#he's been waiting for this opportunity since raccoon city

[cosmos-daughter]

he saw the virus outbreak happening outside and said "wait, i have the perfect outfit for this situation"

[ghosty-writes-23]

I'm Not Coming Home. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: NSFW Content, Virginity Loss, Fluff & Angst, !WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!, Foreplay, Body Worship, Eating Out, Soft!Dom!Leon, Aftercare, Sad Ending.

Pairing: RE2R!Boyfriend!Leon + Virgin!Girlfriend!Reader

Rating: Mature.

Summary: "Nothing Lasts Forever, Nothing Stays The Same." You and Leon and in love until one day Leon decided to go to Raccoon City after not hearing from his lieutenant in weeks, but little did both of you know that one decision was going to change both of your lives forever...

Word Count: 4.7k

Ghosty's Notes: Hello, I know this one is a little more of a sadder one, but I did try and make the smut scene a little better, since the last one was a little lack luster, but I do hope you enjoy this one.

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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18+ Content // Minors DO NOT Interact // 18+ Content.

It was a normal cozy Saturday afternoon, you were lounging around your dorm room in comfortable clothing which consisted of a pair of light blue sleep shorts with little white clouds on them and one of your boyfriend Leon’s oversized hoodies that was almost like a dress on you as it came to mid-thigh, currently you were laying your head on Leon’s lap listening to him hum a soft turn as he was reading his police academy textbook and playing with your hear causing a small hum and leave your lips as you enjoyed his attention and affection.

Leon had been told to wait until he got the order that he could come to the Raccoon City Police department or RDP for short, because last week he got an order to stay away until it was safe to come, he was a little confused at first but he agreed listening to his lieutenant, but you knew deep down and was worried and a little disappointed that he had to wait, but if they were direct orders then he would listen to them.

You knew this was an amazing opportunity for him and his career, but it did make you a little sad that you wouldn’t be able to see him every time he came in for his morning coffee at the café you worked at, always ordering an abnormally sweet drink and a piece of the cake of the day that your mom had made that morning, he loved ant type of your mom’s baking as he had a huge sweet tooth.

Your mom likes to have Leon taste all her new creations and free of charge of course because you knew deep down she saw Leon as her future son in law so he shouldn’t have to pay, even if you kept telling her you both were too young to be thinking that far ahead into the future, sometimes she herself knew her creations weren’t good enough for the café, but Leon still eat them with a smile on his face.

“Have you heard back from your lieutenant?” You asked Leon as he had moved his hand from your head and was now resting against your cheek as he stroked the soft skin there, but his eyes were glued to his textbook as if he was trying to memorise it so he was prepared for when he would eventually leave for Raccoon city. “No, I haven’t, but if I haven’t heard from them in a couple of days I will give them a ring.” Leon says before he took his eyes off his textbook and looked at you giving you a small, tired smile before he pulled you closer to him and leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead then rested his own forehead there.

“As much as waiting around sucks, I’m happy I get to spend more time with you before you go.” You say softly as you looked up into his blue eyes that are warm with love and affection for you, your own eyes mirroring the same warmth and emotion in your eyes. “I knew you would say that princess.” Leon says with a small laugh as he leaned down and captured your lips between his in a soft kiss.

You and Leon had come up with a plan to deal with a long distant relationship, since you were halfway through your semester and you wanted to at least complete this year then transfer to Raccoon city university before you moved in with Leon, it was only just 6 months away until you two would finally have your own apartment and no more shower sharing or no more shower caddy for you or timed showers, you will have your own personal shower and can take nice long hot showers, it sounded like a dream come true.

As the kiss deepened, his tongue teasing your bottom lip as asking for entry into your mouth, you opened your mouth as you moved and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, you and Leon have had make out sessions before but you have never gone further then that, but since your roommate is away for the next couple of days visiting her boyfriends family out of town and you finally had the dorm to yourself, so you thought today might be the day you wanted to lose your virginity to Leon.

Pulling away from the kiss a string of saliva connected to both of your lips, a soft whine left Leon’s lips as he moved his head slightly closer to you as if to chase your lips and put them back against his, this caused a soft laugh to leave your lips as you rested your forehead against his and saw his eyes open. “why��d you stop, did you want to stop?” Leon asked softly his concern clear on his face thinking he did something wrong; he never wanted to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable or pressured into doing something you didn’t want to do; he would respect your boundaries.

“I want this, I do.” You reassured him before gently bumped your nose against his, a soft smile on your face as you looked into his eyes. “I want to go further.” You say quietly as you felt your cheeks and tips of your ears start to burn slightly, this was big for you knew Leon wasn’t a virgin, but he was always open with you if you had any questions for him, you knew he would take care of you, and you trusted him with everything you had.

“Are you sure Y/n, I mean this is a huge decision.” Leon says looking at you with wide eyed, you knew this was a huge decision but to you it felt right, and you wanted to loss your virginity to him before he left to go to Raccoon city. “Yes Leon I’m sure, I love you and I trust you.” You say looking up at him as you saw him gulp, the tips of his ears was slightly red as well his blonde hair slightly falling over his eyes.

“Okay.” He says softy before he scoops you up in his arms with ease and starts making his way to your bedroom, you cling to him a soft giggle leaving your lips as your heart was racing in your chest, you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, but you knew that Leon would take care of you and make this as comfortable and positive as he could for your first ever sexual experience.

*In Your Room*

Leon place you gently onto your bed before he moved above you, his knee was in between your thighs, his hands were either side of your head as he looked down at you, his gaze was warm and filled with love and affection. “I love you.” You say softly causing a smile to form on his lips as well as his cheeks slightly colouring as well. “I love you too princess.” Leon says before he leaned down and gently kissed you, your eyes fluttered close as you enjoyed the sensation of his warm lips against yours.

Your arms came up and wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you as this time you decided to tease your tongue along his bottom lip before he opened his mouth and you tangled your tongue with his, a soft moan left your lips as you felt one of his hands cupping the side of your face and gently stroking your cheek, the small affection makes your heart rate pick up slightly. Soon he broke the kiss and started to trail soft kisses down your jawline to your neck, the hand that was on your cheek moved and went to the bottom of the hoodie you were wearing, but his movements stopped.

“Is this ok?” he asked huskily against your ear, his breathing slightly heavy as his lips were pressed against the soft skin of your neck. “Yes.” You says closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation, your hands slightly gripping the blanket that was under your body on your bed, Leon pulled away from your neck and carefully tugged your hoodie off leaving you in your bra and little cotton shorts. “So beautiful.” He says with a soft hum as his eyes looked over your body, he looked at you if you had hung the stars, because in his eyes you did.

You looked away feeling slightly embarrassed at his words, but he just chuckled softy before he reached behind him and pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the bedroom ground, as you looked at his body you found yourself biting your lip as your thighs subconsciously squeezed together, you had seen Leon shirtless multiple times over your relationship but today it just felt different. Looking up at him you saw a faint blush on his cheeks, reaching up you were hesitant to touch his bare skin, but Leon grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together before he placed it over his chest right over his heart, you could feel it thumping against your hand with every beat.

You slightly flexed your fingers before your eyes meet his pupils were slightly wider as his eyes didn’t leave yours, moving up you so you were now sitting up you bumped your nose against his before you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his shoulder and started to trial kisses up to his neck, making sure to place a soft kiss on each of the moles that was on his neck, knowing they were his weak spots, with each kiss a grunt or a course would leave his lips as you gently suckled the soft skin leaving a little mark.

Soon you were gently pressed back onto the bed and before you could protest you felt Leon’s lips against the bare of your lower chest as he began to trail kisses downwards, your body feeling as if it was on fire from how hot you were feeling, your fingers went to his hair as you moved it out of his face as he reached the hem line of your shorts, his eyes looked up at you his expression was one of love and lust, his eyes were hooded, you nodded your head before you felt his fingers hook into your shorts and gently tugged them down carefully.

“Lift your hips for me baby.” He asks his voice huskier then usual, you nodded your head and did as you were told, soon your shorts were tugged off and tossed onto the ground and forgotten. Moving Leon placed your legs over his shoulder as he started to place soft kisses on your inner thigh, causing soft whines to leave your lips.

“what are you doing?” You asked him as you couldn’t look at him in the eyes, you felt too embarrassed to look at him when you had him in between your legs. “going to get you nice and prepared for me.” He says as his kisses grew higher until you could feel his breath on the corner of your panties that were sticking to your slick folds that was currently clenching around nothing in need. You didn’t know what he meant by preparing you but when he placed a gentle kiss on your clothed clit it made a whine like moan leave your lips before you pushed your hips slightly more towards his face, the touch making you needy and wanting more.

Leon just gave you a smile before he ran his tongue up the length of your entrance to the top of your clit causing another sweet whine to leave your lips as you arched your back as your fingers slightly tightened their grip in his hair. “Please.” You soft pleaded, you needed more to feel direct contact with no barriers at this point you didn’t care how needy you felt or seemed, you needed more of this pleasure, you needed more of him. “Such a needy girl.” Leon teases but you could tell he was just as affected as you could see his bulge against his sweatpants, but he seemed to be ignoring it and focusing more on your pleasure then his own.

He didn’t bother taking your panties off, instead he just pulled them to the side before running his tongue up in a slow motion, his eyes not leaving your and you felt as if your soul left your body with how he was looking at you as he devoured you like a starved man. You thighs tightened around his head as if you couldn’t comprehend the pleasure that was running through your veins, but Leon didn’t seem to mind, in fact he looked as if he was in her own personal heaven between your thighs, his eyes closed his tongue deep inside your aching pussy, your slick coating his lips as he made soft suckling noise that made you blush and look away out of embarrassment.

His arms came up and wrapped around your thighs, as if he was trying to pull you even closer as soft whines and moans left your lips, you gripped the pillow under your head as you could feel something tightening in your stomach. “L-Leon.” You gently cried out his name as your whole body started to tremble against him. “I know baby, just let go for me.” He purred against your clit as his tongue was circling around it, that was what threw you over the edge you came with a loud moan of his name as you came undone on his tongue alone.

Once you had come down from your high, you were panting slightly a thin layer of sweat coating your body, you couldn’t meet Leon’s gaze, but you knew he was smiling as he moved up and gently tilted your chin up and gently kissed you again, you could taste your self on his lips which made you blush even more. As he broke the kiss you hid you face in his head as he reached over to grab something out of his wallet that was in the back of his pants that were on the ground beside your bed.

You could hear the sound of the condom wrapper rustling in Leon’s hand as he placed it on the bedside table, then he moved his hand to gently cup your cheek and pulled you up so your gaze would meet his. “how was that?” he asked as he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, you found yourself nuzzling into his hand and placing a soft kiss on his palm. “good.” You managed to say, your voice was quiet and almost shy, you really couldn’t believe you just had you boyfriend in between your legs eating you out as if you were his last meal.

“Do you want to continue?” Leon asks, his eyes searching your for any hesitation or anxiety because he wants this to be a positive experience for you. “Yes, please.” You says quietly as you looked at him your cheeks were a lot darker now, but you knew this is what you wanted, for him to be your first and hopefully your last. “Okay.” He says before planting a soft kiss on your forehead and reaching over to grab the condom he had placed on your bedside table before, as well as a small packet of lube that was attached to the back of the condom.

He ripped the packet open the condom packet with his teeth and pulled out the ring looking piece of slippery latex like rubber, it didn’t have a scent to it. He took the piece of latex like rubber and shifted around a little as he placed it on himself with a soft snap noise and a little grunt, once it was securely on he grabbed the packet of lube and tore it open before he coated his fingers then brought them down to your now arching pussy and gently started to massage it in.

The coldness made you shiver slightly and bit your lip but soon it started to warm up. “what’s the lube for?” you asked as you could see Leon cleaning the lube off his hands on his pants that where laying on the ground beside your bed. “it will help with the stretch and hopefully won’t be so painful.” Leon explains as he positions himself in between your thighs your legs were either side of his waist, when you heard that this may be painful your body tensed slightly. Leon felt you tense up before he took one of your hands and intertwined your fingers together and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“I promise I will be as gentle as I can be.” He reassures you as he peppers your hand with gentle kisses, he was trying to get you to relax and not so tense so it wouldn’t be as painful, you nodded your head and gave his hand a soft squeeze back. “Okay, I’m ready.” You say closing your eyes, you felt some shuffling before you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, he was grinding slightly as if he was teasing you, the lube and your own slick making it easier for him to move.

Soon you felt him start to slowly push in, at first there was some resistance as if your body was trying to force him out which caused some pain to shot through your body, a soft choked cry left your lips as you gripped the blanket under your body. “it’s okay sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Leon cooed softly as he was placing gentle kisses on your neck to try and distract you from the pain that you were currently in.

“Fuck Leon, it hurts.” You whimpered softly as your body tensed and trembled slightly as you could feel him deeper inside you inch by inch. “I know baby I know, just a couple more inches okay, you’re doing so well for me.” He praised you softly as he moved some of your hair out of your face.

As he finally sunk in fully, a single tear ran down your cheek, but he caught it with his thumb and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, he hated seeing you in any kind of pain, but he knew that where maybe pain now but it will soon melt into pleasure. “I love you so much.” Leon says as he peppered kisses all over your face and down your neck trying to distract you from your discomfort and it was slowly working. You body had stopped trembling now and you could feel yourself slowly adjusting to his size.

“You can move now.” You tell him quietly as your own eyes were still closed but you gently squeezed his hand, giving him the go ahead. You felt him move slightly his face buried in your neck and your intertwined hands on the pillow beside you as he slowly began to move his hips, listening to make sure you weren’t making noises out of pain or discomfort.

It was uncomfortable at first feeling as if your lower half was being ripped in two, but slowly the pain started to fade away with Leon’s careful and gentle movements, you could feel his warm breath on your neck and hear every little noise he made which made you blush even more since you were making him feel this way. “You okay, its not hurting anymore?” He asks as his movements were still slow and careful, his hips only moving ever so slightly but still remaining deep inside you. “It’s still a little uncomfortable but I’m okay.” You reassured him as you finally opened your eyes and looked up at him.

His eyes were looking at you as if studying for any signs of discomfort or pain, his cheeks and tips of his ears were flushed red, his breathing was slightly heavy as his mouth was open a little bit, some of his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, to you in this moment you felt as if you were falling in love with Leon all over again, your heart skipped a beat and you felt butterflies in your stomach, this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, you maybe young and not know much about your future or what was going to happen but you would pray that Leon would be a part of it forever because you couldn’t see yourself falling anybody else that wasn’t him.

“I love you Leon.” You tell him as you moved your hips in rhythm with his, soft moans began to leave your lips as you moved your wraps to wrap around his neck, your nails slightly digging into his shoulders, the pain had faded and was now replaced with a feeling of the same pleasure Leon had made you feel before.

“I love you too Y/n.” Leon panted softly as he picked up the pace, soft moans were falling from his lips as well as he began to feel himself twitch, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he would make sure you came again before he did. Your moans started to grow louder as the bed started to make a soft creaking noise.

You were close your stomach was tightening up again the same as before, you pulled Leon closer to you and kissed him hard before you felt the knot in your stomach snapped and you came undone for a second time that day, as Leon kissed you back be soon followed and with a final twitch he spilled into the condom with a grunt against your lips before he pulled away and moved some sweaty hair out of your face and give you one of his lop-sided grins.

“I’m going to pull out now okay.” He says, his voice a few octaves deeper, you nodded your head before you felt him slowly pull out, a soft wince leaving your lips as you saw him get off your bed and discarded the used condom before going into the bathroom. After a few moments Leon returned with a warm cloth and a bottle of water and something to eat for the both of you. “you okay, I didn’t hurt you too much.” Leon asked worried as he placed the food items down and went to clean up the mess you both had made.

“No, it was perfect.” You say giving your loving and slightly worried boyfriend a warm smile, to you that moment was everything you could have asked for. “Well, I’m glad I could make this memorable for you.” He says with a smile as he cleaned up the mess before tossing the now dirty cloth into your clothes bin and got into bed beside you pulled the blankets up over your naked bodies.

“Thank you.” You say nuzzling into his chest as he grabs the water bottle and food snacks for you both. “anything for my special girl.” He says before opening one of the snack packets he had grabbed and offered you some first, you smiled and took one of the cookies out of the packet and began to nibble on it as you cuddled up to him, basking in his warmth and the glow of your innocence that had now been taken by the man you loved with all your heart….

*Later On, That Same Week.*

Leon had left for Raccoon City last night, he was too worried when he hadn’t heard back from his lieutenant, so he decided to head to the RDP and promised you he would call you once he got into police station, you wanted to try and convince him to stay even if it was until morning since it was a long drive and maybe you could have went with him, but he argued that you had class the next morning and he didn’t want you to miss it.

He had been sending you messages every hour updating you on where he was and even taking some pictures of things he saw, which made you smile but in the back of your mind something wasn’t sitting right with you.

When you got back to your dorm room that afternoon, you threw your bag onto the couch and headed into your bedroom with the plan on changing into comfortable clothing and binge watch some awful reality TV show since you had a free day from work and your roommate was not dragging you to another party you didn’t want to go too.

Going up into your room head stripped down to your bra and panties before doing over to your draws, a small smirk appeared on your lips as you opened Leon’s draw that you had kept for when he left his clothes here, you ruffled through the draw looking for something to wear before your hand ended up hitting a box, curiously you grabbed the box and pulled it out of the draw.

It was a small black box, knowing you should put it back and respect Leon’s privacy but he won’t know you had a little sneak peek you through before you opened the box and gasped softly, inside was a simple ring with a small quarter diamond in the middle, it wasn’t anything too fancy or over bored it was simple and elegant, but as soon as you opened it you closed it feeling your emotions well up in your throat.

Was Leon going to propose? Or was he holding onto it for a friend, but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your roommate call out of your name, putting the box back in the draw and throwing some clothes on, you headed downstairs to see what you friend wanted, but as you did you saw what she was looking at on the TV. “The government has ordered an airstrike on Raccoon city, since there was an outbreak there of an unknown virus.” Your roommate says and all the blood and colour drain from your face.

“you’re screwing with me, Leon’s in Raccoon city.” You say as panic and dread started to wash over you like a tidal wave, you knew you should have tried harder to convince Leon to stay here with you and now because of your one mistake you are about to loss the love of your life.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” your roommate spoke her voice was filled with sorrow and pain, you wanted to yell at her to tell her to stop lying to you that this sick joke wasn’t funny but then you saw the news on the TV and your heart felt as if it was stepped on and shattered into a thousand little pieces, tears started to fall down your cheeks at a rapid pace.

“No, No, this isn’t fair, this isn’t FAIR.” You screamed out as you began to sob into your hands, your body trembling as you started to hyperventilate, your roommate rushing to your side and taking you in her arms tightly. “I’m so sorry Y/n.” she says as her own eyes began to fill with tears, you sobbed into her arms and clung to her tightly as you felt as if your world had just come crashing down around you.

You were never going to see Leon again, hear his voice or stories he had from either his friend group from the police academy or from work, or feel his warmth against yours as he held you in his arms, your dream of living together was now nothing just a broken fantasy that can never come true.

As you sobbed into your roommates arms you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you didn’t want to answer it feeling as if the carpet had been pulled out from under you, but you looked at the text and it made even more tears run down your cheeks before you dropped the phone with a loud thud before she sobbed into your roommates shoulder.

The Message on her phone was from Leon, a final message of goodbye, it was 5 simple little words that would forever leave a hole in your heart.

“I’ll Always Love You Y/n….”

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[rizzanon]

[Black Coffee] Leon Kennedy

warning: quite a long fic, not proofread 0_0, Leon being an absolute lovestruck idiot

Leon doesn't know what he's doing.

He's sitting at the far corner of the small, comfy cafe he's at, drinking black coffee while sneaking glances towards the barista at the counter.

He doesn't even like coffee. Well, he thought he didn't. But he always liked the black coffee you made.

For the past few weeks, he made sure that coming to this very cafe became apart of his daily routine. He tries to do so everyday when he's not on a mission.

But why does he make the effort to do so?

He doesn't even know himself. All he knew was that he wanted to see you. Even if it's from a distance. Even if it meant sneaking shy glances at you, who's taking the patrons orders, and making their drinks.

Seeing your pleasant smile always brightened his day, even if the smile wasn't meant for him. Your smile and friendly aura are what attracted him to you in the first place. Yet, he couldn't find it in him to go up to you and strike a conversation. The only words he had ever uttered to you were, "One black coffee, please". On some occasions, he would order a sandwich as well, if he was hungry. After getting his order, he would find a seat in a corner that was away from the other patrons, but was still in bird's eye view to see you working behind the counter.

Right now, you were busy behind the counter, whipping up a customer's order swiftly. Leon could tell you were exhausted, and rightfully so. Because that day, it seemed that the cafe was more busier than usual. Even though the cafe was packed with more customers than usual, Leon noticed how you still kept a smile on your face as you served each and every customer with the help of your co-workers.

