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lipglossanon · 2 months

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Desire (I’m Hungry)

Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

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Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Leon POV, dark thoughts, being filmed without consent aka Leon’s making a sex tape and reader has no clue, dirty talk, daddy kink, kissing, biting, blood kink, oral (m & f receiving), pussy spanking, clit biting, unprotected sex, creampie

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today marks one year that I officially published my first Leon x reader fic that just happened to be Corrupt Cop Leon! 💜 so happy anniversary to the OG! 😘

Title from Desire by Meg Myers 💜

It’s not unusual to see a police cruiser parked outside the library on any given night. Especially when you’re inside, finishing up whatever class work you can before heading home.

Leon leans back against the passenger door, one leg crossed over the ankle of the other, arms folded over his chest. His walkie’s turned off since he’s not on duty and he can hear the whispers of people passing him by, from the curious looks of kids to loose women giving him sultry smiles. Except for a cursory glance, his mind doesn’t linger on any single one of them.

Drumming his fingers on his bicep, he tilts his head as he catalogs the outside of the building. He’s done this a thousand times at this point. Even before you knew he came around, when he would follow you home and watch you from his squad car. He kind of misses those days.

The sound of a door opening pulls his attention up the library steps. Once you fully step out into the cool evening air, your eyes immediately seek him out. Satisfaction coils deep in his gut as your face breaks out into a bright smile at seeing him. Although he loved quietly following you, having you seek him out is much better. His eyes track your body as you carefully take the stairs and walk over to him.

He only had to chastise you one time about not rushing down the steps. (You cried so prettily on his cock after he spanked your pussy raw. But the lesson stuck and he hasn’t had to remind you once, such a good girl).

“Hi,” your soft voice hits his ears and he’s smirking at your shyness.

“Hi, pretty girl, ready to go?”

You nod, “All set. Thank you for taking me home.”

“Of course, don’t want you getting hurt,” he murmurs, uncrossing his arms to brush a thumb across your cheekbone, “here, let me take your bag.”

Eyes fond, you hand him your book bag and wait for him to open the passenger door for you. Watching as you sit, he sees when your skirt rucks up around your thighs and it makes his blood run hot, pulse quickening in his neck. He walks around the trunk of the car, placing your bag in the back before climbing into the driver seat.

He checks his mirrors and blind spots before pulling away from the curb. As soon as he’s on the street, his hand grips the dough of your thigh closest to the gear shift. A giddy thrum of excitement bleeds through his thoughts when he hears your little gasp. You’re so easy for him. His pretty, perfect girl.

He no longer stifles those thoughts or impulses that once might have gotten him locked up. You invite his dark urges in with wet eyes and an even wetter cunt. Today’s special even if you don’t know it. He’s planned a little surprise, something he’s been wanting to do for a while now.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he watches you surreptitiously, taking in the changing expressions as he drives closer and closer to your house. Just seeing your face makes him ache all the way down to his marrow. He wants to sink his teeth into you until he tastes blood.

“Should we eat out for dinner?”

He glances over at you and tightens his fingers, giving your thigh a quick squeeze.

“Sure, sweetheart.”

He parks outside your house, letting you walk up to your front stoop first as he grabs your bag. You unlock the door as soon as he joins you, his hand palming your lower back to usher you into the house. Dropping your school bag down onto the floor, he uses both hands to grip your hips, pushing you back against the closed front door.

Desire pulses throughout his body, a deep seated hunger that makes him want to crack open your rib cage and crawl inside. He’s sure your beating heart would sate this visceral reaction to the possessive want that engulfs his thoughts.

But kissing you will have to suffice for now.

Your lips part on a sigh as he licks into your mouth, tongue greedy and hot as he tastes you deeply. His fingers dig into your skin, thumbs pressed uncomfortably against your hip bones; he gloats to himself as the twinge of pain has you arching into him. If he could, Leon would rip you apart at the seams, swallow you whole til nothing’s left.

You whimper into his harsh kisses while your hands grab onto his chest, badge nearly pricking your fingers as you try to find purchase against his uniform. He lets go of your waist to circle his fingers around your wrists, pushing them against the door on either side of your head. Pulling back, his sea dark eyes take in your dilated pupils and swollen lips.

Now, he thinks, is the perfect time to drag you into your room.

Leon kisses you again, heatedly, pulling you into the bedroom with little preamble. For the surprise he’s been planning, he made sure to sneak into your house earlier in the day. He then hid a camera perfectly angled on your nightstand where you couldn’t see it.

His mouth waters at the thought of filming everything he wants to do to you. Excitement heightens his aggressiveness. He can’t wait to take you apart in front of the lens, especially without you knowing. He shivers as he licks hungrily into your mouth.

“Leon,” you whisper when he drags his mouth down to bite your neck, “thought we were going out to dinner?”

“Well, I am gonna eat you out,” he crudely states with a grin, “but first let’s see those pretty tits.”

Biting your bottom lip softly, you step back and pull your shirt off. His eyes watch as you nervously take off your bra and drop it into the floor with your shirt. Leon lets his hands reach out to grope and pinch your hard nipples. His cock throbs where it’s trapped in his pants.

“Get naked, pretty girl, wanna see you,” he coaxes, smile wicked when you do as he says.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, he faces the camera, pulling you down into his lap, your back to his chest. The juxtaposition of having you completely naked on his lap while he’s in uniform makes him bite down on your shoulder hard. You squeal and try to move, but he wraps his arms around you, pinning you in place.

After you settle down, his hands move to squeeze the fat of your breasts until it dimples between his fingers. Your nipples tighten even further under his palms as he runs them across the stiff buds.

“Such a good girl,” he kisses the side of your neck, eyes glinting when they look over to the hidden device, “bet that cute pussy’s soaked, sweetheart.”

Squirming against him, you whine pitifully, grinding your wet cunt down onto his bulge, “Daddy, please.”

“Such a well mannered girl,” he coos sweetly, luring you into relaxing against him further.

The flat of his fingers come down in a hard slap against your pussy, a sharp gasp parting your pretty lips. Leon spanks across your fat cunt until you’re hiccuping little cries, tears streaming down your face to drip onto your chest. Even with the pain, you still part your legs for him, letting him drag his fingers across your wet slit.

He wonders absently as he toys with your clit if you’d let him bite you here, sink his teeth in your sweet little bud til you scream. That thought alone has precum dripping from his tip, making his briefs damp.

“Such a slutty cunt,” he whispers in your ear, feeling you shiver, “like when daddy shows you who’s in charge, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir,” you sniffle wetly.

That ugly need to hurt you ramps up again and he pinches your clit roughly until you bleat in pain.

“Good girl,” he chuckles, fingers softly petting your cunt, “my perfect girl.”

“All yours, daddy,” you automatically respond.

Your voice is hoarse from all your crying and it makes his chest burn like his solar plexus is caving in.

“That’s right,” he croons, cupping your breasts in his hands, thumbs swiping across your nipples, “daddy’s got such a smart pretty girl.”

He wants to laugh at how those words make you press against him, praise making you stupid and pliant for him.

“Get on the floor,” he pushes at your shoulders, “think that sweet mouth deserves a reward.”

Eagerly, you slide off his lap onto your knees, turning around to face him. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pushing them down his thighs so he can tuck his briefs underneath his balls comfortably. His weeping cock bobs in front of your face, tip brushing across your cheek and smearing precum across your skin.

“Kiss it, baby, show me how much you want daddy in your mouth,” he grins at you.

Your shyness just makes him harder as you press a feather light kiss to his dick. He watches as your lips and tongue work in tandem to gently kiss and lick at his fat cockhead. You sigh hard enough he feels the dampness of your breath before your tongue lathes underneath the foreskin, lapping up the sticky precum dripping from his slit. You moan while you taste him, eyes fluttering closed as you get more and more eager at sucking him off.

Thighs twitching, he grunts when you suck him into your warm mouth, tongue cupping the head when you withdraw, lips tightly wrapped around the tip of his dick. He feels as you circle the head of his cock with your tongue, dipping the slick muscle into his slit to draw out more precum.

“Good girl,” he groans when your mouth drops down to kiss and suck at his balls.

Leon keeps his gaze on you as you try to suck both of his balls into your wet mouth, whimpering when you can only fit one. Smearing your own spit across your face, you nuzzle into his squishy sac, mouthing and lapping at the sensitive skin before sucking each of his balls again.

Whining, you eagerly lap at his sac, tongue slowly tracing up the seam. Your lips meet the base of his cock before you flick your tongue back around his balls. Reaching down, he grabs the back of your neck, pulling your mouth up to suck on his cock. A choked off moan reverberates around his dick as your lips part to sink down around the first few inches. His abs tense when he feels the spit drip down his dick onto his balls.

“So good, sweetheart,” he murmurs, halfway tempted to gag you on his dick— maybe even choke you on it til you pass out.

More precum blurts across your tongue as he pictures your eyes rolling back, body going limp from lack of air. His fingers spasm around your neck as the tip bumps into the back of your throat. Bucking up into your mouth, the tightness around his cock increases and you retch loudly.

“Take it or I’m going to get mean with you,” he narrows his eyes down at you.

You cough again, a wet dirty sound as he pulls his cock halfway out of your mouth only to press back in deep, the fat head kissing the back of your throat immediately. It would be easy to keep you here, swallowing around him til he came or you blacked out. His eyes cut to the hidden camera before flicking back down to you. Maybe next time he’ll try it, but for now he wants to make this last longer for the video.

Rolling his neck til it cracks, he lets you go, watching with hidden glee as you pull off with a gross coughing fit and wet eyes. The dough of your thighs press together drawing his gaze where he can actually see a light sheen of slick coating them. Taking a hitched shuddery breath, you lean forward and kitten lick the head, soft tongue cleaning up any precum spilling from the slit down his cock.

A flash of your mouth split open and a bloody chin makes Leon place his hands under your armpits and yank you up, turning sideways to toss you onto the bed. He crawls on top of you and kisses you hard enough to bruise. Sinking teeth into your lower lip, he brings his vision to life as he works the wet skin til it splits, the warm taste of pennies flooding his mouth.

Growling like an animal, he sucks your bloody lip raw. He finally leans up, taking in the mess of your mouth with unreasonable pride.

“So pretty,” he smiles down at you, blood coating his teeth, “my sweet girl.”

“Yours,” you nod dazedly, eyes blown in arousal, “m’yours, daddy.”

He moves off the bed and begins to undress, taking extra care to set his holster and gun on top of your dresser. Once his uniform is off, he lays it out on a nearby chair in order to keep it off the floor. It just wouldn’t do to get it unnecessarily dirty.

He climbs back onto the bed, eyes zeroing in on your bleeding mouth with the awareness of a predator tracking prey. He smiles and grabs your thighs, shoving them up until they’re nearly touching your shoulders.

“Think it’s time I kiss my sweet girl hello,” his eyes drop from yours down to your soaked cunt, “aww, she always cries so hard for me, baby.”

He shuffles down onto his stomach, hands still pressing on your thighs as he leans in and kisses your swollen cunt.

“Greedy little pussy,” he chuckles derisively, “always begging for more.”

He slides his hands down from your thighs to the outside of your cunt, pulling your pussy lips apart to spit on your clenching hole.

“Daddy!”

He hears your voice crack before you gasp when he plunges his tongue into your pussy, fluttering the wet muscle as deep as possible into your spasming walls. You always taste like heaven, like he could die suffocated on your cunt and he’ll never find anything better. His eyes roll back when your slick floods his mouth, clit fat and swollen against his nose as your cunt squeezes down on his tongue.

Leon’s tongue laps at your hole before he runs the wet muscle up your slit to suck sloppily at your clit. He’s being as messy as possible; he knows you love it when your cunt’s coated in his spit after eating you out. The only thing better is when he cums all over your pussy, making you wear your panties to keep that sweet cunt wet and sticky with his seed.

Your cries and whines fall on deaf ears as he eats you out at his leisure. He makes you cum twice before finally trying out the little earworm that has eaten away at his brain since earlier. Thighs shaking from the last orgasm, you're completely out of it when Leon dips his head and bites down on your fat throbbing clit.

He growls and humps the bed as you thrash under him, hips trying to buck up to throw him off, hands digging into his hair but he doesn’t budge. He closes his teeth even tighter around your swollen bud and you screech, legs kicking out at him. Leon laughs at you, arms coming up and pinning your lower half down onto the bed. He readjusts his mouth and bites your clit harder than before.

“No, no, daddy! Please!”

You sob brokenly and Leon feels like he’s going to cum all over the sheets. Letting go, Leon pulls his mouth away for a second wanting to see your tortured little bundle of nerves. It looks so swollen that it makes his jaw ache. He licks and kisses over your clit until you’re whimpering in pleasure, hips writhing as Leon bathes your cunt with rough swipes of his tongue. He works you up to another orgasm and right as your pussy cums, clenching around nothing, he sinks his teeth back into your clit with a groan.

“Daddy, daddy! Leon, please!”

Your cunt gushes slick as the pain morphs into pleasure, babbling and pleading for more even as Leon sucks your bud into his mouth, hot tongue circling your abused clit.

“Ready for daddy to to fuck your pretty little cunt?” He rumbles, tongue lashing across your bundle of nerves making you whine.

“Please, daddy.”

There’s drool and blood all down your chin and he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon. If he were a better man, he would tell you so.

Leon crawls back up your body, dragging his cock against your thighs until the tip bumps against your sopping wet pussy. His eyes catalog your wince when his dick drags across your clit and he kisses you until spit runs down your jaw. Balancing himself on one forearm, he brings his other hand down to notch the tip of his cock at your soaked hole.

“Let me in, pretty girl,” he licks up the blood on your chin as he works his cock into your cunt, “let me stuff this soft little pussy with cum.”

Keening high in your throat, you grind your head against the pillow and Leon takes that opportunity to savagely bite into the side of your neck. He can feel you wheeze in pain underneath his teeth at the same time your pussy walls flutter and clamp down on his cock. Sweet satisfaction hums like electricity in his blood. He trails kisses from the nasty bite mark up to your ear, nipping the lobe.

“You like what I do to you, don’t you, sweetheart?” He kisses your temple before shifting until his forearms are on either side of your neck, hips rolling back before thrusting forward.

The tight clutch of your pussy makes him dizzy with lust, knowing he can do anything to you and you’ll not only take it, but like it. The camera is practically an afterthought by this point. Leon’s focus is now on making your hot little pussy cream all over his cock before he shoots his load deep into your hole.

“Always take it so well,” his baritone rumbles low in his chest and you shudder under him, “got daddy addicted to your soft chubby pussy, baby, always wanna be buried in her.”

Your nails dig into his skin but he loves the stinging scratches you leave on him; proof that you need him just as much as he needs you. He has half a mind to drag this out for hours and hours, but he really wants to send the tape over to Chris. Smugly show off his pretty girl and the sweet sounds she makes for him.

Leon prides himself on keeping his cool even when he’s buried to the hilt inside your deliciously hot pussy. This time, his nerves fray quicker than he’s used to; too many fun things have happened and all in front of the camera so he can look back on it later. Being able to watch your face again as he bites your clit makes his hips rabbit fast and hard against yours, pussy squelching loudly between your bodies.

