a lot more sweet up close. Your eyes met hers and you almost felt better. She looked at you with such.. compassion, even though you were infected.

Claire felt an immense sense of pity overwhelm her. She must’ve scared the living daylights out of you upon chasing you down like a rabid animal. As her gaze met yours though, she realized how glossy your eyes looked- how pale your skin was. You were probably already dead considering how familiar you looked compared to other zombies she had seen.

“I don’t want to hurt you, okay? You seem like a nice.. person? Zombie? I’m not fully sure what to call you.” Her tone was very soft, almost like a gentle elder sister, it was soothing to hear after all the harsh groans and grumbles you’d been hearing from the other undead around you.

“I think that it’ll be beneficial for us to work together. I have a friend who’s a police officer who I’m trying to meet up with. Maybe we can all find a way to escape together and you could get some help at a hospital out of this town. Is that okay?”

It wasn’t like you really had a reason to say no and the way she kept her voice so polite and calm definitely swayed your choice. With a nervous step forward, you precariously nodded.

“Perfect. My name’s Claire. Claire Redfield. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jill Valentine:

Jill was getting pretty damned tired of this zombie shit. First at Arklay, now in Racoon City the day before she was supposed to move out of this hellhole. It was just starting to get ridiculous and if she still believed in a God, she would’ve thought they had it out for her.

As she turned a hard left, narrowly avoiding a zombie grasping and hobbling towards her- Jill entered the subway company’s office. Thankfully it was empty, Jill thought to herself as she pushed the door leading into the traffic control system’s room only to have the door get pushed right back into her face.

…

What the fuck??

Jill grabbed her knife from the sheath on her side and rammed the door open- fully expecting to have to fight hand to hand, only to meet your terrified gaze as you fell onto the floor.

She honestly couldn’t tell if you were infected or not- you looked like you’d been drained dry of all your blood, yet your expressions were so human. Hands raised, slightly shaking (Jill wasn’t sure if that was due to fear or the fact your right hand was hanging on by a few tendons of muscle.)

You mumbled out a shrill and raspy yelp, trying to communicate as best you could that somehow you were still conscious, even in this form.

Jill wasn’t exactly sure what to do with you, knuckles tensing and untensing around the handle of her knife. She almost felt guilt thinking about stabbing you now. Her body went taut as she saw you stumble up and head to the subway panel. You waved your hands, pointing back and forth at the subway map and its controls.

“You.. know how to work that?” Jill hesitated with her words, almost embarrassed that she was trying to communicate with.. a zombie as far as she could tell.

Well that was until you nodded very rapidly, as if trying to prove you had some worth.

So with a frustrated sigh, Jill said “Okay, I need to go to Fox Park. Figure it out.”

Jill watched you with interest as you flipped through the switches expertly, going through the path so quickly she had to assume you worked here before.. whatever happened to you. You figured it out so quickly and turned back to her, as if expecting her to allow you to follow her to wherever she was headed.

Part of her really didn’t want to bring back an infected to the subway but you had the biggest eyes and were practically pleading.

“No- you can’t. God just..” Bigger puppy dog eyes.

“NO. You’ll cause too much commotion! I can’t-”

“Hey Jill- you got that subway route finished?”

Your eyes instantly went to the radio buzzing from her shoulder and she made a mental note to punch Carlos when she got back.

“Yes.. Thanks to the help of a.. oddly friendly zombie.”

You could hear him cackle over the other side of the radio. “You’re joking- right?”

“I wish I was.” Jill sighed out and explained to Carlos that she actually met a nice zombie and spent about 10 minutes convincing him and the other U.B.C.S members to let you follow and that she swears she’ll keep an eye on you and please please please please let her keep you-

Mikhail begrudgingly agrees after her arguing that she should be able to keep you around and that you’ve proven yourself to be helpful- but is told that you’ll be staying with Carlos when you both return to not endanger the civilians and to truly prove yourself.

Jill didn’t know why, but she felt the need to protect you. Maybe it was some lingering savior complex or survivor's guilt but she ignored that for now and walked alongside you back to the subway station.

Carlos Oliveira

As Jill arrived with you in tow, Carlos did notice how surprisingly calm and patient you were with everyone. You clung onto Jill for a little while- being careful to not go too far into the train- in the off chance someone would see you and freak out.

While Carlos trusted Jill’s choice in trusting you, most of the other U.B.C.S members were.. not as happy with the platoon leader’s choice in allowing you to stay. Tyrell was very obvious about his lack of faith in your unwillingness to cannibalize them and informally ordered you to stick near Carlos.

Carlos didn’t mind to be honest. Though, it was a little perturbing to see the way your flesh loosely hung on in some places. He tried his best to be polite and not stare as it’d be “ungentlemanly” of him.

You served to be pretty helpful in the RPD, keeping an eye out for anything he might’ve missed (zombies or items.) You even took a few solid hits for him which may have left you a little more gory in some places over before- but Carlos just appreciated the gesture.

“So, tell me, how’d you end up like that?”

“…”

“Oh right. Can’t talk. Sorry.”

A simple nod or shake of your head was enough to satisfy any base questions he had for you– plus his quips about certain events like the locked doors kept the mood light and cheery.

It was honestly a lot of easy communication between you two- Carlos read you very well and normally a simple tug on his arm or small grunt would do the trick if he truly missed something.

Carlos did ask some weird things though-

“Can you like.. see outta the hanging eyeball?”

You didn’t really think about it before but now that you focused on it- you really couldn’t. With an experimental prod, Carlos watched in horror as you pushed it back into its socket to see that’d change anything. It didn’t but it was worth a shot.

He (somewhat disturbed, somewhat politely) asked you never do anything like that in front of him again.

Fair enough.

Chris Redfield

This entire mansion situation was completely overwhelming for Chris- everything was so out of place and nothing made sense. Grappling with the concept of zombies being a real thing, Umbrella Corp actually being tied to this goddamn place somehow and the Bravo Team being completely wiped out along with his other colleagues being God knows where was just getting too much to handle.

Maybe that's why he didn't even take a second glance at you when you rolled a flashlight next to him as he sat on the ground of the grimy hallway.

It took him a second to fully process what just happened- his eyes running over the slimy flesh of your body that looked rotten and gross. You just simply stared back at him, hollow eyes in hollow sockets waiting for a response.

“.. Hello?”

You waved back in response, watching as Chris’ face cringed as your bones cracked and popped from the movement.

“That's new. Most of your friends seem to not be interested in conversation, eh?”

Chris was pretty sure he was losing it- he knew he should be grabbing his gun and getting rid of this thing in front of him before it attacked instead of making conversation. Yet something felt different about this one.

You nodded your head slowly and made trepidatious steps towards Chris. Testing his willingness to let you near- he did move his hand near his knife, which you took as a warning and stepped back.

He looked down at the flashlight you rolled towards his side and palmed it. It was essentially a gift- and you didn't seem to want to harm him.

“Listen. I need help finding my friends. They're somewhere in this mansion. This place is just so confusing to get through- will you help me out?”

You seemed to hesitate for a second, feet lingering in place as if trying to see if it was a trap. Chris almost found it funny, the both of you unsure of the other and still needing help to get out of here in one piece.

You gave a weary nod to him before stepping closer and offering your hand to help him up.

Chris shuddered a little as he felt the bone through your frail, decaying flesh and pulled himself up with your help.

An odd duo you two made, but certainly two is better than one in this situation.

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[leonsbbg]

leon kennedy x reader

you're left abandoned by your "friends" at a bar when you also notice a strange man has been following you. luckily, you find solace in a group of men willing to help you. a certain blonde boy catches your eye

notes and warnings: use of yn, cw for "slut" being used in a degrading way, luis and chris' characters are no where near accurate they're more of filler characters. (this is my first time writing with leon so even if it's not too accurate i hope it's okay🙏🏼) (also i barely proofread this)

you were thoroughly panicking.

you just left a bar where your friends were supposed to meet you, but they never showed. it honestly wouldn't surprise you if they did it on purpose, considering your history with them.

you really needed better friends.

which brings you back to right now, where friends would be really amazing. or maybe a phone that wasn't dead.

'damn i need to get my shit together.'

you had seen the same guy for three blocks now. every time you would nonchalantly glance behind you, that same man in a red hoodie would be a behind you. he was pretty far away, but he was always there. you didn't want to assume he wanted to kidnap and assault you, but in today's world no one would blame you for being a little paranoid. you had no idea what to do until you saw a group of guys hanging around a street lamp in front of a shop. it was late so the shop wasn't open, but they didn't seem to care. they looked to be taking pictures and laughing.

'they seem nice enough.'

you immediately increase your pace until you're right beside one of them; a tall, black-haired man, sporting an earring and a very fashionable outfit. there were three guys in total and they all seemed to be around your age, (and very attractive.)

they immediately looked at you in confusion.

they didn't seem too weirded out though, so you took that as your chance.

"i'm so so sorry to interrupt, but i think there's a guy following me and i've been walking for a little bit because my friends were supposed to meet me but they stood me up and my phone died and i was wondering if i could stand with you because i don't know what-"

"woah woah, slow down," one of the other guys, who had (beautiful) long blonde hair and baby blue eyes, put his hands up, "you think someone's following you?" his eyebrows knit in concern and you feel your heart flutter.

"yeah, i think. he's wearing a red hoodie and black pants. i don't really know that he's following me per say, but he's been walking behind me for a while and i get kind of paranoid about this stuff." you frown because you suddenly realize you might be blowing this out of proportion.

"no, i understand. it's better to be cautious." the same boy replies with a smile that almost knocks you off your feet. you give him a shy smile in return.

"you can stay with us for a little bit if you want. at least until you feel safe enough to leave." the third boy tells you and you could've kissed him with how grateful you felt.

"thank you so much, i know this is weird, but i really appreciate it." you say honestly.

"don't thank us, you're just scared for your safety so we'd be happy to help you." the blonde boy that caught your eye says this and your heart melts.

what do they say about love at first sight?

"so i guess we should introduce ourselves," the black haired boy next to you speaks up, "my name is chris, and this is luis," he gestures to the brown haired boy in front of you who gives you a smile and wave, "and this is leon." the very nice-looking blonde boy gives a smile.

"i'm yn, it's really nice to meet you guys." you give your own smile and hope it conveys how grateful you are.

"yn," leon says almost absent-mindedly, "that's a nice name, i like it." he meets your eyes and you have to look away to try (fail) to hide your blush at the unexpected compliment.

"wait-" luis starts, "didn't you say the guy had a red hoodie and black pants?" he asks you.

"yeah, do you see him?" you don't look back, partly because you're a little scared.

"yeah, he's just standing against that wall. he’s not moving, but he keeps looking over here." luis frowns.

"oh my god-" you start to tear up. you don't mean to seem like a cry baby, but you've never been in a situation like this before and you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking about all of the news stories you’d heard about women getting kidnapped and found dead, or worse.

you almost feel yourself spiral into a panic attack until you feel a pair of hands grab your arms.

"yn? hey, it's alright. we won't let anything happen to you, okay?" leon trains his ocean eyes on you and you can tell in that moment you couldn't be safer.

leon lets go of you and you take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"okay, yeah— yeah, i'm sorry, it's just been a long night." you rub a hand over your forehead.

you all stand and talk for a little bit before chris notices and points out that the unknown man is starting to move towards the four of you.

"he's what? oh shit shit shit—" before you can completely go crazy, leon comes to the rescue, again.

"hey, remember what i said? we won't let anything happen to you, and i mean that. just stay back okay? let us handle him." leon moves you behind him to use his body as a shield.

you see the man stop in front of the three guys and you can tell they're all sizing him up.

"is there a problem?" leon is the one who speaks up first, his arms crossed and by his posture you can tell he's tense.

you try not to pay attention to the way his shoulder muscles strain against his jacket.

"no problem. just trying to get to that little lady right there." his words slur and he makes eye contact with you to give you a crooked smile that makes your stomach twist.

"that's too bad actually, because she doesn't want anything to do with you. so i think it's time you left and stopped bothering her." chris speaks this time, a warning in his tone.

"come on man, i just want to have some fun. she obviously wants it, look at what she's wearing. slut." you flinch at the harsh word and cave in on yourself.

leon is seething and steps towards the man aggressively, but is held back by luis.

"just get the fuck away dude, she doesn't know you and you're being a creep. leave before we call the cops." luis says in a calm, but serious tone.

the man stays silent for a second as if asking himself if it's worth the trouble. evidently it's not, because he starts to walk away.

"whatever. she's ugly anyways." he flips his middle finger up as he walks down a nearby alley way, out of sight.

"what a fucking asshole." leon says angrily, arms still crossed and posture tense.

"yeah he was a jerk, but at least he left." chris says in relief.

you don't say anything as you process what happened.

he called you a slut and then proceeded to call you ugly in the very next sentence. what was wrong with people?

you start to feel self-conscious, so you put your arms around your middle and back away from the guys a little, wanting to hide and cry forever.

leon turns around and his anger seems to melt away and is instead replaced with a look of concern.

"yn, are you okay? don't listen to anything that dick said, he was stupid." he looks you in the eyes and you can feel gentleness and care radiating off of him.

you don't say anything, opting to look sideways at the ground.

"are you cold? do you want my jacket?" leon starts to shrug off his jacket and before you can even protest, he places it around your shoulders. it dwarfs you, but you’re grateful for his kind gesture.

"thank you. i'm sorry i got you guys into that, but i'm really glad you helped me, im really lucky." you say sincerely, hoping they can hear it in your voice.

they all smile at you and you realize it's probably time for you to go home. for some reason this thought makes you sad.

"um—" you start quietly, "could someone call me an uber? my phone's dead and i don't really feel up for walking." 

"actually, is it okay if i give you a ride instead? after what happened, i'd feel better if i drove you myself." leon says while scratching his head, not making eye contact. 

he looks, nervous?

"oh, yeah, i'd appreciate that, thank you." you give him a smile and he gives you one back.

after parting with the other two guys and giving them plenty thanks for helping you, you follow leon to his car which happened to be parked right across the street.

"wow, this is your car?" you ask in disbelief. “it's so—"

"awesome?" leon interjects playfully.

"expensive." you finish.

leon lets out an airy laugh and you swear you've never heard a sweeter sound.

he opens the passenger side for you, before getting into the driver's seat.

the ride to your apartment is silent except for the radio playing softly throughout the car.

"here we are." leon puts the car in park but neither of you move.

"thank you again for tonight. i don't know what would've happened if you and your friends weren't there." you say playing with your hands, a nervous tic.

"again, don't thank me. i'm just glad we were able to help you." you look at him and see him already staring at you with a smile on his face.

you can't help but notice how beautiful he is. the way his hair is almost falling in his eyes makes you want to brush it away.

you blush and look away.

"well i guess i should leave now." you sit still.

"yeah i guess you should." he sits still.

it takes you all of 30 seconds to finally get out of the car, giving leon a goodbye and another ‘thank you’, receiving another ‘don't thank me’ in return.

you're walking away from his car to your apartment complex when you hear leon shout your name.

you turn around to see leon getting out of his car and jogging towards you.

oh shit, his jacket.

you start to take it off and utter apologizes before he stops you.

"no no, that's not what i came for." he holds out a piece of paper with what you're assuming is his phone number.

you take it in shock and look up to see him smiling down at you.

"have a good night yn." leon turns around and walks back to his car. 

just before he gets in, he turns back to you.

"and keep the jacket, it looks cuter on you anyway." he leaves.

and you're stuck to the sidewalk wondering what the hell just happened.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 #resident evil

[labrxnth]

Prison Break- Part 7 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

CW: Slight Body Horror, Death, Suicide, Death Island Spoilers (obv)

WC: 5718 (oooo baby)

Summary: You and Rebecca Chambers reunite with the rest of the group to end this thing once and for all.

A/N: This is the end of the Death Island content. I have a few more chapters in mind to end this fic so buckle up :^). also the final battle might be a shit show and chaotic to read, but I literally sat down and wrote it as I rewatched it, so it's pretty much 1:1. Sorry if its a jumbled mess I tried my best.

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The hallways were cold and isolating, a memory of the past creeping up to you as you and Rebecca ran down the hallway. Blue fluorescent lights blinked above the two of you and the concrete flooring did nothing but echo footsteps as the two of you proceeded deeper into the jail. 

According to Rebecca, you and her were going to meet up with Chris, Claire, and hopefully Jill. Leon was off on his own, doing God knows what. You had an inkling that he went after Maria, and you were wise enough to stay out of that fight. 

When Leon went off on his own for a fight, he meant business; punches weren’t held when it was a one-on-one fight. Maria signed a death waiver the second she ran off and had Leon trailing her. 

Seeing as though Dr. Antonio Taylor was dead, the two of you needed a win on this mission. You were filled in on everything that happened while you were out of it, Taylor died while Claire tried to keep him from bleeding out. He was helpful enough to give her a thumb stick with something on it. 

You hoped that the six of you would be lucky and it was a vaccine or something along those lines. But you were seldom lucky in this job. 

“So, you and Leon,” Rebecca trailed off. 

“Is running with me through an abandoned prison that boring?” You asked and chuckled. 

“Kinda,” Rebecca replied with a giggle. 

“Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything. It’s new. As in, tonight new I guess,” You replied as the two of you made your way through another hallway. “For a prison, this place is a fucking workout to get through, Jesus Christ.” 

“We should be almost there. We’re headed to the shipment dock,” Rebecca said, sending you a soft smile and a thumbs up. 

The woman always knew how to make a room lighter with her smile and you missed that about her. Over the past year, the two of you had connected a bit, but not as much as her, Chris, and Leon. You didn’t want to intrude on their time together as friends, so you always made up an excuse to not go when you were invited. 

It wasn’t that you never wanted to go, it was genuinely because you thought you would be an intrusion on a private party. 

Their whole friend group intrigued you. Chris always seemed like a meat head to you, a meat head that knew his shit. He was always on and after being around Leon and going through a few missions, you knew why. It was hard to feel like you could relax in this job field. 

