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ghosty-writes-23 · 11 months ago

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His Precious Doll Face. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: Slight NSFW (Somnophilia) Mentions of Stalking & Kidnapping, Obsessive/Possessive Behaviour, Panty Stealing.

Pairing: GhostFace!Leon + BestFriend!FemaleReader.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: You were Leon’s sweet and innocent childhood best friend that was too naïve to know what his true intentions were, he just wanted to keep you safe and protected.

Word Count: 1.7k

Ghosty's Notes: Hi, just wanted to say I didn’t actually think I would be posting this on time but even this time I surprised myself, I have re-written this about 3 times today and I am finally happy with this version I wrote, a huge thank you to everybody that votes on the poll, it was fun seeing everybody interact with it and see everybody’s choice, I do plan on publishing something for Valentines Day but I am not making any promises, anyway just wanted to say a huge thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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18+ Content // MINORS DO NOT INTERACT // 18+ Content.

Sitting at home relaxing on your couch watching Netflix, that you stole the password for from your best friend, Supernatural played in the background as you scrolled through your phone reading about the recent Ghostface murders that had been happening around the university campus.

Many people think its a student dressed up as the iconic horror slasher while others just think its just some crazy nutjob, but since the murders classes have been strictly online until the person reasonable has been found. After reading another new article claiming that the authorities should be doing more to catch this murder you exited the page and went to see your text messages.

A couple where from Chris complaining that he wished you had accompanied him and Leon to the halloween party their frat was throwing, another message was from Claire showing the costumes the girls were wearing, Ada was going as a vampire, Claire was a witch and Jill went as fairy and chris photobombed the picture dressed as michael myers, the picture made you laugh as you sent a heart back, you didn’t feel like going to the party or any social gathering, just a comfy movie night in was all you wanted.

After reply to Claire you saw Leon messaged you, the pair of you had been best friends since you were little kids, being next door neighbours you practically grew up together, always staying at each other's houses for sleepovers, movie nights and even got accepted into the same university as each other, your parents were best friends and would do double date nights when you and Leon grew older, clicking on Leon’s message you read what it said.

“Miss you.” was all the message said, it brought a small smile to your face. It wasn't a secret that you and Leon were a little bit closer than friends since you basically grew up together, but that is all you were just friends even though sometimes you wished it was something a little more. Shaking your head you looked at the time on your phone 1am it was time for you to go to bed.

Grabbing your TV remote you flicked off the TV before wrapping your blanket around yourself and got off the couch, as you did you heard a creak in the floor in your hallway, causing you to freeze slightly but then you thought it was just your cat coming inside. Shrugging off the feeling you headed up to your room, not seeing the shadowy figure that looked up at you from the bottom of the stairs.

Pushing open your bedroom door you went and flopped onto your bed exhaustion washing over your body as you don’t even bother to get under your blankets as you close your eyes. Just as your mind was about to drift off to dreamland you could have sworn you heard your bedroom door open but when you open your eyes there's nothing there causing you to think you have have started to go crazy, but soon there was a soft meow before your cat jumped up on the bed purring as it pushed its face against yours, causing you to smile as you pet its head.

“You keep giving me a heart attack.” you said to the feline as you softly scold it, but it just purrs and curls up beside you before going to sleep, not having the energy to close your door you drifted off to sleep not seeing the shadowy figure was now in the corner of your bedroom.

Looking at the sleeping woman, the shadowy figure felt his heart race as his breathing got slightly heavy, his blade in his pocket before he raised up and pulled the mask from his face revealing himself to be none other than your best friend Leon, there was a blood splatter on his face that he didn’t bother to clean up, he had to come and see you.

He knew once you found out what he had done you would never want to see him again, but he was doing all of this for you, to protect you those people who would have hurt you and he couldn’t have that, he loved you too much to see you ever get hurt, so he dealt with them so they would never hurt you in the first place.

Everything he did was to protect you from the cruelty of this world, he didn’t care if he had to get his hands dirty if it meant you kept that innocent and sweet smile. Walking over to your sleeping figure Leon kneeled down and took off one of his bloody gloves then gently rested his cold hand on your cheek causing your face to scrunch up at the sudden cold feeling but you didn't wake, his thumb slowly creased your cheek as he looked at you with a lovesick look.

You here his precious doll and he will always protect you and have your best interests at heart. Looking away from your face Leon noticed your oversized shirt had ridden up where it rested just under your breasts giving him a full view of your stomach and cute black panties you were wearing, they were his favourite because of how they looked on your body and that he had brought them for you.

Letting out a heavy breath, Leon tried resisting the urge to kiss your stomach, how your soft skin would feel under his lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh and leaving little marks showing everybody you belong to him, the thought sent a rush of heat through his body. Taking a deep breath one little kiss wouldn’t hurt so he moved to half way down your bed and leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach, he promised himself to not leave any marks, unlike last time, but this time he was determined not to.

Your skin felt so soft under his lips, almost as if kissing a marshmallow he could almost taste the sweet taste of your body wash from your shower earlier in the night. Leon knew of this because of the camera’s he had placed around your place, so he could always have an eye on you. Feeling you stir Leon frozen in place before you turned over a soft noise leaving your lips as you settled back into your bed. Leon knew you were a light sleeper so he had to be careful and quiet.

His gaze went back up to your face, making sure you were fully asleep again before he let out a soft breath, this is what you do to him, you drive him crazy with the most simple and innocent actions just you sleeping peacefully was enough to make his body feel hot all over, to make him crave touching you in a way no best friend should and it was all your fault, but was he complaining, no you could never do any wrong in his eyes.

Moving onto your bed Leon made sure his movements wouldn’t disturb your peaceful slumber, as his body hovered over your sleeping form his breath picked up, it fanned over your face causing you to stir again, holding his breath you settled down once again your breath evening out and your snores light and soft, Leon didn’t want to risk waking you up so as he slowly moved off the bed, he let his lips trail down your body as light as a feather, but as he got to the top of your cute black panties Leon could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sweet smell, he could see a small wet patch forming causing the cheap cotton to stick to your pussy.

Leon could feel his lips go dry, licking his lips he looked like a predatory looking down at its prey, his eyes had darken and his breathing was now more uneven, reaching a finger up he ran his finger up the slick fabric being as gentle as possible, a soft noise leaving your throat as he pulled his finger back it was wet with your slick without thinking Leon placed his finger in his mouth causing a whine to leave his throat, he wanted more but it was too risky so he came up with a better plan, carefully and slowly Leon hooked his fingers into the top of your panties before gently pulling them down your smooth legs and off your feet.

Once your panties where off Leon brought them to his noise and breathed in deeply, your scent filling his nose causing his eyes to roll back once again driving him wild, He didn’t want to take your innocence just yet he wanted you to be awake so you could feel all the pleasure he would bring to you, so for now this would have to do. Getting off the bed Leon placed the panties in his pocket before he walked over to you and gently kissed your head.

“Goodnight Doll, i’ll see you again real soon.” Leon whispered before he grabbed his mask and placed it over his face before he carefully walked out of your bedroom and gently closed the door….

The Following Morning.

You woke feeling refreshed and well rested, your cat peacefully slept on your jacket that was placed on the chair that sat by your window, the early morning sun warming its fur, your stretched your arms over your head letting out a soft noise as your back made a clicking noise, running your fingers through your hair a feeling washed over you, as if you were missing something, reaching under your blankets you noticed your panties where missing, you were pretty sure you went to sleep with them on.

“Must of kicked them off somehow.” You thought as you shrugged your shoulders and pushed your blankets off your bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for your morning Uni classes and shift working at your mom’s bakery, where you will see Leon and tell me all about the supernatural episodes you watched last night and how your cat gave you two heart attacks.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you didn’t notice the small camera watching your every move, Leon was behind it smiling as if he had hearts in his eyes. “Soon doll, you will be mine.” he said as he placed his bloody hand on the computer screen, as there was the sound of a muffled scream behind him as a person sat tied up to a chair with tape over their mouth.

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roseglazedlens · 1 year ago

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I lieu of October coming up, how would some of the resident evil characters spend Halloween with the reader? ♡♡♡

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 ✧.*

┇LEON S. KENNEDY┇CARLOS OLIVEIRA┇ETHAN WINTERS┇ ┇CLAIRE REDFIELD┇ASHLEY GRAHAM┇ADA WONG┇ content: SFW! Ada's part is slightly suggestive! a/n: thank you for the request! I had problem with some of these for a while, but with halloween around the corner i found the festive vibes for this!! hope you enjoy, dear! thank you for requesting again!! « masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

LEON S. KENNEDY

Leon doesn't usually dress up. It's out of the way for him to do so usually. But he can be bribed with a good meal and hug.

Old man thinks he's too cool to enjoy Halloween. But he actually really enjoyed dressing up in his low budget vampire suit from the discounted section of a Halloween store.

This is the only time in the year he would slick back his hair with gel in spite of how you think it looks really good on him, framing his features and accentuating his blue eyes. He is very stubborn and likes his hair down.

Now he wears the same costume every year. So much that you're getting really sick of it. He insists that it makes him look good (and it does)

He tries to act cool, but he hates horror movies. When you are watching it together, his hand will be clasping your arm tight, shaking a little.

"Are you sure you don't want to watch something else?" You would ask, and he would respond with: "Pfft. Me? I'm not scared at all."

CLAIRE REDFIELD

Halloween is Claire's favourite holiday! She LOVES it.

And so does the kids in her neighbourhood. She always has a huge smile on her face with trick or treaters, will compliment everyone's costumes and give away extra treats.

I see her going all out for Halloween parties. She learnt SFX makeup and a bit of sewing so that her costumes and make-up are really scary.

Which is a stark contrast with her brother, Chris. He thinks dressing up is a chore and a waste of time. When he does dress-up, it's always in uniform (e.g. firefighter, cop). He thinks it makes him look cool. (He's not wrong but, what is up with Chris and uniforms?)

Already planned out her costumes for the next five years (Ideas keep changing too). She definitely wishes there are more days in Halloween because she has so many ideas.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Carlos is a menace during Halloween.

In no way is Carlos the best at making costumes or doing scary make-up, but Carlos is very creative.

Years ago, Carlos disguised himself as a stuffed doll sitting on the porch. Gave all the kids the fright of their life. He will watch them scram away in fear, and bellows a laugh. (traumatising kids is his favourite pasttime)

Another year, he devised a mechanism that springs up a shadowed figure anytime someone rings his doorbell.

He became infamous in his neighbourhood for his antics, and it's now an attraction for both kids and grown-ups every Halloween.

I also see him and Claire becoming really good friends from their united love for Halloween!

ASHLEY GRAHAM

I headcanon Ashley to crochet, so with Halloween coming, I see her crocheting a spooky themed sweater top, or a granny square bag to embrace the season.

I think Ashley loves to host Halloween parties. With the size of her dad's house, she can accomodate a lot of friends. Often going over the top with themes and decorations.

This year's theme is Harry Potter. She custom ordered a 3 metre (10 feet) tall animatronic of a Dementor in her party and everyone loved it!

She also loves bingeing spooky movies during Halloween. Ashley loves horror movies so much! I don't see her screaming at horror movies, she has grown an immunity to them from watching too many.

ETHAN WINTERS

We already know Ethan has meticulously planned for Halloween almost a month in advance just for Rose.

He is determined to make Rose experience the best childhood, and that includes Halloween too.

