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Cosmo Jarvis photographed by Elliot Kennedy for Esquire magazine, 2024.
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And that there is something to be said for living outside of value, for acknowledging the absolute violence of value, of being party to a system in which one either has value or is devalued and consequently must make all sorts of diabolical concessions, alignments, and, ultimately, misalignments, in order to stay on the positive end of that scale.
from Scandalize My Name: Black Feminist Practice and the Meaning of Black Social Life by Terrion L. Williamson
from top left to bottom right: Kennedi Carter; Elliott Jerome Brown. Jr; Quil Lemons; Shikeith; Kennedi Carter; Nydia Blas; Chrisean Rose; Deana Lawson; Quil Lemons; Kennedi Carter
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House of the Dragon | Behind the Scenes Photographed by Fabien Frankel
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This time... It has to be different.
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Xolo Mariduena | Men's Health | Elliot James Kennedy | September 2023
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♕ @dailytudors: TUDOR WEEK 2022 ♕
Day Two: Favourite Tudor Parent & Child Relationship >> 1/3 - Margaret Beaufort and Henry VII
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@owenryder @kennedyxwarren @chetang @mxharleyhua @cvssidyainswvrth @jcksonfields @elliot-newman @xcorikhang @treywright @emelineviolette
Merry Christmas!!
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Enjoy a pack of flavorful coffee (and tea) a tumbler and some stickers! The best part is it helps save the manatees! Tossed in some coloring pages as well and a pack of colored pencils. Enjoy!!
xo Mandy
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Characters: Elliot Chapman & Kennedy Davis (@kennydavis) Location: Barks and Recreation Closed Starter
Elliot had no intention of adopting a dog or cat, even though the little creatures were definitely tempting him to. Yet he knew he might very well end up getting kicked out by Thea and attacked by Percy if he even thought of adopting an animal without at least sharing his intentions. So he settled on making the donation on behalf of the firm and simply admiring the ginger cat that was certainly smelling Perci on his clothes and taking a liking to him. Not that he would have ever admitted to admiring a cat, but there he was nonetheless. He was too distracted to notice that he had been standing in the way of a woman who was trying to pass through. "Kennedy, hi. Sorry for being in your way. This one's gotten a bit smitten with me and we got distracted."
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James McAvoy for GQ by Elliot James Kennedy, November 2022
Source: GQ
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drawingwithlight · 1 year
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PRESIDENTS DWIGHT D EISENHOWER AND JOHN F KENNEDY (1960) BY ELLIOT ERWITT
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Underneath the Pulpit Waits an EVIL Difficult to Stomach! "The Borderlands" reviewed! (Second Sight Films / Limited Edition Blu-ray)
Order the Limited Edition Blu-ray of “The Borderlands” Here at Amazon.com After exposing phony divine miracles at a Catholic Church in Brazil that resulted in the death of fellow Catholics, including a Cardinal, Vatican investigator and religious brother Deacon starts to lose faith with every fraud upon fraud case that points to the non-existence of a higher being.  Having fallen on the drink,…
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(june 2019) omg its him !! mr kennedy himself!!! i challenged myself to make an oc thats a perfect thirsttrap for myself and well here he is
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bumblebeesfromvenus · 4 months
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All I see is Red ♦️
Leon S. Kennedy x reader
A/N: holy shit, this took me so long to edit fml it's the longest thing I've written so far. I also think it's terribly paced, but I'll leave that to you. I hope you like it anyway <3
~Fi 🐝
《Warnings》: ADA SLANDER. Girl is getting wrecked in this one. Ada's a bitch. Reader is absolutely furious, Leon is supportive but a lil bit useless, description of injuries, feminine rage, RC flashbacks.
《Word count》: 6.1k
Inspired by this post of mine <3
Reader's codename is 'Loon/Loony' after the bird!
Please don't copy my work. I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.
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Red. A color that held many a mystery, signifying an infinite amount of things and emotions. Every shade as different as the next. Ruby, crimson, maroon, burgundy.