Claire seemed like someone that you would be friends with in elementary school, then stick together forever. She always amazed you with how she wasn’t afraid to get straight to the point no matter what or who was in her way. Leon had told you that she was 19 during Raccoon City and your jaw was on the floor. You had a lot of respect for Claire Redfield and she wanted you to feel included in everything the friend group did. 

Rebecca deserved so much more than she was recognized for. She’s done almost everything under the sun at the age she is. It honestly boggled your mind how her’s worked. On top of everything, she was just a sweetheart, humble and friendly.

Jill Valentine was still an enigma to you. Granted, Leon also just met her tonight so you had assumed that she wasn’t a party person. Given everything she’s gone through, you don’t blame her. You still technically hadn’t met her, being almost unconscious while she was in the same room as you. But maybe you would get to meet the enigma tonight. 

All in all, their friend group was impressive and heavily relied on each other to shoulder the experiences that they had gone through. The few times you had gone to their get togethers, you appreciated how present everyone was and how warm and welcoming they were. It felt like a family. 

Maybe after this mission, you would make it a point to go to more get togethers. 

“So, catch me up on what’s going on. I still have no fucking clue,” You said. It feels like everything happened while you were out. If you were feeling like this, you bet the Redfields were just as lost, being infected longer than you were. 

“We’re after Dylan Blake. He used Dr. Taylor’s findings to make a nanobot version of the 

T-virus,” Rebecca explained. 

“World ending again? Sounds like our kind of mission,” You grumbled. “We have to stop meeting like this, Rebecca,” You added, chuckling. 

The soles of your boots hit the floor over and over again, echoing through the cold hallways.

“Agreed,” She replied. The two of you got to the end of the hallway and found a bolt head door. You put your muscle to use and got it open, holding it open for Rebecca as she ran through and closing it behind you. 

Looking around, it seemed like a warehouse, almost like it didn’t belong in the prison. There were shipment boxes strewn around, forklifts, and other construction equipment. Your eyes darted to a catwalk where Jill and a man you hadn’t seen before, but could guess was Dylan Blake, were standing. 

Jill’s gun pointed at Dylan and they were talking, their conversation inaudible from your distance. Closer to you were the Redfields trying to get up to Jill. As you and Rebecca ran to catch up, you heard a vent get kicked out and looked up to see Leon running on the catwalks. 

He was running with the determination and confidence of someone that just won a battle; which you could assume he did considering Maria was nowhere to be found. His eyes locked with yours and he jumped down, scaling shipment boxes and he ran over to you. 

As he got closer, you could see a black eye and a bruise forming on a very broken nose. Red tainted his lips, blood pouring from said broken nose. His hands found your forearms as his eyes locked with yours. 

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?” He asked. 

You scoffed a bit. “How am I feeling? You look like someone took a bat to your face. What happened?” You asked, your hands meeting his face. 

As the two of you talked, you missed Dylan bringing his revolver up to his temple and pulling the trigger. His body staggered back, tripping and falling over the railing behind him and plummeting about 30 feet into the water below. 

All you two heard was the splash of his body hitting the water and your head whipped to where the sound came from. 

“We should…” Leon trailed off. 

“Talk later,” You finished for him. He nodded and ran with you towards the rest of the group. 

Jill was looking over the railing, searching for his body in case it popped back up. When she turned to talk to the group, your heart dropped. Looking between Leon and her, your brain was confused. Jill looked like her and Leon could be related, which did not help your eager heart. 

You didn’t know what you were expecting from hearing the stories of Jill Valentine, but it was not the woman who was in front of you. She had a bobbed side part, brown and a little darker than Leon’s. It was easy to tell that Leon’s hair was just a matured blonde that had faded to brown, but Jill’s was more a darker ashy brown. Her eyes were blue, a softer, yet piercing blue, like Leon’s. 

You would swear up and down that you didn’t have a type, but looking at Leon and Jill, you definitely did. Her whole demeanor read of a person much older than she looked; you made a mental note to ask her about her skin care regime later. She looked like she meant business and you had to remember that you were on a mission, not a meetup.

You could talk later, hopefully.

Jill’s mouth opened to say something, but the whole platform the six of you were on shook. A giant hand grabbed the railing and a monster rose from the water, giving all of you a good look at it. 

It would be hard to try and describe what it was, other than a man and nature made horror beyond all belief. Leon had shared stories with you about some of the things he fought before and he had a hard time explaining some things. His stories usually ended with him saying something like “You had to be there, I don’t know how to describe it” in reference to a mutated dinosaur or alligator. 

This world was fucked up and it fucked up your head some times. 

 Though you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t a little jealous of him fighting a dinosaur. 

Now, you knew exactly what Leon meant when he said those things because the creature in front of you was beyond any means of description. It was like if a whale sprouted legs like Kamajī from Spirited Away. It had a face almost like a doll, but also nothing like a doll because it was a melted skull.

Again, it was hard for your brain to process how to describe it. 

The creatures roared, it’s ugly face opening and saliva going everywhere. 

“Dylan used the virus to fuse with a bioweapon,” Jill said, her eyes never leaving the thing. 

“Looks like we’re dealing with this first,” Chris huffed.

“Let’s do it,” Leon said, reloading his gun. 

It wasn’t hard for your brain to process the arm sweeping the platform. Jill and Chris cleared it with a jump, Leon used the railing behind you to use as a step launch, you and Rebecca dove under the arm, and Claire being her somehow jumped and spun over it. 

All of you easily cleared the arm, but scattered when it slammed down on the platform, causing the metal under your feet to crumble. 

Jill and Chris got flung onto one side, Claire and Rebecca flung to another, sliding off the platform. You blacked out for a second, only to come to feeling someone’s hand around your wrist, holding you up. Your eyes looked up to see Leon holding onto a support beam from under the platform, holding the two of you dangling in the air. 

Your head whipped to where the monster was and saw a crane next to it. Putting two and two together, your free arm raised up with your handgun, shooting the heavy metal hook off of the crane. It swung in the air, slamming into the monster and making it roar in pain. The metal hook got stuck in what would be the skull’s eye socket, blood spurting from the creature. 

The monster whipped its head back and forth, trying to get free of the hook. Metallic creaking filled the air as the crane started to fall towards Jill and Chris on the ground. 

Explosions went off on the right side of the monster and your eyes could make out Rebecca and Claire with rocket launchers on the ground. 

Looking up, you could see that Leon was straining, trying to keep the two of you up. 

“Drop me, I’ll land on the floor,” You said. His eyes met yours and you could tell he wasn’t mentally present. For some reason, he had the same look in his eyes when he remembered something from his past. Leon looked haunted, like he was reliving something from years ago. 

“Leon, it’s okay, it’s a 10 foot drop,” You said. 

His grip on your wrist tightened, his face scrunched up like he was fighting the memories from whatever he was going through. 

“Hey, Leon!” You said louder, your voice snapping him out of whatever trance he was just in. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, dropping you to the ground. 

As the two of you were getting down from the support beam, grenades were getting launched into the creature, its side erupting in flames on the impact. 

You rolled on impact, lessening the hurt to your ankles as the two of you landed. Leon stood up, helping you up and he ran his hand through his hair. Something he always did when he was stressed out a little too much without an outlet for it. 

“Sorry, just…” He trailed off. 

“Memories, I got it. Don’t worry about it,” You replied and patted his bicep supportingly. “We gotta keep our heads in the game though,” 

Leon nodded and looked around. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an army truck with a gas tankard on the back of it. “That could put a dent in it,” He said and pointed to it.

Your eyes followed his and you nodded. “Good eye, let’s get that thing running,” You replied. The two of you took off running as you could hear chaos behind you. Multiple guns, grenade launchers, and rocket launchers all going off and hitting the monster, only to fail. 

Leon beat you to the driver’s seat, and instead of wasting time arguing, you sucked it up and got in the passenger seat. 

“If you're driving, I get a gun, fork it over, Pretty Boy,” You said and held out your hand to him. 

“You sure know how to treat me like a princess,” He grumbled and reached into his holster, handing you a lightning hawk magnum caliber handgun. 

“Where the shit did you find this?” You asked as he started up the jeep. 

“In the sewers. I was doing our job while you were asleep,” Leon said with a smirk. 

Your hand turned over the gun in admiration, checking the chamber to make sure it was fully loaded. When you process his words you scoffed. 

“I sure had a relaxing nap,” You replied sarcastically. 

Leon drove the truck forward a bit, then hit the breaks. Claire and Rebecca had run behind a concrete support bar and were catching their breath, evading an explosion. Leon parked the jeep and stood up. 

“Claire!” He yelled to get her attention. 

“What?” Claire responded, her and Rebecca’s eyes finding the two of you through the smoke and gunpowder. 

“You still have that password Taylor gave you?” He asked. 

Claire pat the pocket of her jacket. “Yeah, right here.”

“Take Rebecca and stop those drones, we’ll keep him busy!” Leon said. 

Claire and Rebecca were on their feet, nodding in agreement. As soon as the two of them took off, Rebecca turned back around to face the two of you. 

“Don’t die!” She said, then turned back around. 

It was unfortunate that the people in your life had to say that to you on a fairly regular basis. 

Leon got back in the tuck and put it into drive, driving past the two girls and towards the monster. 

“So uh, what’s the plan?” You asked. 

“Jump when I tell you to,” Leon replied, smirking a bit. 

“This is the last fucking time I get in a vehicle with you driving,” You sighed, watching the monster get closer and closer to the truck. 

About 30 feet before the truck collided with the creature, Leon nodded at you. “Now!” He barked. The two of you swung onto the roof and ran along the truck towards the back. Your ears picked up the sound of a grenade pin dropping and you turned to see a grenade in Leon’s hand. His spare hand grabbed your wrist and the two of you jumped when you reached the end of the truck. Leon threw the grenade behind the two of you and pulled you into his chest. He rolled so that he took the brunt of the impact of the concrete floor as the two of you hit it. 

Rolling a few times, the two of you ended up sprawled out on the floor. Leon still holding you close to his chest and you nestled between his body and the ground. The explosion came soon after, Leon’s shoulders hunching over as he flinched and the heat of the flames being felt by your legs. 

“I’m getting too old for this shit,” Leon groaned. 

“I didn’t ask you to be my landing pad,” You chuckled back as the two of you recovered, getting to your feet. 

“A ‘thank you’ would suffice,” Leon said, dusting the soot off of his shirt. Your hands helped him, patting off the dust and debris. 

“Thank you,” You said in a dramatic sing-songy tone. “My hero.”

Leon chuckled and looked to your left, seeing a crate. “Let’s see if we can find any goodies,” He said and ran over, you following close behind him. 

The tankard did nothing but stall the creature for a few seconds, only making it angrier. 

“Tell me,” You said. “The missions you had before I joined the D.S.O., were they always like this?” You asked, looting the various crates with Leon. Your eyes searched for ammo or any new guns, the Lightning Hawk being lost in the tankard explosion.

“Actually, yeah. The Arias thing was actually pretty straightforward, more than I’mused to,” He replied as his fingers unlatched a crate. 

“You call almost getting squeezed to death ‘straightforward’? What is your life?” You asked. 

Leon smiled a bit, exhaling a laugh. He found an automatic rifle with a drum in one of the crates and started pocketing any ammo for it. Finding a rifle of your own, you followed him towards the monster, climbing over various storage crates and shipping boxes. 

The monster must’ve noticed the two of you and been angry about the tankard, because before you could even load rounds into it, a foot came crashing down onto the shipping container the two of you were on. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Leon get launched into the air as you fell towards the ground. 

Taking the blunt impact, you coughed out a groan and got to your feet. Maybe Leon was right about being too old for this shit, you certainly felt like you were getting too old for this shit. 

“Chris, Leon!” You heard Jill yell. Looking around, you couldn’t find Leon, until you looked up and saw him hanging from the rafters. You wondered how the fuck he got up there, then starting running towards Jill and Chris. 

“What’s that?” Chris asked, looking up at where Jill was. 

She was holding a big rail gun looking weapon on top of various shipping containers. “A plasma rifle,” She replied nonchalantly. “It heats up to 20,000 degrees, but it’s short range,” She added, struggling against the weight of the weapon, then kneeling down to get into a better position. 

As she knelt down, she lined up the plasma rifle, then looked over at Chris and you. “Can you get that thing any closer?” She asked. 

Chris scoffed and went to turn around. As he ran past you, you heard him mutter, “‘Can we get it closer’ she says.”

You ran up to Jill, jumping on top of the crates, and snagging another rifle as you made your way. Looking up to where Leon was, you saw him safely drop and slide down a broken catwalk, leading to an army jeep. 

Thanking whatever sick and twisted deity was watching over you, you were elated that you weren’t getting into another death trap with the man you loved. 

Jumping across more shipping containers, almost to Jill, your brain stopped working as it thought about the words you just used. 

Loved.

The man you love.

Shaking your head, willing yourself to stay in the present, you made your way over to Jill who was charging up the plasma gun. She nodded in acknowledgement to you. 

“I’m (Y/n), we haven’t met yet. I’m Leon’s field partner,” You said, aiming down your rifle’s sights and taking shots at the melted skull on the creature. 

“Jill,” She replied, staring at the plasma rifle’s meter. 

“Hell of a first introduction,” You added and smiled.

“It’s always a fucking shitshow, isn’t it?” Jill replied, chuckling. 

Looking towards the floor, you could see Leon haphazardly driving the army jeep and Chris stationed on the back of it at the artillery gun. The two were trying to lure the creature closer to you and Jill, guns blazing in the process. 

“Jesus Christ, you could not pay me enough to be in that Jeep,” You heard Jill mutter. 

“Agreed,” You replied, continuing to take shots at the monster, trying to focus on the same spots Chris was. 

Your ear picked up the sound of something charging and out of the corner of your eye, you could see electrical currents running through the gun. The monster had fallen right into the trap, surging towards you and Jill. 

“Time to light you up,” Jill said and smirked, aiming the plasma rifle at the monster. 

With the pull of the trigger, a white hot beam shot out from the gun, the force throwing both Jill and you back a few feet, your back hitting another shipping container. The creature roared and fell to the ground, its arm hitting the jeep Chris and Leon were in, sending the jeep flying. Chris and Leon went over the windshield and hit the ground as it flew in the air and hit the wall, crumpling. 

Through the sound of metal crashing and explosions dying, you could hear Leon’s voice. 

“Is that it?” He asked, exhaustion heavy in his voice. “Did we kill it?”

As the smoke and dust settled, you all could see the monster laying on the floor, seemingly defeated. As you went to help Jill up, you heard a splotching sound; the monster was back up again.  

Jill scurried back to the plasma rifle as the monster recovered slowly, its eye set on the two of you. In that moment, if you could’ve traded places with anyone else in the whole world you would’ve. 

“One… more… to finish ‘ya,” Jill said as she lugged the plasma rifle back into position. You helped her pull the rifle, lining it up to the creature, it being harder this time around with how exhausted and beat up the two of you were. 

The plasma rifle started charging up again, starting from 0%. The monster was 20 feet in front of you two, slowly closing in. 

“God damn it,” Jill said under her breath. You looked around, trying to see if you could see the rifle you had earlier, but it was lost in the various rubble and debris. “Come on, come on!” Jill said as the plasma rifle kept charging. The monster was about 10 feet from the two of you, it’s ugly face tracking you and Jill. 

“Jill…” You said, your hand on her shoulder. Electricity surged through the plasma rifle as it was nearing close to being fully charged. 

“Fuck!” Jill yelled as a giant foot crashed down on the shipping container, sending you and Jill flying through the air. 

Upon impact, you did what you knew to do and rolled, but you felt two familiar hands stop your inertia. Getting your bearings, you could see Leon at your side, helping you up as he simultaneously pulled a handgun from his vest. “You okay?” He asked urgently. 

“Couldn’t be better,” You replied, getting on your feet. Off to your side, you could see Chris helping Jill up, the monster making its way towards them. 

Leon ran over to them and fired shots into the creature’s skull, only for the bullets to appear to be doing nothing to it, just like before. 

Your eyes scanned the ground, for even the smallest handgun, only to remain unvictorious. 

The monster’s head got close to Jill, Chris, and Leon, only for it to stop in its tracks and turn around, seemingly uninterested in the three of them. 

Leon’s shoulders relaxed, bringing his gun down. “Huh?” He exhaled. Jill and Chris stared at the creature, ready for it to turn back around and decide that they were its dinner any second. 

The four of you watched it pull itself along the floor, headed towards the water. With squishing sounds, it left a trail of blood and what could be only described as snail juice behind it. 

Chris and Leon nodded at each other and made their way back to the jeep. Leon gently grabbed your bicep and dragged you with him, you relenting and getting in the passenger seat. Leon hopped in the driver’s seat and Chris manned the gun, just like minutes previous. 

“It’s headed for open water,” Leon said, starting up the jeep again. 

“Like hell it is," Chris said, reloading the artillery gun. 

The jeep took off on the opposite side of the docks from where the monster, and unfortunately enough, Jill were. Your eyes caught that she was running with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder, set on something. She managed to get in front of the monster, dodging its legs in the process. 

With a loud metal clanking sound, you also noticed that the gate was closing, no doubt thanks to Clarie and Rebecca. 

“What’s the plan?” You asked anxiously, eyes locked on the monster. 

“That’s for you to decide,” Leon said. 

“Me? You’re the one driving!” You replied, eyes widening at Leon. 

“Exactly! I’m the driver, you’re the planner,”

“The driver should know where the hell they’re going and what the hell they’re doing!”

“I know where we’re going,” Leon replied, a tinge defensively.

“Well there’s only one way to go! Forward!” You rolled your eyes. 

“Could you two stop bickering like an elderly couple? There’s a case back here with a rocket launcher, military grade,” Chris cut in. 

You and Leon stared at each other, then back at Chris. “That sounds like a great plan,” You said, smirking. 

Leon parked the jeep, then jumped out of it, and ran around to the back to take the case from Chris. 

Jill was still on the other side of the docks with the creature, now with a flare in her hand, yelling insults and exploits at the monster. You looked at her in awe, wondering and hoping you looked even half as badass as she did right now. 