Ethan loves matching costumes (would never admit it though), especially with Rose and you too.

When he finishes dressing up Rose, he snaps a million pictures of her, claiming he will show it to Rose when she's all grown up. And Rose will say "Dad, I don't want to take any more photos. The treats are gonna run out!"

Very protective. If anyone has a scary costume, he will steer Rose away from the scary man. Same for people who are underdressed, or is just generally creepy. Not on his watch.

ADA WONG

Halloween is not Ada's cup of tea. She goes out of her way to avoid going out during these days.

For trick or treaters, she leaves a candy bowl on her porch for kids to help themselves. Ada enjoys seeing the silly costumes the kids wear, but she despises interacting with them.

If you are special to Ada, she will put on a sexy Halloween outfit in the privacy of your quarters just for you. She won't take responsibility for whatever you guys might do afterwards. But those are just for your eyes only.

Ada watches horror movies with a blank face. At this point, nothing phases her anymore. I think she'll find them boring and slightly frustrating, with the stupid things the protagonists do to get themselves in danger. She rather watch true crime instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @valsthea @kennedyswhore @emilzke @daydreamrot @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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chaotic-tired-fox · 2 years ago

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In terms of getting really obscure facts about my Special Interests(tm) I am a master.

So here’s a whole bunch of obscure Resident Evil facts for y’all!

Part two: here!

Part three: here!

Lemme know if any of these surprised you or if you knew any of these!

☠️ Leon is scared of lightning (Astraphobia) but not thunder. (RE6)

☠️ Chris has a fear of late night phone calls because that’s how he learned of his parents death.

☠️ Piers is very heavily implied to be Bisexual due to a file in Revelations 2 (his concept art also implies this, if you know you know)

☠️ The Hound Wolf Squad is the only squad Chris has had that have all survived the entire game.

☠️ Wesker and Birkin were childhood friends

☠️ The Cerberus are all clones of each other which is why they’re all Doberman

☠️ Leon is a terrible driver, crashing one of just about every vehicle type including cars, a boat, a motorbike, a plane and a helicopter.

☠️ Sheva is one of the only left handed characters

☠️ Wesker wore glasses to hide his emotions (and later his red eyes)

☠️ Chris can play Bass guitar

☠️ Ada Wong isn’t her real name

☠️ Vector is Japanese

☠️ Vector is the only character that can canonically turn invisible (Hunk can too but only in various mercenary modes)

☠️ Hunk is said to respond emotionally to the name ‘Bella’

☠️ The USS soldier who shot Birkin and started the outbreak had the callsign ‘Ghost’

☠️ Nighthawk has two call signs, the other being ‘Lone Wolf’

☠️ Barry Burton and Wesker are the same age however Wesker appeared to stop aging at 38 years old after infection.

☠️ Jake Muller was conceived before Wesker was infected with the Progenitor Virus making his immunity to the C Virus a plot hole.

☠️ Lobo is the only member of the Hound Wolf Squad that had worked with Chris prior to Village. See Heavenly Island

☠️ Piers was introduced in the comic The Marhawa Desire set before RE6

☠️ Chris and Jill both know 7 fighting styles. Leon knows 6

☠️ Lady Dimitrescu is highly implied to be Lesbian

☠️ Heisenberg was the one who told Chris and the Hound Wolf Squad about Miranda (though planned to betray them from the beginning)

☠️ Ethan’s immortality was gained back in RE7 at the dinner table scene with the Bakers as they resurrected him after Jack killed him.

☠️ Piers and Claire kept in contact via email and later phone calls up until his death in China. It is implied he told her nothing about Chris’s amnesia at the time.

☠️ Jill Valentine learned to lock pick from her father who was a French thief

☠️ Leon once considered suicide after the events of RE2 but stayed alive because Sherry needed him

☠️ Leon’s parents were both criminals who died when he was a child. He was inspired to become a cop after the one who rescued him.

☠️ Hunk had an intense rivalry with Nicholai which is why he interfered so much with Vector and Wolfpack.

☠️ Birkin prided himself on being the youngest Umbrella researcher at only 16 until a 10 year old Alexia Ashford came along.

☠️ Wesker made his own blueprints for anti BOW weaponry which later inspired the creations of Thor’s Hammer and modifications based on his original Samurai Edge called the AW Model

☠️Jake Muller is an incredibly gifted pianist

☠️ Chris Redfield was a notorious prankster during his days at STARS

☠️ When Chris went missing after Edonia one of the people Piers contacted was Sheva.

☠️ Leon and Wesker never meet nor interact directly

☠️ Hunk has also never interacted with any of the main characters including Wesker

☠️ During RE2 Wesker/Ada and Hunk were working against each other to obtain the G Virus unknowingly

☠️ Some, if not all of Wolfpack survive the Raccoon City outbreak after sparing Leon, Claire and Sherry and betraying Umbrella.

☠️The BSAA were actively working against Chris and the HWS in Village, implying to even have the green light to kill them.

☠️ Zoe Baker after RE7 is implied to have become an informant for Chris Redfield and a journalist

☠️ Hunk agreed to personally train Vector after they fought to a draw. Vector is also the only character to ever escape from Hunk’s neck snapping headlock.

☠️ The USS were Umbrella’s personal army whilst the UBCS were just hired mercenaries and in the end considered a liability

☠️ Simmons from RE6 was one of the ones responsible for passing the vote to blow up Raccoon City

☠️ About 10% of humans have immunity to the T-Virus and Umbrella never figured out how

☠️ Chief Irons was straight up a serial killer able to cover his tracks thanks to Umbrella’s involvement while also being paid to stay quiet about their experiments

☠️ Hunk developed his own fighting style called Close Quarters Quarantined Battle Zone after Umbrella’s downfall in 2003 in which he became a legendary mercenary.

☠️ Thanks to Shadows of Rose, Chris is implied to still be working well into his 60’s as well as the Hound Wolf Squad.

☠️ ‘K’ from Shadows of Rose is heavily implied to be an older Canine from the HWS

☠️ The new Death Island CGI movie is not only the first time we’ll see Jill in the timeline since 2009 but also the first time we’ll see Leon and Jill onscreen together

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mossyivy · 8 months ago

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NSFW Under the Cut (Bubs is a nickname btw)

A/N: If you saw the first post of this, no you didn't.

Imagine Himbo!Chris as your manager

He's usually a strict manager, but he actually quite likes the newest hire Preppy! Reader. He even considers her a friend. Chris isn't the smartest guy around but what he lacks upstairs he makes up for in muscle. He's a massive guy, looks like a linebacker but hasn't touched a football since playing with his sister Claire in childhood. He's a little intimidating even if he doesn't mean to be.

You've been late to work twice this week because you slept late from studying too much the night before. Midterms are coming up and you're so stressed out everything feels like a thousand times harder to deal with. But, Chris has let you off the hook twice now and you know he's gonna say something today since it's your third time being late.

You walk through the front door, not seeing him in usually spot picking up the returns to put back in the system, maybe he's not in yet... Leon shoots you his usual dirty look behind the checkout but smirks afterwards. Watching you walk back towards the break room to clock in. Pushing the door open you see Chris leaning against the counter with his beefy arms crossed over his broad chest.

Fuck...

"You're late again," he starts gruffly, pressing off the lower cabinets to meet you at the time clock, "I called Leon to see if you were in yet and he told me you were late again."

Of course he would, fucking rat...

"I'm sorry, I overslept again... Midterms are-"

"A killer, I know. But if Leon and Ashley can both be on time, so can you." He takes in a deep breath, he must be actually upset with the lack of his usual kindness. It's kinda cute how much he's trying to fight back his irritation.

"Look, I like you, I really do. And I don't want to have to write you up... So you're staying late today. Putting away the new inventory with me after everyone else leaves." You open your lips to protest, raising his hand he stops you.

"Inventory or write up?" You sigh, biting the inside of your cheek as his brows knit together, looking down at you. You actually liked this side of Chris?

"Inventory..." You mumble as he nods with a slight smirk.

"That's my girl."

Oh.

His boss demeanor drops immediately, patting you on the middle of your lower back as he passes by, making a tingle fly up your spine.

"I'll be doing returns if you need me."

The day drags, 6pm rolling around eventually. Jill staying behind for a bit as she looks over at you from the front door.

"Inventory, all alone with the boss. Sounds like a recipe for disaster," she smirks, leaning closer to you as you roll your eyes, "he's pretty hot, I wouldn't blame you. An that's coming from a Lesbian... And his best friend."

"It's not like that, Jill. He's punishing me." Jill visibly bites her lip, her labret piercing touching her front teeth as she raises her eyebrows.

"You're really not good at deterring me, Bubs..." You groan, she chuckles pulling her coat on.

"It's not... He has a policy about..." You really have no idea what to say, why would she even put that idea in your head? It's not like Chris would show any interest in his employees. He hasn't before at least. Jill's his friend since childhood and gay. Ashley barely just turned 19. And Leon... Is Leon.

Why would you be any different?

"Bye Bubs, have fun with Chris, but not too much fun." She teased, pressing the door open as you wave goodbye. You walk over, locking the door and shutting the neon sign off. Grabbing your coffee from the checkout you down it, throwing it in the trash behind the counter before heading back to the storage room.

Reaching the storage room you step inside, finding Chris stacking smaller boxes of kids books on the dolly. He lifts his head, turning as he dusts his hands off. He smiles at you, sweetly like he usually does. His dopey smile making your stomach do a flip, thinking back to what Jill said.

"Hey," he gestures to the dolly before looking back at you again, "kid section needs to be restocked, thought it would too heavy for you."

That was sweet of him, not wanting you to strain yourself. But of course not, that be making him short a much needed employee. At least that's what you say to your brain to stop wandering.

"Thanks Boss." You give a fake salute before grabbing your dolly and heading out to the kids section. Pushing past the small colorful tables and animal chairs you pull out your box cutter from your skirt pocket and rip the box open. Starting to place books in the younger side of the shelves you hear the door to storage open. Out walking Chris carrying two huge boxes on his shoulders, not breaking a sweat or skin red in the slightest.

"God damn..." You catch yourself mumbling, you know Chris was jacked but Jesus Christ. Two huge boxes into the fantasy section? Those books were usually thicker than your college textbooks. How much does this guy lift?! You blink, eyes burning with the realization you were staring at him. He's none the wiser, back turned towards you as he reaches up pushing the books onto the top shelf.

You continue putting books away, finishing with the toddler stuff and throw the box to the side, starting on the next one. You glance back over at Chris as he tossed his first box to the side. Watching him kick the box over to the next shelf, twirl his box cutter before ripping the tape off and back to work.

You crane your neck over the shelf watching his shirt ride up on him. Seeing the waistband of his boxers over his sweatpants that somehow fit to his ass perfectly. Calvin Klein printed in white over the black band, you'll have to say a prayer later to him for the blessing of the sight you get to see. Chris turns to the side, stretching his arms above his head, shirt riding up again. Tilting your head your see the tips of his V-line, the trail of hair leading to his navel and the curves of his bottom abs. Sculpted to literal perfection...

He has to be doing this on purpose now, right? Cause honestly if it was he was getting your engine to purr with very little effort. Honestly, it's kind of embarrassing. Did what Jill said affect you that much?

Although, Chris is the type of guy to be hit on constantly and barely notice. Just thinking people are being nice to him.

