#and he whispers to hunnigan 'it just did it on its own-"

[citrine-elephant]

might get around to it later, but i was gonna sketch a concept for leon's hair

to where, like an octopus, he can change colors depending on mood. overall mood, it's not instantaneous. maybe it takes a few weeks, few months.

it's quicker than simply growing out. like fiberoptic lights. think of his hair as "hollow" strands. glass-like. some science shit that works like octopus skin. chameleon skin. some light refraction illusion, some funky hormone response. idk lol

the happier he gets, the lighter it looks. the sadder, the darker.

leon's hair changes color constantly in re4r? it appears to get darker in re6 kinda (still very blonde but idk how to explain) ? vendetta it's brown, and in death island he has lighter streaks?

it's just his visual display of his depression. death island getting lighter streaks -> he's about to go blondie mode again.

[pixelmensupremacy]

hii!! can i request a smut where ada is just trying to get back with leon but he's absolutely head over heels with reader, so she tries to intimidate reader. y/n ends up a bit insecure, like silently thinking that maybe he'll always be in love with ada, but after a while leon realizes that

and you can also maybe add a smut ending where reader takes revenge in ada after leon assures her that he'll be hers forever by moaning reader's name out loud so ada listens to it

i don't know if it's too confusing but yeah!!

A/N: I hope the format doesn't mess up, since I'm posting this from mobile

Word count: idk

WARNINGS: GN!reader, angsty, Ada is kinda mean, fluffy, smut, unprotected sex, MDNI

“Why do you keep on trying? Take this as a friendly advice, he isn’t worth the trouble.” Her stunning features were ever so flawless even trough the greenish static that danced on the display.

“Why do you care so much?” (Y/N) returned, their grip on the device growing tighter as so did the tension in their interaction.

“Believe me I mean no harm, either way I hope you rethink what I said.” Abruptly, the sound was cut off, blackness engulfed the screen that now reflected the irritated look on (Y/N)’s face. Their mouth fell agape, the words drowned in their throat. Shaking their head in disbelief, they blinked away the tears that had unknowingly formed in the corners of their glassy eyes. If only they weren't already sat, they would've collapsed to the ground. Their heart was clenched as if someone had been squeezing on it; their empty gaze fell somewhere in the distance, mindlessly observing whatever was before them in order to distract themselves from what the woman said- though to no avail. Me and Leon have history. The words echoed in their head, piercing their aching heart akin to million daggers.

“Just got some info from Hunnigan, she said we better head to a nearby church-“ Leon went on to update them on the latest info of their mission but fell silent shortly, his train of thought was disturbed by the sight of his partner with tears in their eyes. Rushing to their side, Leon cupped their face as he knelt before them.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His soft, cobalt blue irises searched their (E/C) ones; concern was audible in his gentle voice. Unable to hold back any longer, (Y/N) sobbed; their eyes sealed tightly shut as they let themselves get completely overwhelmed by the ache nestled in their chest. Leon’s head tiled slightly to the left, the pad of his calloused thumb tirelessly brushed at their cheek, wiping away the consistent flow of tears that -akin to a creek- ran down their face.

“(Y/N), please talk to me.” He moved even closer to them; reluctantly, (Y/N) peeled their eyes open and immediately they were met with Leon’s blue ones. Even a glimpse of his face pained their burdened mind and heart as her anxious mind raced with millions of thoughts, concerning their present and future.

“What’s going on?” His ever so soft voice urged them on, whilst his hand had slid down to hold their own one. They let out a deep sigh as they tried to collect their thoughts.

“That woman.” (Y/N) spoke up, their voice was barely above a whisper; Leon’s eyebrows rose above the soft blues of his eyes that were suddenly ridden of the gentleness they were used to seeing. His brows furrowed together as his mind immediately connected a name to the woman his partner was speaking of. It was his turn to sign out as memories of the past flooded his mind.

“Sweetheart.” He smiled at them; his hand found its place on their cheek once more, gently kneading the plush skin. “Don’t listen to a thing she says.” He reassured them, despite not knowing any details of the two’s conversation.

“But-“ (Y/N) was cut off by his thumb, pressing against their lips.

“Don’t trust a word she says.” They gave him a puzzled look; confusion now took over the nudging anxiety that had taken a hold of their heart. “I don’t trust her, neither should you.” Seriousness was written on his features. Silence had fallen upon the two as (Y/N) tried to process their interaction with the strange woman, whose name they didn’t even know.

“She said something about your past.” They spoke with unsurety, their questioning gaze looked for clues in his.

“It’s nothing to worry about, I promise.” He planted a kiss to their palm, his sincere eyes were focused on their face. “There’s nothing between us.” A heavy burden fell from their shoulders, the immediate relief was evident on their face, which didn’t go unnoticed by his hawk eye.

