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dreamerdoesthewritething · 2 years ago

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[Part 9 incoming. I really should name this thing, other than always referring to it as the AFAB Bestie x Leon fic series. I just don't know what to name it lmao. Also the whole Friends With Benefits suggestion came outta nowhere. This thing has a life of its own, I swear! Contains spoilers for RE4R]

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Leon treated you to dinner that night. Nothing fancy, but not simple fast food, either. A little dine-in experience, which was a nice change of pace from what the two of you usually had when you were together. Him paying was also different. The waitress did try to give him free dessert once she realized you weren't his girlfriend, but Leon immediately passed it over to you, much to her chagrin. She tried to slip him her number on a napkin, too, only to stare in shock as he tore it up in front of her and tossed it in the trash. He didn't even apologize. In fact, he reported her to her supervisor for making him uncomfortable. You almost felt bad for the poor waitress as Leon took you away from the restaurant at the same moment her boss started chewing her out. Almost.

Don't disrespect his friend by ignoring her or you'll find out his civility only goes so far.

It's a nice night out. Leon suggests going for that "goddamn walk" you mentioned earlier while finally opening up to him. You're grateful the streetlights aren't bright enough to give away how red you become from being reminded of that. There's a park of decent size not too far from the diner and your home, with a large pond that has a nice stone bridge that crosses over it. You've been to it many times in your life. Tonight feels different, though. There's something about it ...You just can't put your finger on it.

You walk by Leon's side, hands in the pockets of your jacket. Leon mirrors you. You notice he's not wearing his favorite jacket, the one your parents sent him for a birthday gift a couple of months ago. The brown sheepskin bomber, ridiculously expensive but well worth the cost in everyone's opinion, was missing. Leon had been wearing it every chance he had since receiving it. Why not now?

Noticing your quizzical gaze, Leon let out an awkward chuckle. "Your parents are gonna kill me."

"Why?"

"Because I lost an eighteen hundred dollar jacket in Spain," he replies.

"Wha--How do you lose a jacket in Spain?"

"Get knocked the fuck out and someone steals it while you're unconscious," he says, and it's so casual you almost dismiss it.

"Leon...I think the jacket is the least important part of what you just said. What the hell happened to you in--? Oh, right. You probably can't tell me. Classified, need to know, etcetera."

"Technically yes," he admits. "But I'll tell you, anyway, if you really want to know."

"I don't want you to get into any trouble because of me."

"I get into trouble all the time, whether I want to or not. If Uncle Sam says to jump, I'm not even supposed to ask how high. I just do what the man says." The bitterness is so strong, you can almost taste it. He takes a deep breath. "So, do you want to know about Spain?"

You hesitate for a moment before saying, "If you're willing to share, I'm happy to listen."

So it begins. He tells you all about the mission, starting with what it was in the first place. President Graham's daughter, Ashley, was kidnapped from her college campus. A cult was responsible. They received intel from an unknown source that she was taken to a rural area in Spain. He was sent there, along with two cops from the area. He and Ingrid Hunnigan, the woman assigned to help provide him with information and to send out a chopper once Ashley was found, were forced to use stupid code names. "Condor One." "Baby Eagle." "Roost." As if those weren't obvious to whom they were referring.

The officers fell victim to the villagers, who had been infected with a parasite. A Plaga. Las Plagas. Los Illuminados, the cult responsible for Ashley's abduction, was to blame. They forced everyone they came in contact with to carry Las Plagas, injecting them with an egg that would hatch and proceed to steal control of the body from the host. If you were lucky, anyway. Some people they simply killed, like the cops who brought him to the village.

Las Plagas work as a hive mind, taking orders from one dominant Plaga who controlled the cult's leader, a man named Saddler. He wanted to infect Ashley to help spread the reach of Las Plagas throughout the world, or some shit like that. He also had Leon injected with a Plaga egg, intending to unite him with the so-called holy body.

Leon tries to explain what Las Plagas look like and how they affect you. Sounds like an alien invasion, or a scene from Alien. It's eerie how much of it sounds like it came straight out of the nightmares you had while Leon was living through it. The black veins. The blood red eyes. The parasites. The fleshy tentacled monstrous abominations. There's no way you should know what these things look like, yet you can recall them so clearly, like you saw them with your own eyes.

While fighting to stay himself and to save Ashley, he encountered some familiar faces he wishes he never saw again. Ada, who apparently survived Raccoon City and was in the area for the same reason she was in RC. Major Jack Krauser, his hardass mentor when he was first forced to become a special agent, who became disillusioned by the American government after the fallout of a different mission two years ago and decided to join Los Illuminados because of it. While Ada did provide some assistance when Leon needed it and it suited her, he wasn't happy to see her, especially since she lived and had a Plaga sample with her when she made her escape, just like she did with the G-Virus years ago. As for Krauser... He couldn't be saved. Not from Los Illuminados, not from Las Plagas, and certainly not from himself. Leon had no choice but to kill him.

Leon takes a moment to collect himself after revealing this, putting his arms on the stone railing on the bridge as he looks down into the pond water below. You stand by his side, copying his actions except you keep your eyes on him.

Like with Raccoon City, there were people he met and lost in the same day. Those two officers, killed by the villagers, of course. Then there was Luis Sera, or Luis Serra-Navarro. Luis. A researcher who once worked for Umbrella and then for Los Illuminados. He had a change of heart, decided to help Ashley and Leon since he already successfully removed his own Plaga, and went to great risk to do so. He did have an arrangement of some kind with Ada regarding that Plaga that Leon mentioned earlier, but...He was a good man who made some really shitty choices in his life. He died because he was helping Leon rescue Ashley. Krauser stabbed him in the back and then tried to kill Leon. One of Luis's final actions saved Leon from dying right along with him.

"Remind me to find a copy of Don Quixote," Leon says with a halfhearted smile. "Luis loved that book. Kept making references to it throughout our short time together. I know of it, but I've never read it. I should."

There was also Mike, the helicopter pilot who came to give Leon backup on the island where Ashley was taken. This was after dealing with the village and then the castle. Leon walks you through the journey somewhat quickly, dropping names of people he had to fight if he knows them and the places they were. Bitores Mendez, village. Ramon Salazar, castle. Osmund Saddler, island. When Leon was on the island in pursuit of Ashley, Mike showed up with the helicopter Hunnigan sent to support him. Mike helped even the odds against the well-armed Plagas-infected forces there, but was ultimately killed when some insectoid B.O.W.s attacked the chopper, causing him to lose control. All Leon knew about Mike was his name...and that he knew a good bar they could go to for drinks had he survived.

Ashley survived, though. Thanks to Luis and his laboratory on the island, she lived and she was cured of the Plaga. She in turn helped cure Leon of his when he passed out from the exhaustion of fighting for hours and hours on end with little time for resting. It's no wonder he's as battered and bruised as he is. It's a miracle he's not worse off, to be honest, or even dead.

You rest your hand on top of one of his, rubbing the back of it with your thumb. His other hand moves on top of it as he holds it in earnest, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Did you...have any thoughts of...doing something drastic while you were infected?" you ask with much hesitance.

He reads between the lines. "No, no. By the time I found out I was infected, I already had Ashley. She was my number one priority. I never really considered...Maybe, in the back of my mind, but if I did that, then I would've had to--Ashley..."

"What...was it like? I mean...if you don't mind me asking."

"Awful. Just...fucking awful. I wasn't in control of myself. It was painful to resist. Saddler's goddamn voice was in my head...I thought my head was going to fucking explode and a goddamn monster was going to take its place. Thought my body was going to...Ugh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's fine, I understand."

"It's over...for now. I'm not sure what Ada wanted that Plaga amber for...I can't believe I let her play me again. She makes me feel so--"

"You're not stupid, Leon. You want to see the best in people. You always have. She just took advantage of that. She didn't get as far as she has without the skills to back it up. Is Ada even her--?"

"No, it's not her real name. And even if it was, there's too many Ada Wongs out there to narrow down which one is her." Catching the look you're giving him out of the corner of his eye, he explains, "I've looked into it on my own time. You're still the only person I've ever told about Ada...Though in her line of work with B.O.W.s and bio-terrorism in general, her existence is probably not as secret as it once was."

"I'm sorry she's hurt you...again."

"Don't be. As much as I hate to admit it, without her being there, I'm not sure Ashley and I would've survived. So...She was helpful. Not sure if that balances the scales, exactly, but..."

"Well, I'm glad you made it. I just wish you wouldn't have to do this."

"Yeah. Me, too."

A long pause. Then, you say, "Let's go to Barnes & Noble tomorrow. It should have at least one copy of Don Quixote. The question is, you want the translated version, or are you good enough with Spanish to read it in its original language?"

