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𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❝𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬❞ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥

❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 @angelofwoe 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 6104 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧:

With a sly look, Leon's fingers deftly unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt, each quiet click reflecting the growing tension in the air, his lips brushed against your bare skin, whispering — «I think i know exactly how to repay you for dinner» enticing words hung in the air, a promise that lit the flame of pure thirst.

Fluorescent lamps of a modern design, and apparently costing relatively a lot, flickered overhead as you busily typed at your workstation, the rhythmic clatter of keys echoed through the quiet room, interrupted only by the distant chatter, while the air was filled with tension, the kind that persists after a long day of covert operations, and there he was, Leon Kennedy.

You never paid much attention to Leon off the scope of work, he was just another agent, another cog in the machine, but something about him caught your attention, maybe it was the way he moved easily in the shadows, his tall figure stood out against the dimly lit background, or perhaps it was the intensity of his piercing blue eyes, which seemed to hold the stories of a thousand battles and more.

As you continued to work, you noticed that your gaze still fell on the man while he was engrossed in some paperwork, his face was illuminated by the soft light of the computer screen, dark hair framed his face, contrasting with his fair skin, you had heard rumors, if you can call it that, facts of other people that you didn’t know about yourself, that his hair had once been the color of wheat, but now it was the same dark shade as the secrets he kept.

It was in these moments of calm observation that you began to notice the subtle nuances in Leon’s behavior, he was more than just an agent — he was a person with his own quirks and characteristics, from time to time you noticed him absentmindedly tapping his pen on the table, immersed in his thoughts, on another day you noticed how he ran his fingers through his hair when he was deep in concentration.

But what intrigued you most was the anomaly in his personal life, the unspoken curse that seemed to hang over Leon Kennedy — his attempts to ask a girl out to dinner, and you couldn't help but wonder about this aspect of his life, whether he was looking for friends amid the chaos of their dangerous profession, or were his persistent invitations fueled by a deeper yearning?

There were whispers in the office about Leon's unsuccessful attempts to court someone, and it was more like a soap opera unfolding against the backdrop of a mundane government office, and you were drawn into this drama, unable to resist the intrigue surrounding Leon's romantic misadventures.

One day, while you were drinking a cup of coffee in the break room, you overheard snippets of a conversation where Leon was trying to make plans with a female colleague, his tone was casual but with a hint of desperation, and the refusal was quick and abrupt, to which Leon just smiled tightly and shrugged, that’s when you decided to take a closer look at the person behind the agent.

The aftermath of the last mission filled the air with a mixture of newfound achievement and exhaustion, the problems of the outside world seemed to loosen their grip, at least for a moment, allowing a collective sigh of relief to flow through the agency, the President's gratitude and the echo of the rest of the people's applause faded, giving way to the quiet hum of post mission conversations and the distant tramp of cleaners.

Kennedy, his tie slightly askew and his once immaculate suit now covered in small wrinkled stripes, moved through the crowd with the practiced ease of an agent, his steps purposeful, every movement a testament to the strength hidden beneath the tired exterior, and every time he passed, it was impossible not to admire the steadfastness imprinted in his every gesture.

Rubbing the back of his head wearily, Leon looked around the room with a distant but wary gaze, he seemed lost in thought, a man weighed down by the weight of the world, but then, as if pulled by an invisible force, his eyes met yours, and in that short moment the fatigue seemed to pass , giving way to a flash of recognition and something else — something that lingered in the air between you, like a fleeting thought.

The president's praise echoed in the background, a distant symphony of words that you could barely catch because your attention was focused solely on Leon as he walked towards the exit, allowing the crowd to part before him like a river obeying its course, and just then, in the quiet calm after the storm, a spontaneous decision took possession of you.

— «Leon!» you were surprised by the sound of your own voice breaking through the haze after the mission, the word hung in the air for a moment, a question and an invitation contained in one syllable, and Leon stopped, placing his hand on the door, and turned to face you as his eyes, tired but still alive, met yours in silent question.

A slight uncertainty hung between you, the weight of the unspoken, and then, almost instinctively, a smile spread across your face — «How about dinner, Leon? You and me, no pressure, no expectations, just a chance to relax after everything»

His eyebrows raised in surprise, his lips parted, as if he was about to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat, the fatigue in his eyes seemed to dissipate in an instant, replaced by the brilliance of something else — something that was dancing in the depths of his piercing blue gaze, and just your invitation made his thoughts go somewhere else, forcing you to repeat.

— «Leon?» you called again, and your voice cut through the silence like a light breeze, the expression on his face was a strange mixture of surprise and anticipation, there was vulnerability in his eyes, the look of a man accustomed to loneliness.

— «Kennedy!» you repeated more forcefully, this time using his last name as if breaking a barrier, and his reaction was immediate — he stared at the floor, absentmindedly rubbing his hand along his jawline, a habit that betrayed his internal thoughts, as the air seemed to freeze for a moment as he blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention.

Silence hung between you, thick and awkward, and then, as if shaking off the weight of his thoughts, Leon’s eyes met yours, there was a childlike innocence in the way he blinked his eyes, a vulnerability that shattered his facade.

— «You want… you want to have dinner with me?» he muttered, and the words came out of his mouth like a sudden confession, as if the simple fact of the invitation had taken him by surprise.

A laugh burst from your chest, a sound that seemed to echo down the hallway, and his blue eyes widened as a sudden blush of embarrassment filled his cheeks, causing him to look at the floor again, his disheveled hair falling into his eyes as if seeking refuge from unexpected attention.

— «Yes, Leon, i want to» you replied, your laugh lingering in the air, the invitation seeming to break through the sudden layers of his stoic demeanor as your hand intuitively slid over his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

His surprise gradually gave way to a shy smile — a rare sight on the face of an experienced agent — «I… I'd like that» he admitted, his voice quivering with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty, and this was the first crack in the armor that protected Leon from the outside world within the confines of his head.

The evening air was crisp as you led him to the parking lot, the echoes of the bustling city fading into the background, Leon following you with a feeling of pleasant carefreeness, his usual tension replaced by a rare lightness, as if an uneatable weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Once you reached your car, you turned to Leon and it was as if a switch had been flipped, the carefree aura that had surrounded him dissipated, replaced by slight awkwardness, he blinked as if coming out of a trance and his gaze focused on you with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

— «Oh, I, well, I thought, maybe we could take my car» Leon muttered with an unusual stutter, the words came out in a hasty attempt to convince you as his hands pointed towards the invisible car, his expression serious — «I can't let you drive us, this, you know, is wrong»

A quiet chuckle escaped your lips as he suddenly changed his behavior — «Leon, it's just a car, and besides, i promise i won't crash us, we're not at work right now, right?» with a teasing smile, you opened the car door for him, silently inviting him to join you.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between you and the open door before a shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips — «Alright, if you say so» he admitted with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and with a slight nod, he sat down in the passenger seat, his movements a little awkward, as if he was unsure of this uncharted territory.

As you watched him settle in, you couldn't help but notice the almost puppy like delight that danced in his eyes, his posture was slightly skewed, his legs spread apart in an attempt to find comfort, the careful adjustment of his seat belt betrayed a mixture of excitement and nervousness, it was rarely possible to see Kennedy, an experienced agent, in such a state, and it was impossible to suppress mental laughter at the sight of this delightful spectacle.

With a quiet click, you fastened your seat belt and started the engine, the hum of the car coming to life seemed to attract Leon's attention, and he glanced quickly in your direction, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity in his eyes.

The car pulled out of the parking lot smoothly, the city lights streaming past as you drove through the familiar streets, the silence between you comfortable, Leon, now more relaxed, leaned back in his seat as his gaze focused on the passing scenery.

— «So» you began, breaking the silence — «Is there a particular place in your mind, or do you leave the decision to fate?»

Leon chuckled, the sound was clear, sincere and warm — «To be honest, i'm fine with everything, it's been a long time since i've had the luxury of food choices»

You chuckled, the gentle purr of the engine mixing with the soft tunes coming from the car's stereo as the red glow of the sunset engulfed the car, and Leon, sitting next to you, seemed lost in his thoughts again, his gaze fixed on the cityscape rushing by.

One of the nearest restaurants was only a few minutes away, but you felt a sudden urge to break the silence, because the easy atmosphere of camaraderie that had formed between you, as it seemed to you, created the basis for conversation.

— «Alright, Leon» you started in a casual tone — «What brought you to this field? How did you end up being one of the best agents?»

Leon's gaze shifted from the window to you, surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had not expected this question, as if the barriers he had carefully erected had crumbled for a moment, and after a short pause, he sighed, and his expression took on a hint of nostalgia.

— «Well, it wasn't exactly a planned career move» he admitted, his voice a pure note of humor with the burden of memories — «Things in Racoon City got out of hand and i was knee deep in nightmare, after that, everything was somehow… has grown into something more, yeah»

The car continued on its way, the lights of the city reflecting in Leon's eyes as he shared fragments of his past, he spoke briefly of horrors that seemed to transcend reality while music played softly in the background, creating a gentle backdrop for the revelations unfolding in the silence of the car.

— «And then the offer came» Leon continued, his voice sounding dry — «An opportunity to join a different kind of struggle, at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do, but i never imagined that this would lead to all this»

There was a strange silence between you, not awkward, but full of unspoken truth in which the weight of Leon's words hung in the air, a reminder of the darkness that turned him into the agent he was today.

It was impossible not to notice the change in his behavior as well, his gaze took on a guilty look, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was struggling with his stubbornness, as if he had revealed more than he intended, and vulnerability flashed through the wrinkles of his face.

The soft glow of the restaurant sign signaled your arrival as you parked the car, and the quiet hum of the engine finally faded into the background as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the night air crackling with anticipation.

The cozy restaurant you chose to suit the situation was a haven of soft lighting, intimate conversations and the tantalizing aroma of culinary delights, when you entered through the wide doors, Leon followed you, tied to you by an invisible thread, his gaze darted around the room with childish curiosity, capturing atmosphere and subtle details that reflected the character of the restaurant.

You walked forward with a sense of purpose, a calming hum of activity surrounding you, the room with its muffled chatter and the clinking of cutlery seemed to offer refuge from the echoes of the outside world, and Leon, walking behind you, allowed himself to be led deeper into this refuge, glancing from time to time at your back with unspoken curiosity.

As the waitress escorted you to an empty table, you couldn't help but admire Leon's demeanor, he looked at you with an anticipation that spoke volumes, his eyes reflecting a silent mixture of gratitude and intrigue, the dim light illuminating his face with a warm glow, making him look almost ethereal.

Sitting at the table, you motioned for him to take a seat, to which he complied, sinking into his chair with a sense of relaxation that hinted at a man accustomed to danger, finding solace in unexpected moments of respite, in front of him lay a menu, a collection of culinary wonders, its pages decorated colorful images of delicious dishes.

You took charge, ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses with practiced ease, the waiter nodded and left, leaving you and Leon in the quiet anticipation that filled the air as the gentle hum of conversation surrounded you, a soothing symphony that seemed to envelop you two in a strange cocoon of shared loneliness.

Leaning back in his chair, Leon's eyes wandered over the pages of the menu, his gaze lingering on each dish as if savoring the anticipation of what was to come, there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, a relaxation that allowed you to see beyond the barrier.

— «You know» you started, and your voice broke the silence between you two — «I'm curious, what is your favorite cuisine? Is there a particular dish that you'll neeever be able to resist?»