Chris stood above Leon, watching him try to figure out how the rocket launcher worked, making your confidence in them waver slightly. 

“You know how to use this?” Chris asked. Your confidence halved. 

“It’s got a trigger doesn’t it?” Leon shrugged. Your confidence was abysmal. Leon instructed Chris to put the two halves of the rocket launcher together and started to line it up. 

“Hey, (y/n), help us line this thing up,” Chris said. The military level rocket launcher needed two people to man it, one facing forward, Leon, and one facing away, Chris. The person facing forward had the barrel obstructing their entire eyesight. 

You rushed over to the two men, standing right next to Leon. “Do you just need eyes, or help lifting the damn thing?” You asked. 

“Just eyes,” Leon and Chris both said at the same time. 

“Tell us where the bastard is,” Chris said. 

Your eyes panned over to the monster, then to the gate, seeing it lowering way slower than it should've been. An idea formed in your mind as you watched Jill dive into the water, the monster trailing after her. 

It was a long shot, and had to be timed perfectly, but you could see Jill and the creature underwater, making their way towards the gate. 

“Better idea, aim at the gate belt,” You said. “Leon-”

“Got it,” Leon said and got on his knees, his mind matching yours and your idea. Chris followed suit, the launcher resting on their shoulders. 

Telling them to aim a little higher, and having Leon lift it even higher than Chris, you lined them up to the best of your abilities. Your eyes went back underwater to track Jill as you directed the launcher to the right slightly. 

“Leon, I need you to fire as soon as I say it, not a second later,” You said. 

You watched as Jill got dragged by the creature underwater a few yards, then cut herself free. The monster didn’t care about her anymore, only seeking the open water. 

“Got it,” He replied, his voice strained from lifting the rocket launcher. 

The monster jumped out of the water, surging forward towards the gate. 

“Now!” You said. 

“Fire!” Leon said and pulled the trigger. Him and Chris got jolsted back at the recoil, then put the launcher down, watching the rocket hit the gate belt. With an explosion,the gate came crashing down, cutting the monster in half. 

“And that’s that,” Leon said, sighing. Chris stood up, rolling his shoulder blade and stretching. 

Jill resurfaced and swam over to the three of you, pulling herself up onto the concrete floor. Chris rushed over to help her up as she coughed up water and got her bearings. 

You heard footsteps approaching you and felt an elbow rest on your shoulder. You didn't even have to look to know who it was. 

“I’ve only been doing this for a few years, I don’t know how you all have done it for decades,” You sighed. 

“Honestly, I don’t know either,” Leon said, his exhaustion evident in his voice. “It helps that we’re all together. Saving the world sucks less ass when you have friends to do it with,” he added and chuckled. 

You looked up at him and noticed how bruised his nose was getting. “Did you reset that yet?” You asked and gestured to his nose. 

“No, why? Does it look that bad?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. 

“Yeah, it looks like you got hit with a metal pipe,” You said, your hand gently grabbing under his chin and turning his face over, checking for other wounds. 

“That’s actually not that far from the truth,” Leon replied and chuckled. 

“Maria got you good huh?” You asked, a teasing smile on your face. 

“Slammed my head into a railing three times, hurt like a bitch,” He said. 

Your eyebrows raised, surprised that someone was actually able to get a hit on Leon. Over the past few years, you learned that while it wasn’t rare for him to catch a fist, it was rare for it to happen more than once in succession. 

“She’s dead though, so it doesn’t really matter anymore,” Leon added and shrugged. 

You let go of his face, wanting to feel the stubble again as soon as you let go. “Sounds like she deserved it,” You replied and chuckled. 

“You’re such a people person,” Leon replied, chuckling as well. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

The six of you loaded onto the B.S.A.A. helicopter, courtesy of Chris and Jill, and buckled up, ready to go home. You and Leon had managed to get into contact with Hunnigan who was, understandably, distraught at losing contact with you two then Rebecca. 

Talking to her, you found out that Hunnigan actually helped Rebbecca with the vaccine and locating exactly where you all went missing. It was times like this that you remembered how cool and amazing your F.O.S. operator was. 

Looking out the window, you almost didn’t notice Leon taking the seat next to you. He sat down and looked at you for a few seconds, his expression unreadable, before speaking. 

“We need to talk when we get back,” He said quietly, so only the two of you could hear. 

Your eyes met his and you nodded, knowing exactly what conversation the two of you needed to have. The exact conversation that you had been putting off for years. 

“Yeah, we do,” You agreed. 

“We have a while before the helicopter reaches San Francisco, get some rest,” Leon said. 

“You too,” You replied, a hint of accusation in your voice. 

“I’ll sleep as soon as you do,” Leon chuckled, his hands up in surrender. 

The engine of the helicopter started up and the blades started turning. The six of you put on your headphones, the blades and the engine making it too loud to hear anyone else. As the helicopter took off, your eyes remained out the window, watching alcatraz slowly disappear. 

Your head leaned on Leon’s shoulder, you finding it to be the most comfortable pillow you had at the time. 

“Reminds me of New York City last year,” Rebecca said, her voice being picked up by all the headphones.

You, Chris, and Leon slightly smiled, remembering the mission to stop Arias. 

While waiting for the helicopter, you and Leon had gotten caught up to speed, being informed how Dylan Blake took over Arias’s crime syndicate and teamed up with Maria. He promised her revenge for Leon killing her father and they used Dr. Taylor’s research to engineer the nanobots responsible for spreading the strand of the T-virus that Dylan had. 

“If I hear Glen Arias’s name come out of someone new again, I’m slamming my head against the concrete,” You mumbled. 

“You’re getting grumpy, you need to sleep,” Leon said.

“Im 33, not a child,” You said, a frown on your face. “I don't ‘get grumpy’.” You added.

“You can say that all you want, still doesn’t change that you need to sleep,” He replied. 

“....fine…” You grumbled and shifted a bit, getting comfortable.

Rebecca giggled, her gaze locked on how your head was resting on Leon’s shoulder and a soft smile on her lips. A year ago, she clocked it, asking you about you and Leon, while killing time in the helicopter while the vaccine spread through NYC. Specifically asking if you two were in a relationship. At the time, you only blushed and tried to steer your conversation in a different direction, assuring her you two were just work partners. 

Now here she was, seeing the two of you act like you were the only people in the world. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

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A Long Overdue RE bot dump #5

Has it almost been a month? Maybe, but I come with good news. Janitor llm now works for me so I can start transferring some of my bots onto there. I'm definitely not going to do all of them because after this batch that would literally be over 50 bots and I think I would lose my mind if I did. Also, I'm now making Ada Wong bots! In my next batch I'll start making some Claire bots (which will be a lot sooner, I promise!)

Ada Wong x Reader

Ada prided herself on her lack of emotion and attachment to others. At least she once thought, because here she is now. Sitting idly with a newspaper across her knee, watching you from afar. ”I’m just making sure that they’re sticking to our agreement. That’s all.” She mumbles to herself in an attempt to clear her mind, but another glance at you is all that it takes for a feeling of warmth to bloom in her chest. Something that she hasn’t felt in years. Not since Ada had first met you.

RE:2R!Ada Wong x Reader

“This is getting old.” Ada huffs as she steps out of the SWAT vehicle. Despite the sunglasses covering her eyes you can tell that she is growing increasingly annoyed with constantly running into you. “Saving your ass. That’s twice.” She doesn’t even bother to look back at you when she says it and continues to walk away, her heels click against the concrete, echoing with each stride.

Ada Wong x Mercenary!Reader

The vial containing the sample gleams in the pale moonlight, glinting like a priceless ruby on display in a museum. And it’s all yours for the taking. Your employer will be pleased to say the least. Before you could pocket the vial, the cocking of a gun followed by light footsteps fills the space of the room. “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.”

Ada Wong x Reader

Quietly Ada heads inside the bedroom taking note of your sleeping form snuggled under the covers. A small smile tugs her lips as she gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m home.” She whispers softly before changing out of her mercenary gear and slipping under the sheets with you.

RE:8!Chris Redfield x Reader

The bed dips and mattress springs groan in protest at the sudden addition of weight. The warmth of the plush blankets that encompass you have been replaced by an arm that gently wraps around you as well as steady puffs of hot air that roll against your skin. The familiar scent of smoke and whiskey fills your nose, causing you to stir from your slumber and look at the man beside you. “Sorry.” Chris grunts out apologetically after realising that he had woken you up.

Post RE:8!Ethan Winters x Reader

It’s another late night for you and your lover as you’re both tangled under the covers in the darkness of your room, the only light present being the moon that gleams through the tiny gaps of the curtains. The slivers of light illuminate the cool metal of Ethan’s prosthetic fingers and his eyes. The soft symphony of your breaths fill the shared space between you while you simply gaze at each other in your own little bubble of time, safe from harm.

Ethan Winters x Reader

“Do you think we’d be good parents?” Ever since Ethan took you out to that restaurant and saw a family with a little baby in a high chair, chewing away at some mashed potatoes while giggling and flailing their tiny arms in excitement, it got Ethan thinking. No. It got Ethan yearning to be able to hold his own bundle of joy in his arms with his loving partner by his side. “You know I’d spoil them rotten, babe.” Ethan sighs dreamily while twirling his wedding band around his finger.

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Without even saying a word, Leon crawls under the covers of your shared bed and brings you into his arms, burying and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. The mission was a success, which is hardly a surprise for the president’s golden boy, but at what cost? Leon’s eyes screw shut while his grip on you tightens when he thinks back to it. It all happened in such a short amount of time, yet what was left behind has burnt itself into his mind for eternity.

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#resident evil #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #ada wong #ada wong x reader

[glorixuspurpose]

Help.

Leon Kennedy x Black!Fem!Reader

A/N: finally did it yall

warnings: not much except canon-typical violence...and zombies. No swearing in this christian minecraft server!!! the ending is cringy as usual, aaaand reader also knows Chris Redfield(because I love him).

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 Of course the one time you actually needed help from the police, or any kind of law enforcement, the line was dead. 

‘It’s probably just because of the rain…’ You thought to yourself. Your car had stopped in pretty much the middle of nowhere(which was really just the outskirts of Raccoon City), and you managed to push the car to some gas station that was 200 feet away. 

 You got back in the driver’s seat, the door still open just in case someone decided to be a good samaritan(though you were pretty sure those didn’t exist anymore), and used your chunky “mobile” phone to try and call 911 again. Of course, the only answer you got was the dead ring from the other side. You would have paid for gas…if you had money. You only planned to drive to a family member’s house and back, with all of your gas. 

 You lightly tossed the phone to the passengers seat in defeat before getting back out of the car just to sadly lean on the car door. 

“Is everything alright, ma’m?” You heard someone, supposedly a man, ask. 

You turned your head, fully prepared to give some sarcastic remark to make them back off, until you actually saw him. 

 There was no doubt that he was quite handsome, with his strong, but soft features and his ash blond hair, and you were hoping that he knew something about cars. 

“Uh, not exactly. My car stopped like, two hundred feet back, and I had to push it here. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my wallet, or any cash for that matter, and I’m pretty sure no one is inside.” 

 He raised his eyebrows, almost in an “I’m sorry I asked” manner, before shoving his hands in his front pockets and looked towards the store. 

“I could look for you…if you want.” He asked timidly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“We should probably just go together, I would feel kinda guilty if you got killed or something in there ‘cause of me.” 

 Your remark seemed to get a soft chuckle out of him. 

“Hopefully I wouldn’t go down too easily..if there were danger in there. I am a police officer after all.” You sighed heavier than expected out of relief, but quickly regained your composure. After all, it’s the 90’s. How much sense would it make for a white male cop and a black female to be together in the middle of nowhere with dead powerlines? 

 You two walked up to the entrance, but quickly stopped. “Are you sure about this?” He asked you, his tone laced with worry. 

“Yeah, totally. Let me just…” You started jogging in place for a second, trying to hype yourself up, before quickly realizing how stupid you looked. 

“Sorry…I was trying to get amped up.” Now it was your turn to be timid. 

 He laughed. “It’s fine.” 

It took a strong pull on the door handle for it to open, but you two finally managed to get inside. There wasn’t a single light on in the place, and there was a strong sweet-but-disgusting smell. You looked over at the male, to see if he was smelling the same thing, just to see him making an adorable disgusted face. 

 “Wait,” You said, putting your hand in front of him. 

“What? Is there danger?” You shook your head, even though you really had no idea. 

“What’s your name? In case I do need help.” 

“Leon. Leon Kennedy.” He held his hand out for you to shake, and you gladly accepted. 

“Y/N L/N.” 

  “Eugh…” He said under his breath. “You smell that too?”

You silently nodded, before seeing him start to walk the other way, most likely trying to figure out where the smell is coming from. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to stop him. “Have you seen a single horror movie? Don’t split up!”  

He rubbed the back of his neck again. “Sorry. We’ve been in here a while, and we still haven’t found out if anyone was here.” 

 Absent-mindedly, you yelled: “Hello? Is anyone here?” 

Both of you stayed still, hoping for a response, but got nothing in response except for a pained groan. You two quickly looked at each other, as if saying “Should we go check it out?” Before going on to do so. 

 You two ended up finding a man sitting against the wall, with many gashes on his body. 

“Holy crap…” You said to yourself. “Do you need help?” You asked, before mentally facepalming. Of course that poor man needed help, but still, all he did was groan. 

You and Leon looked at each other once more, then stood up from your kneeling position. 

 “We should call for help. I take it neither of us have any idea what to do..” Leon suggeste, but you vigorously shook your head. 

“We should, but we can’t. The lines are dead. I’m lucky you showed up, because I’ve tried for hours.” 

Leon sighed. “We can’t just leave him here!” 

 You warily kneeled back down and pressed two fingers to the man’s neck. He was barely breathing, and his heart seemed to be going five beats per minute. 

You stood back up. “He’s pretty much on the verge of death. That might be the only option. Come on…” You told him, gently grabbing his wrist again to lead him out, as if he were in shock.

 “What now?” He asked as you two stood outside. 

“Could you give me a ride?” 

“What about your car?” 

“It’s a piece of junk anyways. I just need to get a few things.” 

He scratched his head, then looked back at his car. “I guess I could do that. I can’t just leave you like that man. I’ll…go start it.” He answered, before awkwardly jogging off to the car, leaving you the privacy to go grab your things. 

 After taking everything you needed, you hopped into the passenger seat of his car. 

“So,” He started, hands on the wheel. “Where too?” 

“The station, I guess. Maybe I could reach someone there.” 

He pulled the car out of the parking lot. 

 “Not to pry…but who?” 

You shook your head, like the topic wasn’t that important, which it really wasn’t. “Just someone I used to work with.” 

Leon nodded. “I was thinking about heading there too. I guess it was a sign. I was seeing if I could reach someone too, I’m looking for him.” 

 You lifted your head off your hand. “Not to pry,” You started, sort of mimicking him. “But who?” Another chuckle. 

“Some guy named Chris Redfield.” 

You whipped your head towards him. 

“That’s who I was trying to reach!”

 “Jeez, just coincidence after coincidence. Would you happen to know where he is?” 

You leaned back. “Nope. We aren’t super close. I’m closer to his sister, Claire.” 

Leon nodded. “We should be close to the station now.” He told you as you two reached the city. 

 “Why are there so many people out there?” You rhetorically asked, looking out the window, until one tried to jump right at you, which made you thank every existing god that there was a window to keep the contact from happening. 

“Wait…are those…zombies?!” You yelped. 

It was about to be a long night.

A/N: kinda feeling like i want to do a prequel(-ish) to this where Chris and reader meet? idk lmk if you would want one :p

#leon kennedy x black!reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x black!reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy

[d10nyx]

gilf Chris looks almost exactly like my actual grandpa and seeing all comments makes me slightly traumatized but also gilf Leon bark bark woof woof :3

-✨anon

...is your grandpa single?

SORRY I'M JOKING BUT UM... GILF SUPREMACY!! dw you can have gilf leon <333

#asks <3 #✨️ anon #like... can i give your grandad my number?

[otteli2000]

Okay so my Resident Evil Chreon! AU

Here's some world building:

-Chris and Leon met at some point through Claire and it was love at first sight. They ended up in the bathroom of bar they were in and they haven't let go of each other since. They moved with each other within a matter of weeks and got married soon because life is too short to not be with the one you love

-Jill was never controlled by Weskher. She and Carlos got married after Racoon City and later had twin girls (Because Carlos is such a girldad). Jill is still working with Chris at the BSAA while Carlos, after the death of his whole platoon, decided to retire. He's now a househusband and a stay-at-home dad and he LOVES it

-Claire and Rebecca also are together in this universe because I said so

Now, onto the actual story, during a mission, Leon gets hurt, bad, and almost dies. Of course, he survives but he messed up his leg and the doctors force him to retire which leads him to basically being a caged lion in his and Chris' apartment; pacing around with nothing to do because he already cleaned everything. Twice.

Chris, obviously, is pretty worried about his husband and talks about it with Jill who suggests for them to move into the house next to her and Carlos. It's already up to sale but it's pretty and cheap so it won't stay on sale for long so Chris buys it right away without talking to Leon who is pretty pissed once he tells him. They argue but when he finally, and reluctantly, agrees to visit their new house, he agrees it was too good of an opportunity to pass on.

Of course, right next door, Carlos is basically vibrating with excitement because he finally got someone to bother and he fully intends to show Leon that staying home isn't such a bad thing.

So as soon as Chris and Leon are settled in, Carlos starts dragging him to all kind of activities; taking the twins to the park, local football matches, community events like barbecues.

And at first, Leon complains everytime because that's just who he is but eventually, he's the one who takes the initiative to go over to Jill and Carlos' house to ask him what they're doing today (Carlos tackles him into a hug, laughing like a maniac).

So Leon takes on some hobbies like gardening which he doesn't suck at as much as he thought. He's even pretty good at it, enraging the local Karen when his garden wins a prize in the neighborhood contest.