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, I only know enough to get by. There's no way in hell I'd be able to read an entire book, even if I wanted to."

"Sounds like quitter talk, but fine. We'll do the English version and forget there's anything that could've possibly been lost in translation."

He raised an eyebrow, though in the dark of night you can't really see it. You just kind of know he's doing it. "We? What do you mean, 'we?'"

"I could read it with you. I've never read it before, either."

"Oh, you don't have to--"

"I want to, though. It's something we can do together, in your friend's honor."

He smiles. "I'd like that."

It's late. You should be heading back to your home, and Leon realizes this, too. He offers you his arm. With a small smile, you take it, resting your head against his bicep. Wow, even in its relaxed state, it's big. If there's one good thing that came out of Leon's enslavement, it's how it really whipped him into shape. You kind of miss when he was softer and a bit squishy, though.

There's a pleasant silence on the walk back. Leon feels a little lighter now that he's had a chance to talk about his experience against Los Illuminados. Even if it doesn't undo the damage, it at least reminds him that he doesn't have to be alone in this. You're here. You'll always be here.

And you're not going to be judgy like that professional people keep trying to push him to see. Fuck therapy. It hasn't helped him in the past and it won't help him now. Hell, they'd probably tell him the monsters he's fought and almost died to aren't real, that they're all in his head. Hallucinations. Yeah, no. He's had hallucinations. He knows the difference. He knows he does have issues, but some doctor who spends all day on a couch listening to people talk about their problems isn't going to solve them, especially when the existence of B.O.W.s isn't common knowledge.

"Hey, Leon."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking back to that conversation we didn't have while making the guest bed. Did you...really imply you wanted us to be friends who, uh...?"

You trail off, too embarrassed to finish the question. He feels your face get hotter through the fabric of his jacket sleeve. You're not alone in that, however. He's just as flustered, if not more so.

"I, uh, might have, yeah. If that makes you uncomfortable--"

"It doesn't. It just...caught me off guard. It's not every day my best friend suggests we fuck, you know?" Nervous laughter escapes you as you resist the urge to pull away from him. "Especially since I admitted just before that that I...feel like your security blanket. If I was anyone else, I'd...assume you're finding another way to use me."

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that at all. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine!" You're so quick to reassure him that he almost doesn't believe you. "I'm the one that made the joke about doing you in the first place, so I really don't have a problem with it. Really! The only reason I'm bringing it up is...I want to know if you meant it, or if it really was just us messing around."

Well now, how's Leon supposed to respond to that?

He remembers drunkenly confessing to loving you years ago, on the first anniversary of the end of Raccoon City. He even kissed you. You acted like it never happened. You probably didn't even believe him, given his mental state at the time. He chose not to bring it up again at the time because he realized his new life wouldn't allow a relationship to take up any space in it. It was too dangerous, too time-consuming, too demanding, and so much more.

But now, after everything that's happened and with the passing of time, he can't help wondering if he should try again.

"Actually, sweetheart, I...I did mean it."

"Wow," is your simple reply, quickly followed by, "I can't believe the Leon S. Kennedy thinks I'm fuckable. Holy shit..."

"It's not just that, babe. I love yo--"

"We'll have to take it slow," you say, oblivious to cutting Leon off. "I'm still a virgin, so I'll probably be really, really disappointing. You'll have to show me the ropes."

"The ropes? Isn't it early to be--?"

"Not actual ropes, silly! That kinky shit is way outta my comfort zone right now. Geez, I haven't even been touched by anyone and you think I wanna be tied up for my first time? Please."

You laugh, and the way your entire face lights up has Leon in awe as he looks down at you still clinging to his arm.

"At least you took me to dinner first," you add. "Such a gentleman."

"Whoa, hang on. I never said we'd--You're getting ahead of us here." That isn't to say you're implied enthusiasm isn't appreciated. It's kind of a turn-on, if anything. The heat is pooling in an area other than his face. Leon needs to try to focus on something else or--

"I know, I know. I'm not about to hop into bed with you without protection, which neither of us has at the house. And also...Well..." You hide your face in his arm, away from his gaze. You're unable to take it while thinking about this conversation. "I'm not ready for it. Not...Not yet. Which is dumb because I'm twenty-seven and practically everyone my age has fucked at least once, but--"

"There's nothing dumb about it, and there's nothing wrong with you."

"Isn't there, though? There's teenagers with more experience than me. I'm a grown woman. Shouldn't I have...?" You shake your head. "I guess that would've meant I let someone into my life, huh? Trusted someone to love and respect me? And I'd have to be attracted to someone other than yo--I mean, be attracted to someone." You sigh. "It's no wonder the only kiss I've had was when we were both drunk. I don't put myself out there enough."

"Nothing wrong with that." Leon maneuvers the arm you're holding so it's now around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he gives you a tight squeeze. "You're overthinking this, sweetheart. We're not going to jump right in and I'm not expecting anything from you. It doesn't even have to happen if you don't want it. The last thing I would ever want to do is push you into something you're not ready for. You set the pace. I'll follow your lead."

"I thought following a lady's lead wasn't your style."

You both laugh at that. Dorks. It's something stupid he's said before, something he often liked to believe he did. But for you, he'll make you an exception. You're always the exception. His exception.

He leans down to leave a kiss on the top of your head. You shrink into him, unable to do much else other than giggle in response. What's going on today? You have no clue what's gotten into Leon that he's coming onto you and giving you a kiss. At the very least, you know it's not alcohol. He hasn't had even a drop. His breath doesn't reek of it, either. So what was the deal?

Eh, you're not going to complain. You find yourself enjoying his doting too much to try to put a stop to it. Not to mention the possibility of something you imagined happening since high school might actually come true after all this time. Leon really knows how to make a lady feel special.

But you're just best friends.

You're not dating. You're not a couple. You're not together.

Just best friends...

...now with potential benefits.

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missxnsuppxrt · 2 years ago

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My opinion of RE4 Remake is that it’s pretty good. It had a lot to live up to since 4 is one of my all time favorites. Definitely better than the 3 remake. I have only a few gripes I’ll describe below the read more so spoilers ahead!

As a note on my Hunnigan portrayal, Sally Saffiotti will always be the voice of Hunnigan for me. Her new character model though is superb compared to her old one. A few things will stick with the original canon, nothing too major though.

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They made knife durability a thing and I hate it.

They took out a lot of Hunnigan’s cheeky dialogue like the “didn’t they teach you to pick locks” line or “finally the line’s jack free” and so on. I wish they’d kept that in. It made her feel more like a character instead of a stone monolith Leon just reports to.

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Water graphics are bleh. I can see why people were complaining about the rain now. The RE engine isn’t great with water, but the amazing detail on everything else made it stand out.

The whole Salazar intercom system in the castle made no sense. How can he converse with a mumbling Leon through those brass tubes? It made way more sense in the original that he and Saddler hijacked Leon’s earpiece signal while jamming his connection to Hunnigan.

Wesker’s voice was bad. Big dislike. Didn’t sound menacing or Wesker-like in the least.

The end scene when Hunnigan comes through was…bad. Was it supposed to be comedic with him not answering and the whole antiquated “is this thing on” joke? Seems stupid if he wants to get Ashley home. It made zero sense. Also, no telling Hunnigan she’s kinda cute without her glasses? No asking for her number? Boo. Sad day.

PRAISES:

I like the direction they’ve taken with Luis in the remake. He seems way more complex and fleshed out. In the original, he really seemed like the comedic sidekick and nothing more.

Ashley’s AI is sooooo much better and more intuitive than the original. I also like that she’s less shrill and annoying while still sounding legit terrified. I get Ash was scared in the original but it was hard to have sympathy when she’s screaming every five seconds.

I do like that Leon & Hunnigan already have met before the game. The fact that a handler and field agent meet in the middle of a mission always seemed silly to me. I choose to believe Leon still told Hunnigan he thought she’d be older when they first met though. For the giggles.

The Leon v Mendez fight was amazing. Just as creepy as the old one. The one liners were *chef’s kiss*. Favorite one out of all the bosses. The centipede spine thing looks so much grosser (in the best way).

The Ashley and Leon heart to heart was very sweet. It’s interesting Leon says “you can’t run away, you have to move forward” given the mental shit, alcoholism and guilt he goes through later. Rules for thee but not for me, eh, Leon?

Luis’ final scene & the intro of Krauser were so much better than the original. And the Don Quixote references were great all throughout. Funny without being overt. Very good. Once again, this Luis is better than the original imo.

Leon’s little lip quiver after the Krauser fight! My poor baby boy! Let me give you hugs! Such a good detail. Leon’s character model in general is just amazing. I just miss the tiddy strap :/

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ashiemochi · 3 years ago

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∆ -> pt.2

Another Monday, another workday.

