#Leon Kennedy soulmate au

[where-dreamers-go]

"Rescue" Leon Kennedy x Reader

(A/N: And so I finally write down an idea that’s been cinematically in my mind then made it a soulmate au. Leon Scott Kennedy is back in action! What happens when he realizes he’s closer to his soulmate while on assignment?

Warnings: angst, strong language, canon violence and imagery descriptions, hurt/comfort, fluff, and use of (Y/N) for your name.

Word Count: 4,145 words)

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Mornings set the tone for the rest of the day. On most days. The hours ahead were hopefully to be positive ones. Your day started incredibly early. On purpose and with intention. Around you, wall were white and decorated with monochromatic modern art. Metal chairs were arranged in a rectangular fashion with an empty coffee table in the center as you sat. No magazines or pamphlets to entertain. Each step taken by others on the tile floor echoed in the lobby. There were no conversations or passing comments to fill the space. The sound of your breathing was louder than whatever the receptionist was busying herself with behind the tall desk. Just about ten minutes, you thought as you checked your watch. Talk steady. If they don’t mention a start date, ask. They definitely need more people for data entry. You got this. On your lap, you nervously spun a metal ring around your left index finger. The circular crystal embedded into the metal was currently light blue. Pretty normal. A sign you were not too far nor too close enough to your soulmate. If it was a mood ring the color would had signaled you were possibly calm. Despite your nerves, you felt good about the day ahead. It was an opportunity for something new.

. . .

Rumbling and the occasional bounce of the vehicle were unfortunately the only normal occurrences in Leon Kennedy’s day. Passing into the edge of a town, the team of agents were in route to a facility. A science center in appearance, there was nothing in advancement happening that late morning. The Umbrella Corporation made sure of that. An alert of bioweapons sightings came in two hours ago. To make matter complicated, not all civilians had evacuated the building. So saving any civilians was added to the to-do list. If Leon could save someone, he’d at least smile. “ETA: Two minutes.” The driver called out, another agent. Leon glanced out the small window. All geared up, his vest held nearly every weapon and tool he would need. Beside his watch on his left wrist sat a personal item, a metal bracelet. Both sturdy and a comfort on dark days. Its small crystal within darkened into a deep blue, almost purple. A little too close, Leon thought and hoped it would lighten by the time they moved in. The man could only hope.

. . .

“Shit.” Leon grimaced as he reloaded his gun. The lobby was trashed and blood-stained. Broken chairs and other bare furniture was scattered across the floor. Added a freshly eliminated infected. “Hate to see the break room.” Based on the intact entrance doors and windows, the bioweapons’ forced entry was not through the front of the building. Chris peered around and stated, “I’ll take the right side and sweep the first floor. You take the left.” “Got it.” Leon headed down a hallway. Its usually closed door was splintered across the tile. He avoided stepping on any debris that would crunch under his boots. There was no telling how many infected were in the building. Not until the other agents checked in. After taking a quick look at his watch, Leon registered the drastic change in color on the crystal bracelet. “Oh, fuck.” Leon sighed and swallowed the growing lump in his throat. “Not here. Why do they have to be here?” Steadily checking the hall, all his senses were alert for danger. His mind, however, was tumbling with the worst questions. What if you worked for Umbrella making bioweapons? What if you were a bioweapon, infected and doomed? Just make it quick, Leon thought somberly.

. . .

Adjusting yourself quietly off of your half-asleep leg, you leaned against the tile wall. Hunched in the back corner of the largest restroom stall was turning into a new, unwanted activity. I should’ve left as soon as the interview was over, you thought for perhaps the twelfth time in the past two and a half hours.

Over your time hiding, screeches could still be heard every so often. Piercing and making your blood run cold. Always when hope of it being gone rose in you, your heard it. Frightening and disheartening. You counted yourself lucky. For your quick thinking and for having your phone on silent, you were still alive. Too bad the cell signal sucked on the third floor. If only your heartbeat was the loudest sound that morning. How is this evening happening? You wondered as you counted the tile again. Feeling distressed would sure to wreck havoc on your system later. Raising your head, you swore you heard a sound. Please be nothing. The sound grew faintly louder. Soles of shoes out in the hallway. You remained silent. Not knowing who or what rampaged through the building after your interview left you at a disadvantage. One you were well aware of. At first, you had suspected an armed attack to the company, however blood-chilling roars proved otherwise. I wanna go home. You thought, still as stone on the floor. You were not about to meet any creature face to face. Bipedal or not. Small thumps shook the main door of the restroom. Is someone trying to come in? How well could that lock above the main door hold for?

THUMP ping WHAM

You covered your mouth as you nearly jumped out of your skin. “Hello?” A deep voice called out. “Is anyone in here?” Heart beating rapidly, you did not dare to move. Could you trust the stranger? This random man? How long were you intending on hiding in a stall? Bending lower, you observed dark boots slowly making their way into the restroom. A room with five stalls. “Listen, I’m here to help.” Likely, you thought suspiciously. “It’s too dangerous to be in here,” he said three steps closer. “We’re on orders to rescue civilians.” And he totally knows I’m in here. Government or something? “My name’s Leon. I can get you out of here.” Fine. Fine. Okay! “Are those things still out there?” You asked in a broken whisper. Fear and hours of silence effecting you. “Yeah.” “Crap.” “Tell me about it.” Your eyebrows pinched together. Didn’t expect him to say that. Easing yourself up to stand, your body was more than a little relieved to be off of the cold, hard tile. You took a steady breath. As quietly as you could, you unlocked the stall door and peered out. Icy blue eyes regarded you immediately.

“I’m Leon.” Said the man with dirty blond hair. A bulletproof vest covered his torso and overall distracting from his casual clothes. “Are you all right . . . ?” “(Y/N).” You answered, trying really hard not to glance a the gun he held. With all the other ‘tools’ on his person, he seemed pretty legit to you. “Is . . . everyone else hiding too?” Lips pressing together, Leon glanced away for a moment. Oh, no. “We still haven’t done a complete sweep of the building yet, but the team has found others.” He stated. “I’m sure they locked themselves in their offices if they didn’t run out.” “Do you know who’d be in an office now?” “I have no idea.” You said honestly, “I was just here for a job interview.” His eyebrows rose a fraction. “Oh yeah?” His tone was steady. “Guess I’ll keep looking.” You shrugged. “I hope you have better luck next time,” Leon turned back to the open door. “Let’s get going. Stay close.” “Okay.” What choice did you have otherwise but to follow him? You were ill prepared to observe the aftermath of whatever happened. The eerie emptiness and scattered belongings throughout the hall. Maybe this guy was your ticket out, your guarantee of going home. Anything was better than your earlier options.

Leon hadn’t been exaggerating when he said ‘sweep’. With his weapon ready, he checked every open room. Thankfully nothing scary showed itself. “Any chance they gave you a tour?” Leon asked as he glanced up and down a hallway. “No. But they have some pictures on their website.” “Helpful.” “Not really,” you whispered. Glancing over his shoulder, Leon gave you an amused look. Oh. Good sarcasm. You tore your gaze away. An open door down the hall became occupied uncannily fast. So quietly. Someone leaned against the doorframe. Stepping out, their professional attire looked wrong, hanging where it shouldn’t. A gravely, strangled breath carried towards the pair of you. Leon turned with aimed precision. Remaining still, you felt coldness creep up your arms. Something was very wrong. The person hobbled into the hall with unblinking eyes and a strangled screech. Their pace increased as they angled in your direction.

BANG

You covered your ears a second too late. What used to be an employee laid in an unmoving heap on the tile floor. Discolored and inhuman. “What happened to them?” You asked with a shaky voice. “They’re infected,” answered Leon as he turned down the other half of the hall. You kept up without missing a beat. “So a zombie?”

GRRAAAH!

Two more infected raced out from the open room behind you. Jaws slacked and fingers clenched forward like claws, they targeted the pair of you. “Crap,” you exclaimed. Before you could move anywhere, Leon had opened fire on the infected. Aim perfect and practiced. The threats were down before your heart rate raised too high. Grumbling under his breath, Leon went forward to inspect the room. “Stay right there.” He advised as you remained by the hall’s intersection. “Sure.” Freaking zombies, you thought. Out of everything -- anything. Zombies. Briefly, you peered around and thankfully nothing moved. Leon’s handling this well. Maybe zombies aren’t new? And real. You cringed at the thought. Witnessing and knowing what had rampaged through the building earlier wasn’t a comfort. A bit of scary closure maybe. “All clear in there,” Leon announced as he joined you. “We’ll see the rest of the floor and meet back up with the team downstairs.” “Cool.” You breathed out a short reply. “Don’t worry,” Leon assured you, “I’ll get you outta here.” “I appreciate it. Really.” He sent you a small smile. It warmed the hope in your heart.

The rest of the hall held knocked over seating areas and ignored art. Beyond it was a closed set of doors. Unlocked and probably designed with fire safety in mind. Leon paused as he reached one of the doors. Does he hear something? You dared not stand too close. Not that standing near your new acquaintance was disagreeable. Simply, you did not want to be in his way.

WHAM

“Leon!” You jumped back against the wall. On the floor with growling and grunting was a struggle of alarming visuals. Both Leon and an terribly disfigured infected fought for purchase, for an upper-hand. For survival. Frantically watching over Leon with increased anxiety, you didn’t move. You didn’t even scream. Should I kick it? With a frown, Leon hit the infected back to get out one shot. It was enough. Leon scooted back before rising to his feet. “You all right?” He turned to you. “Me? Sure. You?” “I could use some pizza later.” Leon said as he cautiously entered the section of the hallway. “Sounds good,” you added as you followed him and dearly hoped your stomach wouldn’t start vocalizing its agreement. Especially after witnessing that frightful fight.

