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v3nusstardust · 2 months

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My Love, Mine All Mine

Genre : Comfort, fluff 🙈

Summary : You had a terrible day at work/school. Everyone treated you like shit and as soon as you got home, you began to cry and vent to your boyfriend.

Warnings : none honey this is good Fr 🐺 #baddie

a/n : bois I saw Niki listening to this fkn song on Weverse and freaked the fuck out so here I am🐺.. my ass is also not gonna edit so v sorry for mistakes🧑🏻‍🦲..

Niki held you in his arms, rocking you gently. You were crying, venting to him about your shitty day. Snot, drool, and tears cascaded down your face, smudging your mascara and leaving you feeling terrified of how you must look to your boyfriend. His gentle touch caressed your face. “Look at me.” He whispered. “No.. my makeup is… it’s messed up and I look scary.” You said through sniffles. “Please Angel?” He pleaded softly. His voice was so soft snd smooth, how could you resist? You slowly looked up at him. Your eyes met with his and he gave you a warm smile. “Hi pretty girl..” he cooed. His thumbs tenderly wiped away your warm tears. “I look scary don’t I? Like a raccoon.. or something..” you said. “A cute raccoon.” Niki gently laughed. He continued to caress your face with admiration and love in his eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "Go sit in front of your vanity. I'll be back, okay? I’m gonna go to the kitchen really quick.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your wet cheeks before you reluctantly nodded, your pout and teary eyes melted his heart. "Okay," you murmured softly.

When he returned, his hands were filled with your favorite snacks.🩷

"Alright, here. Eat some snacks," he said, placing them on your wide vanity. You eagerly grabbed a bag of your favorite chips and some candies, feeling a bit more comfortable. You grabbed some makeup wipes and wipes away all of your smudged makeup.

"Where are your hair ties?" he asked, rummaging through your drawer. "They're here on my vanity... why?" you inquired. "Gimme," he replied with a smile, and you handed them to him. He then took out a couple and put them around his wrists.

"Can I connect to your speaker?" he questioned. "Yeah, sure," you replied.

The familiar melody of your favorite song, "My Love, Mine All Mine" by Mitski, filled the room, making you smile. “How’d you know I like this song?” You asked. "I've heard you sing this in the shower a couple of times... you have a beautiful voice, Y/N," he said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and kissing your forehead. You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of warmth.

"Okay... let me know if I'm hurting you... I'm not the best with this stuff," he said, picking up your hairbrush.

Niki began to brush through your hair slowly and gently, his touch soothing and comforting. The tension began to melt away as the gentle strokes of the brush untangled knots and smoothed out your hair. The music played softly in the background, creating a comforting atmosphere in the room.

“Close your eyes. I wanna surprise you.” He smiled. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

You felt Niki's movements around you, a sense of anticipation building in your chest. His touch remained gentle as he worked, his hands moving with practiced ease through your hair. You could faintly hear him singing the song, your favorite🩷 his voice was so pretty , it made you feel so warm inside.

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, greeted by the sight of yourself in the mirror. Your hair was styled in a cute single braid.

“You look so pretty..” he whispered as he bent down to place a kiss to your cheek. “Say it..” he said. “Huh..? Say what?” You asked. “Say you’re pretty.. look at yourself my love..” he tucked a couple strands of hair behind your ear. “I’m pretty..” you softly smiled at yourself in the mirror. Niki let out a little chuckle. “You should take a picture and post your hair style on your insta.. show it off though that I did it.. I wanna make your exes and secret admirers jealous lowkey..” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Is that why you did my hair.. and played my favorite song?…” you questioned with a hint of sass. “No.. I just wanna show my girl how much I love her..you’re mine.. mine all mine..” he said caressing your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing your soft lips to his.

A/n : Ight bois srry for the mistakes if there are any u guys💀 ima disappear for another 3 months.. unless this shi blows up I think😭 🩷x enjoy

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lipglossanon · 1 year

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M༙྇r༙྇.༙྇ S༙྇i༙྇n༙྇i༙྇s༙྇t༙྇e༙྇r༙྇

corrupt cop!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, Reader is 18+, corruption kink, dark Leon, daddy kink, biting, dirty talk, oral (f receiving)

don’t like, don’t interact 🤷‍♀️ any typos or mistakes are my own, not proofread and also probably an overuse of the word good but eh lmao

divider: @firefly-graphics 💜

Editing to add: title of this is Mr. Sinister, pulled from the I Don’t Know How But They Found Me song of the same name ✌️

Part 2: Mirror on the Wall (Tell Me All the Ways to Stay Away)

Part 3: One Love, Two Mouths

Part 4: Embracing With Two Hands

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Leon likes to patrol the usual hideaways and make out spots in Raccoon City; although he’s in his late 20’s now, the spots are still popular and it’s easy pickings to write out tickets for loitering or underage drinking.

