#vendetta leon kennedy x male reader

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Greed

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader Summary: Leon had a bad day, but you make up for it Words: 2,020 Warnings: pure NSFW, zero plot, use of baby as a petname a few times, heavy usage of Y/N (around 50 times) Notes: I worked my ass off for you, deep breaths in between the episodes of depression. I never recovered the original thing, but I'm pretty sure this is close if not better.

Leon can be read as whichever you want, but makes more sense with vendetta or re2, i think.

he/him pronouns for the reader, but zero description of genitalia other than ass and hole.

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Leon gets home from what feels like the longest day of his life. Meetings, and lawyers, and rich investors who wouldn't know gore if it splattered on their four figure leather shoes. The dim, homey interior of Y/N's home is more like a breath of fresh air than going anywhere near his own lifeless pent house would ever be. He discards his boots messily on the rug, noting Y/N's own signature sneakers sat neatly lined against the wall out of the way. He hadn’t expected the younger man to be home so early, last he checked Y/N was supposed to be working later. 

Leon’s legs carry him to the kitchen like his body is on autopilot and he finds himself pouring a glass of whiskey without thinking about it. He hesitates by the fridge before deciding on treating himself to a cool drink and digs through the freezer to find those dumb looking plastic reusable ice cubes that Y/N bought for Leon after he’d gotten drunk and spent an embarrassingly long time complaining about how ice waters down his drinks. Leon vehemently denied the idea of the cubes but he didn't not use them, and if Y/N has seen the same cubes Leon bitched about in the sink or dishwasher after Leon used them, he’s never talked about it. Leon sighs and takes his drink to the couch. He never bothered to turn on the tv unless Y/N was there, so he just sits and stares at his warbled figure in the reflection and sips his whiskey. 

Thankfully his head is quiet for once, but Leon knows it's not going to last long. Tomorrow will always exist. When he’s finished with his drink, the cubes bump his nose. He stares at them for a moment before getting back up and going to the kitchen. Strangely, he just sets his glass in the sink with no struggle over whether he wants to pour another one or not. 

Leon hardly thinks as he drags himself into the bathroom and into the shower. He wants warm water, but quickly decides against it, figuring he’d given himself enough reward with the cold drink. When he’s finished with his freezing shower, he dries himself off while staring at the door. He’s not sure he wants to look at himself, much less acknowledge that he exists. Leon leaves the light on, figuring he’ll just come back to put clothes on or brush his teeth, but he gets distracted as soon as he opens the door to his shared bedroom. 

Y/N’s there, laying on his stomach shirtless. The heavy comforter was kicked over to Leon’s unoccupied side and only a sheet was left haphazardly strewn over Y/N's lower half. Leon latches onto the smooth curve of Y/N's back in the dim light of the open door. The skin there is unblemished and undisturbed and something within Leon wants to keep it that way. He knows every curve and dip of Y/N's body, he’s committed it to memory. 

But his hands still itch to explore. Before Leon’s aware of what he’s doing, he’s letting the towel fall to the floor and slowly making his way onto the bed. He lays on his side and props his head up with one hand and his elbow digging into the mattress where Y/N had stolen his pillow.  Leon's finger tips graze Y/N's hip. They follow the line of the sheet until they get to Y/N's spine. 

Leon’s brain tells him to stop rewarding himself. But Y/N has always inspired a strong thirst and greed for contact in Leon, that he’s never experienced before. Carefully, Leon splays his hand along the dip in Y/N's lower back. He tries to end it there and say he’s had enough, but Leon’s greed grows its own will. Greed drags Leon’s hand upwards, following the direction of Y/N's spine as it leads him over soft skin and strong shoulders. 

Greed lightens Leon’s touch as his hand settles over Y/N's warm nape. Leon knows Y/N’s living, he can see the other man's shoulders expand with each deep breath. But greed presses Leon’s fingers against Y/N’s steady pulse. Leon lets out a long relieved breath and Y/N only stirs to seemingly copy him. It brings Leon back into his brain. 

Reminds him that he is real, and Y/N's comfort in him makes Leon real. This time, Leon pushes his hand up. He tangles his fingers into Y/N's soft hair. Leon drags his hand back down Y/N’s body and slowly pushes the sheet off. Leon leans in and presses wet hot kisses along the skin of Y/N’s shoulder as his fingers worm under Y/N’s waistband. Y/N tastes vaguely of sweat and smells distinctly like Leon’s body wash. 

It's a revelation that has Leon’s cock twitching in interest and chubbing up slightly. Leon ignores it though, in favour of grabbing a handful of Y/N’s plush ass and kneading it. This time when Y/N stirs, he groans quietly and huffs softly. The sounds make Leon bite a grin into Y/N’s shoulder, leaving teeth marks that rush blood to his cock and contradicts his earlier thinking. Only, Leon always likes it when it's his marks and blemishes on Y/N’s skin. 

He should be the only one that gets to do it, to see it. Leon’s hand slides out of Y/N’s underwear and pushes the garment down under Y/N’s ass. He drags his fingernails up the curve of it and draws a sleepy moan from Y/N’s chest. As Leon resumes his groping and kneading, his eyes follow the deepening of Y/N’s breaths. In playful retaliation, Leon delivers a swat to Y/N’s ass cheek, Then the second. 

The first was enough to startle Y/N back out of his sleep, but the second was for Leon. “You clean?” Leon murmurs into the bitten skin of Y/N’s shoulder. His voice is heavy with arousal as his hand wraps around his thickening cock. “Mhm.” Y/N hums and nods into the pillow, his voice thick from sleep. Leon gives his dick one last stroke before throwing his leg over Y/N and settling on Y/N's muscled thighs. 

His body is Leon’s wonder, muscled in his shoulders and thighs and arms But soft all at the same time. Y/N’s content to just play there and let Leon do what he wants. Leon's cock rests in the split of Y/N’s ass as he leans over to pull open the nightstand drawer. Lube and Condoms sit atop everything else, like Y/N was aware this would happen. The condom rolls on easily, but the grease always stays. 

Leon knows it wont get off his skin until he properly washes his hands. He can't bring himself to care, not when Y/N is laid out all sexy and ready for him. Leon rubs his cock against the split in Y/N's ass, a warm feeling spreading all throughout his chest as he watches Y/N do his best to grind back against him. Leon shifts back a little and spreads Y/N’s ass to get a good look at his perfect hole. How could one man be so perfect all over? Maybe god was real, if Y/N exists as perfect as he is and still settles for Leon then maybe- Y/N whines in the back of his throat and pushes his ass back, better now with Leon’s weight not pinning his hips to the bed. 

Leon bites back a grin and swats Y/N’s ass another time, drawing a cute moan from Y/N’s throat. Leon’s thumb brushes over Y/N’s opening, it's soft and gives way easily. Leon lets out a shaky breath and tests it again. He presses the pad of his thumb against Y/N’s hole, only for it to try and swallow Leon’s digit up immediately. Leon groans and his cock twitches hard, “You have fun down here earlier babe?” He asks, feeling a little dizzy at the thought. 

Y/N hums, “Yeah, did it in the shower earlier.” He murmurs sleepily. Leon shakes his head and squirts cold lube onto Y/N’s hole as punishment. Y/N clenches and whines, “The hell for?” - “For not telling me sooner.” Leon eases a finger in, testing how loose Y/N still was. “You wouldn’t have done your job.” Y/N reasons sleepily, he moans softly when Leon eases a second finger in. “So?” Leon murmurs, he doesn't actually care anymore. He’s struggling to keep Y/N spread so he can watch his fingers disappear in and out of his lover. 

“Fuck me.” Y/N whines and clenches as hard as he can around Leon’s fingers. He’s loose enough for his hole to lewdly open up around Leon’s tip and as he slowly pushes in, Leon eases his fingers out. Once the head is inside, Y/N moans into his pillow and his hole flexes around Leon’s cock. “A little more lube baby.” Y/N whines all breathy and already sounding fucked out. Leon pulls out as kindly as he can and squirts more lube, this time on his cock. 

Leon shifts closer to Y/N’s ass as he strokes his dick, spreading the lube and offering himself some relief. This time, Leon slides in a lot easier. The head pops past the rim so nicely both of them groan. “Fuck me.” Y/N repeats, this time with more conviction. He tries to raise his hips and push back on Leon’s cock, but Leon’s weight keeps him pinned. 

Instead, Y/N’s hand reaches back and blindly grabs around until it lands on Leon’s hip. “Fucking need it.” Y/N moans hoarsely as his pulling gets Leon a little deeper. Leon feels like he’s in some kind of wet dream. Y/N’s so tight and hot around him he can barely think, so all he can do is follow Y/N’s demands. He sinks in until their hips are flush and he lays down on top of Y/N so he can hear Y/N panting into his pillow. 

Y/N whines, but Leon’s hand in his hair draws his attention. He turns his head and watches Leon’s face under droopy lids. His brow furrows as he leans in to kiss Leon. Leon melts immediately into the kiss, his hips flex against Y/N’s ass and grind comfortably into his hole. Y/N moans all weak and needy sounding into Leon’s mouth but he doesn't break the kiss. 

It's wet and messy and neither pull away until the need for air gets too much to ignore. The oxygen rushing back to their brains is nothing less than euphoric. Leon shifts so he can easily pull out of Y/N and slide back in. The first few thrusts are rough and uncoordinated, the rush has them dizzy, but Leon comes back quick enough to push the head of his cock against Y/N’s prostate. Y/N sobs into the pillow out of relief, his dizzy persists as Leon keeps fucking against his prostate hard. 

Leon slides between his thighs and picks his ass up to better the angle. It feels so good, too good. Y/N can hardly breathe, it feels like Leon’s cock is punching the air out of his lungs. His mouth is stuck hanging open in pleasure but he can't make a sound. When Leon shoves his cock deep and grinds into Y/N’s prostate, Y/N lets out a long moan and cums into his underwear. 

Leon freezes for a moment before relaxing when he realizes what happens. As Y/N pants, Leon tries to hide his laugh into Y/N’s shoulder but manages very poorly. Y/N rolls his eyes and twists to shove at Leon until he’s off so Y/N can kick his underwear to the floor and pull Leon’s condom off “Stop laughing and I’ll suck your dick.” Y/N huffs.

[mackjlee9]

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

Warning; porn without plop, younger reader (early/mid 20s), not really fwb just a regular fling. Short chapter.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil

Leon was used to casual flings every now and again whenever he needed to relax and unwind from the stress of his job, and usually, he picks a random chick at a bar, somehow similar to Ada, but now...

He doesn't know why he's found himself in the arms of the same guy, again. It's the fifth time that month and he hates himself for that.

But holy shit, the way this guy fucks him definitely has his mind going numb, completely gone and he loves that, so much. Leon can feel his hot skin pressing against his back, he could almost feel the way his heart was beating, the guy's hands were placed on either side of his head and Leon can only grip the sheets, pressing his face against the pillow, tears falling down his flushed face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, bucking his hips back whenever he felt the stimulation directly on his prostate.

"Shit-! Feels so fucking good..." He mutters between curses, being followed by a string of moans and whimpers.

(M/n) holds back a smirk and leans down, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, moving his hands to place them on Leon's waist, "You like that?" He whispers next to Leon's ear, hearing the men under him groaning when he stayed still, his cock filling him up.

"Fuck yeah I love it~" Unable to hold back his smirk, (M/n) leaned back, his hands gripping onto Leon's waist as he makes him kneel on the bed, his hand caressing the scarred skin on its way up to his chest, pinching on Leon's nipples, feeling him tightening around his cock.

"Let me make you feel good, mister."

There it goes, the reminder that they're nothing to each other, Leon doesn't even know this guy's name, and (M/n) doesn't know his either. Leon only knows that he loves his cock and how good he can fuck him, how good he is at helping clear his mind, allowing him to give up that front of being a strong, responsible agent.

Leon turns his head to look into his (e/c) eyes, reaching his hand to grip his (straight/wavy/curly) hair, pulling his close to press a messy kiss on his lips.

"Fuck me 'till I can't think of anything but your cock," (M/n) bit his lip and kissed Leon again, groaning as he slowly started picking up the pace of his thrusts.

"As you wish~"

//////

"You're gonna be assigned a new partner, Mr.Kennedy," Leon crossed his arms and sighed, not really looking forward to playing babysitter with a rookie, "Mr.(L/n), you can come in."

Leon's frown was replaced by a shocked expression the moment the men walked through the door. If anything, the last thing he expected was to meet his casual fling... At work.

(M/n) also seemed surprised at first, but soon a playful smirk tugged at his lips.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet the Leon Kennedy himself," he was definitely making fun of him... Was he?

His eyes were eyeing him up and down with a dark look, and Leon suddenly felt very self-conscious, despite knowing the male has seen him naked a bunch of times in the past month.

"I'll leave you guys to get to know each other before the debriefing starts," oh, this was certainly a way to get to know each other besides having sex every other day of the week.

[xmalereader]

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[s1m0nth3swag]

Leon S. Kennedy X M!Reader

A little self indulgent fic, because Leon is my husband (real) (not clickbait) (we are cuddling on the couch as of writing this). Fluffy but I DEFINETLY have some silly nsfw indulgences with him :)

Fun fact a chainsaw actually went off while I wrote this so that is definetly a sign from the universe.

