#ada wong angst

[carame1bunny]

‎ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽KINKTOBER 2024☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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Hello, my darlings! Welcome to my very first Kinktober Masterlist! IThis month and it’s fanfics will contain Resident Evil Characters and 18+ content, so read at your own risk! This will be a blast, and enjoy!🦇 Likes and comments are always very much appreciated<3

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 1st: Breeding kink w/Chris Redfield

your husband, Chris Redfield, has one desire. one that only you could help with, to make him a dad (and continue the Redfield bloodline)

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 2nd: Morning sex w/Ashley Graham

is there anything better than taking care of your girlfriend, whose period leaves her with pain? of course, having to take care of your girlfriend, who is needy and whiny for you and your body.

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 3rd: Lingerie w/Jill Valentine

you’re shopping, when you spot a lingerie store… and there is no harm with surprising your girlfriend with a sexy set, as long as she is the one who gets to take it off of you.

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 14th: Blood kink w/Ada Wong

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 16th: Toys w/Rookie Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 17th: Double penetration w/Chris Redfield & Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 19th: Roleplay w/Chris Redfield & Leon

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 20th: Toys w/Jill Valentine & Claire Redfield

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 22nd: Breeding kink w/Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 24th: Caught masturbating w/Chris Redfield & Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 26th: Hate sex w/Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 28th: Virginity loss w/Rookie Leon Kennedy

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⋆˖⁺‧☾October 31st: Aphrodisiac w/Chris Redfield & Leon Kennedy

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[rizzanon]

[Mask] Ada Wong

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, no comfort, Ada can't communicate her feelings, argument

author's note: been away for more than two months now 💀 but i'm getting back to writing (hopefully) haha

"I knew I'd find you here."

Your steel-toed boots come to a stop atop the old ruin of what was once an Umbrella research facility. Stepping out of the shadow and into the pale moonlight, stands a woman with short, straight black hair, wearing a short red dress with black, thigh-high leather boots. One you were all too familiar with. Her pistol, however, is already unholstered and held up, aimed at your chest.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was cold, and her gaze was intense.

"I was worried about you."

The woman in front of you remained unwavered, her gun still positioned right at your chest, just a click away from shooting you dead.

"What's there to worry about?" Ada scoffs, her eyes watching your every move, making sure you don't make any sudden movement. You raise your arms up in surrender.

"There's no need for a gun, you know." You mutter, your eyes furrowing. You slowly take two nonchalant steps forward and start, "You should know why I'm here."

Her grip on the gun tightens as you approach, but she makes no moves yet. You keep slowly creeping forward until her outstretched pistol almost touches your chest. Seeing how you weren't backing down, she finally lowers the gun, her expression however remained cold. You take one last step, filling what space she had kept between you, and watched as she took a step back.

"You should move on. Things will never be the same as it once was."

You chuckled at her words, shaking your head.

"I'm not denying that things will never go back to the way it was. But that doesn't mean I will move on."

Ada's stare was intense, as if she was trying to read you.

"Your loss then."

With that, she turned around and was walking off, away from you. You made no attempt to stop her, and only continued on with your next words.

"You can't keep doing this."

"Keep doing what, exactly?"

She knew exactly what you meant, but she didn't want to admit it. All these missions, her job as a mercenary, she couldn't just stop out of nowhere. She had already built up an infamous reputation over the years.

"Stop pushing me away." You could see that your words had caught her off guard, by how her head jerked up to look at you, her forehead creasing and her eyes bored into you.

"Pushing you away?"

She immediately turned around and made her way towards you. Before you could say another word, she gripped onto the collar of your shirt, and looked you straight in the eyes, your face dangerously close to hers.

"Get this in that pretty head of yours. We're done. We're never getting back together. I was only using you to get what I needed, and that's it. We were nothing."

Silence fills the air, the only thing comforting about all this was the slow and rhythmic breathing of you two. The way she was gazing intimidatingly at you, you could tell that this was a front she was putting on.

A front she was putting on for you.

To push you away.

"I don't believe you."

Her gaze grew more cold at your words, and her grip on your collar tightened even more, bringing your face closer to hers.

"What?" It was as if she spat out venom, looking at you so intensely.

"I said I don't believe you."

Her body language shifted as you repeated your words. Her jaw was clenching as she was now glaring at you with her dark brown eyes.

The ones that you used to look into so lovingly.

But you were no longer able to do so.

Your eyes flickered to her pink-tinted lips momentarily, remembering how you used to kiss them before. You yearned to feel her lips on yours again, to taste her once more.

But you could no longer do so.

After a good few seconds, Ada finally let go of your collar, still keeping her cold front.

"So be it."

Her back was now facing you, the sound of her heels walking away from you pulled you out of the trance you were in, making you grab her arm.

"You can't keep walking away from me like this Ada!"

She swatted your hand off your arm, turning harshly towards you once again.

"Watch it. Don't you dare take another step."

You ignored her words, taking another step towards her, not backing away.

"Just why are you so stubborn?"

"I could say the same thing about you."

Her gaze was distant now, and you could see some sort of longingness in her eyes. You knew you had to push her buttons further, to get her to talk to you.

And that's exactly what you did.

"How long will this go on for?"

Her brows narrowed as her eyes bored into yours. Your words had hit a nerve, and there was no backing down now.

"Drop that mask of yours already Ada, and tell me how you actually feel."

There was a pregnant pause, before you took another step forward, which triggered Ada to take a step away from you.

"Listen here, [name], I'm a mercenary. You're an agent. There's clearly a line between us that we shouldn't pass. But we did. Before any of us do something that we regret, I suggest that you back off and never come and find me again."

Her stare was cold, and there was no sign or indication that she didn't mean what she said. But that was just how Ada Wong was. She had the ability to mask how she truly feels and carry out her missions as per plan.

For a moment, you swear, you saw her eyes flash sadness and longing, for a split second. But it went away as quick as it came for you to even know if what you saw was real, or a figment of your imagination.

Before you could say another word, Ada took out her grappling gun and swung off, leaving you on your own once again..

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[confessionsleon]

made this tumblr so people can confess about people/writers/artist on resident evil fandom that they dislike and have tea on anything you have ever wanted to say! tell me 😉

XOXO gossip girl

[clitorphosis]

Honey! It's a Murder Case.

Ada Wong x female reader | MDNI. female reader, reader is a mess lol, suicidal thoughts, lesbians, fluff? not sure, doomed yuri i guess, angst. word count: 4919

notes: it was partially inspired by "decision to leave", an excellent movie. This is... messy and i hate so sorry if i didn't elaborated well some themes and Ada is ooc probably but idc. feedback is appreacited 🙂‍↕️

summary: after changing town, you, a detective, arrive on the crime scene after dead man's wife called, a woman in the red that seemingly was already waiting for you.

tags: @withonly-sweetheart

Two blue eyes stare back at you, literally void of any signs of life, only fear is imprinted in them. The man’s corpse is resting against the wall of the empty pool. His pupils feel like an empty abyss gazing into your soul, searching for any hints and hoping the dead man would answer your question: “who killed you?”, too bad corpse doesn’t talk. That would have helped the investigation by making it so much easier to deal with. The smell of it is nauseating, yet you don’t show any reaction to it. Immune, no longer a rookie investigator someone would say. This is bullshit, no one can be immune to the stench. No one gets used to rotting flesh, no one gets used to announcing the death of one’s lover or parent. The dark and hard lump tries to find its way out of your throat, but you put it down easily.

“Who called us?” This question appeared quickly in your mind, even sooner it gets voiced by you. Talking makes this easier, distracts you from the smell. The witness would need to be interrogated. There is not any other person here other than your incompetent colleagues.

“Eh… A pretty lady, very” Man’s voice reaches your ears. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, the reason is not clear, but such gesture invokes an urge; you barely restrained yourself from grimacing and giving a slap to the back of his head. One can only dream of being this savvy. A dumb answer, even worse face he has.

“Did she even give her name?” You ask with furrowed brows, pulling out a handkerchief to cover your nose. A glance at the corpse, not sure why would you worry over a dead man listening to the conversation. Corpses don’t speak. Your coworker rubs the back of his head, in the same manner he would if you had hit him there.

“Ehm.. she had a Chinese name.” You don’t really know what you should have expected from this conversation. He shrugs again, looking at you with a sheepish smile, clearly realizing how bad this is. His eyes dart around, a clear sign he is trying to find an excuse for this behavior. Anything. “…you know, they are hard to remember”

The sun is high and bright for the last days of November, as a chilly breeze rises, bringing away the smell of the corpse from the scene for a short while and shivers seep deep into your bones, a dull pain signals you don’t belong here.

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The inside of the house is warm, and welcoming to guests. You would expect much more furniture, but it seems the victim and his wife were into minimalism. Already slightly judicial about their taste in such matters, but you aren’t here to evaluate this. This is a murder case. Probably.

“Sorry for the disturbance, Miss..?” You asked as soon as you noticed a figure standing in the kitchen, the voice echoed and filled the void of this space.

“Ada. Ada Wong” she says and you could swear your heart sank at the sound of her voice. The air became hot as the woman turned to face you. This is unexpected, not for her, cause she seems to enjoy your loss of control. Her face is all you can see, like there is nothing around you both; brown eyes with a playful look intended only for you and plump, rosy lips tugged into the most tender smile you can ever imagine. The soft rays of the sun fall on her skin, looking like a classical painting of spring. Always in the dress. Red color. A faded memory of the book emerges in the back of your mind, a useless one but still interesting enough to remind you of itself, recalling many meanings of red. In some ways, this hue became dear to you, even a favorite over time without a realization. Red is love. Red is passion. Red is desire. Red is the danger. Ada is the red color, so bright and calling to your heart. This woman has captivated you, she holds your heart in her palm, nails dig into the soft tissue of your pumping muscle, while you try to disentangle from the webs she has created for you, again.

Giving a thought, if fate is real, then it is stalking and messing with you since the last case you had before you moved into this town. Recalling it even shortly, makes your tie tighten around your neck. Like a deserved knot for your oversight and lack of professionalism. The death of a man was concluded as a suicide, cause of the lack of evidence against his wife, the suspect for whom you got attracted. The thought of her has been lingering in your mind for three years, filling with dread and yearning.

You’ve never brought up this again. The guilt is still there and you are too much of a coward to kill yourself, but the gun was always in the back of your mind.

“Detective” Ada‘s voice interrupts your endless turbulent thoughts. “tea? Coffee? Or just water?”

“Tea would be nice” You clear your throat before sitting on the chair. It is weird to look finally into her face more comfortably without guilt or shame burning your body She didn’t change. Another feeling pools in your gut; a peaceful warmth. Something you missed so much after three years of drowning yourself in self-loathing. A teapot of fine china is already hot, poured into two cups, already prepared for someone. This feels like she was waiting for you, another dumb and hopeful thoughts fill your heart as she placed two cups of warm tea. She is sitting on the opposite side, making it much easier to look into her face when she is in front of you.

“Thank you, so….” you clear your throat, looking down at the pale yellowish liquid reflecting your face. So tired. Is it white tea? Stop wandering off, focus. “The body… your husband. When did you find him?”

“This morning” Ada explains, her slender finger traces the rim of her cup. Her eyes don’t leave your face, like a predator looking for a weak spot. “Yesterday. He didn’t come home, didn’t give too many thoughts. I suspected he was drinking with friends. Like men usually do” You can feel her foot tapping against yours, probably an accident. Maybe the space is narrow, you try not to fall into senseless hope.

“Not a pleasant experience to discover his corpse, was it?” You try to keep the conversation alive, finally taking a sip of tea to soften the dryness in your throat. Floral and delicate, with subtle fruity notes in it. Clearly a white tea.

“Mm,” she hums absently. The death didn’t faze her at all, even a thought about her husband didn’t seem to be pleasant, either sad - just clear indifference. Your thought process stopped when her foot lightly brushed around your ankle before shamelessly running up to your calf, but this time it was clear - she was doing this to tease you and the same gentle smile doesn’t leave her lips. “What should one expect from a man with bad habits, mm?”

“Bad habits?” You echoed her words, keeping eye contact, but you crumble under her gaze like a sand castle after a sea wave hits it. Again those vague answers of hers. Ada nods with satisfaction written all over her face. If she was a cat, she would be a purring mess.

“Debts, multiple debts.” She explains to you with a sigh, her finger stopped toying with the edge of her cup. Unfortunately, your attention is not on the case right now as her foot moves slowly up to your thigh. You can’t keep your hands to yourself, to ignore her little game and flirting feels like torture. You grip gently her ankle, giving it a tender squeeze. The thick fabric of her black tights underneath your fingertips feels so familiar, like holding something that belongs to you. Your palms, with a slow and careful motion, drift up, giving into an urge to caress her calf and enjoy the little moments you both can afford.

“Ada…” you swallow hard, calling her by her name shifts the entire situation into a more private and intimate one. The gears in your head work overtime right now. A warmth that was born in your chest, growing its roots deeper into your body and there is hope that conflicts with your work ethic, you promised yourself to be a professional. There is a need to pull her closer, you feel like love is possible for you for once. Three years of not seeing each other. ‘I missed you’ on the tip of your tongue threatens to escape. You fear if those words will be voiced, even accidentally admitting your longing for her it will lead you to die from the broken heart. “…Did you kill him?” But all you can say will lead to a disaster, this is no exception, and her eyebrows furrow briefly before pulling her leg away. Your hands clench to keep the feeling of her body for a little bit longer.

“False accusations and damage to one’s reputation are a crime, detective” Her words are like a pike being pounded into your chest, leaving you breathless, and they are a reminder of your own unprofessional behavior in the past. Compromising the case and letting her go, even when you had shreds of evidence against Ada. There is nothing wrong with leaving right? Shame and guilt are too much to bear, avoiding any confrontation of them. You stand up quickly, almost spilling the tea.

“Yeah, sorry… for my behavior” you mutter with furrowed eyebrows, feeling tension in your jaw. “I need to go, we will contact you again soon”

This was quick, letting one of your colleagues deal with this while your mind was absent and not listening to anything. A day passes quickly, not noticing how hours flew, but this is for your own good. Returning to your apartment feels so lonely right now, lonelier than it has even been and the only sound in it is your breathing, still processing what happened today. Your mind is like a turbulent air before the storm, like a cold rain smothering your face and shading your vision. You can’t focus on anything else when Ada is inevitably back in your life.

Is she affected by this reunion like you are?

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As time flew, you realized how easy it was to find information about the dead man and how your precinct may just leave this as an unsolved case. Ada was right about his debts, but another interesting fact was left out. Not sure if she didn’t know or she was hiding it. He was working for the government in the past - this complicates things. No wonder someone killed him, he knew too much for someone’s taste. And if it wasn’t someone from higher-ups, other organizations may have held grudges. Despite of your weakness towards a woman in red and trying to avoid any confrontation with your guilt, you couldn’t keep your curiosity at bay, delving into her past and trying to find at least something. Rather disappointing research, but maybe you got lucky cause she seems to be a mercenary or an ex-one. Not clear.

As of good news; little escapades, both of you had indulged in before, returned. Should you be ashamed of that? Yes, but at the sight of Ada you forget about anything, her presence is the cure to dawning shame. With that, December felt peaceful and warmer than it should be, maybe that’s on you, cause people still cover themselves with clothes, trying to keep the warmth of their bodies. Maybe you got more vigilant or something has changed, but it is strange to see iris at this time of year. Not like you are going to complain, you always liked Iris, those flowers were simple and cute, not sure about their meaning, but still the sight of them gave you a jolt of hope in your body. Too bad, the only flowers you received were yellow tulips. Maybe you need to read something about flower language… Her hands brush against your coat, pulling away from another wave of thoughts in your head and you halt in your movements when she pulls its edges to face you. Her expensive perfume washes over your senses again, like a kiss from the ghost - barely here, but leaves you to crave for more. If love had its own aroma, then Ada would smell like it.

