#he's been waiting for this opportunity since raccoon city

[cosmos-daughter]

he saw the virus outbreak happening outside and said "wait, i have the perfect outfit for this situation"

#he's been waiting for this opportunity since raccoon city #since he didn't get the change to serve back then #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #post #🤍

[rizzanon]

[Black Coffee] Leon Kennedy

warning: quite a long fic, not proofread 0_0, Leon being an absolute lovestruck idiot

Leon doesn't know what he's doing.

He's sitting at the far corner of the small, comfy cafe he's at, drinking black coffee while sneaking glances towards the barista at the counter.

He doesn't even like coffee. Well, he thought he didn't. But he always liked the black coffee you made.

For the past few weeks, he made sure that coming to this very cafe became apart of his daily routine. He tries to do so everyday when he's not on a mission.

But why does he make the effort to do so?

He doesn't even know himself. All he knew was that he wanted to see you. Even if it's from a distance. Even if it meant sneaking shy glances at you, who's taking the patrons orders, and making their drinks.

Seeing your pleasant smile always brightened his day, even if the smile wasn't meant for him. Your smile and friendly aura are what attracted him to you in the first place. Yet, he couldn't find it in him to go up to you and strike a conversation. The only words he had ever uttered to you were, "One black coffee, please". On some occasions, he would order a sandwich as well, if he was hungry. After getting his order, he would find a seat in a corner that was away from the other patrons, but was still in bird's eye view to see you working behind the counter.

Right now, you were busy behind the counter, whipping up a customer's order swiftly. Leon could tell you were exhausted, and rightfully so. Because that day, it seemed that the cafe was more busier than usual. Even though the cafe was packed with more customers than usual, Leon noticed how you still kept a smile on your face as you served each and every customer with the help of your co-workers.

Leon wonders how you do it. How were you able to keep a smile on your face despite being clearly exhausted? He could barely smile after filling up a couple of tedious government reports. He wanted to ask you, but was it stepping out of line?

He was just a random customer at your cafe. so wouldn't it be weird if he were to suddenly come up to you and ask, "Hey, how do you always keep a smile on your face like that?"

You would definitely be confused, and would think that he had a few screws loose Leon didn't want you to think that way of him. Not when he barely had the chance to get to know you yet.

How long has he been sitting at the cafe anyways?

He looked down at his half empty cup of coffee, and picked it up to finish drinking it.

Ah..

It's cold.

Must've been here for quite some time now.

Just as Leon was about to stand up and return the cup back to the counter where you were standing at, he watched one of your coworkers walk up to you, saying something that didn't quite reach his ears. You smiled at your coworker, and left your station at the counter to go to the back, while the coworker took over the job of taking the customers orders.

Your shift must have ended, Leon thought, as he quietly sulked at missing his opportunity to talk to you again.

Looks like hell have to try again another time.

No matter how hard Leon tries, it seemed as if every opportunity he got to go and talk to you is short-lived. He was either interrupted by impatient customers waiting in line behind him or by your coworkers who needed help with something. Despite this, he couldn't entirely blame the circumstances for not being able to talk to you. If he hadn't hesitated to go and talk to you, he wouldn't be in this troubled predicament.

Why was he hesitating?

You were just an ordinary person, going about with your life like anyone would. He shouldn't feel nervous to go and strike a conversation with you.

Yet here he was, getting butterflies in his stomach whenever the thought of talking to you pops up in his mind. The way he's behaving right now reminds him of his 21 year old self, the rookie cop he once was. But he's no longer 21, he's 27. 6 years have passed since that unfortunate incident in Raccoon City. He was now a fully fledged government agent, having faced various bio weapons among the missions he's been assigned. Talking to you should be no big deal, right?

The moment Leon stepped into the cafe, he could spot a (very) noticeable difference in the atmosphere right then compared to the previous times he's been to the cafe. It was quite empty, only having about a few customers lounging there.

That could be because it wasn't the peak hour yet for the cafe. After all, it was only 10 am. Usually, Leon would show up at the cafe at around 1 pm, the time which more people would show up to the cafe. Would it be weird for him to show up earlier than he usually did?

No. It shouldn't be.

He was a customer after all, he's allowed to go and get coffee whenever he wants.

No big deal.

So why was he so pressed about it? Why did he care about little things like that? Leon didn't have the answers to those questions, and just shook those thoughts out of his head, before making his way to the counter, where you were.

He swears he saw your eyes light up when he locked eyes with you. But then again, it could've just been a figment of his imagination,

"Oh! Hello sir! You're here earlier today!" Your voice rang out, as you smiled at the blond man who was walking towards the counter.

You noticed?

Leon, slightly taken aback by your jovial greeting, could only just nod his head. He didn't think you'd actually acknowledge that he was there at the cafe earlier than he usually would be.

"Ah.... yeah I suppose I came here earlier than usual," he replied quite drily. Not the tone he wanted to his words to come off as.

Despite his blatant dryness, the smile on your face unwavering.

"So, I'm guessing you want your usual?"

Usual?

"By usual, do you mean a black coffee?"

"Yeah, I mean, isn't that what you always order from here? Sometimes, you order a sandwich too, right?"

Leon's mouth was slightly agape, not knowing what to say, Did he really come to this cafe so many times that you'd know his order by heart? Leon wanted to feel flattered, but at the same time, this was to be expected if he kept on ordering the same thing over and over.

"Yeah, guess you got me all figured out. Kinda boring, isn't it?" Leon said, in a self-deprecating tone.

"If I'm being honest, yeah, it is kind of boring to order the same thing all the time. But people like eating or drinking something they re familiar with, so does it really matter if their order is boring if that's what they want?"

Your very blunt answer was not what Leon was expecting. But it was refreshing nonetheless.

"You do have a point. Familiarity is something everyone unconsciously seeks for, even in the littlest of things."

"True, familiarity in the littlest things are what allows us to build connections and find common ground after all." You continued, as you smiled warmly at Leon, which only caused him to break eye contact with you. Wow, he didn't expect to be having a full on conversation with you, today of all days.

"Glad to hear we're on the same page on these things, Mister....?" Your words trailed off, as you attempted to get the blond man's name.

Leon blinked in realisation that you were asking for him name, and almost choked on air, clearing his throat to regain his composure.

"Leon. Just call me Leon, No need for formalities, haha."

Your smile only grew brighter at his words, a chuckle leaving your mouth as well.

"I see, it's nice to finally get your name, Leon I'm _____. I should go and make your coffee now, don't wanna keep you waiting." You said, as you quickly went to prepare the black coffee you always made for him.

Leon was in a daze, satisfaction washing all over his face. He finally was able to get your name. But there was a thought lingering at the back of his mind.

With the way you phrased your words, were you also waiting for the chance to learn his name?

No, he shouldn't really jump to conclusions like that. Maybe you simply just wanted to know his name, nothing more than that.

He was soon interrupted from his thoughts from you coming back up to the counter with his coffee in your hand, and something else too.

Cookies..?

"Here you go! That'll be $2.50. Also, thought it would be nice to have cookies to eat as well. To satisfy your sweet tooth."

"You're giving someone who orders black coffee almost everyday from your cafe, cookies, to satisfy their sweet tooth?" Leon repeated your words, sarcasm slipping out of his tongue.

He was taken aback, amused even.

He expected you to take back your words, but instead, you just doubled down.

"Yeah, why not? I have a hunch you'll like them. Always trust the barista, Leon." You said sending a wink his way.

"And don't worry about paying for it, it's on me. A little thank you for being a loyal customer." You handed Leon the bag of cookies and his usual coffee, before waving him goodbye.

"Bye Leon! Hope to see you again soon!"

Leon just nodded in return, beckoning goodbye before heading out of the cafe to head over to his next destination. Once he was sure he was fully out of your sight, he almost collapsed out of pure bliss and joy.

He couldn't believe that just this one interaction with you was able to make him feel this way. Making him feel like a high school kid all over again. Making his heart beat so rapidly.

He concluded that he had a crush on you. There was no doubt about that, with how he was feeling.

But he knew that he would have to do more in order to catch your attention. After all, to you, he was just another regular customer of the cafe you worked at.

He wanted to get to know you more. He had to talk to you more.

Too bad things didn't exactly go the way Leon wanted it to. How was he supposed to know that his schedule would've become so packed for the next few days that he didn't even have time to go to the cafe?

Leon could only internally curse at himself and his management for suddenly assigning him all these tasks and reports. They weren't difficult, but it was time-consuming, and that was what Leon hated about them the most.

It had been a week since he last went to buy coffee from the cafe you worked at. A week since he last saw you.

He wonders how you've been faring for these last couple of days. He hopes you've been doing okay, like you always have. Was it weird for him to want to see you?

Maybe.

After all, the two of you were barely even acquaintances.

Still, he wanted to go to the cafe and see you.

But he couldn't do that just yet. Not until he's completed all the tasks and reports assigned to him.

Leon knew he was definitely lacking sleep. He could use one of the coffees you'd make for him. It would definitely energise me, he thought.

It was as if the gods heard his prayers, as Hunnigan popped up from behind him, as she set down a cup of coffee. He recognised the logo on the paper cup. It was from the cafe you worked at.

"Here, thought you could use some coffee. You look as if you're going to die any moment now." Hunnigan says, as she looked him up and down.

"Wow, thanks a lot. Appreciate ya'. Remind me to take you out to drink next time, 'kay?"

"No thanks."

Leon just chuckled as he watched the unamused Hunnigan return back to her own desk, before setting his eyes on the coffee she gave him.

He thinks to himself, "Did you make this?"

You probably did. After all, you were one of the main baristas at the cafe.

He gingerly picks up the cup, blowing softly onto the surface of the cup, before taking a sip of the coffee.

....

It was bitter.

Bitter?

Why was it bitter?

Usually, the coffees you'd make were sweeter than this.

"Hey, Hunnigan. You sure this is black coffee?" Leon calls out to Hunnigan. Hunnigan looks up from her screen, confusion spread across her face.

"Yeah. It's definitely black coffee."

"Why is it so bitter than?"

Leon watched as Hunnigan furrows her eyebrows, her expression becoming one of unamusement.

"Black coffee is supposed to be bitter, Leon."

What?

Leon didn't know what to think. All this time, the coffees you made for him were sweeter than what he just drank. At that moment, he recalled the last time he'd talk to you.

"Also, thought it would be nice to have cookies to eat as well. To satisfy your sweet tooth."

"You're giving someone who orders black coffee almost everyday from your cafe, cookies, to satisfy their sweet tooth?"

"Yeah, why not? I have a hunch you'll like them. Always trust the barista, Leon."

Leon immediately rises from his seat, feeling his face flush in embarrassment. You somehow knew Leon wouldn't like black coffee. And all this while, you were playing with him, making him think he was drinking black coffee when in actuality, he was not.

He had to talk to you.

He wanted to know how you'd know that he apparently wouldn't like black coffee. Not even he himself realised that.

He immediately heads to the exit, wanting to confront you about it. The cafe was 20 mins away, he could go there and quickly come back. That is, after he gets his answers.

"Hey Leon! Where are you going?!? You still have stuff to-"

"I'll be back, Hunnigan."

.

.

.

Within 20 minutes, Leon finds himself at the cafe you worked at. It was almost 12 pm, so customers were going to pile up soon.

Leon sees you at the counter, and walks up to you.

You immediately noticed him, and your eyes once again, lit up at the sight of the blond man.

"Oh hey! Leon! It's been a while. How've you been?"

"How'd you know from the get go I wouldn't like actual black coffee?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, before you suddenly burst out laughing. Leon just looked at you, confused.

"Oh my god, you finally realised, huh? After one month. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be laughing, but it really is amusing."

"What's so amusing about this? You tricking me into thinking you're giving me black coffee all this time?" Leon mumbles, avoiding your eyes as he clearly was embarrassed about the situation.

Maybe confronting you head on like this wasn't the best idea....

"I sincerely apologise. But can I ask you this one thing?"

"Uh.... okay?"

"When you first started coming to this cafe one month ago, was my coffee the first ever coffee you've actually tried?"

Oh.

It was.

But Leon was already too embarrassed to admit that.

Seeing his reaction, you just chuckled even more.

"Based on your reaction, I can tell it was. That explains why you didn't seem to notice that I got the orders mixed up that day. I accidentally gave you a latte instead of black coffee, but before I could warn you, you already took a sip, and didn't say anything about it."

"Oh."

"Oh in deed. I didn't know how to burst your bubble, you clearly enjoyed the latte and I didn't want to ruin your mood that day. So I just continued to make you lattes instead of actual black coffees from then on. I guess I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to figure that out, haha!"

Leon wishes he could just disappear at that moment. How embarrassing. He was just being fooled all this while unknowingly.

At least it gave you a good laugh, that's what Leon thought.

But could he recover from this moment?

Hopefully.

Your laughter died down after a while, and that's when you started feeling a little guilty for tricking Leon. His embarrased side was really adorable though. You didn't think that this stoic man who always came to the cafe was able to make this expression. It was kinda cute.

"I'm sorry once again for fooling you all this while. Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me? So that I won't lose a very loyal customer?" You asked with pleading eyes, batting your eyelashses at the blond man.

"Hmm.... how about you give me your number for starters?"

You were taken aback by his request, a blush creeping up your face as you quickly realised he wasn't joking, flashing you a boyish grin.

"Sure! Why not. I guess we'll be talking a lot more huh, Leon."

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#leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon x y/n #leon kennedy x reader fluff #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy drabble #rizzanon

[lovelycleon]

Leon showing his honest opinion about the government throughout RE Infinite Darkness.

Leon’s complete lack of reaction when someone praises him and his position in the White House.

This is a job that has been forced on him. It was not something he wanted for his life or is proud of. Being praised for this position means nothing to Leon.

Leon's rage against these specific zombies.

Remember these were not just Leon's coworkers, these people are politicians and agents who directly or indirectly involved in the life he has now and this was his only opportunity to say what he really feels about them.

Leon's impatience with the lack of details about the mission.

He can already feel that something is wrong because US didn't try to hack the enemy before sending them to the field and he is not willing to be manipulated into a mission without a worthwhile cause. He doesn't trust them, he needs to know more.

Leon's resentment and heated speech disagreeing with the government's decisions regarding the Raccoon City incident.

Raccoon City changed Leon forever, not just because of the trauma, but because of everything that happened afterwards. Things the government did and blackmailed him into accepting, threatening his loved ones for it.

And Leon has a lot on his mind that he keeps to himself.

Leon thought killing everyone in the sub were official orders.

He genuinely thought that the murders of the submarine crew were part of the mission the government signed off on for Jason and Shen Mai. He waited for the right moment to confront Jason and find out their (the government) true intentions.

Leon stated the consequences of leaking classified information.

Going against the government is a death sentence and Leon knows this better than anyone since he is in their sights from the very beginning of his career. After years, he understands the risks they pose.

Leon recognizes the government's typical behavior.

Hiding their dirty dealings in plain sight is something Leon has probably witnessed multiple times (even proven in previous games and movies) since most of his enemies become arrogant with the power they get from their privileged position. Wilson is a good example of this.

Leon's final decision.

The decision to go against the government in his own way and try to fight the corruption and bioterrorism from inside is something that appears in many of Leon's stories set after Infinite Darkness.

In addition to all this, since RE2, Capcom always makes a point of stating Leon's opinion about the government in one way or another.

Infinite Darkness wasn't the first Resident Evil that tried to show his resentment and struggle, but it was without a doubt one of the stories that delved deeper into it.

It's a recurring theme for Leon's storyline: showing someone trying to manipulate him, how he reacts to that and his character development over time.

We just have to wait and see where Capcom wants to go from there.

#leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil degeneration #resident evil damnation #resident evil death island #resident evil vendetta #resident evil darkside chronicles #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 6

[onilorian]

The Secret Double

Chapter 1

<Chapter 2>

Masterlist

[Gojo x Fem!Reader]

Warnings:

Eventually leads to smut

Stockholm syndrome

Violence

Blood

Kidnapping

Raccoons?

Psychotic tendencies

Geto becoming a therapist

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You hauled the last corpse of a middle aged man into the room piled with other bodies. "That's the last one. Where's the boss?" You asked as you turned around. Other men were also working on the scene.

"Already back at base, said there was something of special interest to him." One of the men said and you nodded. "Alright then, let's get a move on." You announced to the rest of your coworkers.

You were the right-hand woman to Gojo's mob. A gangster through and through and to be honest, it was all for Gojo. Your cold-bloodedness, your loyalty, everything was for Gojo.

But you wouldn't ever tell anyone that because what would they all think?

What would anyone think about your infatuation for the boss?

They'd probably think you're crazy or that you only love him because he's got lots of money. But no, he has been with you long before his organization was even as big as it is now. And you still stood by him even when you weren't sure about some of his ideas.

No one could know how you felt. You'd be loyal to Gojo until you died.

On your way back to base you were quite curious as to what may have caught Gojo's eye. Surely he'd fill you in when you returned since he never hid a thing from you, just in the same way you told him everything... except one minute detail of your crush on him.

When you returned, you made your way to Gojo's office and knocked on his door. "Boss, it's me." You said and heard an immediate response. "Come in."

You opened the door and saw Gojo sitting in his office chair while staring at the city below. "The thugs have been taken care of and the crime scene looks nothing more than a workplace accident." You informed Gojo.

He turned around in his chair to face you. His blindfold was on and he smiled. "Well done. Care to join me for a drink?" He asked and you nodded. You sat in a seat across from his desk as he poured you a drink.

"I heard something special came in recently?" You asked as he was handing you the alcoholic beverage he'd poured you. But he froze for a moment which caught you off guard, he never froze up like that.

But he finally gave you your drink and you leaned back in your chair as he spoke. "I thought it was something special... But it was nothing." He said and you turned your head to the side. You took a sip of your drink. The alcohol burning your throat as it went down.

"What was it?" You asked and Gojo took a swig of his drink. He reached up to his blindfold and took it off, his white hair falling in his eyes as he sighed, "A prisoner. I was looking for information but it wasn't useful." He said, avoiding your gaze.

Something felt off after you'd spoken up about this, why was he so vague and why did he freeze up?

"You know I can collect information for you without a problem." You said and he shrugged. "If I find the opportunity without inconvenience I might as well take it." He said as the last of his drink was swallowed up. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed but quickly looked away when he set his glass down.

"Have you gone to the new nightclub yet?" He asked as you took a sip of your drink. "Not yet." You replied and he smiled while chuckling a little, "You know I made it for you." He said as his gaze stayed on you.

You looked away as a faint blush crossed your cheeks, hopefully it was dark enough for him not to be able to tell.

"I know that it was built for more revenue." You said, doubting his words. "You keep telling yourself that." Gojo said as he stood up. You set down your drink and stood up as well. You turned to leave but Gojo stopped you.

"Y/N wait." He said, were you mistaken or did he sound as if he were begging for a moment? Pleading you not to leave?

You turned around and looked at him, right into his beautiful crystal blue eyes.

"Have... a good night." He said slowly. And you subtly raised a curious eyebrow. "You too Gojo." You replied before leaving his office.

The next morning you returned to the HQ of Gojo's mob. You were in search of him for quite awhile but couldn't seem to find him.

You were looking around to ask someone where he may be at when you heard someone talking. You stopped short of the corner you were about to round to listen to them without being heard.

"Why has he been there all day? Who spends that much time with a prisoner? Wasn't he supposed to be the best at interrogation? Shouldn't he be done by now?" It was a guard, asking lots of questions.

"Hey kid, listen here, if you wanna survive in this business you need'a stop asking questions and keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, it won't be me you're having a problem with." The other guard said. And he was definitely right about that.

Well at least now you knew where you were going, so you turned around and headed towards the cells down in the basement.

Once you arrived you looked at all the cells, plenty empty, and few with actual prisioners.

You reached one where two guards were at, both you knew fairly well. "Is he in here?" You asked, they both knew you were referring to Gojo.

"Y-Yes ma'am." One of them stuttered. "Good, I need to talk to him." You said as you were about to enter but they both stopped you.

"What's the problem?" You asked, becoming more irritated by the second. "No problem ma'am, but we're not allowed to let anyone in." He informed you.

Let anyone in? But you weren't just anyone. You were the co-founder of this entire mob and it's organization.

"Fine. But you tell Gojo I need to see him when he's done." You said and they both nodded.

You walked away and returned to your own office before sitting in your chair. You sat there, contemplating your options for a moment.

Clearly Gojo was doing something you weren't supposed to know about. He's never done anything like this and it was stressing you out.

You looked down at your desk drawer, deciphering your options.

Finally you used your fingerprint to open it. A bunch of confidential files were in the drawer but another secret compartment lay within it.

You unlocked that to then grab a small flip phone.

Was it really worth using this favor?

The more you thought about it, the more the answer became clear.

You opened the flip phone and called the only number that was on that phone.

You heard three prolonged rings before the other end was picked up.

"This was the last thing I expected today." You heard from the other end and you smiled a little.

"Nice to hear from you too, Geto. I think it's about time I use that favor."

Later that evening, you were sitting in Geto's office, a cold drink in hand as you sat in a chair across from him.

"He's become secretive? Well dear I mean a man should be able to have their own secrets just as a woman should and you now here..." He motioned to you and you rolled your eyes. "I'm making this move because he's acting very out of order. Plus he hasn't told me every bit of his life so I don't always expect him to tell me everything..." You said and Geto smiled.

"Well then, what's it your after? Need someone on his trail? Look through his online history?" Geto asked as he leaned back against his office chair.

"I need to get into a cell." You said and he raised his eyebrow. "A cell? Like a prisoner cell?" Geto clearly confused, leaned forward in his chair.

"Yes. He's been spending so much time in there these past few days and he won't let a single soul in, including myself." You informed Geto before taking a swig of your drink.

"I guess I can see why it's sparked your curiosity. Well then, what's your plan?" Geto asked as a smirk played on his face.

Later that evening you made sure to watch Gojo leave the cell for a business meeting that had been planned for awhile.

"I'll return after the meeting. Don't let anyone in." He said and the guards at the cell nodded.

You hid as Gojo walked past before looking at the two men behind you, dressed perfectly in the uniforms of the guards here.

Their outfits were nothing special, but to prevent oblivious sneak-ins by outsiders, there were the tiniest details that had to be in order as not to cause suspicion.

As for instance, on the assault rifles they held, standing in an idle form they needed to bring their hand on the barrel closer to the trigger rather than in the middle. Or their pants needed to be tucked into their combat boots. Small details like these were that could give away these men standing behind you weren't genuinely in Gojo's mob.

Since they were Geto's men, you briefed them on everything they needed to know without giving too much away. And to be honest, it was the riskiest move you could ever make because you had a gut feeling it'd come to bite you in the ass at a later date.

Suddenly, two other guards come running up the hall, "We need your assistance! There's a disturbance in block C." One of the guards said.

You motioned for the men behind you to follow you, leaving the cramped hiding spot.

"What? Well we can't just leave!" One of the guards blocking the cell you needed to get into said.

You walked around the corner and up the hallway. "A disturbance? What's the matter?" You asked before stopping at one of the cell doors.

"Oh! Miss Y/L.... uh... well honestly it's a bunch of raccoons we found in a cell... and we need help getting them moved." The frantic guard filling you in on something you already knew. "Well then? What're you two waiting for? These two men behind me will have this hall on lockdown. They're from the midshift and needed more hours." You said as you folded your arms.

They all looked at one another, the guards at the door feeling uneasy about leaving. "I know Gojo has requested no one enter that room so I'll ensure it's well guarded. I just have some business to deal with in here." You pointed using your thumb at the cell on your right.

They seemed to relax a little before nodding. "Let's get a move on then." The guards at the door said before they ran off with the other guards.

You smiled to yourself, waiting a few moments to ensure they were gone. "Alright, patrol the halls closer to the entrance of this block, if anyone enters, text me so I can leave the cell." You informed them and they nodded before beginning their patrol.

You walked over to the cell and looked at the keypad. It was best not to try different combinations in case it was set to be securely locked after a certain amount of tries.

You put on a glove before using a UV light and some fingerprint dust. You raised your eyebrows, realizing the combination of numbers that the finger prints rested on could only be your birthday.

You furrowed your eyebrows before punching in the code, and the door unlocking. You put on your mask that included a voice modulator, you felt as if eventually Gojo would find out you entered by the prisoner saying something. But you'd at least try to disguise yourself. You even put on heavier armor to bulk up a bit.

You opened the door to what appeared to be a woman with the same hair color as you turned around. "Back so soon Gojo? You didn't cancel on them for me, surely?" The woman asked as she turned her head only to see you standing over her shoulder menacingly.

You had a black hood on, and your mask was one like a plague doctor's mask. The rest of your outfit was almost a military-style combat uniform colored in black.

"I don't think he would." You said, the modulator making your voice extremely deep.

Her eyes widened in fear, and that's when you noticed it. This girl looked awfully similar to you.

You walked around her so you could get a good look at her.

In some ways she was different. Her body size a little different from yours, her mouth a bit too wide, her eyes a bit closer together, and her nose shape completely different.

"Wh-Who are you?! Where's Gojo?" She yelled as she tugged against her restraints. What the hell was she asking about Gojo as if she had a great personal connection with him?

"Unfortunately at his meeting. So luckily for me, you and I get to spend time together." You said leaning your face closer and she moved her face away.

"You seem to like Gojo an awful lot. How cute." You said and she blushed as she kept her head turned.

Blushing? What in the absolute fuck was she blushing for?

You felt a tiny fire light in your abdomen. Did she actually have some sort of twisted crush on him? She was a prisoner here, he was keeping her captive and she's blushing over him?

"I see he's treated you well." You said and she bit her lip. "He has. And that's why I'm not gonna tell you anything!" She exclaimed and out of pure rage and jealousy you went over and slapped her.

What the hell had Gojo been doing? He wasn't really treating a girl so nicely... especially one that looked like you. What the hell was this all about?

"What's your name?" You asked as you grabbed her throat, your gloves squeezing it. "I am whatever he calls me." She said through gritted teeth and you tilted your head. "Then what is the name Gojo gives you?" You asked and she smiled.

"My name is Y/N."

"What?"

"He calls me Y/N and says he thinks its the most beautiful name on the planet. So that's why he calls me that." She said after you'd let her throat go.

Suddenly the door burst open and there stood Gojo, his gun pointed at you. "Gojo!" She cried out after turning her head, barely being able to see him out of the corner of her eye.

He looked down at her for a brief moment. And so you took that opportunity to move. His attention moved back to you quickly and he began to shoot, but you were able to evade all of the bullets.

You closed in on Gojo and he raised the gun to hit you with it. In that split second you moved to the side and he missed.

His eyes widened, not knowing who could evade him of all people so easily. He wasn't at the top just because he did good business, sure that was apart of it but he was known for his physical capabilites as well.

You then tucked and rolled right between his legs, just barely passing through before making a dash for the end of the hallway.

Gojo continued to shoot at you, and even shot you in your right side.

You gurgled out a sound of pain, it being modulated by the mask. But you kept running, after all, this wasn't your first time being shot nor was it your last.

You turned the corner and finally exiting the cell block, you'd even passed the two men that were employed by Geto laying on the ground. You rolled your eyes and muttered, "Useless."

You then ran into the two men who guarded the door. "Hey! Stop!" They yelled as they aimed their guns at you. You lifted your mask so they could see your face and their eyes widened.

"We don't have a lot of time, I have some things I need to explain to you. Get a move on." You said and they looked at you in confusion, especially because your voice was lowered.

"If you don't move it you're going to get shot." You said before pulling your mask down and running, knowing Gojo was hot on your heels.

"We're on it sir!" They yelled down the corridor after seeing Gojo run around the corner and they began chasing after you.

This seemed to satisfy Gojo as he decided to return back into the cell block.

You slowed down a little, letting them catch up to you. "You better have a damn good reason for this, Y/N. Does Gojo know it's you?" The guard asked and you shook your head, "Clearly not. The bastard shot me." You said as you placed a hand on your side.

"He shot you? We need to go to the medical wing-" The other guard said and you shook your head. "No time. Let's go in here." You dashed to your left into a storage room.

You began to take your mask off and you found the backpack you'd left in here. You also took off your body armor which clearly didn't reach enough to block your side from getting shot. But in all honesty, Gojo is a good shot so he was surely aiming for the larger exposed area that was your side.

You finished putting your things into your bag and stood up. "We're going to the doctor's residence, he'll get me patched up there. I'll explain things on the ride there." You said as you peaked out to the hall, but you heard both their guns raise.

"We can't go anywhere with you unless you tell us what's going on now. We're still loyal to Gojo." One of them said and you raised your hands.

"Okay, but it's going to be a brief explanation." You said as you turned. "Kent and Favarone right?" You asked and they nodded before lowering their weapons slightly.

"Gojo kept that prisoner under wraps from everyone, including myself. And apparently it's some twisted woman who doesn't mind being locked up as long as Gojo comes to visit her." You informed them, the pain in your side increasing by every second.

"So then what's the issue?" Favarone asked and you chuckled a little as you pressed your hand on your side before removing it and looking at your bloodied hand.

"She looks almost identical to me. And he calls her by my name." You said and both their eyes widened as faint blushes came to their faces.

"I think it's fair to say I'm quite heavily involved, be it Gojo not wanting my involvement." You said as your legs gave out and you fell to the ground. But both Favarone and Kent rushed to grab an arm to prevent you from collapsing completely.

"Thanks boys, sorry about that." You chuckled weakly. "Let's get you to the doc's residence." Kent said and Favarone looked at him in surprise. "But sir... if Gojo finds out we aided her..." Favarone said and you shook your head. "I'll call someone to pick me up. Just tell him I escaped. I evaded him so I don't know how he'd expect you two to catch me.... no offense." You said as they helped you up.

"You sure you don't need help getting there?" He asked and you shook your head as you grabbed your seemingly 10 times heavier back pack. "No I'll live. Thank you for your help."

You took a route through the building that would lead you out a side door, as you were making your way there you called Geto using the same flip phone.

"Hey, I guess I'll end up needing a ride after all." You said, your breathing labored.

"Yeah? You're gonna tell me what happened right?" He said and you chuckled a little "Nosy as always. But since it's not gravely confidential I'll fill you in." You said and looked at your side again, the right side of your shirt was drenched in blood.

"You might want to have your driver bring the shittiest car he has or a bunch of towels." You said to Geto.

"What for? What happened?" Geto asked clearly concerned. "Oh you know, just got shot, all apart of the job. I'll need to be dropped off at a residency of a doctor, I'll inform the driver of the location." You said and Geto scoffed. "Don't worry about that, I'm already here. My building is closer and we have an excellent medical staff." He informed you and you huffed out a laugh. "So stubborn today. I'm exiting the right side of the building. I'll see you soon." You said before hanging up.

On your other phone you heard it chime and you took it from your pocket to see Gojo texted you.

Big Boss Gojo: Where are you? There's been an emergency.

You: Why? What happened? I've been on the top floor most of today and am just leaving. I didn't hear about anything.

For a moment Gojo typed and then it stopped before he began typing again, as if he erased something.

Big Boss Gojo: A shit ton of raccoons invaded cell C12. It was a mess.

You laughed for a brief moment, completely forgetting about the raccoons you'd released in the empty cell.

But then your heart sank a little. He didn't tell you about a supposed intruder who'd somehow breached the defenses and wound up in the only cell no one was allowed to enter but Gojo himself.

