#re6 x male reader

[mackjlee9]

trans leon pussy worship amen (sorry i’m not sure how to request something so crude in a professional manner)

*unholy thoughts intensify*

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; somnophilia, pussy worship, cunningulus.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n)'s body and mind jolted awake in bed, heavy breathing and sweat dripping down his face. He had a pretty intense dream, but he was slowly calming down, clenching his jaw when he realized something that had happened while he was still dreaming, letting out a sigh.

"Fuck..." He groaned at the feeling of his underwear pressing on his throbbing cock, and he sat up on the bed, rubbing his face in frustration and thinking of maybe going to the bathroom to jerk off, but before he could move to get up, he felt movement next to him.

Leon had turned around from facing away from him to being face up, legs slightly spread open and one of them was bent a little bit. His shirt rode up to his belly button, showing that blond happy trail he was so proud of.

Images of his dream flashed inside (M/n)'s mind, filling him with desire and making his mouth water, damn, his tongue kept moving in his mouth, squirming like crazy, needing something to satiate his sudden hunger.

He shifted on the bed, holding Leon's hips and moving him slightly so he was positioned more in the center of the bed. He leaned closer and began leaving a trail of kisses down his abdomen, dragging his tongue up his v-line and nibbling on his hip bone as he made his way further down to his clothed pussy.

(M/n) bumped Leon's clit with his nose, pressing his mouth over his folds, feeling the blond shifting his hips on the bed. Parting his lips wide enough, he lapped his tongue over Leon's boxer, groaning as he felt him getting wetter through the fabric. His cock twitched in his underwear, leaking pre-cum as his hips unconsciously bucked against the bed.

His fingers reached up and hooked on the waistband of Leon's underwear, slowly pulling them down his long and strong legs, leaving gentle bites on his thighs, his eyes locked on his dripping cunt, making him swallow the saliva that had gathered under his tongue, skillfully removing his underwear and throwing it somewhere else.

(M/n) made his way up Leon's thighs with kisses and bites, teasing him by staying away from his pussy, watching how he bucked his hips up, quiet whines escaping past his parted lips.

"So eager..." He mumbled to himself chuckling as if he wasn't eager himself, he just wanted lavishly lap at his wet, dripping pussy, feel his mushy walls pulsing around his tongue, toy with his clit until he was crying out his name, cumming all over his face.

Fuck, thinking about it made him so fucking horny, he could definitely cum just by making Leon cum with his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, (M/n)'s eyes almost rolled back at his scent, holding his folds spread open and licking a long strip from his hole to his clit, swirling his tongue around it a few times, moaning at his addicting taste. Fuck, I could stay here forever...

With the movements of his tongue speeding up, his need to taste more of Leon's slick grew bigger, his hands wrapping under his thighs and holding tightly onto his hips, keeping Leon's pussy pressed to his mouth, moaning and groaning as the feeling of his walls pulsing and clenching around his tongue just like he wanted.

"Fuck- you taste so good," the slurping noises got louder as he buried his face deep in Leon's pussy, eating him out like a starved man, "I can never- get enough- of your sweet pussy-" he mumbled against him, sending vibrations to his clit with every word he muttered.

Leon's body squirmed on the bed, his hands gripping and pulling on the sheets, his back arching as louder whines and whimpers escaped his mouth, mumbling his name over and over again.

Hearing Leon's sounds made (M/n) moan, his tongue fucking his mushy insides, his fingers digging onto his hips, kneeling In the bed, and raising Leon's lower body with him.

"Please please- please, baby, cum on my tongue- cum all over my face- I need it, please-" Reaching his hand around Leon's hips, (M/n) started rubbing his clit, groaning at the feeling of his thighs trembling and wrapping around his head. He watched with lidded eyes Leon's expression, watching how he frowned and hearing him release all those pretty sounds, he saw his hands moving around, trying to find something to hold onto.

(M/n) saw how Leon moved his hands for a short while, until his fingers sneaked under his shirt and he started playing with his nipples, releasing louder moans and cries of his name. (M/n) whined when how much Leon's walls were twitching around his tongue, and he made sure to go faster, heavily breathing through his nose, groaning as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"'S so good- so fucking good-" he babbled absentmindedly, too lost in the taste in his mouth, too focused on Leon's sounds and reaction. He really could be in between his legs forever, he could never get tired of his pussy, always so willing and eager to feel him, whether it'll be his fingers, his tongue, or his cock, "Fuck, please-"

He heard Leon moaning his name out loud, his legs wrapping around his head and keeping him there, buried deep in his cunt. (M/n) cried out as Leon came all over his mouth and face, his juices dripping down his chin.

He couldn't help it. His hips jerk forward involuntarily as he filled his underwear with his warm cum, tears filling his eyes as he slowly backed away, taking a deep breath through his open mouth, gasping for air as he came down for his high, slowly lowering Leon's body back on the bed.

"(M/n)...?" He heard Leon's voice whisper as he took deep breaths to even his breathing. (M/n) looked at him with enamored eyes, and leaned down to press their lips together, making Leon whimper as he tasted himself on (M/n)'s tongue.

"Your pussy is so fucking good, baby," he mumbled while grinding his hips down on his, his still hard and dripping cock rubbing in between his soaked folds, stroking his throbbing and sensitive clit, "Could never get enough of you, fuck~"

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Leon's waist, nuzzling his neck with his nose, releasing quiet whines against Leon's sweaty skin.

"I want to be inside you, please- I need to have my cock deep inside your pussy, baby, please," well, he certainly couldn't deny him when he sounded so needy and desperate, begging for his wet pussy.

[ninelieswithme]

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I SEE IT OKAY!!

Jake stepped into the dimly lit apartment, the cold night air sending shivers down his body.

It's been a long, grueling night for him.

His mission had been a success, but at a cost, body is covered in sweat and blood, a testament to the brutal nature of his work.

Exhausted, but hungry, different kind of hunger burns within him as he thought of you.

God he’s missed your annoying ass.

Even that attitude.

The metallic clang of the door opening to the apartment his boots tapping on the ground.

He made his way to the bathroom, the scent of blood and sweat fills his nostrils, a constant reminder of the life he lead.

The bathroom is steamy, the hot shower already running, and he couldn’t wait to wash away the remains of the night.

He stepped under the scalding water, his buzz cut growing damp, feeling it cascade over his muscular frame, washing away the grime and the guilt.

You were ment for this

He thought, gently scrubbing his chilled skin.

The blood slowly disappears down the drain, taking away the evidence of his dark profession with it.

Showing the bare scarring on his body.

Leaning against the tiled shower wall, head looking down, eyes closed, letting the hot water soothe his tired muscles.

His mind wandering again to you, your soft skin, the way you looked at him with a mixture of desire and concern after coming back from a mission.

You two have been together for years, and well you’ve always been your rock, understanding the demands of his job, yet never fully accepting the darkness that comes with it.

You’ve been there since his mums passing.

And you’ll be around till his.

You have to??

Right??

The thought of you waiting in the bedroom, her lush curves beckoning, is almost too much to bear.

Finally snaps him from his daze.

He finished his shower quickly, body still humming with unspent energy.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, making his way to the bedroom, the anticipation building with every step.

There you were, lying on your shared bed, your long, hair spilling over the pillows.

Skin glowing in the soft light, eyes sparkled with lust finally making eye contact with his blue ones. As you took in his physique.

He couldn’t lie.. well his body couldn’t..

He was getting turned on by your eyes boring into him.

He approach the bed, dropping the towel without hesitation, you taking in more of his body, lean and hard, every muscle defined by years of rigorous training and deadly missions.

Your eyes lingering on the scars that marks that littered his skin, each one a story of survival and sacrifice.

"You're home,"

You whispered, voice hoarse, legs closing.

Naughty girl

Jake climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Your lips parting, while you leaned in, capturing his mouth in a kiss, both tender and desperate.

His tongue exploring your mouth, tasting the sweetness of you, the familiar flavor driving him wild.

Your hands on his broad chest, caressing his collarbones.

The kiss ending soon after, your breaths coming in short gasps.

"I can taste the night on you,"

"The blood, the sweat... It's intoxicating."

You said, voice husky.

Jake smirked, blue eyes darkening.

"It's alllllll for you, baby. Every kill, every drop of blood is a sacrifice for you."

His words sending chills..

Oh well Jake’s always been a bit weird..

Your hands finding his throbbing erection, eye soon locking onto him.

Fingers wrapping around him, stroking slowly.

"Show me.. Show me how it feels to take a life and then come home to me."

Jake smirked.

“Such a cheesy slut”

He positioned himself between your thighs, feeling the warmth of your body against his own.

Cock sliding between your clothed folds, his pre glistening and dampening your heat.

Tip nudging your clothed clit.

"Yes, like that,"

You moaned blush growing on your face, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck me like you've been waiting all night to come home and claim me."

You can be such a weird girl.. he chuckled

Jake obliged, picking up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of your growing wet heat.

The bed creaks with the force of his thrusts, and the sound of moans and sour affections filling the room.

He leaned down, nipping at your neck, leaving a mark, a reminder of you being his possession.

"You're mine, Y/N.. All fucking mine,"

He growled into your ear.

“Don’t forget that”

You moaned in response, your body trembling on the edge of release.

Clit throbbing.

Cock twitching, while Jake growled and moaned.

"I'm yours... Only yours..."

You said eyes lidded

Your words echoing in his mind, you feel his own climax building, an eruption waiting to happen.

His thrusts harder, faster, his body demanding release.

Your fingers digging into his back, scratching down his spine feeling your clit twitch while his cock rubbed against it.

"Cum for me, J-Jake,"

You plead.

Your words like a trigger, he surrender to the ecstasy, body convulsing.

Cum spurting onto your folds, covering your belly too, marking you as his in the most primal way.

Jake kept you caged overstimulating himself, his thick seed cover more of your cunt and tummy.

So he whimpered and moaned.

Jake’s breaths ragged, your arms soon around Jake , holding him tight.

Blue eyes piercing into yours, finally landing his head in your neck.

In that moment, the darkness of his profession fades away, all that exists is the two of you, intertwined in a passionate embrace, the blood on his skin a distant memory.

You ran your fingers through his short hair, touch gentle and soothing.

His eyes drifting closed..

He really did win the lottery don’t he..

Even with that bratty attitude you usually have..

[xmalereader]

— - Leon S. Kennedy -—

Leon Kennedy RE2R

• Leon S. Kennedy RE2R x Male Reader

Summary: Reader is a mafia leader who becomes attached to none other than Leon Kennedy after the new rookie saved his life.

Leon Kennedy RE4R

• Leon S. Kennedy RE4R x Male Reader x Simón Riley

Summary: Leon and reader are tasked to work with 141 after they stumble upon there business, getting involved and needing information about an Umbrella lab. What Leon doesn’t know is that his boyfriend of five years dated the lieutenant and used to be apart of the 141 before he met and worked with Leon.

Leon Kennedy Infinite Darkness

• ID Leon S. Kennedy x Teacher! Male Reader

Summary: Leon is in need of a teacher for his daughter, Sherry and is recommended one of the best homeschooling teachers.

Leon Kennedy RE6

Coming soon…

Leon Kennedy Vendetta

Coming soon…

Leon Kennedy Death Island

• DI Leon S. Kennedy x Bunny! Male Reader

Summary: Leon is in need of a vacation and wants to spend more time with his bunny boyfriend, perhaps start his vacation with some welcome home sex?

[issa-pheonyx]

Yandere!Piers Nivans X BSAA!GN!Reader🔪

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀' 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗶𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗕𝘂𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂…😳👀

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

"Soldier." Chris nods his head as you salute to him. "Captain Redfield, I was notified by your emergency contact. I will be joining you and your team throughout the mission, sir." Piers overhears the other members talking about your work both in and out of Chris' presence. You were damn good they said. The more he heard how good you were and even Chris himself introducing you to the team, saying such praises, his blood turns hot and cold. He was fairly distant with you. Even giving you small talk. Which you did not mind since you are clocked in working on this mission to get it over with. That is unique about you. Everyone can not seem to figure out how you have not broken down your walls yet.

Furthermore, you were like a cold-blooded killer taking down the J'avo's. They feared you too, but you are targeted a lot, yet they failed to take you down. It made the job easier for the team and your loyalty for Chris never failed. Piers on the other hand was not having it. Whenever he is stuck with you whether it is you two are alone stuck somewhere or cornered by enemies he just pretends you didn't exist and makes himself go find the team. You did not mind it (more like not giving a fuck about him too) as you were sticking through thick and thin on completing the mission. Piers notices you get there early as they wait for him, finding ways to cross areas, executing J'avo's without them noticing on your own as they are clear to move, etc. It was driving him mad.

That's when he sees you interacting with Jake. He seemed to break down your walls easily which is very rare for the team and Piers to witness. The only person who is more triggered than the rest was Piers. Every time you and Jake plan to work together in the meantime Piers would cut in,"No, she will be staying with me." Jake finds it funny as he gives a smug smile. Piers being a fucking shiba Piers he would glare at him,"What are you smiling, punk?!" He would attempt to square up to him only for you to stop him,"FOCUS, PIERS!!" He was taken aback, but your touch on his arm to turn him around to face you made him melt. That's when he starts to follow you like a damn dog.

Everyone knew you don't need help for anything. You are one of BSAA's best soldiers. Yet, Piers says otherwise. "I can lift you up." As he cups his hands lowering down his knee. "I'll get you patched up, (Y/N). Hold on." 'Tis a scratch, but okay. "Keep going I'll shoot them down!" He is sharp with his sniper and somehow catches the ones you didn't notice they were there. Eventually, this change of heart was getting out of hand when it was a lot more work than usual when Piers was not interacting and helping with the others...maybe he's doing them on purpose?

There's no way. "Piers, I appreciate the guidance, but the team needs you too. I can do this by myself." He maintains his composure to not snap at you,"Listen...I know it can be tiresome doing everything on your own and being the best soldier is a trademark, but you need me-" You laughed. Laughed both in amusement and the audacity of him. You barely laughed. Not with anyone besides Jake. "I need you? As if. Piers, you despised me like I am nothing, but a waste of space in the beginning and now...you follow me like a lost puppy." He stood frozen, speechless, and you went back on moving with the rest.

After that, he was back to his old self. It made you miss it-just a little though. You got your rhythm back again. However, each member was dead. One by one. Sure, you have lost many soldiers (which is why you started to work alone, but changed to be called for emergencies), but this one hurt. There were times you tried to stop crying from breaking down. It's been a while you haven't cried. That's until the B.O.W was going to drown you three left. You tried to save Chris from it strangling the soul out of him. The monster ended up slapping you away as you flew across the room causing your head to be heavy, vision blurry, and ears ringing. Piers shouts out your name and he looks back at Chris and well...you knew what he had to do.