“Detective is so carefree, you are going to get cold” She says, shaking her head. Her fingers drum on the fabric before shifting to your scarf. It seems you didn’t tighten it properly, looking a little bit messy and not covering your throat. “that won’t do”

You hurried to see her, but this will be your little secret.

“Are you worried?” You inquire with a smile, the tail of your brow raises, but she doesn’t answer. Her fingers brush lightly against your skin, leaving a burning sensation from that ghosted touch while she adjusts your scarf. Not wanting to end this moment, instinctively you don’t let her hands retreat. Your hold of one of her hands keeps the closeness, you could swear a brief surprise flashed in her eyes. A curiosity flashes in your mind, bringing your fingers to crawl up to inspect her fingers. Rough and dry skin on that dainty hand. “you don’t take care of yourself either”

“Are you my caretaker now?” Ada teases with a smile on her lips, letting your gaze check the calloused skin of her palm. Not a secret for you that she knows how to use guns and the condition of her hands is just a confirmation of that.

“I may become one, is there a vacancy?” You tease her back and she rolls her eyes at your words. You know Ada isn’t annoyed, but still, it is entertaining to watch her little and subtle reactions to your words or actions. You reach for the pocket in your coat, a weird habit to keep a mini hand cream. It is useful when one travels around, but it has been a long time since you left the borders of this place. Maybe after this mess, who knows. You quickly removed the tap of the tube to butter the cream, gently spreading and massaging her hand. There is a silence between you, a calming and comforting one, not being afraid to not speak cause words are not enough to express yourselves. Her skin underneath your fingertips feels so dear to you, spreading gently cream as a light breeze hits your frame, bringing more of her perfume into your senses and you wish you were closer. With a final touch of this caring gesture, you bring her palm closer to your lips to press them shortly, to drown in the tenderness of the moment. You kept eye contact, to see her reaction and to someone else’s gaze she wouldn’t seem fazed, her own eyes can’t hide a wave of affection passing by. Your grip loosens and her hand finally retreats, a ghostlike feeling of her skin is still burning hot on your lips, like a short-lived mark. The rendezvous didn’t last long after that, enjoying the silence between each other until you had to separate.

“Thank you for this” a quick message after getting in your car, a little habit. She usually ignores your SMS. This time, three dots appear.

“You like wine?”

“I don’t have preferences, why?” You aren’t picky with alcohol when there is a need to forget something.

“Tomorrow night, me, gorgeous detective, and wine? ;)”

You can see your own face on the screen of your phone, looking so dumb right now; can’t keep that smile at bay, can you? This sounds like a date, but it is not one, is it? Maybe Wheel of Fortune still works well. Your ability to stay calm and control your emotions with her is so bad, that your colleagues would tease you if they saw you. Indeed a love-struck idiot. Biting your knuckles and trying to not text quickly back, she doesn’t need more evidence of your infatuation.

“Perfect, my place”

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A glass of wine, another one after emptying the previous one in no time. Glass after glass, hands intertwining together and the minds are fuzzy thanks to the alcohol. Sitting in the kitchen, clinging to the feeling of touching her hand or play with her fingers like a giddy teenager.

“Ada?” You whisper, staring at her and observing her elegant stature.

“Mm?” She hums absently, looking down at her empty wineglass with a ‘barely here’ expression. Pausing cause your eyes noticed a gramophone, that wasn’t used in a while, but it still was kept with you in case there would be a need to use it. And it seems this is the perfect situation to dust off your old collection of vinyls. After making a little rattling, you are standing in front of the player, not really trying to choose a specific vinyl record, there are many of them and it is more exciting to choose something random without giving it too much thoughts. Not like your tipsy mind is good for this.

“Ada” your voice is a little bit louder, after putting a record on the player, as music gently fills the space between you both.

“Detective?” Her eyes dart to your face, meeting each other’s gaze; this is a perfect moment to pull her out of the table. You do that, feeling lightness in your head as you try to get into position for dancing, but failing miserably after a step. This is a reminder that you are a detective, not a dancer. You will blame this on alcohol, just in case. For a moment you regret this, maybe it was a bad idea to initiate a dance cause you suck at it, never took any dancing lessons, and for what? To have this skill buried and not used? Your awkward and clumsy movements seem to be amusing to Ada cause it seems a smile threatens to escape. Such an embarrassment. Standing there with a light blush burning your cheeks and trying to collect yourself. Yeah, alcohol is the one to blame.

“Cute” Her hands take yours to put one of them on her lower back, you hold her hand and she puts the other one on your shoulder. Of course, Ada knows how to dance. “repeat after me. One, two, three…” The rhythm is simple. One. Two. Three. Trying not to step on her feet, while she guides your movements as you repeat quietly the same words.

One…Two… Three.

Until they blend into the music coming from the vinyl player, spinning in circles in the living room, one step forward, another one to the side. It is simple enough. Ada seems to enjoy herself right now; black strands move with every step you take, her eyes are again full of something playful and tenderness that leaves you breathless. Your hand on her lower back pulls her closer, not noticing the closing distance between you. She squeezes your hand, feeling your fingers being intertwined. You can’t lie to yourself, this feels good like the only place to exist in this universe is this room. A long dream from which you wouldn’t want to wake up. For a brief moment, the music stopped with your bodies, short silence fills with heavy breathing before they get covered with new tones coming from the recorder. Music is still on, the composition changed but you don’t listen to it anymore. Your eyes linger on her lips, in a romance movie this would be a hot moment combined with love confession, but… It is weird, you can’t really let yourself indulge in something more intimate with Ada. You just stand there, your lips hovering over hers in a short distance. A kiss would be the next step, so… Why don’t you kiss her? Murder case, be professional. Something dug into your heart, aching longingly for something that never existed. The entire murder case feels like another lame excuse you pull to cover your inner turbulence over the betrayal of your work ethic. Three years passed and still can’t get over this, not accepting that you are no better than an incompetent asshole you call a coworker.

“Did you zone out?” Ada says, her fingers caressing your cheek, pulling you out of your self-loathing. Your lower lip trembles, trying to recollect yourself before nodding. She smiles, looking amused by this situation, and you are not sure if this is a bad thing or not.

“Sorry, I am not myself these days” you mumble, looking at her fingers before catching them in your gentle hold. Taking the moment to give a soft and quick kiss, before letting them go. Ada tilts her head and you don’t feel confident anymore to look into her face again. “… work is getting the best out of me” Standing silently, light sways of your bodies in the rhythm of the music as her chin rests on your shoulder and you are not sure if it is her heart you can hear, or just confusing with your one. You can feel her pressing more against your chest, any self-hated thought disappear as if they don’t exist and don’t torment you when your bed is empty, she is like a painkiller for you.

“It is late..” you say, pressing the button to stop rolling the recorder, while the other hand is still resting on her lower back. Keeping her close. Making a woman drive to her home sounds awful nor you should do that under the influence of alcohol - you are a respectable person, after all. Unfortunately or not, your place is not big, leading her to your bedroom. The room is silent, soft, and gentle silence, not threatening at all. You let Ada lay down while you sit down on the edge, the bed resounds at the weight of your bodies. Tonight, your coach is going to be the place to sleep, in spite of the need to join her too. The face of a dead man flashes in your memory, a good reminder to stay still and not fall in your weakness.

“And what if I did kill him?” Her murmur made you shiver and focus your attention on her frame - she looked at you with a heavy gaze. Your jaw tenses, swallowing hard at her timing. Can she read your mind? Her words feel like a cold tidal wave approaching from afar to swallow you deeply into its embrace, to fill your lungs but instead of salty liquid, it is your confusion.

“What?… Is that a confession? In that case, I should arrest you” jokingly you say, shrugging your shoulders, a motion to ease the anxiety throbbing in your chest. No answer. In the dimly lightened room, your eyes are still able to catch her just smiling at you, her fingers brushing against the inner skin of your wrist, a silent plea to focus on her. Your next words are a breathless whisper, wanting a confirmation of your suspicions. “… did you?” There is another pause like she is conflicted about what to say next.

“Don’t think too much, not good for your tipsy head” she whispers back, looking down at your wrist. Another vague answer but this was enough information for you. There is no reason to stay in this room, you return to the empty living room, leaving her to sleep in your bed silently.

…

You left early, she still was sleeping in your bed. December mornings are cold and dark, but today somewhat it is worse, the chilliness of the weather seeps into your bones in spite of wearing warm clothes, they don’t shield you from heaviness in the chest or the anxiety that makes your fingers numb - useless. The gloomy atmosphere of the morning made you realize how your mind is always responsible for the image of the world you see. Today even with the thought of Ada in your bed, it is dark and colorless. Maybe that’s an after-effect of the alcohol, not you, but at the back of your mind, it is just another lame excuse. You can’t really focus on anything, not something new these days. But this time your suspicions just got confirmed twice - the case will remain unsolved, and they won’t bring it back. No wonder, it is hard enough to catch members of criminal organizations and your precinct is full of incompetent and corrupt people. And Ada was probably just carrying out her commission, you should have arrested her after that confession, but also there are no evidences other than words to confirm, not really a reliable source.

Ada is probably not in the city anymore. This makes your heart ache.

The day came to its end, leading you back home. Like many days before all this, sitting on the chair with a glass of alcohol to make your head feel light and ignore your mind, likes to remind you about your gun. The idea of cold and sour metal of the barrel in your mouth has returned, but quickly buried with alcohol. This is a mess, a revulsive one, making you less vigilant about your surroundings. To your surprise, Ada is still in your apartment, you realize this after noticing her standing in front of you and looking down at your not-so-happy state. Her fingers gently reach for your chin, tilting your head to have a better sight of you right now, the touch burns on your skin, keeping silence between you alive.

“Bad day? Booze isn’t a good way to cope“ Ada was first to break it, her other hand brought a chapstick to your lips, softly and tenderly applying to them. It smells like cherry. You want to deny her touch, making a scene and throwing her out of your place. “it is a depressant, hon”

“…what are you doing here?” You ask, ignoring her words.

“What?” She pulls away her hands from you, leaving tingly remains on your face of her tenderness. You pause, trying to gather words as your eyes drift, hiding yourself from her. Not wanting to meet her gaze.

“You should go home, I… ” There is another pause from you, looking down at the floor for a brief moment before setting your gaze on the half-empty glass. Everywhere, but not on Ada. “I need to work, you are an obstacle” You know where it goes. You could take her in but you don’t, again. There is a silent understanding of what is going to happen now, a similar situation that led to bitter-sweet goodbyes before, but this time you will pray to every God that your ways will never connect again. Deep inside both wish for different circumstances, maybe a different reality where she holds you after a particularly hard day. But the image is weird, alien to you cause it wouldn’t be Ada, not her style. Something suggests, there are no other possible universes where both of you are together. Another realization hits you hard, maybe speaking before thinking was not a good idea in your case. This is one of the last moments of whatever you both had, there is no going back, you really won’t see her anymore. Dread and hope combine, creating another dark lump that tries to crawl out of your throat.

“I’ll see you around then” she says, glancing at the watch and trying to ignore her own growing turbulent feeling in her chest. Something is coiling around her neck, not visible to your eyes, making it harder to breathe. Similar to you. She needs to leave and this is hard to digest even to her. A weakness, but indulging in something sweet for the last time is worth it. The idea of not seeing her anymore is hard, there would be no giddy feeling every time you see her or little moments where you care for each other. You reach for her wrist, pulling Ada closer and the expensive sweet scent of her perfume embraces you in a gentle love. Looking into her face makes something stir in your guts again. Ada hides her expressions so well, but not from you; her eyes speak the truth, and the hint of bitterness and sadness rush and disappear in her gaze, making this separation harder to endure. Your lips brush on the flesh of her inner wrist like a ghost, giving soft kisses, while you try to imprint the feeling of her to your memory.

“Please, before you leave…” you murmur against her skin, looking up while holding her wrist in the gentle grip one would have with fine china. Since when does your voice hold such a plea for someone? It feels like tonight you are the most honest person in the world. You don’t feel ashamed or guilty anymore, only a deep grief over what this relationship could be in any other circumstances. But the night is long, you both have time. The time to not drown into the memory of your short time spent together that will torture you, this will throw you back into the same solitude before second reunion, if not worse. And hope fades like a dying candle. “For tonight. Just let me stay by your side a little longer”

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4

CLUELESS: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Five times they were sure they weren't dating and one time they weren't. OR: Luis, Ashley, Ada and Krauser having enough of how oblivious and clueless they are about their feelings.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, violence, my Spanish (if I used something in the wrong context please feel free to tell me so I can improve), Luis being the number one fanboy and Ashley being best girl

•••

Prince Charming and his señorita

"Tell me señorita, are you and Prince Charming a thing?"

She looked up at Luis with furrowed eyebrows, her face full of confusion. She examined his gestures and the way the muscles around his mouth moved, forming a small, knowing smirk.

"Why? You want to take me out on a date or something?" she asked, quickly falling for the assumption that all Luis wants is to know if she's single so he can continue his flirting, hoping the one liners will magically work.

But then again, she thought, he'd still do it without remorse.

So what does he really want with that question?

"I'd love to cariño, but not with a señorita who's already taken."

"I'm not. Do whatever you want with that information."

She turned away from him, continuing her search through the small villa in hopes of some extra ammunition. She opened a drawer, but found nothing other than some old photos.

"I don't believe you, cariño." Luis said, suddenly breaking the silence.

She slammed the drawer shut in frustration and looked at him, trying to keep her cool and not get annoyed at his antics. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She should've gotten used to his teasing by now, but it was impossible to do so. He always found something to talk about, question her about and annoy her about. And now that she was afraid her partner and the president's daughter got hurt in some way after they got seperated, Luis's teasing just crossed a line.

"Look, 'cariño', I don't know why you have to annoy me with literally everything all the time, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped." she pleaded slowly, hoping he'll just stop.

"Oh, there's nothing to feel ashamed of, mi vida. Love is a beautiful and natural thing." he continued on, as he leaned against the wall, looking at her with pure naught. "Besides, I'm sure our Yanqui feels the same way... Deep in love, you know, I'm sure it sounds familiar."

She turned away, this time to hide the slight blush that appeared on her face. Thinking about Leon like that made her stomach feel like it's doing acrobatics.

"No one looks at another person like that without being in love. And our Leon looks at you like tu eres todo su mundo."

She turned to look at him quickly, wanting to ask what he meant when he said that - and when Luis noticed her pink cheeks he just smirked.

"Aw, look at that blush! You for sure look you're not in love cariño."

"Shut up!"

"Really? You want me to? How will you let him know your feelings without my advice, ey?"

"Like I'd take your advice."

"I'm not saying you have to," Luis started to explain himself. "I'm just saying I'm your best option."

She just rolled her eyes shamelessly, but Luis didn't seem to care.

"Now- with a boy like our Leon, the best thing you can do in your situation is to make him j-"

She'll never know what he really wanted to say, because in the next second loud noises were coming from outside and both of them ran to the nearest window to figure out what was going on. The moment she realized Leon and Ashley were running towards their hideout as hoards of Spanish undead were chasing them and shouting at them, she ran towards the door, opening it without thinking twice.

"This way!" she shouted.