His blue eyes looked up from the menu and met yours, there was a moment of pause, a flicker of contemplation before a small smile played on his lips — «To be honest, i'm not too picky, in the military camp i ate my fair share of military rations and questionable snacks, but if i had to choose, i would choose Italian, pasta can make everything better»

The genuine warmth in his smile made your heart skip a beat, it was a small revelation, a window into Leon's preferences beyond the usual, and then the waiter returned with the wine, and when the glasses were filled, a communal toast marked the beginning of the evening.

The scarlet liquid in the glasses, the remnants of a well chosen wine, added a subtle warmth to the evening, the first sip seemed to loosen the threads of restraint, and soon a light conversation flowed between you, Leon, now more relaxed, shared fragments of his past, and as he spoke, the flickering light of the candles played on his sharp features with a warm light.

— «Initially, i wanted to be a police officer» he admitted, looking intently at the swirling patterns in the glass — «But then Raccoon City happened, and… well, here i am» there was a hint of nostalgia in his voice, an acknowledgment of the turns that had shaped his current path.

You listened intently, the rich flavors of the dish on your plate intertwined with the stories Leon told you, drawing you into the narrative of his past.

The complexity of the life he had led, the battles and scars he had suffered, which were laid bare in the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant, and in return you shared pieces of your own history, the vulnerabilities and triumphs that had shaped you into the man sitting across from Leon.

The meal continued, each course savored and accompanied by the gentle clink of glasses, the wine flowing like a river, creating a general intoxication, the laughter echoing in the air seemed to push away the endless darkness that often shrouds your lives.

There was an air of relaxed camaraderie as the evening progressed, invisible shackles seemed to be falling away, and Leon's normally wary eyes now sparkled with a newfound warmth as the clinking of cutlery slowed to give way to a lull in conversation.

It was then that Leon, holding his gaze on you, broke the silence with a question that hung in the air like a gentle whisper — «Why did you invite me to dinner?»

A playful smile touched the corners of your lips — «Just wanted company, Leon, is that too much am i asking for?» the words were light, a veil that hid deeper currents, you didn’t want to reveal the true depth of your newfound intentions just yet.

The waiter, attuned to the rhythm of the evening, was invited with a nod as he presented the bill, you reached for your card with easy grace, this seemingly ordinary gesture brought stars of delight into Leon's blue eyes, and he watched with a somewhat uncertain expression as you make the payment smoothly, and the transaction is completed with familiar ease.

— «How can i repay you for this generosity?» Leon broke the silence with a sense of gratitude and humility in his voice, his gaze moving between you and the waiter, who quietly moved away from the table, leaving the two of you in a bubble of intimate conversation.

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you finished the wine in your glass, you leaned in slightly, your voice a soft whisper promising uncharted territory — «I've got a couple of ideas, Leon» and with these words, you stood up from your seat, and your leg imperceptibly stretched out under the table and ran along Leon’s leg, causing a slight shiver run through his body, as he fluttered his lush eyelashes.

The blush that colored Leon’s cheeks added a playful warmth to his expression, and the playfulness in your gaze matched the unexpected sparkle in his eyes.

As you headed towards the exit, Leon hurriedly followed you, adjusting his tie, the air outside carrying the promise of a night filled with anticipation, and the bright stars overhead seemed to wink knowingly as the two of you walked into the endless darkness.

The drive to your apartment was a cascade of anticipation, every heartbeat a pulsating rhythm synchronized with the teasing touches and whispered words that danced between you and Leon, the city lights passing through the fog as the car drove through the winding streets, carrying you both into the night that promised the unknown.

As you crossed the threshold of your apartment, the door closed with a loud slam, reflecting the urgency that simmered beneath the surface, the hallway became a canvas for the clash of desire and restraint, Leon, his blue eyes sparkling brightly as he pinned you against the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to a heated argument ensued.

The urgency in Leon's movements was palpable as he hastily pulled off his blazer, the fabric gracefully sliding to the floor, in the enclosed space his lips sought yours in a passionate, hungry kiss, while your fingers tangled in his strands of hair, and the world beyond the threshold became insignificant.

The kiss dragged on, a flash of seething feelings bursting from beneath the surface as Leon pulled away, his eyes skimming the contours of your swollen lips, a silent acknowledgment of the sight before him, and without wasting a second, his attention turned to your neck, where gentle kisses and caresses left a hot mark on the skin.

— «Ah! Careful there» a playful scold left your lips as Leon's teeth grazed your skin and his chuckle bounced off your chest, his lips continuing to move lower between your breasts, a trail of desire leaving a painful trail as the hallway became a secret theater dance of passion and longing.

With a sly look, Leon's fingers deftly unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt, each quiet click reflecting the growing tension in the air, his lips brushed against your bare skin, whispering — «I think i know exactly how to repay you for dinner» the words hung in the air, a promise that lit the flame of desire.

The shirt, now unbuttoned, revealed a canvas of skin that seemed to invite exploration, the glow of blue eyes expressing hunger as he admired the soft contours exposed to his attention, and his lips found yours again, the kiss a fusion of urgency and tenderness.

With deliberate slowness, his large hand slides down to the zipper of your trousers, fingers deftly pulling it down, inch by agonizing inch, the sound of metal teeth falling apart filling the air, a teasing reminder of what lies ahead.

The cool air touches your exposed skin as Leon removes your pants, his gaze glued to your quivering thighs, one by one he removes the fabric in front of him, leaving you completely vulnerable in front of him, forcing you to step over the fabric lying on the floor.

His touches are gentle, his hands slide freely over your heated flesh, confidently tracing the curves of your body, clinging to the elastic of your panties, and the anticipation in the room is palpable, so much so that you can suffocate.

His fingers grab the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with teasing slowness, allowing them to come unstuck from your already wet folds, savoring every flutter of your eyelashes and every quiet sigh that slips from your lips as the coolness of the room envelops your wet warmth, forcing you to say nothing — «Leon..»

His name, falling from your lips in a hoarse whisper, ignites a primal fire in him, and he falls to his knees, positioning himself between your spread legs, his long fingers, calloused and well groomed, running between your smooth folds, causing a trembling moan from the depths of your throat.

A wave of pleasure runs through your body as he explores your wetness, his touch teasing and firm, your back arching against the cold wall as he lifts your legs and places them on his broad shoulders, completely exposing your wet cunt to his slightly darkened gaze.

Comfortably positioned, he reaches his face into your shiny folds, his hands squeezing your thighs in place, pressing your legs to his broad shoulders, and his tongue is ready to caress your swollen clit, the smell of your arousal fills the air, intoxicating him, bringing him to the limit of self control.

Pinkish lips part in a hungry gesture of anticipation as he licks them, enjoying the anticipation of your arousal, and with a gentle movement of two fingers, he parts your wet folds, revealing the soft pink flesh underneath.

His mouth descends onto your cunt, his tongue plunging deep into your slick heat, the wet, velvety muscle working tirelessly, caressing your folds with perky strokes as his nose brushes against your sensitive bud, sending a wave of pleasure through your body and eliciting a moan from your lips — «Hmph! mngh!»

Your moans trigger a reaction from him and he grunts, followed by a low growl as he devours you with precise purpose, his face buried between your thighs, only crown of dark hair visible as you clutch his strands, his tongue expertly exploring every crevice, every fold, bringing you closer to the abyss of ecstasy, changing between long and short flicks of the tongue.

His tongue plunges deeper, reacting to the desperate grip of your fingers in his hair, as you squeeze and pull, your hips buckle forward, thrusting towards him, and he skillfully manipulates his tongue, alternating between gentle caresses and passionate movements.

Your legs tremble under the weight of growing pleasure, threatening to give way as your moans and whimpers fill the room, your movements becoming a relentless dance, a symphony of sensations that drives you to the edge and back with his skillful touches.

His ministrations quicken, his tongue touching your sensitive flesh with a fervor that matches your own, each agonizing swirl and flick sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing down your spine, intensifying the constricting spiral of desire within you, making you whimper.

A sudden growl reverberates against your sensitive flesh as you push harder against his tongue, giving him access to the depths of your cunt, your folds clenching around his pink tongue muscle, squeezing and sucking him in, coating his tongue, lips and chin in a rush of your intoxicating juices.

He laps up your essence with a hungry fervor, enjoying the slurping sounds that fill the room, every slurp and suck a testament to his gluttony, his relentless need to feel every drop of your arousal.

Your whimpering cries of pleasure only fuel him, driving him deeper into the pulsating depths of your cunt, he relishes the combination of your taste and his own hunger, losing himself in the hedonistic dance of primal desire, licking you clean.

Leon's hands, both strong and gentle, gently lifted you up and held you close, licking your fluids from his lips and moving deeper into the dim apartment, searching for a room with a soft surface.

When the bedroom door instinctively swung open, you found yourself in a space that promised more, the bed beckoned, and Leon, still holding you in his arms, gently lowered you onto the mattress, and finally the city and the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon desires.

The room was bathed in the soft light of the bedside lamp, casting shadows that danced along the walls, Leon's eyes, a storm of desire, met yours with such force that they left no room for hesitation, his lips traced the path along the line of your jaw, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver along your spine.

As he hovered over you, Leon's fingers delicately traced the contours of your skin, his gaze a mixture of awe and hunger, a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy unfolding between you, and the room seemed to pulse with the shared beating of your heart.

His hands slide under your bra, his fingers deftly undo the clasp and the fabric falls away, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze, he cups them in his palms, their weight filling his palms as he caresses and squeezes, his touch both hard and gentle, hungry.

Moist lips descend over your bare nipples, gliding over them with a deliberate, teasing touch, his mouth enveloping them, sucking gently, drawing pleasure from the tender peaks, and his tongue dances across the sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

As his lips work their magic on your breasts, his free hand moves to his pants, quickly unzipping them and pulling them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion, his throbbing cock slapping against his stomach, the head glistening with precum as he settles between your slick folds, settling between the stickiness.

The friction of his cock against your wetness ignites a primal ache deep within you, intensifying the need that courses through your veins, his moves bold and unyielding, he teases the entrance to your cunt with the swollen head of his cock and you mewl impatiently, making him laugh hoarsely — «L-Leon, hmph, p-please»

He teases you, teasingly stroking the swollen head of his cock along your slick folds, eliciting an even louder moan from your lips as he huskily teases — «Please what, sweetheart?»

He doesn't wait for an answer though, with calculated precision he thrusts into you, the thickness of his cock stretching your walls inch by inch as he slowly sinks into you, enjoying the feeling of your tight warmth enveloping him.

You arching back and wrapped legs around his waist only fuels his desire, adding to the primalness, and your whimpering cries of pleasure echo in his ears, prompting him to completely mark you as something of his, because he doesn't want to lose such a treasure.

His first thrusts are deliberate and unhurried, every movement a sign of his control as he leans down to kiss, lick and bite your neck and shoulders, marking you as his.

His eyes roam over your wet and puffy nipples, his gaze taking in the sight of your arousal, the burning desire in his gaze palpable as he watches your wet cunt greedily swallow his throbbing cock, a smile forming on his lips.

He praises you clearly, his voice a low, raspy purr right into your ear, acknowledging the pleasure coursing through your body — «So beautiful like that, even better than in your tight official clothes» he bites his lip, a mixture of satisfaction on his face as he openly enjoys the connection between you.

With a sudden surge of intensity, the thrusts speed up, each powerful movement causing your tits to bounce seductively as your body moves in tandem with his, rising and falling on the sheets.

Your hands reach out and grab his biceps, your fingers digging into his skin with searing touches, leaving behind light scratches from your nails that indicate your need, and in response, he leans down and kisses your lips softly, instant tenderness amid unbridled passion.