Leon comes to realize that being a civilian again doesn't suck as much as he thought and that retirement might be the best thing that could have happened to him (Beside Chris of course)

Chris is super grateful because it finally feels like he's getting the old Leon back (He buys Carlos the most expensive bottle of whiskey on the market)

And then one day, as they're getting to bed, Chris can see something is bothering Leon so he asks him what's wrong.

"What do you think of having kids?"

And Chris absolutely did NOT see this coming. At all. Leon had never been much of a fan of kids before (Except for Jill and Carlos' daughters because they're just too cute to resist) so he's pretty surprised by his husband's question but he can't deny how warm and fuzzy the image of the two of them makes him feel inside.

They start looking into adoption the very next day and Carlos burst into tears a few months later when they ask him to be their son's godfather (He doesn't even deny it unlike Jill who pretends she didn't tear up when they asked her to be the godmother)

Claire complains to Chris that as his sister, shouldn't she have had dibs on being his kid's godmother? The next year, Chris and Leon adopt again, a girl this time, and they name Claire their daughter's godmother

So this is it. Sorry for clogging the tags with this fluff-fest, I just needed to get it out of my head ❤️

#resident evil #chreon #leon kennedy #chris redfield #I have a Mpreg version for those who are interested

[acidh2otoby]

Agent Kennedy, Part 14

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Warnings: None

Part 13 > Agent Kennedy, Part 13

I'm back to the series! I've been busy with some personal shit, holidays are harsh with timing and trying to remember my wacky work schedule is... yeah, it's fun. But there aren't many parts left in this series (hopefully 🥲👍) and this one will be the beginning of the end. I'll still be making content but it'll be different stuff. Also, currently so excited and impatient for RE4R and the movie Resident Evil: Death Island coming out!

Also, happy Valentine's Day! Didn't intend on posting this on the day but here we are!

Some months had passed since the incident in China, you and Leon were starting to get back together. Leon had been staying at your house for a little after you two talked and agreed to somewhat start over. The relationship was a little healthier and you were both a little happier than before.

You still worked with the BSAA and had to spend a few days at work for longer than you wanted to, trying to find new soldiers and even new equipment since a lot of it either got destroyed or got lost. This ended up in Chris calling you late at night when you were sleeping to ask if you could come in.

And to speak of the devil, you and Leon had fallen asleep an hour ago and your phone just started ringing. You sighed and groaned as you rolled over and sat up, grabbing your phone and answering it.

"Hello?" You said, hearing Leon sit up as well.

"Hey, (Y/N). Sorry to call you at two in the morning." Chris apologized, knowing you were sleeping.

"It's fine. What's going on?" You asked, wanting to get whatever he needed done so you could go back to bed.

"I'm gonna ask if you could come in soon? I need to show you something." Chris said, he sounded a little nervous.

"Yeah, I'll be there soon." You said, sighing a little.

"Thanks, (Y/N). I'll see you when you get here." Chris said before he told you goodbye and hung up the phone.

"What was that all about?" Leon asked, laying back down.

"I gotta go in." You said, putting your phone down and grabbing your clothes. Leon groaned at the news. "Look, I don't want to either but the sooner I get this shit done, the more I don't have to do this every night."

"I know... but, I miss you when your gone." You felt Leon wrap his arms around you as he finished his sentence.

"I miss you too when I'm gone, but that makes it even better when I come home." You said, placing your hand on Leon's arm and gently headbutting him.

Leon sighed, he seemed to get a little heavy on your shoulder. You glanced over and saw that his eyes were shut and he was relaxed.

"Leon..." You chuckled, shifting a little to get him to wake up.

Leon lifted his head from your shoulder before letting you go and laying back down, he fell asleep relatively fast after laying down. You smiled at him before you put on more clothes than just a t-shirt and your underwear.

You had left around 1:00.am and got back home at 4:00.am. Leon slept the entire time you were gone but woke up almost immediately once you sat down on the bed to change again. You were busy taking your shoes off when Leon sat up and did what he did before you left, wrap his arms around you.

"Dammit, Leon. You scared me." You said softly, smiling a little.

"Sorry." Leon muttered, he chuckled a little. "How did it go?"

"Okay... Don't remember half of it since I wasn't really involved and because I was really tired." You joked, it wasn't a full lie though.

Leon chuckled before he tried to pull you closer. "Leon..." You muttered, knowing what he was trying to do.

"Hmm?" Leon asked innocently.

"Let me finish changing, I'm not sleeping in clothes that smell like gunpowder." You said, smiling a little.

Leon groaned before he just decided to let you go, he didn't lay down like last time though. Once you finished changing, you laid on the bed and drapped the covers over you. It didn't take long for Leon to practically wrap his entire body around you, obviously not wanting you to leave again until you guys woke up the next day.

You giggled before relaxing and falling asleep, Leon followed shortly behind you and fell asleep a few seconds later. You had forgotten to tell Leon in the little bit of time before sleeping that Chris had given the entire BSAA base the rest of the day off, so when he woke up and realized it was 12:18.pm...

"(Y/N)! Get up!" Leon semi-yelled, shaking you a little.

You groaned before sitting up, thinking something bad had happened. "What? What? What?" You replied quickly, confused and alert.

"You're late!" Leon said, he looked a little scared.

"Huh?" You questioned, looking at your phone that you left on the bedside table. You chuckled a little before laying down and facepalming yourself. "I forgot to tell you that I got the day off today." You laughed, feeling like a dumbass.

Leon sighed before laughing with you, laying back down as well. "Must've been too tired." Leon chuckled, ruffling your hair a little.

"Yeah... happens." You shrugged, still smiling.

There was a little bit of silence where the two of you just smiled at each other. Leon had this look in his eyes that was full of admiration and... love? You weren't sure if the look in his eyes were real or if your tired brain was making things up. It wouldn't have been the first time that--

"I love you..." Leon muttered, still smiling at you.

...HOLY SHIT...

Did he just? He did. He said it. You weren't making it up.

Your eyes widened and you felt dumbstruck. He really said it and he didn't even apologize after like how most people do. What the fuck do you say now??

Leon chuckled at your expression, finding it adorable. "What's wrong, honey? Cat got your tongue?" Leon joked, causing your face to turn red.

"Shut up, you jerk." You said, lightly hitting him, making him laugh. "I love you, too, Leon." You finally muttered, catching Leon by surprise a little.

You leaned in and kissed Leon, feeling as if time stopped for a moment. After the kiss, you cuddled. You did miss Leon a lot and with almost nothing but work being on your mind, it felt like you were gone even if you were home and with Leon.

#resident evil #gay #leon kennedy x reader #male reader #chris redfield

[pixelmensupremacy]

HOLY SHIT.

I just read your writing about Platonic Chris Redfield with Childhood Friend F!Y/n and my heart fucking cried in happiness. I sincerely think that Chris and Leon need a good hug. Like a supportive and loving hug.

Then it hit me. What about...Platonic Chris AND Leon with a Childhood Friend F!Y/n ?

I just have so many brainrots for them in how would they spend time separately with Y/n.

Y/n is being the one that brings warm and well-made coffee to Chris when he is late working with paperwork then just entire time keeps him company so that he would be alone, then when he sometimes naps - Y/n would always leave a little note like "You are the best friend and leader in the world" .

Also Y/n being the one that helps Leon to feel less stressed by always listening to whatever he say and brings him hand-made gifts that always has note like "Thank you for being in this world" or "You worth much more than you think".

I just– I really think they need a friend that would just be there with them after all they went through.

I am really sorry if this is too specific.

Have a great day anyway!

A/N: Okay, but this request is so sweet. And yes I 100% agree with you Nonny! The boys deserve tons of love.

Chris Redfield

🔆 Chris' and (Y/N)'s energies balance out

🔆 (Y/N), being the more fun and easygoing, never failed to break through his hard exterior

🔆 Still, being in his nature and the aftermath of years of traumatic experiences, Chris isn't very vocal about his emotions

🔆 Though that's not a problem for (Y/N), for they know him better than he does himself

🔆 He feels rough after a mission gone wrong? (Y/N) will give him the space he needs and comfort him, when he feels ready to talk about it

🔆 He struggles with paperwork? (Y/N) is already on the way with two mugs of coffee and jokes to brighten up the mood

His eyelids got heavier with every passing second, getting him dangerously close to a state of somnolence, but much to Chris' dismay the paperwork wasn't getting itself done. A deep sigh escaped his lungs; just when he thought he was going to spend yet another lonely night at the desolate office a knock came from the door.

Opening the door was (Y/N), the familiar scent of coffee tingled his nose; a tired smile appeared on his face.

"Your clairvoyant powers are only getting stronger." He joked; giggling at his cheesy comment, (Y/N) almost missed the dim shimmer that appeared in hooded eyes.

"It's basic deduction. I heard snores coming from your office, so I guessed you could use a cup of coffee and some company too." They smiled at him as they handed him the warm mug.

"Of course." He took it, not able to refuse such an offer.

🔆 In instances when they would walk in on him snoring above his keyboard, (Y/N) would leave him a short note and place a blanket atop his shoulders that they bought specially for him

🔆 Claire and (Y/N) are Chris' number one caregivers and supporters even if he likes to believe it's the other way around

🔆 (Y/N) is the type of friend that would accept him in their home at ungodly hours of the night just so they would comfort him when he needs it most

🔆 Chris has a key to (Y/N)'s house and so do they

🔆 Chris is just as willing to accept his friend in his home at any time under all and any circumstances

🔆 Secretly, he is the best cuddler (Y/N) has met in their entire life

🔆 Unfortunately for them, cuddles occur rarely, but that made it so much more meaningful when it happened

"(Y/N)..." His deep voice anchored their attention away from the movie the two of them were watching.

"Yeah?" They urged him to go on, whilst their eyes were still glued to the screen, watching in anticipation for how the movie was going to end.

"I-" He began, but then paused as if he searched for the right words to say "I just want to thank you. For always being by my side."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise, a pleasant one nonetheless. They rose from the comfortable spot they had found on his side to look at him; a soft smile curled the corners of their lips.

"Who are you and where's my Chris?" They jokingly hit his arm, causing him to shy away from them.

"I'm just kidding." (Y/N) wrapped their hands around his upper arm, bringing them closer to him. "I am just as grateful to have you. I can't imagine life without you Chrissy bear." They playfully mocked, causing him to let out a chuckle.

"I thought we talked about this nickname." He shot them with a questioning gaze.

"You better get used to it because I'm not gonna get tired of it any time soon. But seriously, I'm glad to have a friend like you." They wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Chris reciprocated and hugged them back. The warmth and comfort of the hug was a sensation he didn't realize he was missing, but now that he had it, he wanted to cherish it for as long as it lasted.

Leon Kennedy

Alexa play best friend by Saweetie feat Doja Cat

🔆 (Y/N) and Leon have the chaotic duo energy that's unstoppable

🔆 (Y/N) is the friend that always hypes him up when he feels his lowest

🔆 (Y/N) is the sober friend that always makes sure to get him home safe and sound

🔆 They are patient with him and listens to all of his drunken rants and comfort him when he gets gushy

🔆 They always leave him a glass of water and aspirin

🔆 They are his unpaid motivational speaker

(Y/N) let out a sigh of disappointment, their hands rested on their waist- they didn't have the energy to have this conversation yet again.

"Dear, how many times do I need to tell you this? You. Deserve. Better!" They clapped their hands after every word, emphasizing each one of them. Leon stood silently on the table; his head hidden in his hands.

"I just thought maybe this time it would've been different." His voice was quiet akin to a child, trying to calm their parent after they messed up- big time.

"Leon, she's not going to change, you realize that? She just likes to toy with you, it's like you're her puppet. Look" They sat across him, their hand taking his "you are a good guy and you deserve to be happy. As much as I don't want to say it well, nothing's going to come out of this."

"You did want to say it." He gave them a puzzled look.

"Yeah, maybe I did, but that's not the point. What I'm saying is that she has no idea what she is missing out on."

🔆 More often than not, Leon experiences stress

🔆 Especially after he returns home from yet another life-threatening mission

🔆(Y/N) always tries their best to distract him from the burden of his line of work

🔆 Most of the times, they succeed

🔆 When awful jokes don't do the job, (Y/N) takes things more seriously

🔆 Spending time with him just bragging about life is enough to make Leon feel better

🔆 But (Y/N) likes to take things further, gifting him things they are sure he will like and can't refuse

Rubbing his eyes open, Leon realized he had fallen asleep on the couch. Looking around the living room, he noticed (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. The coffee table next to him was clean of the boxes of Chinese takeaway, and instead there was an envelope, neatly tied with a ribbon.

Squinting his eyes in puzzlement, he opened it only to see a ticket. Along with it was a letter. His eyes widened.

'The world won't end if you take a break. You can't help anyone if you don't help yourself. You need to relax your mind for once and you need to get it in that pretty head of yours that you are worthy and loved. And I want to prove it you.

So, you better not be late for your flight. See you in Bali.'

Leon shook his head in disbelief; he knew there was no way of talking (Y/N) out of this. With a heavy sigh and a discreet smile, he got up- he had five hours until the flight.

#resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #chris redfield x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #request

[sapphire-weapon]

I actually agree with you analysis with Aeon, because there is one thing that’s been bugging me this whole time about their “relationship”.

Leon states in Vendetta that he is tired of all the fighting, so much to the point to where he starts drinking. But what bothers me the most is that Ada in her shitty storyline is stealing samples to later trade as per orders of Wesker.

For me, it almost undermines Leon’s goal in the sense that the one thing he wants to end is being continued by the woman he is so in love with. Because of his love with her, he’s willing to turn a blind eye to her actions all because he loves her???

Leon’s character is being questioned. Which doesn’t make sense cause his whole thing is to save people but when the girl he loves is continuing the cycle that he wants to end, he just doesn’t care??? Like Leon was top of his class in the police academy, labeled as smart. But just because he sees a pretty girl his intelligence kind of just gets thrown out the window.

I like both characters, but i feel like their little cat and mouse game destroys both characters completely.

Anyway, sorry to ramble, keep up the analysis. i’m lovin’ it!

So, this has actually been my biggest source of frustration as a critic/analyst. Back when RE6 first came out, I was still heavy in the dwrp scene, and I played through the game with my buddy Seiko (who RPed the Chris to my Leon, at the time) and I just remember both of us at varying points being like "what the fuck is he doing??" "why is he so fucking stupid?? it's like he took all of Chris's stupid pills and he's like 'no it's my turn to give myself brain damage you already had your fun. B('"

And when we first beat Leon's campaign I just dropped my controller and leaned back and said, "Well. I guess Leon just became unplayable. So much for that shit. There goes five years of RP down the fuckin toilet. Thanks for nothing, Capcom." And Seiko had to be like "No, wait, hold on. We can figure this out." And eventually she was the one who finally realized and said: "It felt like his whole campaign was a cry for help."

And I have been trying to make that work ever since -- because it is the only way to make his character make sense, after a certain point.

It actually took me the better part of two years to fully form and crystallize my analysis of "Leon projects most of his trauma onto Ada because she's familiar and convenient -- and also it's a bit of sunk cost fallacy because he wasted so much of his life trying to chase her down, so he's forced to create and live in this delusion where he's convinced himself that she's working towards the greater good, even though he has absolutely no intellectual reason to think that considering the men she's worked for -- but he still has to force himself to buy into it because his entire sense of self has become wrapped up in all of this bullshit, and for him to confront and admit that he's been wrong about her all this time would literally cause his worldview to shatter and his mental health to completely unravel into nothing."

Because RE6, as it exists, is fucking nonsense. I already thought RE4 was pushing it, because I don't know how Leon could just... be okay with Ada working for Wesker. The only explanation is that he's become convinced that she's doing it for a good reason and is going to do the right thing -- even though he has absolutely no evidence for thinking that. A delusion is the only way for it to make sense, and RE6 kicks that into overdrive.

If you were to look at Leon and Ada's relationship and call it for what it was, the very uncomfortable truth that would shake out is that Leon himself is probably one of the greatest assets contributing to the perpetuation of bioterrorism research. He not just aids the US government in their cover-up stories and cleans up their messes for them, but he also actively aids Ada's efforts while she's working for guys like Albert goddamn Wesker.

If you look at it from that perspective, the grim reality is that the world might objectively be better off if Leon was to step down from his position, withdraw from the battlefield, or even off himself like he's always wanted to. He's not just a useful idiot like Chris was for the BSAA -- he is actively part of the problem.

And there's some part of Leon that knows that. But it goes against everything he claims to stand for.

And so, the only way to make sense of his actions is the explanation that his entire sense of self is wrapped up in this, and he's too deep in that hole to dig his way out now. He's aware, on some level, of the cognitive dissonance that's happening, and that's why he drinks.

So, it is very interesting to me that Ada has been MIA from the OG timeline since 6, and that Vendetta and Death Island made the move to have Chris and Jill officially move in as Leon's support system, when he didn't have one previously -- because, with the proper support system in place, it's possible that he can dig his way out of this hole.

But what will that mean for his relationship with Ada?

And so we look at the Remake series and see the foundation it's been laying...

And suddenly the horizon starts to look very, very dark for Aeon as a ship.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #meta analysis

[ashiemochi]

anubussy - xi (ii)

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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“I’ll go.” Chris quickly recovered, hissing at the lingering pain within his body, “Keep him busy.”

“Got it.” So Ah gave him a nod and he entered the room, opting to get the vaccine through there. 

She returned her attention to Leon who was on the ground and released a heavy sigh of relief, going to run up to him but Arias had long gotten up. 

“Leon!” So Ah cried out, trying to warn him and he looked at her only for Arias to pick him up like some claw machine where Leon was the plushie. 

Leon huffed at the tight grip, hitting the giant hand before he got fucking thrown across the roof. A loud grunt came from him when he hit the wall and hit the ground, yet he took out his gun to shoot. It was a different gun this time, having switched his handgun to a magnum that was in his thigh holster. 

She recognized the model – all DSO members were given a Senitle Nine and a Desert Eagle. Bummer, she really wanted new weaponry – the ones she owned, a Matilda and a Barret M82. 