Ashley was the first to arrive and she gave her a short hug as she waited for Leon to get inside. When they were finally able to close the door behind themselves, she felt two strong arms quickly wrapping themselves around her shoulders and waist, and the next thing she knew she was hugging Leon like there was no tomorrow.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course I am."

"You sure?"

And even if in the next moment Luis was stuck between the wall and a very upset Leon Kennedy, he still sent a smirk her way, as if he'd say: "Sure, princesa, you two are just business partners with heart shaped eyes."

•••

The way they act around each other

"Can I ask you something?" Ashley asked as she was sitting on top of a barrel, dangling her feet as she watched Leon at the shooting range.

"Of course."

"This may sound a little weird, but- are you and Leon dating?"

She turned to look at Ashley as if she just grew another head - what in their situation was quite likely to happen.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you in a relationship with him?" Ashley asked again, examining the ways her expression changed as she waited for an answer.

"I understood what you meant the first time, it's just- what makes you think that?"

"The way you act around each other." Ashley started to explain as she looked back at Leon, who shot a cutout of a pirate in the head. "He always makes sure you're okay and you always check if he has any new bruises."

She leaned against the barrel Ashley was sitting on as she looked at the man they were talking about as well. She watched as his muscles tensed up a bit everytime he pulled the trigger, she watched as he bit his lip in concentration when the target was further away and she watched as his eyes followed the bullet's movement. She bit her lip as her heartbeat got quicker at both the sight and thought - the thought that every single person in Spain seems to think they are dating.

"I care about him."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"He seems like a great guy."

"He is a great guy." she said, knowing she's saying the truth. Whoever Leon'll date in the future - that girl will for sure be a lucky girl.

She couldn't help but giggle as Leon turned towards them with a satisfied little smile, being proud of himself that he just beat his own highscore.

"Do you think you can beat me?"

"Oh, it's on!" she smirked, accepting the challenge.

She ran up to the shooting range, leaving a confused, but happy Ashley behind. She could literally feel her gaze on them and she could heard her thoughts saying: "They are really cute!" - she shook her head, getting those thoughts out of her head. She needs to focus if she wants to win.

"Handgun?"

"Handgun."

Leon smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeez, causing her to almost choke on her own saliva.

"Let's see what you can do."

As she rose her gun she could hear Ashley saying "Leon, can I ask you about something?". She missed the first shot when Ashley asked "Are you two dating?", because her heart skipped a beat and beacuse she had to force herself not to look at Leon's expression.

•••

She should keep her boyfriend on a leash

"You should keep your boyfriend on a leash." she immediatelly stopped what she was doing when she heard the very familiar voice of Ada Wong, the woman who was there the night her life became horrific. "He likes to get himself in trouble."

"He's not my boyfriend." she said her voice becoming higher from the annoyance. "And I'm sure he can make his own decisions."

"He clearly can't if you're still not together." she heard the noises of high heels meeting with the wooden floor from behind her and she was sure Ada was walking towards her.

"Where are they?"

" 'They?' " Ada asked and she hated how her voice was full of pride, meaning she knows more than she does. "They got separeted half an hour ago, so now Leon is looking for the both of you."

She turned around, looking at Ada's features hoping they'll give her an explanation to what's going on. But she couldn't read anything off of her face, it was stone cold with a bit of teasing naught.

"So what, you gave Leon a surprise visit as well?"

"No need to get jealous, he didn't give me the welcome I expected."

"What can you expect in a situation like ours?"

She didn't get an answer to her question.

"Leave the girl and get out of here as soon as you can. So maybe you two can finally go on a date." she almost shouted out in frustration, but stopped herself from doing so just in time. "But please, be brave enough to make the first move, because he won't."

For the first time since forever she became speechless and didn't even think about shooting Ada in the leg when she climbed out of the window.

•••

La misión

She almost punched Luis in the face when he touched her shoulder, scaring her and causing her well trained reflexes to react. She stopped just in time, missing his cheekbone by a thread.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Just Luis, mi amor."

"Do you want to die or something?" she asked, not knowing if she meant it as a threat or as a free life lesson.

"Not really, cariño." he answered as she let go of him and took a few steps backwards. "Now tell me, how is la misión going?"

"What mission? Ashley is fine with Leon-"

"I meant our mission, princesa, how are things going with Leon?"

"Oh my God, why do you hate me so much?" she whispered the poetic question as she hid her face in her palms.

"Any success with the confession yet?"

"Can we just stop talking about my love life?"

"Not really, cariño, since we only share this mission together. After that you're on your own."

She chose not to answer and decided to take a look at her surroundings. The other door was locked, she checked it just before Luis arrived, so she had to find another way around the castle if she wanted to reunite with Ashley and Leon. God, she really hoped they are okay, there are some strong enemies around here.

Five seconds. She left Luis unsupervised for five seconds while she walked up to a window deep in thoughts, and Luis has already gotten bored. And in his boredom he decided to give Leon a call.

"Luis, where are you?" she could hear Leon's slightly annoyed voice through the trasmitter.

"Sorry I, uh, I screwed up." he started in a quite serious tone, but then glanced at her and smiled. "Come to our rescue Prince Charming!"

"I'll show you charming!" she almost laughed at his anger. "Wait, what do you mean 'our'?"

Luis turned the transmitter towards her, so Leon could get a clear view of her standing in front of the window. She just furrowed her eyebrows, having enough of both Luis and the situation.

Leon looked both frustrated and confused as he looked at her. She sent a smile his way.

"I met up with your señorita, Sancho. We might as well continue our adventure together, sí?" he turned the machine away from her. "Meet us in the Ballroom and don't be late! Or I'll be the one asking her for a dance! Nos vemos!"

As she looked at the man acting like a child, the only thought she had was: "I should've punched him straight in the jaw."

•••

The rookie kept his girl scout around

"I see you kept your girlfriend around, rookie."

That was the last fucking straw. The last fucking person she wanted to hear that sentence from. If Leon doesn't grab her hand, she would've shot Krauser in the face - and it's not like she's stupid. She knows it wouldn't kill him, but she'd enjoy the feeling of looking at the damaged muscles on his face.

Luis should be the one teasing them. He should be the one walking with them, telling them every five seconds how cute they are and how beautiful amor is. Not that asshole...

She wanted to shout at him, scream at him in anger and sadness, but Leon's grip on her stopped her in that as well. She looked at his face, questioning why he's holding her back when Krauser killed Luis in cold blood for absolutely nothing...

"Don't let him get in your head..." was all he said, as he kept a firm hold on her and they started to walk among the ruins.

"Oh, you're worried about the girl, is that it?" Krauser asked as he played with the knife in his hands. "No, I don't think that's it. I think you're worried about another girl, am I right? You're worried about your girlfriend even though she went through the same training as you. But that's just like you. You always had poor judgment."

She saw how Leon's jaw tightened and it was her turn to keep a firm hold on him, not letting him fall apart.

"But if you think I'm gonna let you out of here alive... you're even more naive than I thought." she was pushed to Leon's other side, further away from Krauser. "You can't save her. You can't save anyone."

She could feel the tension in his body grow and in a last hopeful chance to calm him down she said: "Come on, Leon. 'Don't let him get in your head.' "

"Or do you think you can save the girl scout?" for a short second their gaze met and she wished she could spit at him from this distance. "We both know she wasn't the best in hand-to-hand combat."

"Give it up, Krauser!" Leon acted on his anger so suddenly, that her heartbeat quickened from the sudden fear. "Being a lackey for these maniacs won't bring your men back. And what the Hell for? Revenge on the goverment? You think they would want that?"

She could feel the cold running through her back, the feeling of close danger sharpened her senses. She kept her gaze on Krauser, not daring to blink, afraid that she'll miss the first attack.

"Revenge? You think I'm doing all this for revenge?"

"Isn't that what this is all about?"

She stopped listening to what Krauser was saying and rather focused on his body language. She saw how with every word he says out loud his shoulders become more tense. Some kind of slight anger was about to overtake him.

So what? Let it. She's always liked to fight him when he was pissed off, because then he made more mistakes.

"You know," she started. "you were always an asshole. At least you were a honored one in the past... now, you're simply just an asshole."

She felt Leon's body tense up at her words and she realized he's afraid Krauser will hurt her.

"Enough reminiscing!" this time he couldn't hide his frustration. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!"

She reacted quickly, pulling Leon behind a broken column long before Krauser started to fire. As she sat there, she pulled out her handgun and then put her knife in her shoe. Knowing their ex-major, she'll need that more, but it's better to use that as a surprise.

"Next time, try not to piss him off."

She turned to Leon with a half smile. "What? You think only you can do that, rookie?"

"Stop it!"

"Come on!" she teased with a small smirk. "I know you love it when that name is coming from me."

Leon couldn't hide how his mouth wanted to form a smile. "I let you call me that. Now let's go and kick his ass!"

"Oh, I feel honored!" she said as she got to her knees and shot her first bullet from behind the column.

•••

Fear makes your heart feel full

She felt like her heart stopped beating for a few moments when Leon fell to the ground and it didn't take more than half a second for her to join him on the floor. She landed on her knees as she pressed one of her hands to her chest tightly, still feeling the pain the machine caused as it removed the plaga. The fear that flooded her mind made her numb, her breathing became heavy as she looked up at Ashley and asked her to help her get him up in the medical chair, so they can get the plaga out of him as well.

And now as she sat next to him, holding his hand as she waited for him to wake up she felt like nothing else matters. She won't take a single fucking step without him.

"He'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Ashley said who has found a chair close to them.

"I know." she muttered and she had to swallow, because her mouth felt dry. "I know he will, I'm just- worried about him."

She examined his features, looked him up and down to make sure he's okay - and when she realized he seems calm and relaxed, she felt like she can breath again. Only moments ago he was in pain. She could see it on his face, the way the muscles around his eyes and nose moved... But not anymore. Now he seems to feel better. His cheeks aren't red and the black veins disappeared as well.

"Ashley?"

"Yes?"

"When- when you thought we were dating... You spoke about this, didn't you? How we take care of each other..." she felt her heartbeat quicken as she muttered the last few words.

"Yes, this is what I was talking about."

She looked at Leon again, feeling the pure need to hug him and keep him close so she could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his body is moving with every small breath.

"I don't think I'd be able to feel like this about anyone else... Not even in a relationship."

She could see the soft smile on Ashley's face and for a moment she saw the both of them in a café back in the USA, talking and laughing about nothing at all.

"He's not just a friend, is he?"

"I don't know. Luis said he looks at me like 'tu eres todo su mundo'. Like 'you're his whole world'."

"I can see what he meant by that." for a moment the atmosphere became sad - Luis was still a new loss and a fresh wound, and with that a still present regret. She should've been more playful instead of being an asshole. "That's how you look at Leon everytime we're at the shooting range."

"He looks good at the shooting range." she said without thinking, feeling her cheeks become red soon after.

"You know, it's hard to find a normal guy these days. I'm happy you found each other."

"So you don't have a nice guy in a suit waiting for you at home?" she asked teasingly.

"No. Not really."

"Well I'm sure we can say that after this messed up adventure you won't need one. You'll look after yourself just fine and you'll have time to find that nice guy." she smiled at Ashley who felt more like a friend by now than the president's daughter.

In the next second Leon's hand moved in her hold and she almost fell off the chair. She stood up instead of staying there and she tightened her hold on him.

"Jesus Christ, Leon!" she spoke up, her voice full of both worry and happiness as she looked down at him. "You pull an act like that again and you'll burry me the next time you wake up."

He opened his eyes, the blue irises full of confusion as he looked up at her while he tried to get used to the light.

"The plaga..."

"We removed it." she said, not letting him finish his sentence. "There's no need to worry about that anymore."

She noticed that Ashley walked further away from them, giving them some privacy even if there wasn't another room to go to. Then her gaze was back on Leon again as she slowly let go of his hand.

"You removed it?"

"Yeah, we did." she smiled at him, feeling like her heart is full - full of so many emotions she doesn't know what to feel. "God, I was so worried about you."

"It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks to you."

They smiled at the other with one of those small, shy smiles what paints everyones cheeks pink.

"Can you stand up?"

"Sure, don't worry about that."

But he couldn't stand up. His legs gave up halfway and if she's not there he would've landed on the ground again.

"Careful. You have to take care of yourself." she scolded him as she helped him up, but didn't take a step away from him even when he was standing with a straight back. She craved the closeness more than anything.

"I'm not the priority here."

"Of course you are! To me you fucking are!" the frustration and worry spoke from her without regret and now that she said that out loud, her breathing became heavy.

"Good to know we feel the same about each other."

They didn't speak for a moment and she couldn't do so even if she tried to, because Leon's right hand gently touched her right cheek; his thumb brushing along the angry red cut she got from Krauser's knife.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It never did."

"Such a liar." Leon laughed as he let go of her face.

"But you love me like that."

"Damn right I do."

For a few seconds she forgot how to breath and her chest started to ache, ache from all the bottled up emotions and the realization that he said that out loud. He said that out loud. Her eyes started to sting - God, she's such a weak girl, just like Krauser said in the past; crying over the things she shouldn't cry over...

"You do? You-" she took a deep breath before she continued. "You love me?"

The silence set in again, neither of them daring to speak up. She noticed how Leon shied away from her gaze and how her own heartbeat became dangerously fast.

"Of course he does!" Ashley's voice came so suddenly that she flinched, getting closer to her partner, because she forgot Ashley was still in the room with them. "And if he doesn't take you out on a date when we get back home..."

No one said anything else about that. Leon just pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost giving her a heart attack whille he did so.

"Let's get out of here, yeah? So we can go out on a date..."

She didn't miss Ashley's quiet 'Finally' after they parted. She couldn't miss it even if she tried to.

As they got ready to leave, she noticed that her heart feels full. Full of love, love to give and accept. After all, love is a beautiful and natural thing and she for sure won't be afraid to look at Leon like he's her mundo entero. Not anymore.

[ann1-wr1tes]

ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ

° You came? You called...

° You came? You called... (part 2)

°Catch these hands!

°Save a Horse, ride a Cowboy

°Babydoll, you need some Rock n' Roll!

°Tiring exams

°Personal Secretary~

°NSFW Alphabet

》 ʟᴜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀʀᴀ

°NSFW Alphabet

》 ᴀꜱʜʟᴇʏ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

°With a s/o who accidentally makes creepy puppets hc's

》 ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴊɪʟʟ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ

°Too tight?

》 ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

》 ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀᴀ

°𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝...𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

[birdie123au]

The Green Light

pairing: leon s. kennedy x reader, leon s. kennedy x ada wong

Great Gatsby AU (unrequited love, not actually requited love, angst w/ happy ending)

Amid the glamour and tension of university life, you finds yourself falling deeply for Leon Kennedy, a friend whose heart seems forever entangled with the alluring but unreachable Ada Wong. As Leon's obsession leads him down a path of self-destruction, you struggle to hide your feelings, hoping he'll finally notice the love and loyalty you've always had for him. In the wake of a life-changing accident, Leon is forced to confront who or what truly matters.

When you were younger, your father had sat you down on his lap and told you that wealth is an unimaginably powerful thing. When you’re offered chances in life, you best believe you should take them . What to a child was the concept of “wealth”? You used to imagine it was a giant room in the back of some new-money mansion filled with enormous piles of gold stacking higher than the eye could see. You came from humble origins. Your father, a midwestern farmer, had taken pride in what he referred to as “honest work”. Some of your fondest memories of your youth had been sitting on the wooden porch swing in your backyard watching your father drive his tractor through the fields. Your mother, the daughter of a banker from Georgia, would come through the creaky screen door and remind you to come inside before you overheated. Her southern draw on the word “burn” would stick in your mind many years after you left that old farm of yours.