As the pace of his thrusts increases, his balls slap against the curve of your soft ass, flushed red from the spanking, and the rhythmic sound intensifies as the air fills with shocking tension, and the pleasure builds as he penetrates deeper.

Strong hands deftly spread your legs wider, bending them at the knees on either side of his body, with each thrust he penetrates deeper into your pussy, enjoying the mesmerizing sight of his cock disappearing inside you, accompanied by obscene squelching sounds filling the room.

The room fills and rings with your loud moans of pleasure in blissful surrender, suddenly a beast like growl escapes Leon's lips and then he nuzzles your shoulder, his grip tightening around you, pressing you deeper into the bed, placing his hand under your head, slightly squeezing you with his bicep.

His thrusts become faster and more insistent as the bed beneath you begins to shake in response to the force of his thrusts, the powerful rhythm of his hips grinding against yours creating loud slapping sounds as you mewl, your brain turning to mush and endless requests pouring out from your swollen wet lips — «Don't, d-don't stop, mmfh! yesyesyes»

— «Didn't, fuuck, intend to» he drawls, your desperate pleas and babbles causing laughter to rumble from the depths of his broad chest where the tie of his previously hastily unbuttoned shirt dangled, he relishes the raw intensity of the moment, the primal connection between your bodies that becomes stronger with each of his thrusts.

In response to your words and the tight grip of your folds around him, Leon's thrusts become even faster, thrusting deeper into you with unyielding force, one of your legs lifting up to give him better access, increasing the friction between your bodies.

As the coil of pleasure clenches in your stomach, you reach out with your hands and scratch at the back of his shirt, leaving a trail of fire behind you as you begin to knead it, your whimpering cries of pleasure filling the air, mixing with the primal grunt that escapes Leon's lightly bitten lips.

His cock pulsates inside you, the swollen head hitting your cervix with each powerful thrust, the combination of pleasure and slight discomfort only intensifies your arousal, bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy, making you shudder and arch under him.

Leon feels his climax coming, a familiar warmth coiling in his core as the tension reaches its peak, feeling your body arch in response, he decides to prolong the pleasure by sliding his cock out of your cunt, leaving just the tip at your entrance.

But suddenly, with a primal rush of force, he slams back into you, causing you to cry out and jump forward in surprise and pleasure, the force of his thrusts causing a shiver of ecstasy to run through your body, building until you reach the pinnacle of pleasure followed by loud slaps.

Fueled by overwhelming sensations, you scream out in a powerful orgasm, your wet warmth squeezing and pulsating around Leon's thick cock and you instinctively wrap your arms and legs around him, seeking comfort and grounding amid the waves of pleasure.

As your walls grip him tightly, he succumbs to his own climax, coating your slick walls with hot spurts of cum, the raw force of his release adding an extra layer of intensity, palpably filling you with his hot fluid and allowing your aunt to feel full as it slowly spreads down his length.

As Leon slowly pulls out of your throbbing hole, he watches with satisfaction as his cum pours out, coating his still slightly hard cock in a glistening sheen, your cunt opening and closing, pulsating after an intense orgasm, fat globes of cum dripping onto the sheets.

Your legs shake violently from the force of your release, and Leon responds with a gentle touch, gently squeezing your legs with his hands, offering support and comfort as your trembling subsides, leaning down he kisses your kneecaps gently, his touch soothing and gentle as he strokes yours skin in circles.

In this post orgasmic haze, the room is filled with a mixture of scents — a heady mixture of sweat, sex and the distinct aroma of your mixed fluids, especially his musk which gradually soothes your body, plunging you into the warmth and softness of the sheets.

He finally notices that you've stopped shaking, a sign that your body is beginning to regain its composure, so with a sense of attentiveness, he gently slides out of the bed, his movements careful not to disturb your relaxed state as he goes to find a towel, when suddenly you reach out and you tug at his wrist, suddenly whimpering a couple of intelligible words — «Don't, later»

He hears your quiet whimpers, begging him to stay for a few more minutes, and a sudden chuckle escapes his lips as he gives in to your request, understanding your vulnerability in the moment after intense sex, and he's definitely glad that he was able to bring you to such a limp state, whispering measuredly — «Alright, as you'll say»

Lying down next to you, he gently pulls you towards him, your soft body pressed against his own, and Leon treats you with tenderness, kissing the top of your head as a sign of affection, deciding to put off the trip for a towel and the usual gentlemanliness, choosing instead to enjoy the closeness.

The bed turns into a cozy cocoon of warmth and satisfaction, and neither of you wants to think about anything else and where these consequences of dinner will lead, knowing only that you both just experienced excellent sex, when you press yourself against his chest and begin to slowly fall asleep, and he joins in next, pressing his warm lips into the top of your head and gently scooping you closer.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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So, I've had this strange and, maybe, cool idea that I would like to share with you!

Reader, who made their way up to the Galar Championsip, they are known for their strange connection to Pokémon, and for never talking, or showing their face. People know very little about them, and rarely see them, but on one day, the finally day, the truth unfolds!

When they step onto the field, surrounded by cameras, they throw off their cloak only to show that all this time, the Pokémon Trainer was not in fact human, but also a Pokémon! Bisharp, to be exact.

The shock, the news! The unexpected twist!

Hope that you'll like it! Take your time, I can wait, writing is a very tiring progress✨

"Leon! How do you feel about the mystery challenger you endorsed being moments away from battling you?"

"Have they ever spoken a word to you, Leon?"

"Who do you think they could be? Someone outside this region? An old rival looking for revenge?"

"I haven't got a clue who they are just yet, but if I know one thing...it's that this battle is going to be amazing! I can just feel it!" The Galarian Champion grinned with pride, standing amidst a swarm of reporters who wanted to question him before he prepared for the final match.

At last, the day arrived.

One that many anticipated.

Because today Leon will be facing a particularly unique challenger:

You, somebody who mysteriously showed up in Galar one day and kept their identity hidden beneath a covert cloak. Nobody knew what you actually looked like, and it was even harder to know what you sounded like....as you've never spoken to anyone.

Not even to Leon, although you made your wishes to enter the gym challenge very clear when you approached him, handing him a card with a simple request:

Endorse Me --B

"B" was the only name he knew you by, and nothing else. But he understood that you probably didn't like talking too much, similar to Allister. So he obliged, permitting you to wear the cloak as you were rather insistent on doing so.

Who would have though you'd conquer the Championship by storm and were now minutes away from battling him for the title?

You've truly wowed the crowd as you defeated the gym leaders with flying colors. And all you ever did was point at them and let your Pokémon finish the job--all without uttering a single command.

You even took down Raihan's Gigantamaxed-Duraludon in just a single turn!

It's like you shared a psychic connection with them, although you've ducked out of the way of reporters and fanatics who were just obsessed with you, refusing to be swarmed.

Still, your aura of mystery, strong bonds, and intelligent Pokémon quickly became the talk of the town. And it made Leon all the more thrilled to battle you, hoping he'll get to learn more about you that way.

So when the news crew started getting word that you arrived in Wyndon for the final match, he took that as his cue to get ready.

He was so excited, he almost got lost on his way to the locker room.

.........

Stepping out onto the field, you were immediately greeted by cameras hovering on all sides, mounted by Aegislash.

Every angle was determined to capture you in your star moment...as you were about to battle Galar's current champion.

But even with all of this attention on you, you didn't wave or acknowledge the cameras one bit. Your focus was only on the purple-haired man who was waiting for you in the center.

For a second or two, Leon was thrown-off by the uproarious cheers coming from the crowd after you appeared. Usually he was being rooted for the most, although it's clear that people were psyched to see you battle him.

You've been one of Galar's greatest mysteries since your arrival, and still nobody knew who you were or how you became so strong.

Stopping in front of him, you looked into his eyes, only giving a small nod of acknowledgement.

"Well this is it, B. The moment everyone's been waiting for." He grinned. "Are you ready for.......oh, guess they are.." His face fell flat as you simply turned and headed back to your position on the field.

Now he was just dying to find out who you truly are.

Who really stood under that cloak?

For now, though, all that mattered was this battle that would determine if he'd successfully defend his title as Champion...or if you were somehow going to come out on top.

Standing back at his position, Leon patted both side of his face, taking a few deep breaths. Then he tossed his heavy cape to the wind, which was hastily collected by a staff member before he struck his signature pose for all to see.

The crowd's cheers have grown tenfold, chanting his name as they mimicked the iconic gesture.

You grunted in interest, impressed how that simple action got everyone so riled up and excited. And it made you wonder...

Looking to your cloak, you gripped it with metal fingers that were barely visible to the cameras. For a moment or two you stood there debating, wondering if....

No.

You're done dodging people and hiding from the public eye.

You've kept up this mystery long enough.

It's about time everyone here knew who you really were.

"What's this? Is our mystery challenger about to reveal their identity??" An announcer cried out. "It's the moment we've all been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen!!!"

With another grunt, you finally threw off your cloak, letting it fall to the ground beside you, eyes closed as you anticipated everybody's judgement.

Most of the crowd descended into silence; even Leon, Hop, and the other gym leaders couldn't believe what they were seeing right before their very eyes.

After all this time, they thought they were battling a strong human Pokémon Trainer.

But no.

Instead it was a Pokémon itself.

"What a twist! I can't believe it! It seems that our mysterious competitor is none other than the Pokémon Bisharp! Somehow it has risen through the ranks of the championship without the assistance of a trainer! It's incredible! This has NEVER happened in the history of Pokémon battling!!"

Soon the crowd went WILD.

Many wondered how it was even legal for a Pokémon to enter a human competition; a few others--especially those watching from home--were convinced you were just a person in a Bisharp costume.

But the cameras surrounding you didn't lie.

You were a real Bisharp, and you were determined to become the first ever Pokémon to win a championship.

"Shar.." With a smirk, you raised your hands up to the cameras, giving them a small wave. You were relieved that your secret was finally out; it gave you a massive confidence boost after seeing how all the humans reacted.

As you then sharpened your bladed arms and readied your first pokeball, you gazed at Leon from across the way. His jaw was dropped in shock, unable to believe who he was battling.

It was quite amusing to you.

Of course, many knew Bisharps were strategic commanders of Pawniards....but nobody would have guessed they'd be intelligent enough to lead a competitive team of different Pokémon outside their lineage.

Well, you're the shining example that it was possible.

After sending out your Pokémon, you huffed, wondering when your opponent was going to snap out of it and start taking this battle seriously.

But he quickly realized you were waiting, and seemed flustered.

"Sorry. I just...wow....I can't believe you were.....ah, what does it matter?" Shaking his head, he grinned as he finally sent out his first Pokémon, ready to defend his title. "We're gonna have a champion time regardless. So give me everything you got, Bisharp!"

#finally back into swsh ty for waiting <33 #clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon sword x reader #pokemon shield x reader #pokemon leon #bisharp #pokemon reader

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Body swap diaries: PETER’s CYOC

After months of training and studying, I stood there proudly with fellow agents and superiors in the lower levels of Area 51 awaiting for my first mission as a full fledge secret service agent. It was a grueling time to the point that out of 50 candidates, only 3 of us actually made it.

We hear a gruff raspy voice from the intercom. “Welcome new agents and congratulations. You all are now officially part of the secret service which; as you all know, deals with more covert missions regarding this country. So please meet up with your superiors to discuss your first mission.”

All of the agents dispersed and so did I, and made it to Mr. Carlson’s office. I open the door and see a half naked man with curly hair frantically trying to put his clothes on.

