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[uniquethingtastemaker]

Neige x Reader: White Beaches and a Spring Morning

Summary: The Ramshackle prefect is finally able to get a full week off from school after four overblots. Determined to enjoy their time to the fullest off campus, they set out to explore Sage’s Island, starting with the island’s southern beaches. However, it seems that our prefect can never catch a break, as they find an RSA student crying and upset. Unable to just look away, they set their sights on comforting him and helping him have a good time outside of school.

Word count: just under 3k

Tags: fluff, getting together (not officially though), dates, romance

Warnings: none… unless suave reader is a warning… reader being too hot lol

Author’s notes: this was inspired by a tumblr post by @sorbertisfruity and I loved it so much that I decided to start writing it. Also this is my first time I’m actually writing and posting my creative work, so I just ask that people are kind. Thanks and enjoy!

Leaning forward with the wind whipping through your hair, you fly down the mountain path away from Night Raven College. The engine of the magic wheel roars behind you, as music blasts from the speakers. Finally, you were free! After months of work, you finally got a week off. Of course, you had to blackmail Crowley by threatening to expose the multiple overblots. Nonetheless, he conceded to your requests in the end. Now, you’ve left your worries and Grim temporarily behind in favor of a relaxing day at the beach. 

Pulling up to the sandy shore, you park the magic wheel you’d borrowed from Ignihyde and look out at the sight before you. It was a nice change of scenery compared to the dreary mountain Night Raven College sat atop of. The morning was crisp and clear with the sea breeze wafting from the ocean. The beach was empty. You were here on a weekday after all. You grab your bag from one of the compartments and head off toward the tide.

The sandals on your feet sink slightly into the sand as you search for a more secluded area to place your bag. After walking along the coast, you catch a glimpse of NRC’s rival school, the Royal Sword Academy. It was almost blinding with its tall white spires that were tipped with blue. Overall, the vibe is much brighter than NRC’s gothic horror aesthetic.

“Wonder what their facilities are like,” you murmur to yourself, “Maybe I can secretly get a tour of the school and request a transfer while I’m at it.”

You chuckle at the thought of your friends’ outrageous reactions to your fictional transfer. Just as you finish the thought, you hear a loud sob. Furrowing your brow, you pick up your pace. Even on your day off, you never catch a break, you internally sigh. You blame your upright and well-meaning nature, but you shrug off the thought as you come across an alcove in the rocks. 

You find a boy huddled up against the stone, sobbing to himself. He’s wearing a familiar white uniform jacket, signifying that he’s from the Royal Swords Academy. You’re unable to see his face as he’s tucked it into his knees. Only his ruffled black hair shows. Next to him lies a black beret and the dirt and skid marks on his uniform make it obvious he ran out of the academy. 

Coming closer to the cave-like area, your footsteps are masked by the sound of soft waves lapping against the coast. 

“Hey,” you call out, “Are you alright?”

The boy’s head snaps up. He stumbles to his feet and begins making rapid apologies. His voice has a light, airy quality to it that cracks as he trips over his words. 

“I—I’m fine. Thank you for asking. I—I should probably go. I don’t want to bother you—“ 

He isn’t able to say anything more, as his foot catches on a nearby rock and he begins tumbling forward with a squeak. Moving on instinct, you catch him by the waist, pulling him in to support his weight. Pressed up against him, you note that he has a slim but fairly toned waist. He’s also a bit taller than expected. 

“Are you ok?” You ask, “That was pretty close. It might be a good idea to sit down for a while before moving again. Sorry, I startled you. I was just concerned whenever I heard someone in distress.”

Pulling away slightly, you’re able to get a glimpse of his face. His eyes are the first feature that stands out to you. They’re soft, doe-like, and innocent. His brown eyes are a little puffy and red around the edges from crying, but it doesn’t detract from their soft allure. Your eyes flicker down toward his lips. They’re tinted a natural red, as he chews on them. Suddenly, you become acutely aware of how close the two of you are. You can feel his ragged breath on your cheek, as you take the time to observe him.

He glances down and away from you, tears still in his eyes, as continues to gnaw on his lip. Whether from the anxiety of being caught crying or the flustered embarrassment of being so close, you’re not sure. You suspect it might be both. However, when he turns his cheek, the light catches a glimmer of wet tears that have already streaked down his face. Before you have time to think, you reach your hand up to cup his cheek and wipe it away. 

Blinking, you realize that you just performed a somewhat intimate gesture and you move your hand away. 

“Sorry, I just wanted to help. Did I make you uncomfortable?” You ask.

He stares at you with wide eyes and touches the place where you wiped his tears with his hand.

“…No, I didn’t mind it.” 

His voice breaks, then in a smaller tone, he comments, “It was nice.”

“That’s good,” you chuckle, “My name’s (Y/N), and you?”

He hesitates for a second before replying, “Neige.”

He watches your reaction intently, looking for any signs of recognition, but when there is none, he relaxes slightly. 

“I wouldn’t mind sitting down again,” he tells you. 

He starts to pull away to sit back down when you tighten your grip on his waist, stopping him. 

“Hold on, I have a towel. Let me lay it down first,” you state. 

Rummaging through your bag, you pull out a towel that you stole from Heartslabyul. The print on the fabric is a dead giveaway. It’s littered with multicolored card suits. Spreading it out, you plop down on the fluffy towel and turn to Neige, who comes to sit next to you.

“Again, sorry for scaring you earlier. I just heard you were in distress and wanted to make sure you were ok,” you repeat, inspecting for any physical wounds. “Physically, you seem fine. Are you in emotional distress?”

Playing with the edge of the towel, he glances up at you before looking away. His grip tightens on it and he nods. 

Neige hesitates before saying, “You know, if you have other places to be, you can go do those. You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be fine–”

Before he can get any further, you cut him off, “Neige, I know we just met, but I’m not going to leave someone who’s upset behind. You seem sweet and I want to get to know you. It would be nice to get a new friend.”

You put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. He looks up at you with wet eyes and hiccups slightly, trying to hold back newly formed tears. Your eyes go wide and your body moves on autopilot. You open your arms to offer a hug. 

“Hey, do you want a hug? Will that make you feel better?”

Neige hesitates before nodding. Given your cue, you envelop him in a warm, tight hug. Cradling him, you rub small circles on his back and whisper words of comfort. 

He breaks. Any semblance of wariness or guard that he had up before crumbles against your kindness and small persistence. He cries so hard that his whole body shakes against you. You squeeze tighter and you can tell that you are the only thing keeping him together at this moment. He ends up clinging and clawing at you as if you’re his only lifeline in the vast ocean. He sobs harder at your gentle approach to comforting him and a few broken words of gratitude spill from his mouth. 

“—Thank you, thank you so much. I never— I never got this growing up. I always had to put on a cheerful face to not worry my— my family. This means so much to me. Thank you, thank you (Y/N).”

You clutch him tighter, running a hand through his hair, as he sobs into your shoulder. You feel for him. You understand the struggles of having to carry everyone else’s burden even though it shouldn’t be your responsibility in the first place. You ended up solving and resolving each overblot with only some of your classmates and practically no teachers. No responsible adults were around to help fight Riddle, restrain Leona, stop Azul, and punish Jamil. It had been getting exhausting. Thankfully, you got a week to yourself, but this wasn’t about you and you turned your attention back on your new friend, Neige. 

You allow him to get all the tears, sorrow, and pain out of his system. When his sobbing slows down and his breathing starts to even out, you reach into your bag to pull out some tissues, nudging Neige’s face with them. 

Upon feeling the tap, he looks up from where his face was buried in your shoulder. Tears and snot run down his face, and he takes the tissues with a small smile. 

“Thanks,” he breathes, taking the tissue and blowing into it.

After giving him some water, snacks, a lot of tissues, and more cuddles, he’s much more relaxed than he was earlier. His tired eyes are unable to focus on anything specific, as they flutter to stay awake. He continues to lean on you for support.

Chuckling, you ask, “Wanna lay down?”