Glancing around, the plain walls gave a stark contrast to what could be lurking behind every door. Every unexplored corner. “We almost made a full circle,” you announced as you spotted a familiar elevator at the very end of the hall. “Then we’re out of here and --” “What?” Leon’s arm came up to block you from moving forward. A well defined, muscular arm. You didn’t notice anything abnormal. Yet that didn’t make you feel any less hesitant of what lay ahead. So you elected to stand behind Leon. “Show yourself.” Leon called out with his gun raised to a doorway. “If they’re still human.” You whispered.

Steadily with raised hands, two people in business casual attire walked out of an office. They appeared healthy. Definitely unnerved in their situation. But human nonetheless. “We just want safe passage out,” said the taller of the two men. No duh, you thought as you brought yourself to stand beside Leon. “Then stay close.” “Who are you?” Asked the second man wearing glasses. “I’m Leon Kennedy. I’m on orders to --” “Rescue us?” Interrupted the first man. “Let’s not waste time.” “Right.” Leon subtly turned to check on you. Blue eyes giving you a quick once over. You gave a brief, if not tiny, smile of encouragement.

The faster we’re out of here the better. At least those two had each other. You thought as you followed Leon across the echoing tile. “Which department are you from?” You glanced over your shoulder to notice the shorter man directing his question to you. “Oh, I don’t work here,” you answered. Both man shared concerned frowns between themselves. Therefore, you followed up quickly with, “I was here for a job interview. For data entry.” “And you didn’t do it from home?” Asked the taller man. “I . . . didn’t see that option.”

Being as the men asked no more questions, you set your sights straight ahead. Thankfully, stepping around a trashed bulletin board. You kept closer to Leon than your new group members. Definitely not going to work at any place associated with this one, you thought as all of you reached the end of the hall. Stealthily, Leon crept into a stairway and quietly beckoned the three of you onward. “We’re three floors up,” whined the taller man behind you. “I’ve never not taken the elevator.” “Good time to try them out,” commented Leon as he headed down stairs. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Better than ten flights of stairs, you thought to yourself. Even better with Leon leading the way. He probably did the ground floor too. Hope of safety and freedom, you lively took each step. Easily done even with two grumbling men following after you. You’d think they’d be more thankful. They work here! You frowned. Did they call for help? “Uh, Leon?” You inquired. “Yeah?” He paused to look up to you. Patience in his eyes. “Are there any more of those . . . things in the lobby?” “There shouldn’t be.” “That’s not very confident,” sneered the shorter and obnoxious man. You rolled your eyes. “Let’s keep going,” Leon announced and took two steps at a time.

With the door to the lobby in sight, you were anxious to see if the rest of Leon’s team found other survivors. Surely, there were people who weren’t infected. What do we do when we’re out? You wondered. Were other buildings attacked too? You swallowed dryly. Where does Leon go?

SLAM

Yelping, you peered above as a broad shouldered infected burst through the second floor’s door. “RUN!” At Leon’s order, you rushed passed him to the door. In seconds, you were back in the same lobby and surrounded by broken furniture as your heart pounded in your chest. Electing to head towards the reception desk was your first thought. The front entrance was further off and a little too good to be true. “Hey,” you stumbled as the two men pushed passed you. The men did not utter a word to you nor did they let up their speed. They knew where they were going. They knew where to hide. Both heading towards a far door. But what if they run right to a zombie? Fear rushing through you again, you made your way to the tall desk. After checking inside the space, you entered through the unlocked door. You were safe for the time being. Just wait for Leon. That’s all. You thought as you tried calming your breathing. He’ll be fine. We can go home. I can, you corrected yourself. Everything will be fine. Quietly, you sat on the cushioned chair. You’re safe. Just breathe. Besides your breathing and heartbeat, you did not hear anything else. A relief for sure until you immediately considered your new friend. The brave man you left in a stairwell alone with some monster. Your stomach dropped as you remembered him being tackled earlier.

“(Y/N)?” Called out a familiar voice. “Leon,” you exclaimed happily and jumped out of your seat. In another breath and a few echoing footsteps, Leon was in front of the receptionist desk. A smirk soon curving his lips. “Rethinking a job position?” Leon asked with raised eyebrows. “No.” You hastily exited the tiny room. He didn’t appear injured. “Where are the others?” “I think they took the stairs.” Pointing off in the direction they had gone, you asked. “Are they going back up?” A frown creased Leon’s concerned expression. Their actions troubled him. “They could’ve left, right?” You glanced towards the entrance. “Yeah . . . So why go down to the basement?” “There’s a basement?” Icy blue eyes regarded you. “Not that I’m scared of basements,” you said quickly. “We can check it out. Maybe they’re stealing or something.” “We have to get you out of here.” “Them too. Who knows what they’re doing? They might need help. Not with stealing hopefully.” Expression softening, Leon nodded. “Come on. Stay close.” “Will do.” You whispered with a determined nod of your own. “Not too close to step on your heels though.” “Heh. That’s the least of my worries.” “But everything should be good now, right?” “Let’s hope.”

Together, Leon and yourself made a beeline for the basement door. An easy task even with knocked over display cases of assorted business accomplishments and dead infected in your path.

Despite everything, you thought, at least Leon is easy to get along with. The lady who interviewed me was . . . seemed bothered to talk. Oh well. Coming up to the door, Leon raised his left hand to the handle. It was then that you finally noticed his bracelet as you stood mostly behind him. A crystal so dark a shade, you nearly mistook it as onyx. You took a quick glance at your ring. “Oh.” Heat rose to your neck. “Yeah,” murmured Leon over his shoulder. “Some first meeting, huh?” “Yah think?” Of all other things to happen today. My soulmate is rescuing me from zombies? What the heck is going on? You blinked and asked without another thought, “You knew this whole time?” “There was no one else in the restroom.” “Touché.” Stepping back, you observed Leon peek beyond the door. You weren’t quite sure what to make of the indistinctive sounds coming up. Leon did. Grabbing his walkie talkie, he communicated the news to his team. Something about an umbrella and biological weaponry. The others advised a warning regarding the two employees. What is his job exactly? Efficiently and quickly, Leon checked over his gun and remaining supplies. Set for another round of sweeping. “Stay here,” he ordered firmly as he pushed open the door. “But--” “Here.” You sighed and leaned against the wall. “Fine, but come back in one piece. This place has made me nervous all morning.” “Then we’ll have lunch somewhere else.” In a blink of an eye, Leon was out of your sight. Every minuscule sound afterwards made you jump or hurriedly check your surroundings. Being alone again activated the rest of your fear. It was a wonder how being in good company, very capable company, eased your worries. He’s my freaking soulmate, you thought as you attempted keeping your breathing even. And he’s down there with two strangers or fighting off infected like a regular Thursday for him. You sighed again. Tuesdays suck.

. . .

“Damn it,” Leon leapt out of the way. A basement of a science center should had been much quieter and clear than how Leon found it. Somewhere behind a generator, the two men -- scientists -- were terrified and hardly conscious. In the open area beyond, storage containers stood a large infected. Slender with thick legs, the infected had a new target. It lowered to the floor with a deep growl. Just my luck, thought Leon. Thankfully, the experienced agent was more motivated than usual. With Chris and the rest of the team on the way down, they’d be finished in no time, which left good news in regards to his soulmate. You were alive and well. Leon was determined to keep you safe no matter the danger. “Who’s hunting who, pal?”

BANG BANG BANG

. . .

Anxious and heart rate moderately high, you remained close to the basement door. Nothing came in or out of the lobby. All around you had remained silent as chaos erupted beyond the closed door. Half an hour of not knowing what occurred in the basement felt like two hours worth of unnerved twitching. Is the whole basement full of infected? You thought as you fiddled with your ring. What if one comes out? What if Leon doesn’t --? “Ah.” You nearly jumped a foot back as the door opened and a team walked out wearing protective vests. Not one could you recognize. Each armored and live human eyed you before heading to the exit. Even the two men from earlier were dragged out. Weird. You thought, expecting someone to at least converse with you for security reasons. “Uh…” Despite the clear lack of danger, the situation appeared all the more odd. Confusing too. Less odd, thankfully, when a familiar dirty blond haired man stepped out into the lobby. “Leon.” You rushed up to him without a second thought. A little beat-up with red marks, Leon turned in your direction. “How are you not one bruise?” You exclaimed. “Give it time.” Leon smiled. “Are you okay?” You asked. “A little hungry, but fine.” You shook your head. “You’re something else, you know that?” “In a bad way?” “No… Different in a very…unexpectedly impressive way. If that makes sense?” “Heh.” Leon rubbed the back of his neck. He is pretty handsome, you thought off-handedly. “So, if all’s well, what now?” “We get out of here.” He answered simply before adding, “medical checks, debriefs, reports.” “I’ll take that over infected.” “Me too.” Icy blue eyes studied you softly. All seriousness and survival focus faded away. He was Leon Kennedy. A man who probably did not expect to find his soulmate amongst entering chaos. “Leon!” A muscular man called from the entrance. “Let’s go!” Without a word, Leon and yourself headed out of the building. Armored and unmarked vehicles were pulling into the parking lot. An organized sign of clean-up. It was going to be okay. You survived and your soulmate found you when all was terrifying. The rest of the day lay ahead. “So…about lunch?” Leon murmured.

