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Addendum: Actually, I'm concerned about the cut that goes into the infection. We all know that the virus generally causes a lot of pain. But when you cut into it... I don't even want to imagine how much pain Leon is in (and he is in pain, because later in that scene he touches his neck/the wound). But he doesn't even flinch at that moment. That’s why I’m worried about what they’re doing/have done to him.

A/N- Hello everyone! I'm deeply sorry for being late. Vacation got the best of me and I was (still am) slacking so hard right now but you're all waiting for a smut so here you go! I kinda rushed it to be honest and I know it's not going to be the best smut you'll ever read BUT it's my first time writing smut soo yayy! I hope you like it and don't forget to leave comments and give me feedbacks 🙂💜

Warnings- Smut! MDNI! +18, tigh riding, no foreplay?, aftercare, feels of aftershock, sex without lube, softdom!leon, praise kink.

21 April 2006. Death of John `Johnny’ Milne Checketts, DSO, DFC (b. 20 February 1912). New Zealand 14.5 victory WW2 ace. He inducted de Havilland Vampire into the RNZAF's first jet squadron. In 1947, crossed the Tasman Sea in record 3 hr. 38 m. delivering a de Havilland Mosquito.

A/n: I'm trying something new here so bear with me, I'm thinking of making this a series so let me know what you think!

Warnings⚠️: loss of a parent, missing sister and eventual violence.

You were curled up in a desk chair in DSO headquarters, eyes wide as you stared at the wall like it had personally traumatized you and to be fair, the news you had received was enough to bring out those feelings.

You were Grace Ashcroft's younger sister by almost 10 years, but even with that kind of age difference you two were nearly insuperable.

Then you lost your mom, or more like someone took her from your life.

You turned quiet to the point where you were almost mute, only talking when absolutely necessary.

The death of your mother had nearly destroyed you and now there was a chance you were going to lose your older sister as well.

You were at school when you got the news, or more like a woman introduced herself as Sherry Birkin and pulled you out of class with a grim face, saying that your sister had gone missing from either an investigation gone wrong or something really stupid and dangerous.

That was just enough for you to shut down and as a cherry on top your sister had disappeared at the exact same place that your mother had died.

You pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as two pairs of footsteps entered the office.

"What is so important that I need to take this case, The President damm near ordered me to take it" a rough, deep and slightly ragged voice came from the doorway.

"You're the best we've got Leon and this case has links to Raccoon City" Birkin said like it explained everything as the man named 'Leon' sighed before apparently seeing you.

"Whose the kid?"

"That's Grace's younger sister, I pulled her in to make sure she wouldn't attempt to get into that damned place herself" The woman sighed "Poor kid has been through too much already"

Leather boots squeaked slightly as someone approached you, crouching down in front of you.

"How are you doing kid?" Leon asked, resting his arms on his knees.

You shrugged your shoulders, keeping your eyes trained at the wall.

"Right, stupid question" he said, you could feel his heavy gaze on you, scanning you "Do you have any idea why she would go missing during a investigation there?"

So that's what it was called "Our mom was killed there" you mutter.

"... I'm sorry kid" Leon said after a while "Would she be desperate enough to search for answers there?"

You stayed quiet and after awhile a hand tousled your hair before he stood back up, walking back to Birkin as the talked in hushed voices.

You picked up some words "Don't let her follow... Kid... Wrenwood... Tonight... Get her out"

It made you think, would Grace be desperate enough to search for answers there? To face her fear head on?... The simple answer was yes, both of you would. Especially since they told you so little about your mother's death, like it was something forbidden that they were not allowed to share.

It was clear that they would never allow you to go near Wrenwood, but unfortunately for them they underestimated just how far you would go to keep your last remaining family safe.

So that is why, that after they let you go home for the night since they couldn't keep you there, you stashed your backup of school supplies in a closet and looked for the car that you thought someone like an old agent like Leon would drive and eventually spotted a Porsche.

You pulled out your pocket knife and by some miracle from above you managed to pry open the trunk, it was full of weapons but you quickly made a space big enough for you to lay down as the alarm beeped. You reached high and slammed the trunk shut as the alarm seized.

You waited and you waited, when suddenly you heard the car door slam shut and the engine roar to life.

"Yeah I'm on my way now" Leon's muffled voice sounded as you felt the car move.

In a way he's kind of their boss, but like in the abstract. He never really thinks about himself in that regard. Mainly because he has so many better things to do and also he doesn't care.

I think he's probably a fan favorite for the office. He's funny (kinda) he's got this awkward charm to him, his charisma is either atrocious or phenomenal, and he's just fun to watch from afar. Sure he might have the stupidest haircut you've ever seen, but then he's giving Hunnigan shit and she starts threatening him, and you get to watch him dodge a staple.

He can answer any of your questions because he's pretty much lived to everything that's ever happened in the bio weapons field. Or at least he knows someone who has an answer if he doesn't personally.