He ended up being injected with the virus. He saved you both. But, you were bleeding tremendously. You're slowly dying. Chris was getting the sphere tube ready for the three of you to escape. Piers was sat down by Chris' help and you were next to Piers. You were groaning in pain and all you could do was lean against Piers for support. Piers smiles softly staring at you, but would be stopped by his arm triggering pain and slowly losing his power against it. "I'm going to get you both out of here. I promise. Come on, Piers." Only for Piers to give him his BSAA badge and your dog tags. He closes the tube on him as Chris tries to break the glass, but could not.

This was a perfect romance for the both of you. Both of you dying together was probably the best option he thought. You were laying down as you were drifting away. You only caught a glimpse of him walking towards you, kneels down, and his non-infected hand caressing your blood stained cheek,"P-Piers..what are you-" You try to talk only to close them as you let out your last breathe, feeling his lips on yours as you passed away...

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[wil-o-wispy]

The Wife, the Lover, and the Bastard Son - Part 4

Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (he'll be in the next part)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (You are here) | Part 5

Summary: Your past comes back to haunt you in more ways than you thought possible.

Contents: Major spoilers for RE6, canon typical violence/swearing, mentions of blood being drawn, improper use of a syringe as an improvised weapon, angsty Jake content, angsty plot content, descriptions of blood and violence, dialogue heavy chapter. Reader is referred to as 'Doc' and is the wife of (dead) Albert Wesker and is a former Umbrella scientist.

a/n: Hey peeps. It's me ya boi. I regret nothing for the events that are about to unfold. Thanks for reading :)

w/c: 10.8k+

There is no feasible way out of the cell that you’re confined in. After an indiscernible amount of time being unconscious from the gas released in the specimen room, you woke up here. As far as prisons go, it’s not half bad; a spacious white chamber with a basic cot with white sheets in the middle of the room. In the corner across from it is a security camera with a red light. What makes this room different from your handful of previous kidnapping quarters, are the metal shutters to the right of the entrance to the room that takes up the entirety of the wall. Given the room you were in reminded you of chambers for infected test subjects, there was a likely chance you were being observed through the camera on the other side of the wall.

There’s a second difference as well. You woke up with the crook of your arm wrapped in gauze and a cotton swab. These people had drawn blood from you while you were knocked out. Probably to test if you were compatible for the new virus you’re sure they’re making.

All you can do is wait and see if you’re right.

You aren’t too worried about your involuntary confinement. Not yet anyway. These people evidently want you alive and in one piece. You’re not too sure if Jake would be given the same courtesy though. If he was as skilled as he said he was, you would be willing to bet he was already long gone. If that boy had any sense, he would be trying to find a radio right now to signal for help.

You don’t have to wait too long with your thoughts. A short time after, you hear white noise hum from the speaker and the familiar higher pitched male voice echoes around the chamber.

“Good day, Dr. Wesker.” The voice is the same one you heard from the thin silhouetted man when you first arrived. He speaks in a slow, deliberate tone.

“Hello.” You answer back looking directly into the camera, keeping your tone neutral.

“I understand you had a little -detour- on the way to your room.”

“I did.”

“I would encourage you not to indulge in your wanderlust again, but you strike me as the type to take that as a challenge.”

You narrow your eyes at the camera and purse your lips. You don’t want to give anything away that would confirm the man’s assumption is correct. When you continue to be silent, the man speaks again.

“Forgive me, we haven’t made a proper introduction. I am Youju, one of the head researchers for Neo Umbrella. Welcome to my facility.”

You can’t find it in you to even care who he is. It doesn’t matter in the grand scope of things. As far as you’re concerned, Umbrella (or Neo Umbrella) was still just a terrorist organization that made bioorganic weapons. You don’t care about the specifics of what that means unless it’s relevant to preventing an outbreak.

“Will you just cut to the chase?”

There’s a pause from the speaker. “Pardon?”

You sigh and cross your arms, still looking into the camera. “I’ve done this song and dance multiple times and I have no patience for the dramatics anymore. What do you want?”

Silence from the speaker. You let out an annoyed huff.

“Do you have a new virus you want to test out on me? An old one you revamped? I’ve been proposed with job offers before but I’m letting you know right now-”

“No, no miss. Your purpose here today is much more… personal.”

That can’t be good.

“So I’m here for revenge? You’re going to have to specify. Albert had a lot of enemies, and I couldn’t be bothered to keep up with them.”

“You misunderstand what I mean when I say personal.” You can hear an underlying tone of deviousness in that statement. Youju continues.

“Tell me doctor, how have I gone all these years without knowing Albert Wesker had a son?”

You stand in stunned silence. Wesker? A father? The thought makes you want to laugh in disbelief. The only thing that stops you from doing so is the confidence in Youju’s voice.

What kind of ploy is this?

Is he trying to get you to admit a secret you don’t even have? You spend the next few moments thinking over what the man had just said, when you hear him tap the mic, which results in your ears being assaulted with high pitched feedback and you reflexively covering your ears.

“I’m not a patient man, doctor. Answer me.” Youju’s words are drawn out with a mocking, sing-song voice.

You lower your hands and stare directly into the camera, making a conscious effort to keep your tone even. “We never had any kids.”

Silence falls over the chamber again. Long enough that you think Youju must have left. However, you hear his voice again, but this time you hear a smile in his words.

“… well this is quite an interesting development. I have someone I want to introduce you to. Mrs. Wesker.”

The tone in his voice clearly indicates he doesn’t believe you.

A deep metallic click sounds through the chamber before the metal shutters next to you begin to raise themselves up, groaning their whole journey to the ceiling. As they ascend, the shutters reveal a window to another room. Although surprisingly, there aren’t any Neo Umbrella personnel behind the glass. Instead, the panels reveal an identical chamber to yours, except it’s Jake on the other side of the glass sitting on the bed and leaning on his knees. The bottoms of his pants are covered in dark mud, a part of his sleeve looks scorched, and there’s a sizeable gash on his temple that had scabbed over next to his buzzed ginger hair. Blood that has long since dried had trickled down next to the large diagonal scar on the left side of his face. In other words, he’s much worse for wear than the last time you saw him. Whoever came into the room to investigate the alarm really did a number on him.

You see a discarded bundle of gauze with a slightly bloody cotton ball in Jake’s room. These people took blood from him too.

That grating voice over the loudspeaker interrupts your thoughts.

“Mr. Muller! I hope you’re finding your accommodations acceptable.”

Acceptable was a stretch, but at least your rooms had the bare necessities. You can’t say the same for your past accommodations with other organizations.

Jake shrugs and leans back, taking a look around the room. You hear his voice come from a hidden speaker near the window.

“Not bad, asshole. Feels like I’m shacking up at the Shitz Carlton.”

You would have smiled at that if that nagging sense of familiarity from earlier wasn’t still wracking your brain.

Where have I seen him before?

Youju quips back with that knowing tone over the speaker. “Even when cornered in the lion’s den, you still have something witty to bite back with. Just like your father so I’m told.”

Jake’s carefree demeanor grows more rigid; shoulders squared, clenched jaw and sharpened expression. The man’s family is a sensitive subject.

“Where are my manners? Dr. Wesker have you had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Muller?”

It was hard to tell, but you could have sworn you saw Jake perk up at hearing your dreaded last name. You stare at him a moment longer.

“Can’t say I have before today.”

“Really? Are you certain?” The way Youju says that makes it seems like he’s trying to make you doubt an obvious answer to a trivia question. You stare at Jake, and he stares back, unblinking.

You turn back towards the camera.

“I would remember the scar. I haven’t met this man.”

“Interesting. Why don’t you look closer?”

The man from the speaker obviously wants to get some sort of point across to you, so you humor him. Sighing and shifting your weight, you turn to Jake. You look past the grime, the evidence of fights lost, and modern clothes.

You look at his face, his eyes…

You stop breathing.

You thought about what Youju had said before. Albert Wesker had a son.

Your mind races with a cacophony of scrambled thoughts over the next few seconds.

How did these people figure out Wesker had a son before you did? He looks like him. How did he go this long without being discovered? It’s likely Jake’s blood is special like Albert’s, so they’d want a promising candidate for virus injections. Who is his mother?

You don’t know where it comes from in the moment, but all you can picture is a displeased Albert holding a ginger headed baby, with his nice work shirt covered in spit up while another woman takes a picture and laughs.

It starts as a giggle, but the longer you think about this scenario, the more ridiculous the thought becomes and the harder it becomes to keep your shoulders still.

“So tell me doctor, what are your thoughts?” Youju replies smugly, waiting for your response.

You can’t help it. You start laughing like an insane woman. Jake’s existence was the cherry on top of an already stressful situation. Your body is exhausted from the journey here, you’re still processing the emotional whiplash from seeing and destroying the Uroboros sample, you’re mentally and emotionally done with everything that could possibly relate to Wesker and now you find out he has a son that isn’t yours? You just find the whole situation so absurd that you can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

It's clear that Youju doesn’t find your reaction amusing. His tone is cold and controlled when he speaks next. “Enlighten me Wesker, what could possibly be so funny?”

When you finally catch your breath, you look at the camera again with tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.

“This… establishment is really scraping the bottom of the barrel for bright and promising imbeciles, aren’t they?”

Silence, then the sound of a throat being cleared.

“Oh really? And why is that?”

Youju’s voice is flat. Controlled. You had struck something sensitive, and you intend to use it to your advantage to get a moment alone with Jake.

“Because this is ridiculous! Albert Wesker? A father- his father? Are we talking about the same Wesker?”

“His blood sample suggests otherwise-”

“And how do you know that exactly?”

Silence.

You let out a deranged cackle.

“I think I understand now. You found this stranger helping me in the middle of your ocean getaway, you thought he looked like Wesker, and your only plausible conclusion was that he has to be my son. So you’re comparing his DNA to mine because Wesker’s genome is impossible to find. Is that it?”

Youju struggles to stay composed under a guise of false confidence.

“Well we… any reputable institution would confirm hypotheses by… conducting their own independent tests and gathering their samples directly from the source.”

You hum and step a little closer to the camera.

“You know, Umbrella used to check their homework before going through the trouble of kidnapping persons of interest. Just goes to show that the copy is always going to be a letdown from the original.” You made sure to look straight into the camera when you say that, and it has the desired effect.

“You…I-I’ll know you’re lying one way or another soon Wesker!” Unlike before, there was no trace of confident humor. Instead, the voice spits out the words with prideful fury.

“Then by all means, do it. Waste everyone’s time. Hell, I’ll even volunteer for another blood sample when it comes back negative.”

It’s silent for a long time until the white noise from the speaker cuts out and all you can hear is the fluorescent lights above you.

You hear a muffled voice on the other side of the glass. “Hey Wesker!” Youju must have switched off the window speaker.

You let out a sharp breath through your nose. You turn to the window. Jake stands there, forearm resting on the glass above his head and observing you like a slide under a microscope. “Like I told you before, just Doc is fine.” You respond, annoyed.

You look up at the camera and see its beady red light still trained on you. You look between the camera and Jake. No use being stealthy. You walk over to the window with a determined look on your face, already in problem solving mode.

“We both know that test is going to come back negative.”

“Uh huh… and?” Jake responds, unimpressed.

“Personnel are going to come back eventually for another sample. Make it count and make it hurt although based on your current state-” You gesture to Jakes muddy and burnt clothes. “-your technique needs some work.”

Jake scowls. “My ‘technique’ is just fine.”

“Then prove me wrong.”

It doesn’t take too long for your assumption to come true. After a long stretch of time that you try to fill by pacing your room, you hear several sets of footsteps outside the room. A moment later, you see two men in lab coats accompanied by one guard armed with an electric baton and one armed with a pistol enter Jake’s room on the other side of the glass. 

Jake deals with them in a similar quick and efficient fashion to what you saw before when you first met him, except his moves are much more violent and incensed. Nothing like the cool and confident rescuer you first thought him to be.

The men in lab coats gesture for Jake to roll up his sleeve. Jake complies and one of the men puts a band on his upper arm to cut off blood flow. When the other man goes to do the blood draw, Jake grabs the syringe and plunges it into the man’s eye, causing to scream in pain and stumble back. The other scientist is frozen in fear as the two guards spring into action. The guard with the baton reaches Jake first, but he’s prepared to duck under the guard’s wide swing and he easily kicks the guard’s feet out from under him in one graceful move. As soon as the guard’s body hits the floor, Jake wastes no time grabbing the back of his head and chin and forcing his neck to an unnatural angle, immediately making the guard go limp.

The other guard is yelling something in that unfamiliar language while pointing his gun at Jake, but Jake doesn’t even acknowledge it as he charges at him with full speed. The guard is only able to shoot once, barely missing his shot, before Jake unleashes a flurry of blows, his skill in hand-to-hand combat evident in the way he dodges all the guard’s attempts at defense with ease.

While Jake is busy with the other guard, the remaining scientist finally comes to his senses and begins to run out of the room. But by the time he makes it to the door of Jake’s chamber, Jake has already disarmed and shot the other guard in the head. By the time the scientist opens the door, Jake has already lined his shot up perfectly and shoots the scientist dead in his tracks, blood leaking from the bullet wound on the back of his head.

The sight in the other room is grisly, but nothing you’re not already used to from the lifestyle you’ve lived. Once the last scientist is taken care of, you knock on the window to get Jake’s attention. He turns to you, breathing heavily and ripping off the rubber armband from earlier.

“Grab all their keycards! Can’t hurt to have them just in case.”

Jake nods and grabs the keycards from all the bodies, then exits the room. Shortly after, there’s a ping from your door and it opens to reveal Jake on the other side of it.

“Let me see?” You request, briskly walking outside the room and holding out your hand for the keycards. Jake plops them in your hand, looking at you closely. You ignore it and flip through the keycards, trying to discern security level but failing because the only difference between the two are the colors; red for the scientists and black for the guards. You halve them and give one of each back to Jake, which he pockets. He’s still holding the pistol he got from the guard at his side.

“Guess we’ll find out which have higher clearance when the time comes.”

Jake is still looking at you with that analyzing expression. “So you-” Jake is interrupted by an ear piercing alarm and the room is bathed in a foreboding red light.

“Time to move!” Jake grabs your upper arm before you can protest and runs out a door and down the hallway, half dragging you behind him while you struggle to keep up with his pace. You don’t know where you’re running to and Jake doesn’t appear to know either. You both keep running until you reach a four-way hallway where the alarm isn’t as loud and the lights are normal. Jake pauses, taking a moment before deciding where to run. You take the opportunity to yank your arm back, rubbing away the sting of Jake’s harsh grip.