Being a FOS agent was okay to an extent. You get to give a hand in missions from a safe distance while the soldiers went straight to action. You liked your job. It paid well, it got you to meet lots of new people, and it’s safe.

Yeah.

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In all honesty, all you’ve wanted was to join the action. You wanted to get your hands dirty. The urge to transfer departments was heavy on your shoulders, especially whenever DSO’s favourite top agent returns from his operations. Usually, your co-worker and childhood friend, Ingrid Hunnigan, would be his support on his missions. You’d sometimes peek over while she’s on a call with him and you’d see his face on the screen.

Leon always had such a sculpted face. His sky blue eyes were always sharp and perceptive. He had his way with words that made them seem thicker like honey but also drip like water. Smooth and strategic was your way of describing his attitude regarding work. Playful, smug and extremely arrogant when the time is right (and wrong), he tends to make jokes to lighten up the tension during a tough mission.

You met him during his mission to save the President’s daughter, Ashley Graham, from a cult in a rural part of Spain. You weren’t his support on the mission as you had other soldiers waiting on your information, but you guessed something was going terribly wrong that had Hunnigan leaving her post to physically check on whether the chopper was heading to his location or not. Then her coms began ringing and you had no choice but to answer. You were still an operation supporter; it’s your job to answer the agents.

“Hunnigan. How’s the chopper going?”

“Hunnigan left to check on the status of your escape.”

“Ah, a new face. And who are you, cutie?”

“Oh… Uhm, Y/N Y/L/N…”

“Y/L/N… Pretty name for a prettier girl.”

“Agent…”

“Kennedy. Leon Kennedy but you can call me anytime.”

“... I see now what Hunnigan meant.”

“So, you’ve talked about me, huh? I hope it’s only been the interesting stuff.”

Hunnigan returned and thanked you for taking over for a bit then updated Leon on the status of the chopper. But of course, cheeky Leon just wanted to be cheeky.

“Okay, heading over there now. When I’m back, I’d like to meet Y/L/N in person. Maybe over coffee if you’re into it?”

Hunnigan had to tiredly remind him he’s still on duty then gave you an exasperated look and you smiled nervously, going back to your post with a strange fluttering feeling in your stomach.

When Leon did return after sending Ashley home and being congratulated by the President himself, you were already opening your car door to drive home. It was close to eleven at night. He practically ran up to you, still holding that grin that was engraved in your mind when he called you pretty.

“Wow, you look prettier with your hair down.”

“Oh, uhm, thanks… Congratulations on your mission. I look forward to reading your report on it.”

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“... Agent Kennedy-”

“Leon.”

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

“... So?”

God did he frustrate you but also intrigue you so bad. That was two years ago. Two years since you picked up his call through Hunnigan’s station.

Since that day, you and Leon had kept a flirty but professional relationship, having innocent chats when in passing or greeting each other when meeting in the breakrooms and Leon’s usually flirting whenever you would substitute Ingrid for his missions for whatever reason. Even though Leon seemed to have made it his personal mission to woo you, you had a tendency to just act ignorant or not even acknowledge his flirtations.

Leon was often thought of as being a stud around the DSO: all the ladies wanted him and all the men wanted to be him. He was the President’s Golden Boy, the G.I.Joe of the DSO, as the guys liked to joke. Leon Kennedy could have anybody he wanted…you were just another support agent.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Ingrid,” You asked, voice coming out muffled from behind your arm as you were leaning onto your desk with one finger pushing the rolling pencil slightly, “Do you think I’m weird?”

“In what sense?” Hunnigan asked, eyes set on her computer with her fingers tapping away on her keyboard, “Eating-mayonnaise-straight-out-of-the-tub weird or picking-your-nose weird?”

“Innie, you know what I mean!” You whined, looking over at her and she sighed exasperatedly.

“We agreed on not calling me that.” Hunnigan pointed out, glancing at you. She saw how deflated you seemed. You were in that state of mind again.

Frowning a little, she turned her head to face you, stopping her ministrations over the keyboard to actually pay attention to you.

“Is it about the virginity thing again?”

Your cheeks blazed up, eyes widening as you sat straight up to look around you to see if anyone was within the hearing range then back at her, “Do you want everyone to know?!”

Hunnigan rolled her eyes, “What everyone? They all are on their lunch break.” She retorted before humming, eyes peering at the clock behind her specs, “... Why aren’t we on our lunch break?”

“Because we forgot to get our food.” You muttered, returning to your usual position.

You were right about forgetting lunch but in all honesty, the fact you were still a virgin plaguing your mind, you weren’t really that hungry. It wasn’t that big of a deal to some but to you, it was huge.

Your family were very into being ‘pure’ and saving it till marriage. It sucked dicks because not only were you not in touch with them anymore but all your ex-partners never really found you appealing enough to have sex with you. Imagine going to the doctor’s office and being asked ‘are you sexually active’ only to say ‘no.’

The doctor didn’t pay mind to it but you could swear to God you saw their eyebrows shooting up for a split second as if they were thinking, ‘Sheesh, talk about Mother Mary.’

The more you stay ‘pure’, the more you feel your conservative mother being so utterly proud of you.

Yuck.

You hated it.

“I’ll get us something from the cantine. Hopefully, the croissants aren’t gone by now.” Hunnigan smiled slightly at you, opening her purse to get some bucks but still noticed you were a little upset. She rolled her chair towards your side, nudging yours to get your attention.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with you, okay?” Hunnigan spoke gently and your eyes turned to hers, “Being a virgin or not doesn’t define your worth or value. It’s just a stupid thing society constructed up.”

“A stupid thing that basically bullied me into thinking I’m going to start growing cobwebs down there since I was 17.” You huffed and she pursed her lips at your stubborn behaviour. She knew all about how you were stuck in the middle at a young age.

Your family wanted you to maintain abstinence and remain ‘clean’ for your future husband whilst society’s standards forced you to think you’ll end up alone when you reach a certain age and still be a virgin. Right now, all you wanted was to get rid of it once and for all.

Even though it doesn’t really exist. It being virginity.

But you’d do anything to be able to brag to your mother how many sex partners you’ve had and watch her wrinkly old face drop at her daughter who, and you’d quote, ‘disobeyed God and ruined your chance at matrimony.’

Hunnigan clicked her tongue at your words, “That’s scientifically impossible.”

You groaned at her way of lighting up the situation, shoving your face deeper into your arm and bringing the other to ruffle your hair in frustration, “Fuck, I’m going to die alone with a forever rusted vagina.”

Letting out a sigh, Hunnigan gently grabbed your arm in a comforting way to get you to look at her, “Y/N, there’s really no problem with being a virgin. No one is going to judge you for it… Other than your mother and your entire family… And the chapel…”

“You’re only saying that because you boned that hot secretary in the linguistics department.” You remarked then looked at her with narrowed eyes, “Is it because he knows how to speak French fluently?”

Hunnigan failed to suppress a small smile when you muttered to yourself, “Maybe I should learn a new language…”

She laughed a bit before shaking her head as she joked, “You’re hopeless.”

“That I am!” You replied in fake enthusiasm which received a chuckle from both of you.

Sure, you wanted to lose it and you also wanted it to be special. Your inner 18 self wanted to give it to someone special.

But who?

“If it isn’t my two favourite girls,” That smooth voice came in, the owner of it holding a cheeky grin along with two cups of coffee.

“Very professional, Leon.” Hunnigan gave him a look and stood up with her purse then rubbed your shoulder kindly, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

You and Leon watched her leave to the cantine before the agent turned to face you, seeing you sigh and rub your temples.

“Tough day?” He asked, offering you the cup of Joe which you took, relishing the warmth spreading into your hands.

“You could say that.” You vaguely answered, sipping from your drink, visibly relaxing at the taste of milk and sugar in it, “What about you?”

“The paperwork never seems to end,” Leon replied tiredly, leaning against your desk, “I finish one and five new ones pop up. At this point, I’m going to actively ask to be assigned for a mission.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, leaning back against your chair, “And what? Cry about having to deal with broken ribs again?”

“Hey,” He pointed at you with his blues firmly, “I did not cry about having broken ribs.”

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“A little.” You squeezed your thumb and index together for emphasis and he rolled his eyes though smiling.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Leon asked before tilting his head at you a bit in a way that showed he deeply cared about you, “You clearly have something on your mind.”

I’ll never be dicked down and I’m one day away from finding cobwebs growing down there. That’s what’s on my mind. Dumb bitch.

You grumbled and shrugged as you took another gulp of your coffee, which burnt your tongue and you hissed, “Shit. Nothing I can’t handle.” You gave him a forced smile.

