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Color Key

Red: NSFW

Blue: angst/ hurt no comfort

Pink: fluff/comfort

Green: horror/goth/unsettling

Orange: headcanon/analysis

Professor!Leon x Reader (NFSW)

- Professor, I didn’t cheat.

- Professor, I didn’t cheat pt.2

Older!Leon x Reader (NSFW)

- My baby, my baby… (angst)

- My baby, my baby… pt. 2

Yan!Leon X Reader (NSFW)

- American Psycho Killer

- American Psycho Killer: The Sequel

Prince!Leon X Reader Trilogy (NSFW)

- You've bewitched me

- You've bewitched me, body and soul

- You’ve bewitched me, I never wish to be parted from you

Mafia!Boss!Leon X Reader Trilogy (NSFW)

- Cupid doesn’t gamble

- Cupid doesn’t gamble II

- Cupid doesn’t gamble III

NSFW Leon x Reader

SFW Leon x Reader

OG series

- Insurgency index

Leon Headcanons

RE: Incorrect Quotes

- RE Meme Quotes

- RE as Bojack Quotes

My short analytical essays on RE

- Leon Psychoanalysis

- Color Theory vs. RE

- Villain Analysis

- Did Leon change or did he stay the same?

- Leon’s intelligence

Do forgive me for being gone for a long time, I have had a lot to think and talk about regarding the future of Resident Evil and what the fans seem to behave towards to. I have taken it upon myself to 'infiltrate' social circles on X, Instagram, Tumblr, AO3, etc. to see what people usually think about RE and to be fair, most of it has been excitement for the future of the upcoming games. However, a lot of fans still have been clinging to the Og games as well as old films, which isn't inherently wrong, but it has inspired me to do a deep dive on why certain fans cling to nostalgia. BEWARE: a long analytical essay

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Requiem broke records when it published early in the year, I played it myself and I enjoyed it very much and I cannot wait for the DLC. However, recent discourse has been going around regarding the ring Leon seems to be wearing in game and in the concept photos. Unfortunately, this has caused many people to get involved in fan wars to the point where production got harassed (creators, voice actors, streamers, etc.), thus driving me to write this essay.

The general consensus in fans is that many have not thought about the remakes in regard to character growth and relationships within the beloved characters such as the most famous war: Leon versus Claire and Ada. In my honest and humble opinion, I am not interest in ships. I have been playing the games for years to the point where one might call me an unc in good laughter. However, as i said before, many fans don't really seem to grasp what the remakes try to convey because they are caught up in the original games and films. I will not name who as I do not wish for my messages to be filled with hate so i shall spare thee of that.

Many fans who claim they love the remakes over the OGs are often called fake and new gen, as well as OG fans being called old and nostalgic. We have all felt nostalgia at some point but to use it as an attack and ignorance is not correct. Is a fan a real fan if they ignore the remakes/og's? Why are we so afraid of change when CAPCOM has decided to rewrite the story of Resident Evil? Hopefully i can give you the initiative to share your thoughts with me too!

Leon Kennedy Rewritten: the mischaracterization of Leon Kennedy runs because many people seem to WANT to use the original version of Leon Kennedy rather than truly want to see the Leon Kennedy Remade. He is not some lovesick fool, he is not a baby--he is a grown man with goals and boundaries. He is kind, he is heroic and courageous. The argument about his ring completely disregards what his character was in Requiem: a closing chapter for his trauma. Revisiting Raccoon City after what happened in 1998 wasn't easy and we know it from Leon himself in that section of the game. He has a hard shell but a soft heart, he felt survivor's guilt upon entering RPD and Kendo's Gun Shop.

Ada Wong Rewritten: it seems a lot of fans don’t really tend to understand her character. No, she’s not some sort of monster but she’s also not some reoccurring 'hero'. She’s meant to be mysterious, the typical femme fatale. She manipulated Leon for her benefit because that’s her character. She’s driven by her goals and agenda, and she wants to see her job done regardless of what methods she used. But don’t let that fool you because she also has humanity (e.i. When Ada refused to give Wesker the Amber in RE4R) but people do not seem to accept her character the way she’s supposed to be. She’s not some saint who would settle down—she is actively working as a mercenary, she has enemies, she is always on the move, as far as we know ‘Ada’ isn’t even her real name. If fans truly love Ada, they will understand that her character is acting AGAINST Leon whenever the two appear. They are opposites, they stand on different sides who somehow find coordination when fighting a common enemy (whether it being corrupted leaders or a giant BOW). She’s meant to come and go, and that’s okay. We are not meant to see her again, she’s mysterious and has her life outside the frame of the games. I sincerely hope people realize that it’s okay for Ada to do evil things because she’s not necessarily good. She’s a grey character. She does questionable things, stop trying to change the way she is being written.

Claire Redfield Rewritten: not much is known about Claire Remade but with the alleged Code Veronica Remake in the works, I am most excited about her arc. Claire is often forgotten or labeled as either Chris's sister or Leon's partner (as seen in Requiem with the Claire figure for his gun) she is what Leon thinks about the world--she is hopeful, she is passionate, she is trusting, she can be reckless, but it is justified for her character. As much as I loved her in the old games like Revelations 2, it just doesn't feel like the Claire we all came to know and love in RE2R. Dare I say she is almost the other half of Leon where they both back each other up and help one another when they can. To be honest, i like their relationship, she is for the people and he fights for the safety of the people she helps.

This is not say who Leon ends up, this is just a reminder that CAPCOM rewriting their characters should be the end of the debate of whether who ends up with Leon or not. Instead of attacking the characters and changing them, play the games and accept that CAPCOM modernizing and changing their story isn't bad. The last time we see Ada in the remakes is in the Separate Ways DLC where she and Leon do literally go their separate ways. Many bring RE6 to justify their ships but that's just wrong because i am confident that we will also get a RE6 Remake where CAPCOM will change and go more in depth with its characters.

Summary: You were a part of a third party involved with the C-virus in China. You’ve had your eyes on Carla, trying to track her down and take the virus sample with you. But upon following her into a building, you meet two men who were also after her.

Warning: based on the premise of RE6 so like… spoilers perhaps. As always, SMUT. Threesome. Anal. Also, I’m running on a three hour sleep so this may be too freaky or not freaky, depends on how freaky I feel teehee

Word Count: 3,138

A/N: I love this game, anyone got mods to recommend? Clothes mod, I want my Helena to be a baddie

Running atop the catwalks was quite the trouble that nobody seems to talk about in movies, especially with heels.

You’d been sent to China to investigate this so called C-Virus after you’ve a rather suspicious looking file written by Dr. Simmons himself to his research team. You knew of Dr. Simmons, the head of National Security, and the guy with the tragic story who can’t seem to take no for an answer.

Ada was someone you worked with to take down Simmons after his weird obsession and infatuation had caused him to make a carbon copy clone of her. After Ada had rejected him and went to both of your employers, Carla—the clone—had suddenly gained her own consciousness. As in, “I think, therefore, I am.”

She despised Simmons, that much was obvious to the people around the doctor. She had run off with the virus briefcase and decided that she’d bring chaos to the world. For what? Revenge.

Ada had gone off somewhere near the river in China, probably fighting some stray J’avos. You had been so close to catching her, until you noticed four people following her. You paused on top of the catwalks, staring down at what seemed to be two men fighting and Carla watching.

Chris. Leon. That’s what you heard them say. You knew them, of course, coming from the very person who knew them upfront: Ada. But she failed to mention how attractive they were. But enough of that, it seemed that they were after the briefcase as well.

Without further ado, you had jumped down from the catwalks was and kicked her down on the floor. The briefcase clattered somewhere away from her but you were quick to keep her down on the floor by pointing your gun at her. “Carla,” you said breathlessly as you caught your breath. She simply smirked at you, seemingly unfazed.

“Who the hell is Carla?” Chris said as he pointed his gun at her but then he pointed it at you, “And who are you?”

“Name’s Y/n, and this one isn’t Ada. Her name’s Carla Radames. Someone very close to Dr. Simmons,” you answered. Leon stood quiet for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if wanting to reject the sudden information but for some reason, he felt inclined to believe you.

“Astute,” Carla said smoothly before she stood up, along with you getting up from the floor, “Though I have to say, it was a bummer you had to sell out my real identity. I was having fun.”

“Enough of your games, Carla,” you snarled, finger cooking around the trigger—which caused Leon to hesitate in stepping up to intervene but ultimately decided to just aim his gun and watch. “Give me to case and I won’t shoot.”

Carla simply narrowed her eyes at you, her expression unreadable and cold as if analyzing you. Then, she kicked you in the stomach, sending you back as she kicked away Leon’s gun and twisted his arm. She smashed her head against Chris’s nose, causing him to stumble and hold his bleeding nose. She ran to the case, pushing Helena down on the floor and shoving Piers aside as she ran down the ramp towards a door that led to the exit.

“Go!” Chris commanded Piers, to which the young soldier nodded and took off. Helena didn’t need to be told, her guilt had poked at her mind and she felt she needed to act quickly, so she took off as well.

You stood up once more, groaning as you held your stomach. But as soon as you were about to take after the three individuals, Leon stopped you by holding your wrist, “Wait—“ he said in a serious and deep tone, “We’re not done yet.”

“Like hell you’re not,” you retorted back and snatched your wrist away. Chris stepped up, holding your upper arm tightly, “Listen, we’re all clearly on the same boat here so why don’t we cut the crap?”

You turned and narrowed your eyes at the two men. For a moment, you remained pensive. He was right, you were all clearly in the same battle against releasing the C-Virus. “I’ve already said what had to be said. That’s not Ada. She’s a clone made by Dr. Simmons after being rejected by Ada but Carla went crazy and seeks revenge. Now can you let go?”