She didn’t even know if she was still a part of the DSO anymore.

So Ah followed suit but didn’t shoot, taking out her gun as Arias booked it down the roof, heading straight to Leon who kept shooting him. So Ah was more so afraid to accidentally hit Leon instead because those two were moving around too much.

Arias threw a punch towards him but Leon jumped and rolled to the side. He sped up to him, dodging another hit and he used Arias’ leg for leverage, swinging through his legs as he kept firing. 

A frustrated growl came from Arias as he approached him, swinging his arm with a clenched fist. Leon hurriedly back-rolled onto his feet. To evade the next attack, he used it to his advantage, letting Arias send him into the air.

So Ah stood dumbfounded at how Leon was handling it. Seriously, does anything have to be absolutely dangerous with him?

She let out a hitched gasp, stepping forward when Arias kicked Leon, sending him halfway over the edge. Leon was visibly panting heavily, shocked at quite literally hanging from the edge of one of the tallest buildings in New York.

Guess I’m up.

So Ah swallowed thickly to herself, biting into her gold-coloured hair tie to slip her hand out. She tied her hair up, for a moment forgetting about the back of her neck, and brushed her curtain bangs back. 

“Arias!”

He snapped his head towards So Ah, expecting to see her aiming at him but she wasn’t. Her gun was in Rebecca’s direction. Her eyes were in a glare, making her cinnamons appear as if they were filled with fire. 

She knew he wanted Rebecca to turn – in fact, he preferred her to be shot down by Chris rather than the Han girl.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Arias countered, turning to face her, not believing her. 

“Wanna bet?” So Ah shot back, kicking back the hammer, “I’ve done this before.”

Would she do it? Absolutely not, she doesn’t go after innocent people.

Did he know that? Vaguely. 

He also was aware of who killed his little mole with the H-Virus. This girl could be a cold-blooded murderer now and take away his only leverage – he didn’t want to risk it.

To So Ah, while it seemed as if she was aiming at Rebecca, she was in fact pointing to the potted plant three feet away from her, but from Arias’ vision, she had her gun on the girl.

Arias snarled as he started approaching her, effectively forgetting about Leon. So Ah snapped her aim at him, shooting him. He, as she had expected, didn’t seem bothered till she shifted her fire to the glowing heart. 

He stumbled back and that was when the light bulb appeared on her head – along with an exclamation point when her gun clicked. A smirk stretched across his face, walking towards her almost menacingly.

The gun clanked when she tossed it aside, reaching for yet another grenade she definitely did not steal but borrowed from her belt. It was blue and she gripped it tight. 

Then she ran up to him, unpinning it and throwing it right under his feet. The world went bright for a moment, sending a lingering ringing sound in her ears as her eyes burned at the flashbang detonating. 

Arias groaned when the light blinded him momentarily and she took her chance to jump, using the edge of the railing for leverage. She landed a kick to his jaw, sending him staggering back. 

She should’ve known that mutated beings can only be blinded for so long – his hand grabbed her midair, forcing a sharp gasp from her. He held her leg upside down, watching her struggle to let him go, kicking his hand. 

“We could’ve been so powerful with that virus of yours.” Arias sneered lowly, noticing how her eyes were starting to go hazy at the blood rushing to her head.

 

So Ah wanted to throw up at the mere thought of working with someone as psychotic as him, snapping through her teeth as her hands were holding down her skirt, “Over my dead body.”

He merely shrugged, “What a shame.”

Everything around her was blurred when he hurled her through the glass walls. A loud ack was the last thing she managed to utter, her back hitting and bending the steel rims of the slide doors. It shattered the glass, sending her falling face down to the ground onto the many sharp panes.

She let out a sharp cry when something dug into her upper thigh, the burn intensifying more in her spinal cord. Her ears had gone deaf to Leon calling out for her, followed by more gunshots. 

The world around her was spinning, opening her eyes wearily at the pounding in her ears urging her to get up. Everything was fading in and out of its blurry state as she blinked, trying to recover as quickly as possible.

Goddamn this virus and its hypocrisy. 

Her head felt heavy when she lifted it up, groaning under her breath when her hair cascaded over her shoulder and face. She doesn’t even remember when her hair tie slipped, too tired to try and remember.

“Leon…” Her voice came out in a whisper, scanning the roof for him. Her eyes landed on Rebecca who was getting worse and she just tilted her head down, shutting her eyes for a moment. 

Fuck, where are you, Chris?

The thudding of her heart went up to her ears. She tried to move but ended up yelping, toppling down to her chest again, having applied too much pressure on her thigh. 

Pushing herself again onto all fours, she hissed through her teeth, finding a thick long glass pane deep into her thigh. With a shaking hand, she gripped it, crying out as she tugged on it. Instinctively, she released it, breathing heavily. 

The fight between Leon and Arias wasn’t going too well, having pushed Leon till he was standing in the middle of the two sides of the roof. 

Fortunately, she could see he was okay.

Unfortunately, if Arias does win, she’d be forced to see him di–

No. 

Get up!

“Le… On… Wait…” So Ah whimpered out, her eyes beginning to sting at the helplessness she felt. 

Suddenly, she was in China with a sprained ankle, unable to do anything but watch her own sister get thrown across the spacious field by the mutated politician. 

Each heartbeat was painful, crying quietly to herself as the breeze wafted against her. It was all her fault. Everything that had ever gone wrong in that part of the mission was her fault. It all hung over her head like a vulture. 

She ruined her family when her family doctor had gone insane, setting up a whole outbreak just to get her to the facility. She broke her family when her sister’s life was taken away. She was no better than any of these strains of viruses, taking away lives with little to no heart.

She was the pathogen. 

Every wound that it ever healed may have gone permanently, but she wished they didn’t. She wanted them to paint her body in numerous pale gashes and patches of punctured holes. She wanted to be reminded of all the gut-churning choices she had done. 

Minji should’ve been alive. Minji would’ve been alive if So Ah wasn’t so reckless. She never moved on, taking them out on every BSAA researcher who had a hand in making the chip. 

That was it.

The chip; the same device that slowed her regeneration back in that specific moment in China. 

The virus in her may be hindered because of its entire concentration on attempting to get rid of the tracker, but the virus was still a virus.

It still worked.

She could put it to good use – and save a life. After all, she didn’t believe she deserved one. Not after everything she had done.

So Ah tried again, swallowing up her sobs as she reached for the pane. Her hand shook at the fiery pain, biting down her cries as she yanked it out with a gasp. She panted heavily, feeling the virus in her rush to her wound – and her chip cracked again at another failed attempt to reboot.

She looked up at Leon, bottom lip trembling as she internally prayed for her thigh to patch up as fast as possible. She can’t lose him – not after what she did to him. She had already lost too much. 

A moment stuck in time as her screams and cries echoed in her head along with a long-missed voice; You don’t deserve this… They don’t deserve you. This is not your fault.

God, screw waiting for this virus.

Her eyes bulged open at Leon dodging another punch from Arias – then everything slowed down. It only took less than a second to act but it felt like an eternity.

“Leon, no!”

That was the last thing Leon heard before he was shoved aside. He hit the ground with a grunt. Then something rang in his ears – a scream.

So Ah’s throat burned at her shriek, body audibly cracking under Arias’ grip. Blood was streaming from the half-closed wound in her thigh as tears rushed down her angry eyes.

“Shit!” Leon quickly got up, taking out his gun but Arias pulled the same move as he did with Chris before. 

But god did Leon want to take the risk – yet he knew better.

“Not another step, Kennedy.” Arias threatened, more dull cracking sounds echoing when her ribs broke in, sending her gasping and coughing out blood.

Her whole body was trembling at the pain, having one of her arms pinned to her body, as the crimson substance rolled from the corner of her lips. She didn’t say anything, whimpering and muffling her cries, trying to keep a strong face.

“All this love for someone you’ve abandoned and left behind. It’s almost pathetic,” Arias tilted his head to the side with an unsettling smile, “You’ve had the wedding I’ve dreamt of, but you threw it away like it was nothing. All for revenge. You and me, we’re alike.”

"You're crazy!" So Ah’s teary eyes grew harsher, gritting through her teeth at his words, “I’m not like you. I'll never be like you!”

“Yet look at you,” He continued, turning her to look at Leon as if showing off his new toy, “Still willing to put your life on the line for him. Love can make us do crazy things, So Ah.”

Leon stared up at her with such concern, lips parted but he had nothing to say. Her hair was down, curtain bangs partially covering her shining eyes. Her hand that was pinned by her side was trembling in pain as she was trying hard not to breathe heavily, aware of the pain in her chest.

Her ring glistened around her finger. Through shimmering cinnamons, she only managed a hitched sniffle, staring down at him as if ashamed.

She could see he was racking through his brain for a way to save her. She didn’t want him to. 

“It seems like you don’t need a bomb to ruin a marriage – You can do it all by yourself.” Arias tutted, chuckling and finding amusement in seeing the married couple in pain. 

“And your poor poor family. I wonder how they’ll feel when they find out all the bloodshed you’ve done.” He turned her back to him with a grin, mocking her, “Shouldn’t change much, at least not after letting your own sister die. Killed by your own negligence.”

He let out a rumbled hum, noticing the way her wounds weren’t healing as quickly as they were supposed to, “I don’t need your virus anymore, not when I’ve got this.”

His claws protruded longlong into sharp spears and she muffled a grunt, turning her face to the side as he slid the tips of his nails down to her chin, tilting her head up. She kept her fierce glare when he brushed her hair out of her face despite waning consciousness.

"I'll spill your guts all over just to watch you regenerate again, and again, and again." Arias's bloodthirsty eyes widened with a gleam.

“Then…” So Ah coughed, wincing at the ache in her chest, and she spat at him through her pain, "You better make it count."

Despite her aim being well off her target, which was the beating heart, the flare gun hissed when she shot. It hit the face of whatever was left of Bane’s dad, the red bullet illuminated and steamed. 

Internally, she cursed but knew she was in too much pain to really shift her aim right.

Talk about being a kleptomaniac for fire-based weapons. 

Arias looked down, unimpressed but mildly surprised at the feeble attack, and looked back at her.

Externally, the corner of her lips twitched with a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

That was when propellers were heard, rumbling the air around them as the Osprey made itself known, shining its bright light on them. All three of them looked at it, our two humans squinting at it. 

“Holy shit…” DC muttered, seeing how badly injured So Ah was and his eyes darted down to the flaregun in her hand then at the glowing bullet in Arias’ left chest, “Oh, you risky mother fu – Nadia!”

The Osprey turned around to the back, allowing the raft to open wide to reveal Nadia lying on the ground behind a railgun. It was charging up, glowing brightbright blue. 

In a blink of an eye, it pierced through Arias’ shoulder, taking the head out in the process. It didn’t stop there, causing massive collateral damage as it went through several skyscrapers behind them. 

Arias groaned through gritted teeth, releasing So Ah who dropped to the ground with a yelp, hitting her side. Leon had ducked with a hiss, having felt the heat of the bullet wafting a tiny hair away from his face.

A heave emitted from her, spitting out blood onto the floor. She knew one thing – she had never ever been completely worn out from head to toe before. Every inch of her body was in fiery agony and all she wanted was to shut her eyes and wait till it was all over.

The beating of her heart was slow to her ears as she struggled to stay awake but didn’t bother to move, too afraid. Some of the blood on her wasn’t hers, but Arias’ – and she was more than sure she wanted to vomit. 

But she had been through worse.

For a moment, she let her eyes close to a sliver, and for a moment, her sister was there. She was very faint, kneeling down in front of her with a soft smile on her face. Tears sprung into So Ah’s eyes, yearning for her sister’s presence. 

She could join her and leave this world behind. All she had to do was sleep and it will all be over. She would do anything to be by Minji once again. Just shut your eyes and everything from there will be taken care of.

But stubbornness runs thick in the Han family. 

Minji gave her a knowing look and a familiar voice echoed in So Ah’s head; No rest for the weary, Soo.

“Diego!” Arias’ let out a guttural shout when he noticed his friend’s head was half missing. He charged at the Osprey, hanging onto one of the wings.

Like dandelions in the wind, the vision of her lost sister disappeared, replaced by dark brown boots she could recognize anywhere. 

A gentle hand was set on her shoulder and the other went under her cheek, lifting her head up. Both hands were covered in leather gloves but the slightly calloused fingers were free for her to feel. 

A honeyed deep voice was growing nearer and her senses were slowly returning. It was frantic. 

“C’mon, baby, look at me.” Leon urged, breathing heavily with concern-stricken azure eyes on hers, “Open your eyes.”

So Ah’s eyes fluttered open, looking up at him tiredly, “... Leon?”

His head dropped with a hefty relieved sigh, irritation masking his worry as he glared down at her, “That was an incredibly stupid plan you just pulled.”

“It… It worked…” She muttered, blinking slowly, “Didn’t it?”

Leon shook his head with a scoff, in disbelief at this point. His thumb twitched to caress her cheek and wipe away the blood tainting her skin. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, his heart speeding up at the thought of her giving in.

A maniacal laugh came from the Osprey and he tore his gaze away from her face to Arias, finding him still on the spinning aircraft with his claws deepdeep into it.

“Don’t worry about me,” So Ah winced with a whimper, “Go… Get Arias.”

Leon hesitated, not wanting to leave her behind and his eyes snapped to his motorbike on the other side of the roof. He returned his eyes to her, now determined as his arm went underneath hers, his hand resting behind her head. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, easily picking her up just enough to pull her to the glass fence. 

So Ah hitched a yelp, gasping sharply, gripping his jacket as her sounds of pain went quiet once she was leaning against the fence. Leon slowly released her head onto the glass, his eyes dead-set on her face.

“You better keep those eyes open,” He said pointedly, “This isn’t over.”

She swallowed, watching him spare Arias a glance before he ran in the opposite direction towards his bike. The engined revved, roaring to life when he turned the ignition on. The tires screeched when they zoomed across the roof. 

From her spot, she could wearily see the concentration on his face as he set his foot onto his seat and leaned forward, preparing his final plan because honestly, Arias was being a menace. Also, it was past dinner time.

Leon jumped off his Ducati, rolling on the ground with a grunt as the motorbike zipped through the fence, shattering the glass. It launched straight at Arias in the chest, the momentum keeping it there just long enough for Leon to stand up.

He whipped out his magnum, piercing Arias with his sharpsharp eyes, narrowing down his brows with lips forming a snarl and – you guessed it – a witty one-liner. 

“Catch.”

The Ducati exploded into flames, the impact making Arias release the Osprey. It charred off half of his body, Diego’s face gone completely as he started falling. His claws extended to pin them to the building and the others to the military aircraft, forcing DC to stabilise the plane and keep Arias up much to his dismay. 

Leon stared down at Arias looking up at him with a bloody and strained laugh. 

This guy really doesn’t know how to take a hint.

Chris finally showed up, shooting a quick look at So Ah who was close to dozing off. He stopped for a moment, but she barely waved him off. 

“Kept him busy.” She mumbled, almost coyly. 

He held back a snicker, rushing up to the edge next to Leon and he aimed his gun at Arias’ glowing chest. 

“Bye-bye, asshole.” 

Men and their one-liners.

With that, he pulled the trigger, sending the grenade launching through the air and lodging itself into his heart. A guttural scream came from Arias before it detonated, the explosion wiping him out completely but his claws. 

The Osprey tilted and moved away once the heavyweight was gone. Bits and pieces of whatever was left of the heartbroken – insane – man fell to the street below. A silver wedding ring rolled to the stop right next to the clumps of flesh. 

So Ah stared at the black smoke reaching the skies and from what she could tell from Chris and Leon sharing a look, she knew it was over. 

It was finally over.

Her head lolled to the side, her broken arm dropping to her side as she breathed out a laboured sigh through her red-tinted lips when Chris ran past her to Rebecca. He must’ve gotten the vaccine for her. 

The virus within her was already working on patching her up, her body being pushed way past its limits. It was bound to suck. 

Leon went up to her, going down to one knee in front of the quietly breathing girl. From what he could see, she was still horribly injured with little to no progress of her regenerative ability taking over. He stared at her apprehensively and she felt it, huffing lightly. 

“What; is there something on my face?” So Ah joked before flinching, her other hand holding onto her side, muffling her whimper. 

Leon didn’t laugh, “You’re not healing.”

She didn’t look at him nor say anything, staying quiet – she really didn’t know what to tell him. She didn’t have a scientific reason other than the virus was being hindered back by the chip. The tracker wasn’t doing anything but it was foreign to the body – therefore, foreign to the pathogen. It didn’t belong in the human anatomy. 

“Why isn’t the virus working?” Leon asked, keeping his eyes on her.

“It…” She started to explain, “It just needs time… It’s been doing that for a while.”

“It usually doesn’t take that long.” He countered.

She barely shrugged, “It does now… Guess even viruses got an expiration date.”

Something within Leon understood how So Ah must’ve felt about him making jokes when he’d be drunk out of his mind or injured. Like the time she had to drag him out of her falling Green Life facility, he was still making light-hearted comments here and there.

Leon frowned deeply before getting closer to her, growing frustrated at the wall she had built. 

“Why did you do it?” He pressed on, needing to know, “Why did you save me knowing your body won’t patch itself up?”

So Ah stared at the ground, blinking lazily; because I still care about you, idiot.

Tilting her head in his direction, she looked up at him, “Guilty conscious I guess… Also, don’t put words in my mouth.” She shot back, her voice hazy, “I never said the virus stopped working – it just… It needs a longer time.”

The Osprey shined its light on them, hovering in front of the building. DC and Nadia were more than okay, minus the bleeding wound through Nadia’s shoulder. DC saluted Chris with a smile. 

With Rebecca saved at the last minute, all that was left was the rest of the city. Chris looked over at Leon and So Ah with a grateful nod. 

“One more thing left to do,” He told them, directing his attention to the girl on the ground, “You up for it?”

God, why can’t they just let me sleep?

