#also Leon in an archiving job

[vizishereig]

I am working on a small thing :)

aka I'm mixing one of my old hyperfixiations with a new one. So, welcome to me trying my best to mix Resident Evil with the Magnus Archives :D

I have two different versions of this AU, but one is more of a one shot and the other one is more suited for a whole story lol.

but here's a snippet of some of the stuff I've written :D

The fog has been with him for as long as he can remember.

It's been with him through his youth, hiding in his room while his dad bangs on the door. It was with him when his dad fell ill and things were left on him to take care of the two of them. It's with him when he applies for this archiving job, lying on his resume and through his teeth in the interview.

The fog is there through it all.

Leon has come to anticipate it. It's not real, he knows. It can't be. There is no such thing as a fog appearing when someone feels lonely.

And yet, when he's feeling particularly alone, thin wisps and a bone deep cold appears. It's comforting in a roundabout way, and he sinks into the feeling with ease.

It's not comfortable, it's not meant to be. But it's familiar.

The fog has been with him his whole life. He doubts it's going to leave.

[alicerosejensen]

What about uhh Leon with a playful gf? Like in a childish endearing way. A child at heart and likes adventure :D

So, I’m slowly clearing out my inbox and answering old requests. In this case, I decided to make headcanons (I have writer's block).

There are no special warnings. Any version of Leon you want (for me it’s most likely Leon!Re4).

💙 Perhaps sometimes he will be annoyed by your behavior but rarely. His negative attitude will only manifest itself in moments when he is emotionally vulnerable (especially after a mission).

💙 Loves to fall asleep with you under these plush bedspreads but in a dream, he will involuntarily pull it over himself.

💙However, you will not stay without warmth. Leon loves hugging you very much, although you can already sleep, sleep won't come to Leon for a long time, so he will just hug you and look at all these plush toys and various little things that he gave you or that you bought yourself.

💙 I don't think Leon will fall in love with someone who behaves just like a child, but some mischief would give him hope that in this world he has something worth fighting for.

💙 He will buy all these cute stockings to please you.

💙 Leon doesn't really like different adventures because of his job, but if it's something harmless, then no problem. Sometimes he also wants to make a joke and cheer himself up by remembering that he is still a man and not just a slave to the government.

💙 He may sometimes feel uncomfortable in your apartment because of the abundance of toys, but again this is a temporary phenomenon. I'm more than sure that later he will buy you these giant stuffed animals himself.

💙 Leon will always be ready to go to fairs and various festivals with you (provided that he does not eliminate another threat in the form of bioweapons).

💙 If you have a little dog, Leon will even try to get along with him. Maybe he doesn't really like dogs, but from this little miracle he will also be touched and ask you to take him for a romantic walk together.

💙 Without any problems, he will allow you to make all these masks, scrubs, peels on it as a joke and even make some funny photos with you, but on condition that they are stored in personal archives.

💙 Leon will even help you realize your childhood dreams that you did not have time to realize at that time. It may be a small thing in the form of some kind of trip to a place that you have always dreamed of, or a thing that may no longer have any value and usefulness, but you still want to get it since you did not have it in childhood.

💙 He wouldn't have a problem shooting for you in a regular air rifle range, but if you really want to win on your own, then go ahead, baby. At least if you screw up completely, then Leon can save the day.

💙 You may even ask him to let you shoot with his gun (under his supervision, of course)

💙 He doesn't mind when you throw an arm or leg over him in a dream. Over time, Leon will get used to it so much that he will feel uncomfortable sleeping without your body parts on him.

💙 Leon S Kennedy are constantly teasing. This will often lead to him being hit on the head with a pillow, which can eventually turn into a soft battle.

💙 He likes quiet or slightly noisy evenings with you. He likes these old movies with delicious food or some sweets while the movie is on and you're sitting or lying next to him and gently fingering strands of his hair laughing or at least smiling at his ridiculous comments or jokes.

💙However, sometimes while watching, you can seriously start a dispute with him on any topic and take offense at not agreeing with him in opinions.

💙 Although these quarrels never last long.

💙 In any case, he loves you anyway and will most likely be the first to reconcile. Even if you act like a real kid sometimes.

[geddy-leesbian]

Chapters: 1/2

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Jack Krauser, Leon S. Kennedy/Luis Serra

Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Jack Krauser, Luis Serra

Additional Tags: Musician/Actor!Luis Serra, Songfic, Song: Don't Talk To Strangers (Rick Springfield), Infidelity, Blow Jobs, Car Sex, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Rough Sex, Trans Leon S. Kennedy, Knifeplay, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Abuse, Semi-Public Sex, Unsafe Sex, Leon and Luis are both just stupid sluts, Luis Serra Speaks French, Luis gets his dick sucked in a recording booth, Luis also gets bent over a keyboard and pegged, Submissive Luis Serra, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Submissive Leon S. Kennedy, (He's dominant with Luis and submissive with Krauser), Smut, Song: Alyson (Rick Springfield, Lil bit of transhobia from krauser because he's awful in every possible way, Abusive Relationships, Mildly Dubious Consent, Coercion, Eventually leon will leave krauser's abusive ass i promise

Series: Part 1 of Homewrecker Luis

Summary:

Are you really a homewrecker if the “home” you're wrecking is more of a toxic dumpster fire?

