#rookie leon kennedy x reader

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In Her Grasp

Leon Kennedy x Serial killer female reader

Summary: The rookie policeman finds himself in the claws of a notorious serial killer. 

Warning: Angst. Blood. Kidnapping. Dark themes. Torture. Serial killer themes. 

Word count: 2,373

Thank you for reading this. I've been planning this for a bit now and wanted to write something angsty for this baby boy. Please leave feedback and reblog as it really helps and is very appreciated. Thank you. 

Please enjoy. 

The door opened and [Name] stepped into the house, softly humming as she closed the door behind her and took her shoes and jacket off, setting them aside. She carried the bags into the kitchen, setting them aside and pulling out the contents she had purchased. A visit to the D.I.Y shop had given her some rope, thick, black cloth and some other bits and pieces. 

After putting away her shopping, she gathered the rope and cloth, heading towards the cellar door. Darkness completely encased the cellar, making the steps leading down to it appear to vanish beyond the first two. Unfazed, she continued down them, flicking a light switch at the base of them. A weak flicker sparked, casting a small pale yellow light out, doing little to brighten the room. Her guest remained secured to his seat. The man was stripped of his clothing, rope tied securely around his ankles and wrists, binding them together to prevent any attempt of escape. Noise-cancelling headphones over his ears with thick cloth around his eyes, blocking out his vision and hearing. 

He was no one. Someone she picked up a few days ago and had been keeping him here since. Walking over, she stood in front of him and looked at him. Black and blue blotches covered his skin, the hard strike of a bat or metal pole leaving their mark. The rope burns gnawing away at his wrists and ankles, an ugly red raw against his skin. She had her fun with him before, hearing him cry out and beg for forgiveness for something he hadn’t even done. Hell, she didn’t even know the man’s name. There was truly nothing personal about this. He was just there at the wrong time. 

Moving around the other side of the chair, she held up the piece of rope in one hand and used another to drag a stool over, securing the rope to a hook in the ceiling. Giving it a firm tug, she was satisfied with its security before using the other side of it to wrap around the man’s neck, feeling him whimpering behind the gag in his mouth. Once it was on, she tied the other side of the rope to a heavy weight on the table before pushing it off, letting it fall to the floor. The man was lifted up into the air and held there, pained gasps and cries were cut off by the rope. [Name] just stood there and watched his legs try and kick around for a few minutes before his body went still. Pulling on some disposable gloves, she walked over and pulled the cloth off his eyes to confirm he was dead, a small smile tugging her lips at the sight of his hollow, empty eyes. 

A sense of fulfilment flooded her body, a comforting sensation that made the smile on her lips grow more. She savoured it for a bit longer, looking into those empty eyes, imagining how they must have looked in their final moments of light as the life slowly faded from them. Regardless, she turned herself away, her attention now on a new prey, a new target. A photograph was pinned on the wall, those sweet, baby blue eyes staring at the camera with such vibrant light with the shadows casting due to his hair. The policeman uniform peaking just above the bottom edge. The rookie policeman at R.C.P.D. At the bottom of the picture was a name: 

‘Leon. S. Kennedy’ 

Her latest target. It had been chance that they had crossed paths, a man had tried to mug her in the street and he swooped in to her aid. Something about him had made her whole world freeze in place, like the frozen film of a camera. A streak of vibrant colour in her bleak, bland world. From that moment on, Leon was the only thing in her mind, haunting her thoughts like a siren’s song. Any other target was nothing to her anymore, very little enjoyment pulled from their time together. None of them had that look in their eyes like Leon did. That sweet little glimmer, a twinkling star in his eyes. 

There was something about him being a policeman that made the whole ordeal that more enticing. A man in uniform, ready to serve and protect innocents from people like her, and yet, he was oblivious to the threat that stood in front of him. The fly gazing at the spider, falling deeper and deeper into her web.

[Name] disposed of the body, wiping everything down and scrubbing it clean to ensure there was nothing left behind. Nothing of that boring thing's presence as even an indication he even existed. Once done, she picked up her phone and dialled the number Leon had given her.

Her voice soft and sweet as honey as she spoke to him, wishing to speak to him in person to discuss something of importance before hanging up the phone. Grabbing her bag, she headed out. 

- 

Leon sat in his car, looking down at his phone, reading over the text messages. This was the spot [Name] told him to meet her at. The street was quiet, especially at this time of night. A knot of worry irritated his stomach, [Name] wouldn’t say what was wrong, just that they needed to meet in person and it was important. He was off duty so he made his way over as soon as he could. 

His window was rolled down, allowing the night’s cool breeze to brush through his hair, past his cheeks with a gentle touch as his eyes scanned around again for the [Hair colour] woman. He brought his phone back up, his fingers moving along the screen as he sent her a text message and sent it off. A ping behind him drew his attention, the sudden feeling of cloth shoved in his face brought a pang of concern and worry. The grip held the cloth firmly in place while the other hand latched onto his arm, keeping it down as the chemicals entered his system. 

Muffled cries and yells soon grew quieter, his attempts at fighting slowing as his muscles grew heavy, his vision swimming a little before encasing in darkness. 

When he awoke, his head ached. A pounding in rhythm of his heartbeat that made the back of his eyes hurt. He turned his head, trying to bring his hand up to his eyes but found it held firmly in place. The rough texture of rope chewing into his wrists, panic shot through him, forcing the drowsiness away as he took in his surroundings. Darkness filled every corner, making it difficult to make anything out. His clothing had been stripped away, leaving nothing but his underwear, as was his handgun he kept on him at all times. The coldness seeped into his skin, raising goosebumps along his skin. 

He couldn’t panic now. He had to think and try to figure out how to escape. The rope was secured tightly, restricting movement. Faint, light taps could be heard above his head, settled in a steady rhythm. Footsteps. Followed by a click of a lock before the door opened, the footsteps making their way downstairs. A light was turned on, casting a weak light around him. 

“...[Name]?” Confusion was thick on his voice, his eyes locked on the woman. What was going on? 

“Oh, I thought you’d still be asleep.” Her voice held that sweetness to it, the same sweetness that Leon has ever known from her since the moment he met her. She passed by him, setting a bag down somewhere behind him. Leon tried to follow her but he couldn’t turn his head far enough. 

“What’s going on, [Name]? Let me go!” He demanded, trying to keep his voice firm but those little cracks in it gave him away. He felt vulnerable. Weak. He couldn't escape these binds, he couldn't defend himself. Left at the mercy of the woman with the sweet smile.

"I can't do that, even if I wanted to, Leon." She moved around, settling back in his line of sight. A chair scrapped across the floor and she seated herself directly across from him. Their knees touching. There was something unsettling in those pretty eyes of hers, as if he was gazing into the eyes of a viper ready to strike. Dread coiled in his stomach.

"You see, for a policeman, I was kinda expecting you to put up a little more of a fight. Or at least have been more alert, especially when there's a serial killer on the loose." [Name] lightly scolded, as if talking to a child who was misbehaving and being reckless. "But I can't blame you. You're the new rookie. Things like this don't happen to the rookies, eh?"

Leon tried to keep his breathing steady, gripping his bindings a little as he tried to assess the situation and tore his eyes away from her, tried to think of an escape. Something metal flashed in the low light, and he felt the cold kiss of a steel blade under his chin, tilting his head up lightly. "Don't look away from me, Kennedy." Her voice, just like her eyes, held a venom to them that was sharper than this knife under his chin.

"[Name], please. You need help-" The tip of the knife pressed itself into his skin, just enough to draw a single droplet of blood, a stinging sensation followed.

"I've been told I've needed help my entire life." She slowly pulled the knife away from him, her eyes not once moving off of him, "This, all of this, helps me." Her other hand rested on his knee and she leaned close to him. He could feel her warm breath against his lips. She brought the blade to her open lips, gently smearing the droplet of blood on her lips like it was lip-gloss before grabbing a fist full of his hair, yanking his head closer and pressing her lips onto his.

A surprised sound spilled his lips, the taste of his blood on her soft lips, lips he had dreamed about kissing time and time before, but not like this. [Name] held him there for a few seconds, savouring his lips before pulling away with a smile.

"If you behave, like a good boy, then this won't be as unpleasant as I can make it." Beneath that soft, honey-laced tone, beneath those twinkling eyes, there was a threat there. A promise of danger if he doesn't listen to her. A mouse trapped in the claws of a cat.

-

Despite his best efforts to keep track of time, it was hard to do so in this cellar. [Name] had set this little routine of sorts. Whenever she would leave him, she would cover his eyes with a blindfold, and cover his ears with headphones that played different music, music that he loved, all of his favourite songs, at a comfortable audio. All the times they had hung out together, all those moments they shared, she had been learning about him, studying him, picking out information to use in her favour.

But this time, [Name] had something else in mind for him. Leon had attempted to try and escape while she had been "gone". He had gotten free of his restraints, he had made it up the stairs and out the front door, only to find the woman herself sitting on her porch right outside the front door. She had been waiting for him to try and escape. She knew he would try to escape. And the second her eyes met his, and he saw that disappointed look in them, he felt his blood run cold.

Now, Leon was back in the cellar, his body secured so he was laid bare before her on the cold, stone floor. His wrists and ankles tied to prevent any form of movement, any form of resistance was impossible.

"You know, I really didn't want to do this to you, Leon." [Name] spoke, her back facing him as she set something up on the desk across from him. In her hand, she held an old leather belt with a large, metal buckle at the end. Her hand motioned to the clock she had set up. An old pendulum clock. Confusion chewed at him at the sight of the clock.

"Every sixth tick from the pendulum, I am going to hit you with this belt. Every seventh tick, I am going to kiss you." She explained calmly to him, her fingers gently brushing strands of his hair from his face, she wanted to see his expression as she did this.

With that, she pressed the key on the back of the clock and allowed the pendulum to begin swinging.

"Wait, [Name], I-I didn't-" Before Leon could finish his sentence, a piercing snap of leather filled the room, followed by a burning, biting pain in his side from the belt buckle. A pained cry ripped from his throat as his body tensed, the pain throbbing in his side. But not a moment later, her lips were on his cheek in a gentle, almost loving kiss. The two opposite interactions conflicted with one another. Her loving kiss on his cheek was warm compared to the cold bite of the belt buckle. Each time it struck his flesh, her lips were on his skin without fail.

Six strikes. Six kisses passed before the pendulum's dreaded ticking finally fell silent. [Name] setting the belt down beside the clock and moving over to Leon's side, her hands gently on his skin as she stroked his cheek, smiling at him.

"See? If you behave, I won't have to do this. I don't want to hurt you, Leon. So please don't make me, baby." [Name] leaned down and kissed his lips, humming softly as he tried to pull away from her. He only looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixed concoction of fear and unease at her.

She loved that look, but she wanted to see something else in those pretty eyes of his.

"Don't worry, baby." She smiled at him, "You'll learn to come around. Then we can be happy together."

[de3dgirl]

i cannot breathe oml

[withonly-sweetheart]

di leon kennedy doing pushups ;) inspired by this (suggestive) art by @bunnivievve because i think artists have too much power. lowkey im typing this out so fast rn im tweaking i have exams tomorrow NOOOOOOOO-

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your husband joined the police force. great. awesome. what a wonderful sight, at least it is for all the people watching on the outside. the picture perfect couple; a loving wife and a valiant husband to match.

what they never saw were the late nights up, studying the same textbook about a trillion times over, pretty much memorizing the goddamn contents of it before stumbling into your bed.

his body might be warm but that warmth always abandons you in what seems like a second, the snap of his fingers, because it's become a recurring instance that he's left early to train.

always making good impressions, that man. and you're proud of him, you have to be and you're not ashamed to show it. you've seen his growth, his courage that he displays, the hurt he has to suffer through all to keep the city safe. his city, where you are. his heart.

which is why it comes as a surprised when your husband, a man you've been married to for seven years, comes up to you with a bashful expression, eyes darting left and right, grazing all the corners of the world.

"do you... uhm... think... i'm strong?" you blink, dazed.

"why? what's wrong?"

"well, some of my higher ups had some concerns about... strength. they wanted me to 'strengthen my core'." he chuckles. "whatever that means."

"and you came to me for that," you drone.

"i've seen you do all those exercises around the house!" he protests. "can't you just teach me a few?"

"first of all, those are to help with cramps, and second, no." it seems like he's given up, but you know him well enough to know that that will never be the case.

"aw, c'mon, please?" he murmurs, taking your hand into his, caressing the bottom of your knuckles, rubbing soothing circles into your fingers. "just once?"

so you find yourself relenting to the man who always knows what to say to get you to crack. maybe next time you should be more demanding, hm?

needless to say, it's all made up for when you stretch out into the first pose, a simple sitting position with your legs extended fully, fingertips reaching the tips of your toes.

leon nods, and he gets the sitting part right. but when he tries to copy your movements, he hisses and leans back, groaning with the effort.

"what's wrong, officer kennedy?" you tease. "scared you'll break a hip bone?"

"quiet," he grumbles. "i'm just a little sore from yesterday."

"of course, of course, a very busy day running errands, such as picking up doughnuts, might i add?"

he scowls at you and tries again, and again, but every time he can't seem to cope with the fact your flexibility, even at your maturing age, is better than his, even with all his rigorous training.

"looks like you couldn't do it," you say smugly, smirking directly at him, angling your body to face him. "told you so."

"i think it's my turn now," he says, creeping towards you. and this time he seems to have the prowess of a panther, easily slotting himself into place above you.

"your turn for what?" you ask, somewhat suggestively. he grins.

