#stratcom-agent-kennedy

[viperrot]

⇁a snake in this garden | leon kennedy.

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x gn!reader angst

in which you find a picture of the woman he can't let go of.

content contains: angst, unrequited(?) love, hurt/no comfort, no use of y/n

937 words

song rec: "just like chet" by laufey

my first work here! this is short, as i am just trying to get a feel for how things work on here :] enjoy below the cut!

You've never once doubted Leon's love for you. You met him when he enrolled in STRATCOM after the Raccoon City incident, and you've been inseparable ever since. After so many nights staying up late over a cup of coffee together, you eventually confessed your feelings to each other after almost eight years of friendship

But things have changed.

Every since the blonde man came back from his mission in Spain, he's been different—Leon's been more distant, staying at work till the late hours of night, and he's even opted to sleep on the couch instead of with you. The bed has been void of his warmth for a few weeks now, and you've missed his touch every second he's away.

One night, Leon comes home earlier than usual. While you laze on the couch of your shared apartment's living room, you're reading a worn-out copy of Dracula, not expecting your dear boyfriend's arrival until later in the night. You look up from the yellowed pages of your paperback novel, eyes wide as you lay your sights on the agent's tired figure. He's slipping off his shoes and lazily unbuttoning his dress shirt, mumbling jumbled words beneath his breath that you can't catch.

"Leon?" You call, your head peeping above the couch. He looks up from his shoes, his ocean-hued gaze locking onto you. A faint smile paints his face.

"Hey, hon," he whispers. Your eyes soften at the sight of him. Leon looks exhausted, his eyebags worse than usual. You're heart ached as you took in his figure. After dating him for almost a year and knowing him for nearly a decade, you knew when he was sick of the world. Leon walks towards your spot on the couch sluggishly, flopping into you to lay his head on your lap. "Missed you..." he whispered, voice muffled into your thigh. You pet the top of his head, threading your fingers through his mildly greasy hair.

"M'right here, Lee," you hush him softly. You missed this—being with him, feeling him, seeing him. Silence filled the living room as you two sat comfortably.

Suddenly, the ex-cop gets up, tugging at your wrist as a silent suggestion for you to follow. You move without thinking, trailing his heels as you two walked to your shared room.

It looked like any other portion of the little apartment—minimalistic, but homey. This was your garden of Eden. The peace from the storm that was STRATCOM. You sit with Leon on the edge of the bed, the ivory sheets creasing beneath your shared weight. Your lover sighs, laying on his back as he relaxes into the mattress. Your hand feathers against his chest as his eyes flutter close, and you figure he's going to pass out in only a few minutes.

As your fingers fiddle with the buttons of his shirt, Leon's breathing steadies. As the seconds tick by, he falls further into sleep, and you can't help but smile at the domestic sight. Ever since his mission to save Ashley Graham, Leon has never looked so at-peace. The visual made your heart melt as a warm smile etched across you face.

"Goodnight, Lee," you murmured quietly, pulling your hand away from his resting figure. You gently get off the bed, body adjusting to the cold hardwood beneath you. You tiptoe out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a little click! before venturing back to the living room. You get back in your seat on the couch, but a little white paper catches your eye.

On the floor is what seems to be a polaroid. It's small, only the size of your palm. You pick it up when you sit down, flipping it around to check its contents.

A woman in red, smiling coyly at the camera.

There's a note written in thin, black sharpie at the bottom. "A gift for you," it says in neat penmanship. Your heart squeezes. You realize that there's a snake in your garden.

You know who this is. Ada Wong, the woman that captured Leon's heart almost a decade ago. You remember your lover saying that she was nothing, that it was just a moment of loneliness in a dark time.

It's clear that wasn't true.

You never considered yourself a strong person. Your duty as an agent was to give intel to your partner, whoever it was on the mission. Much like Hunnigan, you stayed in your office, talking to your mission partner over a communication line, and give them orders depending on the task at hand. It wasn't physically taxing, seeing how you had no military experience.

Ada had everything. She's intelligent and she can fight without breaking a sweat. It's no secret that she's beautiful, too.

"Is this what Leon wants?" You whisper, tears swelling in your eyes as you the picture between your fingers shook. Your lips quivered as your eyes traced the outline of Ada's body. Hourglass, toned, and so very alluring.

Any man in their right mind would want a piece of her, you think to yourself.

You're unsure of what to do with the picture. Do you throw it out, do you hide it, or do you give it back to Leon without question? You decide it best to leave it on the floor, just like you found it.

You get up from your spot on the couch, straightening up your casual attire before walking to the front door. The polaroid is on the floor, and your coat is in your hands.

A walk wouldn't hurt, you tell yourself, ignoring the ache in your heart. Keeping secrets won't hurt either, you lie to yourself.

no hate to ada tho she bad af.

[aquidragon]

heya! could I request a comfort blurb for re4 remake Leon after he has a raccoon city related nightmare?

of course!! sorry that this took a while, I had to get back into the swing of things lol

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re4 Leon S Kennedy x reader

[drabble]

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Normally you wouldn’t care for the concerns of your fellow squad members, agent Leon S. Kennedy especially. Not that you had anything against him, of course, but you found that meddling in the emotions of others led to disaster when they inevitably got mauled by some abomination Umbrella creation. So in the end, it was better to keep it impersonal. You assumed most of your fellow agents had similar insights, especially after the deaths of multiple of your former friends and comrades. 

You sat alone, your glock-17 dismantled, as you gently cleaned it. Your nose wrinkled in disgust as you scrubbed off built up gunpowder and dried blood off the muzzle. All you had to focus on was the gentle hum of the airplane’s engine, and Ashley’s soft snoring. You were somewhat impressed that she was able to sleep after the actual nightmare that she had experienced, but you figured that she hadn’t slept in the days that she was trapped with Ganados. 

Leon, her rescuer, was also asleep. He chose to sit in the seat across from yours, you weren’t “friends”, but you accepted that he was a good ally to have within Strategic Command. His ash blonde hair fell across his closed eyes, his head was slightly tipped forward as his broad chest rose and fell as he slept. You also noted that his facial features were slightly angular, and the dim lighting of the cabin emphasized the shadows of his face.  

You put your gun back together with subtle clicks, it came mindlessly to you.You had been sent to pick up Leon and Ashley after their original extractment was shot down. There was no action you had to deal with, which meant an easy paycheck. As you slid in the empty magazine back, you heard the slightest whimper from the man across from you. 

You froze, eyes flickering up to the blonde a foot away. His fingers twitched around the armrests, his eyebrows furrowed as his face pinched with distress. A few, almost decipherable words escaped his lips with a frantic whisper, as he began to trash in his seat. Had Leon been bitten? Was he still infected with Las Plagas? Your brain spun with confusion as you frantically considered your options. 

Finally, his cobalt eyes shot open, and instantly met yours. He was breathless, his grip taught against the wooden armrests, as he began to reconnect with his sense of reality. Your heart fluttered with an uneasy feeling as the image of his fearful gaze locked deep within your very core. It scared you, almost, to see a seasoned agent with prey-like eyes. 

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, “I had a nightmare.” He averted his gaze. 

You stumbled over your words, as you swallowed deeply. “No it’s fine, I get them too.” 

Leon laughed humorlessly, clasping his hands together and looking down at his dirty knuckles. “I guess it comes with the job.” He cocked his head to the side slightly, to look out the small oval window. The ocean stretched for miles below, a dark, murky blue for as far as the eye could see. 

“Do  you want to talk about it?” You offered, anxiously rubbing your thumbs together. 

The blonde agent made a noncommittal grunt, resting his forehead on the plexiglass with a dull thump. “You can probably read about it in my file.” He mumbled, exhaustion evident in his voice. 

You snorted, a small smile poked at your cheeks. You were fully aware that your co-worker had the same perspective on “friendships with coworkers” that you had. If anything, he was more familiar with the concept than you were. He had joined STRATCOM a couple years before you had joined. In fact, he had been there long enough to become the president’s “golden boy”. 

Leon S Kennedy was good at his job. 

In this line of work, you knew that being good at your job meant witnessing the gruesome deaths of your fellow agents. A violent, disturbing ordeal that forced the best agents to suppress the parts of them that made them weaker. Typically, that meant vulnerability. 

You sighed, finally stilling your rubbing hands as the walls around you began to crumble. “I used to get nightmares after my first mission. I couldn’t sleep for like, two weeks.” You almost chuckled at the memory. “It was pretty ass, I lived off of caffeine and adrenaline.”

The man scoffed, amused. “I remember that, that was just before the mission to Chicago, right?” 

You nodded, as vivid memories of your first few days on the field flashed through your mind. The scent of rotting flesh, the screams of survivors, gunshots, more screams, infants wailing, and the chilling sound of cracking bone. Noises that you had grown familiar with, but not comfortable. Never comfortable. 

“You’ve heard of Raccoon City?” Leon asked suddenly, his gaze locked somewhere in the distance. 

“Yeah, we got a crash course on it during rookie training.” You answered.  

“I was there in 1998. I was only twenty-one, my first day as an RPD officer.” He turned away at the window to glance at you, but his eyes still held a distant fog. “It was gruesome, I was just a kid. I had witnessed more carnage and suffering than anyone should ever see in their lives.” His lips twitched into a humorless smirk. “Honestly, I didn’t even want to become a STRATCOM agent, it wasn’t exactly in my five year plan.” Leon paused, “didn’t get much of a choice, though.” 

You frowned, a slight jab of empathy poked at your heartstrings. You had heard the whispers around the office, about agent Kennedy and his connections with Raccoon City. You hadn’t paid much attention to gossip around the building, mostly since you figured it wasn’t your business. Hesitantly, you reached out to rest a hand on his firm shoulder, gently brushing your thumb against his black shirt. 

There was no need for words, you understood how he felt. Albeit, you didn’t get dragged into the agency to fight against Umbrella. You had signed up for it yourself, fully aware of the job you were getting yourself into. Leon, however, didn’t have that choice. For that reason, your heart ached for him.  

He looked up at you with wide, surprised eyes, before relaxing his shoulders underneath your warm palm. “Thank you.” The agent smiled at you, a genuine, affectionate smile that you had never dreamed of gracing Leon’s pink lips. 

You felt your cheeks flush, you returned his expression. “Anytime, Leon.”

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[enrosadiraanisaaa]

Within Session .Part Three.

Hey there cuties, do not think I forgot about y'all! This fanfic consist of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

~Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝

This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter does not contain any 🔞 material. This story will contain +18 content (NSFW) in the near future 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit.  This story will eventually hit that point so don’t set yourself up.

Summary

As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. This chapter was oddly hard to write, especially writing out a session on a serious topic. Once I was writing, I kept writing so you might find this chapter to be long! Expect the next chapter to be out in two weeks!

Hope y'all enjoy the third part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One and Part Two of Within Session

Cleared Mirror

When Leon finally mentioned to Hunnigan his need for help, he did not expect immediate validation to improve his mental health. After the Raccoon City incident in 1998, the horrifying experiences that had cost him a normal life had embedded as an inevitable trauma. The grueling military training that followed after he was captured by the US government and forced to become a government agent to protect Sherry. The underlying hazing that he endured in boot camp tested his abilities and mental state beyond his capabilities, yet it was a period of time that distracted him. Then the recent mission to Spain to save the president’s daughter and his fight against Las Plagas of Los Illuminados seemed to weigh in after losing Luis and confronting Ada Wong after a number of years.  His guilt was engulfing him at this point, so he looked forward to his first session with the referred therapist by Hunnigan.

        However, when he did arrive at the office for the scheduled session at 5PM, he did not expect a young woman to be assigned his therapist. He noticed she was preoccupied with paperwork on her desk before he knocked on the doorway door to notify her that he had arrived. Once her awareness of him occurred, she stood up from her chair to greet him. Leon instantly notices her red attire with black heels, reminding him of a certain woman.

     Without realizing it, Leon accidentally scrunches his face from the reminder. Even when you offer a seat on one of the chairs in front of your desk, a glare on his face remains for a moment. However, when Leon takes another glance at your face, he eases the features of his face, nearly dazed at the sight of your eyes and lips as you both sit across each other. For a moment he studies your facial features while you speak until a question from you returns him to reality. Leon blinks his eyes in realization and nods to the question, simply muttering,”Yes.”

          His heart nearly flutters when you provide a reassuring smile while nodding your head,”That’s okay, let’s get started, Leon,” He hears you tell him. 

      By leaning over the chair, you reach over with one hand to retrieve paperwork clipped to a clipboard from the top of your desk. Leon patiently sits in silence across from you, curious of the next course of actions. With a swift flip of the papers attached to the clipboard, you reaffirm all the necessary documents before leaning over in the chair to hand the clipboard to Leon. Once Leon had the clipboard in his possession, he curiously skimmed through the pages while you spoke,” Alright Leon, we’re going to take the first 15 minutes to get through all this annoying intake paperwork. Essentially review HIPAA concerns, consent forms, and ethical guidelines. Afterwards, I will ask more questions regarding your background, then begin discussing your reasons for therapy and goals so we can formulate a treatment plan along our sessions. How does that sound?” You question him, provided with a gentle smile.

       Leon follows with a head nod, content with the flow of the session.”Sounds good,” he immediately responds, eager to hear your voice more. Despite Leon never receiving treatment before, he was honestly impressed with your diligence.

     With the reassurance from Leon, you proceed on explaining the following paperwork.”Also, please feel welcomed to ask me any questions, I want to ensure you’re not leaving here confused and that my skills are what you’re looking for in a therapist,” You sincerely express, shifting in the chair to cross your legs.  

      There were several questions that instantly came to Leon’s thoughts: ‘How old are you?’ and ‘Are you single?’ 

“The first page contains a HIPAA authorization form, basically entailing how your medical information is disclosed and your rights regarding your medical information…''You explain, leaning over the side of the chair again to snatch a pen from your desk. With the pen in hand, you lean over the chair to hand it to Leon,”So just write today’s date, your full name, date of birth, social security, check the boxes, and provide your signature. Please let me know if you have questions,” You breathe out, observing him as Leon fills out the worksheet in silence, hearing the scribbling of the pen on paper.  

         After a moment, Leon glances back up to you, signaling he was finished with signing this section of paperwork. In this moment, you provide a smile in reassurance,”Sweet, now we can continue to the next section, which is simply covering ethical guidelines between therapist and client. If you flip over to the next page, it will clarify all the different points. When you’re done reading, just sign at the bottom,” You advise him, sinking back into the chair as Leon flips and reviews the next page of ethical guidelines.

      At this moment, several points mentioning friendship and gift exchange between client and therapist caught Leon’s attention. Therapists are legally required to maintain a professional relationship with their clients, thus can not accept gifts over a certain amount. Leon briefly glances at you, then instantly returns his sight to the paperwork on his lap. He would have to abide by these guidelines to receive treatment. With the pen in his hand, Leon inscribes his signature on the line at the bottom of the page along with writing the current date. 