Letting out an almost incoherent murmur of approval, he clutches onto your clothes, before asking, “Promise you won’t leave?”

You give him a soft smile that he’s unable to see with his eyes closed, and you lay the two of you down on the towel. You rest beside Neige, as he makes himself comfortable, nestling into your arms. 

“Of course, Snow,” you answer, “I’ll make sure to protect you if anything is out to get you.”

He nuzzles into you with a smile filled with sweet dreams, as he drifts off to sleep. After a while of listening to the ocean waves lap against the shore and feeling the slow steady breathing of the person next to you, you also find yourself lulled into the land of dreams.

~~~~~~

“You’re already skipping school. You might as well take the day off to relax and enjoy yourself,” you persuade, “Besides, would you leave your new friend behind to hang out at the beach by themselves?”

You look at Neige with playful and expectant eyes. He lets out a sigh and a small smile slips through, as he concedes. 

“I suppose taking one day off wouldn’t hurt.”

You give a cheer.

“Race you to the ocean!” you shout, scrambling to your feet. 

Neige squeaks in surprise, before he latches onto your ankle, tripping you. Landing on your hands with a small oof, Neige rushes past.

“Ok, pretty boy! I see how it is,” you cackle. 

Launching yourself from the ground into a runner’s sprint, you catch up to him. Wrapping your arms around Neige’s waist, you use your momentum to spin him around a couple of times before flinging him in the opposite direction of the coast. He screeches at the unexpected attack and begins laughing as he stumbles back, trying to regain his balance. Without hesitation, you turn back to the destination and bolt toward the finish line. 

The tempered ocean water hits your feet, slowing you down, as you raise your fists and cheer.

Neige jogs over with a stuttering laugh.

“Alright, alright, you win. Are you happy?” He asks with a grin.

“Immensely,” you beam.

~~~~~~

“We’ll have a [favorite ice cream/gelato flavor] and biscoff gelato, please,” you order from the ice cream parlor you found. 

The man behind the counter nods with a smile and begins scooping out your request. Neige’s eyes are wide as they turn to you.

“You don’t have to pay for mine,” he insists, pulling out his wallet. 

You stop his movements by putting a hand over his.

You hold eye contact with him, as you say, “I like and want to spoil you. You’re sweet, so getting you something sweet only makes sense. Please let me do this.”

Neige’s face heats up and you watch his brain malfunction for a few seconds, before turning away. You take the opportunity to pull out your card and give it to the owner of the shop, paying for your snacks. 

“That’s so sweet of you to pay for your boyfriend like that,” the owner comments, swiping your card.

Grinning, you wrap an arm around Neige’s waist, tugging him closer to you. 

“Yeah, he doesn’t treat himself that often, so I have to make sure he gets what he deserves,” you answer, winking at Neige.