"how 'bout i show you what i've learned?"

fuck, you'll never doubt him again, will you? his sweet, submissive girl, arching beneath him, one hand pressed on the floor near your head, keeping him supported. the other is clasped behind his back, in an ethereal tilt that has his chest hair hitting all the right angles of the dying sun.

your knee is thrown over his shoulder, and the position should be awkward, you think, yet it feels as natural as anything. he pistons his hips further into you, and he's been mumbling something in your ear since he started.

now that you can hear him better through his rough, sloppy pants, you hear a steady rhythm. "twenty-five... twenty-six..."

he's counting, you realize after your mind-shattering orgasm, whimpering underneath him as he finishes, muscles flexing in a manner you'd never thought to admire until you realize why.

he's counting the pushups, god, that's all he's been doing this whole time. and you'd be damned if you didn't send a silent prayer of thanks back to the academy, where they trained him to do this.

but you're sure this isn't how they expected him to apply it in real life. hey, what can you say? seems like you're finally enjoying your husband's career and all the perks it comes with.

"my pretty wife, going around doing all those stretches, driving me fucking crazy bending over like that," he rambles, lowering himself to shower your face in messy kisses before tilting his head back to the side with a hiss, lifting himself back up.

back up and back down, a slower pace with his upper body while his lower half rails into you, and all you can do is lie there, helpless to what he gives you, craving more yet somehow satiated at the same time.

"yeah, mmm, fuck, just like that-" he breaks off his counting to whisper sweet nothings in your ear for the second time that evening, pushing his spend back in while you grasp for purchase on his biceps, feeling the hardened muscle lurch back towards you as you dig your nails deep into his skin.

"needed that, didn't you?" you whisper breathlessly after he collapses onto the hard wooden floor next to you. his eyes shine with effort and pride, and after a low exhale, he immediately scoops you up.

he carries you back to the bedroom, where he lies you down onto the comforters, making sure you're comfortable before trailing up and down your neck with soft, carefully measured kisses once again.

"w-what're you doing?" you murmur, twitching under the overstimulation. leon's eyes have shifted to a deeper color, a darker lilt to his eyes when he reaches your gaze.

"i can do better than that, sweetheart."

"better?" you ask jokingly, because what could make him better? anything better than that is a menace to society, you decide.

he sighs, shaking his head before cupping your body with his hand again, rubbing your skin in such a doting gesture that you don't expect his next words.

"i said a hundred, sweetheart. i didn't even make it to fifty."

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[localkiss]

(pic creds: bluwleon)

cw: public sex w/o protection :3 + lil fluff!

i want re2 leon to go on a walk with me. Need him to nerd out on me. Like yess babe, I want to hear all about the rpd!

Let me hear about all the people you've arrested! Oh no, someone tried flirting their way out of a ticket and you thought of me? 🫣 Should've knocked her ass out leon!

Need to see his eyes light up and his cute lil smile.

But also.... I need him to pin me down and to feed me through his mouth. Needd him to whisper dirty things in my ear. And to try and arouse me in public! (Whilst making himself harder than a rock, having to readjust himself every couple of minutes).

Imagine doing cute lil things with him while you're on a date, like lets say, at the beach; and then he just loves you too much he gets horny just from being so affectionate with you. It becomes harder for him to control himself. So he just decides to pull you into a secluded spot and pleads with you to help him out.

"Please baby, let me put it inside for a little bit. Promise I'll buy you an ice cream afterwards." His defined arms wrap around your waist as he whispers to you. Bulge pressing against your lower back.

"Fine. You better buy me a waffle cone ice cream," you sigh, trying to hold back a smile. "And let me get two scoops."

"Deal." He peppers your neck with kisses, while he pulls up the sundress you're wearing. Lazily pulling your panties to the side and pulling his cock out through the hole in his briefs. Gently rubbing the tip against your folds, spreading your juices to ensure it's not dry as he pushes it in.

You brace yourself on the rock that's shielding you both from the rest of the beach. Angling your hips to try and make it easier on you both. Slowly breathing in and out, you feel the tip stretching out your hole as it pushes into your wetness.

Leon stops halfway and groans, "Babe, you're so fucking tight," he noses his way up to your cheek and presses a sloppy kiss there. "Relax, princess. Relax for me, okay?"

"Mm.. 'kay," you whine softly. His hands gripping the fat of your hips, which are soon to be bruised, as he pushes it all the way in. Pelvis flushed against your backside.

Moving his hands to gently rubbing your stomach before dipping down between your thighs. Finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, making you flutter around his length.

"Atta girl," he moans, pulling out and gently thrusting it back in. Finding a slow rhythm for now as he tries to focus on you and making sure you feel good too.

"Leon," you groan, pushing yourself back on his length. "Faster."

His thrusts speed up at the last breath of your sentence. Sloppy and fast. Especially since you're trying to meet his pace, bouncing back on him.

Soft plap, plap, plap's can be heard above the waves of the ocean and the people talking. His mouth attaches itself on your neck, biting into the delicacy that is your skin.

Hands moving to grip onto your waist, molding into the shape of his fingers.

"Baby, it feels s'good." He pants, before letting one of his hands grab onto your jaw. His chapped lips landing on yours in a messy kiss. Moaning and groaning into your mouth as he swaps spit with you. "Just know your pussy missed me. Know she missed my creampies."

Leon's once baby blue eyes meet yours, now dark with lust and love for you.

:3 me wants to consume him okay!!!

[cakelitter]

Hearts and Badges Rookie! Leon x fem! reader

warning: NSFW, unprotected sex, mastubation, semi-public sex

summary: Rookie cop Leon gets the normal cop life he deserves.

words: 3.1k

Joining the R.P.D you knew you’re going to be up for many tasks, but didn’t expect babysitting to be one of them. Leon S.Kennedy, a new member in your team. Top of his class back at police academy, savior complex, and is following you around the police station like a lost puppy.

Well, he was told to do that anyways. Chief thought you’d be the best to show him around on his first day, as if everything in this department doesn’t get shoved into your lap to deal with. You’re nice, you promise you are. But god, it’s so hard to not lose your shit under the pressure your under. “Diamonds are made under pressure”, your balding at the ripe age of 23.

Showing him around and teaching him how things are done here, wouldn’t be too hard if he didn’t have room temperature IQ. You were explaining to him to how to file reports and submit them on the computer for 15 minutes. And when you’re done with your explanation, you turn around to see if he understood, all you get in return is an empty stare. Not a single thought behind those blue eyes. You’re positive at this point that he uses his maximum brain capacity for his lame ass jokes.

“Okay so, all of your guns and gears are placed in your assigned locker. Yours happens to be 209 right over there” you say the last part while pointing at the end of the row of lockers. His expression looks… is he constipated? Why does he look like he’s holding something back? Is he confused about something but is too shy to ask?

“Is there anything you wanna say?”

He stays quiet for a moment then speaks.

“What do you call a gun that likes to party? A shot gun.”

“…”

It took all of your willpower to not grab your gun from your holster and end it all. There is no way he said that. Your expression remains bland, trying to decipher what was his thought process when he decided to say that. His cheeks heat up with embarrassment as he apologizes under his breath. You nod pursing your lips and move on to the next room with him following behind.

Worst part of it all, is that he’s cute. Dirty blonde hair, puffy lips, sky-blue eyes, and a boy band haircut. All giving a boy next door look to him. He has the girls at the station gushing over him, as if they aren’t pushing 30, and he’s completely oblivious of it all. You had the misfortune of watching Summer the Slut Miller flirt with him, as if fucking the whole station wasn’t enough. Biting her teeth into his neck marking him as her next victim with each hint of hers flying right above his head. Either her tits short-circuited his brain or he’s just that clueless, telling you how nice she was after she left.

Although your task of training him is complete and he graduated from your daycare, he still follows you around. Attached to your hip is an understatement, it feels like he’s riding on your back at all times. “What are you doing?” “Where are you going?” “Can I come with you?” He talks to you so much; you’re starting to hear his voice and stupid remarks even when he’s not there. He’s basically haunting you but the motherfucker isn’t even dead. God forbid he dies, the only thing stopping him from following you home is his morals. As soon as he becomes a ghost, nothing is stopping him.

It’s not like he doesn’t have anyone else to talk to at the station. He made more friends in the 2 months he’s been here, more than the amount you’ve made in the past 2 years. Leon is pretty popular in the station now adays, he’s nice and hardworking, everyone likes him. You are nice too, but instead of being invited to Anderson’s grill party, you get peer pressured into taking on tasks that aren’t yours in the first place. While Leon got assigned the title of the happy go lucky rookie, you on the other hand got assigned the title of… nothing. You doubt anyone other than your teammates and chief know your name.

And as a result of that, here you are sitting at your desk writing another report while everyone’s out on lunch break. The sound of your keyboard keys clicking fills the silent office as you type away. Your eyes are genuinely starting to get fuzzy from staring at your screen all day today. Amidst your endless typing, you hear the sound of boots slowly approaching your desk.

“What do you want rookie.” You say without even looking up. Of course it’s Leon, who else would even bother walking anywhere near their desk during break. Not that your colleagues do much anyways.

“Mike got some donuts for everyone; I brought you one. I got you this cause I’ve seen you eat it before, figured it might be your favorite.”

You look up from your screen for the first time in what feels like ages, and your eyes land at the donut that is placed on your desk, with a tissue paper beneath it, then back at Leon who’s now standing in front of your desk. It was your favorite, and it actually came at the perfect time. You barely slept last night so you could use some sugar.

“Thanks Leon.” You reply with a weak smile and he reciprocates with a smile as well. One that isn’t quite as tired of yours. You take a bite out of the donut then start typing again.

“Spending another lunch break here again?” He asks staring at you then at the cute decorations you have around your desk. You spend more time at this desk than at home, so you might as well make it a bit more pleasant to look at.

You sigh defeatedly and nod, as he leans on the office desk in front of yours. He looks at you and purses his lips together, aware of the bullshit you go through every day.

“Peterson is having a party over at his house this weekend, you coming?”

“Wasn’t invited.”

“Oh.”

You never were, it’s not like you’d go anyway.  Parties are not your thing, especially with this much work load. As soon as you come home you shower before passing out on your bed at 10 o’clock sharp. He starts telling you about some random thing he saw at patrol last night, giving you a report that you hopefully don’t need to type for him as well. You honestly doubt you’ve ever seen him converse with anyone else at the station as much as he does with you. Maybe it’s because you were the first to introduce yourself to him here, or maybe he’s just clingy, or both.

A couple minutes later, you’re finally done with your report and just need to print it out. You press print and wait for the printer at the end of the room to start printing it. But it doesn’t, something’s wrong. You sigh and slump onto your chair.

“I’ll go check” Leon says as he walks over to the device. “It’s out of paper.”

Great, these assholes can’t even bother to refill the paper.

“Where are you going?”

“Supply closet, don’t follow me.”

You say, grabbing your keys and leaving the room. It’s not long before the sound of boots start following up behind you, not surprised. Reaching the supply closet you unlock it and start looking for paper in the dusty and dim place. Crouched down while you look at the bottom shelf, you sense a presence at the door frame behind you.

“What part of ‘don’t follow me’ is difficult for you to understand rookie?”

“…I’m bored.”

“Then at least come here and make yourself useful.”

You hear him approach then crouch down next to you. The sound of the plastic bag covered items rustling fills the tiny space as you both continue searching. Shouldn’t these closets be full with paper anyway? But instead, all you find is old reports and boxes of pens, tape, and paper clips. You mentally cross your fingers and hope you find them here; you’re not in the mood to walk up 2 flights of stairs to the other storage room.

“Amelia asked me out on a date.”

Leon says after a while. Your expression remains the same, that was random, but you’re used to him spitting out nonsense at this point.

“S.T.A.R.S office Amelia or West office Amelia?”

“West office Amelia.” He whispers back.

“What’d you say?”

“I said no.”

Your brows furrow in confusion and curiosity. You don’t know much about her, but heard that she’s sweet. You look over to your side at him. His expression is hard to see in the dim room, but he doesn’t turn around to face you and instead keeps searching.

“Why? She’s pretty.” You reply, as you retract your hands back from the shelf and stop searching.

“Yeah, she is… but I’m just-” He says before he stops himself.

Oh, now you’re interested. Papers and reports can wait, but Leon talking about his love life to you is something he has yet to overshare about.

“You’re…?” You ask, hand rolling forwards gesturing him to continue. He stays quiet for a minute; you doubt he’s even searching anymore but is simply trying to distract himself.

“I’m interested in someone else.”

Your eyebrows raise in shock. Did Summer finally blind him with her ass? No, he’s not the type to go for these types of women. You’ve seen him talk with Emma at the library a few times, and she giggles a little too hard at his jokes. Could it be her? Or maybe it’s someone you don’t know? Either way, you want to know who managed to win over the heart of prince charming over here.

“Who?” Alright, usually you don’t really care when someone tells you life updates or station gossip. But you’re a sucker for romantic drama. A huge part of it is because your love life is as nonexistent as Leon’s ability to take a hint, but that’s besides the point.

The rustling caused by Leon’s hands stop and he turns around and faces you. The light from outside from the hallway seeps into the dingy room highlighting a part of his face. The two of you stare at each other for a couple of seconds before he speaks.

“I don’t think she likes me; it doesn’t matter.”

“How can you be so sure? Tell me and I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

The two of you sound like elementary students whispering about their crushes and pinky promising to keep it a secret. Except you’re not, and you don’t know why he’s making such a big deal out of it. He contemplates for a bit, biting his lip.

…

“I like you.”

The three words slip out of his mouth and you can hear the sound of glass shattering. You? He likes you? There is no way, how can he possibly…

It feels like you got slapped in the face, and the pieces all fall in place. You kept talking about him missing hints and being so socially unaware when you were doing the same thing. You, out of all the women at the station who are fighting over him, he chooses the one that has been barely giving him attention at all. Men are interesting creatures. He notices your silence and starts speaking.