    With all the paperwork finally reviewed and signed, this prompted you to clasp your hands together, instantly capturing Leon’s concentration from the paperwork on his lap up to you at the sudden noise,”Okay, we’re done with paperwork! You can set that on my desk, now we can finally get into why you’re here. I will ask a couple of questions, then you can tell me more about yourself, Leon,” You explain, your voice full of enthusiasm as you directly observe his blue orbs across the room. In response to your declaration, Leon nods his head. 

     By adjusting your throat, you then exhale before asking the first question: “Has your family or you have any history of substance abuse that is not limited to alcohol, illegal drugs, and abuse of medication?” 

From across the room, you notice Leon shakes his head,”I am not sure about my family, but not me…”

      To acknowledge him, you provide a subtle head nod to his response,”That’s okay if you don’t know. Another question: During your childhood, did you live any significant period of time with anyone other than your natural parents?” You question him, intently observing his expressions. Despite his file entailing he was an orphan, you needed more context.

      There was a momentary pause from Leon at this question, his gaze elsewhere but you as he ponders this question. He then returns his gaze to you, nodding,” Yes. I was in the foster care system until I became 18 years of age. There was an incident in my family that I don’t have much recollection on…” He tries to clarify. 

     ‘There was an incident?’ This thought comes to you, debating if this subject should be pressed on and explored. You veer your head to the clock on the wall, it was already 5:32PM. Session will be ending soon at 5:50PM and there is at least one important question left for Leon.

     With another head nod, your lips form a smile to Leon,”We can explore that at another time if you like… My last question is: What has brought you to therapy and what goals do you want to accomplish?” To some, this inquiry might seem ridiculous, but this direct question was for clients to explore their reasoning to receive therapy.

     An exasperated sigh escapes his mouth, tilting his head to the sides as it seemed he did not want to confess his sentiment. “Uh… I feel alone” He finally admits, his face expressionless.

     “At what point in your life do you feel alone?” You inquired, keeping your tone serious to Leon’s response.

      Over the span of his life, there were an absurd number of instances when he was abandoned by people. The initial example was during his childhood, when his family was massacred for unexplained reasons. He spent a considerate amount of years in the foster care system, unloved by blood. The girlfriend who broke off their relationship the night before he experienced the incident in Raccoon City. Hell, even when Claire Redfield deserted Sherry and him to search for her older brother after they barely survived that harrowing night together. Leon had to fend for Sherry when Claire had left them to the mercy of the US government. Then the infamous Ada Wong, who used him twice before vanishing without a trace. People were brief in his life, either from death or they left him.

     Despite these prominent circumstances, how would he express some of these details without explaining an incident that was covered up and immensely classified. His hands and tongue were tied, he would have to brush over this portion of his life. 

       With several blink of his eyes, Leon considers other reasons for his lonesomeness. There was an uneasy feeling that swept over him due to the unsettling silence in the room. You were attentive for his answer.

      “The nature of my job… I am too busy to involve myself in meaningful relationships,” Leon conjures, returning his gaze to those eyes that seemed too distant from him. 

     As Leon provides a response to your final question, you notice hesitation in his demeanor as if he is recollecting something traumatic. However, as a professional you can not dismiss his answer, but simply acknowledge him. 

    Since Leon was an agent of STRATCOM, no doubt that life threatening missions contributed to this sentiment. Similar among other agents and military personnel, coping with isolation and loneliness was common. 

      “Are there any particular aspects of your job that contribute to your feeling of loneliness?” You ask him in a sincere tone. With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, there were only a few minutes of session. Damm…

Leon noticed your glance to the clock on the wall, yet continued to speak,” People are temporary in my line of work…” He admits, noticing the hands of the clock were at 5:46pm.”Session is done already, huh?” Leon comments, returning his attention to you for confirmation. 

       A faint smile forms on your lips, nod slightly.”Unfortunately…but we can continue this subject next session..” You respond, standing from the chair to retrieve another clipboard from your desk, consisting of another signature page. “Before you leave, if I could get your signature. I did check your health insurance and it’s all good to go. They require a client signature to authorize that you received treatment today,” You inform him, offering the clipboard to him with both hands. 

     Leon stands from his seat, taking the clipboard with one hand while his other hand grasps the pen attached to the clipboard. After signing his signature at the bottom of the sheet, he returns the clipboard back into your possession with a faint smile on his lips.

     You reciprocate the same faint smile on your face,”Alright Leon, it was a pleasure to meet you today. I really recommend writing any thoughts or topics you want to speak about in a small notebook for our sessions, that way you don’t forget… but other than that. You are free to go. I look forward to seeing you on Friday at 5PM. If you need to reach me for any reason, definitely reach me by email or my work number.” You mention, leaning on your desk. 

       With a nod from Leon, offering a cheeky grin,”Yes ma'am. I will see you on Friday then, stay warm...” He comments, noticeably glancing at your body up and down, implying your poor choice in your red attire. At those words, Leon turns around to exit your office, leaving you alone in silence. 

     This was definitely an interesting client, there was no doubt in Leon’s charisma and intellect. 

[owliellder]

Handle with Care

Leon Kennedy x afab Demon! Reader

MDNI 18+

Description: Still brand new to working as a STRATCOM agent, Leon and another young agent are sent to investigate similar reports of a strange creature roaming a small town. (Taking place a year after RE2)

Warnings: Porn with plot, slight dub-con, no use of y/n, minor violence, guns, knives, a lil sprinkle of angst, swearing, manipulation, mentions of blood, non-detailed description of animal death.

Tags: Significant size difference, Dominant! reader, Submissive! Leon, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), semi-public sex, dirty talk, praise + degradation kink, neck biting, hickeys, begging, possessive behavior, spit kink, light choking, oral sex (cunnilingus and a slobbery blowjob), multiple orgasms, creampie, slight aftercare

this is my first fic, I have zero idea what I'm doing. I just needed some crazy self indulgence. pacing is probably super weird cause i'm really tired. kinda did this to stay awake at work. also this is not proofread, so if you see a super random word just know i'm sleep deprived and autocorrect is wack

It was late when Leon and another agent around his age, Trevor, were sent out to a small town neighboring Omaha, having been briefed on their task a couple days beforehand.

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"...an easy task. I trust it won't take you two long to have it under control" an older man grumbled out, looking at the two young men sitting across from him at his desk as they looked over the vague information handed to them moments prior. The man leaned back in his office chair, letting out a low sigh at their worried looks. "You're not made to handle it yourselves, just have to follow protocol; call it in, keep the area secure, and the subject contained to the best of your abilities while you wait for us. Got it?"

Leon was the first to nod, which prompted Trevor to do the same, albeit less confidently. "Understood, Commander..." Leon responded, his voice wavering ever so slightly as the situation slowly dawned on him.

He hadn't dealt with anything like this since Raccoon City, which was still fresh in his mind. The screams, the blood, the bodies-

"I'm putting a lot of faith in the two of you." The commander's voice cut through Leon's thoughts, pulling him out of his small trance long enough to respond quickly. "Thank you for trusting us with this, Commander. We'll act accordingly."

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Trevor was busy tapping his fingers against the steering wheel of the unmarked black SUV they were in, slowly driving around the empty streets of the town in search of their target. They had to remain vigilant, which meant no music. Talking, however, was allowed as long as they didn't discuss sensitive information.

"It's probably just some fucked up dog." Trevor said, keeping his focus on the road with an irritated look on his face. "I was talking with some of the others before we left and they all said these types of sightings always end up being nothing..."

Leon moved his gaze from the passenger window to his partner, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. "Better to check it out than to leave it." he stated simply, his voice hushed. Don't get Leon wrong, he didn't want to be here either. It was already 1:20am and all he wanted to do was lay in his bed. He didn't feel ready enough for this, back out working to protect the people, but as an agent instead of a cop. He signed up to fight criminals, not horrors beyond his comprehension.

Trevor groaned, the car coming to a creeping halt in the middle of the two lane road as he dramatically slammed his forehead against the steering wheel. "I don't know, dude," he turned his head to look over at Leon, his lips pulled back in a thin line. "I just feel like we're being sent out on a wild goose chase. They have us training to handle the weirdest shit, yet they want us out here because 'we've had some sightings'?" Trevor sighed, lifting his head up slightly to throw the car into park before leaning back in the seat, his shoulders slumped. Leon nodded silently while giving the dramatic man an awkward look, slowly turning his head to look out the window again.

The SUV sat parked in the deserted street for over an hour before Leon spotted something out of the corner of his eye, lifting his head up from where it rested in his hand. He nudged Trevor, who was busy messing around with the pocket button on his shirt, before silently pointing his index finger towards the windshield.

"What? You see something?" Trevor asked, voice raspy from exhaustion. He squinted as he leaned forward, trying to focus on what Leon had pointed at. "I'm-.. I'm not seeing anything." Leon wiped under his left eye with an annoyed sigh at that, closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself. "In that parking garage across the block-" he leaned more towards Trevor, helping his gaze follow where he was pointing, "there's something moving up there. I can see light."

Trevor cocked an eyebrow as he finally spotted what Leon had been looking at, turning away to look at him questioningly. "....so?"

"So?! Are you serious?! Did you even read the file? This town has a curfew!"

"It's probably just some random homeless dude looking for a spot to set up."

"Even if it's just some random homeless dude, we're supposed to check out any activity we see tonight." Leon whispered harshly while he gestured for Trevor to start driving, which he did with an attitude.

The two drove over to the parking garage, Leon proudly noting the toll booth and the hours for the structure posted on a sign next to the barrier gate once they pulled up across the street. The other agent seemed less than impressed, shaking his head slightly as he parked the car, turned it off, and slipped out along with Leon.

They gave each other a quick once over, making sure they both had their proper equipment before stalking across the street and into the parking garage. Both flashlights now on, they cautiously looked around the empty parking garage, walking up the steep platform to the second level.

"I think I saw it on the third level, but they could've moved.." Leon whispered, his gun drawn in his right hand while the left sat over the right, holding the flashlight. Trevor nodded silently in acknowledgement, walking behind and slightly to the right of the Leon

The two men grew ever anxious as they made their way around the parking garage, slowing down their already cautious walk once the faint glow of a light could be seen hitting against the wall that held a single elevator and a door to a staircase. They paused briefly to give each other a quick glance before continuing on upwards, slowly rounding the corner while trying to remain as silent as possible.

Leon was the first to make it around the corner, if only by a second, before he quickly threw his hand back against Trevor's chest. He pushed the man back while stepping back himself, both hidden just around the corner by a large concrete support. Trevor gave him an incredulous look, though he made sure not to make any noise.

"There's something standing at the top." Leon whispered, clicking his flashlight off as he furrowed his eyebrows. The other agent followed suit, turning his flashlight off with a now very confused expression. "It was big. Looked like it was ducking underneath the beams.." Leon continued, his voice quieting even further.

Trevor leaned in so he could at least understand his partner, tilting his body to the right slightly to try and catch a glimpse of whatever he saw. "Okay, I'll uh-... let me head back down to the car so I can radio this in. Don't want the sound alerting whatever it is." he whispered back before nodding to himself.

"Yeah-..yeah, okay. I'll make sure it doesn't make a run for it." Leon responded, tucking the flashlight into its designated loop on his tactical belt as Trevor quietly shuffled back down the levels of the parking garage.

With his gun at the ready, Leon slowly peaked his head from the concrete support, trying to catalogue the details of the creature in his head as best as he could;

Over 8 feet tall, dark grey horns on its head.. those look like goat ears. what? ...muscular, broad shoulders... claws? Fur starting below the knees, cloven hooves, and is that a tail? Okay... is it not wearing clothes- what the hell am I looking at?

Leon's expression gradually turned more into a more baffled look as he took in the creature's features. He could only tell so much, considering its back was facing him. The fuck is it doing?

The young man figured his partner didn't want to radio him to tell him he alerted the higher ups, seeing as the sound might give away his position, so he remained in position.

...

He swore he only looked away for a second, but the creature had vanished, the faint sound of its hooves striking the pavement echoing through the parking garage. Assuming the creature was continuing to walk upwards, he quickly moved from his hiding spot to shuffle upwards, remaining slightly crouched down as he positioned his gun in front of him. Noticing the dead deer sitting near the corner of the lot, he grimaced. The poor thing was torn to shreds. Leon shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand as be pressed his back against the next concrete column that stood where the next corner was, taking a moment to breathe before cautiously peaking his head around it.

"Boo."

A face meeting his startled him backwards, almost losing the grip he had on his gun. He could hear a breathy laugh as he attempted to quickly reorient himself.

"You know I could hear you down there." You spoke with a smirk, standing upright fully so you were towering over Leon, looking down at him. "Im not deaf."

Leon shakily held his gun out towards you, taking quick steps back to add distance. "Stay-.. Stay right there! Don't move any closer or I'll-"

"You'll what? You'll shoot me? Gonna call for your friend?" Cutting him off with a low chuckle, you stared down at him with lidded eyes, smirk growing at his obvious fear. When he didn't respond, you took a large step closer to him which caused him to scramble back, almost tripping over himself.

You crouched down again, smirk slowly turning to a frown as you glared at him. "Thaaat's right. I didn't think so." There was a brief moment of silence before you took a couple quick steps forward, smacking the gun out of his hands with a snarl. It fell to the ground with a loud clatter, sliding numerous feet away.

Leon only had his knife left, but he was frozen with fear. Grabbing the front of his shirt, you yanked him upwards slightly as you tilted your head down to breathe him in, closing your eyes all the while. A low purr rumbled from your chest as you took in his scent, further burying your face into his neck before slowly pulling back to lick your lips.

He was stuck watching your obscenely long and pointy tongue poke out from your mouth, your sharp teeth and large canines on full display as you grinned at his scared expression. "You reek of fear. Not built for whatever job has you out here watching me."

With that, you let go of him. He fell to the floor with a pained gasp, his knees having buckled the moment you grabbed him.

You stood back up fully once more, staring down at Leon with an almost curious expression as he looked back up at you. He was on the verge of tears. He knew he wasn't ready to fight the infected again, but he wasn't expecting whatever you are to be so... different...

"What's the matter, sweet boy? Demon got your tongue?" You smirked again, hooves scraping against the pavement as you crept towards where he laid. He let out a small whimper, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as he watched you move closer. Once your hooves sat where his feet were, you let out a sigh, expression softening.

You hunched over, carefully unclipping his tactical belt from his waist before tossing it in the general direction his gun went minutes ago. Leon closed his eyes with a soft sob, expecting the worst as you now stood right over the top of him. Instead, he felt your large hand gently caress his cheek, wiping away the tears that fell.

Looking up at you through watery eyes, he sniffled, bottom lip trembling as he gave you a confused look. "I know I should just kill you now, but god, you're probably the most adorable human I've seen." You hummed, shifting slightly so your knee sat between his legs when you crouched down. "Got that cute pouty lip, pretty eyes..." your voice trailed off slightly as you complimented the frightened agent laying underneath you.

Leon was even more confused now, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as you continued to stroke his cheek. He didn't try to move out from underneath you, but he wanted to.