He doesn’t stake out Lovers Lane too often, but tonight he’s extremely glad he did.

He spots you, alone, walking down the pull off road headed out from the popular make out destination. Your arms are folded, thin yellow cardigan paired with a modest grey skirt standing out at this time of night. Your head is bent down so you don’t even notice him until he has pulled up alongside you.

“Lost?”

Your head quickly looks over at him and you give him a shy smile, cute dimples showing.

“Uh n-no. My date, he uh,” you frown, pretty eyes glancing at your shoes, “well, things didn’t go his way so I’m walking home.”

Leon’s eyes rake across your body, a low heat building in his stomach. You’re so vulnerable right now. He feels his pulse race in excitement.

“That’s a shame,” he clicks his tongue drawing your bashful gaze back to him, “I can take you home.”

“Really?” Another of those dimpled smiles grace your face.

“Of course,” Leon grins, boyish and sweet, “hop in the back.”

You climb into the back of the squad car. Leon’s eyes watch as you tug your skirt back down from your thighs as you adjust in your seat. He wants to sink his teeth into them, leave them bruised before burying his face in your little cunt.

You sigh in relief and catch his gaze in the rear view mirror, “I really appreciate it, Officer Kennedy.”

“It’s no problem, sweetheart.”

You give him your address and he nods as he pulls back onto the road.

A few minutes pass by as you gaze out the window watching the trees pass by like dark shadows on the glass.

“So you and your boyfriend huh?” Leon asks, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The anticipation is building inside him.

You look away from the scenery, brow furrowed as you look at the back of his head.

“Yeah, he um..”

You trail off, feeling embarrassed. You shuffle in your seat and tug on your skirt.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Leon’s sharp voice cut in.

“Oh no no,” your eyes widen with surprise, “he just wanted to go further than I was comfortable with.”

Your voice trails off as you bit your lip. Leon watches in the mirror. He loves the look on your face. Uncomfortable and unsure.

“Boys can be very hotheaded. Especially when they’re with a pretty girl. And you’re a very pretty girl,” he spoke, voice still tinged with that dark edge.

You feel your cheeks warm, eyes catching his shyly, “I-I guess.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I won’t have any of that. Say thank you, Officer Kennedy.”

“Thank y-you, Officer Kennedy,” you stammer out, wide eyed at his tone.

Leon gives you a lazy smile, “Good girl. We thank people who give us compliments, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you feel a low pulse of arousal at his words, “thank you.”

His smile widens, “Anytime. I bet you’re just the sweetest thing, huh. No wonder your boy pushed his luck. I bet you’re still a virgin.”

You press your palms to your face, shielding your embarrassment, “That i-isn’t appropriate to—“

Leon laughs, “Yeah you are, just a sweet, little virgin.”

You press your thighs together, hating and loving the way he was speaking to you.

Leon’s sea dark eyes took in your flustered appearance, “Bet you’re wet right now, pretty girl.”

You let out a harsh gasp and Leon laughs again. You watch as he pulls off into a thick copse of trees, the road disappearing behind you before shutting the car off.

“I think you need someone to show you the ropes, sweetheart,” Leon murmurs in the quiet.

He gets out of the car and makes his way into the backseat with you. You press your back against the opposite door, pulling your legs up to face him.

“Officer Kennedy, I need to get home,” you whisper.

He shakes his head, “And you will but right now, I think I deserve a little treat, right? For taking you home.”

He grabs your ankles and drags your legs to lay out straight as he crawls over your body, boxing you in. You can smell his cologne along with the mint on his breath.

Your hands reach out to press against his chest, stilling his movements.

“Aww,” he coos down at you, “‘m not gonna do anything to hurt you.”

You bite your lip, wide eyes peering up at him, “You promise?”

Leon could jump for joy. You were so trusting which made you easy.

“Of course, pretty girl. I promise. I won’t do anything you won’t like.”

You take a deep breath and let it out, “Okay.”

“Such a good girl for me,” he lets his lips hover over yours.

Your pouty mouth has been tempting him all night. He gives you a quick closed mouth kiss that has you sighing. He presses more chaste pecks against your cheeks and nose before going back to your mouth.

This time, it’s a heated exchange of tongues and lips and spit until your gasping on every exhale and Leon has to pull away. He goes back again and again and again. He can’t get enough of your sticky sweet kisses. The glittery strawberry lipgloss has him sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it with a quiet pop.

He coaxes you to open up your mouth wider and pulls away to slip his thumb between your lips. You slowly suckle on the digit and that, along with your blitzed out expression, has his cock jumping. He pulls his thumb away only to smear it along your red, swollen lips.

“Pretty fuckin mouth,” he presses his thumb back in, “want it stretched around my cock tonight, sweet thing.”