“Ahh dammit looks like i forgot to close that damn door again. Lock it for me will you Peter.” I locked the door behind and sat at one of the office chairs trying not to look and stare at my supervisor’s body. “Hahaha come on now Peter, don’t be so shy. This isn’t the first you’ve seen me in another body.” He was right, but the usual bodies he’s in are the bigger hairy daddy types.

“So i guess you took my advice huh”

“ yeah. Went with someone younger and chose this guy named Jon to take for my time off. Gotta say its a different feeling.” He flexes his arms.

“You look great sir”

“Hahaha thanks Peter. Now since you were the highest achieving agent we have, i decided to assign you as a personal guard for a past president. As may know, any two term US president that finishes their service gets assigned a lifetime agent to help with safety and security, and they are also enrolled with the ‘reincarnation program’ which…

“Gives the ex president and their partner, a choice to have their consciousness transferred to another person’s body.”

“Very good Peter!” He claps his hands “now of course they can opt out of it if they choose to, but we at least wanna give them a taste of it and see if its for them.”

“Isnt it too early for Mr Obama to be in this program?”

“Yes you’re right which is why I’m assigning you to George W bush.”

“Wait isnt there someone already assigned to Mr. Bush?”

“There was, but we are reassigning Gary to a much more… lets just covert mission.” I just nod my head knowing exactly what he means.

“Now Mr Bush has been living in his current body Bruno for almost a year in Brazil.”

“How about the real Bruno.”

“He’s living life as Mr. Bush. We programmed him to practically BE George Bush… memories and all” i nod my head. “ now Mr Bush has been alerted of the change in staff but I would like you to travel to Brazil and introduce yourself”

“No problem sir. Will do”

“I also gave the guys at the lab the Ok to swap you with someone else for this mission, of course you don’t have to.”

I thought about it for a short while and decided to swap. “ Thank you sir. I will go right now.”

“Sounds good. Here is a catalog of the guys that are available.”

I look over it and saw Jon’s body with the amount of $10,000 right by his name. “Damn! I cant believe this kid is getting paid $10,000 to swap bodies with an agent” i thought to myself.

“now if you’ll excuse me. I think its officially time for me to start my Time off.”

“Have fun sir and Ill see you when you get back.”

I leave his office and made my way towards the all the while looking at the catalog.

“Hey Peter!” I waved at Vinh “ Mr Carlson told me all about your mission. So have you thought about which body you want.”

I looked over the catalog one last time…. “This one” I said

(Which of these guys should Peter switch with. From top to bottom: Joey, Christian, Larry, Leon).

#male body swap #body swap diaries #body switch #body swap #bruno moraes cunha #joey swoll #christian deguzman #larry gao #leon yaki #jon skywalker

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mychoombatheroomba · 2 months

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Show Them What You Can Do

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 27

Training begins at Fort Benning, and Leon realizes just how far he's come.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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CW: assholes in the army in the 1990's and some slander against tank operators

The ride to Fort Benning was a long and strange one.

When Leon had been "recruited" into STRATCOM, he'd been promised that they would teach him how to handle every kind of situation. He supposed that he hadn’t really expected that to include tanker training. More than that, he hadn’t expected to leave the base he'd called home for so long. He knew it was for more than just tank training that you were all heading there, though. Krauser needed time. He needed to convince the men upstairs that this training should be tell-all.

To tell everyone what sort of horrors they’d be thrown up against.

Leon tried to imagine their reactions. They might have heard rumors of Raccoon City and the undead that had stalked its streets, but that was all too different from knowing that such a thing was possible. That it existed.

Assuming that Krauser could get access to what he needed.

That was what he thought of as he sat in the Humvee, wishing that you had been put in the same vehicle as you. Or, at the very least, that there was some music. Instead, he'd sat with Valeria, Anderson and Alejandro, while Alenko drove and prattled on about the tanks that awaited them all.

The man’s eyes lit up even more when you all arrived, searching for the heavy machines he was so excited to see.

Fort Benning was massive. Large enough to house hundreds of soldiers, as well as the tanks and open space large enough to drive them. Your squad's home base wasn't even half that size. It was meant to be small. Covert. Everything about this place was shock and awe by comparison.

And the soldiers being trained there acted like it.

Your base had an air of bravado and arrogance to it, sure, but the men here were on another level. The minute your squad unloaded, Leon felt eyes on him. Heard whispers and snickered jokes. He supposed that driving around several-ton machines that were designed only to kill, could inflate one's sense of confidence. But he soon learned that it was more than just the tanks these men drove that made them eye your squad like vultures.

"You'd think they'd never seen a woman before," Williams grumbled as everyone filed into the barracks, passing too many leering cadets on the way.

"They haven't," Alenko shook his head. "At least, not here. The Armor School's never admitted women before."

Leon had frowned at that. "What?" He'd looked over to you for confirmation, and you barely nodded before Valeria grinned and butted in.

"So, these boys get to see history in the making. Lucky them," she said, giving one particularly offended looking cadet a wink, and even if Leon didn't like or trust her, he couldn't help but smile at the sentiment. He saw that even you did, as much as you tried to hide a positive reaction to anything Valeria did.

And even if it was more training, more exertion and more methods of dealing death to learn, there was some excitement to be found in the fact that this squad was making history. And Leon soon found some small excitement as the squad lined up in the motor pool on the first day, and you were all surrounded by massive metal beasts. Things Leon had never thought to be so close to, much less operate. That excitement spread through most of the squad, he could see it in their eyes.

But in your eyes, he saw something else. Something he only glimpsed at lunch in the mess hall, or when you would all retire to the barracks. Your eyes would linger on the soldiers of Fort Benning - not the ones that would cause you and the rest of the squad trouble, but rather the little groups they’d formed amongst themselves. Leon saw you watching them laughing together at mealtimes, talking in groups before turning in for the night . . .

It didn’t take a genius to imagine why. You’d spoken very little about those you’d been stationed with before, but the Army had been your life. Your purpose. And the people in it . . . well, Leon knew you well enough by now to know that you hadn’t always been so guarded.

He wondered if you’d shared laughs like that with your brothers in arms, once. If you’d shoved someone when they told a bad joke. If you’d shown the side of yourself that Leon had been lucky enough to know more freely.

There was little time to think about it, though. Not when you were all essentially learning two Army roles at once. When you weren’t all learning how to operate and maintain the tanks, you were sent into the woods alongside the cavalry scouts, rifles in hand. It was more work in less time than either role would traditionally have to deal with, but Leon expected no less of Krauser. Even if the Major wasn’t there, he was still pushing you all to the limit.

And you and Leon pushed yourselves harder still.

Your sparring sessions continued in your off hours and, somewhat begrudgingly so, Williams, Alenko and Valeria joined you most nights. The staff had seemed intrigued when you both asked for the practice knives necessary, and your sessions quickly drew crowds. The cadets wanted to see what was so special about these STRATCOM recruits, it seemed. And the five of you gave them a good show. Good enough that Leon heard the cadets whispering. At least, it started as whispering. Then it gradually grew loud enough for Leon to hear the words.

“Don’t see what’s so special about them.”

“Shit, bet we could lay ‘em out.”

“I’d like to lay that pretty one out-”

“Which one? That boy with the fringe is prettier than all of them-”

Leon’s eyes narrowed, ducking under a swing from Valeria as he heard the words. If his sparring partner noticed the conversation happening around them, she didn’t seem to mind it.

Who did mind, though, was watching with crossed arms from the sidelines, giving Williams and Alenko notes in a way that reminded Leon of a bit of Krauser. He didn’t know how the Major would react to the comments, but you . . . he saw the annoyance on your face grow more and more.

Williams beat you to the punch, though.

“You assholes don’t have anything better to be doing?” she asked, stopping her fight with Alenko and looking over at the sneering cadets.

The leader of the little group just smiled. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he said, looking past Williams and to Valeria. “There are lots of other things I’d rather be doing.”

The fight between Leon and Valeria ended quickly then, as the dark-eyed woman noticed the attention on her. “Don’t think you could handle me,” she said, and even if it was in her usual confident tone, the sharpness of her eyes betrayed that she didn’t appreciate the attention.

With a self-satisfied smile, the leader of the pack stepped forward. “Think I’d like to try, though.”

“Don’t be a dick-” Alenko began to protest, but Leon was a little faster.

“If you’re looking to get your ass handed to you, go ahead,” Leon said, because he of all people knew that Valeria could shut this man up with little effort. Any of the five of you could, he was sure. But this man didn’t seem convinced.

“Bet she’d put up more of a fight than you,” the man said, stepping closer to Leon now. Two steps were all he managed to take before another voice joined in. One that made Leon smile, despite the irritation he was feeling.

“You wanna run your mouth all night, or you wanna fight?” you asked, looking over at the cadets that had been dealing out the trash talk.

The men looked surprised, and then they looked far too smug. “Oh, yeah?” one asked, a young man with broad shoulders and short-cropped hair. A jaw that Leon thought was exceedingly punchable. “Didn’t think you spec ops types were allowed to mix with the rest of us,” he said, drawing a hard line between your group and his.

You just held his eye contact, and Leon felt a surge of utter adoration for you as you spoke again. “We all have to get our hands dirty sometimes.”

The cadet sneered, looking to his fellows before stepping forward. “Alright. Never thought I’d get to kick a spec ops soldier’s ass.”

Your reply was cold and swift. “You won’t.”

That sneer turned into a full-bodied frown, his eyes flashing with the fire of a wounded pride. “You think you’re special? An army of girls and pretty boys? What do they teach you over there, huh? How to paint your nails? How to style your hair?”

“How to humble assholes like you.” Leon couldn’t say where the comment came from, and he didn’t much care. He took some small pride in the way the cadet’s gaze snapped towards him, all angry fire.

“You think you can take me, pretty boy?” It was amazing how, from you, the nickname sent chills down Leon’s spine. From anyone else, though - and from this cadet specifically . . . Leon just felt it stoke the need to show this arrogant bastard what you’d all spent so many hours learning. What so many bruises and black eyes had taught him.

“I don’t just think it,” Leon answered, and he saw you smirk out of the corner of his eye. You and the rest of your little training group.

The square-jawed cadet tilted his head, popping the bones in his neck in an over-exaggerated way. “Alright then,” he said, stepping up to Leon. "Let's do this."

This man, whoever he was, was massive. He was built well, no doubt from hours spent training. He looked like the kind of man who could knock someone unconscious with a single punch.

So, Leon wouldn't give him the chance.

"Armed or unarmed?" Leon asked, his heart steady. Steadier than maybe it should have been.

The answer came quickly. "Unarmed."

And so, Leon handed his knife to Valeria, who gave him a devilish smile. "Fuck him up, blanquito ," she said and stepped back. Leon looked over at you, watching from a few feet away. You wore a smirk that matched Valeria's. A silent urging that he could see plainly in your eyes.

Show them what you can do.

Who was he to disappoint you?

So, he took up his stance a little ways away from the challenger, bringing his arms up. He had never liked the idea of violence to prove a point. He'd never been one to pick fights, and all the ones he'd chosen as of late were not out of malice or anger. But if the man was going to say shit like that, Leon could make an exception. Besides, he wanted to spar anyway. Krauser's words echoed in Leon's head, and they made him have to suppress a smirk. Might even learn something. So, as the cadet met him, taking up a ready stance as well, Leon exhaled a breath, and found that there was no fear to expel from his body.

Only the need to teach this asshole a lesson.

The cadet attacked first, as Leon expected he might. His fist came forward with a power that Leon knew would bruise, the force of it parting the air as the man across from him swung. But the blow never landed, and Leon met the man's strength with his own as he blocked the strike.