Like it was said, the relationship between you two was professional and a bit playful. Flirtatious if you will. Every topic was brief and on the surface, nothing too depressing and nothing too wild. But of course, Leon has the tendency of making it his entire own mission to get you to blush. You ignored it though for the sake of your own dignity.

Leon raised his brow at you slightly before asking, the ghost of a smirk playing a subtle symphony upon his lips.

"Think you could handle me?"

Your face went hot, eyes wide as you glanced over at him. There was a moment where you two simply gazed at each other before your lips parted slightly. You then simply deadpanned, voice almost devoid of any tone and emotion.

"What?"

Before Leon could repeat himself and elaborate, it seemed that Ingrid had come back again, interrupting the sudden silence within the room. She was holding two bags within her hands, smelling of hot and fresh food, and the woman seemed surprised to see Leon still within the room.

“Is that for me?”

Leon turned to the woman with a grin, but Ingrid just rolled her eyes before setting one of the bags in front of you, almost laughing at the way you lit up with glee.

“Not a chance. Seems that Michael brought in some home-cooked food for everyone. Apparently, his tia made too many tamales for their family gathering.”

You hummed, shaking your head as you opened the bag, mouth practically watering at the smell of the food sitting within a little to-go box.

“I’ll have to send him my regards. His tia makes amazing food.”

Leon’s lips twitched a little at your change from ‘holy-fuck-this-day-about-to-be-so-much-shittier’ to ‘food-food-food-FOOD-FOOD-’. Or you know, something of the sort. Shoving his hand into his pocket and picking up his coffee, he exhaled.

“Alright, I’m off. Eat well you two.” Leon said to both of you before landing his eyes on you with a subtle smirk, “See you around, cupcake.”

Hunnigan raised her eyebrows at him as he walked out then returned her eyes to you, seeing you digging into your food, nonchalantly. You felt her stare and looked at her, confused as to why she was staring.

“What?” You asked, voice coming out muffled with food.

“Cupcake?” Hunnigan repeated in a light playful but surprised tone and you rolled your eyes.

It was a silly nickname Leon came up with after that one time you brought homebaked cupcakes to the department. One of your female co-workers announced that she was expecting and mostly everyone the next day had brought a gift or two for her. You, having no idea what she really likes, chose to bake cupcakes in three different flavours; chocolate chipped, blueberries, and vanilla.

It actually surprised you a little that you used almond milk instead of whole milk. You usually use normal milk because that was in your fridge. Even Hunnigan pointed it out whilst on her second cupcake. The batch was gone in minutes that day and you saved one vanilla cake on your desk.

When Leon came in with your usual cup of coffee, you gave him the cupcake in return. And when he complimented your baking skills, it was then you realized.

You chose dairy-free milk to include him in the little celebration, despite being in a whole different department. Your mind had subconsciously reminded you of his lactose intolerance.

The nickname has stuck since then.

You swallowed down as she waited expectantly for your answer, “It’s nothing.” You replied before readying another bite, “You and I know how much of a flirt he is. He calls every girl that.”

“No. No, he doesn’t.” Hunnigan pointed out before opening the little food compartment, “I think it’s only you.”

She heard your silence loud and clear, setting down her fork, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

You didn’t dare to think about his advances on you more than a second of your day. It was literally self-torturous because that man is way out of your league. Or so you thought. What he’d want is an experienced girl and that’s it.

You weren’t that girl, in fact, all of your sexual information comes from fanfics you read in your free time and porn; though the latter isn’t all that reliable. Seriously, they’re telling you women scream over a dick and men don’t even utter a sound?

And when they do, it’s just a fucking Minecraft’s villager sound?

No fucking way. Pun not intended.

“Nope, none.” You shoved more of the yummy goodness into your mouth, “Eat your share or I’m having it.”

Hunnigan scoffed light-heartedly, shaking her head, “Alright, you’re going to be telling me either way.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes, you will.”

Yeah, you will. She’s your best friend, literally knows about you more than you know about yourself. But you’ll ponder about it when the moment comes, right now you were hungry.

A certain flavoured vegan cupcake doesn’t sound too bad right now though.

+++

Sighing slightly, you smiled slightly at Hunnigan as you stood up, brushing invisible dust from your pants.

“Well, I’m going to go to the break room and get more coffee.”

Hunnigan gave you a stern look, pointing the end of her pen at you as she spoke, shaking her head slightly in disapproval.

“You can’t deflect forever on me. Think about it. You know you can talk to me.”

You sighed before giving Hunnigan a soft but serious look.

“I know, Innie, but coffee.”

Hunnigan just shook her head, and you were quick to exit the room, shoulders sagging the moment you walked out and began your trek to the break room. When you made it into the breakroom, you spotted a couple of the older females that always hung together in a little posse when they were on their breaks.

They were all giggling together, talking with hushed voices as you walked to the coffee machine, and your ears perked when Janice, a youthful 36-year-old with hair as brown as chocolate spoke.

“I had my first time in the back of his car! It was so uncomfortable, but the guy was the star of the track team, so you know he made quick work of me.”

The girls all laughed softly and another one of the girls, a rookie that the group had taken a liking to, spoke proudly.

“My first time was with the captain of the football team and prom king, Jim Ghatson. We fucked on his parents' bed during his graduation party, and we’ve been together ever since.”

Oh god.

They were talking about their first-times. An image of cobwebs and rust entered your mind, and you made yourself as small as possible so the girls wouldn’t notice you as you tried to finish making your coffee as soon as you possibly could. However, your attempt seemed to be in vain when one of the women, a woman who you didn’t particularly care for, piped up.

“Hey, (Y/n), what was your first time like?”

“I’m sorry?”

You glanced over your shoulder, eyes slightly widening when you noticed all of the girls staring you down expectantly. Alarm bells were ringing so loudly that you swore your head was vibrating from the volume they were ringing at, and the woman tilted her head slightly, a conniving gleam within her icy eyes.

“You know, your first time having sex? What was it like?”

You gulped before turning away from the group, shaking your head.

“I really don’t think that’s appropriate to speak about while we’re on the clock.”

Janice shook her head, waving you off with a manicured hand that had some genuine-looking diamonds embedded into the matte-nude polish.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be a prude! We’re all women here.”

Your spine tingled uncomfortably, and you swore you could feel their stares burning holes into your head.

What could you tell them?

You swallowed thickly before you mumbled.

“I’m a virgin.”

“What? Speak up, honey.”

Janice spoke, sounding slightly irritated, and you shook your head slightly before saying much clearer, taking a sip of your finished coffee.

“I don’t have a ‘first time' to speak about. I’m a virgin.”

The girls became quiet before the rookie began to laugh, making your heart sink straight into your stomach.

“There’s no way. Aren’t you like 25 or something?”

“I’m 27, actually -”

The rookie cut you off again as she spoke, voice sounding condescending as the group giggled around her cruel words.

“- Oh my god, you’re 27 and you’ve never had sex? That’s terrible. What, were you like… Fat or something in high school?”

You recoiled slightly and Janice hushed the rookie, snickering.

“Shh, she could just be super religious… But even so, you’d probably be better off in a nunnery at this point.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself when the eldest of the group, a 40-year-old married woman named Rose, spoke up with a malicious little grin on her perfect red lips.

“Oh, Janice, you might be right. A man isn’t going to want an inexperienced 27-year-old virgin in his bed. He’ll want to be with a real woman who actually knows what she’s doing.”

Your ears had run hot, nostrils flaring, and though there was a part of you that wanted to throw your coffee into their faces, you weren’t exactly ready to get fired from your job. Instead, you just wordlessly walked away from them, trying not to let their words get to you as you sped out of the breakroom.

This was exactly what you had feared. Why did you even bother saying anything to them and telling them? Next thing you knew, this was going to get out to everyone in the facility. Everyone was going to know about your inexperience by the end of the day, knowing the girls. They weren’t exactly known for their silence and ability to refrain from starting rumours and gossip within the facility.

Oh god, what if Leon found out? He’d never want to be with you. Though, who were you kidding…Leon would never want to be with someone like you in the first place. He was a natural flirt. There was no way Leon would ever want to be with you, let alone an inexperienced 27-year-old virgin, as Rose had put it.

Tears filled your eyes, and you sniffled loudly before gasping as you ran into a hard body, almost tripping before warm and large hands steadied you.

“Whoa, careful there, cupcake… Don’t wanna fall too hard for me, do you?”

Leon.

Oh god.

Why was the universe working against you so hard today? What had you done to deserve such an ill pattern of events? You couldn’t even speak to the man, just stepping out of his grasp before speeding down the hallway towards the restrooms to hide, and you missed the look of concern that Leon had thrown your way.