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Music smoothly filled your living room as a movie played with interruption. Something calm and a little nostalgic. Just what you needed. Days had gone by after all the checkups and documenting of the events that had taken place at the science center. You hadn’t even looked at your résumé after that. On a brighter note, the ordeal had placed your soulmate in your life. When each document had been signed and you were free to go, you were able to start getting to know each other in a domestic setting. No infected sightings. No upcoming job interviews. Both of you were completely safe and quite comfortable. Relaxing on the couch, you found solace in being all snuggled into Leon’s side. Cozy and cared for. He had an arm wrapped around you as his other hand played with the soulmate ring on your finger. Together and alive. You counted yourselves lucky. Situations could had been extremely different. Over the past week or so, nightmares plagued your sleep and made days uneasy. So having Leon, your soulmate, who completely understood helped. Life didn’t have to be all scary. Neither of you needed to run from one day to the next. You were able to take things slow or any pace you desired. All would be okay. Leon had promised safety. You had no doubt he meant it.

Nudging your head against Leon, you caught a glimpse of his smile. Like a sunrise. “Leon.” “Hmm?” “We could pretend we met in a grocery store or something.” “Oh, yeah?” He pulled you closer. “Like during a holiday rush. It gets wild…I’ve heard.” “Which aisle?” You snickered, “Toilet paper aisle.” “Nothing says ‘want a date’ like two ply.” “Homemade pizza does.” You kissed his chin and was rewarded another smile from Leon. “You had me at ‘not really’. After I asked if they gave you a tour.” “That’s so random.” “You were just being you. How could I not like you?” You raised an eyebrow. “Is this a soulmate thing?” “As long as we’re together, I don’t care what it’s called.” Gently, Leon leaned in to kiss your forehead. His smile curved against your skin. “I’m just glad I found you.”

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[simping-for-joe]

Let Me Steal this Moment From You

Leon Kennedy X reader (soulmate AU)

Part 2

You feel whatever pain your soulmate does, and for the past six years it seems like your soulmate never gets a break

A/N: I haven't seen a soulmate AU for Leon so thought it might be fun to do and I'm cheesy as hell. I also thought about how painful it would be to be anyone from RE's soulmate like this

(Title from the song "Running up that Hill (A Deal with God)" by Kate Bush)

Your soulmate was always someone who got hurt, it seemed like whoever they were they could never stay out of trouble. You got used to it and it was never anything serious until one night. Earlier that night a pain shot up in your back, like almost your back had been slammed against something metal. You decided to go to bed early since the pain was extreme, and it didn't seem to stop.

You shoot up in bed in blinding pain, grasping your shoulder. You screamed out from the shock. Your roommate ran over to you, calling your name but the pain was unbearable almost like you had gotten shot in the shoulder. Tears in your eyes just from the agony of it, your roommate in a complete panic called for an ambulance unsure of what else to do for you. That entire night in the hospital left you in pure pain as your soulmate seemed to be beaten around the entire night.

You thought your soulmate was dead by the time it all settled. You were in just aching pain as you lay in the hospital bed. Your worry consumed your thoughts, worried that something had happened to your soulmate.

"Well... they aren't dead." The doctor suddenly says to you. "You would know if they were, but whatever they just went through was rough." He tells you, looking at a chart. "Seems like it finally settled."

"Is there anything I can do?" You ask worried, and he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry... there's nothing."

There wasn't a ton of pain for the next week or so, but suddenly the pain started coming back. Nothing as extreme as that faithful night, but nothing pretty. A lot of times you would end the day feeling beat up, and exhausted. It made you wonder what changed for them, why was there suddenly so much pain in their life. It made you worried, very worried. It turned into six years of your soulmate being beaten around and hurt.

It was a random day in the fall when you suddenly felt a prick in your neck. You stop and look around, your hand going to your neck. Something was happening to your soulmate today. Nothing too crazy, you've had worse, but it was a bit different from the usual.

You were in your kitchen when there was suddenly a pain in your chest and stomach. You ran over to your sink before you spat up blood. Your eyes widened as you looked down at the sink that had a mix of saliva and blood at the bottom.

"What the hell is going on?" You ask yourself worry filling your chest. That pain stuck with you among the other things you were feeling. It was starting to become like that night again, but it was getting so much worse. A feeling of a cut on your thigh, feeling like you’ve been kicked around. It was non-stop pain, and it wasn’t slowing down.

It was the middle of the night when you screamed out in agony, a heavy pain in your chest. It stopped after a few moments, and you managed to call your mother to tell her what was going on. Tears in your eyes as you explained that your soulmate could be dead with the amount of pain you felt. She tells you to stay calm and to take deep breaths. The sensation starts again, and she says she is going to call an ambulance before hanging up. Everything from there is a pure blur as a doctor and nurses struggle to sedate you, unable to do anything else for your pain.

When you wake up the pain is gone, and your mother sits beside you,

"How are we feeling honey?" She asks you kindly, running a hand through your hair.

"Tired... but okay..." You reply softly almost numbly. Still exhausted from the night before. The doctor comes into the room and asks how you're feeling the usual routine.

"It says here you were hospitalized six years ago due to a similar situation." She notes as she looks at her clipboard.

"Yeah... I was..." You nod gently looking at her. The woman sighs as your mother gently runs a hand through your hair still.

"Look... I don't recommend this to just anyone but there's currently a drug doing testing that numbs the sensation we experience from soulmates." She begins to explain to you. "I'm just saying you've been to the hospital twice because of this. Neither time seemed like a small incident, it's just something worth thinking about."

Your mother loved the idea, but you... you didn't know. The pain let you know they were still there. They were still holding on despite everything and all the pain they had been through, you both have been through. If this was six years ago you would have jumped at the chance to never feel that pain again, but now...

"I need some time..." You reply softly.

"That's understandable, here's the information you'll need if you decide you want to do this." The doctor nods understanding and hands you some papers.

Your thoughts were constantly on your soulmate and their pain, it's been quiet since your hospital visit. Just small things, you were glad they were seemingly getting a break. You were always careful when it came to your own pain not wanting to add any more to theirs.

The drugs were constantly on your mind too, even as you shopped at the store. You accidentally bumped into a man, your thoughts elsewhere.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" You quickly say looking at a rather well-built man, he had the bluest eyes you had ever seen. His lips upturned into a friendly smile no longer in a deep frown, but his eyes had heavy bags underneath them. He looked tired, it made you kinda worried for the stranger. Even if you didn't know him.

"It's alright," he brushes it off. His blonde hair swayed with his movement. He goes on with his day and you do too, but you glance back at him for some reason. Like some part of you was telling you to keep talking to him. You ignored it and went to grab your list from your pocket. As you do your thumb gets a cut, causing you to wince out gently. When you do, you hear someone else wince. Your eyes widened and you turned to the blonde stranger. Who was looking at you too, he had winced. Holding out the same thumb you had just cut, he looks you up and down. Like he was trying to process everything that was going on.

You do something you would have never done for anyone else you pull a stranger into a tight embrace.

"I don't know what you've gone through these past six years, but... I'm so sorry... and I wish I could take that pain from you..." You simply say to him pulling him close to you. He says nothing and does nothing for a moment before he hugs you back. Struggling to hold in his tears as he feels the warmest embrace he's felt in a long time.

Your soulmate Leon Kennedy has the weight of the world on his shoulders. It's a good thing you are there to make it a little easier.

[victor-the-vampire]

@serennedyweek day 5 Soulmates

Something super quick cause I'm trying to put all my effort in the last day :3

[irenic-0kk]

Soulmate au! Leon 🥺 he’d be so good, he wants to be everything for his soulmate, because they already have given him the world by just existing, give him a reason to go on, just so he can finally meet the person fate made for him 🥺

ACKKKK I COULDN'T RESIST MYSELF—THIS IS SUCH A GREAT IDEA! HERE I AM AGAIN—MADE ANOTHER LEON BOT HEHHEHE!

✧ The string of fate (Soulmate AU)

Description: Leon has been trying for so many years—to find his soulmate, and in those years he was so tempted to follow the string that is wrapped around his finger to run and follow the very end of it, in hopes to finally find and meet his soulmate. But he said to himself that he needs to be patient, saying that fate should be the one to do it by itself.

After finding a new job in Racoon City, he noticed how his string would move frantically, at first he would just ignore it—maybe it's acting normally he said. But soon a month had passed since he arrived in the city, and he noticed how the string would glow brighter, this really caught his attention and he asked his co-workers at the Police station what it meant. One said that his soulmate might be in love, the other said that his soulmate must be not far from him and he believed that his soulmate must be in the city as well, and the other said that they must be on the line of death. This statement really made Leon overthink, and for weeks it's been in his mind thinking about the possibilities that may happen in the future between him and his soulmate.

Then shit happened in Racoon City, Leon was left traumatized as he left that city. The string on his finger grew pale at that moment, and there he thought his soulmate was long gone, and there he lost hope of ever finding his fate.

But after a year of working under the DSO as a federal agent, the string on his finger became more brighter than ever, this just made Leon feel more alive and his hopes to find his soulmate came back on track. A few weeks later, he finds out there will be another agent joining the team. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it and just focused more on his training and work. But what he didn't know—what he called so fate was only a step closer to him.

[victor-the-vampire]

And they were soulmates!!!

oh shit oh fuck

hi i am super late to @ serennedyweek bc i didn't/ know it existed until yesterday lmaoooo but here is a (belated) day 5 (?) for soulmates.

and they were soulmates....

