#resident evil 2 x male reader

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Growing Pains CH2 (MWC Day 8!)

Pairing: RE2 Leon Kennedy x Male(Intended) Reader Summary: College AU/Meet-cute(?) The cute guy that Claire hangs out with finally works up the courage to talk to you. Words: 1,662/200 Warnings: a few curse words but that's to be expected. Notes: Leon is super shy and awkward, I haven't read through it but when I was writing the dialogue and the text between it felt pretty chunky so if anyone has notes about that please let me know, I'm experimenting a little with the paragraphs, let me know if you liked the smaller ones better.

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Friday felt like it would never end, like you’d never be able to catch a break. You had to feel grateful, though, it hadn’t rained yet and your weather app told you it would be sunny all day. The extreme difference in the weather kept you reeling, back home the temperature and weather were usually consistent with the month, but after moving closer to school you'd noticed that the weather was a lot more sporadic here; yesterday it had been freezing and pouring for the majority of the day, getting as low as 10 °C with a warning for hail. Today was the complete opposite, the temperature had been between 26 and 32 °C with absolutely no clouds in sight. The extreme (and unwarranted) differences in the weather had left you staggering to catch up, you’d woken up that morning absolutely drenched in sweat and blinded by the sun. Having set your thermostat to keep up with the freezing temperatures outside and the poor insulation of your cheap apartment, since it had been cloudy all week you never bothered with your curtains or blinds but clearly that was a mistake. 

You probably shouldn't say you hated Chicago, it was nice sometimes and the students here were pretty respectful. You could count on one hand all of the times you’ve actually had a bad customer experience and all of them centered around finals or exams. You look up as the bell dings and a customer enters, he’s huge, completely dwarfing you in size. As soon as he steps up to the counter you recognize him, his pale skin, and the weird markings on his face. You’ve heard Claire complaining about him time and time again, he was apparently so strict that no one in his classes has ever passed. 

You highly doubted that no one’s ever passed but since she never gave you his name, and only referred to him as the Evil Tyrant of the West Wing, you could never fact-check her. Evil tyrant or not, you still had a job to do and money to make so, you put on your best smile and greeted him politely. He orders a black coffee and a triple shot of expresso, you’re a little intimidated by his voice, and maybe his order but you know plenty of guys with his stature and intimidating aura who are actually sweethearts. The order is simple, youve made it so many times for the poor professors who used to come by in the dead of night, it's pure muscle memory at this point. Getting his order made and totaled up on the register takes little to no thought, he waits like he's got better things to do, and before you can tell him he tosses the exact total onto the counter, paying without thanking (or tipping) you. 

He scoops up his two drinks before marching out of the shop. His footsteps are loud and heavy, clunky boots dropping down hard onto the linoleum like you used to do as a pubescent 16-year-old throwing a tantrum, you think about how every time you did that your mom would call you disrespectful and she’d take away your phone. At that thought small smile forms on your face, you can't help but feel a little amused at the image of your tiny, 5’4 mother disciplining a man about as tall and wide as a skyscraper. “What an ass.” You huff and glance back down at the tip jar, it was a measly four bucks and some change, mostly quarters. You’ve had worse tips, at least this could buy you a water and maybe some peanuts or sunflower seeds if you chose right. 

You lean against the counter and cast a glance out of the big windows at the front, the guy Claire eats with is out there looking like a terrified puppy, he’s gripping the handles of his bike tightly as the tyrant guy chews into him for something you can only imagine. You watch as the tyrant storms off, pretty dramatically, Claire's friend puts up his bike and locks it to the pole before coming inside, he flinches when he sees you watching and shakily pulls off his (stupid-looking) helmet. “You- uh… Did you see all that?” His voice shakes slightly and he fidgets with the helmet nervously “Maybe.” You shrug wanting to cut the guy some slack. “Was it something you wanted me to see?” He shakes his head and you go back to the register, “Then I guess I didn't see anything.” He visibly relaxes but his steps toward the counter are a little shaky, you’re already tapping his order into the register by the time he gets up to the counter. “I didn't even order yet…” He sounds a little flustered and you look up to see that his cheeks have gone pink. “You get the same thing every time.” You counter, tapping the green total button on the register, “What if I wanted something different.” His voice evens out like he's getting more comfortable. “Did you?” - “No.” You chuckle at the absurdity and shake your head. 

“2.95 big guy.” There's a pause and you look up expectantly, he's looking at you star-struck but as soon as you make eye contact he fumbles for his wallet, dropping his helmet in the process. “Um- im so sorry…” He apologizes quickly, handing you a five and bending to pick up his helmet. “S’fine.” you pause to put his cash into the register and pull out his change. “Two-oh-five is your change.” You hand it back only for him to drop it into your tip jar, he smiles and takes his cookie when you hand it to him. “Is- uh. I mean- is Claire not here today?” He fumbles a little, tearing off pieces of his cookie. 

You shake your head “Nah, not yet. Summer’s always slow.” He nods along with you, it's obvious he knows Claire isn't here. You look over at the windows again and check your watch, it's just about closing time. “Why is that?” He breaks the silence as you log out of the register, you look up at him a little caught off guard, “Hm? Why what?” His cheeks go pink and he fumbles for words- “Um… I mean- uh. Why is summer always slow?” You nod, understanding what he meant, and go back to the register with a shrug, “Luis says it’s ‘cause of the heat, no one wants hot drinks.” He nods slightly and finishes off his cookie, crumpling up the napkin as he lingers. It's not hard to see that he wants to keep talking to you and you almost feel bad for him, you finish logging off and nod in the direction of the trash can. “Bet you a free drink you can't get that into the trash from here.” You know you shouldn't be handing out drinks but he's too cute and it's the first thing that pops into your head. 

He visibly lights up, his eyes get wider and his back straightens “Alright.” He looks back at the trash can by the door, taking his attention off of you. You can't help but admire him while he lines up his shot, he's got a cute side profile, he's pretty tall, and his hair looks nice and soft. He raises the napkin over his head and tosses it in, you tear your eyes away from the muscle in his arms to see the balled-up napkin bounce off the window and into the trash. He looks back at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, you shrug and smile back while turning to grab a cup. “I was on the basketball team in high school.” He says sounding more confident than he had earlier, you snort as he reveals this crucial information after he wins your little game. 

“Guess I set myself up then, huh?” You get a cup and turn back to him, “Whatchu want?” He looks proud of himself, his shoulders relaxed and held back confidently. You can't help but think he looks handsome when he’s confident like this, the worry lines on his face disappear, his brows unfurrow, and he actually looks his age. “What if…” He trails off, his demeanor turning anxious again. He swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing with the effort, “uh- w- what if… I got your number, instead of a drink?” A smile forces its way onto your face, he looks so nervous he might give himself an aneurysm. You huff playfully, unable to resist, this has to be the highlight of your week. 

You turn away from him to brew an iced coffee, It might be a little mean for you to draw this out, to make him worry more. “You want milk and sugar?” But you’ve always struggled with self-control. There's a long pause, before- “Ye… um yes please.” His voice is small and there's a slight shake if you listen close enough. You feel a little bad for doing this but you continue, you never pussy out. You finish brewing his coffee and in a smooth, well-practiced motion, you slap a sticker on the side and mark it with your name and number, putting a little x underneath. 

You hand it to him and without giving him time to think or breathe you herd him out of the shop. “Gotta close, call me later.” You shut and lock the door as he stands in front of it bewildered, his brain takes a while to catch up and you see him look down at the coffee in his hand and start to turn around but you’re faster; turning off the open sign and closing the blinds with a speed that you should be using for more important things, like getting dressed when you’re late to class, or finishing an essay that's about to be overdue, not being mysterious to the cute guy who still hasn't given you his name.

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A/N: it's getting easier and easier to write already, it didn't take half as long as yesterday's did to get 1,000 words. It feels so much good to actually feel happy writing. I can't help but feel worried it's not going to last forever with my fluctuating mental health but I've been looking up a few books to help improve my writing, grammar, flow, and punctuation and I've been seeing a lot of these writers saying that it's okay for you to be worried about that and to just push through.

[chosokamolvr]

puppy hybrid!leon kennedy x ftm reader

(written with re2 leon in mind)

- nsfw under the cut

- you were out at work all day and leon was feeling weird down there and he couldn't understand why.

- leon's ears were drooped down for the whole day, his tail wagging slightly and a tent in his pants. all he could think about was you and your scent and what he could do to you.. it didn't help his boner at all.

- leon didn't know what to do to soothe his problem, so the only thing he could think of was to go to your room.

- the poor puppy rushed up to your room and he frantically searched for something to help him.

- he looked around your bed, your table and your drawers but he found nothing.

- but.. your scent was beciming too overwhelming for him and his cock was aching in his pants. he couldn't do this anymore.

- leon took one of your tshirts and held it up to his face, inhaling your scent. it was what he needed, but it wasn't enough just yet.

- leon dropped himself down onto your bed, shuffling around to get his trousers off and in hopes of getting some friction against his dick.

- once his pants were off, leon starting furiously stroking his dick with his hand. he didn't care that it sort of stung from how fast he was going, he needed this. even if this was the only way that would make him relieved.

- leon kept stroking himself as he sniffed your shirt, slightly humping the air.

- he needed you so badly, he didn't know what to do without you. he needed to put his dick inside you, he didn't know why but he needed it. his hand wasn't enough.

- eventually, you returned home and called for leon. in response, you only got a few groans, moans and whines coming from your bedroom.

- being as curious as ever, you decide to investigate. you venture into your bedroom to find leon half naked, trying to get himself off by smelling your shirt.

- "leon..?" you question, eyebrow raised as you wondered why he was in your bed, half naked. not that you minded though.. your interest was piqued.

- "need.. your help.. please.." leon whimpered, still pathetically palming at his cock. who were you to disagree?

- you got onto the bed besides him, gently stroking his cock with your own hand. you move the shirt from his face and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

- this wasn't doing it for leon, however. he needed more. he needed to feel his cock inside of you, he needed to breed you full of his pups.

- "no.." leon shook his head, sniffling slightly as he tried to move your hand away from his dick. "need you properly.. want you inside.." he whimpered.

- you nod at him. of course you weren't going to deny him, he was just a cute puppy boy who was so desperate (and most likely in his heat, or rut or whatver it was called.)

- you slip off your own trousers and boxers before sitting down against the headboard of the bed, spreading your legs open for leon.

- leon's eyes immediately went wide open. he couldn't believe that he was looking at you like this for the first time. it was just so perfect and right.

- leon lowered himself and he gave a quick kiss to your pussy before positioning himself right outside your entrance.

- "thank you.. thank you.." he mumbled before he pushed his dick inside, gripping onto your hips. you were so tight - like a vice around his dick. he loved it.

- then, leon started to thrust as if he wasn't going to such an opportunity ever again.

- he was fast and sloppy, but you didn't mind. you still felt good and you loved it.

- you held onto leon's shoulders and moaned as you felt him thrust in and out continously. it was perfect..

- "shit leon.. you've definitely been waiting for this all day haven't you?" you say, chuckling slightly before another moan manages to escape your lips.

- leon nods and he lets out a whimper of his own, already feeling close to cumming. he had been waiting the whole day for you, and now that he had you, he was already close to the edge.

- "you've been a good boy.." you groan at leon, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. "you can let yourself go.." you mumble, getting lost in the pleasure already.

- leon whines and he starts to thrust even faster than he had before. it didn't even seem that it was humanly possible for him to go that fast.. but it made sense since he was a hybrid after all.

- "gonna.. gonna stuff you full.." leon whimpered, giving you a kiss on the cheek before speaking again. "gonna give you my pups.." he says.

- then, leon finally lets loose and he cums inside your pussy, doing as he said he would. he stuffed you fulled.

- "shit, leon.." you laugh, breathing in an out heavily as leon slows down his pace. "i don't think we're done yet.." you smirk.

- leon's eyes widen and his mouth drops open. before he can even respond, you're the one on top of him now, getting ready to ride him until he broke.

- it was a long night for leon, but he was glad he could share it with you and no one else.

[chanif-art]

Yandere! Leon S Kennedy (re2)

“Don’t go, please..”

“Please”

“Please”

“Please”

“Please”

I would like to imagine him in re2 as a puppy type

Definitely clingy, obsession, possessive, puppy eyes, whimpering, whining as hell.

He would do anything just to get your attention.

If you were a officer like him, he would always offer himself his help.

If you were not? he would always find an opportunity to appear in front of you (while on duty or not, he couldn’t care less)

When you are near, his eyes are always lit up.

Oh no! you wanna leave him right now? What? want some time alone?

That’s not an excuse!

You must always be with him. ALWAYS

But if you insist, well, he would use his puppy eyes

Maybe using some tears as well, and it immediately softens your heart.

He knew that it would work, he knew everything about you

And when you become his darling.

Oh, He would take it to another level.

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[yandere-daze]

As you may have noticed, I started getting into Resident Evil and the Leon brainworms are strong. I am so down bad for this man so it was inevitable that I would have to write something for him soon.

So here you go, enjoy!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, over-protectiveness, delusional mindset, mentions of violence and guns ( because it´s resident evil), staring, delusional mindset

Please do tell me if there is anything else you would like to have tagged!

General Yandere! RE2 Leon Kennedy headcanons

I believe that rather than an authority figure or someone working with the government, Yandere! RE2 Leon would fall in love and grow obsessed with a civilian

He first sees you in Racoon City, an innocent bystander running away with a zombie following behind very closely. You were scared to death and Leon immediately decided to jump into action, not at all hesitating drawing his gun and shooting the zombie until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving

It has always been in his nature to protect other people and so naturally, he just had to help you out.

But there was also a different reason why he had decided to help you. Truthfully, Leon had just been overwhelmed with relief to see another living human being amidst this hell he had been thrown into. All this time he had feared that he might be truly alone in this, but now there´s someone else. Someone that can keep him company in these dire times. Someone he can talk to. Someone he can protect and keep safe

Of course you´re very happy to see Leon after he had basically just saved your life and so, after you´ve both introduced yourself to each other, you agree to tag along with Leon when he offers to take you with him

I mean why wouldn´t you? Going with him would greatly increase your chances of surviving this entire ordeal and not being completely alone just lifts a huge weight off your shoulders

You´re honestly just glad that Leon lets you go with him, it´s not like you´re really of use to him, so you would have understood if he decided that it was too much to deal with

And yet, when he looks at you with a small smile and promises you that he´ll keep you safe no matter what, you have a feeling that you can trust him to keep his promise

And he definitely does! Whenever a zombie appears, Leon tells you to get behind him while he wastes no time shooting them.

He has to admit though, the way you fearfully hide behind him and stick close to him makes him feel a little strange. Why does it feel so good for you to go to him for protection? Why does he like knowing that he´s the one making sure you´re unharmed, the one taking care of you?

Why does he not want to let go when he protectively wraps an arm around your waist?

Yes, the more time passes, the more Leon starts to fall for you. Going through such a traumatic event with someone else by your side probably speeds up the process too.

You´re both the only partner the other one has. And so, Leon starts to get attached to you. The way he feels about you slowly shifts from someone he met under unfortunate circumstances to someone he met because it was meant to be this way. Fate had brought the two of you together.

Why else would you two be the only living people in this place? There was simply no other explanation.

And he had certainly taken notice of the way his heart speeds up when you smile at him every time you thank him for taking care of you.

He wants to take care of you forever. He wants to show you that he could. Better than anyone else.

And so, Leon gets more and more protective, determined to make sure you both get out of this alive so you can start planning your future with each other.

Because of this, he doesn´t like it when you stray too far away from him. Just having you leave him for around a minute makes him want to make a mad dash to go after you, immensely worried that something might happen to you while he´s not there to protect you.

He´s pacing around the room and biting his fingernails when you tell him you just want to check out a room you saw down the hallway real quick. It doesn´t matter that he already killed all the zombies roaming these halls on your way here, what if there´s another one? What if you´re all alone in that dark room and suddenly the door slams closed and a zombie tumbles out of a locker? What if he wouldn´t be able to get to you quickly enough? What if you died because he wasn´t there?

These thoughts keep eating at him and so Leon practically insists on going everywhere with you, he starts getting really clingy all of a sudden, not letting you walk even two steps without him trailing closely behind.

You might have gotten mad about someone acting that way usually but you can´t really bring yourself to blame him, considering the situation you were in.

Still, you found it kind of creepy how his eyes never seemed to leave your form. Whenever you would turn your head to look at Leon, you would catch him already staring at you intensely.

He´d have the shame to blush and apologize for staring at you but he never really stops doing it either. He just can´t help it, you´re so enchanting he has to always have his eyes on you! It´s like he´s drawn to you.

Um, he always has to make sure you´re safe, is what he meant to say there actually! There´s no other motive behind his staring!

But yes, Yandere! RE2 Leon is like a lovesick little puppy that trails after you and practically begs for your praise.

There´s always this creepily bright smile on his face whenever you thank him for doing something for you. It´s like he´s living off of your praises. And he is, truthfully. There´s nothing better to him than hearing your praise, it makes all this work worth it.