OR

Leon doesn't realize he's in a toxic relationship and his boyfriend is bad in bed until he gets a taste of Luis.

[luis-serra-kennedy]

Chapters: 1/2

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Jack Krauser, Leon S. Kennedy/Luis Serra

Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Jack Krauser, Luis Serra

Additional Tags: Musician/Actor!Luis Serra, Songfic, Song: Don't Talk To Strangers (Rick Springfield), Infidelity, Blow Jobs, Car Sex, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Rough Sex, Trans Leon S. Kennedy, Knifeplay, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Abuse, Semi-Public Sex, Unsafe Sex, Leon and Luis are both just stupid sluts, Luis Serra Speaks French, Luis gets his dick sucked in a recording booth, Luis also gets bent over a keyboard and pegged, Submissive Luis Serra, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Submissive Leon S. Kennedy, (He's dominant with Luis and submissive with Krauser), Smut, Song: Alyson (Rick Springfield, Lil bit of transhobia from krauser because he's awful in every possible way, Abusive Relationships, Mildly Dubious Consent, Coercion, Eventually leon will leave krauser's abusive ass i promise

Series: Part 1 of Homewrecker Luis

Summary:

Are you really a homewrecker if the “home” you're wrecking is more of a toxic dumpster fire?

OR

Leon doesn't realize he's in a toxic relationship and his boyfriend is bad in bed until he gets a taste of Luis.

[mikovwrites]

I'm writing a Resident Evil x Reader fanfic right now. It revolves around the tag Lima Syndrome. Can you guess the man? Hint: of course it's Leon Scott Kennedy.

You are a pharmacist and your job has made you quite the fortune and comfortable life as an ordinary citizen. However, you also secretly work as a drug dealer which generates more money than you can imagine. Your life has been comfortable until a certain corrupted policeman with blond hair threatened to expose your secret.

[doyouwanttoseeabug]

Do you like Merlin? Do you like comedies of errors? Have you ever read the Jeeves and Wooster books? If not, would you like to read a story of a rich party boy and his life-saving valet attempting to not get married in the 1920s? Do you think that Morgana and Gwaine could have kinda had a toxic sexy thing going on? Do you like Leon? If the answer to any of these questions is "Yes", then do I have a fic for you!

Merlin, as Arthur suspected, turned out to be a truly terrible valet. Really, a creature less inclined to service had never crawled out of the primordial bog. His sirs did indeed contain many shades of meaning, from watch out, Morgana’s coming round the corner to yes I’ve seen the terrible hat that Lobelia Harrumph is wearing but for pity’s sake don’t mention it. Several of Arthur’s more exciting ties and waistcoats became victims of the fireplace, though Merlin would swear, all blue-eyed innocence, that Arthur had developed a terrible habit of burning the things himself while too tight to remember. He was a tyrant in the matter of cutlery. His hangover restorative tasted of rat-meat and gunpowder, and their effectiveness only increased Arthur’s irritation. He frequently quoted things, occasionally in Latin or French (barely tolerable) and twice in German (which Arthur had quickly informed him was beyond the pale). He flung open curtains with all the cheer and verve of a music-hall dancer removing her blouse. The ears, tragically, remained.  He had also, in the year he’d spent in Arthur’s employ, facilitated two longed-for engagements, broken off three loathed ones (one of which was Arthur’s), successfully repressed a rather cack-handed attempt at blackmailing Gwaine, and fished Leon, quite literally, out of the Thames. There didn’t seem to be a job title that encompassed all that, so Arthur supposed that valet would have to do. 

[awkward-tension-art]

Remain By His Side Chp.9 Constellations

Chp.8

cw: Talk of dead family members, constellations, grief, bottling feelings, Leon needs a hug, chaste kiss

Your family was slowly recovering. Slowly…

The holidays and family gatherings would never be the same.

Where your older brother would drink himself under a table, there was silence. 

Where your aunt and uncle would huddle in a corner, speaking on the phone with someone from Umbrella, there was emptiness.

Where Sherry would laugh and play with your other cousins close to her age, she remained seated, keeping silent. 

Your other family members also knew, but no one said anything. No one wanted to finally point out the massive chasm that was present. You’d say ignorance was bliss, but this wasn’t ignorance. This was just a refusal of acknowledgement. 

Still, You tried not to think about it. 

Especially today, Leon’s last night home before he returned for more military training.

Again.

You’ve gotten used to it. Leon returns for too short of a time and disappears again. 

It hurts your heart every time, but you remain silent. He didn’t need your emotions distracting or annoying him. He needed to focus. Focus on himself. To heal from Raccoon City.

Your parents invited him over for dinner. Your mother loved him. She was treating him a lot like she did you and your siblings. He was another son to her. Someone she hugged and loved the same way she did all her children.

A replacement for our brother, you once heard your younger brother mumble during 4th of July, Our brother dies and mom and dad just grab the closest pathetic military boy they saw.

You hadn’t seen your sister so angry. She was always the calm and responsible one. But that day, she physically lashed out, and your brother had a scar under his eye from the strike.

If Leon knew what happened…

No, you didn’t mention. You didn’t bring it up. No one else did. Not your sister. Not your little brother. 

