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Chapter 26
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Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26 TBA
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Isekai Yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!OC
Chapter 6
❌18+ MDNI❌ ⚠️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat⚠️
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Chapter 6
❌18+ MDNI❌ ⚠️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat⚠️
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Leon Kennedy x Cultist Leader!Reader Dead Dove Smut
❌18+ MDNI❌ ⚠️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat⚠️
[Leon has never found himself in such a position. Usually, the horrible people he’s after turn into vile monsters by this point, and he has no choice but to kill them fast to not get killed. He has never been given the opportunity to pause and reflect on a fitting penalty for their crimes.]
hey friends, i bring you a new one shot today! please do read the tags, especially the ones in bold. enjoy! 💓
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CW: dead dove, non-con, sadism as 'justice', 3rd person pov fem!reader, humor if you squint, degradation, humiliation, physical abuse, face slapping, choking, hair pulling, light knife & blood play, spitting, deep throating, cum facial, cum swallowing, anal fingering, anal rape, blood during anal, spanking, light exhibitionism, corruption.
YGBO Leon in the upcoming mission chapters ✨ (there's no tuxedo mod, but this is close enough lmao)
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Chapter 24
thank you for all the love on 22.5 - Desecrated you guys, i did not expect so many people to read it, i appreciate you all 💙
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Your heels click on hardwood flooring with every pace around the warm-toned hotel room. The royal blue dress framing your body sways with every one of your frantic motions, every nervous step revealing your leg through the high slit of the skirt. No matter how much you try to calm yourself, nothing seems to work, and the gown, the shoes, the hair, and makeup, all serve to make you even more irritable from the sensory overload of black-tie attire.
Around you, three more agents are scattered about the quiet space, with Hunnigan sitting at the corner desk, her fingers busy gliding along keyboard buttons. She looks up at you from her spot, seeing you fiddle with the silver bracelet on your wrist that is actually a hidden microphone.
“Hey, sorry for the last minute call,” she gives you a kind smile.
You wave a dismissive hand, though the movement is stiff from your restlessness. “It's fine. I’m used to this.”
“If it's any consolation, we called Helena first, but she hasn't been cleared from a recent post-op recovery yet,” the brunette shifts in her seat, glancing at the two men fiddling with spyware equipment splayed on the cream duvet. “Since I know your last mission was quite heavy, I was hoping not to pair you with Kennedy again.”
“Yeah,” me too, you omit. “But I’ll be fine. It’s just an intel op, right?”
“Mhm. I’m just waiting for the man of the hour to show up already so I can give you both the debrief of what we got so far.”
As if on cue, there's a sudden, resounding knock, and one of the agents, a tall, bald man, stands off the bed to go to the door.
“Who is it?” he asks in a low baritone.
“Room service, bringing the seven towels you asked for.” The familiar voice on the other side makes a shiver run down your spine as he mutters the code words.
Without hesitation, the agent opens the door to reveal Leon, shoulders tense in a leather jacket and jeans, with a garment bag draped over his forearm. A split second later, his eyes land on you, and he feels his soul leave his body at the breathtaking sight of you—so beautiful, and so, so upset as you immediately look away with a locked jaw.
He knows he’s supposed to be the professional, intimidating agent during times of work, but the mere sight of you makes him feel so small he feels like he could shrivel up and die. It doesn't help that he just found out about being paired up with you precisely forty minutes ago, and that was not nearly enough time to ready himself.
“Martin. Hunnigan. Ferreira.” He greets the colleagues with a curt nod as he enters the room, shooting a small “hey” in your direction so as not to raise questions. No one expects him to greet you formally anyways.
As expected, you completely ignore him, and with an impossibly tight chest, he turns towards the only other woman in the room.
“I brought a tux like you asked.”
“Thank you, Leon. We didn't have time to get you one, so I appreciate you accommodating the mission,” Hunnigan answers with a grateful smile, before her tone turns professionally berating. “If you can go change in the bathroom now please, we have waited long enough.”
The dark blonde nods and follows her instructions without a word. He knows he has come in late, especially if you are already dressed and dolled-up waiting for him. But the horrible hangover and everything else going on in his mind have made the tasks of showering, shaving his overgrown stubble, and driving here feel like a herculean feat.
When the bathroom door clicks shut behind him, you finally let out the breath you were holding. Ever since he fled your apartment the day prior, like you had just turned into Sadako Yamamura through your confession, you have been feeling like shit to say the very least.