I changed some stuff about my layout etc for this one, but the spacing is a little weird for this one because I had to write it on another medium and not tumblr, since for some reason I couldn't save at some points. (tho i think i fixed it pretty well)

may or may not be a little rushed at the end because I got new scenarios for Leon and uhm!!! BIG need to write but I wanted to finish this one to properly introduce my new layout and stuff!

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Male Reader, Leon is a silly guy, mentions and describtions of alcoholism, lots of bumps and small issues because Leon doesn't know how to properly care for someone and neither does reader, Reader is mentioned to be younger & shorter than Leon and to not understand social cues at times, Vendetta to Death Island Leon (my favs <3), slight mention of Death, slipped my head cannon in here that Vendetta Leon was in a long depressive episode and actually got to heal some time before Death Island, soft angst because Reader thinks Leon is straight, slight themes of bullying (though its never said to be that), pretty long (surprised at myself for that), only like halfway proof read

When you met Leon for the first time you swore you'd dislike him. You had just recently started working as a DSO agent and were supposed to work under him for a while, because he was "a competent older agent" and "knew what he was doing". Yet there he was, hungover from last night, wishing he already had another bottle of literally whatever alcohol he could acquire. For a second, you believed that he was someone else, surely not the Leon Scott Kennedy you had only heard praises of, someone who was held over your head as role model during the gruesome training you had to go through. Not a chance this poor excuse of a DSO agent was the person you had been told to be like. He had looked at you, grumbled something under his breath, and then strutted into his office. He hadn't even paid you a second glance. You didn't know whether to be offended or glad about it. If he didn't like you, you'd get assigned to another DSO agent, someone who might actually look the part. Someone who wouldn't be such a lowlife as Leon seemed to be. You'd take that over Leon any day, you told yourself.

Nothing prepared you for what would actually happen. Sure, Leon seemed to absolutely hate that you had been assigned to him, but he didn't order for you to get assigned to someone else. He was pretty chill about literally everything, actually. You had been with him for about a week when you started to wonder why he wouldn't just let you go to another agent, especially since he made a point of continously telling you what you did wrong, and that you should just quit the job. A few times you almost snapped at him, almost demanded to know why he was being this difficult. You hadn't trained for months and months just to get told off by this drunken mistake of a guy. You couldn't though. Leon Scott Kennedy, as much as you hated it, was still your superior, and if you didn't want to get fired because you snapped at some stupid remarks. You wouldn't let yourself drop that low because of him. That'd be the worst way to lose the job you had worked so fucking hard for.

You could deal with it though.

And you would.

The first time you started hating Leon a little less was when you were practically baking in your office on a hot summers day. You had just recently gotten your own office, after having to share with Leon for a few weeks - you only now had worked up the status to have your own. However, your AC was positively broken. YOu guessed that was the only reason why you got this office, no one else would want to work in it, so give it to the stupid newbie who won't complain. You sat on your desk, looking through files while having your window wide open - luckily for you, the day was almost completely windless, no risk of government documents getting flown out like your life is some generic movie. You were melting, an honestly, the day couldn't get worse. At least ypu thought that until Leon strutted in. IN your mind, you let out an exhausted groan. After a night fully worked though, a whole day of sitting in the worst heat and multiple files already worked through, you really didn't want to deal with his bullshit as well. You gave the taller man the slightest glare, waiting for him to speak. Instead he placed a bowl on your desk, on top some file - you'd be mad about that later, as you figured out that it had left a stain.

Icecream.

He had brought you icecream.

Your expression turned into one of surprise and shock as you watched him simply leave - he didn't even tell you that you were working too slow or that you had more to do than just sit around. The first thought that came to mind was that he had poisened the sweet treat, but honestly you couldn't be bothered as you cooled yourself from the inside with it. It didn't help much, but the thought had been... weirdly sweet. Well, at least until you noticed the previously mentioned stain and cursed Leon again.

Screw him and his weird gestures which got you into trouble for getting government files dirty.

But at least you got cooled down a little.

The second time you knew that your feelings for your superior agent had changed was when the office held a party upon another agent returning from a particularly gruesome mission. You didn't know the agent's name, but apparently she was now a pretty big deal around the office. Most agents were getting drunk, having fun, and enjoying the opportunity of having a proper break for once - all of you were overworked, definitely. You had simply sat yourself in a corner, completely unused to how busy the office now seemed. Normally you were tucked back into your own, buried behind files and the dreams of soon going on your own mission and returning as a hero, not out and about with everyone. There were only a few people you actually spoke to, mostly superiors and some agents that graduated the together with you. Though, in your defense, you had enough friends outside of work. At least you thought so.

Leon had strutted into the party fashionably late, already somewhat drunk and looking way too disheveled. He normally looked like a wet kitten picked up and brought inside out of pity - now it was somehow worse than that. Messy hair, eyebags way too big, face just a little paler than he normally was. You figured he wasn't feeling too well, but still came to the party. Probably for the free booze. Still, you felt obligated to keep an eye on him, just to be safe. He was your superior, you couldn't just let him do stupid shit. It would put a bad light on you as well, and you simply couldn't have Leon put you in yet another spot of annoyance.

Most of the night went well. Leon didn't pull any shit, and you weren't spoken to by anyone, which was a huge plus to you, because looking after Leon was already like taking care of a toddler, and talking to someone would have made that task a lot harder. After a little more time though, Leon had caught onto your slight staring and confidently walked over to you, basically glaring you down. You carefully started writing your will in your head, because you were convinced he would kill you on the spot - or, even worse for you, get you fired by labeling you as some creep.

"Something on my face or what's got you staring like that?" He ruffly asks, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. You let a sigh slip from your lips. "No, sir. I just figured I'd have to watch you so you don't make a fool of yourself." You then answered. If you were going to be humiliated in public, you at least wouldn't go down without showing Leon what a hypocrite he was.

You were once again caught off-guard by him when he actually started chuckling at your words. It was a pleasant sound, you had to admit. Nice and deep, but not cold, a pretty inviting sound actually. You couldn't help but let the slight shock you felt show on your face, which made him let out a breathy laugh. "What, did ya think I'd be mad at that? You'll have to try better, kid." He then grins, walking off to leave you alone, completely and utterly confused.

Leon left the party with some other agent. A pretty, young woman.

Your stomach twisted as you watched him step out the door, an arm around her waist and a charming smile on his lips.

That night was the first time you couldn't sleep because of Leon Scott Kennedy.

The last time you felt awful about yourself because of Leon was when you were told you'd get your first solo mission. It had been a month or two after the office party. A month or two after you noticed that you maybe didn't hate him as much as you thought you did. A week after Leon had started taking care of himself again, gaining muscle and wearing suits to the office, which he hadn't done once in the time you knew him. Three days after you had figured out that you also weren't as straight as you thought you were. 

You were underprepared, wouldn't get the proper equipment, and the mission itself was total bullshit. The notes didn't make sense, the objective was way too random and you hadn't found any previous intel on anything mentioned in the file. It was like you were supposed to be confused by it, because everytime you even tried to ask someone about it, they'd simply give you an apologetic smile and went on about their day. 

You were convinced that this was a plot to have you die on a random mission, because you had been too annoying, or made too many mistakes. Something. Anything. It didn't make sense.

For some reason, you found yourself standing in front of Leons office at last. Totally not because you were going to beg someone for intel, and weirdly enough you’d be the least embarrassed if the person you were begging was Leon. You gathered the courage to actually knock on the glass door, already feeling slightly nervous and uneasy. You didn't know how he'd respond, if he'd call you stupid, or worse. Your already close to fragile mind wouldn't be able to take that after spending sleepless nights because of him. A deep breath, a muttered curse, and his door swiftly flying open before you could even properly knock. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are standing in front of my door— oh. It's you.” He spoke, all anger in his voice dissolving as he looked down at you, a complete nervous wreck. His tie was loose, he had probably been tugging on it,and his hair was a tad bit messy again. By now, that was actually weird for him, since he seemed to genuinely care for his appearance. “Sorry, I uh… I just got this mission and I'm uhm.. a little confused.” You muttered, an embarrassed flush creeping onto your cheeks as you gaze drifted to the floor - completely uncharacteristic for you, who normally stood your ground against him. Leon stared at you for a moment before he sighed and stepped aside to let you inside his office. He wordlessly took the folder with information, which you had been clutching onto for dear life, from you, swiftly looking through it, his expression growing more and more exhausted and angry. 

He'd say you're stupid. Definitely. He thought you were an absolute idiot. 

What you didn't think he'd do is let out a groan, open his office door, and yell out: “You lot are fucking assholes!”

You stared at him in disbelief, by now having taken a seat on the small couch that Leon had placed in his office some time between the party and you getting your own office. With absolutely no clue what was going on, you watched Leon step out, argue with someone - a female voice, as far as you could make out. You didn't exactly know what to do, especially since Leon hadn't told you a thing. You were simply sitting by, waiting for orders, getting yelled at, or fired - you didn't know what to expect either, if you were honest. 

When Leon returned, you had been picking at the skin of your fingers for a good five minutes or so. He closed his office door and strutted to his chair, swiftly falling into it with a heavy groan. 

“I'm sorry sir I just–” You started, interrupted by a dismissive wave. “There's no mission. It was a prank. I told them not to do it. Their reasoning was that you needed to get out of your office more and this would force you to talk to someone. They didn't plan ahead though, and simply told everyone that they'd give you a fake mission, without telling anyone what to say. I'm having her write an incident report about this. You can go home.” He simply spoke, leaning back in his chair as he looked at you. His words practically beat you down. 

A prank. 

A stupid fucking prank and you had gotten this upset over it. 

You stared at the floor, desperately trying to even begin to understand that stupid reason. You didn't like socializing. Simple as that. Leon didn't do it, but he didn't get pranked and laughed at for it. 

“She..?” You then asked, looking up at Leon. 

“That agent that we had the party for. She grew over her own head, thinking she could rule the office.” He shrugged as you got up. “Where are you going, kid?” Leon wondered, clearly a little confused by the look on your face. 

“Socializing.” You simply spoke, unsure of what you'd actually do. You were upset, angry… a lot more than that. You wanted to beat her, calmly tell her why what she did was wrong. A lot of conflicting emotions and thoughts. 

“Instead of chewing her face off, how about you just come over to mine later, and we drink our asses into oblivion?” Leon sighed. He had dealt with stuff like that before, surprisingly as it was. You didn't make it particularly easy for yourself, though, as you didn't even seem to notice when you were getting out of line. Hell, you stood up to his gruff demeanor without a second thought - maybe you were just a bit crazy. Maybe a little more than just a bit. 

That's how you ended up on the couch of Leon's living room instead, beer in hand, the TV on, Leon beside you with a respectable amount of space in between the two of you. His couch was comfortable, probably having been used for more than just a few years, as you could feel yourself slowly sinking into it while sipping your beer silently. Normally, you'd become more social when drinking. But normally, you weren't in your superiors' apartment. Nonetheless, a superior you had grown to realize you had a crush on. 

Thinking about it, it had been obvious, really. 

You don't think you've ever actually hated Leon. You just thought you did because you had actually felt like that for the first time in possibly years. A nervous glance over at Leon let you know that the other was focused On the TV, which stupidly led you to eye him cautiously, your gaze trailing along his face, jaw, neck… you felt a little weird when looking at him like this. He had pulled off his tie, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. Now that he wasn't wearing a blazer, you could see that his shirt was the tiniest bit too tight around his biceps - you swallowed harshly before forcing yourself to look away. 

Leon hadn't noticed how awkward you felt around him. He was already at his third beer himself, seemingly a routine for him. You, on the other hand, were still sipping the first half of your first. Soft concerns about Leon's alcohol consumption filled your mind, but it wasn't your place to judge or comment on it. It was overall known at the office that Leon struggled - he frequented the office therapist, but only to sit there in silence as he stared the poor guy down. He only went because it was mandatory for agents after an unfortunate accident, a story no one you asked would ever expand on. You figured you wouldn't want to know anyway. 

“You do know that the others pick on you constantly, right? There's a reason you have so many files.” Leon suddenly huffed, resting his head on his fist as he glanced over at you. You shrugged awkwardly. “I never noticed anything. I figured that… well, that everyone had so much work.” You mumbled. All this had been a bad idea. Definitely. This was stupid. Leon sighed your name, and it made a small shiver run down your back. He had used your first name, not the generic ‘Agent’, or simply your last name. It surprised you that he even knew your last name. You couldn't keep your cheeks from flushing. 

“Listen, I thought you'd get it yourself, you aren't the type to be this… I don't know, obedient?” The older agent grumbled, shaking his head softly. You could only watch his soft strands of hair shake, wondering if they'd feel the way they looked. It took you a moment to realize his words. 

A little dumbfounded, you asked him to explain what he meant by that. He didn't think you were ‘obedient’? Was that a good thing? Seeing as how your job was quite literally all about following orders, you feared that it might not be. Leon struggled to find the words to properly explain what he meant. “Like.. You stand up for yourself. Always, no matter what. It just.. feels weird to see you like.. like you can't take care of yourself? You normally speak your mind, but at the same time you're scared of not following everything to standard. You're.. weird, honestly. I don't mean that in a bad way, particularly.” He shrugged, and it was noticeable that he also didn't know how to deal with this. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. 