"Besides, there's no one else on this world that I care about more than you. And I can prove it to you." A spark was set ablaze in his loving gaze, the blue of his irises was eaten away by the gaping raven of his dilated pupils. Soft, delicate lips pressed against their palm and trailed down their wrist and arm. His eyes fluttered closed; his hand held theirs, whilst his other one rested atop their lap dangerously close to their pelvis. The affectionate, soft manner of his touch rekindled the spark of adoration within (Y/N), making them forget about any doubts they had up until this very moment. Despite him being silent, for his lips peppered their skin with open-mouthed kisses, his actions spoke volumes, dedicated to his love towards his one and only love.

"Let me show you just how much I care." His salacious gaze was focused on theirs, sending shivers down their spine. Slowly he took off their shoes one but one, his fingers lingering on their calves as he did; his fingers undid their pants and were pulling on the band of their underwear, exposing their skin to the seemingly cool air. Abruptly, he stood up, anchoring (Y/N)'s curious eyes to his face that was now above theirs. His thumb brushed their buttom lip, the harsh skin of his pad relished the softness of their agape mouth. Their hot breath caressed his digit as they reluctantly darted their tongue on his thumb. Leon let out a low hum of approval; his half lided, lustful eyes were connected with theirs.

Before they could take his finger in their mouth, they yelped at the sudden force that brought them in the air and atop of a nearby table. Leon was quick to unbuckle the belt and letting his slacks pool on the ground. His mouth hungrily searched theirs, whilst he took a hold of his hardened cock and teasingly tapped it atop their needy hole. (Y/N)'s fingers tangled in his dirty blond locks, slightly pulling on them, which in return caused a moan to drown in the base of his throat, muffled by their tongue that roamed his mouth. His fingers dug into the plush of their thighs in a harsh manner, enough to leave behind patches of sure skin that would remind them of this very moment in the next few days.

Leon pulled away and brought his palm to his mouth, where he spat a generous amount of saliva before applying to their hole; using his fingers, he spread the makeshift lube on their entrance, toying with it all the while he observed their face for any signs of discomfort. Noting the glimmer of anticipation in their eyes, he grew bolder and slowly pressed a finger in. Their head rolled back, a groan rumbled through their throat; their bottom lip was caught between their teeth as they got used to the intense sensation. Carefully, Leon inserted a second finger before he began to slowly move his fingers in and out of their tight hole, massaging and opening it up. Once their breathy whimpers turned into soft moans he knew they were ready. Taking a hold of his neglected cock, Leon gave it a few rubs, coating it with whatever was left of his saliva and mixing it with the shiny pearl of precum, oozing from the tip.

Adrenaline rushed through his veins, sending heart throughout his body; he bit on his lip as he prompted his dick with their entrance and slowly pushed in just the tip. (Y/N) winced at the sensation; clinged to his shoulders, they buried their nose in the crook of his neck, sensing the still strong scent of his cologne.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He whispered in their ear, his lips brushing against their earlobe; they nodded, earning themselves the warmest of smiles they've had the pleasure to see on his charming face. He kissed their temple before he continued pushing in the rest of him; their hand held on his neck, toying with the hair at the base of his skull, whilst the other dug in the skin of his shoulder, leaving behind cresent markings. Once fully in, Leon stood still, allowing them to loosen up and adjust to him. Gradually, he began moving in slow, gentle pace guided by the sounds that rolled down their plump lips. It wasn't long before (Y/N) was out of breath and begging for more, intoxicated by the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin and most importantly drunken by the heavenly sensation of his dick, buried deep in their aching hole; every twitch, every outline of his cock they could feel in their sensitive walls that held him in a tight grip.

Abruptly, a beeping sound echoed across the room; their device has gone off, lighting up the pocket of their pants, which laid on the floor disregarded. (Y/N) tried to pull away from the strong grip of Leon's arms around their waist, though to no avail.

"Leon," They moaned out his name, anchoring his attention. "It could be important." He then stopped and pulled away. Picking up the device, he pushed right back in as he picked up, a familiar voice came from the speakers.

"What a pleasant surprise, Leon."

"Ada." His voice came out as a deep, warning rumble; his eyebrows were furrowed together, his eyes had a threatening tone to them. Peaking behind the screen, (Y/N) silently observed the change in his features, whilst their hole twitched around him in anticipation, unintentionally reminding him of his own need. He let out a deep sigh as he restored his pace, rolling his hips against theirs.

"Listen, I don't want you anywhere near me or my partner." He stared intensely into the screen; he thrusted with each word, causing then to squirm in pleasure.

"Oh, apologies." There was a sarcastic, mocking even, don't to her voice.

"Leave (Y/N) out of this." Unintendedly, he moaned their name as he was on the verge of reaching his peak. The woman only chuckled before she hanged up; Leon threw the device somewhere in the room so he wouldn't be reminded of Ada, whilst he cherished the otherworldly feeling of his lovers depths. A few more, violent thrusts was all it took for the two to cum in sync, moaning each others name as they did. He gave them a soft smile before he planted a kiss to their temple.