Chris stared down at you before he glanced at Leon, who in return nodded and Chris let go of your arm. The atmosphere was tense between the three of you. “Do you know where she’s going?” Asked Leon.

You shook your head, face softening slightly, “No…I don’t know where she’s going but something tells me she’ll be hitting the big parts of the cities.”

Chris and Leon exchanged glances, not at all happy that they had stop another outbreak from erupting. It was indeed the same dance as always, huh?

“We shouldn’t be fighting,” Leon said, “I’ll go after Simmons and you go after Carla,” Leon said to Chris before he looked at you, “And you…I don’t know what the fuck you’ll do but you better not betray us.”

You narrowed your eyes at them, “You don’t tell me what to do. I won’t listen to the two guys that fought over a clone, one wanting to end her life and the other wanting to take her in. Make up your minds and stop wasting my time, dammit.”

But Chris didn’t take this lightly. Carla’s the reason why his whole team died, seeing you brushing them off carelessly made him act so irrationally. He quickly took you by the back of your shirt, turned you and pinned you against the wall with his hand studying your collar, “Listen here, you little shit,” he growled.

“That woman…she killed my entire team. It was an ambush. Piers and I were the only ones who survived. Those men…” he leaned closer to your face, “they were innocent.”

Leon’s breath was sharp, staring at Chris and putting his hand out to placate him, “Chris, let her go. She didn’t do any of this. It was Carla.”

Chris listened to Leon with half a heart. He was angry but most important, he felt guilty. He couldn’t protect his team and they all died in that ambush that seemed to replay in his mind. Those were his men, men who trusted him. And now they were gone.

It was deadly silent as Chris stared you down before he slowly let you go. Your heart was beating fast, no matter how many brave faces you put up, Chris was quite a scary fellow. Leon sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair, “Now what.”

“Now what?” Chris repeated and glanced at Leon, “We find Carla and take her in. Before she releases or sells that virus.”

You could only stare at the two men, this definitely threw your plans off course but you had to adapt to situations. After all, at the end of your job, you’ll be rewarded a lot of money.

So the three of you go after Helena and Piers, only to be met with them empty handed. Chris split up with Piers, Leon went with Helena, and you decided to rendezvous back with Ada. Dr. Simmons and Carla would be hard to find and take down but after seeing all the damage that was caused, you realized that this was personal for not just Chris but also Ada and Leon. The three had been affected by these two but at the same time, you couldn’t understand why anyone would allow Carla to stay alive longer than she has to be.

She’s a clone! She’s not even real human and yet she’s treated as one.

The longer the search went, the more frustrated you felt. When you met with Chris and Leon again after the bomb had been depleted in China and blue smoke covered the entire city, you’ve had enough.

You three had just entered a building and locked it, the zombies long gone and led astray by a soldier who sacrificed himself. It was too much for you and you couldn’t help but feel the guilt gnaw at you too.

“You should’ve killed her while you had the chance!” You yelled at Chris, to which his brow twitched and stomped towards you, “Watch your mouth. I did my fucking best but super agent here didn’t want me to kill his stupid girlfriend,” he said as he pointed to Leon.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Leon’s voice was deep and angry, “and you were the one who followed my words. I didn’t force you to not shoot her back in the facility-“

“No but you offered yourself as sacrifice! I couldn’t just kill you!” Chris reiterated.

“Shut up!” Your voice echoed in the space, “You two are being so immature right now. There are people outside being turned into zombies! We don’t have time for this shit!”

Chris scoffed, “That’s rich coming from you, you’ll probably steal the virus and sell it, just like Ada did back in ‘98.” It was now Leon’s turn to grow annoyed, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Do I? Or how about in 2004 when she took the Amber? I read the report, Leon. I’m not stupid.”

“You just haven’t given me the chance to explain how complicated it is between us and—“

“Shut up!” Your voice echoed, again, “Gosh, you two are like little children! We get it, Chris doesn’t trust Ada and Leon is still hung up on her. Can we focus on the present day? I feel like I’m carrying the team right now.”

The men quieted die but their faces betrayed their anger simmering beneath their skin. You rolled your eyes, “It’s really not the time to have a second team wipeout,” you muttered under your breath. Chris whipped his head towards you, a crazed look in his eyes.

“What did you say?” He grumbled and stepped towards you. His hand shot up to pin you against the wall but Leon was quick this time. Leon went to your side and pulled you out of Chris’s grasp, your body clashing against Leon’s, “Chris,” he said in a warning tone.

"No, Leon," Chris grumbled, "she doesn't get to say shit and get away with it. I saw my men die and she thinks it's funny to joke about it?" Chris stared at you, eyes full of fury and regret at the death of his teammates. But anger was consuming, making him lose all kinds of restraints he had. He lunged forward, trying to force Leon to let you go. Leon shoved you away as he fought hand to hand against Chris. Leon threw a punch at Chris's face, sending Chris back a few steps before Chris grabbed Leon's arm and twisted it. With Leon momentarily stunned, Chris bent his arm behind his back and pressed his back against Leon to keep him in place.

"I don't want to fight," Chris said as he panted, breathing harshly for air as he kept a tight grip on Leon. Leon gritted his teeth, squirming to try and get out of his grasp. Having had enough of their drama, you stepped forward and forced them both away from each other. "Enough!" your voice echoed, "You're right, Chris. What I said was insensitive and apologize for being a bitch. But that doesn't give you the right to just attack anyone, especially not in the situation we're in. We need to keep our head in the game if we want to stop Carla and Simmons."

The two men remained panting and trying to calm down. Your words resonated with them, and they nodded. After some minutes of just trying to ease up the tensions, Leon spoke up, "We're all just tired of this, I get it. We have a lot of shit pent up and it's not healthy to deal with it by fighting each other...fuck, I could use a drink right now." He whispered the last part which led to Chris letting out an airy laugh. Maybe it was Leon's words or Chris's laugh, but the three of you soon broke into a small laughing fit. Incredulous at how childish you've all been acting.

After deciding to take a break, a much needed break, the three of you were sitting down against the wall with you in the middle. Leon sat on your left while Chris sat on your right. Your knees and thighs bumped against their own, a spark of a different kind of tension flickering in the atmosphere. Maybe it was the need to let out some steam, to find an outlet for your frustrations, but your hand crept up Leon's thigh. He shuddered almost imperceptibly, and Chris noticed from the other side. Chris leaned towards you, his face leaning down towards your neck as Leon glanced at you.

Something changed and neither of you did anything to address it. You found yourself making out with Leon, his hand held your jaw as he kept your lips on his while Chris's own lips kissed and sucked the skin of your neck as his hand trailed down your stomach to your crotch. Maybe it all happened fast, or maybe it all happened too painfully slow. Clothes were thrown off, you were pulled to Leon's lap while Chris settled behind you.

Leon's lips were worshipping your breasts, his tongue rolling off your nipple as he got his saliva all over your chest like a starved boy. You were straddling Leon's hips, Chris helping you grind against his cock between your folds as he had his hands on your hips. When Leon laid down on his back, Chris helped him slide his cock inside your gummy walls. It was a delicious stretch, one that made Leon groan. Chris stroked himself as he watched you ride Leon, his own throbbing cock leaking in his hands, but he was too desperate to wait his turn. Chris pushed you down until you were arched against Leon. He aligned his cock to where Leon's cock was inside you and started to slide in.

Your eyes rolled back as you started to slowly take two cocks in your pussy, your hands gripped Leon's shoulders tightly. But Chris had too much steam to let loose, so he didn't hesitate in beginning to thrust with Leon's cock still inside you. Your moans harmonized with Leon's groans and Chris's grunts. "I'm not going to last long, Chris," Leon barely managed to speak but Chris simply grunted, "I don't care."

Chris hurried his thrusting, his hips snapping against your ass as he began to chase for his own release. He was a man on a mission, and he was going to see that his mission gets accomplished. Leon's own hips thrusted upwards as he held you tightly against him, feeling your tits press against his chest. Leon's breathing began to shorten and quicken, his hips jerking and twitching to solidify the fact that he was close to cumming. "Fuck!" Leon groaned as his white cum erupted from his cock and inside you. Chris, upon feeling Leon's cum coat his own cock inside you, couldn't hold the moan that had been bubbling in his throat, and he also came inside you. Cum leaked out of your cunt as their cocks slipped out from how wet it was.

But this wasn't enough for any of you. Chris pulled you forward until your face was in front of Leon's cock. "Suck him off while I fuck your ass," Chris commanded as he shoved your face down Leon's cock. Leon was still sensitive from his orgasm that when he felt you take him into your mouth, tears pricked at his eyes. As your tongue lapped up and swirled around the girth length that belonged to Leon, Chris aligned the head of his cock to your tight muscle ring. He had wiped the mixed cum over your asshole as lube. He slowly surged forward, you pulled back from Leon's cock, nearly screaming at the way Chris was stretching your anus. Tears slid down your cheeks, but it felt so good.

"Don't stop," Leon whispered as he pulled you back on his cock. Chris continued going forward until he was balls deep inside your ass. He pulled back until just the tip remained inside and then thrusted back in. The motion caused you to move against Leon's cock, naturally bobbing on his member as you go fucked from behind. Chris's hand went down to rub your clit before he inserted two fingers into your cum-filled cunt as he continued to thrust deeply. Leon's cock began to twitch in your mouth, pre-cum leaking down like a waterfall. He had brought his hands to your hair, holding you tightly as if you were going to disappear on him before he could even cum. "Y/n... fuck... I'm gonna--" but before he could finish his sentence, he pulled your face down his entire length and shot him cum down your throat. He groaned and rolled his eye back as he came. His grip loosened on your hair and he slowly allowed you to pull back from his cock. Leon was fascinated by the sight of you, swallowing his cum and looking absolutely delectable.