“Wait, why aren’t there any guards? Or people?” You say, not quite sure where to go. Maybe it’s residual memories from working at Umbrella, but seeing the nearly identical hallways so empty is setting off alarm bells in your head.

“That’s what you’re worried about right now?” Jake replies, irritated, taking a few steps to look down one of the hallways trying to decide where to go while he holds his pistol defensively, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

“There’s no people! You don’t find that weird?”

“We’ve got bigger problems right now!” Jake snaps, looking at you with a cold stare. Not a second later, the ear-piercing alarm cries overhead and the lights flick to red.

“We’re going left.” Jake says, running down the left hallway with you tailing right behind him. As you’re running, you notice the grating on the floor.

You realize it’s like the flooring in the specimen room, and suddenly more details about this place make sense.

There’re no people around because they use the knockout gas as a security measure.

The guards wear gas masks so they don’t lose consciousness during breaches.

The alarms and lights warn employees to get to a safe place or avoid the area.

Unfortunately, you put all of this together in the middle of the hallway when the security doors at both ends light up red, rise up from the floor, and close with loud metallic clicks. You hear loud hissing from below you, and you realize with dreaded clarity that the hallway is starting to fill up with gas.

You quickly scan the hallway and see a door with a red marking on it like the one on the scientist keycard.

“Red door on your right! Move it!” You command, already running to the door, keycard in hand.

You don’t need to tell Jake twice. Jake wastes no time dashing into the suggested room once you scan the card. You follow Jake into the room right on his heels. The second you’re through the threshold of the door, you scan the keycard to close the door and engage the emergency lock, emergency protocols drilled into your head from your time at Umbrella taking over. The door beeps and hisses shut just in time to cut off the gas from invading the room you and Jake just entered. The room appears to be some kind of office with several desks around the room. The alarm on the other side of the door is barely heard in this room. You’re safe. For now.

You take a shaky and labored breath while leaning against the door, trying to get your bearings.

Too close.

Your break is quickly interrupted by an accusatory comment from Jake. “You knew him well, huh?”

You stay silent and finally look at Jake. His expression is a cocktail of anger and frustration, even as he’s trying to catch his breath. You glance at Jake’s hand by his side; he’s gripping his pistol tightly and his face is grim and cold. It doesn’t help that you’re looking at Jake with an exasperated and annoyed look.

“You of all people should know why I don’t freely give out my last name.”

You give Jake a ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look and Jake tightens his grip on his pistol as he lifts it a few inches like he’s thinking about aiming it. A few seconds pass and Jake takes a deep breath as he sheathes the pistol.

“Fair enough. But I have questions.”

You let out a crazed laugh and start to feverishly pace the room, still in disbelief at the sudden appearance of your husband’s bastard child. “I’m sure you do! I’ve sure as hell got some!” Your tone comes off as angry, but in reality you’re frustrated.

“I’m not too happy he’s my dad either lady!”

“That’s not- ugh. I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you. You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s just-” You take a breath and try to relax your shoulders, so you don’t snap at Jake again. “The B.S.A.A. and I have a deal. I tell them everything I know, and I help their scientists deal with bioterrorism. In exchange, I’m supposed to get protection and they keep me in the loop. Simple right? But then-” You stop pacing and gesture to Jake. “-I get kidnapped, again, and I find out my dead husband has a whole ass… grown… child! In their organization! That’s a pretty major development if you ask me!”

You stop pacing the room and plop down in a chair and put your head in your hands, then run your hands through your hair. What else aren’t the B.S.A.A telling you? What isn’t Chris telling you? Did he know about this? He has to. You haven’t done anything to your knowledge to warrant them keeping something this big from you. Did they think you’d not take the news well? Take it out on Jake? Leak the information out of misplaced anger for Albert being with another woman?

“I don’t care what kind of bullshit deal you’ve got with the Bioterrorism Boy Scouts. I’ve got questions and I think considering everything, I deserve some fucking answers.” Jake’s steely look from the chamber is trained directly on you.

“You-” You stop. You’re about to tell him now isn’t the time and that you both need to prioritize finding a radio to call for help and come up with an exit plan, but you don’t. You can’t deny that you want to know more about Jake. He’s rightfully demanding answers about a father he presumably never knew. You know the B.S.A.A hasn’t been forthcoming about new information to you, so they probably haven’t disclosed much to Jake. You also know they won’t be too pleased about you spilling top secret intel about Albert to his son.

“You’re right. He’s your dad, you deserve to know. You didn’t hear this from me, okay? I don’t need more reasons for B.S.A.A.’s finest to dislike me.”

Jake silently looks at you, then nods his head. “Deal.”

You nod back. “Alright. You first.”

Jake leans against the wall, looking at you with a serious expression. “What kind of man was Albert Wesker?”

You look at him, confused. “I’m assuming you already know what kind of man he was.”

“I do. I’ve heard a hell of a lot about my old man, but not from the woman who knew him best. What kind of man was he?”

“An intelligent psychopath with a god complex.” You pause. “Well... the god complex came later. But still.”

“Intelligent? That’s not what I heard.”

“What did you hear then?”

“That he was crazy and he tried to destroy the world.” Jakes voice drips with disdain.

“Crazy and intelligent aren’t mutually exclusive traits. Are you positive that these people didn’t know who you were before they tested your blood?”

Even with everything that had just happened, you still couldn’t wrap your head around why you were brought here. To your knowledge, Neo Umbrella didn’t know Jake existed before an hour ago, let alone know that he was Albert’s son. How they knew he was Albert’s son is still unclear to you since his genome is highly classified information. The man on the speaker said your purpose here was personal but didn’t give any indication that it was related to revenge. What did he mean by that? How does this all connect?

“Hundred percent. If he was like that, why’d you marry him then?” Jake’s tone is accusatory, and a scowl that eerily reminds you of Albert adorns his face.

You’re annoyed with the one-word answer and his tone, but you keep your feelings to yourself. You know Jake has complicated feelings when it comes to his father, and he’s dead. You’re the next best thing when it comes to closure. After a moment you calmly and neutrally respond to Jakes question.

“When I first met him, I thought he was a very different man. Sure, he was stoic, cold and all business at the Umbrella Labs, but with me he was romantic, charismatic, and thoughtful." You feel like Jake’s gaze is piercing into your soul, so you look away and stare at the ground instead. “Three years I thought that. Then the mansion incident happened, and everything changed for the worse.”

“Romantic? Hmph. Yeah sure…”

You frown and let out a resigned sigh, shoulders slumping in the process, and you respond in a tired tone. “Has there ever been anyone in your life that you trusted with your whole being and they ended up being someone you didn’t even recognize?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jake cross his arms and scowl become more prominent. Another sensitive subject. You move on.

“He was unfathomably good at making you believe he was someone else. He did it with me. He did it with his S.T.A.R.S. squad at R.P.D. He even did it to Umbrella. In the end, he was just a power-starved monster.”

“R.P.D? He was a cop too?”

You turn your head back towards Jake in surprise. You would have thought that Albert’s previous jobs were easy pieces of information to get ahold of, but then again, Jake may have not cared enough to know. Jake’s expression is still unreadable apart from his voice dripping with contempt as he asked that question. You keep your answer clinical and to the point. “Yeah. He was a scientific prodigy and worked at Umbrella as a researcher really young. Then one of his projects stalled and he became an Umbrella spy and worked in the U.S. Army and then became the captain of the Rescue Service at the police station. After that: bioterrorist.”

You stop and wait for any follow up questions. When Jake only continues to stare you down, you ask your next question.

“Who knows that he’s your father?”

“Couple of guys in the B.S.A.A. and a handful of government agents. Everyone else who knew is dead. What happened after the Mansion Incident? Between you two? There has to be more to that story.” Jakes expression grows darker and more serious.

The thought crosses your mind that you should lie about how you felt, but you have a feeling that you needed to be open with Jake. He deserves the truth, no matter how unpleasant the answer will be.

“I was devastated. When what was left of his team returned from that mansion, I simply didn't want to believe it. I didn't even know he worked for the R.P.D. before that day, and they’re telling me he led his team to die at a mansion in the mountains with a secret Umbrella lab I didn’t know existed? The whole thing sounded crazy." You stop and choose your next words delicately before continuing.

"You have to understand that I loved him at the time. I was in denial. I was mourning. I didn't know he survived the mansion until the Racoon City incident. He could have let me die in Racoon when everything went to shit but he didn't. Instead, he sent a mercenary after me to rescue me and kept me with him until he was killed."

Jake gives you a long look when you finish, his eyes fixed and unblinking. You can tell he’s digesting your every word as his jaw tenses and his knuckles whiten from the force of his fists clenching with his arms are still crossed.

“… so he saved you?”

His voice is icy, and there’s a dangerous edge to his tone that you’ve never heard before. Each word sounds like it’s taking great effort to force out. “Why?”

A pang of fear goes through you at his change of tone. You hit something sensitive, and you don��t even know what it is, which only makes you more nervous. “I don’t have a good answer for that.” Your voice comes out softer than you intend, but you do a good job of masking how intimidated you are by Jake in the moment. Logically, you know he’s probably not going to fly off the handle and do anything to you, but his eyes and expressions are so similar to Albert’s that it’s instinctively putting you on edge.

Unless Albert told you directly, knowing the inner workings of his mind was a challenging task even for you. You’d asked yourself that question and reflected on a possible answer countless times over the years, and each time you came to a slightly different conclusion. On the occasional day where you really missed your marriage before the Mansion Incident, you thought he may have been fond of you in some way. On days like this, your theories were a bit more realistic. You were a means to an end.

Either way, Jake’s eyes are boring into your soul as he’s waiting for you to answer his question.

“At the time, I thought it was because he loved me. But now-” You pause for a moment, desperately trying to gather your thoughts to present them in a way that won’t upset Jake further. “-I have two theories. Either he saw me as an asset with my virology knowledge and kept me close just in case, or he just saw me as something that was his. He almost always used possessives when he addressed me. My darling, my dear, my love. That kind of thing.”

Jake remains silent and his body language still has that edge to it like a cord dangerously close to snapping. You opt to ask a more neutral question.

“How long have you known about Wesker?”

“A year. So he saw you as an asset? You helped him with his plans?”

“No! Fuck no. He definitely wanted me to, but I refused every single time. I still looked at all the lab results and things the he left laying out to stay up to date on what he was planning, but I never gave him feedback.”

“If you refused, why the hell did he keep you around?” Another accusatory, but valid question. Albert wasn’t exactly the forgiving type if he didn’t get what he wanted.

“I think he thought he could wear me down or change my mind eventually. I work fast. I’m good at seeing patterns and remembering small details. My guess is that he didn’t want to get rid of me if there was the possibility of me being useful.” You catch yourself becoming slightly defensive, so you make a conscious effort to reel your emotions in before you ask Jake your question. “Where’d you grow up?”

“Edonia. If you were so against helping him, then why did you stay, huh?”

You’re starting to feel anger boil up in you.

“I was just happy to have my husband back at first! I tried leaving when I realized what he wanted to do. I really did. But by the time I took off the rose colored glasses, I’d seen too much and I was either locked up or he had someone babysitting me so I couldn’t run off. And Edonia? Really? That’s a long way from the U.S. Is that where your mom’s from?”

“Why do you care, huh?” Jake snaps at you, fire in his eyes and nostrils flaring.

You’re slightly taken aback with Jake’s combative response. “Because if anyone finds out she’s associated with Wesker in any way, she’s going to be in danger and needs protection.”

“Don’t need it. She’s dead.” Jake’s face holds no traces of relaxed cockiness like earlier. His expression has morphed into an explosive combination of wrath and pain. “And you know why? Because daddy dearest wasn’t there to pay for her medical bills. He walked out and didn’t fucking look back, yet she still acted like he was this exceptional man who could do no wrong.”

The atmosphere of the room is thick with tension. Even through Jake is a few feet away still leaning on the desk, you feel small and defenseless sitting in your office chair. You feel like the energy in the room could snap at any moment, so you keep your tone sympathetic, but firm.

“I’m sorry about your mom. But you need to believe me when I tell you that you are lucky he was never in your lives-“

“Lucky? That psychopath sent someone to a city that was tearing itself apart to save you but couldn’t send a damn check to save my mom?”

You’ve been patient throughout this whole exchange, and you were resigned to be Jake’s verbal punching bag. But suggesting Albert would have helped Jake’s mother without consequences? That’s the final straw that inevitably makes you lose your composure.

“Did you grow up feeling loved?” The question is sudden. Blurted without thinking of what could come after.

Jake’s angered expression morphs into confusion. “What?”

You know you’re playing with fire with this line of questioning, but you don’t see any other option that will be as effective. “Did your mother… tell you she loved you, make sure you had your coat before leaving the house? Hug you goodbye? Tell you bedtime stories?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Did she?” You don’t back down. You need to make him understand.

“Yeah! She did!”

You nodded. “Good! You wouldn’t have gotten that with Albert. Far from it!”

“Oh yeah? And why do you think that Doc?”

“Is that your question?”

“Answer it.” Jake spits, anger boiling to the surface.

“Do you know anything about Project W?”

You take the silence as a no and continue.

“Albert was a product of one of Oswald Spencer’s projects, founder of Umbrella, headed by Dr. William Wesker. It was a eugenics-based plan to create a race of more intelligent, more fit more whatever superhumans. Your father was essentially raised in a lab.”

You pause to make sure Jake is following your words and keep going.

“There were hundreds of kids in this program. When they were adults, Spencer weeded out a group of thirteen including your father. All of them were given the progenitor virus whether willingly or unknowingly, and only Albert and another woman I’ve never met survived. Albert was the only one who gained superhuman abilities.”

Jake is silent for a moment, then responds, “When you say willingly or unknowingly-”

“Some of these kids didn’t know they were in the program.”

Silence.

“That is where your father came from. You want to know what kind of man he was? He was opportunistic and manipulative. I have no doubt that he would have used you as a guinea pig just like he was. He would have framed it in a way that made it look like he was doing what was best for you too. If he had stayed in your life, you would have been living in a lab waiting for him to shove a needle in your vein as a bonding activity.”

More silence. Jake’s expression is unreadable, but he doesn’t appear angry like before. His eyebrows are scrunched together and he looks at the floor, deep in thought. 

“Jake?” You say, gently. He doesn’t respond.

“Jake. Please look at me.” You try again a little louder, and he turns his head to look at you, Albert’s - Jake’s - pale blue eyes look more understanding.

“Do you understand everything I just told you?”

“Yeah. I just-” Jake pauses. “I don’t know what I was expecting to hear, but it wasn’t that.”