"I love you." He held them close as they were catching their breaths.

[re-diesirae]

12. Claire

She had never felt so happy to wake up with the sunlight hitting at her face the way it did that morning. They didn't dare to leave the storage house until the first rays of light hadn't come out from the horizon. In part, because they had wanted a little more rest and in part because they didn't want to risk the chance of meeting another of those horrible creatures.

With the light, they could finally see what was inside the storage room, and after checking the contents of the boxes, they had come across some supplies that included more weapons, ammo, a first aid kit, and flashlights. The weaponry was quite old, and Claire knew they probably weren't as fancy as the ones Leon usually used, but it was better than nothing. They also found some cans of food and water that weren't yet due in the boxes. It wasn't a fancy meal, but the canned fruits provided the needed carbohydrates that their bodies required for energy. Claire had instantly felt a little more energetic after the small and humble meal, and she had to admit that compared to other times, she appreciated the locals for storing the food in that place. She would have thanked them if they hadn't turned into parasite controlled zombies, of course.

With their new gear, stock, and a full stomach, the duo had started their walk to the mysterious manor. So far, the way had been calm: only interrupted by a couple of the unfriendly locals that they defeated without problems.

Claire noticed that the closer they got to the manor, the quieter the forest became. Somehow that made her uncomfortable. The lack of sound was antinatural, and maybe it was her paranoia, but she felt observed, and she was half expecting another sudden monster to jump over them. She could tell Leon's thoughts weren't too far from her own as the man moved stealthily and alert at all times.

Nobody would think that, some years ago, this same man was a scared rookie cop trying to survive a city filled with zombies.

The thought of how much he had grown and become better drew a smile on Claire's face.

Just what are you feeling so proud about when this is all a mess?

She often felt proud of others, even if it wasn't something she was supposed to do. She was proud of her brother. Like hell, how wouldn't she? The man had saved many lives in the last few years. She was also proud of Moira; the girl had gotten over her fear of guns and trained under her father's eye. She was also proud of Natalia. She had a normal life now, making it through all the horrors of her past. Claire was very proud of Sherry. She had heard from Chris that the girl had become an agent like Leon, and even though Claire would have wished for the girl to live a quiet life, she respected her decision. Of course, she was proud of Leon's successful career as an agent.

"There it is." Leon's voice broke into her thoughts, and Claire stopped dryly, staring at the manor ahead, "It certainly gives me bad vibes..."

An unpleasant flashback ran through her head as she remembered the Ashford's Residence, but as she watched the house more carefully, she realized that the place was different. This house looked older, and the gray walls, covered by ivy and moss. More than a manor, it looked more like a castle. A quick scan around convinced them that there was no one around the area.

"Guess our friends from Neo-Umbrella didn't wait for us..." Leon whispered.

"Well, knowing their sense of hospitality, they probably left some of their pets behind to receive us, though."

"Most likely. That sounds like something terrorists would do," Leon sighed, "We'll have to take a look and find out. I think the thing jamming the sign of my phone is in there. If we can deactivate it, I can contact Hunnigan, and maybe, we can figure out something about what they were doing in here."

"All right, let's take a look. What could go wrong, right?"

A lot of things. The annoying little voice in her head muttered.

The duo made their way to the house with extreme caution. The place seemed deserted. The only evidence of people ever being in there was the mess inside: furniture was turned over or broken, papers scattered all over the floor along with other decor accessories. Claire found bloodstains in some of the walls, and she shuddered. Maybe their "friends" hadn't left after all, but something had gotten them before they arrived.

"Now, this looks ominous. Why are there so many papers in here?"

"They seem like medical records, but the papers are too dirty to read them," she said, picking some of the scattered sheets. The pages looked blurred with humidity, and some had red stains that covered half of the text.

"Knowing these guys, there's probably an electronic record somewhere. We need to find a computer." Leon replied, looking around the rooms with his gun raised, "There are signs of struggle. I guess they didn't leave on good terms…"

That if they had made it out alive.

"There's too much blood. Do you think one of their pets went through havoc?"

"Most likely, maybe it was the one that attacked us last night."

Claire picked a folder that was over a table. The yellowish surface had dried stains of blood, but she ignored it and flipped through its contents. Her face tensed as her eyes traveled over the printed letters.

"They were making a new virus, " she said with anger, "These people don't ever learn that you shouldn't mess up with nature."

"Any idea of what sort of virus that is?"

"No...this seems more like genetic blueprints," Claire replied, "RNA virus sequences and possible recombinations with other viral agents. I'm taking these. it might be useful later. I can look into it when we get back to TerraSave.."

"Didn't know you had a liking for this sort of mad scientist stuff. Didn't picture you like a science girl..."

"You know, I did finish college before I joined TerraSave," Claire laughed.

"So I heard, but I never asked what you majored in, now that I think about it."

"Oh, so you didn't check my background?" Claire replied, surprised.

"I don't do that with friends. It's easier to ask, so what did you major in?"