“Got me so worked up,” he laughs, one forearm moving all he can glide his fingers down your side and across your hip, seeking out your sore clit, “squeeze the cum out of me, sweetheart, let daddy give you a nice thick creampie.”

“Ohhh,” you moan shakily, “daddy, please, w’nt it.”

“You’re gonna get it,” he promises, voice dark, “you’re gonna take everything I give you.”

The hot pulsing walls of your pussy makes his hips flex harder, bullying his cock into your cervix, needing to get as deep as possible in your body.

“Sucking me in,” he murmurs, fingers gently circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, “your sweet cunt’s made for this, isn’t she baby?”

“Yes, Leon, ‘m made for you,” you babble out, eyelashes sticking together from tears as you pant and moan, “daddy, I’m g’nna cum.”

“Fuck, then do it, pretty girl, cream all over me, work this cum into that sweet hole,” he groans when your walls clamp down on his dick.

He swipes across your clit a few more times as he ruts his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding the fat tip across your g-spot until your back arches, a loud scream pouring from your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praises, knowing you can't hear him, “doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

As your soft walls pulse and flutter around his dick, he adjusts his hands to hold him up above your body so he can rail you into the mattress.

“Too much,” you whimper, “Leon, s’too deep.”

“Shhh,” he reaches down to twist a nipple until you clench around his cock, “let me rearrange those guts, baby, daddy needs to cum, too.”

You nod, tears falling down your temples to collect on the pillow and his hips snap harder— the sight of you crying on his cock always does him in quick. He thrusts half a dozen more times before his hips begin to stutter. Burying himself balls deep, Leon’s cock kicks and throbs while he spills hot sticky cum all inside your clenching pussy walls.

While he fills your cunt with rope after rope of thick jizz, he groans long and low against your ear, “Perfect baby, taking it so well for me.”

“Leon,” you whisper lightly, hands carding through his hair and giving him goosebumps.

He settles his body weight down on you, cock plugging up your pussy so his cum doesn’t leak out onto the bedspread.

“Gotta surprise for you,” he kisses the side of your head and slowly maneuvers until he can quickly shuffle you around to face the hidden lens.

He pulls out his half chubbed cock, cream colored slick oozing from your pussy when he spreads it open.

Smiling up at you, he nods to your nightstand, “Smile for the camera, sweetheart. Show’em what a messy little pussy looks like.”

He watches in utter delight as your brows pinch together before realization dawns across your face. Tears bead in your eyes and he chuckles.

“Aww don’t be that way,” he croons, fingers digging into your used hole to work more cum into spilling out between your thighs, “be a good girl and let everyone see the creampie daddy left in your pretty cunt.”

Your cubby lips stay spread as he fingers more of his cum out of your hole.

“So swollen baby,” he groans, fingers glancing across your fat clit, “can’t wait to watch this back.”

You squirm but he catches the hitched breath and dilated eyes. Grinning darkly, he nuzzles against your ear.

“Maybe next time it’ll be a livestream of how I ream my pretty girl’s tight little pussy,” he kisses the shell of your ear as you moan quietly, “yeah, or maybe we’ll get someone in to watch me take you apart.”

You shiver and writhe against him, pussy sucking his fingers in even as he slowly drags them out of your spent cunt.

“Guess we’ll need to save that for later though,” he clicks his tongue, moving away from you to shut the camera off, “now let’s go get a shower so we can go out to dinner, sweetheart.”

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biird-rot · 2 months

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Leon Kennedy is Autistic: An Analysis by an Autistic Person

DISCLAIMER: This post and all the points I make are highly based on my OWN experiences. I often find parallels between my experiences as a disabled individual and characters I love to help me better cope with and process my feelings. Hate will not be tolerated!!!

Before I get started, I’d like to say that this is not even me scratching the SURFACE of the things I could analyze about Leon and apply to various autistic experiences, this is mostly just the things that resonate with me the most.

Parallel Play/Preferring to Work Alone

It could be attributed to trauma, and the fact he works in a government agency, but Leon has always been the flying solo type. Missions in which it would be better if multiple people worked on it (RE4) HOWEVER! Whenever he does work with others, he often goes off on his own and leaves whoever he's with to deal with what's there (DI, Leon going off immediately after being vaccinated by Rebecca)

Difficulty Communicating/Identifying Emotions

This also plays into the difficulty making friends and maintaining friendships aspect of being autistic. There isn't any direct/obvious representations of this occurring in the franchise, but it can be inferred based upon his interaction with Chris and Rebecca in RE: Vendetta when the two try to recruit Leon on their mission because of the intel he has on the type of BOWs they're dealing with. Speaking of RE: Vendetta, it can also be noted that Leon copes with his inability to cope with/regulate his emotions by drinking, and this is a habit he always had. In fact, he's essentially hung over in RE2, having drunk his feelings away after being broken up with the night before the Raccoon City incident, and he is literally drinking on the job in Damnation. Essentially, he's canonically an alcoholic. As an autistic person, sometimes I would turn to unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with my emotional dysregulation, especially when I was unaware that I was autistic.

Leon isn't a very emotional person in general, again, It could be chalked up to trauma, but lack of emotional expression is also a common experience/trait amongst autistics.

“Inappropriate” Responses to Situations

GODDDD this one is SO prominent in RE4R (hell, even the OG), Infinite Darkness actually everything he's in, I can name at LEAST 2 examples of this. To keep this short, I'll just name ones that I relate painfully hard to, and ones that I find hilarious.

To start, WHENEVR HE JUST SAYS "ok 🧍" in response to an emotional moment. RE2R, when Claire introduces him to Sherry, in RE4R, when Ashley hugs him and expresses her relief that he's okay, and in Infinite Darkness whenever he checks up on Patrick after the White House Outbreak. It never fails to make me lose it because he's just like me fr.

Thists a sillier one, but I want to mention it because it's so mecore.

Thank you to @highball66 for doing the lord's work of translating the Death Island manga yall seriously he’s a legend🙏

When Leon sends selfies of him on missions. That's it. He just sends it to Hunnigan and I think it's great.

Sensory Issues

Okay, I KNOW LEON IS A GOVERNMENT AGENT AND NEEDS SOME LEVEL OF GEAR ON MISSIONS BUT!!!!! Half the time he isn't even wearing a full set, not even a bullet proof vest. HOWEVER, I did notice that one thing he CONSISTENTLY wears (with the exception of a few instances) is GLOVES!!! This is more of a personal headcannon, but I like to think he's sensitive to texture, especially when handling guns and such, so he wears gloves, so it doesn't feel as terrible. To further back up his sensitivity to texture, in Death Island, after the Dylan BOW explodes and splashes water everywhere, Chris doesn't seem to care about being covered in water while Leon is flicking the water off him.

Literal Thinking - Coming off as Rude/Inappropriate Unintentionally

GODDDDD this is another big one, but I’ll only cover the ones that I relate to a lot to save time. Starting with his initial encounter with Jill in Death Island, they’re being chased by lickers and…well..this interaction

Exhibit B: This scene. He’s just so nonchalant about it and I do the exact same thing without like…intentionally being a “smartass” or whatever, I’m just being honest 🧍. Jill’s “Oh😒” at the end of the scene is really what made it hit home, because that’s how people typically react when i have a similar interaction with them

ANOTHER THING!!! All of the instances in which Leon casually asks “so you wanna get dinner?” Or something along those lines. It’s often interpreted as a poor attempt at flirting, but personally, I think he genuinely just wants food, and he doesn’t understand why ppl are like 🤨 when he asks. He just wants a nice dinner with a nice lady :(

Hyper-empathy

Small disclaimer here, autism is a SPECTRUM. And our empathy levels fluctuate every day. In Leon’s case, I see him being hyper-empathetic, much like myself. And being able to empathize so easily with people is incredibly draining. Additionally, a huge thing that is common among autistics is how we tend to respond to people who are sharing their struggles with us sharing our OWN experiences that are similar to theirs, and it often comes off as egocentric and selfish to “make it about us”, but in reality, that’s our way of saying that we understand what you’re going through, and it helps us process how you may be feeling as well. There are many scenes I could pull from, but I want to talk about one specifically in Infinite Darkness since it resonates so much with me:

The scene within ID in which Jason is having a nightmare, and Leon wakes him up, immediately asking him if he wants to talk about it. Jason recalls the nightmare and his trauma about Penamstan to Leon, and says that he has no idea what it was like, and Leon responds talking about his experience in Raccoon City, and how that affected him similarly

Special Interests & Using Media to Communicate Feelings

There are many aspects of this I could talk about, but I’ve already written 10 pages worth already in this post, so I’ll speed through it.

Personally, I think Leon has a special interest in film! He makes several references throughout the franchise, many of which are overlooked. Personally, my favorite reference he makes is in RE: Vendetta to Pulp Fiction (I think) when Chris and Rebecca confront him during his “vacation”

Final Notes/Conclusion

I had to cut a LOT out from my original mini-essay I wrote about this to fit it better on here, and make it not as boring to read lmao, but I hope you enjoyed my silly little analysis! I love being able to relate my experiences to others, fictional or otherwise, as it helps me feel less alone, and be able to process and cope with what makes my disability a…well, a disability. I hope fellow autistics find some solace in this as well, and please let me know your additional thoughts about this topic if you’re a fellow autistic Leon Kennedy headcannoner!!!

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ms-gallows · 11 months

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Leon Kennedy headcanons: Romantic Relationships

Reposting because tumblr ate it. Based on RE4 Remake Leon.

I said in a previous post that RE4 Remake Leon reminded me a little of Mr. Darcy. With his crush, he’d be more quiet than usual. Unsure of how to act on feelings (or if he should) and worried how his crush would react. Being slightly curt with his crush. Trying to sneak some stares and looking away just as he’s about to get caught. They would be certain that he dislikes them, when he’s really just nervous. They would never guess he had a crush on them because he’d seem so distant. But he would do some nice things behind the scenes. Overhear you saying you need to buy some trivial thing, you come back the next day and it’s on your desk. Stiffly suggests going out together, but just casually, of course. It’s not like he likes you or anything. Puts on a serious face and asks if you’d like to get coffee:

This is exactly the face he makes when he asks. This is a very serious situation. “Coffee. Would you join me for some?”

(RE2 Leon would have handled it differently. Still shy and awkward, but definitely less businesslike. More prone to blushing and chuckling nervously. “I was..um...wondering if you’d like to get some coffee. Sometime. Anytime-uh..”)

Now I think this cold/distant approach I’m describing is something that happens if Leon is actually romantically interested in someone. If he’s just looking to fuck he’s more suave and flirtatious. So if he has a one-night stand that turns into something more, his partner is going to be in a very awkward situation while he figures his shit out. He doesn’t seem like a romantic person, but the want for romance is definitely there. He’s just very pragmatic and task oriented. But in his heart of hearts, he wants something deep and intimate; a melding of two souls. He just doesn’t really indulge in those feelings because he thinks it won’t happen for him.

If someone gives him a very heartfelt and sincere compliment, he doesn’t really know what to do. He gets flustered internally and it doesn’t compute. Just kind of goes blank. That, or he laughs it off. Did they really just say that? Do I need to get my hearing checked? When pursuing women, he’s definitely got an urge to be gentlemanly. It can come off as a little traditional. He’s definitely egalitarian in his beliefs, he just falls back on convention with dating, ie: paying for dinner, giving his date his coat if she gets cold, etc. When pursuing men, that’s where he’s out of his element. In my headcanon, Leon didn’t accept he was into men until he was an adult. With women, he falls back on the conventions of dating, but with men, he has to rethink it. Do we split the bill? Do I pay? Does he pay? It’s easier for men to make him blush as well. When pursuing enbys, he’d be more careful and anxious. He’d probably still unconsciously take up a masculine role, but he’d ask a lot more about how they’d prefer he act. He doesn’t want them to be uncomfortable around him. Pays careful attention to how they want to present one day to the next if they’re fluid. (God damn it I want a fic of Leon finding out his crush is non-binary lol) Leon might take a little time learning to work with neurodivergent partners, but once he learns what they need, he’s very patient, understanding, and attentive to their needs. (sidenote: I adore autistic Leon headcanons)

Ends up dating normie women a lot, but has a soft spot for alternative women/men/enbys. They tend to enjoy the same music as him so he likes that. I get this feeling from Remake Leon specifically. I feel like OG Leon wouldn’t be interested in alt people that much.

Artistic types are foreign but intriguing to him because he doesn’t have a creative bone in his body. It would be so funny to see him getting with an academic nerd type? “I don’t care for this architecture. Who pairs Corinthian columns with Ogival arches?” “Yeah babe, it’s terrible.” (has no idea what they’re talking about) “Whoever is responsible must pay for this assault on my senses.” “I’ll get on that.” (sarcasm) He’s drawn to people who are intelligent and compassionate. People who are mature and capable of deeper discussion. Likes people he can learn from. Also a plus if someone can defend themselves or is willing to learn to. He doesn’t want to worry about their safety. It’s one of the main reasons he doesn’t look for a partner (for now...I’m sure there’s a breaking point. A dark sense of humor is also appreciated, though he typically makes sure to be sensitive with serious subjects himself. If you can get him to do a double take with a dark joke, he’s going to remember you. End: feel free to give feedback!

#leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re4 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #re2 #resident evil 2 #resident evil

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notes: so i feel like matpat explaining ada wong's character. but here's what I meant with my words because I don't want people to misinterpret my words over and over again. first of all: i personally headcanon ada is a woman who tries to get better, but she... can't really. she grew up (implied) in this world. she doesn't know how to properly care for people (that includes leon). just like Leon and the others: ada has trauma (headcanon) but given the context of the story. Ada doesn't change. Or changes properly for the better. anyways because she betrayed wesker... people forget that not everything is ABOUT leon. she is person who wants to save her own skin

if you don't agree. it's fine. don't attack me. this is a mix of og and remake with the given context of both stories. I like Ada as a character. I think she is fun. and this for me to understand her character for me. and for the others, it's unfortunate that I keep say this, but I am not treating leon as a baby. he has his only faults and this is just focused on ada as a character.

ada hates being a butterfly. a pathetic insect that flies around and declares itself with its beautiful wings. people just see them and want to oogle them, and for her... it's her body. ada is beautiful. it's all she hears from herself. her body, her face, her voice. people love to hear her speak, and they love to have their faces caressed by her. obviously, by the way she grew up in this cold world... it made her cold. she is a mercenary. her beauty saved her ass so many times. that's when wesker comes in and gives her a mission.

in that mission, she pretends to be a scientist, and during that time, she meets john clems (canon character). john was her first curious case in her life. he was in umbrella because he wanted to cure people. he was blissful, unaware of the world around them, and ada hated him. but he was the first one who actually cared about her. he trusted her smart head, her stubbornness. and... she fell in love with him. he was just a cute blond. john made her to his password and ada... ada took pictures with him. he was her maybe. but was he really? or was she using him. ada didn't know anymore.

when john was sent to the spencer mansion, ada didn't expect the rest of it to happen. john was her heart, and he died in a pathetic explosion. she didn't know the details, but she felt it had to do with STARS.

leon s. kennedy came into her life and she ruined his life. it wasn't on purpose. leon, like john, was blissfully unaware of the cruel world. but she wasn't. she knew the world. she made a mistake by kissing him because something snapped inside of him. he wasn't dumb. ada had underestimated him.

when she kissed him, she pulled close to him despite her running away from his touch.

that was probably the red flag.