Neige’s hand rushes to cover his blush as it spreads to the tips of his ears. The owner coos at you two, handing you your ice creams and card. You thank him on your way out, still attached at the hip with a flustered Neige. 

~~~~~~

The magic wheel zooms through the streets of Sage’s Island, and the sun casts a golden glow on you and Neige. He’s pressed right up against your back, clinging onto your waist. It’s warm and comforting. You’ve been riding aimlessly together for about half an hour, but seeing the sun setting, you figure you should take him home. 

Sneaking a glance at your companion, you watch his wide-eyed gaze explore the mountainous scenery. You smile before speeding up. You feel Neige’s chest move with twinkling laughter. He squeezes you tighter and leans in. Today has been a far better day than expected.

The sun has partially set in the sky as you pull up to the gates of the Royal Swords Academy. Putting the vehicle in park, you dismount the wheel, before offering your hand to help Neige off. 

“Here you go, sweetheart,” you say with a wink. 

Neige’s breath catches, as a hand comes to block his mouth in embarrassment. He places his other hand in yours, using it to get off. With both feet on the ground, he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. You might as well have, you note, as the stars begin to peek out.

“When will I see you again? I want to see you again,” he pleads.

You blink in surprise at such a bold statement, before chuckling. 

“Well, I can come back tomorrow if you want me to. You know I have the week off,” you offer with a fond smile.

“Really?! You would do that? That wouldn’t ruin your vacation, would it?” he clarifies at a rapid pace.

You laugh, leaning against the magic wheel. 

“Honestly, Neige, if I didn’t leave NRC’s campus, I’d probably get dragged into some kind of shenanigans with Ace, Deuce, and Grim,” you explain, “I love them, but they’re a handful and I want a break. I would much rather hang out with you. It’s more peaceful and relaxing. Besides, I had a lot of fun today and I like getting to know you.” 

Neige’s mouth opens in a small oh, as his gaze softens. He clasps his hands in front of his heart, simply gazing at you. For a few moments, you just hold each other’s gaze, content and comfortable in the silence. You reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair away from Neige’s face. You let your hand linger, cupping his cheek and rubbing your thumb against it. His eyes droop and he nuzzles into your hold. Unable to resist, you draw him closer and loop an arm around his waist, before remembering–

“Your beret,” you murmur, “Let me get it for you.”

Moving to open one of the compartments on the magic wheel, you grab Neige’s hat only to settle back into the space in front of him. Placing the beret on his head, you let him adjust it. As he finishes, you notice unfamiliar red lettering along the border. Leaning in, you take a closer look.

“Someday my princess will come,” you quote.

Smiling, you continue, “Mmm, that’s cute. That sounds like something you would say, Neige.”

Your thumb runs over the embroidery, following every swirl of cursive on the beret. Your eyes flicker down to his to realize that you’re rather close. You can’t help but take a peek at his lips. They’re red, just like when you first met him, but this time they're slightly parted. You find yourself locking eyes with Neige’s brown ones once again, drawn together like magnets. Neige presses his body more snugly against you, watching for any signs of discomfort, as he rests his hands on your hips. You play with his lapel, before moving up to his shoulders and finally wrapping your arms around his neck. You give a playful smile, as you draw closer, and you feel Neige’s quiet laughter against your lips. Eyes sliding shut, you lean in. 

Before you can kiss, however–

“Neige, Neige! There you are!” 

“Do you know how much you made us worry?”

“We couldn’t find you after you ran out of the dorm– *achoo*!”

“And you–you left your phone at the dorm, so we had no way to contact you!”

“We looked everywhere in the academy, *yawns* even my favorite napping place.” 

“I can’t believe you skipped class. You should take us next time.”

“Toby, what are you talking about? We’re not supposed to skip class.” 

“Oops, sorry, I forgot.”

Neige lets out a whine, as his head falls against your shoulder. With the moment ruined, he hugs your waist tighter in protest. Laughing, you pat the poor boy’s shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. You take a look past him to identify the source of the shouts.

You spot seven short figures toddling their way over to the two of you from RSA’s gates. You’re unable to make out the fine details in the diminishing light, and instead opt to look back at Neige, his pitiful form still draped over you. These must be the seven dwarves that he was talking about earlier; the ones he grew up with. Based on their behavior, they seem to care about him just as much as Neige expressed his love and concern for them. You squeeze Neige tighter, grateful that he has a secure support network. He’s already been through a lot just based on what he’s told you so far.

Neige lets out another groan of despair, as you turn your full attention back towards him. Feeling a bit playful, you bring your face right next to his ear.

“I won’t let you go without a little something,” you tease.

Neige perks up, looking at you with wide and attentive eyes.

You chuckle at his reaction, murmuring that he’s cute, before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. He melts into your touch, gripping your waist tighter. Pulling away, you tap your own cheek with a quick wink. In the dim light, you’re barely able to make out the flush spreading across his face. His Adam's apple bobs, before he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You giggle, and after a few seconds pull away.

“Enough to tide you over?” you question.

“...Barely,” he whispers, still stuck in the same spot, star-struck. 

“I trust your friends will make sure you get to your dorm safely?” you confirm, starting up the engine of the magic wheel. 

He nods.

“Good,” you smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Snow.”

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N),” he replies, before shaking out of his stupor and calling out, “Make sure to get home safe!”

You laugh, as you leave the Royal Swords Academy… at least for today.

“Thanks! Will do!” 

You’ll be back tomorrow. 

[yellowsugarwords]

“𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝘼 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡”

「  TWDG: Clementine and Kenny  」

Summary: Reunited with Kenny once again, Clementine can feel like a scared child again, even if for a moment.

Words: 1.4k   [ ⏱︎ 9 mins ]

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“Well, you don’t need to worry about that anymore.”

How long had it been? How long since Clementine heard those words? More importantly, how long had it been since she heard those words and knew the person saying them meant it? When it came to Kenny, there was no doubt, but the feeling was still foreign. Wrong, almost.

“Once those guys pack up and leave tomorrow, you can stay with us.”

Clementine snapped back to reality. Her head wobbled as if coming out of a daze, as she looked at Kenny across the table. The cabin crew had only arrived hours ago, and now she was faced with the idea of abandoning them altogether.

Was it worth it? Clementine didn’t know. On one hand, they’d already threatened to kill her, locked her in a shed to die, and constantly reiterated how little they trusted her. The only exception was Luke, and even then, if he was the only one standing on her side, she knew there wasn’t much hope for her to stay.

However, she had gotten them here - to safety within the ski lodge - and she felt hazy about whether she should abandon them when Matthew, Sarita, and Kenny sent them on their way.

“You’re always welcome here, Clementine,” Sarita assured, breaking into the conversation. Occasionally, Clementine would snap back into reality to catch a snippet, but she wasn’t paying attention. How could she? They were discussing change—even more of it. As if she hadn’t had enough of that over the last week.

Everything felt distant and foggy. How could so many options be swirling in front of her? How did she know who she could lean on? Rely on? Trust? If the cabin crew had done what they did to her before, could they do it again? Would they? Had they developed some form of trust, or was it one-sided? Did Clementine even fully trust them yet? How was she to know?

“She’s staying for good.”

Was Kenny trustworthy? Was he stable enough to remain trustworthy? Had anything changed in the years since they’d been separated? Since his life had been ripped away, and he was messily trying to reconstruct the pieces? Was there room in his broken soul for her to return there? Was it too damaged for her to seek refuge in?

“Right, Clem?”

Her name fully brought her back. Why was there so much happening all at once? Why couldn’t they let her catch her breath? Why couldn’t she breathe? Why couldn’t the world stop, for one evening, so she could feel like everything was ‘normal’ - whatever that meant.

Kenny furrowed his brow. He saw that her bottom lip was twitching. “Clem?” He asked, voice gentle. Luke turned, confused as to the sudden tone shift at the table behind him. While intuitive, Luke was nowhere near as keen on reading Clementine as Kenny was. Kenny could analyze Clementine like a book.

Clementine’s eyes, vulnerable and meek, met Kenny’s. His heart dropped. He switched topics, noting the shift in her demeanour. “After dinner, we’ll have to show you around the place. A proper tour.”

Sarita smiled. “I think you’d love to explore one of the storage closets we found. There are so many knick-knacks in there. I’m sure you can find something you’d want to keep.”

As Sarita and Matthew continued to rave about the safety and luxury the lodge provided, Kenny gave Clementine a tender stare. It was like he was silently squeezing her hand through a gaze - a way to tell her, ‘It’s okay’. That he understood, and that she could rely on him.