It just feels so good to hear you compliment him so sometimes he makes a show out of killing zombies, trying to look as cool as possible in front of you in an attempt to charm you. He wants you to think he´s cool and reliable. He wants you to think that he´s a good partner. That he could be the perfect boyfriend for you.

Because he´s sure that there´s no one out there that cares about you as much as he does. He would do absolutely anything for you. You could use him as much as you like and he would do it all with a smile on his face.

He just wants to show you how much he adores you, how much he loves you! That you two are meant to be together! He´s too shy to say it to you outright but he knows you must also feel the same way about him. You must! Because you´re soulmates and now that he finally met you, Leon is not willing to let go of you again.

It´s unlikely he would ever lock you up or kidnap you but he desperately wants to be a part of your life.

So please just say you love him back! Tell him you´ll never let him go and Leon will worship you every single day for the rest of his life.

[g4yforethan]

rescue

pairing: leon kennedy x gn reader

summary: leon saves reader from escaping raccoon city and falls for them

warnings: cursing, pure fluff, kissing!

a/n: been obsessed with resident evil for a while now so i just wanted to do this for my re fanss ;)) also ik the pics i chose are from re4 just go with it.

you were in your apartment folding laundry in the living room. the tv was turned on as re-runs of tv shows played in the background. all of a sudden, “BREAKING NEWS” displayed over your television screen. as you got closer to the tv, you heard screams and bangs coming from your complex. “we interrupt this broadcast as Raccoon City has fallen victim to a mysterious virus spreading throughout the city. We advise all residents to take shelter and gather resources in case of evacuation.” the broadcast lost signal and the screen was now black.

you were terrified by this news as you lived alone and had little to no knowledge about what to do in a situation like this. then, a bang on your door startled you and almost caused you to have a heart attack. “who’s there??” you shouted out the most cliche horror movie question but there was no response. you got closer to the door, tip-toeing all the way to your peephole. you looked through and saw a man standing there but he didn’t look like a man. his skin was pale as a ghost and he was missing his right arm. you gasped and ran towards your window to escape.

when you got to the front of your apartment complex , you ran left towards a gas station hoping that someone would be able to help. once you got there, it was pitch black and there didn’t seem to be anyone inside. you walked around before hearing screams coming from the backroom. gunshots go off as you run to take cover. all of a sudden, a man runs out and grabs you. "IT'S NOT SAFE HERE LET'S GO!" he screamed as he pushed outside towards his car. you went inside and finally got a good look of him. even in the situation, you noticed how attractive he was but tried not to focus too much on that. "thank you so much. i'm so confused! what is happening?!" you asked him as he drove out of the gas station and onto the road. "i could ask you the same thing! listen it's my first day on the job and this shit happens. i must have great luck i guess."he rolled his eyes and tried to find a safe place for you both.

"the news reporter said something about a virus but i always thought a virus would just mean a cold or something not FUCKING zombies!" you screamed as you still tried to grasp what was happening. the man could tell you were shaking from anxiety and pulled over. "hey hey it's okay. whatever happens i'll make sure we both get out of here safe and sound. it's my job." you smiled at him and felt your heart rate go down. "thanks for that. it was sweet. what's your name?" "Leon. Leon S. Kennedy. yours?" "y/n. you have a cute name leon." you noticed leon started to blush and put his hand on your shoulder. "if we make it out of here alive, can i take you out on a date?"

you were taken back by what he said. one because you two had just met and second you were both in the middle of a life or death situation. "umm yeah sure i would love to." you both smiled at each other as leon turned to the road and found an exit out of raccoon city. after a while, he found a motel that was vacant and the two of you went inside to rest. "how about we just stay here for the night and get some rest?" he asked you as he took off his shirt and pants and went into bed. "i mean yeah sure if that's okay." the two of you laid in bed as leon kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. "i'm so glad i met you tonight. we're gonna be okay i promise. just get some rest y/n." he reassured you with another kiss on your shoulder. you turned and kissed him on the lips. "thank you leon. so after all of this is over, where are we going for our first date?"

[zzprompto]

☆ stolen glances

re2 ! leon kennedy x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: ever since leon joined the rpd, he continues to catch his colleague, [name] staring at him. however, leon isn't sure why but he's determined to find out [name]'s reasoning. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

- no outbreak au, just normal rookie leon

it hadn't been that long since leon joined the rpd. he had wanted the job for ages, and he finally got it. he couldn't of been happier once he heard the news that he got accepted, or when it was his first day on the job.

however, whenever leon was at the station doing less skilled jobs or paperwork he couldn't help but notice someone staring. not once, not twice, but multiple times. he didn't understand why this person kept staring at him or looking his way all the time. did he do something wrong? did he say something wrong? leon didn't understand. all he tried to do was be friendly towards everyone, but it seemed that someone probably didn't like that.

soon enough, leon found out that the person always staring at him was [name]. he wasn't that much older than leon, they were around a similar age. and he was fairly new to the rpd too - just like leon.

but still, leon didn't understand why [name] kept staring. maybe [name] wanted to be friends? maybe [name] disliked leon and his staring was actually just glaring? maybe leon had something on his face all the time without realising? whatever it was, leon couldn't figure it out for the life of him.

leon started to grow uneasy, and quite tired of [name]'s unsolicited staring. the rookie finally had enough. he was going to put his foot down and confront [name] about it once and for all.

however, when he did end up confronting [name], the response leon received was truly unexpected.

"[name].." leon starts as he finally approached [name] during their lunch break. "can i talk to you?" the male asked, biting on the inside of his cheek after speaking as he waited for a response from [name].

the other male looked up at leon and nodded. he was a little confused, unsure what he had done wrong to make leon come over and talk to him. hopefully it wasn't something bad, but by the tone of leon's voice it was definitely something that had been upsetting and bothering the man for a while. [name] was nervous. he hadn't felt this uneasy in a while.

leon takes in a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was going to say and how [name] was going to reply. he reassured himself mentally before speaking to his colleague again.

"do you.. do you hate me or something?" leon asked, a frown on his face as he looked at [name]. "i always catch you staring at me- glaring even. did i do something wrong? i'm sorry if i did something wrong i didn't mean to." leon continued, the words spilling out of his mouth as fast as rain fell out of the sky during a storm.

[name]'s eyes widened for a number of reasons. the first reason being that he didn't expect leon to want to talk about his staring, and the second reason being that leon thought his staring was a bad thing. a thing grown from hatred and malice.

truth be told, [name] didn't glare or stare at leon out of hate. he was just curious about him, and found the new cop quite cute too. he hoped that his staring and stolen glances from afar would help him get to know leon better. [name] also never would've guessed that leon actually knew that he was staring. god was [name] embarrassed now.

[name] opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth shut closed upon opening. he tried to talk, to say the words that were filling his mind now but he just couldn't. he felt too embarrassed and caught off guard to know how to respond properly. today officially marked the end of [name]'s short life.

"erm.. no.." [name] managed to get out, shaking his head as he finished his short sentence. "i don't hate you- seriously!" [name] said, hoping that his weak defense would convince leon someone. it didn't seem like it was working though.

leon narrowed his eyes at [name]. now he was the one glaring, not [name]. he wasn't buying the other cop's excuse, it wasn't even backed up yet. all [name] did was say that he didn't hate leon. sure, it did make leon feel a little relieved but he needed a bit more to go off from.

[name] sighed, realising that his words weren't going to get through to leon just yet. he'd need to say something more. he was going to actually have to confess the truth. this was definitely the end of [name].

"gods.. how do i explain this.." [name] mumbled to himself as he threw his head down, heat rising in his face as he felt so embarrassed. he definitely didn't want to explain this to leon. leon was going to hate him instead of him hating leon.

"i'm just.. really curious about you. i thought that maybe staring at you would somehow tell me something about you- that maybe i'd have the courage to talk to you or something." [name] rambled, meeting leon's blue eyes briefly as he spoke. he really hoped that leon wasn't going to find him any weird for confessing this. "i mean, it is hard to find the courage in yourself to talk to a cute guy, such as yourself." [name] slips out without realising.

leon's brows furrowed as he listened to what [name] was rambling on about. soon his stern expression was switched to one of shock. a red coloured his cheeks and his eyes softened as he now started at [name]. he couldn't believe what he had just heard. it was definitely not what he was expecting.

[name] tapped his fingers on his desk, waiting nervously for a reply from the rookie. he didn't want leon to think of him as a freak or something, that would be far from what [name] was trying to achieve from the beginning.

"oh.. i certainly wasn't expecting that." leon responded, scratching the back of his neck. he was flustered by [name]'s confession, and everything from the look on his face to his body language showed proof of that.

"so.. you think i'm cute? is that what i'm hearing?" leon asks, a smile on his lips as he looks at [name]. it was as if it was the only thing that he picked up from the whole rant [name] went on. but, of course, now it was [name]'s turn to be flustered.

[name] felt his whole body go stiff and hot at leon's response. all he could do was nod his head at the man before dropping it so his smile wouldn't show. he couldn't believe that leon was playing his game now.

"if you think i'm cute.. do you want to get coffee sometime?" leon asked, a small chuckle escaping his lips. [name] couldn't resist leon at all this point forward. was it because he embarrassed himself infront of leon? or was it just leon's simple charm? probably both.

"or tea- or something else of course!" leon continued, covering his mouth as he realised what he said. [name] was immediately pulled out of his thoughts as he heard leon speak. "i mean.. if you don't like coffee we can get something else of course!" leon carried on and on and on.

[name] looked at leon and he just took the rookie's hand in his own. he stared into leon's eyes and smiled.

"we can go get anything after this shift.. as long as it's not just you getting more stares from me.." [name] joked, shaking his head after. "although, i think after this date of ours, i think i'm going to be staring at you forever.." [name] mumbled, pressing a kiss to leon's hand.

oh how leon was completely estatic that he figured out the reason behind [name]'s stolen glances...

☆ author's note: i hope you guys enjoy :)

☆ masterlist ▪︎ request

[charliedakotariley]

I took it upon myslef.

And the original drawing bc wtf not...

Not really proud of it, might do better in the future, mr. mental health is le shite rn.

Next time I'm gonna add high heels as well.

Also I DESPISE drawing clothes.

Anyway enjoy. ❤️❤️‍🔥

PS: Tell me what's better, the edited and app-drawn one or the original, on-paper-drawn one.

[issa-pheonyx]

Since you did goth yan what if you did a twist on that and did goth reader ?? 😵‍💫

Could be paired with any character but im imagining re2 leon being both really attracted to but also really scared of the reader

𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱! 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻. 𝗦𝗼, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻~👀🖤

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

-Okay, to start off with people (friends and his coworkers at the department) would find it both strange, yet curious based on witnessing you guys standing together. The rookie with a goth? Now way-oh you were not joking. How the hell was he able to even talk to someone so highly different?

-Now crushing on you may have been the way you were attractively intimidating from the looks seeing how he never met someone like yourself in his life. Of course, there are trolls who have talk shit on the stereotypes which you were not phased by it (as you should💅🏽) , however the rookie cop was not having it, defending you like a guarded puppy to you

-He sees you that you are really talented and protective of your creativity amongst the arts, having strengths of independence and respect for all aesthetics even for being called a 'weirdo' for being goth, etc. He would praise and worship you for having such a unique style and do not let anyone get to you, because those who are basic or just have no taste would usually copy off or project themselves onto you, because you happily and lovingly express yourself

-As more to discuss on the being scared of you part, yes, not going to lie he was shitting bricks when he made the first move. Lets say a scenario of you being involved in a scene saving someone's life who had a knife, but you were not afraid and had the courage to fight off the bastard and wield a pocket knife like it's nothing. He thought you were scary cause how did you get him pinned and second of all what the fuck was the knife doing against his neck you could just threw it aside until the cops came

-So, yes he is scared of you cause of the 'the more you fuck around, the more you're going to find out' energy you hold and having the biggest dick energy cause goddamn you is the shit and you can pull your own weight. Sure, he had stalked caught you intruding an abandoned cathedral, because it looked so pretty outside you just want to see inside so badly. This was a good excuse for him to talk to you more and more as you both walked around, you're taking pictures and videos here and there, and he sticks around you like a damn puppy smiling as you tell him more about your style cause he is genuinely curious

-You and him developed a genuine friendship since you were usually just known as the goth instead of you as a person with other individuals/groups. Leon really wanted to get to know you more and more, but the issue is there are people who will find ways to pick on you both. Leon as the rookie cop and you as the goth crush. People would laugh at the thought of him taking a liking of you cause again you guys are opposites

-Thankfully, you would shut them down with respect, maturity, and boldness in which they immediately have their tail between their legs. Leon would try to be light and taken jokingly on their statements (even when they're genuinely rude) which pisses you off, because hey Leon that wasn't a joke they are actually being assholes. So, I guess right then and there the platonic bond turned to a romantic one-developing feelings for you, because you not only express your love and creativity for your gothic aesthetic, but more as a human being who respects those who deserve it and calls out those who are undeserving of it

-You were also developing feelings for Leon too. In denial at first thinking it could be a dumb crush and you will get over with it. But, no it was real, because he sticks with you again like a damn pup you know the routine and defends you whenever someone disrespects or criticize you. He knows you. Everything about you and knows whatever bullshit they're saying is not true. You always had defend other people who you gave so much respect only to be betrayed, because you will be always the weirdo to them. Not as (Y/N)....

▌│█║▌║▌║ 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~🖤🫣

[beautifulblooms]

Leon S. Kennedy Headcanons+Drabble

Male reader in mind with these, he/him pronouns used, kinda set in Re2 cause I've been playing it and I can't get that specific version out of my head, might do another one like this but Re4 remake cause uhhh, they did him right with that one. Anyways, enjoy this clusterfuck of gay thoughts about the best rookie in all of Raccoon City.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine-aligned, and male readers!

He is honestly adorable

So sweet, very kind-hearted, definition of a lovey dovey boyfriend right here

Definitely the kind of person to try and stay up late to watch movies with you but ends up falling asleep halfway through

Not that you mind cause that just means you can play with his hair and he won’t complain

On the topic of his hair

By the grace of the gods is it soft as fuck

Please, play with it, even if he whines about it, he loves it (definitely not cause he wants you to pull it, never, how could that possibly be a possibility)

Loves cuddling with you

Doesn’t matter the context he just loves it

Early in the morning before you two have to do anything

Late at night before you go to bed 

Hell even in the middle of the day when he needs to recharge

He has a tendency to be very quiet when he’s walking around the house

Neither of you know why he does it, but it does provide him with a lot of good opportunities to scare you

Standing at the kitchen counter, you were mixing up some batter for pancakes, hoping to surprise Leon with breakfast in bed. Too focused on measuring out the next ingredient you didn’t hear or sense Leon walking into the kitchen, eyes half-closed to avoid the sun’s bright light flooding the room. He slowly walked up behind you to see what you were doing, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. The sudden touch scared the absolute shit out of you, making you fling the teaspoon you were holding across the kitchen and jump up in his arms. 

“Fuck me!! Christ Leon, you’re way too good at scaring me,” He merely chuckled and buried his head further into your shoulder, once again trying to hide his eyes from the sun.

“I didn’t mean to, but you left the bed and you know I can’t sleep without you,” Right, he always finds comfort in sleeping with you, he struggles any time he has to go out of town and you can’t go with him. You sighed and shifted around in his arms to face him, holding his hips lightly as he was still gripping onto you. 

“Well if you want to go back to sleep, I’ll be done with these in a few minutes, then we can lay back down together, how’s that sound hm?” He looked up at you for the first time, those beautiful blue eyes staring back at you, half-lidded with sleep. 

“Can we go back to sleep now? I wanna cuddle you,” Sighing again with a small smile you kissed him gently.

“Let me get this in the fridge so it doesn’t go bad on the counter, guess I’m making pancakes later.” Leon smiled and let go of you to head back to your shared bed, awaiting your warmth to comfort him back into slumber. Making your way into the room, he opened his arms and lifted the blanket to let you into the cozy embrace of your beautiful boyfriend. Cuddling up next to him, his head rested against your chest, arms wrapped around your middle while he slowly fell back asleep, taking you into a lovely slumber with him. 

[sebaztianlovesgeek]

Please make more Leon Kennedy x male reader, pretty please

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Be glad you’re not here, rookie.

The note burnt a hole in Leon's pocket, weighing him down like the paper was made of lead. It wasn't fair, he should’ve been there- Be glad, Leon’s seen the note so many times over the last six years the words are seared into his brain, he cant forget.

He wont forget, what kind of person would he be if he did? He killed Marvin, everyone in the station died and Leon hadn't done a damn thing to stop it, even if he couldn't he was still standing while the rest of his coworkers were ash, why couldn't he have just died-

The train of thought brings a sting to his eyes but he forces the tears down before they could even surface, not here, not in front of you. You didn't deserve Leon you didn't deserve the DSO- no, the DSO didn't deserve you, they didn't deserve to take away the life in your eyes like they had him, they didn't deserve to take the youth in your face or the rich color in your hair.

and yet, like the world singled him out every time here Leon was staring down at your filthy pale frame in his arms, you weren't dead, his fingers were pressed firmly against the pulse point in your neck but you sure looked it, the amount of blood you'd lost could put down a child.