Where others commonly thought of the symbol of love, a deep red rose, or perhaps the pale plush on the cheeks of newly confessed lovers and the sensuality of passionate nights, you saw different things.
Your relationship with the color red hadn't always been a complicated one, not until that fateful night. You wished you could go back where red was just that; red, a color, nothing more. Not something that had you anxious and alert.
You didn't see love, passion or deep devotion. What you saw where the horrors of human greed and pride. You saw the blood dripping from the gnarled jaws of the first infected you'd ever encountered at the gas station with Leon. You saw the red lights of broken down and abondend cop cars. You saw the red of dismembered police officers and civilians.
You saw the red of Kendo's Gun shop and the redness his daughter, Emma, held in her eyes. You saw the red of lieutenant Branagh's bloody finger prints in officer Elliot's notebook. And you couldn't get all the other shades out of your head- especially not the red of her dress, or the red dripping from his shoulder because he took a bullet for her.
It only ever haunted you, the tearing lump of flesh that once was Dr. Birkin, or the blaring red lights deep inside the NEST.
It wouldn't leave your mind. It was filled with red, overflowing with its common link to anger. The hot, excruciating fury that boiled in your veins when the facade of the woman in red broke into two, revealing what she really was.
You thought, as you watched her fall and saw the ruby shade being enveloped by unforgiving black, that you could move on.
But you never did. You never could. The betrayal and anger were still deeply rooted in your veins. But not only for what she did to you, but what she did to him. How she used and abused his kindness, loyalty, and care for her gain, pretending to care only to repay the both of you like this after you'd saved her.
But you weren't alone, fighting to stay afloat in the red sea that was trying to drown you. You changed your approach.
Instead of all the blood and anger you saw in red, you tried seeing Claire's jacket. Or the woven, red hair band Sherry wore. As well as the redness in Leon's cheeks after all the running and fighting.
You tried seeing the dark, dull shade that soaked his bandage, signifying that it was over. You were safe, he was safe, Claire and Sherry were safe. And it worked.
You saw the shiny crimson of Claire's bike, the leathery red of a matching jacket that Sherry desperately wanted, and the beautiful shade of the single rose that Leon gifted you on your first date.
You even saw the pale red reflections of the lovebites that littered your skin from time to time, courtesy of Leon.
The red of that nights horrors slipped to the back of your mind, just like the red of the Umbrella logo and the red cross that sat exactly where Raccoon City once was, standing out against the pale paper of a map.
All was well as love and passion took the reigns on the red in your mind, but if course things don't stay well forever.
And your peace was broken when you caught a faint glimpse of red from the corner of your eye.
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This place wouldn't have been your choice of a vacation destination, but lord knows the government doesn't give a shit about that.
The village was rundown, muddy, and most importantly, full of walking corpses.
Unbeknownst to you, of course.
The horrors had started ever since you and Leon stepped out of that god forsaken car, the red of blood, innocent blood, forcing its way into your mind once again.
You tightly gripped the red ammo box you'd just picked up from the ground after Leon had kicked a wooden crate into splinters.
"Hey, hey, easy! You're shins aren't made of steel." You scolded the blonde agent on your left, who only responded with a very playful eye roll while checking the mag of his gun.
"Don't you worry about my bones, Loony." He chuckled, patting your shoulder.
"Don't call me that! S'not my fault you got the cooler codename." You grumbled. "And for your information, Loons are excellent swimmers!"
"You see any water?" He shot back with a grin which earned him a huff from you.
Your gaze turned back to the pale red box in your hand, slight indents forming where your fingers were as you subconsciously squeezed it a little too hard.
The edges were worn and the colors were dull, but the bullets inside clinked together like the shuddering melody that haunted you ever since Raccoon City.
Leon noticed your dazed stare at the small container, they way your brows were scrunched together and the structure of the paper box crumbling under the hard grip of your hand.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked softly, firmly placing one of his hands on your shoulder. Your head snapped towards him, his gentle words pulling you from your trance.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine." You smiled awkwardly, shoving the box into your pocket.
