#poor leon

yes it’s probably just a mistake by the author but i feel like it really suits the chaos and unhinged homoeroticism that he was forced to witness

Just a warning that this is gonna be a loooooong post. If you make it to the end, I applaud your dedication. As a treat, I’ll put the (admittedly extremely rough) sketch at the beginning so you don’t have to scroll all the way down if you don’t want to 😅

Well, without further ado, here we gooo~

So much of the beginning of the game is exactly the same – Leon goes to Spain, he gets attacked by the villagers, yada yada yada. Mendez is also still the one who ends up knocking Leon out and injecting him with the plaga.

Things don’t start to change until the fight against Del Lago. You know when Leon faints after the fight and gets his first taste of hallucinations from the plaga? That’s also when he also gets his first mutation. He wakes to find that he now has claw tipped hands covered in a hard plating that can only be described as chitin. It’s a mild mutation - he still has his 5 fingers and the relative shape of a hand, but the veins of his arms are extremely prominent, and it seems like the chitin will only continue creeping up.

Obviously, he’s horrified, but he’s not really surprised – getting infected in his line of work seemed almost inevitable. As usual, Leon decides to push his emotions to the back of his mind and puts all his focus into his current mission.

The rest of the village progresses as usual. Ashley is somewhat frightened by the state of Leon’s hands, but quickly realizes he means well when he helps her escape the church. The cabin scene also continues as per usual, with the exception that Luis expresses concern over Leon’s new mutations, to which he mentions the existence of a suppression drug.

The next major mutation occurs during the Mendez fight. During the second phase, Mendez grabs Leon and pins him against the wall. Leon finds his arms immobilized, and any attempts to escape seem to have no effect. Sensing impending doom, the plaga steps in with a new mutation in Leon’s legs, giving him wicked sharp claws in the form of a new set of dinosaur-like feet. It’s just what he needs to get the upper hand, and he’s able to grip at Mendez’s arm before ripping it off.

Leon only has a few seconds to really comprehend what happened to him before Mendez is back on him. Instinct kicks in, and with a little help from the plaga, Leon is able to easily overtake Mendez at this point. His new legs are much stronger and give him the ability to jump and dodge much more easily. Leon’s survival instinct is kicked into overdrive, and after he defeats Mendez, he swiftly escapes from the burning building.

Once the danger of the situation has washed away, the plaga seems to settle down and leaves Leon to his own devices again. Unfortunately, this also allows him to finally register the state of his body. Ashley, of course, is also alarmed by the new changes, but upon seeing the briefest flash of distress on Leon‘s face, she realizes that HER fear is probably the last thing he needs to see. So instead, she cracks a dumb joke.

This ends up being exactly what Leon needs, and after a few reassurances from both Ashley and himself, he quickly falls back into prioritizing the mission. Chiding himself for wasting so much time, he quickly rises to stand... only to promptly fall back down. Turns out without the plaga subconsciously guiding him, he actually has zero idea on how to maneuver his new legs.

Word count: 809 (Back under 1K bayybeeee)

Prompt: Manhandle

Arthur had them all fooled, thought Leon as he backpedaled slowly from a sight he was sure he wasn't supposed to see. He pondered on it, as he exited the corridor as swiftly as stealth would allow.

Even as a boy, Arthur had held himself apart from everyone, not that anybody had thought anything of it. He had been a Prince, a future Crowned Prince, a future King. Of course he stood apart. He was apart.

A friendly knock on the shoulder, a weighty thump on the back in praise. That was all any of the Knights, Leon included, had ever expected of their leader. A manservant was different. He was sure he wasn't the only one who had reasoned that of course, a Manservant was different. He was not a Knight, nor a man of any social standing - not that it held him back much, Leon believed - but there was bound to be a difference in proximity there.

hurt it