"please?" ada asked him.

leon didn't answer like she wanted.

when leon discovered she was a mercenary, she immediately raised her gun without thinking twice. fuck no. this idiot. this dumb rookie won't win against her. she needed to calm down, she took a deep breath and lowered her gun. that's when annette shot her in the shoulder. how ironic, the bullet leon saved her from... came again. she fell and leon grabbed her. leon. the wonderful idiot still had kindness in him.

ada longed for that for herself. but kindness is a weakness. it's payments. if ada is saved by leon. she owes him, and he didn't stop it. it will be an endless line of payments.

now, six years passed. unaware of her, ada had cursed leon. leon is a broken man. not all caused by her, of course. they met for less than a day. not even a full night. but he doesn't trust people thanks to her. leon though sees ada as something. a bad reminder of the worst day of his life. he trusted her and after knowing her. he was blackmailed into working with the government. sure, it wasn't her fault. but he connected them together like a dumb child. it wasn't his fault. he is still suffering from his trauma.

ada on the other hand got to see her former co-worker. luis was different from john. luis was more aware of what umbrella did. however, he felt guilt of his actions. ada didn't understand it but supported his actions.

repaying for your sins. that's sounds harder said than done. and besides, luis was her only connection she had with her former life with john. it... meant something to her for some reason. then, when luis died. she wanted to honor him.

but new habits die fast. ada helped leon to save herself once again.

"have you changed ada? Or do you wanna use me again?" leon asked her. ada smiled. leon is a pile of people she had used, she just told him hours ago to leave ashley. ada doesn't want to be selfish but how else would she live? but... she forgets there is kindness in her. thats the flaw of ada wong.

she uses leon as her protection because of his survivors guilt. his guilt of letting people die, he protects ada yet they will never choose each other. would lovers always point a gun to each others faces? what had leon tried to learn about her? he didn't try. but it was fine. they owed it to each other.

when ada saw her clone. ada... ada felt sick. she felt like a damn pinned up butterfly in display. she will never be free.

#resident evil #ada wong #this like pure rambling from yours truly

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biohazard-4ever · 21 days

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Hi!!! I'm new in your blog and I love your posts about cleon <3.

I know there is no indication in canon that Leon ever told Claire about Ada (referring to just games and movies, not guides or other adaptations like manwhas).

I see og Leon telling Claire about Ada eventually, but do you have any hc that applies for remake Leon?

Like, do you consider believable that in remakes timeline that Leon tells Claire what happened with him in RC city emphasizing what happened with Ada (if we consider that seeing her fall was the most traumatic event for him during that night)?

OOOH I LOVED THIS! Remembering this is MY HC, guyyyys!

Well, regarding Leon telling Claire -- or not, about Ada... I say no. No he does not tell her. At least not in many words...?

Take Ada as Leon's failing his mission. He is a cop, meant to rescue and protect. He not being able to rescue or protect Ada would hit him pretty bad. We see him in RE4R kinda chewing on that, begging for things to be different now.

Then again, Claire, as a 19 years old college student managed to save a young child from that nightmare (only for Leon to fail with Sherry later on when the Gov., finds them and take Sherry for him?)

So, I would dare say Leon feels like one big failure. I don't think people like to talk about their failures and whatnots. Not because of pride, but because of how painful those experiences can be...

Maybe when alone with Claire Leon will let it escape that there were other survivors... Maybe he mentions Kento from the gunshop. Ben... Ada.

Besides, there is his gunshot wound. That would have to be addressed somehow. It is one thing to get bit or scratched in a zombie apocalypse -, a gunshot wound is not what you expect to have in such a scenario UNLESS there are other survivors around, to which Leon would have to explain a little more on the scenario about why someone would have shot at a cop. (Why Annette would have shot a Cop). So, bringing up Ada would have to be necessary.

So, what I say... I that Ada is that mistake that Leon desperately wants to fix. Not letting people die or get hurt on his watch. In the end, if Ada was any less plot-armored, she would have died on that fall...

#ask #question #answer #answered

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 8 months

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I've never actually seen the whole of The DNA of Damnation until today, just the part talking about "that night".

So imagine my surprise when, right before that part, scriptwriter Shotaro Suga says "[Leon's] cool but also has this sort of cuteness. He shows his real self when he gets in touch with a woman." and then it cuts to a clip of Ada introducing herself.

My subs might not be accurate (always the risk you take) but they literally mean that Leon is only himself when he's around Ada. They say "a woman" but they 100% mean Ada. He isn't like that around Claire, he can't let his guard down around Ashley 'cause he has to protect her, Hunnigan and Helena are more of the friendly coworkers type deal and even then Leon spends the first half of 6 wary about Helena. He's only a dork around Ada.

"I think I can fit it into my schedule."

"Ada the encyclopedia."

"Shouldn't sleep on the job."

He still has his guard up around her, especially in 4, but those lines still slip through. And she loves it. She loves him.

damnation i feel does add a bit of characterization to both leon and ada's character and are actually one of the few films that i feel flesh out the characters better. vendetta does as well to some extent, but it feels forced as leon's already in the process of grieving to some extent.

i've always interpreted the aeon ship this way. that leon can only really be himself around ada. he's silly but he makes her laugh in a way that only she reacts that way. in the remakes, they've repeatedly inserted the narrative that leon can not see claire in a romantic manner, still calling and treating her like a kid when she's in her late 20s. the bit of "flirting" at the fence in re2r i always kinda discount since it was always forced and even in the second run, leon's straight up rude to claire.

i'm also kinda glad they got rid of leon flirting with hunnigan because it does not fit in the remakes. i let it go in the og lol. in most of 6 leon is mostly just trying to keep helena alive. we also have to remember that helena is literally younger than sherry lol. he's not romancing helena and helena is a straight up lesbian.

they have this weird push and pull and that's one of the many reasons why i enjoy aeon so much

it's not easier, it's never going to be easy. but it's realistic and i like that

#ask heart #heart answers #anon #ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #leon x ada #leon kennedy x ada wong #leon s kennedy x ada wong

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At what age were they allowed to go topside? Cause i feel leo would be much more over protective and strict compared to og!splinter in the show

Well there are a lot of factors in it.

First of all the turtles are different ages. If he kept them underground until they were all fifteen like his father did that wouldn't exactly be fair. (That would mean that Rafa goes up to the surface first and the other three dont or they all have to wait till Michel turns 15 which wouldnt exactly be fair either)

And theres also the fact that the people of this New York are denser than a bag of rocks. (Considering the sheer amount of times Leonardo got called a furry/scalie is extremely high)

If the turtles are mostly covered up majority of people wont pay too much attention to them.

Unlike in Leonardo's dimension where most people scream at the sight of mutants.

So...he can work with this.

There are rules of course. The boys have to stay covered up, do not talk to anyone, stay in the shadows, stay close to him, etc

He takes them up to the surface one by one when they hit the age of 10. Its a test to see if they will be able to handle the surface.

Rafa obviously goes first, and despite getting distracted by several pigeons and crying when they passed by a Mrs Cuddles display in the toy store window, Rafa passed with flying colors.

Leon was next the following year. He kept running off too many times so it took a few more tries for him to pass. (He almost ran into the busy street at one point, Leonardo swears his heart stopped for a moment.)

Dani's time up on the surface was two weeks after Leon's. It was marginally alright until the poor boy got sensory overload from the busy city (too bright, too loud, too much happening) and he ran away. It took Leonardo almost an hour to find him in a dark alley, head buried in his knees and hands clamped over his ears. Another pair of hands were also pressed over his. That pair belonging to an eleven, almost twelve year old girl named April O'Neil. That test was a bit of a train wreck but nothing a pair of noise canceling headphones and sunglasses couldnt fix. Dani passed his next test with flying colors.

(And he got a human bestie out of it too)

Lastly was Michel.

If he passed this test, Leonardo would let them all go to the surface by themselves.

Michel's test was the one that somehow went both horribly wrong and yet he passed on the first try.

Michel got lost. The crowd had got him separated from Leonardo. He could see his father anymore among the sea of people. He was alone. When Leonardo finally noticed that his youngest wasnt next to him anymore (maybe doing this test while he had a massive migraine was a bad idea. But he had promised Michel that they would do the test that night) he panicked. He panicked badly. He was running through the crowds, trying to find his baby, until he was kicked into an alley by a yokai of some kind

Meanwhile Michel was wandering the city streets, until he saw a very familiar piece of graffiti on one of the walls. And once he tapped it he saw a very familiar Skeleton yokai.

Back with Leonardo he tried to fight the offender but it was difficult. (Highly stressed plus bad migraine)

And suddenly he has a knife to his throat, the perp demanding his money and Leonardo wouldn't be harmed.

The voice is familiar. One he hadn't heard since the fire ten years ago. Leonardo rips the yokai's hood off, revealing it to be Splinter. Now a homeless mutant rat.

"Its you." They both say, having not expected to meet each other again.

And then Splinter is smacked in the head and knocked unconscious. Señor Hueso pulled Leonardo to his feet, Michel wrapping his arms around his papa.

He went to go get help in uncle Hueso. Which made him pass the test.

Leonardo hugged his baby boy and started dragging Splinter home. Michel passed the test. He handled the stressful situation like a champ.

Until he was safe in papa's arms. Then he bawled his eyes out.

Leonardo didnt blame him.

On the plus side they got another uncle out of the situation.

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt

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ask-a-w · 8 months

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All That Remains

Summary: Leon tries to deal with his complicated feelings for a certain lady in red… Set during & shortly after RE6. Follows OG canon. Slight angst.

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The past forty-eight hours or so had been nothing but a series of nightmares one after the other. Being in the heart of not just one, but two outbreaks across different time zones was taking a toll and Leon was running on pure adrenaline right now. Even though he was vaguely aware of the B.O.W., smoke, and unstable structure beneath him, all his thoughts were now focused on Ada’s heavy head resting on his thigh.

The last time he felt such heft from her was back in Raccoon City when she seemingly died after being struck by the tyrant. He could remember how she went limp in his arms after the kiss and the sheer sorrow at reluctantly leaving her body behind.

He could not go through such anguish, not again. A mere hour ago, he felt his heart plummet into his stomach when Chris told him the news of her supposed death. Helena managed to catch on when he went quiet but he swiftly deflected her concern and pressed on with the mission, as always. In this line of work, one could not grieve immediately for lost allies. Only when he was alone and off the field, he had spent many nights downing countless bottles, trying to nurse the guilt and thinking of “What Ifs?”

When Leon saw her in the chopper laying down cover fire, there was confusion, followed by pure jubilation. He knew deep down there was something going on that was bigger than what he could comprehend. Something she alluded to back in the catacombs under Tall Oaks Cathedral. The blonde knew he could never get a straight answer with her and had long since abandoned any frustration at her riddles. The truth would be revealed, somehow.

Upon seeing her get struck by Simmons and almost falling off the walkway, all rational thought went out the window as he jumped after her. Leon vowed that he would not lose Ada, not this time. History will not repeat itself today. Despite how resilient Ada was, the urge to look out for her never truly went away. Sometimes he wondered if his complicated feelings for this beautiful soul were to his detriment.

“Get away from her, Leon!” A depraved voice jolted him out of his thoughts as he saw the ex-National Security Advisor point a finger at him accusingly. “You're not half the man she needs!”

Methodically, Leon readied his sniper rifle and he kept a steady aim on Simmons’ head as the older man’s flesh began to fracture in multiple places. Steam arose from his body, signalling an imminent transformation.

“Come with me, my love. We'll be together, forever!” Simmons raved once more as he turned back into what vaguely resembled a canine beast.

Leon felt repulsed on Ada’s behalf and shot back a retort. “Not if I can help it!” With a squeeze of the trigger, he fired a bullet into the monster’s face, repeating the motion until his clip ran out. How dare this asshole treat her like some sort of plaything?

Roughly more than half a minute had passed and Ada still had not stirred. It was worrying Leon and he was tempted to start CPR but he had a feeling Simmons would be incensed by a sight like that. Plus, he was still engaged in mid-battle and common sense dictated that he should not take his eyes off his opponent.

There was a short reprieve as Simmons was surrounded by zombies and Leon took the opportunity to find a pulse on her neck. It was beating strongly and he relaxed just a tad.

“Come on, wake up!” The blonde quietly urged the unconscious woman as he kept his gaze on Simmons.

Come on…! He’s getting really pissed off. We need to get to safety.

With one last desperate attempt, he pleaded once more, “If you're really Ada, I know you can pull through this. We both can.”

Having cleared out the undead around him, Simmons reared up on his hind legs and Leon’s eyes widened in fright at the realisation of what would come next.

Shit!

Without hesitation, he automatically cradled her head onto his palm and wrapped an arm around her like a protective cocoon, turning his back towards the enemy to shield her from harm’s way. He gasped as spiny projectiles peppered against his vest. It was not as bad as the bullet from Raccoon. Even if it was a gunshot, Leon would still take a dozen more for her.

At last, the blonde felt Ada stirring as she shifted her head, opening those hazel eyes and staring at him intently. No amount of words could express the utter relief he was feeling as a warmth spread through his chest. Leon took the opportunity to give her a once over for injuries. Compared to Tall Oaks, streaks of dirt and ash marred her usually pristine face. He noticed she was still in the same red & black outfit too. Briefly, he wondered how serious the situation was that she had no time to grab a change of clothes. Did it have to do with the other woman in blue that looked like her? Which one was the real one?

Ada gave him a faint smile as her gloved hand reached up to tap his as a gesture of thanks, “I was just resting my eyes.”

He responded wryly as both got up to face Simmons, “Shouldn’t sleep on the job.”

It was back to business as both unleashed their arsenal on the massive B.O.W.

"In case you haven't noticed, Simmons doesn't take rejection well,” Ada said between gunfire as she reloaded a clip.

Leon took the lead to cover her while Simmons began to shrink back to his human form, "Is there some backstory I should know here?"

"Nothing worthwhile,” she replied cryptically before she ran up to a de-transformed Simmons and pummelled him repeatedly in the face. The ferocity of her punches frightened Leon a bit as he unconsciously took a step back to give her space. From all the times they had fleetingly spent together, he had never seen her this enraged before. Ada Wong was usually calm and collected, her mask almost never slipping except that one time in the Raccoon laboratory. Just what did Derek C. Simmons do to her before this?

Steam emitted from Simmons once again and Leon almost yelled a warning to Ada but she too, noticed the anomaly and quickly disengaged. Zombies poured out of the adjacent buildings, seemingly attracted to Simmons, and both took turns to take care of the undead and Simmons. It almost felt like they had returned to the sewers under Raccoon City again where they wordlessly had each other’s backs.