As Leon watched you walk down the hallway and detour into the women’s restroom, the man blinked almost owlishly. Was it what he had said? Maybe you were just having a bit of a bad day, but if so, then why? What had happened? Leon shook his head slightly before walking into the breakroom to find a group of women that were known to start trouble within the departments.

Leon noticed a forgotten cup of coffee, the one he had given you, and he frowned as he approached the counter to make himself another cup and grab your forgotten coffee as the women snickered among themselves as they gossiped and whispered with each other (though, he could tell they weren’t trying to be quiet).

“Can you actually believe she’s never had sex before? 27 and never had a man in her bed!”

“Seriously. It’s kind of embarrassing, really.”

Leon couldn’t help but roll his eyes, shaking his head slightly before he tensed at the next words that came tumbling out of the group's mouth.

“Are you surprised? This is (Y/n) (L/n) that we’re talking about. Who would want to be with such an airhead like her?”

Leon turned, his blue eyes hard set on the group as the women laughed together.

“Aren’t you four supposed to be working instead of lazing about?”

Janice sat upright, her eyes wide as the group finally seemed to notice his presence within the breakroom.

“Agent Kennedy! We didn’t see you there. We’re still on break, actually.”

Leon’s eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms.

“Really? Because I came in here when Michael brought in the food over 30 minutes ago. I didn’t realize all four of you were given extended breaks. I’d suggest you four get back to work or I’ll have to talk to Ingrid about putting your files under review.”

Leon was quick to turn away as the women gasped, and he huffed. Really, Leon was probably being a bit too harsh...but then again, he didn’t exactly care for the group either. They were nothing but trouble, the Mean Girls of the DSO, and honestly?

They were shit agents too.

Leon debated on bringing you your forgotten coffee, but if Leon knew you any better, he had to guess that you were most likely taking a moment within the restroom still. Instead, Leon entered the office where Ingrid was still sitting, munching on one of the tamales.

“Sorry, Leon, but (Y/n) isn’t back yet.”

“What, you don’t think I’d want to see you too?”

Ingrid rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she turned back to her computer screen, replying sharply.

“Unbelievable.”

“I’m just kidding. (Y/n) forgot her coffee in the break room… Also, I need to ask a favour of you.”

Leon set down your coffee in front of your computer before giving Ingrid a serious look as the woman looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

“Wouldn’t be the first one of many. What do you need?”

Leon crossed his arms, pursing his lips slightly as he huffed.

“I need you to place some agents under review. Seems there’s a conflict-of-interest with the group and the DSO.”

Ingrid’s eyebrows flew up, and she immediately began to write down the names that Leon recited to her as she nodded.

“Well, I can’t say that I’m surprised, but I’m surprised this is coming from you. Did they finally manage to piss you off?”

Leon shrugged his left shoulder, tilting his head slightly before he straightened up to take his leave.

“You can say that. Thanks, Hunnigan. Also... Don’t say anything to (Y/n), okay?”

Ingrid frowned suspiciously, but before she could inquire more from the agent, Leon had left already, shutting the door quickly but quietly, and it wasn’t long before you came back into the room, shoulders sagged in defeat. You looked upset, and Ingrid began to connect the dots.

“I take it that your coffee refill didn’t go according to plan?”

You sighed brokenly before you gasped, eyes wide.

“Oh no, my coffee! Innie, I left my coffee... I’m so doomed.”

Ingrid shook her head, taking a sip of her own beverage before pointing to your coffee with a raised brow as she watched you crumble within your seat, head in your hands.

“One, you aren’t doomed, (Y/n). Two, you really gotta stop calling me that. Three, your coffee is sitting right there.”

You slowly looked up, and there was your coffee. But how did your drink get here in the office? Your lip trembled, and Ingrid asked you with a concerned look, placing a hand on your shoulder as you sniffled.

“(Y/n), are you alright?”

You shook your head, whimpering as you brought your knees to your chest.

“I’m a damn idiot. Now the whole DSO is going to know about my coochie harbouring cobwebs and rust.”

Was this about the agents that Leon had wanted to be put under review without your knowing? What had happened in the breakroom while you had gone to get your coffee?

Ingrid sighed before she shook her head.

“(Y/n), I can assure you that nobody is going to know about you being a virgin, and even if they did, it isn’t uncommon at all nor is it something to be ashamed about. Your virginity is your business, and if anybody disagrees with that, then they aren’t worthy of your time.”

You bit your lip, brows furrowing as you whispered softly and shook your head.

“But Rose was right. Nobody is going to want an inexperienced 27-year-old in their bed.”

Ingrid’s shoulders tensed, and she muttered to herself.

“Unbelievable. (Y/n), that woman’s been through three divorces and has five kids that don’t even like her. That woman is as bitter as it gets. Don’t take her word for anything just because she’s mad she can’t keep a faithful husband on her arm.”

Your eyes widened as Ingrid seemed to snap, and you sniffled before poking her arm softly.

“You should get mad more often.”

You giggled when Ingrid glared at you before she huffed and smiled at you, happy to see a bit of light return to your eyes.

“Well, don’t mess with my favourite agent, and I won’t be so inclined to be nasty. Anyway, you should drink your coffee and get something more to eat. It’ll make you feel better.”

You nodded before you sighed and glanced at Ingrid, asking her softly.

“Do you…really mean what you said? You really think nobody would really care if the news spread around the DSO?”

Ingrid answered bluntly, her hands moving like lightning across her keyboard as she typed.

“I know they wouldn’t. It really isn’t uncommon at all. People keep their virginity for many reasons, not just because of religious status or because they want to give it to a special person.”

You nodded before you sighed, shaking your head before cracking your knuckles and taking a warm tamale from the to-go box and chowing down on it as you sat straighter in your seat.

Ingrid glanced at you from the top of her laptop, submitting her ‘Under Review’ reports for the agents Leon had reported to her, and she smiled when you got a determined look in your eyes.

“Okay. Let’s get the reports done.”

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8. Chris

"What do you mean they are gone?" Chris snapped.

Jill had been trying to put a bandage around his arm as she gave him an update on the situation. Chris had separated from Leon halfway through the chase, and the oldest Redfield had ended up fighting the Ogroman alone until Barry and Jill arrived with reinforcements.

Chris had dealt with the B.O.W. like an expert, but he did not come unscathed from the fight. Multiple slashes and bruises covered his skin, but overall, the injuries were nothing but small scratches. After the battle, Chris got taken to TerraSave HQ to get checked.

When Jill parted ways with Chris and Leon in the basement, she returned to the lab with Barry and the others. She told them the situation, and Wallace, Claire's cybersecurity guard, proceeded to execute one of the security protocols. He explained to Jill that, amid her so-called paranoia, created a series of contention protocols in case of different possible biohazard scenarios.

Jill was not sure how, but as soon as the first B.O.W report happened, Wallace had set several of the protocols into motion. In less than 20 minutes, BSAA biocontrol forces were arriving in the city, and evacuation teams were gathering civilians and taking them to safe houses.

"Chris, can you stand still? I can't bandage you properly if you keep moving," Jill sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I can't," Chris groaned.

"Calm down, Chris."

Jill knew Chris well enough to know how worked up he could get when it came to his sister's safety. Claire was everything for Chris. She was his only family, and naturally, he was very protective of the woman, regardless of her age. In Chris's eyes, Claire would always be his baby sister, and he had to keep her safe.

"How am I supposed to calm down?" Chris screeched, "The fucking bastards have my sister! And hell, I don't fucking know where she is."

"They took Leon, too," Jill tried to soothe him, "I am sure he has a tracking device on him or something. The DSO is probably searching for him now. I am sure he is with Claire."

"Yeah? We don't know that. They could be in separate places for all we know."

Jill bit her lower lip. She knew Claire through Chris, and she considered her a friend, and she had grown fond of the woman after interacting with her few times. She was worried about the woman, too, but for now, they had to trust that Leon would be enough to keep her safe.

"Chris, I understand you are worried, but right now, we need to focus on the attacks in the city," Jill said, "B.O.W.s are crawling all over the place."

"Yeah, it's fucking zombie party," Barry said. "We have to deal with this before we can rescue little Red and superagent."

Chris let out a groan of frustration.

"Damn it. I don't know what the hell is going on here, attacking the city, abducting Claire. What the hell are they planning?"

Jill's guess was as good as his. She had begun conjuring possible theories, but all of them sounded irrelevant. The attack on Hughesville was on a small scale. The viral spread was relatively controlled, and B.O.W.s caused lots of destruction and chaos, but compared to other incidents, it wasn't as bad.

The number of victims was minimal, thanks to Claire's contention plans. Jill was amazed by the woman's work. Jill heard from Claire's colleagues that as soon as she had taken the reins of the NA Branch, she had made several changes in Terra Save's system. To the higher-ups, it all sounded like Claire was acting out of paranoia, but they had accepted her suggestions.