Your worst nightmare has come true. After a decade of hiding your feelings for self-preservation, the moment you felt brave enough to lay them out, you received a rejection like no other.
The worst part is you expected him to call, or even come back later—to talk things out or maybe to apologize. But you got nothing. Radio silence. All while you sobbed every tear in your body, to the point you became physically incapable of crying any longer. Your face is still puffy under the layers of concealer and blush adorning your features, and you're grateful for the way makeup masks your deplorable state, giving you a boost of much needed confidence.
When Leon steps back out, fiddling with his cufflinks, the sight makes you want to physically gag, because why does he have to look like that? Your stupid brain is not supposed to like the way the tuxedo accentuates his broad shoulders, slim waist, and long legs. It’s ridiculous how much he looks like a model, and you're growing sick of having to work with someone that constantly appears to be stepping out of a photoshoot.
You allow yourself half a second of indulgence then turn your gaze away before he can catch it. You then settle on the bench by the foot of the bed, crossing your arms stiffly and waiting for Hunnigan to begin the pre-brief.
“Alright,” she mutters as she turns her chair to face you both, then crosses her legs once in position. “As I’ve already explained on the phone, tonight you will be attending the annual Lasting Hope gala. It’s a gathering of the elite, naturally, and its intended purpose is as a fundraiser for cancer research. Now, it comes as no shocker to find out that's not quite what you’ll be doing tonight, as dressed up as you may be.”
As Hunnigan gestures to the both of you with a small smile, Leon can't help but steal a glance your way, just for him to instantly feel his heart stutter.
Goodness, you are stunning, and your stern expression is doing things to him that should not be happening. You are mad at him because he hurt you, nothing about that is sexy… And yet, the pursing of your lips makes him want to kiss the pout off them.
“After your previous mission involving Catriona Adams’ illegal BOW research,” Hunnigan continues, jolting him out of his thoughts, “we have come to find out more about the brain chips used in the injectors. As it turns out, the chips’ effectiveness was the true purpose of the studies she was conducting. And then, with further investigation and the BSAA’s help, we found another culprit: her husband, Marcus Adams.”
The brunette reaches for files on the desk beside her that she hands you and Leon, keeping a copy for herself.
“Marcus has been in contact with black market brokers for months now, trying to sell his product. You see, these chips aren’t what is usually inferred. They're not an electronic piece of equipment, but rather a biological matter that, once injected into the bloodstream, makes its way to the brain, and settles to bind with tissue. It then forms a clump—almost like a tumor—that remains dormant. Until, of course, it is detonated through specific sound frequencies that make it, well, explode.”
When hearing Hunnigan’s explanation, you recall the gruesome scene of when the tyrant, as well Adams’ mutated form suffered from exactly that affliction. You can still hear her monstrous shrieks ringing in your ears.
“There is one glaring difference here, though. The ‘chips’ used on the monsters were a lot more powerful, because they had to adapt to the durable nature of the creatures. But the chips we are dealing with tonight… They are meant for humans.”
There's a silence that falls on the room, and from the corner of your eye you can see Leon’s exasperated face—a look that screams ‘here we fucking go again.’
“If you turn to page 6 please,” Hunnigan murmurs as she turns the pages of the file in her hands and you do the same. “Here. As you can see, we have reliable intel that dictates these chips, or really bioweapons, are being manufactured for usage on people… Tonight will be a gathering of wealthy investors—people with shady business, along with the not so honorable guest of honor: none other than Marcus Adams. In other words, this man is trying to sell his illegal product to people who should not be buying it, and your job tonight is to gather as much intel about the situation as possible.”
“No interference,” Ferreira mutters from his seat on the edge of the bed, and Hunnigan nods.
“No interference. You will just observe, gather information about whether they come to an agreement, and then report back.” She pauses, closing the folder on her lap as she readjusts her glasses. “I understand that this is a sudden operation, but that is why we want our most competent agents on site. You two will be inside, collecting intel, and Martin and Ferreira will serve as your backup in case things go awry… But again, they should not go awry because like we said; no interference.”
With a deep inhale, Leon nods before slowly exhaling through his nose. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh, and before I forget!” Hunnigan suddenly stands and reaches for a bag on the coffee table. Rummaging inside, she pulls out a small black box, and flicks the lid open without delay.
Inside lie two rings, a silver band, and one with a sparkling stone. She hands you the one with the gem, and gives Leon the other, before stepping back with a smile.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Crawford.