"I can tell you're just a fragile one." You spoke, your voice falling to a low growl. "Shouldn't be working with things like me. You'll get hurt..." Leon let out a gasp as you suddenly grabbed the tops of his clothed thighs, pulling him closer to you. "W-wait! Wait! Wait!" He yelled, finally willing his hands to move so he could try and pull yours from his legs. "D-don't-!"

You shushed him softly, hunching over him so your face was right above his. Your sharp claws dug into his thighs as you tightened your grip, not enough to break skin but enough to be uncomfortable. "I won't hurt you, sweet thing. Just wanna get a better look at you..."

As you began to run your hands up from Leon's thighs to his waist, he couldn't help but look down towards your hands, his brain suddenly processing the fact that your naked and very human-like! Despite the demonic features, of course. Your breasts were fully in view to him, and though your crotch was also in view, it was covered in a thick patch of fur.

"H-hey, don't- what are you doing...?" Leon spoke, his voice shaky and hushed. Growing awkward with the strange situation, he began to squirm a bit under your touch, the flush on his cheeks from his crying quickly deepening with embarrassment.

"Stop moving.." You growled into his ear, voice low and commanding. You watched your hands trail around his body, claws snagging quite a few times on the fabric of his clothes. You took the opportunity to bury your face into his neck again, breathing in his sweet musk.

Leon had no idea what was going on. Obviously this was better than being mauled to death, but he wasn't trained for *this*. Aggressive monsters he could handle, what was he suppose to do with the ones that apparently want to seduce him? He was hoping Trevor would come back soon, but he probably decided to wait outside the parking garage to make sure this beast didn't make a run for it.

"C-can I just-?" "No." You were quick to cut him off, face still buried in his neck while you felt him up.

He'd be lying if he said the attention wasn't making him hard, even if the situation was weirding him out. He hadn't touched himself in over a year since all he felt was shame and guilt every time he tried, the trauma Raccoon City caused really did a number on his psyche.

Your hands were warm, large, Leon didn't know how he felt about it. He was only a couple inches away from being 6 feet, but there was something about having a beast that was so much bigger touch him this way. It was freeing.

The sound of Leon's static filled radio echoing from across the pavement caused you to turn your head to look over at it, those goat ears of yours perking up as you listened. Kinda cute for a demon. "Looks like your friend is calling for you.." you whispered, slowly standing up while bringing him up with you by the collar of his shirt.

You dragged him over to the radio, yanking it from the belt before holding it up to mouth. "Go on. Why don't you tell him you've got it under control?" your voice was so sultry now. It made him shiver.

Leon did as he was told, watching you press the button so he could tell Trevor that he lost track of you and that he was going to survey the rest of the parking garage's levels before coming back down. You listened with a smirk as Trevor quickly responded back, acknowledging his decision.

You let the radio fall once it went silent, what sounded like a purr rumbling from your throat as you wrapped your arms loosely around his chest, hands pressed flat against his pecs with clawed fingers splayed out. "Good boy, Leon..." you cooed into his ear, having heard his name when Trevor responded through the radio.

Leon swallowed dryly at your praise, his blush immediately returning before looking down at your hands, watching as you began to unbutton his shirt. "Come on now... Let me take care of you.."

Something must be laced with your voice cause it was really starting to fog his mind. He should be scared, fighting for his life, shouting for help, anything, but he couldn't. He was too focused on the way your hands felt against his now exposed skin, helping you as you gently pulled his shirt off his shoulders and out from where it was tucked into his pants.

The agent let you guide him back down to the ground, watching as you unbuttoned his pants, sitting propped up on his elbows. The hook on your claw grabbed the hole in his zipper, pulling it down slowly. You instructed him to lift his hips, and from there, both his pants and boxers were swiftly tugged down and tossed aside.

It was a warmer night, thank god, so he didn't have to worry about freezing to death. Gave him room to worry about those claws as your hand wrapped around his dick. He groaned weakly at your grip, eyes closing partially as his blush spread down to his exposed chest.

"Such a pretty cock, but I wouldn't expect anything else from a pretty boy like you." You chuckled lowly, your breath hot against his dick as you languidly stroked it. Before he knew it, your tongue had come back out of your mouth to take the place of your hand, wrapping it around his shaft.

It was such an intense feeling; the way the tip of his cock sat against your tongue in your mouth, how it wriggled around every inch of his thick sex, the amount of drool that oozed from your mouth, running down your tongue so it absolutely coated him. The wet sound it made was so obscene.

Leon covered his mouth with his left hand while the right weakly gripped one of your horns, wanting to muffle his whimpers and moans so they wouldn't echo and alert the other agent just outside. He still babbled on quietly; "F-fuck..ple-ase, thatfeelssogood-.. fuck! oooh god... pleasepleaseplease-..!"

You chuckled softly, moving your head down to wrap your mouth fully around his cock, continuing to work your tongue around it as you sucked simultaneously. You repeated the process a few times, pulling your head back to stroke him with your tongue before sucking again. His noises were so pathetic, it was adorable.

Eventually, you pulled your head away fully, tongue slowly unraveling from his cock with a breathy laugh. Leon whined loudly, looking absolutely spent, his face fully flushed pink and his eyes closed, now fully laying back against the rough pavement. You hadn't let him finish, he was so close.

"You taste as sweet as you look..." You hummed, licking your lips to savor the taste of the man. It was easy to manhandle to sit up on his knees, watching in a trance as you turned around, laying your chest flat against the ground as you kept your ass lifted up. "Come on, baby boy. Let's put that mouth of yours to good use.."

Your tail, long and thick, snaked around Leon's neck, squeezing ever so gently as you used it to pull his face down into your crotch. He groaned, bringing his shaking hands up to part the fur covering your cunt before quickly starting to lap at your folds, whimpering at the taste.

You smiled, letting out a soft sigh as he moved his hand underneath to circle your clit with his thumb. You made sure to keep your tail wrapped around his neck, keeping his face firmly pressed into your pussy. He was good with his mouth, whimpering and moaning into you every time you praised him;

"Good boy..."

"Doing such a good job for me.."

"That's right, use that pretty mouth."

"Bet you look adorable, all messy and pussydrunk.."

Leon felt so good, weakly stroking his cock with one hand while he kept your pussy parted with the other, his lips and chin wet with your slick as he continued to eat you out sloppily. He was soaking up your words like a sponge, it's been so long since he'd been taken care of like this. Who knew all he needed was a bit of some domineering attention? Doesn't really matter if it's coming from a demon or not, apparently.

His dick was still fully covered in your saliva, making it all the more nicer to stroke it while he tended to you. The feeling of your tail wrapped around his neck, your sultry voice speaking words of encouragement, the taste and smell of your cunt, and the way his hand thrusted lazily over his cock caused his orgasm to quickly build up, whispering rambled nonsense as he spurted cum across the floor underneath you with weak moans and shuddering breaths.

You cooed, moving your tail from around his neck down to his waist, pulling him up so he was standing on his knees and not sitting back on his haunches anymore. He moved his hands up to stabilize himself, holding tightly onto your hips with a dazed expression.

"Felt good, didn't it, handsome?" You whispered, prompting him to nod lazily as he stared down at your ass, moving his right hand to grab at the base of your tail. Wonder how that works..

You chuckled, furry ears tilting back to listen in on him easier. "Well don't leave me hanging, baby. I can feel you pressing against my leg.." You pulled him closer with your tail, causing his dick to grind against the inside of your thigh.

Leon groaned at that, so sensitive from his orgasm barely a minute ago. He was already rock solid again, letting his hands feel around your ass for a moment before standing up a bit so he could position himself at your leaking hole. He steadied his hands, gripping your hips tightly as he pushed himself into you slowly.

Despite being vastly bigger than him, you were still so tight, wrapping around his cock so good, all warm and soft inside. He let out a long and drawn out whine, throwing his head back as he clenched his teeth. "I-oh god you're so soft-..f-fuck! So wet.. hghh~.. shitshitshit-" He trembled as he began to thrust, drooling onto your lower back a bit as he worked himself in and out.

Leon's pace rapidly sped up, the sound of wet skin slapping and your moans echoing quietly as he was brought closer to another orgasm. He was still reeling from the first one, moving his right hand up to tightly grab the base of your tail again to use as leverage for his fast and sloppy thrusts.

He came again with a strangled cry, feeling your silky walls milk him dry. It had been so long since he'd even cum once. His body continuing to tremble as he carefully slipped his overly sensitive cock out of your entrance, whimpering quietly with every ragged breath he let out. You let your tail slowly slip from around him so he could lay back against the concrete column, standing up with a satisfied hum as his cum dribbled out of you.

Seconds later, you began to collect his abandoned clothing, giving him the few moments to calm down and recollect himself a bit. Once you had gathered all of his items, you helped him redress, even buttoning up and tucking his shirt into his pants for him. All he could do was stare at your hands as they fixed him up, dazed and tired.

"There we go. Back to looking all professional." You giggled, bending down a bit to nip at Leon's neck. His hands immediately flew into your hair, moaning as you licked and sucked at his adam's apple. You pulled away soon after to admire your work as the hickeys already began to show, a few red indents left from your sharp teeth.

"If anyone asks, you won the fight. Okay, baby boy?"

[labrxnth]

Misery Loves Company(Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 1: Misery Loves Company

CW: alcohol, drunkeness

WC: 6,711

Summary: After a shitty day of work, (y/n) does what she does best- drink it away. Hunnigan, concerned for her, texts a friend for a wellness check. 

Thought about this being Re4remake Leon Specifically, but you can see it as either the Remake or the OG one. His attitude and general demeanor is more aimed towards the Remake one though. 

(Y/n) was starting to really hate Stratcom. Everything that she did: working overtime, running drills over and over again, putting up with the other agents, it felt like it was in vain. All she wanted was an ounce of recognition for her hard work, maybe throw in a vacation for good measure. However, the thought of telling anyone about her craving for attention was enough to send her spiraling. 

As much as she wanted someone to tell her that she did a good job, she would never ask. 

Every time she deflected a higher officer’s knife and watched their back hit the mat, she looked at her mentor waiting for a smile, nod in respect, anything. But she was met with a cold, calculating stare and a mountain of paperwork. 

The only thing keeping her from walking out the door was the haunting image of one of her coworkers being sent to bring her back in. That, and the pay wasn’t awful. 

She was walking down the dark hallway that led from the training grounds to the offices. The hallway’s lights were always dim, but the darkness and cold were welcoming to her; they were familiar. She looked down at her hands, the knuckles bruised and bloody and shook her head to herself. 

No matter how much she beat her body, it wasn’t good enough for Stratcom; it would never be. 

After the usual 5 minute walk down the hallway, (y/n) stood in front of the door to the offices. She did a quick check, making sure her (h/c) hair was neat, her clothes the same. After about 30 seconds of touch ups, she walked through the door and squinted as her (e/c) eyes adjusted to the change from the dim hallway to the bright fluorescent office. 

She quickly made her away around the D.O.S. cubicles, refusing to walk through them. Even though it would spare her about 30 seconds, her training session left a sour taste in her mouth. A sour taste enough to want everyone else to fuck off and leave her alone. 

As she walked past a familiar figure, she begged whatever deity was watching over her that they wouldn't turn around. 

“Have a bad session?” The familiar figure turned around in her chair. 

This was why (y/n) wasn’t religious. 

“Hunnigan,” (y/n) said. She swallowed down her frustration and tried to flash the woman in front of her a smile. Hunnigan’s dark brown eyes seemed to scan over (y/n); even through her glasses, (y/n) could feel her staring. 

“You should probably take a few before you go into the agent office,” Hunnigan finally said. 

(Y/n) cracked her knuckles nervously. “I’ll be fine,” She said shortly. 

Hunnigan swiveled back to face her computer. “You have tear stains under your eyes.” She replied and went back to working. 

“Oh shit, thanks,” (y/n) mumbled. She made her way over to the office bathroom and sighed when she looked in the mirror to see her reflection. The tears of frustration that she thought had been stifled were dried on her cheekbones. Taking a paper towel, she wet it with warm water and ran it under her eyes, sighing at the relief the warm water brought her face muscles. 

After a few swipes, she threw away the paper towel and took a few deep breaths. She gripped the cold porcelain sink and dropped her head. 

“Just get through today,” She muttered to herself. 

(Y/n) stood up, stretched her arms, and rolled her shoulders a few times. Walking out of the bathroom and towards the agent offices, she felt more content than when she walked in. 

As soon as the clock hit 6:00pm, (y/n) was logging off of her computer, getting ready to leave. She stood up, collected her things, and ducked out of the agent office before anyone could say anything. 

It was tempting to sprint through the cubicles, knowing that Hunnigan would stop her on the way out. But she knew that if she did, people would talk around the office. Rumors spread around Stratcom like a wildfire; after all, people liked taking the joy in the little human things when they were literally defending the countryt. 

As she walked past Hunnigan’s cubicle an arm lightly grabbed her’s. (Y/n) looked to her side and saw the dark brown eyes staring at her again, but this time they were filled with a gentleness and not calculation. 

“Text me about it,” She said quietly. (Y/n) nodded in reply and felt the arm let her go. 

She walked to the parking lot and made her way to her car. 

She slid in the driver’s seat and turned the ignition, feeling the car come to life. The radio turned on and (y/n) flipped it to a station where she could just sit and listen to. Before she processed it, her arms were already driving to the bar near her house. 

(Y/n) parked her car and sat in the seat, asking herself if she really thought this would be a good thing to do. Her brain was telling her not to get shit-faced, she had work again tomorrow, but it was that exact work that was making her heart tell her to get shitfaced. 

Before she got out of the car, her phone lit up with a little buzz. She held it up to her face to read the text from her friend. 

What happened?

                  -Ingrid   

Nothing, I was just overreacting

-(y/n) 

Funny. I know you usually underreact to things

                                                               -Ingrid                        

it was nothing really… just training being a bitch

-(y/n)

You know if you told a certain someone that would change

                                                                                  -Ingrid 

     Absolutely not. Everyone will hate me more than they do. And I think you give him more credit than he deserves. 

-(y/n)

I’m telling him to talk to you :)

                                  -Ingrid

  Fuck you :)

-(y/n)

(Y/n) sent the reply and sighed in frustration. She grabbed her wallet and headed into the bar, not excited about how the rest of the night was going to go. If she actually had the balls she claimed she would, she’d tell him off every time he showed up and tried to get her to stop drinking. The fucking hypocrite always took her drink and finish it himself. 

Part of her was happy he was back from whatever mission he had been on for the past week, but she wasn’t happy that this was how they’d meet back up. She slid into the booth, expecting her plus one to show up sometime. It seemed that whenever Hunnigan sent him in for a wellness check on (y/n) he appeared out of thin air in no time flat. It was annoying to her self-destruction tendencies, but kind and sweet at the same time.

The weird dichotomy that their relationship walked was enough to send anyone’s head into a spiral. One minute, they were arm in arm getting coffee together, and the next they were staring daggers into the other, telling each other how much they sucked; the latter usually happened when one of them found the other making poor choices. 