You nod and give him a sympathetic look. “I know it doesn’t make it better, but I don’t think he knew you existed. He would have seen you as an asset and tried to find you otherwise.”

Jake doesn’t say anything, but he nods his head to let you know he heard you.

“Loving him came at a price. Be thankful for the anonymity you have.”

“What was your price?”

Everything.

“My future.” Jake looks at you with an eyebrow raised, so you continue. “Because of the relationship I had with him, it’s impossible to live a normal life. I’ve tried, but there will always be people trying to find me to recruit me or kill me because of that.” You say this off-handedly. You’ve become used to this kind of life to the point where happenings like this feel routine.

You and Jake sit in silence. Jake’s presence doesn’t emit that aura of anger anymore.

“That’s not fair to you.”

You give Jake a wry smile.

“It’s not fair that he’s your father. We can’t change the past. But we can try to make the future a bit less shitty.” You quip.

Jake chuckles a little at that comment, and his smirk finally returns.

“You’re not-” Jake stops, and you wait for him to finish, “-how I expected you to be.”

“…thanks?” You reply, not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

Jake snorts at your comment. “And uh… sorry I got heated for a minute there.”

You give Jake a dismissive wave. “Hey, it’s not the first time I’ve gotten my ass chewed out because of Wesker, and it’s not going to be the last. At least yours was warranted. You love your mom. I can’t fault you for that.”

“Appreciate it.” Jake replies, his smirk disappearing after a moment.

“I’ve got one more… personal question.” Jake looks at you, a dark intensity to his gaze.

You nod. ”Go for it. You deserve to know.”

“Do you have any children?” After a long, silent pause, Jake’s eyes lose their intensity and he gives you a small, sympathetic look.

You give Jake a sad smile. “No. No we… everything I said before about bonding activities? That’s not anecdotal. Just conjecture. Just-“ You gesture to Jake. “You.”

That I know of.

You clear your throat. “How old are you, by the way? I’m just curious-”

“You don’t need to finish that, I get it. Twenty.”

“You look older.”

“Mercenary work and a civil war will do that to ya.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay.”

You shift in your seat from the awkward turn of events and say your thoughts out loud. “Let’s see…” You do the math in your head. “That would’ve been ’92. I met him in ’95. We got married in ’97...”

“And everything with Umbrella went to shit in ’98.” Jake finishes.

You feel the side of your mouth curl into a half smile. “You’ve done your homework.”

The alarm outside the room suddenly stops, and you hear a hissing noise from the hallway outside. You look to the door, then back at Jake. “I’ll tell you more later. We gotta get moving.”

You stand up from your chair and check the panel on the door. Still red. It’s going to take a minute or two for the gas to filter out of the hallway. You look over your shoulder at Jake.

“Did you end up finding that sample by the way? Or a way to contact the Tokyo base?”

Jake frowns and checks his pistol. “No, but I have a better idea of where those things could be.”

 You sigh and shake your head. “Better than nothing, I guess. Any theories?”

Jake shrugs. “Half this place used to be a military base and the other half an Umbrella lab that’s had some renovations. The old lab holds the old samples-”

“So the newer part of the lab should have the new samples and the military part should have a radio?”

Jake smirks and points at you. “If everything goes right, we’ll be outta here by sunset.”

The office door panel beeps and lights up green. You smile and slide the red card and the door swooshes open. You look back to Jake. “I like the sound of that. Let’s go.”

As you both walk back out into the hallway, you notice it’s still eerily empty. However, the security doors are still engaged at both ends of the hallway. You and Jake walk over to the door you were heading through before the lockdown. You scan the red keycard and it declines. You huff and scan the black keycard, and you hear the lock disengage and the security doors split open and return their respectful halves to the floor and ceiling. You look at the black keycard with a stern look as Jake walks though.

“Only guards can open security doors? That sounds like a shitshow waiting to happen.”

“You an expert on security now too? C’mon we’ve got a schedule to-”

Jake is cut off by a loud buzzer, followed by the security doors slamming shut so you and Jake are on opposite sides. Jake hurries up to the doors and looks at you through one of the small windows in the middle.

“What the hell? Try the card again maybe it’s a timer thing.”

You scan the black card again, but it returns an error message. You shake your head in annoyance, but then it turns into concern when you hear shouting and footsteps from the direction of the observation rooms you were held in.

“It’s giving me an error message. Try yours on that side!” You shout at Jake through the door.

You see Jake’s face as he scans the panel on his side but based on how Jake grits his teeth in frustration he’s probably not having any better luck than you. You hear shouting and footsteps growing louder. Jake notices and tries to pry open the security doors with his hands. You scan the red card again, but it also returns an error message.

“Shit! Jake, they know which cards we took and deactivated them. They’re no good!”

You throw down the cards and take a few steps back to get a better look at the hallway to find an alternate route or some structural weakness in the door arch, but you notice nothing. The sounds of guards shouting and running are getting even closer. Your only chance of getting out of here is Jake. He can’t be here when you’re ultimately discovered.

You hurry back up to one of the windows on the security door to shout at Jake. “You need to go, now!”

Jake ignores you and keeps looking for purchase on the door, but it’s too smooth to get a decent grip to pull it open.

“Jake!” You scold.

Jake pauses to look at you, scowling.

“They obviously want me alive I’ll be fine. You find that sample and radio for help. I’ll stall for as long as I can.”

Jake’s scowl on his face deepens as he tries to open the mechanical door again, but his efforts are fruitless. He finally slams a hand on the door and lets out an annoyed huff and looks back at you through the window.

“You’re sure you’ll be fine on your own?”

More yelling and bangs echo down the hall.

“More than likely, yes. Just be quick about it. I’d rather not be a lab rat if I can help it.”

Jake takes one more analyzing look at the door and gives you a curt nod, clearly not happy with the new set of circumstances.

“Don’t say anything that’ll piss em’ off more.”

“No promises, now go!”

You turn around at the sound of the opposite security door opening, and you hear Jake’s footsteps grow further and further before they disappear and are replaced with the stomping of a battalion of gas masked soldiers. A group of eight quickly block off your only exit and train their semi-automatic TMP’s on you. Seeing as you’re heavily outnumbered, you put your hands up in surrender.

As you do, a wiry man a little taller than you walks leisurely through the intimidating crowd of masked faces. He wears a suit under a pristine white lab coat and looks at you with cold eyes through a pair of square glasses.

“Where is Muller, Doctor?”

You recognize the lilting voice immediately. This is Youju. Your immediate impression is that he’s much too young to be the director of this facility. But then again, Umbrella is chock full of young prodigies. Time to buy Jake some time.

“I could care less about where he went. As I told you before, he’s not my son.”

“I see.” Youju walks a few steps past the line of guards towards you and looks at the mechanical door behind you, skeptical.

“Why stop here Dr. Wesker? Why this door?”

“Because your security system needs some work. It closed and it can’t be opened.” You reply, curtly.

“Then why didn’t you run?”

“I’ve been in enough scrapes to know when I’ve been backed into a corner.” It’s not a lie. Even though your main goal is to distract these people, you know when you’re beat. Especially when you have an overwhelming handful of guns trained on you.

Youju frowns. “You still haven’t answered my question. Where. Is. Muller?”

“I. Don’t. Know. We went our separate ways when it became convenient.” You reply condescendingly, already tired of answering Youju’s questions.

Youju narrows his eyes at you, calculating his response. “Very well then. Since you’re so keen on seeing what amenities this facility has to offer, allow me to give you a guided tour.”

“I’d rather go back to my room. I’ve had enough cardio for today.”

Youju waves his hand and the guards put their guns down, save for one who quickly positions himself behind you with his gun still aimed at your back. Youju gives you a chilling smile. “I must insist, Doctor.”

As Youju walks back through the crowd of guards, he announces one more command to the crowd of guards.

“Find the other one. Alive. Maim him if you must, but ensure he is brought to me in one piece.”

Not ten minutes later, Youju and his guard lead you deeper into the facility, seemingly with one destination in mind for your guided tour. Youju leads the way in front of you, while the soldier trails behind never once lowering his weapon. He seems to be leading you into the newly renovated parts of the lab. There are no windows into the many rooms you pass so you have no inkling of what could be going on behind closed doors, but Youju ignores all of them in favor of the main lab at the center of the facility.

He scans a white key card and a large lock disengages from the mechanism in the middle of the door, spinning until it’s completely free before the doors finally open to reveal another set of sliding doors. Youju scans the card again and enters with you and the soldier right behind him.

It's a room with several scientists checking over miscellaneous machines and monitors, as well as fridges with multiple different colored chemical substances. All of them periodically glance over their respective stations and into the observation chamber below through the window that takes up the entire expanse of the wall opposite the door. A handful of soldiers line the wall in the back of the room. Youju saunters in and stands by a monitor that flickers to show a different part of the facility every fifteen seconds or so. A microphone stands idly next to it. Youju trains his dark eyes on you, a barely noticeable sly smile on his face.

“Welcome to the inner sanctum, Doctor. I would like your thoughts on my latest and greatest project.”

You cross your arms defiantly and shift your weight with a bored expression on your face. “As I said before, I have no interest in any job you have to offer me.”

“I didn’t offer you employment. I only ask that you take a cursory look. I assure you, he will be of great interest to you.” Youju speaks in that same, know-it-all tone from when you were stuck in your quarters. Like he wants you to figure out his point.

Better yet, who’s ‘he?’

You roll your eyes and humor him.

You look over the consoles and into the chamber below. There are illuminated chambers filled with substances you don’t recognize and over a dozen machines tracking something you can’t discern from this distance. The cylindrical tank in the middle of the room is the focal point of the observation chamber. It glows with a foreboding orange light, illuminating the space in between itself and you. At first, you can’t tell what the tank holds with the light emanating from it shining in your eyes. When your eyes adjust to the light, one by one you notice features of the creature inside; you see the outline of a man. Then notice one of its arms is much longer and darker than the other. The scar tissue across its chest. Then, most devastatingly, disheveled, slicked back blonde hair.

Your heart drops and your annoyed expression shifts into something much more terrified.

“Where… that’s not…”

But it was. Behind the glass in the chamber below was the body of a mutated Albert Wesker floating in a liquid filled chamber. His chest and legs are overtaken by burnt scar tissue, but otherwise look about the same as the last time you saw him; although you don’t like to think about that series of events.

The bomber. The volcano. The helicopter that he almost pulled down into the lava with him. Any one of those scenarios could have easily ended with your death, the world ending or Uroboros in your arm. Not that the three were that different regarding the death part.

 The last time you saw Wesker, he had mutated into the monster he had become on the inside. His snake eyes glowed red, black Uroboros burst from beneath his skin around his eyes, worms of Uroboros completely overtook his chest and arms, which he could stretch to great lengths, and he was altogether consumed by rage. Rage against Chris for besting him once again, rage against himself for underestimating him, and you were certain rage against you for betraying him.

You stare blankly into the chamber as the reality of the situation sets in: Youju went to great lengths to find Albert. You didn’t know how he could have found him after so long, but you knew this man had to mine through volcanic rock at best and perform an underwater excavation of a volcano at worst to exhume him. Whatever he has planned, it can only spell doom for whatever unfortunate soul falls in Albert’s wake. Your body can’t bring itself to move, so you stand frozen by the console of the observation room overlooking the chamber Albert is in.

“The union of Wesker and Uroboros is truly a remarkable miracle of nature,” Youju says smugly, relishing in your shock.

All you can do in the moment is gape at your husband in horror.

“There’s nothing natural about this.” Your voice comes out small. Rattled. Nothing like how you planned when you stepped into this room.

“Natural? That’s a matter of perspective, Doctor. We are seeing evolution in real time.” Youju is enjoying your torment, but there is a pit forming in your stomach that is screaming for you to talk sense into him. You know in your bones that this is a bad idea, but you can’t articulate it into words that will break through to the Director. You knew men like him. He won’t listen until it’s too late, but you try anyway.

“Whatever you’re planning is not worth the consequences you’re going to reap from playing God.” You still stare at Wesker’s peaceful, mutated face.

“I assure you it will be. Your husband is an incredible case study. He was medically dead when we found him, but you know as well as I do that the dead don’t tend to stay that way for long in our profession. Uroboros preserved his brain and nervous system better than any modern medical instrument you or I could have hoped to have at our disposal.” Youju explains with pride.

“Weapon, DNA, or emotional blackmail?” You reply cooly, still staring at Wesker in the chamber below.

“Whichever has the highest bidder. Although I think the value of a subject like him transcends material wealth, so I’ll hold off on an auction for now. I have more pressing plans first.”

You break your gaze from Wesker’s body in the chamber and look at Youju with a cautious expression, curious as to what he means.

“We know his brain is showing activity, but he hasn’t woken up you see. All the regular avenues for breaking comatose states have been exhausted.”

Youju turns to the chamber and puts his hand on the window thoughtfully as he speaks.

“Sure, we could harvest his DNA and easily make our investment in excavating him a drop in the bucket. As you’ve said, his DNA is one in a trillion. But it’s not just his DNA that makes him unique, it’s his mind as well. He was- is- the greatest mind manufactured by man. By Oswald Spencer himself. What I would give to speak with him! To know his thoughts on my research. To continue where Spencer was forced to stop.”

The Director looks away from Wesker and back to you, with a giddy look you know all too well. It’s a dissecting look of a scientist attempting to peel away the mystery of an unsolved problem.

“But then one of my researchers had an interesting hypothesis. This is not a regular subject so normal avenues are more than likely going to prove fruitless. Perhaps Wesker needs a familiar face as an extra incentive to chat with us. Someone who knew him much more personally than anyone else. Someone like you. We’ve already tried recordings of your voice, and they’ve yielded positive results, but not the one’s we’re looking for.”

“The saying ‘you should never meet your heroes,’ definitely applies in this case. You need to quit while you’re ahead. You’re inviting nothing but trouble by indulging this fantasy.” You warn, unable to wipe the look of barely contained terror on your face.

Youju tilts his head and gives you a mocking pout.

“Awww… what’s wrong Dr. Wesker? I thought this would be a happy reunion for you. After all, you survived him. He respected your intellect. It’s not every day that a genius offers his lover a place beside him in a new world. And don’t deny it. I’ve seen the footage of him offering you Uroboros on multiple occasions. I’m not a betting man, but I’d say those weren’t the only times he tried to convince you.”  

“Director, you need to stop-”

“Not until I get what I want.” Youju’s gaze turns cold and he flips a switch on the console in front of you both. A red light above it switches to green. The guard behind you raises his gun to your head. Youju turns his face towards the microphone but keeps his eyes on you.

“Albert Wesker, you have a visitor. A personal visitor. Go ahead and say hello my dear.”