"Biology and life sciences. Did a specialization in virology after joining TerraSave," she replied, checking another pile of folders, "I never thought I'd get so much into viruses. You would be amazed by how many outbreaks TerraSave attends, and for worse or better, not all of them involve zombies. Going into virology sounded reasonable, logical, and useful. "

Claire's crescent interest in viruses had to lead to her choosing a virology specialization. She had thought that it would come in handy while working in TerraSave. The organization was founded as a countermeasure to terrorist attacks. However, as time went by, TerraSave began attending other cases, including viral outbreaks in affected zones and as they worked with WHO. As an active agent at the time, Claire had participated in many operatives. That made her interested in the subject. After thirteen years of working in the organization, Claire was a pretty respectable professional. She wasn't as prodigy as Saya or Rebecca, but her observations and criticisms were valuable, and she had permission to work on her own projects.

"Never pictured you like a bookworm, but it seems I was mistaken."

"Another con on my side, I guess. Relationship wise..."

"I doubt it. Nothing wrong with a smart woman. I find it much more appealing. So, does your scientific vision give you a lead to what we have here?"

"Unfortunately, nothing clear. There's a lot of things you can do with genomes and some genetic engineering. I am not a biosynthetic engineer, but this looks like design proposals? We have someone in HQ who could see through it or maybe in B.S.A.A. I want to look at the digital records; if we are lucky, there might be something left in there. What about your signal jam?"

"I think I might have found the cause. Up there in the tower, there seems to be an antenna of some 's a good lead..."

"Guess we found our next stop. Let's go. I've got the feeling that I don't want to be around when the night falls."

"Always trust a female's sixth sense."

Claire followed Leon through the house. The absence of hostiles was welcome, but at the same time made her wonder what could have happened to them. They found more papers on their way, but nothing that could give them a clue of what had taken place in that place. After a while, they finally arrived at the tower.

The room seemed to be the security command center as there were several screens and computers. Leon got himself busy as he started to work on the antenna right away. Without much else to do, Claire decided to take a look at the server and see if she could get her hands on any interesting data while Leon tried to fix his communication line.

Well, let's see what you kept in here.

Claire began typing. She wasn't a techie like Wallace, so her skills as a hacker were terrible, but to her surprise, the security around the server was much laxer than she would have imagined. Or maybe she was too used to her overestimated security system in TerraSave.

Sadly, the computers had no access to the research datalog. However, it gave Claire information about the facility, and just as expected, there was a large underground structure underneath the mansion; the security system provided a clean 3D blueprint of the facility, showing research rooms, animal essays rooms, and laboratories. Everything pinpointed on the screen.

What the hell were they researching here?

Claire checked the security protocols, which seemed typical procedures designed for facilities handling potentially pandemic agents. She was familiar to them as a few years before she had adapted to those same protocols to propose an effective plan of contention in case of bioterrorist attacks. There was nothing that could be useful to find out what she wanted, but she did find something that caught her attention.

Damn, if only Wallace were here. He could probably hack into the central system and get me that information.

"I think I got it." Leon's voice made her look away from the screen, "I have the signal back. I'll try to contact Hunningan."

"That's great news…!"

"What about you? Did you find anything?"

"No, and yes. I managed to hack into the security system, but the servers aren't linked, so I have no access to research data from here. I did get a nice blueprint of the facility, though. Just look at this, the main research area is right underneath us, which is not surprising at all. I also checked the security protocols, and from that, I can say they were doing in vivo essays. I found something alarming and unexpected."

"How come?"

"They have a viral repository here. It is curious because, with the T-virus, C-virus, and all those new strains that Umbrella had been spreading, most bioterrorists had dropped the use of traditional pathogenic weapons."

"By traditional you mean…?"

"Regular viral agents: influenza, Nipah Virus, chickenpox, ebola… Ring a bell? They have a bacteria stock, too. Anthrax, Tuberculosis, MRSA," she said, scrolling down the screen, " Basically Level 3 and 4 pathogens. Just what the hell were they doing here?"

" If you don't know, neither do I. Can you get the information from here?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I am a virologist, not a hacker. The information should have a back up in the central server, but I am not skilled enough to break through their encryption to get it. We would need a vicious hacker for that, and the only one I know is somewhere in Hughesville."

"So, in other words, if we want that data, we'll need to go down there."

"Very sharp, Kennedy."

"Well, I guess we should bring some company down there," Leon commented, pulling his mobile to his ear. "Hunnigan… I need a favor."

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Bear Witness Chap 2

Here's the next chapter in my story! I hope everyone enjoys it as much as the first!

TW: more Leon annoying, fluffy, swearing. Nothing major!

Pairings: Leon x Reader

Word count: 1,718

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Leon awoke later that morning to find your face mere inches from his and he jerked away from you, nearly falling off the bed into the floor. You howl with laughter, straightening to your full height as Leon rubbed the sleep from his eyes, brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and annoyance 

      "What the hell are you doing in my room? Is that my shirt?" He asked, sitting up, looking you up and down, while making sure the sheets were covering his lower half and you drank in his toned chest approvingly. 