Sometimes, (y/n) thought that Leon would become something else to her, but she had given up that dream a couple of years ago. She knew that he was alone for safety, he didn’t want to be vulnerable to anyone, vulnerability would mean death to him. The vodka redbull sitting on the table was starting to call to her as her thoughts drifted towards her friend. No matter how much she tried to get him to open up to her, there was a wall that he didn’t let anyone pass. 

Just another sign that (y/n) wasn’t good enough for recognition. 

She huffed a frustrated sigh and downed the drink in one go. Afterwards, she ordered a couple of shots and threw them back as soon as they arrived at the booth. (Y/n) heard her phone vibrate in her pocket, but she ignored it. 

Her mind swirled with thoughts of today’s sparring practice and everything that led up to it. She could feel the bad vibes swirling in the space around her until a familiar figure slid into the booth opposite of her. 

(Y/n)’s eyes widened at the sight of her friend across from her. “Leon,” she said. He had new cuts and scars all over his arms, being accented by the dark t-shirt he was wearing. His hands were calloused more than when he left, some burn markings on them. What caught (y/n)’s attention the most was the look on his face; he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks by his hollowed cheeks, his eyes bags, and a far away, glossy stare. 

Leon looked her up and down. She was waiting for him to take away the drink she was working on, but he ordered a drink for himself. As soon as the drink hit the table, it was almost gone. 

“What the fuck happed?” (y/n) asked. 

“I was asked to retrieve the President’s daughter from an infected village,” he said shortly. “I need a drinking buddy.” 

She nodded and sat in silence with him for a while, drinking.

“So what happened to you?” He asked and nodded at her scabbed over knuckles. 

“You know, the usual. Trainers thinking it’ll challenge me more if I spar higher ups. I had the bastard on the mat in no time, but I still got assigned extra drills.” 

“Shit,”

“You said it,” She replied and threw back another shot. “You wanna talk about the mission orrrr…” she trailed off. 

“Confidential,” he said. “But with the shit that I went through, I’m surprised I haven’t run away to be a hermit in the woods,” he snickered at his joke. 

“They give you any vacation time?” 

“Two days. I’m back tomorrow,”

“Shiiit,” She looked at him with an apologetic stare. “Sucks being Stratcom’s favorite, huh?” She looked down at her drink glass. 

“You said it,” Leon said and leaned back in the booth. He smirked at how they mirrored each other’s words. 

(Y/n) watched his ash blonde hair fall into his face and her thoughts wandered. She would’ve been able to push down the thoughts that crept into her mind if she was sober, but she couldn’t help from imagining how soft his hair must feel if she ran her fingers through it. Even after a mission from hell, he looked damn good. 

“You okay? How much have you had to drink already?” Leon’s voice pulled her out from her thoughts. He was staring into her soul, an eyebrow raised. 

“Not too much,” (Y/n) replied back. Leon looked at the empty glasses on the table and looked back at her with a look that said yeah fucking right. 

“Hunnigan said you cried today,” His eyes kept their pointed stare at her. No matter how good looking he was, Leon wasn’t the most subtle person on the planet and it made some people unnerved, but she could handle it. 

(Y/n) took a deep breath and sighed, silently cursing Ingrid. With her filter gone, she was ready to spill everything to her friend sitting across the bar; especially when he was looking at her like that. He was staring her down like he stared her down during sparring. It was a pointed stare, brows furrowed, and focused eyes; like an animal tracking its prey right before it struck. 

“I just feel like I’m never enough for anything, or anyone.” She said very quietly. “Everyday feels like hell, my body gets more bruised than I think it can. I’m chasing impossible praise and I never get even a slight smile, nod, or acknowledgement.” 

Leon kept his stare on her, making her stomach turn. Even if (y/n) was sober, she’d probably fold under that intense stare; he sure did know how to get a confession out of someone. 

“It just feels like too much,” (y/n) said softly. She watched his face soften and he slid into her side of the booth. 

“You’re a great agent. Training does suck, but you gotta get through it,” He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Plus, I need my partner back on the field with me.”

She chuckled and looked down at the empty glass. “You’re completely lost without me,” she said.

“If I had been able to bring you with me, we would’ve finished that mission in a day,” He sighed, a bitterness in his voice. His eyes drifted off like he was lost in a memory.  

(Y/n)’s body was starting to process his hand on her shoulder and the tips of her ears had a light pink blush on it. She looked up at his sky blue eyes and almost melted in them. “I missed you…. A lot,” she whispered. “Even though I’m an asshole to you, I missed you,”

Leon snapped back to reality and looked at her (e/c) eyes. “I missed you too,” he said back. “Sometimes I need someone to be an asshole to me, people here treat me too well.”

Her eyes flicked back and forth between his eyes and his lips, wanting them to be locked with hers. Her thoughts started to wander to him holding her, kissing her, saying her name filled with love and lust. She wondered what kind of sounds he was able to make, what sounds she could get out of him and what he could get out of her. “....I love you,” (Y/n) blurted out.

She saw a change in Leon’s face that she couldn’t place and he got up out of the booth. He put money on the table for the bill and looked at her. 

“You’ve had too much to drink,” He said flatly. “Come on, I’m taking you home.” 

 Her face drained of color and she nodded, knowing that she had said something wrong, but not remembering what she just said. She nodded and got up, taking the hand that Leon offered her.

The car ride back to (y/n)’s apartment was the most awkward one she had ever taken. She sat in the passenger seat, reeling over trying to figure out what she said and reeling even more from Leon’s driving. Every time she let him drive it usually was followed with obscenities and the question of how the hell he got his license. There was a reason why his driving was infamous and it felt like signing a will whenever he was given the keys. Every turn made her stomach lurch as she tried to hold onto her chair. The radio was on, but it was really quiet and Leon was humming along to it. (Y/n) stayed silent, scared to make her situation worse. 

They pulled into the parking lot with a screech of the car tires. “Another happy landing,” Leon hummed. (Y/n)’s stomach felt like it was turned inside out and it took all of her strength to not puke all over the inside of his car. 

He got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for (y/n). She unbuckled herself and almost threw herself into Leon. The air was cold, a quick change from the warm car that she stumbled out of. 

Leon put one of her arms around his shoulders and put his arm around her waist. “24L right?” He asked and looked down at the slumped over woman. 

She mumbled an agreement and leaned on his shoulder for some sort of warmth. Leon kicked the passenger door closed and opened the back seat door. He grabbed a tan, fluffy, leather jacket from the back and put it on her. “Better?” He asked. She mumbled something else in reply and smiled into the jacket. 

Leon tried hiding a blush and felt the tips of his ears turn a light pink. “You better give that back to me tomorrow at work, it’s a replacement for one that got stolen on my mission.” He grumbled. He carried (y/n) to her apartment and looked to her for the key. After seeing that she was asleep against him, he dug through her purse to find the key. 

He unlocked her apartment and brought her inside. 

(Y/n) woke up with a throbbing headache and nausea that threatened to empty everything in her stomach from the past couple of days. Her hand made its way to her head and she felt something stuck to it. “What the fuck?” she grumbled and ripped a sticky note off of her forehead. After she put on her glasses, she turned the note over, seeing simple handwriting on it. 

Brought you home, wiped off your makeup and gave you pjs. Dont worry, didnt see anything. Give my jacket back, its expensive. If you meant what you said, give me a call. -Leon 

Confused, she rubbed her temple and looked over, Leon’s tan jacket catching her eyes on the bed next to her. She was trying to think of what Leon said by “if you meant what you said”. Her eyes went wide as she remembered saying three words to him. The three words that drew a wall in their friendship, the three words that she knew Leon was terrified of. The three words that meant that she would finally be enough for someone. Her mind raced as memories flashed in her head of her drunkenly saying them. 

Leon and her both knew she’d be lying if he didn’t get a phone call.

Leon would be lying if he said he didn’t wait for it.  

Can also be found on my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46581286/chapters/117301843

[charcuteriecrab]

I can't escape this now, unless you show me how (Chapter 17) by @sunhatllama and @leon-thot-kennedy

Chapters: 17/27

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield, Chris Redfield/Albert Wesker, Claire Redfield/Jill Valentine, Leon S. Kennedy & Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy & Claire Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy & Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield & Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield & Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield & Jill Valentine

Characters: Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Leon S. Kennedy, Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Whump, Blood and Injury, Gore, to be safe, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Game: Resident Evil 5, Trauma, Mind Control, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, (not between Leon and Chris), chreon, Slow Burn, Kinda, Romance, Nightmares, Illnesses, Hospitalization, Dehumanization, Developing Relationship, Abusive Relationships, (again not between Leon and Chris), Misunderstandings, Bio Organic Weapons | B.O.W.s (Resident Evil), Explicit Sexual Content, Hurt Leon S. Kennedy, Hurt Chris Redfield, Protective Leon S. Kennedy, Protective Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Torture, Graphic Description of Injuries, Fluff, Getting Together, Therapy

Series: Part 10 of SunhatLlama's RE Fics

Summary:

"Claire? I'm surprised to hear your voice. I don't remember you letting go of an argument this quickly," he joked, knowing it was in poor taste. However, when she started to talk, he never would have imagined what she was about to say.

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When Chris dies, Leon's heart goes with him. And when rumors of Wesker returning start to pop up, Jill knows there's only one person to have by her side as she takes down the previous STARS captain for good.

Or: A Resident Evil 5 AU

Leon was at work, attending an important meeting with some STRAT higher-ups. Something about wanting more agents stationed at the White House. He had been reluctant to turn his cell off but Chris had been fine every day up until today, why would it be any different? He listened to the person leading the meeting ramble on and on, the man droning about things that really didn’t matter None of these people really knew the horrors they were supposedly fighting against. Leon started to feel…off. His guts twisted against his suit as he sat in the office chair. Leon excused himself to run to the restroom, turning on his phone.

Something didn't feel right.

Leon looked at his phone to see a voicemail message from Chris. Fuck. He dialed it, eyes going wide when he heard the message:

"It's Chris...someone broke into the house...The pets are okay. Hurry home if you can."

Leon ran right out of the building and hopped on his bike. Fuck STRATCOM, this was more important.

Chris hadn't sounded good at all.

[i-can-sabotage-me-bi-myself]

How'd We End Up Like This?

AO3

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Chapters: 1/?

Word Count: 1.3K

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, slight nsfw, RE4 Remake spoilers

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy/female!reader

Summary: The reader is struck by some mysterious aching in her back during her and Leon's mission to save the President's daughter. The pain is revealed to be something far greater than she anticipated. Will this jeopardize her relationship with Leon?

Chapter 1: The Village

It happened on one of your missions. Of course it did. 

You were slower with your reflexes to attacks. As an agent in STRATCOM, this was highly unusual. Your partner and lover, Leon, had noticed, while the two of you were on your mission in Spain. 

You first took notice to the slow reactions when doing, or trying, a roundhouse kick on a Ganado at the lakeside settlement. Your body decided nope, you're not doing that, and surprisingly, you agreed. The act of even attempting it sent a rigid feeling, or perhaps a pretty nasty sting, to your back.

When you stopped to catch your breath, one Ganado lunged for your throat. You repeatedly punched the bastard to death, with little to no trouble. However, unbeknownst to you, there were two others behind you. One Ganado kicked the back of your knees, and before you could even react, you were pinned to the ground, and they kicked you. In the back. Repeatedly. 

They were possessed but that didn't make them stupid, you supposed. They must have noticed your reaction to the pain in your back, which was now being beaten like a fucking punching bag. 

Despite it hurting like a bitch, you're able to unsheathe your combat knife, and roll over to swipe at their legs. Before you can whip out your handgun, two shots ring out, and the two Ganados promptly drop dead. Leon helps you up, grasping your arms ever so delicately. 

"You alright?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." You answer, slightly out of breath. Leon only nods, looking back ahead on the path, but you don't miss the concerned look that grazes his features. 

This has never happened before. What the fuck is going on with me? 

* 

Despite the occasional flash of pain that inflicted your back, you carried on with the mission. You and Leon had gotten split up at the lakeside settlement shortly after your beating.  

You knew Leon could handle himself, but at one point, he was radio silent for hours. You'd shared your concerns with Hunnigan, and she agreed it was unusual. Eventually, he came to, to your relief. 

"Leon, are you alright? You haven't made contact with me for hours." You couldn't mask the fear that surfaced in your voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Was busy making sushi. It won't happen again." He must have been referencing that giant fucking creature in the lake that you saw villagers getting eaten by earlier. Well, at least you got someplace to start looking for Leon. 

"Okay. Don't do that again, love." 

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." 

* 

Eventually you both reunited and retrieved the pieces to obtain the church key. Fucking finally. 

The two of you rescued Ashley and were headed to the extraction point. It was fairly easy to get to the Villa, but an unfamiliar face ushered the three of you inside, away from the Ganados on your tail. 

Leon, to say the least, was pissed at this dude and pushed him against the wall. You couldn't help the slight arousal that shot to your core seeing him like this, wishing it was you in this unknown man's position. But there was no time for that now. Ashley needed to be taken to safety and there was a huge fight approaching you guys and the rest of the village. 

Once introducing yourselves to one Luis Sera, save for Leon, Ashley went into hiding and the three of you started blocking the windows and readying your weapons. 

As if this mission couldn't get any more difficult, the Villa was quickly swarmed by villagers and eventually, a fucking Brute out of all things busts in. 

"Fuck my life!" you curse out in frustration, reloading your pistol. 

"Language, señorita!" Luis shouts at you, jokingly. Somehow through all the chaos, he was able to hear you. 

"Shut it, you." you snap back. That was weird. I don't tend to be that snippy. Probably just stress from the mission. 

"Yikes, sorry." he responded immediately. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but that was quickly replaced by the renewed determination to get out of this hellhole. Noticing Leon slowly getting cornered by the brute, and the second floor being crowded with Plaga Guadañas, you pull out two flash grenades from your belt. 

"Flash grenades coming!" you shout, pulling pins on both grenades, and throw one to the brute, and one to the Guadañas. The Plaga Guadañas promptly die, and the brute is temporarily incapacitated. Given the opportunity, Leon blasts four shotgun shells into it, and finally, fucking finally, it drops dead. 

The Ganados kept coming in waves, and there seemed to be no end to it. 

"Hey! This way! Hurry!" Ashley opens a door leading to an escape. 

The four of you get the bat out of hell, but only for a moment. You all reach the end of a bridge, still having Ganados chasing you. You notice chains keeping up a gate, and promptly shoot it, causing the gate to drop on an unfortunate villager. 

You all take a moment to catch your breath, and then Ashley starts coughing. Coughing up blood. 

"Ashley?!" You hear Leon voicing your same concern. 

"Wh-What's happening to me?" she trembles. 

Luis quickly approaches her, looking like he knows what's up. 

"Ashley, is this the first time you've coughed up blood like this?" she only nods, and before you can even ask, Leon beats you to the punch. 

"You wanna start explaining?" 

Luis reveals that Ashley is infected with a plaga, and she could end up like those villagers, but there is a cure. You notice Leon's reaction to this; him clenching his fist, looking down at his arm. What's that about? You wonder, sorta worried, but maybe that's just you being a doting partner. Yeah, that's probably it.

Hopefully, the three of you can find that cure in time. 