"Alright. Let's see if the locals know something." He replied firmly. The air he had about him told you he hadn't completely believed your answer and that he would keep an eye on you.
The last thing he needed was you getting in your head. He needed your full support and attention in order to pull this off.
You were about to respond when a small zip sound made you whip your head in its direction.
"Did you hear that?" You fully turned to face the way the sound came from and narrowed your eyes to see whether whatever caused that noise was in your sight.
"Hear what?" Leon asked puzzled.
"It sounded like a... a zipline or something." You glanced at Leon, who still had his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Never mind." You muttered, walking past him towards the village entrance.
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The locals did know something. They knew that they definitely did not like the two of you and that there would be nothing more satisfying than watching you burn.
The haunting screams of one of the Spanish Police officers echoed off the broken and shitty houses as he went up in flames.
"Jesus Christ.." Leon breathed out, reaching for his gun.
"This is not gonna be pretty." You mumbled, aiming for one of the villagers, who had noticed you by now and were storming in your direction, and pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit him right between the eyes with a splat sound and your eyes widened when he only held his head before continuing his way, lit torch in hand.
"What the fuck..."
Leon looked just as shocked as you, but didn't hesitate to feed the fucker four bullets to his forehead until he finally toppled over.
"Something's not right." You stated quietly, a crease between your eyebrows.
"We'll talk later." He said firmly, aiming his weapon again. Giving him a sharp nod, you moved in and took out any local that blocked your way.
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You had underestimated the number of people that lived here. You were completely surrounded, standing in the Plaza of the village, careful not to slip on the muddy ground. Leon's back was firmly pressed against yours as you tried your hardest to fight off the horde.
The once quiet town was now filled with the piercing sounds of fired shots, the unholy screams and screeches from the townspeople and the heavy thud of bodies falling into puddles.
Your elbows were locked as you mercilessly took down local after local, only stopping to quickly reload your pistol. While reloading, you noticed the smallest flash of bright red flitting over the terracotta roof tops.
You froze and, stupidly, lowered your guard as your eyes were frantically searching for whatever that was. The fact that it was red made your blood solidify in your veins and your breath to get caught in your throat. It was as if time around you slowed down, the images of that night seeping into every crevice of your mind. The blood, Leon's blood, the lights, Kendo, and his daughter, Dr. Birkin and her. It all hit you again like a truck that was carelessly speeding down the road.
But you had no time to get lost in those horrific images swirling in your head or to slip into a panic attack because you were tackled onto the dirty ground, wrinkled hands wrapping around your throat, squeezing tight.
You were struggling for air, desperately clawing at the discolored arms that quite literally held your life in their hands. An old woman had jumped on top of you, screaming phrases you couldn't understand in your face as her spittle landed on your cheeks.
Her face was sunken in, more than it should at her age, and the veins around her eyes seemed almost black. And in her eyes there was only rage, a burning fire just like the one they'd lit before.
You were thrashing your legs, anything to get her off and her hands away from your neck. You could feel yourself getting lightheaded, your heart pouding in your ears. Leon came to your rescue quickly, harshly ripping the woman away from you and shooting her in the head twice with no hesitation.
"Loony, are you alright?" Leon asked firmly, keeping the few remaining residents at bay.
"Yeah, I... don't worry about me.." You heaved, soothing the red mark on your neck. You were coughing and panting, trying to steady yourself. Leon had given you a very sharp look that said I'll take care of this. and you weren't about to argue with him. There was no point in wasting precious ammo with how shaky and unreliable your hands were at the moment.
You dragged yourself behind a small fence and took deep breaths, pressing the heel of your palm into your temple.
Suddenly, the loud sound of the church bell bounced off the buildings and everything went eerily quiet. The once furious and aggressive villagers now slowly made their way to the church, mumbling soft illegible words and phrases.
They payed no mind to Leon as they brushed past him like nothing happened and he didn't exist. The door fell shut with a heavy sound after all the remaining people had entered. Leon turned in confusion.