Claire had not only created a direct emergency line with BSAA, but she had also established an evacuation protocol and several "safe rooms" for the people. It was a complex system that Jill wanted to look into later on, and from what she heard, this was only a couple of the changes that Claire had introduced with her promotion.

Jill could see how proud Chris was when she told him, and she had to say it. He had all the right to be proud. It was the first time that they used the protocol, and the results were a success.

"Well, little Red is certainly something else, huh," Barry said, shaking his head. "She outdid herself with this. No wonder she's so busy all the time. If what they say is true, then this isn't the only surprise she left us."

"Well, that's Claire for you. She does a much better job than that Neil asshole," Moira said, crossing her arms. "That bastard was a traitor, and he is the one who left Claire with extra trauma."

"What do you mean, baby?" Barry asked.

"He broke her heart!" Moira groaned indignantly. "Claire was so biased about him, and he had to go and sell us to that Wesker bitch. Now she probably has PTSD with men. That's why she's still single and will remain so for the rest of her life!"

Chris choked.

"He what?" Jill asked, "Fisher and Claire had something?"

"Well, no. I mean," Moira said, "They weren't together or anything, but I think Claire liked him. She was so...sad when we found out he was the one who got us into that stupid island in the first place. Then he turned into that horrible monster and, well, I don't know how Claire managed to stay so calm despite all that crap."

Jill had not heard much about the incident. She knew as much as the reports had revealed, and she remembered that Chris had been a little frantic about it. Most of the details she knew came from Barry and Moira's tales, but Claire had remained quiet about the incident. It was a traumatic event, and they decided not to push it.

"There's nothing wrong about Claire being single. She's perfectly fine on her own," Chris said solemnly.

"Yeah, right. You say that because you're Claire's brother," Moira said, rolling her eyes.

Jill snickered. It was the first time in a long time that she got to see Chris in his Jealous Big Brother mode. It was hard to think that the man standing in front of her was the almighty anti-bioterrorist veteran. Suddenly, Jill's communicator beeped with an incoming call from an unknown number.

The woman looked at the screen with a frown before pressing the button to answer it.

"Valentine," Jill said into the phone.

"Thank goodness," a female voice answered from the other side, " This is Ingrid Hunnigan from the FOS. I am Leon Kennedy's operator."

Jill was surprised. She looked at Chris and Barry, and both men gave her a quizzical look.

"Yes, of course. I believe I have heard of you," Jill answered, "What can I do for you, Ms. Hunnigan? Did you get any news of Leon?"

"Yes, that is why I am contacting you now," Hunnigan answered, "He tried to communicate some minutes ago. His signal was not good, and we couldn't connect, but I think I have pinpointed an approximate location through the satellite."

"That's great news," Jill said, "Where is he?"

"Somewhere in the northern area of Bavaria, Germany."

"Germany?" Jill said, shocked.

"Yes. I can't give the exact position, but it is somewhere in the wilderness."

"I understand," Jill replied, "Please send me the location, and we will deploy a rescue team ASAP."

"Of course," Hunnigan replied, "I have no confirmation that Claire Redfield is with him, however..."

"That's alright. Thank you."

Jill put the phone away and turned to Barry and Chris. Both men stared at her expectantly.

"We can discuss Claire's love life some other time. I just talked to someone from the secret service. Leon's operator," Jill said, " He tried contacting her some time ago, and she has his probable location."

"Told you the guy would pop up," Barry said, "where is he?"

"Bavaria, Germany," Jill answered.

"Germany? What the fuck?" Barry groaned, "how the hell did they get them to another continent so fast?"

"Don't ask me," Jill replied, shaking her head.

"Did she say if Claire was with him?" Chris asked.

Jill looked at him apologetically and shook her head.

"Sorry, she didn't know. The call did not connect, so she didn't speak to Leon."

Chris groaned and punched the chair with frustration.

"I'm sure they're together," Barry said, patting his back.

"Together or not, it is lead," Chris sighed, "alright, team, time to get moving."

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rpd-rookie · 4 years ago

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He Shouldn’t Have Done That (PART 2) - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Ever wondered what happened after your terrible fight with Leon in part 1. Well here is your answer.

Author’s Note: After receiving some messages telling me to write a sequel for "He Shouldn't Have Done That", there it is. But I must warn you, the angst is strong with this one. So get ready to cry! Oh, and I must warn you, that this chapter revolves around the theme of religion in addition to the theme of alcoholism and it also contain strong sexual terms. So if you're not okay with that, please don't read.

Tags: Angst / Alcohol Abuse; Alcoholism / Anxiety / Depression / Language / Explicit Sexual Content / Religion / Death and mourning.

When Leon was a kid, his mother would take him to church every Sunday, dressed in his Sunday best, which was a fancy white shirt and a pair of trousers he was only allowed to wear on Sunday. Needless to say, he hated Sundays. But his mother was such a good Christian, always wearing a silver cross around her neck, always having a Bible under her pillow. She’s the one who had told him to believe. She had told him to believe in God, in Jesus and Mary, in the Holy Trinity, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. She had told him to believe there was someone up there watching over him, judging him, someone capable of punishing him if he would ever misbehave, sin. Someone powerful, so powerful he could decide his destiny, his fate, his life, his death, and even his beyond. Someone who would accompany him to an heavenly residence after death, that sweet oh so beautiful paradise. Yes, that’s what his mother had told him. And he had listened and followed her teachings to the letter, maybe even longer that he could remember. He had done it because nothing could bring his mother more happiness than him behaving like the sweet choirboy from the suburbs, and that’s all he wanted back then, make his mother happy. But with all the horrors he had seen, Leon Scott Kennedy could not believe in any god anymore. He had buried all his belief, all his teachings - much to his sweet mother’s regrets - in the ashes of Raccoon City a long time ago. And with time, he even wondered if he had ever really believed in the first place.

“That city changed me, in more ways that I can think of. It turned me into the man I am today and sometimes I wonder who I would have become if I had just stayed home on that day instead of driving right into the hellish nightmare that was expecting me there. Possibly, some city cop whose worst worry would have been to know if there was enough paper in the printer. Maybe it wouldn’t have been that bad, who knows? After all, that dude would have never become the mess I am today, that’s for sure. That dude would have never found comfort in alcohol. He would have never cast God away in favour of something able to help him reach some ephemeral paradise, something that just needed a glass to be worshipped, something that preferred cheers to amen. No, that dude would have had a nice quiet life in the suburbs with a lovely wife, two beautiful kids and a dog. And like my mother, he would have taken his charming perfect family to Church on Sunday. Would it have been better for me? For us? Maybe, cause surely, he wouldn’t have done the same mistakes I did”

7 weeks ago - D.S.O Headquarters – Washington DC

You couldn’t help but focus on the fancy pen relentlessly tapping against the glass table. Sitting at the end of the table, perfectly still, his old face appearing somewhat more rigid than usual, the President looked very impatient. And his annoyance was for once more than justified. Leon was terribly late, and by ‘terribly’ you meant ‘almost fifty minutes late’ to be more precise. But the real problem was that he usually was never late. On the contrary, Leon was always the first person to arrive at morning meetings, most of the time carrying cups of coffee for each D.S.O agents including a special one for you: a large black coffee with extra foam on top and a small heart drawn next to your name on the cup, perfect to make you smile like an idiot - Your heart ached as you thought about it and realised there would be no more hearts drawn on your coffee cup now.

You discreetly glimpsed at your watch again, worried and imagining the worse. What if something happened to Leon? What if he drank too much again and fainted at home? Or worse, what if he had a car accident? After all, last time you heard him on your voicemail he sounded devastated and drunker than ever. “I am sure Agent Kennedy must be stuck in traffic, Mr President.” Ingrid Hunnigan dared say in his defence. “Then why isn’t he answering his bloody phone?” The President slammed the pen against the table and let out an angry growl. Hunnigan mumbled, trying to find something to say but the President cut her off before she could even pronounce a word. “Let’s start without him.” “Of course, Mr President.” She stood up and handed out a case file to each agent sitting at the table. When she got to you, she whispered, “Where is Leon?” You briefly looked at her and shook your head. She certainly didn’t know Leon and you had broken up. After all, it had only been a couple of days. “I don’t know.” You mouthed, trying to keep the nascent tears in your eyes. She probably noticed how sad and worried sick you were since she pressed her hand on your shoulder before taking her place back next to the President to explain the content of the documents on the table. “An informer from the BSAA has recently sent us information concerning a possible …”

All of a sudden, the door of the meeting room opened widely, interrupting Hunnigan in her explanations. Leon had finally arrived. Seeing him instantly took a weight off your mind and you sighed, definitely relieved. But the relief was short. “Sorry, I’m late.” His voice sounded off and rather somnolent. Hand still on the doorknob he looked at all of the persons around the table with half-lidded eyes. “Oh, seems like everyone is here. Must be a pretty damn important meeting then.” Oh no. Not now. Not here. Leon. “Agent Kennedy. Thank you for finally honouring us with your presence.” The president declared with a cutting tone that cast a new chill in the meeting room. “You’re welcome” Leon replied, definitely too drowsy to get the sarcasm. You almost gasped, refusing to believe it was actually happening, and watched Leon stagger towards his usual seat next to Hunnigan. She silently gave him a file and discreetly poured him a glass of water to help him sober up a little since she had noticed – just like everyone else in this room – that your ex-boyfriend was mighty drunk. Then, she resumed her monologue, ignoring Leon’s grimace as he drank his water contrary to the President, who was glaring at him, and you, who were staring at his face, completely eating up by guilt and sorrow. Were you the one responsible for this? You thought that leaving him would probably help him realise his alcoholism not fall deeper in it.