Luis leaves shortly after this revelation, claiming that the reason for his assistance is that it "makes him feel better." About what exactly? This mission is leaving you with more questions than answers. You knew this wasn't gonna be a simple mission, but you wish it was. 

After a briefing with Hunnigan, which left some more bad news, you all start moving again. You didn't get very far, as that pain in your back came back, which oddly enough, afflicted your lower abdomen as well. 

Leon and Ashley turn to you when they hear your sharp gasp, to see you clutching your lower back and your other hand resting on your abdomen. The two swiftly approach you, Leon especially. 

"You okay?" Ashley asks, concerned. 

"Yeah, it's just my back hurting from earlier." 

"Earlier?" Ashley presses further. 

"Two Ganados got the jump on me and kicked the shit out of my back." 

"...Jesus. Are you okay to move?" 

"Yeah, don't worry about me. Let's keep going." 

"Hold on. Ashley, could you give me a minute with her?" Leon directs his gaze to you, failing to mask any concern from his features. 

"O-Of course." 

Checking to see the two of you are at a safe distance from Ashley, Leon begins his questioning. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" He gently caresses your left arm, the two of you in closer proximity to each other. You sigh. 

"I'm okay, Leon. Let's just worry about her." You nod your head in her direction, maintaining eye contact with him. You bring his hand to you, gripping it firmly in your hands. "I'll tell you if something is wrong." You gently kiss his knuckles, and trace along his forearm. You sneak a glance at it to see what he was looking at moments earlier, only to find nothing unusual. 

"It's just-" 

"I'll be okay, mon cœur.” 

Sighing, Leon brings his hand to your face, letting it linger, with his eyes searching yours for any hint of a lie, only to find none. He lets his hand drop, and he starts walking along the path, with you and Ashley following suit. 

***

I hope y'all liked this! Stay tuned for more :P

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Within Session

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g8a34ZV by Enrosadira As an on-sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go? Words: 529, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong, Reader, Ingrid Hunnigan, Ashley Graham (Resident Evil), Claire Redfield, Sherry Birkin Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Reader, Leon S. Kennedy/You, Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong Additional Tags: Mentioned Ingrid Hunnigan, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Forced Pregnancy, Forced Marriage, Breeding, Gang Rape read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g8a34ZV

[walrus-death-noises]

leon kennedy heads can anyone tell me where i can find the actual source of the stuff about how he was "forced" to join stratcom/become a govt agent? like ive vaguely read some posts on here about how he was sort of blackmailed into it/was protecting sherry who was in the hands of the govt but i don't know where exactly this was stated? does it come from one of the games or is it in some obscure guide or something lol?

[acrossthecherriverse]

Meet the OC:

Cherri Evelyn Hawthorne

Universe: Resident Evil (Remake timeline)

Age: 14 (1998), 20 (2004)

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: Leon Scott Kennedy (Ship name: Cheon)

Relationship tropes: Sun x moon, colleagues to lovers, age gap

Occupation: USSTRATCOM agent (2002-2011), DSO agent (2011-)

Height: 154 cm/5'1 (1998), 163 cm/5'4 (2004)

Weapon of choice: M24 rifle, SR M1903 rifle, Punisher handgun

Character playlist (Spotify)

Biography:

Cherri Evelyn Hawthorne was born on September 18th, 1984 in Memphis, Tennessee to parents Michael and Lisa Hawthorne. In 1988, at age 4 her family moved to Valencia, Spain due to her father's work. Michael Hawthorne worked for Umbrella Europe under Team 6, along with researcher Luis Serra Navarro. Her mother worked as a nurse at the local hospital.

In 1994, when Hawthorne was 10 years old, she and her mother moved back to the USA, to Raccoon City, Colorado, while her father stayed in Spain. The reason for Raccoon specifically was Umbrella’s influence over the area. At the time she attended Raccoon Elementary School, and befriended Emma Kendo, acting as an older sister figure and best friend to her. Her mother found work as a nurse in the Spencer Memorial Hospital. Her father visited them for only a week or so at a time every few months, at the time working on the Nemesis Project.

On September 25th, when Raccoon Elementary School shut down due to the T-virus outbreak, she became isolated in her own home with her father. Lisa didn't return home from work that night, informing Michael through the phone that she is stuck in the hospital, tending to infected patients, both of them deciding to keep Cherri in the dark about it just in case.

Hawthorne stayed mostly in her bedroom with the blinds down as instructed by her father, occasionally leaving to play video games, until the events of September 29th, documented in the Raccoon City Tapes.

Post-Raccoon, she was sent to a military boarding school under close supervision of the government, her survival of the massacre being seen as extraordinary and worth looking into.

She was coerced into joining the same government program as Leon S. Kennedy at age 18 in 2002. It is mentioned that they vaguely knew each other for the two years before Ashley’s kidnapping, but Leon didn't recognize her from Raccoon City.

On November 2nd, 2004 Hawthorne was sent together with Kennedy to a remote village in Spain to investigate president Graham's daughter’s disappearance, due to both of them being the only ones not being investigated for cooperation with the kidnappers. Leon, because of his close relationship with the president and Cherri, because she was still under close supervision. The rest of the mission is (will be) documented in a Resident Evil 4 (Remake) spin-off fanfiction :3

Random facts and info:

the scar under her left eye is from the double garrador fight before the throne room

knows english, spanish tried to get Leon to teach her italian (failed miserably)

learns and picks up things very quickly

she works best with long-range weapons like sniper rifles

adopted an orange cat with Leon, thought it was a male, named him Vincent only to later notice the lack of balls (her name is still Vincent)

started cutting Leon's hair after getting together because hates going to the hairdresser

at some point between raccoon city and stratcom she started considering dropping out and becoming a merc sniper (teenage angst stuff)

definitely puts stickers on her motorola flip phone

has a beetle-shaped keychain (won by Leon at the shooting range in Spain)

speaking of, has more keychains than actual keys

christmas is her fav holiday, five seconds after halloween ends she's already hanging mistletoe and singing last christmas

probably uses strawberry scented no tears disney princess shampoo (Leon probably accidentally used it at least once)

keeps her hair rather short because in raccoon city when she had a long braid it got caught on something and she almost died

I didn't put it in any fic but she definitely sang that 99 bottles of beer song on the way to valdelobos in the car w Leon

definitely went on an aquarium date with him at some point

at least one

basically cannot drive, used to commute to and from work but now she just hitches rides with Leon for the low price of three kisses per ride

definitely bought him a cat ear headband as a joke but he does wear it sometimes when his hair falls into his face

modern au she'd watch those TikTok episodes of family guy with the asmr videos underneath for hours bcs she doesn't even realize

sometimes when she's in a hurry accidentally puts on Leon's shoes and looks like that amongus drip meme

forgets the word recoil and calls it knockback like in minecraft

can't have too much sugar she WILL jump on walls

calls people slurs in cod lobbies

fav game is silent hill or mortal kombat

can barely cook but Leon can barely cook too so when they cook together they become like gordon ramsey it's just math

(cook together aka Leon cooks Cherri sits on the counter and looks pretty)

Gallery:

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Within Session .Part Five.

Happy October my cuties! I'm glad to finally post another part of Within Session! This fanfic consist of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

~Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝 (yeehaw)

This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter finally fucking contains 🔞 material. This story does contain +18 content (NSFW) 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit. 

Summary

As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. We're finally getting into the nitty gritty of the story. Reminder that if you're not comfortable with male obsession and stalking, this is not for you. But if you're fucked up like me, please enjoy this! This is a really long chapter, hope y'all like it. 😉 Please comment on what how you feel about this chapter, I'm a whore for feedback. Hate it? Comment. Love it? Comment, por favor.

Hope y'all enjoy the fifth part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One , Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four of Within Session

Tagged ❤️: @fouyumixuri

Nothing In Place Of Catalysts

Friday could not have arrived fast enough for Leon. With each passing day since Monday afternoon, he anticipated the next session with the therapist that Hunnigan recommended to him. 

Despite only attending one session with the therapist, he realized there was a particular yearning to confide within her once more. Although he was vulnerable in those moments, she welcomed the uncomfortable silence to let him thrall in rumination. With all the shit occurrences in his life, there was never a sense of control yet she indulged in his words. 

          Leon strode through the familiar halls of the USSTRATCOM headquarters building to his office space, consciously walking past the door to your office. Since his position as a federal agent required him to report early for assignments or debriefings, the majority of the other staff were not present in the building yet. Soon, that door would be wide open to welcome his return, and he would sneak another opportunity to peek at your figure or finally glimpse the color of your-.

        Leon paused briefly in his steps. His distracted gaze at the floor became clear at the realization of what his daydreaming entailed.

   An exhaustive sigh escaped Leon’s mouth as he neared his office, shaking his head at his own ill intent. These thoughts were dangerous, something Leon acknowledged within himself. Either he has not been getting an efficient amount of sleep, or he is in desperate need of a fuck. But then again, for Leon it has been some time since he was in that pleasurable endeavor weeks prior that consequent him to awaken to an empty bedside. Maybe his fantasization was the product of constant nightmares contorting his mind or a lingering symptom of the Las Plagas virus despite being eradicated from his body.

        Nonetheless, Leon knew his therapist was there to perform her job and he was present to receive help from her. Nothing more. 

    Soon Leon stepped in the wide office room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee instantly peaking his attention as he walked towards his desk among the desks of other agents. Already, there was a stack of papers on his desk, waiting to be reviewed and submitted. A tired groan emits from his lips, not wanting to inch anymore near his desk, yet Hunnigan would chew his ass out if he did not complete them, something he aspired to avoid. 

    On cue, heels echoed behind him until he was faced with the honeyed eyes behind a red pair of glasses peering back to his blue ones. It was early in the morning, yet her appearance and stature were precise as ever. There was never a crease or stain on her usual blazer and slacks. “Good morning, Leon,” Hunnigan announced. The prominent FOS agent that has always provided unrivaled intel when she aids him on missions, forms a faint smile on her face as she strolls past Leon, reports in one hand while the other hand carries a mug full of coffee.       

    Leon’s brows briefly hiked in acknowledgment to her presence, allowing the other agent to settle at her desk. “Morning, Hunnigan,” he replies, leaning on his desk. Now, there was a question he had been meaning to ask Hunnigan, but he was unsure how to deliver it

     With an adjustment in his throat, Leon crosses his arms, “Question, Hunnigan… Uh, how do you know the therapist you referred me to?” He finally breathes out, pausing to glance at her at her desk.

      Leon notices Hunnigan’s eyebrows raise, evidently puzzled at his sudden question. Hopefully he did not raise any suspicions regarding his therapist. 

   Instead, the lips on Hunnigan curve into a smile; Leon seemingly struck an evocation of her history with his therapist. She took a sip of her coffee before setting the mug carefully on her desk, a subtle thud from the surface, “We were dorm roommates back in university a couple years back. I have kept in contact with her since… Why? Did you have problems with her in session?” She questions, a hint of concern in her voice. 

        “Not at all, she has honestly been sweet and professional in our first session. I was curious to know your relations with her,” Leon reassures Hunnigan, his own smile forming. For Leon, this was the direction he needed to learn about the life of his therapist prior to her current career, and Hunnigan was easily bestowing that piece of information to him. Although, he desired additional details of her life than what Hunnigan just endowed.

      A hum emits from Hunnigan’s lips while she opens a drawer of her desk, piquing Leon’s appeal as she suddenly brings out a mini photo album. Then a wave from Hunnigan’s hand beckons him over to her desk, prompting her to flip several pages of the photo album until she taps a particular picture several times with her pointer finger. If Leon could jump through pictures, this is one he would.

    The sight was a sight to behold, nothing yet could transcend what Leon was presently perceiving with his own eyes. A younger version of Hunnigan and you in casual clothes posing together on a couch. Hunnigan had an arm wrapped around your shoulder whereas you laid your head on Hunnigan’s shoulder, holding two peace symbols with your hands and a slight smile on your face. This picture panged his heart yet seemingly excited Leon in more ways than one. 

     “This must have been when you and her were in college, huh?” Leon questions in an amused tone, raising the photo album from Hunnigan’s desk to his face. He intended to inspect every feature of the young face of his therapist.

      “Yeah, we were in our first year together at university in that picture. Once you get to know her more, you’ll learn she is soft-spoken and reserved, yet overall sweet,” Hunnigan mentions, observing Leon from her desk as she indulges in another sip of her coffee. 

      An abrupt ring from Hunnigan’s office phone redirects their attentiveness from the photo to the source of sound. Swiftly, Hunnigan grabs the office phone from the reception console to her ear.

      “Ingrid Hunnigan, sir.” She replies upon answering the phone. At that moment, Leon closes the photo album, returning it to the surface on Hunnigan’s desk while she speaks on the phone. 

       “We need to be there now? Yes, sir. We will be on our way…”

        With that final response, Hunnigan returns the phone on the receptor. “We were summoned for a briefing, they want us there in 5. Ready to leave, agent Kennedy?” She remarks, directing her eyes to Leon beside her desk. 

        Leon begrudgingly nods to her, a huff emitting from his mouth as he steps away from Hunnigan’s desk to exit their office,” Yeah, let’s go…” He mutters, knowing he can not escape this briefing. The director and higher ups of the government owned him, a pawn for them to dictate his every movement.

     Within the next hour, Leon found himself in a room of high ranking government personnels in a secluded room meant for debriefings, discussing the details of his next mission. While Hunnigan was seated beside him at the table, writing notes for intel, Leon let his mind escape from where he was to where he could be. Within these last few days, his eagerness to be in the presence of his therapist was an understatement. To admit he was possessed by a particular fondness for his therapist from one session would entail humiliation. This admiration was his guilty pleasure to keep secret for now. 

      The voices of the government officials regarding the trivial information of the mission were drowned out, as he recalls the finer details of the crimson colored skirt and blazer with those pair of black heels that accentuates your figure in all the right places from last session.   

        Leon’s breath hitches when he notices the pants area around his groin feel tighter. Any movement in his chair, he felt his dick rub against the fabric of his dress pants. He let his imagination idled further than he intended, now he had to endure a hard on during the remainder of the meeting. Dire thoughts consisted of silent prayers that none in the room would notice the growing bulge in his pants, coercing his body to keep his legs under the table. 

     In his favor, the briefing only lasted 10 more minutes, however he needed to wait for the room to clear before he could stand from his chair. To his side, Hunnigan cocked her eyebrows in confusion, “Are you okay, Leon?” She inquires, noticing his flushed face. 

     “Yeah, my stomach just hurts. Probably that damn Mcgriddle I ate earlier this morning, not setting well with me. I’m fine, I’ll meet you back in the office, okay?” Leon chuckles in breathes, his cheeks blooming a blush. Thank god he was witty enough to conjure some bullshit at that moment. It worked, Hunnigan gave him a concerned nod, proceeding to leave the briefing room.