"Where's everyone going? Bingo?" He huffed, his voice being the only thing heard, besides the soft crackling of the fire at the stake, and the quiet rustle of leaves as a soft breeze passed through them.
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"What the hell happened back there?" It was clear Leon wanted an answer for your little freeze up. He knew you, and you would never let someone, or rather something, get that close to you.
"I... just got distracted." You mumbled, keeping your eyes on the sweet cow you were currently petting. Leon had gone looking for more supplies in the empty houses and had spoken to Hunnigan about Baby Eagle's whereabouts while you stumbled upon the gentle creature chewing on some grass in one of the open stables.
You needed to get your head back on right, and scratching the cattle helped clear the fog over your mind. It mooed softly and licked at your hand and you could feel the roughness of its pink tongue against your palm. Leon sighed and tipped his head forward.
"We can't afford distractions, Loony. You know that."
"I know. I just... have a really bad feeling about this. It's like... we're being watched. And I saw something red moving across the rooftops and I.. got inside my head. It won't happen again." You kept your voice small and quiet, looking down to hide the faint spark of shame in your eyes.
You wouldn't fuck this up. You couldn't fuck this up. You needed to pull yourself together and get back to the task at hand.
"Good." Leon said softly, placing his hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
He wished he could do more. He wished he could take you into his arms and kiss your forehead. He knew how odd and complicated your thoughts on the color red were. You'd told him all about it, and he held you through it all, as the two of you relived that nights events in your own minds.
But you'd set a strict rule. Absolutely no display of affection during work. The risk of the enemy finding out was too high, and they would surely use that newfound information to their advantage.
It wasn't easy being in a relationship and then working together like this, but you made it work. You made it work purely because you worked. You matched Leon perfectly, and he matched you.
You were a dream team to the government, which is why they kept you close. And now you would use your skills as a team and save Ashley.
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Ending up in this Castle had not been part of your plan. It was an impressive building, no doubt, but the light marble walls and beautiful greenery that was littered with colorful little
blooms painted a wrong picture of its owner. The... host, shall we call him, hadn't given you one second to breathe. You were running and fighting, and running and fighting, and occasionally taking a hit or two to shield Ashley from as much harm as you could. It was all so... familiar. It felt like just how you tried to shield and protect Sherry from Chief Irons.
It made your head cloudy with bad memories. The constant separation from Ashley reminded you of how you somehow always caught up in the middle. You'd started out in the Police station with Leon after the crash but ended up in the orphanage with Claire, trying to rescue Sherry.
Well, that's not quite true, actually. Claire needed your help, so you left Leon... with her.
She seemed trustworthy enough with those big three letters plastered next to her name. What a fucking mistake that was.
There hasn't been a single day where you don't regret your decision. You felt so betrayed, and you still do. You were used just as much as Leon, putting your trust into someone who would've left you to die.
The memories rippled in Leon's blood, staring you right in the face, as you took a look at his injured hand. Whatever was inside of you had gotten inside of Ashley's mind, causing her to attack Leon with a knife. It sliced open his palm as he tried to stop the swing.
You were currently using some first aid spray on the wound before wrapping it on a piece of cloth you'd cut off from the many curtains around the Castle. Leon, as always, insisted he was fine and you needn't fret over him, but you were truly fucked if he couldn't hold his guns correctly.
You shut him down and began lecturing him on how stupid it was. And he listened, like he always did, staring at you with a smile on his face. He glanced past you, eyes falling on the gate that had separated Ashley from the both of you, and his smile was replaced with a small frown.
Ashley looked so terrified, and it broke your heart. She didn't deserve any of this, being ripped from her life and then having to fight for it all the same. You had to find her before Ramon did.
"Can you fit that under your glove?" You asked softly, tying a tight knot on the makeshift bandage around Leon's hand.
"Uh, yeah. Should work." Leon mumbled, squeezing his hand in a fist multiple times to test the flexibility of the wrap before putting his glove back on.