“I don't notice.” You then mumble, taking a sip from your beer. Leon looks at you in confusion, so you clarify. “When I'm being harsh, or mean, or whatever. I don't notice. I speak my mind because I never got told that that was a bad thing at times. I guess I learned from childhood that most people don't appreciate it when I simply tell them that their life decisions statistically suck, but it never sticks.” The soft shrug that you add at the end earns you a chuckle from Leon. A sound you grew to appreciate more than anything. “Is that why you don't talk to people?” He asks, nudging your knee with his foot playfully - this is probably the most relaxed you've ever seen him. “I do talk to people.” You grumble, a soft pout on your lips. “Just not coworkers.” Leon chuckles again. If you could, you'd bottle the sound and replay it forever. There's a soft silence again, but this time, you are oddly aware of the fact that Leon is looking at you, almost the same way you were beforehand. You feel the sudden urge to chug your beer in one go. 

"I really want to help you, kid." The older agent then sighs, shaking his head softly while getting up to go get himself another beer. "Surprising, I thought you wanted me gone." You huffed. The alcohol had probably loosened your tongue, and you didn't want to have to wonder about Leons actions anymore. One day he'd be nice to you, and then the next he'd glare at you like he was on a murder spree. It was confusing. He claimed to want to help you, but never actually did anything, it seems. You desperately wanted answers - partly because it would probably help you deal with the definitely improper feelings for Leon. He only stared at you for a moment, before sighing again and shortly leaving the room. You had fucked up, hadn't you? You made him uncomfortable or something.

"I don't.. want you to leave. Not fully, anyway." Leon hummed as he walked back into the living room, a glass in his hand. You guessed he had gotten something stronger than a simple beer. "This job ruins people. I mean, you know how I acted when you first got into the office. I was actually the reason that the whole therapist rule was put up..." He chuckles awkwardly as he moves to sit beside you again. You nervously notice that he's sitting closer than before. "I was forced into this, you chose it. And seriously, it's a stupid choice. This job gets you killed, brutaly so. It doesn't even have to be a Bioterrorist mission, every other one is awful as well." He explains, running a hand through his hair after taking a quite big sip from his glass. You're reminded of your beer, so you take a sip as well. You aren't quite sure what to say, you don't think you have a valid reason for your choice either. "The fact that you don't understand how to... well.. properly act doesn't help that either." He mutters, looking at you expectantly. A soft shrug is all you can muster up, still trying to think of the words to bring your point across - if you even had an actual point. Some silent moments passed. "I guess I just always wanted to be.. a hero.. of sorts." You then mumbled awkwardly. "The stories we were told of you were just a way to get me even more determined and well.. now it's too late to quit. I didn't go through all that just to go work in some coffee shop." You added, looking at the other cautiously. You weren't sure if he'd like your answer, even though it was mostly how you truly felt. Leon simply nodded as you spoke. “Yeah, I can respect that.” He then answers, another blanket of silence enveloping the two of you. Both of you sip at your respective drinks, caught in your thoughts for a moment. 

“You got yourself together though, didn't you?” You then asked, unsure if the question would cross a line. The way Leon looked just a few months ago came to mind, the imagery of a wet kitten. The drunkard you had ‘despised’. Leon thought for a moment, a soft hum coming from him as he weighed his response. “I guess I did.” He then shrugged. “A friend of mine made me realize that I couldn't sulk around forever. That I had to keep going, even though it was hard.” Leon added. You watched as he downed his drink and set the glass down on the small table in front the couch. It reminded you of how awkward this situation actually was. Alone with your superior in his apartment, drinking alcohol all because you couldn't properly socialize with the rest of your coworkers. A bit ironic, actually. The only person you could talk to was the man that made you realize you were into guys. You huffed at that realization, slightly staring at Leon, who was apparently zoned out a little. The alcohol was getting to your head properly now - you'd always been somewhat of a lightweight - and you couldn't help but sigh as a strand of hair fell into Leons face, reaching out to brush it behind his ear again. The second your fingers made contact with the soft skin of his cheek you pulled back again, awkwardly aware of how weird that just was. Your cheeks flushed a deep red as Leon shot up to look at you, caught off-guard by the sudden touch. “Your uhm.. I just wanted to fix your hair. Sorry.” You mumbled, looking away from the older man in embarrassment. Neither of you said anything for a moment - it wasn't helping your state that this silence wasn't as pleasant as the others had been - and you already thought of the way Leon would tell you to leave. 

Instead, you heard Leon chuckle as he gently took your chin to turn your head back towards him. "You could've just said that you wanted to touch me." He grins, awfully close to you. Your brain malfunctions for a second. "Come on, it's fine." The other adds, and you can form enough of a thought to carefully brush the hair out his face. His bright blue eyes dug into yours - your heart stopped for a second - before you pushed away slightly. This was crossing a line, no matter how much you wanted to be close to Leon, you wouldn't have it like this. He was probably just drunk and acting stupid. There was no way he'd ever actually be interested in you, in any way, shape, or form. Hell, Leon probably wasn't into men at all - a thought quickly dismantled as Leon suddenly leaned towards you and pressed a kiss against your lips. You were too shocked to react, simply jerked away as the abrupt action wasn't what you had ever thought would happen. "Shit. I'm sorry, I read that wrong didn't I?" Leon immediatly says, his expression showing that he hadn't meant to do anything you didn't want. "I just- I didn't think you'd... be into guys..? Let alone me." You spoke hastily, not wanting him to feel bad - not when inside you were fireworks going off. "I'm not, usually. You're just.. different. Only had this one time before and well that was... ended prematurely." He chuckled awkwardly. "I'm willing to try though, with you. Only if you want to though, of course. I'm not forcing you or anything, I now realise that's awful to say when I'm literally your superior and you probably will feel pressured-" Leon starts rambling, running a hand through his hair. It was actually kinda cute to see him like this, somewhat panicked because he wants to make sure that you know he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable. "It's fine. If you're actually willing to, I'd uhm.. I'd really love to try." You answer, your voice just slightly higher than usually because of how nervous you are. "You are?" Leon asks, just to make sure. A huge grin spreads on his lips as soon as you nod. "Really?" He asks again, excitement clear in his voice. "Really." You answer after clearing your throat. You want to jump up and down in excitement, scream out loud, literally whatever, because you're genuinely on the verge of getting to date Leon. You're caught off guard when Leon stands up, pulling you off the couch as well. You were painfully reminded of the fact that he was taller than you as you stood right in front of him, looking up. Your face flushed when Leon cupped your cheek with his hand. "Would you like to be my boyfriend?" He asked softly, almost as if he was scared that your answer could be anything but a clear yes. "Yes. Definitely. I really want to be your boyfriend." You answer.

Leon kisses you, and you swear it's the best you've ever felt.

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Whilest im making my much bigger Leon Project should I make a silly lil Leon Kennedy x Goth M!Reader😱⁉️

[narcissarina]

HIII! How are you, pookie? Here a request.

Honestly I love vendetta Leon, I think he has so much potential in fics! So, I was thinking about grumpy vendetta Leon who gets paired up in a mission with agent reader who is younger than him and they're full of life, literally a sunshine.

Leon sometimes would be bothered by reader's attitude, like 'why are they so happy?' or something like that, but after finishing the mission he would get used to reader, yet he would be his usual stern and cold himself. After some months of working together, Leon starts liking reader because they make him happy or something like that. (they could end together like a couple. You can make it fluff, angst or smut, it's up to you! I also loved your last fic, bodyguard Leon it's just another level 😭)

I'm doing fine lovieee!!! Ty for the request ^-^! Ngl I had an idea and idk if you're into a crossover trope but I DID IT>:)) Reader from SHIELD from the marvels!! Two different agents working together for their agency benefits omg. Hope you like it pookie!!😭🤞 lil smut in here😍😍

Crossed Paths𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ

MarvelAgent!Reader x Vendetta!Leon

Word count: 3,546

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 ����𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎.

Leon thought to himself, “why can’t I have a peaceful vacation?” His peace always gets interrupted when he had been given a chance to enjoy his day off, even if it means his vacation is drinking his problem away and get wasted.

After that mission, he was assigned yet again to another. He took his flask out to clench his thirst but Chris quickly took his beloved alcohol away from him, “come on, Leon.” Chris sighs and put the flask aside, he earned a grumble from Leon as the tired agent sat on his seat and lean back.

He doesn’t know why he’s still here, his mission’s finished, right? Can’t he go back to his vacation and drink away? Why did the D.S.O assigned him to another mission when they clearly gave him a day off, he hasn’t been able to enjoy his break the fullest.

“Why am I here?” He asked himself, Chris cock a brow and elbow on his knees. Nudging his friends leg, “you good?” he asked, Leon hums and spread his legs apart—his mood shifting and his patience running.

Voices broke out, coming closer to the two.

“We’re glad you have convinced Director to have you work for us for a while, agent.” A males voice was heard, a heels that belongs to a female clicks as a soft chuckle was caught, “it’ll benefit both us, that’s why it took director to agree.”

The door was swung open, Leon’s eyes darted at the two individuals—he recognize the man but the woman beside him, he didn’t met before nor does she works for the D.S.O, Leon tap Chris’ shoulder with the back of his hand and point directly at you, “who’s she?” he asked in a whisper, Chris shrugged and respond, “probably from a different agency base on her attire,” the males eyed you from head to toe, “uhm, or a new recruit?”

“A new recruit doesn’t look like that, Chris.”

Your eyes quickly caught the two agents, Chris quickly looked away and cleared his throat—Leon on the other hand, maintain eye contact with his arms folded against his chest. “She looks young,” Chris hums to Leon’s remark, “guessing she’s in her mid-twenties or something like that.”

A smile flashed to him, your eyes smiled with your lips—as if the sun was kissing Leon all over the face. Your attire, Leon assumes it’s a uniform that all agent wears in your agency—all black, straps over your thighs, waist and chest. Fit and highlighting your curves.

“Ah, agent Kennedy!” The man exclaimed, his voice raised as he walks to the tired agent, “please to see you here, this is…” you cut him off and told Leon your name, he hadn’t heard that name before so he knew you’re not from around here.

Furthermore, Leon got the gist of it—you, from the S.H.I.E.L.D comes to work with D.S.O for a while, approximately for eight months via contract. And, he’s assigned to be with you, special mission was also been handed over to the two of you.

Chris left Leon with you after a few minutes hearing about the mission that’s been given for him and yours only, giving the tired agent the best before leaving.

“Fantastic,” Leon groans and threw his head back, “not the reaction I am expecting, agent.” You smiled and take a sit beside him, taking the file from his hand, flipping pages and humming to yourself. Silence was loud as you speak to break the eerie silence, “I never expect you in this kind of state.” You murmur.

Leon shot his head up and looks at you, “what do you mean?” he asked, “when I read your files, you were quite a charm sir.” You turn your head and grin at him, “and younger, full of life—now…” you stop yourself and chuckle, Leon doesn’t know whether he would take that as an insult or a compliment.

“You have files about me?” Leon click his tongue and shakes his head, “don’t believe ya.” He mutter, taking his flask from the other side of the table, raising a brow as you took it away from his hand, “come on!” he grumbles and rolled his eyes, “can’t drink today, Leon. We have a job to finish.”

“About the files…” you started to tease the agent further, explaining little events that had happen to his life—how you knew the shits he had to endure and how he was forced in this agent gig just to protect someone, but you didn’t drew the line. It did made the agent irritated, resulting him to walk away.

You laugh at his reaction, you will have your fun breaking down his walls bit by bit and give him the relaxation he deserves. After all, he’s been through enough right?

“Why are you here?” He groans, you smiled up to him, “I mean, gonna share some intel on our mission, no?” you remind him and share the location and what are the objectives to accomplish, Leon had no choice but to listen—he is assigned with you after all.

What he had in mind is that you’re all smiles, always flashing your teeth to him as your eyes smiles too—you’re just so… Happy, full of life and energy. And he’s, well, grumpy.

It gives sunshine and grumpy duo, you were always asking him if he got that and that he’s still listening, of course he is! He’s just wondering what kept you look sore in the eyes.

“So,” Leon starts, his tired eyes gazing to you, “the contract only last for eight months?” he raise a brow and tilt his head to your side as he question, you nod in response and cross your leg—a smile forming on your face, “yes sir, and I’ll be out of your ass after eight months.” You heard a scoff from him and drink from his flask, “that’s good.” He murmurs.

Laughing at his response, you read files about him back at S.H.I.E.L.D’s and you never knew that the man had his colors drained, well—you want to change that, add a little blues and hues to his life and it’ll give him the thrill.

���Do you always dye your hair every phrase you go down to?”

“What do you mean?” Leon sighs and asked, wondering why he even bothers hanging around with you as you swirl your drink in hand, “I mean, you were a bright bloke the night before the incident back at Raccoon City, then when you went to save the presidents daughter—your hair became a little dull and longer and so on so forth and now…” you eyed him from his chest and head, “you look emo.”