No one wanted to ruin the atmosphere of the night, so instead, everyone just talked about everything else. You spoke about medical school. Your sister about her job. Your brother about his fraternity. Sherry about her own classes. Your parents about their lives.

Yes. It was perfect. Nothing was missing. No grief was hanging in the air. This was a good family. One that had adopted Leon out of love and care. Not out of a need to replace anyone. 

That's what you told yourself.

“Thank you.” Leon’s voice startled you from your thoughts. You perked up, looking back to see him in the doorway. Your confusion must’ve been obvious because he spoke again, “For…your family. Taking me in.”

“Oh.” you smiled softly and patted the space next to you, inviting him to sit down, “You don’t need to thank me. My family loves you.”

He gave you the smallest grin before plopping down onto your left, “No, I do. I…Don’t really know what else to…” Leon’s voice was soft, but unsure, “I haven’t really had much of a family for a while…” He rubbed the back of his neck, a tick whenever he seemed embarrassed or flustered. 

“You don’t need to talk about it, if you don’t want to.” You gave him a ticket to stop, knowing it may be a deep wound. You knew it's been years since his parents died, but…

Well, how could anyone get over that?

“No, it's just…been a while since I thought about it.” He took a deep breath and looked at the sky.

“Oh.” you didn’t know what else to say. You briefly wondered what would happen if your parents passed. Would you survive? Truthfully, you weren’t sure, currently you were barely holding it together after losing your brother, aunt and uncle.

Your eyes returned to the stars, “Well, I’m still sorry you had to experience it.” You weren’t even sure if those words meant anything. What else could you say?

Leon huffed slightly, “It was years ago. I was a kid.” He shook his head, shifting the topic, “It’s fine. What are you doing out here, anyway?” 

“Fresh air.” you shrugged, “Also looking at the stars. My brother and I used to do this whenever I had something on my mind. Been a while since I've done this though.” 

God, you missed him. Your brother.

“Know any constellations?” The former rookie’s question surprised you. Leon never struck you as someone interested in space. 

With a hum your eyes roamed the sky, “Let’s see…if I remember…oh!” You pointed, “That is Lacerta.” 

“Um..” His confusion was easy to pick up on.

Without waiting, you grabbed his hand and pointed it to the line of stars that formed the constellation, “There.” It made you excited, for a split second you felt like a kid again. 

"Looks like a lizard," your brother said with a smile. 

Your heart ached.

Do not fall apart here. Be strong. For your family. For Leon.

“And…that is Aquarius.” you moved Leon's pointer finger, shoving your grief in a bottle. You’d cry later. Right now, you were happy and calm, “That is Grus.”

You had to be happy and calm.

Leon followed along with what you were saying easily. Or maybe he wasn’t and he just didn’t want to interrupt. Either way, you appreciated the fact that he was willing to listen. You pointed to several other stars and constellations that marked the night sky. 

Perhaps in another life you would have gone into astronomy.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice sounded small and quiet.

You stopped talking and snapped your head to look at him. You must’ve looked like a deer in headlights at the question. But Leon looked flustered, embarrassed. Perhaps even afraid.

His blue eyes, so clear and lovely, were a storm. His blonde hair was messy from the slightly chilly breeze. His hand squeezed yours. He remained silent, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, leaning towards him, “Yea…yea you can.”

He moved slowly, letting you run away. Letting you shoot him down. When you didn’t move away, his free hand drifted to your face and held your cheek. His lips met yours in a soft and chaste kiss.

Under the grief in your heart, you felt joy.

[crowbird]

| FIC PREVIEW ; l. kennedy x gn!reader

CROW'S EDIT: FULL FIC IS UP HERE

CROW'S NOTE: thank you so much to @uhlunaro for enabling me genuinely I don't think I'd have managed to get around to writing this down with out that. Also the absolute earliest the full fic will be out is this weekend, I make absolutely zero promises.

Claustrophobia clung to the archives. A coffin wherein the corpses of documents best left forgotten lay without wake. A shallow grave dug several stories beneath the ground but not deep enough to be a proper burial. The ghosts of misfiled-paperwork past hung over his shoulder as he stood in the doorway, breathing down his neck in the form of the artificial chill of air conditioning. The box in his arm, a makeshift urn laden with papers classified to even the highest of persons, ready to join its brethren amongst the shelves. Dust in the place of ashes as it would sit untouched until the day it met a delayed cremation. No words of the archives must be remembered after all, dust will accumulate but when words are discarded they will leave only ashes.

Leon Kennedy was not sure why he, of every possible errand boy, was asked to run this down to the archivist. Perhaps it was because he was the rookie. Not a rookie, the rookie, once again, although he liked to think the first time didn’t really count. You can’t exactly be a rookie at one’s job when your place of work has been rendered so… sick, it no longer lives. But he was the newest personnel within the STRATCOM’s office, fresh out of training and newly coerced into a government position he did not want.

But that was not why he was here, well, it was. But that’s not why he was in the archives. In the archives, making mildly uncomfortable eye contact with a cat barely larger than his foot. The creature, normal and alive by all accounts he could know, let out a yawn. It’s jaw unhinged in the same way only a cat’s can do, displaying a mouth the same size as it’s torso before returning to form. The cat let out a small mewl before blinking up at him, as if indicating it was Leon’s turn.

Leon’s turn for what? He had absolutely no idea.