"Alright," he groaned as he got up from the edge of the stoke fountain he'd been sitting on,
"Let's get our Baby Eagle back." He held out his good hand to you, which you took, and he pulled you off the ground.
"Are you sure your hand's okay?" You questioned with a crease of concern between your brows when you saw him wince as he grabbed his gun. He only smiled at you softly and gently brushed his calloused thumb over your cheekbone.
"I'm okay. I promise."
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The courtyard was really quite beautiful. The high and dense walls of green gave it a somewhat mysterious and mystical feel. There were plenty of old and mossy stone statues littered around the place, with a few fountains here and there. If it hadn't been under these circumstances, you might've called your stay here enjoyable.
It didn't matter now as you slipped from the literal maze that was the courtyard, into an open stone hallway right by its side. The gate was locked, so your only chance at finding Baby Eagle was to go around, which meant through the dark walls of the Castle. You weren't thrilled, but it was your only option.
There were two doors in the hallway; one to your right, and one straight ahead, at the end of the corridor.
"You go right, I'll take the one straight." Leon said, motioning to the wooden door in front of him.
"Okay." You nodded, checking the mag of your gun. There was no telling what else would hide in the Castle. Leon reached out to the door handle, but you interrupted him, making him stop in his tracks.
"Leon?"
"Yeah?"
"Be careful. I saw some snakes around here."
He gave you a firm nod and proceeded, as did you, carefully entering the room.
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Leon slowly pushed the door open, having his gun at the ready if anything decided to jump him. When he couldn't detect any immediate threats, he stepped inside fully and looked around.
The room was lit up in a warm hue from the various candles burning, their wax dripping down the metal candle holders.
There were many wooden cabinets pushed against the walls, filled with all sorts of shiny junk. An open window at the back if the room caught his eye, and he carefully moved closer as the hinges creaked.
"You can stop right there, Leon." A voice called from behind him, accompanied by the cocking of a gun and the clacking sound of high heels against the old wooden floors.
"Wouldn't make me use this, would you?" He'd know that voice anywhere. It haunted his dreams, whispering sweet lies and betrayals in his ear, only to fade away when it's owner fell to their death.
He clenched his jaw and chuckled bitterly, letting his gun fall to the floor with a thud.
"Well, after six years, that is one hell of a greeting... Ada."
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The room was uneventful. It was mostly bare, only a big table in the middle filling the space, littered with scrap pieces of paper and metal parts.
There were no windows, only a couple of candles to light your path. You searched around nonetheless, and found a small pot with a green herb hidden in the corner.
You hummed at your find and plucked the stems, storing them in your pockets so you could grind up the leaves later and combine them with a rare yellow herb Leon had found in the courtyard.
You rummaged through the papers on the table, just in case, but were pulled from your task when you picked up muffled voices coming from Leon's direction. Alarm bells went off in your head, alongside utter confusion.
Who could he be talking to? You doubted the.. lovely.. gentlemen who had welcomed you had a knack for talking. It wasn't Ramón. It didn't sound nearly as pitchy and annoying for it to be him. There was no way it was Ashley..
what was going on? With furrowed brows and immense caution, you quickly walked down the stone hallway to the room Leon had chosen to investigate, finding its door ajar.
Your heart stopped when you heard what sounded like a gun hitting the floor. Next, there were sounds of struggle and soft grunts, same with a noise like a blade slicing through the air.
It felt like your feet were rooted in the ground, refusing to move. You had to pull yourself together. Leon was in potential danger.
You kicked open the door so hard that it smashed into the sturdy stone walls with a loud thud. When your eyes landed on the sight before you, your hands fell limp at your sides, your mouth slightly agape.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Leon had his knife pressed against Ada's throat and she slightly shifted her head to look over her shoulder, straight at you. She made an amused sound before turning back to face Leon.
"You brought your little friend, too, I see." She said with a smirk. Her voice was so smooth, too smooth. All you wanted to do was put a scratch in it. Leon stared at you, and you stared at him, with the occasional glance to the woman who ruined your life.