You avoid looking into the chamber and keep your mouth shut while staring down Youju. You would rather die than awaken that monster.

“Your wife is here to see you Dr. Wesker. Mrs. Doctor Wesker, if you know what’s good for you, please speak into the microphone.” The tone the Director uses reminds you of a car salesman; sleazy and said with a gritted smile. Attempting to get you to bend to his will no matter the cost if it gets you to sign the metaphorical dotted line.

When you keep your mouth shut, Youju motions to the guard behind you and you feel the cold steel of the muzzle of the gun on the back of your head. Your breath becomes unsteady, but you stay silent. He needs you. He wouldn’t kill you so quickly when he needs you. You’re sure of it.

“You know I’m not a patient man dear. Speak, or I will make you.” Youju spits out the warning, his patience already wearing thin.

You clench your jaw and stay silent. You fully intend to stay quiet, even though the urge to call Youju a dumb motherfucker is strong. You see a flicker on one of the cameras on Youju’s monitor. A figure. You weren’t going to pay it any mind, but even out of the corner of your eye you recognize the large scar on the side of Jake’s face.

Youju lets out an annoyed huff at your continued silence, currently unaware of Jake’s presence. “I wanted to avoid making this messy, but it seems you’ve left me with no other option.”

Youju turns around and starts to bend down towards a drawer below the monitor. You panic. Jake is your only hope in getting the B.S.A.A. here. You can’t let his stealth go to waste.

“Albert!” You spit out the name without thinking. You already feel sick to your stomach at your choice of action, but it has its intended effect immediately. Youju snaps his attention away from the monitor’s direction and back to you, then back to the chamber, then to a monitor off to the side that you now realize is displaying brainwave activity. His brainwave activity. You hadn’t noticed it before because the brainwaves were barely perceptible, only small mole hills on a nearly straight line. Now, like a rising tide, the red wave on the monitor grows in intensity along with your heartbeat.

Youju stares at the monitor with you in awe, then turns his attention to the chamber while speaking to you. “Go on. Tell him to wake up.”

“Albert dear?” You pause to take a shallow breath of air. The red wave rises higher on the monitor. “I need you to wake up.”

The more the red wave rises, the more animated the other scientists in the room become. Youju most of all. Everyone buzzes with excitement over their machines and data displaying on the screens, but all you can do is stare at Wesker in the chamber with a lump in your throat.

You have an idea on how to get the upper hand. It’s stupid, suicidal, and against everything your brain is telling you not to do, but if it works it’s an almost guaranteed way for these people to lock you in your room again until the B.S.A.A. can get here with proper reinforcements.

“Albert help me they have a gun to my head!”

Almost immediately, beeping sounds emanate from each and every machine in the room. One by one, every piece of machinery has warning lights on their displays and nervous chattering erupts from the scientists. The red wave on the brainwave monitor devolves into jittery valleys and peaks. You see Wesker in his water chamber twitching, and his peaceful face morph into an angered scowl that you know all too well.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Youju scolds as he switches off the microphone. He grabs your shoulder in a tight grip and walks you back closer to the door away from the window seemingly the only one not concerned with the sudden uptick in activity on the monitors and more peeved at your little stunt.

“That’s enough from you for now Doctor.��� He turns his attention to the guard behind you. “Take her back to-”

Youju’s command is interrupted by the sound of glass cracking, a rush of water and metal screeching in the chamber below. Youju’s eyes grow wide and he immediately rushes back over to the window. He turns his head to say something, but before he’s able to, a pipe breaks through the glass of the observation chamber and into Youju’s skull with so much force that blood splatters on you from across the room and you stumble to the floor in your shock.

All hell breaks loose. Some scientists scream, others duck and cover, a handful try and fail to open the door to the hallway, the soldier leaves your side and open fires on Wesker in the chamber along with the other ones in the room.

You can’t seem to escape from the bloodshed. No matter where you turn, more blood splashes across your clothes but you manage to keep your escape in mind: grab Youju’s white keycard to get out of the room. You do your best to block out the grisly sight of Youju’s head as you army crawl across the floor. The white keycard, now stained crimson in some places, hangs precariously from his belt. A black and blonde blur dives into the room from the chamber and the screams grow louder and more frightened. You grab the keycard and you crawl behind a large cabinet that got overturned in the chaos in the corner of the room and make yourself as small as possible by hugging your knees to your chest. You clutch the keycard for dear life.

Meanwhile, in the background, you hear Wesker spewing insults as he tears through the room.

“Ignorant cretins! Worthless, self-righteous chaff! Inferior good for nothing fools!”

Something in Wesker’s voice puts you on edge, and it has nothing to do with the fact he’s seething with rage or leaving a trail of blood and viscera and broken machinery in his wake. You can’t quite describe it, other than that it sounds wrong. The voice is Wesker’s, but the tone and intonation are just… off. Your Wesker spoke in a much sharper and eloquent manner. This voice is direct and garbled in some places.

In the moment, you don’t know which voice you’d prefer. You don’t have time to think on it when you feel a presence behind you. It’s only now that you realize the screams and cries of pain have gone silent. Your blood runs cold when you hear a familiar, yet unfamiliar voice in your ear that makes the hairs on your neck stand up.

“My dear? Oh, how I’ve missed you my sweet…”    

You freeze. His tone is uncannily gentle. He’s so close, you can feel Wesker’s breath on your ear and neck. Everything in your body is screaming at you to run, but it’s like Wesker’s words have you under a paralytic spell.            

“How dare they touch what’s not theirs…”

A wet, slimy and black tendril slowly makes its way into the corner of your vision and gingerly tucks a flyaway hair behind your ear. You can’t bring yourself to move and you heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest it's beating so fast.

You sense Wesker move his head closer to yours until you can feel the damp heat of him over your shoulder. Glass breaks on the other side of the room and he whips his head towards the sound. There’s one last scientist left. She’s trying to climb into the observation chamber, but she stepped on a piece of glass and now she’s gaping at Wesker in fear.

Wesker attacks her with the bloodlust of a wild animal, plunging his Uroboros arm into her chest and not stopping his assault until it reveals itself again when it pokes out through her mouth. She doesn’t even have a chance to scream. Only gurgle sounds of pain.

The grisly sight finally breaks the spell, and you bolt to the sliding doors and run the second the door registers Youju’s keycard.

You don’t stop when you hear Albert calling your name behind you.

You don’t stop when you see other guards and scientists coming out into the hallway to observe what caused such deafening, monstrous noises.  

You don’t stop when you hear more screaming and gunfire erupting behind you.

You have no destination in mind when the hallways become unrecognizable.

The only thing consuming your thoughts is the fact that your psychopathic husband is alive, and that you’ve doomed the world because you destroyed the only Uroboros sample in existence to stop him in a misguided attempt to save it.

a/n 2: How's that for angst? More juiciness in the next part :)

If you've made it this far THANK YOU and sorry for this part being long I thought it would ruin the flow to split it up into two parts.

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[pink-strawberry-kissess]

1, 6, 9, 12, 16, 22, 23

the character everyone gets wrong

HONESTLY, LEON

with the influx of new Leon fans, especially young ones i see just the WORST MOST OOC characterizations of leon. particularly the ones of re2r leon where they just try to write him as the most dom sadist person. like??? i get that people can write dark fics, but like, fucking clarify that you're writing ooc then.

leon is either written so puppy dog innocent uwu or just another christian grey who wants to dom reader like wtf

like also please specify what era of leon you're writing ig. it's just so ugh am i supposed to be thinking about 21 year old leon?? ore 37, cause those are completely different leons.

also this man was born in 1977. he isn't listening to lana del rey

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

it used to be cl*on but now it's l*shley cause they keep saying like, yay sibling dynamics! but then want that?????? honestly i've never hated the ships, it's just that the shippers are just incredibly annoying. like i've never spent the time going to ship blogs that i hate and then sending hate anons.. like why are you so pressed, so embarrassing...

it's also just especially since a lot of the ships have really weird misogynistic narratives or it's literally in a male gaze. the whole weak young girl that needs to "save" by mentally helping his heal his traumas x older traumatized messed up man. like please seek therapy

i think it's fine to want these types of tropes but like, don't attack others that don't find your preferred trope interesting.

9. worst part of canon

don't hate me but village is such a departure. i think they're too separate to work in the same world. i think it's fine on their own, and it shouldn't have been in the same universe. i don't know if i would necessary call it the "worst" but maybe the most misplaced feeling

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i don't know how unpopular sherry is.. but i think that sherry has the potential to be more included in a game. like yes she has re6 but she's still only like 26 then? she can still be used in a main game and not be too old lol

i think that she's strong and still careful and gentle. but so so determined. she's survived so much from such a young age, and i think that we can explore her more

and i think the comparison of ashley becoming a future agent removes her ability to work politically. and we already have sherry as a future agent and also i just headcanon (and it's true) that ashley is literally a nepobaby lol so it would be more interesting (to me) to see sherry than ashley as an agent since ashley already has so many privileges.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

probably the whole mafia au thing. it's just boring to me tbh

(yes it can be written and be hot but most of the time it's cringe to me)

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

the fact that re6 ada has SUCH a redemption arc and tries SO HARD. she's mother and she saves leon, helena, sherry, jake literally so many people. but also just the fact that ada's re6 campaign is integral to understanding the entire story of re6 and people just IGNORE HER CAMPAIGN.

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

(already answered, see the tag to see older answers)

[sincerelymina]

pretty baby

content: re6 leon x female reader. age gap. smoking. alcohol consumption. fake-dating? two pretentious people engaging in a conversation. leon saying "women." barely suggestive. reader is apart of leon's squad. honorable mention: claire redfield. author's note: mmmmmm re6 leon (i'm losing my mind). i posted this from my patio because the weather's finally getting better yay.

contrary to popular opinion, dreary, rainy nights were one of your most favorite things—amongst many other stuff you cherished—but you held nights like these dear to your heart. the soft pattering from rain droplets hitting against the window, a warm blanket, and comfortable pajamas, coupled with a cup of hot coffee and a book was, in your opinion, a perfect way to wind down after slaving away at work all day.

however…you just wished for one more thing.

a boyfriend. a man. someone to call your own. 

someone who'd let you rest your head on their lap as you flipped through the pages and took sporadic sips of whatever hot beverage you were drinking at the moment. someone who'd thread their fingers through your hair and press soft kisses on your forehead. your entire body yearned for such a thing, but it always felt so out of reach.

unfortunately, men didn't commit, or think, like that. they just took what they wanted like dogs and then headed out the door, not a single care in the world. it was pathetic and desperate. 

hook-up culture irked you. so did "talking stages," or anything of that caliber. why would any sane person waste their time and energy like that on someone they'd meet for no longer than a week? maybe you were just a hopeless romantic. 

maybe you were the pathetic and desperate one.

none of the men at your workplace interested you in the slightest—as they all had that mindset you loathed. you were a special government agent, trying to save the world from bioterrorism. all the male agents were arrogant, wanna-be jerks. they'd call themselves "esoteric" when really, their favorite movie directors were quentin tarantino and christopher nolan.

you just rolled your eyes and sighed. how deplorable.

there was one guy, however, but you deemed him out of the question. a forbidden fruit, in other words. for starters, he was a good ten years—maybe more—older than you. he also happened to be the leader of your assigned, specific, squad. and ironically enough, a mercenary had him twirling his dirty blonde hair and blushing like a schoolgirl. she was very gorgeous, in his defense.

leon kennedy was just so damn handsome, it had you acting a fool. you couldn't help but swoon when he called you "sweetheart" casually, as if it was second nature. he'd put his hands on your waist while walking past you, muttering a quick, "sorry, sweetheart." he had really good taste in films, music, and books too, surprisingly. he treated you like a real person, not a piece of meat like most men did.

he even made you laugh at his insanely stupid jokes.

you often wondered if you were in love with him, or if it was just a fleeting crush. or maybe you adored the attention he gave you (more than your other peers). but then again, was there really a difference between love and attention?

as you tucked your knees beneath yourself, sinking down further into the couch, your cellphone vibrated right next to you, the caller id reading leon—how fucking cliche. your heart then dropped, wondering why he'd call you at eight pm on a saturday. swallowing the lump in your throat, you answered quickly, "um, hello?" 

"hey sweetheart," leon's low, smooth voice said on the other end of the line. it sounded like he was driving. maybe to see me, you thought, before chastising yourself for being delusional. he couldn't fawn over you when ada wong existed. a beat later, he added, "i know this is a little out of the norm, but i was just wondering if you were free tomorrow."

free tomorrow? for what? was this seriously happening? you dumbfoundedly stammered, uttering something so laughable out, "i— uh— are you sure you have the right number?" your whole body recoiled with cringe the second those words rolled right off your tongue. you resisted the urge to groan in annoyance.

and laugh is exactly what leon did. it was short, almost a scoff. "nah. but it isn't what you think, don't worry," that little bit confused you, before he elaborated, "i'm not trying to be some creepy boss. long story short, i need a date for an event."

"a date..? what kind of event?" you queried, sitting yourself upright. your mind was still barely registering the fact that you were having this conversation with leon, quite literally moments after fantasizing about him.

he let out a soft exhale, "one of my old friends is hosting this get together, and lets just say i've been lying to her about having a girlfriend—" leon groaned at how juvenile he was sounding, shaking his head in disbelief. "i'm too old for this shit." he chastised, before getting back on track. "anyways, she's been on my ass about it, telling me i should find a girl, and that i'd be a lot happier, or something like that." 

debatable, he thought, given his experience with a certain woman in the past.

"so i lied to her, and said i was talking to this girl, so she's expecting you. you don't have to if you aren't up for it, but i won't let you go back home empty-handed if you do end up coming through."

pretending to be leon's girlfriend—even for a day—sounded like heaven on earth to you. 

without even giving the offer a second thought, you said a little too excitedly, "yes!—i mean, sure, why not." a poor attempt at playing it cool. "i haven't got anything planned tomorrow, so…"

leon chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm, finding it endearing. unbeknownst to you, the man did actually think about you outside of work, even if it swarmed him with guilt. you weren't a rookie, but still, it felt wrong. he was thirty-six, he shouldn't be giving a girl in her early-to-mid twenties second thoughts. he really did feel like a "creepy boss."

but he couldn't help himself. not when you were so unfathomably pretty. his lips parted at the way you'd smile up at him, nodding your head as you quickly scurried off and followed orders, or how you'd always offer to help him with filing mission reports—a very tedious task that no other agent on your team would ever volunteer to do. 

he also wasn't an idiot, and knew that you held him on some sort of pedestal, whether it be a crush, infatuation, or simply admiration. 