“Be glad you’re not here, rookie.” Leon thinks of himself, but instead of the younger weak form of himself he hates he sees you, your sparkling eyes, your giant smile, your loud laugh. a tear falls onto your cheek- one, then another, and another, until Leon is sobbing clutching you to his chest like if he lets go you’ll die.

he doesn't register your hand in his hair until your other arm is wrapped around his shoulders. he hiccups and tries to look up at you but he can't make himself, he buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath trying to collect himself but all he gets is the smell of you soaked by the iron of your blood and he’s crying again, unable to stop himself.

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A/n - Re playing re2 and every time i get to the room with Leons desk i want to cry

[chosokamolvr]

cheap plastic

leon kennedy x ftm reader

- nsfw under the cut

leon's moans and whimpers sounded throughout the room as [name] pounded him from behind. skin slapping, squelching and everything else just echoed off of the walls.

"fuck.." [name] mumbled, keeping a grip on leon's hair. "can't believe you're whining this much over some cheap plastic.." the male chuckled, keeping a steady pace with his thrusts.

it was leon's idea in the first place. he suggested to [name] that they should try using a strap on. of course, [name] agreed. he just couldn't wait to see how pathetic leon looked getting fucked by his (plastic) dick.

[name] continued to thrust, the movement of his hips gradually becoming harsher and faster. leon was tearing up into the pillows underneath him, his dick red and sore as he felt close to cumming.

"i can't imagine how you'll be when i get bottom surgery.." [name] huffs, panting heavily as he kept thrusting into leon's tight hole. "you'll probably be 10 times worse.." [name] chuckled.

leon couldn't reply. the poor man just moaned into the pillows even more, his drool and tears coating them entirely. he loved what [name] was doing to him, even if he couldn't say it verbally right now. all he could do was take what [name] was giving to him.

a loud smack was then heard throughout the room. "you're such a slut. such a dumb slut for this plastic dick aren't you?" [name] scoffed, a smirk on his lips as he gives leon another smack on the ass. "can't even reply to what i'm saying because this plastic has made you so dumb, hasn't it?" [name] cooed, tightly holding onto leon's hair.

[name]'s thrusts started to slow down and get less rougher. he was still hitting leon's prostate, wanting his boyfriend to cum soon. all of [name]'s movements were planned just to make leon feel pleasure and to make him cum.

"you're gonna cum, aren't you?" [name] leaned down to whisper in leon's ear. leon just whined and he nodded, not knowing what else to do or say.

[name] smirked and one of his hands trailed down to leon's cock. he teased the tip, running a finger through leon's slit. heavy amounts of precum had already fallen down leon's dick and onto the bedsheets. it was a sight.

"go ahead, slut. cum for me." [name] hummed, stroking leon's cock as he continued to thrust and grind the strap on against leon's prostate.

leon mewled and his back arched. all of his senses were going into overdrive. [name] stroking his dick, fucking him from behind and hitting his prostate over and over? it was all too much for leon.

leon shut his eyes and he finally came with a loud moan. it was sure to alert the neighbour's and possibly wake them up. but, that was a problem for the morning to deal with.

[name] smiled and he removed the strap on from leon's hole, halting his thrusts all together. [name]'s hand was now covered in leon's cum as he let go of leon's hair.

leon turned around on the bed. he was panting heavily and his heart was racing. he looked at [name] with teary eyes, looking fucked out like the slut he was.

the other male smirked and he brought his hand up to leon's mouth. "go on, taste yourself." [name] said, almost mockingly. leon hesitantly let his tongue slip out of his mouth, taking a few licks of [name]'s hand.

[name] chuckled and he shook his head. "i can't believe you came from some cheap plastic so quickly.. no wonder why you suggested that i fuck you like this earlier." [name] laughed, pressing a kiss to leon's forehead. leon just huffed and he rolled his eyes at [name].

they were definitely going to do this again.

[niki-phoria]

pairing: leon x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff/slight angst/comfort word count: 18.0k

warnings: canon typical violence, blood, mentions of needles/stitches, leon gets shot, cursing

includes: re2 leon, i rewrote the entire re2 game with a self insert lmao, maybe slightly ooc ada (she's nicer to leon and reader than in canon), not 100% canon compliant but i did my best, thinking about making a ver of this for re4 skdldns, this is barely proofread apologies for any mistakes, PLS NOTICE THE TLOU REFERENCE

a/n: someone wrote a poly aeon x reader fic and i'm obsessed with that idea now

requests open !! read my rules first

you shove your body underneath the door, desperately trying to escape the oncoming hoard of zombies running at you. the sliding door slams down just after you make it through. you aren’t given any time to catch your breath when a man’s voice catches your attention. 

despite nearly being crushed just seconds before, you force yourself up on shaky knees and run towards the sound. “god damnit!” 

“watch out!” another man yells. you recognize him - lieutenant marvin branagh. 

you turn the corner just in time to watch marvin bring the door down on the zombie’s head. you flinch a little at the noise of the man’s skull cracking before the door shuts with a final slam. 

the man marvin saved pants as he sits up, moving to lean back against the wall. marvin has a hand pressed against a wound in his abdomen. he braces himself against the metal of the door as you rush over to him. “lieutenant!” 

“y/n,” he sighs. “you shouldn’t be here. it’s not safe.”

“what happened?” marvin simply waves you off as you turn your attention back to the man he saved. messy blonde hair frames his sharp features. his breathing has evened out as his eyes continuously switch between you and marvin. 

“thanks…” the man says. 

“marvin branagh.”

“leon kennedy,” he sighs. “there was another officer; i… i couldn’t…”

marvin shakes his head. “i’m sure you did what you could, leon.” he glances back at you before gesturing to leon with a shake of his head. “let y/n check you out. he’s a doctor.”

you breathe in a shaky sigh as you nod. “come on,” you reach your hand out for leon to help him up. “that bite on your neck looks bad. let me see if i can help.”

leon accepts your hand with a nod. marvin limps over to a nearby bench, grunting as he leans back against the seat. despite your growing concern over his condition you focus your attention on the man in front of you. 

he sits down on a gurney you had previously helped set up during the first few days of the outbreak when you didn’t know exactly how bad it would become. “here,” he whispers, handing you his flashlight. 

“thanks,” you reply, using the light to search through the mess of medical supplies lying around. most of what you brought was forgotten in the chaos - hundreds of helpless people begging for help, thousands of zombies attempting to break into the precinct, watching officers you had come to know as friends die in the most horrific ways you could have ever imagined. 

you gather up just enough gauze, bandages, and antibiotics to treat leon’s neck as quickly as you can. blood has spread into the fabric of his shirt underneath his jacket. the wound is deep - deep enough to need stitches. you let out a small sigh at the realization. 

“is something wrong?” leon asks. 

you nearly flinch at how gentle his voice sounds. after weeks of screaming and crying being the only real interactions you had with people, the mundaneness of his question is a welcome change. “yeah, it’s just… you need stitches. the bite goes from your neck to your shoulder. i need you to take your shirt off.”

leon’s face flushes a deep red immediately. it’s almost cute how he immediately blushes at the prospect of having to strip in front of you. you set the flashlight down to illuminate the room around you as you turn your back to search for a suture kit. 

you wait until the sound of rustling clothing stops before turning back to face leon. the way his blush has extended from just his neck and cheeks to spread fully across his cheeks makes you stifle a small chuckle under your breath. he looks up at you with a questioning glance as you shake your head. “sorry. it’s been a while since i’ve flustered someone this much.”

you pull a glove onto your hand before tilting leon’s face away so you have full access to his neck. he winces a little when you press the gauze against it. “have you ever gotten stitches before?”

“no,” he whispers. his voice is slightly strained, likely from the harsh pressure you’re applying. 

“okay,” you nod. “i’ll try to be as quick as i can.”

you pause when leon reaches up to grab your hand. his touch is gentle as he wraps it around your wrist. icy blue eyes stare up at you. “can you… talk me through it? it helps.”

“of course,” you nod. leon smiles slightly at you as you turn your attention back to the bite in his neck. “right now i’m holding gauze to stop the bleeding. then, i’ll disinfect the area to prepare it for stitches. after i finish the stitches, i’ll wrap it with a bandage. you’ll need to take antibiotics for at least a few days. besides the… zombies, you were bitten by a person. you can’t let this get infected out here. we don’t have enough supplies to treat it right now.”

leon takes a shaky breath as he nods. “easy enough, right?”

despite his thinly veiled sarcasm, you can immediately tell how nervous he is. you reach over to grab his trembling hand before gently squeezing it. “you’ll be just fine, leon. i promise.”

“okay,” he whispers. he squeezes your hand back before softly smiling at you. 

you shift to get a better angle of the wound, gently pulling the gauze away from his neck. leon watches you open the suture kit and prepare the needle. “it’s gonna be okay.” he nods, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as you start. your hands are gentle against his skin as you carefully weave the needle through his skin to carefully patch up the wound. the tension in his shoulders slowly relaxes the farther along you stitch until you finally tie it off.

“okay,” your voice cuts through the silence as leon’s eyes flutter back open. you press a bandage against his skin to cover the fresh wound before moving to throw the needle away and take your gloves off. “we’re done.”

“that’s it?” 

you chuckle at how surprised he sounds as you move to sit beside him on the gurney. “that’s it. just be careful for a few weeks until the stitches heal and try not to move your shoulder with any quick movements.”

“thank you,” leon smiles. something about the simple gesture flusters you despite him being a stranger you’ve only had a few interactions with. he silently reaches over, taking your hand into his once again. “do you know any way to get out of here?”

“this place is a repurposed museum. eliot said there are some tunnels underneath it that should lead outside.”

“eliot,” leon repeats the name. he turns to reach into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, bloodied journal. he opens it to the bookmarked page before handing it over to you. “there was another officer. he said this would get us out of here.”

inside are messy sketches spread across two pages. on the first is the goddess statue in the middle of the station is drawn on the left side, complete with a view of the tunnels leading down to the basement and the parking garage. on the next page were three different statues with little symbols drawn underneath them. blood coats the edges of the pages. “well, unless you have another plan, let's hope this works.”

“let’s go then.”

leon is careful as he tugs his shirt back over his head, followed by his jacket. you do your best to remain silent as you follow behind him. his gun remains raised as you carefully search through each room, picking up handgun ammo and other spare parts whenever possible. “do you know where the medallions might be?”

“no,” you sigh as you shut the door of an office behind yourself. a fake plant sits in the corner, next to a cheap, beige couch and a large mahogany desk; likely belonging to a senior officer. “the city told people to come here if they needed help when the outbreak first began. they sent a group of doctors out here just before people started showing up in hoards. i’ve spent the past few weeks patching up officers with bites or scratches and praying the zombies don’t find me.”

you both jump when there’s a loud crash against the window. leon is quick to grab his gun, raising it in front of his body as he steps closer to it. “stay behind me,” he whispers. you nod as you step back away from the cracked glass, hand reaching into your pocket to tightly grip the combat knife eliot had given you when the zombies first began invading the precinct. “use it wisely,” he had said. “save who you can save.”

the snarling becomes louder as the bangs against the window increase in volume. leon cocks his gun when the glass shatters before firing two shots into what used to be a woman. her body slumps forwards against the remains of the wood as you let out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“it’s okay,” leon whispers. you nod, following him further into the hallway. the only light comes from the moonlight breaking through the windows and the flashlight leon has. it’s not much, but it’s better than stumbling around in the darkness. 

“hey,” leon’s voice interrupts the silence. he uses his flashlight to gesture to a lion statue in front of you. it’s sitting in the middle of the main hallway, facing towards the entrance. it’s paw holds a shield up with a golden slide in the center, contrasting against the bronze it was made of. in front of its base is a puzzle with three slides. “this is where the first medallion is, right?”

you step closer to lean over leon’s shoulder. the first symbol in eliot’s notebook is a crude drawing of the same lion statue and three symbols drawn underneath it. “it looks like it.”

leon shines the light on the journal page as you step forwards to slide the puzzle into place. he chuckles when you grimace at the grime coating the metal. 

the statue moves once you input the correct code. a red medallion is pushed out from the golden slide. it feels heavy in your hand when you carefully pull it out from its resting place. “one down, two to go,” leon remarks. you follow him down the steps to the goddess statue, placing the medallion into the first circle at the statue’s base. the concrete shifts in response, opening to reveal the beginnings of a railing. 

“huh,” a cough interrupts your awe. 

“lieutenant,” leon gasps. you’re quick to rush to marvin’s side, though he pushes your hands away when you attempt to help him. 

“don’t, y/n,” he rasps. “i’m a dead man walking. have been for a long time.” you purse your lips as you step back, giving him space. leon kneels down next to him; eyes occasionally drifting from the blood on his side to his face. marvin pulls out a combat knife - a similar one to the knife eliot gave you - before pushing it into the man’s hands. “take this. use it.”

“lieutenant, i can’t-” 

“that’s an order, rookie!” marvin cuts him off with finality. he lets out a shaky breath as he lays back down against the wooden bench. “save yourself. don’t make my mistake.” 

your eyes remain fixated on the slow rise and fall of marvin’s chest until it eventually comes to a stop. your shoulders fall as you step forwards, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “leon,” you whisper. “i’m sorry. he’s gone.”

leon glances back at you with teary eyes before turning back to marvin. you kneel down beside him as you reach over to close marvin’s eyes. you wrap your arm around leon’s shoulders, gently coaxing his body closer. “i’m so sorry,” you repeat. leon lets out a shaky sigh before he throws himself into your arms. he buries his head into the crook of your neck; his hands clinging onto your shoulders as if you’ll disappear the second he dares to let go. you wrap your arms around his waist as you rub a gentle hand against his back. tears sting against the skin of your neck, soaking into the fabric of your t-shirt. 

“i’m sorry,” leon chokes out. he pulls away from you, furiously wiping the tears away from his cheeks. “we need to keep moving - there are more medallions we need to find-”

“don’t be sorry,” you whisper. his breath hitches when you raise a hand to gently wipe away the tears that continue rolling down his cheeks. you pull him back into a hug as leon cries against your chest. “it’s all gonna be okay. i promise.”

time seems to stall as you sit there with leon in your arms. the ground beneath you is cold and uncomfortable and you’re keenly aware of marvin’s body behind you, but you let yourself forget everything as you hold him. the zombies, eliot’s death, marvin’s death; none of it matters as you feel leon slowly relaxing in your arms. his sobs turn to sniffles and his hands stop trembling. 

leon takes a deep breath as he pulls away, wiping his hands against the dried tears on his cheeks. a part of you is saddened by the loss of warmth, though you push that feeling away as soon as it arrives. “let’s get out of here,” he whispers. 

you nod, reaching over to grab leon’s hand. he gives it a reassuring squeeze as you walk along the balcony before making your way into the library. the dust nearly makes you sneeze, though you suppress the urge as you search through it. the staircase in the corner is broken. fragments of wood are scattered on the floor. it cracks with each step you take. “those bookshelves are on wheels,” you gesture. “we can push them together and use that ladder to make it up to the second floor.”

“alright,” leon whispers. he holsters his gun once again before grabbing the edge of the first bookcase. it shakes under the weight as you use your body weight to force it to move. it slams against the rest of the cases, causing a flurry of dust to fly out. you cough, waving your hand in front of your face in an attempt to clear the air. 

“guess they didn’t read much,” you mutter under your breath. leon chuckles, reaching over to pat your shoulder. you’re nearly embarrassed at how such a simple gesture causes a mess of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. you turn away in an attempt to hide just how flustered you are, focusing on the next bookshelf in the line. 

“it was nice of them to leave a ladder,” leon remarks as you set it against the cases. it’s old and doesn’t feel sturdy when you put your weight on it, but you don’t have any other option. it creaks a little underneath your weight. 

“don’t worry,” leon says as he moves to hold it steady. “i’ve got you.” you nod, carefully climbing up until you reach the top. the wood is even dustier; though you ignore it in favor of holding the ladder still for leon to climb up after you. 

you stumble slightly when you stand up, though you’re swiftly caught by a gentle hand against your waist. “careful,” he whispers. 

“thanks,” you chuckle. leon’s light blush is visible even in the darkness as you follow him across the unsteady surface until you make it across to the top. his hand ghosts against your hips longer than necessary, though neither of you mention it. 

the unicorn statue is in the lounge right next to the library. the already grand room looks even bigger in the darkness, complete with ornate wall details and arches lining the ceiling. the statue itself is similar to the lion - the unicorn stands tall on a rock with a hoof resting over a shield. the same slider puzzle remains at the bottom. 

leon slides eliot’s journal back over to you as you repeat the same process of inputting the code. you wipe the grime off on your jeans as the statue slides open to reveal the second medallion. “nice job,” he smiles. 

you bite back your flustered smile as you pocket it. “thank you.” leon reaches over to grab your hand as you make your way back down the stairs to the goddess statue in the main hallway. the second medallion exposes more of the underground staircase when the concrete shifts around even more. 