[crsssie]

soul ("are we mates?" "why the hell wouldn't we be?")

leon kennedy x reader || childhood friends / vague college au

wc: 840 || summary: what's the need of a label in the face of stability?

You wonder some days if Leon's grown tired of being friends with you.

You hadn't really gotten close to him until the two of you were in high school — and even then, the two of you didn't attend the same school. He had gone to one of the privates in the area while you had transferred out to a public, and it was strange that the two of you would find yourselves on the giant oak tree between your two homes, talking about your day and catching each other up on news about people you barely knew.

You barely knew your classmates when you had gone to middle school with him.

He didn't know any of your friends. Only a handful of faces from when the neighborhood would gather together to barbeque once a year.

That's how it started, and it was surprising when Leon had gotten accepted into your dream school and you had somehow made it off the waitlist. 

You'd never seen Leon so excited over something — and he had begged you to accept even when you mentioned that maybe money would be a problem.

"Pull up. Please."

"I might go insane without you, yeah."

"More the reason to come."

And then you had felt like the two of you had grown apart. Staring at him in the shared club meetings, him no longer willing to drive you alone in his car because of... boundaries, or whatever. You had given him a look when he told you, and you shook your head. It doesn't matter as long as the two of you still talk.

You find a bench in the park at the dorms to chat with him on. 

The oak of the tree in your home has become an oak bench. 

"Do you tire of me, Leon?"

He blinks at you, laughing.

"Couldn't dream of it."

You cling onto pieces of the two of you in the past when he used to bring you small things when traveling, winking at you as he would present you with silly things he found that he knew you'd like. To be loved is to be known. perhaps. You don't know. You don't know what Leon thinks of you. It's unsurprising that the two of you had lasted so long as friends. You're not into him — at least, he isn't adjacent to your type. A strange exception you'd learned to make. His family never questioned what happened after he locked his door after 10pm. 

You'd stayed up til 4 with him on the tree once.

You don't know what you feel for Leon. 

An overwhelming affection and happiness, maybe. You just adore him so much it's incredible. You doubt you've ever felt so much affection for someone. But it's not quite romance. No. Not love. It's more... affection. Overwhelming affection that you feel when you have so much security in a relationship that neither of you really need to say anything to the other.

"I love you" You laugh.

"Appreciate you too."

Whether it's romantic or platonic no longer really matters to you, you don't think. 

It's plenty to be the only person he texts back when he's arranging rides for the club, eyes lighting up when he spots you in the crowd, waving and flicking his chin up. You learn the sign he holds up with his hand when he's in agreement. You bleed and ooze with his habits the same way he picks yours up, giving you a look instead of saying something he knows he'll regret, your drink order memorized as he chews on the jelly he's pretty sure he'd never have without you, and the single photo you had posted of the absolute joy on your face while laughing saved in his phone (a secret he'd take to the grave).

But it doesn't matter how you feel or look because Leon makes you feel so much stability in your relationship that you can't help but laugh until you can't breathe, head thrown back in glee when it's just the two of you, and you don't feel anything when he asks you to help his cousin — you do not need to know what you are. Friends, something more, soulmates even — because Leon and you know that it's not something that a simple word could even begin to define. 

"What are you gonna do without me?"

"Die, probably. Joke."

"I'd die without you too. I'd probably be dead already."

You wonder occasionally if he's tired of you, and sometimes you'll say it, sometimes you don't, but when Leon raises a brow at you after you message him that you're starting to feel tired, he'll just take over the conversation naturally and let you slip off.

So, no. 

You doubt you'd ever get tired of being friends with Leon, and, well, you're sure he'd say the same.

"You tired of being friends with me?"

"We are for lifers. We can NOT stop being friends. You have too much blackmail on me."

"And if you get married?"

"That's not a problem of the present. No use thinking of a future that isn't here yet."

"Damn, okay, deep."

"Oh, shut up."

[navstuffs]

Halloween Event Masterlist - 2023

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside of us, and sometimes they win." (The Shining - Stephen King)

ITS TIME TO GET SPOOKED!! Super excited to (finally) present my Halloween Event. Every year I tell myself I will participate in someone's challenge/event, but I never do, so I decided to challenge myself this year.

All fanfics will contain some sort of one or more horror elements: supernatural, gore, violence, suspense, etc., so I recommend you to read my warning tags very carefully. All fics are also for GN!Reader. I don't have a set schedule for when I will post them.

I am also doing a taglist specifically for this event, so if you would like to be tagged to which fanfics or to the whole event, let me know by answering this post/messaging me directly. Credits to the divider/header to @saradika

The Deal (Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader) - “I will do anything to save Arthur Morgan’s life. Even your soul? Even my soul. Anything.” /A weird west story where you would do anything to save Arthur Morgan’s life, no matter the consequences.

The Curse (Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader) - Soulmate Horror AU. When the first signs of a curse that has been plaguing your family strike you and your husband, you and Leon have to race against time if you want to survive. 

The Pact (Demon!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader)- Living in a time where anything out of the ordinary is considered demoniac, your current dreams about a man, while a disease strikes your village, might put you in danger. 

(Toji Fushiguro x GNVampire!Reader) - At approximately 1:00 a.m. on a Saturday, Toji Fushiguro invades a house. Before the night ends, he will be dead. This fanfic will follow the events of that night.

The Visitor (Incubus!Leon Kennedy x GNMonsterHunter!Reader) -  Your mom always told you to find allies between your enemies - but your incubus consultant Leon Kennedy wants to be more than that.

Imperfect (Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader) - You call your boyfriend to warn him you are being followed. When Gojo arrives, it is already too late.

(Ezio Auditore x GN!Reader) - TBD

Ghost of you (Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader) - Leon Kennedy is being haunted and couldn’t be happier about it.

Megumi's Imaginary friend (Megumi Fushiguro x GN!Reader x Toji Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader (background) - Recently, your son Megumi has been talking with an imaginary friend. It is a normal phase every kid goes through, and it’s not completely creepy to find Megumi talking by himself, right?

The Sacrifice (CultLeader!Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader) - Toji has found the perfect virgin to be sacrificed to his God.

The Tragedy of Leon S. Kennedy (Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader) -When your partner Leon. S Kennedy disappears after investigating an old laboratory facility, you take matters into your own hands.

[motthe]

always | leon s. kennedy (re2 remake)

“Where the hell have you been, huh?” It comes out deep. Cracks up through his throat because it’s been stuck there since two days creeped over the date you swore you’d get in touch by.

“Careful,” you warn, the air of the word leaving bumps in its wake. “That’s classified information you’re picking at.”

star-crossed | bunny!izuku midoriya (mha)

part one | part two

The coldest winter in your life has arrived and with it the passing of your grandmother. You fear you’ll forever be alone without her, but then somewhere nearby a rabbit cries out and things change.

‘professional’ | miguel o’hara (spider-man atsv)

“Miguel—”

“I need us to be more professional from now on. Okay? Can you do that?” The cruel tone he’d set in place melts a bit, ice dripping. “Please?”

the shape of sidon | prince sidon (botw)

You work in sanitation at a government facility that keeps the strange and unusual under wraps. Apparently, a new containment has come in. You're too curious for your own good.

arcane drabbles (ao3)

Caitlyn Kiramman

toxic!caitlyn x rebound!reader

Ekko

TBA

Jayce

TBA

Jinx

there are windows to the soul(mate) | jinx (arcane) : It's just another in and out job, but with hints of her soulmate being nearby, Jinx hopes there will be more to come from it.

part one | part two on ao3

Mel Medarda

lumen au: mel x zaun!gn!reader

platonic!mel x gn!reader ft viktor x gn!reader

Scar

TBA

Silco

the world can burn as long as i have you | silco (arcane)

Silco doesn’t waste his time with fate with how many times it has stabbed him in the back, but tonight just might be the night he controls it. He may not be able to choose his soulmate, but he can sure as hell reject them. If that is what he truly wants.

young!silco x chaotic!fem!reader

Steb

TBA

Vander

TBA

Vi

sweetheart | violet (arcane) : It's been a year since Vi found her soulmate, the only problem is you're from the city she hates. Are your worlds too different to be together? Tonight, she's going to find out once and for all.

angst/fluff: Vi x reader

Viktor

the house call | viktor (arcane) : Viktor is often left yearning for his soulmate, aching to know what makes them so bright and energetic. Thanks to Jayce, he gets to find out.

part one | part two

sassy viktor x gn!reader lumen au: viktor x rival!fem!reader lumen au/isekai; viktor x gn!reader lumen au: early s2 Viktor x gn!reader

the quarry drabbles

ryan erzhaler

worried

max brinly

stupidly in love | long time coming | adrenaline 18+ ONLY

jacob custos

oblivious

kaitlyn ka

best friends

[lksvi]

𔓕 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎› ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎﹫john price

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dreaming of you

⋆ soulmate are bound by the universal law that is fate. every night, soulmates will see their chosen ones in their dreams. intimate details are forbidden to be shared, but talks are permitted. the dreams stop when you meet your soulmate. after years of speaking to this stranger in your dreams, you finally meet him. just not in the way you'd expect

( soulmate au, tba )

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎body to flame

⋆ john price is the epitome of power. he is an elusive man, seen rarely, but his few appearances are memorable. woman gawk at him and men huff with jealousy. to the city of arcanum, john price is the ideal man. however, everyone has secrets. when you catch price somewhere he shouldn't be, your life becomes entangled with a cult and its secrets— all under the watchful eyes of john price

( cult leader!john price, cult au, might become a series haven't decided yet, manipulation, dark themes, based off of lucy dacus' 'body to flame,' tba )

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎if past you met future me, would you be holding me here right now?