Kenny kept mostly silent, eyes fluttering between his excited housemates and the little girl who brought life back to his world. Clem’s eyes darted around the room on high alert. He wished he could hold her and convince her it was going to be fine. He wished he could hug her right then and there and assure her she was safe - that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. As of today, she had someone looking out for her best interest. Kenny just wished she could take her burdens off of her shoulders so she could believe it.

As time waned, little by little, the new bundle of housemates stood and wandered away, ready to wash dishes, set up cots, and lay out sleeping bags for the night.

As Luke turned, ready to see how Clementine was holding up, Kenny turned his full focus to the child. Not only to put Luke in his place but to genuinely see what was pestering Clem’s mind.

“Hey darlin’,” he began, “are you okay?”

Clementine’s gaze latched onto the table. She needed to keep it together. At least until she was alone. She could be weak then. She was allowed to be weak then.

“Clem?” He frowned. “You can talk to me, Clem. About anything.”

She finally glanced up, and his worried, wide eyes broke the last piece of wounded rope that was holding her together; the notion that she was all alone and had to be strong.

Her tears welled and Kenny leapt from his seat, moving to her side of the table. He placed both hands on her shoulders to guide her and helped her to her feet. “Come on,” he hushed.

Luke watched in dismay as the little girl - one he had grown protective over - was escorted away. Her head hung low, her shoulders sagged, and her hat cast shadows over her pained gaze.

Kenny had a firm hand on her shoulder, keeping her close as he pulled her away from the main room. They turned a corner, approaching a nearby storage room for privacy, when Clementine finally broke down.

Clementine sobbed, heaving as her breaths became laboured. She felt as though her lungs were collapsing, her world was spinning and crumbling, and there she was, frozen in time, helpless to stop it.

Kenny knelt to her level, speaking softly to not upset her further. “Darlin’, what’s wrong?”

“Kenny,” Clementine managed to whimper out, head low, too ashamed to make eye contact. “I’m so sorry, I’m trying to be strong. But,” she sobbed. “I’m so scared.”

Kenny felt a knife to the gut. Did he want her to be strong? Of course, but to survive. In front of him, right now, wasn’t a girl that was surviving; she was a girl who was broken.

“Clem—”

“It’s been so long since I’ve been somewhere safe,” she said softly, her voice desperate and pleading. “I’ve been all alone and on the run. I can’t make it alone—” Clementine couldn’t catch her breath. Every attempt to inhale caused her to choke, her throat closing in.

“Hey, hey,” Kenny placed a hand on either arm, holding her steady and secure. He didn’t want her crumbling to the floor. He needed to show her that he was there. That he was willing to hold her up. “It’s okay now, Clem. You’re safe here.”

“How do you know that?” She asked in a desperate, pleading whisper. Clementine already knew the answer. “What if something happens to you? Or to me?”

Kenny lifted a hand to the side of her face, brushing away a tear with one of his worn, rough thumbs. “I won’t let anything happen to you, darlin’.”

“What if I get locked in a shed again?”

Kenny’s jaw clenched. His stomach curled. “What?” It sounded like a statement rather than a question he was directing toward her.

The group that they had brought into the safety of their care had done what to his little girl? How fucking dare they.

“They thought I was bitten.” She whispered, voice shaking. While she was still afraid of what the future would hold, she didn’t want Kenny to utterly hate the cabin crew. They weren’t terrible people, just looking out for their own - just like Kenny always had.

Kenny could’ve killed them. He could’ve locked them outside and forbade them from being let back in - kick them and send them on their merry way - but, seeing Clementine’s lip wobble and her lower in disappointment, he knew he had bigger priorities.

“Hey,” Kenny hushed, bringing her in for a tight hold. He could feel her fingers cool around the fabric of his jacket, clinging, desperate for him to not let her go.

He placed one hand on the back of her head, keeping her sight hidden from the world, and the other hand wrapped around her back. He needed her to stay close. He needed to hold her together for just a moment. “You’re okay, darlin’. Nothing like that is ever going to happen again.”

As he held her, stroking the back of her head and trying to calm her breathing, he could hear a creak in the floorboards.

It was Luke. He poked his head around the corner, frowning at the sight before him. Kenny wanted nothing more than to glare - to shoot daggers given what his group put his Clementine through - but he couldn’t bring himself to. Instead, he frowned, giving a solemn nod that he was taking care of it.

Luke gave a meek nod back, only briefly looking at Kenny before landing on the shattered girl in his arms.

Kenny held her a bit tighter, leaning his cheek on the top of her head. “I got you, darlin’. I’ll take care of you.”

Feeling her hands cling to his jacket and her head buried into his shoulder, for the first time in a long time, Kenny felt needed. Because he was.

Everything he did now, he did for Clementine. He would always do it for Clementine.

Until the very end, she would always be his reason.

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𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡    𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[i-can-sabotage-me-bi-myself]

How'd We End Up Like This?

AO3

Wattpad

Chapters: 1/?

Word Count: 1.3K

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, slight nsfw, RE4 Remake spoilers

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy/female!reader

Summary: The reader is struck by some mysterious aching in her back during her and Leon's mission to save the President's daughter. The pain is revealed to be something far greater than she anticipated. Will this jeopardize her relationship with Leon?

Chapter 1: The Village

It happened on one of your missions. Of course it did. 

You were slower with your reflexes to attacks. As an agent in STRATCOM, this was highly unusual. Your partner and lover, Leon, had noticed, while the two of you were on your mission in Spain. 

You first took notice to the slow reactions when doing, or trying, a roundhouse kick on a Ganado at the lakeside settlement. Your body decided nope, you're not doing that, and surprisingly, you agreed. The act of even attempting it sent a rigid feeling, or perhaps a pretty nasty sting, to your back.

When you stopped to catch your breath, one Ganado lunged for your throat. You repeatedly punched the bastard to death, with little to no trouble. However, unbeknownst to you, there were two others behind you. One Ganado kicked the back of your knees, and before you could even react, you were pinned to the ground, and they kicked you. In the back. Repeatedly. 

They were possessed but that didn't make them stupid, you supposed. They must have noticed your reaction to the pain in your back, which was now being beaten like a fucking punching bag. 

Despite it hurting like a bitch, you're able to unsheathe your combat knife, and roll over to swipe at their legs. Before you can whip out your handgun, two shots ring out, and the two Ganados promptly drop dead. Leon helps you up, grasping your arms ever so delicately. 

"You alright?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." You answer, slightly out of breath. Leon only nods, looking back ahead on the path, but you don't miss the concerned look that grazes his features. 

This has never happened before. What the fuck is going on with me? 

* 

Despite the occasional flash of pain that inflicted your back, you carried on with the mission. You and Leon had gotten split up at the lakeside settlement shortly after your beating.  

You knew Leon could handle himself, but at one point, he was radio silent for hours. You'd shared your concerns with Hunnigan, and she agreed it was unusual. Eventually, he came to, to your relief. 

"Leon, are you alright? You haven't made contact with me for hours." You couldn't mask the fear that surfaced in your voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Was busy making sushi. It won't happen again." He must have been referencing that giant fucking creature in the lake that you saw villagers getting eaten by earlier. Well, at least you got someplace to start looking for Leon. 

"Okay. Don't do that again, love." 

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." 

* 

Eventually you both reunited and retrieved the pieces to obtain the church key. Fucking finally. 

The two of you rescued Ashley and were headed to the extraction point. It was fairly easy to get to the Villa, but an unfamiliar face ushered the three of you inside, away from the Ganados on your tail. 

Leon, to say the least, was pissed at this dude and pushed him against the wall. You couldn't help the slight arousal that shot to your core seeing him like this, wishing it was you in this unknown man's position. But there was no time for that now. Ashley needed to be taken to safety and there was a huge fight approaching you guys and the rest of the village. 

Once introducing yourselves to one Luis Sera, save for Leon, Ashley went into hiding and the three of you started blocking the windows and readying your weapons. 

As if this mission couldn't get any more difficult, the Villa was quickly swarmed by villagers and eventually, a fucking Brute out of all things busts in. 

"Fuck my life!" you curse out in frustration, reloading your pistol. 

"Language, señorita!" Luis shouts at you, jokingly. Somehow through all the chaos, he was able to hear you. 

"Shut it, you." you snap back. That was weird. I don't tend to be that snippy. Probably just stress from the mission. 

"Yikes, sorry." he responded immediately. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but that was quickly replaced by the renewed determination to get out of this hellhole. Noticing Leon slowly getting cornered by the brute, and the second floor being crowded with Plaga Guadañas, you pull out two flash grenades from your belt. 