Telling your parents you wanted to move to Racoon City to pursue your degree came as a shock. You had spent your entire life in your small, rural town. Your mother opposed the idea of moving to such a large city, stating that there was no way you would survive such a large change. Your father simply shook his head before placing his hand on your mother’s thighs. With that she conceded. 

The drive into Rockefeller College, one of the most prestigious universities in the midwest, felt like driving into an alternate universe. Sitting in the back of your father’s pick up truck, your mother verbally recounted her disgust with seeing the number of Teslas or Range Rovers that were lined up by the curb. You were immediately reminded of your status: a country bumpkin with a full ride scholarship. The move into your dorm was no better. Your roommate, a girl named Mikayla, was the daughter of a wealthy family from the northeast. Her half of the room had already been set up by the time you set your foot in the door. Her minimalist, sad-beige aesthetic would certainly look dull compared to what your mother referred to as the ‘90s bedroom’ look you were going for. Mikayla was a sweet girl, but the moment she suggested you should all grab lunch at Machiavelli’s Steak and Winery you were immediately made aware of a key difference between the two of you.

Saying goodbye to your parents was the hardest part of all. Your mother sobbed, holding you tightly as though she would never see you again. Your father simply patted you on the head before grabbing hold of your mother’s hand, leading the two of them out of your new home. After coming to a consensus on a more affordable place to eat lunch, you and Mikayla stepped into the hallway of your dorm, waving hello to your new neighbors. As you entered the elevator, you noticed you had the company of two young men, most likely new students from the floor above. 

“Hey,” said the taller of the two men, “My name is Chris.”

“Hi!” Mikayla said happily, “I’m Mikayla and this is Y/N, we're roommates.”

Chris nodded his head politely. “I’m Piers, we’re roommates too,” he said with a smile as he pointed at Chris.

“You both headed to lunch?” you asked. 

“Yeah, we were thinking about checking out the dining hall, but there's a good deli down the street that looks pretty good,” said Chris.

“No way!” Mikayla shouted, “McEvan’s? We’re headed there too.”

Chris laughed, “Awesome.”

———————————————————————————————————————

The conversation amongst the four of you at McEvan’s had been polite small talk. Lots of What’s your major? Where are you from? and What classes are you taking this semester?

By the time your meal was served, a patty melt with no tomato, you had moved onto slightly less general topics such as extracurriculars and hobbies. It was then that you and Chris discovered a shared love of horror games, psychological ones in particular. 

“Did you bring a console here?” Chris asked, taking a bite of his chicken wing. 

You laughed. “Fuck no, Mikayla and I have such a small room. We’re next to the RA. We can barely fit two beds and a desk in there.”

“That sucks,” he said, “You should totally swing by our place at some point. I brought my PS5.”

“I brought my Wii,” Piers chimed in, “We could play Mario Kart together or something.”

You noticed how Mikayla’s eyes lit up as soon as Piers seemed to be on board. “We’ll definitely be there,” she said, “If there's nothing else going on tonight we could definitely stop by.”

“What else would be going on?” Piers asked, seeming genuinely confused.

“Functions, bro,” Chris nudged his roommate, “And you’re right, there's not going to be any going on during orientation. Once the upperclassmen get here though, that's another story.”

“Are the parties here good then?” you asked.

“You have no idea,” Chris responded with a smile, “A family friend of mine goes here– she says that's the reason she loves it so much.”

Later that night you and Mikayla did exactly as you– well she said. The four of you crowded around Chris’s surprisingly large TV, dressed in pajamas and eating greasy popcorn, watching intently as he played the Silent Hill Two remake. Each time there would be a scary scene, Mikayla would cling to your arm with a scream. You had spent a total of four hours in the boys’ room that night. 

Your group of friends established a routine during orientation week. You would wake up, go to the dining hall for breakfast, go to whatever orientation lecture was required for the morning, eat lunch under the giant fruit tree, attend the afternoon lectures, eat dinner as a group, and then go to Chris and Piers’s room to play video or watch shows until midnight. You were lucky, you thought, to have found such a good group of friends so early on into school. 

When you told your mom on the phone about your friends, she was very proud of you, saying how lucky you were to have a great friendship with your roommate. The summer leading up to school, she would often tell you about her nightmare roommate freshman year, and how she nearly transferred from the University of Alabama. However, as a traditional southern lady, she was slightly alarmed by the fact that two of your closest friends were men. You assured her you had zero interest in either of them, but Mikayla? You weren’t so sure. 

“Well I’m not worried,” your mother said, sounding worried, “Just make sure you pick a good one, okay?”

“Yes ma,” you rolled your eyes.

“I love you, hunny,” she said.

“I love you too.”

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Just as Chris said, by the time orientation week ended and the upperclassmen arrived, campus life went from dull and boring to bustling and bright. However, instead of going to a function, you found yourself in the backseat of an uber driving thirty minutes off campus across the river and into the suburbs of Raccoon City. 

Chris had talked all week about taking your friend group to meet his family friend, Ada Wong. She was a junior meaning she was allowed to live off campus with her fiance, Albert Wesker. You spent a majority of the car ride trying to recall where you had heard the name “Wesker” before. By the time you arrived at the lavish, Greco-Roman style mansion, you remembered. Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, the largest pharmaceutical company in America, was owned by the prosperous, old-money Wesker family. You were shocked Chris had such a strong connection, but when you remembered how his last name was Redfield, as in Redfield Properties, you understood. 

“This place is huge!” Mikayla said as you pulled into the circular driveway with a large water fountain in the middle, “I can’t believe you can live in this area as a college student.”

She then turned to the three of you, “Hey, if there's any housing available, we should rent one as a group for our junior and senior years!”

Chris and Piers laughed, nodding their heads. You laughed too, but for different reasons.

When you arrived at the front door, there was no one to greet you. Instead, Chris simply opened the door, motioning you all to follow. The interior was grand and luxurious, straight out of a bourgeoisie home owners magazine your mom used to have lying around the house when you were little. You tried to hide your astonishment but your mouth was agape. Mikayla laughed, closing your jaw with her hand. 

“Come on!” she whispered to you, “We’re having roast goose, apparently. I want to sit next to Piers!”

The two of you ran through the house while holding hands before finally catching up to Chris and Piers. If you thought the inside of the house was luxurious, you were sorely unprepared to see the backyard. Flower, trees, and marble statues created one of the most beautiful gardens you had ever seen. Chris led you all to the pool, larger than your bedroom, that had floating lilies and flowers. Next to the pool was a dining area underneath a series of marble columns. Behind it all was what looked to be a greenhouse with someone standing inside.

“Chris?” you heard a distinctly feminine voice call out, “Is that you?”

“Yup, it's us,” he responded, “Here, follow me guys.”

The greenhouse was filled with beautiful, tall plants. The floors were a light birch tile with a floral design scattered throughout. Each of the walls was made entirely from a slightly tinted green glass. When you finally got to the center of the room, you saw her.

Ada Wong was absolutely gorgeous. Although she was sat, you could tell she was a tall, slender beauty. Her black hair was cut and styled into a perfect face-framing bob. Her porcelain skin was flawless and her makeup was light and airy. The justs of wind from the open windows caused her red dress to swirl and flutter through the air. It reminded you of that one Marilyn Monroe photo. When you made eye contact, she smiled.

“Chris,” she stood up, the sound of her red-bottom heels hitting the tile floor echoed in the room, “It’s been a while.”

“It has,” he said, pulling her into a hug, “Mrs. Wesker.”

She laughed, you couldn’t miss how her voice was slightly strained. “And you must be Chris’s little friend group. Let me guess… Piers, Mikayla, and Y/N.”

Ada pointed to each of you as she spoke, correctly guessing the order of your names. 

“Yup, that's me,” Piers joked, “It's nice to finally meet you.”

Ada hugged Piers before turning to you and Mikayla.

“Aren’t the two of you beautiful,” she said, “It always warms my heart to see such smart young women.”

Mikayla didn’t miss a beat and went in for a hug. Eventually Ada turned to you, pulling you into a soft embrace. She smelled like expensive perfume. She smelled expensive.  

“Now, you four, come with me,” Ada said, “The duck should be served soon. It would be a crime to eat it cold.”

When the sun set and the meal was served, the backyard was lit with beautiful, warm lighting. Albert Wesker had finally made his appearance. Your first impression of him was that he was… odd. Smart, rich, and successful, no doubt, but something about him rubbed you the wrong way. Firstly, he wore sunglasses at night. Secondly, he was dressed as if he was about to go on a spy mission. And finally, he was harsh with his words.

“So,” said Albert, “What do you kids plan on majoring in? I know you mentioned pre-med, Chris, how about the rest of you?”

“Public Health,” said Piers, giving a polite smile to Albert. He then turned to Mikayla, who got her wish and was sitting right next to Piers.

“I’m thinking Art History,” she said, “Maybe Literature, I’m not too sure.”

All eyes then turned to you. “Economics,” you said.

Albert smirked, “How ambitious.”

The conversation continued but you couldn’t help but feel Albert Wesker’s condescension in his reply. It felt the same as when you told your counselor you would be applying for Rockefeller University. Amused but insulting. Other than that, you thought that dinner had been going relatively well. 

That is, until Albert’s phone suddenly began to ring. Miranda Psych Class was the name of the contact that appeared on the phone. Chris’s smile dropped and Ada’s face went from jovial to disappointed.

“Excuse me while I take this,” Albert said.

“You should really stay,” Ada pleaded, standing up to grasp her fiance’s arm, “It would be rude to leave our company. If it's about class you can tell her to text you about it later.”

Albert yanked his shoulder, effectively escaping Ada’s grasp. “I said excuse me while I take this fucking call, Ada.”

Your eyebrows shot up at his words. Mikayla dropped her spoon in shock. Piers choked on his bite of food. Chris then stood up from his seat, stepping a mere couple of inches away from Albert.

Just like that Albert declined the call and sat down. Not without intentionally scoffing at Ada and Chris. 

“I don’t have time for your antics, Redfield,” he said, “Now sit down and enjoy your dessert.”

Chris rolled his eyes, his face a mix of anger and disgust, but he nevertheless obliged. Ada said nothing. She sat down, taking a large sip of her red wine.

The six of you attempted to enjoy the rest of your meal in peace. Still, it was hard to ignore the invisible seventh attendee, as Albert’s phone would not stop ringing for the rest of dinner.

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“Should I wear the white top or the pink one?” Mikayla asked you, holding both options out for you to see.

“I like the pink one,” you said, “The crop is cuter.”

“Piers?” Mikayla turned around to where the boys were sitting on her bed, “What do you think?”

Piers looked up from his phone, slightly flustered as he looked at Mikayla who was in nothing but her underwear and bra. “Umm, I agree with Y/N, the pink is good.”

“Awesome!” Mikayla cheered, “I’m assuming you think the same, Chris?”

Chris threw her a thumbs up without ever looking up from his phone. The four of you were getting ready for your first college party. The dinner party the night before had been awkward. The four of you hadn’t spoken much about it. You, Chris, and Piers had already been dressed for the past twenty minutes, and had spent the rest of the time attempting to help Mikayla choose her outfit. Piers had used his fake to buy you all some liquor and pomegranate juice. You were sipping on it now.

“I still can’t believe you bought Smirnoff,” said Chris, “I mean really man? Do you want us to be hung over tomorrow?”

“How was I supposed to know it was shitty vodka!” Piers threw his arms up in defense.

Mikayla laughed. “Just buy Tito's next time or something.”

“So where exactly are we going again?” you asked, taking another sip from your drink.

“We’re going to Rutherford Hall,” he replied, “Kennedy’s hosting.”

“This better be as good as you’re saying it's gonna be,” Piers said, making a disgusted face after he drank another sip of his drink, “Or I’m gonna be disappointed.”

“Trust me,” Chris said, “Kennedy hosts the best parties. Like actual parties too, there's gonna be dancers and a whole bar and shit. He’s got a pool table too!”

“Bro, we better play tonight,” Piers said.

“Obviously,” said Chris, “Once we get there, we’re going shot for shot.”

“Count me in!” Mikayla said.

“So is this Kennedy guy famous or something?” you asked.

“Pretty much,” Chris replied, “He owns basically all of Rutherford Hall. Dude’s loaded. He’s one of Ada’s friends from high school I think.”

“Guys!” Mikayla cried, “The Uber’s almost here, we should start heading down stairs.”

With that the guys got off the bed, Piers helped you to your feet.

“Cool,” you said, “I wanna meet him. Think you can point him out to me?”

Chris laughed as he opened your dorm door. “Hell no. I’ve never even met the dude. He’s like a mystery.”

“I like mysteries,” you said softly.

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Rutherford Hall was one of the off campus housing options still in the city. From your understanding, it was owned by a small group of frat boys who had enough money to afford such expensive housing. The dorm looked more like a classic New England style home. White painted wood, large shutters, and large white columns, it was beautiful and ginormous. The lawn was filled with college kids dressed in short skirts, crop tops, shorts, and polo shirts. 

Stepping inside to the home transported you into a stereotypical movie about the 1920s. Dancers dressed in tiny little outfits were scattered across the main foyer. In the kitchen was a makeshift bar being manned by an actual bar tender. Judging by the amount of good quality alcohol that was being offered for free, this Kennedy guy had money to throw away. The four of you each grabbed a shot of quality vodka, downing it on three. 

“Yo, Redfield!” cried a voice from behind your group, “The rest of the teams out back.”

Chris was on the rugby team, no surprise there, but you haven't seen him spend much time with them outside of practice. Chris gave you all an apologetic look.

“I’ll be back, guys,” he said, “I’m just gonna go say hi.”

“No worries, man,” said Piers, “Do you guys wanna go explore?”

“Um, obviously!” Mikayla said, clearly starting to get drunk, “First let's take another shot.”

“Say less,” you laughed.

As the shots continued to pour, the three of you grew more and more wasted. You swayed to the beat, feeling warm and drowsy. In your intoxicated state, you had hardly noticed Chris hadn’t come back in over forty five minutes. Mikayla and Piers became more touchy as time went on. They were your friends and you loved them, but God did they have to do that in front of you?

“I’m-uh gonna go pee…” you said, “Don’t miss me too much!”

“I love you!” Mikayla shouted.

“Love you too,” you smiled, “You too Piers. You’re m-my homeboy for real.”

Piers laughed, his hands still tangled in Mikayla’s hair. You stumbled across the first floor, searching intensely for a bathroom. When you finally found a single stall one, it had a line longer than a Disney ride. You rolled your eyes, dramatically pivoting the other direction. 

“Um– excuse me,” you shouted over the music, tugging at the end of a frat boy’s Alpha Sigma Tau tank top, “Where is the bathroom? With no long line?”

The frat boy pointed up the stairs. “Third floor on the left!”

“Thank you!” you said, swaying back and forth as you climbed your way up the stairs.

By the time you made it back down to where you had left Piers and Mikayla, they were gone.

“Well fucking damn it,” you cursed aloud.

In your dismay of being abandoned at your first frat party, you overhear some people talking about how the fireworks were about to start.

“Fireworks?” you drunkenly whispered to yourself, “What kind of frat party is this?”

You walked outside onto the quartz terrace. It was filled with people shouting, socializing, and staring up at the sky. You tried your best to push to the front of the terrace that overlooked the rest of the giant backyard. Leaning the front of your body against the pole, you sighed.