Leon was emptying his pistol into the monstrosity when one of Simmons’ mutated limbs suddenly lashed out and smacked him away. The blonde felt himself tumbling off the edge and he managed to find purchase on the ledge with his dominant hand at the last second, clinging onto it for dear life. He grunted with effort as he tried to climb up with both hands.

Leon heard Ada shouting his name in the distance and footsteps coming towards him. He was prepared to see her smirk, maybe make a witty remark, before helping him up.

Imagine his disappointment when he saw an almost naked Simmons looming over him instead, cruelly stomping on his hand and the sudden impact made him lose his grip on the other.

"Do you want to live?" Simmons sneered at him as Leon tried to grab the ledge with both hands once more. It was short lived as his left hand got kicked away by Simmons soon after. "Then beg! Beg for your life!”

To drive the point home, Simmons deliberately dug his heel into Leon’s right knuckle. Thank goodness the agent wore gloves as it helped to lessen the pain. His right arm was beginning to burn and he hoped Ada had a plan because he could surely use it about now.

“I’ll pass!” Leon spat back through gritted teeth and the sound of gunshots close by made him hopeful.

“Can’t always get what you want, Simmons!” Ada said acidly and the blonde heard a metallic shing followed by the sound of squelching flesh.

“No! Nooo!” Was all Leon heard before he saw Simmons and Ada plunge past him. The blonde’s heart momentarily skipped a beat for the Asian woman’s safety before she fired her grappling hook.

“Let’s call this closure,” Ada declared before dropping the man like a hot potato. “You really should have moved on, Simmons.”

Leon quickly pulled himself up and ran across the walkway with gun in hand to track Simmons’ trajectory. He fell into a burning structure below, seemingly incinerated. The B.O.W. was no more.

He heaved a sigh of relief and caught sight of Ada in the opposite building where she was also witnessing Simmons’ demise. Her posture indicated that she was not in a huge hurry and it looked like she was choosing to savour the moment.

A dozen thoughts raced through his mind. Every time they had crossed paths back in Raccoon, Spain, and the Eastern Slav Republic, she was there to procure a sample. If this was her agenda now, what was she stealing this time? Chris mentioned she was a member of Neo-Umbrella and “caused all of this”.

If Ada already had a sample of the C-virus in the first place, she would not be here at all, right? What was her purpose here if she was not committing espionage? Other than dodging questions, all she had done so far was to aid them in taking down B.O.Ws. He was quite surprised when she had stayed with Leon and Helena for an extended period of time in Tall Oaks. Normally, she would make herself scarce within a minute. Her actions in the past few days did not line up with her usual modus operandi.

“What are you?” Leon pondered out loud to himself. “Why are you helping us?”

A ping from his cell brought him out of his thoughts and he read the message.

[txt] Wish I could stay longer but I gotta run. I've left you a little parting gift on the roof. See you down the road, Leon.

What?

She wanted to stay this time? That was never an option before.

He looked up and caught a glance of Ada waving goodbye to him before turning away.

“ADA!” Leon exclaimed her name for the umpteen time and reached out for her, watching her silhouette saunter out of sight beyond his fingertips. Try as he might to prevent himself from feeling this way, a part of him always broke at her departure.

"What are you waiting for?” Helena’s voice rang out on his earpiece. “Go after her."

His gaze flicked back and forth uncertainly, seemingly tempted by Helena’s suggestion.

Unfortunately, it was drilled into him that the job always came first. Even when he was infected by the plaga in the rural Spanish village, he always prioritised Ashley’s safety over his own health. That’s why he became a cop all those years ago, to help those in need, even if it was slowly killing him on the inside.

“No,” he turned around to face Helena. “We're sticking together.”

With one last glance at where Ada was, he forced his feet to run in the opposite direction. Leon had to remind himself that Ada Wong was a capable individual who was a survivor, just like him.

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Of course Simmons was not dead. He had to continue mutating into a gargantuan housefly. Seriously, this virus was just absolutely bizarre. On top of being bone tired and ravenous, Leon was now drenched by rain. Thank goodness Ada left a RPG for them to utilise and he made quick work of dispatching Simmons for good. The blonde did not know what to make of the pink lipstick mark on the warhead though. Was it meant for him or was it her idea of a cheeky send-off for Simmons?

Helena stood beside him as they watched Simmons' body get impaled by the obelisk in the middle of the Quad tower. The previous time they walked away, Simmons got up again. Now, both of them had the responsibility to ensure he was truly dead. They could see a pool of blood forming at the base of the obelisk and Leon was disgusted when it took the shape of the Umbrella logo.

“That’s for my sister,” Helena said solemnly after they stared at the corpse for a couple of minutes, satisfied that the man who had tortured and tormented her would no longer be claiming any more victims.

Expressing sympathy for his new partner, Leon carefully placed a hand on her shoulder, “Come on, let’s get to the chopper.”

Both jogged back to the helipad and when Leon opened the door, the sight of a golden circular object on the pilot’s seat greeted them. He could only stare at it blankly as a series of questions filled his mind. Was it a booby trap? Did Ada leave it behind by accident?

No, everything she did had a purpose.

“Is that Ada’s?” Helena asked, equally bewildered.

Hesitantly, he clutched the compact and thumbed the switch, watching the lid open up to reveal some makeup. His reflection in the mirror gazed back at him and he looked a little worse for wear. Was it another joke from Ada? That he needed to look decent?

He felt his pinkie finger get pushed up and he slid it to the side, waiting with bated breath for the hidden compartment beneath the makeup to be unveiled. A memory card was seated within and he grabbed it before handing off the makeup to Helena. She would have a use for it, right?

Inserting the card into his phone, a series of images floated on the screen, some of them featuring Simmons standing in front of tanks of B.O.Ws. He moved his phone closer to Helena and she gasped, “Leon, this is-”

“Evidence that proves Simmons’ guilt.” The frown he was wearing finally went away. He would hate to sit in an interrogation room for hours.

“Which means it will prove your innocence.”

Leon furrowed his brows again, confused by Helena’s statement. She was still hellbent on taking all the blame and making sure he came out clean.

He softened his features and turned towards her, “Our innocence.”

Despite a shaky start to their alliance in Tall Oaks, Helena had proven herself trustworthy and still did the right thing in the end. He would not let someone who was blackmailed face the gallows alone.

She merely scoffed. “I don’t need it.”

“Helena…” His voice was still kind and he was not going to change his mind on persuading her.

But that would have to wait as his phone began to ring. The blonde accepted the call and saw his favourite F.O.S. agent on the screen. “Good news, Leon,” Hunnigan said with a small smile on her face. “We've found a way to defeat the virus.”

Before Leon could reply, an explosion from behind caused them to flinch in surprise. He glanced back and saw a sizable fireball rise up the tower. They ought to leave now lest the structure start collapsing.

“Copy that. We're on our way back. See you soon,” he replied Hunnigan hurriedly and gestured to Helena to enter the chopper as he ended the call. “Let's go.”

His partner complied and jumped into the pilot seat, checking the controls while Leon took the opportunity to cast another look at the burning Quad Tower. Was this Ada’s handiwork? Would she be able to make it out alive? He contemplated going back to check on her but as quick as that idea came into his mind, he knew that she would be fine.

After all, she left the chopper for them, didn’t she? That would mean she already had her own exit plan. Whatever it was, Ada was no damsel in distress.

Leon was not a praying man but he silently wished her well, thinking wistfully on when they would cross paths again. With that, he climbed into the chopper and shut the door.

Helena fired up the chopper and they ascended to freedom. She glanced over at the blonde and he noticed the hardness in her eyes were now gone, replaced by sheer optimism. The evidence would definitely help them; they did not have to skulk around like fugitives any more.

He smiled back reassuringly and drew his attention to the city below. Whatever hope he felt a second ago was swiftly replaced by ire for bioterrorism. Why did countless innocent people have to die for this? No matter how many times he asked himself this question, he could never come up with a satisfactory answer.

The senseless carnage below was now part and parcel of what he saw on a semi-regular basis.

His thoughts were once again interrupted by his buzzing phone containing instructions from Hunnigan to fly to the next city’s airport an hour away. He relayed that information to Helena and began to take the time to do a quick run through of Ada’s intel.

Speaking of the mysterious woman in red, the faintest scent of her perfume lingered in the cockpit along with the odour of gunpowder and sweat. Leon could almost imagine her seated beside him, giving him a coy grin as he slowly uncovered the truth. Sometimes he wished she was more forthcoming instead of engaging in a cat and mouse game.

The blonde started with the images first and they featured the laboratory beneath Tall Oaks Cathedral as well as Simmons inspecting some tanks with yellow humanoid husks.

He frowned at the husk which was similar to the one he saw on Ada’s tape… Was she always a B.O.W.? She mentioned that Simmons did not take rejection well so did that imply she had been working with him? If Simmons did all this, how much did Ada have a hand in it?

Everything he thought he knew about Ada Wong was being put into question. Chris did say she killed his men and caused the Lanshiang outbreak. Her presence in both incidents within the past few days and the fact she kept running away was becoming even more suspicious.

If she was indeed a bioterrorist, how could he still have feelings for her?

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“We’re here,” Helena nudged his elbow and Leon stirred awake with his phone in hand. He looked around and found the chopper on a tarmac.

“It’s been an hour?”

“You fell asleep shortly after you started looking at the evidence.” She said matter-of-factly. “We can review it together on the plane ride home.”

Was he so engrossed in his thoughts that he was not aware he closed his eyes for a nap? His body must have been more exhausted than he thought.

They exited the chopper and showed their government IDs to the personnel waiting at the end of the runway with a tablet in hand. “We are waiting for more diplomatic evacuees and the plane will leave in an hour. You can wait in the lounge,” he gestured to the building behind him and tried not to show his discomfort that these two agents were reeking.

Their departure was eventually delayed so they took the time to freshen up with showers and fabric sprays for their clothes. In a private booth in the lounge, both reviewed the evidence in depth. Some contained short reports from researchers which barely skimmed the surface of the atrocities that were committed.

There was one referencing what was planned for Deborah and Helena’s fists were clenched the whole time while tranquil fury radiated from her. When they reached the bottom of the evidence list, the final note made both of them especially enraged.

The assassination was successful. Make sure to set all Lepotitsa in Tall Oaks to self destruct and prepare for Operation: Bacillus Terminate.

Leon Kennedy and Helena Harper are following me to China. They were reported dead by the FOS, but the report is false. Make sure a Lepotitsa gets on their plane so that the FOS's report doesn't go to waste.

“If he weren’t already dead, I would kill him again,” the muscle in Helena’s jaw twitched as her teeth remained clenched. Leon understood her anger as he too, was still enraged at the loss of seventy thousand innocent citizens because Simmons wanted to cover up the truth of Raccoon City.

Simmons’ notes depicted a completely different man, he was raving about keeping the world in balance and had no qualms about his cruel experiments. It was a stark departure from his affable and cool headed persona as the National Security Advisor.

“I’m sending this to Hunnigan. She’ll have it sorted out. In the meantime, get some sleep on the plane later. You’ve been up for two days,” Leon said softly as he encrypted and relayed the evidence on a secure channel.

An announcement was made over the PA system that they were ready to depart and Helena got up to join the line, mulling over the evidence and Leon’s advice to rest.

The blonde watched his partner stroll off and he did another run through at the proof Ada gave… It listed Simmons’ guilt and crimes but there was no mention of her at all. It was extremely suspicious. How could she seemingly unleash a devastating outbreak and why would she help them clear their names at the same time? What were her motives here?

He sighed inwardly as he proceeded to board the plane, taking a seat beside Helena who stared out the window, lost in thought. At least the chairs were spacious and comfortable like their flight into China. Leon hoped the journey would be uneventful though, he did not have the mental capacity to endure another global catastrophe so soon. The boarding process was taking a while and he found himself closing his eyes to doze off for just a bit…

Leon was not aware when the plane took off but he awoke with a start when the aircraft lurched from turbulence. He noticed the lights in the cabin were slightly dimmed and saw the other passengers were napping in their seats.

“I thought you said you couldn’t sleep on planes,” Helena whispered.

He rubbed his neck to massage the kinks out of it before replying quietly, “Guess my body decided it was a good time to power down after two days of no sleep. How long was I out?”

“Three hours or so. You were also jerking your legs in your sleep whenever the plane encountered turbulence. First time seeing you wake up because of it.”

The blonde muttered an apology. “Did I keep you up because of that?”

Helena shook her head, “I had a lot on my mind and was doing some thinking.”

“Let’s go to the discussion tables at the back,” Leon unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out to the aisle with his partner following him. He grabbed bananas and bottled water as they passed by the galley and took a seat at an enclosed booth for two.

He handed half of the fruit and water to Helena and she gave him her thanks. Her eye bags were prominent and he could see she was as exhausted as him.

“You need to get some sleep, Helena.”

She sighed and placed a palm on her forehead. “Every time I try, I just see Deborah slipping out of my grasp. I did this. All of it.”

Leon shook his head. “You were blackmailed, and we have the evidence to prove it.”

“I did lie to my fellow agents and it caused the President to be unguarded for a period of time. I’m going to own up to my mistake. Don’t try to talk me out of it!” She said fiercely as she took a sip of water.

“… Alright. It’s also up to the disciplinary committee to decide,” Leon said softly and continued to speak, “They’ll also have to review the evidence and record our statements. You know I’ll relay everything you did and put in a good word for you.”

She finally conceded, “Fine. I doubt they’ll be lenient though.”

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An hour before reaching their destination, Hunnigan finally acknowledged that she received the evidence.

[txt] Take note everyone on the plane will have to undergo a mandatory 14-day quarantine.

[txt] Use this time to write your post-mission report. You’ll most likely be interviewed through video call.

[txt] Don’t be surprised if both of you are treated with suspicion upon arrival. I’ve been trying to get the evidence out to relevant parties as fast as I can.

The last text made Leon despondent and he did not have the heart to wake Helena. She only managed to fall asleep a couple of hours ago after staying awake for most of the flight. He, on the other hand, kept drifting in and out of sleep as he was awoken by the slightest turbulence. Call it a job hazard but his senses would kick into overdrive whenever something disturbed the quaint silence.

He decided that he would update Helena when they land. Feeling a bit peckish, he returned to the galley, only to find that the basket of food and drinks were kept in preparation for landing. The blonde sighed and walked to the lavatory to make himself somewhat presentable, smoothing down his messy locks that got mussed up during his nap.

Even though he got a shower in the airline lounge, his clothes were still stained with soot and grime. Guess Ada’s makeup mirror from earlier was a reminder that he indeed looked like shit. It was no wonder the other passengers gave them a wide berth. As quickly as thoughts of her entered his mind, Leon stifled it. He did a good job of not going down the rabbit hole so far during the plane ride, he would not succumb to it now.

Leon returned to his space when the captain made an announcement that they were beginning their descent. Helena shuffled in her seat before she opened her eyes, putting her chair in an upright position.

“Slept well?”

She shrugged and yawned, “I probably need a solid eight hours of sleep.”