He rubbed your cheek ever so kindly before he leaned in to kiss you, as if to show you his appreciation for the pleasures you had given him. Chris grew frantic as his thrust became fast and hard. When a single whimper escaped his lips, you knew Chris was also going to come again. His hand pulled away from your pussy and he held your hips tightly as he rutted into your tight channel. He slammed forward, his balls slapping against your clit, and came hard inside your asshole. He fell forward against your back, sandwiching you against Leon.

The three of you were left panting, dazed even, as you all tried to catch your breath. A whimper rolled of your tongue as Chris slowly pulled his cock out of your stretched hole. Cum leaked out and he couldn't help but groan at the sight. "Fuck..." Chris cursed as he went to sit beside Leon, who still had you in his arms.

“Try using knives next time, better for close encounters”

BRO, HE WASN’T BEING LITERAL!! HE WAS REFERRING TO WAY SHE STABBED HIM IN THE BACK WHEN THEY WERE IN RACCOON CITY AND HE FELT BETRAYED BY HER TAKING THE SAMPLE AND ALL OF A SUDDEN SHE SHOWS UP ALIVE AFTER ALL!! BRO WAS HURT AND HE USED FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE TO SAY HOW HE FELT

Hey… 🥛 came back with the milk…

(I’m actually writing that threesome fic between Leon Chris and reader but it somehow turned into a book and it’s about pirates. stay tuned for another series. RAHHHHHH)

edit: I got inspired by the pirates of the Caribbean😔 Orlando bloom is so hot

edit 2: I lied, I actually have two fics😔 they’re both threesomes. ones based on pirates and the other is based on RE6 bc I love that game. I think imma post the RE6 one first bc it’s shorter and I feel like I’ve starved you guys too much.

I get so caught up in the logistics of hybrid smut that I confuse myself and I scrap every hybrid ff I write bc I have no idea wtf I’m writing👩‍🦯‍➡️

Can someone be so kind to like… explain the hybrid world in kindergarten terms? Do dogs hybrid just do knots? wtf is a knot. What about cross breeding? What happens after insemination?

Like, if we have a fucking bird hybrid user and a dog hybrid Leon and he fucks the bird hybrid user and comes inside them, do they get pregnant bc they’re part human/part animal or is it more realistic and they can’t fall pregnant bc species can’t inter breed in real life?

Summary: reader is a female police officer that began to have a friendship with someone who got sent to help with a case. But things took a dark turn…

Warning: Manipulation. Kidnapping. Stalking. Gaslighting. Stockholm syndrome. Power dynamic. Power abuse. Emotional abuse and distress. Guilt-tripping. Isolation. Emotional blackmail. SMUT. Creampie. Handjob. Blowjob. Oral (m receiving). Reader is toxic. Leon is a victim. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Word Count: 4,193

A/N: since it’s October, I wanted to try something different. We’ve all seen the fics where Leon is the toxic one but what about the reader? This is my attempt at toxic reader.

“My honey I know, with the dawn that you will be gone. But tonight, you belong to me,” - Tonight You Belong To Me, Patience and Prudence

When you were young, you looked up to the heroes of the world. The police, the firefighters, etc. It all fascinated you and you found it in yourself to want to help others as well. It was all an innocent dream that started when you were just a little girl and now here you are, working as a police officer in the city’s infamous police department.

People come and go, new faces everyday. It’s filling out paperwork and writing reports about incidents you’ve been called to. Sure, you’ve had your share of the donut and early coffee rounds, but nothing beats cruising in the patrol car.

You’ve never been an obsessed type of person, you just took a really good liking to things. Video games, music, books–they were all just common interests. But something about your job was so exciting. It wasn’t just helping people, it was the necessity to feel the rush flow through your blood through car chases or when you venture into a building with your flashlight out searching for criminals. At the end of the day, it felt amazing capturing the bad guys and throwing them in a cell.

It was a normal day, nothing too out of the ordinary. You were called to a crime scene in a neighborhood in the middle of your night shift. You were the first of your squad to arrive and there you saw an unfamiliar man. He wasn’t a police officer but he seemed like the real deal.

“Ah, Officer L/N,” said the police commander as he motioned for you to come forward, “Let me introduce you to this guy. He’s done nothing but save the country countless times. Meet Agent Kennedy, he will be assisting us tonight.” Agent Kennedy was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. Skin pale with a few freckles adorning his face.

Agent Kennedy nods and extends his hand to you for a handshake, “Nice to meet you, I hope we can work with no issues.” You nodded and took his hand in return for a firm handshake before letting go, “Pleasure to meet you as well.”

“So,” Agent Kennedy said as he looked over at your boss, “What’s the situation here?” The police commander then began to walk inside towards the house you had parked on the side to, “There’s been a suspicious call to the precinct,” he said as you and Agent Kennedy followed him inside, with Agent Kennedy letting you enter first.

“Lady down the street said that there was yelling and she called to make a noise complaint but then she said it all got quiet so she decided to check on the people who lived here,” he said as he walked the two of you to the living room. Upon reaching the living room, the floor’s carpet was drenched in blood and the walls had blood spatters around them. You grimaced at the sight but Agent Kennedy simply narrowed his eyes, his blue eyes jumping from blood spatter to blood spatter around the room, “Any clue about the victim?” Kennedy asked.

“Female. Early thirsties,” the police commander began to describe, “5 foot 5–the other neighbors said that she was a sweet lady but that her boyfriend wasn’t much of a gentleman. When we first came to check, the body was missing and there was no weapon on sight. It was as if someone had murdered her and took her body with them. We tried contacting the boyfriend but he’s been MIA for a while now.”

Your eyes wandered around the room, how could anyone do this? Sure, there is no certain proof that the woman’s boyfriend could’ve done it but it was a lead right?

“What about the boyfriend’s records?” You asked, “If his record states suspicious activity or other charges, then we’d know by then, right?”

“No,” Agent Kennedy replied right before your boss could, “This doesn’t seem like something a felon would do. Usually felons who are trying to save face try to avoid getting in trouble with the law. This is something completely unrelated to the victim’s relationship.”

“Then what could’ve caused this?” the police commander asked. Kennedy kneeled on the ground, his eyes inspecting the bloody carpet, “An amateur. This is probably just the work of someone trying to prove that they can kill.” Kennedy stood back up again and looked at your boss, “I’ll have a few of my men search the house, there’s been other cases like this that we have previously looked at and I think this is just another one of those.”

You furrowed your brows, “So you’ve dealt with this killer before?” you asked, to which he nodded, “Yes. But I can’t say anything. It’s a government case.”

It was a long night but thanks to Agent Kennedy, he made it run smoother than you had anticipated.

Agent Kennedy…

What a guy.

-

For the days that followed through, balancing minor incidents and the big case on your plate, you’ve met with Kennedy more than a few times. It was as if it was a coincidence. You saw him at a bar, in the police station, in the store–quite the few times. But you were polite in each encounter. You smiled, you waved, you even initiated conversations with him. And he was kind to you in return.

You were happy, life was great.

You’ve even stopped him several times when you saw him on the road.

“Hey, just a reminder to turn on your lights,” you’d say as you’d lean against his car door.

“Make sure your license plate gets renewed, you’re lucky I’m a nice officer,” you’d say with a friendly smile.

Or sometimes you would meet in your office for the case and talk.

“You know, you’re lucky I’ve been just giving you warnings on the road,” you said as you sat on your desk with him sitting across from you. He smirks and shakes his head, “It’s like you’re always there. Are you secretly following me?”

You laughed and it was your turn to shake your head in denial, “I’m too busy to follow you around. Plus, what’s the harm if I did? I’ve been helping you avoid a ticket, haven’t I?”

He nods and laughs, “Yeah, I guess you’ve kind of been like a friendly officer.”

“I’m for the people,” you said as you laughed with him, “I try to help as much as I can. I’m not a saint, but people can do good, right?”

“Yeah… they can,” he muttered and leaned back against the chair he was sitting in, “No but seriously, I’ve been seeing you around more often than lately. I’m not saying it’s weird, I appreciate you giving me tips and warnings but–I mean, is it even allowed?”

You laughed again, “It’s a small town, Leon,” you said, “I’m busy everywhere and plus, no one has to know. There are millions of things happening at once in this place. Me not giving you a speeding ticket is nothing worth mentioning.”

Everything seemed to be going well for you. You’ve grown closer to Leon ever since you started that case. Sure, you’ve seen him more frequently but it was pure coincidence, right?

-

Leon was sure something was going on. He’s been seeing you more frequently and you stopped him at random times. He’s grateful you haven’t given him a ticket but he can’t help the growing suspicion that you’ve done this so frequently. His worries only grew after that day in your office.

He was never a man to take things lightly. He’s always thought things through and was a smart and confident man. At some point he began to feel guilty because he could see just how hard you work around the station. You’ve taken shifts but you always kept a smile on your face, it made him feel shitty for thinking so poorly of you.

You were sweet and kind, always wanting to help people just like him.

But there was just something in his gut telling him to watch out.

“Y/n,” he said in surprise when he found you next to his car. You turned and smiled at him, “Hey, Leon. Haven’t seen you in a while, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He forced a smile and nodded, “Yeah, I-uh-I’m fine. Just been busy with the case. Jane Doe, you know?”