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[pocketstoriesstore]

NSFW +18

You found your old job partner. And that’s how it goes on.

“Well, didn’t expect to see you here…”

You had to visit the old office to take some archives for your boss. You decided to make it silently, cuz you didn’t want to see anyone of your old team, including him, who decided to do the very same and take documents of some old missions for his leader, in the very same time.

Leon listened to you, sitting in his old chair. Eyes reading every step closer you took.

“Two years ago you left, didn’t say a word to anyone, so i’m pretty sure you didn’t expect to see me anywhere for the next decades…”

You felt your face melting.

It was good to feel all the frustration in his voice, especially when you thought he wouldn’t care if you were close or far from him. That’s what you used to feel since the last time you both been together.

It was a fast mission and your team was the administrative part of it, so you only got to see each other in the end of the day, like, conversations and stuff, while congratulating him and the rest of the team for the successful mission. You both locked eyes since the first minute of the meeting, ending things in his bed as you both wished for months.

…

After hearing that, you laughed. Accidentally exhaling surprise in your voice.

“Well, i did my best.” You said.

“At what, exactly?”

“Well, i… You know, you had something going on. You and one of your partners, the long haired girl. Cmon, Leon. Don’t be silly. You know i’m not being a freak.” - You finally protested, feeling bored by the soft investigation on your arguments.

“What? what are you talking about? You left me on read for two years because you were jealous of… what are you saying?”- He now was on his feet. “I’ve always tried to get closer, especially when i knew you was about to move. You’d never let me say everything i wanted to, always cutting me off and vanishing. It was all because of that? Impossible!”

“Look, i really have to grab this to Gil, so i have to go. Was good to s—“ Now he held your hand:“No way. You’re doing that again. Being a freak.” You stood static, starring at him in the eyes, no blink.

“Please, it’s all ok. I just have to go” - “You’re getting red. Phill said you still have a crush on me. He said you’d never forgot me. Is that true?” His hand holding your chin, cautiously.

You felt your face chicks burning.

“This conversation is so weird. You must be joking, right?” You awfully tried to simulate a giggle, but was a waste of time.

“Cmon, you just told me you was jealous about someone i was TEACHING!” He laughed, playfully and proud of himself for taking that off of you without even try. “Liz is a friend, she was new at the corporation and i was his leader. We’re actually friends, but she has her own girlfriend. Ain’t it fun? and you say me that… We know nothing about anything in the universe, don’t you think?”

Your face was literally on the floor…

“Do you know what? I choose the perfect day because i didn’t meant do be through anything like that. What the hell are you doing here? What the hell are you telling me?” He laughed more: “Answering your old doubts before you go ahead thinking more and more bullshit, as you did for the last two years. Now tell me if Phill was telling the truth. d’You like me?” He was seriously looking into your eyes. He was a little uncomfortable too, you could judge, but only because he had to go on since he played about that.

“I don’t have to answer that.”

“Ok.”

You stared at each other.

“I’m sorry for making this uncomfortable, I also wasn’t prepared to see…you. Anywhere, but here?… impossible.”

“I missed you so badly, Leon. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to bother you, so i avoided any gossip, and choose to keep those thoughts to myself. But i still miss you. I think about us every single day, every time. I’ve been so fucked up about it. But hell i missed you. In my days, our hellos and goodbyes and our e-mails, the meetings in the parking and everything. I miss your skin on mine, Leon. Are you happy now?”

“I miss all of that since the day we kissed for the first time. I miss you a lot. I’m fucking serious, girl.”

He got even closer and held your neck strongly in his embrace. You left every paper cautiously in your table and held him back, tightly. His nose shoved in your messy hair, and his heavy arms pressing your body as if you were about to vanish in any moment.

“Never, ever, do this to me again. Let me know things. Be mine, please. Please.” He said, kissing you hardly.

“Leon-you said in a whisper- Phill was so fucking right.”

And then he said in a groan, while searching for your bare skin underneath the fabric of your skirt, cuz you made the way easier for him to go on: “I know that, love.”

[jester-creates]

Chairman Rose in the Tma au. He is a former victim of the Extinction turned Avatar for it. Even if he doesn't really realize that.

He had an experience with the Extinction when was younger. During it, he saw the future where the energy crisis he is so worried about in game happened, but much sooner and much worse than the scientists he had talked to said. What he saw was disastrous. A ruined Galar. The things he cared about gone.

So he vowed that he would save Galar. No matter what it took he would save his home from what he saw. Which is what led him to the stuff with Eternatus and the wishing stars.

Also Leon had an encounter with the Spiral when he was young which is why he is like that in this au.

And Leon may also become the Archivist post his Champion defeat. (Yes Jon is around but he's not going for Archivist again or by the time he actually gets to Galar when he gets back from reuniting with Martin in Unova, Leon had already been hired as Archivist. And the most he could do is be an Archival assistant or some other position in the institute.)

The reason why Leon applied for the job is because of a mixture of reasons. He had originally first gone to the institute to look for Rose's Statement, then he found out that he was related to the founder of the institute, one Professor Laventon, and then he also had a lot of free time after he was no longer champion. So he found out there was an opening for Archivist and since he had nothing better to do, he applied for the position.