Martin sits in the driver seat of the black SUV, with Ferreira in the passenger side. They fill the silence with low chatter, while you and Leon sit in the back in the most awkward car ride of your life. Every passing second in his presence makes your mind spiral, replaying the scene of his rejection over and over. And with each looping memory, you want to throw yourself out of the moving vehicle a little more.
He keeps his eyes on the passing road, his thumb nudging the newly acquired accessory on his ring finger. The feeling is foreign on his digit, but the cold metal has already warmed to the temperature of his skin, and the fact your own finger is claimed by a pairing ring, makes heat coil in his gut.
This isn't the first time he has put on the married man façade during a mission. In fact, it's usually the easiest undercover route to pick when with a partner, as it automatically explains coming and going together without raising eyebrows. People also tend to be more trusting of married couples, their commitment to each other inferring a certain kind of maturity, or even trustworthiness.
This is, however, the first time he has to pretend to be married to you. And thanks to his wonderful luck, it just had to happen at the worst possible time ever.
He tries not to let himself think of how much he wishes he was not pretending, but any attempts at dismissing the butterflies in his stomach fail miserably.
There is no way around it—he wants to be yours. He wants to tell you he feels the same, and that there's no one else out there for him. Because he's experienced and old enough to know you are everything he wants. No one comes even close. No one will ever come close. You own him body and soul, and he wants nothing more than for you to keep him forever.
His earlier conversation with Claire only managed to make him more desperate. The hesitation he was holding onto—the fear of hurting you or somehow ruining your life—has started to slowly chip away, and now his brain is going haywire. Maybe she is right. Maybe he deserves to be happy. Maybe he can make you happy too, or at least try. Even if you look like you want to be anywhere else but beside him in this car.
He just needs to tell you the truth about his feelings. Apologize—possibly on his hands and knees—and tell the truth.
If only he didn't have to finish this stupid mission first, then he would use Claire’s pep talk’s effects while they still last, and finally make things right.
“We’re here,” Ferreira announces as the hotel where the gala is held comes into view; The Willard Intercontinental.
Once the car stops in front of the entrance bustling with people in gowns and formalwear, the agents play the part by stepping out of the SUV to open each of yours and Leon’s doors.
You adjust the silk shawl over your shoulders in preparation to leave the car, the cool breeze of the night making you shiver. But when you place your foot on the sidewalk, a familiar hand extends in your vision, the wedding band adorning its ring finger catching the light of the shining hotel.
You hesitate for a moment, before finally placing your hand in Leon’s palm, going along with the pretend play—or maybe using that as a reason to touch him again that won’t wound your pride.
When you meet his eyes as he pulls you out of the vehicle, you find a look of desperation in his ice blues like you have never witnessed in him before. For a moment, you wonder if this is what his eyes looked like in the dark, when he was inside you and crying for you to stay.
“You’re breathtaking,” he murmurs low enough just for your ears to catch, a small, adoring smile etched on his tired face.
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Chapter 23
FOLKS! i have something special for you today, and that is a bonus chapter, a.k.a chapter 22.5!
now let me preface this by saying 22.5 is VERY different from your average ygbo chapter. it's a dark dead dove, so if you're not into that kind of thing, i implore you NOT to read it!
it goes without saying that not reading it will not impact your understanding of the story or your enjoyment of the series, it's simply an added insight into the dark corners of leon's mind, specifically about the nightmare he experiences at the start of this chapter
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The ghost of cold metal on his temple jolts Leon out of a suffocating nightmare. His eyes blink open rapidly, and he pants as sweat glistens on his flesh, his consciousness fighting through the haze of sleep-induced disorientation.
When he shifts to kick off the blanket that feels too hot on his dampened skin, he feels a wetness on his groin, and looking down, he finds a patch of spend seeping through his underwear.
His confusion rises even more as he tries to recall the dream that has left him in such a paradoxical state. But he can only make out faint images in the back of his mind. A dark cave, red light, piercing blue eyes, and you at the center of it all.
Thinking of you has become synonymous with his lungs constricting like a boulder sitting on his chest, so he immediately has to inhale deeply to relieve the pressure. He can never forget the look of heartbreak on your face when he left you the day prior. You must hate him by now, and he knows he deserves it, even if a small, selfish part of him hopes you still love him just like you confessed.
God, how does something like this even happen? How can someone like him ever win the heart of someone like you? Without even trying either. Like some kind of terribly unfunny joke.