“Jane Doe,” you repeated quietly. There was a silence between you two, one that he didn’t know if it was suffocating or intimate. He’s never been good with the ladies after all.

“You know,” you said softly, “I’m here if you ever need to talk. I’m the only one who can really understand you. I’ve seen things no one should see. I’ve been through hell and back before and I know how it feels like to be stuck in this dark place,” you said as you pointed to your head.

His face fell and he stared at you in silence.

“Therapy doesn’t work. I know everyone says that but when has therapy ever worked for you? You have this distant gaze, Leon,” you whispered as you took steps forward towards him, “I’m the only one that can see the pain you feel everyday.”

He furrowed his brow, “Why are you saying this?” he whispered. You smiled, “Because I want to help. I’m your friend.”

-

The words were glued to his mind and now he felt more uneasy but something in your words spoke out to him. He’s never really had the chance to heal, not after Raccoon City. But he’d never say that your words were doing things to his mind. You showed kindness no one ever has, you spoke to him in a caring voice, and you were never his enemy.

He’s never seen someone so… friendly. At some point he found you too friendly but then he’d feel guilty for thinking that stuff about you.

He shouldn’t have been paranoid of you, your eyes and your smile were ones of an angel.

Leon doesn’t have a family and he’s never had a real friend before. Something in him felt warm and odd.

“I’m your only friend here, Leon,” you said as the two of you sat on a bench just right outside the front of the police station, “No one ever listens and if they do, they’re lying. When someone says they care, they don’t. They have to show you that they care like I have. I care about you, I really do. You don’t need those fake friends, you’ll be okay with me. Small circle beats a bigger

circle in terms of a social life, right?”

He nodded, taking your words into consideration, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Lots of people lie nowadays. Can’t ever tell who’s going to stab me in the back.”

“Exactly,” you continued, “Why stress about someone’s loyalty when you have someone that already has proved it. Remember that time I didn’t give you a ticket for speeding or having alcohol in your vehicle? I’m a real friend, Leon. There’s no one else that understands you like I do.”

“Well, I do have some other friends,” he muttered, “they’ve been through the same things I’ve been.”

You scoffed and shook your head, “You’re going to listen to your friends who barely care, over me? I’m the one who has your best interests in mind, Leon.”

“I’m not saying that to make you any less of a friend but you’ve got to admit that you stop me too many times on the road,” he said. You rolled your eyes and looked at him, “You know you’re being paranoid, right? I’ve done nothing but help you, and you’re trying to say I’m some kind of creep. I’m the only one who’s been there for you. You should trust me more than anyone else. Nobody else cares as much as I do.”

He felt bad and guilty for making you think he thought you were a creep. He frowned and looked at you, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you look like a weirdo, I’m just… I haven’t had a real friend in a long time. Probably since high school and that was years ago.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” you sighed softly, your expression turning soft and caring with a small smile tugging your lips, “I understand you were just being cautious and I can’t blame you for that. But don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I care about you and I want to help.”

-

Leon suddenly found himself in a dark room. He blinked his eyes open and saw that he was in a dimly lit room. He tried to move but his hands were tied. Leon was tied down to a chair, his hands behind the back of the chair tied together with rope, as well as his legs tied down on the legs of the chair. Panic surged through him. The room was cold and silent, eerily silent. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his breathing.

He tried to shift around but then his eyes landed on the walls of the room. He furrowed his brow, what the hell was going on? “What the..” he muttered under his breath and then he turned his attention towards the sounds of footsteps descending a pair of stairs. Now he understood he was in a basement.

“Hello,” calmly rang the voice of a woman. Chills ran down Leon’s spine as you stepped closer, making your figure known to him. Why were you here?

“Y/n, you’ve got to help me,” Leon as he tugged at his tied wrists, “I don’t know how I ended up here. Come on, help me–” he grunted as he struggled. But you remained stilled in front of him. Your eyes watching as your calm demeanor took over.

“I’m afraid I can’t,” you said casually. He looked up at him, confusion written on his face, “Can’t help me?” he repeated in disbelief, “Why not?”

“Because I’m the one who did this to you,” you replied. There was no remorse in your tone. YOu were casual and cool, something that made Leon’s skin crawl with goosebumps. He’d never have guessed that you would be the one to ever put him in this situation.

“You see, Leon,” you began as you walked around him, circling him around, “I’m the only you can rely on. You don’t need those other people. They don’t know you like I do. I was only trying to help.”

“Help?” He repeated incredulously, “You tied me to a chair! How is that helping?!”

“Don’t be like that,” you said as you walked back to stand in front of him, leaning down to his face, “You should be grateful, after everything I’ve done for you, shouldn’t you be thanking me? You’re making me feel bad Leon.”

He frowned, his heart aching at your words, “I am grateful for your friendship but I just–”

“Just what, Leon?” you interjected, “Come on, now, don’t be like that,” you continued as you brought a hand to his cheek, gently caressing his face, “You know I’m the only one who’s ever listened to you. I know how damaged you are and I’m the only one who’s accepted you as you are. Look at your so-called friends, they haven’t talked to you. They’re not like me, they don’t care about you like I do.”

He looked up at you with those saddened blue eyes, his head subconsciously leaning into your hand, “But you said you wouldn’t hurt me,” he whispered.

Your thumb swiped along his cheek in a soft caress, “I haven’t, have I?” you whispered back, “I would never hurt you, you know that. It hurts me that you’re doubting me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered back immediately, “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I'm just… confused.”

“It’s okay to be confused but you have to trust me. I’ll never hurt you,” you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead, your lips feeling soft on his skin like a soothing balm. But this only made him more confused. He should be angry and attempting to escape but he couldn’t, he didn’t want to betray you like that after all you’ve done for him. He shouldn’t, right?

He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into your hand as if he was seeking your comfort. You smiled at his behavior, “Look at you,” you murmured, “You’re so deprived of love, aren’t you?” you asked mockingly, to which he nodded. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, “I am…” he whispered, “No one’s treated me as kindly as you have. I… I don’t have anyone besides you.”

“You don’t have to, I’m the only one you need, Leon,” you whispered as you leaned your lips down his face, just right above his lips, “I promise I won’t leave you if you won’t leave me.”

“I promise,” he replied almost instantly, “I won’t leave you. Please…” he begged, craning his head up as if trying to meet your lips. He was desperate for a touch of affection and you were willing to give him that, he wasn’t about to let go of you in the end.

“Please what?” you whispered.

“Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

“Can you kiss me?”

“I can.”

You pressed your lips against his in a short kiss, causing him to whine and lean forward to keep kissing you, “Y/n, please,” he begged again. You smirked and leaned down to kiss him again, this time longer and more passionate. He closed his eyes and sighed into the kiss as your hands raked around his hair, tugging at his blonde strands. Your tongue grazed his bottom lip, to which he let you explore his mouth with.

He was so easy, all he needed was a little bit of love and he was down at your knees for you.

Your hand moved down his chest to his pants. Your palm ghosting over his crotch, you pressed your hand over it. He hissed and moaned, his body going tense before you began to rub him through the fabric of his jeans, “Y/n,” he whined again.

“You want me to touch your dick? Make you cum?” you murmured mockingly, he nodded his head and jerked his hips up into your hand, “Please,” he whispered.

You stood by his side, hand going inside his pants until you felt his boxers. He felt hard and long, almost making you wet. Your hand didn’t stop rubbing him through his boxers, his needy whines and moans echoing through the basement. Then, he attached his lips to your boob over your shirt, his teeth nibbling around the fabric of your shirt.

“Want to suck my tit like a baby?” you mused, he nodded and looked up at you through his lashes, “Yes,” he whispered. And how could you deny him anything when he’s been nothing but a good and obedient boy?

With your free hand, you lifted your shirt and took off your bra, watching as his pupils dilated and immediately latched his lips on your breast. His teeth pulled at your nipple before his tongue flatly dragged over your stiff peak. Your hand on his boxers moved over inside, feeling the skin of his dick on your hands. You pulled it out of his pants and circled your hand around his cock, rubbing up and down from the tip to the base. He moaned against your breasts, the vibrations sending a wave of arousal through you.

He kissed and licked all he could, his lips becoming swollen and your boob glistening with his saliva. God, he could suck your tit all day if you asked him. His moans became short and breathy the more you stroked him, his cock spasmed and twitched as he felt himself near his orgasm and without further notice, you suddenly dropped down to your knees and put his cock in your mouth. He gasped and threw his head back, his lips parting as he moaned every time you bobbed down on his dick. He bucked his hips further into your mouth while your hands massaged his balls, drawing an embarrassing moan from his throat.

Soon enough he came into your mouth, his sweet cum shooting ropes. But you didn’t swallow. Instead, you stood up, hands going to his jaw as you forced his mouth to open. You spat his cum into his mouth and forced him to close his lips.

“Swallow,” you commanded him. He nodded and swallowed the cum you gave him, he was left panting as he looked up at you.

“Good boy,” you purred and kissed his lips and he instantly kissed you back–tasting him on your lips.

“Let’s take these off you, hm?” you said as tugged at the rope around his wrists. He nodded and let you untie him. It’s not like he can escape anyway, where would he go? No one would believe that you, the kind officer, would ever kidnap anyone. And he’s desperate for love and attention, he can’t leave if he wanted because he wouldn’t have anyone to compensate for the lack of love he’s received. He became dependent on you.

As soon as you untied him, he grasped your waist and brought you between his legs, pressing his face on your stomach as he kissed the skin on your belly. You caressed his hair, allowing him to touch and worship you as he wanted.

