#jack krauser resident evil 4

[bunnist4rz]

THE MERMAID'S EMBRACE; LEON KENNEDY

synopsis; Captain Leon Kennedy, a pirate in Tortuga, is drawn into an adventure when a young sailor presents him with a map to the legendary Isla de la Máscara. After a storm shipwrecks him, he awakens on a beach and meets a mermaid, you, who helps him heal. As their bond deepens, Leon must choose between his pirate life and the love he has found in the ocean. When his crew returns, driven by greed, Leon must protect the mermaid from his former brothers. Ultimately, he discovers that the greatest treasure lies in love and the freedom of the sea. word count; 2k contents; leon kennedy/reader, fem!reader, pirate!leon, set in a pirate au, fluff, a litte bittersweet(?), pirate/mermaid a/n; I had so much fun writing this!!! I hope you have fun reading it tho 😸😸

In a quaint tavern along the bustling coast of Tortuga, the air had the aroma of spiced rum and the sound of sailors' boisterous laughter. Captain Leon Kennedy sat alone at the bar, his eyes tracing the swirls of amber liquid in his mug, lost in thought. The candlelight danced on the scarred wood, casting deep shadows across his weathered face, etched with lines of a thousand battles and the whispers of a thousand storms.

The tavern door slammed open, letting in a gust of salty air that carried with it the distant rumble of thunder. The chatter fell to a murmur as the newcomer's eyes scanned the room, searching for the man he sought. The stranger was a young sailor, no more than a boy, really, with a wild look in his eyes and a map clutched tightly in his trembling hand. He approached the captain, his voice shaking with excitement. "I've got it, Sir! The map to the Isla de la Máscara!"

Leon's gaze snapped up, the name jolting him out of his reverie. He took the map, his calloused hands carefully unfolding the yellowed parchment. It was said that the island held a treasure so great, it could grant a man the power to rule the seas. The legend had haunted him for years, ever since he'd stumbled upon a tattered journal detailing the adventures of a long-lost pirate who claimed to have found the island's location.

"How did you come by this?" Leon asked, his voice low and gruff.

The boy gulped. "My granddaddy, he was a pirate like you, Captain. He said it was for someone worthy, someone who could handle its... secrets."

Leon studied the map, the lines and symbols etched into it seemingly telling a story of their own. He recognized the layout of the Caribbean, the swirls of the ocean currents, and the carefully drawn islands. But what truly captivated him was the crimson X that marked the spot of the Isla de la Máscara. He knew the price of obsession and had seen men lose their minds in the pursuit of such myths, but something about this map felt... real

"Your grandfather was a wise man," he murmured, tracing the X with his finger. "This treasure could change everything." He folded the map and tucked it into his jacket. "Gather your things, lad. We set sail at dawn."

The storm had come upon them without warning, the kind that seemed to be born of pure malice. The Black Revenant was tossed about like a child's toy, the crew's shouts lost in the howling winds and the relentless pounding of waves against the hull. Leon had fought his share of battles, but the sea was an enemy unlike any other.

In the chaos, he saw a flash of white, a figure in the water, and then nothing. The ship's bow dipped sharply, and a wall of water crashed over the deck, sending him tumbling into the cold abyss. He struggled against the merciless embrace of the ocean, his lungs burning as he plummeted into the inky depths.

When he woke, the storm had abated, the world around him a blur of blue and green. He lay on a sandy beach, the warmth of the sun seeping into his bones. Above him, a face hovered, framed by a cascade of emerald hair. Your eyes were as deep as the sea itself, and you regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"You live," you said, your voice a melody that seemed to resonate from the very heart of the ocean.

Leon coughed, tasting saltwater and sand. "What... what are you?"

You offered a gentle smile. "I am... something you've only ever heard in stories. A mermaid."

The revelation hit him like a second storm. He had seen much in his life, but nothing had prepared him for this. Yet, as he stared into your eyes, he felt a strange comfort, as if he had been found by a guardian angel amidst the fury of the sea.

"My name is Leon," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "What's yours?"

"I am called [name]," you replied, your gaze never leaving his. "I have brought you here to heal."

Leon sat up, his eyes scanning the deserted beach. "What do you mean, 'heal'?"