His head quickly juts towards you, quickly looking away you make it look like you were working and not planning what you were going to rub one out to later...

"Need help?" His deep voice fills the space as you give a quick no, squeakier then you had intended it to be. He chuckles, going back to work as you try fighting the heat rising in your neck.

You almost just got caught ogling your boss. Thank God Chris isn't the most perceptive guy around when it came to social awareness or that might have ended with a pink slip. You quickly finish up the kids books as Chris finishes the fantasy section. He looks back to you as he collects the boxes and smiles.

"Head over to the adult section. I'll grab the boxes."

Adult section... Right, you completely forgot Chris had been talking about turning his old office into the adult section after he took a corner of the break room to work in. You nod, heading over quickly as he grabs the dolly and walks off. Walking inside you look at the tall shelves lining the walls and the few tables already lined with books. Looking down at the table you read off a few of the titles in your head, one catching your eye in particular.

How to please your man like a pornstar.

A blunt and to the point title. At least you know what you're getting before you open the cover.

"So this is the kinda crap you like to read?" Chris enters the room with a soft 'tsk. Pushing in the dolly with a few large boxes and the creaky old wooden step stool on top.

"No, just being nosy."

"Mmhm, nosy," he teases, pushing the cart to the shelves. "sure you aren't trying to pick something out for your boyfriend I'm not supposed to know about?"

"I don't have a boyfriend." Chris looks at you over his shoulder, giving you a look like he doesn't believe you.

"Girlfriend? Talking to anyone?" He questions, you shake your head. You both start tearing open boxes and putting away books on shelves. The silence taking over for a few minutes as you ponder his questions.

"You think people like me that much?" You smirk, looking back over at him as he laughs.

"Figured a girl like you would have at least someone sniffing around. I mean... You even get Leon to turn his head once in a while and he's as responsive as wet bread to women."

A girl like you. What exactly does that mean?

"Ew, no. He's the worst and the last person I want looking at me. Besides, that be against the rules." His face shifts, looking confused for a minute.

"Rules?" You scrunch your nose up.

"No dating coworkers?"

"Oh! Yeah, that. No, my Dad wrote those rules and I just haven't had the heart to change the employee handbook after him and Mom died. I'd have to run it by Claire and..." His voice trails off for a few seconds, you getting the jist of it. He turns back to putting books away quietly.

"Still a sore subject for her?"

"Yeah." You nod, understanding the meaning behind it.

"So, you don't care?"

"As long as you assholes don't beat the customers, wear what little uniform you have and show up on time I don't care. It's not my business. Just don't let it affect your job."

Good to know.

You two work in silence for a long while. Eventually Chris pops the step stool open. Moving to put the more "extreme" books on high shelves in case stupid kids wander in unattended. Don't want a child being scarred, that's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

"Bubs." You snap your attention to him holding the stool. He sets it down next to you.

"Yes, Sir?" He blinks with a smirk, huffing for a moment.

"Don't ever call me that again," you giggle with a nod, "you mind doing the top shelves? I have a feeling this stool would snap under me if I even breathed near it."

"So you want me to file the Workman Comp case?" You joke, Chris squinting his big brown eyes for a second.

"You'll be fine, I'll be here to spot you and hand you books."

You agree, reluctantly. Stepping up to the top rung Chris starts handing you the first set of books, staring at you intently. It felt a lot different than a mindful stare, almost like he was watching you purposefully. Shifting back and forth in place every few minutes. Bouncing his legs. You knew he got bored easily but you've never seen him this jittery.

Oddly enough it didn't take long for you both to get to the last shelf, checking your watch to see it's nearly 8pm by now. Rolling your neck you climb back up on the stool, stepping onto the top plank.

Looking down you gesture for a book, Chris shuffles, turning away quickly and grabbing some books from the box, handing them up to you. He turns away, still standing behind you, a tad bit closer than before. Pushing the last book onto the shelf you look back at him as he keeps moving around.

"Are you okay? You seem antsy." He looks back at you, tanned skin a dusty rose color, he looks like he's contemplating what to say. Grabbing the last set of books and hands them up to you before he speaks.

"I'm fine," he insists, "just hot in here."

He clears his throat, pulling at his v-neck near his rose tattoo on his neck. You turn back to the shelf, putting the books away, leaning for the last one. The book slips from your hand hitting the floor as the stool starts to tilt to the side and you try gripping the shelf to stop from falling. Arms wrap around you as the stool topples over, lifting you from the fall. Toned arms around your waist, big hands flat against your belly as his hand accidentally went under your button up and his head in the middle of your back.

"Jesus Christ Bubs. Gave me a damn heart attack." Slowly his arms lower you to the floor, weirdly hunching to put you down. You feel embarrassed, bending over to grab the book as he grabs the stool. Your head turns, eyes shifting as he stands up straight. Your eyes making contact with the massive imprint in his sweatpants. Your jaw drops, turning away immediately.

Oh, oh God he's hard... Did I do that!? Has he been like that the entire time??

You shift and try your hardest to reach to put the book of the shelf. Even standing on your top toes. Chris comes up behind you, putting a hand on your hip, taking the book from you and stands on his own toes to reach. Sliding the book into place with ease. You feel him brush your other hip with his own.

Couldn't he have just done that the entire time?

You give him an odd look as he steps back, folding the stool up, and holding it in front of himself. Oblivious to the fact you already saw his hard on.

"That should be everything..." He takes a few steps back, you nod, quickly stepping past him.

"I'm gonna go grab my purse and head out." You move to head towards the break room when he grabs your shoulder, stopping you.

"Let me walk you to your car, it's dark out. I don't want you putting yourself at risk. Just, let me use the bathroom first."

Damn him and his kind nature...

You nod, following him to the break room and grab your bag as he slips into the employee bathroom.

Walking out of the back you stop at the front door, turning the overhead lights out. The only lights on being the dimly lit sconces along the walls. You start thinking about... Knowing what's probably happening in that bathroom right now. Your thoughts start drifting to the thought of his hand down his pants, trying desperately to stay quiet and get himself get some relief before facing you again.

Then Jill's words drift into your mind again.

He's pretty hot, I wouldn't blame you.

She's not wrong... Chris is hot. And obviously he thinks you are too if you're the cause of his big problem. Should you even be thinking this way? He's your boss. It be unprofessional and possibly really awkward if anything happened... Well more than what already did.

"Ready?" You turn seeing Chris carrying his coat over his arm, walking through the store.

"Yeah." You both step out of the store, stopping to watch Chris lock up. He smiles at you as you start walking towards your car. Quickly, he steps around you, walking along the street side.

It's not odd for Chris to be this sweet but this feels like he's trying to impress you almost.

"Such a gentleman." You smirk, crossing under a streetlight. He smiles wide, bumping your arm with his.

"Maybe if you're good I'll lay my coat across a puddle and you can walk over it."

Is he flirting with me?

You scoff, shaking your head.

"If I'm good? I'm a model employee, thank you."

"Expect for being 20 minutes late three times this week... Be grateful I like having you around." You feel your cheeks heat up as you both stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change.

"Wow, you like having me around. What do you have a crush on me or something?" You joke, stepping off the sidewalk and into the double white lines. Chris staying on the curb for a few seconds before quickly catching up.

"What if I did?" He asks, turning his head to look at you as you two turn into the parking lot on the corner. Looking at him, his face is red. The look in his eyes says so much as you stop at the back of your car.

"Look," he stops, leaning against your bumper as you join him, "can I say something that we can... Both just look past if it gets awkward or weird?"

"As long as you're not about to tell me that you're stalking me or something." Chris shakes his head, smile faltering.

"I know I'm your boss and I shouldn't look at you like I do... But it's hard not to think you're really pretty and I want to take you out when I'm around you constantly. And if you don't feel that way we can pretend this never happened and I'll just walk away..."

He's even sweet when expecting rejection...

You just stare at him for a moment as he stands up quickly.

"Right. I'm sorry for saying anything." You reach out, grabbing his hand as you stand up.

"I'm not sure about my feelings but I know I'm attracted to you and you're really sweet. So, I wouldn't mind going on a date and seeing where this goes... I think I'd be a complete idiot for not at least trying with you." He sighs in relief, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles with a goofy smile.

"Tomorrow after work? A Movie and dinner?" He seems so eager, you snicker to yourself.

"Sounds great." You smile, moving in to give him a kiss on the cheek. His smile turns to a full blown grin, looking you up and down.

"Call me when you get home." He gives a fake salute as you turn back to unlock your car door. Looking back over your shoulder you see him exiting the parking lot to head back towards his apartment over the store. And as you climb in, pulling on the door to close it. You swear you hear a faint cheer of yes from the distance.

#chris redfield x you #🧢 himbo chris redfield #chris redfield x y/n #chris redfield x reader #resident evil x reader #🎒 preppy reader #📚 redfield reads au #🌿 ivy writes

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expired-monster-craft-smp · 1 year ago

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Leon Kennedy headcanons part 2nd

- Due to the lack of control in his life, Leon seeks control in other things such as his diet, his daily routine, weekly schedule, and even what he buys

- Gets paid a lot since he works for the government but rarely uses it

- He literally lives in a shitty and small apartment that isn’t decorated and sleeps on a bare mattress on the floor

- Cannot relax like ever unless he’s alone in his apartment, but he’s close to relaxed if he’s alone with a trusted person like Chris, Claire, Jill, and Rebecca. Hunnigan would be included but they usually only meet to discuss a new mission for Leon

- Doesn’t listen to new music, but will listen to recommendations from friends and new releases from bands/artists he already listens to

- Bro canonically listens to dad rock and metal and was born in the late 70’s so his music taste can be…interesting

- I know a lot of people say that he would have one-night stands or whatever but not only is this man the most awkward person ever and Cannot Pull, he’s also severely paranoid and closed-off around unknown people, drunk and sober. He most likely doesn’t get any action whatsoever

- He’s super sweet towards kids. Just has the biggest soft spot for them and can’t stand to say no to them 99% of the time

- He gives off Midwest energy so bad, he probably spent a significant amount of his childhood living there (if we’re going off his original backstory n shit he probably got moved there while in foster care and remained in that area until he aged out)

- He can’t stand change (autism and desperation for control) and it’s why his hairstyle remains the same. It’s one of the few constants in his life and he physically cannot have his hair in any other style

- He’s an alcoholic in the sense that he’s almost always drinking. He doesn’t really do binge drinking, just a constant flow of alcohol in his system throughout the day

- Dissociates a lot. After Spain, he was stuck in a dissociative episode for over 3 months, just going on autopilot

- Prefers off-brand items over brand names, mostly due to growing up without a lot of money. It’s more comforting

- Hates being dirty or smelling bad. He showers religiously and throughly, always making sure to apply cologne afterwards even if he’s just going to bed

- No phone case. It would be helpful since he has pretty big hands and long fingers but he just lets his phone rawdog the world

- Leon is a trans man !! Government pays for his T shots and paid for his top surgery (though it was mostly so they could make Leon feel more indebted to them)

- Leon is just so extremely touch-starved it’s actually incredibly sad. Even if it’s just a medic touching him to patch him up, his skin prickles and his eyes sting

- Doesn’t mind sugary things, but if he’s going to drink soda, it has to be diet. He tends to stick with water and unsweetened juice, though

- If he’s going to use pet-names for someone (such as Chris perchance), he sticks with “baby”, “sweet thing”, “doll”, and “sweetheart”. He doesn’t usually use pet-names though, mostly because he thinks it sounds awkward coming from his mouth

Chreon stuff because homosexuality

- Leon absolutely adores hugging, snuggling, and cuddling with Chris. The man is bigger than him and makes the perfect pillow

- Finds it hot that Chris can easily manhandle him

- Favorite thing to do is cuddle with Chris on the couch or lay his head on Chris’ thighs or chest and watch movies with him

- Instead of rings, they have matching watches (canon)

- Leon can get needy and whiny when sleepy, especially after a mission, and will cling to Chris like a leech

- He feels comfortable and safe enough with Chris to relinquish control to him. He knows his husband will keep him safe and has his comfort in mind

- Claire had a fucking field day with them when she found out they were together. Literally got teased relentlessly, and she jokingly gave her blessing

- Leon found it amusing when she gave Chris the shovel talk, not him

- Leon teases Chris about his smoking habit but Chris never really does the same with Leon’s drinking, knowing it’s a sensitive subject and instead just makes sure his husband doesn’t drink too much

May post another part, who knows?