You: How the fuck did raccoons get into the cells?

Big Boss Gojo: Dunno, but they've been taken care of and are being sent back into the wild. Where you off too? I can drive you if you need.

You: No worries, I'm out the door now and have someone picking me up.

Big Boss Gojo: Isn't it the drivers day off?

You: It is.

Big Boss Gojo: Who's picking you up then?

You: Work related person from another company.

Gojo didn't respond after that. And you opened the door as you put your phone away. Thankfully your shirt and pants were black, hiding the amount of bloodloss you encountered.

"Good day gentlemen." You said to the guards on the outside of the door. "You too, Miss." They both said.

You then saw Geto pull close to the curb not too far from where you left the building.

You walked over to his car, trying to hide any signs of being injured and got in his car.

You buckled up and as you looked out of the window when Geto began to drive, you saw Gojo standing there with his arms folded at the front.

You avoided eye contact and instead looked at Geto.

"Was he watching?" Geto asked and you scoffed, "You love the drama you create, don't you?" You asked and he smiled a little.

"What about my men? Where are they at?" Geto asked and you sighed as you held onto your right side. "Probably locked up. I'll have someone bail them out." You said and Geto groaned a little, "Fine, but that means you're paying me for their bonus." He said and you laughed a little.

Your vision began to get hazy and you felt as if you couldn't keep your head up. "Geto..." You said, but slightly slurred it.

"I know, we're almost there. Hang on okay?" He said in a calm tone. He knew you'd survive as you always had.

The rest was a blur. You were transported to the medical wing in Geto's facility, took a short time to recover before seeing Geto again.

"How's your wound?" Geto asked as he entered your office. "If I rip it I need stitches again, otherwise fine. I did feel dizzy for a few days because of the blood loss though, I honestly think that's a new record." You said and Geto smiled at your comment.

"Well then, what did you find out?" Geto asked and you sighed, "You know, it almost feels like I'm working for you now, with the way you're talking." You said as you winced while leaning back in your chair.

"We can arrange it." Geto smiled.

"Not happening." You said, glaring at him.

Geto frowned and sighed before taking a sip of his drink. "Well quit avoiding my question. You said you'd tell me." He reminded you.

You simply rolled your eyes, "Well, there was a woman he was keeping captive. I mean she really didn't seem to mind it." You said and Geto laughed a little, "He's finally found his perfect match it sounds like." Geto grinned.

"Well that woman looked like me, and she told me what Gojo calls her..." You trailed off and Geto raided an eyebrow, "Your...? Haha! What a weird way to express his love for you!" Geto said placing a hand on his face as he laughed.

Your face flushed red and you inhaled sharply, hurting your side. "Ngh... it's not funny! Do you really think he likes me?" You asked and then Geto began to laugh even harder.

"God, Y/N I knew you were dense but not this dense!" He said and you scoffed, "Give me a break! Instead of him confessing to me he brought a second me and is doting on her! What if he likes her instead?" You asked as Geto was coming down from his laughing high and he even wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Well if he still calls her by your name, then what do you think?" Geto asked and you hung your head low. "Well then what do I do?" You asked and Geto rolled his eyes, "What am I? Your therapist?" He asked and you shrugged.

Geto sighed as he shook his head "Make him jealous, Y/N. Bring a guy around, when he makes a move then you can confront him." Geto pointed at you.

"Make him jealous? Does he get jealous?" You asked and Geto shrugged, "I've known Gojo a long time, and knowing him there's a high probability him seeing the person he likes with another man will hurt his pride. If you ask him directly what he thinks about you, he's going to shut you down. You of all people should know how he gets when he's talking about personal things." He said and you nodded.

"When he becomes prideful and angry he acts out. That's how you'll know if he's into you." You said and you stood up, surprising Geto a little. "You should consider being a therapist." You said before turning to leave.

"I want my men bailed out!" Geto called out and you raised a hand as you waved, "They seem pretty useless to me, but sure!" You said and you heard a scoff from Geto.

It was time to commence the next stage of your newly built plan.

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Lick It Up*

Title: Lick It Up

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Claire Redfield x Reader

MINORS DNI, 18+

Warnings: smut, threesome (FFM), oral (f receiving), hand jobs, vaginal fingering, cum eating, maybe a little verbal humiliation/degradation.

Word Count: 1376

Y/n had heard all about the famous, or infamous, Claire Redfield. Leon was just as hung up on that woman as he was Ada. The only difference was that Claire didn't want Leon in the same way. She was off trying to uncover the truth and make sure that the tragedy of Raccoon City couldn't happen anywhere else.

As far as Y/n knew, Claire was a good woman. However, that didn't mean that Y/n was happy to see Leon bring Claire home. Y/n had up and moved her entire life to DC because it was Leon's home base. It had been a move that Y/n hoped would push Leon to propose or take their relationship more seriously, but his work always came first.

"You look frustrated," Claire said nonchalantly one morning. Leon had left early, and Y/n had assumed that Claire would have went with him, but they appeared to have had a falling out the night prior. Y/n hadn't understood all of it, but she knew that Leon was in the wrong. When it came to certain things, Leon preferred to stick his head in the sand until a promotion came of it.

"Things have been a little tense these past couple of weeks," Y/n said. She wanted to tell Claire that her presence wasn't helping the situation, but Claire hadn't done anything to her. In fact, Claire was more pleasant to be around than Leon had been the past week.

"There's a reason that neither Ada nor I ever tried to conversate with Leon for more than a few days," Claire teased. Y/n didn't exactly like the allusion to the physical relationships that her boyfriend had with other women, but it made sense. Leon had a warped sense of duty at times, one that practically killed his chances of having a normal social life. Even Chris and Jill thought Leon needed to let go sometimes.

"I wanted to be different, but it's hard. How do I get him to see me?" Y/n asked. Claire seemed surprised by the question. The fact that Leon had been ignoring Y/n and her needs was beyond her. There was something about Y/n that drew Claire in and wouldn't let go of her.

"Do something that he wouldn't expect. What's the wildest thing you can think of doing on short notice?" Claire leaned over the countertop as she stared intently at Y/n. Y/n's cheeks reddened with heat as her mind began to wander, and Claire knew that she had Y/n right where she wanted her.

"Well, um-," Y/n cleared her throat, "-well, I guess that you're here…"

"Say it, honey," Claire said gently.

"We could maybe surprise Leon together. That way, I can see who he really wants," Y/n suggested. Claire smirked as she took Y/n's hands into her own. If Y/n caught onto how badly Claire wanted her, the woman didn't say a thing about it. Instead, they threw a few suggestions around on how to surprise Leon before coming to the conclusion of just waiting for him in the bedroom.

Hours later, Leon returned home and went through his normal motions. He didn't seem to notice how quiet the apartment was, something that he had complained about since Claire had arrived. Everything was always so loud, even when there was no extra noise. Leon was just a bit grumpy, something that Y/n was still getting used to dealing with herself. She had been through her fair share of immature boyfriends, but none had ever been like Leon.

"Claire, what are you doing in my bedroom?" Leon asked, slightly panicked. Claire sat up and stared at Leon intensely. He was very obviously caught off guard, which provided the perfect opportunity for Y/n to sneak up on him.

"I invited her in. You've been very distracted lately, so I thought maybe she could help you focus," Y/n said. She wrapped her arm around Leon's torso from behind. Her hand settled on his tie, which she used to spin him around to face her. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not, no," Leon mumbled. Y/n smiled and tugged him down to kiss him. She let go of his tie and walked over to the bed where Claire was waiting. Claire sat up on her knees and pulled Y/n in for a kiss.

Claire's lips were softer than Leon's, which immediately threw Y/n off a little. That was nothing compared to the realization that she liked kissing Claire more than she liked kissing Leon. Y/n allowed herself to melt into the kiss as Claire moved to deepen it. Leon felt his pants begin to tighten a little as his cock began to stiffen.

"Let's get this off of you," Claire said as she broke the kiss. Y/n glanced down to where Claire was holding onto the belt of her robe. Claire's eyes darted up to Y/n face to make sure that it was okay. Y/n nodded and Claire leaned in for another kiss as she pulled the robe open. Y/n shifted and let the garment fall to the ground, leaving her in just lingerie in front of Claire and Leon. "Are you just going to stand there and make me do all the work?"

Leon cleared his throat as he moved into gear. Claire pulled Y/n onto the bed as Leon moved towards them. She pinned Y/n down onto the mattress and straddled her. Leon started to strip his clothes off, more than excited to join the two women in bed. He stepped up to the edge of the bed, but stopped before he could actually join them.

Neither Y/n nor Claire seemed to notice him standing behind them. They were completely entranced within each other. Leon grabbed at his cock as he watched Claire touch her way down Y/n's body. She didn't even seem to notice Leon as she dropped onto her knees in front of him between Y/n's legs.

"You are so hot. I can't believe anybody would neglect a body like this," Claire murmured against the skin of Y/n's thigh. Claire rested her cheek against the top of Y/n's thigh as her fingers teased the woman over her underwear. "I want to taste you, can I?"

"Please," Y/n breathed out. Leon had never seen her so worked up without him doing a lot more than Claire was. He watched in awe as Claire tore apart the lace underwear to reveal her prize. Leon licked his lips at the glistening wetness of Y/n's cunt. He kneeled down next to Claire, but the woman didn't budge an inch to let him in.

Leon felt like he could do little more than watch as Claire went down on his girlfriend. Claire pressed messy kisses against Y/n's cunt. Y/n's hand balled up in a fist around Claire's hair, holding the redhead flush against her. He watched as Y/n ground her hips against Claire's face, each thrust of her hips getting more aggressive with her moans.

"Look at you, jerking yourself off while I fuck your girlfriend. It's adorable," Claire said condescendingly. Leon blushed and looked away as Claire slid her fingers into Y/n. "Does she get this wet for you?"

"N-no," Leon mumbled. Claire laughed as she turned and replaced the hand on Leon's cock with her own. She could tell that both of them were close, and she knew exactly what both of them needed. A little more verbal teasing had Leon cumming on the inside of Y/n's thigh. Claire kept her fingers going at a steady rhythm until she felt the familiar clenching of Y/n's cunt trying to milk Claire's fingers.

"You've made a mess Leon, and unlike before, Ada isn't here to clean it up for you," Claire teased. She grabbed onto Leon's head and pulled it over to the mess he had made on Y/n's leg. "Lick it up. Lick it up like a good boy, and then leave us for a little while. I don't think I'm done yet."

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Metanoia, Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader (CHAPTER ONE)

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(𝗇.) 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

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Prologue ✧ Next chapter.

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TW: swearing, cannibalism, use of weapons, violence, torture, gore, & death.

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ON THE NIGHT OF SEPTEMBER 29, 1998. A driving man had his strong grip firmly on his steering wheel with a tensed jaw, silently shifting around as his eyes were focused on the road. A piece of music plays around the car at a lower volume to make him entertained as he goes on his journey to raccoon city.

It was already nightfall and no cars could be seen on the road but his. The lights of his car flickered as he took notice of his gas being a bit lower from the hours of driving. He couldn't find the time to pass by a gas station, after all, he is still a bit woozy after drinking alcohol for the past hour of his time. He has just broken up with his girlfriend a few days ago, saying that he hasn't been giving her the attention she needs. Of course, he couldn't since he was busy finishing up his application to join a police department.

Other than that, he knew the girl was cheating behind his back and had already caught her a few times when she and some random man were doing 'who knows'.

But quite a softhearted he is, he has forgiven her a thousand times every time she was caught. And by the time the girl was already getting tired of him, she broke up with him stating she had fallen in love with someone else and was only using him.

Which resulted in him having a breakdown and started drinking away his problems. He wasn't really the type of person to drink away his problems but people say that drinking keeps you distracted from what problems you might be having, while some just drink away for fun and all. It did help him keep his ex-girlfriend away from his mind but he would occasionally think of what was the reason why she had broken up with him. He knows that he wasn't giving her a lot of attention, yes, but what else exactly? He tried so hard to give her the things she wanted but all of these things have come to waste.

The reason why he was heading to raccoon city is because of the email he got a few days ago. It's weird enough to say that he got extremely confused but yet curious as to what the message is all about. A stubborn person he is; he still decided to go, completely ignoring the warning he gets from the message. For him, having this moment will be a great opportunity to start a new chapter of his life. Little did he know, this opportunity his talking about will forever engrave in his head in regrets for ever coming to the raccoon city.

The blonde released a sigh as he could feel his head throbbing, still feeling a bit woozy from all the drinking. He took deep breaths trying to lessen the pain a bit. Looking again at his gas gauge; it started to drop down rather quickly as he cussed under his breath while gripping the steering wheel a bit harder. 'Could this night get any worse?' He thought.

But lucky for him, he saw a gas station in the distance which made him sigh in relief.

Parking his car near the filling station, he then got out taking a quick glance through his surroundings while taking the pump onto the fuel filler. He silently waited for a few minutes to make the gas get full again, while waiting he took a good look around the gas station seeing how it was so quiet. Too quiet which made him shift a bit.

"No one's around? That's weird…" He looked at the Police car nearby as he took the gas pump out of the filler putting it back in place. A sudden crash inside the store can be heard from outside.

He walked around his truck; eyes still on the Police car nearby. When his eyes turned toward the store, he squinted his eyes to see blood splattered on the ground. 'What the hell…?' He cussed as he inspected the Police car once more before walking towards the store.

He took a tiny peeked through the glass as he then noticed a flashlight laying on the ground. He got inside and he heard a muffled voice in what seemed like it was coming from another room inside the shop: considering how the shop looked darker and isn't as crowded, but heard grunts near him so he assumed it could be one person inside with him. He crouched down; picking up the flashlight from the ground as he stayed like that for a while to take a look at his surroundings, products from the shelves were laying on the ground and more blood could be seen.

'Something's not right…' He thought.

He then got up before following the trails of blood leading him from the corner of the store. The grunts got louder as his breath hitched as he quickly noticed a cop sitting on the ground with a blooded uniform, hand on his bloody neck as he trembled in pain. He looked terrified but why?

"Jesus…! You alright?" He asked in a worried manner. The cop trembled as he pointed at the open door. "Don't move, I'll come back for you." He instructed him as the cop didn't even glance at him as he was focusing too much on the pain in his neck.

The man then looks at the door before going inside hearing the muffled voices getting louder with each step he takes. As he got closer to the door; he slowly opened it and his flashlight revealed two figures wrestling each other. His eyes squinted before coming over to the both of them but the cop held his hand out while the other was still holding onto something.

"Stay back sir, I got this!" The cop was caught off guard when the person he was holding onto turned around as the cop grunted, falling over on the ground while the person was on his back. "AUGH!" He shouted.

"Hey—Hey! Get off him, right now!" The man stood there as he watched the person rip out the man's flesh onto the cop's neck making him almost gag at the sight. "H-help me…" The cop struggled under the person's hold.

"What the fuck…!?" The blonde man whispered as he was frozen in place. As the person looks up; it's eyes are reflected to the flashlights as its hallowed eyes look up at him. He inspected its face as he couldn't even believe what he was seeing right now. The corpse got up as it walked towards him.

"Freeze! I'll shoot!" He yelled at him as he pulled out his hidden gun from his pockets. But unfortunately, it didn't as the blonde didn't even hesitate to shoot at him this time. Shooting it on the head a few times before it fell down on the floor with the cop who looked unconscious. 'Fuck…' He sighed, as his gun was still pointing at the thing that ripped out a human's flesh.

He then walks around the unconscious bodies as he inspected the cop's face; 'Is he dead…?' Most likely, he looks dead. He then saw what seemed like car keys on the floor, his hand moving on his own as he took grasp of it as he put it inside his pockets. It felt like he needed to have it for some reason. He then started looking around the room for more inspections. Just for safety reasons.