Your smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "You are a curiosity, Leon. A man with a heavy heart. I wish to know more about you."

Leon felt a weight lift from his chest at your words. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn't feel the need to hide his pain. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach, he began to tell her your story, of the battles he'd fought, the treasures he'd sought, and the ghosts that chased him across the sea.

Their conversations grew longer and more intimate as the days passed. You would come to the shore at dawn and dusk, sharing tales of her underwater world and listening to his stories of adventure. Leon found solace in your company, a peace he hadn't felt since before he'd taken up the life of a pirate.

One evening, as they sat on the beach watching the sunset, You leaned in closer. "Your crew," your said, you voice a whisper, "they come for you. And for me."

Leon's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"They seek the treasure of Isla de la Máscara," you explained. "But they also seek to capture me for their own gain."

The thought of anyone harming you ignited a fire in Leon's chest. He stood, the sand shifting beneath his boots. "They won't find us here," he said, his voice firm. "I'll protect you."

You placed a hand on his arm. "But at what cost, Leon?" Your eyes searched his, the depth of your concern for him palpable. "Your men, they are not like you. They are driven by greed and violence. They would not understand us."

Leon clenched his fists, his jaw set. "They are still my responsibility," he said. "I will not let them harm you."

As the stars twinkled in the night sky, the distant silhouette of a ship emerged on the horizon. Your heart raced as you recognized the unmistakable outline of the Black Revenant. "They have found us," you murmured, a hint of fear in your voice.

Leon's expression grew grim as he surveyed the approaching ship. He knew the dangers it brought and the choice he must make. He turned to you, taking your hand in his. "You must go. Return to the safety of your world."

"No," you protested. "I will not leave you to face them alone."

"You must," he insisted, his grip firm but gentle. "If they capture you, your world will be lost to me forever."

With a heavy heart, you kissed him, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cold, fish-like tail. Then, with one final look that spoke of a love that transcended worlds, you slipped into the waves, disappearing into the night.

Leon watched you go, the sound of the retreating waves echoing his sorrow. He knew he had to act swiftly. Gathering his strength, he stumbled through the jungle, back to where he had hidden his weapons and supplies. As he dressed his wounds and sharpened his blade, he mentally prepared himself for the confrontation that lay ahead.

The following dawn saw the Black Revenant's longboats rowing to shore. Leon stepped out from the foliage, the sun glinting off his sword. His crew, led by the treacherous first mate, Captain Jack Krauser, spotted him and disembarked.

"Leon!" Jack bellowed. "You've cost us our ship and our treasure!"

Leon's eyes narrowed. "The treasure is not worth the price of your freedom," he said, his voice firm.

Jack sneered. "You've been bewitched by some sea siren!"

"They are not a siren," Leon corrected, his voice low and dangerous. "And they are not yours to take."

The tension grew thick as the crew drew their weapons, their eyes reflecting their greed and malice. Leon's crew had once been his brothers, but now they were a pack of wolves, hungry for what they could not comprehend.

The battle was fierce, a dance of steel and sweat on the sandy shore. Leon's blade sang as he fought off the men who had once followed him without question. Each clang of metal against metal echoed through the air, a symphony of his struggle between loyalty and love.

As the tide of the fight turned against him, you emerged from the sea, riding a giant sea turtle. Your eyes were aflame with power, and a pod of dolphins flanked you, ready to do your bidding. The sight of you, a vision of power and beauty, struck fear into the hearts of the pirates.

Leon's crew froze, their eyes wide with terror and awe. Blackbeard took one look at you and realized the folly of their mission. He dropped his sword and retreated, the rest of the crew quickly following.

The beach grew still once again, the only sounds the lapping of the waves and the ragged breaths of the two figures standing on the shore. Leon looked at you, the love in his eyes unmistakable. "I can't lose you," he said, his voice raw with emotion.

You stepped closer, the water of the retreating tide caressing your legs. "Then come with me," you offered. "To my world, where we can live in peace."

The decision weighed heavily on Leon. He thought of the life he knew, the adventures he'd had, the camaraderie of his crew, and the legend he'd built as Captain of the Black Revenant. But as he stared into your eyes, he knew that his heart had already been captured by the mysterious depths of the sea and the mermaid who had saved him.