Leon wonders how you do it. How were you able to keep a smile on your face despite being clearly exhausted? He could barely smile after filling up a couple of tedious government reports. He wanted to ask you, but was it stepping out of line?

He was just a random customer at your cafe. so wouldn't it be weird if he were to suddenly come up to you and ask, "Hey, how do you always keep a smile on your face like that?"

You would definitely be confused, and would think that he had a few screws loose Leon didn't want you to think that way of him. Not when he barely had the chance to get to know you yet.

How long has he been sitting at the cafe anyways?

He looked down at his half empty cup of coffee, and picked it up to finish drinking it.

Ah..

It's cold.

Must've been here for quite some time now.

Just as Leon was about to stand up and return the cup back to the counter where you were standing at, he watched one of your coworkers walk up to you, saying something that didn't quite reach his ears. You smiled at your coworker, and left your station at the counter to go to the back, while the coworker took over the job of taking the customers orders.

Your shift must have ended, Leon thought, as he quietly sulked at missing his opportunity to talk to you again.

Looks like hell have to try again another time.

No matter how hard Leon tries, it seemed as if every opportunity he got to go and talk to you is short-lived. He was either interrupted by impatient customers waiting in line behind him or by your coworkers who needed help with something. Despite this, he couldn't entirely blame the circumstances for not being able to talk to you. If he hadn't hesitated to go and talk to you, he wouldn't be in this troubled predicament.

Why was he hesitating?

You were just an ordinary person, going about with your life like anyone would. He shouldn't feel nervous to go and strike a conversation with you.

Yet here he was, getting butterflies in his stomach whenever the thought of talking to you pops up in his mind. The way he's behaving right now reminds him of his 21 year old self, the rookie cop he once was. But he's no longer 21, he's 27. 6 years have passed since that unfortunate incident in Raccoon City. He was now a fully fledged government agent, having faced various bio weapons among the missions he's been assigned. Talking to you should be no big deal, right?

The moment Leon stepped into the cafe, he could spot a (very) noticeable difference in the atmosphere right then compared to the previous times he's been to the cafe. It was quite empty, only having about a few customers lounging there.

That could be because it wasn't the peak hour yet for the cafe. After all, it was only 10 am. Usually, Leon would show up at the cafe at around 1 pm, the time which more people would show up to the cafe. Would it be weird for him to show up earlier than he usually did?

No. It shouldn't be.

He was a customer after all, he's allowed to go and get coffee whenever he wants.

No big deal.

So why was he so pressed about it? Why did he care about little things like that? Leon didn't have the answers to those questions, and just shook those thoughts out of his head, before making his way to the counter, where you were.

He swears he saw your eyes light up when he locked eyes with you. But then again, it could've just been a figment of his imagination,

"Oh! Hello sir! You're here earlier today!" Your voice rang out, as you smiled at the blond man who was walking towards the counter.

You noticed?

Leon, slightly taken aback by your jovial greeting, could only just nod his head. He didn't think you'd actually acknowledge that he was there at the cafe earlier than he usually would be.

"Ah.... yeah I suppose I came here earlier than usual," he replied quite drily. Not the tone he wanted to his words to come off as.

Despite his blatant dryness, the smile on your face unwavering.

"So, I'm guessing you want your usual?"

Usual?

"By usual, do you mean a black coffee?"

"Yeah, I mean, isn't that what you always order from here? Sometimes, you order a sandwich too, right?"

Leon's mouth was slightly agape, not knowing what to say, Did he really come to this cafe so many times that you'd know his order by heart? Leon wanted to feel flattered, but at the same time, this was to be expected if he kept on ordering the same thing over and over.

"Yeah, guess you got me all figured out. Kinda boring, isn't it?" Leon said, in a self-deprecating tone.

"If I'm being honest, yeah, it is kind of boring to order the same thing all the time. But people like eating or drinking something they re familiar with, so does it really matter if their order is boring if that's what they want?"

Your very blunt answer was not what Leon was expecting. But it was refreshing nonetheless.

"You do have a point. Familiarity is something everyone unconsciously seeks for, even in the littlest of things."

"True, familiarity in the littlest things are what allows us to build connections and find common ground after all." You continued, as you smiled warmly at Leon, which only caused him to break eye contact with you. Wow, he didn't expect to be having a full on conversation with you, today of all days.

"Glad to hear we're on the same page on these things, Mister....?" Your words trailed off, as you attempted to get the blond man's name.

Leon blinked in realisation that you were asking for him name, and almost choked on air, clearing his throat to regain his composure.

"Leon. Just call me Leon, No need for formalities, haha."

Your smile only grew brighter at his words, a chuckle leaving your mouth as well.

"I see, it's nice to finally get your name, Leon I'm _____. I should go and make your coffee now, don't wanna keep you waiting." You said, as you quickly went to prepare the black coffee you always made for him.

Leon was in a daze, satisfaction washing all over his face. He finally was able to get your name. But there was a thought lingering at the back of his mind.

With the way you phrased your words, were you also waiting for the chance to learn his name?

No, he shouldn't really jump to conclusions like that. Maybe you simply just wanted to know his name, nothing more than that.

He was soon interrupted from his thoughts from you coming back up to the counter with his coffee in your hand, and something else too.

Cookies..?

"Here you go! That'll be $2.50. Also, thought it would be nice to have cookies to eat as well. To satisfy your sweet tooth."

"You're giving someone who orders black coffee almost everyday from your cafe, cookies, to satisfy their sweet tooth?" Leon repeated your words, sarcasm slipping out of his tongue.

He was taken aback, amused even.

He expected you to take back your words, but instead, you just doubled down.

"Yeah, why not? I have a hunch you'll like them. Always trust the barista, Leon." You said sending a wink his way.

"And don't worry about paying for it, it's on me. A little thank you for being a loyal customer." You handed Leon the bag of cookies and his usual coffee, before waving him goodbye.

"Bye Leon! Hope to see you again soon!"

Leon just nodded in return, beckoning goodbye before heading out of the cafe to head over to his next destination. Once he was sure he was fully out of your sight, he almost collapsed out of pure bliss and joy.

He couldn't believe that just this one interaction with you was able to make him feel this way. Making him feel like a high school kid all over again. Making his heart beat so rapidly.

He concluded that he had a crush on you. There was no doubt about that, with how he was feeling.

But he knew that he would have to do more in order to catch your attention. After all, to you, he was just another regular customer of the cafe you worked at.

He wanted to get to know you more. He had to talk to you more.

Too bad things didn't exactly go the way Leon wanted it to. How was he supposed to know that his schedule would've become so packed for the next few days that he didn't even have time to go to the cafe?

Leon could only internally curse at himself and his management for suddenly assigning him all these tasks and reports. They weren't difficult, but it was time-consuming, and that was what Leon hated about them the most.

It had been a week since he last went to buy coffee from the cafe you worked at. A week since he last saw you.

He wonders how you've been faring for these last couple of days. He hopes you've been doing okay, like you always have. Was it weird for him to want to see you?

Maybe.

After all, the two of you were barely even acquaintances.

Still, he wanted to go to the cafe and see you.

But he couldn't do that just yet. Not until he's completed all the tasks and reports assigned to him.

Leon knew he was definitely lacking sleep. He could use one of the coffees you'd make for him. It would definitely energise me, he thought.

It was as if the gods heard his prayers, as Hunnigan popped up from behind him, as she set down a cup of coffee. He recognised the logo on the paper cup. It was from the cafe you worked at.

"Here, thought you could use some coffee. You look as if you're going to die any moment now." Hunnigan says, as she looked him up and down.

"Wow, thanks a lot. Appreciate ya'. Remind me to take you out to drink next time, 'kay?"

"No thanks."

Leon just chuckled as he watched the unamused Hunnigan return back to her own desk, before setting his eyes on the coffee she gave him.

He thinks to himself, "Did you make this?"

You probably did. After all, you were one of the main baristas at the cafe.

He gingerly picks up the cup, blowing softly onto the surface of the cup, before taking a sip of the coffee.

....

It was bitter.

Bitter?

Why was it bitter?

Usually, the coffees you'd make were sweeter than this.

"Hey, Hunnigan. You sure this is black coffee?" Leon calls out to Hunnigan. Hunnigan looks up from her screen, confusion spread across her face.

"Yeah. It's definitely black coffee."

"Why is it so bitter than?"

Leon watched as Hunnigan furrows her eyebrows, her expression becoming one of unamusement.

"Black coffee is supposed to be bitter, Leon."

What?

Leon didn't know what to think. All this time, the coffees you made for him were sweeter than what he just drank. At that moment, he recalled the last time he'd talk to you.

"Also, thought it would be nice to have cookies to eat as well. To satisfy your sweet tooth."

"You're giving someone who orders black coffee almost everyday from your cafe, cookies, to satisfy their sweet tooth?"

"Yeah, why not? I have a hunch you'll like them. Always trust the barista, Leon."

Leon immediately rises from his seat, feeling his face flush in embarrassment. You somehow knew Leon wouldn't like black coffee. And all this while, you were playing with him, making him think he was drinking black coffee when in actuality, he was not.

He had to talk to you.

He wanted to know how you'd know that he apparently wouldn't like black coffee. Not even he himself realised that.

He immediately heads to the exit, wanting to confront you about it. The cafe was 20 mins away, he could go there and quickly come back. That is, after he gets his answers.

"Hey Leon! Where are you going?!? You still have stuff to-"

"I'll be back, Hunnigan."

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.

.

Within 20 minutes, Leon finds himself at the cafe you worked at. It was almost 12 pm, so customers were going to pile up soon.

Leon sees you at the counter, and walks up to you.

You immediately noticed him, and your eyes once again, lit up at the sight of the blond man.

"Oh hey! Leon! It's been a while. How've you been?"

"How'd you know from the get go I wouldn't like actual black coffee?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, before you suddenly burst out laughing. Leon just looked at you, confused.

"Oh my god, you finally realised, huh? After one month. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be laughing, but it really is amusing."

"What's so amusing about this? You tricking me into thinking you're giving me black coffee all this time?" Leon mumbles, avoiding your eyes as he clearly was embarrassed about the situation.

Maybe confronting you head on like this wasn't the best idea....

"I sincerely apologise. But can I ask you this one thing?"

"Uh.... okay?"

"When you first started coming to this cafe one month ago, was my coffee the first ever coffee you've actually tried?"

Oh.

It was.

But Leon was already too embarrassed to admit that.

Seeing his reaction, you just chuckled even more.

"Based on your reaction, I can tell it was. That explains why you didn't seem to notice that I got the orders mixed up that day. I accidentally gave you a latte instead of black coffee, but before I could warn you, you already took a sip, and didn't say anything about it."

"Oh."

"Oh in deed. I didn't know how to burst your bubble, you clearly enjoyed the latte and I didn't want to ruin your mood that day. So I just continued to make you lattes instead of actual black coffees from then on. I guess I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to figure that out, haha!"

Leon wishes he could just disappear at that moment. How embarrassing. He was just being fooled all this while unknowingly.

At least it gave you a good laugh, that's what Leon thought.

But could he recover from this moment?

Hopefully.

Your laughter died down after a while, and that's when you started feeling a little guilty for tricking Leon. His embarrased side was really adorable though. You didn't think that this stoic man who always came to the cafe was able to make this expression. It was kinda cute.

"I'm sorry once again for fooling you all this while. Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me? So that I won't lose a very loyal customer?" You asked with pleading eyes, batting your eyelashses at the blond man.

"Hmm.... how about you give me your number for starters?"

You were taken aback by his request, a blush creeping up your face as you quickly realised he wasn't joking, flashing you a boyish grin.

"Sure! Why not. I guess we'll be talking a lot more huh, Leon."

m.list

[lovelycleon]

Leon showing his honest opinion about the government throughout RE Infinite Darkness.

Leon’s complete lack of reaction when someone praises him and his position in the White House.

This is a job that has been forced on him. It was not something he wanted for his life or is proud of. Being praised for this position means nothing to Leon.

Leon's rage against these specific zombies.

Remember these were not just Leon's coworkers, these people are politicians and agents who directly or indirectly involved in the life he has now and this was his only opportunity to say what he really feels about them.

Leon's impatience with the lack of details about the mission.

He can already feel that something is wrong because US didn't try to hack the enemy before sending them to the field and he is not willing to be manipulated into a mission without a worthwhile cause. He doesn't trust them, he needs to know more.

Leon's resentment and heated speech disagreeing with the government's decisions regarding the Raccoon City incident.

Raccoon City changed Leon forever, not just because of the trauma, but because of everything that happened afterwards. Things the government did and blackmailed him into accepting, threatening his loved ones for it.

And Leon has a lot on his mind that he keeps to himself.

Leon thought killing everyone in the sub were official orders.

He genuinely thought that the murders of the submarine crew were part of the mission the government signed off on for Jason and Shen Mai. He waited for the right moment to confront Jason and find out their (the government) true intentions.

Leon stated the consequences of leaking classified information.

Going against the government is a death sentence and Leon knows this better than anyone since he is in their sights from the very beginning of his career. After years, he understands the risks they pose.

Leon recognizes the government's typical behavior.

Hiding their dirty dealings in plain sight is something Leon has probably witnessed multiple times (even proven in previous games and movies) since most of his enemies become arrogant with the power they get from their privileged position. Wilson is a good example of this.

Leon's final decision.

The decision to go against the government in his own way and try to fight the corruption and bioterrorism from inside is something that appears in many of Leon's stories set after Infinite Darkness.

In addition to all this, since RE2, Capcom always makes a point of stating Leon's opinion about the government in one way or another.

Infinite Darkness wasn't the first Resident Evil that tried to show his resentment and struggle, but it was without a doubt one of the stories that delved deeper into it.

It's a recurring theme for Leon's storyline: showing someone trying to manipulate him, how he reacts to that and his character development over time.

We just have to wait and see where Capcom wants to go from there.

[dr-albertwesker]

[WESKER'S REPORT II / G-VIRUS]

G-VIRUS

1995.7.31 (Mon)

(Seven years after previous record)

It was summer again and seventeen years had passed since that day I first visited that place. Whenever I came back there, I remembered the smell of the wind that day. Both the building and surrounding scenery hadn't changed since then. Above the heliport I could also see Birkin, who had arrived earlier. It had already been a long time since we last met. Four years had now passed since I left the Arklay Laboratory.

When the G-Virus Project formulated by Birkin was approved four years ago, I requested a transfer to the intelligence division and was readily accepted. Giving up on my career in the role of a researcher and seeking a turning point must've looked like a natural course of events from anyone's perspective. The fact is, the concept of "G" was beyond a level I could keep up with. Even if I had no aim to investigate Spencer's true intentions, I was sure I'd reached the limit of my capabilities as a researcher by that stage.

As the wind of the helicopter whirled overhead, Birkin never took his eyes off the papers in his hand, as usual. Although he seemed to be a regular visitor to Arklay, he no longer belonged there either. Some time ago, he transferred to a huge underground research facility in Raccoon City. That place served as the base for him developing the "G-Virus." But to be quite honest, four years prior, I never imagined Spencer would approve G. It consisted of a concept so unknown it deviated from the general idea of a weapon.

The reason G is distinguished from the previous t-Virus is that an infected organism continues to mutate spontaneously and independently. Viruses are prone to mutations due to the fact their genes are exposed. But that's only true of a virus itself, not for the genes of living organisms. It's very rare for in-vivo genes to mutate even if they're structurally altered by a virus.

External factors such as exposure to radiation are another story. An organism infected by G requires no such external factors at all however, it will continuously mutate until it dies. A similar characteristic exists to a lesser extent within the t-Virus. It had already been confirmed that placing a Bio Organic Weapon in a special environment would cause structural genetic changes due to activation of the virus within the body. For that to happen though, it strictly requires a trigger due to an external factor, putting re-mutations within a predictable range to a certain extent.

However, there was no such rule for a "G Organism." No one can predict where their changes will lead, and no matter what countermeasures are devised to destroy it, it would continue to mutate and invalidate them.

Birkin discovered a glimpse of this effect seven years ago in the female test subject. Used for each and every experiment, she apparently hadn't developed any changes in appearance, but deep down she was constantly changing and survived, coexisting in fusion with all sorts of experimental viruses. Then her internal mutations, lasting twenty one years, had changed her enough to even absorb the "Nemesis Parasite."

The G-Virus Project was going to push this characteristic to the extreme. What lies ahead however may be evolution toward a "supreme organism", or a destructive demise...Could it be called a weapon?

What was Spencer thinking when he approved this project?

Although four years had passed since I transferred to the intelligence division, I was still unable to grasp Spencer's true goal. And now Spencer has even stopped showing up in Arklay. As if he anticipates something happening here soon...Spencer's visage drifts away from me like a mirage floating in a desert. But an opportunity should present itself someday. If I can survive until then, that is.

The elevator picked up Birkin and I and descended to the lab's highest level.

We returned to the place we first met her. Birkin's successor was waiting there, the new chief researcher "John." This man was supposedly an excellent scientist who had come from the Chicago Laboratory, but he appeared too sane a person to work at this lab. He questioned the barbarity of the research here and submitted his opinion to the top brass to have it corrected. There was talk of him even in the intelligence division I was in. Everyone's opinion was "If any information's going to leak out, it'll come from this guy." We just ignored John and commenced her final disposal.

We were to kill her. Although she had absorbed Nemesis and regained a modicum of intelligence, it merely resulted in bizarre behavior. Her actions gradually escalated until she began tearing the faces off other women and wearing them. According to the records, it seems she exhibited a similar behavior at the time she was first injected with the Progenitor Virus. We had no idea what she was thinking or why she was doing it, but her disposal was decided on after three researchers recently fell victim to her.

Now that G research was on track, she no longer held any practical value as a test subject. After repeatedly verifying her lack of vital signs over the course of three days, her body was brought somewhere at the director's order. In the end, I still have no clue who she was or why she was brought here. Of course, the same is true for the other test subjects. But the "G-Project" may not have existed if not for her. In that event, the lives of myself and Birkin would probably be different now. I thought about that as I left the Arklay Laboratory.

I do wonder, to what extents do Spencer's calculations go?

(Three years later, the "incident" begins)

[onilorian]

The Secret Double

Chapter 1

<Chapter 2>

Masterlist

[Gojo x Fem!Reader]

Warnings:

Eventually leads to smut

Stockholm syndrome

Violence

Blood

Kidnapping

Raccoons?

Psychotic tendencies

Geto becoming a therapist

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You hauled the last corpse of a middle aged man into the room piled with other bodies. "That's the last one. Where's the boss?" You asked as you turned around. Other men were also working on the scene.

"Already back at base, said there was something of special interest to him." One of the men said and you nodded. "Alright then, let's get a move on." You announced to the rest of your coworkers.

You were the right-hand woman to Gojo's mob. A gangster through and through and to be honest, it was all for Gojo. Your cold-bloodedness, your loyalty, everything was for Gojo.

But you wouldn't ever tell anyone that because what would they all think?

What would anyone think about your infatuation for the boss?

They'd probably think you're crazy or that you only love him because he's got lots of money. But no, he has been with you long before his organization was even as big as it is now. And you still stood by him even when you weren't sure about some of his ideas.

No one could know how you felt. You'd be loyal to Gojo until you died.

On your way back to base you were quite curious as to what may have caught Gojo's eye. Surely he'd fill you in when you returned since he never hid a thing from you, just in the same way you told him everything... except one minute detail of your crush on him.

When you returned, you made your way to Gojo's office and knocked on his door. "Boss, it's me." You said and heard an immediate response. "Come in."

You opened the door and saw Gojo sitting in his office chair while staring at the city below. "The thugs have been taken care of and the crime scene looks nothing more than a workplace accident." You informed Gojo.

He turned around in his chair to face you. His blindfold was on and he smiled. "Well done. Care to join me for a drink?" He asked and you nodded. You sat in a seat across from his desk as he poured you a drink.

"I heard something special came in recently?" You asked as he was handing you the alcoholic beverage he'd poured you. But he froze for a moment which caught you off guard, he never froze up like that.

But he finally gave you your drink and you leaned back in your chair as he spoke. "I thought it was something special... But it was nothing." He said and you turned your head to the side. You took a sip of your drink. The alcohol burning your throat as it went down.

"What was it?" You asked and Gojo took a swig of his drink. He reached up to his blindfold and took it off, his white hair falling in his eyes as he sighed, "A prisoner. I was looking for information but it wasn't useful." He said, avoiding your gaze.

Something felt off after you'd spoken up about this, why was he so vague and why did he freeze up?

"You know I can collect information for you without a problem." You said and he shrugged. "If I find the opportunity without inconvenience I might as well take it." He said as the last of his drink was swallowed up. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed but quickly looked away when he set his glass down.