     Now that Leon was the only remaining presence in the room, he immediately stood from his chair before peeking his head out the door to peer down the hall. Not a soul in sight. With that internal green light, Leon treads to a nearby single stall bathroom. After an exasperated sigh, he twirls around to lock the door behind him once inside. When the lock clicks, ensuring his privacy, Leon then lowers his gaze to the bulge in his pants. Leon turns around once more to lean on the door, unzipping the fly of his dress pants with one hand, his erection greedily desiring to be unconfined.

         Once he pulled down his pants and briefs, he was met with the sight of his hardened cock leaking with precum. His hand immediately attends to firmly grasp the shaft of his dick, gradually pumping in a rhythmic motion. The other hand reaches inside his breast pocket, retrieving his new found valuable. 

        A grin forms on Leon’s lips when he unfolds the photo of Hunnigan and you during your college years. His fingers maneuver to fold the photo in half, only displaying your side of the pictures, throwing those cute peace signs at the camera. His eyes bore into the picture, scanning every aspect of your face and body while his other hand tugs the skin of his length. With each stroke, he stared at your lips in the picture, fantasizing those pretty pink lips wrapped around him while you kneel before him on the bathroom floor to worship the very floor he stood on. While the sensation from his warm hand intensified, he let out mewls of whimpers from his mouth. The beat of his heart accelerated, as his forehead produced beads of sweat. 

     His own lustful mind seemingly manifests a phantom of you through pure imagination, wearing the same red blazer and skirt from the previous session. How could you not comprehend red was the color of seduction that would entice desperate men such as him? Leon then spits on his hand to apply as a lube to pump himself at a rapid pace with his palm. In his perverse reverie version of you, he envisioned those lips of yours engulfing his dick, inch by inch until you feel yourself desperately gagging for air. His concentration returned to the picture in his other hand, studying the eyes of the woman he was currently envisioning with him entirely in her mouth and lulled eyes gazing up to his face. 

    “Fuck-,” Leon breathes out with a hitch, his body shuddering along with the accumulating waves of pleasure. In spurts, his throbbing cock releases ropes of cum onto his dress pants and floor of the bathroom. While in the pinnacle of his climax, Leon rides out his bliss with several strokes until his arousal gradually ceases. 

     After the euphoric high seemed to wane, follows the familiar sentiment of guilt. In shameful realization, Leon immediately slumps back against the door while he catches his breath. With several blinks of his eyes,  his head hangs down and gazes down to the bathroom floor. The tile floor appeared disgusting, just like him. No one needed to bring awareness to Leon that he was crossing the thin line that separates love and obsession. That thin line being infatuation, impeding an inevitable desire that will consume his prospect. Even with those aspects into consideration, he was completely enthralled by you.

    Leon used two fingers to stretch the opening of his breast pocket, simply sliding the folded photo in its rightful place, before gently patting the breast pocket with his hand. By recomposing himself, Leon yanked his underwear and pants to his waist after adjusting his dress shirt and vest. To the best of his ability, Leon tried to wipe off the cum stains on his pants with a wet paper towel. ‘This is fucking embarrassing,’ Leon mused within himself. 

    Eventually, Leon departed from the sight of the bathroom to stroll the halls of the building. Down the hall, he noticed the door to your office was wide open, the light from the room partially cascading onto the floor of the hall. While nearly tempted to sneak a peek at you, Leon understood it was better to see you during his time. 

       The morning and afternoon breezed by with the appalling amount of paperwork from Hunnigan as he worked at his desk. For the flow of time, he remained engrossed in his work until it was nearly time to leave. By 4:50PM, Leon spared no hesitation to submit the documents on Hunnigan’s desk, followed by a final wave of goodbye for the weekend as Leon eagerly exited the office. His next destination was quite obvious.

        Similar to the last session, Leon notices his therapist seated at her desk so immersed in paperwork that she was not aware of his presence. Only a knock from his hand on the door jolted her from her work, her gaze finally directed to Leon at the entrance of her office. Those luscious lips that he desperately wants to taste, forms a grin when your eyes recognize who was at the door. 

      “Welcome back, Leon,” You address him gently, standing from your chair to greet him formally. 

       Upon seeing you walk towards him, Leon had to contain his disappointment when he discerned your dress pants in substitute for a skirt. This session, you were professionally dressed in a lilac colored blazer and slacks. While the previous outfit was preferable, Leon knew his last comment nestled into your mind in some way. He really wanted to take a peek at your legs, maybe imagine them wrapped around his waist.

    “So, should we get started?” Your silk-like voice interrupts his train of thought. You were already seated at one of the two arm chairs, waiting for him to be seated on the other.

   “Yeah, sorry to keep you waiting,” Leon murmurs, blushing as if he were caught red-handed. These intrusive thoughts were repulsive, a kind and soft-spoken woman such as you did not deserve to be regarded in such a manner

     ‘To hell with it, she doesn’t have to know,’ Leon rationalizes, maintaining an innocent smile as he sits in front of you.

‘She doesn’t suspect a thing’

[crowsandmurder]

Leon Scott Kennedy

LEON KENNEDY TAGS

Leon ✖ (Aesthetics)

Leon ✖ (Thoughts)

Leon ✖ (Character Development)

Leon ✖ (Crack)

Leon ✖ (Headcanons)

Leon ✖ (Photos)

Leon ✖ (Starter Call)

VERSES:

R A C C O O N C I T Y

This verse is a really loose verse, that bases the time that Leon started, at the Raccoon City Police Department and all the trouble that happened there. This will be massively expanded on, but for now, it's a small starting point.

G O V E R N M E N T A G E N T

This verse is a backbone for Leon's huge career as a government agent, special agent, working with STRATCOM, DSO, his dealings with Umbrella, all the problems he had to deal with along the way, especially what happened when he had to rescue Ashley, but many other things. A lot can fall under this.

BIOGRAPHY:

Leon Scott Kennedy had a troubling childhood, losing his own parents, due to their connection in crime. He only survived because of a police officer. This is what led him to become a police officer. He requested his first assignment be being sent to Raccoon City, because of the bizarre murders happening, and he dealt with more than a rookie officer should have to, while there. Not long after the incident, he was recruited by STRATCOM. He quickly went from a rookie to an expert special agent, who was proficient in weapons and close quarters combat.

As a STRATCOM agent, he dealt with many things, especially related to many different versions of the virus, that was introduced in Raccoon City. A really different version of it was introduced when he was sent to rescue the President's daughter and was infected with the Las Plagas. It was far from his only difficult assignment, but it was a pivotal one.

There were many other things that Leon found himself caught up in, as a result of what happened in Raccoon or the Plagas. Umbrella also played a larged part in trying to undo what Leon and allies, enemies, and those who were sometimes both were trying to accomplish.

After STRATCOM, he became a DSO again, but he still is a government agent and trouble still seems to find him, way more than he would like.

"Leon Scott Kennedy is an American of Italian descent currently employed as a federal agent by the Division of Security Operations (D.S.O.), a counter-terrorism agency with direct Presidential oversight. Kennedy is a known survivor of the 1998 Raccoon City Destruction Incident, then as a police officer. Following his escape, he was offered a job in a US.STRATCOM team devoted to anti-B.O.W. combat, and served it until 2011 in repeated operations around the world."(x)

(This is meant to be left vague for plotting reasons. Leon is now added, as a primary muse.)

[cloakedsparrow]

Summary:

A look at Ashley's first impression of Leon, how it changed during the events of Resident Evil 4, and what happens afterwards. When Ashley Graham first met Leon Kennedy during the horrible ordeal of being kidnapped by a crazy cult, she had initially assumed the young man was part of a team. That he was the infiltration guy who could quickly get in and get her out without drawing too much attention. That they’d be meeting up with a team of US-STRATCOM agents or Army Rangers or something. Then he called for extraction and she realized there was no team. There wasn’t even a ride waiting for them. They were very much on their own.   Ashley’s stunned confusion quickly morphed into fear, then sorrow, and then anger before she’d had time to process any of those feelings. But then, Los Illuminados was upon them and Leon went straight into action.

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Tags below the break.

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Relationships:

No Romantic Relationship(s)

Ashley Graham & Leon S. Kennedy

Characters:

Ashley Graham (Resident Evil)

Leon S. Kennedy

President Graham (Resident Evil)

Additional Tags:

No Romance

No Sex

Game: Resident Evil 4

Los Iluminados

Las Plagas

Canon-Typical Violence

Oneshot

Time Skips

Questionable Policies and Politics

Post-Infection

Recovery

References to Illness

References to PTSD

Canon Universe

Survival

Bonding Through Shared Trauma

Friendship

[labrxnth]

Misery Loves Company pt 4 (Leon Kennedy x Reader series)

Part 3: Ticking Clocks and Revelation

Parts: 1 2 3

CW: body image issues, SMUT, insecurity

WC: 7338 (oops my hand slipped)

Summary: (Y/n) and Leon's dinner date is finally here

Tag list: @makimakimi

A/N: Hey all, I just wanted to say thank you for your patience over my health crisis the past week. I told you you'd get fed after it settled and I keep my promises.

The clock on the wall couldn’t have gone any slower. It felt like the ticking of it was mocking her, the face sticking its tongue out, chiding her. (Y/n) had gone over everything multiple times, so naturally she was pacing around her apartment. The heat in her apartment was suffocating when it was usually welcoming. Her carpet scraped her feet instead of feeling plush. The candles felt like they were going to catch fire, like her throat was, enveloping her being in terrifying flames. 

It had been too long since she had gone on a date. Unlike most of her coworkers, she wasn’t a fan of the drunken hook-ups that sparked rumors around the office. (Y/n)’s approach to dating was a little traditional, she would admit, but she was a poet when it came to love. She wanted a partner who she could sing songs of for years to come. Someone that she could easily see nature reflected in and vice versa. Someone she would find in paintings that artists slaved over, crafting the definition of beauty. 

She had stomped on the hope that anyone would see her that way.   

She stared at herself in the mirror, picking apart her appearance. Maybe her hair was too messy or too neat, her (h/c) hair was down and fell on her shoulders. Was it weird that she was wearing her hair differently than normal? Should she put it up in the normal ponytail that she had at work? 

Her eyes trailed out to the outfit she was wearing. It was much different than anyone had seen her in. Usually, Leon caught her in her work attire, no matter if it was at a bar or not. The clay coloured tank top showed a little bit much of her (s/c) cleavage, but again, these were her usual clothes outside of the office. The cream colored shrug that she had on was crocheted and sit high on her arms. She had necklaces upon necklaces making sure that they matched the earthy colors that she already had on. Her dusty rose colored patchwork skirt was probably going to be the biggest shock. 

Over the past few years, (y/n) had started to embrace her femininity. She realized that she didn’t have to act like a stereotypical man to be respected or to kick their asses. While that didn’t just mean that she started wearing skirts, it presented itself in that way sometimes. She was returning to the girl who loved to run in fields barefoot, picking flowers for her family. Her femininity made her happy, she just felt like she had to strip it away to be taken seriously. 

Now she was a badass STRATCOM agent that also picked flowers and wore skirts. 

Speaking of, she had spent some time after work at the flower shop. A while ago, (y/n) read an article that talked about how the first flowers some men receive were at their funeral. The rest of that day was spent in tears over how awful she thought that was. She couldn’t help but think of her partner. Had anyone ever given him flowers? Had anyone ever told him he was pretty? Maybe he was used to the rough side of love: passion, hunger, and desire. Maybe he was used to being seen as masculine, forced to fit in the box that men were often put in. She wondered if Leon ever had someone to just hold him through his emotions, a safe space for him. 

Her thoughts moved to a woman in a red dress, one that he had talked about many times. The way he talked about her made (y/n) think she was “the one that got away”. Was she ever there for him in the ways (y/n) was thinking about? 

Maybe in the back of her mind, she thought that he had just made a move on her because he knew Ada was unattainable. 

First she was thinking of the bouquet she bought for Leon, now she was spiraling, thinking that she wasn’t good enough. Her self-sabotaging nature didn’t just stop at work, it reared its ugly ass head every corner that she turned. It was seen in every significant other eventually breaking up with her, it was seen in not being allowed to go with Leon to Spain. 

Major Sierra was being a bitch earlier today, but his words still cut deep like the training knives he had them use. Her fingers ghosted the spot Leon punched, where a brutal maroon bruise was forming under her tank top. It reminded her of her failures, whether on the field or in her mind. 

This inadequacy was a plague that she couldn’t heal, even with leeches. 

The clock on the wall couldn’t have gone any slower. It felt like the ticking of it was mocking her, the face sticking its tongue out, chiding her.  

She sat down on her purple velvet couch, head in her hands. Maybe this was a mistake, she felt like mentally she was so far behind Leon. It was a win when she would go an hour without thinking something negative about herself, he exuded confidence. She pushed herself to the point of coughing up blood for recognition without it, he naturally turned heads when he walked in the door. 

Of course, (y/n) knew that Leon had his problems, but confidence seemed like it wasn’t one of them. The clock on the wall couldn’t have gone any slower. It felt like the ticking of it was mocking her, the face sticking its tongue out, chiding her.

A familiar meowing brought her back to reality. In front of her stood her long, fuzzy friend, knowing she needed a nonhuman buddy. 

“Hey, Ginge,” (Y/n) said to her calico cat, taking solace in her big yellow-green eyes. Ginger jumped up to join her on the couch, curling into her side. (Y/n) ran her fingers lightly through Ginger’s fur, using every stroke to pace her breathing. Eventually the thoughts died as easily as any plant she tried to mother. “Leon’s coming over again, this time behave,” She said to the cat. 

The slow clock on the wall instead of chiding her this time, welcomed a memory. 

“You becoming a crazy cat lady now?” Leon’s lips tugged into a smirk. 

“So what? I’m lonely,” (Y/n) said, looking at cat toys in the supermarket. Her fingers grazed against a bunch of colorful labels, trying to find the best toy for her new buddy. “And you haven't even met Ginger yet. Don’t speak ill of someone you haven’t met.”

“You haven’t even met Ginger yet,” Leon emphasized. 

“Which is why my best friend is here to meet my new best friend,” (Y/n) said simply. 

Leon chuckled, his laughter sounding like honey to her ears. “If I’m your best friend, you are lonely.” He teased. 

“Exactly! I thought you’d be all for this,” She replied defensively. 

“I’d rather go looking for people at bars with you. My experience with women could help you,” He said. 

“Hell no, keep your trash opinions to yourself, Kennedy.” 

“Suit yourself.” He said and went back to watching her eye the toys. 

The memory flashed to later that night of Ginger biting Leon’s hand and him whining about it the entire car ride home. 

Her attention got pulled back to reality when she heard a few knocks on her door. 

“Coming!” She said, almost jumping off the couch. Ginger’s eyes followed her like a shadow. The ticking of the clock echoed her heartbeat, it roaring in her ears. 

She opened the door to see Leon with two pizza boxes and a shopping bag full of beer and liquor. Seeing how he cleaned up a little bit took her off edge. He was wearing a beige leather jacket with fur on the collar and sleeve ends and a faded dad rock band t-shirt tucked into dark pants with a clean belt. 

(Y/n) noticed after looking at his outfit, seemingly running her eyes up and down him, that he was doing the same to her. 