“You doing alright there, old sport?” you heard a low, smooth voice say.

“Huh?” you turned, finding yourself face-to-face with a young man, “Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’m good.”

“Well that wasn’t too convincing,” he laughed, “Your face looks familiar, you don’t happen to have any connection to the Midwestern Farming Association, do you?”

Your eyes widened as a mix of surprise and recognition hit. “Yes, I do. My father’s been a member for years.”

“I thought so,” he replied with a gentle smile, “My father was too, before he passed. I used to go to the yearly showcases as a kid. We must have run into each other, huh?”

“I guess so,” you said, smiling back “That’s so crazy– you must have an amazing memory.”

As you took him in, you realized just how striking he was: his sandy blond hair, the way his blue eyes held yours with an intensity that felt deliberate. He was watching you with a kind of careful attentiveness, his smile perfectly polite yet warm enough to make your cheeks feel a little too warm.

“I’m Leon, by the way. Leon Kennedy,” he said suddenly, catching you off guard.

“What!” you exclaimed, “I’m sorry– wow. You’re the ‘Kennedy’ everyones been talking about all night.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I thought you had known. Guess I’m not a very good host after all.”

“Well, Leon ,” you said, placing special emphasis onto his name, “This is some place you’ve got. It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, umm?” he responded, unsure of how to address you, “How did you find out about it? Assuming you didn’t just overhear someone else talk about it.”

“Y/N,” you said with a laugh, “And no, I actually heard about it from one of my friends. His name is Chris Redfield, apparently he has some upperclassman friend who goes here. She might be here tonight, who knows.”

“Chris Redfield?” Leon asked, shock evident in his voice, “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about Ada Wong, would you?”

“Yes, oh my gosh!” you said, “Wow, this is so crazy! I can’t believe you know her too.”

“Did you see her tonight?” he continued.

“No, not tonight,” you said, “But we had dinner with her and Albert Wesker yesterday.”

Any ounce of excitement in his face fell. “I see.”

“Y/N! Y/N!” you heard Mikayla’s unmistakable voice holler at you, “We’ve been looking for you everywhere! We’re headed home– Chris was playing beer pong and broke the table! We gotta go!”

“I’m sorry,” you turned to Leon, who began to laugh again, “I should get going.”

“Wait a second,” he said, grabbing your arm as you turned to leave, “Y/N, can I have your phone number?”

“Huh? Oh, sure.”

And so you scribbled your phone number in your sloppy, drunken state onto his arm with a sharpie from his back pocket.

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The next weekend, you were back at Rutherford Hall. Another party hosted by the infamous Kennedy.

The atmosphere of the party was buzzing: people laughing, music blasting, cheers from the crowds gathered around the various pool tables and countertops. You were already a few drinks deep, feeling an increased amount of courage and confidence. Leon was sitting at the bar. You had no doubt that half of the people sitting around him had no clue they were that close to the host of such a lavish college party.

“Wow, Mr. Kennedy sitting by himself at the bar,” you said, tapping him on the shoulder, “I didn’t take you for the quiet type.” 

Leon chuckled, motioning you to sit beside him. His eyes had a gleam of mischief. “I can do loud,” he said, “I just don’t want to make too much of a scene.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re afraid to embarrass yourself,” you said with amusement, “I’ll have a vodka cran please.”

Leon raised his hand, signaling the bartender to hold off on making the drink. “I’ve never been embarrassed a day in my life.”

“Oh really?” you leaned in, lowering your voice, “Then why are you standing here all by yourself trying to look mysterious?”

“I’m not mysterious,” he said, “I’m just trying to enjoy the view at my own house, so watch it, freshman.”

“I was talking about the party, not me,” you placed your hands on your hips and gave them an obviously exaggerated shake. Leon laughed, though it was hard to tell if it was out of genuine amusement or pity in your heavily drunken state.

“Fair enough,” he said. 

“I don’t get it,” you said with a sudden shift in tone, “For a person who's always throwing large parties, you seem like you don’t like large parties. Like at all.”

“Would you want to go somewhere more private to continue this conversation?” he asked, “It’s getting a little loud in here.”

“Okay, but no more bullshit, Leon,” you said, “I want to know your truth.”

“Deal.”

The two of you walked through the crowd, a fair amount of distance between you. As you weasled your way through the tight spaces you prayed that you wouldn’t run into your group of friends. This conversation was about to get a whole lot more interesting and you wanted to hear every last bit of it. Leon ended up bringing you through the entire backyard to the dock. It overlooked the river that surrounded Racoon City. 

“So, what’s your deal?” you said.

“My what?” he responded.

“Your deal,” you affirmed.

“I know, I’m just kidding,” he laughed at his own joke, “I think it's because of people like you.”

You raised your brows in confusion. “What?”

“Why I host these things,” he said, “You’re the type of person that makes things more interesting without even trying.”

“Anyone ever told you that you’re quite the charmer, Kennedy?” you said, “Can I ask you something a bit more personal?”

He nodded his head. “Why do you always ask so much about Ada Wong?”

“I figured you’d ask that sooner or later,” he said, “Ada– well, she’s complicated.”

“Hey!” you playfully punched his arm, “I said no bullshit. That answer is total bullshit.”

He chuckled, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of resignation. “Okay, maybe you’re right. Ada and I go way back—she’s... she was important to me.” He looked away, his expression unreadable. “Do you see that light? The green one across the bay?”

You squinted your eyes. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

“That’s her house right there,” he said, “She’s over there. So close but… always out of reach.”

“So that’s what all of this is for, huh?” you asked softly. “These parties, the constant crowd, the noise. It’s all just... a way to reach her?”

He gave a slight nod, then looked back at you, his gaze steady. “I thought maybe she’d show up one day, or maybe that someone in her orbit would walk in and give me some kind of sign.” His tone softened, and he chuckled, though it sounded almost bitter. “But maybe all of this– maybe I'm just trying to find someone who actually sees me, who’s here because they want to be.”

“Damn that’s… sadder than I thought it would be,” you said, staring at the green light, “But it makes sense, I think. It’s caring and Ada deserves someone like that.”

The two of you remained silent, gazing at the mansion across the bay. Ada was Leon’s green light. So where did that leave you?

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The library was quiet. You, Chris, Piers, and Mikayla were sitting at a table for four, each working on your own independent work. You were attempting to finish writing a paper for your Introduction to Early European History, but the constant sound of your phone buzzing was distracting you.

*Buzz

“Is he still texting you?” Mikayla asked, clearly annoyed.

“Yeah,” you said, trying not to smile as you picked up your phone again .

“Block him,” she said.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because all he does is ask about Ada,” she said, before moving closer to you and lowering her voice, “And you clearly like him. It’s not healthy.”

“I do not,” you said, “Besides, I’m trying to play matchmaker. Wesker is a dick and Ada deserves better.”

“You heard what Chris said,” she responded, “It’s not your choice to make. Besides, Ada is your friend too. Don’t be sneaky.”

“I’m not!” you whisper-shouted.

“Can you two shut up,” Chris said sarcastically, “We’re trying to study here.”

The four of you feel silent again, returning to your work.

* Buzz

“Oh my God!” Mikayla threw her hands up in defeat.

Chris sighed, slamming his books shut. “I’m seriously going to beat him up the next time he throws.”

Piers laughed awkwardly, rapidly looking between Chris and Mikayla. 

“Shut the fuck up,” you said, “Start studying before I beat you up.”

You picked up your phone, sending a final text to Leon.

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Leon S. Kennedy

…so I guess what I’m trying to say is, I want to see her again. Properly, this time.

Wow. Just like that?

I don’t think “just like that” sums it up. It’s been years, after all. A whole lot of time to wonder if she even remembers me.

Trust me, she does. A meeting would be… well, poetic, you know?

Exactly. Something simple but meaningful. Think she’d go for it?

Hard to say, but you’re a host, aren’t you? You do things in style. Maybe just start with a familiar setting, like a quiet café or even somewhere… scenic?

Like the gazebo out back? Or maybe somewhere with just the right flowers… that sounds almost too much like a book, doesn’t it?

It’s perfect, though. A little mystery, a little drama—it’s exactly how you’d want to see her again.

I knew you’d get it. So… would you help me set it up? I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’d owe you big time.

You don’t owe me anything. But yeah, I’ll help. If this is what you want, I’m in.

You’re a real friend, you know that? 

Glad to be of service. When are we doing this?

Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7. Just… be ready.

Consider it done. And Leon?

Yeah?

I'm excited to see you again. For what it’s worth, I think she’ll be thrilled to see you again.

Thanks. Here’s to hoping.

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“You done?” Chris asked.

“Yes, Chris,” you sighed.

He cracked his knuckles. “Good, let's go to dinner soon.”

After the typical chicken dinner at the dining hall, the four of you split up to go back to your rooms to shower and finish some last minute homework. You and Mikayla were wearing your matching Christmas pajamas, even though it was September, that she had bought for the two of you last weekend. The elevator ride up to Chris and Piers' room was familiar. It took less than three minutes for the four of you to be reunited again. When you entered the room, Chris was on the phone with Ada. 

The four of you, minus Mikayla who has swim practice on Sundays, were supposed to meet for dinner this weekend. You prayed it wouldn’t be awkward after what you and Leon planned for tomorrow. Once Chris got off the phone, he flashed you a thumbs up. No words had to be exchanged, you and Mikayla had already taken your place on the carpet near the TV. Piers sat next to Mikayla. He seemed to get closer and closer to her with each passing day. When Chris finally joined the group on the floor, he turned on the console.

“Until Dawn?” he asked.

“Noooo that's too scary,” Mikayla said, cuddling up between you and Piers. 

You smiled, pushing her off of you playfully. “Yes, Mikayla, we need to finish the game sooner or later.”

* Buzz

“Or, we can play more Mario Kart,” she continued.

* Buzz

“Sorry, the controllers are still dead,” Piers frowned.

* Buzz

“You two still haven’t charged them?” I asked.

* Buzz

“Why don’t you go charge them, Y/N?” Chris suggested sarcastically.

* Buzz

“Turn that off!” Chris and Mikayla shouted over each other.

You winced. “Sorry.”

You put your phone on Do Not Disturbed, but not before noticing the twenty-seven missed texts from Leon. What the fuck?

Opening the text conversation, you were greeted with a wall full of pictures of flowers and Leon desperately asking which ones you liked most. This was going to be a long night …

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“Why do you look so nervous?” Chris asked, throwing a pillow at your face. You and Mikayla had created a small pillow fort in the one available corner of your tiny room. Piers and your roommate were out doing God knows what, so that left you and Chris together one on one. This wasn’t entirely unusual– you had gotten used to Chris’s presence outside of a group setting.

“Leon’s almost here,” you said, “It’s freaking me out.”

“What are the two of you doing?” he questioned, eyebrows raised.

You sat up in your bed, unable to hide your emotions. “Chris, can I tell you something? You can’t tell anyone.”

Chris put his phone down, suddenly looking equally as serious. “Yes. Is everything okay?”

“I’msettingupLeonandAdaonadatebutI’mtotallyfreakingoutbecauseI’mscaredofWeskerandAda’sreactions,” you spilled, unable to catch your breathe. 

“Woah woah, slow down, Y/N,” Chris got up from his pillow fort, sitting beside you on your bed, “Wait, why are you setting up Leon and Ada.”

“Well, in all honesty, I don’t like Albert. The way he was acting… rubbed me the wrong way. Ada is a friend and I want what's best for her, and– um.”

“And?” 

“I’ve been talking with Leon a lot,” you admitted, “He’s dorky and funny and he's a great friend. He cares about Ada a lot and I want him to be happy.”

Chris sighed, placing his face into the palms of his hands. “When I was in high school, my sister asked me to drop off one of her CDs to the Wong’s house. I was too young to drive, I was fourteen. I was always scared of Mr. and Mrs. Wong, the Wong Credit Enterprise is a huge cooperation, you know? Turns out, I didn’t even need to go inside. Ada was in the driveway, sitting in her white mustang. There was a blonde guy in the front seat who I had never seen before. The two of them were clearly talking about something important. I left pretty quickly, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

After a moment he continued. “I found out later from Claire that the guy in the front seat, Leon, was her boyfriend. They met at the country club: Ada was the member and Leon was the busboy. After his dad died he apparently moved back east. I don’t think the two of them wanted to break up, but they never got back together. When Ada got engaged to Albert the Wesker and Wong families threw a huge party. Long story short, Ada got a letter from Leon, got super drunk and flipped out– she said she didn’t want to marry Albert afterall. Her dad pulled her aside and the last thing I heard was that Ada kept the engagement but tore up the letter.”

You took several moments to process the absolute information dump Chris had placed on you. Leon had told you he and Ada had a past, but you never knew how serious it was.

“Why are you telling me this?” you said softly.

“Because I don’t think it's a good idea,” he said, “Ada is marrying Albert. Leon needs to move on.”

* Beep

You didn’t even need to read the text message to know: Leon was here. You and Chris stared at each other silently, words did not need to be exchanged. As you stood up to leave, Chris gave you a sad smile before sitting back down in the pillow fort. Walking to Leon’s car felt like walking to your own doom. Leon drove a Range Rover– the newest model. Rolling down his window, you were immediately met with an expensive, mahogany smell.

“Hi,” he smiled warmly.

“Hi,” you returned the gesture.

Stepping into the car, you put your seatbelt on. Leon was silent, his grip on the steering while tightening with each passing moment. His knuckles were turning white. The moon was barely visible due to the dark, thick clouds in the sky.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Leon’s voice cracked slightly. You turned towards him, seeing the stress in his furrowed brow. His eyes were focused on the road ahead, but you're not so sure he was paying attention.

You smiled softly, reaching out to place your hand over his own. “You’re going to be fine, Leon. Just be yourself.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know if I can. I’ve waited years for this. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this… exposed.”

This time it was your turn to laugh. “Exposed? You’re the Leon Kennedy– you’re somebody worth being with. She doesn’t get to change that.”

“You’re not nervous?” he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.

“A little. Maybe more than a little. But I’m here for you above all else. If you need me, I’m here.”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’ll do if she—” He stopped himself, the name stuck in his throat. Ada. You could feel the jealousy stirring in your stomach, trying your best to mask it.

You put a smile on your face, gripping his hand even tighter. “We’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it.”

“We’re in this together, right?” he asked.

“Hell yeah,” you responded, “I’m like the best wingman ever.”

His laugh was genuine, hearty. “What would I do without you?”

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When you arrive at Leon’s gazebo, it was already filled to the brim with flowers. Each of the flowers in the photos he had sent you that you had hearted were in the room. When you recommended them, you didn’t expect him to buy the entire stock. You were amused, though a little scared. Who on earth has this much money to blow on flowers for just one afternoon?

“So, Ada’s coming here at 8:30 for tea, right?” Leon asked, anxiously rubbing his hands together.

“Yup,” you responded, preoccupied by the flowers, “Jesus, Leon, you look like you robbed a flower garden.”

“Do you think it’s going to rain?” he said, “Because if it’s going to rain we– we should just call this whole thing off.”

You snapped out of your flower drive daze. Stepping towards Leon, you placed your hands firmly on his shoulders. “Leon, a little bit of rain won’t be a problem. You should really sit down, you look like you’re going to pass out. I’ll… umm work on finishing up the food for the tea.”

Leon let out a breath of relief, his blue eyes looking entirely exhausted. “Thank you, Y/N. I really mean it.”

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When the clock struck 8:45 Leon looked as though he was about to throw himself into the river and never return.