"Have you gone to the new nightclub yet?" He asked as you took a sip of your drink. "Not yet." You replied and he smiled while chuckling a little, "You know I made it for you." He said as his gaze stayed on you.

You looked away as a faint blush crossed your cheeks, hopefully it was dark enough for him not to be able to tell.

"I know that it was built for more revenue." You said, doubting his words. "You keep telling yourself that." Gojo said as he stood up. You set down your drink and stood up as well. You turned to leave but Gojo stopped you.

"Y/N wait." He said, were you mistaken or did he sound as if he were begging for a moment? Pleading you not to leave?

You turned around and looked at him, right into his beautiful crystal blue eyes.

"Have... a good night." He said slowly. And you subtly raised a curious eyebrow. "You too Gojo." You replied before leaving his office.

The next morning you returned to the HQ of Gojo's mob. You were in search of him for quite awhile but couldn't seem to find him.

You were looking around to ask someone where he may be at when you heard someone talking. You stopped short of the corner you were about to round to listen to them without being heard.

"Why has he been there all day? Who spends that much time with a prisoner? Wasn't he supposed to be the best at interrogation? Shouldn't he be done by now?" It was a guard, asking lots of questions.

"Hey kid, listen here, if you wanna survive in this business you need'a stop asking questions and keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, it won't be me you're having a problem with." The other guard said. And he was definitely right about that.

Well at least now you knew where you were going, so you turned around and headed towards the cells down in the basement.

Once you arrived you looked at all the cells, plenty empty, and few with actual prisioners.

You reached one where two guards were at, both you knew fairly well. "Is he in here?" You asked, they both knew you were referring to Gojo.

"Y-Yes ma'am." One of them stuttered. "Good, I need to talk to him." You said as you were about to enter but they both stopped you.

"What's the problem?" You asked, becoming more irritated by the second. "No problem ma'am, but we're not allowed to let anyone in." He informed you.

Let anyone in? But you weren't just anyone. You were the co-founder of this entire mob and it's organization.

"Fine. But you tell Gojo I need to see him when he's done." You said and they both nodded.

You walked away and returned to your own office before sitting in your chair. You sat there, contemplating your options for a moment.

Clearly Gojo was doing something you weren't supposed to know about. He's never done anything like this and it was stressing you out.

You looked down at your desk drawer, deciphering your options.

Finally you used your fingerprint to open it. A bunch of confidential files were in the drawer but another secret compartment lay within it.

You unlocked that to then grab a small flip phone.

Was it really worth using this favor?

The more you thought about it, the more the answer became clear.

You opened the flip phone and called the only number that was on that phone.

You heard three prolonged rings before the other end was picked up.

"This was the last thing I expected today." You heard from the other end and you smiled a little.

"Nice to hear from you too, Geto. I think it's about time I use that favor."

Later that evening, you were sitting in Geto's office, a cold drink in hand as you sat in a chair across from him.

"He's become secretive? Well dear I mean a man should be able to have their own secrets just as a woman should and you now here..." He motioned to you and you rolled your eyes. "I'm making this move because he's acting very out of order. Plus he hasn't told me every bit of his life so I don't always expect him to tell me everything..." You said and Geto smiled.

"Well then, what's it your after? Need someone on his trail? Look through his online history?" Geto asked as he leaned back against his office chair.

"I need to get into a cell." You said and he raised his eyebrow. "A cell? Like a prisoner cell?" Geto clearly confused, leaned forward in his chair.

"Yes. He's been spending so much time in there these past few days and he won't let a single soul in, including myself." You informed Geto before taking a swig of your drink.

"I guess I can see why it's sparked your curiosity. Well then, what's your plan?" Geto asked as a smirk played on his face.

Later that evening you made sure to watch Gojo leave the cell for a business meeting that had been planned for awhile.

"I'll return after the meeting. Don't let anyone in." He said and the guards at the cell nodded.

You hid as Gojo walked past before looking at the two men behind you, dressed perfectly in the uniforms of the guards here.

Their outfits were nothing special, but to prevent oblivious sneak-ins by outsiders, there were the tiniest details that had to be in order as not to cause suspicion.

As for instance, on the assault rifles they held, standing in an idle form they needed to bring their hand on the barrel closer to the trigger rather than in the middle. Or their pants needed to be tucked into their combat boots. Small details like these were that could give away these men standing behind you weren't genuinely in Gojo's mob.

Since they were Geto's men, you briefed them on everything they needed to know without giving too much away. And to be honest, it was the riskiest move you could ever make because you had a gut feeling it'd come to bite you in the ass at a later date.

Suddenly, two other guards come running up the hall, "We need your assistance! There's a disturbance in block C." One of the guards said.

You motioned for the men behind you to follow you, leaving the cramped hiding spot.

"What? Well we can't just leave!" One of the guards blocking the cell you needed to get into said.

You walked around the corner and up the hallway. "A disturbance? What's the matter?" You asked before stopping at one of the cell doors.

"Oh! Miss Y/L.... uh... well honestly it's a bunch of raccoons we found in a cell... and we need help getting them moved." The frantic guard filling you in on something you already knew. "Well then? What're you two waiting for? These two men behind me will have this hall on lockdown. They're from the midshift and needed more hours." You said as you folded your arms.

They all looked at one another, the guards at the door feeling uneasy about leaving. "I know Gojo has requested no one enter that room so I'll ensure it's well guarded. I just have some business to deal with in here." You pointed using your thumb at the cell on your right.

They seemed to relax a little before nodding. "Let's get a move on then." The guards at the door said before they ran off with the other guards.

You smiled to yourself, waiting a few moments to ensure they were gone. "Alright, patrol the halls closer to the entrance of this block, if anyone enters, text me so I can leave the cell." You informed them and they nodded before beginning their patrol.

You walked over to the cell and looked at the keypad. It was best not to try different combinations in case it was set to be securely locked after a certain amount of tries.

You put on a glove before using a UV light and some fingerprint dust. You raised your eyebrows, realizing the combination of numbers that the finger prints rested on could only be your birthday.

You furrowed your eyebrows before punching in the code, and the door unlocking. You put on your mask that included a voice modulator, you felt as if eventually Gojo would find out you entered by the prisoner saying something. But you'd at least try to disguise yourself. You even put on heavier armor to bulk up a bit.

You opened the door to what appeared to be a woman with the same hair color as you turned around. "Back so soon Gojo? You didn't cancel on them for me, surely?" The woman asked as she turned her head only to see you standing over her shoulder menacingly.

You had a black hood on, and your mask was one like a plague doctor's mask. The rest of your outfit was almost a military-style combat uniform colored in black.

"I don't think he would." You said, the modulator making your voice extremely deep.

Her eyes widened in fear, and that's when you noticed it. This girl looked awfully similar to you.

You walked around her so you could get a good look at her.

In some ways she was different. Her body size a little different from yours, her mouth a bit too wide, her eyes a bit closer together, and her nose shape completely different.

"Wh-Who are you?! Where's Gojo?" She yelled as she tugged against her restraints. What the hell was she asking about Gojo as if she had a great personal connection with him?

"Unfortunately at his meeting. So luckily for me, you and I get to spend time together." You said leaning your face closer and she moved her face away.

"You seem to like Gojo an awful lot. How cute." You said and she blushed as she kept her head turned.

Blushing? What in the absolute fuck was she blushing for?

You felt a tiny fire light in your abdomen. Did she actually have some sort of twisted crush on him? She was a prisoner here, he was keeping her captive and she's blushing over him?

"I see he's treated you well." You said and she bit her lip. "He has. And that's why I'm not gonna tell you anything!" She exclaimed and out of pure rage and jealousy you went over and slapped her.

What the hell had Gojo been doing? He wasn't really treating a girl so nicely... especially one that looked like you. What the hell was this all about?

"What's your name?" You asked as you grabbed her throat, your gloves squeezing it. "I am whatever he calls me." She said through gritted teeth and you tilted your head. "Then what is the name Gojo gives you?" You asked and she smiled.

"My name is Y/N."

"What?"

"He calls me Y/N and says he thinks its the most beautiful name on the planet. So that's why he calls me that." She said after you'd let her throat go.

Suddenly the door burst open and there stood Gojo, his gun pointed at you. "Gojo!" She cried out after turning her head, barely being able to see him out of the corner of her eye.

He looked down at her for a brief moment. And so you took that opportunity to move. His attention moved back to you quickly and he began to shoot, but you were able to evade all of the bullets.

You closed in on Gojo and he raised the gun to hit you with it. In that split second you moved to the side and he missed.

His eyes widened, not knowing who could evade him of all people so easily. He wasn't at the top just because he did good business, sure that was apart of it but he was known for his physical capabilites as well.

You then tucked and rolled right between his legs, just barely passing through before making a dash for the end of the hallway.

Gojo continued to shoot at you, and even shot you in your right side.

You gurgled out a sound of pain, it being modulated by the mask. But you kept running, after all, this wasn't your first time being shot nor was it your last.

You turned the corner and finally exiting the cell block, you'd even passed the two men that were employed by Geto laying on the ground. You rolled your eyes and muttered, "Useless."

You then ran into the two men who guarded the door. "Hey! Stop!" They yelled as they aimed their guns at you. You lifted your mask so they could see your face and their eyes widened.

"We don't have a lot of time, I have some things I need to explain to you. Get a move on." You said and they looked at you in confusion, especially because your voice was lowered.

"If you don't move it you're going to get shot." You said before pulling your mask down and running, knowing Gojo was hot on your heels.

"We're on it sir!" They yelled down the corridor after seeing Gojo run around the corner and they began chasing after you.

This seemed to satisfy Gojo as he decided to return back into the cell block.

You slowed down a little, letting them catch up to you. "You better have a damn good reason for this, Y/N. Does Gojo know it's you?" The guard asked and you shook your head, "Clearly not. The bastard shot me." You said as you placed a hand on your side.

"He shot you? We need to go to the medical wing-" The other guard said and you shook your head. "No time. Let's go in here." You dashed to your left into a storage room.

You began to take your mask off and you found the backpack you'd left in here. You also took off your body armor which clearly didn't reach enough to block your side from getting shot. But in all honesty, Gojo is a good shot so he was surely aiming for the larger exposed area that was your side.

You finished putting your things into your bag and stood up. "We're going to the doctor's residence, he'll get me patched up there. I'll explain things on the ride there." You said as you peaked out to the hall, but you heard both their guns raise.

"We can't go anywhere with you unless you tell us what's going on now. We're still loyal to Gojo." One of them said and you raised your hands.

"Okay, but it's going to be a brief explanation." You said as you turned. "Kent and Favarone right?" You asked and they nodded before lowering their weapons slightly.

"Gojo kept that prisoner under wraps from everyone, including myself. And apparently it's some twisted woman who doesn't mind being locked up as long as Gojo comes to visit her." You informed them, the pain in your side increasing by every second.

"So then what's the issue?" Favarone asked and you chuckled a little as you pressed your hand on your side before removing it and looking at your bloodied hand.

"She looks almost identical to me. And he calls her by my name." You said and both their eyes widened as faint blushes came to their faces.

"I think it's fair to say I'm quite heavily involved, be it Gojo not wanting my involvement." You said as your legs gave out and you fell to the ground. But both Favarone and Kent rushed to grab an arm to prevent you from collapsing completely.

"Thanks boys, sorry about that." You chuckled weakly. "Let's get you to the doc's residence." Kent said and Favarone looked at him in surprise. "But sir... if Gojo finds out we aided her..." Favarone said and you shook your head. "I'll call someone to pick me up. Just tell him I escaped. I evaded him so I don't know how he'd expect you two to catch me.... no offense." You said as they helped you up.

"You sure you don't need help getting there?" He asked and you shook your head as you grabbed your seemingly 10 times heavier back pack. "No I'll live. Thank you for your help."

You took a route through the building that would lead you out a side door, as you were making your way there you called Geto using the same flip phone.

"Hey, I guess I'll end up needing a ride after all." You said, your breathing labored.

"Yeah? You're gonna tell me what happened right?" He said and you chuckled a little "Nosy as always. But since it's not gravely confidential I'll fill you in." You said and looked at your side again, the right side of your shirt was drenched in blood.

"You might want to have your driver bring the shittiest car he has or a bunch of towels." You said to Geto.

"What for? What happened?" Geto asked clearly concerned. "Oh you know, just got shot, all apart of the job. I'll need to be dropped off at a residency of a doctor, I'll inform the driver of the location." You said and Geto scoffed. "Don't worry about that, I'm already here. My building is closer and we have an excellent medical staff." He informed you and you huffed out a laugh. "So stubborn today. I'm exiting the right side of the building. I'll see you soon." You said before hanging up.

On your other phone you heard it chime and you took it from your pocket to see Gojo texted you.

Big Boss Gojo: Where are you? There's been an emergency.

You: Why? What happened? I've been on the top floor most of today and am just leaving. I didn't hear about anything.

For a moment Gojo typed and then it stopped before he began typing again, as if he erased something.

Big Boss Gojo: A shit ton of raccoons invaded cell C12. It was a mess.

You laughed for a brief moment, completely forgetting about the raccoons you'd released in the empty cell.

But then your heart sank a little. He didn't tell you about a supposed intruder who'd somehow breached the defenses and wound up in the only cell no one was allowed to enter but Gojo himself.

You: How the fuck did raccoons get into the cells?

Big Boss Gojo: Dunno, but they've been taken care of and are being sent back into the wild. Where you off too? I can drive you if you need.

You: No worries, I'm out the door now and have someone picking me up.

Big Boss Gojo: Isn't it the drivers day off?

You: It is.

Big Boss Gojo: Who's picking you up then?

You: Work related person from another company.

Gojo didn't respond after that. And you opened the door as you put your phone away. Thankfully your shirt and pants were black, hiding the amount of bloodloss you encountered.

"Good day gentlemen." You said to the guards on the outside of the door. "You too, Miss." They both said.

You then saw Geto pull close to the curb not too far from where you left the building.

You walked over to his car, trying to hide any signs of being injured and got in his car.

You buckled up and as you looked out of the window when Geto began to drive, you saw Gojo standing there with his arms folded at the front.

You avoided eye contact and instead looked at Geto.

"Was he watching?" Geto asked and you scoffed, "You love the drama you create, don't you?" You asked and he smiled a little.

"What about my men? Where are they at?" Geto asked and you sighed as you held onto your right side. "Probably locked up. I'll have someone bail them out." You said and Geto groaned a little, "Fine, but that means you're paying me for their bonus." He said and you laughed a little.

Your vision began to get hazy and you felt as if you couldn't keep your head up. "Geto..." You said, but slightly slurred it.

"I know, we're almost there. Hang on okay?" He said in a calm tone. He knew you'd survive as you always had.

The rest was a blur. You were transported to the medical wing in Geto's facility, took a short time to recover before seeing Geto again.

"How's your wound?" Geto asked as he entered your office. "If I rip it I need stitches again, otherwise fine. I did feel dizzy for a few days because of the blood loss though, I honestly think that's a new record." You said and Geto smiled at your comment.

"Well then, what did you find out?" Geto asked and you sighed, "You know, it almost feels like I'm working for you now, with the way you're talking." You said as you winced while leaning back in your chair.

"We can arrange it." Geto smiled.

"Not happening." You said, glaring at him.

Geto frowned and sighed before taking a sip of his drink. "Well quit avoiding my question. You said you'd tell me." He reminded you.

You simply rolled your eyes, "Well, there was a woman he was keeping captive. I mean she really didn't seem to mind it." You said and Geto laughed a little, "He's finally found his perfect match it sounds like." Geto grinned.

"Well that woman looked like me, and she told me what Gojo calls her..." You trailed off and Geto raided an eyebrow, "Your...? Haha! What a weird way to express his love for you!" Geto said placing a hand on his face as he laughed.

Your face flushed red and you inhaled sharply, hurting your side. "Ngh... it's not funny! Do you really think he likes me?" You asked and then Geto began to laugh even harder.

"God, Y/N I knew you were dense but not this dense!" He said and you scoffed, "Give me a break! Instead of him confessing to me he brought a second me and is doting on her! What if he likes her instead?" You asked as Geto was coming down from his laughing high and he even wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Well if he still calls her by your name, then what do you think?" Geto asked and you hung your head low. "Well then what do I do?" You asked and Geto rolled his eyes, "What am I? Your therapist?" He asked and you shrugged.

Geto sighed as he shook his head "Make him jealous, Y/N. Bring a guy around, when he makes a move then you can confront him." Geto pointed at you.

"Make him jealous? Does he get jealous?" You asked and Geto shrugged, "I've known Gojo a long time, and knowing him there's a high probability him seeing the person he likes with another man will hurt his pride. If you ask him directly what he thinks about you, he's going to shut you down. You of all people should know how he gets when he's talking about personal things." He said and you nodded.

"When he becomes prideful and angry he acts out. That's how you'll know if he's into you." You said and you stood up, surprising Geto a little. "You should consider being a therapist." You said before turning to leave.

"I want my men bailed out!" Geto called out and you raised a hand as you waved, "They seem pretty useless to me, but sure!" You said and you heard a scoff from Geto.

It was time to commence the next stage of your newly built plan.

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Half-Life | Chapter 3 Teaser

Here's a teaser to give you guys something for waiting so patiently! The chapter is at nearly 9k words right now and I only have to write one more scene, but it's been hard to string everything together lately since I've been sick lol. I hope I can finish and post this chapter before the end of the week, but we'll see!

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It had been a full day since you left, and Leon loathed to admit just how miserable he felt.

He had spent the rest of the prior afternoon with Wolfie hunting for small game, the crow barely able to satiate his hunger.

He always liked the hunt, as he allowed himself to be in the moment, focused solely on his senses and cutting off the tide of emotions that threatened to pull him under.

The distraction didn’t last long, however.

He had killed a couple squirrels and another crow, hoping for something a little more substantial, when he came across a rabbit—a plump one with brown fur—and the reminder of you and the note you left stopped him mid-strike, the animal easily able to escape his normally deadly grasp.

He cut his losses after that, deciding he didn’t want to hunt anymore. He split his meager spoils with Wolfie, as he always did, and paced his house until nightfall, his thoughts rampant and his mood sour. 

He tried to sleep it off, but tossed and turned instead (though that wasn’t exactly an irregular occurrence for him). 

And now here he was, sitting in his boat in the middle of the lake and spearing any fish that dared to skim the surface of the water, using his tail and those four spidery appendages he had re-released from their place on his spine specifically for the task.

He didn’t like to keep them out for the sake of his own humanity, but the skin of his back rippled and ached when they were confined for too long.

Ten years and he was still uncomfortable in his own body.

He hated it.

He had a growing pile of fish sitting in a bucket before him, reveling in the fact that at least he’d be eating well for the day, briefly pausing his surveillance of the water to snack on one of the scaly creatures.

He wondered what you must be up to right now. Probably already halfway across the globe, bound for home. He wanted to ask you how you’d go about keeping the public from bothering him, but had been so preoccupied with getting to know you, he had forgotten.

He questioned idly whether or not you would keep to your word, but he supposed it was out of his hands now.

And, for some reason, he trusted you.

It was laughable, almost, how quickly he gave in the moment you didn’t budge from his scare tactics. He had become so inherently suspicious since the events that transpired in Raccoon City, as well as what occurred right here in this village a decade prior, so it shocked him how easily you blew right through his mental defenses.

To be fair to himself—which he often wasn’t—you had caught him so utterly off guard, he had no precedence to follow. No one else had gone that completely against common sense when faced with his monstrous form, and he simply couldn’t wrap his head around it. Besides, he was so starved for social interaction, he couldn’t stop himself from leaping at the opportunity to relish it.

He wanted the whole ordeal to be enough to pull him through to his plotted end, but he thought it was deeply unfair that he only craved more. More conversation. More attention. More affection.

It would have been easier if you had just run.

There was something to be said about loneliness, though: at least it was predictable. At least it was safe.

His inner ramblings were suddenly cut short when he heard a strange sound from the distance. 

There were footsteps again, but something else he couldn’t quite place—something that rumbled.

His first thought was a vehicle and panic immediately set in, causing him to paddle back to land as quickly as possible.

He wondered if you had broken your part of the deal and alerted others to his presence.

Maybe he had been wrong to trust you, after all.

He cursed himself under his breath.

He made it back to shore, the footsteps and that strange sound coming to a halt somewhere too close for comfort.

It was in the direction of his house, where he had left Wolfie to dutifully await his return.

If anything happened to his dog, he wasn’t sure what he’d do, praying to a god he no longer believed in that whoever trespassed wasn’t here to cause harm.

He bolted through the woods, dodging between the trees with practiced ease until he was skidding to a halt in the brush beside his home.

The sight that greeted him baffled him to his core.