He sits up on the couch with a groan, looking around the wreck that is his usually spotless apartment. Clothes forgotten messily on the floor, bottles of liquor, beer and whatever other drink he could find in his cabinets scattered everywhere. He had spent the past day drinking and sleeping sporadically, and he’s not even sure what time it is at this point except that it's getting dark outside.
A knock at the door makes him jolt in surprise, wondering who it might be, before quickly dismissing the noise. No way in hell is he talking to anyone in this state.
Rising to his feet, he pads towards the bathroom to clean the mess in his boxers when another knock resounds. This time, it's accompanied by a familiar voice.
“Leon, I know you're in there, I saw your car downstairs,” Claire announces from behind the door with a huff. “You didn't park it in the garage.”
He pauses in his steps, debating whether or not to fake his death, but then remembers how insistent the auburn haired woman can be and finally relents.
“Give me a minute,” he grumbles, not caring if it's not loud enough for her to hear.
A minute turns into fifteen as he trudges through his horrendous hangover to change his clothes and put away the tripping hazards of glass bottles. He will leave showering for later—when he's less likely to lose balance and crack his skull on the tiles.
With a deep exhale, he opens the door for the friend that's been impatiently waiting. She’s about to berate him for taking so long when she pauses at the sight of him.
“Jesus, Leon… You look like shit.”
“Right, thanks,” he mumbles, then turns around to drag his feet back to the sofa to sprawl himself on it.
Claire purses her lips in worry, closing the door behind her with a click. She walks further inside, her eyes quickly skimming over the mess laying around that's hard to make out in the dark. Then, she reaches for the pull chain of the tall lamp in the corner, and tugs it to turn on the warm light.
With his dark undereyes and scruffy stubble in clear display, she shakes her head in concern. “Seriously, Kennedy, you look really bad.”
“Yeah, I got it the first time,” he replies with his eyes squeezed shut, the light momentarily blinding him.
Sighing, Claire moves closer until she sits on the coffee table, no space afforded for her on the couch thanks to his splayed out body.
“You smell too,” she concludes after a sniff.
Leon groans, giving her an exasperated side eye, “what do you even want?”
She ignores his harsh tone, and fiddles with the strap of her watch anxiously. “I just had dinner with the in-laws nearby, and thought I’d come say hi…”
He gives her a pointed look in return, urging her to state the true reason for her impromptu visit. Quieter, she adds in a low murmur, “and I saw Lyla this morning.”
“Lyla?” he asks in confusion before his memory catches up. “Oh, right, Lyla… Yeah, um, what about her?”
“I ran into her at the park this morning while out with Gabby… She seemed a little tense,” Claire pauses, as if hoping he’ll understand her point. When he doesn't, she is forced to continue. “I mentioned you and she let slip that you kind of ghosted her? Well, she says you left your date in a hurry and that you haven't contacted her or answered her calls since. She was actually wondering if you’d gone on a mission.”
Leon rubs his scruff tiredly—he had completely forgotten to message the brunette, or anyone for that matter during the past day.
“Yeah, sorry I was busy. I’ll call her... Eventually.”
Unsatisfied with his answer, Claire shakes her head in disapproval. “Calling her is not the point, Leon.”
“Then what is the point? You said that's why you're here.” He places a palm on his head to soothe his throbbing headache.
“I’m here, because you haven't answered my calls either, and now that I’m seeing you in this state I’m really fucking worried… What the hell happened?”
“Nothin’,” he immediately retorts.
“This is not nothing. You look like absolute hell—I don't think I’ve ever seen you like this. At least not since the first anniversary in 99’.”
She doesn't need to specify what anniversary. They both know all too well she means Raccoon City.
“I’m just… going through something. I’ll be fine.”
There's a flash guilt in her blue eyes as she looks over his pitiful state, and she shifts to angle her body towards his.
“Look… I know ever since Gabby, I’ve been very busy and I haven't been the bestest of friends—”
“Don’t say that,” he interrupts with a headshake and a dismissive wave of the hand. “You’re fine. I get it. You have a family now, and family comes first.”
“But you are family Leon,” she asserts in a soft voice.
The sincerity in her words chips at his hard exterior, and before he can stop it, his eyes water, and he has to turn to look at the ceiling to blink the wetness away. But despite his efforts, Claire notices. The concern in her heart grows exponentially, because she can hardly recall ever seeing him cry in the last decade and a half.
“You know you can trust me, right? Please tell me what's going on, Leon… Please.”