[charcuteriecrab]

what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? (Part 7)

a Resident Evil fanfiction

For @aussiepineapple1st

Rating: M (18+)

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries, gore (?), sex

Tags: pre-relationship chreon, post-vendetta, major character injury

Word Count: 1970

Part 7/7 Part 1 <- Previous

Mrs. Canta stepped up to their table, still shorter than them when they were sitting, and placed two menus as well as some napkin-wrapped silverware. She asked what they wanted to drink and Chris ordered an orange juice. Leon ordered the same but also got a coffee. 

When the woman stepped away, Leon smirked at Chris. "So the renowned BSAA captain likes orange juice?"

"It's the superior juice, Leon, also you ordered it too." He gestured to him.

"I never said it wasn't good." Leon would have ordered alcohol if he could but he wouldn’t be allowed to drink it for a while. Plus they didn’t seem to serve anything besides red wine. Orange juice would have to do. Resisting the urge to sigh, he leaned back, glad he had put the sling back on. It helped with the pain. 

A silence spread between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Leon enjoyed the soft buzz of soft conversation from the rest of the room and the hum of the lights above them. He found himself thinking about Claire. He wished that their friendship wouldn’t have gone the way it had. He cared deeply for her, but after their disagreement in 2007, he hardly ever saw her, and they never really talked unless it was about Chris. Her absence left a guilty weight on his chest. It was his fault, after all, he didn’t put in the effort to stay in touch after their jobs got so busy.

“How’s Claire been?” he asked suddenly. He was too nervous to ask her himself before.

Chris looked up at him, surprised, then gave him a small smile. “She’s been good. I’m glad she was able to visit us in the hospital. I don’t know what I would have done without her.” He was silent for a moment, pondering. “You know…you could always give her a call if you wanted. She was really worried about you.”

Part of Leon doubted Claire was actually that worried, but she probably did care about him a little if she came to see him, even if she was there mostly for Chris. “Yeah…sure. I’ll give her a call later, maybe.” 

If he could work up the courage that is. Leon turned his attention to the menu, avoiding Chris's gaze. They had a modestly-sized selection, but everything they had sounded pretty good. They even had waffles.

Chris also looked over his menu, not seeming to pay that close attention. Maybe he already knew what he was getting since he had been there before. "That sounds great, I'm sure she would appreciate that."

Leon wasn't so sure, but he would do it regardless.

Mrs. Canta came by again, their drinks in tow. The glasses clinked against the aged wooden table, orange juice bright orange and pulpy. The color reminded him of the sunrise from earlier when Chris was still asleep, although the sun was well above the horizon at this point, the light streaming through the windows slightly less bright than before. He could see a few people walking down the sidewalk, but otherwise, it was peacefully empty.

"What can I get you boys this morning?"

Chris spoke up first. "I would like the triple stack chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon, please."

The woman nodded, smiling, then turned to Leon expectantly.

"I would like the toast and eggs, sunny side up with bacon and sausages." It sounded heavenly . He hadn’t had a good bite to eat in what felt like years. Luckily, his appetite wasn’t like it was the night before. The spaghetti was good, he wished he could have eaten more, especially since Chris made it.

She nodded again. "Alrighty, anything else for you two?"

"No, I think we're good, thanks," Chris smiled.

They then slipped into casual conversation, talking about Rebecca, embarrassing shit that Claire had done, and their jobs. It was really nice. He hadn't had the opportunity to have an actual conversation with Chris outside of whatever mission they were on and he was greatly enjoying it. He didn’t get the chance to hang out with friends often, and he had an even harder time making friends to begin with. A lot of people thought he was mean and unlikable, some called him annoying. Sometimes it was just easier to act cold.

But with Chris, it felt like the chill that always followed him was gone, melted away. He looked at Chris and it felt like a soft summer heat hugging him, a slight breeze holding him up and keeping him afloat. He finally felt like he had something to keep him going, the knowledge that someone cared.

Their food came and Leon practically devoured his, Chris following suit. The older man’s pancakes were plate-sized and fluffy, covered in whipped cream, strawberries, and maple syrup. His bacon was crispy, almost too crispy for Leon’s taste, the pieces crumbling in the man’s hand. Leon’s breakfast spread came, one barely-cooked egg laying on top of two crispy pieces of toast, the yolk, seasoned with salt and pepper sliding across the whites. His bacon was cooked to perfection, slightly chewy but not overcooked enough to melt in your mouth immediately like Chris’s and the sausage was fried deliciously as well. They both focused on their food, not speaking much until they were both finished.

He had to give it to Chris, this breakfast was some of the best food he had ever had.

The sunlight began to fade away as they ate, the sky clouding and casting a shadow over the earth. Leon didn’t mind it too much. The cafe was just as warm and comfortable regardless of the weather outside. A pitter-patter of rain began to fall, splattering on the window, the water streaming down the glass until it pooled at the bottom. Leon sucked in a relaxing breath, his ribs twinging at the movement, and watched Chris over the lip of his coffee mug. The man was finishing up the last bit of pancake, scooping up as much of the leftover toppings as possible, shoving the fork into his mouth. Leon would have normally thought it disgusting, but instead, he found it adorable.

Once Chris leaned back with a sigh, Leon put his mug down, the glass clinking against the table. “You ready to go?” He figured Chris wanted to go do something else now that they were finished. He was sure there were other people he wanted to talk to. After all, he hardly ever got breaks and he had spent the majority of the last month with Leon in the hospital.