“You want more?” you asked softly and he nodded against your stomach, “I do,” he whispered.

“Come on then,” you said as you took his hands and pulled him from the chair, “Let’s go to my room. My home is your home now.”

-

It was indeed his home now. He hadn’t noticed but you have, the way he started to leave his things in your house such as clothes and shoes. It was a small change but he slowly began to move in with you. It was such a power trip dynamic that you loved, having this power over him. He can’t ever leave you, where would he go?

Your obsession with him was successful. This was all you wanted from the start. You’ve had eyes for him ever since he got assigned to help you and your team on a murder case.

And now he’s on your bed, naked and thrusting into you from behind as you bent over with your ass in the air. His hands on your hips as he was on his knees behind you on the bed. Your hands held the bed’s headboard, feeling it slam against the wall everytime he plunged deep into you from behind. His cock leaving and entering with force, as if trying to prove his loyalty to you. He was like a dog, in a way. The tip of his cock grazed your cervix, causing your eyes to roll back and a moan to slip past your lips. He groaned and whimpered, feeling his cock get swallowed by your tightening walls.

“Y/n,” he whined as his hands moved to your waist, gripping your body tighter, forcing your body on his cock. Pushing and pulling you as his hips did the same, the sound of skin slapping echoing loudly around the room.

“Fuck–” he cursed under his breath, “You’re so tight. I’m gonna–”

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, moving your body on him to help him. He leaned down to bury his face on your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses on your skin as his chest pressed against your back. His hand released your waist to squeeze at your bouncing breasts, “Pretty,” he murmured into your ear as he squeezed your tits again.

His thrusts became sloppy as you neared your organism, he could feel the way your pussy began to throb and it was sending him on a frenzy. When your sweet nectar came around his cock, coating him wet and making sinful squelching sounds, he couldn’t hold himself back and he slammed his hips against your ass and came deep inside you. His dick throbbed as he shot his rope of white cum inside your pussy.

His cock softened but he didn’t move, both you were left panting and trying to catch your breath. Your bodies sweaty as the room smelled of sex. When he pulled out of you, you brought your hand down to your cunt to collect his cum and put it back inside, he groaned at the sight that he just watched and he couldn’t believe he just came inside you.

“Aren’t you going to clean me up?” you asked and he got snapped out of his thoughts. He quickly nodded and got off the bed, “Yes–hold on.”

He went into the bathroom and got a wet towel, then he came back into the room and cleaned you of his cum. After discarding the towel, he joined you on the bed and cuddled you.

I’m gonna go through a withdrawal if the new game doesn’t have Helena or Claire PLEASE😭 CAPCOMMMMM I BEG OF YOU

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Summary: You were Leon’s partner in Spain, belong to rescue the president’s daughter. But it all goes wrong when Leon and Ashley get infected and you had to confront Lord Saddler while also save Leon and Ashley.

Warning: fight scenes. supposed to be unsettling and more accurate (I think I got cooked ngl). There is no romance or smut, this is simply for the October people who like a little bit of uneasiness.

A/N: to my professor that makes everything about religion and gets mad at me for countering his arguments THIS ONE’S FOR U HOE🖕 (yes I’m petty and what about it)

“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.” —Animal Farm, George Orwell

Pure. Pure. Pure.

The mind is a pure soul that gets tainted by those who refuse. Lord Saddler, in his mind, blesses the impure and turns them pure with his sacred gift. Las Plagas.

Millions of lives were lost to his cause, declaring that he is the one true God that will bring peace to the tainted world and will cleanse the evil out.

When Leon got sent to retrieve Ashley back from Spain, he definitely didn’t expect to meet such obscure and horrific situation. Zombified people, immortal aristocrats, and a bald guy who thinks he’s god. If you were to tell him before he went to Spain about what he’ll encounter, Leon would’ve scoffed and say that you were being dramatic.

But no. It wasn’t dramatic. It was the truth.

You stood behind Leon as he held his hand in front of him, trying to disarm Ashley. Both Ashley and Leon got infected with Las Plagas and Lord Saddler had wanted Ashley to kill Leon and submit to the virus.

You stood behind Leon, the room dimly lit as Leon’s arm was covered in dark veins, an indication that Leon had also received the same “gift.” Ashley stood in front of him, gun in hand and readily aimed at Leon but before she could follow through Saddler’s commands, you jump right in by taking Leon’s shoulder and pulling him back until you were in front.

“Damn you, Lord Saddler,” you said through gritted teeth. You’ve about had enough of this, you’re tired and you’re over Saddler’s shit, “Enough with your shit already!”

But Lord Saddler does not budge. The ends of his chapped lips curl up into a frightful smirk, revealing his yellow and decaying teeth, “My friend, I cannot give you my sacrificial lamb. The girl is vital for our faith.”

“Faith? You call all of this fate?!” You retaliated, anger cursing through your veins as Ashley grunts in attempts to resist Lord Saddler’s commands, same with Leon holding back behind you.

“Yes,” Lord Saddler continued, pacing left and right along with his staff and cloak as he spoke, “We believe in a better world and with this gift, we can achieve anything so long as we get our Holy Body.”

You scoff, “Holy Body? She’s just a girl! You’re robbing her of her own life, how does that relate to faith?”

“You may not understand now but you will soon once we give you the gift as well like your friend Mr. Kennedy,” Lord Saddler said as he pointed at Leon, eyes sunken with darkness as he glared at Saddler. Leon tries hard to resist and remains still, not wanting to succumb to his subordination.

“I’m… sorry,” Ashley whispered as best as she could before she pulled the trigger but terribly missed, or luckily. Once the sound of the bullet rang, you took that as your cue to intervene.

You quickly take Ashley’s arm and pull her towards you before throwing her behind you towards Leon, who manages to break from Lord Saddler’s control and catches her. With Ashley now safe, you take out your own gun and start shooting at Saddler while two summoners stood beside him.

The summoners began to make their way towards you, summoning Plagas and commanding them with psychotic influence but you were quick. You shot them in the head, their bodies falling limp on the floor as their lamps go out and the plagas die on the floor. Saddler stood there, seemingly unimpressed since he believed he still had control over Ashley and Leon behind you.

Which is exactly what he did. With his psychic abilities, Saddler commanded both Leon and Ashley to attack you.

“Let’s see how well of a person you are,” Saddler taunted as Ashley, against her will, stood straight in front of you with her hands fisted and ready to fight. Leon, however, had taken out his combat knife from his sheath. They stood in front of you, ready to attack while their faces were hard—they didn’t want to attack you.

“Make it stop!” Ashley yelled in agony as she attempted to swing at you but you dodged to the side, putting a hand behind her back to push her away while Leon tried to lunge at you with the knife to which you kicked his knee and watched him fall to the ground on one knee.

“Give in children!” Lord Saddler exclaimed, “Become one with the divine providence bestowed to us! I shall be your new God!”

You grunted as you were about to lunge towards Lord Saddler, only for him to use his psychic influence to make both Leon and Ashley hold you down by the arms, “You really think you’re a god, don’t you? You’re not a savior, you’re a monster!”

Lord Saddler stares down at you as he commanded Leon and Ashley to force you to kneel before him, “Monster? No, Y/L/N, I’m a force of nature. This gift—this power—it's meant to change everything.”

“Change? You mean turning people into mindless zombies? That’s not change, that’s destruction!” You yelled back, frustrated at the deluded man.

“It’s evolution! I’m giving them a chance to transcend their weaknesses. They’ll be stronger, united.”

“United? They lose their free will! You’re not uniting anyone, you’re enslaving them! How is that moral?” You narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he slowly walked towards you, “Morality is subjective! I see the bigger picture. Humanity is flawed, and I’m offering a solution.”

“A solution that comes with death and suffering! You’re preying on their fears, not saving them,” your words cut deep but they fell on deaf ears.

“You don’t understand the power of this gift,” Lord Saddler said as he stood in front of your kneeling form, “It’s not just about control, it’s about liberation from the mundane!”

“Liberation? You’re just using your power to play god! You’re hurting people. That’s evil.”

“Evil is a construct. They’ll thank me one day when they see the world as it truly is.”

“Thank you?!” You scoffed humorlessly, “They won’t be able to think or feel! You’re taking away their humanity!”

Lord Saddler scowled down at you, his eyes narrowing and his grip on his staff tightening, “And what has their humanity brought them? War, suffering, chaos. I’m offering a way out!”

“By making them into monsters? You’re deluded if you think this is for their good,” you tugged at your arms, attempting to break free from Ashley’s and Leon’s grasp, but to no avail. Saddler was making them hold you tight. A small smirk reached Lord Saddler’s lips, “Deluded?” He repeated.

“I’m the only one with the vision to see beyond the present. I can create a new world!” He leaned down towards you, grasping your jaw in his hands. You tried to move your head away but his grip was tight, “A world built on fear and loss. You’re not a creator, you’re a destroyer.”

He chuckled amusedly, “You’re scared, Y/L/N. You can’t see the potential. Join me, and together we could change everything!”

“You cling to outdated notions of morality while I forge a new path,” he continued, “Fight all you want, but in the end, I will prevail. This is evolution, and it’s already begun.”

“Not if I can’t help it,” you muttered before you harshly pushed Leon and Ashley behind you, both of them grunting in pain as they stutmbled backwards and you swung at Lord Saddler but he was quick. He quickly disappeared, his superhuman speed allowed him to move backwards and away from your target range. He was too quick.

“Come now, Ashley and Leon,” he said to them. The two of them tried to not walk towards Saddler, resisting against Lord Saddler’s command. This only made him angry, “Follow me you feeble humans!”