“there’s a clocktower on the third floor of the building,” you say. “eliot told me they use it for storage; something about old pieces in the museum they couldn’t get rid of. i think the last statue is up there.”

“okay,” leon smiles. “let’s go find the clock tower, then.”

you retrace your steps up the grand staircases to the second floor. he guides you through the winding hallways of the station until you find the armory. lockers line the room filled with miscellaneous boxes of ammo and spare hip pads. leon uses a spare part to fix the keypad before using it to type in the codes to a few lockers. you take the time to look around, searching through the room for anything else that could be considered useful until a shotgun on the wall catches your attention. “leon,” you call. he wanders over from where he was standing. you pull the shotgun down from the wall before handing it over to him. 

“w-870,” he murmurs. he pumps the gun once before flipping it in his hands. “nice.”

“do you have any shotgun shells?”

“there are some in here,” he says. “start saving anything you find.” 

you nod, pocketing a few more boxes of handgun ammo just in case as you follow him out of the armory. you walk back into the stars office, searching around for a few minutes. 

the room is filled with a few desks sitting back to back. papers lay on the floor, likely thrown around in the chaos. a board in the middle of the far wall catches your attention. a bulletin board and a few group photos surround it. 

“stars?” leon reads. you jump slightly at the sound of his voice from beside you. “sorry,” he whispers. you shake your head, turning your attention back to the group photo on the wall.

“special tactics and rescue service,” you elaborate. “they were the first people sent out when the virus first hit. i know someone on this team.”

leon hesitantly brings a hand up before resting it on your shoulder. you take a breath to calm yourself, letting the fearless persona you’d been forced to create falter for a second. “i’m sorry,” he whispers. you bite your lip, willing the tears in your eyes to disappear. 

leon reaches over, pulling you into a hug. the warmth of his body against your own feels comforting. you let yourself relax against him. the weight of everything you’ve been through hits all at once. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting out a shaky breath as he rubs a gentle hand against your back. 

it feels like you spend hours standing there, clinging to a man who was a stranger yesterday. leon brings a hand up to rest against your cheek when you pull away. he rubs his thumb against your skin as he tilts your head up to look at him. his piercing blue eyes seem to lure you in - daring you to step closer and make the first move. your breath hitches when his hand falls to wrap around your neck, pulling you back into his chest. he presses a kiss against your forehead before you pull away completely. 

“thank you,” you whisper. leon simply nods, though he doesn’t move away at all. you softly smile at him before turning to the door. “there’s a staircase just outside the armory. it should go up to the third floor.”

he reaches over to grab your hand, gently squeezing it in his. you intertwine your fingers together as he returns your smile. “let’s go, then.” 

you nod, following leon through the seemingly never ending hallways. the staircase leads back to another hallway and a storage room. the dust makes you cough when you push the door open, making him chuckle beside you. “shut up,” you mutter. “i have allergies.” 

“just don’t sneeze on me, okay?”

“well now i have to because you’re being so snarky,” you tease. 

leon playfully gasps, placing a hand over his heart. “you wouldn’t dare!”

“the punishment fits the crime, rookie.” you squeeze his hand before you let go, letting the moonlight illuminate the stuffy room as you look around. 

“hey!” leon calls as he follows you inside. “who are you calling ‘rookie?’”

you stifle a laugh as he walks in behind you. the final statue stands surrounded by debris. thick, iron bars block your access to it. “there it is.”

“there has to be a way to break into there,” leon says. 

you nod, using your foot to kick some of the debris out of the way. “there’s a detonator,” you murmur, kneeling down to pick it up. “do you have a battery?”

“yeah,” he whispers, searching through a few pouches until he finds it. “here.”

you pause before fully inserting the battery, turning to look at him. “leon.”

“yeah?” 

“it’s a bomb. you should step back.”

“oh, right,” he whispers. you stifle a chuckle as he steps back until he’s standing against the wall. you push the battery into place before pressing a button to start the timer. it lights up, starting the countdown at 10 seconds. 

you set the bomb down on the debris before rushing over to where leon is standing behind the wall. he angles his body so it’s just barely in front of yours as the bomb clicks until finally exploding with a loud boom. dust fills the room once again, rising into the air in big clouds before it slowly settles on the ground. you turn away to cough as leon waves a hand in front of you to clear some of it away. “what happened to our deal?” he jokes.

“we agreed that i’d sneeze on you. this doesn’t count.”

“i’ll keep that in mind, then.” you chuckle as you follow leon forwards. you help him push the rocks out of the way, exposing a small, open area in the bars. “careful,” he whispers as you crawl through the gap. 

the maiden statue is similar to all of the others. she has one hand raised, the other resting against her hip near the medallion. the puzzle is even dirtier than the others - a layer of dust and grime coat each of the symbols until they’re nearly incomprehensible. “read the symbols out to me?” 

“it’s… a woman’s face, the bow and arrow, and the snake,” leon lists. you slide each one until the concrete slides to expose the final medallion before stepping onto the base to take it, flipping it in your hands. 

leon reaches out to help you stand after you crawl back through the hole. “thanks,” you whisper. he simply nods, intertwining your fingers together once again. 

“let’s get the hell out of here.” leon refuses to let go of your hand as you make your way back down to the main hall of the station. you follow him down the grand staircase until you reach the goddess statue. he gives you a nod of confirmation before you slide the medallion into place. 

the concrete slides for the final time as the statue twists to reveal an old metal door leading to tunnels below. the paint has chipped and rust coats the bars. darkness seeps up from the basement below. it looks ominous, even when leon shines his flashlight down the staircase. he squeezes your hand as you slowly begin creeping down the steps. 

the staircase leads into a large, somewhat cozy room. a large desk sits in the middle of the room surrounded by bookshelves on all sides. leon looks around for any spare ammo as you look around the tunnel. the small hallway leads to an old elevator. “leon,” you call. “there’s an elevator.” 

“it must go down to the basement,” he hums. “i saw a map in one of the storage rooms. there are a few holding cells down here.”

“lead the way,” you gesture. 

you follow leon down another set of staircases farther into the basement. pipes and old wiring line the ceiling as you walk along the unsteady metal grates. it’s eerily silent as you continue on; the only sound is your footsteps echoing along the concrete walls. 

“y/n,” leon’s voice cuts through the silence. he gestures to a shelf blocking your way, moving to the side to make room for you. “help me out with this.” 

you lean against the doorframe on the other side, using your body weight to push the shelf out of the way. it slams against the wall with a loud crash. “good work,” leon pants. 

your response is cut off when something else hits against the side of the wall. you flinch back as a monster barrels through. it reaches out with a sharp claw, pushing against your chest and shoving you down onto the floor. 

“y/n!” leon yells. from your position pinned underneath it you can see more of it’s body structure. it’s a man - or the remains of one. his torso has been taken over by the virus, leaving exposed muscle and bone in the place of skin. it shoves your body back against the grates until they fall apart. your body hits the ground hard as the zombie tumbles down beside you. 

you scramble to your feet as leon jumps down, shooting it away from you. “leon,” you rasp out. every part of your body aches as you flip onto your knees. your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath. 

“don’t worry!” leon yells. his voice sounds distant. gunshots continue to ring out, accompanied by howls from the zombie. “i’ll lead it away! just stay there!”

you grit your teeth, forcing yourself to stand. the world spins around you but you force yourself anyway. your hand tightens around the handle of the combat knife eliot gave you as you follow the noise of the scuffle. metal scrapes against metal as the zombie swings a piece of broken pipe towards leon. an eyeball poking through the muscle catches your attention. “the eye!” leon yells, shooting at its iris. “aim for the eye!”

he grunts when the zombie reaches out and grabs him. you take the opportunity to run towards it, digging your knife into the creature’s eye as far as it will go. the zombie howls as its body shakes. you jump down off of its back as it collapses against the ground - finally dead.

“y/n,” leon rushes over to you. you let him pull you to your feet. his arm wraps around your waist as you lean against his body, grateful for the support. “god, are you okay?”

“i’m fine.” your attempt to wave him off fails as he guides you over to rest against the wall. leon brings a hand up to cup your face, tilting your head back and forth to check you over. “i’m a doctor,” you chuckle. “i’m okay. i promise.”

leon stares into your eyes for a few seconds before he sighs. you wrap your arms around him as he brushes a hand against the dirt on your cheek once again. “don’t ever do that to me again,” he whispers. 

“as long as you don’t either.” he chuckles dryly as you reach out to take his hand into yours once again. you intertwine your fingers together as you stand back up. his arm remains firmly around your waist as you continue on. it’s a comforting feeling: despite all you’ve been through, you’ve done it all together. 

you let the world around you fade away until leon’s voice catches your attention. “that must lead to the parking garage,” he says. a metal ladder is bolted against the wall. he uses his flashlight to expose a sewer grate just barely visible at the top, blocking your view from seeing outward. “are you gonna be okay climbing up there?”

“leon,” you chuckle. 

“right,” he smiles. the metal feels cold against your hands as you grab onto the first bars, carefully making your way up. you push up against the metal sewer cover, pushing it out of the way and exposing more light from above. 

“it’s safe!” you call down to leon, pushing your body fully out of the tunnel. he nods, quick to follow you out of the tunnels. 

leon’s face flushes slightly when you hold a hand out to help him stand. “thanks,” he whispers. you simply nod, intertwining your fingers together once again. “there’s a gate over there.”

“let’s go then.” 

the machine has an empty space for a keycard. he sighs, cursing under his breath. “we need to find a keycard somewhere.” you jump when a low growl echoes from behind you. leon is quick to grab his gun as you turn, now face to face with a rabid dog. 

“leon!” you yell when it jumps out. it pins him to the ground as it barks, teeth gnashing as he tries to fight it off. his gun scrapes against the floor in the chaos. 

“y/n!” your hands tremble slightly as you move on instinct, reaching over to grab his gun and firing at the beast once. the shot is enough to knock it off of leon as he scrambles to his feet. you flinch when another gunshot rings out, echoing along the parking garage walls. 

“nice shot,” a woman calls. her heels click along the ground as you stand on shaky legs to face her. her tan trench coat has been tied around her waist to accentuate her strong silhouette. a big pair of black sunglasses hide her eyes as she circles around to face you. 

leon moves to stand in front of you, keeping his gun fixed on her. “who are you?”

“fbi,” she says, nonchalantly raising a badge. leon relaxes slightly, nodding at you before holstering his gun. he reaches over to grab your hand as you follow after her. 

“leon kennedy,” he introduces. “raccooon city police department.”

“ada wong.” she pauses to remove her sunglasses, looking at you. “and him?”

“y/n l/n.” 

she simply hums in acknowledgement, turning on her heel. “surprised you made it this far.”

“hey! what’s going on here?” leon yells after her. 

“do yourself a favor: stop asking questions and get the hell out of here.”

“wait!” leon’s questions fall on deaf ears as you watch the woman disappear into the darkness behind a few abandoned cars. 

you place a gentle hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him closer. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” leon sighs, reaching over to grab your hand once again. he falters slightly under your unrelenting gaze. his icy eyes meet yours once again as he softly smiles. “i promise.”

“okay,” you nod, squeezing his hand. 

“the holding cells should be near here,” leon says, gesturing to the other side of the parking garage. “hopefully we can find a keycard somewhere in there.”

“lead the way.”

leon chuckles as you follow him around the corner and down yet another hallway. you pass through a heavy door into a room filled with various areas that are marked off with thick, iron bars. you bite back the bile in your throat when you step over the corpse of an officer and continue further into the jail. 

“at least there’s power down here,” you murmur. leon chuckles beside you as you continue searching through the different cell blocks. 

you jump when a zombie bangs against the bars next to you. leon is quick to react, raising his gun and stepping in front of you. you both let out a small sigh of relief when the bars hold. though the zombie’s attempts to grab at you are futile, leon turns back to check on you anyways. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” you whisper. “i’m fine. just a little startled.”

“hello?” a voice echoing through the hall catches your attention. you follow leon as you run towards the sound. you find a man sitting alone in the cell. he’s wearing a jean jacket and a parking keycard badge hangs from a lanyard around his neck. “you’re human.”

“how long have you been in here?”

“long enough. are we… the last ones alive?”

leon steps a little closer to the bars. the man’s face is illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window behind him. “no, there are a few more of us.”

“oh, thank god,” he sighs in relief. “that’s good news. unless irons sent you, of course,” he sarcastically chuckles.

“chief irons?” 

leon glances at you as you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “is he still around?”

“who cares! hopefully he’s somebody’s dinner by now. he’s the bastard that locked me in here!” the man pauses to take a drag from his cigarette before throwing it to the side. “i was about to blow the whistle on his dirty ass. i guess i would’ve done the same thing.”

footsteps echo from down the hallway catch your attention. “leon,” you whisper. 

“listen! i’ll make you a deal,” the man pleads. “there’s no other way out of the parking garage! believe me!” 

“i… i should talk to the chief first-”

“come on! don’t be an asshole, okay?” the footsteps slowly grow closer as you reach over to grab leon’s hand, pulling him farther back away from the bars. the man raises the keycard. “just get me the fuck out of-”

you jump when the man screams as something breaks through the brick walls behind him. you watch in horror as the man is lifted into the air and dragged along the side of the wall until his skull cracks against the brick. his body falls to the floor limp. dead. 

“oh my god,” leon whispers. 

you both jump at the familiar sound of heels clicking along the hallway. leon raises his gun towards the darkness before ada steps back into view. “put that away. it’s just me,” she says. 

“i don’t even know what happened, he just… it was all so quick.”

ada curses, crossing her arms over her chest. “i told you to get out of here. you wouldn’t want to end up like him, would you?”

“wait, you knew him?”

“he was an informant to my investigation.”

“so it’s true? chief irons is dirty?”

ada simply rolls her eyes, turning on her heel once again. “find a way out of here. then we’ll talk.”

“ada!” she ignores leon as she continues walking away, back up to the parking garage. 

you walk over to the panel on the wall, opening the hatch to inspect it. the wiring inside has nearly been completely fried; the jail must have been forgotten in the chaos. when the power went down in the rest of the building, the wiring failed. leon sighs as ada disappears down the hallway before he turns back to you. he steps over next to you to look at the panel over your shoulder. “what are you thinking?”

“the cells must be electronically controlled. if we can figure out how to turn the power back on, we can open the doors and grab the keycard.”

“okay,” he nods. “do you know how to fix it?”

“no, but i’m sure i can figure it out. i’ve done a lot of things i’ve never done before tonight,” you let out a bitter laugh as leon raises his flashlight to illuminate the wires. he reaches over to squeeze your hand into his once again as you carefully begin to weave them around each other until they’re connected around each other correctly. 

the cell door opens with a loud shriek of metal scraping against metal as it slides open. “good job,” leon smiles. 

“thanks,” you whisper, following him into the cell. leon pauses when he goes to grab the parking pass from around the man’s neck. “what is it?”

“there’s a recording device,” he says, pulling it out of the man’s pocket. he clicks it on as he raises it so you can both hear the words clearly. 

“...i just find it way too coincidental that umbrella’s one of the benefactors.” you recognize the reporter’s voice, even through the grainy recording device. 

“you told me this interview was about the new scholarship umbrella set up,” a woman replies.

“come on, annette, nobody cares about that! they wanna hear about the g-virus and-”

“where did you hear about that?”

“-and that big fucking sinkhole in the city! which, by the way, rumor has it, it goes straight into your underground lab!”

“lab?” leon murmurs. 

“this interview is over.” the tape ends with the sound of annette slamming her hands against the table and a door slamming shut. the reporter lets out an aggravated sigh before it ends with a small click.

“maybe that’s why the fbi is looking into this,” you say. leon pockets the recorder quickly before handing the parking pass to you. “umbrella is a pharmaceutical company. i remember there being a big controversy about them dumping chemical waste into the ocean or something.”

“sounds like something the government would be interested in,” he hums in agreement. “let’s get out of here.”

you retrace your steps out of the jail and back into the parking garage. you pause when the ground below your feet shakes before the wall beside you crumbles. you both gasp when a giant man easily breaks through the wall. his skin is an unnatural gray color. he towers over you as he silently knocks you back into the wall before grabbing leon. 

“leon!” you scramble back to your feet when the headlights of a swat car light up. the engine revs once before the car begins picking up speed, slamming head on into the man and knocking him back into the wall. 

you run over to leon’s side as he coughs in an attempt to catch his breath. slowly, his gasping relaxes until his lungs are no longer heaving for air. he  lets you help him back up to his feet as ada steps out of the car. 

“this is getting old. saving your asses - that’s twice now!” 

“i didn’t realize we were keeping score,” leon rasps. 

“this isn’t a game!” leon pulls you behind him when something moves from underneath the rubble. he curses under his breath as he raises his gun in the direction of the noise. ada nonchalantly takes a remote out of her pocket, pressing a button that makes the car explode into flames. “nothing dies down here. i take it you have the keycard?”