#leon kennedy #re4 leon #resident evil leon #chreon #chris redfield #just a little bit #leon kennedy headcanons #trans leon kennedy #because it’s canon #it’s true #I’m capcom

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derelictlovefool · 4 months ago

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Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

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— oc x canon, oc x oc, canon x canon, reader x canon, reader x oc

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#Request Guidelines #mobile guidelines bc I like to format things now and having everything accessible via mobile is nice for me personally lol

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wisecrackingeric-2 · 11 months ago

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“New Years”

Rating: G

Word Count: 3,540

Summary: Leon falls asleep on the couch during a New Year’s party with their friends, so Luis takes it upon himself to carry him outside and cuddle him on the couch while watching the rain.

And all the while, Luis reminisces internally on the life he lived, the person he’s become, and his love for Leon.

A/N: I’ve left everything I wanted to say to all my readers in the notes of the fic on AO3, so if you could go and read it all, that would mean the whole entire world to me :) <<<33

Fic under Cut!!

Luis wondered a lot what death would look like.

He kind of had to, really- it always felt like an inevitable. Unavoidable. He always imagined himself dying young; drowning in a pool of his own mistakes, choking on the blood he caused with his own hands. Maybe he’d inhale too much smoke, maybe he’d toy with the line between curiosity and danger a little too harshly-

Either way, Luis never planned very far ahead. He could never imagine himself settling down or finding somebody to love forever and ever. He accepted that long ago; that as long as he was alive, death was close to follow suit.

He just hoped that death would be peaceful. Like falling asleep and waking up in a crowded room full of your loved ones.

So adjusting to the opposite- adjusting to a new life full of people who cared about him, a man who’d love him until the end of time, a stable home, a steady job- it didn’t come naturally to Luis. Far from it, in fact.

He had to fight tooth and nail to get the people in Leon’s life to trust him fully. That he was OK with, though; he was used to getting his hands (nonmetaphorically) dirty to survive. But what he wasn’t used to was seeing his efforts actually pay off.

Rebecca worked in the BSAA’s laboratories close by his side completely by choice. Chris offered for him to stay the night at his place when Leon was away. Hell, even Jill loaned him the keys to her car when his broke down;

It was almost domestic in nature. Like Luis had his own circle of support outside of Leon.

No- he did have support outside of Leon now. He had people who cared about him. People who wanted to see the best in him. People who looked past his mistakes. People who loved him.

Luis needed to keep reminding himself of that.

But he wasn’t alone, at least.

He has Leon to help with that seemingly oh-so difficult task every single day of his life.

Even when Leon didn’t realize it- he was reminding Luis that he was loved and cared for with every little action he gave. From soft morning kisses in bed, to cooking him a small breakfast before work, to picking him up in the afternoons to take him on little coffee dates;

Sometimes it felt like the smaller, more menial moments meant far more to Luis than any loud declaration of love ever could.

Which was ironic, cuz loud declarations of love were Luis’ specialty;

He’d taken after his childhood hero Don Quixote in that way. He’d taken after him in many-a ways- but performing flowery speeches and winding poems of love were one of the dozens of talents Luis had picked up from his beloved book. And, hell, they clearly worked- because people adored them.

Even when he wasn’t trying to be painfully romantic, they still worked- and the evening Luis found himself in was no exception. He could spin jokes and tell tall tales to Claire, Rebecca, Chris and Jill like there was no tomorrow- and they hung into his every word with an almost childlike curiosity. Ashley saw through this, though. It was far from an act Luis was putting on- it’s not like he was lying about any of his stories- but she of all people knew how genuine Luis was in the way he expressed his emotions. Ashley of all people knew especially how much being perceived as chivalrous and quixotic meant to him.

It was one of the few things he could control in life. And one of the few genuine things he could give back to people. He liked seeing others smile; it made him feel like he was doing something truly good.

But as much as Luis was a talker; he was equal parts a listener. Moreso, even. The longer the New Years Eve party went on, the quieter Luis found himself becoming, ironically- choosing to lean against the wall in the corner of the kitchen and watch his friends laugh about their own inside jokes and lates mishaps on missions like it was only yesterday they’d just come back from them. Hell, maybe it was only yesterday- Luis lost track of the conversation after letting his eyes dip close one too many times. He’d lost track of time entirely, in fact; which was a very new feeling for him.

He’d always kept track of time. Minutes. Hours. Days. He had to keep track of these arbitrary numbers or else he ran the risk of succumbing to the Plagas or his own madness. It was a tiring cycle; a cycle he didn’t even realize was so exhausting until Leon pulled him out of it.

For the first time in years, Luis let himself loose track of time.

He felt safe. He felt at home.

He’d lost so much throughout his life. Every home he had- His Grandfather, and every home he built for himself- His Dream Team at Umbrella… it’d all come crumbling down around him one way or another eventually. And Luis would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss his Grandfather’s baritone voice or the makeshift Birthday Parties Umbrella would haphazardly throw for their employees.

But Leon brought that all back to him.

He loved Luis like he was apart of him. His other half. His person. And Luis did the same.

Leon built him a home he could feel safe in; a home that wouldn’t be destroyed. Leon caressed him every night and listened to him ramble and read him stories in his terrible attempt at Spanish whenever he asked-

He woke Luis from his nightmares and dried his tears with gentle kisses. He’s put Chris or Rebecca on the phone to tell him a stupid joke just to cheer him up.

Leon gave him everything. And Luis just prayed to God that he could give him the same back, too. Even if it was just in little ways.

Speaking of…

“You’re Husband looks dead to the world, Luis,”

Claire playfully jeered from the other side of the room, her smile hidden behind a glass of wine as Luis was practically snapped back to reality, blinking his big brown eyes like a newborn deer. He almost forgot they’d gotten married- that Luis had proposed to Leon with one of his own rings.

“¿Q-Que-?”

“Leon,”

Jill chirped up and gently jabbed his side with her elbow, nodding her head towards the couch on the opposite end of the small and homely apartment where, past Rebecca and Chris standing beside a doubled-down-with-laughter Ashley, was Leon; his head propped up with the heel of his hand and his eyes already closed as he seemingly instinctively curled up against the throw couch pillows sleepily.

It took pretty much every muscle in Luis’ body not to audibly coo and melt into a puddle right then and there. Claire and Jill were right; Leon was fast asleep in the middle of a New Year’s party. To say that was adorable would be an understatement.

“Gracias, señorita,”

Luis playfully flicked his wrist at Jill, causing her to scrunch her nose up with a smile.

“I’ll go rescue my Prince Charming from his slumber, eh?”

“Don’t let him miss out on the countdown!” Claire raised her glass towards the clock on the wall. 11:45 PM, it read. Luis shook his head and gave her an affectionate wink as he passed,

“Oh, no, I’d never let him miss out on such a monumental moment”

“He’ll bug you about it for weeks if you don’t”

Luis shot the both of them a quick grin,

“I’ll take my chances.”

Luis wasn’t sure how much better he knew Leon compared to his friends, but he knew for certain that his partner would infinitely rather sleep though the New Years Countdown than force himself to stay awake for it- he hardly got any sleep, after all. Missions kept him on his feet like a waking zombie.

Luis gently sat down next to Leon on the couch, carefully positioning himself so his weight didn’t dip the cushions enough to wake his Sleeping Beauty up.

He couldn’t help but just… stare at Leon for a few moments.

Seeing his partner so genuinely at peace was such a rarity for the both of them. Even early in the mornings when the two still had time to lie in bed, Leon would still insist on waking up first and getting himself dressed for no particular occasion.

Pure rest was hard to come by for the both of them- so Luis didn’t dare move a muscle to try and wake his lover. Despite the fact that the music was blaring and the people walking in circles around them were cackling louder than the showtunes on the radio.

“ Oh my gosh,” Ashley practically gasped at the sight; he voice lowered to a whisper despite it not being necessary. Luis flashed her a smile.

“ Is he asleep??”

“Yeah,”

Luis was practically giggling like a teenage girl, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of Leon’s face- his eyelashes fluttering against his freckles cheeks.

“ I might take him outside. Y’know, where it’s a little quieter”

Ashley made a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and an ‘ aaaaaawwweee!! ’, her hands clasped over her toothy grin.

“ That is so cute, oh my gosh!! He won’t wake up if you carry him, will he?? Wait, no- do you need help carrying him out?”

Luis huffed a laugh at Ashley’s genuine worry- giving her a quick peck on the cheek to ease her woes.

“ Your Príncipe will be just fine, Mariposa- And if he does wake up, I’ll just kiss him to sleep again”

Ashley gently shoved his arm, “ I don’t think that’s how the story goes… I think it’s the opposite way, Luis”

“Nah. You’re mad. Mad as a crazed man”

This caused Ashley to double down into laughter- clutching her stomach as Luis couldn’t help but giggle along at her amusement. He took the opportunity to slip his arms under Leon’s knees and back while Ashley was distracted, lifting his partner up with a slight grunt bridal-style.

Luis still struggled with his back from time to time. Most of the time, actually- and while tonight seemed to be one of his ‘better days’, those were, unfortunately, very few and far between.

Most of the time it just… ached. A guttural, bone-deep kind of ache that he could never assign a name for even on the best of days. Sometimes it was easy for him to stand on shaky legs and make his way to the other end of their shared apartment- but on other days, Luis genuinely couldn’t get out of bed. The pain gripped him so harshly that even his own medications wouldn’t provide him any relief.

There was a time where Luis refused those medications, too. Penance, he had said; a worthy punishment for his crimes. He knew now that it was just plain and simple self-harm, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

And oh, how he tried.

But, as always… Leon pulled him out of those endlessly deep waters tooth-and-nail. He spent many-a sleepless nights at Luis’ bedside just cooing to him and softly trying to convince him to just take his medications. And eventually, his struggles paid off. Luis didn’t think he’d have as much confidence and self-worth as he did now without that gentle push from Leon. But never once did his partner complain, no; he loved him back like it was as easy as breathing.

Hell, even on nights where Luis tossed and turned- back wet and eyebrows knit together as he dreamt of the knife to his back, the Plagas wriggling around in his chest, the machine that tore his skin apart to remove it- Leon was always there, always by his side, to hold his hand and be there for him when he woke.

So carrying his lover Bridal-Style away from the crowded party and through the fly-mask screen door outside onto the balcony was the least he could do.