This was your chance while Lord Saddler was distracted, you took the gun that was dropped on the floor and shot Lord Saddler but he escaped before he could get hurt. As he escaped, his influence on Leon and Ashley disappeared and the two collapsed on the floor. You quickly went to check over them, making sure they were still breathing. Las Plaga was spreading fast and you needed to take them to the Laboratory Luis had mentioned earlier.

“Hang in there,” you muttered as you put Leon’s arms over your shoulders and an arm around Ashley’s waist. It would be hard work but you were determined to help the two of them throughout the castle. It couldn’t be that far, right?

-

Both Leon and Ashley got treated in the underground laboratory. Now, as Ashley stood on the sidelines by a cliff, it was time to face Lord Saddler’s horrific form. You and Leon were initially fighting but he only seemed to eat the bullet that penetrated his skin. It wasn’t until Ada showed up and helped.

Lord Saddler’s disgusting and slimy body attempted to swipe at you and Leon, barely dodging by a hair’s breadth. This was a tough fight but when Ada threw Leon a grenade launcher, it was checkmate. As Lord Saddler began to die, you ran towards Ashley to check on her while Ada took the sample.

A lot happened but now you were happy to go home, even if meant doubting yourself on your beliefs thanks to Saddler’s words.

After Ashley had been returned and you and Leon went back to headquarters to write a report, you couldn’t help but be a bit distracted.

Was Saddler doing the right thing by wanting to forge a new path without war? How nice it would be to live in a peaceful society—no, don’t think like that. Lord Saddler killed millions of innocent people and turned them against you and Leon during your mission.

“Hey,” a voice suddenly rang out and a hand shook your shoulder. It was Leon, “You okay?” He asked quietly, sitting in front of you on the other couch since you two were in the break room.

You nodded, rubbing your face with your hand as you sighed, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“Hm,” Leon hummed quietly as he observed you in silence. The mission had taken a toll on the two of you, it was surprising how you weren’t losing your head already, “That guy—Lord Saddler—he’s… I’ve never seen anything like him,” Leon muttered.

“You and me both. I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit in my life but never have I thought that we’d fight against a god wannabe. Should’ve known we’d find lunatics in the middle of nowhere in Spain,” you replied and looked back at him. The ends of his lips slightly curled into a small smirk, very faintly, “A little heads up would’ve been nice, yeah.”

Silence overtook you both once again but it wasn’t uncomfortable. So much happened in the mission and yet you two understood each other very well, “Wanna grab drinks later?” He asked bluntly.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds in silence before you shrugged your shoulders and nodded, “Fuck it, why not,” you muttered, mimicking a faint smirk on your lips like his.

Later that evening, as you and Leon went to grab drinks at a bar to forget about the mission, the thought still lingered in the back of your mind.

Lord Saddler had wanted to create a peaceful empire with Las Plaga, but what difference does he have by using destructive means when countries do the same thing under the pretext of saving humanity? Is the pretext of religion simply a way to pursue all means necessary to establish peace and combat threats like how you and Leon did?

Upon reaching the end of the night, bidding other bar customers that you knew, Lord Saddler’s face keeps haunting you. Taunting you with your thoughts as you could almost hear his voice, "When you acquired this power, you too will understand."

You swore you heard his voice but as you turned around before you could leave, he wasn’t there. It was just normal people drinking the night away. Goosebumps crawled up your arms and a shiver ran down your spine, but you brushed it off and walked out with Leon.

The presence of Lord Saddler only seemingly taken a following to you, feeling the touch of his sharp nails drag along your skin, feeling the coldness of his fingers as his voice continued whispering in your ear—forcing you to doubt yourself and spiral into a mania of paranoia.

Unbeknownst to you, his remnants lives in your brain. The voice commanding you to spiral into a haze of delusional and self-doubt.

Self claimed god versus reader

Reader fights lord saddler after Leon and Ashley pass out from las plagas and reader confronts lord saddler, learning about the plans he has to take over the world.

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Summary: Leon, a mafia boss whose empire dominates all casinos on the west coast, meets a young girl amidst a game of poker. What would happen if he threw all his chips and gambled his love for you?

Warning: Mafia!Boss!Leon x Female!Reader. Eventual smut. SMUT. Praise. Creampie. Slow burn. Romantic. Leon is a gentleman. Characters are 21+ (plot wise). Researched topics. Mentions of violence. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 5,167

A/N: someone tried to hack my account😭

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“I knew you in another life, you had that same look in your eyes. I love you, don't act so surprised,” - Birds of a feather, Billie Eilish

Days passed and your presence had suddenly quieted down. You wouldn’t return his phone calls and it was as if you had gone MIA. Something wasn’t right.

What Leon didn’t know, it was that you had been kidnapped in your own home one night. A man broke into your house and drugged you until you were unconscious, right before retrieving your body away.

There were no traces left behind but there was only one person that could’ve done this. The Suit.

Leon was in the middle of discussing something with his men when his phone rang.

He took it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID, expecting to see your name, but instead, he was met with an unknown number. He felt his heart skip a beat, something wasn't right.

He stepped outside, away from his men and answered the call, "Who is this?" He asked, his voice cold and unwavering.

“Leon!” It was your voice on the other line, crying and screaming, “Please! Help me!”

“Ah, Leon Kennedy,” another man chimed in. The Suit. He chuckled darkly, the sound low and sinister, “I hope you don’t mind I took something of yours. She’s really pretty too…”

He laughed again and you kept crying in the background, begging and pleading to be set free, “Silence her, she’s giving me a headache,” The Suit said and some men taped your mouth shut.

Leon’s blood ran cold as he heard your voice on the phone, crying and pleading for him to help. And that chuckle, that distinct low tone of The Suit.

"If you touched her, I swear-" Leon’s voice was low and dangerous, his grip on the phone tightening.

He listened to you struggling, crying, begging, and it took every ounce of his self control not to burst into a million pieces. His knuckles were white from how hard his was gripping the phone.

The Suit laughed again at Leon’s words, “Touch her? You make me sound like a monster, I thought you knew better, hm?” His tone was condescending and mocking.

“This is how it’s going to go if you want your little girlfriend to stay in one piece,” he spoke darkly, “Simply come to the location I’ll send. Alone. If you show up with men, I will not hesitate to shoot her…”

“Not before having my fun with her,” even though Leon couldn’t see, The Suit was smirking. His tone was dangerous and yet amused.

Leon’s heart felt like it was being torn out of his chest. The sound of the bastard's voice mocking him, threatening you, brought a fury in his eyes that even hell would fear.

"You bastard," Leon growled, gripping the phone so tightly, he was surprised it didn’t break, "If you even think you can lay a hand on her-"

He was interrupted by a low chuckle from The Suit on the other side. "You know very well what I’m capable of. If you care for her, you’ll come to the location I tell you to. Alone."

The line disconnected after that. There was no room for arguments, it was either he obeyed or you’d be in danger, more than you already was.

You kept crying and shaking, you were tied to a chair. Your legs were tied to the legs of the chair as your wrists were tied down to the armrests. You couldn’t move and you couldn’t speak.

When Leon had finally arrived at the place The Suit had told him to go, the place was seemingly abandoned and alone. Leon entered the abandoned building, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

His heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew this was a trap, that The Suit wanted to get to him, but he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was finding you, making sure you were okay.

The sound of your faint cries sent a pang through his chest. He followed the sound, his heart clenching at the thought of what The Suit could be doing to you.

When you saw Leon, your eyes filled with more tears and you tugged at your confined arms, wanting to desperately try and reach for him.

Leon saw you there, bound to the chair, tears streaming down your face. His heart clenched at the sight of you, so vulnerable, so scared.

He rushed to your side, crouched down in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes. “Hey, hey,” he said, his voice gentle, “It’s going to be okay. I’m here now. You’re safe.”

Leon's heart broke at the sight of you crying, terrified and helpless. He knew he had to get that tape off your mouth, he had to hear your voice.

He gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears, "I'm gonna take this tape off, okay? Just stay still for me," he said, his voice gentle yet firm.

With care, he began to slowly remove the tape from your mouth, trying to make the process as painless as possible. The tape didn’t hurt, it was very wet from your tears. You cried for a long time. When the tape was off, you looked down at him and whispered hoarsely, “I’m so scared.”

“They came one night and broke into my house, a-and then a man came from behind me and I-I don’t remember what happened but I woke up here and—“ you were whispering but your voice would break every now and then.

Leon listened to you, his heart breaking with each shaky word you spoke. The thought of someone breaking into your house, scaring you, hurting you brought a wave of anger through him. He wanted to find The Suit and make him pay.

But he pushed those thoughts aside, for now, you needed him. You needed him to comfort you, to protect you, to be there with you. He gently cupped your face in his hands once again.

"Hey, hey, shhh, it's going to be alright," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing.

You leaned into his hands as he cupped your face, his touch was gentle and for a moment you felt so safe. That was until the sound of a man echoed through the room, The Suit. The Suit was a tall man, more on the lean side compared to Leon. He had short dark hair with an overgrown stubble.

“Well, isn’t this all so romantic?” He said mockingly, “The knight in shining rescuing the damsel in distress. You really have become very unpredictable, Leon.”

Leon's back tensed as The Suit spoke. He had been so focused on you, making sure you were alright, that he had lost focus on his surroundings. He had underestimated The Suit, and it was a mistake.

The Suit stood right behind Leon’s crouching form, staring down at Leon’s back with an amused smirk, “I didn’t know you were even capable of loving. Doesn’t she know that you’re one of the country’s most notorious mafia boss?” You furrowed your brows together and looked down at Leon confused, he was in the mafia?