"Take me to your world," he said finally, the words heavy with resolve.

Your smile was like the dawn breaking over the horizon, lighting up your face. "You must understand," you said, your voice softer than a whisper of the sea breeze. "You will be giving up everything you know. Your life as a human, your ship, your crew."

Leon nodded solemnly, gripping the hilt of his sword. "For you, I would give up the very stars," he replied, his voice steady despite the gravity of his choice.

Together, you ventured into the ocean, the cool water enveloping them as they swam away from the shore. The transformation was agonizing yet exhilarating, Leon's body morphing into that of a merman, his legs fusing into a powerful tail that propelled him through the water. His lungs burned as he took in the briny air, but you were there, guiding him through the pain and into the embrace of the sea.

As they descended into the blue abyss, the world around them changed, becoming a kaleidoscope of color and light. Schools of fish parted before them, and curious sea creatures approached to examine the newest member of their realm. The pressure increased, but so did Leon's excitement, his heart racing with the thrill of discovery.

Finally, they reached your underwater kingdom, a city of coral and pearl that gleamed in the bioluminescent glow of the deep sea. The merfolk of your world greeted you with a mix of curiosity and caution, their voices a symphony of bubbles and whispers. You introduced Leon as your beloved, and despite their initial wariness, they accepted him into their fold.

Leon and you became an inseparable pair, exploring the vast, uncharted waters and sharing their lives with each other. The treasure of Isla de la Máscara remained undiscovered, its legend fading into whispers. The pirates of the captain Jack moved on, seeking new prizes, while Leon found the greatest treasure of all in the love of a mermaid and the freedom of a life beneath the waves.

Their story grew into a legend of its own, a tale of love and sacrifice that echoed through the depths of the ocean. Sailors spoke of a merman and mermaid who guarded the seas, helping those in distress and keeping the balance between the worlds above and below the surface.

Leon's human life was forgotten, replaced by a new existence filled with wonder and purpose. He learned to navigate the currents and tides, to speak the language of the sea, and to command the respect of the creatures that dwelled within it.

But as the years drifted by, Leon's thoughts often returned to the world he had left behind. The faces of his crew, the sound of the ship's bell, the smell of the salty air—these memories grew faint, yet never disappeared entirely. Yet, each time he gazed into your eyes, the pain of his past was washed away by the beauty of your world and the love that bound them together.

In the quiet moments, as they lay on the ocean floor, watching the ebb and flow of the sea, Leon knew that he had made the right choice. For in the embrace of the sea, he had discovered a treasure more precious than gold—a love that had transformed him into something more than he ever could have been on land.

[daily-leon]

[ultimateanna]

Resident Evil 4 (2023 game) - concept art

[mintmuha]

"cursed portrait" for cards from last video

[corukant]

leon’s never losing the rookie card 😔🤚

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) Leon S. Kennedy [ 4 / ??? ]

[monsieurphantom]

Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023) | dev. Capcom

[grilde1chesse]

thinking about how krauser knows leon like nobody else & therefore hurts him like no one else can.

thinking about how in the script krauser guided leon’s hand into his chest, how he went out content and proud, rather than bitter or scared. he wanted to die by leon’s hand, encouraged it even.

thinking about how he calls leon by his name rather than boy scout or rookie, how leon’s face was the last he’d ever see, and how he was perfectly content with that. how leon called him major one last time, both showing their respect for each other that had previously been buried under their pride.

thinking about how leon can’t even look at krauser when killing him, plunging the knife into his chest with a quivering lip and eyes squeezed shut. thinking about how he looks at himself in the blade afterwards, unable to keep eye contact with his own reflection and visibly holding back tears.

“Do... what you have to do. That's right.

I trained you well... Leon”

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

omgomgomg, resident evil boys with reader who ALWAYS falls asleep on them. Like they could just be sitting next next to each other watching a movie or even at a RESTAURANT and then they feel a weight on their shoulder and reader is just snoozing

AAAAH oh my god I totally love this idea and I also oved writing it. Thank you so much anon for this and I hope you'll like it 🥰 I also do commissions if y'all are interested 💖

Both of you were in the lab late at night, waiting for some results. Wesker was sitting in front of a microscope, analizing a sample, and you were right next to him, completing a report. Only the sound of your keyboard could be heard in the room, as you typed rigorously.