You moan and suck on his thumb harder, thighs twitching and rubbing together. Your skirt gets rucked up from all the movement until Leon can see the light blue panties covering your pussy.

“Yeah,” his eyes darken, “god, I bet that little cunt is soaked right now, huh sweetheart?”

You whine as he pulls his thumb away, “I’ve never w-went this far. I don’t know what to do.”

He groans, “God you’re perfect. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you what you need.”

Leon feels lucky. Like he won the lottery the moment he saw you alone. He tries to reign in his excitement and take it slow.

He moves back to kissing you, thrusting his tongue into your hot, pliant mouth. You tentatively suck on his tongue and he presses his hips down onto yours, grinding the hard line of his cock against your panty clad pussy.

“Gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl.”

He manages to pull himself away from your lips and moves down to your thighs. He presses a few soft kisses into each thigh before latching onto the left and sinking his teeth into it. You give a sharp cry at the sting but feel dizzy with how much you liked it.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbles into the bite, eyes never leaving your face, “gonna do the other side now, ‘kay?”

And before you can even nod, he’s pressing his teeth into your right thigh biting down a little harder than before.

Your head falls back against the door with a low moan.

“Knew you’d like it, fuckin slut.”

You give a mewling gasp in response. Leon continues to litter your thighs with bites and hickeys until your squirming so hard he has to hold your hips in place.

“So fuckin good for me, sweetheart. Gonna keep you all to myself.”

Your pussy clenches at that admission, another low whine spilling from your lips.

You feel wetness slipping down your thighs as Leon slides his fingers across your panties and lightly strokes against your clit. He presses his face against the damp cotton before licking you through your panties, soaking them even further.

He presses an open mouthed kiss to your cunt, tongue lapping at the fabric before finally pulling off your panties and stuffing them in his pocket.

“Gorgeous. You’re pretty everywhere.”

After a beat of panting breaths, he gives a light smack to your mound and puffy clit that makes you thrust up with a wanton cry, “What did I say about compliments?”

You bring your tear filled gaze to his, “T-thank you, Offic—“

“Daddy. That’s what you’re gonna call me now, pretty girl.”

You moan, “Thank you, daddy.”

He smiles up at you, “Of course, sweet thing. Now I’m going to eat this pretty pussy for as long as I want.”

Your legs twitch but stay pressed open, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he grins, “so good for me.”

You feel another gush of wetness from the praise and the hungry look on his handsome features. Your hands flutter at your sides as he brushes his hair away from his face and turns back to the apex of your thighs.

He ducks his head down and licks over your slick folds slowly until his tongue is circling your swollen clit. You can’t stop the low whines and moans as you reach down to run your hands through his hair.

“That’s it, grab onto me if you need to, sweetheart.”

He goes back down on you and eats you out like a man starved. His tongue is thrusting into your wet clenching hole before slipping along your lips up to your sensitive clit. He places open mouth kisses over your mound until finally sucking your clit into his mouth and slowly teasing his tongue across it.

Your hips are jumping and pressing up up up into his mouth. Your careful not to pull his hair but your hands are scratching along his scalp making him moan into your pussy, the vibrations send you reeling.

“Please daddy, please please please,” you’re babbling, “Feels so good. You make me feel so good daddy.”

You’re nearly crying from how much tension is building in your core. Leon slips in a finger alongside his mouth and you feel your orgasm ramping closer and closer.

Leon continues lapping at your hole before moving his mouth up to your clit to softly suckle on it. He slips in another finger and crooks them both upwards. He continuously rubs against that spongy spot that has you clenching hard on his fingers. Your hips arch down into the motion of his hand before arching back up to his sinfully good mouth.

His tongue dips into your cunt alongside his fingers. Pulling back, he presses another sharp bite into your left thigh making you moan loudly and pull his hair.

“Fuck, that’s it’s baby. Want you to feel good.”

You tug him back down into your throbbing pussy and he moans as you press your clit against his lips. Leon mouths at your sloppy cunt until you’re moaning loudly as you cream all over him.

“So good for me, pretty girl,” Leon licks his lips with a grin.

“You want me to help you out now?”

Leon adjusts himself in his slacks, “No, we’re gonna save that for another time, sweetheart. I need to get you home, I’m sure it’s past your bedtime.”

You can feel embarrassment crawl up your spine, “I, uh, live alone so actually I-I don’t really have one.”

He turns his face to the side so it’s hard to read his expression, but you can see his teeth glint in a smile.

“Well now, sweetheart. Maybe I could stop in for a night cap, huh?”

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daisybianca · 7 months

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pairing: carlos sainz jr x femalereader

summary: carlos wants you to be his cowgirl.

warnings: mostly fluff, slight mentions of sexual activities.

SCROLLING ON IG, a sight blessed your eyes and surely made your day a little more interesting.

Your boyfriend had posted a fresh new photo and a video on IG. And it definitely was not something you could just like and scroll past.