⋆ years ago, being at the wrong place at the wrong time costed you weeks of your life. tortured and beaten within an inch of your life, your savior came in the form of captain john price. one date leads to two and, suddenly, you're married. now, the universe seems to play a cruel joke on you when you awake in the cell from years ago. this time, captain price doesn't save you— lieutenant price does

( past au, thinking thoughts about lieutenant price, torture, gore, based off of lucy dacus' 'historians,' tba )

‎ ‎𔓕 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎› ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎﹫simon "ghost" riley

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎to have him is to have the stars

⋆ your mother always warned you about soldiers: they know how to leave without a trace. do not love them. you feel bad for disobeying her words. if simon wasn't himself, you would probably adhere to them. or, ten reasons not to love him

( based off a poem i wrote thinking about ghost, ghost's pov, gore, violence, war, tba )

‎ ‎𔓕 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎› ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎﹫leon kennedy

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the alcott

⋆ summer becomes a lot more worrisome when you're kidnapped by a strange group. after being chained for days, you're dragged to a church where you meet ashley. supposedly the president's daughter, you blow her off when she talks of getting rescued. until her rescue comes in the form of special agent leon kennedy— your ex-boyfriend

( series in planning stage, reader is petty and immature, goes through the plot of re4r, tw for that cult leader guy whos name i forgot, tba )

‎ ‎𔓕 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎› ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎﹫luis sera

‎ ‎⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎blinking in the starlight

⋆ all your life, you've been isolated in your tower. the only other person you've ever known is your grandmother. longing to see the outside world first-hand, you come up with a plan to escape. a flirty thief climbing your tower speeds your plan up

( tangled au, tba )

‎ ‎𔓕 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎› ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎﹫alex keller

⋆ deployment is always rough. being pulled from your little alone time to work for government is never enjoyable. an undercover op is less enjoyable— especially when you have to pose as your ex-boyfriend's partner

( undercover au, set after modern warfare, tba )

[where-dreamers-go]

Leon Scott Kennedy Masterlist

Leon Kennedy Masterlist

Last updated: January 22, 2025

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"Summertime" Leon S Kennedy x Reader -- Part One

"Summertime" Leon S Kennedy x Reader -- Part Two

"Summertime" Leon S Kennedy x Reader -- Part Three

"Summertime" Leon S Kennedy x Reader -- Part Four/Finale

"Cheesy" Leon Kennedy x Reader -- Part One

"Cheesy" Leon Kennedy x Reader -- Part Two

"Rescue" Leon Kennedy x Reader -- soulmate au

. . .

[simping-for-joe]

Unaware, I’m Tearing You Asunder

Leon Kennedy x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Part 1

Leon has always liked having a soulmate, but not so much anymore

A/N: I’m unironically kinda proud of the first story for this, so I decided to make Leon’s side of it. Also, like one use of Y/N but that's about it

(Title from the song "Running up that Hill (A Deal With God)" by Kate Bush)

When Leon was younger, he used to think having a soulmate was the best thing in the world. It made everything he went though much less lonely, and his soulmate was basically someone who knew everything about him without having met him yet.

Until, Raccoon city. One thought kept plaguing his mind as he went through everything.

Can they feel it?

Could they feel the pain he was going through? What were they thinking?

He thought about it everyday from that day forward, the type of pain that they must be going through.. because of him.

It hurt him, it made him feel beyond guilty. It made him wonder why he had a soulmate.

Just to hurt them like he did with everyone else in his life?

Even when he was in pain, his thoughts were always on them. His soulmate who was suffering because of him.

Sometimes he questioned if they were still there, the only pain he got was small things. Like when you stub your toe or accidentally trip and fall.

Then he met you, the sweetest, warmest and kindest person he’s ever met. At first, things were a little awkward, but you two quickly clicked together. Like you've been together your entire lives.

It was like you knew every scar of his perfectly, he would feel your hands gently caressing his shoulder where under his shirt there was a small circular scar.

It was nice, Leon loved having someone who seemed to understand his pain so deeply.

"Hey, sweetheart?" Leon called to you, finding some hospital bills on your table. It seemed like you were in the hospital at the same time he was in Spain.

"Yeah?" You call reaching the kitchen when you see what he has.

"You went to the hospital?" He asks concerned his eyebrows furrowed. "I... I didn't feel anything." He's trying hard to remember if he felt anything around that time, but he can't.

"It was just..." You struggle to find some kind of excuse. Leon scans your face and it hits him.

"Were you in the hospital because of me?" He asks softly looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"I..." You hesitate to tell him the truth, looking at him as you can already see the guilt building in him.

"Y/N," he snaps at you. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

"I was... this year and six years ago." You admit to him softly looking over to him. His blue eyes widened and you can practically see the way guilt fills him. "This is not your fault." You try to say to him softly.

"Isn't it!?" He turns to you, not angry with you. He never would be but he is upset by the news. "You didn't choose to be my soulmate... god, I can't imagine the pain you've been through because of me..." He runs his hand through his hair in disbelief. "It's not right..." He shakes his head.

"I wouldn't trade you for anyone." You tell him honestly, looking him in the eyes. He gives you a confused look, almost like he doesn't believe what you said. "I mean... what do you want me to say?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow. "It hurt like hell to go through, but... I was more worried about you."

"You were..?" He asks you confused. He's quiet for a moment before he looks at you. "I..." Leon's blue eyes dart away from yours. "I was worried about you..." He admits softly, his cheeks turned a little pink.

"Were two big saps huh?" You ask him with a soft giggle, looking up at him. This gets his hardened expression to soften, you being you. Finally, he just pulls you into a tight embrace. You hug him back with a smile, squeezing him. His arms always made you feel so safe and protected.

You wouldn't trade him for the world.

[seleswrites]

serena ira | Leon S. Kennedy/Reader | find on AO3

And on the seventh day, god brought your soulmate into a dying city, crawling with the monstrous undead. Damn your luck.

Fandom: Resident Evil 2 (remake)

Relationship: Leon/Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,568

Tags: soulmate AU, canon divergence/not canon compliant, no Y/N, Leon A and Claire B (in my head they meet up before the final train scene), canon typical violence, lots of cursing, reader can be anyone but I tend to write queer afab reader-oc's.

Event: @lunarbuck's Soulmate AU writing challenge

Soulmate Prompt: "You and your soulmate have matching tattoos that become clear once you meet." (Added a bit of flavor so hope it's a good read still!)

Photo credits: Nicolas Ladino Silva (woman in shadow) and Trevor (city landscape) on Unsplash

A/N: Nothing like a new fandom to control the braincell. Please be kind, I just got into RE like two weeks ago lmao! I only know half of RE2:make, the RE4:make, and Lady D from Village.

An entire city overturned into a place of nightmares not even within a week. 

Familiar streets turned into dangerous traps filled with, what you could only describe as, the undead. You had no idea how you were going to survive. Hell, you had no idea you've survived this week. Damned Luck pitying you perhaps, for Her sick game. 

The Raccoon City PD was no longer a safe haven like the radio repeated, a turned labyrinth of monsters, and the group of people you escaped with (stupidly taking your chances outside, running out as quickly as you had run inside) and traveled with dwindled in number as many small hordes of once living and breathing people descended upon you all, multiple times. Until more people broke off on their own. Until more people became part of the living dead numbers. Until it was just you. Just you. Alone. 

Didn't anyone learn about the buddy system? 

And, somewhere in the middle of this all on the sixth or seventh day, your outer forearm inked with your soulmate mark -- a large raven feather that broke into smaller silhouettes of the same bird, flying off your skin if it could -- burned with the damned telling sign that you were close to that First Meeting. That they, whoever they are, were close. And very much alive. 

Great. In the middle of a zombie apocalypse and your soulmate had to arrive somewhere within this large ass city. That would be the cards dealt by Lady Luck. And your luck would pin either of you as dead before arrival. 

You couldn't curse your bad luck enough. On the verge of leaving, meager and stolen supplies packed up in a motorbike you've hidden in a secure space and a route planned out of the city, you hesitated. A settling sinking feeling sat in your stomach like a heavy stone. You can't leave your soulmate here to die. With a growl, you shoved your assorted pockets and bags with as much ammo, medical supplies, food and water as possible, finality lining every movement. 

Damn it! Damn them!

Following the burning pulse radiating in strength as you, hopefully, close the distance, you leave your own safety bubble to seek your soulmate out. Out in the rainy night in this dreary city. Bundled in the remains of a warm outfit. Whatever fucking idiot was roaming around here better be worth it. 

Hours of slow going, getting soaked to the bones, avoiding the hoards as they swarmed the PD station again as a loud siren and explosions echoed in the night air, your heart sank. 

You gotta be kidding me. 

That would be the most likely place in the city, wouldn't it? 

Damn your luck. 

(On any other day, you wouldn't curse your lack of luck to incur more of Lady Luck's wrath; even now, you're still alive thanks to the whimsies of Luck and the Fates. And firearm and survival lessons of your paranoid and militaristic step-fa-- your dad. For another countless time this week, you wished he was still alive so you could thank him for his hindsight for all his 'ridiculous' teachings. Still: fucking damn your luck--) 

Stop. 