There, just at his front door, was Wolfie, tail wagging happily as he sat on his haunches. But what really caught his eye was a figure standing above the dog, reaching out to feed him what looked like a treat from their hand.

And, when they turned to face Leon’s direction, the sound of him bounding through the forest catching their attention, he realized the person on his doorstep…

Was you.

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more re hc stuff ^_^ under cut bc i am just pasting in stuff i've already said on disc to a friend and some of this shit gets Long

👍wesker. has been conditioned to be impatient. if he wants something, he has to get it himself and can't wait for someone else to do it for him

william is way too anxious of a guy to make the first move, so wesker is the one who interrupts him mid sentence and goes I Want You apropos of nothing but hey, it works

if wesker wants someone to stop touching him, he has to Make them. and in the process that stops most people from Trying Him for a while. until the next idiot comes along

if wesker wants the experiments and mutilation to stop, he has to Kill the bastards responsible (perfectly reasonable, ngl. like actually)

and i imagine. killing marcus probably has wesker feeling good. great. amazing, even. like finally things are starting to maybe go well for him

and then having that blow up in his face when, for the first time, his award winning Go Getter attitude backfires badly, and he loses Everything in less than a month.

the remainer of stars want nothing to do with him - understandable, he did have to kill quite a few of them to make the (messy, rushed, impatient) plan work. but still failed in the end (so they sorta died for nothing)

chris wouldn't join him either, for reasons wesker doesn't understand (and won't for some time. his world view is a little skewed and his frame of reference is non existent)

and william is dead. because wesker couldn't wait to carry out the plan like they had discussed umbrella found out about their betrayal and now wesker is Alone

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👍claire joined the girl scouts bc she wanted to do wilderness shit, but got disappointed bc its mostly selling cookies. so she dressed up as a boy and used her brother's name to get into boyscouts and got every badge girlie is a survivalist and she goes hiking and camping frequently !!!

xx

👍thinking about ada and in-universe applications of the leon effect. spies, as in Real Life Spies, don't tend to have legal identities, and if they give you a name, chances are it's a fake one. so. headcanon time ada wong is not ada wong's birth name like, even without the trans headcanon. it's a name she came up with for the job wesker assigned her to do in raccoon city, in the event that she needs to give someone a name for whatever reason. and maybe she only really tells it to leon in the first place to get him to stop asking so many questions. give him the bare minimum to distract him from the more . Relevant. issues but then as this bright-eyed, stupidly trusting rookie tails her, even tells her off to being too calloused with kendo, and going as far as taking a Bullet for her. the way leon says that fake name starts to mean More . and it's as she's falling to her death that she realizes maybe ada isn't so fake of a name anymore. maybe she is ada wong and then some time after wesker plucks her from midair and they get out of the city she decides to say hey. i'm going by ada now

and ofc he pretends not to care, but he is curious about what happened to spark the change.

xx

👍the wallflowers - one headlight is a claida song specifically about like . leon made ada want a name. but claire makes her want to be a Person, instead of a half-real shadow of a human being that sheds everything about herself for every new job

ada goes into raccoon city that day as a half-real nobody with a mission, and emerges from its ashes as Someone

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👍thinkign abt aeon . their dynamic has a lot of potential either as a romantic ship or a burgeoning friendship

the delicate balance of tentative trust between them

ada, who was taught how to tell a near-perfect lie before she could do long division & has never wanted to - or had the opportunity to - hold onto something for very long. Permanent just hasn't been a Thing in her life since… ever

leon, who has been fucked over and betrayed more times than he can count. distrustful and wary but despite it all still tender-hearted. gets attached too quickly and too easily and all too desperate to see the best in people

smth abt. ada doing her best to try and regain leon's trust, and how to navigate life outside of being a spy. and leon having to relearn how to trust ada again, and not jump to the worst conclusion immediately and also they're t4t

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It's Just A Game... CHAPTER ONE. ☆

DATE : ┃JANUARY 17TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY HOSPITAL. TIME : ┃12:17 AM.

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 The hospital’s lobby is quiet and the rain has let up significantly in the past couple of hours. The only person, apart from the nurses, who seems to inhabit the lobby is Jill. She passed out in one of the waiting chairs after Chris dropped her and the mystery woman off. 

 Chris had offered to keep Jill company during the night, but she insisted that he went home. “I don’t want to overwhelm her, Chris. Who knows what might’ve happened to her. I promise I’ll stay here all night, okay?” Not wanting to argue, he did what she asked but only under the condition that he would be back for her in the morning. “Of course,” Jill agreed before crashing not long after her colleague had left.

 As a nurse walks up to one of the stations, a blonde woman in a lab coat approaches simultaneously. Her attention is glued to the clipboard in her hand — seemingly oblivious to the environment around her. The name tag attached to the lab coat reads ‘Dr. Annette Birkin,’ a name the nurse suddenly addresses with a charming smile. “Hello Dr. Birkin, how are you doing tonight?”

 Dr. Annette Birkin has a reputation for being cold and reserved, so no one should be offended if she were to respond in an off-putting manner. “Fine, has Jane Doe’s vitals been checked yet?” She asks, laying the clipboard onto the counter and starts flipping through pages.

 The nurse feels her smile fall, and she awkwardly clears her throat. “Y-Yes, and she’s in stable condition. Her whole body is covered in cuts and scratches, but nothing life threatening. However, we came across something strange when we ran a couple of x-rays. We noticed her vocal chords have been damaged. We have a theory it’s from excessive amounts of screaming, but we aren’t completely sure yet.” She goes quiet after this, looking at Annette’s blank face for approval before changing the subject. “O-Of course her vocal chords should heal within six to eight weeks.” The nurse swallows.

 Annette’s gaze flicks to the nurse, “Hm...remind me, how did Jane Doe arrive?”

 The nurse straightens, “Two S.T.A.R.S. members brought her in. One of them is still waiting in the lobby.”

 Annette furrows her brows. “What for?” She dryly asks.

 “The officer said she wanted to speak with the Jane Doe,” The nurse replies, “but I told her she couldn’t until the Jane Doe was awake.”

 “Jane Doe hasn’t woken up yet?” Annette inquires, prompting her interest.

 “Not since the last time I was in her room.” The nurse responds.

 Annette knows now is a good opportunity to get a blood sample, even if there’s the possibility Umbrella acquires the subject later. It is peculiar how the vocal cords have been damaged — but no matter. The patient could be a fine specimen regardless if she can speak or not.

 The nurse smiles before heading in the opposite direction of Dr. Birkin. Annette returns a weak, fake smile that fades once the nurse is out of sight. She then makes her way towards Jane Doe’s hospital room, grabbing a syringe from the counter and sliding it into her pocket in the process. Her hand stays inside her lab coat’s pocket as she crosses over the room’s threshold and closes the door behind her. The sounds of the television in the left corner of the ceiling and the hospital equipment cover up Annette’s footsteps. She approaches the woman’s bedside slowly sliding the cap off the syringe. Upon closer look, Annette now sees exactly what the nurse was talking about.

 Small cuts, scratches, and scrapes seem to be scattered across the woman’s body — some of them covered by gauze. It’s a pitiful sight to see, but Annette doesn’t waste time pitying people. She has a job to do.

 Annette grabs the woman’s left arm and injects the needle into the area. She begins extracting the blood sample. The woman stirs in her sleep at this, prompting Annette to pause. She retreats the needle only to discover she got enough for one sample, but it will have to do. Trying not to get caught with the blood sample, Annette leaves the room hastily. Never knowing that she was being watched.

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 It started with a slight sting — a familiar sting, like a needle — then came the distinct sound of a television, and finally the slow beeping of medical equipment. The young woman’s brows furrow as pain sets over her body, barely able to move without being a victim of discomfort. She’s about to open her eyes when she feels some sort of wrapping get pulled up her arm and she freezes, alluding to whoever is in the room she’s still asleep.

 Faint footsteps are heard walking away from her, but she is unsure due to the volume of the television. She slowly cracks her eyes open to check, but she only catches a glimpse of a blonde woman leaving the room putting something into her lab coat pocket. 

 The Jane Doe doesn’t think anything of it and chooses to look around the room instead. Golden Girls is blaring on the TV, playing an episode she has already seen. There’s an IV machine attached to her arm, the clear liquid in the bag dripping down the tubes. The sounds of rain and thunder she remembered are now gone, with remnants from the hospital’s roof trickling down the sides of the building. She looks back up to the TV as a laugh track roars through the room. She swallows, but she winces at the pain. She then looks down at her arms and legs that are half wrapped in gauze. Her eyes blankly stare at the uncovered cuts and scratches along her body. Just what exactly happened to her?

 She isn’t given time to ask herself anymore questions before a nurse in plum colored scrubs steps into the room. She’s distracted carrying a clipboard in one hand and a basket of gauze in the other, cheerfully closing the door before turning around and making eye contact with the young woman. “Oh! You’re awake, how are you feeling?” She sweetly asked the confused, hurting woman laying in the bed. The young woman starts to speak, but quickly realizes exactly why her throat hurts. She’s lost her voice.

“Aw, yeah, I expected that. The good news is you should be back to normal in six to eight weeks.” She smiles as she walks over, placing the clipboard to the side. She then starts resuming her process of wrapping up the woman’s wounds. Losing her voice the least of her worries compared to the hurt she feels from being touched. The pained woman makes faces as the nurse wraps her wounds. “Would you like me to get you some pain medicine? It should help with the pain for now.” Said the nurse.

 The young woman nods, looking at the nurse’s name tag hanging from her top. ‘Judy Marks’ it reads. Judy finishes with the woman’s gauze wrappings, and she grabs the clipboard before exiting the room to retrieve something to sooth the patient’s aching. Once Judy leaves the room, Jane Doe prepares to sit herself up. She presses her palms into the mattress and her arms shake as she lifts herself upward. It’s a painful process, but as soon as she’s upright she falls back into the pillows from exhaustion. She looks up to the TV to pass the time but once a commercial begins playing — she freezes.

 The commercial starts with a spokesman talking about a company that ‘treats its employees well and gives them an opportunity to make the world a better place,’ then advertising a product called “Regenerate” and some vague details about the research that’s been going into it. She wouldn’t have thought anything of it — she couldn’t have thought anything of it, because it’s not real. At least, it’s not supposed to be. The commercial is advertising the same products with the same name as a well known video game company. There should be a new game announcement or release date to follow — but nothing. This is weird. Like really weird.

 Come to think of it, as the woman looks around the room again she now notices that everything looks outdated. WAY outdated. There’s not a modern piece of technology in sight, and the strange smell of the room is suddenly making her feel dizzy. Her anxiety begins to tear at her.

 What kind of hospital doesn’t have modern equipment? Who was the woman that left her room before the nurse came? Wait — where is the nurse? If she wants answers, she’ll get them from the nurse.

 The short while starts to feel like forever before Judy re-enters the room with some pain medicine, a cup of water, and a notebook. The young woman smiles weakly, excited for the medications to heal her afflictions but is confused about the notebook. She quickly brushes off the thought as Judy passes pills and water off to the woman. She swallows the pills and hands the cup to Judy once she’s done.

 Judy sets the cup to the side and hands the notebook to Jane Doe. Judy then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pen, holding it out to the woman. The woman looks to the nurse with a puzzled expression, but she takes the pen from Judy. “It’s for you to be able to communicate. I know it seems like it’ll be a long time, but your voice will be back before you know it.” She grins widely, “Let’s start with something simple. Do you remember your name?”

 The young woman stares down at the notebook’s cover. In the corner, she spots one of the simplest of shapes. Perfect.

 She opens the book and writes down something short and presents it to Judy. Judy scans over it and smiles. “Starr. That’s a pretty name.” Of course it’s not her real name — but she wants answers before having to answer her own questions.

 Starr writes down something else, and Judy reads it over.

 Are there any doctors working tonight?

 Starr is met with a nod, a smile, and an answer that makes her stomach drop. She feels like she might throw up.

 “Dr. Annette Birkin is working the floor tonight. Would you like me to get her?” Judy responds. Starr quickly shakes her head ‘no,’ and Judy taps her fingers before remembering something.

 “There’s an officer waiting for you in the lobby wanting to ask you some questions. Would it be alright if she spoke with you?”

 Starr subconsciously nods a ‘yes,’ still in disbelief at the words that came from Judy’s mouth. Is that who left her room earlier? The Dr. Annette Birkin…

 No! Starr has to think rationally here. She’s mentally screaming at herself that this is all just one big coincidence as Judy leaves the room once again.

 As soon as she’s alone, Starr feels her body become hot with worry. This isn’t real. It can’t be real. She wants to say maybe she’s dreaming or she could even be dead, but nobody hurts like this in dreams or when they’re dead. Nobody usually wakes up in a hospital, either. Starr pulls down the wrapping in the crook of her arm, and she spots it: A tiny needle hole that still flowed blood when she applied pressure to it. After pulling the gauze back up, Starr stares at the TV screen in order to distract herself from her growing anxiety.

 Spotting Jill, who is still asleep in the chair, Judy approaches and begins to lightly shake her. Startled, Jill looks to the nurse with confusion but quickly realizes where she is and begins rubbing her eyes.

 “Jane Doe is ready for you now.” Judy says. Jill stands up, eager to finally meet the person she’s been (literally) dreaming of meeting. 

 As Jill and the nurse enter the room, Jill can barely believe her eyes. Same hair, same wounds, same gown, and the same terrified look on her face. There really is no doubt in Jill’s mind now that this is who has been in her dreams.

 Starr swallows hard. It’s Jill Valentine, the Jill Valentine, or at least this woman looks a LOT like the iconic character.

 Jill steps forward and greets the woman sitting up in the bed.

 “Hello, my name is Jill Valentine. I’m an officer from the S.T.A.R.S. division at the Raccoon City Police Department. I just wanna sit down with you and ask a couple of questions, is that fine with you?”

 Starr physically nods but internally she feels her soul disconnect from her body. She’s so screwed. No — worse than that.

 Jill has many, many questions.

 ‘Are you in danger?’

‘Do you recognize me?’

‘Do you remember anything?’

‘How do you know me?’

‘Is someone out to get you?’

However, Jill knows she can’t overwhelm the woman with so much at once. She just has to take it one step at a time. 

 As Judy leaves, Jill pulls a chair up close to Starr’s bed, and Starr feels confused, anxious, afraid — so many things all at once it’s maddening. She fiddles with her fingers while Jill gets comfortable. After doing so, Jill has no idea where to even start. She figures if she’ll start anywhere, she would like to know her name.

 “Do you have a name that I can call you?”

 Starr points to the same writing the nurse had read earlier, and Jill sits up to read. “Starr.” Ironic. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Starr. I’m sorry that we’re meeting under such circumstances,” Jill looks her over with a frown, “Are you feeling alright?”

 Jill already knows the answer. ‘No.’ She can tell the wounds on her body are painful. From what still remained uncovered by gauze, the wounds have become surrounded by a bright red.

 Starr motions her hand tilting left to right, signaling ‘eh’ to Jill. Jill tries a different question. “Do you remember anything from before you woke up here?”

 Starr stares down at the pale white of the notebook’s paper, trying to piece together her night. How is it possible to have woken up in a fictional town in a fictional world? She remembers the storm and the electricity going out as she was getting a quick shower before bed. After that there was a bright flash, nothing else. Starr looks at Jill and shows the notebook after she scribbles down her answer. 

 I was taking a shower before bed and the power went out. Then there was a bright light and I woke up here.

 There’s something written underneath.

 Where was I found?

 “You were found unconscious on the outskirts of town. You’re lucky we found you. You could’ve died from hypothermia.”

 Starr bites the inside of her cheek. She hopes to God she wasn’t naked when she was found, but considering her whole body is covered in wounds she probably was. It’s better not to ask.

 Starr nods, looking back down to the notebook and thinking of what to ask. What could she ask? What can she ask that wouldn’t put this woman’s whole existence and the world around her into jeopardy? Starr then looks back to Jill. The look in Jill’s eyes is sincere. 

 Starr knows deep down that if anybody would help her Jill Valentine would. But what will she say to her?

 “I’m from the real world and basically you’re part of a simulation and none of this is real. Will you help me get home?”

 That doesn’t exactly bode well for anyone.

 Starr bites her lip. If she stays in this world for too long, who knows what might happen. In the real world, Starr is a big fan of Resident Evil, a zombie survival game set mostly in the town of Raccoon City. There are several other locations, but the games are centered around Raccoon City being the catalyst. Starr was never involved much in actually playing the games, but the stories, characters, and lore were all enough to get her hooked. She read every comic and book and watched all the movies she could get her hands on. She learned the entire Resident Evil history, which meant nothing in the real world. But in this world? That kind of information would be a gold mine for the right and wrong people.

 Jill can see Starr is fidgeting, and she clears her throat.

 “Starr, do you think someone did this to you? Or if there might be anyone who could be out to get you?”

 Starr feels her stomach flip in excitement. An opportunity. Unfortunately, her excitement doesn’t last for long as she looks Jill in the face. Starr feels a wave of guilt wash over her, suddenly feeling guilty for lying. If she can figure out a way to get home, she’d get out of Jill’s hair as soon as possible. A little lying won’t hurt. After all, it’s just a game right?

 Starr writes down a response onto the paper and hands it to Jill.

 I don’t think anyone did this to me, but if I stay alone eventually someone might come for me. I know a lot of things I shouldn’t.

That’s not really a lie, Starr realized once she noticed Annette Birkin took a blood sample from her arm, which woke her up. There’s no telling what might happen to her if she stays in this hospital bed. Even worse, she’s not in a position to defend herself.

 “Do you have any friends or family close?” Jill asks. Starr shakes her head no. Jill feels like she should take a shot with her next question. After all, you only live once right?

 “Random question, do you,” Jill swallows, “do you recognize me?” She waits in anticipation while Starr is conflicted on how to respond. All this feels like one big dream to Starr. Wait, that’s it!

 Starr nods her head and writes again.

 From a dream, but I can’t remember it. Why?

 Now that was a lie. Starr remembers her, but not from a dream. What did Jill mean? Has Jill seen her before?

 Jill feels herself become ecstatic. Maybe she isn’t crazy after all.

 “No particular reason. Do you happen to live anywhere around here?” Jill inquires, and Starr shakes her head. She’s nowhere near from around here. Jill furrows her brows at this. That’s strange. “Where do you live?”

 Starr shrugs. 

 Jill is concerned. So far she has no reason to believe this woman is lying to her, but something is off and Jill can’t understand what it is. “Do you have any information we could use to identify you?”

 Starr shakes her head, and Jill now becomes worried. Just who is this ‘Starr’? Where did she come from? Where will she go? 

 “Do you know a place you can go?” 

 Starr shakes her head. This just isn’t making any sense, but Jill’s good nature ultimately gets the better of her. 

 “Would you feel better if I offered you a place until you can find somewhere to go?” Jill asks.

 Starr looks to Jill with a look of gratitude and nods her head. Jill and Starr smile at one another before they are interrupted by Starr’s growling stomach. Jill laughs. “Hungry?”

 Starr nods sheepishly before Jill gets up and walks to the door. 

 “I’ll be right back.”

⋆

DATE : ┃JANUARY 17TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY HOSPITAL. TIME : ┃7:57 AM.

⸺ . ⋆ ☆ ⋆ . ⸺

 As the morning sun rises over the horizon and shines through the blinds, Jill blinks her eyes awake. She looks up to the window and squints at the bright sun. She sighs and stretches from her uncomfortable position in the chair. As she begins to walk over to the hospital bed, Jill notices how peaceful Starr looks while she sleeps. Jill smiles and walks over to the door, but as the door handle clicks she hears shuffling from behind her.

 Starr sits up in bed with a look that was purely pitiful. It seems in her sleep the pills wore off.

 “Hey, I’m going down to the lobby to wait on my friend to pick me up,” Starr becomes immediately worried but Jill calms her down, “When he drops me off at home, I’m going to come right back for you.”

 Starr is delighted. Why is Jill going out of her way to personally bring Starr into her own home? Especially considering she’s a complete stranger? She isn’t sure, but it’s better than being stuck here than waiting around for what might happen.

 Starr nods and Jill leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

 Starr looks over to the window and stares up at the bright blue sky. She hopes that Jill really does come back for her.

 8:43 AM.

 Time seemed like it would never end until Jill reentered Starr’s room with a wheelchair. Starr smiles as Jill helps her into the chair and she has one final glance at the terribly ugly, smelly room. That glance continued out into the hallway as the two approached the hospital entrance. Starr looks around. 

 Raccoon City is far different than she could have imagined. It’s a lot cleaner, of course, instead of being littered with zombies and crashed cars. Traffic isn’t terrible, some buildings are dull while others are bright and colorful, and citizens happily go about their day. It actually looks like a decent looking city.