And then, with a speed that he'd honed at the end of your knife, Leon moved.

There was no knife in the man's hand, but Leon knew that certain techniques would carry over anyway. Techniques like controlling the arm, his hands closing to keep it in place. Keeping the cadet he was fighting still long enough for the quick knee Leon brought up into his stomach to connect. He pulled the blow just enough not to hurt the man too badly, but the cadet still had his air forced from him as it landed. And then even more air as Leon leveraged his arm and forced the cadet face-first to the ground, pinning him down in the dirt.

And from there, from his place of near-effortless victory, Leon knew exactly how you'd felt that first day he'd met you. He knew how utterly powerful you must have felt, taking someone down like it was nothing. He remembered so vividly what it was like to be the one down in the dirt. The one who'd been so thoroughly defeated. That day, part of him had thought he'd never know what it was to be the victor.

But here he was. And as he looked up at you, as he saw the utter pride in your expression, he couldn't help but feel pride in himself, too.

Pride enough for him to do as you did on that first day as he let the squirming cadet up, looking down at him with a smirk of his own. "Again?"

The man was furious, Leon could see it in his face. Ears and cheeks red, eyes narrowed . . . but his pride wouldn't let him stop. He spat the word Leon was waiting for. "Again."

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And again.

You watched Leon humiliate the cadet who'd challenged him over and over again that night, and with each victory, you felt something swell in your chest. Pride, yes, but something else too. Affection. Adoration. You thought back to that first day, when you'd faced down a frustrated and overwhelmed rookie, one you'd never imagined yourself caring for.

One you'd never imagined yourself falling for.

You'd fallen for Leon's kindness. His empathy. His determination. But as you watched him fight that night in Fort Benning, you found yourself falling for another part of him entirely: his power. His skill. His steadiness. He'd come so far, and as the sun dipped beneath the sky and Leon went on, sweat beading at his brow and his beautiful blue eyes focused on his opponent, you couldn't have been prouder. More . . .

You didn't let yourself focus on that deeper emotion bubbling in your chest. The one that bellied all others, which made the world a little brighter when you looked at Leon. When you spoke to him. When he kissed you.

You didn't want to focus on that. Didn't want to name it. Instead, you watched as Leon brought the cadet he was fighting down with a powerful kick to the side, sending the man sprawling.

And finally, it seemed, the man had enough.

He stood slowly, trying his best to keep his balance after the thorough thrashing Leon had given him. His eyes told you that even if he'd been defeated, though, this fight wasn't over. "Fucking spec ops-" he spat, and the crowd that had gathered to watch the fight murmured a little. "None of that shit is gonna help you behind the controls of a tank." He was grasping at straws. Trying to keep some semblance of his tattered pride.

Your squad, though, wasn't having any of it, and you found your heart stirring for a different reason when Alenko stepped up beside Leon, clasping a hand on his shoulder. "No. And bruises won't help you behind those controls, either. So, I'd suggest you go get some sleep."

"Or stay," Valeria piped in, crossing her arms and smirking. "If you want some more."

You watched from the sidelines as your fellow recruits stood by Leon, backing him up. Supporting him as a squad should. It had been so long since you'd felt that. Camaraderie. Unity. And then, even if it should have frightened you, it made you crack a small smile.

The cadet Leon had beaten looked between you all, then to Leon, and his rage simmered behind his eyes. Still, he waved a hand, turning and storming off. Some of his fellow Fort Benning cadets followed him, throwing harsh glances at Leon. Not all, though. Some approached, grinning or giving respectful nods. Some congratulated him on his string of victories, their respect earned.

And then it was just the five of you, and you were all smiles.

"Fucking beautiful, Kennedy," Williams said, stepping up to Leon and then punching him a little too hard in the shoulder. "Next time, though, leave some for me."

Leon laughed, and the sound only made your smile grow more. "Deal,” he nodded, and Alenko piped in.

“There might be a next time, you know. Guys like that don’t like being made a fool of.”

“Good,” Valeria grinned. “Because I think I’d like to see you land a few hits on him,” she looked at Williams, and you missed the way it made the taller woman go pink because you looked down, overcome with a sense of longing that you’d never quite been able to bury. A memory of smiles and witty comments, and a radio playing stupid, happy songs. A sense of togetherness that had been ripped away from you.

And you realized then, when it was just in reach, how much you’d missed it.

“Sarge-” your title. Always your title with everyone but Leon. It was that way by your own design, you supposed. It was less personal that way. But the way Valeria said it now, like more of a nickname than a rank . . . it made you look up, and you almost didn’t begrudge her the too-knowing look she shot you. “Aren’t you going to congratulate your boy?”

Your boy.

You should have been pissed at her for saying something like that, for risking even an implication of that connection. Instead, though, that frustration melted when you saw how Leon looked, smiling and surrounded by his squad mates.

It made your troubled eyes soften.

You didn’t move closer, not yet, but you did nod. “Never enjoyed seeing someone get their ass whooped so much,” you said, your eyes finding Leon’s, saying more to him with that look than you ever could with words.

The smile it brought from Leon was worth more than anything in the world. “Learned from the best,” he said, and you wished that you could just grab him and kiss him, then and there.

Instead, you volunteered for fire watch that night.

And when you were sure that everyone else was asleep, when the shadows of the new barracks were at their darkest, you made your way to Leon’s bunk. He was dreaming, you could hear him shifting uncomfortably in bed, and you knew that his eyes were likely shifting back and forth beneath their lids. It made you feel less guilty about waking him up, placing your hand on his shoulder. You heard his sharp intake of breath, and he sat up a ways, the outline of him turning to look at you in the dark.

Neither of you spoke - not wanting to even risk a whisper. You just kept your hand on his shoulder, and you felt his clasp over the top of it. A silent gesture.

It was a risk, but you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Even if it only lasted a second or two, it was enough. You didn’t let yourself wonder how the hell you’d gotten here; how you’d fallen so hard. No, you just smiled at Leon through the dark and gently pushed him back down, silently telling him to go back to sleep. You felt him squeeze your hand and then obey, and you resumed your watch, glad of the dark for hiding the stupid smile that graced your face.

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klutzyroses · 1 year

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IkePri HCs: Finding out S/o is a princess

How do they react when Sariel tells them their s/o is an endangered princess from a faraway country?

Suitors: Leon's faction

Leon

Y/N...

To find out that Y/N was the princess of a nearly fallen kingdom and she had escaped as a young girl but was now being pursued...

He is quite shocked to hear it, and his protectiveness of her increases tenfold. If what Sariel was telling him is true, then his beloved was in grave danger, should she be discovered.

He will be quite understanding about why she kept this a secret, but he still wishes she could have told him.

That's what he tells her when he sits her down to talk with her. Of course he quickly reassures her that he isn't angry. A little hurt, but not angry.

Not just that she kept it to herself, but also that she had to endure the burden, all alone in a country she didn't know, always looking over her shoulder, dreading the day she could be discovered by those who sought to harm her or profit from her.

He feels even worse knowing that she only kept quiet to protect him, lest he got dragged into danger by association.

"I want you to know this changes nothing about how I feel for you."

And he means it. He loves her just the same, just as she loved him just the same. To that end, he swears he will protect her from whatever threat comes her way. He presses his forehead to hers, his amber eyes sincere and fierce with the weight of his vow to her, to his princess.

"Whatever happens, I won't let you go or let anyone threaten your happiness."

Jin

Well damn...

He really wasn't expecting that at all.

The fact was, he knew a thing or two about identities needing to be a little covert but not quite to the extent of being a runaway princess of a kingdom that had been allied to Rhodolite before it fell to near ruin...

He understood fully why she didn't say anything, it was reasonable and cautious of her to be wary who she could bestow such a secret without fear of being betrayed or outed.

It made sense, one could easily pretend to be her friend, gain her trust, only to take advantage of her situation and benefit from it.

He lets her know that he knows everything but assures her that he is willing to listen if she is willing to talk. He doesn't pressure her, despite the worry inside him growing bigger and bigger.

"I'm here to listen to you, not to push you."

So when she opens up to him, he listens quietly without interrupting and has her lean on him when she is finished telling her story.

"You don't have to worry about being safe, I won't let anything happen. I'm not the only one who feels that way, but I feel tenfold compared to the rest."

Yves

She's what?!?

He almost didn't believe what he was hearing. But after Sariel provides him with proof of his lover's royal heritage, including a portrait of her as a young child with the King and Queen, and the unmistakable resemblance she has to the Queen confirms her identity for him.

He immediately marches to confront her, almost busting down her door, scaring the living daylights out of the girl.

"Why didn't you tell me?! I...I could've helped you...!"

He is so not happy that she hid from him, as well as hurt that she felt she had to carry it all by herself. It breaks his heart to think how much stress and pressure it must have been to constantly worry who could and could not be trusted, who could be endangered for being attached to her, forcing her to always live under the looming threat of capture or worse.

He will take her hands, pinning her down under him as his deep blue eyes bore into hers, filled with emotion as his fingers link with hers. He wants...no, needs her to know that she and her secret are safe with him, that he would protect her forever and always.

"I won't let anything happen to you. I'm going to keep you safe no matter what...so no more secrets...promise me."

Licht

....

He actually wasn't entirely sure how to react or feel when the minister told him the truth about the woman he loved.

What was he supposed to think? Part of him wants to not be too fazed, but the other part...

She was in danger? Who was after her? He wouldn't let any harm come to her, they would have to get past him.

He may not appear to be the most sympathetic soul in Rhodolite but he understands it must be frightening to be in such a precarious position, the fate of an entire kingdom placed squarely on one's shoulders, hanging on whether or not they live or die.

"...I understand."

They're just two words that he tells her once he brings it up to her in private, but they carry so much weight.

He understands fully that she was just trying to survive, though he would rather she had confided in him. After all, she taught him the value of unburdening one's soul of their troubles and worries, and while it was still a work in progress, he wants her to feel okay with telling him her woes. Which is why it means so much when he covers her hand with his and meets her gaze with eyes of crimson.

"I don't mind so much if you rely on me with this..."

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samsvenn · 10 months

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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐤 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥

summary: Leon Kennedy was sent to the Sakamaki mansion under the orders of Tougo Sakamaki. However, the intel he’d received proved to be shocking.

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A/N: This is set in an alternate universe where the T-Virus/Zombie outbreak in Racoon City did happen, but it was quickly stopped and contained. This Leon is basically Resident-Evil-2-Remake Leon. This is honestly just brainrot and me mashing my current two hyperfixations together :3

Booted footsteps rung muted on the velvet entryway. From the details given by his operating agent, Leon was assigned to stay at a well-known Japanese politician’s mansion. The walls had an antique feel to them and the interior felt oddly gothic.

Leon put down his heavy luggage and tactical backpack on one of the sofas in what looks to be the living room. He went over to the fireplace and sure enough, the wood was freshly charred - Someone was currently in the mansion.

The rain raged on. Its droplets hit the windows like they were tiny pellets of rubber. All that protected him was a black leather jacket and prayers that it’d stop raining soon.

He scanned the room looking for anything useful. Was he supposed to wait? Was it rude to go and investigate? Man, he didn’t have to think about the little details back in Racoon City. All he had to do was point and shoo-

“Are you the man that my father sent?” Leon turned around to see a black-haired gentleman with glasses. The gentleman's perfect posture looked like it’d hurt if he tried to recreate it.

Leon scratched his head, “Father-?”