“Your just really cool and hardworking, I couldn’t- I’m sorry if you feel-”

You kiss him.

You don’t even realize what you’ve done till it’s too late. Why did you even do that? Sure, you do find him cute, and his jokes started growing on you, and you’re actually secretly happy that he keeps you company-

Yeah fine, you like him too.

His lips feel soft as they start to kiss yours back, his hot breath fanning out on your skin. He starts leaning in more into your touch, letting out a soft whine doing so. You pull away slowly, as your eyes meet with his once again. He’s shocked? Happy? You can’t quiet pinpoint what it is exactly.

“You al-”

“Shut up.” You interrupt again, pulling him in by his vest and he crashes his lips into yours. His eyes flutter close as the kiss transitions from passionate to fiery, his hand reaches out and intertwines with yours, thumb caressing it gently. While his other hand is situated on the ground next to your hip providing him with support to kiss you even deeper. His tongue nervously enters your mouth and you accept it. Your heart is doing backflips from how fast things are moving, or you’re having stroke.

He helps you get up while your kiss is still ongoing and guides you to stand near the corner of one of the shelves, his hand shuts the closet’s door. You moan softly into his mouth as he grabs your hip. One of your hands is places on his neck, thumb caressing it, while the other is placed on his chest. His dick is pressed up against your abdomen, you can already feel how rock solid it is and you have barely even touched him yet.

Both of your mouths separate and he lifts up your shirt with one of his hands and starts kissing your breasts and your abdomen, grabbing the hair on the back of his head as you bite your lip. His kisses are abrupt, and all over the place almost as if he can’t believe that this is actually happening. He’s clearly pent up, or just really excited to have you like this.

Getting up, and letting your shirt fall back to its place, he leans into your neck placing open mouthed kisses there. Hot shaky breath making you shiver. You feel his hand grab yours and guides you towards his clothed cock before whispering in your ear.

“Please touch me.”

You comply, palming him through his pants as he groans like he’s in pain. Leon S. Kennedy is asking- no begging you to touch him in a staff closet was not on your bucket list for this year.

“Yea- Fuck yeah just like this.”

He ruts his hips into your hand and his eyes lock with yours. He looks like he’s not even with you anymore. Completely blissed out from the feeling of your hand on his dick. The sight alone has slick pooling on the gusset of your panties as he starts kissing your neck again. Your head falls back as he kisses and sucks on the sensitive flesh so desperately.

Your hand abandons his boner and starts unbuckling his belt, the sound of his leather belt coming undone is then followed by his pants dropping to his boots, while your hand slips under his boxers pulling his dick out. So much precums it’s practically dripping. Your hand squeezes the base a bit and starts stroking him as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Skin hot, mouth open, brows furrowed while your hands continue their motion, up and down his length.

His hands fumble with the buttons of your pants and pull them down along with your underwear. His hand reaches for your cunt, fingers running through the slit collecting the fluid on his fingertips, before rubbing your clit. If anyone walks in, you’re both so done for, your hands on his dick and his fingers nearly inside of you.

He removes your hand off him and places it on his shoulder. Grabbing his cock himself, he teases your entrance, other hand grabbing one of your thighs pulling it towards him, giving him better access. His tip nudges your clit a few times before penetrating you. You both let out a whine, before he bottoms out completely. Chest to chest, face to face, your fingers snake up the back of his soft hair.

“Thought about this every day, wanted you for so long.” He confesses under his breath, and you pull him in for another kiss. His hips start moving, the tip of his cock hitting the right spot thanks to the position you’re in. The wet sounds in the closet are then joined with the sound of your colleagues chatting and laughing while walking into the hallway.

“Leo-”

He bullies himself into you once more making you change your mind about ever stopping.

“Please, I need you so bad.” He whimpers grabbing onto you so tight like you might run away, as he keeps drilling into you. The pleasure is starting to get more amplified at this new pace. You place your hand over your mouth muffling your moans and Leon bites your shoulder to muffle his.

The smell of sex fills the small space, hips smashing against yours like your colleagues aren’t a few feet away. Your hand caresses his face delicately as he places his forehead onto yours, tears beading on his waterline as the pleasure gets overwhelming. Your hand drops down to your clit stimulating it, making your peak approach faster.

“Leon, I’m gonna cum.”

He nods eagerly, eyes fixated on your hand and the point connecting the two of you. “Almost there too.”

He struggles to form the words as your heat squeezes him tightly, you can feel him throb inside of you. Seconds later you cum, as Leon’s eyes drink up your blissed out expression. Eyes lidded, head mindlessly moving side to side, body tensing up before going limb. Only for him to follow you a millisecond later, feeling his sticky hot release coating you walls. Babbling nonsense about how good you feel, how hot you are and so on. He continues fucking both of you through your orgasms as a white-ring forms around the base of his dick, that he couldn’t help but admire, taking a mental screenshot.

He stays in you for a moment as the two of you catch your breaths, looking up into your eyes and kissing the corner of your mouth. You smile at him, and he like always reciprocates. Eventually, he pulls out of you and quickly helps put your panties back on before your mixed fluids start dripping out. Soon enough, you both are fully dressed and you decide that its best to wait for everyone to leave before heading out.

“…There are no cameras in here, right?” He whispers looking around the space.

 “Of course there is, there are cameras everywhere.” His face, although you can’t see it well, you can sense it going pale. His mouth opening and closing without words coming you, almost like a fish.

“God, you’re gullible.” You say with a chuckle before opening the door and checking if the coast is clear before you step out. A smile forms on his face in relief, following closely after you. And you both head back to work… Only for you to go back 3 minutes later to grab those papers.

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[owliellder]

taking a moment to appreciate re2r leon with long hair cause i did that with re4r leon already

my soft spot is for re2r leon anyways, he's so baby girl and perfect and god i just want to hold him in my arms and tell him everything is gonna be okay

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Incorrect Quotes

(Y/n) - My tits are awfully heavy, mind holding them for me for a while? 😏

Leon - Oh my god yes, PLEASE! 🥺

[stuckinthesun]

You watch the cuffs click into place, the cool metal against your skin making you shiver a little, “You’re serious?”

“The possession of marijuana is illegal, Ma’am.” The officer said, gently leading you away from your car and toward his vehicle.

“It’s an old joint from when I was in high school!” You cried, turning to look at him. The man was very handsome, bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that looked soft.

Suddenly you got an idea.

“Wait wait, I can explain okay? If you can just let me explain officer…” You let the sentence hang, hoping he goes for the bait.

The man stops walking and sighs, “Kennedy, Officer Kennedy.”

If you could smirk without giving yourself away, you would.

“Officer Kennedy,” You repeat with a nod and give him a small smile, “I have an idea that I think will benefit both of us.”

“Oh really?” Kennedy asks, raising an eyebrow at you. He let’s go of your arm now, turning you to face him properly, “And what’s that?”

“Well,” You hummed and grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it up a little.

The officers eyes instantly track your movement, widening at the sight. Suddenly he’s standing in front of you, pushing you back a against the squad car a little, a looking around frantically like he’s scared someone will see.

“What are you doing?!” Kennedy hisses, pointedly not looking down and that only makes you smirk, “Someone could see!”

“Yeah, you.” You say, lifting your skirt higher.

He grabs the chain connecting your wrist and pushes it down, forcing your hands and skirt along with it, “Stop, I’m serious. I’m not going to do anything like that with you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

With a smirk you tilt one of your hands up, brushing your finger along the obvious bulge forming in his uniform pants. Kennedy let’s out a surprised gasp, closing his eyes and involuntarily bucking his hips against you.

Again, you ask, “You sure?”

[c0smoshit]

Afternoon cuddles ˚₊﹅

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Leon/Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Leon is jealous of your books

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, cuddly Leon, him crushing you into the bed, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Lil drabble for my fav rookie🤧

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 560

Dawn was starting to form in the horizon, it's warm hues of sunlight soon fading out and creating a colder ambience inside your shared room.

You were the coziest you could had ever been inside your soft blankets, your back resting on your pillows as a cute plushie accompanied you in this pleasant afternoon.

You were totally immersed in your lecture, the dim tangerine beams of your night lamp lighting up the words of the book placed on your lap.

You noticed the creaking sound of the door and the heavy footsteps of someone coming in, you turned the page.

"Hey"

Your eyes didn't require the necessity of peeking over from your book to know who had entered. You heard him say something to you but you were too invested reading to process his words.

Your mouth didn't even have the proper time to open up and complain about him taking away the book from your hands as the sudden "plof! " of a big body falling on top of both you and the mattress cut you off.

His arms caged you bellow him, his hair trickling the side of your cheek as his weight crushed you to the bed. His shoulder was just bellow your chin and your arms were trapped by his bare chest.

"Why are you reading so late?"

You could feel the clench his stomach made when he spoke, slightly irritated words followed by the huskiness of his voice.

"You don't want me to?"

His head shook, and you couldn't figure out if it was his hair that moved and trickled your neck or his out of nowhere cuteness that made you chuckle.

"Let me move Leon"

"No"

Then he continued to draw you closer to him, you squirmed but it was always useless, he was a complete rock on top of you. Your cheeks started to redden, the warmth of your personal heater enveloping you.

"I hate those stupid books"

A few more grunts left your mouth before you gave up, your head falling on top of the mattress tiredly.

"Okay fine, you win"

You sighed out exaggeratedly and you noticed a smirk burning into his face.

He had just returned from work, tiredly discarding everything but some shorts. He wasn't usually this clingy with you, he must've had a bad day or something, you thought.

"Bad day at work?"

His body finally moved a bit, freeing your hands that almost immediatly wrapped behind his neck, massaging softly the spots that made him groan out. He leant into your sweet touch, he loved your massages, the only incentive he had when he went to work was your afterwards touch.

"It's okay babe, relax for me"

He sighed out, automatically doing what he was told and as a result, you sinked deeper into the mattress.

You, not so secretly, loved when he came home like this. He acted like a lost puppy, demanding the love he hadn't got at work.

You stayed silent, drawing soothing circles on his shoulders, movements growing longer and firmer. His cheek rested on your shoulder while his arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pressing you further into his body.

"I missed you"

You smiled, of course he had missed you even though he was only gone for a few hours.

[vesperane]

dirty little secret

cw: age gap. leon is 21 and reader is in her late 30s. sooo. yeah. potential cheating? probably. awkward flirting. no beta reading. idek what to add ;(

a lil note: controversial topic but listening to artemas’ song i couldn’t help but think of re2 leon and the reader in her late thirties who is an aspiring milf... so yes... here it is the first chapter of the series and idek how many chapters it will take me to finish this bc lately im just feeling intense disorientation?? anywayz i just want some angst and some yearning and it’s all about rookie leon with his questionable mommy kink & his sad big blue eyes.

chapter 1

“Leon, ventilate your stinking room!" 

The morning routine begins with a refreshing shower and Leon’s combing his hair when the voice of Giselle, the biweekly working housekeeper, jars him out of his thoughts. He huffs and puffs since the song he was humming got halved halfway through. 

“Jesus, man. It’s not like I’m running away,” he rants to himself. He dumps his comb on his bedside drawer, barely finding a gap between the volumes of books. Careless and haphazard.

The morning breeze caresses his face when he reaches for his window and cranes it open; the zephyr brings a sweet repose after his long slumber. 

The fresh aroma of autumn rain wafts through the city. It rained non-stop last night while he slept soundly all night. The best time of the year—Leon’s absolute favorite season—had come barging through the door. Lovely morning. Gives him a certain contentment. 

Leon’s eyes, lit by the pale blue and cerulean purity as he surveys the block, fix on the move-in truck. It had been rumored for a few days that there would be other residents moving into the neighborhood. His curiosity about this new family was naturally piqued, considering he hadn’t personally heard much about the new family moving in next door. But all he could see were men working, packing things into the lift, and a few weary groups of old and some young faces. 

Maybe he should go down and help them. Sounds like a good idea. 

He didn’t have much to do on the weekend anyway. Except that the rumbling, fluttery growl of his stomach thwarts his plan of introducing himself. Breakfast time. Shouldn’t be too much trouble to grab a bite to eat right now, and head downstairs, he thinks to himself as he flaps the window shut. 

In the kitchen, he helps Giselle with breakfast, pours himself a fresh cup of coffee, and there’s an empty seat at the table. Somebody is out of the usual, all-too-cloying family picture. His dad is the missing part. 

It doesn’t take long. Leon knows his dad has already gone out, probably to the station. 

“Wasn’t dad on patrol yesterday?" 

“Yeah, kid, but he didn’t show up yesterday. Tried ringing him, sure, but Mr. Kennedy didn’t pick up the phone.” Giselle ruffles Leon’s hair as she always does before she settles the breakfast plate in front of him. 

With a gruff retort, Leon smooths back the hair that has fallen in front of his eyes. God, he hates when they fuck up his perfectly washed hair.

Now don’t get him wrong, Leon sees Giselle as the granny he never had—she’s a part of the Kennedies and a sweet aunty who knows some good cookie recipes, but this kind of cuddly gesture is starting to grate on him now that he’s all grown up. It’s been like this for the last couple of years, since he hit puberty, so to speak. 

“Why are you talking to me like I'm a 12-year-old kid?” It’s hard to comprehend, really. Leon isn’t a 12-year-old kid anymore—he’s a goddamned adult, and he thinks he should be treated like one. 

“Because your hair is always soft, my sweet boy.”

“Whatever.” He waves it off abruptly, but his cheeks do flush. 

“The folk moving in the next door got a boy just like you. Oh, how adorable. Unlike you, he thanked me when I brought some cookies and didn’t pout at me like you always do." Giselle grouses to herself as she walks over to the sink, to the dishes. Typical and ungrateful grandma. 