“i do. and this,” leon says, tossing the recorder to her. “would you happen to know anything about that?”

ada barely glances at it before pocketing it herself. “maybe… after i hear it. now, come on. let’s get out of here.”

you shrug when leon gives you a questioning glance. ada’s heels echo along the road of the parking garage as you follow her. you insert the pass into the card reader of the machine until it shines a bright green. the shutter creaks as it slowly begins moving upwards. 

the parking garage opens to a small hill that takes you back into the city. a light drizzle of rain makes you shiver as you follow ada across the empty street. “what are you doing out here, anyway?” leon asks. 

“getting more info on the people responsible for this mess. and what about you? trying to save the world?”

“i told lieutenant branagh i’d bring help.”

ada scoffs. “good luck getting that.” she sighs when you reach the edge of the sinkhole. the ground has opened to reveal part of umbrella’s lab the reporter mentioned on the recording. ada turns on her heel once again, turning to look at the store behind you. “going through that gun shop looks like the only way.”

a neon red sign shines brightly in the otherwise dark city street. ada kneels down to pick the lock before pushing the door open. leon catches it, holding it open for you as you follow her inside. the shelves have been knocked over and rubble is all over the floor. you follow leon as you search through the mostly empty store. 

“don’t move!” a man yells as he shoves the barrel of a shotgun in your face. you carefully back away, holding your hands up. “i said don’t fucking move!” 

“okay,” you whisper. leon follows your lead, holstering his own gun. “okay. we’re not gonna hurt you. just put the gun down.”

the silhouette of a young girl catches your attention from the corner of your eye. her breathing is raspy. “sir, i think your daughter needs help,” leon begins.

“don’t tell me how to deal with my daughter!” the man yells, pumping his shotgun. 

“drop it!” ada yells as she steps out of the shadows. 

leon is quick to pull you behind him before raising his own gun once again. “y/n, back up,” he orders. you glance at the man’s daughter once again before obeying, slinking back behind a shelf. 

“step aside. we need to terminate her before she turns,” ada says. 

“‘terminate?’ that’s my fucking daughter!” 

“ada,” leon whispers. “just let them be.” he glances back at you, nodding as a gesture to return to his side. 

“emmie, i told you to stay put,” the man whispers. he kneels down to wrap his arms around her, though she doesn’t react at all. instead she stares straight ahead, still raspily breathing. the man sniffles as he looks over his shoulder at leon. “you’re a cop; how did this happen?” 

“mommy?” the girl whispers. 

“mommy’s sleeping,” the man reaches over to pat her back. he kneels down, lifting her up into his arms. “and i’m gonna put you to bed too, okay?”

you let out a shaky sigh as they disappear behind the door. leon reaches over to grab your hand, squeezing it when a single gunshot echoes out. “you okay?” he whispers. 

“yeah,” you nod. you let the comfort of leon’s hand in yours calm you down. “i’m fine. let’s go.”

leon intertwines your fingers together as ada silently leads the way out of the shop. “ever heard of umbrella? they’re a pharmaceutical company secretly making bioweapons. they made a virus - it turns people into indestructible monsters.”

“that explains the zombies,” leon murmurs. 

“that’s why i’m looking for annette birkin,” ada continues. “she’s responsible for unleashing the virus. i’m going to bring her down.” she leads you down a set of metal staircases until you reach the opening of a sewer. 

“you don’t have to be here,” leon leans over to whisper to you. “i know this has been… a lot.”

you squeeze his hand in yours - a silent promise. “i’m not leaving you. not now.”

“okay,” he whispers with a soft smile. 

“after you,” ada gestures to the sewer opening. 

“thanks,” leon replies sarcastically. you do your best not to grimace at the smell as you follow after him. “at least there are lights in here.”

the sewers are a large, dark, seemingly never ending tunnel. your shoes do little to protect your feet from the water lining the bottom. they make you feel stuffy and claustrophobic despite the space around you. leon’s hand still remains tightly in yours. he occasionally glances back to look at you; to check on you, you suppose.

“i can’t imagine a lab being down here,” leon remarks.

“according to hq, this should lead right to umbrella’s secret facility,” ada replies. 

“but the sewers are owned by the city. how could they have an entire working operation without anyone knowing?” he asks. 

“welcome to corporate america.”

“umbrella’s controlled the city for years,” you say. “i’m sure it wasn’t that difficult.”

“he’s right,” ada sighs. “let’s just get this done.”

you follow leon through the winding tunnels until a stream of light catches your attention. the shadow is broken up by the bars of a gate. 

you freeze when something passes by. it almost looks like a giant lizard or an alligator. it’s steps shake the ground and splash water in its path. “what the hell…” leon whispers. 

“stay sharp,” ada says, looking over your shoulder. you carefully back away from the bars as its footsteps slowly grow further away. “god only knows what else is down here.”

“she’s right,” leon whispers, squeezing your hand. “stay close to me.” you nod, continuing to walk through the tunnels. 

“this way,” ada instructs. she leads you down a set of stairs to a new part of the sewers. your steps echo against the metal grates you walk on until you reach the edge. “it’s not too late to turn back, you know.”

“no chance,” leon says. “i’ve got to see this through.”

leon grunts as you both jump down into the water below. its ice cold temperature makes you shiver slightly as you wade through it. the water nearly reaches up to your knees, soaking completely through your shoes and staining your jeans. 

you wave off leon’s concerned glance with a small nod as he looks up at ada. “you sure this is the right way?”

“unfortunately.” she pauses when the ground begins to shake underneath you. the water splashes up as the footsteps of the beast grow closer. the noise echoes lowly as the monster slowly grows closer. 

you jump back when something emerges out of the water with a loud snarl. “jesus christ!” leon yells. the water drenches you as giant jaws snap in your direction, pushing you further back. it’s teeth glisten, even in the dim light.

“get out of there!” ada yells from above. “now!” 

you reach over to grab leon’s arm, pulling him along with you as you start running. the monster is quick on your heels as it uses its head to push trash out of the way in its pursuit of you. the water continues to rise the further you run. it soaks through the thin fabric of your t-shirt as you do your best to wade through it. 

the monster snarls as it lunges forwards at you. you push trash out of your way with your right hand as you tug leon alongside you with your left. he curses when he nearly trips, clinging onto you a little more. 

“get down!” you yell. your voice cuts through the chaos. you shove leon down with you as you duck underneath a pipe blocking your path. he’s quick to follow your lead as the beast runs into it mouth-first. flames erupt when its teeth puncture the metal. 

leon only lets go of your hand long enough to raise his gun. “duck!” he yells out before firing a single shot at the pipe. you brace yourself for the explosion, hiding your face behind your hands as the force of the blast ricochets through the tunnel at you. 

it’s strong enough to knock you off your feet as you hit the water below. the world feels like it’s spinning and your ears ring as leon reaches out to help you up. “are you okay?” he asks. 

you cough violently as if it’ll be enough to ring the water out of your lungs. leon supports you as he gently pats your back until you manage to catch your breath. as soon as it feels like you can breathe again you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. he’s quick to react, rubbing a hand against your back to help calm you down. “it’s okay,” he whispers. “i’m here. i’ve got you.”

you stifle a small laugh when he presses a kiss against your forehead. despite the less-than-ideal circumstances, it makes butterflies swarm all throughout your chest and stomach regardless. “leon! y/n!” ada calls down from above. she kicks a metal ladder down to allow you to climb up. “get up here.”

you’re quick to obey, following leon up. the metal feels cold against your skin, though you bite back your complaints. ada leads you into an elevator, silently leaning against the wall. “so, let me get this straight: umbrella sells monsters like that to… who? the military? somebody else’s?”

“they don’t sell the monsters, they sell the viruses that make them. scary as that alligator was… annette is far more dangerous.” the elevator leads into another small, stuffy room. a few tanks and wiring line the walls. 

leon pushes the door open, leading into umbrella’s underground lab.

a blonde woman is kneeling on the ground, inspecting the remains of a human corpse. the sleeves of her white lab coat have been pushed up over her elbows. “this is definitely william’s handiwork,” she whispers. 

you hang back as leon raises his gun at her. “hands where i can see them!” he instructs. 

“annette birkin!” ada is quick to follow, stepping even closer as she raises her pistol. 

“she’s who we’re looking for?” 

“not much time…” annette mutters to herself as she stands. 

“we’re here for the g-virus!” ada interrupts. 

annette dryly chuckles. “that’s not gonna happen.”

“i’m warning you, doctor!”

“oh, yeah?” annette raises an eyebrow as she pulls something out of her pocket. she lights the corpse beside her on fire before turning on her heel and running away.

“stop!” ada yells after her. 

“ada!” leon pushes her out of the way when annette fires in her direction a few times. he grunts when he hits the ground. the metal grates clatter underneath the weight. you’re quick to rush over to leon’s side, kneeling down beside him. 

“you’ll never get the g-virus!” annette yells as a concrete door slides shut behind her. 

“didn’t expect that from a scientist,” ada whispers. 

“don’t worry about me,” he rasps. “stop her before she gets away.” 

you curse as you press your hands against the wound on his shoulder. “go,” you say. “i’ll take care of him.”

she purses her lips, glancing back down at leon before nodding. “here,” she whispers, taking off her trenchcoat. “take this.”

“thanks.” she simply nods in acknowledgement before rushing off in search of annette. 

leon coughs when you press down on his shoulder harder. “i’m sorry,” you whisper. “i need to stop the bleeding.”

he forces his eyes open as he looks up at you. “y/n,” he whispers. he brings a hand up to gently wrap around your wrist. “you should go.”

“we’ve made it this far,” you whisper. tears sting at the edges of your eyes, threatening to fall until you force them away. “i’m not leaving you now.” you bring a hand up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his soft skin. icy blue eyes stare back up into your own as you softly smile down at him. “just let me take care of you.”

leon relents with a small nod, finally letting go of your wrist. he grunts when you rip the fabric of his uniform to expose the wound. “it’s not deep,” you whisper - more to yourself than leon. “you won’t need stitches.”

“that’s good,” leon grunts. his eyes flutter closed as a shaky breath escapes him. you reach over to grab ada’s trenchcoat, digging through the pockets in hopes of finding anything useful. to your relief, you find a wad of bandages. you move quickly as you wrap them around leon’s shoulder. he winces with every movement you make as you mutter continuous apologies each time his eyes squeeze shut or he twitches. 

“okay,” you whisper, tucking the edge of the bandage underneath itself to tie it in place. “i’m done. you’re okay.”

leon wraps his arm around your shoulders as you move to help him sit up against the wall. his hand wraps gently around your wrist, tugging you back to his side when you try to pull away. “y/n,” he whispers. he softly smiles when his eyes meet yours. his face is flushed a light pink. it makes you smile slightly when you notice it. “thank you.”

“of course,” you nod. an unspoken tension falls between you as leon’s hand moves up to cup your cheek. he rubs his thumb against your skin before gently pulling you in a little closer. your breath hitches when his eyes fall from looking into your own down to your lips. 

you lean in even further until your foreheads are just about to rest against each other. leon’s hand falls from your cheek down to your jaw, pulling you in even closer. “y/n,” he whispers. you can barely hear him over the sound of your own heart racing. he glances back up at your eyes. “can i kiss you?”

you subconsciously lip your lips in lieu of a verbal response. leon’s ears burn a deep red as you lean down to pull him into a sweet kiss. 

leon brings his hands up to wrap around your shoulders. you move in sync together until you finally pull away for air. you stare down at him with a soft smile as you catch your breath. “i think i have feelings for you,” you whisper. 

leon simply smiles, pulling you back down into another kiss. his thumb traces along your jawline when he pulls away. “i think i have feelings for you too.”

he pulls you down so your forehead is resting against his. you’re careful not to touch his shoulder as you shift even closer, leaning further into leon’s touch. his arms wrap around your waist, keeping you close against his chest. 

you fall into a content silence together for a few minutes. the only noise you can hear is occasional splashing water from what you assume is another giant alligator and leon’s breathing just above your ear. you can hear his steady heartbeat against your ear. his hand slips underneath your t-shirt to rub random little shapes against your skin. his touch sends shivers all along your spine, though it’s a welcome change from the frigid air.

“leon?” your voice is quiet when you break the silence. he simply hums in acknowledgement, shifting slightly to look down at you. “we should go look for ada.”

“yeah,” he agrees, though neither of you make any attempt to move. neither of you are willing to give up the momentary peace. not yet.

it’s only when you force yourself to sit up, pulling away from leon’s arms that he reacts. his grip around you tightens slightly as he whines. “kiss me before you go?”

“why don’t you come with me? besides, you’re the one with the gun.” leon chuckles as he takes your hand, letting you pull him to his feet. “just watch the shoulder. and neck.”

“of course,” he nods. “now come on. let’s go find the lab.”

the hallways feel as never ending as ever as you begin searching through them. miscellaneous pipes crawl all along the wall as you make your way through. leon sighs when you come to a dead end. the concrete stops off, leading back into the tunnels of the sewer. “guess the only way from here is down.”

“i guess so.” leon jumps down first, splashing into the water below. he grimaces as the disgusting smell and feeling of cold water spreading up the fabric of his pants.

he turns, holding his arms out to you. “come on. jump.”

you raise a questioning eyebrow at him. “jump? seriously?” 

“of course i’m serious,” he says. “i’ve got you.” 

with one final glance down at the water below you take a sharp breath and take the leap. leon catches you in a bridal hold easily; his arms supporting your weight under your knees and against your back. once the fear of falling wears off you wrap your arms around his shoulders, smiling at him. “thanks,” you whisper. 

leon simply shakes his head, leaning in to pull you into a quick kiss. “anytime.”

he carefully lowers you into the freezing water, taking your hand into his once again. the tunnels break off into two separate areas, each leading further into the maze. “well, left or right?”

“let’s go right. it looks more promising.” 

the tunnel leads back into yet another concrete staircase that finally leads into umbrella’s lab. you silently pocket a cassette tape from the ground as leon uses a spare part he found to bring part of an elevated walkway down. it moves smoothly as it lowers to where you are before clicking into place. 

it leads into yet another small room, this time somewhere within umbrella’s lab. files are scattered across the floor. a desk sits against a panel-covered wall. a small table sits in front of a lone chair. on the other side of the room is a thin metal railing that blocks you off from an area below that stretches along the entire wall. 

the sound of groaning echoing throughout the room catches your attention. you follow leon as you rush over to look over the railing, squinting to see into the darkness. just barely visible amidst a pile of rubble is a woman - ada. “we need to find a way down there.” 

“let’s make it quick,” leon agrees. 

a small brown table resting against a different wall catches your attention. an old tv sits beside a seemingly abandoned vcr. “hey,” you whisper, gesturing to the tv. you insert the cassette into its opening before pressing play. 

the tv immediately lights up with static for a few seconds before the video plays. the camera shows the tilted view of an opened briefcase as a man pleads in the background. it glitches even more as you watch his hand come into frame, reaching for the briefcase before someone steps in and kicks it away from him. “please… stop,” the man recording whispers.

“over here, you freak!” a different voice screams. the standing man leans down to grab the briefcase, knocking its contents onto the floor before something pushes him against the wall. you barely recognize it as one of the zombies through the grainy recording. “don’t hurt him… don’t hurt him!” the first man pleads. you squeeze your eyes shut when the zombie effortlessly kills the pinned man. the camera tilts as a small rat comes into frame before the zombie’s foot comes into view and the cassette ends with even more static and a click.

“the virus,” leon begins. “i’ll bet those rats spread it.” 

“let’s worry about helping ada for now.” he hums in acknowledgement as you continue searching through the lab. 

the first room leads into another dull, similarly sized room. it’s just as messy as the first, though there’s no equipment inside. a bulletin board hangs on the wall, coated in different flyers and reminders for staff meetings, passive-aggressive complaints, and messily scribbled notes for various different experiments jotted on post-it notes. 

“y/n,” leon calls, pulling your attention away from the wall. you silently follow after him as you make your way to yet another moving walkway. the metal creaks loudly as it lowers down before finally clicking into place. 

you jog across the platform until you reach a cable car entry. the machine beeps with denial as an automated message plays. “id wristband required for cable car entry.” 

“where the hell are we gonna get one of those?” leon mumbles.

“we could always… steal one.”

he stifles a chuckle as he turns to look at you. “you’re gonna steal in front of a cop?”

“that depends,” you step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “are you gonna arrest me?”

leon smiles as he leans in to pull you into a quick kiss. “not if you keep kissing me like that.”

“let’s go break the law, then.” you chuckle as you pull away, tugging leon behind you as you walk back down the steps.

the inside of the lab doesn’t feel any less winding and endless than the sewer tunnels. thin metal railings block off various areas as you continue on. 

a metal door slams shut behind you as you enter yet another room. various papers and broken glass crinkle underneath your feet as you step closer to look around. what would normally be just another part of your routine process quickly changes when sparks ignite from something nearby, lighting a fire on the ground below. you cover your face with your hands as the flames burn brightly, threatening you if you dare to get too close. you freeze when the ceiling above you shakes. pieces of the drywall begin to crumble, raining down on you. “y/n,” leon whispers. his hand reaches to grab his gun almost instinctively. “run!”

you flinch when something breaks through the ceiling. a claw glimmers in the light of the flames. it effortlessly tears through the drywall, piercing another hole downwards. 