"alright, cool." leon affirmed, now pulling into his driveway, the asphalt crackling beneath the tires. he pulled the keys out of the ignition, and shoved them into his pocket, whilst staying on the phone with you. "i'll pick you up around six. we won't stay too long, leave around eight. okay?"

your mouth had went dry by this point, but you quickly agreed, "yeah, sounds good."

what the hell just happened? 

holding onto leon's arm, the two of you walked into his friend's—who you later found out was the claire redfield—house, and you couldn't help but marvel at the place. clearly, the woman made relatively well money, and it showed itself in flaming colors through her subtle decor. dressed in her classic red leather jacket, she greeted you and leon with a smile, "hey leon, and…the mystery girl he's been telling me about," the woman chuckled. she was so pretty.

you introduced yourself to claire, surprisingly not feeling nervous in the slightest, as you usually were when you meet people for the first time. it wasn't that you were shy, you were just reserved. but claire was sweet. some people take ages to warm up to, but she wasn't like that—instantly likable. 

"i honestly don't know how a girl as pretty as her is into you leon," claire teased, a knowing smirk on her maroon lips. leon just scoffed, rolling his eyes as if he was used to her tormenting. "drinks?" she asked, not waiting for you two to respond as she handed the two of you glasses of red wine.

you mumble a quick thank you, then raising the glass to your lip gloss coated lips, taking a sip before laughing, "maybe i'm just attracted to losers." which wasn't exactly a lie—you were in love with leon, or something like that. he just didn't know. yet…

"a loser?" an offended look crosses his perfect features, as he looks down at you in surprise. he just shook his head and sighed, "women." the comment earned a chuckle from both you and claire—laughing at leon's misery would always be funny. he could only purse his lips and keep his peace.

your eyes dart around the room, noticing a few familiar faces, others not. a couple of bsaa agents, sherry birkin—to name a few—and more. the next hour consisted of repeating your introduction to a few more of leon's friends that you didn't know, and leon sporadically leaving kisses on either the top of your head, or your arm, as any "boyfriend" would. he was doing an awfully good job of playing the part.

almost too good. if only you weren't so oblivious.

the atmosphere was becoming disgustingly stuffy, so you free yourself from leon's arm wrapped around your waist from behind, and told him, "hey, i'm gonna step out on the patio for a second." 

"wait, i'll go with you." and you didn't protest against it.

leon was fighting the guilt that was regurgitating to the surface, telling himself that he shouldn't pursue you in any way possible. he couldn't entertain whatever feelings you were harboring for him, not when he was the older, more experienced individual in this scenario. but he was weak. so inexplicably drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. 

the two of you slipped out to the patio, standing side-by-side as the cool breeze blew threw your hair, the skirt of your dress billowing in the wind. leon stared at you, lovelorn. you pulled a pack of parliaments and a fancy lighter out of your purse, flicking it and lighting your cigarette.

"i didn't know you smoked." leon said plainly. he himself didn't—never did, never will. it was a bit ironic how he was comfortable being an alcoholic, though.

you shrugged, exhaling a plume of smoke into the air, "eh. i'm not addicted, like you might be assuming. i just do it for shits and giggles, i don't know," another puff, another cloud of smoke.

"shits and giggles?" he mused, laughing lightly. "that's a juvenile way to put it."

his laugh alone pulled a smile onto your lips, as you couldn't fight the heat that spread across your cheeks like a wildfire. "i guess. but hey, everyone has their vices, don't judge." 

"hey, i'm not judging." leon raised his hands in surrender, a soft smile of his own forming. "you just didn't strike me as the type, that's all."

you just shook your head with a grin, looking away from leon bashfully, trying your hardest to ignore the fact that your heart was beating out of your chest. he was a horribly charming fake boyfriend. it didn't help that you were already pining for the man, even if you wanted to pretend like you could never have him. that was beyond your concerns in this moment. 

"what kind of girl do i strike you as?" you ask curiously, turning your head to meet him staring right at you. oh shit. you bit the corner of your cheek anxiously. whatever, i'm probably misreading things, you console yourself. no, he couldn't be. this wasn't some cheesy romcom. 

he feigned mulling over the question for a moment, before replying in a tone softer than silk. "well," leon got a little closer, just a teensy bit, and said, "you're a good girl. tooth-rottingly sweet, does her work before its due, volunteers when she doesn't have to, not to mention she graduated top of her class. you're also bit of a stickler, no offense," his sharp eyes met yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

"i am not—!" he gave you a knowing look, before you sighed, "i guess you're right. but whatever, you like jane austen novels," you fired back, "you, who enjoys bands like alice in chains and the foo fighters, reads authors like dostoevsky and nabokov—your favorite movie is the french connection for christ's sake! jane austen is very out of character, i'd say."

leon couldn't describe the swell of adoration he felt for you as you judged his tastes, going on a whole tangent; if he had no self-control, he'd kiss you without hesitation. but he played it cool, his eyes narrowing as he countered, "that's different." 

you remembered that stuff about him. his heart skipped a beat, making him feel like an anxious teenager.

"it's different? how's it different?" you retorted playfully, and the two of you went back and forth for the next five minutes over the most ineffably stupid conversation known to mankind. the whole scene was so awfully picturesque, straight out of a movie. 

"whatever you say, sweetheart," was what leon said sarcastically, ending the banter between the two of you, even if he was enjoying it beyond belief. it had been a damn long time since he'd felt something this warm inside of him. leon mentally chastised himself for being so self-indulgent—even if he really deserved it.

his pale blue eyes glance over at his watch, reading the time: 8:04 pm. leon then looked up at you, and asked, "you wanna head out soon?" 

you take a final puff from your lit cigarette, softly exhaling the smoke, before answering weakly, "hm? oh, uh, sure." 

that definitely put a damper in your mood, and leon took very well notice of it. after tonight, you wouldn't be leon's pretend girlfriend. you'd go back to being his subordinate, just someone who he worked with on the field, and maybe considered a friend. you really enjoyed spending time with more veteran agents tonight, more importantly, you enjoyed spending time with leon. 

this all only made your lovesick self worse. you felt slightly mad at him for playing his part so well.

"you okay?" leon asked, a concerned expression etched onto his features as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. his hand, typically so calloused from the rough years, felt so delicate. it was jarring, yet swoon-worthy. he was a little confused as to why you were so upset now.

you swallowed the heavy lump in yout throat, unsure of how to proceed, so you resort to simply mustering up a half-hearted smile, "yeah. just a little exhausted."

"exhausted?" he repeated incredulously. "just a minute ago you were spewing nonsense at me. tell me the truth, sweetheart." a genuine look was plastered on his face, one you couldn't argue against. but it wasn't like you could confess to leon just like that, with zero repercussions. no, that wouldn't work.

he teased slyly, in an attempt to lighten the mood and cheer you up, "was i too mean?"

"nah," you couldn't bring yourself to stifle your chuckle, "it's just…" your voice trailed off, not knowing how to proceed. "well…" leon lifts his hand from you shoulder, up to your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear, allowing him to get a better look of your face. your lips part slightly in awe at his sweet gesture—you weren't by anyone now, you didn't have to pretend to be a couple. 

"c'mon, lay it on me."

you sucked in a deep breath, before swallowing your pride, and confessing, "leon, i— look, i know it's not allowed, and quite frankly, inappropriate, but…" 

and that was telling enough. he knew just what you were trying to tell him, and to save you from any further embarrassing stuttering, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing overs, your breath mingling with his.

"that's alright," leon cooed, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. "i'm flattered, really."

his mind was yelling, praying for him to stop and get ahold of himself, but his entire body was working on autopilot, fueling his desires. here this pretty girl was, handing herself to him on a silver platter—how in god's name could he refuse? he was just as eager for her, to feel her soft skin, kiss her sweet, full lips. his breath hitched as your hand lightly trailed up his arm. 

his lips then left a soft, gentle kiss against yours. you sighed contently, leaning in closer to his touch, deepening the kiss. leon's hands roamed a bit more freely, crawling up your sides, lingering on your hips. he pulled away for a moment, and mumbled, "you're so pretty baby," a light chuckle erupted from his throat, the sound alone making your heart flutter. "such a sweet girl." he left another kiss on your jaw, then on your neck, his light stubble prickling your skin.

a shaky breath slipped past your lips, escaping from the depths of your lungs. his words alone made your knees weak—this seemed so surreal, but nice. here leon was, a man you thought you'd never have, kissing you as if he really was your boyfriend. you lifted your hands, bringing them up to cup his cheeks, and smiled. 

"so…are you just getting free kisses out of me, or what?"

leon shook his head, "nah, no way." another quick kiss against your lips. "i'm taking you out for dinner next weekend. i won't take no for an answer." he stared at you intently, as he plunged right back in for another kiss—this man was starved. 

you reciprocated each and every kiss, letting out a soft moan as he slipped his tongue past your lips, fingers tangling into his dirty blonde hair. leon was at war with his mind, his body betraying his thoughts. he really shouldn't be doing this—entertaining the notion of a relationship between the two of you—but he couldn't bring himself to. he was only human, after all.

"fine by me," you replied, pulling away momentarily to catch your breath. "b-but what about the rules? wouldn't this get us both in trouble?"

"again with the stickler act." leon chuckled amusedly. "sweetheart, nobody has to know. this'll be our little thing. we can keep this under the wraps, can't we?—if it all works out, that is. believe it or not…i've had it bad for you too." he reassured you, the words coming out smoothly, as if he'd been planning this moment for ages. i've got it bad for you too. 

"if you say so," you conceded with a stupid smile, leaning in to kiss him again. leon pushed away any regretful thoughts, not allowing them to consume a good moment—they were as rare as they come with him.

you both really were a bunch of self-indulgent, pretentious losers.

[sleeponthebook]

Apart from all this，back in 2020 when I was an Aeon fan，I realized all the fics are lead by leon and none of them is specifically about Ada. There‘s always Leon x reader，Leon x Ada，Reader x Leon，Leon x ada/clare，but never Ada x anyone non-Leon.

Like when you take ada away from the context of Leon，she doesn't exist as a person，all her personality and values are given by leon，they objectified her. They created Ada as a “villain with nice boobs”，her purpose was to intervene and tempt leon，and the male players.（honestly who would wear a freaking red short skirt in the middle of a spy mission？！）

Capcom made RE6 ada so decent，I'm sure they know how to do CGI for woman's pants，why can't you do it on this woman again？It's 2023！

Making my own post about it because the person I'd reblogged from ended up being Not Cool. And I've been saying this on my own for so long as it is. So anyways, resident evil 4 remake analysis:

The funny thing with the remake is, they didn't actually write out Leon's misogyny from the og; they simply recontextualised it. He no longer says "following a lady's lead just isn't my style", but he DOES say "maybe you aren't heartless after all" to a woman who's saved his life and the life of Ashley countless of times. Hell, Ada is the reason Leon lives past Mendéz, she's the reason he finds Ashley again, she's the reason he is able to find anything in that place, and he still has the audacity to act like she doesn't care, or worse, that she's completely heartless, just because he got his wittol feewings huwt.

Leon's so selfishly caught up in making it entirely personal, even when she established it wasn't, that he's letting his butthurt feelings literally warp his perception of her into something monstrous. He is quite literally the "one woman wronged me in the slightest way so I will distrust and despise her forever but actually it was just my entitled ass demanding more than she ever consented to give" kind of incel. All she did was kiss him in re2r, she NEVER said it meant anything, or that - fucking hell - she'd be committing to him in any way. I mean the very fact that she should have shot him to get the sample but didn't should be the biggest proof, to the audience and to Leon, that she truly cares and didn't want him to get caught up in her work.

Also, he never once stopped to care about or consider her own turmoil about it?? Every time they talked it was about his feelings and his sense of betrayal and "or are you just using me again", it was never about her. She cares more about him than he cares about her and it breaks my heart because he fucking sucks. He only cares about himself in this situation, he only cares about how Ada's actions affected him through his own lens, he only cares about his own hurt and doesn't stop for a second to consider hers. He doesn't see Ada as her own person, he sees her for what she could do for, or to, him. And that's misogyny at its core.

And as for the fans ignoring every wrong thing Leon has ever done, and instead hating Ada for doing nothing wrong, that too is misogyny :)

[molotovmetro]

Finn with a sick/injured s/o

I've been in a big Finn mood lately, so enjoy :) let me know if I need to add a tag or warning

Warnings: sickness and mentions of vomiting, injury, mentions of surgery, not explicitly mentioned but references to being in a short coma

If you're injured:

The second Finn finds out, he drops everything and run half way across HQ to get where you are

If you need any kind of surgery after getting hurt, no matter how big or small, Finn is going to be inconsolable. He wants to see you and see for himself that you're okay, but they're not letting him in and no one is telling him anything concrete and he's so, so worried - yeah, he's panicking

Once they let him see you, he's not going anywhere. He beats himself up over not being there for you when this happened, and he's not letting you out of his sight for the time being so he can protect you. He knows it comes with the dangers of the job, but he can't stand seeing you in pain

The doctors have given up on trying to get him out. They know he won't budge. But Captain Redfield cleared him to stay, so they couldn't kick him out if they wanted to. He sleeps in the chair next to your bed with his head on the mattress and his hand tightly holding yours untill you wake up. And when you finally do, he cries in relief

Once you can go home, he doesn't stop being overprotective. He wants you to rest and heal, so he'll do basically everything he can. He'll go get anything you need, if you're injured in a way that makes it hard for you to walk he'll carry you, he'll help you shower and dress so you don't pull your stitches... He's a sweetheart, and he'll jump to help you in any way he can

If you're sick:

From the moment he finds out you're sick, he's fussing over you

If you're at work, he's probably not going to let up untill you go home and get some rest. But if you woke up sick, he'll tuck you back into bed and if he can, take the day off to care for you

He honestly doesn't have much experience with caring for others, though. So he'll call his mom to ask for help. She tells him what meds he can give you for what symptoms, and she talks him through the process of making you soup. He takes it way too seriously and treats it like he's dismantling a bomb, but it pays off. It's slightly too salty, but its honestly not at all bad. Although its probably better because he's insisting on spoon feeding you himself

He makes sure you always have plenty of comfortable blankets and keeps around a water bottle and makes sure you stay hydrated, especially if you're throwing up. It's easy to lose fluid that way, and he knows being dehydrated will only make things worse. Speaking of which, if you throw up, he'll sit there with you to keep your hair out of your face and to comfort you as he rubs circles on your back. He doesn't care that its gross, he'll wipe the snot off of your face if necessary. You can't help being sick, and considering he works with BOW's, he's not very squeamish

If you have a fever, he'll put a wet washcloth on your forehead. It's a bit silly how he's walking back and forth to the bathroom to make sure it stays cold, but it's also incredibly endearing how seriously he is taking this. You'd probably be fine just sleeping it off, but having Finn there to take care of you makes you feel better already

[felix21im]

"Ice Cold", a Leon Kennedy x reader fanfiction - Masterlist

As an Art and Design student all you want to do is just knuckle down and finish that one goddamn piece you've been working on for months. Too bad your time is constantly stolen by your Waiter job with minimal pay, but hey, at least the tips are good if you unbutton your shirt that one more time.