“My apologies, I meant Tougo Sakamaki, the politician. Did he send you?” The glasses guy stressed the word ‘the’. His rubied eyes scanned Leon up and down, raising an eyebrow at the special agent’s rain-damp hair.

“Oh, yeah. I was told that I’m supposed to stay here.” Leon patted his pockets, taking out his covert, international agent ID card reserved for verifications. Hunnigan, his operating agent, told him to keep it at all times, just in case the Japanese authorities needed to see something official.

The man took the card with his gloved hand and carefully inspected it. He looked at the card, then at Leon, then back at the card.

“Hm, this will suffice. I am Reiji Sakamaki, the second son of the Sakamaki family,” Reiji sat down on one of the chairs and gestured for Leon to follow after him. “My father informed me that there’ll be someone special arriving today. That is all the details I know. It said that you were a government agent. May I ask why they’ve sent you? We don’t usually have someone of your occupation in our home.”

He plopped down softly and sat a comfortable distance from Reiji, “My operations person told me that your father assigned me to be here. I thought he’d be home to give me orders.”

“Hmm… Interesting.” Reiji pursed his lips and stayed silent for a bit. “Unfortunately he’s hardly home due to his schedule. Anyhows, it’d be best if we your things sorted so I’ll show you to your roo-“

“Oi Reiji! Where the fuck did you put my basketball?!” Leon hadn't noticed that there was a second floor near him until he saw the staircase leading up. There he saw a certain red-head with a distinct scowl on his face.

By accident, they both locked eyes and suddenly, the red-head stepped back, away from Leon’s view.

“Uh… That's your roomie or something?” Leon politely asked Reiji, who was pinching his nose.

“Brother, actually.”

“Oh? You guys don’t look alike.”

“You don’t say,” Reiji regained his composure like nothing ever happened with the red-head. “Our father is always away, leaving us a family of six. The one you saw just now was Ayato. We all have different mothers. Ayato is part of the triplets, who are hard to miss, and Subaru is a single child.”

Leon counted on his fingers: three fingers for triplets, Subaru is one finger, Reiji occupies one finger… That only totals up to five people-?

“Is there someone else you didn’t mention-?” Leon held his fingers up, displaying five people.

“-Me. He didn’t include me.” Leon was caught off guard by a blonde who sat directly next to him. He propped his loafers up on the sofa’s sides and his pale arms were spread out like he didn’t have a care in the worl-

…Wait.

Leon didn’t recall another person sitting next to him the entire time he was talking to Reiji.

…

“I would’ve included you, but what’s the point in mentioning a good-for-nothing son? You don’t add value nor do you add anything profound to this family, so it’d be a waste to use a mere gram of air to utter your name.” Reiji scoffed and rolled at the messy blonde.

The blonde’s eyes were closed. His eyelids didn’t open a peek at Reiji’s comment. “Heh, value? Profound bullshit? Are you saying Laito adds those things to this family then?”

“Don’t twist my words, Shu.” Reiji said with a gritted jaw.

“And Kanato, does he add anything ‘profound’ to this family?”

“Talkative today, are w-“

Loud, slow claps caught your attention to a fedora guy. It also stopped the bickering between Reiji and this ‘Shu’ guy. The fedora guy’s eyes were quite feline-like and a smirk spanned his face from cheek to cheek.

“Tsk, tsk, look at you two! Fighting like cats and dogs in front of a guest… Where’s the hospitable atmosphere? You two chased it away~” A sing-song tune came from him. Something in Leon’s gut churned. This fedora guy had a strange aura about him.

“Guest? We have a guest?” A short purple-haired boy popped out of nowhere and brought his face dangerously close to Leon’s. “Why is this one male?”

“Uhh… Ask my mom and my chromosomes.” Leon scratched his head in an effort to give him some sort of answer.

A sharp voice came from a corner, “Why’s everything so noisy today?” A sharp-eyed angry-looking guy walked in and stared fedora guy down.

“Oh my, even the loner emerged~!”

The angry-looking guy took an 8-ball out of nowhere and threw it at fedora guy. “Shut your mouth, Laito!”

‘Laito’ narrowly dodged it, then proceeded to stick his tongue out and giggled. “Ooo, feisty as always!”

“Enough!” Reiji raised his voice, making everyone in the room look at him. All except the blonde guy. “Where’s Ayato? He’s the only person missing.”

“Just yell out ‘tits’ and he’ll come running.” The white-haired guy sat on a seat that was close to blondie. Leon made eye contact with him. It didn’t last long.

On the other hand, though he wasn’t looking at him, the purple-haired guy was staring holes into him. It’d burn his skin if the guy’s gaze was made out of lasers.

“-Who said tits?” The red-head made his second appearance and looked at everyone confused. The fedora guy bursted out laughing and it even made blondie smile a little.

Reiji rolled his eyes and scoffed at the red-head. He interlocked his fingers and locked eyes with Leon. “Now then, let’s all be acquainted with our newest guest.”

Introductions were very brief. At least Leon didn’t have to mentally refer to everyone by hair color now. Though, something had been bothering him for a while. When Ayato arrived, he swore he couldn’t hear his footsteps. The same goes for Kanato too. He just popped up out of nowhere and behind him.

And Shu…

Three people without footsteps.

‘Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern,’ he thought to himself. Something felt very off with the mansion. He was never this mentally perked in any new location.

Unless, of course, it was a dangerous one.

He made a mental note to tell Hunnigan later.

“Do any of you know my purpose here? I don’t wanna intrude on you all without a good reason.” Leon could feel their stares penetrating his skin. It felt predatory. Their eyes could slice tension clean and cut.

“Maybe you’re our new plaything.” Laito rested his head on Leon’s shoulders, not breaking eye contact with the agent. “Father told you to stay, isn’t that enough of an order?”

Were people outside of Racoon City always this touchy? Hunnigan didn't mention it, so Leon had no idea. If he pushed Laito off, then it might make things more awkward than they already are.

“The order’s way too comfy for someone like me.”

Laito pouted, “Do you like danger then? Chasing, running, trying to survive with nothing more but the barest of hope?”

“Danger is what you expect when you have a job like mine. You don’t really have a choice but to endure and keep going.”

“Fufu… We all like the sound of that, don’t we, dearest brothers?” Laito gave everyone in the room a very vague look; one that Leon couldn’t decipher. It sounded bizarrely sinister, but the true question is: was it?

“Laito…” Reiji spoke up and his tone sounded like it had a warning attached to it. “Dinner will be served soon. In the meantime, make yourself at home and sort out your luggage. Our butler will escort you to your room.”

Leon heard muffled chinks coming from the corner of his eye. Turning around, he saw a middle-aged man carrying his backpack whilst his arms looped around his roughened luggage bag. Leon patted his legs, which doubled as a way to check for any items he’d forgotten, when he got up.

After giving a brief thank-you, he and the butler were off. Their footsteps dissolved into the muted floors of the mansion and the rain had started to calm down.

“He doesn’t know, does he?” Subaru stopped hiding behind his fringe and looked at Reiji.

“None the wiser. When I got the letter from father, I thought we’d be expecting a new sacrificial bride.”

It was clear that none of them knew what was going on, all except Reiji. Ayato clicked his tongue and sat next to Laito, “Heeeh? Doesn’t that guy already know that any human who steps in here might as well be a sacrifice offering? Why did he send someone from the government or has he bonked his head broken?”

“The agent said that he’s on father’s payroll, orders and all. Looks like father found a new game for us to play.” Shu tilted his head in a comfier position. The Eldest’s tired voice came out like buzzy static. Laito hummed with an amused glee and looked in the direction of where Leon and the butler went. Kanato followed his gaze, before looking back to Teddy’s hypnotic gaze.

: ̗̀➛

After the butler put his things on the ground, Leon whipped his head back to say his things, but the older man mysteriously vanished out of view. There was something wrong with this place. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but what didn’t help was the weird disappearing acts everyone kept pulling. It just didn’t make sense that he couldn’t hear their footsteps.

For years at the academy, Leon sighs at the amount of times he was yelled at for being too loud with his footsteps during training.

Yet these guys could do it easy-peasy?

Leon felt something buzzing in his front pocket. A bright notification popped up in his burner phone. “Condor One, do you read me?” It was his support operative, Hunnigan.

“Mhm. What happened?’ Leon texted back.

He sat on the bed and waited for a reply. The text bubbles kept going on and on, like an infinite loop. In the meantime, Leon patted his pants and checked if his combat knife was still in its hidden holster.

Finally, there was a ding.

“We’ve received intel. Apparently, some older folks saw various girls come into that manor. They all ranged in appearances, but most of them were within highschool range.”

“Noted. And? Where’s the ‘and then, something ___ to them’ part?”

“Quick to catch on. Here’s the part where it gets weird: these older folks saw them enter,” Leon read the next part. He had to blink two times to make sure the screen glare wasn’t playing tricks on him.

“-but they never saw the girls leave.”

And so, the night began.

#diabolik lovers #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #fanfic #leon kennedy

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popcornrya · 15 days

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@chessman-protocol

I’ve had “Too Sweet” by Hozier stuck in my head for days now I swear... I just had to…

Ah, o-okay then… nevermind… 💔

…

You think it has anything to do with the military made control collar she’s wearing..? N-no?…

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Hero

Title: Hero

Pairing: Ada Wong x Reader

Word Count:

Covert operations were not Ash's strong suit. The woman attracted attention like nobody else that Ada had ever met. That was why Ada was so against calling Ash in to help. Ada was prepared to wait until the last possible second. She would have turned to Leon or anybody else first, but Ash was closer.

Ash arrived in her typical fashion, almost too late. Ada wanted to wring her neck out, but she couldn't. Touching Ash like that would lead to something that Ada wasn't prepared for. They had to keep their distance for the sake of Ada's mental health.

"That was fun." The silence had been driving Ash crazy, so she had to break it. Ada was always so content to sit in silence, but Ash could never. She needed noise or something to distract her. Ash felt like she couldn't be alone with her thoughts, especially around ADa.

"If you were a second later, we wouldn't be having this conversation," Ada hissed. Ash clenched her jaw as she sat forward. Ada could smell the subtle hints of Ash's body wash when the woman leaned in. Somehow, she could run through a battlefield and still come out smelling like that stupid soap she'd been using since her military days.

"It's a good thing I've got great timing then, isn't it?" Ash joked. Ada wanted to reach out and punch her, but she didn't. Ada had called, and Ash answere dthe call, even if she was currently being infuriating.

"You've got something, that's for sure," Ada muttered. Ash sighed as she stood up. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere, we're stuck here until actual rescue comes. I'm just stretching my legs, putting some distance between us," Ash said. Ada felt a little bad about hurting Ash's feelings.

"Thank you for saving me." It took a lot for Ada to swallow her pride and thank Ash. Ash knew that it was no small thing. Ada could do a lot to rationalize all the reasons why Ash didn't deserve her gratitude. Ash could think of a few herself, but this was too good of a sign for Ash to let herself sink into a hole that deep.

"You're welcome. I meant it when I told you that I'd always answer."

"I know," Ada whispered. Ash leaned against the wall with her back turned towards Ada. She looked uncomfortable in her tactical gear, but Ada would have been lying if she said it didn't look good. Ash was a soldier, through and through. Despite working essentially for herself, Ash had kept the same gear style that she had working covert ops for the Pentagon. The only difference was that Ash's new gear was a little more form fitting and allowed for more agile movements.