“Yeah,” So Ah tried to stand up, alerting Leon to her wobbly state and he quickly held her, hands on the small of her back. 

Her heart thudded against his, hitching a faint gasp when her legs gave in. Her hand grasped his bicep and the other brushed by his side, hesitant to lean against him for support. 

“Sorry, I didn’t–” She whispered, attempting to move but his hold on her didn’t falter.

“Just hold onto me.” Leon reassured gently, shifting his hands to wrap her good arm over his shoulder and the other went to rest on her hip from the back, “Don’t want you passing out on me now.” 

His voice dropped to a tender and almost loving tone, “Not when we’ve got so much to talk about.”

So Ah whimpered at this, allowing her body to find leverage on his. She shut her eyes and turned her face away when Leon tilted his head down to look at her with those soft ocean blues of his.

The Osprey moved to the helipad, gradually lowering down. 

She wasn’t going to admit it anytime soon as she knew Leon was aware of it too. She wanted his help; just this once.

And he was more than ready to be there for her again. 

#canon x oc #oc x canon #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil vendetta #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy #resident evil fandom #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon scott kennedy #leon scott kennedy smut #oc x leon kennedy

[labrxnth]

Prison Break- Part 5 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

CW: Death Island spoilers, suicidal thoughts/tendencies

WC: 5350 (whoops)

Summary: You and your co-worker Leon Kennedy are sent on a mission to rescue a kidnapped robotic engineer Dr. Antonio Taylor. The journey for him leads the two of you to somewhere you thought you would never go, Alcatraz.

A/n: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. I graduated my students, I fell ill, and I had an ADHD fueled hyperfixation on a specific pale elf made by Larion Studios so here it finally it. I hope the length makes up for the month of silence.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

January 27th, 2015 

You and Leon had been working together for a year and a half. Last year, you two defeated Glen Arias alongside Chris Redfield and Rebecca Chambers. This year, things were relatively quiet. You hated to say it, but it was quiet. 

You were sitting at your desk that was against the wall in now you and Leon’s shared office. A crate of ice coffee was melting, the condensation dripping from the cups onto the top of your desk. Glancing at the clock, you bit your lip. Normally, Leon would be out of a meeting with the President within an hour, but it was now an hour and 15 minutes, something was up. 

And with it being quiet lately, you could only speculate another big mission was popping up. 

The door opened and Leon walked into the office, looking exhausted and drained. Over the past half a year he had really pulled himself together. His eyes looked more present, less glossed over. He had grown his hair out more, stopped dying it, and styled it like he used to when you first joined. He was also very proud that he started lifting again, something he said that he did all the time in his 20s. 

And all that personal care paid off, because even though he was exhausted from his meeting, he still looked gorgeous. You thought he was really attractive when you joined the D.S.O. and even last year when he had lost a bit of weight and had his depressed alcoholic arc. But you didn’t know just how attractive he could be, and it still amazed you. 

“Are you going to tell me… or….” You said and looked at him. 

He took his coffee out of the tray on your desk and pat your head. Your eyes trailed him to his desk. 

“We have another mission coming up,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat down. He took a sip of his coffee and relaxed in his chair. 

Leon had told you multiple times about his relationship with the past few presidents. Apparently, President Graham scared him shitless when he “asked” Leon to rescue his daughter and he was intimidated by him until his terms ended. President Benford was like a mentor to him and helped found the D.S.O. with Leon; they were pretty close until Leon had to kill him a few years ago. Now, Leon was drained from all the politics of the new guy. 

You smiled to yourself a little bit because you were right about the mission. “You know that’s just watered down coffee, right?” You asked, looking at his iced americano, trying to lighten the mood.

He looked at you from his desk, almost scoffing in reply. “Like I’m gonna take coffee advice from you. You’d guzzle the grounds if you could,” He said, turning his attention back to the folder in his hands. 

You sat there with your mouth open, not knowing how to reply to that. Closing your mouth, you turned back to your laptop, typing away at a case file. 

“We have to go to New York,” Leon said after a few seconds of silence. “We’re going to attend an upcoming biology summit and check in on a few things.” 

“Meaning, there’s a potential virus being sold?” You asked. The past few months after dealing with Arias had been mostly doing work for the government, so bounty hunting and few and far between B.O.W. hunting. 

Leon nodded and your heart jumped with excitement. It was kind of morbid to put it this way, but you loved work like this. This was why you joined the D.S.O.

“We’ll be undercover so be on your best behavior,” Leon said. 

“Yessir,” you said and jokingly saluted. 

“And another thing…. We’ll be undercover as a couple… so try to pretend like you like me,” Leon said and grinned. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

January 30, 2015

Ingrid’s eyes trailed up and down your figure, looking at the dress and seeing if it complimented your skin tone and hair color. The D.S.O. was providing the wardrobe for the mission, the racks of dresses they had filled you and Leon’s office. 

When the racks were brought in, Ingrid didn’t explain why the D.S.O. had so many when you and Sherry were technically the only female agents. She also kicked Leon out of the office so she could help you try on the dresses and pick out the one. 

You were standing in the middle of the office, a burgundy coloured dress hugging your figure. The bodice had straps that fell off the shoulder, corset ribbing, and enough cleavage to make your mother pass out while still keeping it classy. The bottom hugged your figure on one side and had a long slit on the other, trailing up to your thigh. It felt Greek and Romantic, while also being modern. 

You felt like a million bucks. 

“Wow,” Ingrid said, looking over you again. “With your hair and makeup done, you could probably get it at the summit,” she added and chuckled. 

You looked down at the dress. “Why does the D.S.O. have this?” You asked again, clearly stuck on the question. Sherry Birkin hadn’t been back from traveling for a mission in years, and she was pretty young, so it genuinely made no sense to you. 

“Does it matter?” Ingrid replied. “The D.S.O. keeps them just in case. A lot of times they’re purchased for the mission. Tax write offs and stuff.”

You nodded in reply, letting Ingrid touch up the dress a little bit. 

“This will go nicely with what Leon’s wearing…” she said, mentally taking notes. She walked over to a box and pulled out a pair of heels higher than you had ever worn before. 

“Are you trying to get my ankle snapped in half?” You asked and looked at her in shock. 

“You’ve worn heels before, what’s a few more inches? And they’re designer, when else will you get a chance to wear them?” She asked. 

If you weren’t in awe of the shoes, you would have glared at her. “True…” you trailed off and tried the heels on. 

“Okay, now take everything off and I’ll pack them away,” Ingrid said and turned around so you could change. 

After handing the dress and shoes to her, you put your regular clothes on, feeling less like a million bucks. Ingrid put the dress and shoes in a suitcase along with a box of jewelry. 

“Alright… I’ll leave these with you. Good luck,” She said and smiled at you. 

You walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. No amount of hugs could make up for her landing you this job, or even just being your friend when you got lost in the sea of USSTRATCOM agents. But still, it was the thought that counted.

The two of you hugged each other for a good while, making a silent promise to work hard and for you to make it back in one piece. “I’ll try not to drive you insane this time,” you said and smiled at her. 

“You know better than making promises you can’t keep,” she replied and chuckled. The two of you broke the hug. 

The room was littered with clothing racks and  discarded dresses. “I’ll help you bring the racks back,” You said, looking around the room. 

“Don’t bother, I’ll have it done in two trips tops. And you need to get going, check in time for the hotel ends at 11pm,” she said. 

You nodded and picked up your bag and suitcase. “Talk to you later,” you said and gave her a toothy, warm, smile as you walked out the door. 

Walked through the D.S.O. office, you made your way to your locker, grabbing the duffel bag you carried around on missions. It had your knives, guns, and pretty much a small armory in it. 

“Ready to get going?” Leon asked, walking up next to you to go through his locker. 

“Yup,” you replied, slinging the duffel bag over your shoulder. 

“Let’s get going then,” he said, smiling at you. 

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January 31, 2015

“Name?” 

“Nathalie Oakes,” you replied, confident in your fake persona. The two of you, you and Leon were putting the finishing touches on your outfits. With a job like this, all of the details mattered, how he cuffed his sleeves, what you wore for jewelry, everything. 

“My name?” Leon asked, fixing the collar of his blazer and undershirt. He was wearing a suit that was matching the dress shade, his blazer and undershirt being the same shade. His tie was black and so were the pants. The way he had his shirt and blazer, the shirt was unbuttoned a little bit so his chest was slightly out. Almost like he had cleavage, which if you were honest he kind of did. That man worked on his chest like he was paid to do it. 

“Edward Wingate,” you answered. Your fingers gently pulled the top off of the velvet covered jewelry box, staring at the almost blinding gold necklace. Picking it up, you were trying to figure out how to clasp and unclasp it with your nails.

Ingrid had treated you to a manicure the other day. Adorning your fingertips were acrylics, nude colored and almond shaped. When you had asked how to shoot or fight in them, you were met with snickers and were told to figure it out yourself. 

So you did. Spending the last few days in the shooting ring and training rooms, making sure you were confident in your abilities with the nails on your hands. A chuckle came from behind you and Leon’s hand gently grabbed the necklace. “Need help?” He asked. 

You nodded in reply and pulled your hair up so he could put the necklace on you. 

“It's funny, I’ve seen you kick ass hundreds of times and you’re getting stuck on trying to put a necklace on,” He said, the everpresent teasing fronting his voice. 

“It’s these damn nails. I have so much respect for people that function with these things. And I can still kick your ass with these on,” You retorted, earning another chuckle from the man behind you. 

Looking at the mirror, you saw a reflection of a life you could only dream of. A woman dressed up to the nines and her partner helping with her jewelry. The juxtaposition to what your reality was was almost taunting. Where there were ivory colored gloves in the mirror, there was usually blood; yours and others’. The hair that fell smoothly like silk sat on top of the head that was filled with nightmares. Nothing in the mirror was a true reflection, except for the man behind you. 

You dreamed of finding the one person who got you, emotionally and physically. One who always had your back and would be there for you on the nights where you remembered the blood filled apartment in Manchester. Leon was the one person in your life who could quell the cold isolation, the icy, crushing feeling of your past. He didn’t know about your feelings for him, he couldn’t. 

Even if the feelings for him overwhelmed you in only a way that a full symphonic orchestra could. His smile made the world feel a little brighter, his laughter made life sweeter, He was like honey added to coffee, something that made a bitter drink sweet and a different palate. 

“Alright, done,” Leon said and pat your shoulder lightly. 

Your eyes looked at the gold adorning your neck and you smiled. “Thanks,” you said warmly and turned around to get the purse that matched your dress. The feeling of someone staring at you made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, something you had from the STRATCOM training. 

Looking in the mirror to your left you saw Leon staring at you, something that happened quite a bit, but this time it was differently charged. Something was fueling the look on his face, but as usual, he was hard to read. He noticed you looking at him in the reflection of the mirror and he turned his face towards the wall, pretending like he wasn't staring at you.

“You ready?” You asked, willing to ignore that he was blatantly staring at you. 

“Yeah,” He replied and grabbed his Sentinel 9, sliding it into his blazer and through his shoulder holster under the jacket. 

Turning towards your bed, you grabbed your holster, fastening it to your thigh under the dress. The slit was on the other thigh so it wouldn’t reveal the holster. 

“Ready Miss Oakes?” Leon mused, holding his arm out for you. 

“Ready Mr. Wingate,” You replied, smiling a bit and taking his arm. This all felt wrong, but right at the same time. What would it feel like if instead of a mission, this was your reality? What if instead of heaving Edward Wingate on your side you had Leon Kennedy? It was jarring, as jarring as the emotions you had been trying to sort out the last few months. Swimming somewhere between your heart and your brain were your complicated emotions. 

They really weren’t complicated, your situation was. 

If Leon wasn’t your coworker and technically your superior, you would’ve tried to go for it, but the reality was that your lives could get messy. You didn’t want him to potentially get in trouble for fraternization, you didn’t want your relationship to change if there was rejection, and most importantly you didn’t want either of your potential deaths to hurt more. 

If you left your feelings unsaid, the chance of you or Leon dying wouldn’t sting as much. So, your feelings were buried between your tight lips, unspoken and never going to be explored.

“You okay? You seem lost in thought,” Leon said, his eyes meeting yours. The clicks of your high heels and his shoes were echoing through the hall on the way to the elevator. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking about the mission,” You replied as the two of you stepped into the elevator. Your gloved finger pressed the 6 button.

“Our target is a potential C-virus sample. Most of the summit will be held on the 6th floor and a lot of the vendors will be here starting tomorrow. Tonight is the dinner party that starts off the summit. Everyone will be busy socializing and drinking,” Leon reminded you. 

“Meaning tonight is our best bet to get in and out unnoticed,” You said, smiling. 

“Meaning, our job will be a lot easier if we get it tonight,” He said. 

The elevator opened to the 6th floor, warm yellow lights illuminating the space. The room was open, the venue taking up the whole floor. Across the walls were floor to ceiling windows, the city lights coloring the dark horizon and sky. The floor was dark wood, glossy in finish, and the ceiling was an off gray color with golden details. All over the room were circular tables with chairs around them, the tables adorned with empty champagne glasses, cutlery, napkins, plates, and candles. 

“I feel like I don’t belong here,” You said quietly. The last undercover mission you went on was almost the polar opposite of this. 

“Don’t let them make you feel inferior. They’ll see through the disguise,” Leon assured you as you two walked into the room more. “And don’t sell yourself short. More importantly, don’t let rich assholes sell yourself short. You’re worth more than everything in this room put together,” He added. 

You smiled a bit, redness slightly painting the tips of your ears. “Thanks for the confidence boost. I’ll make sure to put this down as one of the only times you were sweet to me,” You said, looking at him. He opened his lips to say something, but closed them as someone was making their way over to you two with a clipboard. 

“Good evening, I presume you’re here for the North Eastern Biotech Summit?” The man said. He was dressed in a usual black tie suit. He stood around 5’11”, being only a few inches taller than Leon and looked to be around your age. 

You didn’t miss how Leon almost changed into a completely new person with his energy level and atmosphere. You also didn’t miss how his arm suddenly snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him. The corners of your mouth upturned into a warm friendly smile at the contact and the man in front of the two of you. 

It was all for the mission, that’s what you convinced yourself. Being a couple, that was for the mission, but enjoying it? That wasn’t part of the mission. 

“Of course! Edward Wingate, and this is my lovely fiancé, soon to be Mrs. Wingate,” Leon said, his voice sounding like silk. As he spoke, he pulled you close to him, squeezing the two of you in a side hug. 

The man in front of the two of you checked his clipboard, his eyes skimming down the list of names on his sheet. His eyes lit up when he saw the two names you presented. 

“Ah yes, Mr. Wingate and Ms. Oakes,” He replied, putting the clipboard down and gesturing to a table. “Let me help you find your seat,” He added. The two of you followed the man to a table in the corner of the room. 

As you got closer to the table, you tried to process all the people here, their fancy clothes, and their arm candies. The people paired with the lights, and the complete lack of smell in the room was almost too much for you to handle. 

Leon and you sat down at the table, your hands immediately going to the glass filled with water. The cool liquid made its way down your throat and relief was evident on your face. As you put your glass down, another couple sat next to Leon, their outfits as extravagant as the venue. There was a man and a woman, the woman looking slightly older than the man. 

“Hello! You weren’t here last year, it’s always good to meet a new supporter,” The woman said and outstretched her hand to Leon. After they shook hands, she outstretched the same hand to you, which you took as elegantly as you could. 

“Finally got invited to join in on the summit this year. We’re excited to see what the latest developments in biotech are,” Leon replied, smiling at the two of them. He lightly put his hand on your thigh, the warmth spreading through your body. If you were drinking, you would have almost choked on the water. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Blaire, this is Ambrose,” The woman said and gestured to the young man next to her. Looking at his hand, you could see the two of them were engaged, the gold engagement rings sparkling. You slid your hand onto the tablecloth, so the two of them could observe that you and Leon were also “engaged”. 

“Pleasure’s all mine, Im Edward, this is Nathalie,” Leon gestured to you, almost showing you off. Your mind wandered off to thinking about what if it was Leon who was showing you off, not Edward showing off Nathalie. Could you ever make him proud to introduce other people to you?

“The summit this year is said to be the biggest yet,” Blaire said. Her midnight blue dress was stunning against her skin. The gold jewelry could catch anyone’s eyes. 

“That so? It certainly is a special night,” Leon said and chuckled a bit. You were surveying the room, seeing where the wait staff and other people were coming out of, making it look like you were taking in the decor. 

A frazzled worker coming out a door directly across the room from your table caught your eye. From your seat, you could see shelves and what looked like a storage room, or a green room that the items being showcased in could stay while waiting for tomorrow. 

Your eyes glanced back over to the couple sitting next to Leon and you smiled warmly at them, playing the role of the pretty arm candy that didn’t talk much. 

“We’re going to the bar for a few drinks, want to come?” Ambrose asked warmly and gestured to the bar on the opposite end of the room. It was close to the storage room you saw earlier.

Before Leon could object, you spoke for the two of you. “Of course,” You replied with a smile. 

As the two of them got up, Leon looked at you, his eyes asking for an explanation. Giving him a look back, your eyes told him, trust me, I have a plan already. He nodded in acknowledgement and you two got up, following Blaire and Ambrose. 

The four of you got to the bar counter and you looked up at Leon. “Hey, honey, I’m gonna head to the bathroom, could you just get me a vodka lemonade?” You asked and held his elbow lightly. 

Leon’s eyes twinkled a little bit, him knowing what you were really saying. “Of course, I’ll hold your drink for you,” He said. Before you walked away, he leaned in and kissed the top of your head. 

Your rational side knew why he did it, it was strictly to play your parts, but the part of you that dreamt about a different life fluttered when his lips met your head. Heat ran to your face as you blushed and started walking towards the bathroom. 

If there was one thing you didn’t want, it was for Leon to see the red painted across your cheeks. Then your feelings would be questioned. 

Making sure no one was watching, you walked past the bathroom and towards the storage closet. 

