Using your One Wish Willow was supposed to be a joke. What happens now that Leon Kennedy himself is in front of you, seemingly in love with everything you are?
word count: 1.6k, chapter one
content: reverse isekai and transmigration, inspired by Obsession (2025). fluff and angst and eventual smut. short chapters.
A single One Wish Willow.
You found it in a thrift store, tucked away behind novelty mugs and dusty china. If anything, it looked purposely hidden. Perhaps someone wanted it for themselves, but didnāt have the chance to take it yet.
At the resounding price of $3, you thought the box looked interesting enough. A wish that comes true? Surely, it was a bunch of hocus pocus. But something about the worn package and its promise of an incredible happening was too intriguing.
Taking it home meant you inspected the box curiously, fingers gliding over the words.
āAmaze your friends. You only get one wish,ā you mumbled to yourself. The characters on the box were cute enough. Part of you didnāt want to open it. Maybe keep it as a decoration in your room, as the trinket it seemingly was.
But⦠a bigger part of you wanted to see what was inside. Shaking it, you could hear that it physically carried an object.
You figured, āfuck it,ā and opened it with careful fingers. Slowly, you extracted the wooden piece from the box. It looked⦠fine. Normal, even.
You thought to yourself for a moment. What wish would be most fulfilling at this moment? Money? Fame?
You looked around your room. It was quiet, only the hum of whatever sad song you were listening to in the background. Still, you wished for company. Companionship in the shape of a kind lover. Someone whoād love you unconditionally, despite all your flaws.
Your eyes stopped at a picture of him on your desk; a dumb printout meant to make you passingly happy while you lived life tirelessly.
You smiled, chuckling to yourself. Snapping the stick, you jokingly said: āI wish Leon Kennedy was real.ā
It was silly, and you knew it. You wished for it anyways. Deep down, you wanted him to exist. To see if youād get along, form a relationship of any kind. But that was all silly.
At least, until you heard a crackle in your room. Once, then twice. The sparks of life materializing in front of you. You gasped, falling backwards on your bed until your head hit the mattress.
Things kept spinning, yellow and orange pigments shimmering in the center of your room. The world itself seemed to shake, with the rattling of your furniture making your heart pound furiously. You could only stare in fear and awe as he appeared slowly. Blurred locks of blonde hair, a compression shirt, and tactical pants.
It couldnāt be him. No, no. Your eyes were playing a trick on you. Or maybe you were dreaming this all up. Maybe, just maybe, the stick was hallucinogenic? But that was crazy.
You stayed on your bed, practically trembling as you watched him become clearer. More detailed. For a fleeting moment, he looked as he did in-game. But then he became more. Flesh and skin, blood and bones.
He stretched a bit. Then came the familiar sound of his grunts. Quiet, barely there. You screamed. He stumbled back.
āOh my god!ā you squeaked, scrambling away in your bed.
He looked down at himself and at his hands. Leon felt⦠strange. Different. He couldnāt pinpoint how, though.
You threw a pillow at him, afraid of how this could be occurring. He let it hit him square in the face before catching it in his hands.
āOh my god,ā you repeated. āWhat the fuck.ā Your eyes were wide as saucers, unable to look away from him.
āWhat?ā he asked, your panic making him uneasy.
āYou!ā you exclaimed.
He scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. āWell, of course Iām real.ā
You squeaked again, before finally tumbling out of your bed to approach him. Your room wasnāt the biggest, so you were in front of each other now.
The details in his face were astounding. The tired blue eyes. The mole beneath his right nose. The cleft chin. It was all him. Not Eduardo, the face model. All Leon.
Your hand slowly reached out, fingers hovering besides his face. He looked unsure for a moment, which made you pause.
āSorry,ā you mumbled. āYou just lookā¦ā
āFamiliar?ā he guessed.
The hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. God, those lips. Youāve probably imagined them a million times. And now they were here, in front of you. Your mouth went dry.
āI think I need to sit downā¦ā and you slowly retracted yourself to the edge of the bed.
āYeah, youāre not looking great.ā
You would have made a snarky remark if you werenāt so incredibly baffled. He seemed calm, though. Too calm. Like he didnāt mind being here with you, in your room.