“Hunnigan mentioned that everyone on this aircraft has to be quarantined. You can repay your sleep debt then.”

Helena raised an eyebrow. “Quarantine? We weren’t infected.”

“It’s standard protocol,” Leon replied reassuringly. “I’ve been through a few of them myself. Gives you plenty of time to finish the post-mission report.”

There was a groan of annoyance from her, “I hate writing reports.”

He chuckled, “That’s part of the job when you become an agent, I’m afraid.”

As the flight attendants began making their way down the aisles to ensure the cabin was prepped for landing, Leon informed Helena about the possibility of being arrested on arrival.

If there was any surprise or disappointment, she did not show it. Instead, she decided she would gracefully accept the outcome, whatever it may be. “Okay,” was all she said as she watched the little plane model circle around the airport on the TV screen.

“Do you want me to leave her out in my report?”

Leon turned towards Helena, having an inkling whom his partner was referring to and he was touched by her empathy. “I’ve always written about her presence whenever I’ve encountered her. They’ll find out if you omit anything. It’s… better to state the truth.”

Not that anything ever came out of it as he had yet to see Ada on any wanted lists.

His heart clenched once more as he tried his hardest to keep her out of his mind. Under normal circumstances, he would gladly daydream about her. However… her being a bioterror suspect was gradually sending him into a tailspin. Leon had underestimated the vice-like grip she had on his emotions.

Helena saw him being contemplative and quiet once more and chided herself for bringing up Ada. It was plain as day that Leon had a soft spot for the mysterious woman in red but he kept dodging it.

The remainder of the flight was spent in silence and the passengers were relieved as the wheels touched down on the runway. They have successfully escaped the outbreak in Lanshiang.

They were escorted out of the plane in groups and as the plane slowly emptied out, both Helena and Leon were instructed to stay in their seats. The government agent had a bad feeling they would be the last ones to disembark.

Sure enough, when only the two of them were left on the plane, the flight attendants nervously made themselves scarce and they were replaced by stern-looking men and women in black suits. The group stood a distance from them and folded their hands behind them.

“Agent Kennedy, Agent Harper, please disarm yourselves,” the guy in the lead said and Leon nodded. The blonde slowly and methodically laid out his weapons and ammunition on the tray table, not making any sudden movements. Helena followed suit and she was glad she managed to prevent her hands from trembling.

“We have already received intel from the F.O.S. but this is just a precaution. You two were the last known people to be in contact with President Benford, after all.”

Leon hated what he was insinuating and was tempted to fire a glare at his fellow agent but knew better to keep his emotions in check. Any misdemeanours would make the investigation unfavourable for them. Leon bit his cheek and kept his head down, patting the various pockets on his vest to ensure he removed everything.

The guy in-charge had their weapons collected before motioning at them to follow. At least they weren’t being handcuffed which was a positive sign. But why did it feel like they were undertaking a walk of shame?

Even though any semblance of Adam Benford was long gone upon turning into a zombie, Leon was still the one to pull the trigger. Technically, he did shoot the president. He felt another wave of emotion surging within him as he brooded about his old friend but the Sun shone down on his face as he stepped out of the plane, halting his thoughts.

The blonde squinted in response and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust before he noticed minibuses and cars waiting outside the plane. There were no armoured trucks or armed men which was a relief. Leon made a note to thank Hunnigan for her timely intervention.

“Please follow me, Agent Kennedy. Agent Harper, please follow my colleague,” the guy in the lead gestured to a ponytailed agent.

Leon turned to Helena and gave her an encouraging smile. She returned the gesture and held her head high as she entered a grey car while Leon got into a black sedan. He wondered if separating them was necessary when they were heading to the same destination.

The only thing out of the ordinary was when they were brought in via separate entrances. It was not like they were hatching a plot to escape in the first place. Guess the higher ups were still distrusting of them.

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This was turning out to be the hardest report Leon ever had to write. He struggled to remain impartial with regards to Benford and Ada, often finding himself hitting the backspace key whenever he tried to justify his actions in Tall Oaks.

Usually, he would nurse a can of beer to power through the mind-numbing task but the only beverages provided during quarantine were water and caffeine. If agents wanted something else to consume, it would come out of their pockets. The blonde caved in and ordered two six-packs of Blue Moon. That should tide him over the rest of quarantine… provided he did not binge.

His alcohol stash arrived around dinner and his spirits were lifted instantly. It felt like he had finally found water after wandering around aimlessly in the desert. With liquid courage in hand, the blonde managed to keep his report factual, listing things as they were.

He completely lost track of time and did not realise it was a couple of hours past midnight when he was in the middle of recounting the events in Lanshiang. Leon scrubbed his face with the palm of his hand and let out a yawn, allowing the sleepiness lingering in his head to sink in. He shuffled off to the bathroom to brush his teeth before trudging back to bed, face planting on the pillow and snoozing like a log.

An incessant ringing hours later brought him out of sleep and he let out a soft curse. There was no peace during quarantine. His hand reached out to fumble at the various objects on the bedside table before he finally found his phone.

Seeing Hunnigan’s name on the screen gave him a sense of urgency and he bolted upright, not caring that he had bedhead. She had seen him in worse states than this. “Good morning, Hunnigan. What’s up?”

Turning a blind eye to the fact that the blonde had obviously just woken up, Ingrid pushed up the glasses that fell down her nose bridge and began to type rapidly. “Leon, are you done with your report?”

He shook his head, “Right down to business huh? Isn’t the deadline at the end of next week? Did they move it up?”

“No. The F.O.S has uncovered more evidence and it’s best you see them. It might influence the outcome of your report.”

Leon sighed, “And here I was getting a headstart for once.”

Ingrid gave him an apologetic look. “I should warn you that it involves a certain individual you’ve mentioned in the past. I recommend that you read the text files first before reviewing the photographs.”

He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Okay…?”

Her comment was very vague as he had listed down the names of numerous people in previous reports. Just whom was Hunnigan referring to?

“Sending the files via email…” Ingrid made a few clicks with her mouse before punching the enter key. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

Leon shrugged, “Nothing much to do other than work, eat, and sleep.”

He was ignoring the question and it made Ingrid worried. She knew he had ordered beer yesterday too and it was something he sought comfort in whenever the situation was emotionally heavy on him.

“I see…”

“It feels like you’re about to lecture me,” Leon said as he got out of bed and placed his phone on a desk.

Ingrid scowled at the screen which was now giving her a view of the ceiling, “I’ve been working with you for almost a decade, Leon. Of course I care about your well being.”

Leon knew she meant well and moved back into eyeshot. “I know. I guess I’m still a little tired, that’s all.”

It was a white lie and Hunnigan could easily see through it but she decided to drop the matter. At least he wasn’t snapping at her and hanging up the call. “You should check in with Helena too, see how she’s coping with the report.”

The doorbell buzzed, signalling a meal delivery.

“Maybe after I’m done eating. Breakfast is here. Talk to you later,” the blonde pressed the red ‘X’ to end the call and opened the door to pick up his bag of food.

It was a breakfast burrito today and he was pleasantly surprised by the menu variety. Based on past experiences, breakfast mostly consisted of sandwiches and bagels, sometimes pancakes. This was the first time he was given a burrito and it was scrumptious. Or perhaps he was just hungry and everything tasted good.

He opened his email and downloaded the attachment while he ate. The evidence appeared to have been sorted by Hunnigan, since it was conveniently listed in numerical order. He surmised he should start from number one.

I've warned Adam time and time again not to go public with the details on the Raccoon City Incident…

Leon remained expressionless as he read Simmons’ plan for assassinating Adam. He had already spent enough energy being furious towards the ex-National Security Advisor and he ought to keep a level head if he wanted to finish this report.

The next one was also about Simmons and it appeared to be written just after he and Helena confronted him in China. “The Family” was mentioned once more and Leon wondered just how dangerous this mysterious faction was. Were they the ones Ada alluded to in Tall Oaks? The people that were pulling the strings? Leon was long aware of some form of corruption within the government and he mostly kept his head down. Their goals were usually aligned, to keep the world safe from bioterrorism. He had no reason to rebel against the institution.

But now, Leon wasn’t sure what to feel any more… He had already given up his youth to this unrelenting life, accepting things as they were, doing jobs as he was told. What was one more harsh truth? It was not like he had the power to revamp everything from inside out.

He exhaled loudly through his nose and pinched his nose bridge as he continued reading, feeling confused by Hunnigan’s cryptic statement that the evidence had someone from his past. To his knowledge, he had never referred to Simmons in his previous reports.

Derek has lost his mind to the mutation, so all that needs to happen now is for the government to kill him. What was he injected with? It seemed to be based off of the C-Virus, but I've never seen a mutation like that. It must have been something that Ada cooked up with Neo-Umbrella. If we could get a sample of it, we could do some research. I'll have to get some of our people on this.

Ada’s name caused his heart to involuntarily skip a beat. So that’s what Hunnigan meant.

Truthfully, he had grown numb to the accusations of Ada being a leader of Neo-Umbrella now. If she had already made her decision to go down this path, so be it. She was an adult, after all. It was her choice to make her bed and sleep in it.

Derek Simmons death has been confirmed.

Neo-Umbrella will also probably not be left standing for long.

The new leader of The Family has been chosen.

We need to come together and persevere as we have in the past if we are to keep balance in the world.

Leon frowned at the statement of Neo-Umbrella apparent demise. Was Ada apprehended then? He quickly pursued the rest of the files. Other than Simmons leaving instructions for Tall Oaks’ extermination and a researcher speculating the origins of the C-virus, there were no more references of Ada. One note confirmed his hypothesis that the grotesque gas monster they encountered at the cathedral was indeed the source of the outbreak in Tall Oaks.

The mention of the Lepotitsa emerging from a chrysalid did raise his suspicions though. Because Deborah certainly did not become one and Ada looked perfectly normal in the video he watched. Not only could this new virus turn people into zombies, it could mutate them too? This was something the T virus could not do. Like what the researcher mused in one of the previous notes, who was so vile to combine the G and T-Veronica viruses?

The last note was even more puzzling as there was no signature.

After 10 years and 12,235 experiments, it's finally complete.

Thank you, Ms. Radames. I owe it all to you.

4/30/2009

Who was Radames? What experiment began in 1999 and was completed over four years ago? How was this evidence supposed to help him with the report at all? Even though they provided some answers, more questions were popping up in Leon’s mind.

Finally, it was time for him to review the photographs which were satellite images.

The first one was a tad grainy and featured a blurry figure just outside a ship. It appeared that the individual was… falling? Their hands were loosely outstretched, as if they were reaching for the stars.

The second picture was clearer and Leon felt his stomach churn. It was Ada in a blue dress with her arms splayed out to the side. There was a dark stain fanning out on the ground beneath her. It did not take a genius to deduce that she was in an unmistakable pose of death.

Even though he knew she was still alive, Leon could feel the room plunge into a chilly, eerie silence as he broke out into a cold sweat. The sensation of bile rose up in the back of his throat and he fought to keep his breakfast down.

The blonde tore his eyes away and gazed out the window, focusing on the clear blue sky outside his room.

His reaction was peculiar though. He had witnessed countless corpses, especially in Raccoon City. While the first few encounters were nerve wracking at first, he had become desensitised to death over the years. Leon was not expecting such a response to a photo of Ada.

She was bonded to him way stronger than he cared to admit.

When his breathing and heart rate normalised, he flipped to the next image. It was a familiar figure in red walking out of the ship.

Oh.

OH.

What?!

Leon was at a loss for words as a million thoughts raced through his mind. Which one was the real Ada Wong? Was the other woman the one who was in charge of Neo-Umbrella? Why didn’t Ada tell him about this?!

Wait a minute.

The chrysalid. The mutations of the C-virus. Could they change someone into a different individual? If the C-virus experiments started in 1999, a year after Raccoon City and Rockford Island, then Ada’s and Simmons’ reactions toward each other made sense.

Leon could more or less deduce what happened. Simmons was one of the few who made the decision to annihilate Raccoon City while Ada was still in it. She probably did not take kindly to that and left. He wanted her back ever since, for reasons unknown.

Not allowing his mind to stray too far, his fingers automatically opened the final series of photographs in rapid succession. They featured Ada, the one he had always known, looming over her dead “twin” before some kind of liquid spewed from the doppelganger's corpse and caused Ada to edge closer towards the ship.

The blonde clicked next on his keyboard and drew a blank. He had reached the end of the evidence without knowing it.

“Damn!” Leon swore under his breath as he was now feeling a swirl of emotions within him. There was relief that the woman he held a torch for was not a bioterrorist. It was followed by worry as all this time, she was managing this situation by herself and everyone was none the wiser.

Hell, she was being hunted for a crime she did not commit. No wonder she did not have time to grab a change of clothing as she went from Tall Oaks to Lanshiang.

Why did she leave such vital information out of the memory card though? What’s wrong with letting people know her identity was stolen? It could have cleared her name easily and Chris would not waste time chasing tail.

Concurrently, Leon was confused about what to do with the evidence. How was it going to help his report? He already knew Simmons orchestrated the destruction of Tall Oaks. What value would this add other than easing his conscience?

The blonde reached for his phone and dialled Hunnigan. “I’ve reviewed everything. I just don’t understand why you sent it.”

Ingrid could not believe the words coming out of his mouth. How dense was he? She did a quick inhale and exhale before replying, “The investigating committee will interview you at the end of your quarantine. It would be best if you were prepared.”

“Prepared?”

“For the questions that would be thrown your way, Leon. They are bound to ask what happened and you do not want to be caught off-guard.”

His eyebrows remained raised. “Isn’t that cheating? Are you allowed to do this?”

If she could reach through the screen, Ingrid would have strangled him. “You’re a field agent assigned under my charge. Of course it’s my responsibility to aid you in any way.”

And Helena mentioned you were worried about Ada too.

Hunnigan thought to herself but knew she could not say it out loud lest he denied his feelings even further. Through the years, she could not help but have reservations for this mysterious Ada Wong. Whenever Leon was questioned on why he did not bring her into custody, he would always retort that she was not part of his mission objective. Even though it was clear as day that she was up to something shady.

It wasn’t until Helena confided in Ingrid on what happened in Lanshiang. His actions made sense now. The stoic Leon S. Kennedy was human, after all. Well, as long as Ada was not a threat to national security, she would close an eye for Leon’s sake.

A small blush bloomed on Leon’s cheeks when he finally realised what she was implying. Was he really an open book? Still, he was grateful for her actions.

“Thank you, Ingrid,” it was a rare occasion that he addressed the F.O.S. agent by her first name and she looked surprised as well before her features softened into a smile.

“You’re welcome. I’ll await your report.”

The call ended soon after and Leon stood up, pacing in front of the window as he contemplated on what he would do next.

On a whim, he scrolled to the text message that Ada sent a couple of days ago and re-read it again.

See you down the road, Leon.

He clicked her name and it brought up a number. His thumb remained hovered over it, undecided if he should make the call.