Control your breathing, even as panic laced every inhale, every exhale. Focus on keeping quiet, on this warmer-colder game of tag with someone you don't even know, on keeping alive because what's the point if you die in process? 

Focus on the undead blocking your path to get back into the metal graveyard of the museum-turned-police-station before you. 

Aim at the back of its head.

Line up the shot. 

Inhale.

Steady.

Gotta thank the old man when you die a natural death of old age and see him in the afterlife. Or something like that, you thought, firing the shot. 

The creature shrieked a horrifying hiss as the bullet hit, like someone released air out of a balloon, a squeaky sound that you still internally wince, unused to it even after this week. It twisted and turned, head lulled back, and you ready-aimed-fired a quick second bullet before you could see its face. You didn't want another ghost of their human self to add into the mix of your dreams -- whenever you did find a safe space to sleep next. 

The body dropped to the wet ground in an awful slump. 

Exhale. 

White puff of cold air left your lips as you stared at the body for a second to see it unmoved. Quickly, you checked your surroundings for any other zombies; four more shots fired, three downed dead, three more bullets in your P220's mag. Another prayer casted towards the capricious Lady Luck: please, don't summon a licker.

An empty street was all that greeted you. Nothing attracted by the sound of bullets firing, nothing but an unnerving feeling that you were being watched, shivering beyond the coldness of the rainy night. A loud scraping sound kept you low to the ground, half bent over and nearly squatting, as you casted your eyes around, looking for signs of threats. 

No threats. Street still empty. Empty, except two survivors in the distance, exiting from the Station’s parking lot. 

From where the noise came from. 

On the other side of the sinkhole and its halted repair started before this week of hell. 

You managed to get yourself to the edge of it, avoiding two zombies eating flesh along the way, them happily and thankfully ignoring you as horrifying chewing and slurping sounds loudly scraped against your own gut. Managed just quick enough as the two strangers had their back to you, one working their way to get inside the gun store, its neon sign lighting highlighting the woman's silhouette with a fade glow of red. 

"Hey!" you wanted to scream, but the word stuck in your throat. It wouldn't do anyone good to scream here and attract monsters. Selfishly, you wanted someone to turn around, to see you in the distance, to wait for you-- As if you could be heard, the other silhouette turned, ever so slightly, enough for you to read the miniscule and faded letters of R.P.C. across his chest. 

The mark hiccuped in its heat, only fluttering coolness the brief moment you both saw each other. Your breath hitched in your throat. 

Him. It's him.

The door to the gun shop opened and, even from your spot across the way, you heard the woman call out to the cop, distance obscuring what she actually said however. She entered the shop without a backward glance. He hesitated, giving you a look you were too far away to read, before following in after his partner. 

You couldn't help but rub your fingers along the cooling shape of a feather on your arm, a silent prayer on your lips to the Fates or fucking Luck or whatever listening to give whatever goodwill you had and send it to him. Let him survive. 

And then you were alone again.

Let him be safe. Please. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A curse hissed out of your mouth, unwanted as a zombie bit at your not dominant arm, the one burning with the feather soulmate mark. The wound's deep enough where blood blossomed under your sleeves, but you yelped as you wrenched your arm free. Its teeth pulled away with your skin and shirt fabric in between its maw. It growled. You shoved the barrel of your pistol against its temple, firing. 

Blood and brains splattered onto your long sleeves, already soiled with sewage and dried gore. A loud groan left your lips, frustrated at your sloppiness over the fact you were bleeding. Contagion was the least of your worries; you'd been a zombie three times over during this week. But regular infection of an untreated wound? That could kill you. 

Your thoughts stilled as a chilling scream sucked in your breath. 

You should have expected the NEST to be filled with zombies, everywhere else in the city was. It's why you shared your ammo with Claire as she explored her portion of the NEST to unlock the antiviral needed to save Sherry; if anything, she had a better sense of survival than you, especially after the way she fought that terrifying eyeball monster of a once-human. 

What you didn't expect was the fucking licker crawling around on the ceiling. 

You should have.

A high pitched whine sent a chill down your spine, before its long claws scraped across the walls. 

Tensing, you covered your mouth and held your handgun in its direction, hoping that it didn't hear you. You didn't have enough rounds in the mag, hell in general if you had to fight it. Two shots left before reloading. Your pistol’s full eight wouldn't even be enough. 

Circle around it slowly as it seemed to sniff the air (and deluded yourself that it could not smell your disgusting stench of sewer and sweat clinging to you). 

Slowly, foot by foot.  

Freeze as it hissed again.

The door opened, creaking. Both the licker and you tilted towards it. One booted foot in, someone you know by the returning of the intense burning of your forearm in the shape of a raven's feather. 

Him. 

The licker posed to jump in his direction, like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse. 

Fuck you Lady Luck and her shitty timing.  

"Careful, licker!" you shouted. 

It whipped around towards you, its loud growling wheeze echoing in the room. Fucking shit-- 

The bastard howled as it lunged forward. 

Into your space. 

Duck -- too late. It jumped on your body, throwing you to the ground as its large claws hit your shoulders. You yelped from the impact. Happlessly, you fired your two shots into its large, brain-like head. The bullets hit, but not the weak spot. 

Another shot rang out in the room. Enough for the licker to hesitate sinking its teeth in your flesh. It erupted in flames as He came closer, holding a fucking flamethrower in his hand. It screamed. Its weight disappeared and you scrambled back on your hands and arms, pain shooting through them in the movement as blood, old and new, smeared along your palms. The smell of burning flesh, nothing like the sweet scent cooking but more ashen and decay, filled your nose, alongside the metallic under layer of blood, your blood. 

The screams died as the licker did, flames simmering down into nothingness alongside its charred and blackened skin. You forced yourself to sit up, groaning in pain. Everything hurt. Your back, your shoulders, your arms especially -- but you couldn't tell if that's because of how heavy you hit the ground or that damned fucking mark that threatened to burn your own arm off. 

He cursed, repeated fucks and shit expelling under breath as he made it to your side. "Here, you're okay, you're okay, I got you."

He pulled out some medical supplies from within his packs. A bottle of hydrogen peroxide. A roll of bandages. Without thinking, he reached for your bleeding arm. 

And the burning stopped, his touch instantly dropped your arm into a freezing chill as his eyes took in the teeth marks ripped in your skin, the bloodied feather and its tiny ravens, ink gradually running clear. You shivered and he did a double-take on you, hand shaking as if he too was dropped below zero. 

A moment paused into an eternity as you caught your breath. In the darkened room with broken flickering lights overhead, dark shadows chiseled his face in sharp angles, despite his youthful look. Stands of light golden blonde hair clung to his forehead, dirtied with grime and sweat. Blue eyes swept over your features, just as you did to him. 

Even in this mess, he was handsome, pretty even. Heat licked your cheeks as your mind wandered on how pretty would he be cleaned up…

"You’re the goddamn idiot,” you muttered under breath, face heating from embarrassment. Talk about a dramatic First Meeting. 

"What?" the stranger asked, strangely breathless. "Hey. Are you okay?"

His eyes widened, blues roaming between your arm and your face again. You didn't answer him, but you said a bit louder, "It’s you."

"It's…me." Words he repeated, but laced with a question. Like he didn’t realize who he was to you. Not until the remaining half an outline of the feather, barely just visible, disappeared entirely as he laid another glance on it.

Nothing. Like you were never marked at all. 

“Oh…”

He knew now.

"Yes, you! The kind of idiot that strolls into an infested city of the undead!" you said, words streaming from your lips in a hiss, holding back your scream as he no longer knelt frozen before you and worked to disinfect your wound. Unwanted tears pricked at the edge of your eyes; you lied that it was because of the sting of the disinfectant, not frustration nor relief to see him. "You were safe up until today!" 

And you could have been okay dying with that knowledge!

He tied the bandage tight, too tight, and you winced from the pain. “Sorry,” he apologized softly, even as his lips pressed into a thin line. “But I had my duty. I couldn’t leave the city without helping.”  

You slapped his hold on you away -- he let you go easily -- and forced yourself to your feet. He followed you quickly, arms reaching out to steady you as you swayed and stumbled onto your feet, sliding on gore and fluids, legs trembling in pain and useless adrenaline. His grip on your arms were tight, hands warm and comforting. 

"Right… Duty.” The word tasted like blood in your mouth. You’ve seen enough people die for the sake of duty; you’ve seen others die for less honorable reasons. Something hot burned down your grime-streaked cheeks. “And I was leaving. I was leaving," you confessed. “I couldn’t, not with you here. Guess we’re both the idiots here.”  

A faint chuckle, akin to puffs of air more than anything, left his lips. Slowly, as if you were a spooked cat, his hands found your cheeks, thumbs running comforting wipes along the trails left by your tears. You tried not to lean into his touch, craving that comfort from him selfishly.

"Thank you." It's soft, embarrassed even as his eyes gaze just a little out of your reach, and his cheeks tinted with pink. 

"Don't thank me yet,” you scoffed, “Now we can die together." 

Another laugh. "Fair enough. It's not safe out here." 

"Duh, Mr. Obvious.” 

But he smiled like nothing happened, a cheeky little grin that warms you even further. Oh shit, he's cute. "It's Kennedy, actually. Leon Kennedy," he said, introducing himself. 

You gave yours, rolling your eyes as he repeated it reverently. 

"We're going to get out of here alive. I swear it," Leon promised with such conviction you believed him. “Okay?” 