Despite the huge level of alcohol running in his blood, Leon was astonishingly listening to the reunion with the biggest care. Actually, he was paying so much attention that when Ingrid Hunnigan pronounced his name and the words “Los Illuminados” in the same sentence he almost hit the roof. “This again? Seriously?” He cut her off, surprising everyone. “You want me to deal with that Spanish bullshit again? Is that what you’re going to say, Hunnigan? Like I haven’t done enough, already.” Ingrid suddenly didn’t know what to do with herself, shocked by Leon’s sudden anger towards her. He had never talked to her like that. That was not in his nature. “Leon, please just let her finish before...” You whispered to calm him down, hoping he would cooperate. “Excuse me. You’re talking to me? You? Really.” He sneered, clearly angry. “I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore. After all, you haven’t been answering my calls since you dumped me.” You wanted to reply. But you knew that it would only aggravate the situation and make Leon angrier than he already was and the last thing you wanted was to make a scene or cause him more trouble.

“Is this a joke, Agent Kennedy?” The President growled and glared, definitely irritated by Leon’s behaviour. “No. The joke was your election, sir!” Oh God! Tell me he didn’t say that. There was a sudden heavy silence. Everyone exchanged some aghast quick looks as the President was staring at Leon, his face reddened by anger, ready to burst. “Get out of here, Agent Kennedy. You are furloughed.” But Leon didn’t move and, with an air of defiance, simply replied “Whom are you going to send on your suicide mission if you kick me out? I’m the only one who can do the job here and you fucking know it.” “Out! Out! Get out of here! I’ve had enough of you!” The President shouted, menacingly pointing his finger at Leon who remained still without batting an eyelid. “Leave this building now, Kennedy!” You decided to get up and grabbed Leon’s arm to lead him out. “Come on, Leon. You’re drunk. Let’s get you out to sober up a bit.” You said with an incredible calm but he refused to follow you “Of course I’m drunk. What else can I be? You left me. My job fucked me up. And I’m working with selfish assholes who clearly don’t care about that and want me to continue this fucking job till the day I die. So yeah, what else can I be if not drunk?”

“Gosh, if only I had known back then what the consequences of my actions would be, I would have never said those things or behaved like this. But regrets don’t matter. They don’t matter because it doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself I shouldn’t have done that, I know that there’s no turning back. I know that you will never come back. And I don’t blame you. I can’t blame you because the only person to blame here is me. And I don’t expect your forgiveness either. I know I don’t deserve it and how could you forgive me when even I can’t forgive myself? No, I expect nothing for you.”

3 weeks ago – In a bar somewhere in New York

He didn’t know her name and he was quite sure he hadn’t even asked before locking himself with her in the toilet. And truth to be told, he couldn’t care less. He didn’t need to know her name to take his pants down and he didn’t even need to hear a single word coming from a pretty mouth either. Actually, all he wanted that mouth of hers to do was to keep sucking him off right now. Yes, that’s all he wanted. Hand in her black hair, his head against the dirty wall, he was feeling dizzy with pleasure … and alcohol, especially alcohol. A routine he had grown even fonder of since he had been furloughed. “Yeah, right, suck that cock, you dirty slut.” How many glasses had he had since he entered that bar? Six? Eight? Meh, better not thinking about it right now. “That’s it.”

His cell phone suddenly vibrated on the floor, the blue light of the screen catching his weak attention. He managed to read “Hunnigan” and sighed. “What the hell does she want?” He mumbled, annoyed. “What did you say?” The girl asked but he chose not to answer and instead shove his cock back in her mouth. But the phone kept on buzzing on the grimy tiles and Leon couldn’t take his mind or his eyes off it, his professionalism getting the better of his drunken self. “Fuck” He cursed as he bent to grab the device, pushing the girl away from him, making her lose her balance and fall on her rear. “Better be important, Hunnigan.” He immediately said, annoyance tinting his drunken voice. “Leon.” Her voice was strangled and trembling. It didn’t take a genius to get she had been crying. And Leon knew that if Hunnigan was crying then something terrible had certainly happened. “Give me a second, Hunnigan.”

He quickly pulled his jeans back up and pushed the door of the toilet, leaving his brief conquest high and dry on the floor. “Where are you going?” She squealed but he didn’t listen. He got out of the bar to find a quiet place, phone still against his ear, listening to his partner sniff on the other side of the line. “Alright. What’s going on? Do you need anything?” He was worried. Maybe something had happened to her. “No” She said, her voice shuddering even more than before. “Where are you? Are you alone?” She asked. “Yeah. I’m outside a bar, in New York. Why?” He dared ask, impatient yet apprehensive to know what was actually going on. “Sit” He frowned and froze. That didn’t sound good. Nothing is ever good when someone tells you to sit down. “Hunnigan.” “ Y/N is dead.”

It was as if someone heavy and massive had instantly dropped on him, as if something had punched his stomach and crushed his chest in a single move, preventing him from breathing, preventing his heart from beating, preventing all his members from moving. That was not possible. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream, a nightmare or a perhaps hallucination cast by alcohol. But as soon as Leon heard Hunnigan saying his name again, he knew this was too real for this to be the mere fruit of his imagination or his subconscious. “How?” It was the only word that he managed to say, feeling too numb to make a complete sentence right now. “Leon that wasn’t your fault.” “How?” He insisted. He wanted to know. He needed to know. He needed to know why you would never come back to him, why he would never see you again, kiss you again. But foremost, he needed to know who was the son of a bitch responsible for it. “ In a mission in Spain.”

His phone immediately fell to the humid ground, breaking in a thousand pieces just like Leon’s whole body. His knees bent under the sudden weight of pain, anger and guilt and soon he collapsed to the sidewalk, completely appalled, tears flooding his blue eyes.

He had done this. It was his fault. All his fault.

Disoriented and panting, he started looking all around him for something, anything that could help him get out of this hell. But there was nothing and he was alone. He would forever be alone now.

He had killed you. You were dead because of him.

Leon screamed, face reddened by rage, angry tears flowing down his face. His fists hit the ground repeatedly, hard, so hard, his knuckles started bleeding. But he didn’t care. He didn’t even see it. He couldn’t feel that pain either. The only pain he could feel right now was the one from his heart being torn out from his chest, a pain that would ultimately leave an emptiness he would never be able to fill ever again. But he wanted to feel pain. He wanted to feel that precise pain, finding it a fitting punishment for everything he had done that had lead to this moment, that had led to your death.

Was it God punishing him? Was his mother right all along? Was He making him pay for what the pain he had brought you, for all the mistakes he had done, for choosing to worship a fucking bottle of whisky instead of Him? Was it his plan all along?

“IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING WANTED?” Leon shouted on his knees, looking at the menacing stormy sky.

He bent over the sidewalk, head in his arms, sobbing and sniffing loudly, moaning your name, begging you to come back. “Please don’t leave me here.” But just like God, when Leon was a little boy praying with his mother at the Sunday mass, you didn’t answer. “I’m sorry.” He had never wanted this to happen to you. He had never wanted your life to end like this. All he had ever wanted for you was your happiness even if it meant a long and beautiful life without him. Because if a bottle of whisky smashed against the wall had made him realise one thing is that you deserved to find the person that could love you better than him, a person to worship you just as his mother worshipped God and he worshipped his liquor. Because you were the only thing worth worshipping in this goddamn world, the only thing he would gladly believe in. Because, if religion was meant to bring comfort, if God was truly there to watch over him, judge him and punish him as his mother had told him then you were his God all along. After all, who if not you brought him the comfort when he needed it? Who if not you watched over him when he was in a very bad way? Who if not you judged him when he needed to be judged and no one dared to do it? Who if not you can make him fall on his knees like a pilgrim and wish for a paradise just to have the hope he would one day see you again?