He would be lying if he didn’t crack a smile, “You’re funny.” He says sarcastically, you gave a bow; hand in chest and bow down with elegance. “Why thank you, my good sire.” You tease.

Well that wouldn’t end well, assignment had been piling up on the two of you and it result you always carrying the mission and giving Leon light works, he always asked why, your responded with: “can’t have my senior break his back.”

Even though there was the big assignment for the two of you, you help Leon first with his extra ones—paperwork and some stuff he needs to finish rather than stressing around it, saving him from the burden. Then the main event had finally come.

Retrieving an item for the D.S.O and data for S.H.I.E.L.D, wondering why can’t S.H.I.E.L.D’s best heroes do this—to be honest, they’re busy on their own saving civilizations. And you’re chill being away from them for a while, and only a month; Leon started to get used from your tactics and personality. Although he’s still his cold, grumpy, stern and glaring anyone that invade his space.

“so, what kind of monsters do you fight?” you asked, shooting at the enemies opposite side from Leon, “zombies and some fucked up shit that B.O.Ws create.” He shouts from above, you gasp and smack the zombie in its head and shot it, “you guys fight these stuff?” you speak with curiosity.

“Yeah, why’d you ask? No, what do you fight?”

“Aliens from outer space, crazy things that got in New York and oh! There was this god who uhm,” you pause, stabbing your opponent with the tip back of your heel, “who almost held the entire city hostage.” You chuckle your last word and turn to him, he couldn’t describe anything right now. Probably the word silly and unbelievable would do the trick.

He jumps down and land on his feet, stepping towards you and hand on his hip, “you got to be fucking with me.” He remarks, not believing a word that you just said, “do I look like I’m lying, Mr. Kennedy?” you hums and took your hand off the chest of the zombie, taking the heart with you as it was still beating.

“Don’t…” he points to your hand, “fucking do that shit.” He finishes and sigh, “and I don’t know whether to believe you or not, but no.” his lips turns to a thin line and his brows still furrowed, “your face looks like it hurts.” You pointed out and threw the heart in your hand away.

The agent doesn’t know what he’ll do to you, you got the energy and stamina to be optimistic about everything and he doesn’t know where you’re seeing the light.

You turn your head to him, folded your arms and shift your weight to your right—both of you covered in crimson from the enemies, “got the thing?” you question him as Leon brought the item that the D.S.O wanted and wiggle it on the air and put it back to his pocket, “how about you? Got the data that S.H.I.E.L.D needed?” you flash him the document in hand and push it to his chest.

“Tada! Teamwork, baby!” you yelled and pat his shoulder, “by the way, do we only take your bike all the way back?” Leon nodded and walks off, you followed. “That sucks, I’ll share the pay for the gas.”

You hum your way out and got to his vehicle, it’s still daylight and he never thought that the “big mission” that he got assigned on with you would be that easy, well since you carried. Leon got to give you credits for that.

“Hop on.” He lets you hold on to the documents and got on, you stared at him blankly, not moving an inch. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, groaning as he wants this to get this over with, “you know, base on the data and files that I read about you, uhm… I don’t trust your driving skills, I didn’t got killed by big enemies and here I am, going to die with your driving.” You murmur under your breath.

Leon felt insulted by that, squinting his eyes as he groans in annoyance. “It’s either I’ll drive or leave you here.” He gives out a choice, although it’s an ass of a choices but you got to his back and be his passenger princess.

One hand around his waist and one hand holding on to the data that’ll you bring back, your chin rest to his shoulder as he starts the engine and took off.

The whole ride was you telling stories about your time in your own agency, how you got in and how you met the Avengers that the Director put together, you were included on the team as well. You told Leon how the Avengers broke out a civil war, it kept him entertained by your silly stories that he finds unbelievable—well, zombies and mutated things would be considered as fictions too but it happened to him so he’ll probably give it a pass.

You both made it back safely, you kept your promise and fill his tank full and paid for it and you were delighted that you’re still in one piece after riding with Leon, you kept the document safe somewhere in your arranged office inside the agency and Leon gave the item they needed.

Mission accomplished.

But you still have four months left before the contract ends, you spent those four months helping Leon and turn him into a better version of himself—you share your point of view and emphasize with his struggle, you shared laughter and warmth with him.

It made his day, he would be lying if he doesn’t enjoy your presence. He got used to you, always greeting him with a smile first thing in the morning, coffee in his hand than the usual flask that he drinks in. Although he still looks as terrible, he thinks his mental health is improving.

There was a time that you’d go annoy him and he’ll snap at your shits, like the one time you gave him a hug then ran off after squeezing his tits.

“You know,” you start, your heels clicks as you turn to Leon, he squints his eyes—not trusting your tone of voice, “what?”

“I think you need a hug,” you open your arms wide, your lips turn to a pout and gave him the embrace that you think he deserves, with a little squeeze too. He was stun and dumbfounded at the sudden affection, “what in the actual fuck are you doing?” he hisses, but didn’t pushed you away.

“I’m hugging the most dangerous agent known to man,” you hum, burying your face to his chest, “you know, to look for a good man is to look for his heart.” You added and nuzzle, the agent gave an ick expression and question further, “heart? Why are you burying your face to my chest then?”

“Not my fault that your tits were in the way.” You respond and quickly grab a handful of his tits and squeeze it hard as you can and ran off, “son of a bitch! Get back here!” he yelled—caught him off guard as he chased after you and your giggles burst to every corner of the agency.

Hey, at least you’re giving light on the place, right?

If you’re being honest, you’d let him blow your back if he asked to take his frustration out—you’d notice his erection every after assignments that you help him with, asking yourself how he’s able to hold it all in and not jerk off. Does his dick just calms down?

You were dropping hints to him, launching flirty unsuspecting comments and small gestures but he seems to be not taking the hint, poking his buttons every time you want him to ask you for help.

Dreams do come true, maybe. You and Leon inside an unused room and a very secluded spot inside the building, your mouth shut with his right hand and his other gripping your lower back. Your back pressing against the door of the room, one leg up to his hip as his hand slides down to hold your rear and squeeze it.

Your muffle moans escaping your lips as Leon penetrates your insides, his hips piston to yours as his tip kisses your cervix every thrust he makes that made your legs go weak, his lips in the crook of your neck—nibbling on your flesh as you sense that his movements are taking his anger out.

“That’s it, take all of me.” He mutter, his fingertips digging to your flesh as you moan against his hand. “Gotta keep that mouth shut or else you’ll get both of us in trouble.” He hisses, increasing the speed of his pace that got your eyes rolling back, your gummy walls clenching to his shaft as it penetrates your womb.

Trying your best to minimize your moan, your gasp and small whimper ignites fire inside of Leon. He was pissed at some point, he always wonders why do you keep bothering him like a lost puppy.

He grit his teeth, sucking on to your flesh and biting down—holds you up in the air and humps on you with urgency, his hands grabbing your rear as he got deeper and focuses on making you feel your release, “L-Leon…” you gasp, feeling a warm sensation on your stomach, “m gonna cum.” You whine, he scoffs and planted sloppy kisses on your neck.

Your breath hitches as you gasp, your hand quickly covered your mouth as your moans are growing louder. Leon mutter curses as his hips started to spasm, he could feel you going to milk every drop of him as he reach his release. Your legs and hips jerk, your body jolted as you came to his cock—your puffy cunt milking him as he pulls and slam back in and fucks his orgasm.

“not so annoying now, huh?” he snicker and pulled out, helping you clean as your pussy was well-fucked by an older guy, you were in ecstasy in the thought of older men do it better.

He's grumpy, but he still has a heart to give you aftercare and take care of you since he made you like that. After all, you started to grow on him a little.

The eight month arrived and the contract finally ended, it saddens Leon to know this and watch you leave. Will he ever get to see you again? He thought himself that every night he went to sleep.

Who will greet him when he enters work?

Who will be delighted to have his presence around?

Who would acknowledge him as a person and not as the agent?

Who would bring him coffee and force him to drink that than the flask he drinks every night?

He got attached to you, and he feels like shit. What choice does he have than watch you go? Turn your back and look at him for the last time and say your last goodbye?

Would he ever feel your annoying presence and your lips on his cheeks every time you find him angry and sulking? Probably not, the contract finally ended and that’s that.

“my rides here.” You utter, your tone down as you look over to Leon, you smiled and keep on a bright mood, “try not to miss me so much.” You wink and stood up, “want to walk with me, Leon?” you held out an offering hand as he took it with no hesitation.

From the past few months you were clinging to him, now; he clings to you.

Hands intertwined together as he escorts you outside the building of the agency, the surrounding spacious as the ship revealed its presence—it was invisible so Leon was impressed by the technology it has.

You broke your hand to him and got to the ship, running up quickly to give the files to director Fury, “got the data? Good job, Agent.” The director praises and got inside, you on the other hand—quickly got down again and face Leon as the machine wringing and the wind blowing.

The warm of your hand connects to his cheeks, he melts right under your touch—he felt so… depress to see you go, he feels like every life and color that you pour into him will drain him eventually after you left and get back to his old drinking habits, he’d miss the coffee you’d serve him every morning and the sneaky kisses you plant to his face every time you caught him off guard.

You slowly took your hand and turn your back on him, the others are waiting and watching. As if they’re watching two people part ways that had crossed path once and won’t meet again, that’s just how cruel destiny was, right?

The sun is setting, Leon needs to act fast.

“Hey.” Leon called, he takes a couple of steps as he faces you. You look back at him, a gentle smile was on your face—it beams with the orange setting sun, it was warm and for the first time. Leon didn’t find that annoying.

“Yeah?”

The sound of the harsh wind almost blocks your voices as you answer the agent, the wringing didn’t stop as your ride and your other teams needed you to depart with them.

“Will I…” Leon chokes on his words, embarrassed to say as his eyes softens and feel his chest tightens.

“Will I ever get to see you again?”

You smiled at his question, touched by his words that he wishes to see you again. “You and I will meet again, Leon.” You chuckle.

“Someday.”

With that, you got in with your team—Director Fury guiding you back as the door slowly shut in front of Leon. The ship was now invisible to the naked eye, he knew that you were now gone.

How?

He couldn’t feel your presence anymore.

He was now left alone in the setting sun, the orange hue hitting his face as he looks at the sun itself. It remind reminds him of you, warm and beautiful to watch.

But heartbreaking to see you go and let darkness take place.

Leon wishes that someday, you two will meet again.

He’ll be waiting… in the setting sun.

Hoping that the two of you will crossed paths again.

Someone give this man a hug, a kiss, take his alcohol away (we don't want him drinking away) put him into a blanket burrito and a hot cocoa.

Don't worry, I'm just silly and he'll meet reader again>-<!!

[un-named-thing]

Leon x male reader x Chris

Summary: your partners with Chris and Leon for missions and there's nothing wrong with that. Except you have a huge crush on both of them. And during a mission you get quite upset about it the whole thing and start to over think.

Cw: angst,

It's was a simple mission, for once. Nothing to serious. You simply had to clear out some zombies out of an old town to get to some important files.

So it wasn't that hard. The only thing is, no one knew where they where. People knew the files existed but where they where was a mystery.

So a total of 3 teams where sent out to look and clear out the dead. The teams where of 4 or 3 people all assigned to a specific part of the town. There was a teams of 4 and two teams of 3.

The team of 4 got the largest area and their main priority was really to clear out the dead and make sure anything dead stayed dead.

The first team of 3 looked in smaller buildings and put more careful detail into their search. And the last team of 3.

You, leon and chris. Your job was to look in the larger buildings like hospitals, schools or any type of factories. It wasn't hard but your legs definitely complained cause of the amount of stairs you had to climb.

But overall a small and surprisingly quiet mission. Turns out there weren't that many zombies in your area. Only about 4 or 5 in each building. Which was one of the good things.

But the quiet wasn't so good tho. It gave you alot of time to think and your thoughts to wander. Plus you where on the same team as leon and chris. Which was just great.

There was nothing wrong with them, it was just you had a crush on both of them.

This wasn't the first time you felt this way towards 2 people at the same time. But you didn't get it and it made you fell weird. You where fine with being gay and liking men but.. you where so confused on why you like both leon and chris.

Did you just feel strong administration for one of them? Both of them? Do you just look up to them? Do they inspire you or something? Or do you actually just like them both?

God you where so focused on your train of thought you didn't realise chris calling you name. You bumped into him as you stopped. You looked up seeing him and his concerned face.

"You okay?"

"Ya ya I'm fine" you looked at him and at leon.

Leon sighed and turned back to what he was looking at. Looking back at Chris he gave you a soft smile and and moved out the way so you could look at what they found.

"A giant hole in the ground... leading to hell knows where... cliche" leon spoke, he look unfazed.

"Do you think the files are down there?" You asked looking at the two men.

"Most likely... we should take a break and tell the team about this. We definitely Need a bigger group to go down there" Chris said. You and leon nodded.

Slight time skip

Leon was leaning aginst the railings, looking down at the giant pit. Chris was out side the building now, turns out this place makes your devices go fuzzy. And you where back to the hell that was your mind. Mentally scolding yourself for your feelings.

Even if you where ever to tell them how you felt, god the chances of them saying yes where low. Who would agree to a relationship of three. You didn't understand, it was so damn confusing.