He waited until you nodded to release your cheeks, but not before his eyes lingered on your lips. As if you didn’t share the same thoughts. Later, later. 

Instead, Leon grabbed your gun from off the floor. Relief settled your limbs as your hands found the familiar metal of your handgun. Silently, you reloaded, as he did the same, hands reaching for his shotgun. 

Not dead yet, still a chance.

Taking a deep breath, you grinned at him as fake confidence steered your lips, "Alright then, pretty boy, lead the way. I got your back." 

"Pretty boy?"

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✧ Character AI (Masterlist)

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✧ CEO! Leon x Secretary! Reader

You have been working at the DSO department as an assistant for Leon for about 7 years now. You thought it would be the best idea to finally resign and do the things you wanted to do other than following Leon's orders. You wanted to feel free in a moment wherein you could do whatever you want. After saving enough money; you decided it's finally time to talk things out about your resignation to Leon. But it seems like Leon still doesn't want to let you go just yet, he thinks he couldn't find any other assistant that isn't you. At first, he thinks that you were just joking around but after seeing that you were serious about this matter. He couldn't think straight and thought of the things that he might've done that made you want to resign. He had grown too attached to you since the day you started working for him. Unknowingly he started to fall for you. He was determined to not let you resign just yet. He will do anything just to make you stay, he'll even marry you if he has to.

✧ Rockstar! Leon x Manager! Reader

You've been the manager of the SINFUL band group for about 4 years now. You were never the closest to the band members and would only isolate yourself away from them. You find the members of the SINFUL group intimidating despite being their manager for too long, and you try your very best to be their manager. But Carlos and Luis seem to be fond of you even though you weren't much around, but Leon on the other hand doesn't seem to find you that interesting like the other members.

✧ Stranger:Friends:Lovers AU

You were on your way to you visit your boyfriend since you haven't seen each other for awhile now, but as soon as you arrive outside his workplace—You saw your boyfriend cheating with your best friend. And a stranger came to the rescue when you started crying in public (in the bus) and helped to reduce some people's attention away from you by using his figure to block you away from their eyesight as you cry while he placed his black hat on top of your head. What do you think will happen next?

✧ The string of fate (Soulmate AU)

Leon has been trying for so many years—to find his soulmate, and in those years he was so tempted to follow the string that is wrapped around his finger to run and follow the very end of it, in hopes to finally find and meet his soulmate. But he said to himself that he needs to be patient, saying that fate should be the one to do it by itself.

After finding a new job in Racoon City, he noticed how his string would move frantically, at first he would just ignore it—maybe it's acting normally he said. But soon a month had passed since he arrived in the city, and he noticed how the string would glow brighter, this really caught his attention and he asked his co-workers at the Police station what it meant. One said that his soulmate might be in love, the other said that his soulmate must be not far from him and he believed that his soulmate must be in the city as well, and the other said that they must be on the line of death. This statement really made Leon overthink, and for weeks it's been in his mind thinking about the possibilities that may happen in the future between him and his soulmate.

Then shit happened in Racoon City, Leon was left traumatized as he left that city. The string on his finger grew pale at that moment, and there he thought his soulmate was long gone, and there he lost hope of ever finding his fate.

But after a year of working under the DSO as a federal agent, the string on his finger became more brother than ever, this just made Leon feel more alive and his hopes to find his soulmate came back on track. A few weeks later, he finds out there will be another agent joining the team. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it and just focused more on his training and work. But what he didn't know—what he called so fate was only a step closer to him.

✧ Mysterious neighbour.

Leon Kennedy has been living in the same neighbourhood as {{user}}. Approximately 4 years now or so. And in those years {{user}} would always notice how she would hardly see Leon around, it made her curious as to what he might be doing that he needs to leave for months before going back. She didn't even see him for a year back then, but she knew she shouldn't be nosy to other people's business. But she couldn't help but notice him while he stayed in the neighbourhood. She would always glance at him whenever she would catch him outside his house or whenever she would take a glimpse of him from his windows. She thinks she's starting to become a freak or something, but she can't help it, she finds him very mysterious. Leon on the other hand would always catch {{user}}'s glances at him, at first he was a bit weirded out but he didn't pay much mind to it and just ignored her. But as time passed as he stayed in the neighbourhood, he couldn't help but catch himself always staring at her from a distance. He thinks she's cute, beautiful even. And he first thought she was so kind to others when he would always see they're helping her neighbours. Even when he's out working through his mission, he couldn't help but think of her. He didn't know why but he would always try to keep his mind off of things and focus more on his work. And whenever he goes back to the neighbourhood, he would always think if it would be a great idea to go up and talk to {{user}}, but for some reason he couldn't. The next day after being away from the neighbourhood for 3 months, he saw {{user}} struggling to fix up her scooter-moped. He thinks it's the best opportunity to finally talk to her.

✧ Spider-Man AU

Leon Kennedy has been working at the Raccoon City Department for years now. It would look like he is some typical normal cop, but no. He has a secret that he can never tell anyone, nor even anyone to find out. Because he, Leon Kennedy, is what we have so called the infamous spider-man. The hero of raccoon city.

✧ Just Leon becoming a Dad. (FWB)

At first, Leon thinks that you were just joking around. But when you told him that it was all real, he felt as if something had putted another weight upon his shoulders. He was anxious, scared even. How is he even going to react to this? There are no relations—or labels in between the both of you. Sure he can say that you two are friends but just that, nothing more, nothing less. But do friends fuck each other? Could be. A friend's with benefits I suppose, but that's just that. Leon could never see himself being a father, especially when his working as an agent and he would go into a dangerous missions. What do you think would Leon do now?

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Nevermind I lied, it was actually 69 chapters I was lead on for 😔

If anyone wants some peak literature I have two recs from ao3 that are actually completed !!

Aberrations by Goodfellow - Wade Wilson / fem!Reader Soulmate AU featuring Peter Parker being done with Wade and Reader's overcomplicated relationship but still being a great friend.

Words: 42,537 Chapters: 42/42

Chapters are pretty short, roughly 1000 words each with emotionally complex characters yay! characterization is also immaculate. Amazing fic for my slow burn hurt/comfort lovers

Fell by the Wayside by megumimidnight - Leon Kennedy / fem!Reader also slow burn angst hurt/comfort with the addition of bonus chapters yay!

Words: 206,428 Chapters: 65/65

*cracks knuckles* you're in for a ride with this one. the ending literally had me in tears and backflipping off the walls. I love the complex relationships in this one, and how each character is explored. Reader with the help of her best friend Claire Redfield does everything to obtain the truth of her brother Carlos Oliveira's whereabouts, who's been MIA with no trace of where he might have gone. But to what lenghts would she go to find her brother? And what obstacles would try to stop her? Honestly one of my top fics of 24

If you or anyone else is interested in these stories be sure to read tags carefully since some heavy topics might be in them! Wish i had more to rec but its so hard to find good completed stories like these. I am open to hearing other fics recs too!

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oh my glob, thank you for the recs!! all of these sound absolutely incredible, and i’m already preparing myself emotionally for the angst and slow burns. a wade wilson soulmate au with peter parker in the mix?? say less, i’m in. and Fell by the Wayside sounds like it’s going to rip my heart out (in the best way possible). leon angst paired with claire being the best wingwoman? PERFECTION. (though would rather be paired with claire)

i totally get the struggle of finding good completed fics, so thank you for sharing these gems! i’ll definitely check them out, and if I find others worth screaming over, i’ll let you know. also, yes—everyone please read the tags because heavy topics can sneak up on you!

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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide     The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 5: Strictly Platonic Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

CW: Danny Ghostface makes a brief appearance, canon typical violence, Trickster really hates his soulmate, I have no idea how well I wrote Leon, Cheryl, or Yun-Jin in their brief appearances in this

You got used to it. Not the pain. Not the stress. Not the numbing moments as you waited for the Killer to strike. But you could get used to the Killers themselves. As horrifying as most were to look at, they were worse to try and survive. But they had patterns, and preferences, and sometimes, some would show mercy.

And then there was Ghostface, who was currently laughing and spinning a furious Leon Kennedy as if the man were a teddy bear.

“Put me down you goddamn maniac!”

The masked murderer pulled the writhing rookie cop closer to his body and rubbed the cheek of his mask against the top of Leon’s head. Leon struggled harder.

“What is wrong with you?!”

Ghostface shrugged one shoulder, lifting Leon onto the opposite shoulder. “What’s the point of murder if you can’t have a little fun with it?”

“Jesus Christ--”

Sunshine crouched back down under the window, and looked at Cheryl. Cheryl blinked, her face twisted with confusion. 

“Do you think he’s gay?” Cheryl whispered, gesturing with her thumb in the direction Ghostface went off in. “He never does that to us.”

Exhaling, Sunshine shook her head. “I don’t think I wanna find out either way.”

Through the silence, a scream of pure agony that lasted far longer than it should. Sunshine cringed. Poor Leon…

“That’s a trap,” she said.

“Yeah,” Cheryl stood. “But I’ve walked into worse.”

Sunshine looked up at her. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’ll manage. You get working on the generators.”

“Piece of cake,” Sunshine said, and stood.

“Except for Yun-Jin,” Cheryl said, grimacing. “Saw her sneaking around, like the snake she is. Can you handle her?”

Sunshine hesitated.

“She’ll manage.”

Cheryl grinned.

And that was the last Sunshine saw of the other woman in that Trial. As she worked on generators alone, Sunshine glanced in the direction Cheryl had gone in. No screams, no laughter, no sacrifices. What was going on over there?