When he turned back around to head back to the dead bodies, he was left stunned to see the cop slowly get up from the ground as he could feel himself trembling.

'The hell… This can't be…!—' He wasn't clearly sure what was going on, it was as if he was like in a horror movie; him being the protagonist and all. The man dodged the dead man's attack as he burst out of the room. He came back from where he was earlier and was hoping to see the other officer earlier to be alive, hoping it was different this time. But to his misfortune, the officer was already dead like the others.

Its rotten face was the first thing he saw when he got inside the shop, but quickly; he pointed the tip of his gun at him before pulling the trigger. He then heard more of them from outside as he was about to go to the door; he saw another person who doesn't seem to look like that monster-like corpse from earlier. She must be another survivor.

The brunette looked at him with wide eyes as she looked at the gun pointing at her. She quickly shouted: "Don't shoot!" While both of her hands were in the air as she looked at him in the eyes.

"Get down!" The blonde shouted back while tilting his head at her. She quickly ducked down her head as the man shot the trigger again seeing the walking corpse right behind her. The brunette looks up as she looks behind her while the man swiftly walks out of the shop; gun still in hand pointing ahead.

"You alright?" The young man asked her as he looked around the gas station. The brunette releases a huff as she turns her head towards him.

"Yeah, I think so… Thanks." She thanked him as the blonde gave her a tint glance.

"You can thank me later when we're safe." He said as he flicked his head forward signaling for the girl to look ahead, the brunette's eyes widened as she cussed under her breath as the walking corpse started to swarm around the duo.

The blonde looked around frantically as his eyes darted at the police car near them. He remembered the keys he took before he left the shop as he quickly looked at the panicking brunette; holding a gun of her own.

"Come on!" He yelled as he motioned his head in the car's direction. The girl nodded quickly before the two sprinted towards the Police car while dodging the attacks from the walking corpses.

"Get in! Hurry!" The brunette swiftly got inside the passenger seat as she was lucky enough to get inside without encountering any issues from the dead. The blonde-haired man quickly started the engine as he looked at the girl beside him. "Hold on!" He instructed as he used his feet to push down the gas pedal making the car screech to its speeding limit as he turned the car around; pushing the pedal once more as the car dashed out of the station.

Looking back behind his shoulders as he sighed in relief; beside him, the brunette does the same as she asked. "What the hell's going on?" The young man couldn't even think of anything to answer that question, he was confused as her.

"I don't know… Hopefully, they'll have answers at the Police station." He said, making the girl's head turn to him with a slight surprise expression. "Wait, you're a cop?"

"Yeah… my name's Leon Kennedy and you are?" Leon introduced himself as the girl beside him answered. "Claire—Claire Redfield."

Leon nodded his head at her, turning his head forward to the road as he noticed the rain started to drop heavily.

"Live around here?" He asked.

"Not really… I've only been here once. I'm looking for my brother, he's a cop like you." Claire says as her eyes were on him. Leon's sliver-like orbs flickered towards her for a quick moment before smiling at her a bit.

"Well, it's a good thing we found each other. I don't even know what to expect anymore…"

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Half-Life | Chapter 3 Teaser

Here's a teaser to give you guys something for waiting so patiently! The chapter is at nearly 9k words right now and I only have to write one more scene, but it's been hard to string everything together lately since I've been sick lol. I hope I can finish and post this chapter before the end of the week, but we'll see!

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It had been a full day since you left, and Leon loathed to admit just how miserable he felt.

He had spent the rest of the prior afternoon with Wolfie hunting for small game, the crow barely able to satiate his hunger.

He always liked the hunt, as he allowed himself to be in the moment, focused solely on his senses and cutting off the tide of emotions that threatened to pull him under.

The distraction didn’t last long, however.

He had killed a couple squirrels and another crow, hoping for something a little more substantial, when he came across a rabbit—a plump one with brown fur—and the reminder of you and the note you left stopped him mid-strike, the animal easily able to escape his normally deadly grasp.

He cut his losses after that, deciding he didn’t want to hunt anymore. He split his meager spoils with Wolfie, as he always did, and paced his house until nightfall, his thoughts rampant and his mood sour. 

He tried to sleep it off, but tossed and turned instead (though that wasn’t exactly an irregular occurrence for him). 

And now here he was, sitting in his boat in the middle of the lake and spearing any fish that dared to skim the surface of the water, using his tail and those four spidery appendages he had re-released from their place on his spine specifically for the task.

He didn’t like to keep them out for the sake of his own humanity, but the skin of his back rippled and ached when they were confined for too long.

Ten years and he was still uncomfortable in his own body.

He hated it.

He had a growing pile of fish sitting in a bucket before him, reveling in the fact that at least he’d be eating well for the day, briefly pausing his surveillance of the water to snack on one of the scaly creatures.

He wondered what you must be up to right now. Probably already halfway across the globe, bound for home. He wanted to ask you how you’d go about keeping the public from bothering him, but had been so preoccupied with getting to know you, he had forgotten.

He questioned idly whether or not you would keep to your word, but he supposed it was out of his hands now.

And, for some reason, he trusted you.

It was laughable, almost, how quickly he gave in the moment you didn’t budge from his scare tactics. He had become so inherently suspicious since the events that transpired in Raccoon City, as well as what occurred right here in this village a decade prior, so it shocked him how easily you blew right through his mental defenses.

To be fair to himself—which he often wasn’t—you had caught him so utterly off guard, he had no precedence to follow. No one else had gone that completely against common sense when faced with his monstrous form, and he simply couldn’t wrap his head around it. Besides, he was so starved for social interaction, he couldn’t stop himself from leaping at the opportunity to relish it.

He wanted the whole ordeal to be enough to pull him through to his plotted end, but he thought it was deeply unfair that he only craved more. More conversation. More attention. More affection.

It would have been easier if you had just run.

There was something to be said about loneliness, though: at least it was predictable. At least it was safe.

His inner ramblings were suddenly cut short when he heard a strange sound from the distance. 

There were footsteps again, but something else he couldn’t quite place—something that rumbled.

His first thought was a vehicle and panic immediately set in, causing him to paddle back to land as quickly as possible.

He wondered if you had broken your part of the deal and alerted others to his presence.

Maybe he had been wrong to trust you, after all.

He cursed himself under his breath.

He made it back to shore, the footsteps and that strange sound coming to a halt somewhere too close for comfort.

It was in the direction of his house, where he had left Wolfie to dutifully await his return.

If anything happened to his dog, he wasn’t sure what he’d do, praying to a god he no longer believed in that whoever trespassed wasn’t here to cause harm.

He bolted through the woods, dodging between the trees with practiced ease until he was skidding to a halt in the brush beside his home.

The sight that greeted him baffled him to his core.

There, just at his front door, was Wolfie, tail wagging happily as he sat on his haunches. But what really caught his eye was a figure standing above the dog, reaching out to feed him what looked like a treat from their hand.

And, when they turned to face Leon’s direction, the sound of him bounding through the forest catching their attention, he realized the person on his doorstep…

Was you.

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#plaga!leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #plaga!leon kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 remake #re4r #chubby!reader #half-life

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more re hc stuff ^_^ under cut bc i am just pasting in stuff i've already said on disc to a friend and some of this shit gets Long

👍wesker. has been conditioned to be impatient. if he wants something, he has to get it himself and can't wait for someone else to do it for him

william is way too anxious of a guy to make the first move, so wesker is the one who interrupts him mid sentence and goes I Want You apropos of nothing but hey, it works

if wesker wants someone to stop touching him, he has to Make them. and in the process that stops most people from Trying Him for a while. until the next idiot comes along

if wesker wants the experiments and mutilation to stop, he has to Kill the bastards responsible (perfectly reasonable, ngl. like actually)

and i imagine. killing marcus probably has wesker feeling good. great. amazing, even. like finally things are starting to maybe go well for him

and then having that blow up in his face when, for the first time, his award winning Go Getter attitude backfires badly, and he loses Everything in less than a month.

the remainer of stars want nothing to do with him - understandable, he did have to kill quite a few of them to make the (messy, rushed, impatient) plan work. but still failed in the end (so they sorta died for nothing)

chris wouldn't join him either, for reasons wesker doesn't understand (and won't for some time. his world view is a little skewed and his frame of reference is non existent)

and william is dead. because wesker couldn't wait to carry out the plan like they had discussed umbrella found out about their betrayal and now wesker is Alone

xx

👍claire joined the girl scouts bc she wanted to do wilderness shit, but got disappointed bc its mostly selling cookies. so she dressed up as a boy and used her brother's name to get into boyscouts and got every badge girlie is a survivalist and she goes hiking and camping frequently !!!

xx

👍thinking about ada and in-universe applications of the leon effect. spies, as in Real Life Spies, don't tend to have legal identities, and if they give you a name, chances are it's a fake one. so. headcanon time ada wong is not ada wong's birth name like, even without the trans headcanon. it's a name she came up with for the job wesker assigned her to do in raccoon city, in the event that she needs to give someone a name for whatever reason. and maybe she only really tells it to leon in the first place to get him to stop asking so many questions. give him the bare minimum to distract him from the more . Relevant. issues but then as this bright-eyed, stupidly trusting rookie tails her, even tells her off to being too calloused with kendo, and going as far as taking a Bullet for her. the way leon says that fake name starts to mean More . and it's as she's falling to her death that she realizes maybe ada isn't so fake of a name anymore. maybe she is ada wong and then some time after wesker plucks her from midair and they get out of the city she decides to say hey. i'm going by ada now

and ofc he pretends not to care, but he is curious about what happened to spark the change.

xx

👍the wallflowers - one headlight is a claida song specifically about like . leon made ada want a name. but claire makes her want to be a Person, instead of a half-real shadow of a human being that sheds everything about herself for every new job

ada goes into raccoon city that day as a half-real nobody with a mission, and emerges from its ashes as Someone

xx

👍thinkign abt aeon . their dynamic has a lot of potential either as a romantic ship or a burgeoning friendship

the delicate balance of tentative trust between them

ada, who was taught how to tell a near-perfect lie before she could do long division & has never wanted to - or had the opportunity to - hold onto something for very long. Permanent just hasn't been a Thing in her life since… ever

leon, who has been fucked over and betrayed more times than he can count. distrustful and wary but despite it all still tender-hearted. gets attached too quickly and too easily and all too desperate to see the best in people

smth abt. ada doing her best to try and regain leon's trust, and how to navigate life outside of being a spy. and leon having to relearn how to trust ada again, and not jump to the worst conclusion immediately and also they're t4t

#ressieposting #ressie hcs

[mishwanders]

Chapter Three [No.031]: What It Costs

Pairing: RE5 Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader

Summary: You watch over Jill’s recovery and contemplate the nature of things, of where you find yourself now.

Warnings: medical stuff, blood.

The Devil’s Teeth

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You sat in a chair next to Jill, watching her as she slept, monitoring her recovery since the fall. You could hear the subtle beep of her heart monitor, forcing you to glance up every so often. It was steady, she was stable, all other injuries having been dealt with.

Now all you had to do was wait for her to wake up.

You were confused as to why Wesker requested that you bring her back, why he stated that she might be of some use. At first you thought that maybe it could have been for blackmail against Chris - give him a reason to find himself back in the pit with both of you on your own terms, but you had begun to second guess that theory. It still could happen, be a part of his plan, but you recognized something different in between, something that was emanating off of Jill.

It was that damned pull to your urges.

It was the same one you felt when Birkin infected himself with the G-virus. Only this time, the urge did not pull you by rage alone. It was a scent that was sweet, like a bloodwine that pulled you closer, called to you, showing you exactly where she was at all times.

Jill had been infected and you had no clue, having never sensed it in the fight at all. Maybe it had just been laying dormant, lying in wait for the most opportune moment.

And her fall was the moment it had been waiting for. An infection that had saved her life.

You heard a woman clear her throat and you knew it wasn’t Jill. You looked up to notice that Excella Gionne had walked in, her hair kept up in a tight bun that never seemed to fall out of place. She wore a silky white dress with a plunging neckline. It didn’t seem suitable for a place like this, in a lab where vile research occurred,where blood always seemed to be involved. Regardless, even if you did think that Excella had a poor taste in practical work fashion - she was still on your side, as close to a friend as you could get here outside of Wesker, especially now that you both had left the physical location of the H.C.F. to foster a close relationship with Tricell.

Even with the new company, you couldn't help but admit that you missed Ada a bit, even if she was colder than most people you’d met. But you knew she’d found herself rather busy as of late, finding herself pitted up against that damned rookie cop again, the same one that had escaped Raccoon City.

What was his name again? Larry? Leroy?

No - shit that wasn’t right.

Leon.

That was his name. Leon’s name had come up a few times in your conversations with Ada and you knew there was something more happening between them by the way she spoke about him. You knew Ada well enough now though to not pry into her private life. So, whatever details she decided to give, you listened to, filing it away inside your mind, a part of the secret diary, the page listed as Ada’s Secrets.

At least it broke through the pages of screams and death.

But, back to Excella -

She wasn’t Ada, not by a long shot, but she did try to make her care for you known. Whether it was to suck up or because she actually cared, you had yet to figure out, but she at least made her attempts. Like right now, holding in her hand a fresh glass of blood. She walked over and sat down next to you in the other free chair, taking your hand in hers, and placing the glass in it gently. It was odd every time she touched you. Her hands didn’t carry the gentle curiosity of Weskers, instead it was filled with hesitancy, forced by her circumstances. You wondered if this is how she showed she cared, but her fear of what you could do made her anxious. Either way, you didn’t take your eyes off of Jill again, not for a second as you took a sip of your drink, contemplating the situation now.

Were you and Excella now a new version of Birkin and Wesker? Was Jill now a version of you, the one that had survived so many years ago in the Arklay lab, when all of this began?

Jill didn’t know what was going to happen to her, what was happening inside of her right now - that much you knew. As much as you taunted her before in the lab or the estate, seeing her as nothing more than a meal and traitor, this situation had made her different - you looked at her with a different light.

She wasn’t S.T.A.R.S., a test of your strength. She wasn’t Umbrella, a force that needed to be eradicated. She wasn’t the B.S.A.A., the people you were running and hiding from.

She was just Jill Valentine.

And in this moment, it was like deja vu, like you were looking in a mirror.

In this moment, she was just like you.

Chapter Two: Family Tree

Chapter Four: Holy Water

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It's Just A Game... CHAPTER ONE. ☆

DATE : ┃JANUARY 17TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY HOSPITAL. TIME : ┃12:17 AM.

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 The hospital’s lobby is quiet and the rain has let up significantly in the past couple of hours. The only person, apart from the nurses, who seems to inhabit the lobby is Jill. She passed out in one of the waiting chairs after Chris dropped her and the mystery woman off. 

 Chris had offered to keep Jill company during the night, but she insisted that he went home. “I don’t want to overwhelm her, Chris. Who knows what might’ve happened to her. I promise I’ll stay here all night, okay?” Not wanting to argue, he did what she asked but only under the condition that he would be back for her in the morning. “Of course,” Jill agreed before crashing not long after her colleague had left.

 As a nurse walks up to one of the stations, a blonde woman in a lab coat approaches simultaneously. Her attention is glued to the clipboard in her hand — seemingly oblivious to the environment around her. The name tag attached to the lab coat reads ‘Dr. Annette Birkin,’ a name the nurse suddenly addresses with a charming smile. “Hello Dr. Birkin, how are you doing tonight?”

 Dr. Annette Birkin has a reputation for being cold and reserved, so no one should be offended if she were to respond in an off-putting manner. “Fine, has Jane Doe’s vitals been checked yet?” She asks, laying the clipboard onto the counter and starts flipping through pages.