“Uh, come in,” She said and opened the door more. Leon stepped in quickly, closing the door with his foot as soon as he walked in. He placed the pizza boxes down on the counter and opened the bag, placing the alcohol and liquor on the counter as well. 

“One freaky pizza for one freaky woman,” He said and tossed the bag in her hallway closet. 

“Thanks,” (Y/n) said and looked around the room. She was forgetting something…. She knew she was forgetting something. Ah! The flowers! 

She quickly walked over to the bouquet of dried flowers and hid it behind her back. Walking up to him, grinning almost evilly, she locked eyes with him. 

“I don’t like that look,” Leon said, removing his shoes at the door.

“Do you trust me?” She asked.

“Jesus, not this again,” He grumbled. “I hate it when you do this.”

“Just close your eyes and stick your hands out,” (Y/n) said. 

“Fine….” Leon sighed. He closed his eyes and held his hands out. She placed the bouquet in his hands and watched as he slowly opened his eyes. His face was confused as he looked at the flowers. “Flowers.” He said matter of factly. 

“I read an article that a lot of men get their first flowers at their funeral. I didn’t want one of them to be you,” She said, studying his reaction. 

His gaze softened as he processed what she said. “Yeah, I think these are the first flowers I’ve ever gotten,” He said in understanding. 

“They’re dried too, so you can’t kill them,” (Y/n) said and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Where should I put them until I leave?” Leon asked. She took them from him and put them in a flower pot. 

“Don’t make me remind you later tonight,” She said. 

“Later tonight?” Leon asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Her eyes cluelessly met his. 

“Yeah, when you leave,” She said flatly. 

“Oh,” He replied, seeming a little saddened. 

“Actually, with the alcohol you brought, you should probably stay the night. Lord knows with your record that you don’t need to add alcohol to your driving.” She said, inspecting the bottles of Fireball and Vodka. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Leon’s eyes light up a bit. She also swore that she could’ve seen him staring her up and down. Her brain told her to not focus on that and just read the label on the whiskey for the 10th time. 

Ginger jumped up on the counter and started sniffing the pizza boxes. (Y/n) stared at her, expecting her to tear up the box. 

“If you try to eat that, I’m giving you to the actual crazy cat lady one floor down,” She said to the cat. Ginger stared her her, seemingly understanding her, and made her way over to Leon. She sat down on the counter in front of him, tail flicking. 

“Hey, Ginge,” Leon said and started scratching her behind the ears. Her eyes slowly closed and opened, staring at him. 

“You two have come a long way,” (Y/n) said teasingly and pulled out two glasses. 

“Not my fault she bit me,”

“Yes it absolutely was,” She replied, recalling the night. 

The two of them chuckled together for a minute and stood in silence. 

“So…. that’s a nice jacket,” (Y/n) said looking at the leather. 

“Yeah, I made the mistake of bringing my own jacket with me to Spain. One of the Ganados bastards stole it and wore it as they attacked me. I made STRATCOM reimburse me.” Leon said. 

“The bastard,” She echoed. 

“Don’t worry, I shot him,” Leon said, accepting the glass she held out for him. 

“He had it coming,” (Y/n) said. She poured a couple of Fireball shots into her glass and heard Leon whistle. Her eyes snapped up to him. 

“Drinking shots out of a dinner glass? Without measuring them? Maybe Hunnigan was right, I need to check in on you more.” He said, a slight bit of concern for her in his voice. 

“I don’t have shot glasses, what do you want from me?” She replied. She reached under the counter and grabbed two plastic plates, putting them on the counter. After a few seconds of them locking eyes, she sighed. “What? Leon S. Kennedy can afford real plates?” She asked. 

“Yes I can, and I know that you can too. We pretty much have the same paycheck,” He replied simply, his eyes flickering between her eyes and the plates. 

“Pizza is pizza no matter what it arrives on,” She said. 

“That’s the god given truth,” Leon said and opened the boxes. He gently put Ginger on the ground and started dealing out the slices. 

(Y/n) grabbed the box of her pizza and brought it over to the couch. Leon raised his eyebrow and followed suit. 

“What?” She could feel his eyes peering into the back of her head, almost searching for something. 

“You know, they say that orphanage kids don’t have manners because we aren’t taught them. I thought that was true until I met you,” He said teasingly. 

“Don’t tell me you always have dinner at the table,” 

“It gets everywhere if you don’t,”

“Maybe if you eat like a pig, oh wait, weren’t you going to be one? No wonder why.” She gave him intense side eye with a grin tugging on her lips. 

“Yeah well, you also work for the government now,” Leon started. “That means, you’re a poser. God forbid the punk community you like so much finds out you work for the privatized American government’s military.”

(Y/n) stared at him in horror, almost dropping the slice of pizza she had in her hand. “Take it back,” She said. He gave her a shit eating grin back. “Take it back or I’ll wring your neck.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise,” (Y/n) said. 

“If you can get to me, I’ll gladly let you,” Leon said smugly. 

“I can down you on the mats, don’t forget it, Kennedy,” She replied and stuffed the slice of pizza in her mouth. 

After about 20 minutes of the back and forth banter, (Y/n) stood up to put her pizza box in the fridge; she gestured for Leon to hand her his and he did. Walking over to the fridge she could tell he was still staring at her. 

“Working for STRATCOM pretty much means you have eyes in the back of your head, I can feel you staring at me,” She said and closed the fridge door. 

“I’m just lost in thought,” He replied. 

“About what?” She grabbed the glasses on the counter filled with alcohol and brought them over to the couch. 

“About how this feels like every other time I’ve come here,” He said, staring into her eyes and taking the glass from her.

“What’s so bad about that?” (Y/n) asked him, keeping her eyes locked on his. 

“This is a date, (y/n),” Leon said. “Did I not make that clear?” 

She broke the gaze, looking at the whiskey in her glass. “Oh,” She said. In her peripheral, she could see Leon still staring at her. He put his drink down on the side table and quickly did the same with hers.

He lifted her chin up so that she was looking in his eyes again. The distance between them closed, until he was inches away from her face. So close, yet so far. (Y/n) was ready for him to kiss her, why did he stop? He looked like he was fighting with himself, asking the same question in his own mind. 

His blue eyes tore into hers, searching for an answer to a question unasked. “What’s going on with you?” He finally asked. “You’ve always been striving to be the best at work, but it’s gotten worse the past three weeks.” 

“It’s nothing,”

“It’s nothing?” The two of them said together, (y/n) stating and Leon asking. Even by partner standards, Leon was always able to read her like a book and make her feel like she couldn’t hide anything from him. 

She sighed and felt his hand move away from her chin. Maybe the person that she thought was building walls wasn’t the person staring back at her. But like he did, she was willing to take a hammer to the wall she built up, trying to keep herself safe. “I just…. I feel like I’m not good enough for anything,” She said and looked around the room. 

“Why?” He asked.

“What happened three weeks ago?” (Y/n) asked redundantly, staring back at him. Her eyes drifted down to his jacket as a hint. 

Leon ran his hands through his hair and sighed, his brows furrowing together. “I tried to bring you with me, I begged them,” Leon said. 

“I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself,” She replied. “Obviously I wasn’t good enough for them to think of sending me.” She stared at the cushion below her through her glass that she had picked back up. 

“Uh-uh. You are not going to spiral into self doubt again. I thought we worked on this,” He put his hand on her cheek, caressing it. 

She melted into his touch. Most people thought that his demeanor is cold, unsuspecting, but she knew that he was like a blue flame; an intense warmth, desperate to help others. (Y/n) was Icarus’s wings, longing to succeed; Leon was the sun, melting her down until she was vulnerable. 

“(Y/n), talk to me. I thought that you were doing better. You told me that you were doing better.” He said, making her look into his eyes. The same eyes where his blue flame of a soul was kept. Those eyes could make the hairs on the back of her neck stand up whether it was on an assignment, on the training mats, or in a bar. Now, they were a gentle kind of heat, the one that you crave after being in the cold for so long. 

Searching in his eyes, she could tell that she had been wrong about her partner all these years. Yes, there was hesitation and mixed feelings towards her, but he was always him with her. She was truly the one that had built the brick wall between them that she so pictured him placing brick by brick. Even the act of picking back up the glass had been to put a safety in between them. Just like he had torn down his side, she needed to tear down hers.

“I just want to be seen,” She said, trying to hold back tears. “My whole life has felt like I’ve been trying to prove that I deserve to exist.” She was clinging onto the glass in her hands like it was an anchor in an oncoming tsunami. “It’s been bad lately because I’ve built this wall between us since you got the call for the assignment. And I just feel worse and worse about it because you just had, like, the shittiest thing happen to you since Raccoon City, but I’m here spiraling in my self-doubt and pity.” 

Leon leaned forward on the couch, his eyes still trying to unpack the verbal dam that she just opened up. He took her glass and put it down again, almost asking her if she was going to keep putting things between them. Just like in her office, (Y/n) could feel the energy sparking between them, like flint and steel trying to light a fuel line that wasn’t producing any fuel.  

He took his jacket off, placing it on the back of the sofa, moving slowly like she would bolt anytime he made too sudden of a movement. As opposed to that, his arms quickly wrapped around her, bringing her close to him. 

Not only did he pull her into an embrace, he took his jacket off to make it skin to skin. To make it personal and intimate. To make it human. 

Once her brain processed the information, the tears she was holding back fell. He held her, comfortably yet securely, for a couple minutes, letting her silently cry into him. 

After the tears stopped, he pulled (y/n) back slightly so they could see each others’ faces. His next three words shocked her to her very being, feeling like a shock to her body and mind. 

“I see you,” He said. 

And just like that, any semblance of the wall between them was beaten down. She sat there, her brain once again trying to do mental gymnastics to pick up on what he said. 

“You’re good enough for me,” His voice cut through to her heart again.

(Y/n) sat there for a good second, still reeling from what he was saying to her. She was too spaced out to realize his expression change from concern to something she couldn’t track. No, it wasn’t that she couldn’t track it, it was just that no one had looked at her like this before. 

No one had truly looked at her with sadness, empathy, and love all at once.  

His calloused fingers wiped the tears away and her mind shot to other thoughts feeling them against her skin- 

Her eyes widened and she mentally kicked herself as her brain was trying to get her to indulge on how she thought those same long strong fingers would feel in other places. 

“(Y/n)?” Leon asked, calling her back to reality. She thanked whatever higher power was watching right now. 

Her eyelids dropped back down to normal, but it was too long for Leon not to notice her change. He noticed her pupils dilating, her eyes widening. How her breathing hitched just slightly, being too quiet for a normal person to pick up on. How in his peripheral the tank top she was wearing was tighter around hardening nipples- 

Leon swallowed hard, trying to not make the situation awkward. Suddenly, his jeans felt a little more cramped than he would’ve liked them to; he was hoping that the night would go like this, but he wasn’t about to make a move on her until she was in a good mental space. 

Without second thought, (y/n) draped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Instead of the tender, questioning kiss, from her office, this kiss knew what it wanted. It clawed at each of them, demanding more, the heat between them building up instantly. 

She went to pull off her sweater, Leon’s hands grabbing hers. They pulled away from the kiss and his eyes stared into his, hungrier than he was standing across from her on the training mats; the look gave her a shiver down her spine. 

“Do you want this?” He asked clearly, his voice low and dark. 

“Yes,” (Y/n) said, still breathless from the kiss. 

“Tell me what you want,” He said slowly, his eyes changing from staring at her through his eyebrows to looking down at her, towards his cheeks. 

“God, I want you to fuck me, Leon Kennedy.” She replied, her eyes dripping with want, no need for the man in front of her. 

He swiftly put one hand on the back of the couch and one on the arm rest, caging her between his arms. His lips her on hers again, this kiss even more ferocious than the one before. 

Leon’s teeth were biting at her lower lip, asking her to open wide. (Y/n) opened her mouth slightly and felt his tongue force his way in, opening her mouth more. His tongue devoured the inside of her mouth, discontent with the speed and intensity wanting more. 

(Y/n) had to pull away for a breath, a string of spit connecting him until it was broken by distance. Leon’s lips were suddenly on her neck, wanting contact at all times. His kisses felt like they were ravenging her; stripping away her very being, not satisfied until her skin was peeled back, revealing her insides. 

(Y/n)’s breath hitched and she moaned, her eyes suddenly widening and the back of her hand covering her mouth. A blush devoured her face like Leon’s lips were her neck. His eyes darted up to hers when he heard the slight sound and he grabbed her wrist. 

“Fuck, you’re not hiding that from me,” He growled against her neck, pulling her hand away from her mouth. 

He focused on the spot that brought her sound, going harsher on it, pleading her body to make the same sound. To his excitement, a moan came from the back of her throat, Leon being able to feel it through her neck. The vibrations seemed to travel down his own body and straight to his dick. Earlier when his pants were slightly uncomfortable and cramped was nothing compared to now. It took all of his self restraint to not rip both of their clothes off and fuck her until she was howling; the thought of it didn’t help his quickly growing erection. 

He pulled her sweater off of her shoulders, the action creating goosebumps on (y/n)’s skin. Her own hands were trying to get his shirt off, but his lips refused to leave her neck. Leon’s lips dug deeper in her, teeth biting marks and his tongue calming them down immediately. 

He pulled away after making a few bruises and straddled her, reaching down to cross both his arms and lift his shirt off. 

The small act of him doing this made (y/n)’s brain restart. The way his hands roughly grasped the fabric, his forearms and biceps flexing as they crossed each other was like seeing a statue carved out of pure marble. His ashy blonde hair fell with gravity, looking like how it did when he reached down to pick up his knife. His eyes that were usually bright blue, calculating yet kind, were dark; his pupils were blown with lust and desire. If he looked like a statue taking off his shirt then he looked like a replica of a greek god when it was off. And (y/n) was more than ready to be his worshiper. 

“You really do have a staring problem,” He said smugly, a smirk pulling at his puffy pink lips, his usual demeanor coming back for a second. 

“Can’t help it when I have such a good subject to look at,” She replied. 

His face shifted back to the hungry and desperate stare. Starting at her earlobe, Leon traced two fingers along her jawline, stopping under her chin, pulling it up to meet his eyes again. (Y/n) thought her heart was going to give out at the action. She felt herself throb around nothing, a slight wetness starting to pool in her underwear.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want again,” He said grinning, his eyes undressing her.   

She couldn’t stop a “Holy shit,” from leaving her mouth. Her breathing picked up, feeling like she was a goner. 

Leon chuckled. “Someone likes praise,” He mused and sprawled his hand around her neck, lightly ghosting it. “Use your words, Baby,” His voice sounded full, dark, like she had never heard it before. The wetness pooling in her underwear felt like it was dripping down her thigh now. She had equated Leon to the sun and herself to Icarus’ wings, now she was feeling that reality; her body was turning into putty in his hands and he had only touched her face and neck. 

She knew she would’ve folded if he asked her to, but this was going faster than she thought. 

“I want you to fuck me,” (Y/n) said again, truly being lost in her words and the situation. 