He felt your gaze on him, your confusion at The Suit's words. Leon clenched his jaw and looked up at The Suit, his expression cold and stoic.

"She doesn't need to know," Leon's voice was low, a hint of warning in his tone.

The Suit simply chuckled and walked over to stand behind you, staring at Leon, “She doesn’t?” He repeated in an amused tone. One of his hands then took a strand of your hair and twirled it around his finger.

“She does now,” he added mischievously with a menacing grin, “You see, little lady, the man in front of you hasn’t been all honest with you.”

He let go of your hair and stood right in front of Leon, “He’s a mafia boss who kills people and commits crimes left and right,” then he turned to look at you, “Don’t tell me you still love him,” he said mockingly.

Leon's gaze darkened. "Don't listen to him," Leon said, his voice low and dangerous. He didn't want you to know about his life, about his secrets. He didn't want you to get involved in his dark world.

The Suit let out a loud laugh, “Ha! You’ve changed Leon,” he commented as he backed away from you and walked to a table.

“Love makes people act like fools,” The Suit said as he began to walk back towards Leon, “Are you a fool Leon?” He asked rhetorically.

Leon's fists clenched as The Suit spoke, his words and laughter like nails on a chalkboard. He hated the way The Suit mocked them, trying to drive a wedge between them.

Leon's gaze darkened as he looked up at the man in front of them, "I'd do anything to protect her," he said, his voice low and defiant.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” The Suit chuckled and shook his head, “And you, woman?” He said as he turned his head to look at him, to which you grew scared.

“You’d let your little boyfriend protect you and rescue you again and again and again?” He whispered, “Do you seriously believe you’ll survive by being in his world? You’re weak.”

Leon's heart ached as The Suit began to speak to you, his words trying to sow seeds of doubt. Leon's hands balled into fists again, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was clenching them.

"Don't listen to him," Leon repeated, his voice louder and more urgent. "You're not weak, you're strong. I will always protect you."

He turned his gaze to The Suit, his expression cold and determined. "She's not weak, unlike you," he said, his voice a steely growl. You looked at Leon, his words sounded genuine and it seemed to have calmed you down a bit. But The Suit took offense to Leon’s words as his face and demeanor changed—for the worse.

“You dare insinuate that this damned woman is stronger than me? Look at her crying like a pathetic little girl!” He then took a chunk of your hair and held it up, causing you to whimper and cry.

“Yeah,” he taunted you in a whisper, his lips close to your ear that you could feel them graze against the shell, “That’s right. Cry like a little bitch. That’s what all women know what to do, cry all the damn time, huh?”

Leon had enough of this man’s offensive behavior, he swiftly stood up and with speed, his balled fist made contact with The Suit’s cheek. The Suit stumbled backwards, letting go of your hair as he went to cup his stinging cheek before glaring at Leon.

“I won’t forget this, Kennedy,” he said before he walked towards a table, picking up a gun. It was a handgun, he aimed it at Leon and quickly tried to shoot him. Only for Leon to roll away before taking out his own gun.

“You coward!” The Suit yelled in a fit of rage. His ego was being stepped on and he didn’t like it at all. To be played by his long time enemy was like a crush to his pride after all the effort he’s been trying to make himself known.

Leon said nothing and started to shoot back at The Suit, who in a cowardly attempt, called for backup. His bodyguards suddenly entered the space and surrounded the walls, guns at the ready. In any other case, this would’ve been the end to it all. But this was Leon and he doesn’t go down without a fight.

“Cute,” he muttered, “You don’t think I’ve known about your little trap?” He said to The Suit.

“No doubt about it. You seem smart enough to understand that I could ambush you and yet you’re still here,” The Suit replied.

“And you seem smart enough to know that I also don’t listen to rules,” as Leon said this, his own men barged into the room by breaking down the door. He never goes to places alone, this he knew to follow.

The Suit, for the first time, felt a hint of fear. This was something he knew all too well. This was a battle that he couldn't avoid. He’s messed around and he’s about to find out.

It all happened so fast—almost like a James Bond movie in which there is a montage of men fighting and shooting each other with badass music playing in the background. But none of that will be here. There is no System of a Down playing.

At the first sound of a gunshot, a domino effect happened and shots rang all around. Leon, in concern, ran towards you and pulled you down to the floor still on the chair. As his men defended him, he began to cut through the ties that bound you to the chair, “Cover your ears,” he whispered in your ear. Your hands moved to your ears and watched as Leon took defense over you and began to shoot at The Suit’s men.

The Suit made an escape through the back door, thinking no one would follow him as he avoided the fight. Leon, however, wasn’t dumb and he had his eyes on him. He felt a sudden wave of anger and he ran after The Suit.

As The Suit climbed up the stairs of the staircase he had run into, Leon followed closely behind attempting to shoot him with his handgun but The Suit dodged left and right as he ran up the stairs. When he pushed past the exit door, The Suit was met with a gush of wind blowing at him as he had made it to the rooftop. Essentially it was a deadend.

“You’ve been nothing but a thorn,” Leon said as he had made it to the rooftop not long after The Suit, “I’ve had enough of your games. Not only did you kill my associate–I know you have–but you also brought an innocent person into this?!”

The Suit chuckled, “I didn’t. You did. You were the one pining after her and bringing her into your chaos, I only showed her the truth that you were keeping from her.”

“That was something I should do, it wasn’t your business to meddle with!”

“Really?” The Suit smirked, “There is one thing you seemed to have forgotten about the mafia, Leon,” he said as he stepped closer to Leon, “The mafia doesn’t care about privacy. When you decided to join, you gave away your life,” he muttered lowly.

This angered Leon, “You’re right. I did give my life to this. But I’m not the idiot that’s about to give it away permanently.”

Leon brought his handgun to The Suit’s chest and without sparing a second, his finger curled on the trigger and pulled it back. The sound of a gunshot echoing in the night sky as the bullet went through The Suit’s chest. His body froze for a second and his breath hitched, The Suit looked down at his now bleeding chest, realizing what Leon had done.

“You…” The Suit whispered before he stumbled back and slipped off the edge of the rooftop. The building was seven stories tall and with his wounded chest, it was sure that he wouldn’t survive the fall. Leon went ahead to watch as The Suit’s body made contact with the street floor, a crack and a puddle of blood already forming around his body.

“You never insult my girl,” Leon muttered under his breath, not caring about The Suit’s fate.

When Leon went back to check on you and his men, there were bodies and blood everywhere. It looked like a massacre. His eyes hastily searched for you and when he saw you with a blanket around your body as you sat on the floor, he rushed towards him.

His men had won, now cleaning the area to avoid the police. He crouched in front of you, “Are you okay?” he whispered. You nodded your head and looked at him. He knew you were shocked and most likely traumatized but he was willing to help you.

“I’m fine,” you whispered back, he sighed softly, his demeanor changing and his hard expression falling off his face. It was as if you were calming him with just your presence.

“I should’ve told you sooner but I didn’t want to scare you off. It wasn’t the right time and I would’ve liked to take you on more dates and give you everything you wanted and–” his rambling got caught off when you suddenly leaned towards him and kissed him, silencing him. He was shocked and for a moment, he held his breath. When you pulled back, his ears were a deep shade of red and his lips were parted with shock.

“I… know,” you muttered, “I know. I should've been scared and should’ve run off but I just couldn’t when all you’ve done was be so kind to me.”

Leon could only stare at you, his eyes staring deeply into yours, “You know I’d never even think about hurting you, much less have some scumbag touch you. I’ll protect you with my life, I’ll give you my everything. My money, my house, my car–take it all…but don’t leave me,” he whispered. For the first time, he was being vulnerable. His walls crumbled down because of you, you made him feel something he has never felt before, something that he couldn’t put into words.

His hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin just right under your eye, “Allow me,” he muttered before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes closed as you felt his lips, melting under his touch and you soon found yourself kissing him back. Pushing your head forward as your hands wrapped around his forearms, wanting to keep him in place right in front of you.

-

The days passed by like a breeze. The Suit’s organization crumbled after his death and Leon fought for his territory, expanding his empire even more. But, amidst these events, he never forgot to take care of you. He wanted you to move into his mansion where you’d be more protected. He took you out on dates, the ones he promised to take you on. His goal was to make you happy, to keep a smile on your face. He’s bought you gifts and his heart swelled every time you flusteredly accepted. That man was head over heels for you, you got him hooked.

“Do you want to go out today?” He asked as he turned to look at you, you who was sitting on the edge of his bed. Although you moved in, you wanted to sleep in your own bed so as to not burden him and keep your privacy. He happily obliged despite wanting to share everything with you.

You shook your head ‘no’ at him, “No,I kind of just want to stay in and have a lazy night.”

He hummed and nodded, loosening his tie before rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms, “We can do that,” he said in a warm voice. You couldn’t help the slight heartbeat that skipped in your chest when you saw him like that. Something about the casually lazy look made him look even more handsome.

He went up to you and pecked your lips in a short but loving kiss, “You’re so cute,” he whispered against your lips. It didn’t take long for you to start kissing him back, your lips demanding longer kisses.

Your hands pulled his tie so he can come closer to you, your back on the bed as he gently climbed on top of you and put his hands on either side of your head to cage you in. His lips continued kissing yours, nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue met the inside of your mouth.

A quiet moan vibrated from you to him, feeling like your heart’s about to burst out of your chest. Your hands softly pressed against his chest as you pushed him back a bit, staring into his eyes. No words needed to be spoken, tonight was the night the two of you would take a step further into the relationship.

“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered, “Let me show you how much you mean to me. Let me be yours.”