“Giselle, have you ever heard of the term first impression? The guy probably did that so he’d paint himself as a good neighbor. Jeez!” Leon bites into his morsel of food with a know-it-all lecture. So dramatic, as per usual.

“That still makes him a better boy than you, Leon. Have I ever told you before that you’re growing more like your father as you get older?" 

“Oh, come on. Don’t play the granny card with me now,” Leon says facetiously, but inwardly he knows Giselle’s making a valid point. It’s as if it’s Leon’s instinctive nature to emulate his father, even if he doesn’t want to, not necessarily anyway. But the motivation to be a cop just like his dad is pressing, driving. Knowing that the world he lives in is laden with acidic and poisonous clouds in lieu of rosy skies, Leon never lost his dreamy streak; he was welcomed into a warm home by this very cop when he was a little boy, before he even knew his own name. 

Little by little, Leon treads a path he has decided to take so that every person in trouble, not least kids without a mother or a father, can emerge with that feeling of penchant. Sure, it makes him uneasy; sometimes it’s hard to walk, but it’s always better than nothing. For many more Leon’s to save, to protect. Call it Pollyannaism, call it overly optimizing, even a White Savior complex—Leon wouldn’t mind. He has a solid goal, and that’s it. 

The pandemonium he encounters when he comes downstairs after breakfast is more chaotic than he expected.

“Jesus, a hell of a mess,” he maffles, sotto voce. 

Leon paves the way towards a burly man carrying a vast television set, its screen packed securely in bubble wrap. His eyes, searching for the owners of the apartment, fell on you for the first time—a woman he had never seen before—when he was watching this blight from his window this morning. 

With your back straight to him and a notepad in your hand, you’re recounting something to another staff member. Pencil skirt, button-up shirt ensemble. Ohh, professionalism is talking now.

You must be the daughter of the proprietor of the house or something, in Leon’s opinion. Maybe he should introduce himself before jumping into the conversation. 

Without further ado, he approaches you from behind and calmly pays a detached ear to your conversation with the second worker, who listens to your every word with a perpetual tartness on his face, as if he’s constantly sucking on an acerbically godawful lemon. 

“As I said, the leather on the canapés is authentic, very very prone to ripping. All I ask for is your undivided attention, sir.” 

“Of course, ma’am,” the worker sheepishly gives partiality to the subject, and, relieved that at least your belongings are safe, you look over at the... boy who stands next to you. His powder blue, beaming eyes are the first thing you notice. 

“Hey,” he begins, confidently, to say the least. A sweet attempt. Who could this be? 

“Do I know you?” 

“Oh, yeah— I meannn...” He opens his mouth, and with your proverbial raised eyebrow and probing gaze, Leon simply freezes. He should have known from the start that he was about to engage in a conversation with a hard-ass girl. 

He clears his throat. Awkward tension is killing the both of you, but you do a better job of hiding your emoticons than he does.

“As a matter of fact, yeah. Say hello to the boy next door. I’m Leon Kennedy.” Undeterred, precocious Leon still does what he has in mind: cracking a more sophomoric joke with a raised hand for a handshake. 

“Oh!” You draw on. No need to get rude now. 

His eyes twinkle and agleam. And you give your name to the boy you consider to be the next-door neighbor’s son, shaking his hand cordially. Piece of cake, baby; he knows your name now. 

“It’s been an exhausting day, Leon. Please forgive me if I started with a rude attitude.” You release his hand and then smack your forehead with the hand holding the notebook. Leon thinks it’s very amiable—the moue on your face and the way you switch off the bitching mode almost immediately. 

“No problem, no problem.” Leon raises his hands, palms open and facing outwards. 

“Man, where are your parents? Are they running off with all the work on you?” 

Your parents? Parents?

Aww, that boy’s got it all so wrong. Normally, if you weren’t so knackered, you would have burst out laughing. Anyway, keep it as a memory that you will remember later and laugh your head off. 

“My parents are on vacation in California, Leon." 

“What?” His jaw slacks open. “That’s cruel, damn.” He shakes his head in negativity, as though he has heard the world’s most insipid news. 

“Sure, of course, dear. Only, I must tell you, as the woman of the house, I can take care of a small house relocation.” You cross your arms beneath your chest, tucking them close. 

A pause.

Okay, did you really call him dear and, oh, so randomly? And why are you talking like you’re a character out of those grievous novels?

He’s tense. You’re making Leon reconsider everything he’s done and endured as the numskull he believes himself to be.

The what? The lady of the house? What’s a what? 

You’re married?

...

You’re married.

And most importantly, was Leon mindlessly flirting with a married woman? A chick, actually, just look at you! That, however, isn’t the point. 

His pupils are pinpoint; his blues are narrow and indigo spheres. The poor boy is in a state of sheer perplexity. 

“Holy shit!” His reaction doesn’t last long to be blurted out of his plump lips; it’s visceral, and the picture is unbelievably ridiculous to follow. 

“You’ve got to be kidding. You barely look in your twenties. Ahem! Well, you look great, ma’am.” He mumbles again and again; he’s rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

Where is his initial and boyish verve now? 

Alas, you let him compose himself. Let the poor boy take a breath, right? 

“I feel like I should be thanking you,” you interrupt, so that the boy who’s fiddling uneasily with the fabric of his jacket sleeve will feel a little better. You don’t want to look like a scary and heartless witch in his eyes, anyway. 

“Heh,” he snorts, but futilely. It’s not a pleasant feeling—the guilt wracking fumes swelling deep inside his belly and clenching his muscles in a huge balloon that will eventually implode and burst. 

“Anyway,” he says resolutely; there’s no need to drag it out any further. Let this little talk be a funny, unforgettable, and endearing first impression for both of you. 

“There seems to be a lot of stuff here. Thought I’d drop by to help you out with those,” Leon smiles, all warm and sincere. Playing the role of a wonderful and helpful neighbor, a hero, is his favorite sport. 

“I never turn down a kind helping hand.” 

And you’re up for it. 

With your hands on your hips, you take a cursory glance around and tip your head at the rows of plants in large pots on the floor. 

“I’d be truly grateful if you could help me take these up to the living room. I’ll need them watered, those poor, poor lovelies.” Your eyes fall on his blues again, and it feels gratifying to capture that sheen of sparkle in them. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He... salutes you.

Alright... Boy with a goody-goody attitude. 

You don’t have to tell him twice. Carefully and effortlessly, Leon lifts two heavy pots (show off!), almost child-sized, and you follow him into the elevator with the tiny cactus succulents in your hands. 

part 2?

[ellieslaces]

CAN’T CATCH ME NOW. one

presenting: Umbrella’s Hunger Games

featuring: leon kennedy x fem!reader

synopsis: the Hunger Games, an annual show of brutal control the Capitol has over each of the twelve Districts. the Games’ number one sponsor: Umbrella Corporation, the creator of the Games’ most horrific torture strategies and nightmare inducing deaths. these games have always been cautionary, always a far away but constant threat — until you find yourself Reaped and thrown into an area full of your worst fears with 23 other Tributes, all out for blood.

content warnings: harsh language; violence; gore; class discrimination; usual hunger games/resident evil warnings

notes: please note this series will contain heavy themes of violence, gore, class discrimination, and torture. if these subjects trigger you, skip this series or proceed with caution; all the chapters will be super long, just be prepared

word count: 4.26k

now playing: enemy ; imagine dragons with JID

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the districts ; prologue

Spring had a poetic, two sided story. One of beauty and rebirth, flowers blooming in meadows, rain showers that brought rainbows to the end of a long day. But one also of death and destruction. Spring may as well be a double edged sword, one edge cutting away the dead to make room for the new. The other side a dangerous weapon to cut down upon that year’s newest crop of children unlucky enough to be Reaped.

Spring was a cautionary season, tales and preparations were made during the final months of long winter. Mothers being sure to hold their child close, fathers staying home from whatever jobs they were mandated a little longer in the mornings to get a glimpse at their children’s face before they went away for the day.

Though nothing could ever really prepare anyone for the possibility of their child’s name being called in the Reaping. No soothing words of how much they were loved and how strong they were would ever calm a child scared in their bones of dying — of killing. This was the reality of the Reaping Ceremony. A reality you’d been prepared for, thoroughly.

Since you were able to understand what the Hunger Games were, you’d been trained to survive them. Chris Redfield instructed you to hone your skills in combat, in knife throwing, in handheld weapons, in archery. You were skilled in just about every form of combat, of nearly any possibly thrown your way.

His sister, Claire, trained you to be smart. Not to fall for the similarity of berries, of mixing up plants, of mistaking the signs of infection, to fall into another Tribute’s trap. You were as prepared to survive any surrounding territory as you were to fight someone to the death.

Despite not really being allowed to train you as you weren’t a Tribute, the siblings did it anyway. They had no family save for each other. No parents, no other siblings. Just each other — and you.

Your crumbled, soaked form had been found by the pair when you were a mere eight. A ruthless school bully had taken your pack, jacket, and shoes. Leaving you in the rain on your way home from school.

They’d taken you home, cleaned you up and sent you on your way. It wasn’t until a few days later they realized you had no home. Not really, you were an orphan too, living in the local orphanage. So, they took you in. Despite not really being allowed to, they did. They loved you as their own family. And one of the ways they showed their love, was by teaching you how to survive.

Today was your final Reaping ceremony. Eight years of terror, eight years of worry for your life every time Spring rolled around. This was the final time you had to worry — if you were lucky. If you were lucky, you’d make it out alive, without being subjected to the horrors of the Games that the Umbrella Corporation were so proud of.

You’d heard the tales of what people witnessed — of what Claire and Chris had witnessed. Though they didn’t outright speak of their times in the arena, you’d watched clips of their Games. You’d heard rumors from the people who had seen their Games on broadcast.

The Mutts Chris had to take down by hand and sword to survive and become Victor. The horrors that chased Claire through the woods to push her and the final three Tributes into a cutthroat fight.

These were things you hadn’t experienced yourself, things you hoped you’d never have to experience. Things Chris and Claire prepared you for nonetheless. But even they knew — no amount of preparation could save you from the lingering fear of what you could see. The nightmares you’d have for the remainder of your life. The fact that every year, you’d be dragged out and forced to relive the past for the Capitol’s entertainment. And today was the final day they could ever even try to prepare you.

Your morning was spent as it usually was — an early breakfast and training. Chris had worked with you on your hand to hand combat, while Claire worked with you on your survival skills. Once training had come to a close, you were taken home to be prepared for your final Reaping.

There was no need for Tessarae, you didn’t need to put your name in more than the eight times it would be in the bowl. Chris and Claire provided for you, they never let you starve, never let you go without the things you needed. And it seemed comfort was one of those things.

“Don’t worry, your chances are low.” Claire soothed you as she and Chris walked you toward the square in District One. “And even if you are Reaped, you’re prepared.”

“I know,” you mumbled, nodding. This was the eighth time you’d heard this pre-Reaping speech from Claire. She said this every year.

“You’re strong, you’ll be fine.” And Chris said that every year too.

You appreciated their support, really. It was just hard to think about anything other than the possibility your life could come to a quick and brutal end in a matter of weeks if things took a turn for the worse today.

“I know.” You mumbled, again. And you did know. You were prepared, you were strong. You were all the things the Redfield siblings proclaimed you to be. Despite being the mere age of nineteen, you were a ruthless person, you had a human understanding of mercy, yes. But you also knew how to survive, no matter the circumstances. And anyone would be stupid to forget that.

Although you weren’t the only person who was given the opportunity to prepare for the Games longer before they were even Reaped. It was common in Districts One and Two for the children to be familiar with combat, with survival skills. Most Tributes ended up volunteering for the ability to compete in the Games. Many a sour face had come from the stage over the years a someone stole the Reaped’s chance to fight.

You’d decided long ago that if someone wanted to take your place and volunteer, you’d be happy to let them have your spot. Anything, anything to stay away from the Capitol. Or as far as you could, being from District One. But, being a part of the Redfield family — even if it was unofficial — you weren’t too far out of the Capitol’s reach. It would be the Games or your connection to the Redfield’s that would catch their attention eventually.

“We’ll see you after?” Claire’s voice brought you back to the present, her ever soothing tone causing you to look up at her. She smiled at you, patting your arms with gentle affection. “You’ll be fine.”

You nodded as Chris gave your bicep a small punch before brushing his knuckles along your cheek with playful affection. “We’ll break out that apple crumble tonight, yeah?”

His suggestion made you smile — even though you had luxuries being the family of District One Victors, they still tried to teach you some humility. They taught you to be human, to have compassion and sense and a heart.

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling a little as the pair left you in the lines to sign in for the Reaping. You watched them walk to the stage, greeting the representative from the Capitol who was sent to preform the Reaping — a short man with half shaved hair that was dyed a shocking orange.

The line moved quickly, it always did. The woman at the table pricked your finger, taking blood and registering your name to be entered eight times. Probably one of the least amount of times in the group of children here. You were ushered by the crowd to the section of fellow nineteen year olds, craning your neck for so much as a glimpse of Chris or Claire to soothe your nerves.

You were much different than many of the other around you. Some thrummed with energy, for the chance to swoop in and volunteer if they weren’t lucky enough to be Reaped. You didn’t want to be like them. You didn’t want to be a killer. You didn’t want to be another one of the Capitol’s playthings.

The video of Panem history began to play on the screens flanking the stage, the anthem ringing through the speakers. The sound of President Spencer’s voice echoed through the square with his grand speech of the relationship between the Capitol and the Districts. Peace, he called it. Compliance, he called it. No, it was control. But really, what was the difference at this point?

Once the film came to a close, the Capitol representative stepped forward toward the mic, his smile startlingly white and far too wide to be genuine. He tapped the microphone few times before clearing his throat and speaking.