Ash was only getting better. Ada knew that it was the field experience, but a part of her was afraid that Ash was working for the wrong people in her spare time. It hadn't been Umbrella, but Ash had a lot of bad people signing some of her checks. Ada remembered their last fight, the one that had finally driven Ash away from her after so many years of going back and forth. Ada regretted accusing Ash of accepting forms of payment other than money, but Ash had been acting so different. It never occured to Ada that the guilt was weighing her down.

"You look good," Ada said to break the silence. Ada could see Ash's leg bouncing as she stood there. Ash stopped moving and turned around on her heel to face Ada. "I don't know what I expected when I called you."

"We both know what you expected. I told you that I wasn't letting anybody inject me with supersoldier serum. Not anymore, not when I can help it," Ash said. Ada could see the far away look in Ash's eyes as the thousand yard stare started to settle in. Six years of Ash's military career were classified, and even if someone had clearance, 95% of it was still blacked out. Ada didn't have to be a genius to know what that meant. Especially with the grants from Umbrella and some of its fronts.

"Well, some super soldier you are," Ada joked. She got up and placed her hand on Ash's arm, right over where she knew a bullet hole was. Ash brushed Ada's arm away, but grabbed her hand as it fell.

"When we get out of here, I don't want us to just go our separate ways," Ash said. She stared down at Ada with a look of pure sincerity. Ash had always wanted more than what Ada could give, but this was an easy enough wish to be granted. "I want you to call me for more than just this sort of thing."

"I'd like that," Ada agreed.

#one shot #my writing #ada wong x reader #ada wong #resident evil x reader #resident evil

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clavissionary-position · 1 year

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Ikeprinces Ranked By How Well They Do The Naruto Run

RIO . Utilizes his position as the most aerodynamic suitor on a daily-basis

NOKTO . He and Licht used to Naruto Run a lot as kids and he doesn't know how to run any other way

LICHT . Grew out of Naruto Running once he hit his adult years and is somewhat out of practice

JIN . Naruto Running is single-handedly the most useful skill for covert ops

GILBERT . It's exhausting for him but also great fun

LUKE . Will run however way you want him to for honey

CLAVIS . His outfit was designed with Naruto Running in mind

LEON . Naruto Running simply feels good on his limbs

YVES . Only does it in the kitchen when he's running between stations

KEITH . Has been advised by Jadean court officials to limit his Naruto Running

SARIEL . Accidentally Naruto Ran once and Clavis saw it, so

SILVIO . Will give you the most resting of bitch faces if you even mention the phrase Naruto Run to him

CHEVALIER . He does not run

#ikemen prince #ikeprinces ranked

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mutantninjamidlifecrisis · 1 year

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in mnmc, you wrote a few times on f!leo and casey knowing some kind of sign language, is it based on ASL? :0

Very loosely. I imagine Donnie (due to his hearing issues from his injuries) tried to teach them a version that accommodates three fingers, to varying degrees of success. Casey and Leon built off that and developed their very own extremely bastardised interpretation of it. It probably would've been very useful for covert missions where being quiet was key, but they also just like having their own thing where they have their own privacy bubble to communicate with one another. It's their thing. (Present Donnie is able to catch a few words sometimes but most of the time is just like... what the hell am I looking at here? - I'd compare it to a dude from 1998 trying to interpret a 2023 discord convo. Incomprehensible)

#I usually look up the meanings of words in ASL and then build off that #its probably highly innacurate #but thats okay considering highly inaccurate is kinda what im going for #mutant ninja midlife crisis #ask

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Covert Operations

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 38

Your bed rest has proven more difficult than you thought, and you get support from a person you didn't quite expect, even if maybe you should have.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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You’d never thought you’d have to watch your life play out through a pane of glass.

That was what you were reduced to, that first week. Bed rest. Doc’s orders. A week of it, wherein you wanted to do as Krauser suggested and study the less physical parts of the training. Trouble was, you’d not been given any of that training. No one had come to tell you what the hell they were learning over there, not even Krauser.

So you’d stayed in bed dutifully for those first few days, but before long you’d pushed one of the uncomfortable chairs in the room towards that window. There you often sat, feeling your muscles crying out to be used and your eyes ever drifting towards that window. The orientation of the infirmary was cruel, giving you a good view of the base. A view of what you were missing, framed nice and pretty.

It was like a movie. The kind that made you feel empty inside, but you couldn’t help watching. And watch was all you could do for those first few days.

You watched Krauser and the other instructors greet a fresh batch of recruits.

You watched lines of trainees running and heading to the shooting range, some you knew, some you didn’t.

You watched Leon pushing himself, just as you knew he would. You watched him, beautiful and strong and sad, working through the shaking of his arms and legs. When he sparred with Valeria and the others, even when he did as you asked and faced down Krauser. You watched Leon lose to the Major over and over again, but he kept going. Kept getting up, every time. He was doing so well . . . and you knew you shouldn’t focus on him right now. It was poison to you, but you couldn’t help but drink it down. All of it. Everything you were supposed to be doing.

A movie of should-have-beens .

One with a soundtrack.

“And if you go chasing rabbits-”

“And you know you’re going to fall-”

The radio was a smartass. Or the DJ on the other end was without knowing it. Whatever the case, it always seemed to have something to say about you and your predicament.

“Tell them a hookah smoking caterpillar-”

“Has given you a call-”

You knew that the radio had been a well-intended gift. And most of the time it was. It had kept you from delving into your own thoughts too much. It had been there when you woke in the middle of the night to the memories of friends turned monsters, or the resounding shock of a gunshot going off in the icy wilderness. You would reach for the radio in those moments, keeping it on because there was no one else you had to worry about waking.

Sometimes, it would be that stupid, happy music. Songs that would keep your mind free.

Sometimes, though . . .

You knew you shouldn’t have let it play those other songs. Just as you knew that you shouldn’t watch everyone else training.

But you’d heard the news.

Eight weeks.

You weren’t going to graduate with Leon. That was the truth you had to grapple with. It wouldn’t have been the end of the world a few years ago. If you were two idiots having an affair in basic training. There would still be risks, but now? Leon would be thrown to the dogs and you wouldn’t be there to help him.

So, over those days, you let those songs play, and let your thoughts play with them.

Song after song after song.

“In my shoes-”

“Walking sleep-”

“In my youth I pray to keep-”

What would happen, when you could finally move the way you needed to again? How much would your body allow you to do, after so long in bed? You knew the answer to that. You could remember how difficult it had been to regain your strength after . . . after the first time. You’d felt so weak, and you knew you’d feel weak again. You already did.

That was if you even healed.

You switched the station.

“I could possibly be fading-”

“Or have something more to gain-”

“I could feel myself growing colder-”

Some wounds didn’t heal right. You remembered a kid back in basic who fractured his arm in two places, falling from the obstacle course. They deemed him unable to serve when it didn’t heal right.

If your ribs healed improperly . . .

Another new station.

“Distant eyes-”

“Promises we made were in vain-”

Whether you healed, Leon would be out there, fighting the fight without you. He was doing well. Better than the others, he’d pushed himself from being behind everyone to surpassing them all, but being the best didn’t matter out there. All it took was one moment of not paying attention. One second of carelessness. You knew that better than anyone.

One moment and Leon could be gone, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything to protect him.

“If you must go, I wish you love-”

“You’ll never walk alone-”

“You should be resting.” Doc’s voice had a way of being both caring and sobering all at once. He pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned to see him enter the room holding a sandwich. Fresh-cut tomatoes, soft white bread - nothing from the mess hall, you knew that for sure. Lucky bastard. He took a bite out of his dinner and gestured to the bed you should have been lying down in.

“Didn’t think it mattered where I was resting, so long as I was resting,” you murmured, not wanting to climb back into that damn bed.

The Doc just gave you a look. “Come on. Don’t be a little shit, kid.”

Not much point fighting him on it. When it came to your health, he outranked everyone. Even Krauser.

So, you frowned and carefully pushed yourself up from the chair, taking the radio with you. Letting it play as you reluctantly and slowly lowered yourself onto the bed once more.

The Doc nodded, seemingly appeased. “Now try to sleep, yeah? Bed rest can be over tomorrow.”

Tomorrow.

You’d be able to join in non-physically demanding lessons. The ones led by Reed and Hellman, then. That was something. That would at least keep your brain from becoming your worst enemy.

Any more than it already was, anyway.

You’d get to see Leon again, and that was something.

Tomorrow seemed so far away as the Doc left you alone, as you tried to do what he ordered and sleep.

You tried. You tried to sleep.

It went about as well as it always did, so you lay there in that bed, letting the radio sing. You lay there as the thoughts ate away at you. The worries and what-ifs. The memories that always plagued you, and the fear that you wouldn’t be able to fight them. All because of some bullshit inflicted on you. More bullshit. Broken again. Fingers bunching up in the sheets of the bed, you shook your head and got up again in the darkness. Angry. Furious.

Terrified.

The radio played on and on and on and you paced the length of the room you were in. Your well-meaning prison.

You would heal. You would get there eventually.

Hopefully.

Maybe-

Your heart was beating, pounding against bones hard enough that it hurt. Breathing was just as painful, as it always was, and you felt like the walls were closing in on you. You felt like you were getting lost in the blur of it all, unsure what was wrong with you.

What was wrong with you?

How could you be a soldier, how could you fight if you couldn’t even defeat the thoughts in your skull?

How could you protect anyone-

There was a knock on the door, and you froze.

Your assumption that it was the Doc come to check in on you was quickly done away with as, after a moment, another knock sounded and a gravelly voice called out from behind the door. “You fall asleep with the music that loud, or are you just ignoring your commanding officer?”

. . . What the hell was Krauser doing here?

You hadn’t spoken to the Major in almost a week. Since he warned you not to continue on with Leon. Since you’d taken his advice but hadn’t, not ending things but not seeing the man of your affections beyond looking through that damn window. Honestly, you’d been thankful that Krauser hadn’t sought you out either, because there was a sickness to your stomach that you felt every time you thought of how Krauser had found out about your affair.

Still, as much as you wanted to, you knew that pretending to be asleep wouldn’t get you out of whatever conversation was about to be had.

As soon as the door was open, you found the Major standing there, his arms crossed over his chest. You expected him to be scowling at you. That he would tell you to shut the damn radio off and go to bed.

Instead, there was an ever-so-slight curve to his mouth. A tiny smile.

Who would be in for pain now, you wondered?

“Get your boots on,” he ordered, not giving you time to ask what he was doing here.

Not that you weren’t going to ask anyway. “Sir?”

“Told you,” Krauser went on, sounding almost impatient, “I don’t want you moping around all the time. So you’re gonna make yourself useful.”

Blinking was all you could manage, for a moment. It was the same way he’d told you that you’d be helping him with combat drills. The same way he’d told you that you’d be sparring with the lower-level cadets to sharpen their skills, the day before you’d met Leon. You wouldn’t be bruising any new recruits any time soon, so what was Krauser hoping you’d help him with? Whatever it was, it had to be better than being stuck in this room, right? So you nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Lacing up your boots was difficult - something you hadn’t had to do in a few days. You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to hold in a grimace as you bent over awkwardly, fumbling with tying the knots.

Krauser watched you struggle for just a moment before you heard his voice again. “Can you manage?” he asked curtly. There was another moment before he added, “Cause if you can’t lace up your boots, you can’t report for lessons tomorrow.”

Get your shit together, in other words.

“I’m fine.” You gritted your teeth, remembering how you’d managed this last year. When you finally managed it without hurting yourself further, you stood. You could recognize the ghost of pride on Krauser’s face. “So . . .” you looked up at him, taking as deep a breath as you could manage. “What’s the plan?”