All you could do was nod, his words and his behavior all led to one thing; he felt the same about you. His lips began to attack your neck, sucking and nipping the skin at the crook of your neck as his hands lowered down to your chest. He slid his hands under your shirt, fingers itching to touch your breasts. His big hands gently and tenderly squeezed your breasts, letting a quiet growl against your neck as he relished in the feeling of your skin on his hands.

It didn’t matter if you wore a bra or not, he still loved them.

His hands then slipped lower your abdomen and into the waistband of your pants before he put one hand right between your legs. The palm of his hand pressed against your crotch area while his fingers pressed against your clothed needy cunt, earning a soft gasp from you. This brought a small smirk to his face, watching the way your eyes closed tightly and you subconsciously bit your lower lip. He loved it all.

He slid his hand under your pants and under your panties, hand itching to touch you. Upon reaching your folds, he nearly moaned when he felt how wet they were already. He brought his hand out for just a second as he sniffed his fingers and then licked them, tasting your glistening folds and his eyes rolled back.

And then he brought his hand under your panties again. His eyes remained fixed on your face as he slowly rubbed your clit with his thumb as his index finger tested the waters of gently pressing the pad of his fingertip between your lips.

When he saw how needy you were and how you bucked your hips into his hand, he inserted the index finger slowly into your cunt. As you moaned breathlessly and he groaned quietly, he felt your walls be so tight against his finger and his thoughts ran wild with the need to put his cock inside you.

“Let me warm you up, pretty girl,” he whispered as he then inserted his middle finger. Now fingering with two fingers, he knew you could take it, he’s being so slow and gentle.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he murmured against your ear as his fingers curled inside you, “Doing so good for me. My pretty girl. You look so beautiful like this.”

His other hand gently took your shirt off, wanting to see your chest once again. He dipped his head down and wrapped one breast with his mouth, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. Your back arched, his fingers and his mouth setting your body ablaze with ecstasy.

“More,” you muttered. You felt him smirk against the other breast since he believed in treating both equally as something delicious.

“Very well, princess,” he hums quietly before he pulled his fingers out of you and sat on his knees. He slowly took his tie off and unbuttoned hit shirt, revealing the sculpted chest he had. Stretch marks adorned his pecs from gaining and losing weight, his highs and lows being portrayed in his body. A trail of hair leading down his V-line, scars added to his allure. It was as he was personally made from heaven.

He wasn’t an insecure man, he knew he was good looking but it still seemed to shock him the effect he had on you. The ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly as he watched you practically drool for him. His hands, after taking off his shirt, went to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants before throwing them somewhere.

You didn’t hesitate either, your clothes were off save for your panties and he appreciated the fact you wanted him to take off your underwear and open you like a gift. Except that you weren’t a gift, you were a blessing in his eyes.

“May I?” He asked quietly as his finger curled against the waistband of your panties. You nodded and he slowly took the last article of clothing off you.

He didn’t say anything and just remained there staring deeply down at you. His eyes roamed over every detail about your body, wanting to keep this memory of your first night together forever.

The words died in his throat but the look he had said more than the dictionary could.

He began to pull his boxers down to reveal his aching and hard cock, pink at the tip with precum. His eyes never left yours as he wrapped his hand around his cock and rubbed the precum down his length to lubricate it. It wasn’t that you weren’t wet enough, he just didn’t want to hurt you.

“Ready?” He whispered and looked at you as he settled between your legs. The back of your thighs pressed against his thighs as his tip grazed against your wet pussy. His hands ran down your thighs to soothe you as you nodded, “Yes. I’m ready.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he took hold of his cock and slowly pressed himself inside you, moving deeper and deeper until his pelvic area made contact with your body.

A whimper escaped your lips and he groaned at the feeling of being inside you. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever imagined, it was better.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured as he leaned down next to your ear, his hands searching for yours as he pressed you deeper against the bed. His fingers intertwined with yours as he slowly moved his hips back before pushing back in, causing you to moan once again.

For him, this was good. The way your eyes closed, the way you nibbled on your bottom lip, and the way you gripped his hands—he’s making you feel good and that’s all he’s ever wanted to do.

His pace was slow at first, wanting you to get used to his size before he could speed up. As he did so, he whispered sweet things into your ear.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Look at you, taking me in so well.”

“I am so lucky to have you.”

As he praised you, he slowly began to increase the speed of his thrusts. Each other becoming slightly harder and deeper than the last. Then, he let go of your hands and brought them under your knees as he lifted your legs up to rest them on his shoulders—bringing you closer to him as possible.

He grunted and groaned at the new angle he had you in, he wrapped his arms around your body, bringing you against his chest as he essentially got you in this weird position with your legs over his shoulders. Who knew you were that flexible.

“Leon,” you moaned against his shoulder, gently biting his skin. He knew you were close and he wanted to bring you closer, si he unwrapped one arm and brought his hand back down and began to circle your clit with this thumb.

He marveled as he watched your back arch again, moans spilling out from you, he’d almost forgot how good he felt too until he felt you start clenching around him. His eyes rolled back but he didn’t stop. He continued rubbing your clit at the same pace but his hips began to move faster as he started to get lost in the sensation of your body.

“Cum for me,” he muttered, “Please, I need to see how pretty you are when you cum.”

It was a psychological thing, you swore. His words probably did more than his actions and when you suddenly hugged him tightly—your moans coming out muffled—he felt you tighten around him and cum on his cock. He nearly came right then and there.

“That’s it, good job, baby,” he praised in a quiet tone, “You did so well for me.”

He gently stopped rubbing your clit and caressed your head as he kept you against his chest while he thrusted in you. Not soon after, he came inside you. His hot load of cum shooting ropes of white inside you, claiming you in the most intimate way.

His breath was labored and he slowly loosened his embrace and let you lay back against the bed with ease. He carefully put your legs down, no longer on his shoulders. A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath.

He liked this look on you, a look that only he can give you at the moment. It made his heart swell. He gently pulled out of you, watching as his cum started to leak out of you but he didn’t let it fall on the bed as he curled his finger and collected the drop of semen.

“I’ll go clean you up, don’t move,” he said in a firm but gentle voice as he stood up and got off the bed before making his way to the bathroom where he got a warm towel. He gently pressed it between your legs and wiped as carefully as possible to avoid making you uncomfortable.

Once he was done, he picked up your clothes from the floor and helped you get dressed into a new set of pajamas. Ones that knew would feel so comfortable after everything that’s happened. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead, “You did so well, now rest, dear,” he whispered before he began to get dressed himself.

You could only nod, feeling a bit bad that he’s taking care of you and not the other way around. But knowing him, he’ll probably reprimand you for working too hard. He really cares about you.

Minutes later he joined you in his bed, wrapped his arms around you and bringing closer to his chest to cuddle. Your arms wrapped around his chest as both your legs tangled under the covers. It was comforting and he was warm. Warm enough that you almost fell asleep.

“I love you,” you muttered. That was the first time he’s ever heard you say those words. It made his heart skip a beat and a smile reached his lips.

“I love you just as much more as I possibly could,” he muttered back before kissing the crown of your head and hugged you tighter.

He closed his eyes around the same time you did, and you both fell asleep in each others arms.

You had been Leon’s enemy for as long as you can remember. Always interfering with his missions and getting in his way as you both searched for the same objective.

But something went wrong during a fight in which you two fought against a B.O.W. As the creature was about to fall dead, in its last moment’s it stabs its tentacle into your abdomen before pulling back and falling limp to the floor dead.

“Ha, take that you son of a bitch,” Leon says in victory right before he here’s a thump behind him. He turns around and finds your body lying on the ground with a pool of blood surrounding you. He immediately runs over to you, falling to his knees as he picks you and rests your head against his thigh, “Y/n? Y/n!”

“It… hurts,” you muttered as your hand gripped your wound to apply pressure but it was futile, you haven’t stopped bleeding. He puts a hand on top of your hand to press more against the wound to stop the flow, “I’m right here. Don’t close your eyes, listen to my voice. You’ll be okay,” he tried to sound calm but the nerves of potentially losing someone put him on edge.

“Leon,” you tried to catch his attention, your eyes brimming with tears as your hand weakly wraps around his wrist to stop him, “I don’t want to die—please—I’m scared.”

He freezes, he’s never heard you admit your fears. He’s always thought of you as someone strong and confident but now as he saw you, he felt his heart drop, his own eyes burning with the all too familiar sensation of tears.

“Dammit, Y/n, don’t say that. You’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it, I promise,” he whispered as he puts his other hand against your cheek, gently holding your head up so you wouldn’t choke on your own blood.

“Leon, I’m scared,” you repeated in a quiet and shaky voice. He saw your tears spilling from your eyes and the way you held his wrist so tightly, “I know I haven’t been the most amazing person in the world but I don’t want to die. I’m sorry, please, save me. I don’t want to die. Please, Leon, I beg you.”

It broke him. It shattered him. He’s always blamed himself for not being able to save people and he couldn’t even save his own adversary despite the irritation and annoyance he felt around you. Leon is a good guy and even killing his enemies chipped at his heart.

He could only continue to wipe your tears and soothe you but he was also breaking.

But as your voice slowly came to a deafening silence, his eyes widened and he shook you, “Y/n?” He muttered in fear.

It was only then he felt your hand fall from his wrist lifelessly. He immediately couldn’t control himself anymore and he cried. He held your body towards him, almost as if with his body heat, you’ll come back to him.

You’ll come back as his enemy and he’ll be able to relive your battles together.

But that was far from the truth. You were gone. And you took a part of him with you.