Fuck, he was so, so...

Hot. And sweat. And kind. And his hair was messy. And his voice ridiculously harsh. And his accent is too cute.

His eyes, though... They were glistening. Bright just like dimonds.

How the hell were you so lucky?

And horny...?

A hand caressed your cheek, retrieving you from the dead of the sleep.

You opened your eyes after feeling a pair of soft and wet lips touching your cheek, then neck, and hand.

"Babe..."

"I'm back, love." Carlos smelled like vanilla. Your favorite. "Sorry to wake you up. You were just... you looked so beautiful." Carlos pulled you in his firm embrace, his big arms locking you close to him as if you were his captive.

"You think I'm beautiful while asleep?" You laughed, smelling his intoxicating aroma. "My mom used to tell me I look like a raccoon."

Carlos chuckled. "I assure you, baby, you don't look like a raccoon at all." He said. "I'd say you look like an angel."

The soft light of the bedside lamp illuminated your face as Carlos turned the lights on.

You yawned and stretched your arms up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "What time is it?" you asked, still half-asleep.

"It's late," he replied, glancing at the clock. "Go back to sleep if you want to, baby."

"No." You curled up under the covers and nuzzled into his chest, resting your head on his chest. "I'm glad you're here," you said softly. "I missed you."

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Of course I'm here," he said. "I missed you too, (y/n)." His lips found your temple.

You smiled and closed your eyes, feeling content and warm in his embrace. "I love you," you murmured.

He caressed your hair lovingly. "I love you too," carlos said, his voice gentle and tender.

At first, you tried to dorce yourself into sleep again, but then a sudden thought popped up. "Hey... about the post you made this morning..."

"Yeah? Did you like it?"

"Yes, well.." you hesitated for a brief moment. "Have I ever told you I adore your puppy eyes?"

Carlos laughed. "My what?"

"Your puppy eyes. Don't tell me you've never read your comments."

"What comments?" He looked at you confused.

"Under your posts." You replied. "Girls and even men are thirsting over you every day. I gotta admit I am one of them too. Proudly."

"Hmm," Carlos kissed your nose and cheek. "Why do you like my puppy eyes then?"

"'Cause..." you hesitated, trying to find the rught words ro describe what you actually felt.

"Go on."

This could only be said in one way.

"It kind of..." You looked up at him. His arms were still locked around you. "It kind of makes me want to ride you."

"Kind of?" Carlos chuckled. After a few seconds of silence, he turned to look at you. Serious this time. "Do it."

"What?"

"Do it, baby." Carlos repeated. "Be my cowgirl."

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hottiehotline · 1 year

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That’s it, atta girl | Leon S. Kennedy

Parings: Leon Kennedy X Reader

Content Warnings: sex. praise. [this is shameless smut idk what you want from me.]

Synopsis: you come back from a break, and see leon after not talking to him for two weeks.

you know the drill, smut under the cut!

you and Leon had known each other since the raccoon city incident. you two were always paired up with one another, you didn’t mind though seeing as you had feelings for Leon.

Leon just so happened to be the resident flirt within the organization, but whenever girls would ask him for anything more like a relationship or a date per se he’s always quick to turn them down. Since they never saw him with anyone other than you they always chalked it up to him being in love with you or having commitment issues.

You had just come back from a much needed break after saving the president’s daughter with none other than Leon Kennedy. You initially went on break from Leon rather than work, because you caught him on multiple occasions with Ada. After not having your phone on for two weeks you had 100+ missed messages & calls from leon, most of them saying he missed you and asking when you were gonna be back… and some asking why you were gone.

Monday was your first day back, and the first person you encounter is none other than Leon. The day goes by rather quickly and you notice that he’s been acting extra weird…he’s not flirted with anyone except you the entire day. You decide you’re gonna stay late and get some work finished. After everyone’s gone, you go to make yourself some coffee…thinking it’s gonna be a long ass night.

You get back to your office to see leon standing there leaning against the wall, smirking. “Hey…leon what are you doing here?” you questioned confused, “We need to talk, princess.”

“about what exactly?”

“me and you.”

“there isn’t exactly a me and you, considering you were with ada every chance you got while we were supposed to be saving ashley.” you stated bluntly, crossing your arms.

“jealousy looks cute on you, princess.” he chuckled, looking you up and down slowly.

“Look, y/n. nothing happened between ada and I. if i’m being honest you’re the only one i’ve ever had my sights on.”

“I would really love to believe you, but it’s hard considering you flirt with every girl you encounter.”

“please princess, let me show you that all i want is you.”

you looked him up & down. you hesitated before speaking, “ y-yeah, fine. but you get one chance kennedy.”