The man looked at him, a flicker of an emotion he couldn’t discern on his face for a moment before being replaced by a soft smile. “I’m ready if you are.”

Leon nodded, pushing himself out of the booth and to his feet, watching Chris struggle to get out due to his larger-than-average body. He nearly laughed but caught himself. He waited off to the side while Chris paid, giving Mrs. Canta a hug and sharing a few words he couldn’t hear before coming back to Leon. They looked at each other before heading out the door.

The rain was closer to a sprinkle than a pour, but they would get soaked if they stayed out for too long. Gritting his teeth, he walked out from underneath the small awnings. Water fell on Leon’s long locks—he needed a fucking haircut—and streamed into his eyes. He shook his head before pushing his bangs back away from his face. He wasn’t a huge fan of the rain. Between Raccoon City, Spain, and his general tendency to be cold, he had more than one reason to hate it, but he found it wasn’t too bad if he got to spend the time with Chris, surprisingly. 

Chris followed, having less of a reaction, but his face did twinge slightly when the rain finally hit him. Leon gave the man his best wet cat impression and Chris shrugged, laughing, “At least we drove. If we walked, we would've needed to catch a cab.”

They walked to the car, Chris grabbing his keys and unlocking it, but Leon stopped, not opening the door. He…didn’t want to take up all of Chris’ time. He could, like Chris said, grab a cab so that the man could go do something he wanted to do, or see someone. He could be alone for a few hours at least, the doctor said he just needed someone to keep an eye on him.

“Not that I don’t want to spend time with you…but is there anywhere else you want to be?” he asked, water dripping off his face, and Chris stopped, turning towards him, confused. “I don’t want to force you to spend all your days with me during this break—I can catch a cab back to your place if you want, I don’t mind.” The rain started picking up, the water hitting harder against Leon’s back. 

“What? No—Leon. I want to spend this time with you. And if there’s something I want to do, you can come with me, unless it’s something you really don't like.” He stopped, his head turning slightly. “Did you think I was just going to send you home for the rest of the day?”

Leon stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed slightly, the chill from the rain uncomfortable. 

Chris’ eyes softened. “Leon.” The man stepped closer to Leon until they were inches apart and Leon nearly gasped. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Leon was about to say something, but all coherent thought left his brain in one fell swoop, the words Chris said making something tighten in his chest. All of a sudden it felt like they were the only two people on the planet, the rain slowing around them, and he began to lose himself in the deep browns and oranges of Chris’ eyes. “I know,” he finally said, meaning it. 

The distant sound of thunder rolled over them and Leon shivered, unrelated to the cold. Their faces came closer and Leon could feel the man’s breath on his skin, warm in the chilled air. Leon breathed through his mouth, lips parted slightly. In an instant, they came together, Chris’s mouth on his, pressed together, and Leon groaned as the man’s hands found their way into his wet hair, gripping enough to cause pressure but not pain. This kiss only lasted a moment, but it left them both panting, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it.

Chris pulled away only slightly, hands still holding Leon’s face. “Now let’s go home, together. ”

Leon looked up at him with affection he couldn’t bring himself to mask, the tangled mess inside him losing its hold. “You’d have a hard time keeping me away now.”

Chris smiled. “C’mon, let’s get out of the rain,” he said, pulling away further. 

Leon nodded, extending his hand in invitation this time, and Chris took it without hesitation, smiling wider. “Only if you promise we will get breakfast tomorrow.”

“Are you admitting it was the best breakfast you ever had?”

“I never rate a place on first impressions.”

Chris laughed. “Then I guess we will have to pay Mrs. and Mr. Canta another visit.”

They got into the car, the rain letting up a little, sunshine and bright blue sky peeking through the dark clouds. And this time, Leon and Chris held hands the whole way back to Chris’ apartment. Sure, maybe things were a mess right now. With the jobs they had, it was hard to be anything but a mess, but Leon was finally beginning to believe that they would be okay. Was it perfect? No. But he was willing to put in the effort to make it work.

And that was all that really mattered.

[nade2308]

Summary: Just as planned, Sli put him into the team that were going to get Ice out of the car, and he worked just as he would any other day, devoted to getting the person out, and putting his feelings in a box until the job was done.

Notes:

Hello, again. I am coming with the Fire Country AU this time which was a large part of how my July went (fooled around with this idea, wrote a bit in the AU, established some of the characters and whatnot).

Anyway, the main idea started few months ago while I was watching a Fire Country ep on TV. I was trying to imagine how it would look like if Ice and Mav were in this situation, and this little AU was born.

In case you are not familiar with the show, it deals with a bunch of prisoners that work at a camp that helps firefighters to reduce their ssntence and to be able to get out on parole.

A lot has happened in season 1, but that shall be explained more and written about in the story when I get to it. For now consider this a little teaser.

On that note, I am putting some explanation about the characters.