"Flash grenades coming!" you shout, pulling pins on both grenades, and throw one to the brute, and one to the Guadañas. The Plaga Guadañas promptly die, and the brute is temporarily incapacitated. Given the opportunity, Leon blasts four shotgun shells into it, and finally, fucking finally, it drops dead. 

The Ganados kept coming in waves, and there seemed to be no end to it. 

"Hey! This way! Hurry!" Ashley opens a door leading to an escape. 

The four of you get the bat out of hell, but only for a moment. You all reach the end of a bridge, still having Ganados chasing you. You notice chains keeping up a gate, and promptly shoot it, causing the gate to drop on an unfortunate villager. 

You all take a moment to catch your breath, and then Ashley starts coughing. Coughing up blood. 

"Ashley?!" You hear Leon voicing your same concern. 

"Wh-What's happening to me?" she trembles. 

Luis quickly approaches her, looking like he knows what's up. 

"Ashley, is this the first time you've coughed up blood like this?" she only nods, and before you can even ask, Leon beats you to the punch. 

"You wanna start explaining?" 

Luis reveals that Ashley is infected with a plaga, and she could end up like those villagers, but there is a cure. You notice Leon's reaction to this; him clenching his fist, looking down at his arm. What's that about? You wonder, sorta worried, but maybe that's just you being a doting partner. Yeah, that's probably it.

Hopefully, the three of you can find that cure in time. 

Luis leaves shortly after this revelation, claiming that the reason for his assistance is that it "makes him feel better." About what exactly? This mission is leaving you with more questions than answers. You knew this wasn't gonna be a simple mission, but you wish it was. 

After a briefing with Hunnigan, which left some more bad news, you all start moving again. You didn't get very far, as that pain in your back came back, which oddly enough, afflicted your lower abdomen as well. 

Leon and Ashley turn to you when they hear your sharp gasp, to see you clutching your lower back and your other hand resting on your abdomen. The two swiftly approach you, Leon especially. 

"You okay?" Ashley asks, concerned. 

"Yeah, it's just my back hurting from earlier." 

"Earlier?" Ashley presses further. 

"Two Ganados got the jump on me and kicked the shit out of my back." 

"...Jesus. Are you okay to move?" 

"Yeah, don't worry about me. Let's keep going." 

"Hold on. Ashley, could you give me a minute with her?" Leon directs his gaze to you, failing to mask any concern from his features. 

"O-Of course." 

Checking to see the two of you are at a safe distance from Ashley, Leon begins his questioning. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" He gently caresses your left arm, the two of you in closer proximity to each other. You sigh. 

"I'm okay, Leon. Let's just worry about her." You nod your head in her direction, maintaining eye contact with him. You bring his hand to you, gripping it firmly in your hands. "I'll tell you if something is wrong." You gently kiss his knuckles, and trace along his forearm. You sneak a glance at it to see what he was looking at moments earlier, only to find nothing unusual. 

"It's just-" 

"I'll be okay, mon cœur.” 

Sighing, Leon brings his hand to your face, letting it linger, with his eyes searching yours for any hint of a lie, only to find none. He lets his hand drop, and he starts walking along the path, with you and Ashley following suit. 

***

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@so-mordor-itis

[sxrrandomfanfics]

First Heartbreak

It wasn't like Lili to be this quiet. Not like her to be this unenthused about things. If she wasn't interested in something, she'd be gone. Off into the woods.

Clem took notice. He'd always want to be the one to help cheer people up with his excitement.

When time came for the scavenger hunt, and Crystal had already picked her partner, Clem had reached his hand out to Lili.

While Clem actually tried to complete the scavenger hunt, Lili stayed quiet. She was following him similar to a lost puppy, or some cat that he had given food to.

"So... what's up?"

"Huh?"

"You just seem sad."

"I'm not! I'm fine!"

Clem looked from where he was grabbing some gold coin off of a rock. "You don't sound that way."

"Look I don't want to talk about it any more than I have to. I've already got Phoebe on my butt about 'just talk about it...' and Kitty and Franke saying that-" Lili shook her head. "Let's just get this stupid scavenger hunt over with.

From the docks, the two headed up the wooden path towards the lodge. Lili stormed forwards, heading over to the target practice hay, and burned it. As she snuck behind the other hay, Clem looked at the roof of the lodge. He and Crystal had tried to end their lives up there on that roof. Just last summer.

Now, he had lived a whole other year. He was 11. Same with Lili. Crystal was 10 now.

There was a little thing still on Clem's mind. "Surprised you're not with Raz right now."

Lili now had the Voodoo doll in her hand, and started to squeeze it so hard her knuckles were turning white. "Raz has his own stuff because he's so special." She explained through gritted teeth.

"Like saving the world? Did he leave camp early?"

"You wouldn't understand. You and Crystal... you... you've never had a romantic relationship before, have you?"

"No."

Lili sighed. "I... I really wanted to... to be with him, but..." Lili couldn't seem to find the words. "I don't want to talk about this." She wiped her eye upwards, careful not to smudge her makeup.

"Well, when you do want to, I can listen. It may not be the same but... Crystal has a lot more support with the other girls than I do with the guys. And... I can tell from your Campster you don't really-"

"Oh my God, you use that?" Lili laughed.

"What!? It's a valid tool! The counselors give us them for a reason!"

Lili ended her laughter with a cleansing breath. "I... I don't know. I never really liked reaching out to anyone unless they were excuses to get away from Elton. Or if they were Dogen or Chloe. But... Dogen and Chloe have... kind of moved on from me. It's like... I'm always..." She shook her head again. "Let's stop talking now."

"Okay. Maybe there's some stuff on the lodge roof."

"Can you even get up there?"

"Sure! Lemme show you!"

[violetspurpleshoelace]

kinda disappointing how the only time we see lilly and clementine talk properly about themselves to each other is in one scene that is optional. it would of been cool to see how clem feels about lilly going from someone who cared and looked after her to someone who wants to kidnap her. the same with lilly as well i feel like she should of shown more empathy to clementine. it would of been more interesting.

[appl-cider]

"Clementine deserves to be happy!" I scream as I thrust her into yet another gut-wrenching, tragic scenario from which she'll just barely recover

[clemnoir]

hi just posted the first 2 chapters of my first ml fanfic. here’s the link if you’d like to check it out :3

[theapocalypseisonlythebeginning]

after a hiatus that was both unexpected and way too long, I'm finally going to work a little bit on the next chapter of my TWD Clementine Meets Daryl AU :3 I'll give a little snippet of what I've written after my writing session today <3

[spacedlexi]

Hi, I read your Violetine fanfic and I LOVED it, I was wondering if you had any recommendations on any good Violetine stories that you’ve liked? And do you plan on writing more in the future? Just wondering.

YAAAAYY im so glad you liked it!!!

i bookmark fics on ao3 for recommendation here :) i have a bunch of fics open at the moment that i will one day get through but these are my faves atm

READ AFTERMATH!! the clemvi in it isnt the focus but its such a good clem healing fic everyone is written so well 😭😭 i think its my fave out of all of them 🥺💕 (warning its still currently updating. the only fic on the list that isnt complete but its just that good)

and i am currently writing a new fic right now 😏 its gonna take me a while which is why i havent talked about it much 💀 but im writing a 2 week fic. its basically completely outlined and im almost done with chapter 1 (which is over 9000 words unedited 💀 i kind of want them to feel like full eps), but i dont plan on posting it until its finished since itll take so long and i dont want to leave people waiting for as long as the last one took between chapters 🫣 (when its done i'll release it chapter by chapter probably weekly). heres some snippets from the first chapter 😏 im having a lot of fun with it actually its like im getting whole new episodes 😭 i plan on it being 14 chapters one for each day. real slow burn 😏

i actually have a lot of ideas written out in my notes but havent decided if they should be comics or fics or boards 🤔 all these outlines just sitting around... 😔 one day...

[mistkisbiggestfan]

The Walking Dead Telltale:

Violentine stuff!! (Violet + Clementine)

You can write fluff, suggestive, or slight agnst

Btw ur fics are rlly good ^^

Violentine!! Oneshot

Violentine world domination!! A fluffy oneshot, based on another night of stargazing.

A/N: I'm back to writing! Expect more fanfics during August :3

GENRE: Fluff

WARNINGS: None

WORDS: 1504

11.08.2024 - REQUEST ARE OPEN

After all that happened, nightly stargazing shared between Violet and Clementine became sparse, since Clem wasn’t able to really climb anymore, there was no way for her to even get onto the bell tower. It saddened both of them, even though none of them had commented on it.

After many restless nights of work, and effort put in by everyone, the others managed to repair the old, broken down staircase, making it usable again. Most effort was put in by Violet, Louis and AJ, since the boy wanted to help Clementine as much as he possibly could.

Now, simple, domestic moments between Clementine and Violet became sparse. All the work that constantly needs to be done around the school, expanding safe zones, repairing the traps, taking care of the school, setting up basic heating for the upcoming winter, it wasn’t easy, especially since Clementine was still just getting used to her new life, in which she is dependant on others for some help in her everyday routine.