“leon!” you yell. he grunts when the flames grow, ducking down to avoid yet another attack from the monster above. you force your way through the smoke to reach out and grab leon’s arm, pulling him with you out of the room and towards safety. 

your lungs burn and your legs ache as you force yourself to keep running. the monster slashes at the metal railings behind you, though you don’t dare to turn around. “it’s still alive?” leon yells. you flinch when a particularly close swipe from its claws nearly hits you. 

the hallways eventually lead to a large, orange storage container. you’re quick to jump down onto the lower platform, ignoring the way the metal rattles underneath your feet. a big metal controller catches your attention. random pipes and wires are connected to the back, leading to yet another cable car. it’s controlled by two big buttons on either side of a few miscellaneous smaller ones in between. 

leon pushes down on the left button, bringing the machinery to life. the monster chasing you snarls, undeterred by leon’s bullets or the container slowly swinging out of the way. the same singular eyeball you saw on the other monsters blinks open on the zombie’s shoulder blade. 

“y/n, the button!” leon yells over the gunfire. the zombie lets out a high pitched squeal of pain when he lands another shot directly into it’s eyeball. you’re quick to rush over, pushing down on the second button. it lights up a bright green as more machinery starts moving. 

“leon!” you yell, reaching over to pull him back away from the metal container slamming into the zombie’s side. it’s claw scrapes against the metal grate you’re standing on in an attempt to hold on. leon rushes to your side, tugging you back behind him as the container finally knocks it off of the edge. 

it hits the ground below with a loud crack that echoes for a few seconds afterwards. after a few seconds of silence, you let out a small sigh of relief. “are you okay?” leon asks. 

you glance over the edge into the darkness. slowly, the adrenaline coursing through your veins relaxes, leaving a horrible fear in its place. it spreads across your chest, holding your lungs hostage. “i’m fine.”

“no you’re not.” leon steps closer to place a gentle hand against your cheek. “hey,” he whispers, tilting your face so you’re looking at him. you long for the way everything about him feels so confident. strong. fearless. 

“breathe, y/n,” he whispers. you nod, slowly forcing the air into your lungs at a steady rate. you do your best to follow leon’s exaggerated demonstration until the sinking feeling goes away. there are no monsters hiding in the dark. it’s just you and leon. 

he pulls you into a hug, letting you lean your body weight against him. he presses a kiss against your forehead, rubbing a gentle hand against your back. you let yourself fall into a comfortable silence just until your hands stop trembling and your heart rate returns back to a steady beating. 

“thank you,” you whisper, finally pulling away. 

leon simply shakes his head, reaching over to grab your hand once again. “ready to go?” 

“yeah,” you nod. 

you step over the destruction left in the zombie’s wake, making your way to yet another metal door. it unlocks with a small click before opening into another larger room. a large lever is flipped upwards next to a giant sliding door. you walk over, flipping it down so the light shines a bright green instead of the previous red. 

you slip underneath the metal, finding yourself in what looks like a trash chute. “ada?” you call out as you begin to search through the rubble.

“over here!” you quickly run in the direction of the sound. you find her sitting on the ground with a piece of metal lodged in the center of her thigh. you kneel down beside her, hands ghosting against her thigh. “i can’t get it out,” she sighs.

“it’s not in too deep and it didn’t hit the bone,” you mumble. “you won’t be able to run or fight on it but you should be okay.” 

ada’s eyes remain fixated on the metal as you hesitantly wrap your hand around it. “y/n,” she smiles softly when you look up to meet her gaze. “just do it. i’ll be fine.”

“okay,” you whisper. “try to relax. it’ll hurt less.” ada nods, looking away when you gently hold her leg in place with your hand before pulling the metal out in one smooth movement. she winces before letting out a small sigh as she relaxes. you toss the metal aside as leon reaches into his pocket. 

“here,” he says, reaching over and pressing a bandage against the bleeding wound. your hands are gentle as you wrap it around her leg a few times before holding a hand out to help her up. “you did great. get someone to prescribe you some antibiotics as soon as we get out of here.”

“thanks y/n,” she whispers. “you should go. both of you.”

leon furrows his eyebrows before shaking his head. “i’m not leaving you. not like this.”

“you don’t understand. the situation is worse than i thought. we might not make it out of here.”

you give a slight nod of confirmation when leon glances at you before you turn back to ada. “you’re not getting rid of us that easily.”

she scoffs but relents, pushing off of the wall. her first few steps are unsteady but you resist the urge to reach out and help her, simply following her lead instead. “let’s go then. we have to get to the nest.”

“nest?”

“umbrella’s lab. right beneath us. annette let it slip. that’s where the virus samples are.” ada glances at leon before turning back to you. “you’re sure you’re up for this?”

“we’ve made it this far,” you dryly chuckle. “no turning back now.”

“come on. we’ve got work to do.” leon’s hand slips back into yours as you follow ada up a flight of stairs. “the cable car will take us down to nest. this wristband’s our ticket to ride.”

true to her word, you follow the path up directly to a small, white cable car. ada sits down on the uncomfortable metal seat at the edge of the car as leon pushes a few buttons on the control panel. it jolts slightly when it begins moving as an automated message begins playing through the speakers. “this train is designated for nest. do not exit until you have reached the final destination.”

“i was thinking, i’m glad you’ve been investigating this,” leon says as he begins pacing around the moving car. “i can’t wait for the fbi to raid umbrella’s headquarters and bring those bastards to justice.”

“i agree, but, to be clear, you’re not working on official capacity here. this is a federal case. once we get the g-virus i’ll be back on my own.” ada sighs. “look, i’m a liability now. the only way i’ll be able to finish this case is with your help. both of you.” she pauses to slip the bracelet off of her wrist before wrapping it around yours. “here. you’ll need this.”

leon gives you a slight nod when you turn back to glance at him. “okay.” his hand slips back into yours before you pause, turning back to ada. “stay safe.”

she stifles a chuckle before nodding. “you too.”

the cable car exits off into yet another hallway. you step off onto a platform in between two flights of stairs. the only visible lighting comes from small led lights installed in the floor along the path. a giant umbrella logo is on the wall beside the car.

“are you ready for this?” leon asks. 

“yeah,” you squeeze his hand. “let’s go.” 

the stairs lead to yet another door; this one blocked off by a scanner in the middle. a blue screen in the center is marked with a single line that matches the bracelet on your wrist. it chimes with a small confirmation when you approach. a banner reading “access granted” lights up across the screen as an automated message plays: “for your safety, stand clear until the doors are fully open.”

it slides upwards, just slightly ahead of another door behind it to reveal what looks like the reception area of umbrella’s lab. the light above flickers as soon as you enter. the same umbrella logo is on the wall behind a curved reception desk lit up with strips of led lights and complete with a fake plant on the edge. “welcome to nest,” the same automated message plays. “enjoy your visit.”

you push a metal door open before hanging back just enough to let leon use his flashlight to lead the way. boxes are stacked up against one of the walls. blood smeared against another wall catches your attention. a messy handprint stains the white metal, complete with a pool of blood on the floor. it slowly descends down the wall until stopping completely. 

an uncomfortable feeling of dread begins to nestle itself in your chest, though you’re quick to push it down. you turn into another smaller room. it’s filled with what looks like the remains of an office. a table has been flipped over, leaning against a nearby wall. blood coats the floor just in front of two bodies. 

leon glances back at you, watching as you silently slip out of the room. you lean back against the wall as the snarls of zombies are swiftly cut off by gunshots. 

“y/n,” leon calls. when you reenter the room even more blood and bodies cover the floor. you swallow the bile in your throat down as he gestures to a corner of the room. the only thing visible in the darkness is a fake plant in the shadows. “there’s a ladder over there.”

“do you want to climb up first or should i?”

leon glances up into the darkness for a few seconds before letting out a small sigh. “i’ll go. do you mind holding the light up?”

“yeah, of course.” the flashlight feels heavy in your hand when you take it. it’s bright enough that you can see splotches of water damage on the ceiling above. 

leon pauses for a second once he reaches the top - waiting for something to jump out at him that doesn’t come. once he’s determined that the coast is clear, he leans over to look at you. “it’s clear,” he calls down. “be careful. it’s a little tight up here.” 

“okay,” you whisper to yourself. the metal is cold against your hands; clanking against the wall it’s attached to with each movement. 

the ladder leads up to a vent. cables covered in a thick layer of dust surround you. it’s stuffy and claustrophobic as you shift onto your knees. the metal grates that make up the floor dig into the exposed skin of your hands. your knees ache. each rustle of clothing and every movement echoes throughout the vents as you crawl through. 

the vents lead into yet another hidden part of the lab. leon jumps down first, setting the flashlight down before he reaches his hands out to you. “i’ve got you,” he smiles. 

you stifle a small laugh as you maneuver your body before jumping down. leon’s hands ghost against your waist as you reach out to steady yourself against his shoulders. “thanks,” you whisper. he simply nods with a small hum. 

the room is a small kitchen. an unclean stove rests against the wall complete with a freezer next to it. leon takes the flashlight once again, raising his gun as you slowly begin searching through the rest of the lab. it illuminates another smear of blood against yet another curved wall. he effortlessly shoots down another zombie in your path before you continue on. 

the hallway splits off into two different paths: an area restricted to people with level two clearance and an area with level one clearance. the door slides open as soon as you approach. there are a few panels on the walls with exposed wiring. leon walks over to check one while you gravitate towards a window near the side. a small, glowing chip is stuck between two of the destroyed blinds. 

you hold it in your fingers, flipping it to check it over. it’s thin - only a few millimeters in size. you tug the bracelet off of your wrist, removing the blue chip and replacing it with the new green one. it slips into the band of your bracelet with a small click. “you find something?” leon asks. 

“i think i just got us area two clearance.” you flip your hand out to show him, exposing the glowing microchip. 

“nice job,” he smiles, leaning over to press a quick kiss against your cheek. “there’s an area two door back there. we should be able to get in with this.”

the area two door slides open with the same small hiss as soon as you approach. it leads into yet another set of hallways, each blocked off with its own set of doors. you circle back around through the winding hallways until you reach the reception area once again. the lights flicker on when you enter and the same automated message plays. 

“okay,” leon sighs, pushing open yet another door. “i wonder where the g-virus is.”

“if i was hiding a super secret virus that turns people into indestructible zombies i would put it somewhere confidential. you know, behind one of those doors deep in the facility.”

“you’re probably right,” he hums. you exit the reception area back into the central area of the lab. you step up onto a small platform. a machine is at the edge, shining with a small, green led screen that reads area two. leon steps back as you reach your hand out to press the button. it emits a low whir as it begins moving; a platform rises up to meet where you’re standing. 

leon kneels down beside a corpse laying against the railing. he’s sitting in a pool of blood wearing what looks like a military uniform. he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small voice recording. “y/n,” he calls. you lean back against the railing as he clicks play letting a grainy recording play. 

a man’s voice is the first to come through. “alpha to ghost. target moving to the west area. must be going to retrieve the g-virus and arrival agent.”

“this is ghost. understood. rendezvous at point w-3.” the second man’s voice is deeper and raspier than the first man’s. 

“roger.”

there’s a small lull before their voices come through again. “this is alpha. arrived at destination.”

“understood. stand by for target.”

the recording skips for a second before continuing. “this is alpha. got eyes on the target. he’s going to open the safe.”

“roger. awaiting the signal.”

“got eyes on the g-virus.”

“we’re going in…”

the tape becomes even grainier for a few seconds. something rustles in the background before someone speaks again. “doctor birkin, you’ll come along with us quietly.”

it skips once before it ends with a small click. leon pockets the device quickly before glancing back at you. “the g-virus is in the west area… got it.” 

you jog across the raised platform until you reach a structure in the center. it almost looks like an elevator. white led lights surround you to just barely illuminate the area around you. the same id reader stands in front of it shining a light magenta. 

“access restricted,” the monitor beeps when you approach. a red banner spreads across the screen with the same message. the center area leads to a few set of stairs leading up to another elevated platform. you press the button, spurring the machines to life once again. 

it leads to yet another area of the lab. rubble blocks off a portion of the hallway, forcing you to go left. a thick blue line on the floor guides you through the various parts of the building. 

another door slides open to another reception-like area. various bottles and papers lay sprawled across counters and cover the floor. a lab coat lays haphazardly thrown on a chair beside a computer. 

you venture even farther, passing by yet another sliding door. a giant plant and the overwhelming smell of flowers greets you immediately. vines coat the inside of a room hidden behind a thick, glass panel. bile raises in your throat when you approach. a man’s corpse is wedged in the middle of it. he’s wearing a yellow hazmat suit - likely to protect himself from whatever resides inside of the room. 

“jesus… what happened here?” leon whispers. his question goes unanswered as you continue searching through the lab. the door slides open with a small hiss. fog seeps out as you hesitantly follow him inside. vines coat the ceilings and crawl up on the wall. 

you duck underneath a body hanging from the ceiling. thick ropes of thorns stretch across it’s body like veins. it almost doesn’t look human - not anymore. 

an empty metal shelf rests back against the wall. you resist the urge to sneeze, pushing another set of vines out of the way. you freeze when a low clicking sound echoes from the hallway. leon is quick to raise his gun, aiming into the fog. a creature stumbles out of the darkness, screeching when leon fires a few shots into its body. 

leon keeps his gun trained on it for a few seconds as it collapses to the ground in a heap. he nods when you hesitantly approach, watching as the creature remains motionless on the floor. you’re quick to walk past it, entering yet another room. 

the door slams shut behind you as soon as you do with finality. you’re almost grateful for the way the sound echoes. the room appears to be another observation area in between the glass. screens are illuminated on the wall full of various diagrams and blueprints. a desk sits in front of the glass looking into the area. computers and a few chairs sit beside it. various papers are scattered across it, decorating the area. 

a machine stands beside the desk with a small led screen and a button in the middle. leon pushes down on it, causing an automated message to play. the lights turn on to illuminate the various thorns and plants in front of the panel. “dispensing solution now,” the message says. 

the machine clicks as a small vial is pushed out. the liquid inside is an orangey copper color. it moves fluidly when you turn it in your hands. “maybe you should hold onto this,” leon says, handing it over. 

“are you sure? you have more pockets than i do.”

“i also get kicked around more than you do,” he chuckles. 

you playfully roll your eyes as you take the vial before pocketing it. a different door leads into the second area filled with thorns and overgrown plants. a small pathway is partly illuminated by another set of led lights. another creature springs to life with the same clicks. its body collapses against the floor as it jumps down in front of you before it stands upright. leon is quick to shoot it down. the bullets pierce its chest a few times, causing an orange mist to emit from where it gets hit. it dies with a screech, falling motionless to the ground. 

you force your way through another door. it opens into another lab area. the desk is covered with a variety of paperwork and various different chemicals. a machine in the corner catches your attention. it has three small tubes connected to a larger machine. three buttons are at the bottom - green, red, and blue. right next to the first machine is a small opening where you insert the vial. 

the machine accepts it with a small click before whirring to life. the first button lights up as it begins working. “manual mode engaged,” an automated message plays as it begins to scan the vial. it flips after a few seconds. the button blinks before the liquid drains, mixing with something else within the machine. leon takes the new cartridge when it’s pushed back out of the same opening in a different container before handing it back to you. 

“that was… surprisingly simple.” leon chuckles as you pocket the vial, following him out of the lab. 

“it doesn’t look like there’s anything else in here,” leon sighs. “except monsters.”

“the last time i see one of these things will be too soon,” you whisper, following him back out of the room. 

you retrace your steps back out until you find yourself in the lab’s winding hallways once again. the same thick blue line on the floor leads you throughout the facility until you find a set of lockers. abandoned phone chargers, binders filled with notes, and forgotten water bottles are left until you find a signal modulator. it’s a handheld device with two buttons on the side, four different diagrams on the front, and various antennas at the top. “looks useful,” leon quips. you hum, handing it over to him to take. 

you continue through the winding hallways together in a comfortable silence. leon occasionally glances over his shoulder to check that you’re still following him. an unfamiliar feeling of butterflies swarms in your stomach each time his eyes meet yours or he lets his hand brush against your own. it’s too dangerous for him to risk being unarmed - you both know that - but a selfish part of you wishes that you could hold reach over and grab his hand like you did in the precinct. 

“hey,” you tug leon back to your side before he can walk down another hallway. he shines his flashlight towards you before you tilt it down to face a panel in the wall. 

“nice catch,” he smiles. he hands you the signal modulator as you slip it into the empty space. it whines as you turn the knobs to adjust the signal until it clicks into place, confirmed with a small beep.