       "I got cold, man. I don't have any long sleeved shirts, and you seem to have an over abundance, so...yoink. Mine now." You smile, striking a few ridiculous poses, laughing at yourself as you did, unknowing that Leon was checking you out. If you hadn't looked so damn cute in his shirt, he would have asked for it back. But the way you had it haphazardly buttoned, one side was daintily skewed on your shoulder, hair still messy from sleep, he couldn't bring himself to deny himself seeing you this way.

        "Ok, but why are you in my room?" You stopped posing, a shocked look on your face that he didn't ask for his shirt to be returned, a light dust a pink dusting your cheeks, but you quickly shook it off and ran over to his curtains and flung them open, causing him to flinch and shield his eyes with his hand.

        "The days half over, let's go out." He sighed, shaking his head, which he found himself doing a lot with you.

        "You know you can't-"

        "Blah, blah, blah. What can we do then?" You leaped on his bed, sitting beside him, waiting for his answer. Leon grumbled at your upbeat attitude so early in the morning.

         "We stay here. We can watch a movie or something. (Y/n), you gotta lay low." You sighed and laid back on the bed in an overly dramatic fashion.

         "That's no fun. Wait! I know what we could do!" You sit back up in a hurry, smiling flirtatiously. "You know, we are in a bed." You whisper, scooting a little closer to him. "You know what that means, right?" You lean in closer to him, eyes hooded looking at him through your lashes and he didn't retreat from your advances.

         "We really shouldn't-" Leon got cut off by a pillow to his face, and he crossed his arms over his face to block another strike.

         "Pillow fight!" You shouted, sitting up on your knees, pummeling him over and over with the goose down pillow, laughing maniacally. You even hear a few soft chuckles come from Leon, as he took up his own pillow and started trying to fight you off of him.

         After several minutes, he finally gets you to stop, you were still laughing loudly, your hair messy and in your face, but then what he started to say bounced around in your head.

        "Wait...what did you think I meant?" Leon looks at you wide eyed and this cheeks dusted pink causing you to gasp loudly, slapping his shoulder playfully. "You are a pervert!" You hopped off the bed and made your way to the kitchen. "I'm hungry, perv, are you?"

        "I'm not a pervert!" He shouted, quickly leaving the bed and getting dressed, hurriedly trying to follow you to keep an eye on you after you left last night.

         You turn and run into him, you stagger back a few steps, looking up at him, placing your hands on your hips.

         "Are you gonna follow this close through the whole condo?" He shrugged into his shirt, and you watching his muscles ripple as he moved around, wanting to reach out and touch them.

        "After last night, yeah." He replied and you scoffed, waving him off.

        "Ugh why are you so obsessed with me?" You asked, sounded like a spoiled rich kid and he sputtered through words.

       "I'm not...it's not like...it's my job!" He finally landed on an excuse and you laughed loudly at him again.

       "Whatever, dude. You know how to cook?" You asked, digging through the cabinets for pots and pans, looking over your shoulder after several beats of silence. 

        "I can make pancakes." You turned to fully face him, clapping your hands together.

        "That's amazing. Have at it, Emeril." 

 

     Leon kept his eyes on you at first, not trusting you wouldn't try to pull something on him, but you gave him a sweet innocent smile, motioning for him to proceed. He finally shrugged , inhaling deeply as he collected the ingredients he needs to make breakfast for you both.

      "Need help? I'm not completely dense when it comes to cooking." You offer, clasping your hands behind you back, rocking back and forth like an excited child.

      "Can you measure out how much of the pancake mix we need?" You stood at attention, saluting him, your chest puffed out, and he rolled his eyes, but a soft smile tugged at his lips at your antics. "And whatever you do, don't-" His warning came too late as a handful of mix landed in his face, the cloud flying high in the air before settling on your hair and his own, and you stifle a laugh. "Throw it in my face." He finished, blowing some of the flour mix from his face, wiping it from his eyes. 

       "Gotta be faster than that, Leon." You teased him, shakey the mess from you hair, laughing loudly, as you then reached over to dust it out of his silky hair. He leaned down to you so you could reach him better and you both shared a look that lasted for several ticks, before you clear your throat, and clapped him on the chest. "All clean!" A puffy cloud flew from his shirt and it caused you to laugh even harder. You moved to the bowl you pulled down and began to help Leon cook breakfast.

      After you both had your fill, you leaned back on the couch, turning on the TV to see what news you could find, and Leon watched you as you stared at the TV intensely. He knew he shouldn't be, that his task was to keep you safe and nothing more, but here he is, memorizing your profile to his memory, the soft curve of your cheek, how soft your lips looked. You are aggravating, but endearing at the same time. Unafraid of just being who you are, not caring what others thought of you. Yet, he found himself confused that you seemed so carefree of your predicament.