You stepped further into the room, keeping your eyes on her while letting the heavy door fall into its lock.
The second you finally met her eye, every single emotion you felt that night, and all the six years after, came bubbling up all at once, almost choking you. Your eyes were burning, your jaw was clenched and your breathing became irregular. You circled around her until you stood right next to Leon.
"Why the fuck are you not dead?" The bite and disbelief in your voice was evident, you balled your hands into fists to keep the fury and sadness at bay.
"Ooooh, Ouch." Ada feigned hurt and smirked back at you. God, how badly you wanted to slap that stupid smirk off her face.
You took a breather, trying to sort the words in your head. You didn't know what you wanted to say first. Everything wanted to come out at once. All the pain, and the anger and the fear. All the deep hatred you held in your heart for her. You looked up at the ceiling and shook your head with a small scoff.
"I can't believe this... for six goddamn years I've been trying to move on and get over what happened, get over what you did. And just as I was starting to get a grip, you show up. Why? You couldn't just do your shitty job without bothering us? You just can't go quietly, can you, Ada?"
"What, you're still not over that?" She shifted on her feet and almost rolled her eyes. There was no remorse in her voice, no regret, nothing. Just annoyance for your inability to be over it.
"You're awfully confident for someone with a knife at her throat." Leon said harshly, earning him a glare from Ada.
"You... are you serious? You used me! You used Leon, preyed on our fear only to... to fuck everything up! Do you even have an ounce of an idea of what you did?" Your throat started closing up as the emotions ran amok in your chest, leaving you with a shaky voice and a burning in eyes.
"We were fighting for our lives, thinking we were the only survivors and then you came along with your fucking FBI badge and gave us hope. Do you even know how-" she cut you off with an amused scoff that turned into a scowl.
"Oh, please. I didn't give you hope. You gave yourself hope." Your face dropped slightly, which only lasted a second before an expression of unimaginable rage took over your features.
"You fucking-" Leon stopped you from surging at her with a firm hand on your shoulder, sheathing his knife, "he took a bullet for you! I twisted and contorted three times over for you because we thought you wanted to help! We- We had faith in you, and we trusted you." You had to hold back a sob as you recalled the painful memories of betrayal that still sat deep in the marrow of your bones.
The first few tears sprung from your lashline, leaving streaks of salt on your cheeks. You were so, so incredibly angry and hurt. Your nostrils flared as you exhaled sharply, cleching your fists.
"But now I see that I should've shot you between the eyes first chance I got." You said lowly, staring daggers at Ada.
"A feisty one, huh?" She smirked bitterly, "Keep your bitch under control, Leon."
"Say that again, Ada, and I swear to god-" Leon hissed as he pushed past you, towering over her in an attempt to intimidate her. She laughed, she fucking laughed, and tilted her head at him.
"What are you gonna do? You're too soft for your own good." She spat, the venom in her tone could burn through your flesh like acid. Something inside you snapped.
The thin, tethered line of patience that you'd been holding on ever since you stepped foot inside this room crumbled under the weight of your emotions.
You quickly pulled Leon's combat knife from its sheath and pressed it against Ada's neck, successfully backing her up into a corner until she hit the stone wall with a grunt.
"I would choose my next words very carefully. I'm not above slitting your throat and watching all the lies spill out." You warned lowly, your eyes darkening. You saw a flash of something in her eyes. You couldn't decipher it. She was impossible to read. Everything about her was fake.
She could get on her knees and beg for your forgiveness and you'd believe her. That's how dangerous she was, how unpredictable.
"That was you in the village, wasn't it? The red I saw flashing on the rooftops? The weird sound I heard? That was all fucking you, wasn't it?" You seethed, pressing the blade to her neck, almost slicing through the knit fabric of her dress.
"You are a pest of a human being, Ada." You continued angrily, letting everything spill out.
"We were willing to die for the cause, for you, just so you and that stupid sample could get out and prevent this from ever happening again. The fact that that means nothing to you shows how truly rotten you are. You're not a good person, Ada, and you never will be." You noticed a shift in her demeanor when you harshly spat the last sentence.