“She’s not coming,” he said, pacing around the room, “Of course she’s not! Why would she be–”

You heard the unmistakable beep of Ada Wong’s black Porsche Panamera. She was here– late probably because of the rain and traffic. Leon’s face went blank. In a moment, he had left out the back entrance of the gazebo.

“Leon? Leon! Where are you–” you sighed, “God damn it.”

You met Ada outside the gazebo, ushering her inside under your cheap umbrella you had bought from the dollar store.

“Just give me one second,” you smiled, concealing your panic at Leon’s sudden disappearing act. And– nope! He was nowhere to be found. You were internally kicking yourself. You rested your head onto the front of the refrigerator, groaning internally.

Ada, who you imagined was as confused as ever, had likely taken a seat amidst all the flowers suffocating the room. “Oh goodness,” you overhead, “Maybe she really is in love with me.”

You laughed, feeling an ounce of relief knowing that at the very least you would have a nice evening tea with a dear friend. So you grabbed the tray of finger sandwiches, scones, and small desserts and set it on the table next to the kettle.

“Here, allow me,” Ada offered, pouring you both a warm cup of tea, “Now tell me, Y/N. Why did you ask me for tea all by yourself?”

You mentally prepared a bullshit response to give her, but just then the back entrance of the gazebo slammed upon. Leon walked through, completely drenched. When Ada and Leon made eye contact, you could practically see the fireworks. It was like a scene out of a movie. You felt sick to your stomach.

“I’m… gonna give the two of you some space,” you said before taking your cheap umbrella and leaving out the front door.

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When you returned to the gazebo after the rain had stopped– maybe an hour after you left– Ada and Leon were holding hands. Ada had clearly been crying, evident by her red, puffy face and crumpled tissue in her other hand. Leon was absolutely beaming.

When Ada’s chauffeur came to pick her up, you saw the two of them share a brief, yet passionate kiss. As you watched from inside the gazebo, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had made some sort of mistake. No– Leon and Ada were both happy. That’s all that mattered to you.

Over the next couple of months, Leon and Ada’s secret meetings became a full blown affair. You watched Leon drift further away, his attention drawn to the woman who always seemed to remain just out of reach, wrapped in mystery and promises. Each party and late-night conversation left you feeling more hollow, though you tried to hide it beneath smiles and reassurances to your friends. Chris, Piers, and Mikayla could see through you. No matter how many times they would try to convince you to take a step back, you just couldn’t do it. Besides, Leon had already done that part for you.

One Tuesday afternoon while walking back from your Intro to Philosophy class, you finally ran into him. As the two of you moved to speak, his excitement was palpable. “Ada’s leaving Wesker. She told me she’s finally ready to move on.”

Your heart ached. This time not out of pure jealousy, but also concern. “Leon… are you sure?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well… I talked with Chris a while ago and he told me it's a bit more complicated than that,” you tried to explain gently, “Leon, I don’t think Ada’s going to leave Wesker. It’s not just about her.”

His smile faltered. “Why can’t you just be happy for me?” he asked, a flicker of irritation in his tone. “Ada isn’t like everyone else. She means this.”

You didn’t have it in your heart to argue with him. “Okay, okay, I trust you.”

“You’re a good friend, Y/N,” he said softly, “Thank you for always looking out for me. Um, this weekend I’m having lunch at the Wesker house. You and Chris should join, make it less awkward.”

You nodded your head, giving him a hug goodbye without saying another word.

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The uber ride with Chris was certainly awkward to say the least. He wasn’t happy when you told him who the guests at this lunch would be, but Chris was a good friend, so he went with you anyways. It was supposed to be a formal event. Chris was wearing a Tom Ford suit that was likely worth more than your entire wardrobe and furniture combined. You, on the other hand, were wearing a simple sundress that your mom had sowed you. It was light and airy and always managed to make you feel like a princess. You wore it almost every time your mother dragged you to church senior year. Still, you couldn’t help but notice how underdressed you looked sitting next to your best friend. You looked like a poor country girl.

Lunch was served in the backyard in the garden. Ada was already sitting out there when you arrived. She wore a red, silk Versace dress with a slit down the side. She looked as expensive as ever. When Leon arrived, he too was wearing an expensive suit. His hair was slicked back. He looked so handsome, so rich . He and Ada looked perfect together.

“Welcome to my garden,” Ada greeted you all, “Care for some wine?”

“Sure,” said Chris, his arms folded. He had a hard time hiding when he was upset.

“I’ll take a glass,” you said, fiddling with the silver ring your father had forged for you for your eighteenth birthday.

Ada got up from her seat, pouring both you and Chris a glass of expensive red wine. When she walked closer to hand it to you, you caught a whiff of her floral perfume. When Ada turned back to the table, she poured a third drink: whiskey. Without Leon having to speak a word she handed it to him.

“Some whiskey for you,” she smiled, “Just how you like it.”

You downed your cup of wine quickly, pouring yourself another. This was going to be a long lunch. By the time Wesker had arrived for the meal, you were already three glasses deep. Chris was concerned, to say the least. Leon told you to slow down, but it was clear where he was focussing the majority of his attention. When you all took a seat, you were in between Leon and Chris. Ada sat next to her fiance on the opposite side of the table.

You could practically feel the nervousness radiating off of Leon. He was gripping the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white. This was a telltale sign he was freaking out even if he otherwise appeared calm and composed. You silently placed a hand on top of his, giving it a light squeeze. Leon turned to you with a soft smile. Tea sandwiches were served. Leon and Ada were not breaking eye contact. Way to be subtle guys , you thought, rolling your eyes.

Wesker finally broke the silence, looking directly at Leon. “You look tense, Kennedy,” he said smoothly, his voice like ice. “Something on your mind?”

Leon cleared his throat, letting go of your hand. “I wanted to talk to you about Ada, Wesker.”

Chris tensed in his chair, seemingly knowing what was to come. You turned to Chris, unable to stand the sudden tension that filled the garden.

Wesker laughed, leaning back in his chair with a mocking smile. “Oh really? Tell me, Leon, what is it about my fiance that concerns you?”

Leon’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t look away. “Ada and I have a connection—something that goes beyond whatever arrangement you two have.”

“Oh Leon,” Wesker said, “You are so young, naive. Do you really think a little connection is enough to change her mind? Ada and I understand each other in a way you never will. In a way someone from your background never will.”

Leon let out a frustrated sigh, his face growing angrier by the minute. “She's leaving you, Wesker.”

Ada’s expression faltered, her eyes darting between Leon and Wesker’s. When she opened her mouth to speak, Wesker shot her a glare.

“Is that so,” Wesker said, “Well then, Ada. Care to share your plans?”

Ada remained silent, her gaze shifting to the table. He leaned forward, his voice barely a whisper. “Ada… tell him. Tell him you want out.”

Leon got no answer. Instead, Wesker smirked. “Well then, I suppose Ada will be staying here with me afterall. Why don’t you take your leave, country boy?”

Without another word, he stormed off toward the driveway, his expression a mixture of hurt and anger. Ada jumped up, hesitating before following him out. You shared a look with Chris, heart pounding. Wesker watched them go, his smile returning as he took a sip from his wine, unaffected.

“We should probably go after them,” Chris whispered to you, “Think you can walk?”

“Oh please, I’m not a blackout drunk,” you said, attempting to crack a joke. Rather than sounding humorous, you sounded terrified.

You and Chris raced off from the gardens, running through the massive Wesker residence like there was no tomorrow. When you made it to the front door, you could see Leon and Ada having an argument. Leon got in his car, clearly ready to drive away. Ada opened the driver's door and effectively pulled Leon out of the car. A few moments later, it was a sobbing Ada who got into the driver's seat while a devastated, tipsy Leon sat in the passengers. When the car drove away, you could tell something was wrong. 

“She shouldn’t be driving that car,” you said, “Did you see how fast she was going?”

“We should go after them,” said Chris, “I’m going to call her, tell her to pull over.”

You started to panic. “I’ll call Leon. Wait, we don’t have a car! How are we gonna go after them?”

“Allow me,” a familiar, cold voice came from behind the two of you. Turning around you saw Wesker with the keys of a BMW in his hand. Without any other choice, you and Chris followed him to where his car was parked. Leon and Ada weren’t picking up their phones.

The drive was eerily silent. The only noise was the sound of phones ringing, desperately trying to reach Ada or Leon. It wasn’t too difficult to follow their path. Leon had made you give him your location at a party once, worried you would be too drunk to get home safe. In turn, he gave you his location and so the three of you used that to track them down.

As Wesker’s BMW sped through the winding roads, you stared out the window, hands clenched together so tightly they hurt. Chris sat beside you, his phone still ringing as he tried Ada again and again, his expression darkening with each unanswered call. Wesker remained silent, seemingly unbothered despite the wild chase for his possibly endangered fiance.

Finally, your phone buzzed. It wasn’t a text message or call from Leon, but rather an update on his location. The pin hadn’t moved for several minutes. Your heart skipped a beat.

“They stopped,” you said, your voice hardly above a whisper. Chris glanced at your screen, his eyes widening. Wesker gave you a nod before speeding up the car.

Another few sharp turns later and you arrived on a long, windy road next to a gas station. There was a sleek, dark car that had crashed up against the guardrail. You screamed. Before Wesker had even had the time to fully park the car, you had gotten out, Chris following closely behind you. 

“Oh my god,” you cried. Chris cursed under his breath. He had already pulled out his phone, dialing 911. 

Through the shattered windshield, you could see Leon. He was slumped over, unconscious with blood dripping down his face. Ada lay in the driver’s seat, her face pressed up against the airbag. Her eyes were barely opened, you could tell she was in a lot of pain.

“Leon!” you screamed, desperately grabbing the passenger door handle. You tried to pull it open but it wouldn’t budge. You pounded on the window. “Leon, please, wake up!”

“Stay back,” Wesker ordered, his voice as calm as ever. He pulled you away from the car to where Chris was standing, still on the phone with the 911 operator. Wesker took out his phone and called Ada’s father, colding relaying the details of his only daughter’s crash.

“Leon…” you said, your head starting to spin. You grabbed onto Chris’s shoulder for support, feeling a sudden weight in your legs. When your vision began to blur, you fell to the floor, completely unaware of what was happening.

“Hey–hey!” Chris shouted, his voice sounding distant, “Stay with me, Y/N!” It was already too late. His words faded, replaced by a rushing sound in your ears, and the last thing you saw was the flash of blue and red lights approaching before everything went dark.

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You sat in the lobby of the hospital, your hands clutched around a small, hot vanilla latte. Chris had stayed beside you the entire time, buying you some food and something sugary to drink after your fainting spell. Hours passed before you were allowed into Leon’s room. Chris went to Ada’s alongside Wesker, her family, and some other school friends. 

When you entered the infamous, popular Mr. Kennedy’s hospital room, you were the only one in there. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was a middle aged man sitting in the corner of the room. He had dark skin and wore overalls. He reminded you a lot of how your father dressed when working on the farm. His expression was stern and his arms were folded tightly across his chest. Leon laid in his bed, bruised, pale, and asleep.

You made contact with the mysterious man in the room. He stood up from his seat, walking towards you. “Hello, miss,” he said, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, um,” you stammered, “Leon is a really good friend of mine. I’m just coming here to check up on him…”

“You wouldn’t happen to be Y/N, would you?” he asked with a small smile. You nodded your head in confirmation, “My son has told me a lot about you. My name is Marvin Branagh.”

“Your…son?” you asked, confused. Leon had told you on multiple occasions that both of his parents were dead. Especially his father.

“Adopted son, yes,” Marvin smiled, “Raised him ever since he was a little boy.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, eyes darting back and forth between Leon and Marvin, “Leon told me you were, well, um–”

“Dead?” Marvin asked, still smiling, “He just loves to tell that to his new little rich friends. I haven’t a clue why. I’m very much alive and well.”

“Oh, that’s um…confusing?” you said, your eyebrows raised. Why on earth would Leon lie about that?

“I’m going to head to the cafeteria,” said Marvin, “Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee, a snack?”

You sighed, taking a seat next to Leon. “Maybe a fruit cup, if they have any. Thank you, Mr. Branagh.”

“Marvin is fine, and don’t mention it,” he responded, “I’m just glad my boy has at least one good friend around.”

As Marvin left the room, you fixed your gaze on Leon. You watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. He looked peaceful.

A few moments later, Leon stirred, his eyes fluttering as he woke from his nap. He squinted, disoriented, before his gaze settled on you. His expression softened, and he managed a small, weary smile.

“Hey…” he said.

“Hey yourself,” you leaned in, giving him the softest hug you could manage, “I thought you were dead. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

“Ok,” he said with a small laugh, placing an arm onto your back, “Um, is she…”

“Ada is fine,” you said, pulling away from him yet still staying close, “Chris, Wesker, and her parents are with her now. Marvin stepped out of the room to go get a snack.”

“Marvin?” Leon asked, turning his face to the side with shame.

“Yeah,” you said gently, brushing a piece of his hair back behind his ears, “Leon, why did you lie to me about him?”

He sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “Because he’s a reminder of where I come from. The small-town boy with nothing special about him, raised by a guy in overalls on a farm. I thought…” He swallowed. “I thought that part of me was something I needed to leave behind.”

“For her?” you asked, “I don’t get it. Why would you pretend to be someone you’re not?”

He looked at you, an intensity in his blue eyes that caught you off guard. “I thought if I became someone different, maybe someone like Ada would see me as enough. But the harder I chased after that the further away it seemed to get.”

You bit your lip, tears beginning to prick the corner of your eyes. “Maybe that's why we shouldn’t be friends anymore.”

Shocked, Leon attempted to sit up. He winced in pain, slowly lowering himself back down after his outburst. “I don't…why would you say that?”

You summoned every ounce of courage in your body to tell him the truth. “It’s because I like you Leon. Not as a friend. And watching you blindly chase after this girl who doesn’t see you for who you are– who won’t appreciate who you really are, it just hurts. I can’t do it anymore.”

Leon was silent. He studied your face, a mix of surprise and something else you couldn’t quite place on his face. Then, he slowly reached over, placing his hand over your own.

“Thank you,” he said, “Thank you for being here for me. For helping me realize that I don’t need to be ashamed of who I am. You’re a good person, Y/N.”

You squeezed his hand, a bittersweet feeling falling over you. “The past is who you are, Leon. You don’t have to let it define you, but running away from it is just as dangerous.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on your joined hands. “Maybe it’s time I finally learn to live with that.”

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“It’s beautiful,” Leon said, holding one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, “I forgot how much I missed drives like this.”

For winter break your sophomore year, your parents invited you and Leon to spend a few nights at their farm. It took a lot of begging, particularly towards your mother, for your parents to allow you to bring your boyfriend. You were nervous for them to finally meet, sure, but you knew Leon was the type of guy that you could bring home to your parents and have them love. You weren’t worried.

“Yeah, it reminds me of when I was little and my dad used to take me on night drives in his truck,” you said, “It seems like farm, but I kinda love it, you know?”

“For sure,” Leon responded, yawning after the long day of driving, “Marvin used to take me out on his tractor to my neighbors farm. Me and some other kids used to catch fireflies together.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “That’s so sweet. Oh, here you can pull up into that grass patch over there.”

Leon opened your car door, offering you a hand as you stepped onto the snowy, grassy land. “Fuck, it’s cold,” you said with a shiver, “Don’t talk that way in front of my parents, okay?”

“Noted,” he laughed, taking in his surroundings, “Damn, I’ve missed places like these.”