The screeeeeeeeeeck of the plasticky door handle was enough to get Leon stirring- because, somehow, picking him up and moving him halfway across the room wasn’t enough already- and Luis noticed near-immediately that his boyfriends eyes had started fluttering. So, as much as he wanted to dust the cushions off, Luis swiftly took a seat on one of the outdoor couches that sat tucked up against the corner of the balcony- it smelt old and it was far from soft. Weather-worn from spending years outside. Bugs buzzed around the blueish overhead light, occasionally flying close to Luis’ hair.

But he didn’t mind. As long as Leon didn’t wake up.

“ Luis…?”

Ah, damnit.

“ Amoooorrr,”

Luis cooed, placing an arm around Leon’s side as he coaxed his head back onto his lap, running his free hand through that dusty-blonde hair he’d gotten familiar with gently grasping onto.

“You should be asleep, no?”

“ Rrrwe outside…?”

Leon’s words were slurred and probably almost entirely intelligible if it weren’t for the fact that Luis knew him well enough to know what he was trying to say. He nodded,

“Sí. You were falling asleep on the couch inside. Figured being out here might be a little nicer for you”

Leon didn’t respond at first. He just rubbed his eyes and yawned; and Luis felt his heart squeeze at the sight. Leon instinctively curled against Luis’ lap even further, and his lover took that as a sign to gently drape the thin-fabric blanket over his body and card his fingers through his hair lovingly.

“ It’s nice,”

Leon finally mumbled.

“ ‘S quiet. But, like, I can still hear everyone inside.. just… muffled.”

That much was true. Through the fly-screen door, the distant sound of music and laughter and drinks being clinked together bounced off of the ceramic-tile floors and echoed along the balcony. It was nice. Comforting. Comforting to know that the people who loved them both were just a door away.

Luis couldn’t remember the last time he experienced something quite like this. Maybe when he was a child, after late-night Church ceremonies, when his Grandfather would pick him up and drape his tired body over his shoulders while waving goodbye to their neighbors- the distant sounds of bells and singing and laughter growing more and more distant the closer to their little cabin they got. Laughter would be replaced with the soft swooshes of water lapping against the shore, yet those bells could still be heard if he listened out hard enough. Even as he fell asleep Luis could swear he could hear the scratches of his Grandfather’s pen against paper from the other room.

It was funny how some things just… never changed.

‘Funny.’ More like terrifying.

Guilt and anxiety were very, very powerful feelings, Luis had learnt. He’d spent a very large majority of his life totally convinced that he was a bad person; that he’d hurt everybody and everyone around him and that the cycle of death and destruction that seemed to follow in his wake everywhere he went would never end. He’d forced himself to accept that, a long, long time ago- that there was no opportunity of forgiveness for him. That he was always doomed to make the same mistakes over and over and hurt everyone who’d ever loved him and never be worthy of change. Never be worthy of love. But that didn’t stop the deep, nagging voice in the back of his throat that longed for hope. That crazy, almost quixotic desperation for a better life- a life he would fight tooth-and-nail for. That he’d get his knuckles bloody and bruised over. That he’s loose teeth and morals for.

And learning that his cycles could be broken, and that he was deserving of love was… hard. It was hard to accept change. It was hard to sit with and come to terms with all of the people he had hurt and still accept love from others- from Leon. But once again…

Leon loved him so easily, it felt like breathing. And Luis would be a damned dishonest liar if he didn’t admit that loving Leon back felt just as easy as spinning his lighter between his fingers.

It was just hard to understand why Leon loved him. It was hard to carry around reminders of the things he had done and still live a good life in spite of them all- it was hard to accept good things in life, and even harder to pick up and carry the good things that had happened in the past, too.

But he wasn’t alone anymore. He didn’t have to be alone anymore- he knew Leon faced many of the same trials and tribulations as he did. But just like his nicknamesake Sancho Panza, Luis would never leave his side as his Don Quixote, and vice versa. No matter what adventures their lives took them on, they’d always have each other.

They were completely, and utterly devoted to each other. In every way, in every universe.

“The rain is nice…”

Luis jumped slightly; not expecting Leon’s voice to break him out of his thoughts. He hadn’t even noticed that there was any rain at all- but once he noticed, he couldn’t tear his eyes off of it. The thundering against the plastic shutters and the slow, methodical drips of water dipping past the cover was enough to make Luis himself feel sleepy. But he had a Prince Charming to keep an eye on.

“I thought you fell asleep, ¿mi vida?”

“M’ tryin’ not to…”

Luis couldn’t help but chuckle; Leon’s sleepy and relaxed voice made his chest feel soft and pliable in all the best ways possible. He continued running his fingers through Leon’s hair, subconsciously pulling out his lighter from his pocket and twirling it in small circles between his fingers.

“You can fall asleep if you want to,” Luis assured, “I can wake you up when the countdown starts, if that’s what you’re worried about..”

“Don’ care about the countdown…”

Leon let out a big, long sigh and snuggled his head further into Luis’ lap, curling the blanket around himself further.

“I jus’ wan’ be with you..”

“But I’m right here?”

“Yeah, but like… I don’t wanna, like, fall asleep, an’ just leave you all by y’self on the couch here”

Luis had to physically restrain himself from sobbing and kissing Leon right then and there.

“I’ll be fine, amor,”

He instead chose to lean down and gently place a kiss on top of Leon’s messy, mop-like blonde hair, his eyelashes fluttering shut for just a moment.

“I’d rather you get some rest. You clearly need it”

“Y’ sure you don’t mind?”

“ Sin duda.”

“But what about-“

“ Leon, Sancho, love of my life,”

Luis grinned boyishly and ruffled his lovers hair,

“Get some rest, por favor. For me?”

Luis heard Leon let out a big, long, and expectedly tired sigh.

“…Ok. Thank you, dove”

“No need to thank me,”

Luis leaned down once more and kissed the side of his head once again,

“ I’ll be right here when you wake up. Te lo prometo.”

And just like that, Leon fell back asleep quicker than Luis could finish the twirl of his lighter. He clearly needed the rest.

His gentle snores, soft rising of his shoulders and the pitter-patter of rain was enough to make Luis feel totally at ease- and the distant, muffled and warm sounds of laughter from inside of the house had just about sent Luis into his own slumber himself.

Yes, Luis wondered a lot what death would look like. But he was no longer scared of it. He hoped it was like falling asleep on the couch during a house party as a child and being carried to your room by your parents to be tucked into bed.

He knew he lived a good life. He knew he had people who loved him, and that was more than enough for him.

If Luis died tomorrow, he wouldn’t mind all that much. He’d be happy with where he was, and who he loved.

He’d be happy that he chose love. He’d be happy that he chose Leon.

And he’d be happy that Leon chose him back, too.

“The countdowns starting!!”

A voice from inside- Ashley, if he had to guess- yelled out through the walls. Luis instinctively snuggled Leon in closer, his eyes fixated on the rain.

Leon didn’t wake up. But he didn’t need to.

“3!!!”

“2!!”

“1!”

“Happy New Years!!!!!”

Luis leaned down to kiss Leon on the forehead once more. He was still asleep.

“ Te amo, Leon..”

He whispered into his ear. Barely audible above the rain and the cheering from inside.

‘ I love you ’ felt like too weak of a sentence to describe just how Luis felt about Leon. It didn’t encapsulate everything that man meant to him.

But it didn’t have to. It would be enough.

Leon loved him back. He knew that. And that was enough.

They’d always be enough.

“… And Happy New Year.”

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ovaryacted · 3 months ago

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Chris has been through so much, man. It makes me so sad. There's a bit near the end in RE6 where Jake Muller says he wants to talk to Chris about what happened with Wesker after this whole mess is over, and Chris says he'll tell Jake whatever Jake wants to know, "I just hope you're ready to hear it", and honestly, I really hope he and Jake got a chance to talk, because like. I feel like they could get along? Maybe not like, as friends, but at least they could work well together. Maybe Jake and Jill, too. Idk, just... Jake's a good guy, y'know? And Sherry looks like she's gonna be a promising agent- it'd be nice if she got to interact with Chris (and Claire, and Leon) more.

Just... I know next generation stuff can be tricky to pull off, but with how much this fight has worn on him, it'd be nice if Chris (and the others) got some fresh help, y'know? Like, I know according to Shadows of Rose, Chris is still fighting B.O.W.s by the time he's fucking 64, but STILL. Poor guy deserves some kind of break, or a vacation, or SOMETHING. (They all do, tbh.)

Omg anon yes, Chris has been through so much, like sooo fucking much, and I think a lot of people brush off his trauma cause he's sexy when he was rlly going through it. I mean, he had temporary amnesia at some point, lost his way and forgot about himself, and not to mention a lot of that trauma started in childhood with his parents and he had to step up to take care of his sister Claire (from what I remember anyway).

That whole thing with Jake too, I get why he would be apprehensive to talk to Jake given he's Wesker's son and all that jazz, but I hope there was an instance where they spoke and rehashed that conversation.

I still can't believe like theoretically speaking, most of the og crew minus Jill because of the virus and stuff, they're old, like old old. They got my man ready to retire and collect his benefits and his pension, but no they still want him fighting these bioweapons and for what. It's saddening truly. Like, will they ever fully stop the creation of bioweapons? Who knows. I just know that in Leon's case considering they're still holding Sherry's life over his head, they're going to work that man to the bone until he dies. And after he dies they're going to wipe his existence, maybe, and Chris has gone rogue from the BSAA anyway, so who knows. Free my bbys fr, they deserve some fruity drinks with mini umbrellas and sun on a tropical island.

#ovaryacted asks

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starrysky28 · 11 months ago

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The Times We Were Together: Chapter 2

Series Title: The Times We Were Together

Series Summary: After the Raccoon City incident, Claire, Sherry and Leon start living together, where they share many memories and moments with each other.

Chapter Title: "Closer To Normal"

Rating: T

Words: 2,664

Warnings: None, mentions of alcohol in the middle of the chapter

Much to the relief of everyone, the two hour car ride to Chris's house was a mostly smooth and easy one. Claire had insisted on driving over Leon, saying that he "drives too fast", to which the man in question had a few words denying this claim.

After nearly getting lost more than a few times due to Leon's shocking inability to read a road map, and a few "are we there yet's?" from Sherry in the back seat, the trio finally arrived.

"You sure this is the place?", Leon asked.

Claire nodded confidently, "No doubt about it. I know my childhood home when I see it"

The house was a decent size, albeit a little big for just one or two people, which explained the fact that it was Chris and Claire's "childhood home".

"Whoa! This place is amazing!", Sherry exclaimed in awe.

"You should see the inside!", Claire replied.

The excited child ran up to the door and knocked politely with zero hesitation.

"Wait for us, Sherry!", Claire laughed, grabbing Leon by the hand.

The young man was shocked by this gesture, his eyes fixated on her small, soft hands, only slightly calloused from the day before.

As Claire and Leon reached the front steps, the door opened, revealing a tall, burly man with short, dark brown hair and a serious, almost intimidating expression plastered onto his face. He also looked to be at least a few years older than Claire and Leon.

"Claire", The man nods.

There's now a sight softness in his expression, "I'm glad you're safe"

"It's good to see you again, Chris", Claire smiles fondly at her brother.

Chris clears his throat, now looking down at Claire's left hand, which still held Leon's right hand loosely.

A few seconds pass before Claire notices and lets go, "Oh! Um..."