God you couldn't even munster up the courage to come out to them dammit. Besides leon definitely had a thing going on with someone. Either it was Claire or.... what was her name? Ada.

Ya only really you knew about that. Chris hated adas guts and leon loved her?? You really had no idea tho. And on the other hand Chris was... maybe dating Jill or where they just good friends?

No idea. But with those thoughts you where atleast 99% sure both of those men where as straight as a stick. And a chance with them was slim.

You threw your head back in annoyance hitting it against the wall which caught Leon's attention.

"Hey, y/n you good?"

"Huh what, oh ya"

"Really? Cause you just hit your head against the wall"

"Yep I'm fine, just alot on my mind" After that sentence leon walked to you and took a seat beside you.

"What's up?"

"Stuff" you looked away not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"What kind of stuff? Work? Family? Life? Relationships?"

"I guess you could call it a relationships problem.."

"Your dating someone?"

"No... but I do have someone.... some people in mind"

"People? Like you cant deside between 2?"

"Close enough"

Leon was about to speak up before Chris came back in. "Okay we have a team arriving in about 25 minutes an- ..... everyone okay?"

You shot up from your seat. "Yep everything fine" you felt so stupid goddammit. There was definitely no need to continue that conversation with leon. You've already said to much...

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

Hold Me

Pairing: ftm!Leon Kennedy x cis!Male Reader

Summary: Leon's dysphoric and depressed and reader comforts him

Words: 859

Warnings: depression

Notes: I just wanna give him a hug and cuddle him until he feels better :(

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It didn't take very long for you to notice, given it wasn't some huge in-your-face statement, the little things he did just gave it away. Earlier that morning when Leon had finally woken up, it took him a little longer to get out of bed and when he finally did get up he walked hunched in on himself and put on a bigger thicker hoodie than his usual leather jacket. He took a while to get to the bathroom and when he did he hadn't bothered turning the lights on, you guessed so he wouldn't have to look at himself in the mirror.

When you’d offered him breakfast he had declined and pulled out his favorite whiskey and when you eventually took it away from him he had snapped at you and chewed you out. You knew he didn't mean the shit he said but it still hurt and you got a little mean with him in return causing him to recoil and slink back into your guys’ dark bedroom to get back in bed and wallow.

That left you sitting at the kitchen table feeling like an idiot for what you said. You look up at the door to the bedroom before sighing and getting up from the chair, you put Leon’s whiskey back and walk to the bedroom only to hesitate at the door when you hear Leon sniffling. It was very uncommon for Leon to be crying so you couldn't help but feel worried, more so when you pushed the door open to see Leon cocooned in blankets in the dark room “Lee… Baby? What’s wrong?”

You walk into the room unable to take your eyes off of the trembling lump of blankets. “Leave me alone” You have to strain to hear his muffled watery voice and when you do your heart breaks, Leon didn't deserve this. “Tell me what’s wrong baby” You try to be as patient as possible, This is the man you love the man you've been in love with for years, it literally kills you to see him like this. “Just leave me alone.”

It's not hard to hear the desperation in his voice, he needs you but he's too proud to admit it. You take a seat next to him on the edge of the bed and lay your hand on his back “I love you, Leon… Too much to let you deal with this alone” You speak from your heart, you wish that Leon could know the lengths to which you'll go for him to just be happy, It’s true, you love him so much that if you had the choice you’d probably take Leon’s pain and deal with it for him and It pains you so much to see your baby like this.

Upon hearing your words Leon finally breaks down, he sobs quietly into the pillow he's clutching. tears come to your own eyes, Leon sounds so raw and broken, he's been holding this back for years. Years of being alone, years of suffering and trauma, years of being abandoned by the people he fell for. In his eyes you were a gift from god, you were an angel, he hates that you love him of all people and he hates that you care so much and he absolutely despises how gone he is for you.

If it weren't for you Leon would've drank himself to death by now, You were his saving grace and here you come again, unraveling his pathetic form from the covers and wrapping him back up into your arms, holding him to your chest. Leon feels pathetic to say it out loud but since breaking up with his girlfriend before Raccoon City 19 long harrowing years ago he hadn't been held and even then she couldn’t compare to you.

The way he fits against your body, Leon is certain that you were made for each other, You once called him your soulmate and he had scoffed and called you a kid trying to act cool but later after you had left he had cried himself to sleep in the dark of his room because he didn't want to believe it, it was too good to be true, the way you looked at him, the way you smiled at him when you called him your soulmate, it all felt too good to be true and he was so scared.

So scared that he’d lose you because he’s so jaded and old and miserable and everyone he loves always ends up leaving him. but not you, you were so determined to love him, In the beginning, Leon had tried with all of his might to push you away but you stayed, no matter how hurtful or nasty or pathetic he acted. You stayed and you loved him unconditionally through all of it and now here you were, petting his greasy hair and rocking him back and forth as he cried pathetically into your shirt.

He vaguely recognized you talking, saying something about how good he was and how strong you think he is but the words only made him cry harder, you were his angel.

COMING UP NEXT - SEP 22

Pairing: cis!Simon Riley x Male Reader

Summary: Simon is angry and takes it out on his boyfriend

Words: 666😳

SEE NOW ON - kofi

[felix21im]

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

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

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

(list will be updated as new chapters get uploaded)

[mackjlee9]

|Part 2|Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [?]

Warning; I struggled with this one so- I apologize in advance! I was thinking between Vendetta!Leon or Death Island!Leon, so either one is fine. 3.2k words.

Masterlist.

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Resident Evil 4

With ragged and rapid breaths, (M/n) collapsed inside the lift hoping the wooden roof of it would work as some sort of barrier, but even without it, (M/n) had already given up on making it out the island alive. He hates that he wasn't able to keep his promise, but at least... He knew he would remain a part of Leon's life, even with him gone.

He sighed, hearing the explosions going off everywhere, watching pieces of the mountains fall to the bottom of the ocean, and feeling the heat of the fire despite not being extremely close to any.

(M/n) stayed conscious for as long as he could, observing how his body was consumed by those black veins, and he sighed again, a long, drawn-out sigh as he thought of Leon. His eyes, his hair, his smile, his laugh, his voice... His lips.

His sight started getting blurry and his eyes stung with tears at the image of Leon in his mind, making him close his eyes, feeling those warm teardrops falling down his face.

"Goodbye, Leon..." Now that he said it, the knot in his throat got tighter, and he just let the tears freely make their way down, his body shaking with every sob that left him, his fists closing as he took in his reality, his final moments before everything turned black.

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Hours later, a few rescue helicopters find their way to the island, barely anything of it left standing above the waterline, collapsed on itself.

These people had been assigned there just to make sure the evidence had been destroyed, and that's where the land team comes in. All of them are walking around wearing suits and masks as a way to prevent any kind of direct contact with la plaga or any other virus that could linger in the air, they take careful steps where the ground feels more solid and stable, moving away pieces of rubble from the buildings that blocked their paths, kicking some small rocks that they found bothersome.

The more they walked in, the more things were found. Including bodies. Many of them actually, and most of them were unidentified corpses, with signs of bullet holes in their rotting bodies, leading them to assume this was Agent Kennedy's doing.

There were finding most of the buildings destroyed, the floor that hold them up had caved in and now they were submerged, and they were unable to go anywhere inside them, with the top of the mountain collapsed and chunks of it burying them further. They were about to leave when there was nothing useful and everything seemed to be gone, when one of the men that had wandered off on his own recognized one of the bodies.

"Captain! I found something!" He called through their radio, and the captain stopped before any other men could head over.

"What did you find, kid?" The man asked with severity, he was tired and wanted to leave, so he wasn't in the best mood to deal with any kind of "funny business".

"I found Lieutenant Colonel (L/n)!" He hurried to explain, kneeling and pressing his fingers on the male's pulse. It was there. "He's still alive!" He exclaimed before his superior told them what everyone already knew.

(M/n) was dead. He died saving Agent Kennedy, they were informed of that... But also ordered to bring his body in case they found him. Be able to give him and proper burial and say their final goodbye to the men that helped rescue the President's daughter, they weren't expecting that he would survive such an explosion.

But the moment they ran to where he was found, they understood why. Four foreign claw-like appendages had spurted out of his back, the flesh pulsing and twitching, black veins throbbing all over (M/n)'s skin.

For a moment they were scared of getting closer to him, but the way the claws were struggling to get him out and failing made the youngest of them run toward him, holding onto the slimy claw and pulling, groaning at the strength he had to use to move him barely an inch.

"Come on...! Come on!" He yelled whilst getting a better stance, "I won't...! Abandon you here, Lieutenant...!" The kid's will shook other soldiers that had served under (M/n)'s command or had the pleasure to meet the man, and they ran to help him.

They carried (M/n) on their way to the helicopter, meeting with the medic unit as they brought out a stretcher so they could carry him easier into the chopper and back to safety. But they couldn't help but think about what would actually happen to him when others see the appendages that grew on his back...

He would be safe, but he won't be treated like a human anymore. Only like a test subject. Like they've seen had happened to other infected soldiers.

The whole team got back onboard, and the medics hurried to stabilize (M/n) enough for him to receive a more adequate treatment.

Their captain turns on his radio to inform them of the situation, they had explored the remains of the island, made sure evidence was destroyed, and how they had found Lieutenant Colonel... Alive. But barely, explaining how (M/n) was in critical condition, holding a thin thread as he fought to stay alive, but left out the changes that occurred to his body. He didn't want to deal with that for now.

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Rushing through the halls of their base, they took (M/n) to the hospital room they had, equipped with anything (M/n) could need to make sure he stays alive.

While the doctors rushed around to get everything they needed when a man in a suit walked in. He looked at (M/n)'s body laying on the hospital bed, the claws coming out from within him catching his attention.

"Take him to the laboratory for testing once you make sure he's alive," he said, his voice not wavering even for a moment and the doctors looked at each other before nodding at the orders they received.

Everyone watched as he left, in complete silence they observed him walk out, but they still had stuff to do and a life to save.

A few of them had discussed the removal of the claws on his back, but before that, they had to do a full body scan of him to be able to see if the surgical removal was possible. And it didn't seem like they could.

All four of them were working as an extension of his spinal cord, and the parasite was still moving inside him, very slightly, twitching around and curling on itself, it appeared... To be dying.

For now, they just made sure (M/n) survived, only to later be used as a test subject.

It didn't sit right with either of them, but they had orders.

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When (M/n) finally woke up, he was surrounded by machines, locked in a completely white room that didn't have anything other than a metal door and a one-way mirror. He wasn't stupid, he knew where he was or had an idea of the facility he was being kept in.

He had never liked being on the other side of the mirror, observing an infected patient, a friend, or even a family member, and now he was the subject.

That was something he always feared, but it didn't make him as scared as the thought of losing Leon... Speaking of...

Where could he be?

The people in the monitoring room got a reading of (M/n)'s heart picking up, signaling he was awake, and soon, one of them rushed to his room, followed by armed guards, clipboard in their hands, ready to write anything that (M/n) could tell them or they could notice about him.

But it was useless.

Despite the physical changes he had gone through and being awake, he never responded, still as a rock, completely unresponsive to anything external from his own mind. He was lost. Whether it was temporary or permanent, they didn't know, the only they could do was wait for a signal of human behavior.

And just like that, years flew by, but it's not like (M/n) knew how long it's been since he woke up. He never responded to any questions or external stimulation used to get a reaction, he never moved aside from the automatic body movement like breathing and blinking. (M/n) didn't even sleep either, the first week they had monitored when he woke after six months he had spent the whole week awake, so it resulted in them giving him sleeping medicine through his IV.

He somehow ate, but no one was sure why or how, but one of the appendages had a mouth far behind the claw, and they weren't sure if it was moving on its own controlled by la plaga, or if (M/n) was doing that.

But the truth is, (M/n) didn't know either, he had moments where he was somehow conscious and then he was gone for long periods of time. Many had wondered why this happened, and someone had decided on checking the state of the parasite.

It was dead. Everyone knew that, but (M/n) should be somehow aware of his surroundings, nothing they had tried worked to "wake him up".

They discovered that, not only had the parasite died inside him, but while they had been waiting for it to shrink or shrivel up, it had expanded, and it managed to fuse itself with (M/n)'s spine and skull, as if it was still trying to control (M/n) during its last moment, and even after it died it refused to let go of its host. Removing it was impossible before and it was even worse now.

Many had given up on helping him, but someone was interested in his case and wanted to help an old friend back to life.

While scientists and doctors tried their best, (M/n) has short periods of lucidity he just sees flashes here and there, people going in an out of the room, talking and yelling, the feeling of foreign substances being injected into his blood, but he's not entirely sure what's happening, and when he starts to panic at not being able to understand what's occurring to him, his mind takes him to Leon and he's calm again. He's sure he has never thought of him more than he has done for as long as he stayed there.

He just wants to see him, or at least know that he's okay. That he's still alive.

Even if there was nothing he could do in this room where he was monitored 24/7 with specialized equipment to treat and investigate his case. One of the rarest cases of infection.

And of course, one of his close friends had found out about his current situation.