No, he would not idle around for another chance encounter. Time for him to take the lead for a change. Pressing the big green “call” symbol, he waited with bated breath and was not surprised when it could not connect, immediately going straight to “The number you have dialled is not-”

The blonde hung up before the sentence ended. Of course Ada would use a burner phone. It was wishful thinking on his part that he thought he could contact her at a moment’s notice. He did not know when would be the next time they crossed paths. Every time he went on a mission, he silently hoped she would appear since she always popped up in places he least expected.

There was no discernible pattern to her appearances. The past couple of encounters had a two year gap but before that, the wait was much longer. Leon was crestfallen at the thought there would be a lull period of years before he ever saw her again.

No news would be good news, right? Even though she was a gifted woman, a small part of him would constantly fret about her well being. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. There was nothing he could do now but finish his work.

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On the last day of quarantine, Leon tugged at the collar of his crisp, new shirt while he waited for the video call to commence. It was a tad stiff and scratchy but he was still grateful that Hunnigan ordered and mailed him a suit to look presentable in front of the committee. This was an important interview which would determine his innocence.

At the allotted time, he finally saw the blank screen change into one featuring six squares. Other than Hunnigan in the bottom right of the screen who was serving as his witness for today’s interview, the blonde only recognised two of the committee members, having been acquainted with them on previous occasions.

“Good morning, Agent Kennedy. Thank you for meeting with us first thing in the morning,” a middle-aged female in the top centre of the screen greeted him cordially. Leon cast a quick glance at the name tag below her portrait.

“Likewise, Mdm Walters. I’m sure your schedules are rather packed.”

A man by the name of Mr. Rittler, situated to the right of Walters, appeared to have ignored Leon’s salutation, “We’ve read your report which was rather informative and detailed. We would like to ask some questions.”

Leon nodded and made a gesture that he was all ears.

“First off, we should introduce ourselves. I’m Lillian Walters.” She pointed to herself before angling her hands to her various colleagues around the room. “Joining me today are Joaquim Rittler and Lee Aeyoung. The three of us will be asking the questions. Wallace Jackson will be taking the minutes while our newest member, Bruce McGivern will be observing. You would also know Ingrid Hunnigan who will be witness to the proceedings.”

Leon wasn’t aware Bruce had moved to a new division but was happy for him nonetheless. They had spoken on and off regarding what they’ve encountered on missions and the best way to deal with B.O.Ws. Both had an understanding of the difficulties they faced in this line of work. He was glad he had an ally in the committee.

On the bottom left of the screen, Lee began the questioning. “You started off your report by listing your encounter with an infected President Benford. May I know what made you leave your position to head towards him?”

Leon had met her before at a work meeting and found her to be friendly and possessing fair judgement.

“I heard other agents requesting for backup on the comms to protect the President and rushed to his aid immediately.”

He recalled how Adam invited him to the speech at Ivy University, knowing how much he had been affected by the events of the Raccoon City Incident. Leon agreed and decided to sign up for security detail for the event. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Leon was making rounds in the lecture hall where Adam was due to give his speech when he heard screams echoing in the distance. This was quickly followed by frantic chatter on the comms and Leon left out the part where he listened to his fellow agents cry out in agony as they got devoured. “The campus erupted into chaos soon after.”

“And you saw Agent Harper when you arrived in the room?” Rittler asked as he laced his fingers together. Leon didn’t know why but he was feeling a dislike towards this man.

“Yes, the President had already turned when I arrived. She was asking him to stay back.”

Rittler remained unmoved. “What was her reaction?”

Leon quirked an eyebrow, already intensifying his scorn for Rittler. “Excuse me? Could you clarify that?” He had to curb his irritation lest he let it show. “Reaction to what, exactly?”

“What Mr. Rittler meant was how did she react to the infected President and your presence,” Walters stepped in to defuse the tension.

“Agent Harper looked fearful when he was shambling towards her, like anyone would when they encounter a zombie for the first time,” Leon crossed his arms as he answered calmly, squeezing his biceps to stop himself from clenching his fists. “She seemed to be relieved when I showed up.”

“Alright,” Lee said gently. “And from your report, the President was already not responding to your request to stop moving.”

“Yes. He was advancing on Agent Harper and was going to attack her. I had no choice but to stop him from infecting her.”

“How did she respond to that?” Rittler spoke again. Why was he asking so many questions with regards to Helena?

Leon stared straight into the camera. “Stunned and shocked. I did shoot the President, after all. I took no pleasure in doing that.”

Walters’ softened her gaze, “And we don’t fault you for that. We understand it was a painful decision and you acted accordingly.” She looked down at her notes before glancing up again. “We are concerned why you went along with Agent Harper’s lie to Agent Hunnigan afterwards that you had a lead in Tall Oaks cathedral.”

“The situation was urgent and there was no time to argue. It was imperative we catch the perpetrator as quickly as possible.”

Lee tilted her head slightly at Leon’s response. “Was there any point in time where Agent Harper disregarded your orders?”

Huh, not only Rittler but Lee was enquiring about Helena too. It was beginning to feel less like an investigation about his actions and more of a grilling session of what Helena did. Leon had promised he would put in a good word for her and he would stick to it.

“She was initially reluctant to help civilians en route to Tall Oaks Cathedral but still assisted them upon my request,” the blonde agent said coolly, making sure to enunciate his words clearly. “I later learned her sister was held hostage in the cathedral by Simmons. After her sister’s passing, she followed my lead for the rest of the way.”

“Speaking of Tall Oaks Cathedral,” Rittler uttered just as soon as Leon was done, “you mentioned in your report that you encountered Ada Wong there. Were you aware she was listed as Neo-Umbrella’s leader at that point in time?”

Great, now Rittler was after Ada too? Leon was still trying to discern if this committee member was always this abrasive or just trying to weed out more information. He had to be careful with his reply now lest he was accused of fraternising with the “enemy”.

Leon shook his head. “No. As included in the report, there is evidence that someone else was impersonating her.” He unfolded his arms and remained earnest, “If she was really the leader of a bioterrorist organisation, she wouldn’t have readily assisted us in the termination of Deborah & Simmons when they mutated.”

“I see,” Rittler furrowed his brow. “Why would there be someone impersonating her though?”

At this point, Leon could only shrug, “I’m baffled about that too.”

“Hm,” Lee rubbed her chin in thought. “It would be best if she could be brought in as a witness.”

“That’s not the focus of this interview anyway,” Hunnigan interrupted as she finally spoke for the first time after the video call started. “We are determining the verdict for Agent Kennedy today.”

Leon made a mental note to send his thanks to Hunnigan later. Ada would be difficult to locate if she did not want to be found. He would loathe to have to hunt her down…

The rest of the interview was frankly, a little boring as they continued to verify what happened. Even Rittler became marginally bearable with his clipped remarks. Occasionally the committee were in disbelief as he described the new B.O.Ws that emerged from the C-virus. Finally, after close to an hour of discussion, it was coming to an end.

Walters looked around the table as her colleagues shook their heads, indicating they had no further questions. She began to make her closing statement, “Thank you for the discussion today, Agent Kennedy. It was very insightful. Before we end off, we want to circle back to Agent Harper again. Did she display impulsiveness or a short temper?”

Leon had to refrain from rolling his eyes as they asked the same thing for the umpteen time. He wondered if they were interviewing the correct person today.

“She was a little impatient to get to Deborah in Tall Oaks but she never took off to do her own thing, even after losing her sister. When confronting Simmons, she still maintained her composure,” Leon replied matter-of-factly. “Agent Harper was faced with the most impossible choice with regards to Deborah but she still did the right thing in the end by owning up to her mistake and doing her utmost best to make things right. Overall, she did very well for her first biohazard encounter.”

Walters gave him a nod and a tiny smile. “Please give us ten minutes as we deliberate the final outcome.”

Leon took the opportunity to grab a drink and walk around the room to stretch his legs. Interestingly, instead of feeling butterflies in his stomach, he felt a sense of eerie calm. He would accept any decision the committee made. If he was dismissed… Well, he’ll cross the road when he got to it.

At the eight minute mark, his laptop dinged, indicating the video call would resume. Was it a good sign they did not use the full ten minutes? Leon returned to the desk and pressed “Accept”.

This time, it was Bruce who was in the centre of the screen.

Walters gestured to her colleague, “We’ve come to a conclusion and we will let Mr. McGivern deliver the verdict.”

Bruce looked down at his notes before glancing up. There was the tiniest hint of a grin on the corner of his mouth.

“Agent Kennedy, the committee has unanimously agreed that your actions at Tall Oaks and Lanshiang were executed fairly and under good judgement. No charges will be pressed against you and you are fit to resume duty after medical clearance.”

Leon felt a weight lifted off his shoulders and returned the smile, “Thank you kindly for your consideration.”

“Great. We will formally conclude this investigation. Have a good rest of the week, Agent Kennedy,” Bruce and the rest of the members bid their farewell before the call finally ended.

The blonde let out a long drawn sigh and loosened his tie, pulling it off his neck before unbuttoning the scratchy collar of his new shirt. Everything went smoothly and he had to count his lucky stars.

Picking up his phone, he fired off a text to Hunnigan.

[txt] Thanks for the shirt and the save earlier in the meeting.

There was no response after a few minutes and Leon quirked an eyebrow. Perhaps she was preoccupied with other matters. He changed into a more comfortable set of clothes and proceeded to pack up his belongings for his check out later in the afternoon.

Hunnigan replied a few hours later with a most peculiar text.

[txt] You’re welcome. Are you available for a call right now?

Leon sent an affirmative and his phone rang immediately.

“Hey Hunnigan, what’s up?”

Ingrid took off her glasses and let out a long exhale. “We just finished Helena’s interview.”

His interest was piqued. “Oh? What was the outcome?”

“Same as yours.”

Before he could get a word in, Ingrid continued. “But she requested that the result be made known to her tomorrow, after she pays her respects to Deborah.”

“Huh,” Leon said in slight confusion.

“I feel the same way. The committee has also placed the responsibility on me to deliver her the good news. I was wondering if you could help…” She said with a small smile.

Along with Hunnigan, Leon had chipped in to fund Deborah’s grave. After what they’ve been through together, he was more than happy to assist Helena in any shape or form. The blonde listened intently to Ingrid’s plan and did not know the F.O.S. agent had a cheeky streak in her.

“It sounds interesting but would she be on board with it?” Leon asked, wondering if he should give his colleague an almost heart attack.

Ingrid nodded, “I’ve met her a few times before Tall Oaks. She’ll be okay with it. Plus, Helena needs to know she isn’t alone and has allies who have her back. What better to do so than with some light hearted humour?”

“Okay…” The blonde said with uncertainty. Still, he knew to trust Hunnigan’s judgement since she helped to get him out of close shaves before. She was not a person who would do things out of malice.

“Just to let you know, the findings will not be made public. The official statement would be that a bioterrorist organisation was responsible for the outbreak.”

“So, another cover up huh?” He was not sure what to feel at this point. First Raccoon, now this. At least he should be grateful he wasn’t wrongly accused for killing the president, right?

Ingrid glared at the screen sternly, “You know what would happen if the truth went out. They are not making Ada a priority either, by the way.”

Leon’s eyebrows shot up higher than they possibly could and judging by Hunnigan’s bemused expression, he must have looked ridiculous.

“Since the true culprit for Neo-Umbrella is dead, they are leaving it be for now,” she offered an explanation, seeing how speechless he was at that statement.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to find the words to express his gratitude to Hunnigan for telling him this. All he could utter was, “I see…”

Glancing down at her watch, Ingrid decided it was time to end the call. “You’re about to check out in an hour right? I’ll leave you to it then. The car will come by to pick you up at your apartment at ten o’clock tomorrow morning to head to the cemetery. And the new President would like to meet you two afterwards.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow. Thanks again, Ingrid, for everything.”

The corners of her mouth angled upwards and she nodded at him before hanging up.

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There was something about being in one’s bed that made it so tempting to sleep in at the dawn of every single day. Being home after quarantine brought Leon a sense of comfort and he just wanted to bury himself in his pillow to laze the day away. He needed a nice, long vacation by himself without any distractions.

But his sharp mind reminded him that he had a full day of activities ahead and he reluctantly rolled out of bed to get ready.

He was in the middle of gearing up when his phone buzzed, signalling his ride was nearby. Guess he would have to skip breakfast today. “They’re early…” the blonde grumbled to himself as he slid on his jacket, popped a piece of hard candy into his mouth, and headed out the door.

What he was not expecting were two SUVs in the parking lot. Hunnigan and Helena were already seated in the vehicle in front and the bespectacled woman gestured to him that the second car behind was his ride.

The government agent got into the nondescript black SUV and instead of heading off to the cemetery straightaway, they made a detour around the city towards a florist. As Helena went into the shop to pick a bouquet, Leon took the opportunity to head to the adjacent bagel store for a quick meal of iced coffee and a plain cream cheese bagel.

He was barely done wiping his mouth with a napkin when Helena stepped out of the florist with a beautiful bouquet in hand. Tossing the scraps into the bin, he almost ran out of the store and rejoined the small convoy.

A small grey gun case greeted him in the back seat. Hunnigan must have snuck it in when he wasn’t looking. With the plan already in motion, the cars sped off to the outskirts of town.

Propping his elbow on the window, he kept his gaze outside and watched the scenery gradually change from a metropolitan skyline to lush greenery. His thoughts were mostly a whirl. One moment he felt exhaustion from the past fifteen years of futilely fighting bioterrorism, the next was sadness over Adam’s unnecessary death.

An orange monarch flitted amongst the flowers on the roadside and his mind pivoted to Ada, remembering the pattern of butterflies on her red dress in Spain and on the makeup compact from a couple of weeks before. He really hoped she got out of China unscathed… Now that he knew the truth, Leon wished he could rewind time to help her in greater capacity.

Alas, there was acceptance that he would never have all the answers with regards to her and in this line of work in general. He was just another cog in a well-oiled machine that could be easily replaced. If he was lucky, he would work till the mandated retirement age. If not, he hoped he could be brought back in one piece in a wooden box for his folks.

His thoughts transitioned back to idle nothingness as his eyes blankly panned across the sights outside the window but his brain did not register them.

It was only when he heard a door slam did he realise they had arrived at their destination. Leon watched as Helena stepped out of the car with a bouquet of flowers in hand and made a beeline towards a gravestone.

The blonde finally opened the gun case and stowed the firearm before getting out of the car, joining Hunnigan and the other agents as they hung back to give Helena some privacy to pay her respects.

She surprised them all by rejoining the group within a couple of minutes. “Thank you,” Helena whispered as her eyes shone with grateful tears.

Was this the time to conduct the plan? Leon uncrossed his arms, waiting for Hunnigan’s signal as he glanced stoically at Helena while she peered at the agents behind them.

“I’m ready,” Agent Harper said softly. Leon quickly cast a look at Hunnigan and she nodded as their eyes met.

Reaching into his back holster, Leon took one step forward and grasped Helena’s wrist. She immediately closed her eyes sadly in anticipation for her arrest. But what she felt was the familiar weight of her picador in her hand instead of the cold steel of handcuffs.

There was a swift look down at the gun, “What?” Helena said in utter disbelief before gazing back up to her colleagues, “But I assisted in the attack!”