This fanfiction is also published on AO3 by user Qwertyyy12. She and I had the great idea of writing a gender neutral!Reader x dilf!Leon fanfiction so this is what's gonna happen the next few weeks. There will be at least one NSFW part written by her, but we're making sure that both female and male versions are written. If I peaked your interest I would be happy to add you to a tag list so you get updated whenever a new chapter drops! That's it from me, I hope you guys will like this! <3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

(list will be updated as new chapters get uploaded)

[mackjlee9]

kay i'll take advantage of the hyperfixation bc i'm hyperfixated too 😋 this one is quite angsty? Depends on how you wanna do the end bc i'll leave it up to you

u see how in re6 chris asks leon if he will protect ada despite all the damage she did and he says yeah he is? What if instead of chris asking is leon's long term boyfriend since raccoon city?

like reader kinda knows he's still not over ada bc let's say reader went with him to rescue ashley in re4 and well, ada was there and shit.

so with that reader this time KNOWS leon is till not over ada no matter how much time has passed and he feels kinda betrayed bc they had a full ass relationship since raccoon city and it's been YEARS.

ending up to you ofc depending on how interested u are on writing this lmao. bye byee 💖

Ehe- I tried lol

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Maybe spoilers if you haven't played/watched re6?

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n) almost couldn't believe how awful this vacation was turning out to be.

From shooting the president to chasing after Ada herself, Helena could look at him with an apologetic look in her hazel eyes. (M/n) hasn't explicitly told her that he and Leon were dating, just said they were together on a vacation to relax and unwind a bit from their job on the D.S.O, but the situation had become worse than they initially thought.

And now Ada was involved? Well, when wasn't she honestly, that woman seemed to have some sort of GPS on Leon because she always showed up wherever he was, it was rather odd, still, he didn't question it, coincidences were pretty common in this kind of job.

Just look at it this way, they met with Sherry a while ago and now Chris was here too.

The three of them chased after Ada, Leon in front, and (M/n) right behind him, while Helena did her best to keep up behind them, but she was injured and she was struggling to keep up the pace. (M/n) stopped and made sure she was okay, before realizing how far Leon had run already.

"(M/n), go! I'll... I'll be fine, you go after her," she said gently pushing him away, and (M/n) hesitated for a moment, but Helena's reassuring smile helped him make up his mind.

He continued running after Leon, hearing two more foreign voices echo in the building, his eyes observing how Ada was cornered by two BSAA agents and as one of them pulled the trigger, Leon hit the gun away, immediately getting involved in a fight with the man. (M/n) arrived just in time to catch a stumbling Chris and prevent him from falling when Leon kicked his stomach hard enough to make him lose his balance.

Chris groaned from the pain, even when he was kicked over his bulletproof vest, Leon has always been known for having strong legs after all.

"Here," (M/n) mumbled while standing up and helping Chris get up from the ground, hearing him grunt a small 'thank you', all the while still being pointed by Leon with his pistol, "Leon-"

"Shut up," was all the blond said, making him swallow and nod, standing back whilst Chris and Leon started arguing. About Ada, and why she needed to die. (M/n) saw Leon clench his jaw, tightening his hold on the grip of his pistol, his cold blue eyes staring into Chris', "She's a key witness, we need her."

"A witness? She's the one that did all of this!" Chris replied, angry at what Ada had done, and probably at Leon for stopping him earlier.

"No, it wasn't her, it was Simmons, the National Security Advisor," (M/n) looked at them, hearing Helena's stumbling behind them and he helped her stand up. He wasn't sure what he was expecting the outcome of this discussion would be, but something told him he wasn't gonna like it.

"I lost all of my men because of that woman!" Chris yelled as he approached Leon, who kept a firm stance, not even blinking at his outburst.

"And I lost over seventy thousand people, including the president, because of Simmons!" He replied back with the same tone, followed by a deafening silence, the light of a chopper landing on them through the window.

Chris sighed and looked down, shaking his head before staring back at Leon, "She works for Neo-Umbrella, you know what that means?"

(M/n) watched as Leon sighed, "I do."

Glancing back and forth between the two of them, (M/n) took a deep breath, and took a step forward, slightly covering Chris with his body, he doesn't know what made him do it, maintaining eye contact with Leon's blue eyes, that remained cold and serious.

"After all she did to you, to me, to us... You're still gonna protect her, Leon?" The few seconds of silence that followed made his ears ring, the fact that he had to think about it let him know his answer.

Leon's stare hardened, seemingly unfazed by (M/n)'s words, not caring about the pain in his voice.

"I am."

(M/n) released a dry chuckle, turning around and walking away, "I was scared you were gonna say that," he mumbled as he left, finding another way to go downstairs. While he waited for them, he saw a flash of white, soon followed by Ada's body gracefully flying with her grappling hook.

They made eye contact for an instant before she ran away again, like she always did, never deviating from her mission.

He unzipped his pouch, his fingers wrapping around the velvet box, gripping it tightly as tears began gathering in his eyes. (M/n) had planned this vacation perfectly, wanting to make it special and memorable, after all, he and Leon had been in a relationship for 15 years... Or so he thought, because it seemed like he was the naive one who thought that way, when Leon was clearly smitten to Ada, after everything that happened... Everything he had done to make Leon happy...

(M/n) sighed and rubbed his temple before lowering his hand to grab his pistol, but before he could, he hit one of the pouches around his hips, his world freezing and breaking down piece by piece when he realized what he had kept safe there during this whole ordeal.

All of it had been wasted, maybe... Someone else would appreciate all his efforts?

But who? He has never loved anyone other than Leon, and it's not like he could simply move on to someone else, that wouldn't be fair to the other person.

(M/n) observed the black box in his hand, hearing the footsteps of Leon and Helena approaching his position, and he had to dry away the tears that had managed to run down his face, turning toward them with a hint of a smile, putting the box back and closing the zipper again.

"We have to keep going, let's go," he will figure out what to do when all of this is over, but right now, they had a job to do.

[mackjlee9]

|Part 2.1|Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [?]

Masterlist.

part 2. version 1.

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Resident Evil 6

To say (M/n) hated every second of that mission was an understatement, and now, departing from the graveyard after Helena said by to her sister, he saw the woman throwing something at Leon, (M/n) recognized it as the makeup Ada had left behind in the helicopter when they left Tatchi that night.

"For when you see her again," he might've been quite far away, but he still heard her words thanks to the wind blowing in his direction. And (M/n) it was the moment to say goodbye.

He walked a few steps forward, and took a deep breath, "Hey Leon..." The blond made eye contact with him at the sound of his name, stopping his way to the van, and his blue eyes just silently stared into his (e/c) ones.

(M/n) felt like he couldn't breathe, realizing Leon's eyes had never made him feel this tense and insecure before, making him shift in place as he anxiously tried to make his voice come out.

"I uh... I don't think that- uhm..." Leon sighed, feeling exasperated at (M/n)'s stuttering.

"Yes?" He seemed bothered by him, as if he was wasting time having this conversation with him, and (M/n) understood that it was really over, he had to say it, and face the harsh reality of the fact that Leon didn't- never loved him.

He pursed his lips and reaches his hand into the pocket of his jacket, wrapping his fingers around the cold metal key. He could vividly remember the day when Leon gave him a copy of his apartment's key, but he no longer needed it, and he had already got his stuff out of there so there was no reason to keep it any longer.

(M/n) held Leon's hand and placed the key in his palm, looking at it for a moment before making eye contact with Leon's cold eyes.

"We should break up," he released Leon's hand, letting the blond see what he had given him, "It's clear that I'm not who you wished I was," he muttered while placing his hands inside his pockets, "Goodbye, Leon."

And like that, he made his way back to his motorcycle, there wasn't anything else he could do now, after all, he was only here because he knew Leon would be, and it was time to let everything go.

Leon's sight shifted from the key in his hand to (M/n)'s back as he drove away at high speed, wrapping his fingers around it, he stared at (M/n) leaving until he disappeared in the horizon.

//////

A few hours later, when the sun started setting, (M/n) had found himself walking into a bar and he had been sitting at the counter for hours, drowning his pain with glass after glass of whiskey, but living with Leon for years had made him realize how much alcohol he had to ingest to get thoroughly drunk, and he wasn't even halfway there.

As he was debating asking for a refill of his glass or getting up and leaving, he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"Same as his," the man says to the bartender before sitting down on the stool next to him, (M/n) doesn't have to look to know who it is, he knows that voice well. It's Chris.

Of course, even though he knows who it is, he isn't any less surprised to see him there, and he finds himself showing Chris a small smile.

"Hey, man," Chris smiles back and takes the glass placed in front of him, grabbing it and taking a sip of the amber liquid swirling inside it before setting it back down.

"Hey..." (M/n) soon realizes that Chris seems nervous and he wonders why, but doesn't voice his thoughts, deciding on spending the rest of the night together, drinking to forget their feelings... If Chris had anything he wanted to forget.

While the hours pass, more alcohol sets in their system, making them loosen up a little bit more each passing minute, until they're comfortably talking and joking for a bit, and (M/n) isn't too sure about anything at this point and time, but he swears Chris is flirting with him. Or so he thinks, it seems like he is anyway. But he's not sure of anything at this point.

Although he is sure that... He definitely doesn't mind the flirting, not one bit, and he finds himself flirting back, enjoying Chris' reactions and their interaction drags on.

//////

It was a normal day off for (M/n), he was spending some time in the park, looking around and enjoying a cool drink on a rather warm day. He felt at peace, for the first time in months, he felt comfortable and safe in this spot in his life. Everything was going fine, and he was glad it had, he needed the stability for once.

He took another slow sip of his drink as he patiently waited, sitting on a bench, watching kids play and their parents chatting amongst themselves.

But then, he heard his name being called, by a voice he would recognize anywhere, a voice that he hasn't heard in almost eight months.

For a moment he thought he was hearing things, but as soon as he turned his head to the side, he saw Leon. He couldn't help but think that the blond -now more of a dark brunette- had definitely seen better days, he looked rather awful, especially comparing him to the last time he's seen him.

"Leon?" (M/n) is not too sure what happened after that, he just hears Leon rambling on and on for a few minutes, muttering that he's sorry and wants him back, how he really had to lose him to love him, and (M/n) can see the tears brimming in his eyes, which makes him stand up to try and calm him down, the movements of his hands catching Leon's attention when he catches the sight of something shining in his finger.

And he stops talking all together, his sight fixated on the ring placed on (M/n)'s left ring finger.

He almost couldn't breathe as he forced the words out of his throat, "You're... Engaged?" Leon's voice breaks his heart, he sounds so hurt by that, but (M/n) doesn't attempt to make him feel better.

"Yeah," is all he can manage to say in a meek whisper, sounding more like an exhale than a response.

"With who?" Leon looks back at his eyes, those (e/c) eyes that stared at him with sympathy and sadness. He opened his mouth to answer, but he was interrupted by another man's voice.

"(M/n)! The movie is gonna start soon!" The male looks over his shoulder, and sees Chris standing a few feet behind him, looking at him with a wide smile, sunglasses covering his eyes from the bright sun.

Leon sees the same sparkle on Chris' left ring finger and that's all he needed to see to understand.

"Oh... Yeah, I know, he... He's a nice man," (M/n) has a guilty expression on his face when he looks back at Leon, and he can't handle that.

"Leon-" the male wears a strained smile on his face and he shakes his head, taking a few steps back, ready to go.

"No! I-I understand, I fucked up and now I lost you... forever," realization seemed to have settled on Leon's whole being, the remaining light in his eyes banishing in the blink of an eye, "I'm... I'm sorry, I gotta go-"

(M/n) was unable to move or say anything as he caught sight of the single tear that fell down Leon's face, before he turned around, wiping it away and walking away from him. He really was at a loss for words, watching how Leon walked away.

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|Part 2.2|Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

[This has a sort of "open ending" or sum so... Yeah that]

Masterlist

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Resident Evil 6

For the first since they started living together, (M/n) felt like he was walking into an unknown house. There was a void in his chest where his usual happiness would be, coming back from a mission, together, was everything for him.

But he had been dreading stepping through the door, knowing he was going to have to do something about it. About... Them. About what they had, or what he thought they had.

He watched how Leon placed his bag next to the couch, shrugging his jacket off, and he stayed there by the front door, his hand grabbing the strap of his own bag, the other one gripping the box he had kept in the pocket of his sweatshirt during the whole trip back.

(M/n) didn't want to, but he knew he had to, there was nothing that could be fixed or solved between them, they were done.

"Leon," he started by calling his name, watching how he stopped on his way to the kitchen and slowly turned around, "This is over," blue eyes watched closely how (M/n) took something out of his pocket.

There was something in him that told Leon to try, it was the least he could do to help (M/n) with the pain he knew he was feeling.

"There's still time, we... We can still fix this, (M/n), okay? We can," he spoke as convincingly as he could, even if he didn't mean his words, which (M/n) realized.

With a dry chuckle, somehow amused at how easily Leon could lie to him in his face, not even a little bit of remorse in his expression, not even a small 'sorry' for hurting him as deep as he did by simply taking Ada's side. But (M/n) had to give Leon credit, he was a better liar than he had anticipated.

"No, Leon, we had plenty of time... And you wasted it," (M/n) said with a frown, tears gathering in his eyes, unable to stop the memories from flooding his mind. All those times he had been there for Leon, only for all of that to mean nothing to him, "Go with Ada, it's clear who you love the most, Kennedy."

Putting the box back inside his pocket, (M/n) turned around and walked away.

Something inside Leon seemed to snap at the sight of (M/n) walking away from him, and he called his name, unconsciously. He didn't dare look back, knowing there was a small chance of falling back into the depths, the bottomless pit that was loving Leon Kennedy. He just walked away back to the van that drove them there, leaving Leon standing by the front door, all by himself.

//////

After that day, Leon had tried countless times to get in contact with (M/n), to get him back, only to get so obviously ignored by him, and most likely pretending Leon never existed or was part of his life.

He was aware that destroyed (M/n)'s trust, and there was nothing he could do about that except live with that pain, with the pain of knowing he hurt the only person that had ever loved him and had remained by his side through thick and thin, realizing how he had never, not even once, been there for (M/n) whenever he needed him.

Leon realized, perhaps too late, how he fucked up big time, and nothing could ever fix that.