       "Do I have something on my face?" You ask, a teasing smirk on your lips as you caught Leon staring and he scoffed, waving his hand dismissively, shifting on the couch.

       "No, I was trying to figure out why you're so damn annoying." You snort, shoving him playfully, and he batted you away, standing from the couch. "I'm gonna go shower. Stay. Here." You gave him the 'ok' symbol, going back to the TV. 

       

      A few minutes passed before his phone started ringing from its place on the island and you chewed the inside of your cheek before curiously pulled you to the phone. 

      "Hunnigan?" You say to yourself before shrugging and answering. 

      "Oh...hello (y/n), I was expecting Leon." The bespectacled woman greeted, and you smiled and waved since it was a video chat.

       "He's jacking it in the shower." You say casually, laughing at Hunnigan's expression. "Kidding...I think anyway. What's up, can I help you with something? Give him a message?" 

      "It's nothing urgent, just wanted to wish him a happy birthday." Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

       "No fucking way! It's Skennedy's birthday? Holy damn!" Without thinking you disconnect the call, grabbing his car keys and bolted out the door.

      Leon stepped back into the living room, his hair still damp, a towel draped over his shoulders, in nothing but a pair of jeans. He froze upon seeing the couch empty and the TV still on, and he cursed under his breath.

     "Does she not understand what stay here means?" He growled, throwing the towel at the couch, rushing to his room, pulling a shirt over his head.  He was nearly back to the front door when you strolled back in carrying a small bag, humming to yourself.

     "Oh hey, my man. Where's the fire?" Leon scowled at you, as you tossed the keys back into the table, setting the bag down next.

      "Why in the hell can't you just stay in this damn condo!" He shouted at you, gripping your shoulders and giving you a small shake, causing your hair to fall about your face.

        "Dude, chill out. I just went to the store." He squeezed his eyes closed hard, trying to stay as calm as he could, but you knew how to push every single one of his buttons and he shook you again, opening his eyes.

        "You could get snatched out there-" His sentence faded as you grasped his forearms, a softness in your eyes he didn't know you could exude.

        "I found out it's your birthday and I wanted to get you something nice…" You explained, reaching into the bag and pulling out a box of condoms, holding it up triumphantly and a look of sheer embarrassment was slapped onto his face and you roared with laughter. "Oh my god, your face!" You were nearly wheezing as you waved your hand, breaking free from his grasp to pull out the real gift, still miming his face as you did before holding out a small mug that had 'you're the best' in cursive on the side. You smiled brightly as he took it from you. "Happy Birthday, Leon. I know I've been a pain...you're a lot nicer than Jenkins was though."

        "Perkins." He corrected absently, overwhelmed by how sweet of a gesture this was considering you've only known each other for roughly a day. You rolled your eyes at the correction.

       "Whatever." You answer flippantly, tossing the box of condoms back in the bag. "It's my turn to shower. You stay here." You mimicked his cadence and tone, giggling as you left him standing and staring at his gift.

        "Thanks, (y/n)." 

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@imagineleonkennedy @kezikatescribbling @locus-desperatus @mitsuintheworks @disneymarina @nthevalkyrie

[sol-korolevas]

 [you’ve got a burning desire];

pairing: leon kennedy x reader

a/n: this is a request for @starryruins~ sorry for the wait. 

“how long?” 

his bright blue eyes glint with worry. it’s only natural for leon to feel this way, especially when he can’t be there to support you. in response, you smile in that confident way that could put anyone at ease. rubbing his shoulder seems to make it easier for leon to be placated, but this time you still feel tension dancing underneath his skin. 

you remember him going through phases where he would try his best to keep you by his side. one day you saw him calling his bosses-the government really-pleading for them to take him with you. or, even better, to give assignments to someone else. 

“not too long, hopefully two weeks,” you tell him quietly, hands still rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder. he leans toward you, the bed underneath creaking as he moves. 

there is a silence that unfolds, one that makes you want to do something reckless and shatter the quiet until noise seeps through. leon’s not talking; he gets in these moods where he’s too deep in worry to even utter a single phrase. 

you see his hands fidgeting with each other, bandaged knuckles grazing over fingers and scarred palms rubbing against the other. at first you hesitate, feeling like this will add more fuel to the already expanding flame. but then you realize you need this as much as he does, so you reach over and gently take his hand into yours. 

“i will be fine leon,” you tell him, pressing a chaste kiss onto his hand. finally, you see him looking up at you again. 

“you will be fine.” his tone is firm, secretly consoling himself with those words. “you’ll come back to me, like always.” and still, both you and him sense the shaky edge lingering in his words. 

he breaks away from you for a second and pulls you slowly into his lap. once again you feel yourself melting into his embrace as he wraps his arms around your body. for a moment, the dangerous feeling of wanting to stay like this tethers itself inside your mind. deep inside, you know you don’t want to go, but the safety of thousands are in your hands–that’s the reason why you and leon still fight. 