Leon quickly moves to lock the door, and starts kissing you. panting you quickly pull up your dress, he then lifts you onto your desk spreading your legs slowly. He hooks his finger under your underwear preparing to pull them down, he stops to look at you for reassurance. “may I?” he says breathlessly, “please, leon” he inserts one finger into you while making direct eye contact causing you to moan, encouraging him to do more.

“I-I need-“ you started panting, “tell me what you need baby, use your words” he said continuing his steady motions. “I need you inside of me please leon.” he quickly removed his fingers and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He lined himself with your entrance, and slowly pushed himself in. you let out out a moan, “fuck that’s it baby, let me hear you.”leon praised, as he started moving more. “mm leon you feel so good.” you moaned in his ear, he let out a grunt

“I know princess, i’ve been wanting this for a while.”

“faster baby, please i’m close”

leon sped up his movements per your request, “oh fuck, leon i’m gonna-“

“cum for me princess” he started to feel you tighten around him as you reached your climax, “that’s it, atta girl.” he said, closing in on his own climax “I love you leon” you whispered as he pulled out stunned for a moment, he replied “i love you too princess.”

leon left to get you a wet wash cloth to clean you up with, you smiled at how sweet he was, he looked up at you and asked, “how about we go to my place, i’ll make you dinner, we can shower then cuddle.”

“that’s sounds absolutely wonderful.” you replied happily.

— THE END!—

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martha-oi · 10 months

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•°Captain Syverson°•

°• @sillyrabbit81 •°All her works are amazing!°•

Even If You Don't Mean It •° this one started it all for me♥️°•

Pulled in line

Riding high

Cure for boredom - Cure for boredom part two

Work then play

Pink or black

Close shave

Sy loves quickies

Attached

And so much more

Girls' night needs

Lookout

Candy cane

Blood hound

Wrapped

Cotton tail

Curious inspired by this

Fuse

°• @littlefreya •°is one of my favorite also°•

Lines in the sand

Feral collision part one - Feral collision part two

Shades of Green

Bring it on

Captain cunnilingus

Let me in - Set me free

Waking up the beast

The Captain and the Maiden

Knockers

Florist Sy

Salt & Iron

Buns in the oven

Kiss me in slow motion

Cosy

Tough luck

The beast

Home sweet home

Peach pie

Husband's duty

Pictures of you

°• @angryschnauzer •°

No I in team

Bubbles

By The Waning Crescent Moon

°• @shewriteswhenthewordscome •°

Gray sweatpants season

Returning the favor

Smutbomb

Reading is FUNmental

°• @raccoon-eyed-rebel •°

What's the occasion?

°• @feralrunaway •°

Lower

Yrsa

The predictament

°• @loganbcrnes •°

you are the bane of my existence and the object of my desire

°• @delicate-moon-princess •°

The night of many firsts

°• @wolvesandhoundshowltogether •°

Kissed by fire 🔥

Pearls

A girl chest friend

Of beard and ranks

Good ol' boy

Dog tags

°• @mayloma •°

Sweet things

°• @viking-raider •°

Sy's therapy barn

°• @geralts-yenn •°

Bonfire - Something like that

Dad Sy

°• @augustsprincess •°

Plenty of room

°• @just-chirpin •°

Eyes that see - night terrors

°• @nashibirne •°

Truck stop - Pick up

°• @doll-r-t •°

A warm italien night with the captain

My sweet peach

A cold tent and a warm captain

My baby bear

°• @capncassas •°

Supply run - Twinkies, Ho-Ho's and Ding Dongs

Pretty as a peach °• this one is🔥😩•°

Box truck surprise

°• @gummydummy19 •°

Spanking - the do over

Balance

°• @princess-of-riviaa •°

No strings

What a man

Wet dreams

My Captain - your sergeant

°• @scorpiobitch95 •°

Sugar and the bull

Namaste

Hoodie love

Magenta

°• @mrsarnasdelicious •°

Touch starved

Overseas hero

°• @followyoursecretsmutblog •°

Mine

°• @thelastsock •°

He very much gives a fuck

Handprints on the glass

°• @hertzwritings •°

Yes professor

°• @zealoushound •°

A dose of serotonin

Watermelon sugar

°• @witchersmistress •°

Bite me Sy

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xmortuarykittyx · 6 months

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Ever Locked

Part 2: On the Rocks

Part 1: New Beginnings?

pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy x Ex!Coroner’s Assistant Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, talks of enjoying inflicting emotional and physical pain on another, getting off to crying, jerking off, crying, talks of imagining sex, male and female body parts

extras: this fic will also be slow and longer, we’re telling an entire story, i want it to be detailed with Reader and Leon as well as introducing Marina and Ryan. I hope you guys enjoy i have so so so many ideas and rough drafts already written. next part should be out Saturday! and i may write another and post it Sunday as im off both days <3

Glass, wet to the touch, my finger dragging across it to leave a small smear mark between the residue. The ice clinking to the side of the glass as the cup was lifted to my lips. That dark haired girl had said she'd be in soon. I could wait, I'd waited 7 years to see her again. I wasn't waiting any longer than I had to. The amber liquor burnt on its way down, the dribble sliding down my cheek, black leather sleeve coming up to wipe away the drop. She'd be here soon... just be patient, Leon. She's gonna be hesitant at first but... I was so loving to her. Those damn coffees and breakfast- was what we had not good enough for her?