The first thing you noticed about the room was that it was cold, like a walk in freezer. The next thing you noticed were the lights, they were a cold blue hue, no warmth found in them at all. The very last thing you noticed was the lack of smell. Where the scent of mildew and/or dust would be filling your noses there was nothing. Not even the various cleaners on the shelf were creating a smell. 

Looking around the room, you saw various gadgets and displays set up for the summit. Each piece was on its own roll out table,but one in particular caught your eye. On a smaller display table, there was a closed briefcase. If you were lucky, the vial containing the virus sample would be in there, if not, you would have to survive more socializing. 

Walking over to it, your eyes traced over the case, looking for any signs of vents or anything else that could be a trap. Clearing the case, you brought your finger up to your earpiece. 

“Condor 2 to Roost, I found the delivery. Am I cleared to grab it?” You asked.  

“Condor 2, good job. You’re cleared to grab it,” Ingrid’s voice rang out in your earpiece. 

You nodded to yourself and studied the case again, making sure it wasn’t trapped. Flicking the clasps open, you saw the vial. Inside of the small glass container was a red substance that looked almost sticky. Reaching out to it, your hand went to grab it. 

Suddenly, you felt a strong sting of heat course through your hand. Smelling a burning sort of smell, you ripped your hand away from the glass and looked at it, seeing a second degree burn forming through the glove you were wearing. Snickering in annoyance, you bunched up both of your gloves and picked up the vial, stuffing it in your purse and thinking of a way to conceal the burn on your hand. 

Walking out of the storage room, you made your way back to Leon and the others getting their drinks. Leon went to hand you your glass, but his eyes immediately caught on to the burned palm of your hand. His eyebrow raised in questioning and the look you gave in response didn’t ease his worries. 

“Well, it’s been good to meet you two, I think Nathalie is feeling rather ill. We’re gonna head back to our room,” Leon said, looking over at the two he had walked to the bar with. 

Blaire and Ambrose nodded in respect and left to go back to the table. Leon’s eyes went back to your hand, concern written across his face. 

“You gonna tell me what happened?” He asked. 

“I suggest that we get back to the room then have this conversation before the sample vial burns a hole through my purse,” You retorted quietly and walked with him. 

The two of you slipped out of the party, unnoticed, just like how you had gotten in. The job was as easy as Hunnigan had said, in and out, and other than the burn on your hand you both came out unscathed. 

“We’re talking and walking,” Leon said as the two of you got out of the elevator, walking down the hallway to your room. His voice told you that he wasn’t asking, more telling you that you two were going to talk. 

“The glass burned my hand, that was it, everything else was fine,” You replied as you made your way to the door to your room. 

“I’m patching that up when we get inside,” Leon said, again leaving no room for debate. 

“Fine,” You mumbled and swiped the keycard, opening the door. 

The two of you walked in, you immediately getting out of your heels and leaving them by the door. You were about to head into the shower, before Leon closed the bathroom door from behind you. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was staring intently at you. 

“Before anything, I’m fixing that hand of yours,” He said, his breath hot on your neck. You turned around, looking him in the face. 

“I want to get out of my makeup and this dress,” You replied, a slight whine in your tone. 

“You’ll get to later,” He said, almost pulling you to the bed. Begrudgingly, you sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him walk to the bathroom. While you were getting ready, earlier today, you didn’t notice how soft the bedsheets were. The silk pooled under your fingers, wanting to lull you to sleep. 

Leon returned from the bathroom, with a bowl filled with water, a first aid kit, and a couple hand towels. Your face scrunched a bit, uncomfortable with the idea of someone doing something that you could do yourself. 

“Leon, I’ll be fine. I can bandage myself up after I get changed,” You said, trying to quell him. However, one of the things that you had learned early on while working with Leon Kennedy was that he never walked away from someone needing help, no matter how small or big the need was. 

The bed dipped as he sat next to you, pulling your hand so that it was face up on his thigh. “And what happens when you don’t fix it and you get scarring or can’t use your hand as well as you used to? This is your shooting hand, don’t be stubborn,” He insisted. 

“‘Don’t be stubborn?’ That’s rich coming from you,” You replied, eyes scrunched together waiting for the pain of him putting your hand in the bowl of cold water. 

Where you expected there to be pain from the water, there was relief. Part of you wished that it was running water, but the other part of you knew it might’ve been rough on the freshly buried skin. 

“Just relax, I’ll take good care of you,” Leon said, his hands going to open the first aid kit. 

“That really makes me feel better,” You said back snarkily. 

“Good to hear that you didn’t lose your sense of humor,” 

“I got a burn on my hand, I didn’t get impaled,” 

Leon chuckled a little bit and took your hand out of the bowl, putting it down on one of the hand towels. “I thought I trained you to say ‘thank you’ when someone helps,” He replied, a glint of teasing in his eyes. 

“You didn’t teach me shit other than how to shotgun a beer,” You replied, a smirk on your face. 

Leon’s small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh. “Fair, fair,” He replied and started to bandage your hand. “Good eye, seeing where the displays were held. The job was easy thanks to you.”

“Is that praise from Leon Kennedy?” You asked, feigning shock. “Oh my god, the world is ending.”

“Hey, I give you enough praise,” He retorted and lighting wrapped the bandages around your hand, lightly tying them. “Okay, your hand is all set and will be as pretty as it usually is soon,” He added with a toothy grin. 

“Thanks,” You said and looked at the bandaging, your voice softening. 

“Before you change, I have something else for you,” Leon said, walking over to the fridge in the room. Your eyes followed him and watched him pull a box out of the fridge and a large bottle of sparkling cider. 

“What’s the occasion?” You asked as he walked back to the bed with two forks and two flutes. 

“It’s January 31st….” Leon trailed off.

“Oh,” You replied softly and looked at the box. Leon opened it up and revealed a tiramisu cake, simple and plain, just like you liked it. 

“I’m sorry you had to be on a mission tonight, but our lives are what they are,” He said and handed you a fork. “I know you like tiramisu cake and you hate most types of alcohol so I got you some goodies,” He added with a soft smile.

“Thank you, I haven’t had anyone to spend tonight with for a long time,” You replied, taking the fork and flute. 

“Before we eat, actually, I think it’s a waste that we didn’t get to dance while in these fancy ass clothes,” Leon stood up, walking to the radio in the room and putting on a classical music station. 

“I don’t know how to dance,” You said. 

“If you can fight, you can dance, it’s pretty much the same thing,” He replied and held his hand out to you. 

“You say that now, but you won't be laughing when I step on your foot,” You warned, taking his hand with your good one and standing up. Leon laughed in reply and pulled you close to him, his hand finding a respectful spot on your waist. 

“How do I put up with you?” He asked dramatically, his eyes sparkling with humor. 

“I should be asking that question,” You replied. “Maybe, we were meant to annoy the shit out of each other.”

The two of you chuckled as you swayed together to the music. Leon’s eyes never left yours and the way he was looking at you felt… intimate. Like you were the only person in the world to him and you were all he wanted. 

“Happy birthday, (Y/n),” He said after a few seconds of silence and smiled. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Present Day

You saw Leon’s mouth moving on the other side of the prison cell bars, but couldn’t hear a word he was saying. His blue eyes were staring at you, squeezing shut in a grimace every few seconds. If you were going to get infected after all the missions the two of you had gone through, you were happy that at least you could lose your minds together. Nothing else mattered to you other than the feeling of closeness you two had in the moment and your fingers laced together through the jail cell bars. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

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The Betrayer | Chapter Four: Now You Know

Nothing is fine.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Death Mention

Notes: Chapter 4 is here! I am... so sorry... for how angsty this is, but also no I'm not. I made myself cry writing this, and hope the emotions come across as intended. Also, I know Lucky is a reader insert, but I really just wanted to give her a backstory and personality. I even envision her in my head in a very specific way lol. Hope you don't mind the lack of ambiguity because bringing her character to life has been such a joy. I am so in love with Chris Redfield it makes me look stupid. Wesker lovers, I promise our boy is coming. It is a slow-burn fic, and I needed/wanted to set up the world and give a lot of information before things take off. I put a lot of work into the worldbuilding though, so I hope you like it as I drop bits and pieces of that and explain it as I go. This story does have a set plot, but I'm keeping the chapters kinda fast and loose so I can make things up as I go. Chapter 5 is in the works. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading this installment as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please leave a comment if you can, the feedback is always good for the writing process!

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Day 1; Survivors’ Camp

Carlos let out a low whistle as you wrapped up your story. “You know what? I think Chris was right. You are one lucky girl.” 

“I just can’t believe you weren’t fired for that,” Leon scoffed, incredulous.

You chuckled. “Oh, I almost was. When I came to in the hospital, my captain absolutely chewed my ass out. So did Chris. I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of them so mad.”

“Well, if it were my girl’s life on the line, I think I’d be pretty miffed,” Carlos replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

You gave him a strange look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Could he know about–no… that’s not possible.

Carlos responded with a laugh, “Oh, just that–”

Before he could finish his sentence, the survivor who helped Chris set up the large pot over the fire cleared his throat. He was young, roughly Claire’s age, with a very dramatic coif and a long-sleeved green shirt pushed up to his elbows. Everyone turned to look at him expectantly.

He waved one hand in the air dramatically and you could see Chris roll his eyes behind him, forcing you to stifle a giggle. “Ladies and gents, dinner is served.” 

You heard various cheers and mutters of impatience at the declaration before everyone started forming a line in front of the two men. Chris was pouring the contents of the pot into a collection of mismatched bowels with a large ladle as the other survivor handed them out. 

Carlos only gave you a shrug instead of finishing his answer to you and made his way to the back of the line. You turned to Leon, exasperated, and he just offered you a sympathetic smile. 

The two of you stood, and you swayed a bit on your injured ankle. Leon was quick to grab your arm, letting you use him to steady yourself. 

“Thanks, it feels like it hurts worse every time I walk on it. Though I should probably just push through,” you said with gritted teeth, trying to find your balance without his assistance. 

“Or maybe you should stay off of it as much as possible. I can just bring you a bowl if you want.” 

You shook your head. “No, I can’t let this slow me down too much. If I’m picked for a trial tomorrow, I need to be able to walk on it. Just… give me a second to adjust.” 

“If you insist,” he replied as he watched you wince in pain. “Chris wasn’t lying when he said you were stubborn.” 

You guffawed, “Coming from him, of all people? Pot meet kettle. He’s probably the most stubborn person I know, and that’s coming from someone who worked with cops for a decade.” 

There was a small, amused grin on Leon’s face. “Yeah, I’m aware. But I think all of us have to be at least a little stubborn to make it in a place like this. Keeps the morale up, I guess.” 

He helped you hobble over to the line, which was dissipating quickly. The hungry survivors spread out to the many seats scattered around the clearing, talking animatedly to each other. It was so lively and pleasant compared to the heaviness that persisted before and during the trial. It was like they were celebrating moving past another day, and you couldn’t blame them. 

When the two of you reached the end, the last to get your food except for the men serving it, you pulled away from Leon to stand on your own. “I think I can manage now, thank you. Go on ahead of me.”

“If you’re sure,” he said, almost reluctantly. You waved him forward and he begrudgingly stepped up to get a bowl before leaving you to it.

You limped up to the survivor in front of you and he offered you a concerned look. “You, uh, gonna be okay there, lady?”

“Yeah. Believe it or not, I’ve had worse days.” You were only half-lying.

He smiled as he gave you your food. “You must be Lucky, right?” 

You groaned as you pinned Chris with a dirty look over the younger man’s shoulder. Chris pretended not to notice.

“I can’t seem to escape that nickname,” you told the survivor. “Even in this nightmare world, it follows me.” 

He chuckled lightly. “Well, I think it’s cute. And it suits you.” 

“Shouldn’t the patron be giving compliments to the chef and not the other way around?” you replied, taking a sip from the bowl.

The stew was hot and burned your mouth a bit, but it was delicious, whatever was in it. Maybe that was the hunger talking, though.

“Just the sous-chef, this time. I’m Steve, by the way.” He offered you his hand and you shook it.

“Well, Steve, it’s nice to meet you.” You glanced around at the others as you retracted your arm. “I guess I have my work cut out for me getting to know everyone.” 

“I wouldn’t sweat it too much,” he assured, grabbing his own bowl from Chris now that they were the last two left. “We live in pretty close quarters, and we’re all bound to end up in a trial together, eventually.”

“I guess that makes it easier,” you mumbled. 

“You know, if you want to socialize, you can come eat with me and my friends.”

You glimpsed at Chris to see what he thought about that, and he just shrugged, as if to say, ‘Up to you.’

You returned your attention back to Steve. “Sure. I’d like to get a head start on making introductions anyway.” 

“Cool, follow me.” 

You gave Chris a half-assed salute and he waved you off as he headed to wherever he planned to eat his meal. You trailed after your new friend. 

Steve led you to a long table at the far side of the clearing, a group of kids in their late teens sitting in the surrounding assortment of chairs. Rebecca and Claire were there, apparently already companions with the others. 

You felt rather old standing in front of these teenagers, being roughly a decade older than most of them, but it reminded you of the times you had to entertain your little brother and his friends over the years. It was almost nostalgic.

“I know Chris said so earlier, but this is Lucky,” Steve spoke, introducing you.

“You already know Claire and Rebecca. Obviously,” he stated, sweeping his hand towards them. He then pointed across the table at a girl wearing a striped sweater and the boy who sat next to her in a dark jacket. “But this is Nancy and Jonathan. We came here together.”

He then referred to a young woman in a blue button-up, a sad-looking girl with short dark hair, another girl in a beanie and a flannel, and a boy with messy hair who looked like he’d never slept a day in his short life, “That’s Laurie, Cheryl, Nea, and Quinten. They came alone.”

You waved–some of them either returning the favor or nodding to acknowledge your presence–and sat down between Steve and Claire.

“So how’d you get injured?” Quentin asked conversationally as you slurped at the stew in your grasp. 

Before you could swallow and reply, Nea interjected with a distinctly European accent, “I heard she was chased down by a giant spider.”

Claire jumped in, “The spider didn’t give her the injuries. Ghost Face did.” 

“You got away?” Jonathan questioned, looking surprised. 

“She didn’t just get away. She killed him,” Claire corrected, looking slyly at you.

“Bullshit!” Nea exclaimed, crossing her arms. “Nobody’s downed a killer on their own. Especially not their first night in the realm. That’s impossible.” 

“Well, believe it, Nea. She did. She’s a badass.”

“It’s not like you were there. She could be lying.” 

“I know her! She’s not a liar!”

“I know you’re only defending her cos she’s screwing your brother.” 

You spit your food out onto the table, everyone who was intently listening to the bickering between the two girls quickly turning to you. You wiped your face with the back of your hand. “Excuse me?” 

“Nea, that was too far,” Nancy warned before addressing you. “If it is true you killed Ghost Face, I think that’s really impressive.”

“Yeah, if you could manage that, you might be able to help us get out of trials alive more often,” Jonathan added, wrapping an arm around the girl. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Steve tense up. 

Drama, much, you thought.

Nea rolled her eyes. “Better that than get in the way, at least.” 

The group half-heartedly agreed and the discussion moved swiftly to different topics. 

You watched on in amusement as you witnessed the typical teenage bullshittery unfold before you. 

There was the weird tension between Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy on one side of the table, though Nancy seemed to be avoiding it by conversing with Laurie. On the other end, Nea and Claire bickered good-naturedly, Quentin looked like he wasn’t all there, and Rebecca and Cheryl, who sat side-by-side, were quietly talking amongst themselves. 

Steve noticed your silence as he glanced over at you, leaning in to whisper, “I know it's a weird bunch, but we all have each other’s backs.” 

You smiled, appreciating that despite everything, at least these kids got some form of normalcy. 

If only they didn’t have to be here at all.

The thought of your brother being stuck in a place like this was more painful than you could bear to imagine. Chris must have been devastated when he realized Claire was trapped here too. Your heart ached for him.

Suddenly, a hush fell over the clearing and you all turned to face the campfire. Standing on the other side, illuminated by the flames, was a young blonde woman wearing cowgirl boots and cut-off jean shorts. Her entire left arm was covered in a floral tattoo, leading from her shoulder down to her wrist, where a beat-up old guitar was held aloft in her hand.

“That’s Kate,” Laurie informed you. “She was a singer before she was brought here. She doesn’t do performances every night, though, so you’re lucky to get to see it so soon!” 

“Well, it is her name, isn't it?” Nea snarked. 

Laurie only gave her an exasperated look. 

“It’s a special night, y’all. We have a new survivor here with us, and I think we should all give her a warm welcome! This is for Lucky!” Kate called out. 

Every single person in the camp turned to look at you—some smiling, some curious. You felt incredibly exposed by the attention. 

Steve clapped your shoulder and you heard Carlos wolf-whistle from across the clearing. Jill reached over and smacked him on the arm. He had the audacity to look wounded by the playful action. 

The campsite went quiet again when Kate started strumming her guitar. After a few chords, she began to sing. 

It was possibly the most beautiful and captivating voice you’d ever heard, even though you didn’t recognize the lyrics. 

Looking around you, it was clear everyone else felt the same way, their eyes glued to the woman who swayed and tapped her foot as she crooned her sad but hopeful melody. 

When she finished, there was thunderous applause that echoed off the walls of the encampment. 

She bowed, her face flushed by the reaction, before she spoke again, “This next one’s a dance song! I want everyone to get up and groove!” 

There was a flurry of movement as a bunch of people stood and made their way to the middle of the camp, taking partners with them. Claire strode over to Leon to ask him to dance, and you saw him rub the back of his neck sheepishly as he let her pull him into the fray. 

Nancy and Jonathan went together, Steve watching them with a clenched jaw. 

He got to his feet and faced you. “You wanna dance with me?”

You gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Steve. I can barely walk, let alone dance.”

“Right, yeah. No problem,” he replied, a little embarrassed by the rejection. He turned to Laurie. “Would you?”

She smiled up at him and took his hand. “Why not?”

The others at your table sat back to watch in amusement as the large group twirled in tandem. Those who weren’t dancing were stomping their feet and clapping along.