“Been a while since you helped me teach a lesson,” Krauser grinned. “And these CIA bastards aren’t the only ones who know about covert tactics. So you’re gonna have to leave the radio.”

⧫⧫⧫

It was quiet work, the two of you moving about the base. The first stop was your barracks. Where you would be sleeping right now, were it not for the broken bones in your side. Where Leon and the others were sleeping inside. Well, likely not. Leon was likely tossing and turning, as he always did. Or staring up at the ceiling . . . focus . Getting this wrong would fuck you over when you were doing it for real. So, you watched Krauser demonstrate, before he handed the bundle of wires and parts to you.

He held the flashlight, watching as you worked, imitating what he’d shown you how to do. No words were exchanged, out of a need for silence as much, you were sure, as a hesitancy to speak. Your work was imperfect several times, and he would simply shake his head, moving his scarred hands in to show you where you’d made a mistake. When it was done, when you carefully tested the tension of the wire, he just nodded and cocked his head.

Time to move on, then. Your squad would be in for a rude wake-up call. Still, compared to what you’d gone through in that prison, this would be nothing.

You followed the Major as he went through the base. There weren’t many places to set the lines up - not that wouldn’t interfere with the flow of work for the day, anyway. Still, you followed Krauser’s near-silent direction, all the way until you reached the forested area of the base. The same path that you and the others traveled down hundreds of times on the rucks Krauser had led you on. The same path where you’d ambushed Leon’s old squad mate, back during their assessment.

That all seemed like a lifetime ago as you laid a new kind of trap there - a tense and thin line stretched between two trees on either side of the path.

It was there, as you and Krauser worked in the dark, that the Major spoke up at last. “The rookie give you that radio?”

Do we really have to have this conversation? That was what you wanted to say. Or just not answer, period.

Still, you nodded, your lips pursed. “Yep. Him and the others.” Not a lie, but Krauser didn’t look very pleased by the answer all the same. It was hard to tell.

It seemed he didn’t hear the bit about the others. “I take it you talked to him? About what I said?” he asked, and again you felt that shame rise up in you. Shame and frustration and all manner of other things. Whatever alloy of emotions you felt, you could see just as much weight in Krauser’s eyes.

“I did,” you answered honestly. “It’s handled.” Another not-lie. Not entirely one, at least.

Krauser, in the light of the flashlight, still didn't look convinced. “If you’re going to be doing all this spy shit, you should at least learn how to lie.”

Fuck. What the hell kind of mess had you landed yourself in? One where your C.O. knew about your affair, and was, what, offering you advice on how to keep it hidden? Or was this him trying to talk you out of it altogether? You couldn’t tell. You weren’t even sure what this situation was supposed to be. So, you decided not to answer him further, and he didn’t press. The two of you moved on, setting up another trip line down the road.

“What have they gone over so far in training?” you asked, because you didn’t like the heavy silence that settled between the two of you. “Reed and Hellman?”

“Agent shit,” was the dry answer you got. “They’ll debrief you tomorrow.”

Your mouth pressed into a thin line as you tied off the wire, and you shook your head. “No. You told me to get ahead of the curb, then you let me sit in bed for a week.”

“On the Doctor’s orders-”

“And I couldn’t have been debriefed from bed?”

“I don’t control what those two do.”

“But you control what you do,” you pointed out, frustrations from a week of relative nothingness coming to the surface. “If you want me to do well then I need to know what’s going on.”

“You missed a week,” Krauser said, his eyes sharpening. “You’ll catch up.”

“I’m missing a lot more than a week,” you snapped, and as soon as the anger was voiced, it left you with nothing but dread. No fire in the dark woods, only the chill of uncertainty. Of dread. You hated that your voice wavered. That you sounded exactly how you felt: afraid.

The Major watched you for a moment, neither of you speaking over the sound of crickets in the night air.

When he finally spoke over that chorus, his words were almost soft. As soft as Jack Krauser’s voice could be, anyway. “You’re not gonna be out of the fight forever.” Should have figured he’d see through that attempt at indifference.

“I might be.” You weren’t sure where the self-pity was coming from.

A week in bed, you supposed.

“The hell you talking about?” Krauser sounded so genuinely confused, but he had to know what worried you. He had to be aware of the thought that plagued you.

“I’ve had this injury before,” you said, detaching yourself because you feared what emotion would come spilling out of you if you didn’t. “If it doesn’t heal right this time-”

“You knock it off with that bullshit.” It was an order that stunned you into silence. Krauser’s stare was no less intense than his voice. He’d yelled at you before - that was his job, after all. This was different, though. He wasn’t pushing you to improve, he was telling you that you were going to listen to him. That there was no other choice. “Self-pity isn’t going to help you heal, and neither will worrying. You’re gonna be fine. You’ve lived through worse and come back stronger, right? You still want to take the fight to those assholes at Umbrella?”

The answer to that last bit was obvious. Incontrovertible. “Yes.”

With a nod of his beret-covered head, Krauser gave you one final order. “So pull yourself together.”

It’s harsh and not at all the comforting reassurance that others had given you in the past. Still, it’s enough of a reality check that it flips a switch in you. There was little room for argument, and all you could do after several moments of surprised silence was nod. “Okay. Yeah. Sorry, sir.”

Krauser, after a moment, shook his head. “Don’t be. It’s . . .” he swallowed, like he was weighing the words. “It’s bullshit. What happened.”

Your injury, you knew that was what he was talking about. You could hear it in the regret in his voice.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Well, bullshit happens. Have to learn to deal with it.”

Krauser smiled at that. Not the kind that meant harm for others. This one you recognized as something else. One you were familiar with, however rare it was - pride. “That’s what we train you for. Dealing with bullshit.”

“And how to disable tripwires?” you offered, feeling a little better, even if your ribs still ached.

Krauser just rolled his eyes. “Smartass.” That still-present smile told you that he wasn’t annoyed, though. Not really. He looked at you for a moment longer, like he was thinking. That same expression took his face, then. The one you didn’t really recognize. Whatever it was, he turned away before you could really puzzle it out. “Come on. A few more. Then you can get back to moping.”

You laughed a little at that.

⧫⧫⧫

Leon hadn’t slept well.

Not that he ever did, really.

He’d become an expert at willing himself to rise, though, and so when it was time, he sat up from bed and got ready with the others. He threw his fatigues on, rolling his shoulders back, sore from the sparring with Krauser he’d done the night before. All of him was sore, but it always was, wasn’t it?

He was used to it, now.

Just as he was used to not sleeping well, or the strain of the training, or . . . well, he was getting used to looking over to your bunk and not seeing you there, too. However much it pained him.

So many things in life that he’d never thought he’d be used to, as he made his way towards the barracks door, the first one of the squad to make it there.

What he wasn’t used to was the slight bit of tension he hit when he twisted the handle and pushed the door open. The tiniest bit of resistance . . . and then the sound of some faint, mechanical click. He didn’t see the little bundle of wires by the door until it was too late. Even as he moved to throw himself backwards, there was a pop and a flash of light.

Adrenaline brought about a full-body flinch as he threw himself back. As the rest of the squad did the same, trying to get away from the door, from whatever harm was promised to them.

Only to find that adrenaline fading when no harm came to them.

“Okay,” Williams exclaimed in utter annoyance, “what the fuck?”

About as done with the morning already as Williams was, Leon approached the door slowly, pushing it the rest of the way open. Looking for the source of what had caused the tiny burst.

He got his answer in the form of a firecracker. A fucking firecracker. One hooked up to a makeshift detonator, with a now-loose wire hanging from it.

And leaning against that very wall, with an exhausted but amused look, was the only person Leon had wanted to see all week.

He knew full well that his face lit up as he took the sight of you in, glad that his back was to his squad mates so they couldn’t see.

“Hey.”

It was the first thing that escaped his lips, and he wanted to smack himself because really? Was that the best he could do?

Still, he found himself smiling a little when you gave him that half-formed, half-lived smile. It was small, but it was enough. “Hey.” You looked between Leon and the trip-wire - one that you had no doubt laid yourself. “Gonna have to pay closer attention next time, Kennedy,” you shrugged, and then began walking away, throwing one last phrase over your shoulder with a smile. “See you in class.”

That promise set Leon’s heart racing, just as sure as that tripwire had.

⧫⧫⧫

“What the hell happened?” Doc sounded absolutely concerned as you returned to the infirmary that morning, enough that you stopped in your tracks, not sure why he was so worried. You blinked, looking over your shoulder. Had he heard the bang of the firework? Did he not expect you to be out of bed?

“What-”

“You? Smiling?” he asked, and you realized you’d walked in with that little grin still on your face. “Hell must have frozen over.”

Everyone on base is a fucking comedian.

You just deadpanned a grimace, and carried on to your room - still to be your home for a while, even if you were allowed to escape it for lessons. And setting up traps around base, apparently.

Doc filled in the laughter for you, following you into the room.

“Got breakfast ready for you there.” He pointed to the table by your bedside, the one where your radio was currently housed. A tray from the mess hall, with the usual slop that was served there waiting for you.

You frowned. “Not gonna give me any of your homemade stuff?” you asked, looking over your shoulder.

Doc just gave you a look. “Nope. Now eat up.”

That was all he said before he left the room, closing the door behind him.

If it weren’t for the fact that you needed to keep your strength up, you probably wouldn’t have touched the stuff. It tasted like sawdust half the time, so you weren’t exactly thrilled to be eating it.

At least, you weren’t, until you went to move the tray and a manila folder fell out from underneath it, spilling onto the floor.

“What the fuck . . .” you cursed as you knelt down, struggling with your ribs to scoop up all the papers.

No, not papers.

Reports.

Grouped together with paperclips, though some had come loose. You quickly scrambled to gather them, your eyes widening as you skimmed the papers with sections of blacked out text - though not as many as you would expect, given the title of the report you picked up first.

𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 - 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟽𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟾

Your blood went cold as you read the words, and then read them again.

Eyes flashing, looking through the others.

𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃

𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝙴𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙸𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 - 𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 - 𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴, 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳 - 𝙹𝙰𝙽𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝟸𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟾

You stopped as you read that title. Those words. Your name and rank. Your report, your words printed just underneath the heading.

It wasn’t only those reports. There were more of them, most just a few pages by the looks of things, but still . . .

This. All of these, they were . . . it was all here. You knew it, even without having to read through the pages individually. All of it was about Umbrella. Bioweapons. The very things you’d sworn to stop. To fight. It was all here.

A name caught your eye, then, as you sifted through the pages. One that gave you pause even more than all the other information you’d glimpsed.

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃: 𝙻𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚂. 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳𝚈 - 𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃

Your fingertips brushed the name, printed in bold.

It was his story. Everything about what he’d survived and what he’d endured. The details he’d told you and the ones he hadn’t were all right there. Just as your story was. Two documents. A few sheets of paper that contained so much pain. Accounts of the nights that had changed both of your lives forever, and you’d been left both of them. You could know what he’d gone through at last . . .

But you found yourself shifting that report to the back of the stack, hiding it beneath the others instead. Closing the folder . . . and then snorting a little as you saw the note paperclipped to the front of it all.

Read up, smartass.

You didn’t have to recognize the handwriting to know who it was from.

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A/N: Krauser is slowly going on his "fuck the government" arc, we stan. Unfortunate that said arc ends with him infecting himself with a parasite and kidnapping someone, but for a while here, it's gonna be great!

Songs that Sarge was angsting to are "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane, "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden, "Into Dust" by Mazzy Star and "Separate Ways" by Journey, all of which are bangers that I would recommend!

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #between the bones #gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x you #no y/n #jack krauser

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