All those years, the day the world ended, so had mine. I lost her, part of me actually thought she'd died in the mess that was Raccoon City. September 29th, 1998. Now it sat, September 26th, 2004. 7 years since I've felt the warmth of her body, the softness of her hair... since hearing those beautiful moans and whimpers of pain. I needed her, those 7 years passed quickly. From meeting Ada, Claire and Sherry, to being pulled into the government and told that with my joining USSTRATCOM, Sherry Birkins would live a normal life, the choice truly wasn't mine. I wanted a life of a normal man. A wife to come home to, soft lips to kiss good night, preferably by now, age 28, I'd have a kid or two- preferably with the woman i set out to find once more, the shy coroner's assistant. Instead, I'm a DSO Agent, currently under MIA status, I knew I was in for it the moment anyone found me. My... habits have become a bit more... flavorless. The whiskey in front of me the 20th bottle I've probably had in the last month. Sliding from shit hole to shit hole, waiting until closer to the anniversary of the day she slipped from my fingers, to trap her once more.

Of the two of us, i'm sure i've changed the most, my hair darker, a brown instead of that bright blonde i was so proud of. My beard had slightly grown out, no razor was worth leaving the bottle or whatever hotel i huddled up in. The shitty lighting of the bar didn't hide her though. As soon as she walked in, I knew it was her. She hasn't truly changed, much, after so many years. Her hair was longer than before, her eyes more tired than I was use to seeing. What was causing her such restless nights? Did she miss me as much as I missed her? I knew the government has sent her off with some money and her car before they blew the town to hell and back, but that's all they'd tell me, not a where she went or even an answer to "how was she?".

My eyes didn't leave her, specifically her chest as she chatted with the shorter girl. That shirt nearly had her everything on show, men staring down her shirt as they passed, catching a glimpse of the top of her breasts, before she disappeared behind the bar. The other girl looking down at the ground, where she crouched.

It didn't take long for her to pop back up, cleaner and a dingy rag in her hands. She wiped idly at the empty bar, her eyes still lingering on the other girl. She was very chatty, she talked about how much him and her friend would be perfect... she was right. That woman was perfect for me, I didn't plan on leaving the weeping town without her. I drove my ass over three thousand miles to see the girl I dreamt of holding every night... dreamt of pounding the ever loving shit out of her. Wanted to see her swole with my child, I stayed up at night, wondering if our child would look like her... or me. Would they have my blue eyes and her hair? Her eyes and my hair? I hope they got her lips and eyebrows. My chin fell to my chest, a soft sigh falling from my lips, a smirk causing the corners to twitch. I wanted that life with her... but she ran. She could've waited for me, asked them to tell me where she'd be. Then again, i don't think anyone thought i'd survive those years in between, in training under Jack Krauser.

My eyes flickered back to the bar, wanting to see her face once more, to study her in her new habitat. The first thing that caught my eye was a manicured finger pointing at me, that girl had a big mouth- a growl fell from my lips for a moment. She couldn't have just not told her? She had to give away his position and all? Then, my eyes scanned the woman next to her, ending at her eyes, the same smirk on my lips. God, I've missed her. The glasses between her fingers fell to the floor in a sharp crash, her body stepping back instantly. I couldn't help but laugh, my chest rocking as i thought about how careless she always had been. Something's never change, bunny... some things were destined to be- we were destined to be.

We were. We always had been, a shy, careless bunny and her protective, dangerous wolf. Her figure ran, fast as she whipped out the Motorola Razr, pink... fitting for her. She must be making more money here than i thought. A five hundred dollar cell phone, she could afford that on a bar salary? I don't think so... there has to be more to her new life.

My own Razr ringing as i assumed another call from Chris to ask me where i've been or if i was even alive. His call ending to raise the 27 missed calls to 28. Nothing was going to stop me from getting her, i wasn't as naive as before. I had grown, my training showing me gaps in my methods, the scumbags that hurt and caused damage showing me new ideas as well- but mine were for protection. Mine were for her, like i said all those years ago. I'd do anything for her, even putting up with her accusations and her eager willingness to be in danger. Even if she threw away my money like some other boy lusting after her attention. I was, am and will forever be, her soul mate. Her impression is laid into my heart and brain. Something i was never able to change, she deserved to be there. She was a religion. Something i had to have, an addiction, something to be looked at and adored, worshiped... something i was missing in my life away from Raccoon City.