“Care to join me?” You were startled as Chris sidled up to you, his large hand outstretched. 

He had shed his green tactical vest, revealing his white S.T.A.R.S. shirt underneath. The top few buttons were undone and you could see a small tuft of his chest hair poking through the gap. His muscles were barely contained by the snugly fit article of clothing, making you avert your gaze in embarrassment for even looking. 

Dude is built like a grizzly, you mused.

You recovered quickly and answered him, “The ankle, Redfield. I don’t think I’d be able to keep up.”

He leaned down and swiftly lifted you, setting your feet on top of his own. “Don’t worry, Lucky, I can do it for the both of us.”

You couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping you as he spun you into the shifting masses. 

You were a little shocked to see Carlos and Jill paired together nearby, as Jill had always been more of a wallflower, preferring to watch you and the others live it up at the bars and clubs your friend group often visited back home. Carlos was leading and seemed very suave about it, despite his usual air of goofiness. Jill was smiling wider than you’d ever seen as they danced, her face flushed pink in the campfire light. 

“They seem… awfully close,” you remarked to Chris.

He followed your gaze and chuckled. “You could say that. Carlos only had eyes for her the moment he got here. She clearly likes him back but won’t admit it.” 

You then saw Claire and Leon together. Claire seemed to be the one in charge and Leon, bless his soul, was stiff as a board and tripping over his own feet. They were both laughing.

“I think your lil sis has a crush,” you teased Chris, absentmindedly twirling the hair at the nape of his neck between your fingers. He shivered and you wondered if it was the chilly night air, though he had always been a furnace of man and rarely got cold. 

“I’m keeping an eye on it,” he replied with a scowl. “I know she’s an adult, but she’s still my kid sister. Leon’s a decent guy, but he has a thing for Ada. I worry Claire will get hurt.” 

“You can worry all you like, Chris, but the heart wants what it wants. You can’t protect her from everything. She needs to learn that lesson on her own if things don’t shake out.” 

He sighed, his grip on your waist tightening ever-so-slightly, “I know, I know. It’s just… so much is out of our control here. It’s hard not to double down on the ways I can protect her.”

“She’s an independent spirit, Chris. You’ll only push her away.” 

“You’re right,” he admitted, eyes meeting yours.

You grinned brightly up at him. “I always am.”

He snorted, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Lucky. I have a whole filing cabinet of times you proved yourself wrong.” 

You dropped one of your hands to press against your chest, mockingly flattered. “Aww, you keep a filing cabinet just for me?” 

“Definitely. It’s for moments like this, so I can keep you in check,” he joked.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or offended.”

“Hmm,” he thought aloud, dipping you, “probably a bit of both.”

He pulled you upright and you were pressed against him, your head resting on his broad chest. You were so close, you could hear his heartbeat under your ear, the soft rhythm of it calming to you. 

Trailing your gaze up to his face, you found an intensity in his half-lidded eyes you didn't think you had ever seen before.

You weren’t sure why, but you felt your own heart skip a beat.  

You came back to your senses when the song finally ended, those around you pulling apart and chatting excitedly. Kate started to gear up for another one, but you were utterly exhausted. Chris noticed.

“It’s been a long day, Lucky. We should go find you a room so you can get settled. You should rest,” he told you, his hand lingering against your side.

“That’s the best thing you’ve said all night.” 

He laughed and the two of you bid goodnight to those you passed by who weren’t preoccupied with dancing. 

You reached the edge of the clearing and Chris turned to you. “There’s a few empty shacks and open rooms in the facility. You can have your pick.”

You considered it for a moment. “Where are you staying?” 

“Why, you wanna be roommates?” he teased.

“No, more like neighbors. I think I’d feel… safer… knowing you’re close by,” you replied honestly. 

His gaze softened. “The group that’s from our world is staying in the facility. Most of the others are uncomfortable with sleeping there, but we don’t really mind it.”

“The facility it is, then.” 

He nodded and helped you enter the aforementioned structure, leading you down a corridor lit only by hanging lanterns, the wall lined with doors. He finally stopped and pointed to the room in front of you. “This one’s free to take. You’ll be next to Ada.”

“What about you?” you questioned out of curiosity. 

He gestured down the hall. “I’m just over there. If you ever need me at night, don’t be scared to knock on my door, got it?”

You agreed before you followed him into your new room. It was dark until Chris pulled out a matchbox from a drawer and lit a candle sitting in the shadows. As the flickering light filled the room, you took in the space before you. It was pretty drab, with cracking white walls, a stained linoleum floor, a dresser, a couple of side tables, and a bare full-size mattress on an old wooden frame.

“It isn’t much, I know, but the beds here aren’t terrible.”

“Are there any blankets around?” you asked, a bit worried you would freeze in only your S.T.A.R.S. shirt. 

“Oh, right. We tend to put extras in the dresser when a new survivor arrives. Here, I’ll help you get set up.” 

With that, the two of you made quick work of covering the mattress with some worn, moth-eaten bedding. There were even a couple of lumpy pillows, which you couldn’t really complain about, considering the night before you had nothing of the sort.

“Well,” Chris said as you plopped onto the bed, kicking off your boots, “I think that’s all. I can find you some new clothes tomorrow.” 

“Thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t find me,” you confessed earnestly.

“I told you when we first started working together that I’d have your back, no matter what.” 

“Not even being stuck in hell can change your mind, huh?”

“Nothing could.”

“Stubborn ass.” 

“You’re one to talk.” 

You smiled at him warmly and he held your gaze for a moment until he half-turned to the door. “You should get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Before he could leave, you called after him, “Chris, wait. I know it’s late and we’re both tired, but… you told me you’d explain what happened to the other members of S.T.A.R.S.” 

The cheerfulness he had shown prior seemed to be sucked straight from his body. He didn’t immediately turn back to face you.

“Are you sure? It might be better to hold off until you’ve gotten some rest.”

“I’m sure, Chris. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He sighed, slowly making his way over, and sat on the side of the bed right next to you. “Where should I start?” 

You rotated on the mattress to face him, your hand falling on his forearm. “From where we landed in Raccoon Forest.” 

“Here goes.”

And with that, he told you about the horrifying events that unfolded that night. 

Joseph was the first to reach the Bravo team’s chopper, and he discovered the mutilated body of Kevin Dooley. You didn’t know him very well, but his face still popped into your head at his name. He wasn’t a member of S.T.A.R.S., but you had been acquainted with him prior to its conception. He was a great pilot and always dependable. You felt your stomach tie up in knots.

Chris’s voice was tight when he then explained that Joseph was killed shortly after. Torn apart by a pack of rabid dogs. You and Jill had shot at them repeatedly, but they didn’t stop. You felt your eyes misting over. 

Joseph… He was one of your closest friends on the team, and you had been partnered up with him on more than one occasion. You could see his smile in your head–imagined his lighthearted teasing. 

Now he was dead.

Your grip on Chris’s arm only clenched further. You were fighting back tears as he continued.

Your group fled, being chased by the hounds after Brad had abandoned you, and entered a mansion in the middle of the forest. The “Spencer Mansion”, Chris called it. Barry was separated from your team in the chaos, and you had thought the worst.

Wesker had told you to split up. You and Chris remained together, while he and Jill paired off. The thought of being parted from them made you anxious.

The two of you were then faced with these terrifying creatures that had once been people, apparently infected with what Chris called the “T-virus”, which made them hungry for human flesh. You and Chris stumbled across a few corpses of your fellow S.T.A.R.S. members who had met that grisly fate. 

You struggled to keep your composure.

Eventually, you had run into Rebecca tending to a very wounded Richard. He had been bitten by a snake, or so you had been told, despite the bite being incredibly large. 

You and Chris tried to find an antidote while Rebecca remained at his side, but you were too late. Richard died right in front of your eyes, just like Joseph had. 

Your breath caught in your throat thinking about the sweet man–how he only wanted to protect everyone. 

He suffered until the very end. 

Chris had to pause to collect himself and you took the opportunity to prepare for what he was about to tell you next.

“We split up with Rebecca again, and you and I kept moving. We were ambushed by a group of those things, and although we were taking them out one by one, they had us surrounded. You ran out of bullets, and while trying to reload, your cast made you fumble and–”

“And what..?” You dreaded his next words.

“One of them got too close. It… it bit you. Tore into you. I managed to fight it off, but you were hurt. Badly. I couldn’t think straight. I just grabbed you, shoved some of them out of the way, and ran for it. I found Rebecca and we holed up in a bedroom nearby. She did her best to stop the bleeding, but you were fading fast. She had to leave to get more medical supplies, and I stayed with you. I somehow got through to Wesker, the radio signal going in and out the whole night, and he showed up shortly after.”

“What happened next, Chris?” 

“Rebecca… didn’t make it back in time. You–” his words were trapped in his throat as he stared down at your hand wrapped firmly around his arm. His jaw clenched.

“You died, Lucky.”

You were stunned, unable to comprehend what he had just said. 

Me? Dead?! you thought, mouth hung open and eyes wide. No, that’s not possible. That can’t be… 

But as the words really sunk in, you knew he was telling the truth. Chris would never lie to you, not about something like this. 

And how he and Jill acted when they first saw you earlier that day? The uncharacteristic emotion, the way Chris held you so tightly to him as if he never wanted to let go? The way he acted so weirdly uptight the first few hours after reuniting?

If Jill had been taken in September, you would have been dead for two months. Chris grieved you for five years. You couldn't imagine how it must have been for them to find you in that old farmhouse.

“I wish I–I wish I could have done more to save you. I’m sorry.” He refused to meet your gaze, so you planted your hands over the sides of his jaw, pulling him back to face you. He had never looked more defeated–more broken–the entire time you had known him as you regarded his tired visage. 

He was always the strong one. The one who could rally everyone together and push through all odds. Stubborn and bold and so rigid in his convictions, it sometimes drove you crazy.

And here he was, his warm brown eyes shining with unshed tears, the guilt and the grief weighing down on him like a stone tied to his neck.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered firmly, your thumbs stroking his skin in a feather-light touch. 

His eyes closed at your words, a few stray tears escaping their corners. You had never seen him cry before. Chris didn’t let himself be vulnerable like this. 

How heavy a burden he must have carried all this time. You don’t think you could have held it together that long if the roles had been reversed. 

“Thank you,” was his only reply.

He pulled away to wipe his eyes and you let him, dropping your hands from his face. 

A moment of silence passed between you, and you were reminded that the story was not over. You might have died, but you knew at the very least Chris and Jill survived that night. 

“Chris, can you tell me what happened after I…” you couldn’t finish. 

He knew what you meant and took a deep, shaky breath. “Rebecca and I, we just… pushed forward. All we could do. We learned Umbrella was behind everything and that Wesker, he–”

Chris no longer looked broken. 

He was angry.

“Wesker betrayed us.”

You felt your heart stop. “What are you talking about?”

“He knew about all of it, Lucky. He was in on it.”

“No. No. He would never do that to us,” you defended, voice raising.

He would never do that to me.

Chris grabbed your wrist and held it tight. “I know it's hard to take in, but it's true. He knew what was going on in those woods, in that mansion, and he led us all to our deaths.”

“But… why..?” was all you could muster.

“He was working for Umbrella the whole time. Umbrella created S.T.A.R.S. and instated him as captain. He was a traitor, right under our noses. He also roped Barry into helping him. Threatened his family.”

You thought of your older teammate and felt sympathy for him. If it was your family in peril, you knew you would have done the same thing. 

“How does it end, Chris?” you asked finally, needing to know. 

“We cornered Wesker in the lab under the mansion. He shot Rebecca–”

“Oh my god.”

“She survived, don’t worry. But Wesker showed me this… this monster Umbrella had created. The Tyrant, he called it. It broke free and ripped right through him.”

You were horrified. Sure, he betrayed you all, but this? This was too much.

“Jill, Rebecca, Barry, and I managed to escape. Brad came back to get us, the jackass. The whole place blew sky-high. We’d hoped that it would contain the virus.”

“So Wesker… Wesker’s dead.” It felt like your tongue fought you to admit the words, laying heavy in your mouth. You stared at a large crack in the wall across from you, unsure of what else to focus on. 

To lose him like this…

“We thought he was,” Chris muttered.

Your eyes snapped over to him. “What does that mean?”

“He survived somehow. I ended up fighting him months later. He got away then, too.” The look on Chris’s face was the closest thing to hatred you’d ever seen from him. 

Despite everything he told you, though, you were relieved. 

Your captain lived. 

At the expense of so many of your friends' lives, you reminded yourself bitterly.

You still weren’t finished, though. “Leon and Carlos said something happened to the city in September. What was that about?” 

Chris sighed deeply, that mounting rage dissipating immediately as he released his grip. “After the mansion, we wanted to do a full investigation of Umbrella. We knew there was corruption in the R.P.D., so we had to tread carefully. I got myself into some trouble as an excuse to take a ‘vacation’ in Europe, where I was looking into one of Umbrella’s international branches. Jill stayed in Raccoon City to keep an eye on things. And then, towards the end of September, everything back home went to shit.”

He continued, “There was an outbreak of the virus. Destroying the mansion didn’t stop the spread. The city was in chaos. Jill, Carlos, Claire, and Leon barely made it out alive before the government sent out a nuke. The whole city was leveled.” 

You panicked. “My family–what happened to my family?!”

Chris couldn’t bring himself to look at you.

“Chris, please, tell me,” your voice broke as you pleaded with him, seizing one of his hands desperately in two of your own.

“Your parents… they didn’t–they didn’t make it.”

The tears you had been holding back finally sprung forward, wetting your dirty cheeks. The salt of them stung the cut on your face, but the pain building up inside of you was far worse.

“What about Kitty? Tic?” you asked of your younger siblings.

Those weren’t their real names. Kitty, who was only eight years old, got her nickname when she was a baby. 

Your stepmother had this plump ginger cat, aptly named “Cheddar”. He hated everyone, especially you. You recalled when you were thirteen finding the miserable creature chowing down on a piece of plastic bag from the day’s grocery run. You quickly scooped him up and pulled it from his mouth, and in his gratitude for saving his life, he sliced his claw all the way from your temple down to your cheek. If you looked closely, you could still see the faint white line in the mirror, slightly raised against the rest of your skin. 

But the one person that cat didn’t hate was your baby sister. 

And she absolutely loved him. 

So much so that her first words were not “mama” or “dada”, but the joyful declaration of “kitty!” before she burst into a fit of laughter. Your parents called her that ever since.

Your brother, on the other hand, received his nickname from you. 

Even as a child, he never liked gum.

“It hurts my jaw,” he had whined. “Tic Tacs are just better! I can roll them around 'til they melt in my mouth. Superior candy.”

“Okay, you little freak,” you told him in jest, picking up the preferred mints and tossing them to him, the two of you wandering the isles of the nearby gas station after he begged you to take him for a car ride. “I’m gonna start calling you ‘Tic Tac Boy’ from now on.” 

You kept your word, but over the years, it shortened to “Tic”. You used it so often, even his friends started referring to him by the moniker. He was begrudging at first, but then he just accepted it (guessed it served you right when Chris did the same thing to you a couple of months ago).

He had just turned sixteen.

The man before you looked tense, his brows furrowed as he chose his words carefully, “Kitty, she… she was with your parents.” 

A sob wrenched itself from your throat, burning all the way up from the stabbing agony that started behind your ribs. You ripped your hands from Chris, digging your fingernails into your own legs hard enough to draw blood. You would have, were it not for your thick cargo pants protecting the flesh of your thighs from the filthy, jagged edges.

Kitty’s chubby, angelic little face and bright smile flashed through your mind. You could hear her gleeful shrieks as you chased her through the house, tickling her every time you caught up. 

Gone. It was all gone. 

Your brain bombarded you with the image of her charred corpse, nothing but the shape of her tiny body remaining in the ruins of the city you both grew up in. The city you both loved. 

You could see your parents holding her between them, trying with all they could to shield her from the blast, heads bowed and pressed together.

Chris pulled you into his embrace, your face shoved into his chest as your wails echoed in the small room, muffled only slightly by the cotton of his shirt. 

“She was just a baby, Chris! She was just a baby!”

“I know. I’m sorry, Lucky. I’m so sorry.” His large hand ran over the top of your head soothingly as you shook violently in his arms.

You don’t think you had ever felt so hopeless in your life, not even after your mother died. 

Your brother, though. Chris didn’t say what happened to your brother.

You pulled back, a crazed sort of look in your eye. “Tic, what about Tic?!”

“He was the only one who made it out.” 

Relief flooded through you. “Thank god. Thank god he’s okay.”

There was one good thing. One silver lining peeking through blackened clouds. 

He lost everyone and everything he ever loved, you thought, anguished on your kid brother’s behalf, but at least he’s alive.

Chris looked like he wanted to say more but refrained as he watched you unravel before him.

“Is there… is there anything else?” you managed. 

You were trying to keep from breaking into pieces, but it felt like your whole body was revolting against you–like it wanted to rip itself open and spill all this grief onto the floor, desperate for any way to get it out of you. 

He shook his head. “No. That’s everything.” 

You nodded, thinking for a moment you could pull yourself back together. But one thought of your parents, of your little sister, had you crumbling all over again.

“I think… I think I need to be alone,” you told him with shaky breaths, hating the tremor that laced your voice. 

“Are you sure?” He looked reluctant to let you go, to leave you there, suffering by yourself.

You needed it, though–needed to feel this pain that shuddered through you, sharper than any blade or broken bone. If you didn’t let it out, you thought it might kill you. 

But you didn’t want anyone, even Chris, to witness you fall apart completely.

“Please, go.” 

He nodded, squeezing you against him one last time, and stood. When he reached the door, hand on the knob, he turned to you with a sorrowful expression on his face.

“If I could go back and change it all, Lucky, I would in a heartbeat.”

You gave him a ghost of a smile through your tears as you responded, “I know.”

With that, he was gone. 

You fell forward against your bed, screaming at the top of your lungs into the pillow beneath you until your voice withered in your throat.

Nothing is fine.

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