 Jill helps Starr into the front seat and pushes the wheelchair back into the lobby to hand off to one of the nurses. As Starr gets comfortable in her seat, she suddenly feels a pair of eyes on her. She looks up and notices the assumed Dr. Annette Birkin staring at her. Starr shudders before Jill opens the driver’s side door, pulling her attention away from Annette and smiling weakly to Jill. Jill smiles back at Starr before starting the engine and pulling away from the hospital’s parking lot.

 As the two pull away, Annette turns and walks away from the window and makes her way into her office.

 She closes the door behind her and locks it. Sliding into her chair and moving her computer mouse, a screen loads, and she clicks an icon. An email tab pulls up and she begins to type.

⋆

 William,

 Inform Wesker that he will need to look into someone by the name of Starr. She was transported to the hospital by two S.T.A.R.S. members, Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield. A blood sample I extracted from her is nothing like I’ve ever seen. She was discharged and left with Valentine only moments ago. See to it that this is done, I only had enough for one sample.

 Annette

[067supremacy]

WARNING! Mentions of death, loss, and grief 

Your one and only - Jill Valentine

I'm sorry in advance 💔

Rain and tears mingle on your face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness of your eyes gives any clue to your sadness, and in this city, who will look closely enough to tell. There is a heaviness to your woolen coat that was absent when you left the hospital.

The rain beats down on you like a drum; the sheer force, combined with your ultimate sadness, was tiring. The massive sign covered in graffiti signaled that you had just entered the local park. Seems a good enough place as any to have a breakdown.

The children play park came in to view, and that's when the memories of your childhood spiked; it was this exact play park you met the love of your life, Jill. Better times and Better memories.

Yesterday was so simple, you picked up the expensive ring you could barely afford, you got Jills' favorite flowers, her go-to snacks. And even had her favorite movie ready to play. Jill always said she wanted subtle, so a proposal in the apartment you now shared together seemed perfect. Little did you know that shortly after midnight, you would get a call.

A call you hoped would never come, a call you couldn't imagine would ever come. The sound of a man's voice, easily mid-'50s, said with nothing but sorrow, the two words you never wanted to hear. "I'm sorry,"

The rest of the call was a blur; you couldn't even remember hanging up. But you had one destination, and that was the Raccoon City Hospital.

It was fairly routine for people with Jills' skill set, a possible kidnap and hostage situation. You didn't know the details, and quite frankly, you didn't care for them, but the man who was responsible for that crime had just taken the life of your one and only.

Your mind was in denial; she would be fine. Sitting up in the hospital bed with a slight cut, anxiously awaiting your arrival.

This was far from the case. The sad smile the doctor offered you; told you everything you needed to know. She was gone—your Jill. The sight you entered on was sickening. Multiple bullet wounds scattered her chest and stomach, tubes, and wires were surrounding her body. Her face was pale white, but her neck under was stained crimson red.

The overwhelming urge to release the contents of your stomach was stopped, for you had to be strong at this moment. The tears you tried so hard to keep back were eventually released—a downpour, similar to the one outside.

It was almost as if mother nature had taken your soul as a reference to how the weather would be. At first, the flood gates opened, and as you stroked her cold, bloodless cheek, the rain got heavier and heavier.

Your tears of sadness soon became anger. When the anger crept up, you could hear the light rumble of impending thunder, followed by the deadly strike of lightning.

The devil himself would have been shaking at your fury, begging for endless mercy.

She was right in front of you, even in death, she was angelic. You took this opportunity to let everything out. Your agonizing wails of pain echoed through the empty hospital hallways; patients, doctors, and nurses could all hear your life unfolding. This is genuine pain.

As preparations for Jills' body were put into place, you kissed her hand one last time. The last time. Your heart was officially broken; no amount of time would heal this fracture on your being. The second you exited the hospital room, you felt nothing.

A man you knew to be Jills' partner, Chris, was standing by the door. He, too, looked distraught, his tall, overpowering demeanor was gone. Replaced by utter sadness, he avoided eye contact as he caught your attention.

"I'm so sorry, I-I tried my best, but- "

You shook your head in response. You knew Chris would take this hard; Jill was his partner after all.

"Don't do that to yourself, she wouldn't let you," That was all you could manage; it was blunt but to the point.

"In the event of one of our- this is for you, I promised I would give it to you,"

Chris held out a small envelope, which you took before aimlessly walking through the silent corridor.

With those thoughts pushed aside, you looked down at the wrinkled envelope; it was slightly water damaged, so you hoped whatever was inside was still intact.

You took a seat by the playground; it was covered from rain by a small canopy. As you open the envelope, you take a deep breath when you realize it's a letter, and the handwriting is unmistakable. It was Jill who wrote this.

"So, I'm not good with this sort of thing. I hope that you never have to read this.

Anyway, Hi, babe. If you receive this letter then, well. I'm gone.

I want to start off by saying that I'm sorry. I know how you will react to this; you will be upset at first, but that will turn to anger; it will be with others at first, but soon the anger will be with yourself. Please don't let it consume you; I know you won't fight it, which is why I will personally come back and throw it out of you. (Drawn smiley face) when my light goes out, and it's my time to settle down, just know that my main concern will be you. Always you.

Secondly, I love you. I dedicated everything I have to you, but it still feels like it isn't enough. When I get home tonight, I will be sure to tell you ten times over just how much I love you.

Finally, since you probably/hopefully won't see this, I should tell you that I may have plans to get you a puppy for your birthday. You won't stop talking about it and well if it makes you smile. It will make me smile. Also want to add that I'm still waiting for you to propose; stop teasing me with it and ask the question already! The answer is always yes.

You're the one I can't live without.

This fact is true, I have no doubt.

I love the way you smile at me.

I love the way together we're free.

Your one and only, Jill."

Everything about this letter was crushing. She was waiting for you to propose. God was playing a sick game right now; he had no respect for your life. Everything that you wanted was supposed to happen tonight. You would finally spend the rest of your life with her until the powers beyond took it all away.

The tears continued to fall, and the rain had yet to die down. Looking out at the busy street beyond the park, the neon glow of high street shops surrounded by water droplets, created the aesthetic of a lifetime. You began to see her face in the rain; you could make out every single detail that made her so unique. As a flash of lightning temporarily blinded your vision, by the time it was back. Her face was gone.

There was no doubt that tonight would forever be remembered, just not in the way you hoped. The night you were to ask Jill for her hand in marriage was the same night you lost her forever.

[prolestariwrites]

Ashes [Chapter 1] by lickitysplit

Fandom: Resident Evil Characters: Jill Valentine/Carlos Oliveira Rating: M (Mature)

Summary: A year after the destruction of Raccoon City, Jill is ready to put the past in the past and get back to her life. When she and Chris are recruited to go after Wesker, it seems like the perfect opportunity... until she's partnered with the last person she ever wanted to see again.

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Jill jumps when a hand presses to her arm, and she swings her gaze from the window. She relaxes immediately when she registers it was just Chris, slumping a bit in the back of the taxi as she catches her breath.

“You okay?” he asks, half-concerned and half-laughing.

“Yeah. Wool gathering.” She shakes herself and blinks at him. “What is it?”

“Just wanted to check,” he says. “You seem nervous.”

Jill chuckles a bit to hide her nerves that are very much on edge. “Nah,” she scoffs, shifting in her seat to adjust her seatbelt.

“I get it if you are. I mean it’s not every day we meet with the feds.”

“Maybe for you,” she laughs, “but I saw plenty the past eight months or so. No big deal.”

Chris’ lips press together in that look he gets when she makes light of Raccoon City. But he nods and turns to look straight ahead as the taxi weaves through the traffic. “Still…”

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” Jill says, keeping her tone light. “You’ve been meeting every official who’s crawled out of the woodwork. This should be a cakewalk for you.”

“County, yeah. State sometimes. But the DOJ?” Chris shakes his head. “This is gonna be big. I can feel it.”

Jill folds her arms and turns to look out the window again. He’s probably right; Chris usually is.

The taxi pulls up outside of a slick-looking office complex, and Chris pays the fare as Jill climbs out. She holds her hand up for shade against the late morning sun that is reflected brightly off the windowed stories. “Looks like something the feds would waste money on,” she comments after he joins her on the sidewalk.

Chris chuckles before giving her a nudge. “Let’s go.”

They pass through metal detectors that are set off by Chris’ weapon, which he surrenders at reception while they present their ID’s. Jill eyes the Glock almost longingly as it is tagged and set inside a locker, scowling a bit as Chris is handed a ticket to retrieve it later. It’s not fair that he’s been allowed to keep his weapons while she hasn’t, but that is an argument she’s been having with anyone who cares to listen for months. Not that it's gotten her anywhere.

She takes her license back from the receptionist before being pointed towards the elevators. They wait in silence until the doors open, and when they step inside Chris presses the button for the fifth floor. “Did you read the stuff I sent you on this guy?” he asks once the elevator begins to move.

“Yeah,” Jill replies. “Agent Donner, DOJ, blah blah. Probably wants to ask us about everything again, like we haven’t told them everything we know about Umbrella a thousand times.”

Jill can practically feel him give her a side-eye, which does little to help her already dampened mood. “Maybe not.”

“If it was just you, maybe not. But all I’m good for now is giving blood samples apparently. Can’t let the bioweapon have a badge.”

Her tone is harsh, and she hates taking it out on Chris. It’s not his fault that he’s been allowed to keep working, now reporting to the county since Raccoon City is gone. But it still stings that whatever powers-that-be that still exist won’t trust her to come on full time as an agent. Nobody knows Umbrella more than the former S.T.A.R.S. team, and as one of the surviving members, it’s beyond frustrating that she’s the only one not allowed to actually do anything.

The elevator dings and they step into another reception area. The secretary offers them something to drink before heading down a hallway, leaving them to wait. Jill examines the pictures on the wall, most of which are group photos of recruitment teams by year, alongside a handful of formal portraits of agents in dress attire. A pang presses sharp into her stomach, thinking of the similar memorial wall in the police station. Do all law enforcement groups have such traditions? Jill had never thought to wonder before.

“Agent Redfield!” They both turn as a man enters from the hallway, walking over to shake Chris’ hand. “I’ve heard so much about you. Welcome.”

“Thanks.”

“And Miss Valentine,” he continues, turning to her with his hand outstretched. “A pleasure.”

“Agent Valentine,” she corrects as she returns the shake.

He clears his throat. “Of course. Henry Donner. Let me show you where we’ll be meeting.”

They exchange a glance before following Donner down a long hallway. At the end is a meeting room, and conversation stops as they are introduced to a handful of other agents. Two are also from the Justice department, one from FEMA, and the final one is an FBI agent. It annoys her how Chris seems impressed, taking a seat quickly once the introductions are done.

“Do you need anything? Coffee?” Donner offers.

Chris declines but Jill decides to get to the point. “Why are we here?” she asks.

Donner clears his throat. “As you can imagine, the United States government is interested in finding all responsible parties for the unfortunate incident in Raccoon City. The FBI and the Department of Justice have been working closely together to track down the former executives of Umbrella, as well as information on any and all scientists who were knowingly or even unknowingly working on bioweapons.

“The search is going well,” he continues. “We’ve taken dozens of people into custody, and thankfully many former employees of Umbrella have come forward to volunteer information.” Donner glances around the room. “However, the investigation is not moving as quickly as the department, or even the president, would like. That’s why we’ve asked you here.”

Jill sighs. This seems like another afternoon of questions going hours on end, and she tries to think of a way to shut it down quickly. “What do you want exactly?”

“Your help, Miss— Agent Valentine,” he replies with a little wink.

Jill narrows her eyes as Chris quickly interjects, “We’ve given dozens of interviews. They’ve been recorded and on tape, we’ve handed over everything we know from our investigations. What more can we give you?”

“Agent Shields?” Donner prompts.

The one from the FBI stands, walking around the table as he carries a folder. “We’re prepared to bring you both on in an official capacity. Not as members of the department, mind—that would be impossible giving the time constraints. Rather, you would be sworn in as ad hoc agents, to assist with finding one particular suspect.”

Shields lays the folder down in front of Chris, and he opens it as he moves it so Jill can also see. Her eyes go wide as they fall on the picture paperclipped to the front cover. “Wesker?” she asks in confusion, looking up.

“He’s dead,” Chris argues. “He was killed in the Arklay Mountains.”

“We have reason to suspect he is alive,” Shields replies.

There is a moment of silence as Jill absorbs the information. Wesker, alive? Images of the mansion and the last time she had seen him form a grotesque slideshow in her mind. “That bastard,” she mutters. “He started this. He’s behind all of this.”

“How do you know he’s alive?” Chris demands.

“There’s intelligence the federal government has received that he’s been spotted overseas,” Donner replies. “I can’t indulge too much, but his identity was confirmed via DNA. Only…” He clears his throat, glancing at the other agents. “There were markers in his DNA that indicate some kind of mutation. We’re working with FEMA and the CDC to identify exactly what and how he has mutated, and there is suspicion that it’s an ongoing condition. Which is why we must find him, and fast. There’s no telling what he has, and what he can spread.”

Donner glances at her, and Jill’s face heats. “If he was infected with something, you’d know it,” she says. “It’s not like the infected were hard to miss in Raccoon City.”

“We know it’s not the T-virus,” the FEMA agent interrupts.

“It’s a yet-unidentified strain,” Donner continues. “Further intelligence from other Raccoon City survivors confirm at least one other Umbrella strain exists, known as the G-virus. Whatever is in Wesker, it’s neither of those, as we have samples of both.” He nods at Jill before saying, “You have antibodies from the vaccine you were given, as does Sherry Birkin, another survivor who had been inflicted with the G-virus. But we can’t say for sure that Wesker has such a precaution. And until we know for sure, we need him in custody, or else the entire world is at risk.”

Jill’s heart pounds as she looks back down at the file. Finally, a chance to do something, get the hell out of the lab and her cramped apartment where she’s under near-constant surveillance. A smile curls on her lips as she thinks of finding Wesker and bringing him in, right after she puts her foot right up his ass.

“So you’re sending us to find Wesker?” Chris asks. “Why us?”

She resists the urge to poke him. “Do you want to do this or not?” she hisses.

“Of course I do. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on Wesker since that damn mansion.” He frowns at Donner. “You have every agent probably looking for him. So why us?”

“Chris.”

“It’s a fair question,” Donner says. “Truth is, we’ve been chasing him for well over a month. There’s just not enough information to get a lock on him. We can’t predict his movements, and with almost everything from Umbrella now destroyed, we’re fumbling in the dark trying to guess his associates, his contacts, find his safe houses.”

Shields leans against the table and taps on Wesker’s picture. “You two worked with him. You know him, his movements, how he thinks. We’re confident if we put you in the field, you’ll be able to identify the right movements for the department.”

Jill is nearly vibrating with excitement. “You’re going to deputize us then?”

Donner nods, and Jill grins, giving Chris an elbow. “Come on, Redfield, don’t you want to partner with me again?”

He gives her a wry look, but Donner shakes his head. “You won’t be partnering together. That was the original plan, but things have changed.”

Jill’s brows go up as Chris looks unconvinced. “What changed?”

“New intelligence points to Wesker making contact with an arms dealer,” Shields explains. “Seems like he’s running out of cash and needs to sell a few secrets. Problem is, we don’t know which dealer.”

“We’ve narrowed it down to two,” Donner finishes. “You’ll both be sent on recon with an escort. Interpol is also interested in securing Wesker, and we’ve been given additional support from the UN to find him.”

Now even Jill is impressed. “Interpol? Really?” She decides she doesn’t care what Chris says; this is too good to pass up. “I’m in. I’ll do it.”

“Me too,” Chris agrees, closing the file. “Finding Wesker is what’s important.”

“Great!” Donner rubs his hands together as he stands. “Let’s get started then. You’ll need to fill out some paperwork, get briefings, and we’ll take care of onboarding this afternoon. Follow me.”

They say their goodbyes and follow Donner out again, who takes them back towards the elevator. “Oh, wait here,” he says once they return to the reception area. “I need to get a few things. Then I’ll take you down for processing.”

As soon as they are alone, Jill turns to Chris with eyes wide with excitement. “Can you believe this?” she whispers. “The fucking FBI is sending us on a mission. We’re working with fucking Interpol. Can you believe this?”

“No,” Chris chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is the last thing I expected. I mean, can they do this?”

“It’s the government, they can do whatever the hell they want.” Jill sighs, her eyes closing briefly. “Finally, I’m going to get back to my life. I’ve been sitting around for months as they’ve poked and prodded and ran every test on me, and even with a clean bill of health they still won’t let me go back to police work.” Jill smirks to herself, folding her arms. “Bet that county sheriff is gonna eat his words now. Not cleared for duty my ass . Can’t wait for the prick to find out I’m an FBI agent now.”

Chris gives a snort as Jill enjoys her moment of smugness when Donner returns. “Perfect timing! Your partners just finished their own briefing, let me introduce you—Redfield, this is—”

But Jill doesn’t hear the rest, because as she turns, her smile melts into surprise when she sees Carlos Oliveira standing in front of her.

He looks exactly the same, without the blood and grime. Same curly hair that is way too long and falling into his eyes; same dark eyes that remind her of a puppy dog, eager and bright; same build, tall and broad and definitely a soldier. Her face heats as they stare at one another for a long moment until Carlos breaks into a grin. “Supercop! Are you kidding me? How are you?”

Before she can answer he sweeps her up into a hug, and Jill gives an oof as she is squeezed tightly against him. His arms are solid and his grip is strong as he presses his cheek to hers, but Jill is in too much shock to return the embrace. When he finally releases her, he keeps his hands pressed to her arms, smiling wide as he looks her up and down. “Thought they were messing with me. I can’t believe it’s really you! You look great!”

Jill stammers, “C-Carlos? What are you doing here?”

She looks around for an answer. Chris and the other guy are chatting, but Donner gives a nod. “I thought it would be a good idea partnering the two of you,” he says. “Oliveira’s been working with the UN in establishing protocol for viral outbreaks around the world.”

“I’m a liaison,” Carlos grins. “Pretty sweet, huh?”

“But you…”

She shakes her head to clear it, not even sure what to say. Thankfully, Carlos releases her arms, turning to Chris with his hand outstretched. “Redfield. Heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you, man.”

“Uh, same,” Chris answers awkwardly, glancing at Jill. “You’re the one that rescued Jill in Raccoon City, right?”

“I rescued him,” she mutters.

“Yeah, supercop here saved my ass more than a few times.” He pats the other man on the shoulder. “You teaming up with Nathan here? That’s awesome.”

“But what are you doing here?” Jill asks, louder this time.

All four men look at her. She can feel the color blooming on her neck, but she refuses to be the first to glance away. She had not gone through all the shit from the past year and a half, hell the past ten years : surviving the army, putting up with every comment and remark when training for Delta Force, fighting and clawing her way to prove that she was more than a girl with a gun, surviving a zombie apocalypse and a damned nuclear bomb to be ignored now.

“Well?” she demands.

“What do you mean?” Carlos laughs. “We’re partners again. Ain’t that great news?”

Partners. With Carlos Oliveira. The last man on Earth she had ever wanted to see again.

[kurodai-week]

Big, brown, eyes

Kuroo was tired. But then again, he was always tired. That’s why he had a car to drive to work, a nice air-conditioned sedan that the company had afforded him. He didn’t have to pay for gas even, and traffic wasn’t too bad, he’d make it there in twenty. And yet, he’d decided to take the metro today.