It was mildly infuriating, her life was based on her own independence, on the fact she mainly relied on herself and AJ. And now, she had to get help from others just to walk down the stairs, until she learned to do it herself.

Clementine sighed, as she was walking through the courtyard, leaning on her crutches, she just left the dorm room, and for once in a long time, she finally had some time to herself. A cold breeze passed by as she sighed, taking in the chilly air.

She had her jacket on, and a sweater she recently found underneath it, providing enough heat for more than one if it came down to it.

AJ was off with Louis, as the teen promised to the young boy that he’ll teach him how to play piano. Ruby was just doing something with Aasim and Willy. Which left Clementine and Violet to themself. The young woman really wanted to know where her blonde lover went off to, but she really didn’t feel like searching the whole Ericson’s to find her. She sighed, where could she possibly be?

The courtyard was empty, that was until she heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the bell tower, the steps were quiet and slow, she turned slightly just to see a familiar sight, there she was, Violet smiled. “Hey there, Clem.”

Violet said, finally stopping, right in front of Clementine, her hands deep in her pockets, searching for warmth in the evening’s cold. Clementine smiled back, happy to see the girl. “I was looking for you, where were you?”

She asked, looking at the blonde, the teen answered. “The bell tower.” She then looked back at it as she seemed slightly excited about something, yet unknown to the other girl. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

Violet said as she began to slowly lead them towards the very same bell tower she was at beforehand. She matched the speed Clementine was walking with, as they casually strolled, side by side. It felt oddly nice, finally having some quiet time, without a worry in the world.

After a minute or so, they reached the entry of the base of the bell tower, Clementine sighed as she looked at it, in melancholy. “I miss our stargazing, you know.” She said to the blonde, as she stared longingly at the bell tower before her, that’s when she noticed Violet seemed even more excited than before. “I’m sorry we can’t do that anymore.”

Clementine looked at her with a raised brow, as Violet finally looked at her, and realized she must have seemed to be really happy about something, they understood each other without words, and Clem wanted to know what was up. Violet scratched her neck slightly, averting her gaze for a second. “Uh.. Me and others, we kind of were working on something, so we could.. you know, stargaze together again?”

Violet said, more quietly than before, it was a trait of hers, confrontation like that, talking about gifts, feelings, or something similar made her flustered. She sighed and opened the door to the entry of the bell tower, as they both walked in, Clementine’s eyes widened, the stairs that were previously broken down, and where they both had to climb to get to the top before, were fixed.

That meant one thing, they could finally stargaze again. Just like they used to. Just like the night when they confessed.

Clementine smiled, and as Violet was still looking at the newly made stairs, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her torso, as Clementine rested her head on the shoulder of the blonde girl. The other tensed for a second before relaxing. “Thank you, so, so much.” Clementine said, beyond happy.

They both sat beside each other, staring up at the night’s sky. Clementine rested her crutches somewhere off to the side, as she finally could spend some quality time with her girlfriend, she glanced at the girl beside her, smiling softly at the sight of her. “I really missed this.”

Her rough, scarred hand traveled to the one of Violet’s, her hand was slightly smaller, colder. Violet smiled back, her eyes softening at the sight of Clementine, at the feeling of how close she was. As they sat, side by side. “Me too.”

She said simply, Clem’s eyes traveled back to the night’s dark sky, the starry night was beautiful, with only a few milky clouds obstructing the perfect view. The moon shone brightly, like a torch guiding the lost through the cold vail of the night. It illuminated everything around them, making everything visible almost as clearly as during a cloudy day.

The sight of the beaming, soft stars on the canvas of the inky night was one to cherish. It was an aspect of their life ar Ericson's that both turned to love.

Every single star glistened and bloomed like a white, sparky rose in an otherwise stygian and somber garden of the night's sky, leaving Clementine with a bittersweet impression.

She really did miss this.

Clementine, Violet and the cimmerian, misty sky. With its soft, bright rays of the moonlight as their only possible witness.

Clementine’s gaze followed a set of stars, as she pointed at them, her finger tracing the outline. “That one. It looks like a cat. Hmm.. I guess it would be.. Independent, reliable, always on the move.” She said, naming a new constellation, like they did the first time they ever stargazed together. The breezy, chill air, passed by them, as Clementine sighed.

Violet spoke up. “It reminds me of you. You’re just, you know.. not on the run anymore.” She sighed before continuing. “I don’t know what I would do without you. That time, y'know, when we separated because of the walkers, I thought I would never see you again.” Violet said softly.

"I'm really glad you're still here, Clem."

“I’m glad to still be here too.” Clementine gave the blonde’s cold hand a light squeeze, a soft reminder that she’ll always be here for her, and she’s not about to leave her anytime soon. She avoided death once already, after all.

Before Violet could say something again, another light breeze hit them again, the cold, chilly air – a reminder of the fact winter was coming. Clementine didn’t mind, not at all. Especially when she had already felt way worse before, when her, AJ, and Kenny were going to Wellington. A light breeze like this was practically nothing.

But, from the corner of her eye, she saw Violet shudder at the night's cold air. She rubbed her arms for warmth. Clementine liked those quiet, domestic moments between them. The woman noticed her lover tremble slightly in the freezing air.

“That vest of yours literally doesn’t give you any warmth.” Violet huffed slightly at the comment, about to say something in defense. Clem took off her jacket, wrapping it around Violet’s shoulders, the blonde looked at her with slightly widened eyes.

“Wait, don’t, you’ll be cold too.” She was about to take off the jacket and hand it back to Clementine. But the taller girl just moved closer, ending the small gap between them, as one of her arms wrapped around Violet’s torso.

“I’m alright.” She said, smirking slightly. Violet looked flustered, as she averted her gaze to the side, also smiling, slightly, resting her head on Clementine’s shoulder. She sighed deeply, taking in the chilly air around them, happy for this calming moment they could finally share between each other.

After a while, Clementine felt Violet fully lean onto her, as her posture slumped even further than usual. Her breathing leveled.

The blonde fell asleep, at ease, comforted by the fact that Clem won't ever leave her behind. And soothed by her soft embrace.

Clementine longingly stared down at Violet, she sighed softly and brushed out a few strands of hair out of her face, letting her rest, as her eyes locked onto the starry night.

A/N: Okay so I haven't written in a while I admit I'm a bit rusty, feedback/comments are appreciated!!

[heavilycaffeinatedsblog]

just finished reading ‘2251.5 Miles’ and i have to ask, do you have spotify? i fell in love w the songs you mentioned and would love to hear more :)

Omg STAWP recommending music is my love language, don’t mind if I do. However, I don’t have a Spotify for my fanfic account AND my actual one is frankly such an embarrassing chaotic mess. Spotify calls my genre of choice “goblincore” so if you look that up on Spotify, you’ll pretty much find what I listen to lol. A lot of indie alternative folk!

So, I’ll just give you some of my favs!

Favorite artist: The Amazing Devil

Current favorite songs: The Trapeze Swinger (surprise surprise), The Divine Loser by Clem Turner, my fault by Ethan Regen, ANYTHING Ethel Cain or Noah Kahan

For writing Klance: a lot of Glass Animals, Iron and Wine, Noah Kahan, and a dash of Taylor Swift

See! I told you it’s an embarrassing chaotic mess! But I’ll keep you guys updated with what I’m listening to 🥰🥰

[uniquethingtastemaker]

I was writing the Rook x Reader fanfic and it somehow turned into helping Vil with communication issues again… I guess I just feel really strongly about wanting to help Vil become a better person lol.

He makes me want to shake him sometimes. He just has poor interpersonal communication skills… like, yeah, he’s right, but the way he phrased it was unhelpful. He need to be checked sometimes.

Thankfully, those are my two fanfics. We’re helping Vil with his image and how he phrases stuff

If you’ve ever wanted to school Vil and shake some sense into him. These are the two fanfics for you lol

[yellowsugarwords]

any chance you could do some clouis headcanons?

your wish is my command!! I miss them sm ;-;

Clementine always woke up early.

For a variety of reasons.

Sometimes, she wanted to get started.

There’s a lot to do with so many kids to handle.

But sometimes, it wasn’t because she couldn’t sleep.

Or get back to sleep.

Or stop the dreams.

The nightmares.

Those days were like Louis had a sixth sense.

And somehow, he always knew,

The instant he first greeted her.

“Morning, gorgeous.” Louis greeted.

Clem rolled her eyes and chuckled, 

Preoccupied with tying her boot on one of the outdoor benches.

“So uh,”

Louis leaned against he bench as he spoke,

Watching as his girl finished her knots.

“Why are you up so early?”

Clem tensed. “No reason.”

“Clem,” Louis’ voice was genuine -

The tone he used when he wanted to be taken seriously -

And her shoulders fell.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Louis tsked, playfully wagging a finger.

“Go back inside.”

Clem chuckled. “What?”

Louis slowly removed the axe from her hands,

As she was getting ready to collect firewood for the day.