The generator backfired, but didn’t flare - part good luck, part years of experience. Sunshine recovered her focus, and kept at it. Someone else was at work, a generator burned to life in the dark. Sunshine’s generator followed. One generator left. No one sacrificed. This was going too well, it had to get bad, didn’t it?

Approaching the generator, Sunshine reached out her hand. Another hand brushed against her own. Her head jerked to the side. 

Yun-Jin blinked at her. Sunshine blinked back. 

Without a word, Sunshine broke eye contact, moved to the other side of the generator. They didn’t need to speak for this. In silence, they worked. Sunshine’s tongue burned with words she didn’t have the courage to say.

The generator roared to life.

“This is going too well,” Sunshine said. She stood, looked around. “He’s up to something.”

She looked at Yun-Jin. Yun-Jin wasn’t looking at her. Behind her? No. The older woman still crouched down in her spot. Her eyes were on…

Damn it. Her mark was bleeding again. And she didn’t have any bandages on, it was bleeding all over the place. There it is, Sunshine thought. That’s how he’ll track me down to kill me - my bloody love mark.

“Get moving,” she said, voice as firm as her heart was not. “I’m not going to follow you or anything. Who knows when the bastard is going to show up.”

Sunshine didn’t wait for an answer.

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He tossed the knife in the air, and caught it unharmed each time. Trickster leaned against the tree, and glanced towards the light. The Survivors couldn’t see the Killers that sometimes came stalking them in the dark. It was how Ghostface always caught his prey, how Dwight’s occasional surrender was always accepted and anticipated. How he could hunt Cortez down so, so easily.

There she was now, running through the path that led to the Campfire. Trickster grimaced. Ghostface let her live this time. Didn’t look like she had a mark on her body - no. The mark itself still bled. He smiled at the sight.

She was still weak as before. Almost fell over, body heaving as she sucked in deep breaths. Her blood dripped all over the dirt. But she smiled as she looked up at the people around the fire. Her eyes lit up. Trickster looked away, and tossed the knife again through the air.

“Dwight!” Cortez said. 

In the reflection of the metal Trickster watched her throw her arms around the scrawny wannabe hero. Dwight smiled, wrapped his arms around her in return. Everyone around the Fire smiled, really. Adorable. 

“Oh, shit,” Cortez pulled away. “I got my blood all over you.”

Dwight laughed. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, adjusting his glasses. His expression was so soft, looking at her.

Trickster smirked, dark thoughts floating through his mind. How would that soft face change, if he forced him to watch her torture? Tie her down and make him watch as he cut deep into her skin, deeper and deeper with every slice, until he saw the glint of bone? What kind of despair would he reveal? Would he beg like she would? Scream like she would? Offer to take her place?

It made him a little sick, how they looked at each other. Soft and kind. Some things didn’t belong outside of fiction.

But if this were fiction, Dwight would be Cortez’ soulmate, not him. He grit his teeth at the thought. If only. (If only he could pursue that radio girl, without having to get rid of Cortez first…)

“I shouldn’t stay,” Cortez said. Trickster tilted the knife to get a better look at her. “I want to try and scavenge supplies before…”

Cortez looked away. Trickster’s lips twisted up into a grin. Oh, if only she knew.

“Are you sure?” That was Meg. “You just got back from a Trial!”

Cortez shook her head. “I’m too wired,” she said. “I need to do something with myself. Something useful. Do we need anything?”

Dwight frowned. Shrugged. “Just… the usual stuff.”

Nodding her head, Cortez said, “I’ll be back, real soon.” She smiled, and Trickster looked away. Bitch. “Say hi to Cheryl for me, if you see her.”

“Sure…” But the frown remained on Dwight’s face, even as he watched Cortez walk away from the Fire. 

Trickster straightened up against the tree, watching the direction his prey walked into. That was the annoying thing about her. Sometimes she did get away. Couldn’t find her no matter what he did. But when he found out where she’d chosen to hide, she’d never escape him again.

Dwight sighed, and Trickster glanced back towards him. The gangly bastard hadn’t moved, watching the spot where Cortez vanished into the Fog. Trickster almost pitied him. If he hadn’t known how far the man would go to protect the others, he’d almost think Dwight was in love.

Shaking his head, Dwight turned back to the Fire. He paused. Trickster shifted his attention towards it as well. His eyes went wide. Yun-Jin, looking pristine as always, aside from the dirt as she pushed herself up from the ground. When did she show up? Ghostface must’ve gotten sick of her, too.

“Uh, welcome back?” Dwight said.

Yun-Jin grimaced, looked towards the other. 

“Where’s Cortez?” she asked.

Trickster blinked. Dwight shifted backwards.

“She just left,” Meg said.

“Yeah,” Dwight said. “She’s gone scavenging.”

Yun-Jin grimaced. Shook her head, her short hair waving in the dark.

“You okay?” Dwight said.

His former producer snorted. “Nothing you need to be worried about.”

She didn’t look back as she vanished into the Fog herself. Trickster frowned, twirling the knife within his fingers. Now what got into her…? He could think of at least one option but nothing too concerning. Yun-Jin kept to herself. If she’d made the connection between his mark and Cortez’s, she wasn’t the type to go out of her way to talk about it. And wasn’t that a good thing? Last thing he needed was Cortez getting ideas, if she found out the truth…

Speaking of Cortez. If he were quick, he’d catch up to her… And when he did. He smirked.

The radio played on and on. Coat draped on the back of his chair, Trickster licked the blood off his knife and fingers, waiting for DJ Sunshine to return. She wouldn't get so lucky next time he stopped by her station...

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Request Rules

Salutations my little night horrors! I am Captain, and I am here to introduce to all of you to my oneshot requests! Now before we go into the requests, I would like to address a couple of rules and notes:

♡ I only write reader inserts

♡ Please specify if you want a oneshot, headcanon, or an imagine

♡ Please be specific on which characters you want me to write for (I have a list at the bottom) and if you see a character is not on the list, please don’t take it personally. I most likely have the character not on the list because I don’t think I can do them justice ;-; that’s really it lol

♡ I do write NSFW but nothing too hardcore (check list below)

♡ Most of my stories the reader is gender neutral, however, I can still write for either a f!reader or m!reader. This also includes fxf pairings and mxm pairings. Also, if a character is canonically LGBTQ+ Then I’m writing them as so 

♡ All romantic plotted characters will always be 18+ 

♡ I mostly write in second person P.O.V (you/your) but sometimes I will do third person P.O.V (she/her/him/he/they/them/etc) however, I will not write in first person (I/me/my/etc) because that just isn’t my usual style lmao

♡ I do take plot requests, however, I may tweak it a bit depending on how specific you are with the details so if you want something specific, please, be specific 😭

♡ AU's are also accepted. So fantasy AU, Soulmate AU, modern day AU, etc are fine by me

♡ I will possibly take only 10 requests at a time, but I can't promise I'll write them all since I do have other stories I’m working on :’) Writing oneshots is honestly just more for practice and to satisfy any story idea I probably can’t turn into a full chapter book lmao 

♡ When it comes to my yandere stories, I want to be clear that I am extremely against the romanticization of toxic relationship and mental health. So please remember not to seek out these kind of relationships in real life or show some of these ‘yandere’ tendencies to your significant other. The stories I write are just that: stories. Fiction. These relationships are toxic and not healthy. If you do find yourself in these kind of relationships, please seek out a domestic abuse hotline near you

♡ I also don’t just write yandere stories. I am down for a normal healthy relationship and platonic friendships/found family and fluff

I Will Write

Yandere (stalking, pervy, obsessive, possessive, the whole sha-bang)

Pegging | femdom

BDSM: Knife play | wax play | bondage | marking (scratching, biting)

I Won’t Write

Watersports | vomit | scat

Pedophilia

Incest

Mental illnesses

Vore

Beastiality

Fandoms/Characters I Write For:

Games

₊˚⊹ Dead By Daylight

Killers: Trapper/Evan MacMillan | Hillbilly/Max Thompson Jr. | Wraith/Philip Ojomo | Doctor/Herman Carter | Shape/Michael Myers | Huntress/Anna | Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer | Pig/Amanda Young | Legion/Susie,Julie,Frank,Joey | Plague/Adiris | Ghostface/Danny Johnson | Oni/Kazan Yamaoka | Deathslinger/Caleb Quinn | Executioner/Pyramid Head | Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak | Artist/Carmina Mora |

Survivors: Dwight Fairfield | Meg Thomas | Claudette Morel | David King | Jake Park | Feng Min | Nea Karlsson | Laurie Strode | Ace Visconti | Quentin Smith | Kate Denson | Adam Francis | Jeff Johansen | Jane Romero | Steve Harrington | Yui Kimura | Zarina Kassir | Felix Richter | Élodie Rakoto | Yun-Jin Lee | Jill Valentine | Leon Kennedy | Mikaela Reid | Yoichi Asakawa | Haddie Kaur | Vittorio Toscano | Thalita Lyra | Renato Lyra | Gabriel Soma | Sable Ward

₊˚⊹ Mortal Kombat

Kung Lao | Sub-Zero | Raiden | Liu Kang | Johnny Cage | Mileena | Reptile | Smoke | Kenshi | Scorpion |

Shows/Movies

₊˚⊹ Slashers

Scream: Ghostface [Stu, Billy] | Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Leatherface | Child’s Play [Charles Lee Ray] |

Animes

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Other

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With all of that said, I hope you enjoy my stories :)