He stayed on that sidewalk for at least an hour on that night, still and quiet, completely empty, feeling the rain pour on him, until two policemen sent by Hunnigan went to look for him. “Are you okay, sir?” No, no he was not. And he wasn’t even sure he would be okay ever again. But he eventually got better.

“ I haven’t had a single drink in three weeks. Hunnigan says that I should feel proud but I don’t. Because look what I needed to quit.”

Leon looked at the flowered marble tomb at his feet, staring at your name with an intense sadness and melancholy he would never be able to get rid of. He had taken him a while to come here, refusing to step a foot in this cemetery even for you funeral because that would be admitting your death and he couldn’t do that. But that he was here, he couldn’t help but acknowledge how cathartic talking to you was.

“ I’m leaving for Spain tomorrow. President’s order. I guess that despite being a complete asshole he is not very resentful. I have no idea what’s expecting me there but I promise you, I’ll find whoever is responsible your death and I’ll make them pay. They will learn they shouldn’t have done that.”

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sparkie96 · 4 years ago

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17 with Chris/Leon please 🥺💕 love your work btw :)

(Side Note: I lost the initial prompt list, so I found another one an picked number 17 on that list)

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This always happened and Leon was starting to wonder if the only way to get a peaceful vacation was to fake his own death at this point. Either way, he was just relaxing by the pool, bathing in the sun when a large shadow stood over him and blocked out his sunlight. Well, a large shadow and a slightly smaller shadow, Leon pulling down his sunglasses to look over the rims of them.

What the fuck were Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine doing here?

“...Let me guess…” Leon began, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he sat up and removed his sunglasses, “Something went wrong...there’s BOWs involved, some asshole who works with the Los Illuminados or The Family is also involved,” Leon listed off, counting down with his fingers, “and now you need my help?” He held up his last finger, which also just so happened to be his middle finger, “But you had to make sure I was on vacation.”

Chris poked his tongue in his cheek as Jill raised a brow, looking between the two in annoyance. Her first assignment back in the field in years, and it had to be one where she had to deal with the difficult “Agent Kennedy” of the DSO. She had known this was going to either be a bad idea...or an irritating one. But since Leon had faced the Los Illuminados and The Family, who just so happened to be a part of “The Connections”, and Chris insisted, she begrudgingly went along with it.

“Guess, Sunshine.” Jill replied, “And for the record, we didn’t know you were on vacation.”

Leon looked to Chris, who looked away with a look of shame, “One of you did.”

When neither said anything right away, Leon scoffed, pulling on his beach shirt but not buttoning it up, standing up from his seat while picking up his Bahama Mama, “What is it this time?”

Chris went to sit down in the chair beside him, but Leon made a noise, canting with his head toward the hotel and telling them that they obviously couldn’t talk about it here for equally obvious reasons. So, they would have to take this no doubt headache inducing conversation upstairs. But first, he needed to stop by the Tiki Bar to get a refill so he could mentally prepare for said headache of a conversation.

She waited until Leon was out of earshot before talking to Chris, “Seriously?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, “Do we really need his help? And how did you know he was going to be here?”

“Yes, we do. He’s good at the stealth stuff...and he owes me a favor.” Chris replied, “And...I’m the one who got him the reservation here.”

“...Why would you do that?” Jill asked with a raised brow, “Is that why he owes you?”

“Well…”

Leon came back with a full glass of Bahama Mama, sipping at it as he perched his sunglasses on top of his head, “Alright, let’s go.”

They followed the agent through the hotel and into the elevator. The elevator ride up to Leon’s hotel room was quiet and kind of awkward, the sound of the Tropical Music playing softly on the elevator’s speakers in the background. To any bystander who would have boarded the elevator with the trio, the scene before them would have been laughable; with Chris and Jill dressed to the nines in military gear and uniform while Leon stood in front of them wearing nothing but swim shorts, an opened beach shirt, flip flops and sunglasses.

Jill watched the numbers as they ascended the floors until they reached the tenth and top floor, the elevator dinged loudly to let them know that they had arrived on their floor. The doors slid open as Leon stepped forward, Jill and Chris tailing him as he went to his room at the end of the hallway. They had earned some wary and cautious side glances and looks from tourists, but of course, Chris and Jill ignored them. Leon jokingly told one couple to take a picture, it would last longer.

Leon opened the door with the keycard, holding it open and stepping aside for them, “Ladies first.” He said, waving his hand inside.

Now it was Jill’s turn to scoff, “Such a gentleman.”

“Bite me, Valentine.” Leon replied casually.

“No, thanks.” Jill snapped, “I’m trying to stay sober.”

“Enough.” Chris simply said, gently grabbing Leon by the arm and nudging him forward into the room before closing the door behind them, “We need your help.”

“They always do.” Leon chuckled darkly, going forward until he reached the breakfast bar, standing on the side where the sink was, “So, can I get you anything? Drinks? Snacks?” He set down his drink at the counter before going to the bar, “A clue?”

Jill and Chris sat in the bar stools across from him, both politely declining. Though Jill did so a bit more sarcastically, informing Leon that he would benefit more from getting a clue than herself. Leon laughed at that, informing Chris that he liked Jill before turning away from the fridge. He decided to stand and lean against the counter in front of them, watching as Jill pulled a laptop from her messenger bag.

They filled Leon in on an incident that had happened down South in Louisiana. About a new virus, but this time in the form of a sort of “Mold” as well as an asset that had escaped with her husband to somewhere in Romania. There were rumors of the Plaga of course, but in terms of it being used in the mold and being used in a primitive village in Romania. It was thought to be where the parasite had originated, and that the asset, as well as whoever she was working with, intended on using it there.

“The Villagers there are showing signs of infection, as well as mutation.” Jill informed him, turning the laptop around to show Leon the files, “Look familiar?”

Leon overlooked the data and the details, wincing at the, dare he say, rabid looking villagers. Some even resembled werewolves, “Hauntingly so…” He replied, “So, what do you need me to do?”

“The government there isn’t willing to agree with the UN and grant the European Branch of the BSAA entry into their country,” Jill explained, “But...they’re willing to negotiate with the United States Branch...on the grounds that the United States Government gets involved and strikes a deal.”

Leon raised a brow, “What kind of deal?” He asked skeptically.

Chris and Jill exchanged obviously concerned and confused looks, Chris being the one to look back at Leon with an answer...sort of.

“That we don’t know.” Chris admitted, “But we know that you’re close to the president...and his cabinet. Maybe you could…?”

Leon shook his head, “I don’t have that kind of power.”

“No, but, with you with us…” Chris tried.

Leon didn’t like where this was going, “I’m not going back into that...I got a couple more years until I can opt out and retire. I don’t want to go through that…”

“If you don’t, think of all the people that could get infected!” Jill pointed out, “We can’t do this without you!”

“Leon, please…” Chris begged.

Both Jill and Chris genuinely flinched and jumped in their seats as Leon banged his fists on the counter, accidentally knocking his drink into the sink, the glass exploding into a firework of shards and alcohol. Leon was starting to panic, the memories he had tried locking away from all those years ago flashing before his very eyes. The villagers...the monsters. That awful fucking parasite writhing beneath the skin…

“Bite Me, Redfield!” Leon hollered at the man, just wanting to go back to his vacation, wanting to forget again, “I’m not fucking doing this again!”

They watched as he breathed heavily, his sunglasses having slipped from the top of his head to sit on the bridge of his nose, obscuring wide and anger filled blue eyes from view. His fists unclenched slightly, his palms laid flat out against the cold marble of the counter as he shook his head. He couldn’t do this...he didn’t want to do this...Chris had promised him after New York that he wouldn’t drag him into another shitshow ever again.

“Leon…” Chris tried once more, his voice as soft as his tone, but this time it was closer, the man now standing before him.

A Kevlar Gloved hand reached out and gently canted Leon’s chin up until they met eyes, Chris removing the sunglasses from Leon’s face. Those broken blues were now rimmed red, and Chris immediately felt guilty for coming here, but it was their only option. Leon held some power in the DSO, Ingrid Hunnigan had informed Jill and Chris that. Leon could influence the President and his council to negotiate a deal with Romania so Leon could come with them and they could stop The Connections and whatever they were planning.

Chris looked into his eyes with a look that made Jill realize exactly why Chris had done all this for Leon, “We need you.”

“You promised…” Leon whispered, looking back into his eyes.

Chris nodded, “I know...which is why...after this...we can retire together. Just...do this one last time with me…”

Tears brimmed in Leon’s eyes, the agent contemplating what Chris was saying and weighing his options before giving a nod, “One last time…”

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