Like an idiot. The tall man stood in the crowded compartment, trying his best not to lean too far left or right onto any unsuspecting old lady, shooting apologetic looks every time his briefcase whacked somebody when the train stopped. It had been a while since he took the train. It used to be a regular thing back in school and maybe he missed it- either way, he was regretting it now as he stared back at the digital sign. Two more stops. Dear god.. He very nearly groans out loud- but he’s got so much more patience than that. So he sighs quietly instead, barely noticing when the man enters through the doors and stands next to him. Kuroo gives him a cursory once-over. Shorter than he is, strong by the looks of his arms.. pleasant face. He had a sling bag that bumped against Kuroo’s thigh when he stood close. The man looks up at him, and it seems it takes him a few seconds to give a polite smile before he turns to the window and the city whizzing past them outside. It was the longer than average look-over that got Tetsurou interested. His eyes were pretty, big and brown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wanted to look into them again. A curious pair of gold regarded his face- the man who was paying close attention to the telecom tower they were passing by, but he couldn’t peruse for long- they were passing through a tunnel. For some reason, this pleased Kuroo- a small little smile of satisfaction building on his lips. Fuck that telecom tower. It was so silly.. he was being silly. But he didn’t care, he’d look if he wanted to- in the dark, his gold eyes would take in as much as they could of his outline. And he would look till they passed out of the tunnel, his eyes blatantly fixed on him as was evident in the bright sunlight. But color him surprised when he finds that those pair of chocolate were trained on him too. It was barely a second that they met, before he looks outside again abruptly. Kuroo felt it, the little thrill of knowing he had been watched. One more stop.. One more stop? It had him sighing again, morose. His eyes suddenly losing their lustre, and zeroing in on the doors in front of them as he reflexively tightened his grip on the handle of his bag. “Getting off?” The man spoke, nodding as he enquired this simple thing of him. “Mm-“, Kuroo nodded back- using this opportunity to the fullest, like the greedy, whorish man he knew himself to be. He doesn’t drop his gaze, an exchange that was supposed to be polite surely must’ve turned awkward by now. Several seconds ticked by, but the other man didn’t budge either. “You..?”, he finally managed to say, something to make his behavior more civil- something to mask the fact that he really just wanted to look at his face, as long as he possibly could in this short, short frame of time. He looked cornered, the poor guy. He probably thought he was some kind of creep, or looking for a fight- he simply shakes his head no- eyes still patient and pleasant as ever. Kuroo’s done. It’s time to go, it’s time to leave his two-minute reprieve from his real life. His manner seems to change in seconds as the train comes to a stop- politely smiling and making his way through the crowd to the doors. And just as they open- just as he steps outside, he hears a “Have a nice day at work-“ His head turns so fast, so fast towards the voice- to see his face, and a smile. A soft little up-turn of his lips, and he barely catches it but those eyes are flicking ever so slightly lower, climbing back up- lingering on his face as the doors close… before the train takes him away down the line, to whichever mysterious land. Kuroo stands there on the platform, unwilling to move for a while. Another big sigh. As he walks to his office, his mind is spinning. He’s.. a painter. No, he’s a server in a café. No, he’s a writer, he had a sling bag with some sheets peeking through it. All day, he sits in his swivel chair, clicking away at his computer- and every so often he looks up like lightning struck him- A script writer? Maybe he wasn’t even on his way to work? He takes the metro home, takes the same compartment- much emptier at this hour. No sign of him of course. He finds himself sinking in his seat, staring out the window, exhausted after the long day. Maybe he was visiting his partner. Maybe he was going to the airport.. At 8 am the next day, as Kuroo is brushing his teeth and watching the clock in his bedroom- he suddenly runs. What compels him, he doesn’t know- pulling his trousers on, his shirt buttons mismatched, his hair looking more dishevelled than was strictly normal. But he’s on the train again at 8:10 am, smiling apologetically at the old lady he saw yesterday and standing by the door. He watches that door till the stop comes, watches it carefully. Who’s to say it wasn’t a dentist’s appointment for fuck’s sake. Who’s to say he wouldn’t just get on a different train at 8:15 instead. Who’s to say he wouldn’t climb into the compartment just next to his. And yet, there he was- the same man, the same sling bag, and those big, brown eyes finding him as soon as he sets foot on the train. What a rush, what a mad fix this was turning out to be. Kuroo’s mouth was hanging open a little, marvelling perhaps, at his sheer luck. “Were you.. expecting me?”, the man says with a warm little chuckle. Warm enough to melt ice he’d reckon. “No.. actually..”, he manages to choke out, looking embarrassed as hell. “Hoping.. more like it-“ Trust him to say something stupidly bold like that as he looks back at his face. The man gives him a shy face, another chuckle, and a flutter of his eyes- before turning them to the window again. That damn.. telecom tower.. “Work sucks huh?” “Oh yeah.. sucks the life out of me-“ The tunnel was coming. He couldn’t wait, he could hardly contain himself when the compartment got dark- the pair of gold flitting over his form, his face, the outline of his hair, like a thief stealing his keep in the dark. Seconds later, light floods back in to reveal his dark brown eyes doing much the same- bolder today than yesterday as they fall over his shoulders, then climb back up his neck and his chin. It was such a mad feeling this, to be watched by this man. To want to be watched by him. He didn’t know who he was, his name, or where he came from. All he knew was that every time he glanced away from him, Kuroo felt this fiery urge to capture his gaze again. He hoped now, that he couldn’t tell what he was thinking. One more stop. One more stop? Well crap, he was sinking again. He didn’t want to go- did he have to go, couldn’t he just ride this train longer, stand in this slowly shrinking space between him and this man,

just a little longer. “Getting off?” Why did he ask. Why did he have to look at him with those big brown eyes and ask, like he had a choice. “Mm yeah-“, he answers, looking at his feet, a dog who didn’t want to be done with his walk for the day, didn’t want to admit that it was ending. Kuroo looks up as the train comes to a stop, exhaling slowly, fingers clenching tighter on his bag. There’s a lump in his throat as he desperately wills himself not to give himself away, failing miserably with a ‘See you tomorrow?’ He holds his gaze, waiting to see him falter- expecting him to give him an awkward little smile and sever his ridiculous new obsession right away. “Yeah.. same compartment?”, he answers casually, nodding at him like it was a business deal they’d just agreed to. Kuroo nods back hurriedly- eyes widening just a little at what had passed, he steps out the doors and onto the platform- turns around to catch his gaze. And he smiles, this man, right up to his big, beautiful brown eyes, “Have a nice day..” The train carries him away, pulling Kuroo’s neck in a long, slow swivel as he watches it go- his heart banging obscenely against his chest. The next day, and the next, Kuroo runs to the platform, takes that compartment and waits in his spot. For his brown-eyed man. And he comes, as promised, giving him a little smile which grows bigger as the days go by. Names are exchanged. Sawamura Daichi, who likes to take the train instead of driving to work, who likes to stop where he can get the best breakfast bagel in town and walk the rest of the way to his office, who has a pet raccoon called Meimei, and who has Kuroo’s heart in a buttery, warm vice every time he looks back at him..

with his big, brown eyes.

[fvrxdrm]

I’ll See You Again (Jake Muller x Reader)

And here is @imgayforgaystuff​ ‘s request. This was longer than intended lmao. Hope you’ll like it :)

Pairing: Jake Muller x GN!Reader

Warning(s): None

*****

“Did you take your dose?”

 You along with your partner, Sherry, ran towards where you heard the faint commotion and saw the guy you’ve been looking for standing beside a body that already seemed lifeless.

 Jake Muller. He supposedly had the antibodies for the C-virus that’s been gradually spreading across the globe and you were tasked to locate him and bring him back to the United States in order for blood samples to be taken for vaccine research. If their hypothesis was correct, this guy could save the world even without handling a gun and transporting from one country to another or something.

 “Yeah, but if you want to take your hit, you gotta sign up with the lady downstairs...” Jake replied. You took a glance at your watch before averting your short gaze towards the body as it dissipated into the fire it created until it was just nothing but an invisible ghost. “... Wouldn’t recommend it, though.”

 “No, question, you’ve got the antibodies.” You rushed towards a rusty metal door where an opening should be and pulled the handle, stepping aside to let your partner and Jake first.

 “Thank you. Wait, what?”

 “You could be the key to saving the world, Jake Muller,” you said and upon hearing this, he just smirked in amusement and laughed it off in his mind. I mean, seriously? Key to saving the whole fucking world? That’s a funny fucking joke, man. His snarky smile was soon dropped though as soon as you heard groans fill the room and you immediately let your heads focus on the matter on hand.

 “Go! I’ll follow right behind you.” They obeyed without any second thoughts and when they finally got in, you gunned down those who got too close before jumping in yourself.

 Sewers. Great! Another day, another life in shitty water.

 You looked for your footing once you’d landed on trash, and shit, and grey fucking water or something, almost getting closer to falling on your ass and swallowing all those caca that had been dumped in there by different hoomans and animals.

 I would rather die if the gods gave me an opportunity to eat shit.

 “You two okay?” You asked.

 “Yeah, you?” Sherry replied.

 “I’m gucci.”

 Not really...

 Your boots would sink into the muck below the water and the smell… UGH! It didn’t help that your stomach was full when you got to your location. But hey, agents gotta do what they gotta do, right?

 Once you found yourself stable on the ground, you pulled out your badge from your pocket and opened it to introduce yourself to Jake but he just waved it off and disregarded it saying that it wasn’t the time right now. You and Sherry exchanged glances.

 “You comin’?

 “After you”

 This is going to be interesting...

*****

“Y/N? Y/N!”

 Your eyes carefully fluttered open at the mention of your name, trying your best to force your eyelids apart but it felt like bricks were weighing them down and all you could make out were two silhouettes rushing towards your side before the world blacked out again against your will.

*****

“Hey, hey, shh... It’s okay, just rest. You got hurt pretty bad.”

 A groan crept up your throat as your head hammered in pain, feeling as if a wrecking ball with Miley Cyrus riding it just repeatedly slammed against you.

 Talk about coming in like a wrecking ball...

 Your eyes cracked open for the second time that night, your E/C optics immediately catching sight of a round head hovering above you.

 “Jake?” You muttered under your breath.

 “Yeah, it’s me.” The said man carefully helped you sit up straight before leaning you against the firm fabric of a tent you were in, checking you again for any hidden injuries that he and Sherry managed to miss while you massaged your temples to ease the aching in your head. When you’d finally calmed down and everything that had happened began to congregate in your brain, your sight spun around and you immediately panicked when you noticed Sherry’s absence.

 “Where’s Sherry?”

 “She went out to get some wood for some fire. I told her to just stay here and I’ll get them instead but she insisted and told me to stay with you.”

 “Fucking hell, Sherry,” you quietly cursed. You stood up from where you were and started walking out the tent but Jake grabbed ahold of your arm before you could even step a foot out.

 “Where are you going?”

 “I’m going to find Sherry. She could get herself killed out there!”

 “I’m sure she’s going to be fine. She’s one hell of a super girl! I mean, have you seen how her wounds just close on their own?” Your eyes widened.

 “Oh, you saw her?”

 “Yeah, front row seat even. A piece of the plane stabbed her in the back and then when I pulled it out, she told me to by the way, the wound just closed on its own. I asked her about it but she just told me that it was a long story.” You sighed and just nodded your head in response. You let him lightly tug on your arm and guide you towards where you once sat and gazed vacantly at the ground below you, silence flooding the small shelter until your voice suddenly shooed it away.

 “Sherry and I survived Raccoon City together,” you began, abruptly catching Jake’s attention and pausing his obnoxious fiddling with a coin he got out of nowhere.

 “The city that was bombed in 1998?”

 “Yeah. It wasn’t just a bomb though, an outbreak happened, like, you know, this one.” You gestured to your surroundings to emphasize what you were implying. “I shouldn’t be telling you this but it might give you some answers. Sherry and I both got infected with the virus that caused the incident but thankfully, somebody injected us with a cure and now, we got the side effects, per se. Sherry’s got the healing thing and I’m...basically...a walking cure.”

 “Huh, so then why did you look for me if you have...you...to cure whatever the hell this is?”

 “They’ve performed tests on me before and all of them were successful except for the C-virus. I don’t know why it didn’t work but um...yeah. Apparently I’m not the cure for the recent virus.”

 “Oh.” He was speechless, he couldn’t of anything to reply with so he just averted his gaze to his lap and vacantly stared at his hand where his coin laid stiffly against his palm.

Finally. All his life he thought he was alone in this one. He thought he was this monster that just submerged in a trice out of nowhere. I mean, look at him. He’s got this superpower thing since birth and it felt weird. All those people around him were normal, no X-men shit isolating them from the other and he felt like a loner…until he met you and heard your story.

Jake looked at you as the thought of you crossed his mind and he instantaneously felt his face warm up at the sight of you finger-combing your hair and tying your locks with a band.

Wait, what the hell!?

“Hey, you okay?” Jake jumped a bit at the sound of your voice, his face redder in embarrassment, and he just waved his hand in response before looking somewhere else.

*****

So…yeah… I think you know what happened throughout the nights you were firing some bullets left and right.

Basically, you found yourselves in an undersea facility of Neo-Umbrella at the bottom of an ocean and then got rescued by Chris and Piers afterwards.

While you were trapped inside the premises you and Jake couldn’t help but create a small talk where you got to know each other with Sherry just listening in the background and feeling all giddy finally finding someone new for you. After you found out your ex cheated on you with your best friend, like, a year or two ago, you shut yourself off of the dating realm and just took time for yourself. And by that I mean drowning yourself in alcohol.

“Well, we’re trapped in here and we can’t really get out of these restraints, wanna chat?” Jake began.

“I was about to dose off but sure.”

“Let’s see…um…uh… What do people say when they meet each other?” Jake scratched his head using the metal behind him when he remembered he couldn’t get the shackles off of him and you giggled in mirth at the sight.

“I don’t know. I’m not really the type to start with name exchanges. I usually start with…yanking their arms off and getting the fuck out of a place or something.”

Jake chuckled in response and swayed his head side to side. “I see you’ve seen enough.”

“You have no idea.”

It went on like that for a moment, somehow finding peace in conversing casually amidst the chaos outside and it warmed your heart. It helped piece your brain cells together again and you collected a newfound strength after all the tiny grins and small cackles.

It was just tranquility that filled you, nothing else, until an alarm went off and you were suddenly released from your restraints… And then you were back on agent mode again.

 So, here you are now, already defeating this gigantic creature that had been following you around in China and gazing into the abyss of fire where déjà vu suddenly hit you like a truck.

This was like Raccoon City, that time where the train you rode on dashed towards the daylight as flames surged the tunnel. Ustanak represented Birkin.

“You saved me,” you heard Jake whisper beside you. “You know that, right?”

You looked at the surface you had been clinging on below and sniffed at the overwhelming feeling that bursted inside of you.

“Thank you.”

You placed your hand on top of his and smiled softly at him while the three of you darted towards the end of another long escape.

*****

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.” You dusted your clothes and gripped on your bag, forcing your tears not to fall at the thought of not seeing each other again.

“No,” Jake replied firmly. Your eyebrows creased together at his odd response and couldn’t help but ask in confusion.

“What?”

“I’ll see you again, Y/N.” He brushed his palm against your cheek, his orbs burning through yours, before he placed his lips on your own ones. Boy, Sherry couldn’t be happier at the sight of you two. She’ll be sure to arrange your wedding once everything had settled down.

“I’ll see you again, I promise.”

[rpd-rookie]

What Does The ‘S’ Stand For ? - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary: When you learn that Leon got the job you desperately wanted you decide to pay him a visit to congratulate him and finally put an end to the competition between the two of you in favour of some cooperation. Turns out, cooperation sometimes involve taking your clothes off.

Author’s Note: Some one-shot involving (pre) RE2 Remake Leon, a very sassy reader and some smut. I haven't written that genre in a while though. Hope I'm not too rusty. And by the way, if you notice some terrible grammatical mistakes please let me know (English is not my mother tongue). Anyway, I wish you'll like this story and as usual don't forget to like/reblog and tell me what you think about it.

Warning: SMUT and Language. You can also expect some humour and some fluff. 

Also available on AO3

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “Competition has been shown to be useful up to a certain point and no further, but cooperation, which is the thing we must strive for today, begins where competition leaves off.” Wise words. But clearly Roosevelt never had to compete with Kennedy, and by Kennedy you didn’t mean John F. Kennedy but another Kennedy, one with less charisma yet better hair (hell, got to render unto Caesar what’s Caesar’s), Leon S. Kennedy - ‘S’ probably standing for “sucker” or “saint” in your opinion. After all, the guy was such a goody two-shoes. Teacher’s favourite. Neat and tidy top student. Perfect arbiter of right and wrong. And certainly, the only guy in the academy who didn’t stick his cock in Barbara Johnson’s pussy. Weird since she also had a president’s name just like him. Could have been the perfect opportunity for a horizontal presidential debate.

If it wasn’t clear already, you didn’t like Kennedy very much. But it was not for the reasons mentioned above. No, you could tolerate the fact that he was the embodiment of virtue and morals. What you could not tolerate though, was that he was better than you at everything. At fundamentals, at crime prevention and analysis, at counterintelligence, at physical agility, at shooting, at… well, you get the point. It infuriated you. He infuriated you. You never had the chance to beat him. Never. He was always top of your class and you were always close second.           So of course, when you received the letter from the Raccoon City Police Department informing you that your application had been rejected and that the position had been given to someone else, you did the math.       Only Kennedy could have taken that job away from you. After all, you had heard him talking about Raccoon City at lunch break quite a few times in the past weeks and each time he had sounded so excited – well, as excited as cannibalistic murders can make you of course. Truth is, you had also shown interest in this city the moment its terrible crimes hit the first page of the newspapers alongside the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal, collecting every tiny article about it and telling your classmates what a thrilling experience it would be to work on that case. You had even imagined yourself wearing the blue uniform, RPD largely written on your chest, making a report about the rotting body of a camper found in the Arklay mountains.

You sighed, disappointment hitting you hard again. And with a hesitant hand, you knocked at the door in front of you somewhat ready to let go of the competition in favour of some cooperation. You barely waited a couple of seconds before Kennedy opened the door, a cordless telephone against his ear. He appeared genuinely surprised to see you there. “Call you back later, mom.” He said before hanging up the phone, still staring at you with astonished eyes. “Y/N.”   

“Telling your mommy about the amazing job you just got?” Your question had sounded more barbed and curter than indented. Bitterness probably. Leon sighed. He knew exactly what you meant. “Look, if it is about Raccoon City…” “Of course it is about Raccoon City. Why do you think I’m here? To discuss fashion?” You entered his bedsit without asking and looked around you. So well organized and tidy, so military. Pff. Where were the greasy pizza boxes, the nasty underwear on the floor and the bin filled with used tissues all the other guys usually had?      

You turned around to face him with a stone cold expression. “I’m guessing you knew I wanted that post.”           “Yeah but…” You cut him off. You couldn’t care less about the thing he wanted to say. “I don’t blame you. Had I been in your place I would have apply for it too. Damn, I even applied without being in your place, so … The point is, I wanted to congratulate you – even if it hurts me to do so – and tell you that I’m glad this competition between the two of us is finally coming to end.” Leon briefly chuckled and kept an amused smile on his face. This wasn’t the kind of words he had expected from you. “Well, thanks I guess.”       “You’re welcome” You dramatically put a hand over your heart “Gosh, it kills me to be so polite to you, Kennedy.” He retained a laugh and you approached him to slam a heavy blue binder against his - surprisingly strong - chest. Wow, muscles! “Take this.” You reluctantly said with a strangled voice as if you were a mother giving up her baby . “Take care of it. It’s the work of a lifetime … sort of.”

Leon furrowed his brows and opened the folder. Inside, there were all the articles you had collected about Raccoon City since the reveal of the incidents to the public eye plus some notes you had written during you personal late-night investigations. Leon skimmed through them. They were incredibly detailed and you could see how impressed he was. Damn, you wished you had your camera to immortalise this moment. “It won’t be of any use to me now. And it took me too much time to just throw it away so have it. Take it as parting gift.” “Wow, Y/N. I don’t know what to say.” He looked beyond happy. It made you smile. What the hell, Y/N?           “Thank you, maybe?” You swallowed you smile back before he could notice, choosing to replace what could have been something sweet and nice by sarcasm. “Yes, sure.” He grinned. “Thank you.” You nodded. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack so you’re not obliged to say ‘you’re welcome’.” He teased you and as much as you wanted to find the joke lame, you surprisingly found it rather funny.   “Good. Cause that would have been too much for my heart to take in a single day.” He smiled again and this time you couldn’t help but gaze. You were forced to acknowledge he was very cute, handsome even, certainly the kind of guy you would have willingly flirt with if it hadn’t been for the relentless competition between the two of you. “You know it’s nice to see you smile.” Your eyes slightly widened. You had been smiling the whole time? No! “That wasn’t a smile. That was a sneer.” You quickly replied, trying to prevent him from spotting the sudden panic in your eyes.   “Sure.” But yeah, that was definitely a smile and right now your cheeks were burning.

You cleared your throat and looked back upon his face, hoping yours had found back its usual seriousness and scorn. “Well, gotta go. Good riddance, Kennedy. Good luck and try not to screw up.” You proceeded to the door, glad this conversation was over, but Leon was not ready to let you leave just yet. “You know, for me, there was never a competition between us.” You stopped and turned around. “What?” You frowned. “Of course, there was a competition.” He shook his head. “Not for me.”   “Are you telling me that I have deprived myself of sleeping, fallen into coffee addiction and lost my entire social life for two years in the hope of finally beating you at a freaking test while you …” You could tell he was clearly trying not to laugh but his mocking grin was enough to make you blow a fuse. Well, a funny fuse … a funny desperate fuse “No! No!” You repeated, all irritated. “You’re kidding me!” He shrugged, playing all innocent. “Don’t fucking tell me you let me tilt at windmills!” He did. Bastard. Leon - Son of a bitch - Kennedy! That’s what the S stands for. You cursed in your head.           “I tried to tell you …” He started to explain to defend himself. “When?” You harrumphed, almost shouting at him. “Well, many times but …”           “Clearly not enough times.” Your sarcasm was back. “… each time you sent me packing” “I don’t do that.” You felt offended.         “I can’t barely make a full sentence with you!” You opened your mouth to retort but he stopped you by pointing a finger that undeniably meant ‘Careful what you’re going to say’. So you stood there, perfectly still, mouth opened, realising that he was probably right.             “You’re allowed to breath, you know.” He said as a response to your reaction but you didn’t know what to say anymore. Did you really spend all your time at the academy trying to win a non-existent competition? “Fuck.” You cursed, definitely dumbfounded.