After a long silence, he finally, finally obliges with a disheartened murmur, “I fucked-up, Claire. Really bad… I should've listened to you.”
“What do you mean? About what?”
He exhales sharply through his nose, and closes his eyes like he’s too ashamed to look at her when he speaks.
“Kiddo,” he chokes out like it hurts.
The woman frowns in confusion—she knows exactly who ‘kiddo’ is, but she fails to understand what he means by following her advice. Until, slowly, she recalls the events of her promotion party. Her thoughts begin to work in overdrive as possible scenarios come up in her mind, some much worse than others.
“What happened, Leon?” she presses, concern evident in her voice.
Still refusing to meet her eyes, he decides to be honest nonetheless. Or at least tries to be given his hazy-minded state.
“There's this job offer for her. New York. When I found out about it, I kind of… freaked out. I didn't want her to leave, and I— I went to see her when she called and— and I don't know… I-I messed up, and now she’s gonna hate me forever.”
Every sentence coming out of his mouth only makes Claire more confused, and the way he’s wording things has her thinking of the worst.
“Okay, okay, slow down! I need you to tell me exactly what happened, because right now it's sounding bad.”
“It is bad,” he retorts with a grunt, running a hand through his greasy locks. “I went there and I… We… Shit, you know what I mean.”
The gears turn in her head as she concludes the cause of his painfully embarrassed expression. She clears her throat, keeping her reaction calm despite the flood of questions threatening to spill.
“Wow. Right, um, okay… So what, was it like, weird or something?”
“No… It was perfect.” The answer comes out before he can stop it, and he once again realizes just how much of a sap he turns into when it comes to you.
Claire, on the other hand, is starting to lose her patience in her attempt to figure out what the exact problem is.
“Leon, if you don't stop talking in riddles, I swear to God I’m gonna smack you on your big head.”
His lips twitch into a ghost of a smile as he finally turns to meet her eyes. He realizes how ridiculous he must look, recounting his issues while laying on a sofa like she's his personal therapist.
Finally, he says the truth he has never dared to utter out loud before.
“I have… feelings for her.”
Claire’s eyes widen in surprise, and the puzzle slowly starts to come together.
“You love her? Well, I know you do but, I mean like, love, love?”
There's a silence that befalls the room. He doesn't say ‘yes’ but he doesn't deny it either. The new information takes time to register into the blue eyed woman’s mind.
“Wow…” she whispers in incredulity. “I mean, shit, I can't say I’m not a little bit surprised… But then again, you two are joined at the hip, and you get along so well.”
Leon sighs deeply, feeling like a weight has partially lifted off his shoulders. “Right.”
His solemn expression breaks Claire’s heart further, prompting her to conclude in a quiet murmur, “so she doesn't feel the same about you…”
His expression sours as he shakes his head in denial. “No, she does… And that's the problem.”
At that, the woman pauses, taken aback by the twist of events. “Wait, what?”
“She's not supposed to like me, Claire. You said it yourself, I should go for someone my age.”
A loud scoff leaves her lips at his statement, prompting her to cross her arms defensively. “Yeah, I said that because I thought you were being weird towards your unsuspecting, younger colleague,” she frowns in irritation. “You never told me you two have been seeing each other!”
“We’re not,” he huffs.
“Well, either way, what I saw that day was just you ogling her like a guard dog—which made me think you were lonely and that made me concerned. But fuck, now I’m even more concerned seeing you like this,” she gestures towards him vaguely.
He shakes his head again for the umpteenth time, his voice a somber whisper, “I’m not the one you should be worried about. I’m not the victim here.”
Claire quirks an eyebrow at the statement, tilting her head in question. “So you're saying she is? Because you're older?”
“Because I’m older, and her coworker, and mentor. Oh, let's not forget I killed her dad right in front of her fucking eyes when she was a kid,” he hisses sardonically.
The woman’s hands shoot up in surprise at the sudden mention of the traumatic event.
“Woah, where the hell did that come from?”
“It’s the truth.”
Exhaling deeply, Claire looks him over with sympathy as she finally understands what has him in such a deplorable condition. His neverending guilt.
“Alright, let's take a step back, because clearly you're not thinking straight right now… You said you both have feelings for each other, correct?”
“Yeah…”
“So, if you're both okay with this, I don't really see the big deal. I mean, fine, it's a little awkward due to the past but she's what, twenty-six?”
“Twenty-five,” he corrects with a clenched jaw.