 The nurse feels her smile fall, and she awkwardly clears her throat. “Y-Yes, and she’s in stable condition. Her whole body is covered in cuts and scratches, but nothing life threatening. However, we came across something strange when we ran a couple of x-rays. We noticed her vocal chords have been damaged. We have a theory it’s from excessive amounts of screaming, but we aren’t completely sure yet.” She goes quiet after this, looking at Annette’s blank face for approval before changing the subject. “O-Of course her vocal chords should heal within six to eight weeks.” The nurse swallows.

 Annette’s gaze flicks to the nurse, “Hm...remind me, how did Jane Doe arrive?”

 The nurse straightens, “Two S.T.A.R.S. members brought her in. One of them is still waiting in the lobby.”

 Annette furrows her brows. “What for?” She dryly asks.

 “The officer said she wanted to speak with the Jane Doe,” The nurse replies, “but I told her she couldn’t until the Jane Doe was awake.”

 “Jane Doe hasn’t woken up yet?” Annette inquires, prompting her interest.

 “Not since the last time I was in her room.” The nurse responds.

 Annette knows now is a good opportunity to get a blood sample, even if there’s the possibility Umbrella acquires the subject later. It is peculiar how the vocal cords have been damaged — but no matter. The patient could be a fine specimen regardless if she can speak or not.

 The nurse smiles before heading in the opposite direction of Dr. Birkin. Annette returns a weak, fake smile that fades once the nurse is out of sight. She then makes her way towards Jane Doe’s hospital room, grabbing a syringe from the counter and sliding it into her pocket in the process. Her hand stays inside her lab coat’s pocket as she crosses over the room’s threshold and closes the door behind her. The sounds of the television in the left corner of the ceiling and the hospital equipment cover up Annette’s footsteps. She approaches the woman’s bedside slowly sliding the cap off the syringe. Upon closer look, Annette now sees exactly what the nurse was talking about.

 Small cuts, scratches, and scrapes seem to be scattered across the woman’s body — some of them covered by gauze. It’s a pitiful sight to see, but Annette doesn’t waste time pitying people. She has a job to do.

 Annette grabs the woman’s left arm and injects the needle into the area. She begins extracting the blood sample. The woman stirs in her sleep at this, prompting Annette to pause. She retreats the needle only to discover she got enough for one sample, but it will have to do. Trying not to get caught with the blood sample, Annette leaves the room hastily. Never knowing that she was being watched.

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 It started with a slight sting — a familiar sting, like a needle — then came the distinct sound of a television, and finally the slow beeping of medical equipment. The young woman’s brows furrow as pain sets over her body, barely able to move without being a victim of discomfort. She’s about to open her eyes when she feels some sort of wrapping get pulled up her arm and she freezes, alluding to whoever is in the room she’s still asleep.

 Faint footsteps are heard walking away from her, but she is unsure due to the volume of the television. She slowly cracks her eyes open to check, but she only catches a glimpse of a blonde woman leaving the room putting something into her lab coat pocket. 

 The Jane Doe doesn’t think anything of it and chooses to look around the room instead. Golden Girls is blaring on the TV, playing an episode she has already seen. There’s an IV machine attached to her arm, the clear liquid in the bag dripping down the tubes. The sounds of rain and thunder she remembered are now gone, with remnants from the hospital’s roof trickling down the sides of the building. She looks back up to the TV as a laugh track roars through the room. She swallows, but she winces at the pain. She then looks down at her arms and legs that are half wrapped in gauze. Her eyes blankly stare at the uncovered cuts and scratches along her body. Just what exactly happened to her?

 She isn’t given time to ask herself anymore questions before a nurse in plum colored scrubs steps into the room. She’s distracted carrying a clipboard in one hand and a basket of gauze in the other, cheerfully closing the door before turning around and making eye contact with the young woman. “Oh! You’re awake, how are you feeling?” She sweetly asked the confused, hurting woman laying in the bed. The young woman starts to speak, but quickly realizes exactly why her throat hurts. She’s lost her voice.

“Aw, yeah, I expected that. The good news is you should be back to normal in six to eight weeks.” She smiles as she walks over, placing the clipboard to the side. She then starts resuming her process of wrapping up the woman’s wounds. Losing her voice the least of her worries compared to the hurt she feels from being touched. The pained woman makes faces as the nurse wraps her wounds. “Would you like me to get you some pain medicine? It should help with the pain for now.” Said the nurse.

 The young woman nods, looking at the nurse’s name tag hanging from her top. ‘Judy Marks’ it reads. Judy finishes with the woman’s gauze wrappings, and she grabs the clipboard before exiting the room to retrieve something to sooth the patient’s aching. Once Judy leaves the room, Jane Doe prepares to sit herself up. She presses her palms into the mattress and her arms shake as she lifts herself upward. It’s a painful process, but as soon as she’s upright she falls back into the pillows from exhaustion. She looks up to the TV to pass the time but once a commercial begins playing — she freezes.

 The commercial starts with a spokesman talking about a company that ‘treats its employees well and gives them an opportunity to make the world a better place,’ then advertising a product called “Regenerate” and some vague details about the research that’s been going into it. She wouldn’t have thought anything of it — she couldn’t have thought anything of it, because it’s not real. At least, it’s not supposed to be. The commercial is advertising the same products with the same name as a well known video game company. There should be a new game announcement or release date to follow — but nothing. This is weird. Like really weird.

 Come to think of it, as the woman looks around the room again she now notices that everything looks outdated. WAY outdated. There’s not a modern piece of technology in sight, and the strange smell of the room is suddenly making her feel dizzy. Her anxiety begins to tear at her.

 What kind of hospital doesn’t have modern equipment? Who was the woman that left her room before the nurse came? Wait — where is the nurse? If she wants answers, she’ll get them from the nurse.

 The short while starts to feel like forever before Judy re-enters the room with some pain medicine, a cup of water, and a notebook. The young woman smiles weakly, excited for the medications to heal her afflictions but is confused about the notebook. She quickly brushes off the thought as Judy passes pills and water off to the woman. She swallows the pills and hands the cup to Judy once she’s done.

 Judy sets the cup to the side and hands the notebook to Jane Doe. Judy then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pen, holding it out to the woman. The woman looks to the nurse with a puzzled expression, but she takes the pen from Judy. “It’s for you to be able to communicate. I know it seems like it’ll be a long time, but your voice will be back before you know it.” She grins widely, “Let’s start with something simple. Do you remember your name?”

 The young woman stares down at the notebook’s cover. In the corner, she spots one of the simplest of shapes. Perfect.

 She opens the book and writes down something short and presents it to Judy. Judy scans over it and smiles. “Starr. That’s a pretty name.” Of course it’s not her real name — but she wants answers before having to answer her own questions.

 Starr writes down something else, and Judy reads it over.

 Are there any doctors working tonight?

 Starr is met with a nod, a smile, and an answer that makes her stomach drop. She feels like she might throw up.

 “Dr. Annette Birkin is working the floor tonight. Would you like me to get her?” Judy responds. Starr quickly shakes her head ‘no,’ and Judy taps her fingers before remembering something.

 “There’s an officer waiting for you in the lobby wanting to ask you some questions. Would it be alright if she spoke with you?”

 Starr subconsciously nods a ‘yes,’ still in disbelief at the words that came from Judy’s mouth. Is that who left her room earlier? The Dr. Annette Birkin…

 No! Starr has to think rationally here. She’s mentally screaming at herself that this is all just one big coincidence as Judy leaves the room once again.

 As soon as she’s alone, Starr feels her body become hot with worry. This isn’t real. It can’t be real. She wants to say maybe she’s dreaming or she could even be dead, but nobody hurts like this in dreams or when they’re dead. Nobody usually wakes up in a hospital, either. Starr pulls down the wrapping in the crook of her arm, and she spots it: A tiny needle hole that still flowed blood when she applied pressure to it. After pulling the gauze back up, Starr stares at the TV screen in order to distract herself from her growing anxiety.

 Spotting Jill, who is still asleep in the chair, Judy approaches and begins to lightly shake her. Startled, Jill looks to the nurse with confusion but quickly realizes where she is and begins rubbing her eyes.

 “Jane Doe is ready for you now.” Judy says. Jill stands up, eager to finally meet the person she’s been (literally) dreaming of meeting. 

 As Jill and the nurse enter the room, Jill can barely believe her eyes. Same hair, same wounds, same gown, and the same terrified look on her face. There really is no doubt in Jill’s mind now that this is who has been in her dreams.

 Starr swallows hard. It’s Jill Valentine, the Jill Valentine, or at least this woman looks a LOT like the iconic character.

 Jill steps forward and greets the woman sitting up in the bed.

 “Hello, my name is Jill Valentine. I’m an officer from the S.T.A.R.S. division at the Raccoon City Police Department. I just wanna sit down with you and ask a couple of questions, is that fine with you?”

 Starr physically nods but internally she feels her soul disconnect from her body. She’s so screwed. No — worse than that.

 Jill has many, many questions.

 ‘Are you in danger?’

‘Do you recognize me?’

‘Do you remember anything?’

‘How do you know me?’

‘Is someone out to get you?’

However, Jill knows she can’t overwhelm the woman with so much at once. She just has to take it one step at a time. 

 As Judy leaves, Jill pulls a chair up close to Starr’s bed, and Starr feels confused, anxious, afraid — so many things all at once it’s maddening. She fiddles with her fingers while Jill gets comfortable. After doing so, Jill has no idea where to even start. She figures if she’ll start anywhere, she would like to know her name.

 “Do you have a name that I can call you?”

 Starr points to the same writing the nurse had read earlier, and Jill sits up to read. “Starr.” Ironic. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Starr. I’m sorry that we’re meeting under such circumstances,” Jill looks her over with a frown, “Are you feeling alright?”

 Jill already knows the answer. ‘No.’ She can tell the wounds on her body are painful. From what still remained uncovered by gauze, the wounds have become surrounded by a bright red.

 Starr motions her hand tilting left to right, signaling ‘eh’ to Jill. Jill tries a different question. “Do you remember anything from before you woke up here?”

 Starr stares down at the pale white of the notebook’s paper, trying to piece together her night. How is it possible to have woken up in a fictional town in a fictional world? She remembers the storm and the electricity going out as she was getting a quick shower before bed. After that there was a bright flash, nothing else. Starr looks at Jill and shows the notebook after she scribbles down her answer. 

 I was taking a shower before bed and the power went out. Then there was a bright light and I woke up here.

 There’s something written underneath.

 Where was I found?

 “You were found unconscious on the outskirts of town. You’re lucky we found you. You could’ve died from hypothermia.”

 Starr bites the inside of her cheek. She hopes to God she wasn’t naked when she was found, but considering her whole body is covered in wounds she probably was. It’s better not to ask.

 Starr nods, looking back down to the notebook and thinking of what to ask. What could she ask? What can she ask that wouldn’t put this woman’s whole existence and the world around her into jeopardy? Starr then looks back to Jill. The look in Jill’s eyes is sincere. 

 Starr knows deep down that if anybody would help her Jill Valentine would. But what will she say to her?

 “I’m from the real world and basically you’re part of a simulation and none of this is real. Will you help me get home?”

 That doesn’t exactly bode well for anyone.

 Starr bites her lip. If she stays in this world for too long, who knows what might happen. In the real world, Starr is a big fan of Resident Evil, a zombie survival game set mostly in the town of Raccoon City. There are several other locations, but the games are centered around Raccoon City being the catalyst. Starr was never involved much in actually playing the games, but the stories, characters, and lore were all enough to get her hooked. She read every comic and book and watched all the movies she could get her hands on. She learned the entire Resident Evil history, which meant nothing in the real world. But in this world? That kind of information would be a gold mine for the right and wrong people.

 Jill can see Starr is fidgeting, and she clears her throat.

 “Starr, do you think someone did this to you? Or if there might be anyone who could be out to get you?”

 Starr feels her stomach flip in excitement. An opportunity. Unfortunately, her excitement doesn’t last for long as she looks Jill in the face. Starr feels a wave of guilt wash over her, suddenly feeling guilty for lying. If she can figure out a way to get home, she’d get out of Jill’s hair as soon as possible. A little lying won’t hurt. After all, it’s just a game right?

 Starr writes down a response onto the paper and hands it to Jill.

 I don’t think anyone did this to me, but if I stay alone eventually someone might come for me. I know a lot of things I shouldn’t.

That’s not really a lie, Starr realized once she noticed Annette Birkin took a blood sample from her arm, which woke her up. There’s no telling what might happen to her if she stays in this hospital bed. Even worse, she’s not in a position to defend herself.

 “Do you have any friends or family close?” Jill asks. Starr shakes her head no. Jill feels like she should take a shot with her next question. After all, you only live once right?

 “Random question, do you,” Jill swallows, “do you recognize me?” She waits in anticipation while Starr is conflicted on how to respond. All this feels like one big dream to Starr. Wait, that’s it!

 Starr nods her head and writes again.

 From a dream, but I can’t remember it. Why?

 Now that was a lie. Starr remembers her, but not from a dream. What did Jill mean? Has Jill seen her before?

 Jill feels herself become ecstatic. Maybe she isn’t crazy after all.

 “No particular reason. Do you happen to live anywhere around here?” Jill inquires, and Starr shakes her head. She’s nowhere near from around here. Jill furrows her brows at this. That’s strange. “Where do you live?”

 Starr shrugs. 

 Jill is concerned. So far she has no reason to believe this woman is lying to her, but something is off and Jill can’t understand what it is. “Do you have any information we could use to identify you?”

 Starr shakes her head, and Jill now becomes worried. Just who is this ‘Starr’? Where did she come from? Where will she go? 

 “Do you know a place you can go?” 

 Starr shakes her head. This just isn’t making any sense, but Jill’s good nature ultimately gets the better of her. 

 “Would you feel better if I offered you a place until you can find somewhere to go?” Jill asks.

 Starr looks to Jill with a look of gratitude and nods her head. Jill and Starr smile at one another before they are interrupted by Starr’s growling stomach. Jill laughs. “Hungry?”

 Starr nods sheepishly before Jill gets up and walks to the door. 

 “I’ll be right back.”

⋆

DATE : ┃JANUARY 17TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY HOSPITAL. TIME : ┃7:57 AM.

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 As the morning sun rises over the horizon and shines through the blinds, Jill blinks her eyes awake. She looks up to the window and squints at the bright sun. She sighs and stretches from her uncomfortable position in the chair. As she begins to walk over to the hospital bed, Jill notices how peaceful Starr looks while she sleeps. Jill smiles and walks over to the door, but as the door handle clicks she hears shuffling from behind her.

 Starr sits up in bed with a look that was purely pitiful. It seems in her sleep the pills wore off.

 “Hey, I’m going down to the lobby to wait on my friend to pick me up,” Starr becomes immediately worried but Jill calms her down, “When he drops me off at home, I’m going to come right back for you.”

 Starr is delighted. Why is Jill going out of her way to personally bring Starr into her own home? Especially considering she’s a complete stranger? She isn’t sure, but it’s better than being stuck here than waiting around for what might happen.

 Starr nods and Jill leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

 Starr looks over to the window and stares up at the bright blue sky. She hopes that Jill really does come back for her.

 8:43 AM.

 Time seemed like it would never end until Jill reentered Starr’s room with a wheelchair. Starr smiles as Jill helps her into the chair and she has one final glance at the terribly ugly, smelly room. That glance continued out into the hallway as the two approached the hospital entrance. Starr looks around. 

 Raccoon City is far different than she could have imagined. It’s a lot cleaner, of course, instead of being littered with zombies and crashed cars. Traffic isn’t terrible, some buildings are dull while others are bright and colorful, and citizens happily go about their day. It actually looks like a decent looking city.