"This is Sherry", She says, gesturing her hands towards the beaming girl in front of him.

"It's very nice to meet you, Sherry", Chris smiles, bending over to shake her hand.

"So...You're Claire's...?"

"Older brother? That would be me. I'm sure she told you all sorts of embarrassing stories already", Chris joked.

Sherry giggles, "Only a few..."

"Is that so, hm?", The man was now standing up straight, locking eyes with Leon.

"Who's the guy, Claire?"

Claire was slightly hesitant. Chris tended to be a little overprotective of Claire whenever there was a guy involved, at least that's what she'd learned from bringing home her old boyfriends from high school.

Leon, however, was just a friend.

"This is Leon. He was a big help to us yesterday", she said.

"Big help, huh?", Chris's eyes were still fixated on Leon, whose expression showed a slight tinge of panic, though he was trying hard to hide it.

There was an awkward silence before Chris spoke again, "Why don't you all come inside, it's a bit chilly out there"

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Walking into the house gave off the impression that the Redfield's seemed to be rather well-off financially, but also felt as if it were stuck in the 1980s, as most of the old furniture and belongings appeared to be intact from when their parents were still around.

"Make yourselves at home. The bedrooms are all set up for whenever you're ready to put your things away"

"Ooh! after we settle in, can you show me your old bedroom, Claire?", Sherry asked.

"Of course! C'mon, lets go put our stuff away", Claire replied, rushing up the stairs with the little girl behind her.

Chris laughed, "Look at those two, huh?"

Leon didn't realize he had been talking to him until he noticed him staring him down again, "U-Uh, yeah. Sherry follows her around like a baby chick. Cute, isn't it?"

Chris nods, "So, I have to ask..."

Leon gulped nervously.

"Are you and Claire together? Like a couple?"

"Ah- No, We're just friends, we only met a little over a day ago actually...", Leon blushed and itched at the back of his neck awkwardly, a habit of his for whenever he felt embarrassed.

"Oh...", Chris tried not to smirk.

"I guess I was wrong then", he continued, turning in the direction towards the kitchen area.

"Can I get you something to drink, Leon?"

"Sure, what've you got?"

"I've got tons of stuff in here", Chris says peering into the refrigerator.

"Water, Soda...Alcohol...", he begins listing off items.

Leon thought he probably could have used an alcoholic drink after the events of yesterday, "What have you got for alcohol?"

...

Chris and Leon sat on the couch in the living room, a can of beer for each of them.

"I probably should have asked this beforehand, but you're old enough to drink right?", Chris asked, switching on the TV.

"Yeah. I turned twenty-one this year actually, why?"

"Just making sure. Don't take this the wrong way, but you've got a bit of a baby face"

Leon chuckled, taking a sip of the can, "I didn't think I looked that young"

The two then began to watch a few seconds of the bad sitcom that was on:

"Honey, there's someone at the door", a woman calls out

An uninterested man reading a newspaper answers, "Oh yeah, who is it?"

"A donation collector. Says he needs a donation for a community swimming pool"

"Give him a glass of water", he deadpans

A laugh track follows

"So, Claire tells me you're a cop too?", Leon speaks again.

Chris laughs, "She told you that? Sort of, not really though"

"I currently work for S.T.A.R.S, though I'm not really sure what's gonna happen now that Raccoon City is...well, you know. Me and the rest of the team were ordered to get out of there as soon as we could"

Leon sighs, "Yeah"

"But, uh, S.T.A.R.S, right? That's some pretty intense stuff"

"It can be, yes...but what about you? You said you were a cop, right?", Chris asked, changing the subject slightly.

"Yes...but only for a day...", Leon replies.

Chris nearly choked on his sip of beer, "Wait? You mean this was all on your first day?!"

"Yep"

"Man...I could never imagine"

The sound of quick footsteps rushed down the staircase and continued until reaching the living room area.

"Hey, guys", Claire smiled, slightly out of breath.

"I see you two have already bonded"

Chris smiled back at her, then looked back at Leon, "I suppose we have"

"Where's Sherry?", Leon noticed that she wasn't with her.

"Still upstairs", she answered.

"Who knew she'd be so fascinated with my old stuff. Makes me wonder if her parents ever let her even have those types of things..."

"I kinda doubt it", he added.

"So...", Claire sat herself down on the end of the couch opposite of the two men.

"What did you guys want to do for dinner tonight?"

"Oh, Is it that time, already?", Leon asked.

Chris looked over at the digital clock that sat below the TV, "It's about 5:30"

"I dunno about everyone else, but I'm pretty hungry", Claire said.

After Claire mentioned it, Leon realized that he too was a bit hungry, "Hmm, I guess I could eat"

"Why don't I check the fridge", Claire got up and made her way to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room.

However when she opened the fridge, she only shook her head, "Seriously, Chris?"

"What?", The man questioned.

"All you have in here is beer, soda, water, some cheese and an old apple"

"I'm sure all the starving children in the world would love to eat that, Claire", he joked.

Claire rolled her eyes playfully, "Okay, Mom"

"In all seriousness though, we can't make a single thing with any of this"

"Guess we have to order pizza then", Chris shrugged his shoulders.

She thought for a moment before promptly shutting the fridge, "Actually, that's not a bad idea"

"Give me one moment", she strutted briskly back towards the bottom of the stairs.

"Sherry!"

A faint "Yeah?" could be heard from upstairs.

"Come down for a sec, we're gonna order pizza!"

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After ordering the pizza, the four of them sat on the couch in the living room, half-watching the TV show that was still on in the background and half-staring at the wall.

"So...what are we gonna do while we wait?", Sherry asked.

Claire made a face as if she were thinking, "We used to have some board games around here somewhere, though I think we moved most of them into the basement"

"I'll go look", Chris said, getting up from his seat and heading down into the basement.

...

A little over five minutes passed and Chris still wasn't back.

"Your basement can't be that big, right?", Leon joked.

Claire shrugged her shoulders, "It really isn't. I don't know what's taking him so long"

Finally, there was the sound of someone coming back up the wooden basement steps, which brought back everyone's attention.

"Find something?", she called out.

"Yes. Though its not a board game, it's a different kind of game" Chris answered.

The three of them peered over the wall that blocked off the view of the basement door. There was Chris, not holding a board game, but holding what looked to be some sort of device.

"What's that?", Sherry asked.

"This", he began.

"Is a video game console"

"So cool! I've always wanted one of those!", she wowed.

"When did you get that?", Claire asked.

"Someone I used to know from the Air Force gave it to me a year or two back", he said.

"Never really used it, but I was given a game for it and a few controllers"

Chris pulled out a chunky cartridge that had been stuffed in his shirt pocket, revealing the game to be a popular mascot kart-racing game.

"Anyone here up for a few races?"

...

"What?! How did you manage to get into first already?!", Leon shrieked playfully.

Claire smirked, "I think you harshly underestimate my kart-driving skills"

"Alright, well...Take this!", he replied.

Because there were only two controllers, the four of them took turns playing against each other. While Leon and Claire were going all out against each other in a race, Chris and Sherry watched the drama unfold.

"I think Claire is definitely gonna win", Sherry predicted.

Chris somehow knew what was about to go down, "Hmm, I'm not so sure about that. Watch what's about to happen..."

The two of them watched on the screen as a spiky blue shell popped up over the head of Claire's character, who was about to cross the finish line, and quickly spun themselves out in mid-air.

"Ha! Gotcha!", Leon cheered.

"Hey! That's so unfair!", Claire watched as her character's place ranking dropped down all the way from first to fifth.

In the end, Leon's character ended up placing just one spot ahead of her, though he still won fair and square against her.

"Alright, you against Sherry, then I want a rematch on rainbow road", As soon as Claire said this, however, there was a knock at the front door.

"I think that's the pizza", Chris said, getting up from the couch.

"Ooh! I'll come too!", Sherry insisted, following him to the door.

Claire stood up in front of Leon and pointed a finger at him, "This isn't over yet!"

"Oh really? I'm almost positive I beat you that round", he laughed, raising an eyebrow.

She was sitting down next to him on the floor now.

"Don't be so cocky!", she teased, playfully shoving his shoulder.

Claire had shoved Leon harder than she meant to, knocking him over onto his back.

"Oops! Sorry. Here, let me help yo-", As she was getting up to help him, she tripped on one of the controllers still on the floor, falling directly on top of him.

"Hey, so I was thinking we could eat in here instead of-"

In the midst of this rather awkward moment, Chris and Sherry happened to walk into the living room with the pizza.

Chris stopped as he noticed the two frozen in place, staring at him, "Uhh, am I interrupting something?"

"Yeah, why are you guys on the ground?", Sherry asked with a tinge of innocent confusion in her voice.

Leon's blue eyes were widened with anxiety, "We-uh.."

"I tripped and fell, heh...", Claire chuckled awkwardly, though still telling the truth.

There was a long, very awkward silence before Chris replied, "...Okay"

"We're gonna go put these in the kitchen", he turned away, gesturing Sherry to follow him.

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Dinner was long and awkward, which was unfortunate due to the fact that the group had been looking forward to having pizza that evening. Claire was the first to leave the table, stating that she "didn't feel well" and that she was "going upstairs for a bit".

Leon, on the other hand, who watched as she uncomfortably made her way up the stairs, worried that he had done something wrong. Perhaps he had teased her too much? That wouldn't have been likely, Claire seemed to be the type to have thick skin, or at least she had proven herself to be that way.

Without saying a word, he abruptly left the table not even a minute later.

"Leon? Where are you going?", Sherry questioned him.

"Upstairs. I'll be right back", he replied bluntly.

"Why is everyone so upset?", Sherry piped up softly once the man was out of earshot.

"Nobody's upset", Chris reassured her.

"I assume Claire and Leon just have some things to sort out"

"Like what?", she asked.

Chris shook his head and smiled at her, "Don't worry about it"

...

Claire sat silently on her bed, glancing around the room at her old posters and pictures from when she was younger. However, the thoughts in her mind couldn't be any louder.

She couldn't seem to stop thinking about Leon and how she felt about him. She wished the thoughts would go away, but every time he looked at her, smiled, laughed, or even spoke to her, they only kept coming back.

The thoughts couldn't help but make her feel like some lovesick teenager. Sure she'd had a few guys she liked back in school, but something about this felt different. It couldn't be a crush though, could it? No, no matter what, Leon and her could only be friends. Besides, a guy with his looks probably wasn't single either, right?

All of this made Claire's head spin and her stomach tie itself in knots.

Suddenly, a gentle knock on her door startled her out of her thoughts.

"Who is it?", she called out.

"It's me, Leon. I just wanted to make sure you were alright", his voice was muffled by the closed door.

"I'm fine. You can come in if you want"

The wooden door opened with a creak.

"Hey...You okay?", he asked gently, walking into her room.

"Yeah, I'm alright"

"I think I just had too much pizza", she lied.

He sat on the bed next to her and exhaled through his nose, "If this is about earlier, I'm really sorry"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who landed on top of you after all", she laughed.

"It's fine, really. Even if it um, lead to some misunderstandings, I don't mind", he replied, clearing his throat.

"Right", she sighed out of relief.

The two stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, Leon starting to unconsciously move his hand toward Claire's slowly.

"Hey, guys!", Sherry called from downstairs.

"Yeah?", they both answered in unison.

"We're gonna watch a movie if you wanna join!"