“man, this place is a maze,” leon murmurs. 

you hum in agreement as you turn to go down a different hallway. you force yet another door open, shivering when a rush of cold air greets you. a white fog blows throughout the room; a result of the subzero temperatures, you suppose. “who left the freezer open?” leon remarks as the door slams shut behind you. you rub your hands against your exposed forearms in a poor attempt to maintain at least some of your body heat as you explore.

a large machine sits in the center of the room. windows allow you to see into a machine. there’s a small cylindrical opening at the bottom of the machine next to a small led screen that reads “standing by.” you pull out the vial, slowly inserting it into the opening. it accepts it with a click as the machine whirs to life. the arm moves down to grab the cartridge, moving it into one of the various containers within the machine. “cooling sequence in progress,” a message plays. 

a small gust of white fog is blown out after a few seconds before the machine’s arm reaches down to return the cartridge through the first opening. the orange liquid has turned blue when you pull the vial out once again. it feels cool to the touch. “think we’re almost done here?” 

“hopefully,” you sigh as you pocket it. “i can’t wait to get out of here.”

“let’s go then,” leon chuckles. 

after what feels like hours of wandering around the lab, you finally make your way back to the greenhouse area. you insert the cartridge into yet another machine, watching as it disappears before a small mist blows over the plants. the once shriveled up leaves spring back to life almost instantaneously.

beside you, the man’s corpse is knocked against the glass. you kneel down to pick up the small, purple chip as it falls to the ground, quickly inserting it into your id wristband. “looks like that did the trick,” leon says. 

the lights remain on as you follow him into the area. most of the hanging vines have pulled back, exposing more of the path and railways in front of you. “warning: you have dispensed a dangerous solution without authorization. your actions have been logged and you may be subject to disciplinary measures.” 

the message goes ignored as you circle back through the lab once again until you make your way back to the large platform in the center.

you step up to the button, pressing on the “area three” button. the machine whirs to life, raising up to meet your feet before clicking into place. “hopefully the g-virus sample’s up here…” leon sighs. you follow him as you jog across the platform to another sliding door. he kneels down to grab another cassette tape off the ground. he pockets it quickly before you continue on.

“there’s another panel over there.”

“here,” leon says, passing you the signal modulator. 

“thanks,” you whisper. it slides into place against the wall before you turn the knobs a few times, adjusting them until the signal lines up perfectly. it clicks for a second before the lights flicker on above you. a vcr sits on a table nearby, coated in a thick layer of dust. leon pulls out the tape, sliding it into place quickly. 

the monitor beside it glitches as it springs to life. the grainy footage shows a doctor frantically searching through a few cabinets before a man’s voice comes plays. “got eyes on the g-virus.”

the footage glitches once again, this time showing a top-down view from a vent above. the man’s arms come into frame as he pushes the vent out of the way before jumping down onto the ground below. the doctor flinches, grabbing the briefcase in his hands and hiding it behind his chest. “doctor birkin, place your hands on your head and get on your knees!”

“you think i didn’t know you were coming?” doctor birkin scoffs. “this is my life’s work!”

“we have our orders, doctor birkin. i’ll ask you one more time…” 

another man comes into frame before multiple gunshots ring out. “stop!” a man yells. doctor birkin falls to the ground - umoving. blood seeps through his lab coat and pools on the floor next to him. “hold your fire!” 

the chaos momentarily stops as another man kneels down to check his pulse. he curses under his breath before turning back to the men. “what the fuck were you thinking? our orders were to bring him in alive!” he sighs, raising a hand up to touch an earpiece. “we’re in, sir, but we had a bit of a… situation. target resisted; we had to take him out. … that’s correct, sir. … roger that. just the samples, then.” the man kneels down to grab the briefcase before turning back to the group. “let’s move!” the camera focuses on doctor birkin’s corpse for another few seconds before it comes to an end in another glitch. 

“so those were the g-virus samples?” 

“i guess so,” you sigh. 

the hallways loop back around to yet another restricted area. you run across the platform to a separate area. the doors hiss when you approach before sliding open. it leads into another runway illuminated by led lights on the floor. sitting on a pillar at the end of the runway is a small cartridge filled with the g-virus. “leon,” you call, gesturing to it. he steps up beside you before reaching over to grab it. it’s so small that it just barely fits in his hand. 

“huh. that was easy,” he quips. you stifle a chuckle as he quickly pockets it. “alright, now back to ada.”

“attention: unauthorized removal of a level 04 virus detected,” an automated message plays over the loudspeakers. “facility lockdown initiated. self-destruct sequence will begin when lockdown is complete.”

“we better get moving,” you murmur. 

“you don’t say,” leon chuckles. you just barely make it back across the platform when the ceiling cracks from above you. rubble begins to crumble down before a monster jumps down. it’s claws scrape against the platform as it stands. 

“you again,” he says, raising his gun. you jump when the doors behind you open up. 

annette pushes past you before shoving leon out of the way. “move! he’s mine,” she says. she raises a gun before shooting at the monster. it howls in pain when a spray of liquid nitrogen hits it. “this has to end,” annette whispers.“what the hell is going on?” leon yells over the chaos. 

“sorry, william,” annette sighs. “you left me no choice.” she shoots the monster once again, hitting it directly in the face. its body writhes for a second before it collapses onto the ground, unmoving.

leon gestures for you to stay back before slowly approaching it. he kneels down next to it beside annette. “you called this thing ‘william.’ why?”

she shakes her head, still focused on the beast in front of you. “it shouldn’t have been like this…” she whispers. “it’s umbrella’s fault - this whole mess.”

“you’re umbrella too,” leon’s eyebrows furrow as he stands up. “you’re telling me you weren’t involved in this?”

“yes…” annette sighs. “but we never meant for this to happen!” 

“tell me everything - right from the start,” leon demands. 

annette takes a shaky breath before she begins. “i found william on the ground. he had been shot. he had a sample of the virus in his hands. he said they ‘wouldn’t get away that easily’ before he…” she looks away, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds. “he infected himself with the virus.”

“so you made this monster?”

“we made the g-virus, but we never intended to-”

“you can spell it any way you want. you’re still responsible.”

the monster’s body twitches for a second before an eye emerges and starts blinking. “leon!” you yell. “it’s moving!” 

you both flinch when it springs back to life, grabbing annette with its claw. she struggles in its grasp as it effortlessly lifts her body before throwing her at a nearby wall. her back slams into it first before she collapses against the floor in a heap. 

you rush to her aid as the monster stands up again. it slashes in leon’s direction, claw scraping against the metal. “leon, watch out!” he ducks just in time to avoid another attack from the monster as annette scrambles to her feet. she pushes down on a button making the room light up with flashing red lights. a siren blares through the loudspeakers. 

“what are you doing?” leon yells over the noise. 

“we can’t let him get away!” 

he jumps over the edge of another moving platform to jump down back onto steady ground. “alright,” he whispers. “let’s end this here.” 

“class a breach detected,” an automated message plays over the siren. “lab quarantined until target is neutralized.”

you watch anxiously from above as the sound of gunshots mixes with the clash of the monster’s claws against metal. sparks ignite with each slash against metal wiring. leon grunts as he avoids yet another attack, leading the monster away from where you’re standing on the balcony above. he grabs a grenade from his waistband, pulling the pin out before throwing it at the monster. your ears ring when it explodes. more rubble crumbles down from above as the lab around you continues to fall. you let out a small sigh of relief when the beast finally collapses against the ground - dead. 

“target has been neutralized,” the message plays. “ending quarantine.” 

“leon?”

“i’m okay!” he yells. “stay put. i’ll be right there!”

a service lift clicks into place before leon rushes to your side. annette’s breathing is shaky and blood stains her shirt. “jesus, that looks bad,” he whispers, kneeling down beside you. 

“feels worse, believe me,: she heaves.

“look, about what you said… i don’t know how much i believe it, but i’m willing to-”

“just tell me you’ll destroy damn g-virus sample,” annette rasps. 

“no, it’s evidence. it’s going to the fbi.”

“you trust that bitch?” she bitterly laughs. 

leon pulls away, furrowing his eyebrows. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“she’s not fbi. she’s a mercenary. she’s gonna sell it - the g-virus is going to the highest bidder.”

“that’s bullshit,” leon says as he stands. you follow him, reaching over to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. he takes a breath before turning back to annette. 

“i hope you’re right,” she says, shifting to lay on her side. “but if the g-virus… gets into the wrong hands…” her words taper off as she collapses against the floor. you kneel down beside her, reaching over to place two fingers against her wrist. you can feel the beating slow to an eventual stop before her body relaxes. 

you glance back up at leon, shaking your head. he lets out a small sigh as you reach over to close annette’s eyes before you stand up to rejoin his side. you can see some of the tension relaxing from his shoulders when you reach over to grab his hand, intertwining your fingers together. 

“come on,” you whisper. “let’s go.”

you both jump at the sudden sound of another automated message in place of the sirens. “attention: self destruct sequence initiated,” leon squeezes your hand as you both start running back through the lab. “use the central elevator to evacuate immediately to the bottom level train platform.”

you pass through various sliding doors out of “area three” until you find the central platform once again. you’re surprised to see ada limping her way towards one of the machines that controls how the runways move. “ada!” you call out. she presses a handheld device against it making it shift until a platform rises up, giving you a clear way to her. 

“i was just thinking about you,” leon says as you walk towards her. 

the ground beneath you shifts as the lab begins to shake. “that makes two of us. i was getting worried.”

“you know, we make a good team, but i need to ask you something.”

“this way’s clear. please, tell me you got it.”

“oh, i got it.”

“leon,” you whisper. the platform beneath your feet continues to vibrate beneath your feet. 

he waves you off, turning back to ada. “let me verify the g-virus sample and we’ll get the hell out of here.”

“before we do that… i ran into annette. she said you’re not fbi.”

ada sighs, glancing back at you for a second. “oh, leon…” you flinch back when she pulls out a pistol, aiming it at him. “why couldn’t you just hand over the sample?”

“ada, wait-”

“back up y/n!” she says, refocusing back on leon. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

“y/n, listen to her.” you don’t move, staring between the two people you’ve grown to trust more than you thought was possible over the course of a single night. leon turns back to ada, pulling out his own gun. “i realized, as much as i wanted to trust you… i didn’t.”

“i really hoped it wouldn’t end up like this.”

“so that’s all this was… we were just pawns to you?”

ada scoffs, cocking her head. “i’m just doing my job.”

“and i’m doing mine, so drop that damn gun! i’m taking you in.” 

ada remains unfazed by his determination and the gun pointed at her chest. “hand over the sample, leon. i don’t want to hurt you.”

the runway you’re standing on shakes once again. it begins to fall apart beneath your feet, breaking away from where it’s attached to the platform. you stumble slightly under the unsteadiness. finally, leon lowers his gun. he drops his hands back to his sides as he sighs. “fine. then you shoot me, but i don’t think you can.”

“y/n!” you flinch when the ground beneath your feet fully collapses. 

“ada!” leon grabs your waist before you fully slide off the platform as you reach down to grab ada’s hand. you’re just barely able to catch her wrist, letting leon hold your body up. you watch as the sample falls; glass cartridge clinking against a metal railing as it tumbles down into the abyss below. 

“y/n…”  

“hold on… i’m not gonna let you go.”

“forget it,” ada says. 

“shut up! we’ve got you!” leon yells over the chaos. 

you tighten your grip around her hand when it starts to slip, willing yourself to hold on tighter. “it’s not worth it!” 

“don’t do this…” leon begs. 

ada glances down into the darkness below before turning back to you with a small smile. “take care of yourself. both of you.”

“no!” you scream when her hand slips out of yours; her body tumbling down into the void. 

you’re biting back tears as leon tugs you up away from the edge of the platform, forcing you to run with him towards more stable ground. his arm snakes around your waist as he pulls you along with him. “come on. we need to go.” 

you forcefully wipe your eyes as you scramble to your feet. you glance down into the dark one final time before you start running. alarms continue to blare around you. the sound rattles your bones and pushes you to go faster - push yourself harder. 

“nine minutes until detonation,” the announcement plays. you run into the elevator at the center of the platform just before the ground falls apart underneath your feet. the elevator hisses as it shuts around you, slowly beginning the descent. 

“i’m sorry,” leon whispers. you glance over at him as he squeezes your hand. “about ada.”

there are millions of thoughts swirling around in your head, though you can’t make sense of any of them. instead you refocus on the doors in front of you, watching as you slowly pass by the various different floors. “yeah,” you finally reply. “i am too.”

the elevator comes to a stop with a small jolt before the doors slide open. you run past a hallway filled with computers until something catches leon’s attention on one of the monitors. through the staticy footage you can just barely make out the figure of a woman. 

“claire?” he yells. “claire!”

“leon? you’re down here too?”

“yeah, but the whole place is coming down,” he pulls back to glance at the monitor. a giant warning signal flashes across it. “listen to me, you need to get out. fast!” 

“yeah, there’s a way out. we can make it. where are you now?”

“claire? are you still there?”

“leon?” the static increases and the audio begins cutting out. you anxiously glance back at the timer as leon leans in even closer. “hey, leon, you’re breaking up.”

“forget about me! just get out of here!” the only response comes in the form of static. “damn it,” he cusses to himself. 

“leon, come on,” you yell, tugging him through the hallway. an explosion goes off just as you exit the building, lighting the nearby area up in flames. you push your anxiety down as you run to the cable car. 

it feels like an excruciatingly slow descent until you finally make it back onto steady ground. leon shoots down a few stray creatures that lunge at you from the shadows as you maneuver through the back alleyways of umbrella’s lab. you jump when a large figure catches your attention; a man - the same man that attacked you in the police station’s parking garage. 

“is this a fucking joke?” leon yells. a rush of hot air greets you as you push yet another door open. various pipes and tanks are set on fire, burning behind metal railings. you bring your arms up to cover your face as you push your way through. another explosion blocks off the area you were running through before the same man jumps down behind you. the metal grate you’re standing on falters when another explosion lights before it knocks you down completely. 

you wince as your shoulder slams into the ground below. you’re quick to scramble to your feet before pulling leon up with you. “we need to keep moving!” you yell. he grunts as he forces himself up as you start running once again. you rush through another set of doors, going further into the alleyways. 

leon wraps his arms around you, pulling you down to the ground with him as a nearby fuel tank explodes. pieces of shrapnel go flying all around you. a beam falls down, causing even more flames to erupt nearby. you cough violently as the chaos settles down. “are you okay?” he asks, patting your shoulder. 

“yeah,” you rasp. “i’m fine.” 

your momentary bliss is broken when the ground underneath you begins shaking once again. “what the hell…” leon mutters. the giant emerges from the shadows - now shirtless but still intimidating as ever. “oh shit.” the man is unfazed by the flames ignited against his shoulder as he jumps down in front of you. “y/n, get out of here!” he yells. 

“i’m not leaving you!” you reply. his rebuttals are cut off by the man effortlessly tossing a metal beam in your direction. you’re quick to react; pulling leon out of the way to momentary safety. he gives you a small nod as a form of saying thanks before raising his gun. 

“alright, come on!” 

“six minutes until detonation,” the message plays. it’s just barely audible amidst the chaos. you jump out of the way when the man swings a clawed arm at you, doing your best to dodge his attacks. despite hitting him numerous times in areas that should be fatal, leon’s bullets don’t faze the man at all. it charges at you, using the flaming clawed arm to break a concrete wall apart. 

the man knocks another metal beam down, making even more of the ground crumble around you. an opened case sliding towards you catches your attention. a rocket launcher lays inside, neatly tucked inside two thick pieces of black styrofoam. “leon!” you yell, pushing it over to him. 

“nice,” he chuckles, reaching down to grab it. it sits heavily against his shoulder as he aims it towards the man, hitting him directly in the chest. you use your hands to block the explosion. you squeeze your eyes shut as your ears ring. you cough a few times as the smoke slowly clears. 

leon rushes over to your side once again, helping you up with a gentle arm around your waist to support your body against his. the lower half of the man’s body lays on the ground. blood pools on the floor around it. “are you okay?”

“never been better,” you quip. he simply rolls his eyes, tugging your arm over his shoulders to support you. the approaching sound of a train horn blowing is an unusually comforting sound. “let’s get the hell out of here.”

“yeah,” he nods. you run towards the train, jumping to catch onto one of the open carts before tugging leon up with you. you leave explosions and falling rubble behind as the train blows past into a tunnel, leading you far away from umbrella and it’s lab. 

leon glances back at the rubble before turning back to face you. he reaches over to pull you into a sweet kiss as you let out a small sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder. he intertwines his fingers with yours as you force yourself to stand despite your growing exhaustion. 

the door slides open as soon as you approach, exposing a different train cart. a tall, perky, brunette woman stands next to a young blonde girl. “leon,” she smiles as you approach. 

“claire.” your eyes flick to the girl as she smiles up at you. “who’s this?”

“oh, this is sherry,” claire smiles, wrapping her arm around the girl’s shoulders. “and…” 

“y/n,” you introduce. 