My cock ached thinking about those soft pitiful whines that fell from her lips, the moment her head hit my tile. The moans from her plump lips as she came undone on me, gushing that forbidden nectar all over my sheets, my name on her tongue like a shunned prayer. Someone she pleaded for, unknowingly calling out for the devil to catch her. Caught her, I did... until fate decided to be cruel. My fingers brushed over the growing ache from my pants, the slit of my cock pressed to the zipper as the my hips jerked up, brushing it against the angry tip.

My thoughts were broken by someone asking for the manifestation of religion. "Hey, Marina! Where is she?", a sharp pin prick stabbed at my spine, a quirk in my lips as i see the unsteady man. His hands on the bar as 'Marina' points to the back room. All i could see was a white dress shirt, and black slacks. He better not be fucking her- only i can touch something like her, something created for my pleasure and sight. Her teary eyes and drool collecting at the corner of her mouth. A jerk from my dick had my whiskey at the back of my mind, quickly jumping up to rush to the bathroom.

Stupid fucking bunny. My arm rested on the stall wall, elbow dug into the metal as my palm brushed the exposed skin. Shirt tail tucked between my teeth as my hand started to fist at the hardened flesh. I could hear soft cries- hers... the bathroom must be next to the employee room. Her cries were like a sirens call, precum smeared across the sensitive flesh as my hips snapped up with the pace i had set for myself. Imagining her, that pretty face under me, her eyes rolled up to watch as i pumped my shaft, staring at those beautiful eyes. Wouldn't waste my cum on her face, no matter how tempting. Would have her bouncing on my cock, her pussy walls clenching down on my cock, tip nudging against her cervix and bumping into her soft spot as i rocked my hips. A louder sob left her lips as i felt a jolt in my cock, pumping faster. She was just so pretty... those pretty clear tears causing her eyes to gloss over. Her mumbled and moans- "fuck..", my hand slows, feeling the twitching of my cum shoot out onto the rim of the toilet seat.

"disgusting.", the realization of what i had just done hitting me, "jerking off to a sweet bunny crying in the men's bathroom?", a dry laugh falling from my lips. "yeah- some things don't change.", the memory of doing the same at RPD flashing to mind. I'd fucked myself to the sound of her laughter more than once. Those red lacy underwear hidden in my drawer, ready for the next time i needed a stabilizing moment. A sniff, a jerk off... anything. The toilet paper was damn near falling apart as i wiped off the cum from the tip of my cock, a hiss leaving my lips. The sensitive skin, overworked by my palm. "Shit- use to be better about not getting so over worked.", an annoyed yet amused tone to my words.

The slamming of the bathroom door caught my attention next, i felt like a damn dog outside for the first time, jumpy and slightly buzzed. My hand landed on the stall door, sliding it open to be faced with the same white shirt and black slacks. Black hair combed back and pale skin- she certainly tried to stay away from anything close to me, didn't she?

The man washed his hands, a groan leaving his lips as he realized he didn't have any paper towels to dry his hands. "Got toilet paper, but the shit nearly falls apart on you.", i added, i wonder if she said anything to him yet. If he recognized my presence had been the one to distraught her so deeply. Her soft sobs could still be heard. "Yeah... i'll pass, thanks.", he side eyed me, brown eyes wide and weirded out. "Yeah, no problem.", my hands came up to wave him off. I wanted to know more, where was he from- what was he to her? Boyfriend, probably... but that just won't do. I had to keep her with me, she was my forbidden fruit. The future mother to my children, my bunny... my little play thing. The man started to turn to walk away, his hand resting on the door as he turned his head to take a final peek. "Have a good rest of your day.", the man spoke up. "Yeah, you too. Hey- I didn't catch your name.", I knew for a fact he knew now, his side eyes not passing my radar. I was trained in body language, he didn't want to take his eyes off me, he saw me as a threat. "I didn't throw it.", he dead panned, his look slightly more angered. "Right... right...", what was this guys name again? It popped up under the same address as hers.

Ken? Ren? Rylan- Ryan! "Sorry...", my hands met under the water, washing away the sins that lingered on my skin. "Have a good rest of your night, Ryan.", i hummed, as casually as possible, my eyes catching his in the mirror. "I caught it.", i quickly add, maybe giving him any insight that i knew anything was stupid, but i didn't care. "Yeah... you too, Leon.", a chuckle left my lips, maybe she hadn't picked someone too different as the annoyance and anger clung to his words. A smirk fell on my lips, becoming more familiar to my features the more i stayed in this busy town. I didn't reply, just watching as he walked out, thinking he had the upper hand. He doesn't, he won't- bunny was mine, I owned her. I had staked my claim 7 years ago on that girl and I'd be damned if I lost it now.