“Well, yeah,” you responded, “I still don’t understand how you got rich enough as a teenager that you could just move to whatever city you wanted.”

Leon winced, gripping your hand tighter as the two of you approached the front door. “Don’t mention. Seriously, do not mention it.”

You laughed, pounding on your parents door. “Ma! Pop! We're here!”

The door swung open almost immediately. Your mother was wearing one of her hand sewed dresses with a cooking apron in front. She was absolutely beaming. “Hi my loves!”

She pulled you into a warm hug immediately, rocking the two of you back and forth. She then turned her attention to Leon, pulling him into an even tighter embrace before they exchanged hellos. “You must be Leon! Oh my goodness, aren’t you a handsome one! Come in, come in, you must be freezing! Y/N, go fetch your boyfriend one of pop’s sweaters. He’s going to catch his death.”

“Okay ma,” you laughed, giving Leon a sympathetic smile as your mother dragged him into the small dining room to meet your father. “Good Lord.”

After fetching Leon a coat, you walked into the dining room to see both of your parents sitting next to him, completely enthralled with him. Your mother was smiling wider than you’ve seen her smile in a while. Even for you! Your father, on the other hand, contained his excitement a bit better, but you could still tell he was over the moon.

“You kids must be starving,” your mother said, standing up from her chair, placing her hands on Leon’s shoulders, “Let me go get the food. I made brisket and potatoes!”

“Lemme go grab some drinks,” your father said, “You like Bud Light, Leon?”

“Yessir,” your boyfriend responded, “I’m good with just about anything.”

“Attaboy. You like the sound of that, Y/N?”

“Yes, pop,” you greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek. You took a seat at the table, the one farthest from Leon, funny enough. The smell of your mother’s brisket made your mouth water. When both your parents returned, you immediately dug in. Everything was as delicious as you remembered. 

“This is fantastic,” Leon said, “I haven’t had this good of a brisket in such a long time.”

Your mother dabbed her mouth with a paper napkin. “I’m flattered. I always try to make my best brisket whenever Y/N brings someone over.”

“That little friend of yours, Piers?” your father said, “That kid nearly ate the entire damn animal.”

“That was Chris, pop,” you responded, “Piers is a vegetarian, remember?”

“I thought that was Lydia?” he said.

“Mikayla?” you corrected.

“Oh hush,” your mother interrupted, “You’re always causing drama, Todd.”

“Me?!” your father answered. And thus started a playful bicker between your parents at the dinner table. Leon was smiling the entire time, especially when one of your parents would call upon him for input.

After dinner, your parents set up a small fireplace outside to watch the stars. It didn’t take long for your mother to go inside and sleep, complaining about the cold. Your father followed shortly after, mumbling about having to get up and work tomorrow. When it was just the two of you, Leon moved to your seat, holding you in his arms. 

“The sky is so clear tonight,” he said, his blue eyes illuminated in the fire. He pulled you in for a kiss, his lips cold, “I’m so glad we’re here.”

When you were a child, you imagined wealth to be a safe full of gold higher than the peak of Mount Everest. You desperately chased after it, believing it would give you all the happiness in the world. However, now wealth meant something completely different.

Being wealthy meant having game nights with Chris. Being wealthy meant going on morning walks with Piers. Being wealthy meant going to the mall with Mikayla, even if that meant watching her shop while you snacked on a cheap pretzel. Being wealthy meant having Sunday brunch with Ada and Wekser. Being wealthy meant spending time with your aging parents.

Being wealthy meant having Leon by your side no matter what.

“Me too,” you said, “I’m so happy right now– I feel like I’m richer than you.”

With that, Leon held onto you a bit tighter. You smiled, staring up at the glittering sky. "I love you," you said.

"I love you too."

[nyctophiliq]

love is not enough. — ada wong.

a/n. this got a lot longe than i expected, pardon the length, hopefully the story is enough for it oh and be aware, it's angsty angsty. thank you for reading !!!

the room was quiet expect for the rhythmic tapping of rain against the windowpane. a dim lamp flickered weakly in the corner, casting long shadows across the room. the air between you and ada was heavy, thick with words left unsaid for too long.

"i don't love him anymore."

ada's words sounded like a confession, but you remained still. you stood opposite corners of one of the castle rooms, it was a small room but even the small gap felt like worlds apart. you stare at your hands, fingers gripping the knife in your hand, knuckles white.

"yet you are still with him." your voice was calm, but the strain was evident. your eyes remained fixed downward, unwilling to meet ada's gaze.

"please, understand-" ada stepped forward, hand reaching out for you as if to bridge the ever-growing chasm between you. but you shifted away, the distance once again growing.

"understand what?" your voice was sharper now, cutting through the fragile tension. "you say you don't love him. you say you love me. you say you've made your decision but you're still with him." you finally looked up, yes dark with frustration, with hurt that had been building for months.

ada swallowed hard, her throat dry, "it's not that simple. you don't know what it's like-"

"not that simple?" you interrupt, disbelief laced through your words. you take a step towards her abruptly, pacing a few steps before turning to face her. "do you think it's simple for me? sitting her, waiting for you to choose me while you're tangled up with someone you say you don't love?"

ada was silent, guilt weighing heavy on her chest. she wanted to speak, to explain, but every excuse felt hollow in the face of your raw honesty.

"i'm willing to wait for you," you continued, your voice softening with reason, but the hurt was still there. "to give you the time to figure this out. but not while you're still with him. not while i have to sit here, wondering where you are, who you're going home to at the end of the night."

ada felt the sting of those words like a punch to the gut. she opened her mouth, but no words came. instead, a thick silence hung between the two of you, the kind that could break something irreparable.

"i love you," she finally whispered, barely audible.

your eyes softened for a moment, your expression flickering with pain. "love is not enough," you say, your voice almost breaking. "if it was, you'd let me love you without begging. without making me feel like i'm the second choice."

ada winced, feeling the weight of her own decision. the truth was, she loved you- more than she could ever explain. but leaving the familiarity, the comfort of her current relationship no matter how cold it was or that it was falling apart, was terrifying.

"what do you want me to do?" she asked, voice trembling. "just walk away? leave him and everything behind?"

"i want you to choose!" the words burst from your lips, raw and unfiltered. "choose me. choose us. but you can't do that if you're still tied to him. it's like you're holding onto a ghost, and it's suffocating us both."

ada's expression faltered, the fight draining from her, voice cracking as she spoke. "you think this is easy for me? i have built a life with him, it's not just love, there are memories, and promises."

"is that what you want?" you shot back, frustration boiling over. "a future with someone you don't love?"

the rain outside intensified, pounding against the windows as if urging you both to face the storm raging within. ada's shoulders slumped, and you could see the struggle etched on her face, turn between the safety of the known and the possibility of a different life with you.

"i need more than just words, i need you to choose me. not because you're scared of being alone, but because you actually want to be with me." you shake your head, head hanging as you fought back a wave of emotions. you took a deep breath, attempting to steady yourself, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

"i can't wait forever, ada." you said quietly, as if the admission alone had drained all of thee fight from your body. you turned away, trying to gather your remaining thoughts, to reclaim the composure that felt so easily lost.

as the silence deepened, ada stepped back, her hand falling limply to her side. you could see her breathing quicker, the internal battle evident int he way her brow furrowed and her lips pressed together. it was like watching a storm gather, every moment taut with tension, as if the very walls of the castle might collapse under the weight of your words.

you could feel your heart breaking at her pleading eyes, but the anger and hurt had formed ashield around you, preventing you from closing the distance once again. you took a step towards the door, feeling the cold draft swirl around you, reminding you that outside this room, a world awaited, one that didn't include this constant hurting.

"when you figure it out- if you figure it out that i'm worth the risk- maybe I will still be here. but i'm not holding my breath." you glanced back at her one last time, the desperation in her eyes echoing the conflict within your own heart.

the heavy door creaked shut behind you, sealing in the unresolved love that hung in the air like a decomposing corpse. the rain pattering against the window with such aggression that you could hardly tell if it was your heart or the weather being so loud.

you paused for a moment, your back against the cool wood of the door, fighting against the swell of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. there was nothing in you that wanted to end whatever you and ada had going on, the love on your side was truthful, and everything you had to give, you gave it to her. you wanted to stay, just a little longer in the bliss that you couldn't feel so often now that everything has been crashing on you like a waterfall, to just stay a little longer despite the investable.

you pushed off the door, taking a shaky breath as you moved down the corridor. each step echoed your internal struggle- one part of you wanted to run back, to throw your arms around her and whisper promises of love that would chase away the fears. but the other part, the stronger part, whispered the truth: you could not be the second choice in someone else's story. you needed to be the first, the only one, just like how she was in yours.

[cybunii]

LAST CHRISTMAS !!

a/n: this was sitting in my brain and I dont know if i like it but HERE ANYWAYS its also so short SRRY-

pairing: Leon kennedy x Gn!reader

cw: just sad reader ?? with angst

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It had been a year since you last saw Leon. 

A tragic ending when he decided that he didn’t want to spend Christmas with you, but instead wanted to chase after Ada.

You spent months picking out the perfect present for him, carefully listening to everything he said to ensure you picked the best possible present.

He always whined about not liking Christmas, that he hated decorations, parties, and overall just everything about it. 

(He changed his mind after he saw how happy it made you)

You had your own traditions, baking special desserts, adding your family’s topper for your tree, and decorating the inside and outside of your house. 

It may have been small things, but it was nice to do regardless. 

You wanted Christmas to be special for Leon.

It didn’t matter this year though.

He didn’t even have the decency to explain why he left, just a stupid excuse about another important mission. 

He slipped up and mentioned her, saying they had the location and were close to catching her. 

That’s all it took for him to immediately leave, rushing out the door and not looking back, not even uttering a pathetic goodbye. 

You didn’t cry for him to come back, no loud tantrum about him leaving, nothing. 

You figured this would happen. 

He was antsy recently, couldn’t sit down properly without bouncing his knee up and down, not able to look you in the eye. 

Classic Leon behavior. 

You rolled your eyes at that, you hadn’t even given him a second thought and here he was popping back up in your brain again.

It was the anniversary of him leaving.

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Christmas Eve. 

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You had the bright idea to go out today, go to the mall and get yourself a gift, walk around town for a little bit, and just try to enjoy this time of year on your own. 

It was annoying seeing those couples together. 

Holding onto each other and laughing, playing in the snow with their kids, watching the same lights as you. 

You couldn’t blame them for being happy. It wasn’t exactly your fault that you were slightly bitter. 

Well, maybe it was. 

But your bitterness was internal, hurting no one but yourself.

You audibly sigh at that. 

“..when did Christmas get so boring…” you thought to yourself, turning the corner and bumping into someone who felt like they were in quite a hurry. 

“Watch it-“ 

You say, having to look up at the stranger that almost knocked you over. 

“Oh, sorry!” They say, giving you a nervous look. 

“I didn’t mean to bump into you, are you alright?” 

You pause for a moment, you didn’t know if it was your brain just linking things together or you were secretly hoping it would happen? 

But a small part of you hoped that stranger would be Leon. 

You say you’re alright and keep on your way, nodding to the person before stepping out of their way. 

You didn’t miss him.

Not one bit.

But you missed the memories you had together. 

You wonder if he feels the same way, walking around whatever place he’s in, thinking of you?

Not being able to celebrate Christmas without you.

You find some comfort in those thoughts, only temporarily. 

-

You could do things without him, always have. It wasn’t any different with him being gone, you still live your life like normal. 

You did stay in the same place, opening the door to your two bedroom apartment.

One is your bedroom, the other now a storage place.

You decorated it like normal, your tree in the corner with all your favorite ornaments and lights, a stocking hung above the fireplace, a mistletoe hanging on the doorway to your kitchen. 

You weren’t gonna let sadness win this Christmas.

 

Not this time.

You prayed he wouldn’t come back, because you knew you would let him back in. 

Those sad puppy dog eyes he does, begging to come back. 

You hated that you couldn’t tell him no.

Maybe wouldn’t fits better.

You could say no.

But you wouldn’t.

You’d invite him in with open arms, completely ignoring everything he did to you last year.

Who’s Ada? He’s in my house now! :)

But that didn’t happen.

You stare at the Christmas tree for maybe hours, burning those beautiful bright lights into your eyes. 

Nothing in your brain but thoughts.

You blink, finally coming to your senses.

Your eyes drift to the bottom of the tree, a perfectly wrapped present. 

The gift tag reading Leon.

You could never bring yourself to throw it away.

You just placed it in the spare room, cleaning it off before placing it back under the tree.

It was almost sad to see.

-

But you didn’t care.

-

Merry Christmas, Leon.

.

..

…

I miss you.

-

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[quigonswife8]

Saved her first: Leon Kennedy x reader

After he saved her first, you fight.

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A/N: thank you for 90 something likes on my last fic, that means so much to me SOBS. especially since that was the first thing I posted since last year so thank you again.

BTW I'M NOT HATING ON ADA. I love Ada she's one of my favourite characters just for this fic you kinda hate her. I can’t come up with titles i swear😭

Warnings: Angst, sad, fight, implications of more than romance in a few parts.

Gif creds: @leon-jpg

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Ada Wong. The name like poison on your tongue. The red-dressed mercenary, here one minute, gone the next. The woman, always seems to linger, like shadows on a forlorn path.

The first time you and the merc met, you were fixing him up- Leon Scott Kennedy. Ada had walked over a hint of something in those eyes. She eyed you confused, then looked over at Leon a hint of familiarity in her eyes.

They know eachother?

"Hello Leon."

"Ada...." Leon had replied, low and with a quiet grunt. He wouldn't even stare her in the eyes, only keeping those eyes on you, the person he secretly loves. Ada can tell something is going on...her eyes go to his finger no ring, then they fall onto you.

This "Ada" doesn't seem annoyed by you, though you still can't help but feel insecure next to her. She's so beautiful, her outfit clinging to her like perfection, surely Leon loves that...right?

"Well i'll be going." that's it? "see you around.".

The woman gives a wink to both of you before disappearing, and Leon rolls his eyes. He's very cute you can't help but smile a little at his reaction to this woman. Though soon you grow glum and Leon, once he turns to you, notices your change in attitude.

"She's nothing more than a friend to me."

Despite only being friends Leon takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. His blue eyes try and meet yours and when he's successful you note the small smile on his lips. Oh how you wanna kiss those lips so bad...

"Who...is she Leon-"

"We met in racoon." He replies not meaning to cut you off. A sigh follows and he runs a hand through his messy hair, "I was 21 at the time I told you, and she came along and turned my world upside down. As cheesy as that sounds, I liked it...liked how she made me feel. Then everything...stuff happened, and I met you, and I knew I had...found my person."-

-

After that day, one year later to be exact, you became a thing. After a kiss in the rain, his fingers running along your cheek, a question fell from the agent's lips. "be mine?" he'd whispered so softly into your ear, so softly it was almost like he could put you to sleep- not in a bad way, of course.

After spending the night together where he held you so gently and livingly, the next day he woke you up with breakfast in bed. Things only got better after that day, they seemed to be going well. Leon had gotten a promotion, you were scheduled to meet someone big for a job, and on top of that, your romantic life was pretty good.

That was...until Ada returned.

-

"I'm sorry!-"

"What a lie Kennedy.", you snap, scoffing. Dragging yourself to the half-opened supply chest you take some medicine for the headache brought on by him.

"If you were sorry you would have saved me first, not your her."

It's heartbreaking; Leon swore to you that he would always choose you, he made a promise. The two of you had gotten into a serious relationship and yet as soon as she returns it's like the past.