The corner of your mouth twitched upwards. You'd hit her where it hurt, apparently. A gentle hand on your shoulder made the harsh crease between your eyebrows soften.
"Loony, we have to get Ashley. We can't let Ramón get her." Leon said quietly, trying to tug you away from Ada by your arm.
With a sharp jerk of your shoulder, you shook him off of you, nicking her jaw with the edge of the knife in the process. Ada breathed heavily as she tried to keep the knife away from her neck. She looked past you, directly at Leon.
"Leave the girl. She's lost no matter what."
At the mention of Ashley and without thinking, you struck her across the face. She gasped in surprise, both at the impact and that you had the guts to slap her.
"You don't fucking get to decide who's lost!" You bellowed, trying to keep your hands steady with all the rage that was coursing through your veins.
"You better thank whatever God you believe in, because that's the only one standing between your neck and my knife." You threatened with a harsh stare that made Ada swallow.
"Loony-"
"If I catch you near Ashley you're dead meat, Wong." You said lowly before stepping away from her and pressing the knife back in Leon's hand.
With a last angry look you walked towards the door. You pulled it open, the hinges groaning under its weight. You looked back over your shoulder.
"Just know this... no amount of good deeds will ever undo what you've done. You're the one that's lost. Not Ashley."
You didn't wait for a reaction, or for Leon, you just needed to get away from her.
You headed towards the courtyard again and sat down near a fountain, watching the small stream of water drip from the stone vase.
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It was over. This absolute nightmare of a mission was over. You were exhausted and covered in... well, maybe you didn't want to know. You'd removed your Las Plagas parasite, and Saddler met his demise at the hands of Leon.
You could get Ashley back home and then barricade yourself in your shared apartment with Leon, waiting for the next shitty mission to come along.
It was an endless cycle of exhaustion and pain, but you were lying if you said it wasn't addictive.
You fell to your knees with heavy breaths, letting everything fall off your shoulders. You were so relieved you could cry. Your neck and shoulders hurt from tensing up, your back had been crushed into too many walls, and you'd been thrown against a barrel.
Holding your side in pain, you lifted your head up only to see Leon on the ground, reaching out for the amber. Your body sagged, the adrenaline fading away by the minute.
However, your head shot up when you heard what sounded like a metal clang of shoes. Ada came down from the sky, tucking her grapling gun back into its holster.
"Jesus christ- do you ever fucking go away?!" You yelled, more to yourself than her. She bent down and plucked the amber right from under Leon's nose. You heaved yourself up with a groan and grabbed one of the small knives you'd found along the way.
You aimed and threw it at her, you didn't care where it hit her, if it hit her at all, but if she didn't get the hint that you wanted her to fuck off now, all hope was lost.
The blade embedded itself in her thigh, making her cry out in pain and, in turn, dropping the amber.
You used all your remaining strength and threw yourself at the small glass container, grasping it tightly. Ada's eyes widened, still holding onto her injured thigh.
"W-What.. what are you doing?" She demanded through hisses and groans. Dragging yourself up with the support of one of the metal rails, you held up the amber in the light.
"Fuck you.. Fuck this stupid little stone.. Fuck whoever you're working for. I am done." You panted, throwing the amber as far as you could, watching as it disappeared into the deep, dark ocean.
"No!" Ada screamed, reaching out for the stone, "do you have any idea what you just did!?"
"I don't give a shit."
You limped over to her and bent down, meeting her at eye level. Pulling the knife from her thigh, you couldn't help but chuckle.
"This feels a little... familiar, wouldn't you say, Ada?"
You thought back to when a piece of metal had lodged itself into her leg back in the Umbrella lab. You'd found her by coincidence, lying on a pile of debris and rubble. If it hadn't been for you and Leon, she would've died in that hellhole. Not that you ever received a thank you.
"Go to hell." She spat in your face, holding her bleeding thigh.