Characters:

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell - Bode Leone (a prisoner in the Tree Rock camp, former drug addict and the adoptive son of Mike and Mary, uses his actual given name so he is not connected to them)

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky - Gabriela Perez (Ice is already an established firefighter in this AU, the son of a Cal Fire Captain. Without Gabriela's background)

Mike 'Viper' Metcalf - Vince Leone (Cal Fire Batallion Chief, he blamed Mav for the death of his biological son)

Mary Metcalf - Sharon Leone (Cal Fire Division Chief)

Slider - Eve Edwards (Firefighter in the Cal Fire Department)

Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw - Freddie Mills (Goose is one of the prisoners. He met Mav in prison and immediately got protective of him, they became best friends. Nicknamed Goose because he got scared of a goose thinking it was a bear during one of the first tasks he had as a firefighter)

Carole Bradshaw - Cookie (she is Goose's wife, pregnant with Bradley at the start of the story)

Bill 'Cougar' Cortell (Metcalf for this story) - Riley Donovan (Mike's and Mary's biological son, died in a car crash)

Sam 'Merlin' Wells - Jake Crawford (Firefighter in Cal Fire)

Ice's father - Manny Perez (Ice's father is the Captain in Cal Fire, and in charge of the Tree Rock camp)

Jester - Luke Leone (Jester is close to Viper, they are like brothers)

I took the liberty to putting Carole as one of the paramedics, as well as Sarah, who is Ice's sister in this. I also headcanoned some of the flyboys as well as some of the TGM crew as firefighters or probies, and because I love that, I added some of the daggers' mothers as firefighters. Hopefully it will all make sense when I get to write the whole story eventually.

Of course, none of this would have happened without @thethistlegirl enabling. Thank you so much for that and for loving this AU just as much as I do.

[geddy-leesbian]

After the Raccoon City incident, survivors of it, alongside ex-Umbrella employees who were morally opposed to the use of Raccoon City as a testing ground for bioweapons, got together. Frustrated by the government helping Umbrella, they decided to take matters into their own hands and formed an underground organization dedicated to taking down Umbrella. When rumors of Umbrella using the luxury cruise ship Starlight to transport a new BOW reach the organization, Raccoon City survivor and special agent Leon Kennedy is assigned to go undercover as a passenger on the cruise to investigate and find the Umbrella employee and BOW. Unfortunately, Leon isn't the best man for the job. Young and relatively inexperienced, he isn't good at staying lowkey and discreet while undercover. He's also easily distracted from his mission. His first night on the Starlight ends with him hooking up with a handsome Spanish stranger who went to the bar after his daughter went to bed, who he accidentally discloses a little too much information about his mission to…

[tirsynni]

Tirsynni....?

I feel like the meme where somebody touches the ground and goes "something terrible happened here."

Man, buddy... what happened?

I've been back on my Resident Evil kick lately, because of the Resident Evil 4 remake. I got super excited about it and I started rereading a lot of fanfics and I stumbled across your stuff again, and I started binging those again!

So I found your Tumblr and I decided to see what was up and I scrolled down and I feel like I shouldn't have, but oh my goodness, what happened?

Has the Fandom gone nuts? You and fonulyn are some of the best Resident Evil writers I know! Why is everyone suddenly being so damn rude?! I just....

I guess I'm just disappointed. I haven't been in the Resident Evil fandom for a little bit, I've been moving around the stranger things circles and I haven't had time to come back until the Remake dropped, and I came back to this.

The same thing happened with another Tumblr author who writes for Resident Evil that I know, I won't name them but I really hope that this doesn't discourage you from writing and that this doesn't discourage you or fonulyn or any other writer for Resident Evil from your love of this wacky, action packed, funny, horror franchise.

I can understand where you're coming from, I do some writing in my spare time, and it's people like you on Tumblr and on Twitter and on Discord that inspire me to be creative! You're one of the people that inspired me to start writing for Resident Evil in the first place, and you're one of the people who inspired my love for the threesome of Leon and Chris and Piers. You're also the person who really made me realize how much I liked hurt/comfort and whump, and how much I loved both reading and writing it. Your self-indulgent writing style made me realize that I didn't have to wait for somebody to come out with the fanfiction that I wanted to read about the characters that I liked, because I could write it myself!

And I'm never going to be able to thank you for how much that means to me.

That anon prompt about the five plus one with the hurt and comfort and whump between Leon and Chris and Piers sounds like a lovely project, and I think I might give it a try, if that's all right with you. Eventually, I know that you would probably write something about it, but I think I'd like to try writing for those three again. You write everything beautifully, and I've subscribed to your author profile on Archive of Our Own because I know that anything you post is worth reading, and I know that you take your time uploading because you want it to be good for us, and I know you take your time uploading because stuff gets in the way sometimes, and I understand that, I understand that more than you might think.

I'm not even a full-time writer, but there's someone who has a lot of creativity and as someone who is anticipating a very big workload in the next couple of months as I prepare for my first ever full-time job, I'm severely wondering how I'm going to be mentally functioning, or even how I'm going to be able to write anything.

But, I have faith in you. Because if you can inspire me, a person with a lot of things wrong about them, a person who has such a deep ingrained fear of writing down the ideas in their head because of the bullying they went through when they were younger?

Then I have faith that you can make it through whatever crisis or situation that you are going through.

We are stronger than the things that try to make us weak.

Sleep sweet, sing strong, stay brave.