Rebecca had stumbled into this laboratory room he was kept in after six years of his "death" and for years she has tried doing everything she could, and even if a cure wouldn't fix the damage to his nerve system it could someone give him his consciousness and motor control back.

Of course, her superiors had other motives and those were getting more information about las plagas, despite what Leon had told them and what Tricell had done to it. But when ten years had passed since the day (M/n) was found, the hope she had vanished. And she couldn't keep the secret from Leon either.

Every time Rebecca sees (M/n)'s state, she remembers all the times Leon had talked about him, always with a sad look in his eyes, and yet, they were full of love for him.

She had done everything everyone had already tried a handful of times, holding more determination than others to help him, because it would only hurt Leon more to see him like that, but after being a test subject to many scientists and doctors for a decade, if a treatment or a cure hadn't been found by now, the chances of finding one later were even lesser than she previously thought.

So deciding this was something Leon had to know after years of keeping it a secret, Rebecca stood outside of the facility, waiting patiently for the roaring of Leon's bike, and after twenty minutes of anxious waiting, there it was. Leon arrived in his red Ducati and got off, showing a small smile toward the brunette who tried to smile back but couldn't, and Leon realized.

With a frown on his brow, he walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Is everything alright?" She took a deep breath and looked up, staring into Leon's blue eyes, full of concern for her.

"You remember why I called you here, right?" Feeling more confused, Leon nodded, watching her sigh and turn around, "Follow me."

Well, Leon was certainly weirded out by this, she wanted to show him something... What could be so important to cause this behavior in her? Although he'll rather not come to conclusions on his own.

Walking around a laboratory facility always had him on edge, especially when he was aware of the things that were in it, but being with Rebecca made him feel more at ease about the place he was currently walking into. He followed Rebecca down many halls and down the elevator, where he tried to come up with something to say, but the tension made him unable to, so he kept quiet, taking steps behind her as she approached a door labeled "R.Chambers" so clearly it was her office.

All the equipment he saw there made him question what it was for, but some X-rays on the board caught his attention. Front and side view of someone's torso, specifically their spine. A weird fusion of a parasite on the spine and skull of the patient, and placed on a nearby table was a picture that showed the person's back, the claw appendages they had brought grotesque memories of Spain, of Saddler, of Ashley, of Luis and... Of (M/n).

"Is this what you wanted to show me?" He turned toward Rebecca, who glanced over her shoulder as she input the code on the automatic secured door.

"Not exactly..." The door opened, but there wasn't a light on that could make anything visible inside it, and from where he was, Leon could only see the heart monitor attached to whoever was in that room, "The day you and Ashley escaped the island, a rescue and research team arrived at what was left of it, to... Make sure there was no lingering evidence of la plaga," Leon remained quiet, but his frown got deeper, the gears in his brain moving frantically as he processed every word Rebecca was saying, "Everyone had their orders-"

"What are you trying to say, Becca?" He said in a rather harsh voice, and she reached her hand to the panel, where she could control the lights in the room.

"The rescue team found a survivor among the remains of the island," she pushed the green button at the bottom of the panel, and the lights started turning on one by one, as if making fun of him, "They found (M/n) alive."

That was all he needed to hear to run toward the opened door, stopping in place when he witness what had become of (M/n). He was connected to all sorts of machines, his heartbeat slow and steady, his body completely immovable. He didn't look alive at all. But the claws coming from his back that were slowly moving against the restraints around them told him that he actually was alive.

"After all these years..." Rebecca placed her hand on Leon's shoulder, like he had done before entering the facility, and her eyes glanced from (M/n) to Leon over and over again.

"He has remained unresponsive for the past ten years, and I took his case fours years ago, trying to find a way to bring him back to normal but... Nothing worked," Leon decided to not comment on the fact that she knew (M/n) was alive for so long, but he couldn't blame her for not telling him, only recently they had gone back to being in contact, "I've been informed that... He will be disconnected from the life support that keeps him alive for now, so I-... I had to let you see him one more time."

Rebecca felt a knot in her throat as she watched the tears falling down Leon's face, and she blinked her own tears away.

"I will leave you with him for a while..."

Rebecca walked out and the door closed behind her, she sat down on her desk and watched for a moment as Leon slowly approached (M/n), before looking away and she tried to distract herself.

Leon stood next to (M/n)'s bed, unsure of what he should do, but there was only one thing he wanted to do at that moment. Hug him. He wanted to hug him and cry in his arms, like the old times when he was still a rookie in the academy, where he met (M/n) and fell in love with him.

"(M/n)..." He whispered and leaned down to wrap his arms around him, and his ears picked up the sound of his heart monitor going crazy, the claws on his back wriggling erratically. Both Leon and Rebecca worried for a moment, but Rebecca saw something that had never happened before.

(M/n) moved his head back, blinking a few times and looking around the room he was in, before he felt the familiar feeling of Leon's warmth, leaning against him and sighing in contentment.

"Hey, Leon..." This was the first time he had spoken since he was practically brought back to life, and Rebecca almost couldn't believe it. She tried to think of a logical explanation, there had to be a reason as to why now, so suddenly, he was able to act as if a decade hasn't gone by to him.

But maybe... He just needed some sort of closure, knowing that Leon was okay. The loud and rapid beeping of his heart monitor reminded her of all those days when (M/n)'s heart rate would suddenly go crazy, and yet he wasn't reacting at all, it was almost fairytale-like to think that all he needed was Leon.

But not to (M/n), who was only able to think about him and miss him, everything had been like a dream to him, as if he was in a constant loop, trapped in his mind, as if... La plaga had done this to him.

But he couldn't think of that right now, not when he felt Leon's hot tears wetting his neck and shoulder, his body trembling as his sobs echoed in the room. (M/n)'s arms slowly lift up, wrapping around Leon's waist, stroking his back to reassure him that he was there.

That he was still alive.

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[woodlandpoetic]

{light-headed} ; Vendetta PT 2

Leon Kennedy x Reader

WARNINGS: Cussing, Action, Small mushy shit

Playlist: Shakin’ My Cage — Black Stone Cherry ; Bulletproof — Godsmack ; Out Of My Way — Seether ; Make Me Believe Again — Nickelback

Word Count {TOTAL}: 7,220

Time Spent total (over the course of a week): 6hr 54min

Reading Length: 15-20min (estimated)

Part: 2/3

Please Read Part 1 for summary and writer’s notes! {And to get the idea of what’s going on}

Lovelies who asked to be tagged: @onl-you @smolnewsie

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So.. tell me again. You met this guy—“

“At a bar, unintentionally.”

“Riiight, but you were being nosey?”

“No! Not nosey! Something felt off about him, I couldn’t pull my glance away.”

Your friends head shook in disbelief, it was the day of the party. It was in a tavern like building, a bit off the road from the actual city itself. Your family had rented a room within the building, on the other side of the bar-like dinning area. Your eyes scanned the room, sighing.

“Do you remember anything at all?”

“Clear as day.. how wild is that? I even had the worst hangover this morning.” Your head felt like it was on cloud nine anytime you thought about last night, making your stomach flutter. Ugh, you hated this feeling.

“Wonder if it’s some weird fate.”

You shook your head, smiling at the even thought of that.

“I highly doubt I’d meet my soulmate at a bar.”

“No no, not that.”

Your eyes scanned your friend again, confused by her sudden change of tone. She leaned closer to you as you two stood away from the crowd itself.

“When you worked for S. T. A. R. S. Y/N, you do say you miss it sometimes. What if he’s apart of it or something?”

Your eyes widened, in shock and disbelief at her statement. There’s no way Leon would be with them, not with how he is. Although, you really only saw and talked to him when he was drinking. You looked back forward, con-jumbled by the thought of even going back to S. T. A. R. S.

“I’m gonna go take a walk,” Before your friend could say anything, you walked off to one of the bathrooms in the main area. Crowded with people, you managed to push through to the bathroom. Surprisingly, it’s empty.

You walked to the mirror, staring at yourself for a while. Your mind raced with theories, explanations, anything to find an answer for the feelings you had around Leon last night.

‘It had to be from the alcohol...’

Straightening out your silky black dress, barely reaching your knees. Your eyes scanned your reflection over before you heard something hit the wall in one of the stalls, your head instinctively turning in the direction of the sound.

Your gut twisted as your body turned fully around, waiting in silence.

“Maybe its best that I don’t. My curiosity already got me in this mess.” Listening to your gut, you quickly made your way out of the bathroom. Gathering your surroundings, you made your way through the crowd to the open bar across the room.

Sitting down at the end, you attempted to gather yourself again. Your shoulders loosened as you relaxed, sighing. You overheard commotion behind you, but this time you had that familiar feeling. Focusing in on the conversation behind you, something stuck out.

“This is serious, we wouldn’t have come out of our way to be here if we weren’t all in danger.”

That, voice.. why was it so familiar—

Your head shot up, hearing a loud scream come from the other side of the room. Your body flew from the seat as you got to your feet, in heeled boots. Your eyes sharped on the area, everybody else sitting in shock as a few employees ran towards the bathrooms.

“Wait.. that thud—”

Without finishing your thoughts, a loud bang filled the air as a bright light flew out from the bathroom hallway, people hit the floor as your body hit the wall. A sharp sting flew up your back and sides as you barely managed to pick yourself back up, your eyes darted back and forth around the room. Lifeless bodies laid waste, smoke filled the room—others scattering to get out of the room.

A hard force grabbed your arm, taking your eyes off the room reaching for what had grabbed you. You shoved your body into the figure grabbing you in the commotion, shoving them into a wall behind the bar area, knocking you both over as you’re pulled down. Flipping yourself over you managed to straddle the stranger below you, grabbing their collar as you angrily ripped them up off the floor to face you.

“Who the fuck are y-“ Your voice demanding and loud, but caught off guard as you recognized that startled face.

“Leon?!”

The both of you in shock, lost for words before you hear footsteps in the room. Ducking lower behind the counter, you peered up to see two figures, three guys dressed in all black.. alike to military men. A woman, slick blonde hair, and a huge— mutant man beside her. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, who were these guys?

“Find her. Rid the rest.”

The men ran off into the building, some scrounging the area as the two other figures fled to a nearby truck.

“What the—“ You were pulled back down again, turned to face Leon who was slumped against the wall listening as well.

“This isn’t what I meant by seeing you again.” Half-assed, he grinned at you. Your eyes pierced through his, annoyed and in pain from hitting the wall like a god damn rag doll.

“Are you trying to give me a reason to kill you?!” You scolded, clenching your teeth as he shrugged.

“Leon, what the fuck is going on?” Trying to keep your voice down as the sound of boots hit the floor. Quickly moving closer to you—then, dead silence. The two of you froze, looking at him in fear as the sound of men talking grew closer to your hiding spot. Leon pulled you over to his side, leaning over to you as he whispered something in your ear.

“You need to trust me.”

“Trust you—?!”

“Either we die or you trust me for right now.”

Yelling in a whisper, your face confused and irritated. Sighing, you respond.

“Fine. Make it quick.”

He grinned, pulling a pistol from a tan-looking holster hooked onto his jeans. He shot up, two point-blank shots as he moved back down to you.

“All clear?” You asked, straight faced. The pain in your ribs and back took over the fear you felt internally, although being in shock by the sudden attack on the tavern. Still wondering about who those people were, what they were doing and what was even going on— you felt light-headed again. Not even realizing Leon took down two other guys and managed to lift up your chin, lifting your head up from staring down at the floor.

“Y/N?” His face filled with worry as he held your chin up, your cheeks flushed to a rosy pink as you ripped your head away from his hand. Shaking your head, you glared at him in embarrassment— red cheeks shinning like ambulance lights during the night. Leon chuckled at your attempt to be frustrated, but what was complete embarrassment.

“W-What?! I just saw you shoot down two guys!” Your voice stuttered, huffing as you stood up from the floor— brushing off your dress.

“Four, actually.” He cocked his pistol while putting it back into the holster, looking up at you from the corner of his eye— still having that same sly grin across his face. His blue eyes pierced right through yours, playing stupid doesn’t seem to get you far with him. Your eyes spun around the room, reminding you of what had just happened.

Furniture broken into bits and pieces, windows shattered, a few bodies sprawled across the room, the two big doors leading into the room smashed open, bullet holes in the pillars. The feeling of a pit, dragging your stomach to the floor filled your whole body. As much as you wished to pull your attention away from the havoc you couldn’t, it got worse with every moment you stared. None of this felt real to you. It all felt staged, as if this was some sick joke. But it wasn’t.. it was all real.

“Leon—“ you breathed, your breath was short and hesitant.

“You get used to it.” His voice was bland, no emotion attached to it what’s so ever, but this didn’t surprise you.

“We need to move, let’s go.” Trying to keep his cold composure, he couldn’t for very long around you. His eyes scanned you over, then again— you tilted your head as you stared at him. Cheeks flourished, you pushed by him as you made your way to the doors.

“Will you quit looking at me like that?” You mumbled, taking a deep breath as you curled a part of your hair behind your ear. Leon rubbed the back of his head, walking over to you— taking the lead.

“Can’t help it sometimes.” He cajoled, looking back at you as you both make your way down the hallway. The dead silence filled the atmosphere around the two of you, slowly walking down the elongated hallway.