“Good afternoon, District One, and happy 98th Hunger Games!” His voice matched his face — eccentric, high pitched, grating on the ears.

“Before you all claw up the stage to get your chance, I’ll start with the gentlemen’s names.” The man — whom you remembered was named Allium Copperhead — giggled at his own stupid joke before removing the mic from its stand as he shuffled over toward the bowl containing the boys’ names.

All you could think was how dumb Allium Copperhead looked trotting over toward the bowl. This was another example of the difference between the lesser Districts versus the Careers. Girls always went first, except in the richer Districts. Possibly an advantage, but not really. Boys were the most likely to try to volunteer, most likely to start a fight in the square to get their chance of glory and fame.

This particular part didn’t concern you — your name wasn’t in the boys’ bowl. And it wasn’t as if you had anyone to worry over. Allium reached his hand into the large glass bowl, his citrus orange nails grazing over the slips of paper before plucking one out and shuffling over to the mic stand once more.

“Our District One male Tribute is,” he purposely drew out the suspense, the square collectively holding its breath. This was his thing, suspense. Attention grabber — that’s what Claire called him. “Piers Nivans.”

A collective groan fell from each older boy’s lips as Allium announced who was the male Tribute. Piers Nivans was a bit of a prodigy amongst the District One boys. He was strong and level headed and ruthless as he was kind. Chris had trained him alongside you.

Piers didn’t seem all too happy though as he walked toward the stage. Chris’ eyes followed the boy, face set in an unreadable expression. But you could tell — he wasn’t ecstatic about this. No one dared to volunteer. Not because Piers wanted to be in the games. But because they knew Piers stood a better chance the any of them.

Once Piers had reached the stage and Allium shook his hand a little too excitedly, he took his stand on the right side of the stage, his eyes scanning the crowd. As if he were waiting for someone — anyone — to volunteer. To save him from this fresh new hell. No luck.

“Now, for the ladies.” Allium announced in the microphone with a giggled smile, practically skipping over to the girls’ bowl. If you hadn’t been so worried about your fate, you would have rolled your eyes at how childish this grown-ass man was.

But you couldn’t focus on anything other than the thousands of slips of paper in the bowl as he reached in and snatched one up. The square was dead quiet. You heard a girl to your right let out a sigh of anticipation.

The air was thick, the energy unbearable. Your heart raced in your ears, blood thrumming through your veins as Allium stood in front of the mic once more, unfolding the paper.

You almost didn’t hear him call out your name. Almost thought you were hallucinating. It wasn’t until he called out your name once more, all the people in the square turning to your direction that you realized you hadn’t dreamt it. You wanted to cry, throw up, beat up Allium Copperhead and claw the ridiculous make up from his face.

But you did none of those things as you braced yourself, walking up toward the stage. An entire desert ecosystem was born in your mouth as you walked up the steps to the stage. Claire and Chris’ sad gazes caught your eye. God, why’d they have to look at you like that?

You waited, prayed as Allium shook your hand — the feeling of his clammy hands against your own made you even more nauseated than before — for someone to volunteer. No one did. Not even that girl you’d seen before who seemed so eager for her name to be drawn.

No one would volunteer. Because while Piers was the boy prodigy of the District, you were his counterpart. You were the strongest girl in the District, the most capable of winning. Maybe even over Piers. No one dared to take the chance of winning the Games away from the Redfield’s top student.

You stood on the left side of the stage, looking out upon the crowd of children — some relieved not to be Reaped, others irked. How you wished you were able to go home, to not be sent away to the Capitol to kill and possibly die. Maybe, you wouldn’t even try. But you had to, you couldn’t leave Chris and Claire.

“Our District One Tributes, ladies and gentlemen!” Allium announced with a sickeningly cheerful smile. He waved a dramatic hand toward where you and Piers stood at opposite ends of the stage. “Oh, go on now! Shake hands.”

You turned toward Piers, ignoring the way Allium bounced on his heels — you wanted to rip his fucking vocal cords out so you’d never have to hear his agitating voice again. Piers held out his hand, and you took it. Being a good sport you offered a small, sympathetic yet understanding smile.

The irony, two of the strongest and most capable possible Tributes in the District didn’t want to be here. Didn’t want to kill and hurt and fight to survive. Despite being molded to do just that. Despite being the only ones with a fighting chance.

You let go of Piers’ hand, turning back toward the crowd as Allium Copperhead made his final goodbyes. Thank God, he would finally leave you the fuck alone. Maybe dying in the arena wouldn’t be so bad if it meant never having to see this crack job ever again. The orange-headed man placed the mic back on its stand before gently guiding you and Piers toward the back of the stage.

Peacekeepers took you from there, offering you a chance to say goodbye to anyone you wished to see one last time. But you had no one, other than Chris and Claire who were coming with you. So, you denied the opportunity, saying you just wanted to go to the train.

Piers took his chance, bidding a sad goodbye to his family. They were proud of him to taking it in such stride, you could see that. And you could also see how they knew that this wasn’t something to be cheering for. These Games were ruthless and they knew that their son would either return a murderer or not return at all.

Peacekeepers guided you and Piers toward the train, standing at the doors as you both walked in one after the other. The train shook as it started up, before lurching forward smoothly. You wandered into one of the cars and took in your surroundings.

Yes, you’d been raised with a certain modem of luxury. But it was District level luxury. This was true richness. Velvet chairs, patterned textured wallpapers, smooth carpet, rich wood furniture. God, it was like they were flaunting it in your face. Which they were.

“Oh my God,” you heard Claire’s voice echo through the train car and before you could even look over your shoulder, she was rushing toward you and enveloping you into a hug. “I’m so sorry,” her voice was muffled by her face pressed into your hair.

“Jesus kid, you got the Redfield bad luck, huh?” Chris grumbled as he walked in, shaking his head.

Piers’ eyes ticked between you and the Redfield sister that held you, and Chris with recognition. It seemed he hadn’t recognized you until just now.

“Chris,” Claire frowned, scolding her brother as she loosened her grip on you to hold you at arms length. Her attention turned back on you, hands smoothing down the fabric of your blouse. “You’ll be fine, we’re going to do our best to prepare you. Both of you.”

“I know you will,” you nodded, offering your best attempt at a smile. Like you even felt like smiling right now. You looked over to Piers. “At least we’ve got the best of the best.”

“Maybe we’ll have an actual chance.” Piers mumbled as Chris walked over to him, clapping the boy on the shoulder roughly.

“We’ll make sure you have a chance. Both of you.” Chris nodded as he crossed his large arms over his chest. He gave an eye roll as a cheery voice was heard distantly from behind one of the close train doors. He let out a grumble. “Brace yourselves, here comes traffic cone.”

“Chris,” Claire scolded as she narrowed her eyes toward her brother. But before he could even think of defending himself, the automatic train door opened and Allium Copperhead skipped into the train car.

“My tributes!” The man cried with a grin, clapping his hands beneath his chin — which you just noticed had a patch of bright orange hair to match the half curtain of hair on his head — and paced over to you and Piers. “I am so proud of you two!”

You wanted to move away, but the man was deceptively quick as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and his other around Piers’ shoulders. He hugged you close, and you could see Piers physically cringe out of the corner of your eye. “I am going to be sure that your time in the Capitol is as enjoyable as it is productive!”

“All right, Allium, they’re overwhelmed right now,” Claire said with a gentle tone that held a bit of authority behind it as she raised her brows.

“Right, right! Of course,” Allium agreed cheerfully as he let go of the both of you. Which lead to you and Piers to let out a simultaneous exhale of relief. You watched the man’s eyes land on a television and he walked towards it. “We should watch the Reaping broadcast! It should be all uploaded by now.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Claire and Chris, silently begging for them to put a stop to it. The last thing you wanted was to watch your own Reaping ceremony. Chris gave an apologetic grimace as Allium flicked on the television with a small remote. It seemed to be preset to the Capitol broadcast channels.

“Come here, come here. Get comfortable. I’ll have some food sent in, you two must be famished.” Allium waved you and Piers over with a cheek splittingly wide grin.

Of course, you much be absolutely famished because you lived in one of the Districts. He had no tactfulness. But with Claire’s nod of approval, you slowly paced over toward the small semi-circle of armchairs and a sofa that proved betrayingly comfortable. You took a seat on the sofa, Piers beside you. And much to your disgust and discomfort, Allium took his seat on your other side.

Chris and Claire sat on the armchairs on either side of the sofa. “I know you don’t really want to watch this, but it’ll be a good way to get an idea of who you’ll be up against in the arena.”

Chris was already in mentor mode. He was leaning forward, his elbows propped on his knees as the Capitol anthem played and the Umbrella Corporation logo flashed across the screen. The Reaping ceremony of District One played first, your own Reaping.

God, did you really look like that? Like a deer in headlights on that stage? Piers on the other hand looked great. Strong and intimidating. But you looked weak, like you were about to throw up and pass out. Which you’d almost done both.

As your Reaping came to a close, Allium gave a swift — and what was supposed to be an affectionate — pat on your knee. He grinned at you, nodding as you gave a weary smile back and looked back at the huge television.

District Two’s Reaping played next, a girl with long blonde hair and bangs that covered one eye stood on the stage as she was Reaped — Rachel Foley, that was her name. She was eighteen and had a menacing look on her face. The boy that was called up was Brad Vickers, a nineteen year old with a stocky build who looked a bit too relaxed on the stage.

Chris had previously informed you of the Victor for District Two, Jill Valentine. He had warned you not to underestimate her as most people did. And despite having won her games years ago and fought to prove herself in the Capitol, people believed she was weak for the way she’d won her games. However, with the glimpse you saw of her on the screen during her District’s Reaping, you decided maybe it was best to heed Chris’s warning.

District Three’s Reaping was as equally uneventful as the previous two. Though you suspected the girl tribute — Cindy Lennox — to be an immediate target for violence. She seemed too soft, too sweet to be on that stage. The male Tribute, however, looked up to the task. Steve Burnside was tall and seemed confident enough to be able to get through the arena alive.

Their mentor and Three’s most recent Victor was Ada Wong, someone that you didn’t want to mess with, as Claire warned you. She was ruthless and clever and cutthroat as she was deceiving and alluring. There were rumors around the Capitol she had ways of getting information, secrets. It wasn’t ever clear if those methods were ones of violence or sexual advances. Though no one ever questioned much. She was too beautiful to want to question.

All you could think as you watched the District Four Reaping was how fucking unlucky these Tributes were. Ashely Graham was what was called a ‘sympathy win’ in the Capitol. Meaning someone had the means to send her enough sponsor gifts that she managed to outlive the other Tributes in her games. Though her two — Jessica Sherawat and Kevin Ryman — seemed strong enough to handle themselves, so maybe they had a chance. No matter how small. Because if Chris and Claire taught you one thing, it was never to underestimate anyone.

District Five was where things got a bit dramatic. There was a volunteer for the girl tribute, Caroline Floyd taking the place of a girl who seemed to be blind. Which, in your mind, was a brave and selfless thing to do. Until you remembered there was so such thing as selflessness in the games. Her male counterpart was Billy Coen, whom Claire later told you was suspected to be close to his now mentor, Rebecca Chambers.

District Six was boring, as usual. Tyrell Patrick — a tall man with kind eyes — towered over the female Tribute, Christine Yamata who seemed entirely unemotional. Their Mentor was praised to be somewhat of a genius, despite Chris promising he wasn’t. Carlos Olivera was as cocky and unthinking as the next Yribute who wanted to stay alive.

Things were quiet in Seven, Josh Stone and Sienna Fowler being the Tributes. Chris praised their Mentor though. Sheva Alomar, he said, was trustworthy and dependable. He liked her, you could tell. Other than Jill, she seemed to be the only one he favored.

District Eight produced the Tributes nineteen year old Karen LesProux — who was rumored to have married extremely young at seventeen and then killed her husband after he’d hit one of their children, but those rumors were quickly shut down — and sixteen year old Richard Aiken who looked to be young, but strong enough to hopefully carry his own.

Their Mentors — Sherry Birkin and Jake Muller — were rumored to be cutthroat and did whatever it took to make their Tributes survive. Despite knowing that Claire had an obvious soft spot for Sherry when she’d made a connection with her a few years ago, Chris warned you it was wise not to trust the Tributes from Eight. And something about the way they looked made you believe him.

District Nine’s Reaping was quiet and uneventful as Moira Burton — a fifteen year old girl who was scrawny as she was fearful — and nineteen year old David King — who refused to speak at all — were chosen. Their Mentors, however, were the topic of conversation. Ethan and Mia Winters. Many rumors circulated around the Capitol concerning the now-married couple. Apparently, Ethan Winters had pulled many strings to get Mia — previously Mia Jensen — out of her games alive. Most of the other Mentors had been bitter and they weren’t the most popular amongst the current pool of Victors. Except for Chris, who had a soft spot for the pair.

The Tributes for District Ten were named Bruce McGivern — a charismatic looking seventeen year old boy — and Fong Ling, who looked extremely intimidating for a fifteen year old girl. Their Mentor was somewhat of a flirt around the Capitol, Luis Serra. He was rumored to be similar to Ada Wong in terms of how he survived his life in the spotlight as a Victor. Sexual favors and the payment of secrets. He wasn’t bad to look at, you had to give him that.

The Reaping broadcast was close to an end as District Eleven brought forth an increasingly devastating Tribute. Twelve year old Natalia Korda was picked from the bowl and stood on the stage, trying her hardest not to cry. She seemed to have at least some last sliver of hope though as her male counterpart, Parker Luciani, seemed to want to try and take care of her.

Their Mentors were a mix, that’s for sure. Zoe Baker who seemed determined to get Natalia out alive, and Lucas Baker who was rumored to have lost his mind after his games. Another batch of siblings — God, the Capitol loved that.