Leon gave her an encouraging smile before turning over to Hunnigan who was more than happy to give an explanation. “The investigating commission have reviewed the evidence, and feel it unjust to hold you liable for Simmons' crime,” she said gently. “They will also not disclose their findings to the public.”

Helena was still perplexed as her brows remained furrowed. The committee really found her to be innocent? They were willing to let her go? How was it even possible?

“The President would have done the same,” Leon reassured her once more.

Touched by their words, Helena relented, accepting the outcome with a nod of her head.

“All right, shall we go join the team?” Ingrid asked as she turned to walk back to the car, satisfied that her plan was pulled off without a hitch.

Both Helena and Leon shared a look, and judging by the small smirk on her face, it seemed Helena figured out that Ingrid and Leon deliberately pulled off this “prank” on her. She let out a small chuckle before following Ingrid.

Just as the blonde was about to trail after both ladies, he could have sworn he saw a familiar shade of crimson out of the corner of his vision. His blue-grey eyes stared off into the distance, trying to see if a certain someone was skulking around the graves.

The culprit turned out to be a red cardinal darting around a nearby tree.

“Leon,” Helena called out and Leon was jolted out of his thoughts. He turned, spotting a golden object hurtling towards him. On instinct, he reached out to catch it and looked at it with a puzzled expression. Speak of the devil, it was Ada’s makeup compact.

His gaze returned to Helena as she responded cheekily, “For the next time you see her!” There was another grin from her before she sauntered away.

Would there even be a next time? Leon didn’t dare to hope. He shook his head to snap out of his daydream and smiled lightheartedly, “Women.”

The blonde pocketed the compact and headed back to the SUV. All of them had a meeting with the President and the nature of the role left the man with a tight schedule. They could not afford to dawdle.

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The afternoon dragged on longer than Leon had anticipated. What was supposed to be just a private audience with the President turned into something more when he personally requested Helena and Leon to attend a press conference as one of his staff members.

If Leon had known beforehand that he would be up on the world stage, he would have made the effort to dress in more appropriate attire. However, the President insisted it was fine; he wanted to keep things casual and the presidency wasn’t going to make a down-to-earth individual develop a stickler for protocol.

All Leon had to do was to stand still and look straight ahead. At least he did not have to mingle with bureaucrats today. Diplomacy was always a chore for him.

When the press conference finally concluded, he was able to knock off from work and they shared a carpool back to their respective residences. Helena was in great spirits after learning she would be transferred to the DSO, given her experience after Tall Oaks and Lanshiang. Even though her superior was against the transfer previously, Leon’s testimonial managed to persuade the higher ups that she was invaluable.

Hunnigan and Helena bid Leon farewell when they dropped him off first at his apartment complex. Upon entering his bachelor pad, he suddenly felt totally drained as he kicked off his shoes. He must be getting old if a little bout of socialising left him feeling this way.

Trudging towards the bedroom, he shrugged off his jacket onto the bed before dumping the rest of his clothes into the hamper. He shuffled off into the bathroom and stepped under the nice, warm shower. The heat always felt good against his skin and it relaxed him.

When the blonde was sufficiently invigorated, he dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist, returning to the bedroom to search for his phone. He was hankering for some takeout for dinner since he did not have the time to do any grocery shopping.

Leon reached into his usual jacket pocket and found a circular object instead. He stared at Ada’s makeup compact and absentmindedly traced the pattern embedded on the surface with his thumb.

“For the next time I see her, huh?” He murmured to himself.

Since Helena clearly rejected the secondhand item, it would be in bad taste to attempt to give this to someone else.

His feet carried him to a chest of drawers beside his bed and he tugged on the lowest drawer, revealing a nondescript wooden box. Carrying the box to the bed, he popped open the lid to gaze at the contents within.

A bloodied RPD badge sealed in a ziplock bag greeted him. His old uniform had been burnt and disposed a long time ago but he managed to salvage the badge as a keepsake. Who knew his first and only day as a cop would be so memorable? Sometimes he wondered what life would be like if the Raccoon City Incident did not happen. Would he still be working in that small town or would he have gone elsewhere for work?

He set the badge aside and glanced at a small teddy bear keychain seated on top of a paper airplane with a lipstick mark. Out of habit, he fingered the frayed blue ribbon on the plush toy’s neck. The fabric had been discoloured and dulled with age but it brought him a small semblance of comfort.

Without the Racoon City Incident, he would have never met Ada. Sure, his life might have been a lot calmer and less fraught with death at every turn but he would not have been able to experience the bond they shared on that fateful night.

Try as he might to forget her at the bottom of a bottle, his heart always remembered her actions. Even if she was always running away or doing something questionable, she always arrived at the nick of time to save his skin.

After all these years, he had to admit that he did feel something for her, after all. But he was unable to put a label on his emotions. He was not sure it was love. Neither was it infatuation either. Some sort of affection, definitely.

If Ada was truly a bad guy, she would not be looking out for his well-being at each encounter. He wondered if her confession back in Raccoon City was real or she blurted it out because she thought she was dying. Leon decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

As someone who advocated that one should keep moving forward, why did he have a box full of souvenirs from the past? Was it a reminder of how far he had become? Or was he treasuring moments from someone he could not let go?

There was no point dwelling on what ifs though. He had to make peace that whatever fleeting moments they shared would always be temporary. It would take a miracle for it to develop into something permanent. But when push came to shove, they would unconditionally have each others’ backs even in the depths of hell. Always.

This was the nature of their relationship. Leon Scott Kennedy had finally come to accept it.

“Till next time, Ada,” Leon said softly with a tender smile as he carefully laid the compact underneath the paper airplane before shutting the lid and putting the box away. Whatever will be, will be.

#Ada stories #Ada Wong #Leon Kennedy #Aeon #resident evil

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illmetkismet · 3 months

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Do you think Leon managed to at least move on and let go of his past a bit after rescuing Ashley? Game seems to imply heavily the whole metaphor//theme about redemption loss and moving on and also the credits song too

curious to know what you think?

I really hope so!! On the one hand, the way they handled the end of the game is very different from the OG: like you said, they really paid off the theme of things being different this time, and Leon gets that cathartic smile with the sunrise on his face. On the other hand, as far as we know, Vendetta is still canon.... It's hard to know what Capcom has in store for Leon, how much they want to deviate from the established continuity, and judging from what they did with Chris in Village, I'm a little worried...

I do think Capcom has a huge tone problem, where there are so many different hands in the Resident Evil pot that it's hard to get a single coherent and definitive image of who their characters are supposed to be. Remake Leon is very different from Vendetta Leon and Death Island Leon and even Infinite Darkness Leon, which was made so close to the remakes that you'd think the two would give us a consistent characterization, but I don't think they do.

So who knows where they take him from here! I'm happy to continue thinking of the different versions of Leon kind of as separate characters, despite what Capcom might have to say about that, and if they take remake Leon in a direction that doesn't feel true to his arc so far, I'll happily fork his story into yet another version in my head.

I've said this before, but it's hard for me to imagine Leon getting a canonical happy ending I'd be satisfied with, and I've made my peace with that. I think if that's what you're hoping for too, we're just gonna have to roll up our sleeves and envision a future for him where he does move on and let go and reconcile with the past in a satisfying way (and not in the flippant Death Island 'it's a living' way...).

So I guess that's my answer - personally, and going off what they've done with the remakes so far, I do think that post re4r Leon is in a much better place than he was going into it. I like to think of it as like.... He's gone on so many horrible missions, both before and after Ashley, right? So why are we coming along with him on this one, in particular? Because, I think, this was his 'dark night of the soul', so to speak. He went into this mission at the end of his rope with it all - the pain, the loss, the sheer senseless of all the violence he'd witnessed - and he came out the other side with a little bit of hope and a clearer view of the path out of his suffering: trusting people, being able to rely on others, not giving into hopelessness.

It's so interesting to me when people say Saddler wasn't a compelling villain in the remake, because what was so menacing about him was deliciously metatextual to me. Yeah, he had his plan with Ashley and las plagas, but throughout the game his main role was to keep trying to convince Leon to give in, to submit and let go of fear. He was offering Leon a way out of his despair: a nothingness, a numbness, and that's what Leon was fighting against the whole game! He needed to face the source of his pain head on and arrive in a place of hope, instead of continuing to ineffectually push it all down, to numb himself.

I think at the end of re4r he did just that. He stood at a fork in the road and he chose hope over despair. So ok, I'll do the same, and allow myself to hope that his story keeps going down that road!

Thanks for the ask, and sorry for the goddamn journey my answer became lol....

#leon kennedy #resident evil #ask

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ovaryacted · 22 days

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nic !!!! hope the night is treating u well :^) could I get uhhhh 🫐, 🍋, and 🍇 smoothie by chance? :o

writer ask game

Hey Lune!! I’m doing alright, fighting a fucking cold and it’s making my chest hurt. I hope you’re doing good too!! 🫶

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

Okay so it is actually criminal how little people write for Chris Redfield. Like I get people love Leon sure, who doesn’t, but even as a Leon girl at heart I can say he’s overrated sometimes. I adore Chris in a certain way that is solely reserved for him and I wish more people did write for him or expanded on him. Like, he was the og before Leon ever was, put some respect on his name!

Also all of the re girls, they’re always pushed aside and it’s a shame when there’s so much potential. Personally I blame Capcom, it will always be Capcom’s fault I don’t care. Jill tho…yeah…that’s mommy. Sorry not sorry. So shoutout to anyone that does write for any other character that isn’t Leon, I appreciate you and the crumbs you provide. 🫶

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

Anything revolving age gaps and the taboo of relationships like abuse of authority. School coaches or professors have always been a trope I liked, they’re fun to write or talk about. I’ve also always been a fan of the whole “dad’s best friend” trope like duh, it’s a guilty pleasure of mine. Especially when they’ve been involved with the female character or know of them for some time but not enough for it to be too much in terms of pushing the limits.

But recently I’m really getting into the whole “mom’s bf” dynamic where the male character is engaging with the mother & the daughter in secret but it’s a mutual type of thing. I don’t know what’s going on with me but my interests have been changing and it’s being replicated in my writing so yay for taboos! Hopefully I get enough balls to write these ideas out but when I do, be prepared. 🤭

Also, threesomes are my favorite dynamics too, especially polyamorous exchanges but sometimes they’re a pain in the ass to write.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Hmm, I don’t know if I really have specific scenes cause nothing is coming to mind right now. I will say I love anything involving public sex scenes they are my favorite things to write, or just scenarios where there’s a lot of tension and the characters just can’t keep their hands off of each other like in an office workspace or elevators. Yeah, my favorite things ever.

#ovaryacted asks #writer ask game

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sapphire-weapon · 6 months

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I don't know if this is just my perception, but I've noticed that Krauser uses Ashley several times as a way to provoke Leon (especially during their final fight).

In their first encounter, immediately after Leon realizes it was Krauser who kidnapped Ashley, the camera focuses on his angry face and then on his hand about to grab his gun. As if the knowledge that it was Krauser who was to blame for Ashley's kidnapping was Leon's motivation to start fighting back.

Then there's that cinematic where Leon arrives just in time to see Krauser take Ashley away with nothing he can do to stop him. Krauser even walks slower and without bothering to turn to look at Leon, not even when he shouts Ashley's name. In Separate Ways, we see Krauser start running with Ashley in tow as soon as Leon can no longer see them.

After killing Salazar and using the elevator, if we use the rifle to get a closer look at the speedboat, Krauser turns to look at Leon, while Ashley is unconscious in the back seat, almost as if he is challenging him.

During their final fight, Krauser mocks Leon's concern for Ashley, and then tells him that he won't be able to save her, and that's when Leon explodes again.

Krauser taunts again when he tells Leon to hurry up or who knows what could happen to Ashley.

And near the end of the fight, Krauser tells Leon that if he needs motivation, he should think about Ashley.

I think Capcom's intention was to show how deeply Leon cares about Ashley through Krauser. That's why I can't take seriously people who say Leon only cares about Ashley because 'it's his job', it just doesn't fucking make sense, it's like they haven't played the damn game, or just decided to ignore all that.

there's a lot going on here, actually, and it goes deeper than just Ashley herself. Krauser absolutely dangles Ashley over Leon's head, don't get me wrong, because he knows that it's a source of angst and insecurity for him -- but it goes far deeper than just this one woman.

Krauser says at one point that he knows Leon's potential better than anyone -- he knows Leon better than anyone. and he may just be right.

in OG, Krauser asks Leon: "what is it that you fight for, comrade?" to which Leon responds: "my past, I suppose."

now, take that little snippet of a conversation and stretch it out over the course of four years of military training. it's likely that Krauser had to dig deep into Leon's psyche in order to motivate him to perform at his absolute best -- and what's at the center of everything for Leon is what happened in Raccoon City. Krauser likely knows every detail of what happened that night.

and what happened that night was that Leon failed to save the life of a single person.

so, since LeonA is canon in the Remake-verse, let's take a look at the list of people Leon failed to save in Raccoon City:

the cop in the gas station

Officer Elliott

Marvin Branaugh

Ben Bertolucci

Annette Birkin

Ada Wong

I don't know if you're keeping score, but that's... just about every person that Leon meets. the only exceptions to this are Kendo and his daughter (who Leon never attempted to save), Claire (who never needed saving), and...

Sherry, whom Leon then gets kidnapped and held hostage almost as soon as he volunteers to take sole custody of her.

so, when Krauser says to him: "you can't save anyone" he means anyone. the US government sent a man who's never been able to save anyone but himself on a mission alone to rescue the president's daughter. if anyone knew his history and his track record, he likely wouldn't have been the agent assigned to do this.

but the only person who knew it was Krauser, because Krauser's the only one who ever got close enough for Leon to tell. and since Krauser's now a traitor and a terrorist, he uses that knowledge as a cudgel to beat Leon with.

so -- yes, Krauser is purposefully using Ashley as a knife to twist in Leon's heart, and yes, saving her is more than "just doing my job" for him. it's extremely personal for him for many reasons. and as he starts to feel more and more affection for her, this need to save her becomes more and more intense, and it becomes easier and easier for Krauser to weaponize that against him.

and this is just storytelling 101. as the story goes on, the stakes have to rise higher and higher until they reach an absolute crescendo at the climax. and since Leon is so physically capable and very little in RE4make comes off as an actual threat to him, his stakes are mental and emotional in nature. as his feelings for Ashley intensify, so too does his anxiety about being able to save her.

the climax of RE4make's story is the walk to Luis's lab, and by then, Leon's feelings for Ashley have gotten so strong, and his need to save her has become so intense, that he sees her life alone as comparable to all of the people who died in front of him in Raccoon City.

if he can just save her, that would absolve him of his other failures.

that's why the script was written so that Ashley says the actual words to him in the ending.

this is the culmination of Leon's several character arcs in the series so far; it's the payoff for his character development; it's the catharsis for the angst he brings into RE4make with him.

Leon was a man who couldn't save anyone, but he ends RE4make as a hero.

his 21-year-old self would be so proud.