Leon observed you, perplexed and wondering if you were going to stay rooted to the spot for the rest of the day. “Y/N” He waved in front of your face to pull you out from your thoughts but you barely noticed. “All that repressed sexual tension for nothing?” You asked yourself. Wait! Did you just say that out loud?           Panic-stricken, you looked up at Leon and judging by the way he was staring at you – all  ‘what the hell did she just say?’ – yep you did.       “You didn’t hear what I’ve just said.” You waved your hand past his face, like a Jedi would do in a Star Wars movie, knowing perfectly it wouldn’t work but hoping that ridicule would make the situation less awkward and give you a chance to run away from his room. It was a failure. “Yes, I did.”

And just like that, Leon Saint Sucker Son of a Bitch – whatever the S stood for - Kennedy caught your face in his hands and kissed you with a passion that made you gasp against him. You tried to resist for a second but then you decided to let go. After all, you had nothing to lose. The study years could be considered over and soon Leon would be in Raccoon City analysing amazing crimes while you would be God-knows-where writing parking tickets. You would never see each other again.     “Tell that to anyone, Kennedy and I’ll kick your gorgeous butt from here to Raccoon City.” You threatened, close to his mouth. “I won’t. Scout’s honour.” Leon Scout Kennedy? You shook your head (Stop being silly, Y/N!) before pushing Leon on the convertible sofa behind him.  

You straddled him without waiting, definitely willing to let your sudden eagerness and your repressed desire for him get the better of you. You met his lips in a new heated kiss, your body pressed against his, craving for lustful friction. And by the way Leon was holding you tight you could tell you weren’t the only one.             His tongue asked permission to enter your mouth and you happily granted it. Who would have thought that Leon Saint Kennedy was such a skilled kisser? Couldn’t he suck for once? Oh yeah, he could suck at your neck apparently. Damn.   A moan escaped your throat and you felt Leon smirk against your skin. “You like that?” He asked, proud of himself. You instinctively arched your neck asking for more, your hands weaving into his soft hair. “It’s not that bad.” You acknowledged and he suddenly bit you in the nape of your neck. “What the fuck?” You shouted, surprised. Leon laughed and you caught his face to kiss him and bite his lips in retaliation. But judging by the kinky smile on his angelic face, he didn’t seem to mind.             “You’re incorrigible.” You humoured. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.” He pecked your lips again and again and slowly began leaving a trail of light kissed down to your neck. “You’d better be. Aren’t you tired of making my life a misery?” You pretended to sulk as he kept on pressing his soft lips on your burning skin. You grabbed his chin, putting you thumb in his dimple and stared at him. How ridiculously hot he was right now with that arousal tinting his beautiful blue eyes and this dishevelled hair.  

“What do you have in mind, Y/N?” Rhetorical question. He knew exactly what you had in mind. Hell, it was basically the same thing he had in his.     “Stop playing coy and take your clothes off.” You whispered close to his face, your hot breath against his mouth, before pulling his bottom lip between your teeth “What about your silly competition?” He murmured back, his hands slowly falling along your sides.   “I’m all in for cooperation right now. So are you gonna give me a hand …” You started unbuckling his belt. “…or do I need to do everything by myself?” His eyes fixed upon yours mischievous ones, gazing at you with awe. You could tell he was completely at your mercy. “I’ll give you more than a hand.” You smirked and allowed your hands to unbutton his jeans. “I thought so.” He lifted his rear and you pulled down his jeans along with his boxers, biting your lips at the view of his beautiful cock. Jesus Christ Kennedy, Mother Nature certainly had been kind to you.

You stood up to undress yourself as well, dropping all your clothes to the floor, your eyes watching at Leon’s hastening hands fighting desperately with the buttons of his shirt. Clearly, you weren’t the only one that was impatient in this room, or horny.   You let him finish before taking your place back on his laps. His hard sex against your body, you slightly shivered, impatience eating you from within. “You’re gorgeous.” He said as he tucked few strands of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t help but blush, not used to such compliments, and, as a consequence, in order to erase all sense of discomfort in you (if you could call it like that), you decided to focus your attention on his cock.   You brushed his length with your fingertips, admiring it with envy and lust, excited to do more with it. It made Leon hiss and you looked up at him. His eyes were pleading you. Without looking away from the blueness of his look, you caught his penis in your hand and started pumping it gently. Leon’s eyelids flickered; his head hit the back of the sofa and his mouth opened slightly. He seemed thankful, relieved even. You continued your gesture, watching him melting underneath you, listening to his now ragged breath with delight. God, that was sexy. He was sexy. Leon Sexy Kennedy. Suited him.

You bit your lips and decided to venture in between his legs, kneeling onto the floor. “What are you …” Leon complained when he suddenly stopped feeling you on top of him. You cut him short by guiding his cock to your mouth to softly kiss the pre cum-covered tip “Holy...” The rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat and turned into a growl as you eagerly sucked the head of his cock like a Popsicle. You smiled and licked his length, staring at how ecstatic he looked from this angle. “You like that?” You winked as you quoted him and he laughed. “Women.”   You engulfed his cock deep in your mouth and started bobbing your head. A new sigh of pleasure escaped his mouth and you felt him instantly relax on the couch. “God, you’re amazing.” You liked the compliment and to show your appreciation you decided to massage his balls as you kept on sucking him. You received a lustful grunt in response and soon Leon’s hand grabbed your hair to give you a quicker pace, almost making you gag on him. “Oh, sorry.“ What a gentleman! “That’s okay.” You smiled in a very naughty way. “I like it.” He chortled and you took back his dick in your mouth, welcoming it deeper to show him you didn’t mind some roughness. “You know, if you keep doing this I’m soon going to cum in your mouth.”             You stopped, licked your lips and crawled back onto his lap. “That would be a shame.” You joked sarcastically, hands back in his hair “Got a condom?”

The way you pronounced the words, all smiley and adorable, made him laugh again. He pushed you softly to open the drawer of his nightstand and find your one-way ticket for cloud nine. “There!” He announced excited as he showed you the contraceptive. “But first …” He suddenly grabbed your ankles to pull you towards him, making you slightly yelp in the process. “There’s something I got to do”   He lay down on the couch, spread your legs and immediately nestled his head right in between your thighs, making you instantly shiver. So, that’s what he got to do.   You sighed when you felt his breath against you swollen clit but it was only when his tongue met your pink flesh that you realised how aroused you truly were. You were so wet.           “Fuck, am I the one to blame for such a mess?” He joked but his mouth and tongue felt so good in between your thighs that you could only just moan and arch your back, begging for proper sucking and licking. He didn’t make you wait and gave you what you wanted as he started fondling your clit with his tongue. “Leon” That was the first time you where saying his first name and you got to admit, you liked the sound of it. “Yes, sweetheart?”   “Keep going, please.” You begged and he sucked on your bud, gazing at you melting under his touch as he did. You grasped his hair when he finally let a finger enter your core. Fuck, he was good. You moved your hips instinctively against him and he added a new finger. It sank into you as easily as the first one and you cried out, finding it impossible to be discreet anymore. “Fuck, Leon. I want you. I want you now.” You begged.   “Wait a second.” He asked, definitely loving your taste too much for him to stop just now. He pumped his fingers in your pussy, licking your juices greedily and you clenched your thighs around his head, feeling the imminence of your orgasm slowly yet surely approaching. “Now, Leon. Now! Please”

Leon obeyed this time and he quickly sat up and grabbed the condom he had left on the pillow next to him. He put the red wrapper between his teeth and tore it open. Then he rolled the condom down his length with both his hands. You watched him all the time, your fingers massaging your clit, finding him terribly arousing at this very moment.

Once ready, Leon bent over you to kiss you again and he tapped his hard cock on your hand to ask access to your humid entrance. You didn’t object of course and even spread your legs wider. Soon enough, you felt him slide in between your wet lips and then finally push slowly yet exquisitely inside of you. You closed your eyes as he did and drew a sharp breath once you felt him fully inside. You didn’t need time to adjust to him as if your body was meant for him. Guess Leon felt it too as he immediately took a quick pace and began pounding you. You let your hands wander on his smooth chest from his strong pectorals down to his divine abs and the chiselled V below his navel, finding him simply gorgeous. Then you grasped his hips, and nudge his rear with your ankles, pressing his pelvis closer to you to take him deeper, and started moaning his name again. His hands caught your bouncing breasts to play with your nipples, and you rapidly felt the strong wave of pleasure back in your core, ready to drown you. “Fuck, Leon!” His mouth met one of your teats and sucked on it with ardour. That was too much to handle. “I think I’m gonna cum.” You cried out.         “Yeah?” You nodded, letting a tear of pleasure escape your eyes. “Cum for me then.” He didn’t have to say it twice and few seconds later, you dug your nails in his hipbones and screamed loudly as you clenched around his cock, finally coming undone under his thrusts.

Stunned, breathless and at the same time a bit embarrassed that you had already reached your orgasm, you let Leon kiss you soft lips with a smile on his face. “See, you reached the finishing line before me.” He humoured.           “Fuck off.” You whispered, amused yet completely exhausted. He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours one more time before gently pushing you flat on your stomach. “I’m not done with you yet.” He whispered in your ear.  

You moaned loudly when he thrust back into your wet core, pinning you down on the mattress that you ultimately grabbed tightly in order to stay in place. He started pounding you again, holding you by the hips, taking delight in watching your sweet butt bouncing against him as he was burying himself deeper than he had ever done before. “Jesus, Y/N!” He growled before spanking you.         You gasped, astonished but in a good way. You had never thought he was that kind of guy. “Really, Kennedy? Spanking? That’s what the ‘S’ in your name stands for?” He laughed, still fucking you from behind. “I thought you would like it.” “Oh but I do. I just never thought it was your thing.”         “You should stop taking me for a saint, Y/N.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, brushing the strand of hair covering his right eye away and focused again on his movements. “It’s not my fault. It’s your baby face.” You confessed in between two moans. He brutally stopped and you wondered for a second if what you had just said had actually vexed him.       “My baby face? Really?” He repeated in your ear with a smirk as he grabbed you by the hair. “Who’s been crying out my name the whole time?” Holy shit. You instinctively braced yourself and when he resumed his hammering you knew it was a smart decision. Leon started growling even more loudly as he slowed yet deepened his movements inside of you, his hand in your hair, using your body as leverage. He was almost aggressive but you moaned nevertheless, out of breath, feeling a new orgasm building inside of you. Really? You clenched around him, trying to hold your orgasm a bit longer, unwilling to give him the satisfaction to cum around him again.

When Leon’s hard pounding started to get sloppy you realised he was really close to his release. “Jesus, I’m almost there.” He admitted.         You don’t know how you found the strength to push him on his back but you did. Sitting on top of him, you removed the condom, threw it carelessly onto the floor and started to jerk him off. “I want you to cum on me.” You confessed. A guttural moan vibrated in his throat and he let himself sprawl on the mattress, leaving you in complete charge of his pleasure. You grinded against his cock as your hand kept on firmly going up and down his length. It drove Leon crazy and you soon felt him throbbing in your grip. His breath became even more ragged and jerky and small spasms took control of his body. You angled his cock towards you and soon, a hot load of thick cum spurted on your stomach and breasts as Leon cursed and grunted between his gritted teeth. “Fuck, Y/N!”

You smiled and let go of his member, proud and satisfied of your work, looking at poor panting Leon who had a beautiful yet exhausted smile on his face. “You killed me, woman.” He joked and you briefly laughed. Then, you wiped his cum off your body with your fingers and brought them to your mouth, sucking them eagerly and swallowing the white seed looking right in Leon’s eyes. You had the feeling he would find it very hot. “Jesus Christ” Bull’s eye!

He circled you with his strong arms and pulled you against his chest. His heart was beating wildly and you allowed yourself to huddle a bit more against him to enjoy the melody. Post-coital cuddling session? Not sure that was a good idea but you decided to go for it and so did Leon as he chose to burry his nose in your hair and kiss the top of your head.

“Scott” He whispered sleepily. You looked up, wondering what he meant. “That’s what the ‘S’ stands for. Leon Scott Kennedy.”

Scott? You repeated in your head with a soft smile. Oh well, that didn’t sound so bad even though, right now, you preferred Leon ‘Stay’ Kennedy.

[sexyshakespeare]

Big, brown, eyes

Kuroo was tired. But then again, he was always tired. That’s why he had a car to drive to work, a nice air-conditioned sedan that the company had afforded him. He didn’t have to pay for gas even, and traffic wasn’t too bad, he’d make it there in twenty. And yet, he’d decided to take the metro today.

Like an idiot. The tall man stood in the crowded compartment, trying his best not to lean too far left or right onto any unsuspecting old lady, shooting apologetic looks every time his briefcase whacked somebody when the train stopped. It had been a while since he took the train. It used to be a regular thing back in school and maybe he missed it- either way, he was regretting it now as he stared back at the digital sign. Two more stops. Dear god.. He very nearly groans out loud- but he’s got so much more patience than that. So he sighs quietly instead, barely noticing when the man enters through the doors and stands next to him. Kuroo gives him a cursory once-over. Shorter than he is, strong by the looks of his arms.. pleasant face. He had a sling bag that bumped against Kuroo’s thigh when he stood close. The man looks up at him, and it seems it takes him a few seconds to give a polite smile before he turns to the window and the city whizzing past them outside. It was the longer than average look-over that got Tetsurou interested. His eyes were pretty, big and brown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wanted to look into them again. A curious pair of gold regarded his face- the man who was paying close attention to the telecom tower they were passing by, but he couldn’t peruse for long- they were passing through a tunnel. For some reason, this pleased Kuroo- a small little smile of satisfaction building on his lips. Fuck that telecom tower. It was so silly.. he was being silly. But he didn’t care, he’d look if he wanted to- in the dark, his gold eyes would take in as much as they could of his outline. And he would look till they passed out of the tunnel, his eyes blatantly fixed on him as was evident in the bright sunlight. But color him surprised when he finds that those pair of chocolate were trained on him too. It was barely a second that they met, before he looks outside again abruptly. Kuroo felt it, the little thrill of knowing he had been watched. One more stop.. One more stop? It had him sighing again, morose. His eyes suddenly losing their lustre, and zeroing in on the doors in front of them as he reflexively tightened his grip on the handle of his bag. “Getting off?” The man spoke, nodding as he enquired this simple thing of him. “Mm-“, Kuroo nodded back- using this opportunity to the fullest, like the greedy, whorish man he knew himself to be. He doesn’t drop his gaze, an exchange that was supposed to be polite surely must’ve turned awkward by now. Several seconds ticked by, but the other man didn’t budge either. “You..?”, he finally managed to say, something to make his behavior more civil- something to mask the fact that he really just wanted to look at his face, as long as he possibly could in this short, short frame of time. He looked cornered, the poor guy. He probably thought he was some kind of creep, or looking for a fight- he simply shakes his head no- eyes still patient and pleasant as ever. Kuroo’s done. It’s time to go, it’s time to leave his two-minute reprieve from his real life. His manner seems to change in seconds as the train comes to a stop- politely smiling and making his way through the crowd to the doors. And just as they open- just as he steps outside, he hears a “Have a nice day at work-“ His head turns so fast, so fast towards the voice- to see his face, and a smile. A soft little up-turn of his lips, and he barely catches it but those eyes are flicking ever so slightly lower, climbing back up- lingering on his face as the doors close… before the train takes him away down the line, to whichever mysterious land. Kuroo stands there on the platform, unwilling to move for a while. Another big sigh. As he walks to his office, his mind is spinning. He’s.. a painter. No, he’s a server in a café. No, he’s a writer, he had a sling bag with some sheets peeking through it. All day, he sits in his swivel chair, clicking away at his computer- and every so often he looks up like lightning struck him- A script writer? Maybe he wasn’t even on his way to work? He takes the metro home, takes the same compartment- much emptier at this hour. No sign of him of course. He finds himself sinking in his seat, staring out the window, exhausted after the long day. Maybe he was visiting his partner. Maybe he was going to the airport.. At 8 am the next day, as Kuroo is brushing his teeth and watching the clock in his bedroom- he suddenly runs. What compels him, he doesn’t know- pulling his trousers on, his shirt buttons mismatched, his hair looking more dishevelled than was strictly normal. But he’s on the train again at 8:10 am, smiling apologetically at the old lady he saw yesterday and standing by the door. He watches that door till the stop comes, watches it carefully. Who’s to say it wasn’t a dentist’s appointment for fuck’s sake. Who’s to say he wouldn’t just get on a different train at 8:15 instead. Who’s to say he wouldn’t climb into the compartment just next to his. And yet, there he was- the same man, the same sling bag, and those big, brown eyes finding him as soon as he sets foot on the train. What a rush, what a mad fix this was turning out to be. Kuroo’s mouth was hanging open a little, marvelling perhaps, at his sheer luck. “Were you.. expecting me?”, the man says with a warm little chuckle. Warm enough to melt ice he’d reckon. “No.. actually..”, he manages to choke out, looking embarrassed as hell. “Hoping.. more like it-“ Trust him to say something stupidly bold like that as he looks back at his face. The man gives him a shy face, another chuckle, and a flutter of his eyes- before turning them to the window again. That damn.. telecom tower.. “Work sucks huh?” “Oh yeah.. sucks the life out of me-“ The tunnel was coming. He couldn’t wait, he could hardly contain himself when the compartment got dark- the pair of gold flitting over his form, his face, the outline of his hair, like a thief stealing his keep in the dark. Seconds later, light floods back in to reveal his dark brown eyes doing much the same- bolder today than yesterday as they fall over his shoulders, then climb back up his neck and his chin. It was such a mad feeling this, to be watched by this man. To want to be watched by him. He didn’t know who he was, his name, or where he came from. All he knew was that every time he glanced away from him, Kuroo felt this fiery urge to capture his gaze again. He hoped now, that he couldn’t tell what he was thinking. One more stop. One more stop? Well crap, he was sinking again. He didn’t want to go- did he have to go, couldn’t he just ride this train longer, stand in this slowly shrinking space between him and this man,

just a little longer. “Getting off?” Why did he ask. Why did he have to look at him with those big brown eyes and ask, like he had a choice. “Mm yeah-“, he answers, looking at his feet, a dog who didn’t want to be done with his walk for the day, didn’t want to admit that it was ending. Kuroo looks up as the train comes to a stop, exhaling slowly, fingers clenching tighter on his bag. There’s a lump in his throat as he desperately wills himself not to give himself away, failing miserably with a ‘See you tomorrow?’ He holds his gaze, waiting to see him falter- expecting him to give him an awkward little smile and sever his ridiculous new obsession right away. “Yeah.. same compartment?”, he answers casually, nodding at him like it was a business deal they’d just agreed to. Kuroo nods back hurriedly- eyes widening just a little at what had passed, he steps out the doors and onto the platform- turns around to catch his gaze. And he smiles, this man, right up to his big, beautiful brown eyes, “Have a nice day..” The train carries him away, pulling Kuroo’s neck in a long, slow swivel as he watches it go- his heart banging obscenely against his chest. The next day, and the next, Kuroo runs to the platform, takes that compartment and waits in his spot. For his brown-eyed man. And he comes, as promised, giving him a little smile which grows bigger as the days go by. Names are exchanged. Sawamura Daichi, who likes to take the train instead of driving to work, who likes to stop where he can get the best breakfast bagel in town and walk the rest of the way to his office, who has a pet raccoon called Meimei, and who has Kuroo’s heart in a buttery, warm vice every time he looks back at him..

 with his big, brown eyes.