Finally — and much to your relief — the District Twelve Reaping began. Chris and Claire had told you before of the Victor for Twelve. Jack Krauser. He was cutthroat and viscous and had a bad run in his games. He’d been chased through the jungle by Mutts, Mutts that no one knew looked like but were rumored to resemble his fellow deceased Tribute. So, ever since then, he’d been hellbent on making live a living hell for all of his Tributes. Somehow a twisted revenge on the Capitol.

His Tributes, however, caught your eye. Helena Harper, seventeen years old and volunteered for her younger sister. Noble, very noble of her. But it wasn’t Helena who caught your interest. Rather, it was the male Tribute.

Leon Kennedy — nineteen years old with golden hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. He looked mortified as his name was called, like he was wanted to drop dead then and there. You couldn’t blame him. Twelve had the least advantage. There were only around five Victors to come from Twelve in the history of the Games.

But there was something about him. Some innocent yet driven nature he had that made you lean forward in your seat, eyes glued to the screen. This did not go unnoticed by anyone in the room. Chris and Claire exchanged a look, Allium thought close to nothing of it. But Piers, he knew what it was. Fascination, the way your eyes widened and your focus never unwavering from the boy your age on the screen. The way he composed himself and took his fate with stride.

Something in you — all the survival instincts that Chris and Claire had put into you — it all vanished. And it was replaced by a lingering sense of fascination for this boy. And the need to make sure he made it out alive.

Even as the screen shut off and Allium mentioned something about having dinner served, you didn’t move. Not as Piers started up a conversation with Chris about what the arena may be this year. Not as Claire decided to come and sit beside you. You knew what was coming.

“What’re you thinking about?” She asked, looking at you as you sat on the sofa, eyes still trained on the blank television screen. She knew full well what you were thinking about. She wasn’t born yesterday. She just needed you to say it.

You sat in silence for a moment, pictures of Leon Kennedy running through your mind. He was from Twelve, you were from One. You weren’t supposed to mix. It was like oil and water. But, something about that boy drew you in. Maybe the kindness in his eyes that made it so obvious he wasn’t cut out for this. Maybe the way he’d quickly recovered and took his Reaping with stride. But no, there was just something about him. He wasn’t supposed to be subjected to this.

With this on your mind, you turned your head, looking at Claire as she awaited your answer. You knew this confession would damn you, you knew it could be the reason you may die in that arena. But consequences be damned. You knew that you had to do it.

“I’m thinking about how I can get that boy out alive.”

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but what about his younger self? sfw <3

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re2(r) leon that just can't wait to get to the academy. he got up at unearthly hours just to get dressed, drive all the way down to raccoon only to get there ages before anyone else. all just to make a good first impression on his superiors.

so imagine his heart sinking when all he gets from his newly assigned t.o. is a scowl thrown at him, the praise he would've gotten at the academy pushed to the furthest corner of his brain when he makes it his goal to impress you.

you point out every little flaw, chastise him harshly when he makes minor mistakes, and your peers stand by with helpless smiles and nonchalant shrugs; "it's just your luck, rookie, you got stuck with her."

of course, and he complies with every little task you assign him, no matter how much he sees how easy the other rookies get it. you're young and eager, the easiest way to form you is from the start.

but your little game with shielding him from true horrors can only go so far. sure, being patrol and all, you've done your best to shoo him from real danger, keeping him safe, because that's the least you could do him. you failed in your last assignment, and you're not about to let it happen again.

in all your shouting, all your screaming at him, you really do care for your boot. your rookie. so your horror when you find him unconscious on a hospital bed surpasses the grief you felt when your first boot was killed in action.

when he finally comes home, you're notified immediately, courtesy of your fellow officer, and he opens the door, still bloody and battered, but at least he looks clean. his eyes are drooping yet still alert enough to recognize you, instinctively stepping to the side to let you in.

"what the fuck were you thinking?" your voice has never been this level, this calm with him. it surprises him just as much as it does you.

"i've been training my whole life for this-"

"trained cops don't disregard direct orders!" you fling the accusation out into the air between you, and almost immediately you can see the effects.

they come in the straightening of leon's spine, the batting of his eyelashes as he restrains himself from crying, because the last thing he needs is for you to think he's weaker than you already assume.

"i-i was just trying to..."

"trying to what, leon?" you hiss. the statement sounds sharper than you want it to, but backing down now would give him the chance to turn the tables.

"i thought if i did something right, for once, you might actually like me."

the silence between you is thick, heavy, like the burden just released from leon's shoulders. and your response is delayed.

"... what?"

"i said-"

"no, i heard you the first time. but what the fuck is that supposed to mean, boot?"

his eyes flit sideways, avoiding your steely gaze, a gaze you work hard to maintain. did he mistake your strictness for hatred? that's never happened before.

"i messed everything up, like i always do."

"you never... what?" your confusion comes through every single time in that damn word, because the placeholder for what you really want to say can't really be... well, replaced.

you take a step towards him, and he goes rigid, narrowing his eyes, preparing for the inevitable lecture he was hoping would be saved until your shift the next day.

but it never comes. you stare up into his eyes, gorgeous eyes, really, eyes that you had admired from his side profile. he's restless, you realize that now, fingers trembling like shaky leaves on a windy day.

"take a day off, leon."

"... ma'am?"

"you heard me, rookie. you need that injury to recover before you can hit the streets again."

"but-"

"no buts. that's a direct order, one that i hope you'll stick to this time, officer kennedy. you did well out there today. you held your will, did the right thing even though we decided against it."

"... you're really letting me off the hook?"

your fingers find the unfamiliar neckline of his white tank top, and you adjust it carefully, just as you would with his shirt collar. he flushes crimson, but your touch is nothing more than a doting gesture.

"just this once, boot. don't get too used to it."

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Chapter 1 : 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 & 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚

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Pattering, the sound of the rain pelting the windshield and the whooshing of wind kissing her windows had her heart feeling like it was in her throat. The pulsing of her heartbeat, she could almost taste it. "The National Weather Service has issued a tornado warning in these following counties-", shit. It never sees to fail that while she was the most nervous, things would continue to get worse and worse. Strikes of lightening lit up the soaked pavement, there was at least 30 more miles before she hit Raccoon City outskirts. She should've postponed heading out of town, but Desmond needed some Blood BeGone soap, which she had been sent to go deliver. The storm seemed to put everyone out of commission. It was a crying shame, honestly. "-IMPACTS... Flying debris will be dangerous to those caught without shelter. Mobile homes will be damaged or destroyed. Damage to roofs, windows, and vehicles will occur. Tree damage is likely.  You are in a life-threatening situation. Flying debris may be deadly to those caught without shelter. Mobile homes will be destroyed. Considerable damage to homes...businesses...and vehicles is likely and complete destruction is possible.", Jesus, could things get worse? 

    They could; the storm seemed to be a little bit before schedule, her headlights illuminating branches and twigs laid over the pavement. The rain blurring the image as she leaned forwards, praying that the branches would grant her mercy and not wreak havoc on her tires. Surely, one thing had to go right, right? Maybe the gods could pass on a little favoritism. The road had to be cleared, but she would have to make it across, her eyes squint to try and find some distinguishable marker for her calling the sheriff's office once she gets back to the morgue. They should be able to stop traffic at least for the night, hopefully nobody has had to come through- a small gasp part her lips. Between the trees sat a blue Honda, the car having the trunk popped and, absolutely, nobody around. A sick feeling of unease crept up her throat as she eyed the car, analyzing, again, anything she could remember to tell police. Part of her wanted to jump out and make sure everything was okay, but the lights were shut off, she could only see it as her head lights shinned past it. It was just unfortunate timing; she could feel the gusts of wind trying to sway her car. Hopefully they had been picked up and just forgot the trunk, as much as that would suck; that was the best outcome. Especially with how bodies had been piling up at her job. 

   The anxiety she felt from the storm and car hit an all-time high as she heard the beginning of Nobody by Avenged Sevenfold start to play from her cupholder, jarring her already frazzled mind. The photo of Leon Kennedy flickering in her screen, it was from when her father had still been alive, working at the same police station Leon did. He passed right when Leon joined, but that had been a few years ago. No matter how much it felt like it was yesterday, time was moving fast, but she felt like she was being left behind. Her eyes glanced up at the road before she slammed on the breaks, a doe running across the street as her tires locked up, squealing as her phone fell into the floorboards. Hands fighting the steering wheel as she tried to steady the car and her heart. "I'll have a damn heart attack before I even make it back.", she sighed, her chest expanding to take in all the air she could. Nobody playing once more, had her nearly jumping out of her skin as she scrambled with the phone, scooping it from the floor. "Hello?", she held the phone to her ear, sitting in the car, she couldn't bare driving right now. Afraid was an understatement, it appears the gods found no favor for her, this night. "Where are you?  Harvy has been blowing up my office phone demanding I start up a missing person's report.", his airy and slow voice drawled over the receiver. "Well...", her eyes went back through the droplet covered window. "The roads are getting worse, I've been having some trouble returning to the morgue.", she felt the air build up on her lungs before letting it out in a huff. "Hey- Leon?", she figured now was better than never to tell him all the shit that had gone on tonight. "There's a car up here on mile marker 37, trunk's open and lights are off. It's parked in the woods a little off the shoulder. You think you guys could come check it out and clear the road?", if they would tonight, would be the real question. "I'll head out first thing in the morning, it's unsafe to be out there right now. You said mile marker 37? There's a motel just a few roads south of you. If I were you, I'd stop in for the night, Kitty.", his voice sounded like honey poured on pancakes in the golden hour of sunrise. Hot coffee laying in the windowsill as the day started early on. Saying Katerina Visage had a crush on Leon Kennedy would've resulted in pink cheeks and embarrassed groans. Now, it left her wondering; what if? 

     "Yeah, I'll stop there for the night. I'll have to book it on foot, during this but-", her voice trailed off. "It's better than getting kidnapped or taken in a tornado in your car.", sometimes, he sounded like her dad. "It's... rough out here.", her voice was full of exhaustion. It felt like today had lasted the week, "You mind stopping by in the morning on your way to check things out? It would make me feel a little better just seeing you.", in all honesty, she was spooked. The storm, the car, the deer, the motel she'd never even heard of before. "Yeah, don't worry about that. First thing in the morning I'll be at that motel, waiting to take you back home. I'll get your car towed; Chief Iron's wouldn't want you paying for that.", he sounded like he was stretching, she was sure that it must've been a slow night for the men. The rain probably the only mischief Raccoon City had going on tonight. "Thank you, Leon. I don't know what I'd do without you.", her teeth sunk into the dead skin around her nails. "I guess I'm about to start walking, I'll message you once I get there, okay?", her voice was full of dread. The walk was not super familiar, especially in the dark with a nearly dead road. "Stay safe, Kit. Don't be afraid to call me if anything happens.", he had a soft tone with those words, Kitty remembered Leon being the rookie. She was 17 when she first saw the 21 year old, fresh from the academy walk into RPD. Her dad being one of the first to welcome him.

     "My daughter put up a banner for you, we've all been excited to have you join.", he waved to the circle banner that read. 'Welcome Leon', the 'e' in Leon was twisted but she was so proud of hanging it. Her smile wide as she also introduced herself to the man, starting a friendship that grew over a mutual shared space. 

     Her father's passing brought them closer together, her father was always close with Leon. He had been the one to train him on the job. "Just get there and pray there's a room.", she sighed, before grabbing her charger, her phone, wallet and keys. Her body had to tense as she placed her hand on the handle, taking a deep breath of warm air and dryness. She had to just hurry, it was just a coincidence the car was abandoned, right?

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Rookies First Time - Part 3 (finale)

Link to previous parts: Part One | Part Two

Pairing: rookie (re2) Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Summary: Leon has gone and left the reader feeling alone, no more late nights and flirting while training; left with the mundane work life and Krauser — leaving her to make a plan of getting fired to reunite with Leon

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: If any of the following warnings trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable I advise you scroll away, you are in charge of what content you’re viewing. This work is 18+ only so minors are strongly advised not to interact.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, mdni. Female anatomy used for reader as well as she/her pronouns. Uncomfortable flirting (f receiving), non consensual touching, p in v, creampie, blindfolding, doggy style, spanking, f calls m a “good boy” and hair pulling (m receiving).

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Stage Seven: lonely

Helping the other trainees was difficult now; Leon was gone and left you alone with nothing to look forward to, just planning to get out of the job and be back in Leon’s arms. You often thought about him — more than before you started a relationship — but his absence made your yearning grow.

You sat there and took notes for each trainee, writing down a few bullet points to finish up with the session as soon as possible; to give you a sense of comfort you started fiddling with the note that Leon gave you, fidgeting with it and just wanting to get in your car and start driving, not stopping and just find leon — wherever he was now. For all you knew, Leon could have been on his mission right now, but you didn’t want to think about that.

Your only problem now was to get out of the job but also dealing with Krauser. As you sat at the usual table, seeing the trainees go hand to hand with one another, you noticed Krauser looking at you now and again in the corner of your eye; not an ordinary look but a lustful look he had then his eyes gazed upon you with a up and down motion — taking your whole being and form in his peripheral. It felt like his eyes were piercing into your skin, making you feel uncomfortable and wanting to just escape from the situation as soon as possible.

As you watched the trainees you grew weary, as the last group finished you did the usual stand up and critique, getting to the end and disappointed you couldn’t have Leon there to compliment and give a flirtatious wink to. You finished and everyone was dismissed, leaving you to collect your things and make you way, but of course you knew that you weren’t going leave with ease; the routine with Krauser trying to converse with you was always going to happen — your new little routine, but not as fun nor pleasurable as the one you had with Leon.