“Who were those guys?” You asked, keeping your eyes on all directions of the hallway. The emergency lights had been turned on, not giving much on-look of what lies ahead. Leon turned his head back to glance at you before looking back forward, his pistol held tightly in his hand.

“Have no clue,” he scoffed, “—probably working for the asshole who’s behind this.” The sound of your footsteps echoed through the halls, the feeling of uncertainty filling your body. This was all happening too fast, your mind felt crushed between the flood of emotions— causing you to become light-headed again. Keeping your composure as you rounded the corner, Leon stopped dead in his tracks. Signaling you to back up slowly, you anxiously stepped back behind the corner as he went ahead of you.

“Leon?” Another male voice called out from the corner, causing you to peer around the corner.

“Chris—?!” You gasped in a whisper, the two of them greeting each other. Your mind clogged itself in a fog, now nothing made sense in your head.

“Y/N.” A more blunt-like serious tone called out to you, pulling you to walk around the corner. Your eyes widened, it was him— it’s been years since you two saw one another. Taking a deep breath, you approached them both in a confident manner— Chris’ face in disbelief when he recognizes you.

“Never thought I’d see you again, Y/N.” He greeted you, helping you to relax just a tad bit. You nodded, “It has been a couple years.” Chris returned a small smile to you as he looked back over to Leon, puzzled over how you two knew one another.

“They took Rebecca,” He confirmed, Leon’s face shifted to surprise— then confusion.

“Why would they take her?”

“I’m not sure,” he began, “but I have a bad feeling it was over the vaccine.”

“We need to get moving.” Chris turned to you, “You don’t have to come wit—“

“I’m coming. Can’t talk me out of it this time, Chris.” You joke in a sarcastic manner, he smiled back in approval as the three of you took off down the hallway together. The loud sound of helicopter propellers grew louder as you grew closer to the front door, Chris throwing open the doors as you’re greeted with deafing sounds of a helicopter. Making your way to the back, the three of you quickly made your way into the back as the door shut behind you, being able to hear one another again.

“Thought we lost you guys, man!” Another male voice peeled out from the head of the plane, you kept yourself a bit hidden beside Leon. You glanced around the helicopter, two men sat in the front as you noticed a female sitting on one of the seats. She looked up to see Leon and Chris, Chris walking up to the front of the plane.

“Glad to see you two made it in one piece.” She smiled softly, you breathed in relief she didn’t ask questions.

At least.. so you thought.

“Who’s your friend?” Leaning to the side, she aimed right at you. Your breath of relief suddenly hitched as your teeth clenched— your body going into full panic. Leon glances back at you, motioning you to step to his side instead of hiding.

“She used to work for S. T. A. R. S.” He disclosed, making it well known to everybody on board.

“Oh? You might’ve known Rebecca then.” She perked up in curiosity, your eyes widened for a second— that’s the voice you recognized earlier.

“We were friends while she was still under S. T. A. R. S.”

“Name’s Nadia,” She introduces herself, smiling at you. “And you are?”

“Y/N.” You returned a smile back, she nodded as she turned her head back to the front. You looked over at Leon, as if he was waiting for you to turn to him. The two of you smiled at one another, “Can’t say my short-lived vacation ended all bad.” He implied, turning his body to you as you mimicked his body movements.

“Hm, I wonder why?” You surmised, both of you exchanging desirable smirks at one another, barely noticing Chris approaching Leon from the front of the helicopter.

“Not to intrude on your little moment over here,” He teased, looking straight at Leon as he turned his head to Chris.

“Real funny.” He flatly responded, the both of them walking to the end of the helicopter as they knelt down in front of a laptop. You observed for a bit before finding a seat, smiling to yourself as you shook your head.

The ride felt long, but thankfully gave you long enough to sort your thoughts out. Your body eased, the pain in your ribs ceased, the light-headed feeling from the constant clogged theories and thoughts decompressed— although it was temporary, you kept yourself built-up for what was about to come.

You felt Leon get up from beside you, being so engulfed in your thoughts. Your head turned to him, Chris and Nadia heading to the back of the helicopter— causing you to get up and follow behind him. The back opened, revealing two vehicles— barely being able to hear them as you joined Nadia’s side. She looked over at you and gently smiled, leaning over to you.

“You’re going to help me out here.” Shouting over the sound of the wind gusting through the propellers, you nodded. Watching Chris quickly walk out of the helicopter, you looked over at Leon who had looked back over at you.

“Leon—“ You stopped, realizing it was too loud to even speak normally.  Sighing, you begin to turn back—

“Y/N.”

You feel a hand on your waist, looking down as you traced it to see Leon stopping you. Your head turning with your body to face him, your stomach doing somersaults.

“You need to trust me.” He restated, your stomach sank even at the thought of him not coming back after all of this.

“But what if you need help? Or if you’re hurt and I can’t—“

Suddenly you’re cut off by lips pressing against yours, the grip on your waist tightened out of fear. You felt lightheaded again, grabbing his arm in response as the two of you pulled away. Without saying anything to one another, Leon moved his other hand to the back of your head. Shifting as he kissed the top of it, this wasn’t anything you’d expect. He didn’t seem like an affectionate type— or somebody with much emotion at all. Your eyes traced to his, both lost in a dwindling gaze. He smiled softly at you, moving out of the helicopter. Jumping onto the bike, he followed beside Chris— who was in a military-like Jeep.

A smile slowly filled your lips,

“What a wild vacation.”

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Its being brewed my lovelies😊‼️

[spookysweet-heart]

hi!! hope this is not a weird question but may you let us know which requests you have currently listed down and plan to do? sorry if this question can come off rude >.

Not rude at all! Here are the requests I have so far and that I’ll be working on the next couple of weeks!

1) “Could I please have a Leon Kennedy x reader with a reader that is generally always happy and takes care of others but just breaks down one day after being too stressed? Thank you 💜”

2) “if you’re still taking requests could I get a Leon x male reader where they are playing video games together or something ? just really cute and happy Leon because he deserves it”

3) “Hello! could you possibly do something with Leon and a wholesome relationship? my man needs a rest, just look how f* up he looks in Vendetta. Thank you~”

4)  “could you maybe write one of Leon spoiling you before finally admitting his feelings and saying ‘i love you’ for the first time?”

5)  “HI UM THANK YOU FOR UR WONDERFUL LEON SCENARIOS 💖💖💖 If it’s not much and you’re still taking requests, could I request re2remake!Leon with a pregnant reader? Maybe when he arrives back home he’s just so relieved to see them both okay after what happened in the raccoon city and she comforts him. Feel free to delete my request if you don’t feel comfortable or ask box is closed 🙏 thanks! 💙”

6)  “Hey, could I request something cute like meeting Peter Parker for the first time, like the reader is shy and he does his best to make her comfortable bc he wants her to be his friend? “

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☆ About Me!

° My names Cole:3

° He/Him please!!

° I'm gay lol

° I'm only writing MLM

° All of my posts will be using He/Him for the reader unless I get a sub for different pronouns (I won't be using any feminine ones)

° Characters that I post (or will be posting):

• König - COD

• Ghost - COD

• Dean Winchester - Supernatural

• Sam Winchester - Supernatural

• Jeff The Killer - Creepypasta

• Leon Kennedy - Resident Evil

and ill possibly add more characters later on!

° PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SUBMISSIONS!

[mackjlee9]

Resident Evil (only Leon content)

Fluff/Angst

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader / pt.ii

ID!Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader / pt.ii (ver.1) / pt.ii (ver2)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (prompt)

Leon Kennedy x Flirty!Male!Reader

SingleFather!Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Vampire!Leon Kennedy x Werewolf!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (enemies to lovers)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader (songfic)

Smut/Lime

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Top!FTM!Reader

Leon Kennedy Brainrot / pt.ii

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Dom!Leon Kennedy x Sub!Top!Male!Reader

Omega!Leon Kennedy x Alpha!Male!Reader

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader x Carlos Oliveria

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader

FTM!PowerBottom!Leon Kennedy x Sub!Top!Male!Reader

[felix21im]

"Ice Cold", a Leon Kennedy x reader fanfiction

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

Masterlist

Chapter 9: Lost

Darkness, dampness and loud noises clouded your senses as you tried to open your eyes. “What is this place? Where am I?” You attempted to ask yourself, only with your voice being blocked by a wet cloth jammed into your mouth.

You tried to move your arms and legs but they were restricted by leather straps tying you to a groggy wooden chair. You had been stripped of almost all your clothing, leaving you wearing nothing but a grey tank top and black underwear. You shifted around but felt too tired to actually have the power to free yourself.

“Looks like our Sleeping Beauty is awake.” A deep voice announced from behind you. You felt a hand drape onto your shoulder, heavily gripping it. Your head was lifted up from your chin and you were face to face with a cheap handheld camera standing on a tripod. With the small red light coming from it you realised it was recording you. “Say hello.”

The cloth was ripped out of your mouth and was thrown onto a table beside your kidnapper. “Leon..?” Your voice was weak and it hurt for you to talk. “Where am I?” You weren't sure if you would receive an answer but you were secretly praying for one.

“Oh, he isn’t going to reply.” The deep voice interrupted. “But it’s time we make him pay for the things he has done.” The man started to walk around in the dark room and you tried to follow him with your eyes, making sure not to move your head too much due to the constant pain you felt. Your eyes slowly got used to the darkness and that's when you saw the things in front of you: Gasoline cans. A car battery. A metal hatchet. Multiple medical tools. You felt a shiver going down your spine as you thought about the possible things they could do to you with these things. You saw enough movies and TV shows to know where in which direction this was going.

“Shall we get started darling?” A different voice appeared from behind you. It was more higher pitched and less threatening but due to what they said you were still scared. You were sure she was going to be the one using those instruments on you. She ran her fingers across the various tools and picked up the largest one. The gasoline can.

“What do you want from me?!” You cried out with all the strength you still had. Millions of thoughts ran through your head, you were thinking of anything that these people could have wanted. “Is it money? I- I can give you money!” Your cries were interrupted as another man kicked under your chair, forcing it to fall back with your head smacking on the hard and wet floor.

“We don’t want your money.” The original voice replied as he lit up a cigarette, that being one of the only light sources in the dark room.

“Well what do you wa-” Your question was interrupted by a heavy cloth smothering your face, you attempted to fling it off by moving your head but you were met with a steel capped boot kicking your head, forcing you to stop squirming and to stay still. A gush of gasoline was dumped on your face, waterboarding you. You coughed and attempted to fight it but soon you began to drown, your lungs becoming filled with gasoline. It was kept up for around three minutes, being sure to make sure that there was a break when you were actually going to drown. They were trying to send a message to Leon, not actually kill you, for now at least. A car battery and jumper cables. You cried out just thinking about what will happen next. Heavy streams poured from your eyes and ran down your face, mixing with the gasoline that was still present all over your body.

“I’m actually quite a big fan of yours, I've been watching you for a few days now.” The torturer said as she connected the jumper cables to the ends of your fingers. “So you’re probably wondering why I'm doing this.” The cables were then connected to a small and old car battery, something ancient in modern day standards. “It’s because I was promised your body after we’re done here. I’ll be sure to not completely cook you alive.” Electricity coursed through your veins, causing the hairs on your arms to stand up on their ends. Your entire body shook and spasmed as you tried to fight the volts being injected into you.

You weren't even crying anymore. Your body was exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to close your eyes. After you felt another shock flow through your body it hit you and you must have passed out, the world around you turning black.

You probably weren't out for too long, but it was probably still too long for your torturers. You felt cold water hit your face, waking you up and bringing you back into the painful reality you were still in. You looked around again, still feeling tired and perhaps even worse than before. By now the room was a bit more lit up, an old light bulb hanging from the roof flickering nonstop. The camera in front of you was still on, nothing else had changed when you were blacked out. You tried to look around more, in hope of finding a way out somehow. A metallic sound made you turn again, looking for what was coming for you now. “Oh, we're not done yet with you, sweetheart. You better not pass out again, unless you don’t wanna wake up next time..”, the female voice said and the faint light from the light bulb reflected off of the head of a hatchet as it was raised in the air. Before you were able to react in some way, the sound of the axe carved through the air deafening you as you awaited for it to collide with your body. Shortly after blood began to pour out of your leg at the fresh wound caused by the axe. If the blood loss wasn’t to kill you, the tetanus would. Your exhausted screams shattered the room, your begs and cries to be finished off were all that could be heard until a hand came in contact with your mouth. Forcing you to be quiet with duct tape. As you were focusing on the duct tape and the carving in your leg, you were cut free from your chair, giving you a chance to stand up. You tried your best, although the bone wasn’t broken it was still a struggle for you to get up. The pain and suffering from being tortured for probably hours took a toll on you. “What the fuck are you doing?” The deep voice asked. “We never said you could stand up.” He now held the axe in his hand, swinging it at your body and hitting you with the back end. The sturdy wood collided with your spine and cracked it at the base. You let out a pained scream and fell to your knees, tears falling down besides you.

That was the final straw for Leon to give in. You could hear his static voice in the distance, not sure if you were just imagining it at this point. You couldn't understand what he was saying, but your torturers seemed to be pleased with his answer. He gave them whatever it was that they wanted.