[fonulyn]

fonulyn’s 2020 in fics

this is kind of exciting since in 2020 I did get a lot writing done, and it marks the second year in a row that I’m able to actually make one of these posts after that horrible not good at all terrible disastrous three and a half years when I wrote absolutely nothing. so it’s a triumph to get another one of these up! personal victory haha.

in total, in 2020 I wrote 148 fics, ranging from like 200 words to 34k (idk if those short things can be called fics but i just did). by pairing, there’s

13 of Joe/Nicky

58 of Piers/Leon

56 of Chris/Leon

(1 with Piers/Leon and Chris/Leon)

5 of the ot3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

11 of Krauser/Leon

3 of Wesker/Chris (lmao still can’t believe this)

1 of Chris/Leon/Krauser

so. in retrospect, i did okay. 

it’s over 300 thousand words and I am kind of. surprised. and that is not counting the approximately 50k of wips i’m ignoring :’D

I’d also like to take a second to thank everyone who has ever sent me nice messages, commented on the fics, left reblogs or kudos, and the like. you’re what kept me going, I wouldn’t have gotten even half as much done otherwise.

without further ado, links to all of the fics under the cut! they’re organized by pairing, and the links take you to tumblr posts (bc I’m lazy) and a lot of them have a link in the post that takes you to ao3. (also can you see I put ~~so much~~ effort into naming the tumblr ficlets :’D feel free to laugh at me)

Joe/Nicky

a dog by any other name | 1,5k | The one wherein they end up owning a dog.

within the heart a flame of desires | 5,0k | Nicolo watches Yusuf have sex with others, desperately wishing he was with him instead. Until things change. He much prefers having Yusuf all for himself.

the world will wait | 2,4k | The one wherein Joe takes a lot of naps and the whole team gets to relax.

catch this | 650w | Every time Joe gets distracted (by Nicky), Andy tries to take him by surprise.

nobody’s perfect | 1,9k | Even immortal warriors have their weaknesses, Nile learns. Those just aren’t what she expected.

only in these arms | 780w | Nicky has trouble sleeping alone. Andy is a decent substitute, but only when Joe returns so does Nicky’s ability to get a decent night’s rest.

(please don’t explain) that time in Malta | 580w | Nile doesn’t think at first it would even be possible for Joe to be embarrassed. By anything. Until one evening, they talk about Malta.

cool it down boys | 400w | Andy gets no sleep. She gets revenge, though.

cowboy, baby | 340w | Nicky has the fashion sense of a sack of flour, and he is fine with that.

that day is not today | 4,9k | They struggle through the whole lab-experience. It isn’t the time yet to forgive Booker.

tea, soup and tlc | 2k | The one wherein Joe is not sick. At all. Nope. He isn't.

two drinks too many | 770w | Nicky is a little drunk. Joe loves him anyway.

safe haven | 3,9k | The one wherein everyone gets quality cuddles from Joe.

Piers/Leon

it was you that I found | 23,4k | Leon doesn’t really do relationships. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he always seems to be so bad at them. Of course entirely by accident he manages to build one without even realizing it. 

unexpected visitor | 690w | Piers is forced on bed-rest. At least Leon stops by.

got me all tied up (never let me go) | 4,0k | Piers doesn’t like suits. Leon loves Piers in a suit.

not so subtle | 210w | “Soo, were you checking me out all night, or was that just my imagination?” Leon asks suddenly, Piers chokes on his drink in surprise.

nighttime fools | 4,8k | Piers and Leon get arrested for public indecency. It’s not their fault, honest.

piers isn’t sick, really, he isn’t (he is) | 670w | “Oh, hi,” Piers said immediately, a goofy smile slipping onto his face. Man, he was happy to see Leon. So happy to see him.  

so you’ve met Xena | 620w | “Xena?” Leon turned to look at Piers, decidedly unimpressed. “You named your dog after the Warrior Princess?“

you’re cute, you know | 680w | Piers took the opportunity the second their gazes met. He grinned, as charmingly as he possibly managed, and said “You’re cute, you know that?“

kiss the nightmares away | 470w | Sleepily Piers blinked, trying to make his eyes work properly. He squinted at the digital clock on the bedside, and its harsh red numbers that told him it was 3:30, and confusedly he turned to frown at Leon. “Why aren’t you sleeping?“

smooth talking, Nivans, very smooth | 1,4k | Piers can not control what comes out of his mouth.

dream a little (dirty) dream of me | 1,3k | Piers wakes Leon up. That's it.

your shirt is my shirt | 950w | With a sigh Piers grabbed the only shirt available that wasn’t battery operated and obnoxious. It was Leon’s, so old that the print had faded completely, leaving only faint outlines behind. And when Piers pulled it on he grumbled again, realizing how tight it was.

here for you | 620w | Leon can’t sleep, but somehow Piers makes his anxieties bleed away. 

grand plans | 260w | “Are you seriously going to wear that?”

new puppy | 430w | “Hey there little guy.” Leon bent down to pick up the little puppy, straightening again to hold it against his chest. His hands looked almost comically large as the dog was so tiny, and carefully he cradled it close.

a little bit funny | 850w | So maybe Piers hadn’t slept properly in days, and the sleep deprivation was making him a little hysterical, but he didn’t even remember when a stupid comedy would’ve made him laugh so much.

for now our time is here | 4,4k | When Chris had told them to wait up and left them alone for a while, this probably wasn’t what he’d been expecting, but the second he’d closed the door behind himself the tension that had been brewing between Leon and Piers had snapped like a cord.

wanting too much | 1,1k | “Fucking hell, never do that to me again,“ Leon huffed out, clearly relieved beyond anything.

the prettiest agent with the prettiest hair | 1,2k | Piers stress-braids. Leon doesn't mind. And besides, Piers always undoes the braids whenever he's done with them. Until one night he forgets.

you can be the air that i breathe | 1,0k |  It wasn’t the first time Piers got punched in the face by a gigantic BOW so hard that the hit sent him flying. It was, however, the first time he was sent careening off a bridge and into the river below. And it was, definitely, the first time Leon saved his life.  

before I found you | 890w | The second Piers realized that the spikes covering the monster actually came off, and it was able to shoot them towards its attackers, it was already too late for him to react.

you don’t need to stay | 950w | Piers did his best to take care of Leon.  And as much as Leon appreciated it, he didn’t want to be a goddamn nuisance.

need me, baby, just a little stronger tonight | 2,1k | Leon really has to practice perfecting his poker face. At least he gets what he wants in the end.

be my valentine | 920w | “Are you sure?“ Piers asked for the tenth time, frowning down at the bar of Fazer blue chocolate. “I still think it’s… not a lot?”

you're the world that I wanna discover | 7,5k | The one wherein they buy a house, fall even more in love, and Leon reaches a breaking point.

call me (tell me what you feel) | 1,7k | Leon is stuck at the airport. At least he gets a nice phone call with Piers.

incentive to stay alive | 1,0k |  "Hey, Nivans, wake up,” he tried, but there was no answer, and he couldn’t help but let the worry in his voice. “Piers. Don’t you dare die on me. Chris would kill me if I let anything happen to his best sniper.”

blanket hog Leon | 880w | Grumbling, Piers turned around, and as he’d expected Leon was cozily wrapped in at least four blankets, leaving nothing for Piers, who was currently freezing his ass off.

I give you all I am | 2,0k | “Leon?” Piers approached in quick steps, watching recognition flicker in Leon’s eyes as he lowered his own weapon too. Leon was slumped against the wall, hunched over and holding his side, and there was something feverish about his eyes. Yet as soon as he realized it was Piers he gave a shaky grin, even if that was all he managed.

why are the gorgeous ones always taken | 810w | Piers blinked his eyes open slowly, expression scrunched up, and it took a long moment before he managed to actually focus his gaze on Leon’s face. When he did, a smile immediately bloomed on his face, and he even tilted his head a little. “Have I died and gone to heaven?” he croaked out, his voice rough from lack of use.

still intact | 1,1k | It took a week before the level of painkillers was correct and Piers woke up with a gasp instead of a scream. And the first thing he asked was for someone to kill him.

of guns and ...guns | 270w | Leon likes the way Piers handles his rifle. There’s drool involved.

always fashionable | 540w | Apparently having a crush on the well-dressed, professional Leon translated into being absolutely fucking in love with the sleep-mussed and squinty Leon.

misplaced phones and revelations | 660w | Chris finds Piers’ phone. Which turns out to be Leon’s phone. The two turn out to be dating. Chris feels kind of blind.

yee-haw! | 1,0k | Leon rides Piers. Wearing a cowboy hat.

you’re cute when you’re angry | 620w | When he’s stressed, Piers washes the dishes. Angrily.  

want to drink (with) you | 1,1k | Piers is an embarrassing drunk. Leon loves him anyway. 

and each one of us is a path somewhere | 22,2k | Piers gets thrown twenty years back in time. Into Raccoon City, 1998. He’d heard about what Leon went through that night, but he never thought he’d have to actually experience it himself. Together with bright eyed rookie Leon.

hold me close | 560w | Leon falls asleep against Piers’ shoulder. 

goatee man | 890w | Piers thinks growing a beard might make him look more manly. 

promises kept | 2,9k | Leon finds out Piers isn't dead after all. He's just locked up in a BSAA research facility with no one allowed in to visit.

stay with me tonight (stay until the end of life) | 2,2k | Leon doesn’t know I’m contacting you, but a fair warning, because I’m worried. He was found unconscious on the bathroom floor at 10AM. They took him to the hospital, but he checked himself out. Look after him, okay?  

4am | 760w | “What can I say,” Piers grinned against Leon’s neck, “I was dreaming of you.” He had no reservations about moving his hips, letting Leon feel just how nice the dream had been.

caffeinated | 550w | Someone gives Piers coffee. Leon knows what to do with that excess energy.

and i'm you and you're me | 7,0k | The one wherein Leon and Piers accidentally swap bodies.

girls’ day in bed | 780w | Piers and Leon wake up one morning with boobs and other assorted lady parts. It’s a fun day. (Spoiler alert: they have a lot of sex.)

worlds apart | 3,2k | Krauser kidnaps Piers to lure Leon to him. (feat. past Krauser/Leon)

not again | 530w | Watching Piers’ mutation brings Leon some very unfortunate flashbacks. (feat. past Krauser/Leon)

gorgeous | 300w | Piers calls Leon gorgeous.

the most comfortable pillow | 350w | Leon falls asleep with his head on Piers’ lap.

beautiful | 840w | Even after losing an arm and ruining half of his face, Piers is the most beautiful thing to Leon.

as seen in adult films | 580w | Piers doesn’t know one damn thing about dishwashers. He volunteers to fix one anyway.

never letting go | 260w | Leon is goddamn comfortable right here. He isn’t going to move a single inch.

nose kisses | 390w | Piers is cute when he’s cranky. Just ask Leon.

no other half could ever make me whole | 6,3k | The one wherein they get a scare and there's a proposal.

the luxury of being held | 690w | The fabric of Piers’ hoodie is the perfect place to hide. (feat. Theo’s amazing art)

just one step from heaven, one step from paradise | 2,7k | The one wherein Piers makes sure Leon doesn’t freeze, and they enjoy their vacation.

all is fair in war, love and Mario Kart | 600w | Piers sucks at Mario Kart.

Chris/Leon

if i never see all my dreams come true, the one that mattered the most was you | 5,9k |  Chris enlists Leon’s help on a mission as a clever ruse to make the man take a break he so obviously needs. 

and I don't want to know how slow the time must flow | 11,1k | Chris and Leon try to fight their way out of a castle and feelings take over.

you are my heart, you are my home | 3,2k | Chris is sick, and he’s being extra dramatic about it.

from the gates of longing | 5,5k | Chris volunteers to take Leon home, but ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

how to accidentally get adopted - a guide by Piers Nivans | 2,3k | Piers accidentally keeps calling Chris dad, and Chris and Leon sort of unofficially adopt him.

right here by your side | 1,9k | When Chris shows up to check up on Leon, four days into his self-imposed flu-exile, at first Leon wants to just throw him out. But then it turns into a relationship-building moment and suddenly he can’t mind all that much.

about time | 1,8k | Leon is freezing. Chris warms him up.

yet you'll lose yourself in me | 3,3k | The one wherein Chris is generously proportioned and Leon kind of loves it. (whispers: size kink)

beyond tomorrow | 1,7k | Leon ends up in the hospital after a mission, Chris hurries to see if he’s okay. Claire is already there.

look at those heart-eyes | 180w | Quickly Chris shook his head, reluctantly pulling his attention away from Leon.

there’s a cat in the sink | 220w | “There’s a cat in the sink, and we don’t own a cat.”

from the future | 300w | It’s 1998 and Leon comes face to face with himself, from 2017.

surprise redfield | 250w | “Don’t worry,“ Chris says, nonchalantly as if it’s an everyday occurrence that he’s standing in Leon’s kitchen.

need this feeling to last (there's no denying) | 2,4k | “Why don’t you fuck me yourself, you coward!“

something solid, something good | 520w | Chris was so warm, and that together with all the glorious skin-on-skin contact made Leon happily sink back into the embrace.

come closer | 520w | Leon is done with Chris being so careful around him.  

your arms around me | 690w | Chris woke up cold and alone.  

a needed break | 440w | Sometimes Chris got so single-mindedly stuck on a task that he forgot everything around himself.

the iron maiden | 820w | Suddenly it was hard to breathe, like he couldn’t fill his lungs with oxygen no matter how much he tried, to the point that his vision started to get blurry. 

robin hood: chris in tights | 480w | Chris’ face was twisted into a theatrical grimace as he tugged a little on the green tights we was wearing. They were like painted on and although he didn’t really have body issues in general, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it.

luckless romance | 4,0k | Leon and Chris turn a drunken argument into something better. (Please note: The link takes you to the last part of six.) 

take my hand | 920w | The worst part, by far, is not seeing anything. There are sounds, people talking like he isn’t even in the room, machines beeping and doors opening, quick busy steps against the floor.

let me take you to the edge of the stars and back again | 3,0k | Chris takes his sweet, sweet time before he gives Leon what he wants.

I’m going to seduce you | 1,1k | Jesus Christ, they’d had sex. Leon groaned again, this time less because of the headache and more because he felt so unbearably dumb. He’d probably had the best sex of his life, and he couldn’t remember it.

a little help | 430w | Those fucking idiots, Claire thought for the millionth time, as she watched her brother give the biggest dumbest heart eyes at Leon, who was blissfully oblivious about everything going on around him.

the way to anyone’s heart (the answer is food, good food)  | 2,4k | Chris asks Leon to teach him how to cook. (Spoiler: Leon doesn't know how.)

oh the horror | 270w | “I seriously don’t understand why you want to watch this shit,” Leon groaned, pressing his face into Chris’ chest.

jealousy | 670w | Chris swallowed hard, downed the last of his beer, and took the leap. “I’m jealous okay.”

twist me up | 510w | Sure Chris had always known that Leon was flexible. Sure he had seen him even do these weird-ass yoga poses more than once. There was nothing new to it.

meet the parents | 600w | Leon brings Chris home for Christmas.

precious cargo | 930w | Chris lugs Leon around like luggage.

it's always been you | 870w  | The hardest thing for Leon was when someone he cared about was in danger but there was nothing he could do about it. And then Chris fell into a ravine.

come away with me (to another world) | 2,0k | Leon finally gets a vacation.

first time sucker | 930w | “I don’t know, because it’s fun?” Leon said. “I promise you, you’re missing out.”

read my scars | 1,9k | Chris learns about Leon's scars.

battered and bruised | 650w | Ignoring the bruises and scrapes he had, Chris turned around and sprinted towards Leon, gritting his teeth against the strain moving put on his side.

a different kind of proposal | 500w | “If you keep fucking me this good,“ he breathed out, unsure if Chris even heard the words, “I’ll have to marry you.“

welcome home | 370w | The door had barely fallen shut behind Chris when Leon was in his personal space, grabbing him by the lapels of the trench coat he was wearing so he could pull him in close for a kiss.

I’d always choose you | 280w | Ada was something they didn’t talk about. When someone, anyone, brought her up Leon clammed up and changed the subject. And Chris had tried to be understanding, had tried to be patient, had tried his very best to respect Leon’s boundaries with this. But Chris was only human.

fuck or die | 1,7k | Chris gets hit by a weird plant, and his hard-on just will not go down. Until Leon takes matters into his hands.

i need a hug��| 470w | “I think,“ Leon sighed, but then it was like all fight bled from him and he slumped a little forward. “I need a hug.“

oh no there’s only one bed | 990w | “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just one night. I’m sure you’ve slept with worse persons than me.”

the butt that became a pillow | 420w | Chris falls asleep on Leon.

like father like son | 2,8k | Leon finds out he has a son.

monster magnet | 1,1k | Leon didn’t know when it had become something he recognized so easily. When had it become so normal for mutated creatures to look at him with such unadulterated lust.

please be okay | 620w | Leon faints from sheer exhaustion. 

like father like... grandson? | 4,1k | Liam proposes to a girl but ends up with Piers anyway. Chris and Leon are the friendly neighborhood grandpas. Their grandson is adorable, and Leon thinks he takes after him. Obviously. (feat. Piers/OMC)

black lace | 790w | Chris gets to come home to Leon in thigh high black lacy stockings and matching lingerie, instantly sending Chris’ brains into an overdrive.

at least let me help | 790w | Leon opens the door an inch, Chris uses the given opportunity to slam it wide open. Metaphorically speaking.

bridal style | 200w | Leon refuses the medical check up. So Chris carries him.

dance with me | 1,0k | Wedding planning with two schmoopy idiots in love.

drunken cravings | 480w | Chris and Leon are drunk, hungry, and incapable of cooking.

blow me | 650w | Chris gets his brains sucked out through his dick.

Claire knows best | 610w | Chris tries to set Leon up with Claire. Then Claire does set Leon up with Chris.

chase the demons away | 940w | Chris struggles with nightmares, Leon is there to hold him through them.

dance me to the end of love | 550w | Leon struggles to learn to dance.

Piers/Leon, Chris/Leon

fate changed (we keep loving as if the story isn't over yet) | 34,3k | In hindsight, Leon knew the second he opened the door and saw Chris standing there, dressed in his service uniform, mouth pinched to a grim line and unable to meet Leon’s gaze straight. There was only one logical reason for it, only one way to explain why he was standing there like he would rather be anywhere else, and Leon almost slammed the door right in his face. --  Or the one wherein no one really knows how to handle their grief, but somehow life goes on anyway. (I’m still so proud of this one negl)

Chris/Leon/Krauser

hearts beating fast (let's make this moment last) | 5,7k | Chris gets invited in for a threesome. The clever thing would’ve been to refuse, knowing his unrequited, helpless feelings. But then again, he’s just a man.

OT3

double the fun | 3,1k | Truthfully, Leon hadn’t thought his day could get this much better. Everything had gone wrong from the second he’d woken up and he’d already written the day off entirely, until the moment Chris had looked him dead in the eye and asked “How do you feel about two at once?”

of cuddles and blanket forts | 620w | Piers and Leon build a blanket fort. Chris would think they’re idiots, but they might actually be kind of brilliant.

hair straightener or waffle iron? | 310w | Chris and Piers break Leon’s hair straightener.

the last piece of the puzzle | 2,7k | The one wherein two becomes three.

not alone | 2,3k | Completely on accident, Piers and Chris happen to be there to save Leon from a tight spot. Cuddles ensue.

Krauser/Leon

drive me crazy (your eyes made me crave for this) | 2,3k | It was the best sex Krauser had ever had in his life. That’s why he kept coming back to Leon, kept saying ‘yes’ every single time the man as much as hinted that he might be up for meeting. He was getting off, and he was enjoying every second of it, and that was the extent of it. There certainly weren’t any feelings involved. None. None at all. 

enjoying the view | 200w | Krauser likes ass-watching.

carry me to bed | 440w | Slowly Leon was coming back to his senses. Sweat was cooling on his skin, the hard surface of the table underneath him starting to feel uncomfortable.  

and I lied that we would be fine | 1,1k | Leon knows he isn’t supposed to be doing this. There’s a vague recollection of something more important, something he should be focusing on, but the vast majority of his world has narrowed down onto the slick slide of their bodies, on the cheap scratchy sheets on his skin, on the sound of Krauser’s voice in his ear, and he can’t bring himself to care.

yet never enough | 1,9k | Krauser likes mirrors.

of wanting | 400w | Leon’s laughter echoed in the room as Krauser pinned him against the wall, before shutting him up with a ravenous kiss.

better with you | 590w | Despite knowing Krauser had his back, Leon was genuinely surprised when the man sat down right next to him instead of telling him to suck it up and get moving.

breakfast | 530w | Lately things had slowly begun to shift. And Leon wasn’t sure yet what was going on. Or how he felt about it.

kill me now | 900w | It was more than clear how much Krauser enjoyed their frantic attempts to kill one another, and Leon’s traitorous body shivered in response, the memory of times long gone returning like no time had passed at all.

lust that I've already spilled | 1,4k | “C’mon, Leon,” Krauser taunted, grinning as widened his stance. “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

will you just look at me | 650w | Krauser refuses to do feelings.

Wesker/Chris

I am the light that shall lead you to darkness | 1,8k | In all honesty, Chris wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up here: a panting mess, bent over a massive wooden table with Wesker holding him down laughably easily. 

the light to drown in darkness | 2,0k | Wesker craves Chris. So Wesker takes Chris.

love-hate-(obsession?) | 470w | Wesker is a lovesick fool. If he wasn’t also a homicidal maniac, Jill would almost feel sorry for him.