“Leaving so soon?” he leaned his body on the table you were working at, his piercing eyes darting through you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Yes… You know I must get to my desk, Krauser,” you said with a solem tone, you didn’t give him eye contract and didn’t want to be near anyone in this moment.

“Shame isn’t it… But you know I’m here to make things easier for you?” you rolled your eyes and let out a sigh, “Oh come on darling, don’t you feel lonely?”

“I’m not pathetic enough to be with you.”

Krauser moved closer to you, you held your notebook tightly to your chest, backing up further and further until your back hit the wall. There was no one walking around your area to help, the door couldn’t open without an ID card slide, so an easy and swiftful escape was out of the question. As you were left helpless, Krauser put his hand to the wall, trapping you in and leaving you to feel his warm breath on your neck as he came closer to your face. His hand reaching down to your ass, and leading his fingers to grab you. Tears started to brim in your eyes as you looked away and leaving Krauser to graze his lips along your soft neck.

“Come on darling, you know you love it.”

You tried to push him away, your efforts being futile with his strength being at a higher level than yours. You didn’t give him eye contact, just continuously in efforts to get him off of you. As this continued for a few more minutes — which felt like hours to you — you felt Krauser move to where your hands were pushing him, seeing a disappointed look in his eyes when you finally met his gaze; when looking at him, you were starting to get even more worried with what he was planning to do.

“Fine… Looks like I need to get you more comfortable with me.”

“Just take a hint,” you thought as you looked to the ground, clutching your belongings tight as you cautiously moved to the ID pad to slide your card and let the door open; with every movement Krauser watched you like an animal watched his prey, making you feel nervous at what he was planning in that sinister mind of his. You just wanted this all to end, to have Leon by your side and to never leave him — but that wasn’t going to happen for a while now.

When you sat at your desk, you worked through the little paperwork you had; with Leon gone you were working through it all swiftly with no distractions, letting you go to your living quarters earlier — you had nothing else to do but stay there and watch television or read a book. Audrey was around but she was getting swamped with all the work that was piled on her, so you felt bad to ask her to give you company.

~

It was getting to the end of the day now, your work pile had depleted a long time ago and you were just pretending to work at this point, looking over at Audrey’s desk and asking her now and again if she needed help — which she would always deny and say she wouldn’t want to bother you with the sweet smile she would always give to you. When your shift was finishing you and Audrey walked back to your rooms together, giggling and talking about that donut and coffee you still owed Audrey after protecting you from Krauser. As you walked closer Audrey’s facial expressions started to change, looking pale in the face as well as worried — she needed to tell you something. Before you stopped at your place, you stopped for a moment to check up on her, and asked her if she was feeling okay, stating that you could take her to the doctor if she was feeling bad.

“I’m okay… Just… I need to tell you something.”

“What’s the matter? Has something happened?” you were worried now, your heart rate quickening.

“Before… Kennedy left,” she kept pausing in her words, “I read the note that was suppose to go to you and… Can I come inside, please?”

You nodded and let her in, looking around to see if anything was around to make her worried — but the hallways were just full of darkness and isolation, no one around and still working at their desks. When you both walked in, you let Audrey get comfortable, giving her a drink and constantly asking her about her wellbeing, giving your best hospitality to her. Sitting next to her and asking what happened.

Audrey took a deep breath after taking a sip of her drink: “I know I shouldn’t have read that note, it was addressed to you and —”

You cut her off for a moment: “Audrey, I don’t care about that, you have nothing to apologise for, just tell me what the note said.”

She went into her bag, finding a note that was crumpled, evident that this was at the bottom of her bag for a bit while you were saying your goodbyes to Leon. She handed it to you and Krauser’s words were placed in your hand. You noticed his shaky handwriting, messy with ink smudges where he took no care, as well as the jagged edges on the paper which looked like he took any scrap he could find. You eyes gazed on the short sentence, it stating: “Come to my place and I’ll make you scream my name”. Your heart fell to your stomach that moment, feeling unsafe but also cringing in the moment when picturing him writing it and thinking it was okay to hand to Audrey to give to you; you were aware of his little ‘crush’ on you, if that was the appropriate way to put it, but you didn’t know this was beginning to be an obsession with you.

Tears started brimming in your eyes, forcing Audrey to put her arm around you, your hands on your face and sinking your head toward your knees as your emotions started to take over; it was all overwhelming for you, too much to go through.

“Y/N, I’m here for you, I’ll protect you… I can put a complaint in.”

“What the point? They never listen to me, they wouldn’t want to lose Krauser and would prefer him.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you looked at Audrey with confusion, “If a letter of complaint goes toward him they’ll pick him, letting you be free and go back to Kennedy.”

That was it.

“Yeah,” a smile crept on your face as you wiped the tears away from your eyes, “I can finally get out of this place if I do that.”

You thanked Audrey, discussing your plans and finally having a genuine smile after Leon’s absence. You would finally be able to see him again.

~

As you and Audrey discussed your plans, it was getting late and both of you started yawning, altering that it was time to wrap up the conversation. You said your goodbyes and when you locked the door you started to clean up your area, then finishing up your night routine.

You took your work clothes off, finally happy to take the high heels and bra off, stepping into the shower. As the warm water trickled down you, you started to think about what Leon was doing, if he still missed you and if he was awaiting your arrival to his new apartment. It made you smile to think of that handsome face, his lovely personality — among other things — and wondered what would happen when you finally saw him again.

Sitting at your sofa, you put the television on while you did you skin routine, laughing now and again at the cheesy jokes and trying to enjoy the moments you were having to yourself; your whole life couldn’t be doom and gloom about missing Leon. Enjoying the moment.

But you noticed a sound, near your door, a thud that sounded like something fell near your door. You lowered the volume of the television and grabbed a cardigan to cover yourself up, you weren’t planning on opening the door with just a towel so you looked through the peep hole. You couldn’t see anything; the hallway was dark and no one was going to turn the light on at this time of night. Your door was locked and you weren’t worried about anyone coming in, but hearing the sounds and trying to make out the dark figure there was only one person it could be — Krauser.

You didn’t care much since this could be added to the list of complaint, even if you knew it was your reality the superiors wouldn’t believe it and choose Krauser’s stay over yours. To be safe you moved your coffee table in front of the door, putting a glass on the door handle to wake you up if anything happened. You then stayed in your bed and waited for sleep to take over you while you closed your eyes and thought about Leon.

~

Leon wasn’t taking to this new adjustment well; he was trapped in a new atmosphere, awaiting for further intel on the mission and he wasn’t sure what was happening — stuck in limbo. He thought of you — often — the thoughts would keep his sanity and make him forget about how life was boring and monotonous in this given moment. He missed your touch, the way you taught him everything and the way your name and presence was an ever fixed mark on his memory and heart. Waiting for you to come to his apartment was eating him up, begging any higher power for you to just get in a car and finally be in his arms again. He fantasied about your reactions if he asked you to move in, what it would be like to have fun with you in his bedroom, but also the little things like making dinner and cuddling while watching movies.

He needed to distract himself from the constant reminder of you, moving to his desk and looking through the files for the current mission; the mission that was ambiguous to when he was needed. While flipping through the little information he had, he knew it was futile to try and not think about you. He looked up at the picture he had on his pin board — the picture he got from board in the hallway that told the trainees which people would be of help — you didn’t smile for this picture since it was for identification but Leon still found you so beautiful, but still making him miss that smile he would easily create on your face.

While appreciating the moment, he knew he needed to sleep soon, excited for another day; Leon had started a countdown of days until he saw you again, and he was optimistic that it wouldn’t be long until he saw that beautiful face again.

Stage eight: complaint

You were helping another trainee at the moment — her name being Athena Jenson — a trainee that was the lowest in the class and struggling the most. As you looked through her records, it was just downhill, the graph showing a continuously depleted diagram; it would be a miracle if she finished her training. You stood in the middle of the room, practising on the dummy in front of her, as well as the pop-up figures she needed to use to improve her reaction time; you couldn’t concentrate with every time she failed to push down another pop-up, proving her lack of improvement in reaction time, you got lost in your own imagination and then started to draw eyes and tornado scribbles at the corner of your notebook. You saw in the corner of your eye that she was getting red in the face, close to her breaking point, so you decided to cut this short and turn off the training simulation. 

“What the? Miss L/N, I haven’t hit my target,” she had to catch her breath, “We have the room for another 2 hours!” 

You heard her pleas, but this was going through one ear and out the other. 

“I’m very sorry, but I think it’s best for a break,” you showed her the graph, “Your productivity is going down; you need a few minutes to —”

Athena angrily cut you off: “No, I don’t; I can do this! How can I prove myself if you stop me in my tracks?”

“Miss Jenson —”

“No, don’t Miss Jenson me… You don’t want to continue since I’m not Kennedy, who you can drool over and flirt with!”

Your eyes widened; you knew your crush was evident, but you weren’t aware that people resented you for it. You took a moment before you answered her, seeing her frustration through her heavy breaths and ice-cold stare that shot through your whole being. 

“You know… You’re no help; I’m only here because Krauser is busy with Moore, I think it would be best if you just left, and the place could hire some more competent trainers,” this woman wasn’t giving you a break, clearly frustrated at her lack of performance and you being lost in your own little word. 

“Okay then… Go talk to someone about that,” you were calm and unaffected by her words, “You may leave now, and once your complaint has gone through, you will have someone else.” 

“Y’know all of us want you fired… All you ever did was daydream about Kennedy, yeah I saw you wink at him as well, and honestly, it’s pathetic… You probably just manipulated him with your higher position,” she picked up her water bottle and bag before leaving the room. 

“Miss Jenson, your words have made me realise one thing about your group… You know you will never be on the same par as Leon Kennedy… How shameful; even with another trainer, you’ll probably be sent back, so get me fired, and I’ll be happy.” 

She rolled her eyes as she left the room, stomping away and releasing a heavy sigh. You then followed suit by getting your things and exiting the room, turning the lights off and locking up with the key code on the pad outside. You saw that Athena went to her right, clearly going to the head office to complain — the thought of it made you smile, she had done the work for you. If you were fired, you would be free from this work life and be able to make your journey to Leon. 

As the thought made you smile, you walked to the canteen to pick up a coffee and doughnut and then went over to Audrey’s desk. 

“Hey lovely, look what I got you,” placing what you owed on her desk. 

“Ooo, finally, I’ve been waiting on this.”

You both laughed as you sat by her desk; you had already finished your work and were checking up on her, helping her by viewing her work but also being distracting with the giggles you were sharing. 

~

You two had spent an hour sharing your funny moments together, knowing that you were annoying some other people around you, deciding to finally roll your chair back to your desk; you went through your computer, organising your files and printing some things off, if you were going to get fired, you might as well be prepared for it. The thought of being let out of this hell was enough to keep a permanent smile. 

Until Krauser made eye contact with you and walked closer to you. 

“What now?” You thought. You knew nothing too bad could happen; many people were around you to stop him from acting out. But you did feel your heart fall to your stomach, and goosebumps started to form on your arms when Krauser pulled up a seat to be beside you. 

“What do you want now? Wasn’t touching me enough,” you said through your teeth, irritation evident in your speech. 

“I can’t be bothered trying to convince you otherwise now, you want the rookie so go ahead, but I think there is something you should know.”

You raised a brow, stopping your typing but still having your body face the screen to not give him open body language. 

“Just wanted to check up on something, a bit of food for thought,” he leaned back in his chair, “What if you do get fired… Which seems very plausible at the moment. What if Leon moved on… You weren’t the only girl he liked.”

You gave him a confused look, raising a brow but not letting him get to. “Of course, he liked other women before me,” you thought as you knew it was natural, he didn’t even know you before the training, but Krauser opened his mouth, and you knew more nonsense was about to come out. 

“Well, you’re not the only girl he ever liked… and started to miss. Didn’t you hear about the woman in Raccoon City… The one who told him she was FBI?” you shook your head again.

“You seem to do your research on Leon… Sure this woman isn’t made up?” 

“Your comments do fill me up with joy,” classical sarcasm, “But no, this woman is under suspicion from our superiors… A mercenary that works with the organisation, managed to fool the rookie by saying she was FBI and took his first kiss to seal the deal… You never know; she could have taken something else from him, not just his first kiss. 

He then placed a picture of a woman in front of you; you looked at it and saw a woman with dark hair, wearing red, who looked to be from Asian heritage. 

“Ada Wong is her name… You’re probably just the replacement.”

You slapped him. 

Everyone looked at you, shocked at your sudden anger, but you couldn’t care less. 

“Oh, did I touch a nerve? Sad that I might have burst your fantasy?” he then moved closer to your ear, “This wouldn’t have happened if you just came to me.”

As he walked away, you heard a murmur of whispers collect at the back of the room, hearing: “What did he do?” and “Why would she do that?” 

You then just looked at the picture of Ada Wong; she was beautiful, you thought, but you didn’t feel any jealousy; yes, he could have had a past with her, but you knew Leon wouldn’t lie to you about you being his first, he was easy to read like a book. You moved the picture in your desk drawer, calmer than ever and knowing freedom was just hours away. 

Stage nine: leaving

You were sitting at your desk, flicking through the papers with a new stack of paperwork that needed to be done, but you weren’t going to make a start on it; Krauser’s comments about the inevitability of you being fired sealed the deal for you — you were finally going to be free. Athena Jenson’s complaints would also help the title be snatched away from you, allowing the moment of getting in your car to find Leon.

While continuing to flick the pages — feeling bad for the person who would end up doing this — you saw Krauser walk past your desk. To your surprise, he didn’t stop to talk to you, making a wave of relief wash over you. What took you even more by surprise was that he didn’t look in your direction; you didn’t want him to give you attention, but it still made you curious about his behaviour change. Acknowledging that he told you he would give up on you, you knew something was happening with how easy it was; Krauser was almost obsessed with you and now didn’t want to look at you. Could someone change that quickly? Either way, you were enjoying the time away from him.