“That’s a wrap folks. They are all yours.” The deep voice stated as they put their phone away into their back pocket, followed by multiple loud steps fading in the room and a slam of a metal door.

“Did you hear that?” The female torturer asked. You tried your best to nod your head but you were exhausted and also on the brink of death. “You’re all mine now.” She protected her hands in standard medical gloves, pristine and clean when in comparison to the room the two of you were in. “I’ve been trying to get a volunteer for this for a while now.” She chatted away, explaining to you what she was about to do to you. You tried your best to pay attention. “Now.. I’ve never done this kind of experiment before myself, only heard stories and read articles… so, any last words?” The duct tape was painfully taken off of your mouth.

“Fuck you, bitch.” You said with the last strength you had and a raspy, pain-filled voice.

Without another word a sharp needle was jabbed into your neck, administering a sedative into your bloodstream. Shortly after your body turned limp and it was lifted onto a somewhat clean table you haven't noticed before, ready for whatever this woman had planned for you.

Leon slammed his fist on the table before him, making him the center of attention.

Chris was the first to turn to him and raise an eyebrow. “Leon, what's going on?” He walked around the long table and stood beside him. Leon pointed at the screen before him. “Connection to host stopped. He got what he wanted and-”

“HQ wants us to use the code name Royal. No real names allowed for the hostage, Kennedy otherwise we’re all in trouble.” Daisy interrupted.

“Royal... is still there and who knows what will happen to them now.” Leon was on a lot of missions before, he always stayed calm, no matter what happened. But it was different now. You were in danger and he couldn’t stop thinking about the things those people would do to you without the cameras on. He looked over to Angel, who was sitting on a seperate laptop, typing and clicking around. “Did you find anything yet? A location, a name, anything?”

Without looking up she shook her head. “Nothing yet, it won't be easy now that the connection is gone, too. I’m trying my best here, Leon, but these people are good at what they're doing.” Leon stood up and walked through the room, scratching his head and almost panicking.

Not too long afterwards though it was Daisy who let out a victorious scream. “I got them! Guys, come here. I couldn't get the exact location but there aren't many houses in the area the signal came from. It's an old factory area, most of the buildings were destroyed years ago but I'm sure this is where they are keeping Royal.” Leon felt a wave of adrenaline shooting through his body, giving him new strength. Without having to speak another word all of them grabbed their things. Daisy saved the address she found, Angel got the car while Chris and Leon grabbed all the things they needed. Shortly after, all of them were sitting in the big car on the way to rescue you.

Not much was said in the car other than Chris talking more about the briefing. “Umbrella.” He simply stated. “The Capulet’s are associated with Umbrella, this has to be a trap.”

Leon, Angel, Chris and Daisy were all wearing their gear. They all had a silenced pistol but Leon and Chris also had a silenced shotgun in case something really bad happened. The car was parked at the location Daisy found and now the four of them were looking for any signs of where exactly you were. Daisy used a small drone to scout the area and she managed to track where the most prominent electronic signals came from. Thankfully, it didn't take her too long to find the building you were held in. Chris and Leon searched the main house together while Daisy and Angel looked for any hidden rooms you could perhaps be in. The four of them searched the entire house and finally met back up in the lobby, each with no leads as to your whereabouts. Angel managed to request a floorplan of the compound and she noticed that a room was missing, yet appeared on paper. After heading down to the basement with Daisy and beginning to investigate, the two of them found a secret door. Angel contacted Leon and shortly after he and Chris joined them. Together they opened the secured door with the tools they brought with them and quietly went through it. Behind this door were stairs leading even further underground. Together they went down the steps. After walking all the way down they found themselves in a long and bright hallway with multiple doors and other hallways leading in every direction. Leon took his pistol out of the holster, the others copying him. They communicated through hand signs and split up to cover more ground. All four of them went inside different rooms, keeping their guns ready to fire at all times.

It probably took them around ten minutes until they finally found something helpful. This time it was Angel who went inside another room, almost giving up hope. The room was quite small in comparison to the others but it gave her everything she needed. In this room were multiple screens on the wall, all showing the footage of the cameras in this underground complex. A security office. Instantly she pinged her location and soon Daisy joined her.

“Did you see them on any of these screens? Please tell me we can finally get out of this place.” Daisy said as she stormed into the room, hoping for good news.

Angel however shook her head. “Nothing yet. I have no idea where they could be kept but all these cameras show nothing helpful. I saw Chris, Leon and you, but no sign of Royal’s location.” Angel answered as she typed something into the computer in front of her.

Daisy came over to her and looked at all the data Angel found before. “It seems there are some secured cameras in these coded files. I'm guessing they knew we wouldn't just stay at home and wait for them to return Royal to us. So that's why they probably secured some of the cameras, to stop us from finding them. I can try to get into the system, but it could take some time.” Angel listened carefully and nodded as she stood up from the chair and let Daisy do her work. While she waited for Daisy to get into the files she kept an eye on the screens, making sure that no one would surprise them.

After some time passed again, the screens flickered and different rooms were shown. “Holy shit, Daisy you found them!” Angel pointed at one of the screens. “Can you find out where this room is? Oh my God, what is that woman doing to them..?” Daisy looked up for a second but tried to concentrate, but your silent whimpers of pain made it hard for her. While Daisy was typing, Angel contacted Leon and Chris again and told them about what they found. As soon as Daisy got the route to the room, Leon and Chris practically ran into that direction in hopes to find a way to save you now.

A loud bang made you twitch and open your eyes again. After you were stabbed in the neck with a needle before you passed out almost every few minutes due to the things that were done to your body. Of course the woman wasn't so nice to give you anything to sleep. Even though the main torture was over she still enjoyed seeing you in pain. You slowly tilted your head to the direction the noise was coming from. Due to all the stuff that was injected into your body it was hard to see what was going on and you couldn't understand a word that was said. But you heard multiple people talk and tears started to form again. Maybe you were finally going to be saved. The next thing you heard were gunshots, some closer to you, some a bit more away.

Then silence.

You tried to look around but felt sick and ended up just closing your eyes again, your breathing became slower and slower as you realised you were finally done. You could hear footsteps rushing into your direction, then hands touching your shoulder and arms, probably checking if you were still alive. You couldn't see who was touching you, but you immediately knew who it was anyway. You tried to say something, but were unable to make a sound. All that you felt was dried blood and tears on your face. Even though you weren't really seeing or hearing anything you felt the panicked emotions in the room.

You heard talking and steps and then suddenly another needle was injected into your arm. You were unsure if it was all the medicine from before, but it didn't even hurt this time. Slowly you were able to understand the words that were spoken around you again, not really loud but at least you understood. Also your eyesight was finally becoming normal again, making you see more than just silhouettes and colors. Just now you realized you weren't on the operating table anymore, but laying on the ground besides it. Right next to you was Leon, holding your hands and looking sadder than you have ever seen him before. He barely even looked like himself, his hair was flat and his face was bloody. Carefully you lifted one of your arms and shakily touched his cheeks, leaving your red handprint on his face. It was as if your touch brought him back to reality since he let out a deep breath and now even his eyes were filled with tears. He instantly grabbed your hand, careful not to hurt you at all and kissed it. “I’m here. I’m here now, Buttercup. Nobody will hurt you again, you’re safe now.” Leon said with a tired voice, making you realize how much he was worried. You tried to speak, but still were unable to let out a real word. “Shh.. It's alright. You don't have to say anything, okay? We’re gonna bring you out of this shithole and I won’t leave your side again, you hear me? I’m going to pick you up now and bring you to a place where we can care for you. Do you think you can stay awake for me? I know it's not easy for you right now, but you can't give up now, Buttercup.” You gave Leon a light nod, allowing him to pick you up carefully and get you out of this place.

You tried your best to stay awake as Leon lifted you through the building. The bright lights outside your torture room hurt your eyes making you turn your head into Leon’s chest. You felt his arms tightening around your body, keeping you as close as possible as he went all the way back to the car. Thankfully, there were no other people here anymore, but Leon was always ready to grab his pistol and fire. As you reached the stairs he carefully stepped on them, making sure not to hurt you in any way. As he got to the small door they all went through before, he stopped. It was difficult to get you and himself through it without hurting you. “Okay, Buttercup, listen to me. I’ll get us out of here but this part might suck. I´ll try my best to get you out without hurting you, but I can't promise anything.” You gave him a small nod as an answer, reassuring him that you would not be mad at him or anything. Leon lifted one of his arms to open the small door and then carefully lifted you to the other side. You felt how caring he was and how afraid of hurting you in any way, but real pain never hit you. Before you could realize it you and Leon were on the other side, inside an old building. Leon stood up again and almost ran out of the building and to the car with you in his arms. It was already dark when you finally got to breathe fresh air. The moon was shining in his full form and the stars seemed like they would watch over you. Leon quickly opened the back of the car, where you could see multiple weapons but also a small mattress on one side. He carefully got inside with you and slowly put you down on it. The mattress was quite comfortable and you instantly felt your body relax. The car moved once more as Leon sat down beside you, holding your hand in his and scanning over your body. He carefully brushed some of your bloody hair out of your face and looked at you. “I am so sorry.. I shouldn't have left and let you go back to the hotel all alone. This wouldn't have happened if I just weren´t so stupid. I don't know what I should do, Buttercup..” You never heard Leon talk like this and it broke your heart. You lightly shook your head and tried to speak up. Leon noticed and wanted you to stop, but after some tries you finally were able to speak with a raspy and low voice. “Not..your fault..glad, you came..”, were the only words that you were able to bring out before starting to cough heavily. Sharp pain shot through your entire body and you whimpered. It was only at this moment that you were able to see Leon's face in the car light and you noticed the blood that it was covered in. You slowly lifted your arm to touch his cheeks and felt the blood on your fingertips. It was still fresh.

Leon noticed your expression change and put your hand down again. “Don’t worry about this, I made sure that nobody would hurt you again. I’m fine and the most important thing is that you are safe now, too.” Leon’s hands went over your body and stopped at your right leg. The wound that was caused by the axe before was already put into a bandage to stop the bleeding as soon as the four of them found you, but it already was completely bled through. Leon turned around and grabbed something before opening the bandage carefully. You let out a pained noise but allowed him to continue. Since you were laying down you didn’t see what Leon was doing, but you felt his hands on your leg and therefore were able to assume what exactly he was doing. “The wound is too deep. A bandage alone won't stop the bleeding. I’m going to disinfect it and then I’ll have to stitch it together, alright?” You nodded again and then saw Leon searching for some things before putting some alcohol on the wound. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as you thought. It was probably the medicine that was given to you before you were experimented on. You then heard some other rustling and soon Leon was working on the big wound on your leg. He was telling you exactly what he was doing, which definitely calmed you down. A few minutes passed before he let out a relieved sigh and leaned back. “All done. I’m going to put another bandage around it now but the bleeding should stop. And as soon as we’re out of this place Daisy will take another look at all your wounds and take care of you, alright?” A nod from your side again. After that Leon put a bandage around your leg and got rid of all the things he used before. He then lay down on the ground beside you, taking your hand again and kissing it. You smiled as you felt his warmth so close to you and you were glad to be beside him again. Now you would just have to wait for the others to join you and get out of this crazy place.

Chris, Daisy and Angel all stayed behind, taking evidence from the crime scene. Chris gave himself the witten analysis and overall overseer duty. He had to make sure that Angel and Daisy were doing their jobs correctly. Angel was placed on DNA duty, much to her demise, she prefers doing the written analysis. She equipped herself with some medical gloves and safety goggles and then began to collect evidence. Fingerprints, hair follicles, dead skin cells, anything that could prove useful to them later on. Daisy had her camera and various technological equipment doddle across the room. She took pictures of bodies, various files and anything that could prove useful to them later on. The first thing she began to evaluate was the body of Leona Capulet. Although they have already done some research on the woman they still didn’t know everything about her, but now they would. “Mid sixties, seems to have some kind of skin condition?” Daisy muttered to herself as she jotted down notes on her tablet. Daisy placed a pair of latex gloves and picked up Leona’s hand, analysing her skin. “I’ve never seen anything like this before… Chris!” She called out to get his attention. Leona’s wrists were blackened and bruised, almost as if she previously was wearing restraints. “Oh and look!” Daisy lifted her arm even further, being careful to not accidentally rip the limb off. “A tattoo? Undici?” Chris looked through the index he had in his hand and turned to Leona’s page, where they had a recent photograph taken by a private investigator.

“Leona doesn't have any tattoos.” Chris swore at himself as he slammed the index on the bloody surgery table. “This isn't Leona, it's a fake.”

Angel instantly began to collect some DNA of this mystery woman. Blood samples and a swap collection were placed into evidence satchules and then finally placed into the duffle bag that she had on her back. “I’ll get these back to you asap, Chris. Need anything else while I'm here or am I called off?” She asked.

“You’re done, Angel. Daisy, finish up with your pictures and let's get out of here. I’ve already called for another crew to take another look, catch anything we might have missed.” As Chris gave his paper’s to Angel the three of them heard a crash behind the concrete wall. The three of them instantly pulled their pistols out of the holsters and all stood back to back, realising that the real Leona might still be here. They tried to find a way out other than the way they came in. Leona must have a secret exit behind that wall.

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