"Why don't we go back downstairs", Leon said, gesturing his head toward the now-open door.

Claire nodded, "Sure. Lets go"

As the three of them settled well into Chris's house that evening, the thoughts of Raccoon City didn't seem to be the only things still fresh in their minds, but at least things were now closer to normal than they had been before.

To Be Continued...

#resident evil #re2 #re2 remake #fanfiction #ao3 #leon kennedy #claire redfield #sherry birkin #chris redfield #leon x claire #cleon #fluff #found family

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pixelmensupremacy · 2 years ago

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HOLY SHIT.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am really sorry if this is too specific.

Have a great day anyway!

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

Chris Redfield

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leon Kennedy

Alexa play best friend by Saweetie feat Doja Cat

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

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

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

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

🔆 They always leave him a glass of water and aspirin

🔆 They are his unpaid motivational speaker

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔆 More often than not, Leon experiences stress

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

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

🔆 Most of the times, they succeed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone, I am looking for a few fandoms! Some are very niche! I am open to canon divergence, alternate universes, or making our own universe based off basics from the fandom! I am also looking for some original plots based on some vibes/themes listed below. I require a writing sample! I am looking for advanced novella (discord limit at least 2x please, acceptable grammar, etc). All writers and characters will be 18+! I do prefer FxF but MxF is okay if the characters mesh well together! I DO NOT double, other than that I have no requirements, no triggers, etc. Characters I write as are listed first, followed by who I ship them with!

Fandoms:

1. Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Harry Potter.

Narcissa Black x Lily Evans, Alice Longbottom

2. Avatar: The Last Airbender

Princess Azula x Sokka, Suki, Katara, Aang.

3. John Wick

John Wick x Female OC

Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

4. (Horror): The Perfection, Prom Night, The Descent, Cabin In The Woods, etc.

Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

5. Resident Evil

Sheva Alomar x Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield, Carlos Olivera, Claire Redfield

Rain Ocampo x Alice Abernathy

Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

6. Disney's Holes

Female OC x Female OC

7. Twilight

Rose x Leah, Bella

Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

8. Game of Thrones

Dothraki Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

9. Narnia

Susan Pevensie x Female OC

Other Fandoms, Inspiration/Vibes: Harper's Island, Yellow Jackets, The Wilds, The 100, Star Trek, Star Wars, Prisoners, Novitiate, Lost and Delirious, Disobedience, Brokeback Mountain, The Covenant, etc.

Original Plot

Vibes/Themes:

Religion, Religious trauma, Angst, Horror, Psychological Horror, Enemies to Lovers, Childhood best friends to lovers, Opposites Attract, Modern, Supernatural, Euphoria Vibes, etc.

Honestly, anything dark and icky and cute and sweet, something interesting that has a lot of plot development, character development, lots of angst, fluff, soulmates! :)

Hope to hear from you! Please like or send a writing sample and what you're interested in to azula#8183 on discord!

#harry potter rp #avatar the last airbender rp #john wick rp #horror rp #the perfection rp #prom night rp #the descent rp #cabin in the woods rp #resident evil rp #holes rp #twilight rp #game of thrones rp #narnia rp #roleplay #rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp

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rescuefield-arch1 · 8 months ago

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when claire thinks about home, there's always a few memories coming to mind: the wooden floors of her childhood house and how they would creak beneath her father's weight whenever he would chase her around the living room; the smaller space she and chris moved into when he became her legal guardian; the apartment she's been living in since coming back from rockfort.

home has always been a place along with the people inside it - yet with the way her life has changed in the past decade, claire is getting more and more convinced that as long as her loved ones are there with her, then the place she's at doesn't even matter. the last time leon had suggested moving in together, she mentioned her job. then after that it was admitting that leaving her parents behind like that felt weird. then then then, always an excuse or explanation to why uprooting her life would be a terrible idea even when confronted with the fact that everyone she cares about would be closer to her.

plus, there's still the loose end of discussing what exactly are hers and leon's plans for the future. it almost sounds ridiculous - the only moment they get to spend time together is when their lives are at risk, fleeting moments in between always reminding her that not only they're always on borrowed time but that the house play happening in washington is what actively keeps her from having a somewhat decent life in new york. it shouldn't be so hard to let it go and admit they're just friends trying to find solace in each other.

@deadaim : we’re not just friends. you know that.

clanking of glasses comes to an halt as claire turns the faucet off, leon's kitchen memorized so well that she can tell from which side of it he's speaking. technically, he's right - there's nothing friendly about the way they behave toward each other, yet the uncertainty of not knowing whether they would live to see another day was always stronger than their desire to never part again. "you're my best friend," claire's voice cracks lightly, not even trying to convince herself otherwise when leon has been such an important part of her life. "i will never love anyone else the way i love you."

there's a weight lifting from her shoulders just the same way that feeling of dread in her heart cuts deeper - she's tried so hard to move onto something stable and normal, someone reliable who could make her feel even half of how leon makes her feel. but that person doesn't exist, the life waiting for her in new york is only bound to send her in an earlier grave than any outbreak ever could. "what if it doesn't work out?" a pause, shaky breath leaving her lips. "i can't lose my best friend and the love of my life, it would break my heart."

#𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝘼 : 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝘿𝘾 ⎯ 2010s #deadaim #oh we are so back #claire said i love you first it's canon

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bigyikes97 · 1 year ago

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having a whole childhood healing moment after RE: Death Island

I started gaming when I was 6, and quickly found that if you were able to find a girl among the roster of guys she probably looked like this

anyway

I'll never forget playing 007: Nightfire (PS2 certified greatest hits) at the tender age of 7. Dominique, the sexy agent in the black dress who was a friend and co-worker of Bond, was discovered and thrown off a roof to her death. Bond escapes by rappelling through a window, rolls, gets up--and smirks at the camera in a crescendo of theme music. The impact of his friend and lover's death lasted 0.5 seconds and he found a new sexy agent by the next chapter.

seeing on-screen women constantly portrayed as disposable, hypersexualized, incompetent and infantile embittered me towards women and my own female identity. Over past few years I've been avidly identifying and rejecting that media image as a harmful construct of the patriarchy and empowering myself to live proudly in my own skin, love myself and my identity and embrace my strengths without allowing that toxic set of characteristics hold any more power in my life. I'm so much healthier and happier!

SO...

Resident Evil. Jill Valentine. I had long ago given up hope to find a heroine who resonated like a real human, who I could really feel as an avatar, and who filled her role competently in her own right without being defined by romance or lust. I expected some OG RE:4 type shenanigans...and I was wrong. Jill, Claire, and Rebecca were all competent, confident, skilled, non-sexualized women that I wish I'd seen in my childhood. They aren't paid lip service and then privately put down for not being 'roided up tanks; they aren't subject to dehumanizing double entendres, and they don't have to "out-man" the men in everything from strength to vulgarity to be acknowledged. They're dressed in normal clothes and are genuinely valued, respected and even cared for simply because they're characters in their own right!

OMG, the HEALING!!!! I can't even express all my joy. I love seeing Leon and Chris, who could've been made out to be dudebros a la OG RE4 or RE6, instead be respectful and deeply caring. They don't even bring it up as an issue or broadcast it like it's some big deal--it's simply expected! I'll cry with joy, really. Not just one--but three! Three women who feel like women--three women working alongside their teammates in egalitarian harmony so pervasive it's taken as the norm! I'm ecstatic!

And--Jill went out on her own!! Running on her mission! A fully-fledged protagonist! A human with the full faith of her team on her shoulders! "Why are you so calm?" "We have Jill." Goosebumps!! Yes, it's a silly movie about shark zombies, but it meant SO much to me omg. It really did <3 Real healing moment, I've been on cloud 9 all day!

#resident evil #resident evil death island #personal #rant #childhood #long post

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winksasleeplesseye · 2 years ago

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File #007 - Paradigm

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x OC

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: None

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Amara went over and over every interaction in her mind that she had with Wesker, trying to figure out what his play was…is. There was not a chance in hell that she could actually believe that he’d die that easily, though she’d seen the rubble in the pictures. That mansion was reduced to ashes.

But what about her? Knowing now that he was working alongside Umbrella, he’d clearly favored her for reasons beyond just doing her job. There was a certainty for Amara that it was more than what meets the eye, except the only person who’d know that now is who knows where.

Amara knew what it was like to drown when she was about 13, she had her first and last experience that day. On a dare from Monet and one of her friends to jump into a local lake in Pennsylvania, none of them were aware of the tangles of branches from trees that fell in the past underneath the surface. Upon submerging, her foot got caught and she fought with everything to swim up but just…couldn’t.

The scrapes from the branches, the murkiness of the lake, and the tearing burning sensation in her chest as the water went down into her airway. All of it sent her into a panic. It was only by pure luck that an older gentleman and his grandson that she was pulled out, every cough as she breathed oxygen again like a stab in her lungs. Both she nor Monet ever told their parents what happened that day. Simply another thing to chalk up to their chaotic childhood.

While this situation certainly wasn’t on the same level, something about it likened it to drowning to her. The surface of the lake had been so pretty, so serene but underneath it held more horrors than anyone really knew. She certainly didn’t want to be the one taken under this time, or ever again.

“So, you know me? What about you?” Claire asked, they’d been searching for the chess pieces. They only needed one more to get the doors open, only on one side though. The facility had two sides to it and somehow Sherry ended up on one side while Ada was on the other.

So, they needed to be strategic for right now. Sherry is the priority. Another part of Amara also knew that Sherry held the key to getting to Annette, it didn’t take much to put two and two together that they were related.

“What about me?”

“Chris clearly talks about me all the time but he never really tells me about his co-workers. Plus, it kind of helps to know your allies.”

Amara puffs out a breath, “Well, shit. What’s to tell about me? I literally am the most uninteresting person alive.”

She never actually knew what best to tell anyone even upon first meetings. It always seemed so…daunting. At least when people asked others outright to tell them about themselves, if she eased into it, it came to her more naturally. And this is coming from Amara, who considered herself reasonably confident.

“Everybody is interesting in their own way,” Claire points out. “Well, at least the ones I’ve met this evening.”

Amara couldn’t really disagree. Though, she could only count on one hand how many people she met this evening. One more on her mind than others. God, I hope Leon is doing alright.

“For right now, all you need to know is that we both probably want the same thing.”

“Fair enough.” Claire takes the answer she gives, but there’s a momentary pause before Amara caves. She would hate it if Claire assumed she didn’t want to be friendly.

“Okay, I’ll tell you some things. I like old musicals. My mom is Haitian, dad is Jewish, not that you were asking but I thought let’s get it out the way now-“

“Musicals?” Somehow, that makes Amara happy that that is what Claire chose to focus on.

Everywhere she went, the question was right on the tip of everyone’s tongue, “What are you?” except here but that didn’t mean she was hiding her heritage, more so that people didn’t care what she was, they cared for who she was.

“Yeah, they’re nice, whimsical, all that fun stuff. Just don’t tell Chris about that. He already has jokes on me because I listen to the Spice Girls.” The musicals also drowned out her parents arguing in the other room, but that wasn’t something to tell her about. Still, she’d hold the good memories of them close to her heart.

“Chris has plenty of embarrassing things he does, I’m pretty sure I have plenty of stories so no judgment here.”

“We get out of here, you’re telling me every single one.”

“Deal.”

—-

Leon’s return to the land of the living is quiet, save the quiet humming of machinery.