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you the plan,” He kept his light grip on her neck and the steel look of hunger. (Y/n) could have sworn he was looking at her like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks was looking at a buffet. “First, I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, then my mouth, then a couple times on my dick.” He ran his other hand through his hair, looking down at her through his eyelashes. 

(Y/n) thought her heart was going to stop before, she could’ve sworn it did for about 5 seconds when those words dripped out of Leon’s mouth. She felt a pang in her chest, her blood ran cold. 

She knew she was fucked, and she couldn’t have been happier. 

“I’ve never came more than once,” She said sheepishly, her breath still hitching. 

“God damn, I should’ve done this earlier then,” He huffed. He moved off of her to kneel in between her knees; his arms pulled her so she was completely flat on the couch. The sudden movement made her wince and yelp from the injury on her stomach. His eyes met hers, recognizing the sounds as pain and not pleasure. “You okay?” He asked sternly. 

(Y/n) nodded, but he didn’t take it as an answer. He pulled her tank top up to reveal the maroon and yellow bruise, hissing when he saw it. 

“I was going to fuck you until you became part of the couch,” He said, his voice having a hint of disappointment. 

“I’m fine, it doesn't hurt too much,” She lied. 

His eyes met hers in a cold stare. “I know how much power I put into that, it definitely does hurt,” he replied coldly. 

“I can ignore it,” (y/n) replied, not wanting to get rid of the feeling in the room that had sprouted from the kiss. 

He watched her for a second, like a predator watches their prey right before they pounce. “Fine,” He sighed. “If it gets too much, make sure you tell me to stop.”

“I’d be crazy to miss an opportunity to get fucked into oblivion by you,”

“God, the things that you do to me,” He said before sliding her skirt down to reveal her very soaked underwear. “My point,” he added, looking at how wet she was already, his dick twitching in his jeans. His fingers flung her skirt completely off of her legs, immediately going to the fabric she was still wearing. She bit her bottom lip as he teased her folds, thumb lightly pushing on her clit, just enough that she could feel the pressure. Her eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows furrowed, trying to not cum on him from just that. 

His eyes trailed up her body to her face and his blood froze. Seeing her all flustered with her eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows knit, and lips slightly apart to breathe was driving him fucking insane. “Fuck this,” He said and ripped her underwear off her legs. 

His middle finger slid into her pussy, quickly making sure she was ready, then slipping in his ring finger. 

(Y/n) moaned at the sudden friction in her. Her back arched as he curled his fingers, hitting spots that she didn't know existed. He licked his thumb and swiped at her clit, finding it almost immediately and sending her nerves into overdrive. His fingers slid in and out of her at a fairly moderate pace, Leon being scared of going too hard at first. 

He wanted so bad to kiss her again, but he couldn’t stop looking at how even just his fingers affected her. The hand around (y/n)’s neck lightly pressed in, him searching her eyes for any sign of dislike. Instead, he felt her pussy start to clench around him and saw her lip starting to tremble. He sped his fingers up, wanting her to be shaking as she came all over his fingers. Her back arched more and he sped up, thumb abusing her clit. (Y/n) felt her body start to shake and involuntarily grabbed the wrist that was almost in her. Leon was too strong and kept going, pushing an orgasm out of her. The pleasure that hit her was like a wave smacking a flood wall.  

She moaned loudly and felt her pussy throb around his fingers, heat following it.

Once she came down from it, her eyes opened to meet Leon’s. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them, keeping eye contact. 

“Taste so good,” He said lowly. He took the time to unbuckle his pants, throwing them to the floor. (Y/n)’s eyes widened at the side of his outline in his boxers. She had heard him complaining about having to wear athletic cups during training before, but now she knew why. Her eyes went back to him licking his fingers. After he was done, he pushed her towards the arm rest to give himself room. Letting go of her neck, he dropped onto his stomach and looked at her. 

“Keep your eyes on me,” He said. (Y/n) nodded and looked at him as he wrapped his arms around her thighs. He pulled her into his mouth, tongue lapping at her clit. His calculating eyes never left hers. She grabbed onto the couch to ground herself, but it wasn’t sufficing, her hands grabbed onto his hair, lightly pulling at it. 

He whimpered, sending shivers down her spine and felt her pussy start to clench again from the vibration. His whimper sounded like heaven to her; the blush on his face making (y/n) move her hips to ride his face. 

Leon pulled her even closer to his face, tongue fucking her while his nose hit her clit. 

“Fuck, Leon,” she moaned his name and that was the breaking point for him. 

He pulled away suddenly and looked at her, heavily breathing. “You’re making me break my promise,” He growled. 

“What?” (Y/n) asked, dazed. 

“I can’t wait, guess you’ll just have to cum on my dick three times instead of two,” He said, pulling down his boxers and throwing them on the ground. (Y/n) watched as his dick sprung out of them; if she didn’t have self control, she’d be drooling. Earlier she had equated him to a Greek god, the more she saw of him only further proved her point. His tip was red and leaking pre-cum already, his breath hitched when he noticed her staring. 

Leon grabbed (y/n), flipping her over so that she was stomach down on the couch; how fast and seamless he did it took her breath away. He pulled her up so that her back was to his chest and she was sitting on his thighs. All she could feel was the warmth of his body spreading to her.

“Sorry, got a little too excited,” His breath was low and hot in her ear. His fingers ghosted the bruise on her stomach. 

“Don’t stop,” (y/n) pleaded.

“Fuck,” Leon replied, his voice desperate for her. He slightly lifted her up, easing her onto his dick. They both moaned, sounding like a choir of pleasure. (Y/n) leaned her head back on his shoulder and bit her lip as he bottomed out. They stayed melted in this moment for a few seconds, both not wanting to let go of it. Slowly Leon started pulling himself out, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling and hip lips ghosting words that he couldn’t form; he didn’t have to say anything for (y/n) to know what he wanted to. 

Like a cord being snapped, Leon set an excruciating pace. He put two of his fingers in her mouth, nonverbally telling her to lick them; she did so and he pulled them out, circling them around her clit. His other hand took her tank top off and cupped her breast, to physically support her and to emotionally support himself. At her neck, he went to leaving kisses and bitemarks, wanting everyone to know that she was his.

(Y/n)’s thighs involuntarily tightened, feeling another climax. Leon felt her tighten around his dick and he moaned; he detached his mouth from her neck and the hand that was on her breast moved under her chin. He pulled her chin up so she was looking behind herself and into his eyes. 

“Cum for me,” He commanded. 

As if on cue, her body sent her through another orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around Leon’s dick and her fingers dug into his hips behind her. (Y/n) moaned as her back arched, screaming his name like it was a song made for a lover. And in a way, it was. Her eyes started to close as she was riding out her climax, but Leon’s hand wrapped around her neck, slightly pushing in. 

“Keep your eyes on me (y/n),” He demanded. She was expecting to open her eyes to see him stoic, staring down at her like he always did when he downed her on the training mats. Instead, when she opened them, she saw that he was as much of a mess as she was. His bangs were sticking to his forehead from sweat, his eyes were fixed on her and his pupils were blown wide from desire. His cheeks had blush all over them, his eyebrows were raised, and his lip was starting to quiver. 

The sight of him looking at her like she meant as much as he meant to her was enough to send her into another orgasm. As her body convulsed again, moans escaped her lips like every orgasm was the first one She saw a vein popping out of Leon’s neck and his jaw set, something 

that she knew meant he was trying his fucking best to focus. 

His pace became quicker, hungrier, as his dick slammed into her almost stretching out her cervix. (Y/n)’s thighs shook as overstimulation washed over her; she could hear and feel everything five times more than she had before. She felt the muscles on his thighs tighten and relax with each violent thrust, she felt his arms hot around her as the hand that was abusing her clit moved to above her bruise. She could feel every sweat drop on either of their bodies, and she could feel her insides getting shredded, she could hear her guts getting rearranged; (y/n) was pretty sure she died and went to heaven. 

Leon moved desperately as he could feel his own climax coming. It was taking all of his strength he built up over the past 6 years to not cum as soon as she first pulsed around his dick; she felt better than anything he could have imagined, and better than he had imagined her being. 

(Y/n) heard him starting to moan and whimper as he was getting close. His thrusts were trying to swallow her very being, One of her hands moved to the hair on the back of his neck and he pulled her closer, flush against his chest. Leon moaned her name in her ear like it was a word only he knew. His dick twitching in her while hitting spots that she thought were impossible, his moans that were music to her ears, and her overstimulation were sending her into another high. The only sounds that came out of her mouth were yelps, moans, and whimpers as her whole body became hot. 

“Fuck, (y/n) I’m gonna-” His voice broke. 

With one final thrust, she could feel him twitching inside of her; spilling his cum and painting her pussy walls white. He rode out his climax and it sent her into another screaming one. Their moans filled the room together, a harmony of pleasure and love. Leon slowed his thrusting down, stopping once they were both down from their climax. 

The hand that was on her neck moved to be with the other one, wrapped around her waist. He kissed her shoulder and gently pulled her off of him. (Y/n) fell into the couch, turning over so her back would be on the cushions. Leon rubbed her thighs and smiled gently down at her. Getting up, he went to get a towel from the hallway closet.

He sat down on the couch and gingerly wiped her off. “You okay?” He asked, his eyes floating to hers that were still dazed. 

“Mmmh, yeah,” She said slowly and lazily. Her body felt like it was done sprinting a marathon. 

“I’ll go get you some water,” Leon chuckled, cleaning himself off. He went to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle, bringing it back to (y/n). “Your bruise still okay?”

“At this point I wouldn’t care if it hurt,” She said, voice hoarse. Sitting up, she grabbed the water that Leon was holding out to her and drank. His hand gently went to her neck as she drank and his eyes never let hers. 

(Y/n) never had someone look at her like how Leon had this entire night or even just in this moment. For some reason, this felt more intimate than the back breaking sex they just had. She wished that she could bottle up this moment and keep it to look at because she recognized the look in his eyes. He could sing songs of her for years to come. He could easily see nature reflected in her and vice versa. He could find her in paintings that artists slaved over, crafting the definition of beauty. 

She finally found someone that reflected the love she gave out. 

“I’m guessing I’m not sleeping on the couch?” Leon asked, still looking at her like she was the love that musicians wrote about. 

“Absolutely not,” She replied, handing him the bottle that had half of its water still in it. He took a few sips and put it on the side table. They sat together in silence, looking at each other, taking in each other’s beauty. Yes, they were sweaty and yes their hair was everywhere, but they were each others’ works of art and that’s what made them the most beautiful people in the world. 

“I’m going to carry you to bed, okay?” He asked. 

“‘Kay,” (Y/n) replied. 

Leon stood up and picked her up, carrying her bridal style to her cushiony bed. “Sorry it was on the couch,” He mumbled under his breath. 

“We’ll just have to save it for another time then,” She replied and chuckled. Her back gently hit the mattress and she wanted to instantly fall asleep. 

“Do you want to sleep with clothes on or off?” Leon asked. “I’ll grab our clothes from the living room.”

“I’m too tired to put my clothes on, you’re fine,” (Y/n) said, pulling the covers down. Leon got in and instantly wrapped his arms around her waist, careful to not touch her bruise. She pulled the covers over them and nestled into his chest, smiling up at him. They stayed wrapped in each other, without talking for a couple of minutes.

“If Ginger didn’t hate me before, she does now,” Leon said and chuckled. 

“Huh?” (Y/n) looked up at him. “What do you mean?” 

“I think we just traumatized her,” 

“Don’t worry, she tries to fuck the neighborhood stray every weekend, it’s payback.” (Y/n) said.

“I guess you and her have that in common,” Leon smirked. 

“I can still set up the pull out couch,” 

“I take it back,” He replied. 

(Y/n) didn’t know when they stopped talking. The night was peaceful and sleep lulled her to accept it, the clock that usually chided her following suit. (Y/n) also didn’t know when she fell asleep to the sound of Leon’s heartbeat and his rhythmic breathing. 

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⸻ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 ( ft. @buriedabove )

the friendlier of the two kennedy brothers, steven ‘steve’ kennedy always wanted to be a pilot and even managed to get a head start by graduating high school ahead of time, thanks to the support and aid from his older brother, leon. as the school was located in another town, steve went to go stay with an old family friend while leon would go on to attend an academy to become a police officer.

it was difficult to be separated from his brother at first, the two always been close, especially after their father died when steve was a baby. leon was the first person that steve came out as trans to, always the first person he would go to if he was having problems, etc. he coped by making daily calls, sending emails and pictures, always telling him the things he’s learning and the occasional gossip.

on one particular day, steve was invited to visit raccoon city by the family friend, who had some personal business to attend to in the city and always eager to visit somewhere new, the redhead agreed. from then on, things drastically went downhill as steve and his guardian were forcibly stopped and arrested by a paramilitary group owned by umbrella as it was discovered that steve’s guardian was involved in stealing information from the organization.

though innocent, steve ended up being transported to a prison located on a private island known as rockfort. there he was forced to undergo various tests and minor experiments, always kept isolated from the other prisoners due to his aggressive and rebellious behaviour, steve constantly looking for ways to get word out to his brother.

then one claire redfield was arrested and brought over to the island, the two would team up to escape the island by one of the planes but as they were escaping, the plane’s autopilot system overrode the controls and took them to a facility located in antarctica. there, they faced more horrors and steve ends up being infected with a sample of alexia’s t-veronica virus and the teen was forcibly mutated and nearly killed claire. however, steve was able to regain control of himself and saved claire from one of alexia’s vines though he himself nearly died in the process.

thanks to chris’ arrival, the older man found a vial of an antiviral created to work against the t-veronica virus and injected that into steve—it didn’t cure him, rather it suppressed the virus to a more stable state where it would adapt to his body and vice versa. after nearly being kidnapped by wesker, steve escaped antarctica with the redfield duo and was reunited with his brother in the process though he would be taken into government custody shortly thereafter.

to help protect both sherry and his little brother, leon made a deal with the government that steve and sherry be returned to his custody and he was willing to work with them as one of their agents. though they were willing to return steve in exchange for him going into stratcom as well, simmons wouldn’t budge in regards to sherry. steve underwent training along with his brother, though he had extra sessions due to his status as an infected. he would also go for examinations and other tests while having monthly injections of the antiviral to keep the virus in his body under control.

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Marionette

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YyJr0Sz by eshajun PTSD-ridden STRATCOM agent Leon Kennedy decides to switch sides when years of control over his free will finally breaks the camel's back. His life turns upside down when his efforts to start anew are shattered by an accusation from someone he has never met, blaming him for crimes he can't remember committing. Just as all seems lost, fate offers him a second chance: a new life in exchange for his participation in the biggest challenge he's ever faced. Words: 4537, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Sherry Birkin, Derek C. Simmons, Ada Wong Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong, Sherry Birkin/Leon S. Kennedy Additional Tags: Prison, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Antagonis Leon S. Kennedy, Hurt Leon S. Kennedy, Restraints, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, First Meetings, Insomnia, Whump, Flashbacks, Psychological Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, character divergence, Aftermath of Violence, Hurt Chris Redfield, Verbal Abuse, Handcuffs, Chains, Muzzles, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Guilt read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YyJr0Sz