“Okay, and you're thirty-eight! Both adults.” She pauses, pursuing her lips for a moment before continuing. “My only concern before was that you would be hitting on her and making her uncomfortable because you got too horny. But clearly, this is not the case… Right?”
Leon stays silent for a moment, then grumbles imperceptibly, “I guess… Still, I’m not someone she should be wasting her time on. She needs somebody to grow old with, start a family with, not an old creep.”
Claire rolls her eyes hard. “Christ, Leon, you are not a creep.”
He stays quiet, his disagreement apparent on his face as he twiddles with his thumbs over his chest. Then, a sudden smack to the side of his head makes him jolt, holding the spot with an exaggerated groan.
“Hey! What the hell?!”
“Listen to me, you idiot. You need to get your head out of your ass and realize you deserve good things in life too.”
Leon glares at her with a pout, his face too endearing for a badly hungover man pushing forty.
“I mean it,” Claire glares right back. “I’ve never seen you get this pathetic over someone, so stop self-sabotaging! And sure, if it had been somebody else I might have something to say about it. But I know you. She knows you. You’re not some kind of pervert creeper preying on young women. If anything, you acting like this shows that you're quite literally the opposite.”
The dark blonde’s shoulders relax slightly from her reassuring words, and he sits up, placing his head in his hands as his elbows rest on his knees.
“I just… I feel like she could do so much better,” he whispers, looking down at the spot on the floor between his bare feet. “She deserves the best.”
Tentatively, Claire reaches a hand to squeeze his shoulder leaning down slightly to look at his tired face.
“You deserve the best too… You deserve to have someone that loves you. Truly loves you,” she murmurs softly, a small smile etching on her plump lips. “From what I can tell, she's probably the person that knows you the most. So if she has feelings for you like you say, then it's despite seeing you at your lowest, just like you saw her at her lowest too… What I’m saying is, you deserve to be happy, Leon.”
He takes in a trembling breath, then bites down on his bottom lip to stop himself from spilling tears again. He has done enough crying over the past twenty-four or so hours, and now, listening to Claire, he realizes that maybe—just maybe—she isn't completely wrong.
As he makes the mental decision to go knock at your door tonight, at least to apologize for leaving you like your confession was an insult, his phone rings where it lays forgotten on the floor.
Claire watches quietly as he reaches for the device by the foot of the couch. Flipping it over, he finds Hunnigan’s name flashing on the screen, and he already knows it's serious if she's calling on a random Sunday evening.
“Kennedy,” he answers gruffly, already tired before she even speaks.
“Leon, sorry to interrupt your weekend, but we have a situation. We need you operational immediately.”
With a deep, exhausted sigh coming out from the deepest confines of his chest, he closes his eyes with a nod.
“Talk to me.”
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Holding Out for a Hero
Isekai Yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!OC
Chapter 5
❌18+ MDNI❌ ⚠️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat⚠️
nora and luis to the rescue!
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Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 TBA
"You're gonna be okay"
Older Mentor!Leon Kennedy x DSO Agent!Reader Slowburn 🪻🌻🥀
❌18+ MDNI❌
Chapter 22
the angst is back (not that it was ever really gone) but i hope you guys enjoy 💙
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"You're gonna be okay"
Older Mentor!Leon Kennedy x DSO Agent!Reader Slowburn 🪻🌻🥀
❌18+ MDNI❌
Chapter 21
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Holding Out for a Hero
Isekai Yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!OC
Chapter 4
❌18+ MDNI❌ ⚠️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat⚠️
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"You're gonna be okay"
Older Mentor!Leon Kennedy x DSO Agent!Reader Slowburn 🪻🌻🥀
❌18+ MDNI❌
Chapter 20
sorry i'm uploading this a bit late but i decided to be extra and fired up re9 at the last minute to do a quick photo edit and struggled a bit with incompatible mods, but i think it was worth it hehe 🫶
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CW tags WILL contain spoilers (try not to read them if you're generally okay with nsfw stuff so you avoid getting spoiled!)
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"You're gonna be okay"
Older Mentor!Leon Kennedy x DSO Agent!Reader Slowburn 🪻🌻🥀
❌18+ MDNI❌
Chapter 20
sorry i'm uploading this a bit late but i decided to be extra and fired up re9 at the last minute to do a quick photo edit and struggled a bit with incompatible mods, but i think it was worth it hehe 🫶
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CW tags WILL contain spoilers (try not to read them if you're generally okay with nsfw stuff so you avoid getting spoiled!)
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 TBA