There was a monster. A scary, uneven limbed monster that had treaded towards the three of you. It had managed to disarm you so there was no way to grab the weapon. However it also disarmed her, Leon being the only one with a weapon still. It was choosing between the two of you to kill, you had expected Leon to run over and protect you.

He...didn't . He had run over to Ada first and protected her, while you were forced to watch. It was like someone had stabbed you in the heart and ripped said heart out, that's how much it hurt. Leon realised what he had done...he had looked over and seen your reaction, his heart breaking.

"How could you-"

"I'm sorry!"

Leon repeats, pacing the room. His hand sliding through his messy hair, his eyes to the floor- those eyes that look at you with such love now contain regret and pain.

"I-"

"No."- you cut him off with a scoff, your eyes full of tears. Tugging on the bandage of your right hand you shake your head.

"...no I...I need space-"

"Please-"

The fight only escalates from there. Leon grows angry, the two of you falling into a yelling match yet neither seem to want to say what's said. After the fight you end up storming out leaving Leon behind in tears and anger.

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The house is dark when you return. The memory of playing monopoly the previous evening, nothing more than that- a memory. The stains on your cheeks evidence of the tears that have fallen for the past few hours. The house is cold, depressing, it makes you miss his arms around you despite being mad at him.

Memories of...that fight replay. You can barely even remember half of what was said. In the past, yeah, you've fought, just never this serious. Never in a way that threatened an end to your relationship.

With careful yet shaking fingers you take the phone off the wall and sit down on the leather couch. He used to hold you here, now all that occupies this space is one person- you. With those same shaky fingers you scroll to your photo gallery- your screen becomes wet as the heartbreak sets in.

That day you had been so happy...now you feel like dying.

"Leon!"

You scream into the empty house, sobs wracking your broken body. The phone makes a thud hitting the ground, your knees coming up to your chest. It hurts, you just wish you could go back in time and prevent the argument from happening. Both of you messed up, while you blame him for the whole fight you know you messed up too.

"LEON!"

It's pointless. Leon is never coming back to you, you'll always be lonely....although, only your brain convinces you of this. Leon never said this he only scoffed and treaded to, you're sure, the nearest bar to drown his sorrows.

Pressing your body onto the couch you close your eyes drifting off into more sorrow

Time skip

He should be at a bar, drowning his sorrows in alcohol- that's what usually happens...right? No, this time it's different. He's walking through the almost-desolate store hands full of your favorite things. "it's my fault" he says out loud not caring if he looks crazy right now.

Leon holds back his tears, while walking to the car. The non-motorbike which he would usually have, but ended up crashing, sits in the parking spot. Leon gets flashbacks of all the times you've driven around, his hand in yours, planting kisses to your cheeks.

"I'm such an idiot."

Leon loads everything into the car and hops in. Sighing softly he starts up the car and drives off to your shared home praying that you'll forgive him.

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"I'm sorry."

His hands are around you, practically crushing you. His tears soak the white t-shirt that clings to you, his face buried so deeply. Leon is a mess which is rare since he doesn't like showing these types of emotions often.

"Baby please forgive me."

His hands shake, his heart racing so fast you can feel it.

"...was such a fool, I messed up. I didn't mean to- damn it" and like before he clings to you, except this time it's tighter. Leon holds you like he's holding the world, like if he lets you go then the "world" will disappear. He crushes you not even caring, the fear takes over anything else.

"You hurt me by choosing her."

"I know- I know baby I know"

Leon looks up at you, his lip quivering. He stares at you terrified of losing you. He runs a hand along that same scar, pressing forward to press a wet kiss to your cheek. "...i'll make it up to you I promise, ti amo." Leon brushes his stubble against your cheek- "Ti amo...ti amo tanto."

His Italian makes you swell, even though you're upset with him. It's like he's breaking down your defenses slowly yet surely, yet that fight still lingers. How you found out they slept together, the complicated yet intimate feelings they shared, the way they shared a kiss the night everything changed for him.

"If you really don't love her-"

"I don't! I stopped loving her when I fell for you."

Leon leans closer, wiping the tears from your cheeks- you never realized you started crying. He smiles weakly his hands taking yours.

"I love you. Always, baby."

Leon waits, he waits to see if you'll realise he's right. If you'll kiss him, hug him, hold him like before. The waterworks threaten to spill, you stare at him in silence....there's nothing but silence. The intimacy and heartbreak are the only emotions present right now....and Leon waits.

He waits...waits, hoping you'll forgive him- if you don't, he's not sure what he'll do. In one last attempt he mutters your name...the sound of your name on his lips...finally seeming to break you. With your left hand you raise it and touch his tear covered cheek...and with your right you wipe the tears away.

"I forgive you and I..." You sigh. "I'm still a bit upset at what you did but I...I messed up too. I love you."

Just like that Leon pulls you into a tight, "scared of letting you go" like before, kiss. He causes you to melt into the kiss, kissing back with such love and lust, almost causing a needy whine to fall from your lips. He holds you tight in his arms the kiss drawing out, something both of you desperately needed.

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I don't know how to end fics istg but hope ya'll like this anyways :)

[decaf-mother]

"That character wouldn't say that!!!"

That's your opinion. However, I am fueled by the power of delusion and the need to fuck them. I do what I want and you can't stop me.

[carame1bunny]

Hi, darlings! I have a quick question for you and I would deeply appreciate if you could answer honestly.

If you’ve read any writing of mine, you know that I write in third person, but I feel like it makes my fanfics a tad shallow. And I want to get better, so I can write better fanfics for you:)

So…

[c4qwp]

leon kennedy x fem!reader

I a mistake he made that he cannot erase.

📎 tags: angst, female reader, you're the other woman, ada mentioned, no use of (y/n), cheating, leon being a bitch (whoops)

📎 author's note: this story is really short, s'gonna have 2 chaperd ig, i cried like a bitch whereas i love angst so thihihi i love it :3

chapter one

prologue — a lana song — chapter one

the wind travelled through your thin shirt, caressing your face with a hint of a chill that you savoured dearly. your eyes slowly closed, before peeping back open as shadows swiftly consumed your every inch.

his eyes wandered up and down your face. you notice him and smile at him.

your first meeting.

≻─── ⋆✩⋆ ───≺

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 1

Hey,

I don't really know how to start. I don't know to react; i'm...sad? It's probably not the good term i want to say. I'm still shocked about that.

I hate the way you make me feel— my chest begin to tighten when my eyes lock onto yours, yet I find it merely impossible to look away.

i'm trying to understand what did I do wrong to be cheated on, should I change myself to get you back, or am I too unfair ? Is it because of me that you didn't want me anymore ? I know I'm not that pretty  than Ada, yes i knew it was her; I always knew. But I would have done my best to be the one you love.

We were together for...3 years. I knew that we were getting further and further apart because there was a communication problem. If you got to this point, you were really not happy with me.

I should've asked you if you were okay. If you were happy. Happy to be with me.

I should be the angry one. I am, but I understand your point of view. I don't tolerate cheating but I can understand why you did.

I just have one question.

When we were together, did you think of her ?

≻─── ⋆✩⋆ ───≺

He noticed the traces of slightly bent papers. Tears on the paper, your tears.

he can imagine a fake smile to hold back your tears while writing this letter. your basic perfect and neat handwriting has become shaky.

he just wants to see you again and apologize. hug you and ask your forgiveness. you blocked him from everywhere, your parents do not answer the phone. he keeps rereading the letter, understanding why you felt bad about this story when it was he who was at fault, and who still is.

when you mentioned ada's name, he wasn't surprised. you've had arguments about her before. he received photos of her with a little note on the back with a mark of red lipstick. you hadn't noticed these photos before putting away leon's cupboard where there were 'hidden' photos all under his clothes. you argued but he defended himself by saying he didn't understand why she was doing this.

but you didn't understand why he was hiding those photos. was she so important? more important than you? you did not want to write this. he wouldn't answer and just keep silent. he himself does not know— or he doesn't want to admit it.

a bitter taste settles in leon's mouth. he didn't want to accept the truth, but when you wore red, it reminded him of her. when you called him pretty boy or handsome, you reminded him of her. it was not your fault.

he was in wrong.

'cause sometimes i look in her eyes, and that's where i find a glimpse of us — joji'

[confessionsleon]

i am dooone with that dead dove shit!!!!!!!!! incest and abuse and RAPE are no funny topics to write about!!!!!

it's disrespectful, disgusting and yet ppl excuse this SICK behavior as "coping with my trauma" or "you can write abt whatever you want". idgaf about tumblr having an filter or every fandom doing this or whatever, this is no excuse.

sweetie, maybe you should go to fcking therapy :) get a grip on those fingers of yours and find a better and healthier way to deal with your trauma. writing about such things won't heal you!!!

XOXO gossip girl

[viperrot]

⇁a snake in this garden | leon kennedy.

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x gn!reader angst

in which you find a picture of the woman he can't let go of.

content contains: angst, unrequited(?) love, hurt/no comfort, no use of y/n

937 words

song rec: "just like chet" by laufey

my first work here! this is short, as i am just trying to get a feel for how things work on here :] enjoy below the cut!

You've never once doubted Leon's love for you. You met him when he enrolled in STRATCOM after the Raccoon City incident, and you've been inseparable ever since. After so many nights staying up late over a cup of coffee together, you eventually confessed your feelings to each other after almost eight years of friendship

But things have changed.

Every since the blonde man came back from his mission in Spain, he's been different—Leon's been more distant, staying at work till the late hours of night, and he's even opted to sleep on the couch instead of with you. The bed has been void of his warmth for a few weeks now, and you've missed his touch every second he's away.

One night, Leon comes home earlier than usual. While you laze on the couch of your shared apartment's living room, you're reading a worn-out copy of Dracula, not expecting your dear boyfriend's arrival until later in the night. You look up from the yellowed pages of your paperback novel, eyes wide as you lay your sights on the agent's tired figure. He's slipping off his shoes and lazily unbuttoning his dress shirt, mumbling jumbled words beneath his breath that you can't catch.

"Leon?" You call, your head peeping above the couch. He looks up from his shoes, his ocean-hued gaze locking onto you. A faint smile paints his face.

"Hey, hon," he whispers. Your eyes soften at the sight of him. Leon looks exhausted, his eyebags worse than usual. You're heart ached as you took in his figure. After dating him for almost a year and knowing him for nearly a decade, you knew when he was sick of the world. Leon walks towards your spot on the couch sluggishly, flopping into you to lay his head on your lap. "Missed you..." he whispered, voice muffled into your thigh. You pet the top of his head, threading your fingers through his mildly greasy hair.

"M'right here, Lee," you hush him softly. You missed this—being with him, feeling him, seeing him. Silence filled the living room as you two sat comfortably.

Suddenly, the ex-cop gets up, tugging at your wrist as a silent suggestion for you to follow. You move without thinking, trailing his heels as you two walked to your shared room.

It looked like any other portion of the little apartment—minimalistic, but homey. This was your garden of Eden. The peace from the storm that was STRATCOM. You sit with Leon on the edge of the bed, the ivory sheets creasing beneath your shared weight. Your lover sighs, laying on his back as he relaxes into the mattress. Your hand feathers against his chest as his eyes flutter close, and you figure he's going to pass out in only a few minutes.

As your fingers fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, Leon's breathing steadies. As the seconds tick by, he falls further into sleep, and you can't help but smile at the domestic sight. Ever since his mission to save Ashley Graham, Leon has never looked so at-peace. The visual made your heart melt as a warm smile etched across you face.

"Goodnight, Lee," you murmured quietly, pulling your hand away from his resting figure. You gently get off the bed, body adjusting to the cold hardwood beneath you. You tiptoe out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a little click! before venturing back to the living room. You get back in your seat on the couch, but a little white paper catches your eye.

On the floor is what seems to be a polaroid. It's small, only the size of your palm. You pick it up when you sit down, flipping it around to check its contents.

A woman in red, smiling coyly at the camera.

There's a note written in thin, black sharpie at the bottom. "A gift for you," it says in neat penmanship. Your heart squeezes. You realize that there's a snake in your garden.

You know who this is. Ada Wong, the woman that captured Leon's heart almost a decade ago. You remember your lover saying that she was nothing, that it was just a moment of loneliness in a dark time.

It's clear that wasn't true.

You never considered yourself a strong person. Your duty as an agent was to give intel to your partner, whoever it was on the mission. Much like Hunnigan, you stayed in your office, talking to your mission partner over a communication line, and give them orders depending on the task at hand. It wasn't physically taxing, seeing how you had no military experience.

Ada had everything. She's intelligent and she can fight without breaking a sweat. It's no secret that she's beautiful, too.

"Is this what Leon wants?" You whisper, tears swelling in your eyes as you the picture between your fingers shook. Your lips quivered as your eyes traced the outline of Ada's body. Hourglass, toned, and so very alluring.

Any man in their right mind would want a piece of her, you think to yourself.

You're unsure of what to do with the picture. Do you throw it out, do you hide it, or do you give it back to Leon without question? You decide it best to leave it on the floor, just like you found it.

You get up from your spot on the couch, straightening up your casual attire before walking to the front door. The polaroid is on the floor, and your coat is in your hands.

A walk wouldn't hurt, you tell yourself, ignoring the ache in your heart. Keeping secrets won't hurt either, you lie to yourself.

no hate to ada tho she bad af.

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

After playing RE2R, RE4, and RE6, I can’t stop thinking about Leon and Ada. Their whole relationship both saddens me and angers me (bare with me, I can explain myself)

Um… it’s like 1AM and I really really really love analyzing resident evil. CAPCOM should hire me or something (I’m in desperate need of a job☠️)

Ada is a very mysterious character having known so little about her and her upbringing. All we know is that she’s a mercenary that makes it believe that she’s loyal to her employer when in reality, she willingly betrays Wesker and Simmons.

I don’t like that argument where people say Ada is a bad person because she betrayed Leon—because let me tell you: she didn’t.

I don’t think she 100% betrayed Leon (AND IM TIRED OF HER CHARACTER BEING BROUGHT DOWN AS JUST THAT BECAUSE SHES A REALLY COOL PERSON)

Sure, she got her hands on the Amber and she did kind of take the G-Sample when she fell into the abyss or wtv—but she still has that same sense of humanity she’s always kept.

I’d like to think of her as someone that lives through so many expectations that maybe she doesn’t know what she truly wants, until she met Leon. Leon is the type of guy, just like Chris, who cares so much about the people and keeping the world safe and free of danger. Even though Ada might be working with enemies in the future, she will always do what she thinks is right, hence her betrayals to her employers in the past.

The only reason she betrays everyone is because she betrayed herself in not knowing what she truly wants in the end.

I don’t really ship them (I don’t ship anyone, it makes me feel weird putting two characters together when I can just wait for the official statements) but they do give me that vibe of a “what if” relationship.

“What if?” They can’t indulge themselves in a relationship, sure they’ve hooked up, but how long until either one gets hurt that they can’t bear the thought of seeing the other again. The chase is fun, yes, but they both know that they’ll only get hurt.

It’s like the type of right person, wrong time type of thing but at the same time: is it love or infatuation?

They make me sad because I can’t fathom the idea of loving someone but not being able to be with them. Leon frequently has to choose whether to go with Ada or keep saving the world.

But he never really chooses Ada and Ada knows this just as much as he does that no matter how much you may love someone—you cannot ignore the obstacles thrown your way. It’s time to let go. In RE6, Ada basically says goodbye while Leon keeps her memory.

Idk man I be crying because of them.😔