#resident evil 4 #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #jack krauser #meta analysis

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lipglossanon · 4 months

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Am I Your One and Only Desire?

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Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (finale)

part i - An Open Invitation (To A Perfect Domination)

part ii - What You Do To Me (No One Knows)

part iii - I’m Not A Bad Man I’m Just Overwhelmed

Hello, hello 👋

Welcome to the finale of OG stepdad! I’m wrapping up these mini stories before moving on to new things! That’s not to say I won’t ever write for him again, but for now his “storyline” is complete.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, stepdad Leon, daddy kink, spit kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Title from Always by Saliva

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Your parents have been fighting for weeks now. Well, your mom and Leon. You’ve been busy with class work and trying to get an internship for the summer so it’s been just something happening in the background. But now, it seems your mom has issued her final ultimatum.

“If you don’t come with me on this work trip, we’re through !”

You pause in the hallway, guiltily eavesdropping on their argument. Your mom practically shouted the last two words before an uncomfortable quiet settled in the aftermath.

“Then I guess we’re through,” Leon’s dry tone makes your heart skip a beat.

You hear a door slam in their room making you jump in place. Taking that as your cue to leave, you walk further down the hall and open your own bedroom door and step inside at the same time someone comes out of the master.

“Guess you heard that, hmm?” Leon gives you a tired smile, hair sticking up at odd angles like he’s been running his hands through it.

Biting your bottom lip, you nod, “Does that mean you’re leaving?”

“Sooner or later,” he shrugs, walking until he’s in your doorway.

His blue eyes narrow as they search your face, “Was thinking of moving closer to the city, already found a couple of places not far from work.”

You try to hide it, but you know he sees when your shoulders tense. He steps further into your room and closes the door.

“Not ideal is it?” He pulls you into a hug, surprising you so much you forget to wrap your arms around him for a split second.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you whisper into his chest, feeling as he squeezes you closer to him.

He rubs your back for a moment before pulling you away. You sniffle and quickly wipe your eyes with the heels of your palm.

“I won’t leave without saying goodbye,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead then the corners of each eye before pressing a soft, kiss to your lips.

Leaving you with emotional whiplash, Leon turns and exits your room, shutting the door behind him. You listen as his footsteps fade away before flopping down onto your bed, tears gathering in your eyes.

It seems rather silly to be so upset since it’s actually better news for you if they divorce. But now the doubt is starting to creep in, make you think that without being in Leon’s space that he’ll forget about you. Leave you behind along with your mom. You’re not in love with him, but you do like him a lot.

He has shown you how empty your life was before he moved into it. Your mom is constantly traveling for work and your dad lives in another state and doesn’t really reach out to you unless it’s a holiday. Leon’s taken care of you in a way no one else has before and you hate that it’s being taken away.

The sex is great, but it’s nice coming home and hanging out with him while making fun of whatever reality show he’s watching. Or the times he takes you out to grab coffee before heading to your favorite bookstore. He never presses for anything during those times even if you try to initiate. He always kisses you on the forehead with the promise he’s perfectly satisfied. More tears slip from your eyes as you lay in bed.

For the rest of the night, you listen as your mom and Leon quietly argue amongst themselves with your mom yelling every now and then. When you wake up the next morning and go downstairs, you notice a lot of the little things that belong to Leon are gone, even his vehicle is gone from its usual parked spot outside the garage making you sad.

Greeting your mom softly as you walk in the kitchen, she watches as you fix yourself a cup of tea.

“He’s gone,” she bites out, anger still tinging her words.

You turn and face her head on while the kettle heats up.

“I heard you two arguing last night,” you bite your lip, feeling off having this conversation with her, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” her shoulders roll back as she sighs, “I’m honestly just angry. We haven’t been getting along for months and I’m just done. He’s moved out and the papers are being filed today.”

“Oh,” your voice comes out steadier than you thought, “that’s kinda fast, right?”

Your mom laughs without any humor and turns to dump the rest of her drink down the sink, “It’s been a long time coming.”

The kettle goes off giving you the opportunity to turn away from her and busy yourself as she continues to talk to you.

“I’m also going to be gone this weekend, another work conference,” she blows out a breath, “I’m actually running behind right now, but I wanted to see you before I left.”

You nod as you steep your tea, “Thanks.”

“Leon said he’d be by to finish packing up his office and to turn over his key to you,” her phone goes off, pulling your attention back to her when she answers.

“Hang on— alright, I’m out of here, sweetie,” she smiles at you, “don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. I’ll see you on Monday!”

With that, she breezes out of the kitchen and into the garage. You stand there, bare feet shifting on the cool kitchen floor as your tea cup steams on the counter while you listen to her drive off. The quiet settles on you heavily as you gaze unseeingly at your drink.

You settle on the couch with your tea and mindlessly watch the news. Glancing at the time, you wonder what time Leon will actually be by to grab his stuff. You’ll be home all weekend so it’s not like you’ll miss him once he shows up. Heart fluttering, you sigh out loud. You hate waiting like this, nerves always getting the better of you.

The jingling of keys wakes you with a start, not realizing you dozed off. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you raise up in time to see Leon stepping into the living room. You offer him a small smile.

“Hi.”

His jaw feathers before he sighs.

“Hey,” he clears his throat, “is your mom here?”

Feeling disappointment, you shake your head, “She left this morning, said you’d be by to grab your stuff.”

“Yeah,” he trails off, eyes tracking down your body before skirting back up to your face, “wanna help me finish packing?”

Shrugging, you stand up from the couch, “Sure.”

He nods and turns, heading upstairs towards the master bedroom. Once upstairs, he holds his arm out to let you step into the room first. After he steps in behind you, he crowds your space until the back of your knees bump against the edge of the bed.

“Gonna let me say goodbye?” He grins, fingers skating up your thigh to cup your pussy, “I’m going to miss more than your cute face, sweetheart.”

Arousal thrums in your veins and you nod eagerly, “Please.”

While he kisses you, he eases your body down onto the bed, hands running up your sides to grope your breasts through your flimsy tee shirt. He groans into your mouth as your nipples stiffen against his fingertips. Pulling away, he strips your clothes off until you're lying completely nude.

“So sexy,” he murmurs, kissing you again as he lies on his side next to you, propping himself up on one arm while the other draws circles across your abdomen.

“Want me to play with your cute pussy, sweetheart?” He nips at your jawline before biting your neck, “want daddy to tease that pudgy little clit til you’re soaking the sheets?”

“Yes, please, daddy,” you gasp as he sucks and bites the skin underneath your jaw.

The hand on your abdomen glides down to run his fingers across your dripping slit. You whine as he finally teases across your clit with slow swipes of his fingertips.

“So wet already,” he places kisses down your throat, “want my fingers in your needy pussy?”

”Uh huh,” you rock your hips trying to get him to press against your swollen bud more.

Without any warning, he plunges two fingers deep in your leaking hole, fluttering against the front of your cunt to rub against the spongy spot that makes you clamp down on the digits. He roughly fucks his fingers in and out of your pussy until you’re whining nonstop.

“Do you see this?” He growls in your ear, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt while his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

Your bleary eyes look down your naked body to watch as he scissors his fingers in your soaked hole.

“This is my cute little pussy, sweetheart,” he bites your earlobe and you moan loudly.

“Yeah, s’all yours,” you whine, fingers digging into his biceps.

“Want me to give her some kisses?” He whispers, fucking his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy, letting the heel of his palm softly smack against your pudgy bud.

“Oh, please,” you keen, eyelashes fluttering as he kisses your neck, “kiss my pussy.”

He groans and slips his fingers away before kissing a wet trail down to your breasts. Teasing each of your nipples with his teeth, he sucks the stiff buds until your back arches. With a chuckle, he continues to kiss his way down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. Sighing, he kisses the hood of your clit.

“So sweet,” he rumbles low in his throat, “such a good girl.”

His pouty lips kiss your pudgy clit over and over, drooling a line of spit down onto your bud before running his tongue through your pussy lips to lap at your dripping hole. With a moan, your legs fall open further.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, dark blue eyes watching you from between your thighs, “such a sweet cunt.”

“Ohhh,” you whimper, hands tangling in Leon’s hair as he goes back down on you, tongue fluttering against your clit before sucking it into his hot mouth. He bites down gently and it sends an electric spark buzzing through your brain.

“Please, feels so good,” you whine high in your throat.

Groaning, he humps the mattress while he grinds his face against your cunt, tongue licking into your pussy eagerly. He rubs his nose across your clit as his tongue slides in and out of your slick hole, humming as you gush across his tongue with every slow thrust of the muscle. It doesn’t take much for him to make you forget everything except his mouth on your pussy.

The band of arousal in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter as he makes out with your pussy with sloppy enthusiasm. Spit and slick coats your inner thighs to the point it drips down your ass onto the sheets underneath. His hands, which were resting gently on your hips, move down to the bends of your knees and hike your legs up over his shoulders. With the new angle, it feels like his tongue fucks into you even deeper, teeth pressing against your cunt in a way that has you rolling your hips against his face.

Hearing the wet noises of his mouth on your cunt makes your nipples tighten and ache, leading you to bring your own hands up to cup your breasts to tweak the stiff peaks.

“Mmm, yeah, play with those cute tits, baby,” he growls, moving up to suck on your clit softly, “pinch those puffy little nipples til it hurts.”

“Yesss,” you sigh, eyes fluttering as you pluck at your hard nipples with your index and thumb before rolling them between your fingers, “w’nna cum, please daddy.”

He sits back on his haunches and unbuttons his slacks, pulling them along with his underwear down to free his cock. A sigh of relief slips from him as he squeezes his thick cock.

“Want you cumming on daddy’s dick, sweetheart,” he grins down at you, “stuff that little cunt til you’re nice and full.”

“Oh fuck,” you mewl, hands moving forward to grasp at the air in front of him, “please, need you so bad, ‘m so empty, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, quickly undressing all the way and crawling back on top of you, boxing you in with his nude body.

His cock drags a sticky trail of precum up your thighs until the head rests below your belly button, cum pooling on your skin as his fat leaks and drips. Kissing you heatedly, he sucks your tongue before biting your bottom lip and pulling away.

He braces his weight on one forearm as his other hand slips down between your bodies to grip the base of his cock. Slapping the tip against your pudgy clit, you whine as he rubs his cock through your soaked folds, smearing slick everywhere.

He presses down further and lets his head dip in and out of your clenching heat until you’re rocking up into the motion, tempting him to just push inside your cunt.

“Please, please, need it, need you to fuck me,” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders.

“How can I say no to that?” He smirks, finally notching the head of his dick at your leaking hole.

With a low groan, he thrusts forward, sliding inch by inch into your pussy until he bottoms out as your walls pulse and squeeze around his fat cock.

“Oh that’s it, good girl, squeezing me so good,” he coos in your ear as he settles more of his weight down onto your body.

“Daddy, daddy, please,” you choke out, legs wrapping around his waist, arching your body so he can fuck into you even deeper.

He pulls out and thrusts his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out again, heavy balls pressing against your ass. Your nails score a hot trail down his chest as he presses you down into the bed.

“Always such a perfect fit,” he moans, humping into your pussy faster, “little cunt made for my dick.”

Mouth dropping open to pull in gasping breaths as Leon fucks you deep, you rock your hips into his, “Feels good, Leon. Wanna cum for you.”

With a low rumbling groan in his throat, he grinds his dick across your g-spot until slick drips down his balls. You reach up to tangle your hands into his hair as he slowly ruts his cock halfway out of your pussy and slowly works it back inside your fluttering walls.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he kisses the shell of your ear, “want daddy to breed your greedy hole?”

”Yes, yes,” you gasp, hips writhing, “breed my pussy, need it so bad.”

He chuckles and starts to rock more roughly against you, moving his lips to yours and licking into your mouth, tongue slipping inside to tease across your own.

“My good girl,” he says between kisses, “gonna miss you, baby.”

Your heart thuds painfully in your chest, pussy pulsing and gripping his cock tightly as you eagerly kiss him back.

“I’m g’nna miss you, too,” you whimper between sloppy kisses, “gonna miss you, miss this.”

He leans back with a dark look in his eyes, “Yeah? Show me, open that slutty mouth of yours.”

Eyelashes fluttering, you loll your tongue out and whine loudly when he spits in your mouth. He smirks down at you and leans closer to spit straight into the back of your throat. After doing it a few more times, he moves back.

“Swallow.”

Your body shivers as you do as he says, mewling as he rocks his hips down, pelvis catching on your clit just right while his balls smack against your ass on every thrust.

“I’m getting close,” you moan brokenly.

He picks up the pace, cock pistoning in and out of your pussy creating sloppy wet sounds that makes you clench down on him.

“Squeeze me so I can breed this pretty pussy of yours, sweetheart. Let daddy fill you up,” he nips your bottom lip with a grin.

Clit throbbing with every brush of his pelvis, you squeeze down on his cock tighter and tighter as he grinds against your g-spot. Your legs tighten around his waist until he can barely pull out, rutting his cock in short shallow thrusts as your climax overtakes your body. Thrashing and moaning, your pussy walls clench and flutter around his thick cock as your eyes roll back in your head.

”Fuck, gonna make me cum, such a good girl,” Leon huffs with a groan, “that’s it, let me breed this sweet cunt.”

A cut off moan interrupts his rambling. You feel as his cock throbs and kicks when he spills a hot load of cum deep in your cunt, pussy walls milking every drop from his heavy balls.

“So good,” he pants, sloppily kissing your neck as he softly thrusts in your clenching heat, “your little pussy was made for this.”

You can only whine out nonsense as he pumps rope after rope of thick sticky cum in your fluttering hole, pelvis smacking against your clit and sending little shockwaves of overstimulation throughout your body. He finally pulls out with a groan, half hard cock shooting out another spurt of cum to coat your puffy mound and clit. With a moan, he rubs the thick jizz into your skin, smearing it until your slit’s sticky.

He lays down next to you on the bed and you roll over to face him.

“Got you all to myself this weekend too, huh?” He chuckles, “I’ll make sure to be out of here by Sunday if you’re good with that.”

Cunt pulsing at the thought of Leon staying with you all weekend, you nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

Needless to say, Leon fucked you on every surface possible over the weekend. Starting in the master bedroom on Friday evening and finally ending on Sunday with a facial on the desk in his office. In between, you have some small talk about where he’s going to live as you pack up what little stuff of his still in the house. Neither of you talk about what this means for you both now that he’s your mom’s ex. When evening rolls around, he finally packs up his car as you stand outside the garage watching him organizing the trunk. Once he shuts it, the thud reverberates in your chest making you oddly misty eyed.

He steps up to you, ushering you into the garage so no nosy neighbors can see as he kisses you.

“You have my number right?”

You nod, clearing your throat, “Yeah.”

He grins, “Good, text me later and we’ll meet up so I can show you my new place. I don’t know if I mentioned it, but it’s not far from your college.”

Your heartbeat ramps up making you feel giddy, “Really? I’d love to visit.”

A pink flush spreads out across his cheekbones, “It’s a date, then.”

Smiling brightly at him, you push up on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

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