“i love you leon” you whisper as you inhale his scent, face burying itself in the crook of his neck. 

then, you think, that after this you can really settle: just you and leon. maybe you’ll retire and live life as a normal person. no outbreaks, no undead, and no uncertainties of where the next destruction will be in.  

it’s a short one but it’s impactful, you hope. 

you won’t tell leon this but you will once you finish it. 

he’ll be so happy.

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leon shouldn’t worry. sometimes things happen and assignments can drag on and on. he had experienced it before, you did as well, so it isn’t like it’s not normal. 

and yet–

he worries. he worries because something about this particular assignment seems off. just the fact that they sent you, and only you, for this mission instead of sending others with you. it doesn’t matter if he’s on this mission with you, because your life cannot be just him and you. it’s about you having the support you need. 

why didn’t he request back up when before you leave? why didn’t he at least ask what kind of assignment you were going on? 

and now it’s been over a month, almost two. 

your phone calls stopped over four weeks ago. 

“i trust you hunnigan to at least-at least tell me where they are.” leon’s voice becomes small and weak as he clutches the phone to his ear, hoping that hunnigan can feel his desperation. 

he hears her inhale, before she speaks, saying, “fjerd island, ten miles off of the coast of alagoas.” there is a pause, before hunnigan adds, “if you stop your assignment for them, it may jeopardize the future of millions. (name) may be a lost cause but they did their part, we have the files and–”

“but (name) is still missing!” leon’s voice cuts her off as he feels rage and hurt boiling deep within his chest. perhaps hurt cannot suffice what he is feeling, but a blossoming feeling of slow acceptance that you could be–

“will you sacrifice a million people–men, women, children–just for them?” 

hunnigan’s voice is soft as she says this, a tactic that still proves to stop leon from doing whatever he’s about to do. it’s her way of telling him he’s being reckless, that he needs to stop and think things through. 

and it works. 

for a moment, leon hesitates as the gravity of hunnigan’s words drifts into his mind. and still his body is moving as he grips the phone against his ear, half-unwilling to continue listening to her for the budding guilt in his mind. 

the needs of the many over a single person. 

his hand trembles and he takes in a deep inhale. your face shines among the millions of empty ones. you, with your kind smile, gentle humor, and loving touches. you, the one who he loves so vehemently and ardently that he’s willing to put everything else aside. 

even humanity, even the lives of millions. 

for a moment, all he can hear is your laugh, cutting through the sea of faceless people as a beacon of light. 

he feels his fingers digging into his skin as he spots the metallic glint of his gun, sitting upon his dresser. 

“for them, anything,” is his soft reply. 

click. 

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his life is white noise, distant and riddled with senses that he can’t access. all of a sudden he feels like an android with a human’s memory, fighting and destroying just to find that one piece of warmth left in his heart. 

taking down monsters feels easy and taking down humans is like breathing. 

by now, leon isn’t sure what makes a monster a monster. he has seen plenty of humans who are monsters and he’s seen monsters who are really victims underneath. 

the abandoned facility is littered with corpses of mutated undead he put down. hacking into the systems are easy and soon he has a trail to find you. 

two undead, normal ones, come at him before lunging in a single burst of speed. leon’s knife is in his hand as he pulls the nearest one close to him by the shoulder and takes the knife and slices it down its head. he hurls the body towards the undead ambling behind it. he drops his knife and draws his gun, before shooting the second undead in the head. 

after they both fall, leon takes his knife back and slips it into its pouch. 

he briefly pauses to examine his surroundings, making sure the noise of his gunshot hasn’t attracted anything else. when silence follows, leon moves forward. a door opens for him, leading to a larger room filled with towering cylindrical tubes of glowing green water. 

the hair on the back of his neck rises and leon turns around to see a cloaked figure drop down from above. it lowers, sweeping its feet against the floor in an effort to throw his balance off. 

leon quickly moves, body almost hitting the glass cylinders as his hand reaches for his knife. the shadowy wraith moves too and soon he’s suddenly fending off a fist attack using his own hand. the cloaked figure, undead or not, has his other wrist in a death grip. something about this thing’s appearance feels off, if not for the implication that maybe this isn’t undead at all. 

clenching his teeth, leon attempts to overpower the figure, only for it to drop the hand that is holding his knife. taking the chance, he plunges the knife into the shoulder area. 

it gasps. 

but it’s not the human-like sound that stops him from finishing it, but the familiarity of it. 

you.

leon knows you more than anything. from the way you walk to the way you sneeze, a thing you often teases him about. most of all, is the way your voice carries. that lightness and softness which always persists even when you’re angry–or wounded. 

he watches as you back away, one arm gripping the knife’s handle before taking it out in one motion. for a moment, his mind blanks and the desire to do nothing takes a hold of him. he feels more confused than relieved, with dread spilling forward with each passing second. 