“Go back inside to sleep. I’ll take care of this.”

Clem’s eyes softened,

Arms falling to her sides.

“Louis….”

“You need rest to do good work.”

He dipped in to place a quick kiss on her forehead.

The two smiled, sharing a brief, warm moment,

Cheeks pink,

Before Louis shooed her away.

“Go. Sleep.”

As dorky as it was, Clem chuckled to herself and wandered back inside.

He was always passionate about taking care of her.

As hard as it was for her to open up to,

Clementine was learning to love it.

Louis had a habit of playing with Clem’s hair whenever he needed her attention.

“Hey, I need some help.” He began,

Slipping forwards,

Brushing her fingers around one of her pigtails.

Clem chuckled. “You know how I feel about my hair.”

“It’s special, I know,” Louis said with a smile.

Clem smiled to herself and continued her chores -

Preoccupied with dish duty.

“You should let me cut it sometime.”

Clementine froze.

She stopped doing the fishes and turned,

Stunned,

To face her partner.

“Really?”

He shrugged, almost meekly. “I know how much it means.”

His voice was low,

Almost cautious.

“I know you haven’t trimmed it for a while. I can help.”

There was a single beat of silence,

Clem’s jaw agape.

“You know, if you trust me to.” He finished.

He was so genuine and meek.

It was beyond sweet and endearing.

It made Clem’s heart swell.

“Of course I do.”

All Louis could do was smile.

Every time Louis had to cook dinner, he insisted on making Clementine’s favourite.

“No. Not rabbit stew again.” Owen insisted.

Louis scoffed. “Why not?”

Clem, within earshot, smiled,

The tips of her ears burning [pink,

Flattered at his insistence to treat her.

In comparison, Clem always tried to indulge Louis whenever she could.

Segway him in.

Lead into his joke.

“Please, no one has a better aim than me.”

Willy beamed with cockiness and pride.

Clem scoffed.

“I don’t know about that,”

She sighed, teasingly,

“I’ve heard Louis’ is a lot better…”

She dragged off,

Allowing Louis just enough time to load up food on his spoon,

Aim,

And launch it right onto Willy’s nose.

All the way from across the table.

The table erupted in laughter and under the table,

Louis gave her hand a thankful squeeze.

The two weren’t attached at the hip,

But they were whenever they had free time.

During the day, it would be hard to tell they were a couple.

They operated as though they were co-workers,

Working for the greater good.

The instant they were off the clock, that all changed.

Sure, every day was life or death.

But for a few hours every now and then,

It was just the two of them.

━━━━━━ 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡   𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[i-can-sabotage-me-bi-myself]

How'd We End Up Like This?

AO3

Wattpad

Chapters: 2/?

Word Count: 2.6K

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, hurt/comfort, RE4 Remake spoilers

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy/female!reader

Summary: You, Leon, and Ashley encounter even more treacherous feats in order to escape the village.

Chapter 2: Chainsaws and a Shitty Missionary

The three of you continued on the path to who-knows-where, making a pitstop at the Merchant's little shop to buy some supplies and repair your gear. The Merchant, who frankly, along with Luis (until proven otherwise), was the only one here who didn't want to kill you all. Dare say you would even sit down and have a drink with him, if it weren't for the current mission.

Exchanging words of thanks with the Merchant, you continue on with your journey. While walking along the dirt path, you offer water to Ashley, which she gratefully accepts. You are soon met with a set of heavy doors, with a note beside it detailing defenses that lie on the other side.

You groan. "Here we go again. Ashley, get behind me."

*

The fight that ensued ended up being only a taste of what was lingering up ahead, and you and Leon knew it as much. You hoped it was just your instincts talking, but with this line of work, you always gotta anticipate the worst. And at this point in the mission, the worst came:

Chainsaws. Fucking Chainsaws.

There was a giant gate that needed to be opened with a crank. You and Leon quickly found it on a shelf in an old building, and you thought, Huh...guess we got lucky finding this...

Now you wish you could punch your past self from mere seconds ago for jinxing it.

You and Leon almost had it, so close you could taste it, but it got yanked off the shelf by one of two ladies wielding chainsaws. This would be quite the fight.

You quickly unpin two grenades, throwing them at the Leatherface-wannabe's. You expect them to be dead, but instead they get back up like it's nothing. Fucking bioweapons can never make it easy for us.

"Good thing we hid Baby Eagle..." you mutter under your breath. At least there was a silver-lining. Noticing more Ganados entering the building, you shout over to Leon. "We need to draw them out!"

With a quick nod from him, you two run towards the exit, and are met with another locked door. You shoot off its lock and run toward the stairs, while Leon runs around the back of the platforms.

"I got the grannies! Take care of the villagers, would ya?" you shout over your shoulder, holding up your gun towards the aforementioned enemies.

Leon hesitates a bit, then responds with a quick 'got it.' Soon enough you smell smoke and burning flesh, and hear gunshots.

You repeatedly fire shots at the sisters, running in irregular patterns to throw them off before they can get a swing at you. They stubbornly refuse to die, and you're quickly out of ammo. "Shit!"

You stupidly backed yourself into a corner, and you feel panic swell up within you. Taking a quick glance on your belt, you find that you only have one flash grenade left. Having an idea, you say to yourself, "Let's hope this works."

Deciding to risk it, you pull the pin, and the blinding light temporarily distracts them. Rushing towards one of them, you stab her in the neck with your knife, and use it to keep her limp body upright. With the chainsaw still in her hand, you aim it towards her counterpart and charge towards her, tearing into her torso. You resist the urge to falter, and instead push in deeper for the tip of the blade to slice through her back. The woman lets out a final battle cry, choking on her own blood, and collapses. You release your hold on the other, dropping her to the ground.

Standing above her, you wait a few moments to see if she somehow comes back to life, but she doesn't. You reach into her dress pocket, grasping onto the crank and put it in your pocket. Once coming down from the adrenaline, you sigh in relief, "Now we can open that fucking door."

Jumping from the balcony, you run toward Leon's direction, finding him finishing off the last Ganado. He reloads his pistol, and turns around to find you leaning against the wall. His eyes widen at the sight of you, which prompts you to take a look at yourself. You are drenched in blood. "Don't worry. It isn't mine."

He audibly sighs, and then approaches you. You notice yourself trembling a bit, and you clench your fists, taking a steadying breath.

"You alright?" He asks, his tone barely masking his worry. He brushes a few strands of your hair away from your face, and cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

"Y-Yeah. I just had a close-call with the sob sisters." You grunt, very salty. "Fucking chainsaws..."

Leon huffs out a laugh. "You got that right." You exchange soft smiles with one another. Joining your side, he gently rests his hand along your lower back. You lean into his touch, feeling calmer - feeling safe.

Unfortunately, the tender moment needs to come to an end. Leon reluctantly removes his hand from your back, and it suddenly feels cold there. You already miss his touch.

"C'mon, let's get outta here." He whistles, signaling to Ashley that it's safe to come out. She quickly joins the two of you, a relieved smile plastered on her face.

"Are you two okay?" she asks. She never fails to surprise you with how kind she is, instead worrying for yours and Leon's safety rather than her own.

"Yeah, we're good." You answer. "Let's go."

You three return to the door, finally getting it open. You guys approach a decrepit hut with a gaping hole in its roof.

"Looks like we can get through there." You suggest, noticing the absence of any Ganados inside. You go in first, and extend your hand to Ashley, helping her down. Before entering, Leon looks behind him, checking to see if anyone's following the three of you. Confirming that the coast is clear, he joins you and Ashley inside.

You and Leon find more supplies in the hut, and you all make your exit from the building. Another set of doors lie in wait, and you continue on. Behind you, you hear Ashley scream, and you turn to see the village chief grabbing Ashley's arm. Without hesitation, you stab him, but he's unfazed from your attack. He attempts to strike you, but you're able to dodge him.

"Your soul requires cleansing," he says while twisting the metal on the lock, ensuring no escape back through the door. Slowly turning towards the three of you, he directs his next words to Ashley, "Come, child."

You scoff. "Yeah, I'm thinking no." You fire a shot to his head, but he remains relatively unscathed.

"Ashley! Run!"

You all turn tail and run, shooting down villagers who cross your path. You could still hear the tall, brooding man's taunts through the gunfire, him getting closer and closer. You finally approach a rope bridge leading towards an exit, but the three of you get thrown back from an explosion. Frustratingly, the bridge is gone.

You quickly scan your surroundings, your eyes landing on rickety wooden planks leading to the other side of the valley.

"Hey! We can cross here!" You shout. Leon gives you an affirming nod, and quickly grabs Ashley's hand and starts running. You follow behind Ashley and Leon, covering them from the onslaught of villagers coming towards you three. Ashley suddenly stops.

"I'm stuck!" she shouts, panicking. Leon turns around to aid her, and looks over your shoulder.

"Don't worry! I've got them!" With a quick nod, he gets working to free Ashley's leg, while you land headshots on the incoming Ganados and the Chief.