I want you to know that I've been cuddling this for a couple days now. lol I haven't had the time (or energy) to sit down and respond, but I want you to know that I absolutely love and appreciate this and want to print this and carry it around with me. <3 <3 <3

On the personal front, everything has been nonstop crazy for the last several years. My dad got sick with leukemia, we thought he was in the clear (he rang the fucking cancer bell even!), only for the cancer to return. Last October, we were told that he was probably not coming home. Since then, he's had another stem cell transplant and he's doing much better, but everyone is still anxious because he was doing good last time and if he relapses again? It's done. My middle kitty's urinary issues returned and she currently has diabetes on top of it. My eldest kitty has pancreatitis. These health issues have required some major changes, multiple vet visits, a couple thousand dollars in vet bills, and me needing to stab my middle kitty with a needle twice a day. They're both doing well now! All my kitties are currently doing well; however, these health issues are a major weight and I'm worried that they're going to cut my middle and oldest kitties' lives shorter than need be. There have been major issues at work, the political situation where I live is terrifying, and I've had a couple health issues myself recently, including covid two months ago or so. Ugh.

Writing has been my escape for years, both original and fanfiction. I love writing and sharing my fics. I love talking headcanons and such with other fans. I love hearing opposing views or different kinks and stuff that makes me think even if I don't agree with it. I've literally been writing for decades. It's my happy place!

Unfortunately, there's been such a dramatic shift in fandom culture that it's difficult for it to be an escape anymore. There's always been some insane drama going on in fandom, but whereas before people would grab the popcorn, now it seems to be nasty and pervasive. It's exhausting. My writing has always been self-indulgent or happily indulging of others, but now there's such a high risk of someone being an asshole or doing everything they can to ruin something you find awesome and fun and inspiring. It hasn't just been RE: many fandoms and fandom culture in general have been affected due to the loss of places like Livejournal and the rise of purity culture and the horrific, dramatic politics of the last ten or so years. There's no more "don't like, don't read." It's people thinking criticism is necessary and the writer should be grateful for it. It's people thinking writers are greedy for wanting to know if someone enjoys their works. It's the rise in policing others and their works, in people insisting that "thought crimes" are real, in people deciding that it's acceptable to attack others.

That fic prompt? The 5+1? If you like it, absolutely go for it. I would love to read it and I'm sure the original anon would, too. I just wish that the anon ask wasn't such a good representative of some of the issues with current fandom culture. When you write it, please make sure to be as self-indulgent as possible, because why not? That's what fic writing is supposed to be, not "If you write this, you're clearly a terrible person and probably a pedophile."

So yeah, there's a lot going on in personal and fandom life and I'm exhausted and burnt-out, but there have also been awesome people like you and so many others along the way. I hope that you remember that, too, when your workload increases. Things can get nasty and frustrating but it's never an absolute scenario: there's always awesome, supportive people and there are always moments where you can catch your breath.

Thank you very much for this ask. <3 I'm currently working on ficcage now... slowly but surely.

[t1meslayer]

Dreaming of Sweet Breezes

@trybard and I have a gospel to spread, and I'm goddamn Donkey Kong bashing my official Nintendo DK Jungle Beat Bongos to make sure the message gets through every thick skull on this planet. DeNA awakened the beast with its latest Pokemon Masters EX trailer.

Leon and Oleana from Pokemon Sword and Shield are besties and drinking buddies after work.

They are also both gay.

This is canon.

You cannot stop me nor my brain worms from hunching over my laptop after midnight to write an entire story about this. I just watched the Barbie movie. I do not fear death. I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

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Fandom: Pokemon

Characters: Leon and Oleana

Summary: Running Macro Cosmos is a full-time job fit for three people. Luckily, Oleana has a friend housed right in Rose Tower to vent her frustrations over a stiff glass. Gear up for mild language, drinking, and a lot of pining.

Click through the Read More below for a preview. Thanks for reading <3

The businesswoman takes a deep breath of ambient silence, inhaling worn leather and antiseptic air freshener, and then collapses into the chair. It breaks the silence with a sound not too far from a gunshot. Her chic lab coat facsimile and iron-steamed wavy hair spread limp around the chair and the checkerboard cape draped over its headrest. Hard to believe this corpse had written the world's longest email in record time not one minute prior.

Her Rotom Pad, still floating where she left it, autonomously hovers over to a charging station near the entryway and goes dark.

But Oleana isn't alone.

[ao3feed-adaleon]

Resident Evil One-Shots

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1U5PK7C by gogoberry2 This has been a long time goal of mine to write into existence RE fics I had not yet seen and desperately need to exist. I wanted this fic to be as interactive as possible, so all of the chapter titles state the main relationship of the one-shot and then the actual chapter title. For example, if it's a romantic/sexual relationship, then it would be "character x character," while if it was platonic/familial, then it would be "character & character." I will tag everything as need be, but I also will give content warnings in the authors note at the beginning of each chapter, just so there isn't any miscommunication on what to expect. If you see something you like, I hope you check it out and enjoy it. Happy reading :)) Words: 2363, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Other Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong, Original Characters, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Claire Redfield, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong, Leon S. Kennedy & Ada Wong, Ada Wong/Original Character(s), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Therapy, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dissociation, Depression, Healing, Self-Acceptance, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Sobriety, Explicit Sexual Content, Hand Jobs, Spit As Lube, Aftercare, Making Out, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, But Leon is getting better, Medication, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1U5PK7C