There’s a heaviness in his muscles he can’t seem to shake and there’s a definite chill to his skin, arms now exposed. He looked down at his shoulder, lightly touching the slightly soiled gauze, bright red slightly brown blood staining it.

Oh, yeah, I got shot.

Shit, I got shot.

He vaguely recalls the brief bouts of consciousness after, though he’s not exactly sure what was real and what was imagined. The only distinct thing he could think of was…Amara. Ada.

Amara.

He certainly remembers everything leading up to him being shot, something in him screamed as the shots ricocheted just barely missing Amara and he practically lunged at her, with no regard for the consequences.

Except now he’s definitely feeling the consequences.

How long had he been out? He stood slowly, checking to make sure he still had his wits about him. One thing he knew for sure was that Amara promised to come back but it seemed now he’d be the one to get back to her instead, wherever she was.

Damn it. I hope she’s alright.

——

“Claire? And you again?” Annette’s voice boomed over the intercom system within the room. Amara and Claire finally, finally got inside the room where Sherry lay suffering from…something.

Her heart ached as the girl let out whimpers and labored breaths as she curled up in a ball, her eye marked with an offensively red gash and similar colored veins lined across her cheeks.

She didn’t know Sherry very well but she felt an obligation to protect her, keep her safe, that is—was her job after all.

“The you you’re referring to is named Amara. We’re here to help,” Amara spoke towards the intercom, “so whatever shit you’ve got with me doesn’t take importance over Sherry.”

Claire tends to the little girl, “Sherry, are you alright?”

The girl doesn’t answer, whatever is ravaging her body sapping all her energy.

Annette speaks once again, but her tone has shifted. “It’s too late. She’s been implanted…she can’t be saved.”

Implanted?

Amara isn’t quite sure what that means but one would think knowing your own daughter is suffering the effects of something she hadn’t asked for would send any mother into a panic to get it out. Not like she’d ever had a mother that fully cared.

But Annette sounds resigned to it, more than okay to let her daughter suffer amidst the chaos. It made Amara’s stomach turn.

Both Amara and Claire seem to share the same disbelief and anger all at once. Claire beats her to voice her thoughts first.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re her mother. Get in here!”

“You don’t understand.” Annette began to sound more frantic. “William is still out there, and if I don’t stop him—“

Claire cuts her off. “This conversation is over!”

Amara lifts Sherry up into her arms, Claire trailing close by as they prepare to walk out of the room. But Annette’s voice came through the intercom one more time, all pretense of frantic gone into full-on desperation.

Her eyes find the camera, the red blinking of light the only indication someone is on the other side of it.

“Wait! Wait…I…I can treat her…in my lab. It’s not far away.”

Amara rolls her eyes, “Now you want to do the right thing?”

“Please just bring her here and I swear I will treat her.”

Claire and Amara share a brief look between them. A quiet debate going on, but for Sherry, time was of the essence, and standing here wouldn’t make her better.

Amara looks down at the girl in her arms, mind made up. “Sherry, my name’s Amara…me and Claire are going to make sure you get everything you need, okay?”

Sherry coughs a bit, “Why are you doing this?”

Amara doesn’t even hesitate, doesn’t think about her answer. “Because I care, we both care.”

—-

“A cable car? Down here?” Amara stopped in her tracks, surveying the said cable car.

Huh, so Ben was right. She had to thank whoever was above that there were people like Ben, curious to know the truth, and continued to dig for it. Living in blissful ignorance now was no longer an option.

They near the door of the cable car, something on Sherry’s wrist triggering it to open. An automated voice rings out, “This tram is bound for NEST. Do not exit until the final destination.”

Amara gently places Sherry on one of the benches within the cable car, having already relinquished her jacket to cover the girl with some warmth. “We’re gonna get you fixed up, alright?”

The girl briefly nods and Amara raises herself back to standing level, walking back up to the cable car’s entrance.

“You coming?” Claire asks, noticing that Amara stood on the precipice between the door and back towards the sewer facility.

She knows what she said. Sherry is the priority, but what about Leon, hell, even Ada? She made a promise and she needs to keep her word.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Why were there so many things going on at once?

“You two go ahead, I’ll catch up, alright?” This cable car clearly transported Umbrella employees both ways, it’d come back around…hopefully. That was about the only thing that convinced Amara that they’d all meet back up at some point.

Without even a glance, Amara sets off into a jog back towards the facility.

“Amara…wait!” Claire shouts for her.

She quickly turns on her heels, already knowing that Claire probably wants to tell her not to go back, “I know, I know–just take care of Sherry, we’re going to get out of this together…trust me!”

She rushes back up towards the room they just came from. Claire would just have to understand, Amara had made a promise and she fully intends on keeping it.

Amara is not exactly thrilled to be back surrounded by the almost faint-inducing smells of rotten eggs, ammonia, and strangely…garlic (alongside some other rather fun ones she’d like to not recount).

But, out of all the things she expects to see when she returns back for the chess pieces–Leon in the process of taking said pieces out of their sockets is not one of them.

“Still kicking and breathing? I thought for sure you’d be a goner,” Amara comments, briefly startling Leon from his concentration.

Leon turns around fully, a half smile on his face, “I’m too stubborn to die just yet.”

Earlier, it’d been Amara that was quick to embrace Leon after dealing with that big monster, too afraid to lose her new companion in what has been certainly a shitty night. Now it’s Leon that clings to Amara tightly this time. “Had to make sure you kept your promise, didn’t you?”

She’s careful to reciprocate the hug, not wanting to mess with his bandages. A small chuckle escaped her lips, “I sucked at that, clearly, but you didn’t stay put and rest.”

“We’re on a mission, remember?” Leon pulls away, a soft smile on his face. In what Amara thinks is a forward move on his part, he takes her fingers between his. He presses her knuckles to his lips, and it all but sends a jolt through her. “You’re stuck with me ‘till the end.”

“Ah, how nice. My own personal leech!” Amara jokes, fighting extremely hard to not let her face heat up.

Leon scoffs in amusement, “Let’s get going, comedian.”

“Yes, sir,” she salutes. She tries hard to fight to take the smile off her face. The last time she’d ever smiled so hard for anyone like this wasn’t recent in her memory in her adult life, maybe in elementary school, with a boy named Alex. This definitely wasn’t elementary school but she certainly didn’t have a particular word to describe her current emotions toward Leon yet.

Ten minutes later, as Leon and Amara worked their way around to hopefully now unlock Ada’s side of the facility, they work to switch on the power from the main breaker room. Well, they wouldn’t be correct. Amara and Leon had been switching duties between the both of them and now it was her turn to redirect power through the system.

It had been almost too easy.

Nothing had been that easy all night. Or day. Time was running together down here.

As if someone is listening, just as Leon walks toward the exit to the room with her trailing behind him, something bursts from above the frame of the door. It all but throws Leon off balance, right back into Amara as she steadies him.

“Jesus Christ!”

What the fuck, can this night get any worse?

Fire began spreading around the room at a lightning speed, whatever that thing is doesn’t want them to get out of the room. Amara looks around, trying to find anything to get out or even douse the flames, but there’s nothing that isn’t already getting burned up by the flames.

Smoke practically assaults her nostrils, making her cover her mouth but luck continued to be on their side as whatever burst through the ceiling, ripped the metal grate on the other side of the room off the wall, making for an easy escape to a corridor.

“It’s still alive?” Leon questions, briefly looking back as they both broke out into a sprint through the narrow pathway that opened to an open shipyard of containers.

“You must be a magnet for this shit, Leon, what the fuck?” Amara’s heart twisted like a knot as she caught a glimpse of the–shit, shit, shit, the most grotesque thing she’d seen all night.

It moved towards them, hot on their trail. Its flesh had mutated into a twisted mass of pulsating, mutated tissue. Its limbs were elongated and twisted at unnatural angles, ending in grotesque claws that dripped with ooze. Its eyes were vacant, devoid of any humanity–if it ever was a person, replaced with glowing yellow orbs that seemed to radiate malice.

It had to have been a man at some point because Amara could just barely see what was left of…a skull and blonde hair lodged within the crevices of the pulsating, disgusting flesh.

The man’s mutated form was a nightmarish sight, an abomination born from whatever the hell Umbrella had cooking down here. The pumping and squelching of his flesh, the oozing sores, and the twisted contortions of his body sent shivers down Amara's spine.

The sight of this thing was a stark reminder of the dangers of Umbrella and the disastrous consequences of unchecked experimentation.

Her eyes scanned quickly over the shipyard for something to stop this thing in its tracks. That’s when her eyes happen upon a mechanism used to move the shipping containers. This should stop the fucker.

Without hesitation, Amara jumped onto the controls and started maneuvering the containers, using them to try and hit the monster and knock him off balance.

“Leon!” She shouts, pressing the button to move a container. “Let’s keep him occupied!”

Leon nods his head in understanding, unloading all the bullets he can into the monster.

Amara was dodging attacks as best she could while both she and Leon switched off duties once again to keep this thing within hitting range of the containers, but she was caught off guard by a mutated arm as it swiped at her, leaving a deep gash in her side. Despite the pain, Amara continued to fight alongside Leon, her determination unwavering.

Leon gritted his teeth and continued his assault on it, narrowly avoiding his deadly swipes as he used the containers as makeshift weapons. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the monster was defeated, falling to the depths of the facility.

Amara comments, looking over the edge as it disappeared into the darkness, “Hope that we never see that asshole again.”

An almost stabbing pain rises up from the side again where she was slashed which sends her to her knees. Leon rushes over to her, his face pale as he notices her.

“Mind if I take a look?” Leon kneels next to her, already pulling out something from one of his uniform’s pouches.

“It’s just a flesh wound, I’ll live,” Amara waves him off. She usually isn’t that careless but she’s pretty sure it’s more than a flesh wound but maybe it’s in Leon’s best interest to not worry about her, so she doesn’t tell him.

Leon’s face dons a look of genuine concern. “At least let me bandage it up, put antibiotics on it..something?”

Amara can already tell he wasn’t convinced. She would’ve loved to tell him that yeah, getting swiped by a mutated monster like that hurts like hell and yeah, some ointment or even those herbs he’d been using on himself would be nice right now. Instead, she swallowed the pain and moved on.

Wound or not, they had to keep moving.

Standing once again, Leon catches her by the arm, turning her towards him.

“You absolutely sure you’re alright?” Leon had a slight edge to his words. Of course, he’s not stupid, Amara would never believe otherwise.

“Like a million bucks, Leon. You trust me?”

She can see a number of emotions flicker through Leon’s eyes. But they all culminate in what only she can assume is a resolve. For now.

He sighs, “Okay, but if you even start to hurt even a bit…we’re getting you treatment.”

“Only if you carry me wherever you take me, Prince Charming,” Amara smirks, walking along the path created by the broken pieces of scaffolding. “What a duo, gunshot and a slash, the grave might see us soon enough.”

Leon shakes his head briefly, probably not believing Amara could still be flirty at a time like this. To be fair, Amara didn't consider herself someone who is going to miss an opportunity throughout this whole ordeal to hit on Leon. Even with all the grime and shit on him.

“Seems both of us aren’t giving up the ghost that easily.”

“Let’s not push our luck. I’d very much like to see the next sunrise.”

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x black oc #leon kennedy x oc #resident evil oc #re2 remake #re2 remake fic #city of the dead fic #original character #black oc #mixed oc #resident evil 2 remake

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