"Alright, we're good!" Leon notifies you, and you three continue running. You can feel the rotting, unstable planks starting to fall apart, prompting you to quicken your pace.

"The wood is starting to give way! Hurry!" You shout, slight panic in your voice.

With Leon ahead of her, he helps Ashley leap over the last foot between the crumbling planks and the earth. You jump just as the wood collapses, landing halfway onto the cliff. You struggle to maintain your grip, and feel your hands slipping due to the muddy surface. Noticing the absence of your footsteps, both Ashley and Leon turn to find you hanging on for dear life. They grab onto your arms, with you kicking up the side of the cliff to climb up. While helping you up, Leon looks towards the Chief, staring him down.

Once pulled back up, you narrowly miss face-planting into the mud, albeit relieved to be back on solid ground. Leon leans down to help you to your feet and quickly scans your body for any injuries. You gently squeeze his shoulder in thanks, letting your hand linger there a second too long.

You regain your composure by taking a deep breath. Standing up straight and rubbing at your aching shoulders, you exchange glances with Ashley and Leon. 

"Thanks, you guys." You offer an appreciative smile to the both of them. Turning heel, you say, "C'mon, let's get outta here."

Pressing onward towards wherever, Leon speaks to Ashley. "Listen. You're the one he wants. If we see him again, you run."

"Wh-What about you guys?" The young woman asks.

"We'll do our job." And Leon leaves it at that.

You reach a large structure, the Merchant with his wee shop set up in front of it.

"Jesus, how is he everywhere?" you think out loud.

"He's a wizard. He told me himself." Leon replies with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Shut up." You chuckle, nudging him lightly.

He laughs along with you, and then clears his throat. "In all seriousness though, I've got no clue."

"Welcome! What can I interest you in?" The man greets the three of you.

Running short on ammo, you approach the mysterious stranger and barter with him. You buy some more resources and first aid for extra measure. You can never be too prepared. You think to yourself.

Done with his services, you walk towards the stairs, and you hear the Merchant chuckling out a comment that makes you uneasy. "Don't get yourself killed now, ha ha!"

"Not planning on it!" you talk back, only making him laugh harder. Huffing, you direct your attention back to Leon and Ashley. "Whatever, let's just go."

You all walk up a set of stairs leading to an entrance of a building. As soon as you reach the doorway, a putrid smell fills your lungs that makes you gag. Looking around, you notice various animal carcasses littering the floor. Yep, this is definitely going on my list of worst smells that make me wanna rip off my nose.

"Jesus, I think I'm gonna boke!" You groan, fighting the urge to throw up right then and there. "Please, can we go?" You whimper out, your eyes begging Leon's.

Although slightly muffled behind his own arm covering his nose, he says, "Don't have to ask me twice."

You cross over the ledge to a door on the opposite side, walking behind Leon with Ashley in tow. Suddenly he is thrown off the balcony from that fucking chief busting through the wall.

"Leon!" both you and Ashley shout in unison. You draw your gun, but hesitate out of fear of provoking the man to come after Ashley. You grip onto the railing, weighing between the options of joining him or leaving him in order to bring Ashley to safety. You release your grip, and remove your gun from your holster.

"Ashley! Go!" You shout over to her.

"What about you?!" Her worried eyes search yours.

"I'll be right behind you!" You reassure her. She's torn between running away and staying behind, but she ultimately decides to evacuate the building.

You direct your attention to Leon, and you two lock eyes. Ignoring the ramblings of the Chief, he shouts at you, "You need to get outta here! Go!"

"No, not without you!" You yell back with determination, but his striking gaze has you crumbling.

"You're not gonna lose me!" He gives you one last look begging you to run, and reluctantly, you go.

Not even three seconds after escaping the slaughterhouse do you and Ashley hear a loud boom. You gasp, running to a nearby window to see what's happening inside. Roaring flames and burning embers engulf the interior, and you can feel the scalding heat emanating from the old window, forcing you to take a step back. Taking a closer look, you see Leon fighting the horrendously mutated village chief, who now has large pincers and an elongated spine that looks like it could snap at any moment.

Being so caught up in your roaring thoughts, you jump when you feel Ashley rest a gentle hand on your tense shoulder. "Go. Go help him."

You let out a shaky breath, shaking your head vigorously. "I-I can't. I have to protect you."

Ashley, with determination in her eyes, squeezes your shoulder. "I'll be fine out here, trust me. Now go help him!"

You exhale, ready your gun, and bust through the window to join Leon. He barely masks the look of surprise on his face when he sees you join his side on the balcony. Deciding to brush off his genuine confusion, you focus your attention on the Chief. "So lemme guess: giant eyeball is the weak spot, ey?"

Deciding to wait to scold you later, Leon clears his throat. "Yup, and he's gonna need some glasses after this."

"Ha ha." you laugh dryly, smirking at him. You narrowly miss a swing of the monster's claws, and parry his next attack with your knife. You and Leon work in tandem: distract him enough in order to get a clear shot to his weak spot.

With the added firepower, he collapses and starts flailing about. As you predicted, his spine completely breaks, splitting him in two. For a brief moment, you're convinced that he's finally dying, but no, the fucker just has to mutate again. From the bottom of his severed torso grows more sharp appendages, and he starts climbing the beams.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" you curse, reloading your handgun. To make matters worse, flaming planks of wood are being thrown at you two, and you're feeling yourself tiring quickly. Fighting off the slow approach of unconsciousness, you keep running and tumbling, all while feeling your lungs and throat burning from smoke inhalation. You feel the intense heat pulling you down, your legs starting to feel like jelly, but you refuse to succumb to it. With the one remaining bullet in your gun, you fire at the explosive barrels that the creature is holding.

"Lord Saddler!" He utters his final words. Finally, yours and Leon's equally unrelenting attacks have killed him.

"Hey! Quick! This place is coming down!" You barely hear her, but are pulled towards the window with your hand in Leon's.

The cool, refreshing air blesses your lungs when you hit solid ground. You quickly pat away the burning embers pricking at your clothes, and you slowly rise to your feet. You feel lightheaded, and you don't even realize that your legs have buckled beneath you until you feel strong arms holding you up. You lull your head onto Leon's shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" His gentle voice coaxes you back to semi-consciousness. You take several shallow breaths that burn you from the inside. You slowly lift your head to look at him, your eyes struggling to focus.

"Remind me..." You catch your breath. "Remind me to never willingly enter a burning building again."

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@so-mordor-itis

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

It's really disappointing to see the fandom, even Louis fans, mischaracterize him so much. The fact that even self acclaimed fans still see him as "just a funny guy, a jokester. Clem needs a laugh" it really gets on my nerves.

It's worse on fanfics– and as if it couldn't get any worse, for some reason they have Clementine not have any faith in him. Like??? That's literally the base of their relationship?? Clementine sees the real him?? Reliable?? Why are they making her have doubts on his capabilities??

And I blame the game as well– AJ and Clem have like two lines about doubting him and implying he isn't reliable or smart and it makes me maaaad.

oop, I think this ask was a companion to the one I previously answered, so I probably should've answer this one first whoops~

But, yes, I agree. Mischaracterization is inescapable when it comes to fandom since fandom likes to pick out 2-3 traits to boil characters down to... y'know, so that they fit with the same 5 incorrect quotes posts over and over again. Not that I know anything about that from experience. Nope.

And when it comes to my guy Louis I try really hard to just not engage with that, y'know? I've done a lot of research on reddit about the Louis vs Violet debate because I'm a masochist and I hate myself for other things I'm working on, so I've become kinda numb to all the arguments about Louis being Mr. Unreliable Funny Man at this point.

I mean, arguments related to the debate still annoy me, hence why it's a topic I still write about, but it doesn't get under my skin the way it used to.

Also, I haven't read much new clouis fic these days... I've mostly reread the same few that are nostalgic for me. So, reading that some fics apparently have Clem not have faith in him is... a choice? Like, I'd need the context of that to make a full judgement, but still.

As for AJ and Clementine in-game, I'll refer you back to the one I answered before this. Just so that I don't have to rehash it here. Though I'll add that it's not inherently bad for the characters to doubt Louis from a writing standpoint. They need to doubt so that he can subvert their expectations of him, and grow as a character.

But, I also believe that's why AJ having the doubtful dialogue choice at the end bothers people, too.

[platypusundercover]

"You can keep the hat, kiddo."

Finally done! I drew a scene of my fanfic Daisy, about Boothill finding his daughter, Clementine, again.

The colors don't look at all the same as on my tablet ;-; Had so much fun drawing and lining this, especially Clem. I almost gave up on the shading at one point but I MADE IT ! It's a bit wonky here and there but who cares! I'm done with it, I can now move on to writing more Clem headcanons hehehe