Moving your hair away from your face, you stared at the digital clock on your computer screen, counting the minutes until your workday would end. Your mind, however, was elsewhere. Thoughts of Leon, and how you had madly fallen in love with him consumed your every waking moment — you needed him more than ever.

While getting lost in a daydream, your coworker and confidante, Audrey, came bursting into the room with her eyes wide and full of excitement: “Y/N! You won’t believe what just happened!” exclaiming as she walked over to you.

Everyone in the room looked over at her, pausing their work, silently scolding her with a death stare which reminded her to keep her volume low — no matter how excited she was.

You turned your attention away from the clock and raised an eyebrow: “What is it, Audrey?”

“Check your emails! You’ve got to see this for yourself!” Audrey’s voice trembled with barely contained joy.

Intrigued, you quickly navigated to your inbox and opened the latest unread message from your superiors. Your eyes widened as you read the subject line: “Termination Notice.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you scanned the contents of the email; your employment was finally being terminated, asking you to pack your things and leave the facility by the end of the day. Your face turned into a grin, a mixture of relief and elation spreading across your features — it was finally time — you had finally orchestrated your termination and could now find Leon.

You turned to her, eyes shining with excitement: “I can’t believe it worked. I’m finally free!”

Audrey mirrored your smile, although a tinge of sadness appeared in her eyes: “I’m glad it worked out, Y/N. You deserve to be happy.” She paused momentarily, then continued with a softer voice: “But I’ll miss you, you know.”

You reached out and squeezed Audrey’s hand: “I’ll miss you two, Audrey. You’ve been more than just a coworker to me. You’ve been my friend, I couldn't have gone through any of this without you.”

You two stood there in silence, the weight of your impending farewell hanging heavily in the air. The knowledge that your time working side by side was ending filled your hearts with conflicting emotions. The realisation tempered your longing for Leon that leaving this job meant leaving behind a dear friend.

Audrey finally broke the silence, a hint of a smile playing on her lips: “Here,” she said, scribbling her phone number on a small piece of paper. “Take this. We may not work together anymore, but that doesn’t mean we can’t stay in touch. Call me anytime, okay?”

You took the paper, a glimmer of hope flickering in your eyes: “Thank you, Audrey. I’ll keep in touch.”

You shared a final embrace, holding each other tightly as if trying to imprint the moment in your memories forever.

~

The office, once filled with the hum of computers and voices of their colleagues, was now empty and silent, as you walked toward your living quarters to gather your personal belongings, you couldn’t help but reflect on the experience you shared with Audrey, as well as thinking about how Leon would react when he would see you again. You packed everything and remembered the late nights, the adrenaline-filled moments, but also the quiet moments where you felt lonely, which stopped when Leon entered the picture.

When you finally left the office, you took a deep breath, your heart lighter with the knowledge that you was leaving behind a job that held you captive for so long. You stepped into a world filled with endless possibilities, driven by your love for Leon and the chance of a new beginning and everything you wanted to complete.

The road was ahead, some things uncertain, but you knew you had made a new love and friend because of the job.

Stage ten: reunited

You continued to follow the directions that were in front. You took a deep breath as you sat in the driver’s seat of your car, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly; you couldn’t believe you had finally done it — finally free from the shackles of your job that had been draining your energy. It had taken some time and courage, but you knew it was the right decision for your mental and emotional well-being, as well as knowing that you needed to follow your heart; Leon wasn’t just a hook-up, a crush, he was something serious with you now, and all you needed to do was to reunite and share a bond and love with one another. 

With a newfound sense of freedom and excitement, you plugged in the address to Leon’s new apartment into the GPS; you smiled as you saw the estimated arrival time and realised that this was just a few hour's drive — you thought this would be an extra long road trip that would last for ages. The rain tapped softly on the roof of your car, your window open a little, giving that earthly smell of rain and hearing the cosy pattern of raindrops — adding to a sense of adventure. 

As you drove, you stopped a few times to ask for directions, not wanting to rely solely on technology — knowing your luck would run out at some point. People were friendly and helpful, and you easily accessed the city. Along the way, you decided to make a quick detour to a little cute home decor shop; you walked in and picked up some things Leon could put in his home and some of your touches. 

~

Finally, you arrived at the address. You took a deep breath and checked your appearance in the rearview mirror, a nervous excitement building within you. You grabbed your bag, keeping the bulk of your belongings in the back — you were going to wait for Leon to help you with that — your heart pounding in your chest and making you feel dizzy and light-headed. 

Reaching the entrance, you hesitated for a moment before pressing the buzzer; you waited anxiously, feeling your palms getting sweaty. 

When a voice crackled through the intercom, your heart skipped a beat. 

“Hello?” Leon’s voice sounded puzzled. You couldn’t help but have a big smile; hearing his beautiful and innocent voice again made you feel elated. 

“H-Hello… Um, it’s me… Y/N… I —.” Leon cut you off while working on your reply. 

For a moment, there was silence, and your heart sank. 

“Did he forget me?” You thought. 

You slowly made your way back to the car, that smile dropping into a straight face as you looked at the car in disappointment, feeling wet from the rain drowning your hair. Tears were growing in your eyes, your spirits dampened by the rejection. 

But as you were about to get into the car, you heard the sound of the apartment building door open behind you. You didn’t think much of it, but you turned around and saw him. Leon. He stood in a white shirt and grey sweatpants, messy hair and disbelief on his face. 

“Y/N?”

“Leon,” you softly muttered as your eyes met his. 

He moved closer to you, getting himself soaked in the rain as well; you didn’t move and let him make his advances. When he was inches away from you, he moved quickly to wrap his arms around you, and you melted into his warmth, being greeted with his scent once more. 

“Don’t go now; I’ve missed you,” he whispered in your ear. 

You didn’t care about the current weather conditions, just wanting to live in the moment; finally, you were reunited with Leon, and there was no one around to stop you. Your heart soared as you moved into a passionate and romantic kiss, your lips melding into a rhythm that showed you had been yearning for each other’s touch for some time. 

Leon then looked at your car, seeing you had a lot of stuff, suggesting that he would help you move everything in. 

~

When moving your stuff had finished, Leon handed you a towel and shirt to dry yourself off and get changed as he pilled your boxes in the corner of the front room. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe it was you at first,” Leon said as you rubbed the towel on your hair, “I just couldn’t imagine that you’d come all this way… I thought I wouldn’t see you for a while.”

“Well, I’m here now… Ready to start a life with you,” you looked into his eyes sincerely. 

Leon smiled, showing he wanted the same things you did. You spent the evening talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company when you finally went to the multiple bags of things Leon had brought up from his car, bringing out all the blankets, pillows, pictures, and other decor you bought for Leon. He smiled again, pulling your arm to kiss you once again. 

“You’ve gotten more eager,” you playfully said as Leon pulled your body onto his lap. 

You were wearing one of his shirts, baggy and oversized on you, wearing nothing but panties underneath it — this excited Leon. The way you were placed onto Leon’s lap made you recriopcrate the same feelings Leon was experiencing, feeling his touch and wanting things to escalate further; Leon looked at you, smirked, and before you knew it, his lips were magnetised to your soft neck, beginning with pecks then manifesting into deep kisses and sucks along your neck — leaving you to softly moan as markings were making its way in the process. 

“I love this,” you felt Leon smile under your touch, feeling his desperation as his hands continuously wrapped around your waist to bring you closer, not wanting to waste any time and get back to where you left off. 

“But you know,” you paused to enjoy his kisses, “You’re not in charge here.” You cooed at Leon and began to slow down, separating from your neck to wonder what you would do, feeling his excitement underneath you as he knew you would rock his world — like before. 

“So what happens now, then?” Leon looked up at you with his glistening eyes, anticipating what you were about to do to him. 

You moved your feet to the carpeted floor, feeling the warmth against your skin as you swung your body around to get on your knees — Leon knew exactly what you were going to do, and he couldn’t wait — you pushed your hair away from your face and looked at him with lust, biting your lip as you moved. You put your fingers around the band on his waist, Leon moving his hips to make it easier to slide his pants down and give him all the pleasure he would ever want. 

Leon gasped when his cock met the cold air, it springing up to your view and waiting for your touch, already having precum on his tip — you loved how he was wrapped around your little finger. You placed your hand on his length, him wincing at the slightest touch, slowing inching your mouth to his tip, which you knew was killing Leon with the wait; when you finally wrapped your warm mouth around his cock, Leon rolled his eyes to the back of his head, and his breathing deepened and became laboured.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, “Don’t stop… P-please… This is so… good.” He couldn’t help but slightly thrust his hips to make his cock hit the back of your throat, making you choke slightly, enjoying how confident he got around you. 

You continued moving your head up and down, swirling your tongue in circles when you got the tip — tasting the premature ejaculation. You were so happy to feel him again, to taste him, just to be with him again; you knew now this would continue for as long as you both wanted. Your gaze looked up — at first seeing Leon’s muscular physique — then seeing him bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut; this look meant that Leon was trying not to cum too fast. 

With picking up on his body language, you removed yourself — leaving Leon desperate for your touch again — looking into his eyes. 

“How about we try something new?” 

“I’ll do anything as long as it’s with you,” he was loyal to you. 

You smirked when hearing his submission; his devotion to you only turned you on even more; he was your good boy, and seeing him squirm under your control made your entrance wetter. The way Leon looked at you communicated his trust in you; when you saw his consent, you removed the shirt Leon gave you, exposing your chest and creating a dust of pink on Leon’s cheeks. You knew Leon was sitting in anticipation — excited still — and watching your every movement; you folded the shirt into a neat long rectangle, long enough to put around Leon’s eyes to blindfold him. When Leon knew what would happen, he released a deep breath when his vision was omitted, wanting you to use him however you wanted. 

When Leon was left helpless, vulnerable, and unable to estimate what would happen, you removed your already-soaked panties — tossing them to the side. You placed your hands on Leon’s shoulders and moved your legs to the side of Leon’s; Leon could now feel what you would do. You started to grind your hips down on Leon’s cock, him gasping when he felt your wet pussy glide along his member. 

“Fuck,” Leon said under his breath; he was in great need of your entrance — he missed how it felt. 

“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” you cooed in his ear, lingering your fingers through his soft hair. 

“Please, baby.”

“Have you been a good boy?”

“Yes baby, I have; please, please, just let me fuck you… Please,” he started stuttering, his speech becoming messy the further he begged and pleaded for you. 

You were positioning your entrance with Leon’s cock while he was pleading, letting it rub against you, which made his breath quiver; when he released his last “please”, you then slammed your hips down, leading you to both have a harmonious gasp. When adjusted to his length — once again — you bounced your hips, causing you two to both moan, filling the room with pleasurable sounds from your sexual unity. 

You kept giving Leon what he wanted, gently pulling his hair back while you fucked him; he winced while you did this to him, liking the pain you were putting him through. 

“Who’s my good boy?”

“Me, I’m your good boy.” 

Your clit tingled when he moaned and twitched underneath you, smiling while he wrapped his hands around your hips and moved you up and down. Leon’s strength showed when his grip hardened, palming bruises on your hips; you winced with how hard he handled you but had to admit you loved it. 

After a while, you lifted Leon’s blindfold, seeing his confusion and excitement when seeing your beautiful body again. 

“Do you want to try anything else, baby… I don’t want to take control of the whole situation,” you laughed a little at the end of our statement. 

He nodded: “Um… Can you bend over the table.. For me,” he was always shy when asking you for something. 

You lifted yourself up and followed his wants, getting on your knees (once again) and placing your torso on the coffee table, looking behind you to see when Leon would do what he wanted. You arched your back and felt Leon place his hands on your waist, positioning himself; when you were both comfortable, he started to ram inside you, making you gasp and scream his name. 

“Oh fuck, please don’t stop, Leon,” you moaned as Leon ramped himself behind you. 

He kept pushing his cock inside you, hearing and feeling how wet you were, loving the view of your ass jiggle as he manhandled your gentle body. You heard Leon’s heavy breaths as he tried to keep the same rhythm he started with.

“Am I doing this right, baby?”

“Just shut up and fuck me… You know you’re doing it right!” you screamed, making Leon happy with pleasing you. 

With that newfound confidence, Leon continued to ram his cock inside your wet cunt, spanking you now and again, then starting to make it in regular tandem when he heard your moans every time he marked your ass with a red hand print. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you said with a shaky breath. 

Leon then maintained the same pace, continuing to spank you. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed when your released yourself all over Leon’s cock. 

When Leon felt you glaze his member he then released hot ropes inside you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he did. He sat there for a moment, until he finally removed himself, seeing his cum ooze out of you and drip down your thighs; just the sight alone made him want to do a round two but he had exhausted himself — for now. He couldn’t help but just collapse his body weight and just sit on the floor, no longer having the effort to lift himself up to go on the sofa; you followed suit and removed yourself from the table. 

“I’ve missed you so much, Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you most, Leon… I’m glad we can start something more serious now.”

“About that,” you looked at him confused and worried, “Since you’re here… Does that mean you’re now my girlfriend?”

“Yeah Leon… Guess it does. So what now?” 

“Guess we start a life together now.”

You both smiled, kissing one another in your happiness again, knowing that nothing had to be secret. You could start a whole new life.

Authors Note: Last part, omg, thank you so much for the engagement with the last parts; please share the same love for the final my loves !!!! I am appreciative of every single like, reblog, comment and message people send me; love you a lot. I will now be working on a Las Plagas Leon one-shot and a few Luis drabbles *wink wink*, hope you stick around for that. Have a lovely day/ evening y’all <3