 Jill helps Starr into the front seat and pushes the wheelchair back into the lobby to hand off to one of the nurses. As Starr gets comfortable in her seat, she suddenly feels a pair of eyes on her. She looks up and notices the assumed Dr. Annette Birkin staring at her. Starr shudders before Jill opens the driver’s side door, pulling her attention away from Annette and smiling weakly to Jill. Jill smiles back at Starr before starting the engine and pulling away from the hospital’s parking lot.

 As the two pull away, Annette turns and walks away from the window and makes her way into her office.

 She closes the door behind her and locks it. Sliding into her chair and moving her computer mouse, a screen loads, and she clicks an icon. An email tab pulls up and she begins to type.

⋆

 William,

 Inform Wesker that he will need to look into someone by the name of Starr. She was transported to the hospital by two S.T.A.R.S. members, Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield. A blood sample I extracted from her is nothing like I’ve ever seen. She was discharged and left with Valentine only moments ago. See to it that this is done, I only had enough for one sample.

 Annette

#resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil fanfic #chris redfield #jill valentine #annette birkin #starr (oc) #isekai #S.T.A.R.S. #albert wesker #william birkin #umbrella corporation #pre-resident evil 1 #pre resident evil 1

[springvaletales]

((Session 28 is wrapped!))

We’re back with our guest, and a new player who’s just sitting in to listen tonight.

I had a DM-to-DM chat with my bestie’s dad last night about how to deal with a cheating PC and since talking has failed so far we’re going to try some of his suggestions

Asahi’s PC had trouble getting set up, so we just took to chatting about back-up PCs and how that party is basically shaping up to be the Evil One

Bagelby’s Player’s backup: Label, Bagelby’s long-lost, lawful-evil, lvl. 7 rune knight child-soldier twin brother.

August’s Player, banging their hands on the table: “Can you break-dance fight??”

Evil party so far: An eco-terrorist, a grown-up child soldier, an identity-stealing con artist, a warlock who lapses into murderous semi-conscious when she levels up and sacrifices someone to her patron, and a vampire dentist who is literally the only nice one.

Bagelby’s Player: “Label has absolutely sold his soul to the Sunfell Cult.”

At least two of these back-up characters are aligned to an Archfey who’s a sworn nemesis of the Taker of the Lost purely bc he’s been accidentally encroaching on their territory for the past two years.

Asahi’s Player can’t get her voice-chat working, so she typed all of her moves tonight.

Bagelby: “I don’t think we should kill Drokk. Maybe he can change?”

The rest of the party, laughing: “No.”

Asahi cast Thunderwave in the middle of battle, not realizing that everyone was basically crowded on top of each other.

I’m side-eying every ‘nat 20’ Thiori’s Player rolls now SO HARD  and I don’t like this feeling

Most of the party failed the Con save, but nobody fell off (thank Skaadi).

“Your fists may miss their mark, but your words do not; you give a scathing critique of his social policy.”

The instant I tried to lay down some restrictions on Thiori’s actions without being blatant (why are you swinging a 10ft glaive over your head all fancy like when everyone’s crowded in the same 6-10ft tornado?!) his player began to rules lawyer me in my own damn campaign holy HECK do I hate this feeling

Bagelby: “I’m gonna send Pedro into the fray-“

The party: “THE RETURN OF PEDRO!”

Sir Carl Jaeger’s crow/raccoon griffon lost an eye to Marrow-Eater.

Bagelby cast True Strike on Drokk in preparation to put him in time out with the Time Out Knife, and learned both his and Marrow-Eater’s current HP and AC.

I should not be dreading Thiori’s turn like this.

Me: “You have….four rounds of falling before you hit the lake.”

Thiori’s Player: “Well actually-“

“For health insurance, that griffon will do anything for you.”

For story reasons, Drokk needs to live, so on his turn, Marrow-Eater broke away from the party and flew out over the lake.

August got an attack of opportunity and managed to chop of his pinky finger, which Ena promptly caught with Mage Hand bc we can’t go a single session without collecting body parts.

“…and now you have a bloody Orc pinky finger.”

I now ship Thiori’s griffon and Sir Carl Jaeger’s griffon.

SnowWing has no interest in taking the egg August has, so August is keeping it (despite also making a valiant effort to tame SnowWing for herself).

Two of the Rookery guards the party curb stomped were waiting for them when they all landed, purely because I needed someone else there to properly put away all the griffon gear and push along some very, VERY back burner story elements.

Bagelby: “Hello, Chain Mail Jock Strap Man! My name is Bagelby, and I’m from the Feywilds!”

Sir Carl Jaeger: “…..hello.”

At last! Proper introductions to Sir Carl Jaeger!!

Sir Carl Jaeger asked all the important questions, like “what are your goals here?”, “what brought you to the city?”. I love him.”

August and Asahi both recognize the symbol of SCJ’s family, due to their own noble connections and relations.

The party all went out to meet up with Vashael, and immediately began initiating Sir Carl Jaeger into the prince hazing tradition.

Ena’s Player: *makes a joke about Michael topping Vashael*

Me: *not answering*

Ena’s Player: wait wAIT DOES HE??

Thiori’s Player wanted to drop a keg-sized molotov cocktail on the next target, and until Ena’s Player spoke up to tell him “NO THERE’S CIVILIANS IN THERE” I was watching all my plans for a semi-stealth mission go up in flames.

Thiori then fell off the dragon bus bc he was too busy making a molotov cocktail to hold on, though he managed to hold on to Vashael’s leg.

Ena also fell off the dragon bus, but managed to hold on to Thiori’s leg.

Bagelby, who fell of the dragon bus two times last session, held on the best.

We wrapped up with Vashael flying through the smokescreen of the burning city towards the mayor’s house. We’ll pick up again next week, and see what becomes of my stealth mission!

#OOC #Quarantine D&D #((I chickened out)) #((I said one petty thing and immediately felt bad)) #((and we're back to square one))

[067supremacy]

WARNING! Mentions of death, loss, and grief 

Your one and only - Jill Valentine

I'm sorry in advance 💔

Rain and tears mingle on your face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness of your eyes gives any clue to your sadness, and in this city, who will look closely enough to tell. There is a heaviness to your woolen coat that was absent when you left the hospital.

The rain beats down on you like a drum; the sheer force, combined with your ultimate sadness, was tiring. The massive sign covered in graffiti signaled that you had just entered the local park. Seems a good enough place as any to have a breakdown.

The children play park came in to view, and that's when the memories of your childhood spiked; it was this exact play park you met the love of your life, Jill. Better times and Better memories.

Yesterday was so simple, you picked up the expensive ring you could barely afford, you got Jills' favorite flowers, her go-to snacks. And even had her favorite movie ready to play. Jill always said she wanted subtle, so a proposal in the apartment you now shared together seemed perfect. Little did you know that shortly after midnight, you would get a call.

A call you hoped would never come, a call you couldn't imagine would ever come. The sound of a man's voice, easily mid-'50s, said with nothing but sorrow, the two words you never wanted to hear. "I'm sorry,"

The rest of the call was a blur; you couldn't even remember hanging up. But you had one destination, and that was the Raccoon City Hospital.

It was fairly routine for people with Jills' skill set, a possible kidnap and hostage situation. You didn't know the details, and quite frankly, you didn't care for them, but the man who was responsible for that crime had just taken the life of your one and only.

Your mind was in denial; she would be fine. Sitting up in the hospital bed with a slight cut, anxiously awaiting your arrival.

This was far from the case. The sad smile the doctor offered you; told you everything you needed to know. She was gone—your Jill. The sight you entered on was sickening. Multiple bullet wounds scattered her chest and stomach, tubes, and wires were surrounding her body. Her face was pale white, but her neck under was stained crimson red.

The overwhelming urge to release the contents of your stomach was stopped, for you had to be strong at this moment. The tears you tried so hard to keep back were eventually released—a downpour, similar to the one outside.

It was almost as if mother nature had taken your soul as a reference to how the weather would be. At first, the flood gates opened, and as you stroked her cold, bloodless cheek, the rain got heavier and heavier.

Your tears of sadness soon became anger. When the anger crept up, you could hear the light rumble of impending thunder, followed by the deadly strike of lightning.

The devil himself would have been shaking at your fury, begging for endless mercy.

She was right in front of you, even in death, she was angelic. You took this opportunity to let everything out. Your agonizing wails of pain echoed through the empty hospital hallways; patients, doctors, and nurses could all hear your life unfolding. This is genuine pain.

As preparations for Jills' body were put into place, you kissed her hand one last time. The last time. Your heart was officially broken; no amount of time would heal this fracture on your being. The second you exited the hospital room, you felt nothing.

A man you knew to be Jills' partner, Chris, was standing by the door. He, too, looked distraught, his tall, overpowering demeanor was gone. Replaced by utter sadness, he avoided eye contact as he caught your attention.

"I'm so sorry, I-I tried my best, but- "

You shook your head in response. You knew Chris would take this hard; Jill was his partner after all.

"Don't do that to yourself, she wouldn't let you," That was all you could manage; it was blunt but to the point.

"In the event of one of our- this is for you, I promised I would give it to you,"

Chris held out a small envelope, which you took before aimlessly walking through the silent corridor.

With those thoughts pushed aside, you looked down at the wrinkled envelope; it was slightly water damaged, so you hoped whatever was inside was still intact.

You took a seat by the playground; it was covered from rain by a small canopy. As you open the envelope, you take a deep breath when you realize it's a letter, and the handwriting is unmistakable. It was Jill who wrote this.

"So, I'm not good with this sort of thing. I hope that you never have to read this.

Anyway, Hi, babe. If you receive this letter then, well. I'm gone.

I want to start off by saying that I'm sorry. I know how you will react to this; you will be upset at first, but that will turn to anger; it will be with others at first, but soon the anger will be with yourself. Please don't let it consume you; I know you won't fight it, which is why I will personally come back and throw it out of you. (Drawn smiley face) when my light goes out, and it's my time to settle down, just know that my main concern will be you. Always you.

Secondly, I love you. I dedicated everything I have to you, but it still feels like it isn't enough. When I get home tonight, I will be sure to tell you ten times over just how much I love you.

Finally, since you probably/hopefully won't see this, I should tell you that I may have plans to get you a puppy for your birthday. You won't stop talking about it and well if it makes you smile. It will make me smile. Also want to add that I'm still waiting for you to propose; stop teasing me with it and ask the question already! The answer is always yes.

You're the one I can't live without.

This fact is true, I have no doubt.

I love the way you smile at me.

I love the way together we're free.

Your one and only, Jill."

Everything about this letter was crushing. She was waiting for you to propose. God was playing a sick game right now; he had no respect for your life. Everything that you wanted was supposed to happen tonight. You would finally spend the rest of your life with her until the powers beyond took it all away.

The tears continued to fall, and the rain had yet to die down. Looking out at the busy street beyond the park, the neon glow of high street shops surrounded by water droplets, created the aesthetic of a lifetime. You began to see her face in the rain; you could make out every single detail that made her so unique. As a flash of lightning temporarily blinded your vision, by the time it was back. Her face was gone.

There was no doubt that tonight would forever be remembered, just not in the way you hoped. The night you were to ask Jill for her hand in marriage was the same night you lost her forever.

#resident evil #re3 remake #re3r #jill valentine #jillybean #capcom #gaming #imagine #angst #loss #grief #biohazard #resident evil 3 #nemesis #jill x reader

[prolestariwrites]

Ashes [Chapter 1] by lickitysplit

Fandom: Resident Evil Characters: Jill Valentine/Carlos Oliveira Rating: M (Mature)

Summary: A year after the destruction of Raccoon City, Jill is ready to put the past in the past and get back to her life. When she and Chris are recruited to go after Wesker, it seems like the perfect opportunity... until she's partnered with the last person she ever wanted to see again.

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Jill jumps when a hand presses to her arm, and she swings her gaze from the window. She relaxes immediately when she registers it was just Chris, slumping a bit in the back of the taxi as she catches her breath.

“You okay?” he asks, half-concerned and half-laughing.

“Yeah. Wool gathering.” She shakes herself and blinks at him. “What is it?”

“Just wanted to check,” he says. “You seem nervous.”

Jill chuckles a bit to hide her nerves that are very much on edge. “Nah,” she scoffs, shifting in her seat to adjust her seatbelt.

“I get it if you are. I mean it’s not every day we meet with the feds.”

“Maybe for you,” she laughs, “but I saw plenty the past eight months or so. No big deal.”

Chris’ lips press together in that look he gets when she makes light of Raccoon City. But he nods and turns to look straight ahead as the taxi weaves through the traffic. “Still…”

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Jill says, keeping her tone light. “You’ve been meeting every official who’s crawled out of the woodwork. This should be a cakewalk for you.”

“County, yeah. State sometimes. But the DOJ?” Chris shakes his head. “This is gonna be big. I can feel it.”

Jill folds her arms and turns to look out the window again. He’s probably right; Chris usually is.

The taxi pulls up outside of a slick-looking office complex, and Chris pays the fare as Jill climbs out. She holds her hand up for shade against the late morning sun that is reflected brightly off the windowed stories. “Looks like something the feds would waste money on,” she comments after he joins her on the sidewalk.

Chris chuckles before giving her a nudge. “Let’s go.”

They pass through metal detectors that are set off by Chris’ weapon, which he surrenders at reception while they present their ID’s. Jill eyes the Glock almost longingly as it is tagged and set inside a locker, scowling a bit as Chris is handed a ticket to retrieve it later. It’s not fair that he’s been allowed to keep his weapons while she hasn’t, but that is an argument she’s been having with anyone who cares to listen for months. Not that it's gotten her anywhere.

She takes her license back from the receptionist before being pointed towards the elevators. They wait in silence until the doors open, and when they step inside Chris presses the button for the fifth floor. “Did you read the stuff I sent you on this guy?” he asks once the elevator begins to move.

“Yeah,” Jill replies. “Agent Donner, DOJ, blah blah. Probably wants to ask us about everything again, like we haven’t told them everything we know about Umbrella a thousand times.”

Jill can practically feel him give her a side-eye, which does little to help her already dampened mood. “Maybe not.”

“If it was just you, maybe not. But all I’m good for now is giving blood samples apparently. Can’t let the bioweapon have a badge.”

Her tone is harsh, and she hates taking it out on Chris. It’s not his fault that he’s been allowed to keep working, now reporting to the county since Raccoon City is gone. But it still stings that whatever powers-that-be that still exist won’t trust her to come on full time as an agent. Nobody knows Umbrella more than the former S.T.A.R.S. team, and as one of the surviving members, it’s beyond frustrating that she’s the only one not allowed to actually do anything.

The elevator dings and they step into another reception area. The secretary offers them something to drink before heading down a hallway, leaving them to wait. Jill examines the pictures on the wall, most of which are group photos of recruitment teams by year, alongside a handful of formal portraits of agents in dress attire. A pang presses sharp into her stomach, thinking of the similar memorial wall in the police station. Do all law enforcement groups have such traditions? Jill had never thought to wonder before.

“Agent Redfield!” They both turn as a man enters from the hallway, walking over to shake Chris’ hand. “I’ve heard so much about you. Welcome.”

“Thanks.”

“And Miss Valentine,” he continues, turning to her with his hand outstretched. “A pleasure.”

“Agent Valentine,” she corrects as she returns the shake.

He clears his throat. “Of course. Henry Donner. Let me show you where we’ll be meeting.”

They exchange a glance before following Donner down a long hallway. At the end is a meeting room, and conversation stops as they are introduced to a handful of other agents. Two are also from the Justice department, one from FEMA, and the final one is an FBI agent. It annoys her how Chris seems impressed, taking a seat quickly once the introductions are done.

“Do you need anything? Coffee?” Donner offers.

Chris declines but Jill decides to get to the point. “Why are we here?” she asks.

Donner clears his throat. “As you can imagine, the United States government is interested in finding all responsible parties for the unfortunate incident in Raccoon City. The FBI and the Department of Justice have been working closely together to track down the former executives of Umbrella, as well as information on any and all scientists who were knowingly or even unknowingly working on bioweapons.