“i met him in the precinct,” leon explains. his arm snakes around your waist as you sit down against the wall, finally letting yourself relax. he coaxes you to lean against his chest, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “sleep,” he murmurs. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

-

true to his word, leon wakes you in the morning with a small kiss pressed against your forehead and a gentle hand stroking against your cheek. “morning sunshine,” he smiles when your eyes flutter open. you groan as you stretch your sore joints before dramatically collapsing against the floor. 

“come on,” leon chuckles. “get up. the train stopped moving a few hours after you fell asleep. we need to get moving.” 

“fine,” you sigh, letting him pull you to your feet. you brush the dirt off of your jeans as you meet back up with claire and sherry. 

“ready?” she smiles. 

“yeah,” leon nods. “let’s go.”

the summer heat glares down at you as you start to trudge through the desert. leon reaches over to grab your hand into his - a habit you’ve both seemed to pick up - before you intertwine your fingers together. “so…” sherry begins as she breaks the silence. she glances from claire to leon before continuing. “are you guys, like, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“no,” claire chuckles as leon’s face flushes a light pink. “we actually just met last night.”

“oh. well then, what about you two?” she asks, looking over at you and leon. 

you glance from down at her to up at him, stifling a chuckle. “yeah,” he smiles. “we’re dating.” you look away, doing your best to ignore the way butterflies immediately swarm in your stomach. 

leon squeezes your hand as he stifles a laugh of his own before sherry gasps. she points at something approaching ahead, just barely visible in the distance. “look!” 

you pull sherry to the side of the road, standing beside her with claire. leon walks to the center, hand resting over his gun holster. the gentle roar of an engine slowly approaches. you watch as a semi truck drives by, completely ignoring you as it does. the tires blow dust up at you as it fades away into the distance. 

leon sighs as he walks back over to you. “well, he was friendly.”

“so… is it over?” claire asks. 

“i don’t know. but if it’s not, we’ll stop it. whatever it takes.”

“come on,” you smile, reaching over to grab sherry’s hand. claire laughs as sherry happily skips along between your arms as you slowly make your way out of raccoon city.

[zzprompto]

☆ paper rings

re2! leon kennedy x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: amidst the troubles in raccoon city, leon and [name] find some peace. but it doesn't last long. (meant to be viewed as romantic.)

the lowercase is intentional !

- warnings : death, guns, zombies, other re stuff

low grunts from zombies could be heard outside the room leon and [name] had holed themselves up in. this wasn't where the couple expected to be in of all places. what a great place to have a date in, right?

leon was rummaging through a few boxes, trying to find some ammo, herbs or anything else that would help him and [name] keep going. on the other hand, [name] was in the corner, trying not to freak out. he had his hands over his ears, blocking out the sounds that were coming from the zombies outside.

eventually, leon found something in one of the many boxes that he had been searching through. it wasn't anything useful though, just some old, tattered piece of paper. he quickly folded it up into a circular shape, almost resembling a ring.

leon walked over to [name], kneeling down and presenting the ring to him with a smile. he didn't want [name] to worry or panic too much about the everlooming threat of those flesh-rotting monsters outside, so he hoped that this would somewhat calm [name] down.

"what's that?" [name] asked, voice shaky. it was almost as if he was on the verge of crying, or even breaking down. he stared at the ring infront of him, moving his hands off of his ears even though the noises outside were still overwhelming him.

"i think you know what it is. you're smart." leon whispered back, grinning at [name]. he hoped [name] would be able to tell what he was trying to do with the ring, even if it was just paper. ultimately, leon hoped [name] would accept this sore excuse of a proposal.

[name] pondered for a few moments, keeping a close eye on paper that was being presented to him. it was clear what leon had tried to do. he had tried to turn it into a ring for a proposal. [name]'s mouth opened to speak, but nothing cane out. he let out a grunt and he furrowed his brows in frustration.

"what i'm trying to do is.. how do i put this.." leon whispers, trying to think of the best way to do this. leon takes in a deep breath before he speaks again.

"i love you, [name]." the cop continues speaking, a hopeful smile on his face. "i have for the time that we've been friends, for the time that we've been lovers, and hopefully for the rest of our lives. even though we can't get married now because.. well, we're amidst some zombie apocalypse right now, and because we're both men.. i want to marry you some day. so, consider this my proposal to you." leon says, speaking directly from the heart with such love and adoration for the man that was sitting infront of him.

[name] started to tear up and his lip quivered. he nodded at leon, unable to say anything else. leon understood what this meant, so he took the paper ring and placed it on [name]'s ring finger with a smile.

"i'm sorry that this isn't the most ideal place or time for a proposal, nor is the ring." leon apologises, his smile replaced with a small frown. he did want something better for [name], something more grand to express his love for the other. but, he didn't even think anything would be able to put into words how much he felt for [name].

"it's fine." [name] sniffles, voice breaking. "i'd marry you.. even if we only had paper rings." he chuckled, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. like a hero coming to save the day, leon immediately started wiping down [name]'s tears.

"i just.." [name] continued to speak, voice wavering. "i just hope we make it out of here. i can't stand listening to all that groaning on repeat, it's making my skin crawl.." he mutters, clearly uncomfortable by the whole situation.

leon presses a kiss to [name]'s forehead in hopes it would calm the other man down. he didn't want his lover to worry. he knew they were going to make it out of this hell hole - together.

"of course we're going to make it out, [name]. we have eachother, don't we?" leon whispered in return, leaning forward to cradle [name] in his arms. in return, [name] sobbed, unable to stop his tears from flowing - especially because of leon's tender and loving touch.

"speaking of making it out of here.." leon muttered against [name]'s forehead. "we have to leave this room soon. we don't want the zombies to end up tearing inside here, do we?" he hummed, giving [name]'s forehead yet another kiss before he pulled back.

[name] nodded and he shuffled back from leon slightly. he wiped his tears away with his sleeve, trying to look presentable - or as presentable as he could be in such a situation.

"yeah.. let's.. let's go." [name] replied, voice shaky. when he breathed in, his whole body shook. it seemed that he still hadn't calmed down from crying earlier. leon was concerned, his brows furrowed as he looked over at his partner.

"are you sure? we can wait out a few more minutes. you look like you need to calm down a little more." leon says, taking one of [name]'s hands in his own to stroke it gently. he didn't want [name] to be in an even worse place than he already was in. he wanted to do everything that he could in that moment to help [name].

[name] shook his head, opposing to what leon had just said. "i'm fine, i promise. just.. a little shaken up. i'll be good to go." he mumbled back, taking in a deep breath to ultimately prepare himself for what was to come.

leon nodded in response and he smiled. he then stood up and offered [name] a hand, which [name] gladly took in response. leon then took a quick look around the boxes once more to see if he had missed anything. he found a half empty box of ammo and some dried up green herbs. it was better than nothing.

"alright, time to go." leon muttered, looking over at [name] briefly before he turned to the door. he opened it cautiously, looking around to see if there were any zombies patrolling around. and there were. he quickly shot those that were on the corridor before grabbing [name]'s hand and making a run for it.

the two kept running throughout the corridor, taking any turns or shortcuts that were needed to avoid any zombie contact. they were doing well for a while, until they ran into a problem. they were surrounded.

"shit." leon muttered, dropping [name]'s hand as he looked around. "stay close, okay?" he whispered to [name] before he shot more rounds at the zombies. one by one, the came falling down. except for one.

one particularly pesky zombie had caught onto [name]'s leg as it fell down, scratching it deeply. [name] would've let out a scream if he hadn't already been biting down on his lip so heavily to the point where it was bleeding.

leon hadn't noticed [name]'s injury, he just grabbed [name]'s hand once more so they could make a run for it. the two kept running for their lives, once again. it seemed to be the only thing they could do in such a situation.

[name] started to grunt and groan in pain as they kept running. leon turned his head slightly, seeing the trail of blood on the floor that was coming from [name]'s leg. his eyes widened in concerned as he saw this and he immediately ran to a corner, pulling [name] along with him.

"when did that happen?" leon asked, sitting [name] down and pulling his trouser leg up. the cut was serious and pretty deep too. those zombies had gotten [name] pretty good.

[name] breathed in and out heavily, clutching onto his stomach as he squeezed his eyes shut. he felt so uncomfortable right now, it was like bugs were running up and down his body - but like 100x worse because of the injury in his leg.

"one of them.. scratched me as it was going down.." he muttered, burying his face inbetween his knees. he didn't want to face leon - he felt guilty. [name] believed that leon was going to scold him in that moment, and he didn't want to experience that at all. luckily, leon didn't do that.

"bastards.. hurting [name].." leon muttered under his breath. he looked around, trying to see if he could get something to wrap around the wound. he checked his pockets and eventually found the tiniest bit of guaze. he decided that it should do - so he wrapped it around [name]'s leg and hoped for the best.

leon looked up at [name] with a worried expression. "you think you can still run? we shouldn't be that far from the train. we can get out of here." he said, trying to be hopeful as he possibly could. [name] opened his eyes in response and he nodded, trying to put on a smile even though he was in immense pain.

leon sighed in relief, standing up and helping [name] up too. leon gripped onto [name]'s hand once more and they started running again. this time, they were a little slower because of [name]'s injury. however, leon was still hopeful. he was determined to get out of raccoon city with both him and [name] alive.

the couple kept running for their lives, once again taking different turns and shortcuts just to escape any zombie hoards. leon wasn't going to take any risks this time, not when [name] was injured.

"this way.." leon muttered, taking a turn. he was still holding onto [name]'s hand, but his grip was slowly faltering because of how sweaty his palms had gotten. the adrenaline was coursing through his veins, making his heart pummel against his chest and his sweat just skyrocket in production. this wasn't a good sign. it wasn't a good sign at all.

without realising, leon's hand had slipped and he had let go of [name]. [name] had tumbled and fallen onto the floor, alerting all nearby zombies. leon stopped and he turned around to go help [name] back up, but it was too late.

one zombie. two zombies. three zombies.

three zombies were swarming [name]'s body, all getting ready to pounce on him. it was as if they were practically drooling upon the sight of the young man.

leon tried his best to shoot them, but his hands were too shaky and his palms were too sweaty. he was afraid. afraid of what, exactly? he hadn't been this afraid when fighting all those other zombies, so why was it now?

it was because of [name]. [name] was the centre of the zombie's attention currently, and leon was scared that he was going to essentially shoot [name] if one of the zombies angled themselves weirdly. of course, leon didn't want that. so he froze. still. unable to do anything.

[name] had finally gained focus after falling. he looked around and saw the zombies swarming him. he wanted to scream and cry and yell out for help, but he couldn't. nothing escaped his mouth. it was almost as if he was frozen - just like leon.

[name]'s eyes darted away from the zombies towards the light. maybe he was already dying. maybe that's why he saw the light. but, instead of light he saw leon. he smiled, a few tears now running down his cheeks.

"run leon.. run.." he croaks, voice breaking as he spoke. if he couldn't get out of there, he wanted leon to get out of there if anything. all that mattered was leon in that moment - nobody else. leon was his light. leon would find a way out of there - he had done all the work that night after all. [name] was just too anxious for anything.

"i love you.." [name] breathes out before the zombies started going at him. violent screams were the only other things that left [name]'s lips after that moment.

leon did as [name] said and he started to run. he ran as fast as he could out of there, away from the zombies, away from the pain, away from [name].

the rookie briefly turned back, taking a glimpse of the scene that was there. the scene that he'd see countless times after, but not as a joyous memory - but as a reoccuring nightmare.

and all that was left in leon's mind was the vision of [name]'s body being torn apart, and the bloodied paper ring he was wearing.

- author's note: hope you guys enjoy :) working on a request.. so if you're waiting for a request and it's taking a little long i'm so sorry 😭 i will get it done by the end of this week ! might write something for luis because i love him and i don't want it to seem like leon is the only resident evil character i know 😐

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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓. 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.

𝙁𝙀𝙈 𝘿𝙉𝙄 & 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄 | 𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙐𝙇 18+ 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙐𝙏

ＲＥＱＵＥＳＴＳ：　ＯＰＥＮ

ＲＥＱＵＥＳＴＳ　ＲＵＬＥＳ

V I D E O G A M E S

Ｃａｌｌ　ｏｆ　Ｄｕｔｙ: Ｍｏｄｅｒｎ　Ｗａｒｆａｒｅ

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸. sᴀᴅɪsᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ/ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ.

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷. ᴏʀᴀʟ ғɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜ sᴇx.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟹. ᴡᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏʀ ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 5. ᴀɢᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ sᴇx.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟽. ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴsᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 "𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟶. ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇs/ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ (ᴛʜɪɢʜs).

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹𝟷. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇsᴏᴍᴇ/ᴍᴏʀᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ/sᴇᴍɪ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇx. (& sɪᴍᴏɴ "ɢʜᴏsᴛ" ʀɪʟᴇʏ)

𝐊𝐢𝐦 "𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢" 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐣𝐢𝐧

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟽. ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴅsᴍ.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 "𝐆𝐚𝐳" 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟷. ғɪʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ.

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟺. sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʜᴇɴᴏʟᴀɢɴɪᴀ (sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ/ᴍᴜsᴄʟᴇs).

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟸. sɪᴢᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄʟᴇs.

"𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨"

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟿. ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴɴɪɴɢ.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟺. sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ/ᴀɴɢʀʏ sᴇx.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 6. ᴘʀᴏsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐨 "𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐲" 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 "𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭" 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟼. ɴᴏɴᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀsᴋs/ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹𝟷. ᴛʜʀᴇᴇsᴏᴍᴇ/ᴍᴏʀᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ/sᴇᴍɪ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ sᴇx. (& ᴊᴏʜɴ "ꜱᴏᴀᴘ" ᴍᴀᴄᴛᴀᴠɪꜱʜ)

His priority is your well-being, not some scars you have.

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 "𝐄𝐥 𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞" 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐳𝐚

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟸. ʙᴏɴᴅᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ/ʙᴀʟᴄᴏɴʏ sᴇx.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹𝟶. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʀɪɴɢs/sᴛʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ sɪssɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ғᴇᴍɪɴɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Ｃａｌｌ　ｏｆ　Ｄｕｔｙ: Ｍｏｄｅｒｎ　Ｗａｒｆａｒｅ

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐲 "𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟿. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sɴᴏᴡʙᴀʟʟɪɴɢ.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 "𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩" 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 "𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭" 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

Ｃａｌｌ　ｏｆ　Ｄｕｔｙ: Ｇｈｏｓｔｓ

𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 "𝐇𝐞𝐬𝐡" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟹. sᴇᴛᴘ-ᴄᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐓. "𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰" 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐏. 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟽. ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sᴏʙʙɪɴɢ.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟶. ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ.

Ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｔ　Ｅｖｉｌ

𝐀𝐝𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟼. ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ (ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ) ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟻. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ.

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟹. ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ/ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ/ᴍᴇᴅғᴇᴛ.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟷. ʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀsʜɪᴘ.

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟸𝟾. ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇs.

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟿. ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛs.

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐊

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟻. ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ.

𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟾. ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 4. ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ᴅᴀʏ 𝟾. sᴇx ʀᴏʙᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴍᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ.

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

M A N G A / A N I M E

Ｊｕｊｕｔｓｕ Ｋａｉｓｅｎ | 呪術廻戦

𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐞 | 日下部篤也

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 | 脹相

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚 | 日車寛見

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐰𝐚 | 三輪霞

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 | 七海建人

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐚 | 与 幸吉

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐌𝐚𝐢 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧 | 禪院真依

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧 | 禪院真希

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | 「 SFW 」

𝐌𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐢 | 冥冥

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 | 伏黒恵

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧 | 禪院直哉

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 | 釘崎野薔薇

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 | 加茂憲紀

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 | 五条悟

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐈𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐢 | 家入硝子

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 | 両面宿儺

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | 「 SFW + NSFW 」

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 | 夏油傑

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐨 | 猪野琢真

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 | 狗巻棘

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 | 伏黒甚爾

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | 「 SFW + NSFW 」

𝐔𝐭𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐨𝐫𝐢 | 庵歌姫

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐞 | 裏梅

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | 「 SFW + NSFW 」

𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐨 | 九十九 由基

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐎𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 | 乙骨憂太

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 | 虎杖悠仁

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | 「 SFW 」

Ｓｏｌｏ Ｌｅｖｅｌｉｎｇ | 나 혼자만 레벨업

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 | 파멸의 군주 용제 안타레스

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 | 그림자 군주 망자들의 왕 아스본

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐨 | 백윤호

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐂𝐡𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐞-𝐈𝐧 | 차해인

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐈𝐧 | 최종인

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 | 성일환

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐋𝐢𝐮 𝐙𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 | 안드레

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐬𝐡𝐚 | 역병의 군주 벌레들의 왕 퀘레샤

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐑𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧 | 라칸

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐥-𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧 | 성일환

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨 | 성진우

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐡𝐨 | 성수호

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐤 | 타르낙

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞 | 트마스 안드레

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

𝐖𝐨𝐨 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐥 | 우진철

ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ．．．

G E N E R A L A C C O U N T I N F O

A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT

E V E N T S

ＫＩＮＫＴＯＢＥＲ 2023　ＭＡＳＴＥＲＬＩＳＴ

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[charliedakotariley]

"Do you...like what you see...sweetheart?" ❤️

And I did it again.

I know I said I'm gonna draw him with high heels next, but I can't figure out the right pose for him. And for me. 🙃