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OVERVIEW: Leon stands with his feet in the snow, reminiscing on old times, until the high yelp of a puppy brings him back to his senses...

TAGS/WARNINGS: fluff and angst in a weird n wacky way, lil bit depressing, not really any warnings tbh.

EXTRA: guys im sorry this is so so bad its so rushed but i feel like i haven't posted anything in ages, there's a smut fic otw so just take this pile of slop for now cheers :p not really proofread either pls dont mind that. this is basically just leon's inner thoughts in a way. it's my first time writing anything but smut so please bare with me. (credit to cafekitsune for the dividers!!)

WORD COUNT: 701

Snowflakes hit his skin so delicately, so fragile that they melted before they could lay out their patterns on his cheek, leaving behind an icy trail that dripped down to his jawline. He was quick to wipe away the chilly sensation, replacing it with the warmth of his gloved hand and chuckling softly to himself. He was never good with the cold, evident in the current outfit he had thrown on. Layers upon layers to protect him from the bitter bite of Winter, gloves and a scarf around his neck that bunched up to rest just beneath his chin.

He felt like a child again.

“Stay still, baby, I don’t want you catching a cold, they say it makes your nose turn red.” His mother teased as she weaved a scarf around his head, the scarf way too thick to keep only his neck warm. Her finger booped his nose gently, watching it scrunch up on his sweet face.

“Like Rudolph!” Leon beamed, his eyes sparkling just as the snowflakes did. The baby blue scarf nestled around him snug, his mother refusing to let even an inch of his skin feel the nip of the cold air outside. She looked down at him, all wrapped up and eager to frolic in the snow, such a happy child he once was.

Baby blue. It matched his eyes. His eyes, so full of innocence and hope, like lights in the dark, beacons through the shadows. 

Baby blue was the colour of his shirt beneath the navy uniform that fitted his body well. If only he could’ve shown it off in the right way, the way it was supposed to be. But blues slowly turned to reds, blood and dirt staining what was supposed to be a symbol of his dedication to the people. Instead, the people were imprinted on his body and mind forever.

The people were in the streets, but the streets weren’t bustling. The people were around, but there was no joy, no laughter, no life. Dead or undead, that’s all there was. The people Leon swore to protect, worked his way through the police academy to devote his care and security to, were nothing but bodies on the ground. Physically, at least. Mentally, they were scars. Not bad scars, not good scars, but they lingered. They left their mark on every last survivor that was lucky enough to escape the Hellhole that was Raccoon City.  They left their mark on the city, the country, the world, introducing the people of the planet to a living Hell, an inescapable Hell.

But Leon couldn’t let the negativity bring him down, not today. He swore to stay positive for the sake of Christmas, let himself enjoy the Christmas spirit, even if it was sort of alone. It lacked the joy of another human being.

It wasn’t foreign to him anymore, being alone. Leon knew that life wouldn’t get any better, dragging innocent lives down with him was cruel. Dealing with what comes his way alone was best for him, he believed.

But humans need companions, a friend by the side. They say a dog is a man’s best friend, and Leon could vouch for that.

Before, he couldn’t bear to be around dogs, not after Raccoon City. The sight of them snarling, baring their teeth before bellowing a bark. It frightened him, to say the least, brought back floods of painful memories from that night. But you can’t overcome your fears without facing them.

Here he was, clutching the dog lead in his hand while the puppy bounced and frolicked in the glistening snow, the same way he did as a kid. Listening to it crunch beneath his feet as he followed after the pup was something comparable to therapeutic. There were no barks, no snarling, and most definitely no blood shed. Just him and man’s best friend, his best friend. He held the lead tighter in his hand as he trailed after the paw prints left in the snow, spotting the baby blue collar around the pup’s neck in the distance.

Leon was content, for now, with the snow beneath his feet and the new aura of excitement and innocence that beamed from his dog. He felt just like a kid again.

If the residents weren’t evil ;;

For those who don't know, Lore.fm is an app that's advertised as "audible for AO3". It uses AI text-to-speech voices to read fics on an app completely separated from AO3 and creates a local copy of the fic audio on your device. It is stated to be non-profit.

1. It's opt-out not opt-in, that alone is a red flag and worthy of suspicion. The only way to not get your fic used without permission is to email them - it is unsafe and dubious to hand out personal email addresses to companies you don't know.

2. It takes engagement and agency away from the authors. Readers using this app don't even need to interact with the original AO3 post. Only a link is needed to generate the audio. An extension would've been significantly more ethical than an app.

3. Valid criticisms towards this project are labelled by the developer as "ableist and classist". Most devices and browsers already have FREE screen readers available. Especially for IOS (since this is mainly advertised for IOS), the existing built-in accessibility screen reader is very decent! I'd know cause I've been using it for more than a decade!

4. The developers show zero transparency. The devs listed for this app are also in a company that made an AI WRITING/STORYTELLING APP called Spinoff. The fact that this information is hidden on the appstore for Lore.fm tells me all that I need to know. This reddit comment provides the links if you want to dig a bit more. [link]

This whole thing pisses me off. Once again it shows that people don't respect and don't care about actual fic writers. I wish people would stop exploiting fanfiction authors under the guise of accessibility. Please think carefully if this is a company/project you'd want to support.

and at every step of the way, their devs have acted shady. guilt trip automated emails to people opting out, for one, but even their TOS is full of them denying responsibility for data leaks. this is going to end up getting fic writers shut down, because someone without the understanding that fanfiction and fanworks in general kind of need to be kept on the down-low, is going to convert a fic and put it on instagram. or youtube, monetize it, and then the authors/owners of whatever IP the fic is of are going to sue for copyright infringement.

and i don't have the trust that it won't end up impacting the person who wrote the fic in that eventuality.

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