“The search is going well,” he continues. “We’ve taken dozens of people into custody, and thankfully many former employees of Umbrella have come forward to volunteer information.” Donner glances around the room. “However, the investigation is not moving as quickly as the department, or even the president, would like. That’s why we’ve asked you here.”

Jill sighs. This seems like another afternoon of questions going hours on end, and she tries to think of a way to shut it down quickly. “What do you want exactly?”

“Your help, Miss— Agent Valentine,” he replies with a little wink.

Jill narrows her eyes as Chris quickly interjects, “We’ve given dozens of interviews. They’ve been recorded and on tape, we’ve handed over everything we know from our investigations. What more can we give you?”

“Agent Shields?” Donner prompts.

The one from the FBI stands, walking around the table as he carries a folder. “We’re prepared to bring you both on in an official capacity. Not as members of the department, mind—that would be impossible giving the time constraints. Rather, you would be sworn in as ad hoc agents, to assist with finding one particular suspect.”

Shields lays the folder down in front of Chris, and he opens it as he moves it so Jill can also see. Her eyes go wide as they fall on the picture paperclipped to the front cover. “Wesker?” she asks in confusion, looking up.

“He’s dead,” Chris argues. “He was killed in the Arklay Mountains.”

“We have reason to suspect he is alive,” Shields replies.

There is a moment of silence as Jill absorbs the information. Wesker, alive? Images of the mansion and the last time she had seen him form a grotesque slideshow in her mind. “That bastard,” she mutters. “He started this. He’s behind all of this.”

“How do you know he’s alive?” Chris demands.

“There’s intelligence the federal government has received that he’s been spotted overseas,” Donner replies. “I can’t indulge too much, but his identity was confirmed via DNA. Only…” He clears his throat, glancing at the other agents. “There were markers in his DNA that indicate some kind of mutation. We’re working with FEMA and the CDC to identify exactly what and how he has mutated, and there is suspicion that it’s an ongoing condition. Which is why we must find him, and fast. There’s no telling what he has, and what he can spread.”

Donner glances at her, and Jill’s face heats. “If he was infected with something, you’d know it,” she says. “It’s not like the infected were hard to miss in Raccoon City.”

“We know it’s not the T-virus,” the FEMA agent interrupts.

“It’s a yet-unidentified strain,” Donner continues. “Further intelligence from other Raccoon City survivors confirm at least one other Umbrella strain exists, known as the G-virus. Whatever is in Wesker, it’s neither of those, as we have samples of both.” He nods at Jill before saying, “You have antibodies from the vaccine you were given, as does Sherry Birkin, another survivor who had been inflicted with the G-virus. But we can’t say for sure that Wesker has such a precaution. And until we know for sure, we need him in custody, or else the entire world is at risk.”

Jill’s heart pounds as she looks back down at the file. Finally, a chance to do something, get the hell out of the lab and her cramped apartment where she’s under near-constant surveillance. A smile curls on her lips as she thinks of finding Wesker and bringing him in, right after she puts her foot right up his ass.

“So you’re sending us to find Wesker?” Chris asks. “Why us?”

She resists the urge to poke him. “Do you want to do this or not?” she hisses.

“Of course I do. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on Wesker since that damn mansion.” He frowns at Donner. “You have every agent probably looking for him. So why us?”

“Chris.”

“It’s a fair question,” Donner says. “Truth is, we’ve been chasing him for well over a month. There’s just not enough information to get a lock on him. We can’t predict his movements, and with almost everything from Umbrella now destroyed, we’re fumbling in the dark trying to guess his associates, his contacts, find his safe houses.”

Shields leans against the table and taps on Wesker’s picture. “You two worked with him. You know him, his movements, how he thinks. We’re confident if we put you in the field, you’ll be able to identify the right movements for the department.”

Jill is nearly vibrating with excitement. “You’re going to deputize us then?”

Donner nods, and Jill grins, giving Chris an elbow. “Come on, Redfield, don’t you want to partner with me again?”

He gives her a wry look, but Donner shakes his head. “You won’t be partnering together. That was the original plan, but things have changed.”

Jill’s brows go up as Chris looks unconvinced. “What changed?”

“New intelligence points to Wesker making contact with an arms dealer,” Shields explains. “Seems like he’s running out of cash and needs to sell a few secrets. Problem is, we don’t know which dealer.”

“We’ve narrowed it down to two,” Donner finishes. “You’ll both be sent on recon with an escort. Interpol is also interested in securing Wesker, and we’ve been given additional support from the UN to find him.”

Now even Jill is impressed. “Interpol? Really?” She decides she doesn’t care what Chris says; this is too good to pass up. “I’m in. I’ll do it.”

“Me too,” Chris agrees, closing the file. “Finding Wesker is what’s important.”

“Great!” Donner rubs his hands together as he stands. “Let’s get started then. You’ll need to fill out some paperwork, get briefings, and we’ll take care of onboarding this afternoon. Follow me.”

They say their goodbyes and follow Donner out again, who takes them back towards the elevator. “Oh, wait here,” he says once they return to the reception area. “I need to get a few things. Then I’ll take you down for processing.”

As soon as they are alone, Jill turns to Chris with eyes wide with excitement. “Can you believe this?” she whispers. “The fucking FBI is sending us on a mission. We’re working with fucking Interpol. Can you believe this?”

“No,” Chris chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is the last thing I expected. I mean, can they do this?”

“It’s the government, they can do whatever the hell they want.” Jill sighs, her eyes closing briefly. “Finally, I’m going to get back to my life. I’ve been sitting around for months as they’ve poked and prodded and ran every test on me, and even with a clean bill of health they still won’t let me go back to police work.” Jill smirks to herself, folding her arms. “Bet that county sheriff is gonna eat his words now. Not cleared for duty my ass . Can’t wait for the prick to find out I’m an FBI agent now.”

Chris gives a snort as Jill enjoys her moment of smugness when Donner returns. “Perfect timing! Your partners just finished their own briefing, let me introduce you—Redfield, this is—”

But Jill doesn’t hear the rest, because as she turns, her smile melts into surprise when she sees Carlos Oliveira standing in front of her.

He looks exactly the same, without the blood and grime. Same curly hair that is way too long and falling into his eyes; same dark eyes that remind her of a puppy dog, eager and bright; same build, tall and broad and definitely a soldier. Her face heats as they stare at one another for a long moment until Carlos breaks into a grin. “Supercop! Are you kidding me? How are you?”

Before she can answer he sweeps her up into a hug, and Jill gives an oof as she is squeezed tightly against him. His arms are solid and his grip is strong as he presses his cheek to hers, but Jill is in too much shock to return the embrace. When he finally releases her, he keeps his hands pressed to her arms, smiling wide as he looks her up and down. “Thought they were messing with me. I can’t believe it’s really you! You look great!”

Jill stammers, “C-Carlos? What are you doing here?”

She looks around for an answer. Chris and the other guy are chatting, but Donner gives a nod. “I thought it would be a good idea partnering the two of you,” he says. “Oliveira’s been working with the UN in establishing protocol for viral outbreaks around the world.”

“I’m a liaison,” Carlos grins. “Pretty sweet, huh?”

“But you…”

She shakes her head to clear it, not even sure what to say. Thankfully, Carlos releases her arms, turning to Chris with his hand outstretched. “Redfield. Heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you, man.”

“Uh, same,” Chris answers awkwardly, glancing at Jill. “You’re the one that rescued Jill in Raccoon City, right?”

“I rescued him,” she mutters.

“Yeah, supercop here saved my ass more than a few times.” He pats the other man on the shoulder. “You teaming up with Nathan here? That’s awesome.”

“But what are you doing here?” Jill asks, louder this time.

All four men look at her. She can feel the color blooming on her neck, but she refuses to be the first to glance away. She had not gone through all the shit from the past year and a half, hell the past ten years : surviving the army, putting up with every comment and remark when training for Delta Force, fighting and clawing her way to prove that she was more than a girl with a gun, surviving a zombie apocalypse and a damned nuclear bomb to be ignored now.

“Well?” she demands.

“What do you mean?” Carlos laughs. “We’re partners again. Ain’t that great news?”

Partners. With Carlos Oliveira. The last man on Earth she had ever wanted to see again.

#resident evil #resident evil 3 #re3 #Carlos Oliveira #Jill Valentine #valeveira #carlos x jill #fan fiction #ashes

[kurodai-week]

Big, brown, eyes

Kuroo was tired. But then again, he was always tired. That’s why he had a car to drive to work, a nice air-conditioned sedan that the company had afforded him. He didn’t have to pay for gas even, and traffic wasn’t too bad, he’d make it there in twenty. And yet, he’d decided to take the metro today.

Like an idiot. The tall man stood in the crowded compartment, trying his best not to lean too far left or right onto any unsuspecting old lady, shooting apologetic looks every time his briefcase whacked somebody when the train stopped. It had been a while since he took the train. It used to be a regular thing back in school and maybe he missed it- either way, he was regretting it now as he stared back at the digital sign. Two more stops. Dear god.. He very nearly groans out loud- but he’s got so much more patience than that. So he sighs quietly instead, barely noticing when the man enters through the doors and stands next to him. Kuroo gives him a cursory once-over. Shorter than he is, strong by the looks of his arms.. pleasant face. He had a sling bag that bumped against Kuroo’s thigh when he stood close. The man looks up at him, and it seems it takes him a few seconds to give a polite smile before he turns to the window and the city whizzing past them outside. It was the longer than average look-over that got Tetsurou interested. His eyes were pretty, big and brown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wanted to look into them again. A curious pair of gold regarded his face- the man who was paying close attention to the telecom tower they were passing by, but he couldn’t peruse for long- they were passing through a tunnel. For some reason, this pleased Kuroo- a small little smile of satisfaction building on his lips. Fuck that telecom tower. It was so silly.. he was being silly. But he didn’t care, he’d look if he wanted to- in the dark, his gold eyes would take in as much as they could of his outline. And he would look till they passed out of the tunnel, his eyes blatantly fixed on him as was evident in the bright sunlight. But color him surprised when he finds that those pair of chocolate were trained on him too. It was barely a second that they met, before he looks outside again abruptly. Kuroo felt it, the little thrill of knowing he had been watched. One more stop.. One more stop? It had him sighing again, morose. His eyes suddenly losing their lustre, and zeroing in on the doors in front of them as he reflexively tightened his grip on the handle of his bag. “Getting off?” The man spoke, nodding as he enquired this simple thing of him. “Mm-“, Kuroo nodded back- using this opportunity to the fullest, like the greedy, whorish man he knew himself to be. He doesn’t drop his gaze, an exchange that was supposed to be polite surely must’ve turned awkward by now. Several seconds ticked by, but the other man didn’t budge either. “You..?”, he finally managed to say, something to make his behavior more civil- something to mask the fact that he really just wanted to look at his face, as long as he possibly could in this short, short frame of time. He looked cornered, the poor guy. He probably thought he was some kind of creep, or looking for a fight- he simply shakes his head no- eyes still patient and pleasant as ever. Kuroo’s done. It’s time to go, it’s time to leave his two-minute reprieve from his real life. His manner seems to change in seconds as the train comes to a stop- politely smiling and making his way through the crowd to the doors. And just as they open- just as he steps outside, he hears a “Have a nice day at work-“ His head turns so fast, so fast towards the voice- to see his face, and a smile. A soft little up-turn of his lips, and he barely catches it but those eyes are flicking ever so slightly lower, climbing back up- lingering on his face as the doors close… before the train takes him away down the line, to whichever mysterious land. Kuroo stands there on the platform, unwilling to move for a while. Another big sigh. As he walks to his office, his mind is spinning. He’s.. a painter. No, he’s a server in a café. No, he’s a writer, he had a sling bag with some sheets peeking through it. All day, he sits in his swivel chair, clicking away at his computer- and every so often he looks up like lightning struck him- A script writer? Maybe he wasn’t even on his way to work? He takes the metro home, takes the same compartment- much emptier at this hour. No sign of him of course. He finds himself sinking in his seat, staring out the window, exhausted after the long day. Maybe he was visiting his partner. Maybe he was going to the airport.. At 8 am the next day, as Kuroo is brushing his teeth and watching the clock in his bedroom- he suddenly runs. What compels him, he doesn’t know- pulling his trousers on, his shirt buttons mismatched, his hair looking more dishevelled than was strictly normal. But he’s on the train again at 8:10 am, smiling apologetically at the old lady he saw yesterday and standing by the door. He watches that door till the stop comes, watches it carefully. Who’s to say it wasn’t a dentist’s appointment for fuck’s sake. Who’s to say he wouldn’t just get on a different train at 8:15 instead. Who’s to say he wouldn’t climb into the compartment just next to his. And yet, there he was- the same man, the same sling bag, and those big, brown eyes finding him as soon as he sets foot on the train. What a rush, what a mad fix this was turning out to be. Kuroo’s mouth was hanging open a little, marvelling perhaps, at his sheer luck. “Were you.. expecting me?”, the man says with a warm little chuckle. Warm enough to melt ice he’d reckon. “No.. actually..”, he manages to choke out, looking embarrassed as hell. “Hoping.. more like it-“ Trust him to say something stupidly bold like that as he looks back at his face. The man gives him a shy face, another chuckle, and a flutter of his eyes- before turning them to the window again. That damn.. telecom tower.. “Work sucks huh?” “Oh yeah.. sucks the life out of me-“ The tunnel was coming. He couldn’t wait, he could hardly contain himself when the compartment got dark- the pair of gold flitting over his form, his face, the outline of his hair, like a thief stealing his keep in the dark. Seconds later, light floods back in to reveal his dark brown eyes doing much the same- bolder today than yesterday as they fall over his shoulders, then climb back up his neck and his chin. It was such a mad feeling this, to be watched by this man. To want to be watched by him. He didn’t know who he was, his name, or where he came from. All he knew was that every time he glanced away from him, Kuroo felt this fiery urge to capture his gaze again. He hoped now, that he couldn’t tell what he was thinking. One more stop. One more stop? Well crap, he was sinking again. He didn’t want to go- did he have to go, couldn’t he just ride this train longer, stand in this slowly shrinking space between him and this man,

just a little longer. “Getting off?” Why did he ask. Why did he have to look at him with those big brown eyes and ask, like he had a choice. “Mm yeah-“, he answers, looking at his feet, a dog who didn’t want to be done with his walk for the day, didn’t want to admit that it was ending. Kuroo looks up as the train comes to a stop, exhaling slowly, fingers clenching tighter on his bag. There’s a lump in his throat as he desperately wills himself not to give himself away, failing miserably with a ‘See you tomorrow?’ He holds his gaze, waiting to see him falter- expecting him to give him an awkward little smile and sever his ridiculous new obsession right away. “Yeah.. same compartment?”, he answers casually, nodding at him like it was a business deal they’d just agreed to. Kuroo nods back hurriedly- eyes widening just a little at what had passed, he steps out the doors and onto the platform- turns around to catch his gaze. And he smiles, this man, right up to his big, beautiful brown eyes, “Have a nice day..” The train carries him away, pulling Kuroo’s neck in a long, slow swivel as he watches it go- his heart banging obscenely against his chest. The next day, and the next, Kuroo runs to the platform, takes that compartment and waits in his spot. For his brown-eyed man. And he comes, as promised, giving him a little smile which grows bigger as the days go by. Names are exchanged. Sawamura Daichi, who likes to take the train instead of driving to work, who likes to stop where he can get the best breakfast bagel in town and walk the rest of the way to his office, who has a pet raccoon called Meimei, and who has Kuroo’s heart in a buttery, warm vice every time he looks back at him..

with his big, brown eyes.