"I'm already in hell." You mumbled bitterly, sinking down next to Leon, who had an expression on his face that you could only describe as awe. With a scowl on her face, she heaved herself up and limped towards the helicopter that had flown up.
Ada managed to get into the heli, with a little trouble, and smirked back at you.
"I'd offer you a ride, but... I think I'd rather watch you be blown to bits and pieces."
"If I ever see you again, I'll be your worst nightmare." You snapped at her, praying she'd just fuck off already.
She scoffed with a frown and signaled the pilot to take off.
"Have fun being mince meat."
You sighed and slacked against Leon once she was gone. Your head fell against his shoulder and you closed your eyes.
"We need to get out of here, the whole Island's gonna blow." Leon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
"I know, just..." Your voice was shaky, trying to suppress the tears that would ultimately spill. You took a deep breath, blinking away the salty water droplets. You needed to be strong. You needed to get Ashley out of here.
You had plenty of time to break down when you were back at home. Leon noticed your fight to keep the tears away and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly while pressing a kiss to your temple.
"You're okay. Ashley's okay. I'm okay." He cooed, gently rocking you.
"I love you. And I would love to spend the rest of my life with you, but we can only do that if we find a ride out of here. Now." Leon said as softly as he could. He wanted to comfort you, hold you, and kiss you, but the situation was urgent.
"You know I'm always prepared." You sniffled with a small grin, holding up a pair of keys for Leon to see.
"Where the hell did you get these?" Leon asked bewildered. You got off the ground with a groan and grinned.
"She's got some pretty shitty pockets." Leon followed suit with getting up with an amused smirk playing in his lips.
"You clever little thing."
You winked and tossed him the keys. He chuckled once he caught them and noticed the little bear Keychain that was attached to the keyring.
"Cute."
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You were sitting on your couch, knees tucked under your body as you watched the TV. Your gaze was unfocused, and in reality, you weren't watching the TV at all.
You were thinking about everything that happened. About all the emotions that you didn't get out, all the things you hadn't managed to say.
You were inside your head all the time. Not being able to focus on anything without slipping away into that September night or those rainy days in Spain.
Leon noticed. Of course he did. And it broke his heart to see you like this, all dull and void of joy. But he knew that this would pass. He wouldn't allow you to get lost.
Which is why he held you that little bit tighter and whispered how much he loved you just that little bit more often.
You didn't notice Leon coming into the living room, jumping slightly when he slid down next to you on the couch and slung his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side.
"Look what came in the mail." He said softly, pressing a small decorative card into your hand. You looked him with furrowed brows but he gave you an encouraging nod and pressed a kiss to your temple.
There was a big, red 18 on the front, surrounded by small hearts. You turned the card over and began reading the inscription. Your eyes got brighter with every line you read, and a smile tugged on your lips.
"How sweet of her. Sherry invited us to her 18th birthday party." You smiled softly, looking at Leon. He hummed and pulled tighter against him.
"She called earlier when you were taking a nap. She's really excited to see you again, you know." He replied softly. You chuckled.
"Yeah, me too. It's been forever. God, I can't believe she's turning 18 already." You sighed.
"Time flies, huh?" Leon grinned.
"It sure does." You giggled, snuggling closer to Leon.
"Hey, is Claire still planning to take Sherry for her first ride on her bike for her birthday?" You asked.
"Hell yeah, she is. She's got her Harley all polished up for the big day." He smirked. You laughed and let your head fall back against Leon's shoulder. He pulled you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest, and started littering soft kisses down the side of your face.
"Lee! What are you doing!" You giggled, trying to get away from his wet kisses. He held you tightly, not letting you escape his grasp.
"Jus' wanna see you smile, baby." He mumbled against your skin. With a mischievous smile, you let yourself fall onto the length of the sofa, dragging Leon on top of you.
You placed a sweet kiss on his lips, brushing some of his blonde locks out of his face.
"I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart." Leon whispered, looking at you with a smile, blushed cheeks and slightly red lips.
Maybe the color red wasn't so bad, after all.
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