“(name)?” he utters your name in a shaky voice.

you hunch low as you grip your wounded shoulder. blood has blossomed considerably, with more blood running down. this was an incredibly reckless move and yet, you did it. but leon knows it’s you because he heard you and–

“who’s (name)?”

your voice is raspy and thick, but it’s your voice. leon almost feels his whole body system stop as you stumble back. 

and then millions of thoughts burst through into his mind, like a gateway of clarity set before him. you don’t recognize him and you’re-you’re here, fighting him as a cloaked figure. 

leon remembers reading about an agent of this facility, considered its watchdog and security system. they had taken out numerous infiltrators and their presence was kept a secret. he had even seen you on surveillance, sometimes working with a man in a lab coat that he had taken down not even an hour ago. 

“i’m leon, leon kennedy, your partner and i-” he pauses, feeling something bitter and acidic claw in his throat, “-i’m here to save you, (name).” 

in this moment he isn’t sure it’s worth getting soft. who he sees in front of him is a stranger with the mask of someone he loves. that short burning desire to tell you ‘i love you’ isn’t worth the trouble when you don’t even know who yourself is. 

the hood still obscures your face but it has ridden up enough for him to see your lips. they tremble and move as if you want to speak, but instead, he hears strangled groans of pain. 

so with an experimental move, leon steps forward as he raises both arms to show he’s safe. “(name), that’s your name. do you remember?” 

you tilt your head to the side and for a moment, he thinks he sees a flash of your eyes. yet still, you utter nothing as you start breathing deep and heavy as if you’re vying for oxygen. he sees your chest moving faster, before your form falls down, crumpling on the floor. 

blood is pounding in his ears as he hears you growl and hiss like a wounded yet enraged animal. despite your weakened state, you’re still trying to put up a fight, mind bogged down by bestial instinct so terribly strange of you. 

what did they do to you?

and leon must do something for you. but seeing you like this versus seeing others, no matter how many and how important they are, are two extremes. 

he wants to encapsulate you in his embrace to the point that his entire body aches. yet he’s hesitant because you’re not here, something or someone has taken a hold of your body. another part of him is shouting at him to perform first-aid, but you are still dangerous enough for him to move any closer. 

if you are someone he never knew, he could let you bleed out and die while interrogating you. 

this stranger lying weakened before him wears your face, you are both familiar and unfamiliar to him in this state.  

of course, he doesn’t want you to die but he can’t seem to close the distance. for a terrifying second leon isn’t sure if he wants to save you. what kind of human is he to not want to save someone he loves? 

he has saved countless of faceless individuals; he even saved people he would never wanted to save before. hell, he threw away the lives of faceless people so he could come and save you. if you had known, you would have yelled at him, and thanked him at the same time. 

leon bends down and picks up the knife. you see the motion and your eyes lock with his. there’s a desperation in your eyes’ glint, lingering with fear and shock. he wonders if you still have an inkling of recognition for him left. he wonders if you think he’s going to end you. 

what if he’s forced to do that? what if you never return to who you really are?

“will you forgive me if i take away the pain?” his words are soft as he takes a step forth. he suddenly feels like something heavy is clinging to his back, preventing him from moving forward. 

(deep inside, he knows he doesn’t want to)

“hurt...pain, i don’t fear it, i need-i need to accomplish my mission...!” you growl out, body doubling over again as you finally collapse onto the floor, body curling into a loose ball. 

you’re still, so still that leon’s mind suddenly fills with clarity as he watches you this person wrapped in a cloak that’s a bit too big for you, this person who was, is, and will always be you. 

finally, all he can think about is to take you in his arms. so he does and he slips his knife away and carefully scoops your body up. the hood falls from your face and he sees you, flesh too sickly and green to be considered normal. 

but he has you in his arms and for a moment he feels right again. 

hunnigan’s voice suddenly appears in the speaking device, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“i got the files, leon,” she says, voice surrounded in mild static. 

for a moment, leon hesitates to respond. then, he finds his voice just as you start whimpering. 

“i found them, hunnigan, i found (name),” his response is firm despite the uncertainty and terror lurking in his mind. “they-they are not right.” even so, it’s hard finding the right words when he’s talking about you right now. 

“(name)? how are they? what happened?” again, hunnigan’s voice breaks through and leon is almost certain the image you left for him is there there, just beyond his reach. 

your smile.

your warmth.

two blessed things that are given to him in one single person. 

“injured but alive, can you send a helicopter now?” 

he begins making his way out of the desolate facility. your body has stopped trembling and for one painful second, he thinks you’re dead. but then your voice starts calling to him, a mantra of you’s, a language of detachment and unfamiliarity. 

his heart sinks but he moves, for you and himself just as hunnigan responds back to him. 

though you are in his hold, he only sees the you that he loves. the person he held hands with and shared nights of peace with. leon is sure you’re still in there, tucked somewhere deep within the fog. 

“stay with me (name), i’ll save you,” leon says quietly, to the part of you he knows. 

even if it means waiting, you’ll come back to him.

you promised.