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I’ll See You Again (Jake Muller x Reader)

And here is @imgayforgaystuff​ ‘s request. This was longer than intended lmao. Hope you’ll like it :)

Pairing: Jake Muller x GN!Reader

Warning(s): None

*****

“Did you take your dose?”

 You along with your partner, Sherry, ran towards where you heard the faint commotion and saw the guy you’ve been looking for standing beside a body that already seemed lifeless.

 Jake Muller. He supposedly had the antibodies for the C-virus that’s been gradually spreading across the globe and you were tasked to locate him and bring him back to the United States in order for blood samples to be taken for vaccine research. If their hypothesis was correct, this guy could save the world even without handling a gun and transporting from one country to another or something.

 “Yeah, but if you want to take your hit, you gotta sign up with the lady downstairs...” Jake replied. You took a glance at your watch before averting your short gaze towards the body as it dissipated into the fire it created until it was just nothing but an invisible ghost. “... Wouldn’t recommend it, though.”

 “No, question, you’ve got the antibodies.” You rushed towards a rusty metal door where an opening should be and pulled the handle, stepping aside to let your partner and Jake first.

 “Thank you. Wait, what?”

 “You could be the key to saving the world, Jake Muller,” you said and upon hearing this, he just smirked in amusement and laughed it off in his mind. I mean, seriously? Key to saving the whole fucking world? That’s a funny fucking joke, man. His snarky smile was soon dropped though as soon as you heard groans fill the room and you immediately let your heads focus on the matter on hand.

 “Go! I’ll follow right behind you.” They obeyed without any second thoughts and when they finally got in, you gunned down those who got too close before jumping in yourself.

 Sewers. Great! Another day, another life in shitty water.

 You looked for your footing once you’d landed on trash, and shit, and grey fucking water or something, almost getting closer to falling on your ass and swallowing all those caca that had been dumped in there by different hoomans and animals.

 I would rather die if the gods gave me an opportunity to eat shit.

 “You two okay?” You asked.

 “Yeah, you?” Sherry replied.

 “I’m gucci.”

 Not really...

 Your boots would sink into the muck below the water and the smell… UGH! It didn’t help that your stomach was full when you got to your location. But hey, agents gotta do what they gotta do, right?

 Once you found yourself stable on the ground, you pulled out your badge from your pocket and opened it to introduce yourself to Jake but he just waved it off and disregarded it saying that it wasn’t the time right now. You and Sherry exchanged glances.

 “You comin’?

 “After you”

 This is going to be interesting...

*****

“Y/N? Y/N!”

 Your eyes carefully fluttered open at the mention of your name, trying your best to force your eyelids apart but it felt like bricks were weighing them down and all you could make out were two silhouettes rushing towards your side before the world blacked out again against your will.

*****

“Hey, hey, shh... It’s okay, just rest. You got hurt pretty bad.”

 A groan crept up your throat as your head hammered in pain, feeling as if a wrecking ball with Miley Cyrus riding it just repeatedly slammed against you.

 Talk about coming in like a wrecking ball...

 Your eyes cracked open for the second time that night, your E/C optics immediately catching sight of a round head hovering above you.

 “Jake?” You muttered under your breath.

 “Yeah, it’s me.” The said man carefully helped you sit up straight before leaning you against the firm fabric of a tent you were in, checking you again for any hidden injuries that he and Sherry managed to miss while you massaged your temples to ease the aching in your head. When you’d finally calmed down and everything that had happened began to congregate in your brain, your sight spun around and you immediately panicked when you noticed Sherry’s absence.

 “Where’s Sherry?”

 “She went out to get some wood for some fire. I told her to just stay here and I’ll get them instead but she insisted and told me to stay with you.”

 “Fucking hell, Sherry,” you quietly cursed. You stood up from where you were and started walking out the tent but Jake grabbed ahold of your arm before you could even step a foot out.

 “Where are you going?”

 “I’m going to find Sherry. She could get herself killed out there!”

 “I’m sure she’s going to be fine. She’s one hell of a super girl! I mean, have you seen how her wounds just close on their own?” Your eyes widened.

 “Oh, you saw her?”

 “Yeah, front row seat even. A piece of the plane stabbed her in the back and then when I pulled it out, she told me to by the way, the wound just closed on its own. I asked her about it but she just told me that it was a long story.” You sighed and just nodded your head in response. You let him lightly tug on your arm and guide you towards where you once sat and gazed vacantly at the ground below you, silence flooding the small shelter until your voice suddenly shooed it away.

 “Sherry and I survived Raccoon City together,” you began, abruptly catching Jake’s attention and pausing his obnoxious fiddling with a coin he got out of nowhere.

 “The city that was bombed in 1998?”

 “Yeah. It wasn’t just a bomb though, an outbreak happened, like, you know, this one.” You gestured to your surroundings to emphasize what you were implying. “I shouldn’t be telling you this but it might give you some answers. Sherry and I both got infected with the virus that caused the incident but thankfully, somebody injected us with a cure and now, we got the side effects, per se. Sherry’s got the healing thing and I’m...basically...a walking cure.”

 “Huh, so then why did you look for me if you have...you...to cure whatever the hell this is?”

 “They’ve performed tests on me before and all of them were successful except for the C-virus. I don’t know why it didn’t work but um...yeah. Apparently I’m not the cure for the recent virus.”

 “Oh.” He was speechless, he couldn’t of anything to reply with so he just averted his gaze to his lap and vacantly stared at his hand where his coin laid stiffly against his palm.

Finally. All his life he thought he was alone in this one. He thought he was this monster that just submerged in a trice out of nowhere. I mean, look at him. He’s got this superpower thing since birth and it felt weird. All those people around him were normal, no X-men shit isolating them from the other and he felt like a loner…until he met you and heard your story.

Jake looked at you as the thought of you crossed his mind and he instantaneously felt his face warm up at the sight of you finger-combing your hair and tying your locks with a band.

Wait, what the hell!?

“Hey, you okay?” Jake jumped a bit at the sound of your voice, his face redder in embarrassment, and he just waved his hand in response before looking somewhere else.

*****

So…yeah… I think you know what happened throughout the nights you were firing some bullets left and right.

Basically, you found yourselves in an undersea facility of Neo-Umbrella at the bottom of an ocean and then got rescued by Chris and Piers afterwards.

While you were trapped inside the premises you and Jake couldn’t help but create a small talk where you got to know each other with Sherry just listening in the background and feeling all giddy finally finding someone new for you. After you found out your ex cheated on you with your best friend, like, a year or two ago, you shut yourself off of the dating realm and just took time for yourself. And by that I mean drowning yourself in alcohol.

“Well, we’re trapped in here and we can’t really get out of these restraints, wanna chat?” Jake began.

“I was about to dose off but sure.”

“Let’s see…um…uh… What do people say when they meet each other?” Jake scratched his head using the metal behind him when he remembered he couldn’t get the shackles off of him and you giggled in mirth at the sight.

“I don’t know. I’m not really the type to start with name exchanges. I usually start with…yanking their arms off and getting the fuck out of a place or something.”

Jake chuckled in response and swayed his head side to side. “I see you’ve seen enough.”

“You have no idea.”

It went on like that for a moment, somehow finding peace in conversing casually amidst the chaos outside and it warmed your heart. It helped piece your brain cells together again and you collected a newfound strength after all the tiny grins and small cackles.

It was just tranquility that filled you, nothing else, until an alarm went off and you were suddenly released from your restraints… And then you were back on agent mode again.

 So, here you are now, already defeating this gigantic creature that had been following you around in China and gazing into the abyss of fire where déjà vu suddenly hit you like a truck.

This was like Raccoon City, that time where the train you rode on dashed towards the daylight as flames surged the tunnel. Ustanak represented Birkin.

“You saved me,” you heard Jake whisper beside you. “You know that, right?”

You looked at the surface you had been clinging on below and sniffed at the overwhelming feeling that bursted inside of you.

“Thank you.”

You placed your hand on top of his and smiled softly at him while the three of you darted towards the end of another long escape.

*****

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.” You dusted your clothes and gripped on your bag, forcing your tears not to fall at the thought of not seeing each other again.

“No,” Jake replied firmly. Your eyebrows creased together at his odd response and couldn’t help but ask in confusion.

“What?”

“I’ll see you again, Y/N.” He brushed his palm against your cheek, his orbs burning through yours, before he placed his lips on your own ones. Boy, Sherry couldn’t be happier at the sight of you two. She’ll be sure to arrange your wedding once everything had settled down.

“I’ll see you again, I promise.”

#jakemuller #jake muller #jake muller x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #resident evil fanfic #resident evil 6

[sexyshakespeare]

Big, brown, eyes

Kuroo was tired. But then again, he was always tired. That’s why he had a car to drive to work, a nice air-conditioned sedan that the company had afforded him. He didn’t have to pay for gas even, and traffic wasn’t too bad, he’d make it there in twenty. And yet, he’d decided to take the metro today.

Like an idiot. The tall man stood in the crowded compartment, trying his best not to lean too far left or right onto any unsuspecting old lady, shooting apologetic looks every time his briefcase whacked somebody when the train stopped. It had been a while since he took the train. It used to be a regular thing back in school and maybe he missed it- either way, he was regretting it now as he stared back at the digital sign. Two more stops. Dear god.. He very nearly groans out loud- but he’s got so much more patience than that. So he sighs quietly instead, barely noticing when the man enters through the doors and stands next to him. Kuroo gives him a cursory once-over. Shorter than he is, strong by the looks of his arms.. pleasant face. He had a sling bag that bumped against Kuroo’s thigh when he stood close. The man looks up at him, and it seems it takes him a few seconds to give a polite smile before he turns to the window and the city whizzing past them outside. It was the longer than average look-over that got Tetsurou interested. His eyes were pretty, big and brown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wanted to look into them again. A curious pair of gold regarded his face- the man who was paying close attention to the telecom tower they were passing by, but he couldn’t peruse for long- they were passing through a tunnel. For some reason, this pleased Kuroo- a small little smile of satisfaction building on his lips. Fuck that telecom tower. It was so silly.. he was being silly. But he didn’t care, he’d look if he wanted to- in the dark, his gold eyes would take in as much as they could of his outline. And he would look till they passed out of the tunnel, his eyes blatantly fixed on him as was evident in the bright sunlight. But color him surprised when he finds that those pair of chocolate were trained on him too. It was barely a second that they met, before he looks outside again abruptly. Kuroo felt it, the little thrill of knowing he had been watched. One more stop.. One more stop? It had him sighing again, morose. His eyes suddenly losing their lustre, and zeroing in on the doors in front of them as he reflexively tightened his grip on the handle of his bag. “Getting off?” The man spoke, nodding as he enquired this simple thing of him. “Mm-“, Kuroo nodded back- using this opportunity to the fullest, like the greedy, whorish man he knew himself to be. He doesn’t drop his gaze, an exchange that was supposed to be polite surely must’ve turned awkward by now. Several seconds ticked by, but the other man didn’t budge either. “You..?”, he finally managed to say, something to make his behavior more civil- something to mask the fact that he really just wanted to look at his face, as long as he possibly could in this short, short frame of time. He looked cornered, the poor guy. He probably thought he was some kind of creep, or looking for a fight- he simply shakes his head no- eyes still patient and pleasant as ever. Kuroo’s done. It’s time to go, it’s time to leave his two-minute reprieve from his real life. His manner seems to change in seconds as the train comes to a stop- politely smiling and making his way through the crowd to the doors. And just as they open- just as he steps outside, he hears a “Have a nice day at work-“ His head turns so fast, so fast towards the voice- to see his face, and a smile. A soft little up-turn of his lips, and he barely catches it but those eyes are flicking ever so slightly lower, climbing back up- lingering on his face as the doors close… before the train takes him away down the line, to whichever mysterious land. Kuroo stands there on the platform, unwilling to move for a while. Another big sigh. As he walks to his office, his mind is spinning. He’s.. a painter. No, he’s a server in a café. No, he’s a writer, he had a sling bag with some sheets peeking through it. All day, he sits in his swivel chair, clicking away at his computer- and every so often he looks up like lightning struck him- A script writer? Maybe he wasn’t even on his way to work? He takes the metro home, takes the same compartment- much emptier at this hour. No sign of him of course. He finds himself sinking in his seat, staring out the window, exhausted after the long day. Maybe he was visiting his partner. Maybe he was going to the airport.. At 8 am the next day, as Kuroo is brushing his teeth and watching the clock in his bedroom- he suddenly runs. What compels him, he doesn’t know- pulling his trousers on, his shirt buttons mismatched, his hair looking more dishevelled than was strictly normal. But he’s on the train again at 8:10 am, smiling apologetically at the old lady he saw yesterday and standing by the door. He watches that door till the stop comes, watches it carefully. Who’s to say it wasn’t a dentist’s appointment for fuck’s sake. Who’s to say he wouldn’t just get on a different train at 8:15 instead. Who’s to say he wouldn’t climb into the compartment just next to his. And yet, there he was- the same man, the same sling bag, and those big, brown eyes finding him as soon as he sets foot on the train. What a rush, what a mad fix this was turning out to be. Kuroo’s mouth was hanging open a little, marvelling perhaps, at his sheer luck. “Were you.. expecting me?”, the man says with a warm little chuckle. Warm enough to melt ice he’d reckon. “No.. actually..”, he manages to choke out, looking embarrassed as hell. “Hoping.. more like it-“ Trust him to say something stupidly bold like that as he looks back at his face. The man gives him a shy face, another chuckle, and a flutter of his eyes- before turning them to the window again. That damn.. telecom tower.. “Work sucks huh?” “Oh yeah.. sucks the life out of me-“ The tunnel was coming. He couldn’t wait, he could hardly contain himself when the compartment got dark- the pair of gold flitting over his form, his face, the outline of his hair, like a thief stealing his keep in the dark. Seconds later, light floods back in to reveal his dark brown eyes doing much the same- bolder today than yesterday as they fall over his shoulders, then climb back up his neck and his chin. It was such a mad feeling this, to be watched by this man. To want to be watched by him. He didn’t know who he was, his name, or where he came from. All he knew was that every time he glanced away from him, Kuroo felt this fiery urge to capture his gaze again. He hoped now, that he couldn’t tell what he was thinking. One more stop. One more stop? Well crap, he was sinking again. He didn’t want to go- did he have to go, couldn’t he just ride this train longer, stand in this slowly shrinking space between him and this man,

just a little longer. “Getting off?” Why did he ask. Why did he have to look at him with those big brown eyes and ask, like he had a choice. “Mm yeah-“, he answers, looking at his feet, a dog who didn’t want to be done with his walk for the day, didn’t want to admit that it was ending. Kuroo looks up as the train comes to a stop, exhaling slowly, fingers clenching tighter on his bag. There’s a lump in his throat as he desperately wills himself not to give himself away, failing miserably with a ‘See you tomorrow?’ He holds his gaze, waiting to see him falter- expecting him to give him an awkward little smile and sever his ridiculous new obsession right away. “Yeah.. same compartment?”, he answers casually, nodding at him like it was a business deal they’d just agreed to. Kuroo nods back hurriedly- eyes widening just a little at what had passed, he steps out the doors and onto the platform- turns around to catch his gaze. And he smiles, this man, right up to his big, beautiful brown eyes, “Have a nice day..” The train carries him away, pulling Kuroo’s neck in a long, slow swivel as he watches it go- his heart banging obscenely against his chest. The next day, and the next, Kuroo runs to the platform, takes that compartment and waits in his spot. For his brown-eyed man. And he comes, as promised, giving him a little smile which grows bigger as the days go by. Names are exchanged. Sawamura Daichi, who likes to take the train instead of driving to work, who likes to stop where he can get the best breakfast bagel in town and walk the rest of the way to his office, who has a pet raccoon called Meimei, and who has Kuroo’s heart in a buttery, warm vice every time he looks back at him..

 with his big, brown eyes.

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