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
The truth was⦠Leon couldnāt recall anything. He couldnāt remember anything about himself apart from the basic things. Heās a government agent. He likes Oreos. Heās an orphan, and heās so, so lonely. Everything else is in bits and pieces; shallow memories that feel a million light years away.
So to suddenly show up in the comfort of your home⦠it didnāt seem so bad. And he thinks youāre cute, as startled as you are.
After your initial shock, you had to let him take refuge in your room. Where else was he supposed to go? He could tell he wasnāt home. Not near his sad apartment in D.C., and it wasnāt one of those nightmares where he was in Raccoon City again. This was different.
Your room was warm. Nice. You had little pictures on the walls, some personal and some not. Your bookshelf was littered with little toys and knickknacks. He could see himself being happy here. Much happier.
When it was nighttime, and youād successfully kept Leon away from anyone whoād notice him, you finally got to thinking about your sleep dilemma.
āSoā¦ā you started, twisting your fingers together awkwardly.
He sat on the chair of your desk patiently, like a puppy awaiting instruction. It made your heart palpitate. He did that to you in general, you noticed.
āBedtime,ā you said. āUh, you can take my bed. Iāll set something up on the floor.ā
His eyes narrowed. āNo,ā he said without hesitation. āNo way. Iāll take the floor.ā
āTrust me,ā he said with a tiny smirk. āIāve been in worse sleeping situations than this.ā
You wanted to offer the two of you to share the bed, desperately, but you didnāt have a king. If the two of you slept together, thereād be unavoidable points of contact. And were you ready for that, now that Leon was actually here? You almost died when he patted your shoulder earlier. There was no way youād survive sharing a bed.
āO-Okay,ā you finally said. āBut Iāll make sure to give you lots of pillows and blankets.ā
āDeal,ā he said with a nod.
You hurriedly got to organizing him a spot on the floor, with him watching you curiously. Youād been so skittish that he felt a need to calm you down. He doesnāt know how, though. Heās never been too good at the comforting thing.
Pulling the various pieces from your bed and a closet in the hallway, you successfully set up a makeshift bed on the ground for him.
He smiled, just barely, and it felt like sunshine. Youād watched him smile at Ashley Graham in game, but when it was aimed at you? Geez.
āThanks,ā he said. āLooks comfy.ā
You let out a small, awkward laugh. āYeah. I tried.ā
His smile grew a fraction and he shook his head, finally standing up from the chair. He didnāt seem to care that he wasnāt dressed for bed, even if youād been in your pajamas for a while. He still settled into the floor, as calm as ever.
āYou need anything before I, you knowā¦ā
He shook his head ānoā and slowly laid until he could pull a blanket over himself. āām fine,ā he said.
You exhaled, nodding to yourself. āOkay, cool.ā Reaching over him to turn the light off, you quieted your voice. āWell, goodnight.ā
You went back to your bed, where you closed your eyes. And you were too aware of him and his breaths. In and out, as gentle as the spring breeze.
You closed your eyes, and sleep felt impossible. You wondered if youād wake up, and heād be gone. That seemed likely, ācause again, maybe you were just high as shit and imagining him.
But sleep eventually claimed you.
When you woke up, it was still dark. There was a small rasp against your desk. Quiet scratches. Your head lifted from your pillow, and you squinted as he stood at the edge of your bed.
āWhat are you doing?ā you asked.
āNothing,ā he said. āCouldnāt sleep.ā
Right. Nightmares. Leon was a haunted man, with an awful backstory. Tragic. That was the reality.
āCan I sleep in your bed? With you?ā
You froze. That was simultaneously the best and worst idea.
āItās okay if you donāt want to,ā he whispered. His eyes seemed to practically glow. āIām just⦠not used to this.ā
āFeeling⦠comfortable around someone.ā
āYeah,ā he said slowly. āI feel pretty comfortable around you. Dunno why.ā
Was that really what this was about? He found comfort in you?
āWell, I guess itās okay.ā
āReally?ā he asked, but he was already climbing in.
You scooted over to make space for him. āYeah, yeah. Of course. No big deal.ā
You took in a breath, trying not to tremble. Leon was right beside you now, looking at you with kind, appreciative eyes. And you didnāt know what to do.
-> Chapter 2 (in progress)