"Hey Wesker," you said, yawning. "How much 'till the results come up?"

"They should be ready any minute now. If you want, go rest. I'll finish around."

"No, it's fine. I want to keep you company."

Maybe you were tired and were hallucinating, but you swear you saw Wesker smile. It wasn't a big one, just a satisfying smirk that appeared on his face.

Wesker paid no mind to you and kept observing the molecules. He liked when you were seeking his attention, and he often would play clueless to your hints just to toy with you. He had a satisdic pleasure to see you sweat over your own emotions and insecurities, especially when they were a direct result of your interactions.

While being consumed by his own ego,

While observing the chain reactions, he felt something heavy leaning on his shoulder.

He peeked over his shoulder and saw your head, which was laying heavy. You were long gone in the dreamland.

"Y/N," he said, but there was no reaction. He noticed that you were in a deep slumber and didn't have the heart to wake you up.

"I told them to go to sleep," he murmured. "They always end up like this."

He slowly moved his arms under your shoulders and knees and lifted you up, heading to the nearest bedroom. That was one of the advantages of working in a mansion.

He slowly placed you on the soft mattress, caressed your head a few times, removing some strands of hair from your face, and left, closing the door slowly behind him. He also left some coffee and a note saying that he would handle the rest of the procedure and to continue your day as usual.

Despite his cold attitude towards you, he cares for you, and he misses you when you're not around. He will never admit that, tho, not to you or even to himself.

Staying up late to complete reports isn't a fun activity unless you do it with somebody you like.

Leon's fingers typed rigorously on the keyboard while you were next to him, helping with the details.

"The fight with the knights was before or after I reunited with Ashley?"

"After... and then you got in the castle to find Luis..."

"Right"

He felt the fatigue and boredom taking over his body, his eyelids closing, but he trespassed to give his body a quick boost so he could take another sip of coffee.

He peeked at you and noticed that you weren't rested either. I mean, you were in the same village, doing the same thing: rescuing the president's daughter, and it wasn't like somebody pated your shoulders and told you to go rest because you deserved it. No, you took a quick nap at home, and then you had to finish the rest of your assignments just like a regular day.

Leon continued writing because he knew that the sooner he'd finish, the faster you could go to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt something heavy leaning over his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw your head resting on him. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes and thought, "this must be nice," and smiled.

He gently caressed your head a few times and then went back to his writing.

A few minutes passed, and you jumped, sending a powerful shock to your numbed body. You immediately regained consciousness and looked around, seeing Leon in the same spot but with a smirk over his face.

"Slept well?"

"Yeah, your shoulder is very comfy," you said, rubbing your eyes.

"At least this is what I can do: provide a comfy shoulder," he chuckled.

You wrapped your arms around his and leaned again over him, this time without falling asleep. He smelt so nice and was so clean.

"Ashley wasn't rescued again until after you killed Ramon," you said as your eyes quickly scanned the report.

"Thanks." He smiled and kissed your head. You stayed glued to him like that until you both fell asleep.

You were having a well-deserved rest in the comfort of your home after long, long months of working. Luis put a film on the TV, bought some snacks, and poured two glasses of wine.

"There you go, love," he said as he handed you your glass and sat next to you.

"Thank you," you said, giving him a warm smile. "It's nice being you with you like this, you know, not being surrounded by dead bodies and viruses." 

"Tell me about it! I can't remember the last time I had a normal night. It's been so long!" 

You were both sleep-deprived and burned out, and you barely kept your eyes open. The ideal date was falling asleep in his arms, but he wanted to do something a little nicer.

The movie just started, and you sat very comfortably in Luis's embrace. His arm was wrapped around your body, and you were leaning on him.

"Great choice, y/n." he said as he kissed your forehead gently. He pressed a long, lingering kiss before moving his eyes to the screen. He loved feeling your presence and the warmth of your body. It eased his soul.

Suddenly, he felt something heavy leaning on his chest. He quickly lowered his gaze and saw that you had fallen asleep.

"My love," he chuckled, pressing another kiss on your head.