But he would... If he could go back in time.

Nonetheless, it was too late.

//////

For years after, Leon had tried to drown with alcohol the memories he had with (M/n), only for those memories to become more painful whenever he spotted a guy he thought was him, only to be disappointed when he realized that in fact, it wasn't him.

But one night, when he walked into the next bar after being kicked out, he saw him. He is sure that (M/n) is there, sitting at a table and surrounded by men and women who seemed friendly, and more than friendly. And fuck, he has no balls to go over there and talk to him that night, but he realized, that he is in deep.

Leon remembered why he even got together with (M/n) in the first place, and it wasn't because he needed to forget about Ada, it was because (M/n) could make his heart pound in his chest just by being in the same room as him.

And even if Leon didn't get to talk to him that night, the next mission he got called from was forcing him to do exactly that.

(M/n) was there. Not even sparing a glance in his direction, and Leon couldn't blame him for doing so, but now, he found himself apologizing and crying while trying his best.

Doing the best he can to keep (M/n) alive.

He tried to talk, tell Leon that he didn't wanna hear him, but Leon made him shut up, forcing him to listen to what he had to say.

"I know... I know I fucked up, okay? And I'm sorry, I... I should've been a better partner for you, (M/n)," Leon's tears dripped down his face, a few of them landing on (M/n)'s skin, "I'm aware of what I did, I betrayed your trust and completely overlooked how much you loved me, but... I didn't feel like I deserved it," his hands shook as he kept the pressure on (M/n)'s wound, trying to stop him from bleeding out, "There's nothing I can do to get you back, but... I just wanted to apologize and tell you that..."

With glossy eyes, Leon looked into (M/n)'s (e/c) ones.

"That I love you, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," (M/n) showed him a weak smile, reaching his hand up to wipe away Leon's tears, in a futile attempt of easing their flow.

"I..." His voice was quiet, weak, and strained, "I still... Love you, Leon... I never stopped... Loving you..."

[acidh2otoby]

Agent Kennedy, Part 2

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Takes place after re4 but before re6

First part > Agent Kennedy, Part 1

Piers was right about one thing, Leon did stop by a little more than normal. When he did and didn't have anything to say to anyone else, he hung out with you in your office. It first started off with just getting to know each other, all the goods and bads. Leon told you his stories of B.O.W.s and you listened.

Then after some time, he started bringing you things, even if he wasn't there for you. He first started dropping off muffins or donuts, then he started giving you coffee.

By now, basically everyone in the Alpha team knew you and Leon had a thing going on. Chris was fine with it as long as Leon didn't break your heart. Chris saw you as a little brother he never had and so therefore treated you as such. Hell, the whole BSAA base knew you two were into each other before you or Leon.

Piers never stopped his teasing. He made sure he knew when Leon was around so he could bother you when Leon left. Piers also saw you as a brother to some extent, so he just kinda had to tease you.

But one day, it kinda silenced everyone.

Leon had stopped by again, set down whatever he brought you this time, and sat across from you. He seemed a bit more nervous than last time, though. You didn't ask but made sure you would before he left. Eventually, it bothered you enough where you just had to ask.

"Leon, is something bothering you? Has Chris or Piers said anything to you?" You asked, leaning on your desk a little.

"No? Why-- Why do you ask?" Leon asked, his stutter practically giving him away.

"You just seem really nervous today. And if someone said something to you, I wanna know." You said, trying to keep eye contact with Leon as he looked down.

"No, no one said anything. I just... Well... um..." Leon seemed to have his words get stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat before looking back up at you, how is he so fucking cute? "I was gonna ask you if you'd like to go out some time."

Did Leon just ask you out?

"Like a... Like a date?" You asked, your words also getting stuck for a second.

"Yeah, a date. If that's okay, because you don't have to--" Leon said in a panicked tone.

You smiled a little as he fumbled through his ramble before you decided to stop him.

"A date would be lovely." You said softly as you smiled at him.

Leon's face went dark red as a smile replaced his worried expression. "Okay, um... How does this Saturday sound?" Leon asked, remembering he had the day off.

"That sounds great. How about you pick me up around 7:30 and we'll go from there." You said, knowing Leon was a word salad right now.

"That works. I'll see you Saturday, then." Leon said as he slowly stood up from his chair.

You also stood up and went to the door to hold it open for him. When he got close enough to you, you placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Leon froze and stared at you, his face and neck red. You chuckled at his reaction.

"I'll see you Saturday, Agent Kennedy." You said, smiling to the blushing man.

Leon nodded and smiled before leaving your office. You paused before sitting back down at your desk, lost in a daydream when both Piers and Chris knocked on the door. You looked up and waited for them to say something.

"So, uh, you and Kennedy...?" Chris asked slowly, fidgeting with his hands a little.

You nodded before silence fell. You decided to mostly ignore them until Piers spoke up.

"Did he ask or did you?" Piers asked, seeming to want specifics.

"He did." You answered in a monotone voice.

You heard Chris mumble something, causing you to look up in question. Chris then gave Piers twenty bucks.

"You guys put a bet on me and Leon hooking up?!" You asked, standing up.

Both Chris and Piers bolted out of your office before you plopped back down, hiding your face in your hands.

[acidh2otoby]

Agent Kennedy, Part 3

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Takes place after re4 but before re6

This part will probably make the giddy readers absolutely melt

Second part > Agent Kennedy, Part 2

It wasn't long until Saturday roled around. You were nervous. Not because you thought Leon would ditch you but because you were afraid you'd do or say something stupid. You had taken the day off so you could do what you needed to do at your house.

After you got ready, you waited for a knock on your door. Leon had stopped by your office the day prior for your phone number and your address so he could pick you up. You tried to sit on your couch until he arrived but you couldn't help but pace in your living room.

Not too long after, Leon knocked on the front door. You were about to rush to open the door before you remembered that you needed to at least take your phone. You quickly turned around to grab it and shove it in your pocket before answering.

Leon looked nervous but had a smile on his face. You probably looked the same.

"Hi." Leon said, slightly lost of words.

"Hey." You replied, but your words were slightly cut off by your own hiccup.

Your eyes went wide before you hiccuped again. You forgot that you get hiccups when you get nervous. Leon's eyes also widened before he laughed.

"Dammit..." You muttered before you hiccuped again.

"Aw, someone got the hiccups?" Leon chuckled, his head tilted a little.

"Shut up." You muttered, another hiccup cut you off.

Leon laughed again, you rolled your eyes before stepping out of your house and let Leon lead you to his car. The car ride was pretty quiet, minus your hiccuping and Leon's occasionally chuckle, until he finally broke the silence.

"When was the last time you saw a white horse?" Leon asked, making you confused.

"Um... I don't know? I think I was four or five?" You responded, actually curious yourself now.

"Where did you see it?" Leon continued, making you even more confused.

"I was visiting a family member and they lived on a barn and had a white horse... I think?" You replied, brainstorming your memories.

Leon hummed before the car went silent again. You noticed something was a little weird...

"What's wrong?" Leon asked, but the look on his face said that he knew the answer.

"Something's off but I don't know what's wrong." You said, looking around a little.

"Your hiccups are gone." Leon said smugly, smirking a little.

You paused and waited for a hiccup, when nothing came, you looked over at Leon with a slightly shocked face.

"How did you do that?" You asked, partly wanting to know what happened.

"Can't tell you, because then it won't work next time." Leon replied, shrugging a little.

You scoffed and shook your head. You and Leon kept up a conversation the rest of the way until you felt the car slow down.

"We're here already?" You asked to yourself, looking around.

Leon smiled a little and put the car in park, you both got out of the car and Leon led you to the front door. It wasn't specificly fancy but it was still a dinner date.

The date itself went really well, the main talking point was telling funny stories about the Redfields. You had more stories but Leon had some good ones. The main reason that became the thing was because you knew already a lot about Leon and Leon knew a lot about you.

"So, random question but I feel like it's an okay one," Leon started after some laughter died down. "Who made you realize you were into guys?"

Shit.

Oh god, no.

Why?

Those were just some thoughts going through your mind, another one was worrying about what Leon's reaction would be if you told the truth.

"Well, um... It was, um..." You started, trying to think of a lie.

"Was it Chris?" Leon asked, interrupting your ramble.

Your face went red with embarrassment. How the hell did he know that? You had gotten over your crush on Chris years ago because it was a stupid one. You nodded and hid your face in your hands, Leon laughed.

"Hey, it's okay. At least yours was actually someone you knew." Leon admitted, trying to make you feel better.

"Someone I knew? Who was yours?" You asked, really confused.

"It was Christian Bale..." Leon mumbled, his face turning a little pink from embarrassment. Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth to try not to laugh, Leon noticed this. "Shut up..."

That made you start laughing, you kept your hand over your mouth to make it quieter since you didn't want to draw attention.

"I guess we got a thing for guys with Chris in their names." You mumbled through laughter.

Leon chuckled a little, finding it hard to stay mad at you when you were laughing so hard. The rest of the date was just some stories about highschool and middle school years until you both decided to call it a night.

You both had a small disagreement of who should pay, Leon said that he would pay but then went to use the bathroom. You took that opportunity to pay instead, it wasn't much but you were really determined. Did this confuse the crap out of Leon until he realized you paid? Yes. You didn't care.

When Leon got you back home, he walked you to your front door, classic cheesy first date things. So you just decided to complete the date with one final thing.

Leon was in the process of telling you 'goodbye' when your hand cupped his cheek and brought him closer. Leon froze when he realized you had just kissed him but went along with it. It wasn't anything wild, just a sweet first date kiss.

After you pulled away, Leon's face was red and his words were stuck in his throat again. You chuckled a little, finding it funny that an agent that's fought various monsters turns into a teenager when he's in love.

"I guess I'll see you around then, Agent Kennedy." You said before unlocking your door and entering your house. You turned around and waved at Leon before shutting the door.

Leon was starting to grow very fond of his new nickname, he smiled as he went back to his car.

[acidh2otoby]

Agent Kennedy, Part 7

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Takes place during Chris' second chapter in re6

Warnings: Violence

Part 6 > Agent Kennedy, Part 6

I've said this already a lot but this is a slow burn part. Again, you don't have to read into these 100% but I'd appreciate if you at least looked at them for future reference

Alpha Team was clearing the area in front of the City Hall. It was quiet, which was incredibly alarming.

"Sherry Birkin - National Security!" A woman's voice called out. Sherry was walking through the street showing her badge to the soldiers.

Chris walked up to her. "Sherry Birkin? You were in Raccoon City."

You looked at Piers in question and he shrugged his shoulders. You looked back at Sherry, who also seemed confused.

"How do you know that?" Sherry asked, putting her badge away.

"Claire." Chris responded, obviously having to make things more difficult than they are.

You remembered Claire mentioning a little girl named Sherry but never got her last name. You didn't think the two were connected at first but now it makes sense.

"Wait... Are you Chris?" Sherry asked, clearly knowing about the older Redfield.

"My sister's told me all about you." Chris said, smiling a little.

"Chris, that man is a wanted insurgent." Piers said, glaring at the man behind Sherry who was leaning against a disserted vehicle.

Sherry glanced back before slightly placing her hands in front of her. "Yes, he's a mercenary. But right now he's under the protection of the U.S. government. He's no threat to the BSAA." Sherry defended, it seemed she had this little speech prepared.

"Unless someone pays me to be." The man muttered but was loud enough for people to hear.

"What did you just say?" Piers threatened, trying to get up in the man's face if you hadn't held him back.

The man didn't say anything, he just turned to look at you three. Chris was staring at him with a funny look, a look that said he knew him in some way.

"What?" The man asked, clearly noticing the look as well.

"Nothing." Chris responded, but something was clearly up.

You were about to pull Chris aside and ask but HQ interrupted your train of thought.

"HQ to Alpha Team. Reinforcements are unable to land due to anti-aircraft artillery. Take 'em out!" The man said, his timing was pretty perfect since after he finished his sentence, the sound of aircrafts and firearms were heard.

"Alpha Team, copy." Chris responded, seeing where a lot of the guns were.

"What the--?! We're picking up a large bogey on radar. It's heading right for you!" HQ reported, causing your blood to run cold.

'Not one of these guys again.' You thought as you glanced at Piers, who looked like he was thinking the same thing.

An aircraft from the J'avo came into view, carrying one of those yeti monsters with it.

"We'll talk later. Right now, you need to find cover." Chris said to Sherry, but she clearly wasn't gonna listen.

The B.O.W. landed and roared before chasing you, Chris, and Piers. Sherry and the man followed you. Echo Team's captain had contacted Chris about the anti-aircraft guns and said that they'd be able to land if we got rid of them.

"Chris! We'll give you a hand!" Sherry said, catching up to Chris a little.

"Out of the question! You need to get to safety!" Chris said, not willing to hear her out.

"Don't worry about me. I can handle myself, and you need the help!" Sherry replied, Claire definitely had some sort of impression on Sherry when she was younger.

"Christ... My chances of survival were higher when I was a soldier of fortune." The man muttered, you weren't gonna question him but could definitely understand his thought process at the moment.

Finn had found one of the guns and set charges on it while the five of you fought off any J'avos that tried to get in the way. After Finn left to go to the other gun, you five stayed behind to kill the B.O.W.

It didn't take long once Chris and Piers realized that what you did before actually takes away its life faster than just shooting it. It started to slowly become a cycle, Sherry and the man would get it to collapse a little, one of you three would jump on its hand and attack its weak spot. Eventually, it died and all of you moved on to find Finn.

Find the next gun wasn't difficult and it was just starting to look like things were going okay. The J'avos could only attack from one place, Chris and Piers took care of most of them. They kinda left you, Sherry and the man to just stand there and make sure no one came up from the stairs. The gun was destroyed and you all were about to move on, until...

"There's another giant B.O.W. closing in on your location!" Echo warned you through your ear piece.

You turned around and saw the B.O.W. climb over a building to get to you guys.

"It's the one we lost at the Two of Hearts!" Piers said, you questioned how he was able to tell the difference between B.O.W.s that looked basically the same.

"Alpha! Prepare to engage!" Chris ordered through the ear piece.

Chris glanced at all of you guys, silently telling you that you were gonna fight it. When all of you nodded, you bolted out of the building and into another, repeating the cycle you did with the other one. Once it was dead, you went back to the building prior to meet up with Finn.

"Everyone into that underground passage!" Finn called out, seeing as other soldiers were following now as well.

The passage was filled with J'avos but they were pretty easy to take out. Thankfully, no more B.O.W.s came back and Finn was able to destroy the final gun.

"Good work out there, Alpha! Echo Team will be landing shortly." Echo said, you could hear some of the aircrafts coming back.