He took another sip of wine and stared blankly at the TV. A powerful feeling of sadness overwhelmed him all of a sudden. Maybe he was just tired; maybe all of the feelings he swept tunder the rug were coming out, who knows, but he was sure of one thing: he didn't want to lose you. Luis took a deep breath and tightened his embrace. You were there, and that was what mattered to him.

His vision started to blur, the actor's lines were nonsense, and they talked gibberish. His whole body felt heavy, and in a few moments, he joined you in the dreamland, trying to find you in your dreams.

After a long day of training, you two decided to eat in the cafeteria and talk about the day.

You were sitting next to him on the comfortable sofa, eating leftover cake.

"This is still good," you said, taking another bite.

"I don't know how you can eat that. I've been sitting here all day," he said, making a grimace while looking at the cake.

"Stop being a hater for once and enjoy the simplest things in life. You might die tomorrow."

"That might kill you today."

You scoffed and shoved the rest of the cake into your mouth ostentatiously. He rolled his eyes.

"You can be so stubborn sometimes."

"I know, but luckily for me, you have patience."

You nugged his shoulder, and you caught him smirking.

You began talking about the day, the government, and even random stuff like trends and articles. Krauser was very different when he wasn't on the job. He talked more freely, he swore often, and he even laughed more, but when he did, it was full of satisfaction and life. He meant it.

He kept talking about how the government is corrupted, and you often agreed with him.

"I admire you, tho." He began. "You don't take anyone's bullshit. You fight back."

Silence.

"I know maybe I dumped a lot of things on you right now, but to be honest, I don't trust many people. I also..." he sighed, "...enjoy your presence."

The prolonged silence made him paranoid. Suddenly, he felt something heavy leaning on his shoulder, and when he peeked, he noticed you fell asleep.

"Do I bore you too?" he whispered. "Heh, I guess all superiors have this effect." He smirked and closed his eyes.

He cared about you more than he'd like to admit. He sees the potential in you, and he hopes that some day you will be able to make a change, as he feels it's too late for him due to his age. Because of that, he is harsher with you during training and missions.

He followed you shortly, snoring as he fell deep into the slumber.

He wanted to take you out to dinner, so he chose his favourite bar, where they serve the best steak. The football game was playing in the background, and the people were cheering and clinking their beers. A lot of noise was around you, but regardless, Chris was giving you all of his attention.

You stayed next to him as you two ate. You felt so safe with him, so peaceful. Chris tried not to give too many details about his missions, so he would gossip about what was going on with his team, who fought with whom, and what his superiors told him—the bare minimum.

"Are you sure there's nothing more you want to tell me?" you asked, interrupting him mid-sentence. Even if the tea was juicier than the steak (lots of betrayals, make-up, fights), you felt like he was hiding something.

"Hmmm... yeah, I'm pretty sure. Don't stress too much about it; I'm fine." He kissed your cheek and returned to his plate.

The national team scored a goal. The crowd was cheering and yelling, enhancing the bustle and excitement that was already in the bar.

You didn't notice the noise anymore; you got used to it. Chris' presence was making you drowsier than usual, probably because you also have your stomach full now.

"I didn't expect so many people today; otherwise, I would've cooked at home," he said in a slightly annoyed tone as he was looking around the room. "But the important thing for me is that you fee-" he said in a more cheerful tone, but was cut off mid-sentence again when he felt something heavy leaning over his shoulder. He peeked and smiled when he saw that you fell asleep.

"Look at that; I didn't know it was possible," he chuckled.

Chris remained still, as he didn't want to wake you up.

Everything he does, it's just for you. He goes on those missions just to make sure that the world is one step closer to being safe. He doesn't recognise the line between his own fantasies and reality, but every time he steps out of that door, he goes with a full heart because he knows that every time he comes back, you'll wait for him with a warm meal and a warm smile.

[tazahan]

RE 4 Remake stuff

[shadowsofrose]

Didn't I teach you? Knives are faster.

Jack Krauser in Resident Evil 4 Remake

[daily-leon]

[hurrakka]

Ngl, this was how the entire fight felt

[sapphire-weapon]

Krauser's view of Leon, chapter 11:

[cabinetkillerz]

something about resident evil always gets me motivated

[residentevilnet]

Requested by anonymous.