Ryan... I'll have to look that up later. Keeping all my tabs on the new life she built for herself. I was more careful this go around, despite the ache that quickly came back to my groin from the power exchange...!i would wait, plan... figure out how and when to take her back to the house i built. A family home, build from the foundation up on quite a few acres, stuck in the middle of a very small town. This will be our home, sweet bunny... we'll have a family, somewhere where it's just us. I'm tired of fighting for everyone else to have their happy endings, for them to get to shine while i suffer... This time, i'll be selfish, i'll get what i want and i won't allow my broken bird to fly, my little bunny to hop. Instead, she'll be mine, changed and tamed... kept away from the unsafe world, kept private and secret from nearly anyone. If only i could get rid of the suspicion of the man and the fear she held on me. I just wanted a life, i'd get it. One way or another, i was getting my family home and filling it with little Kennedy's.

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lex-the-flex · 1 year

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My loveeeeeeee can we get our love Mr. Kennedy reacting to his s/o getting hurt pushing him or moving him out of harms way. Or... hear me out, a spider enemy because they get huge dragging her off and Leon Finding her in its web and hes relieved when he finally finds her. I am in a mood today. Love you!

Come Back to Me

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, heavy angst, action and violence, descriptions of injuries, and my severe arachnophobia.

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!

“Okay, are you ready? We could cut through that gun shop.” Leon advises, pointing down the street.

Leaning out from underneath the garage’s entrance, the bright red neon sign of: Kendo’s Gun Shop lights up against the wet pavement.

“Yeah, let’s do it. That jail gave me the creeps.” You reply, shuddering in the borrowed police uniform Marvin gave you.

Jogging down the street, Leon discovers that the gun shop is bolted shut. Proposing to go around through the open sewer drain, echoes of the Tyrant’s footsteps stomp from the police station. Hesitating toward a chain link fence, Leon pressed his shoulder against your body, shielding you from the incoming attack.

However unbeknownst to you or Leon, something else in the dark has plans for you. Looming on the top of the fence, a new type of enemy: an insect hisses above you and Leon. The sight of a mutated spider-like creature makes you scream in fear. Latching a tentacle around your neck, Leon immediately pulls out his knife, but isn’t quick enough.

“Leon!” You call you, reaching for the young officer.

Catching your hand, Leon holds into you all his might, refusing to let go. But the spider spews a string of venom in his face, which he dodges.

Breaking Leon’s grip, the Drain Deimos snatches you up and drags you along the catwalks between each of the brick apartments, deeper into Raccoon City.

“Y/N, no!” Leon shouts, only to receive no answer.

****

After searching for you for a few hours, Leon never lost hope. He was determined to find you above all else. Umbrella and Nest could wait.

You were his top priority.

Reaching the subway station, Leon opened the control room door and was greeted with a scary sight: spiders. And they were everywhere. Those things took complete control of the subway station, but Leon had to find you.

Descending through the maze, Leon braced every corner in a panic as he half expected to see you dead. But we weren’t. Reaching the tail end of the maze, the soles of his boots could barely move as a mass of webs tried to keep him in place.

Aiming the barrel of his shotgun, Leon quickly pointed the gun towards the cement flooring the second he saw you strung up in a series of strong spider silk. Equipping his knife, Leon slashed through the material and caught you as you were about to hit the floor.

Tightly wrapping his arms around you, a giant wave of relief washed over Leon.

“You alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s just get out of here.” You pleaded, as Leon carried you to the exit.

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beskarberry · 1 year

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Ok so I really wanted to write something for new years but instead I had a panic attack bcz I realized I literally don't know how to write anymore lol so i wrote this just to make myself laugh written dieter bravo x f reader warnings: dieter bravo

the worst fic ever

k so like ur sitting at home and in ur pjs all comfy with ur cat and watching netflix eating popcorn off ur shirt when u hear a knock at ur door. u get up and spill all your shirtcorn on the floor, but carry your cat with u because you didnt order anything from amazong in like 3 days so kitty might have to maul a bitch. u open the door and it’s the hottest man ever, dieter bravo. u almost drop kitty bcz you just say dieter bravos hot face on the covere of the magazine u keep in the bathroom, but the real face was way less wrinkly or melted from the shower. the plush duck face lips were the same hto.

“hey b b girl” dieter sais, leaning on ur doorframe, his ugly wookie pelt robe falling open to reveal he is wearing nothing but boxers and crocs. “i heard u enjoy eating junk food and getting your junk food ate out. do u wanna sit on my face?”

ur like “omg dietr bravo!! im not wearing any makeup!! or pants!!” but he just lafs at that because tahts what he likes about u.

“ya girl i know thats why im heer. the way u scratch ur ass called me like a siren and i just had to come get a taste of that sweet couch cake.” he pushes his sunglasses up on his head, his eyes are bloodshot from smoking too much weed. “well? do u wanna have sex with me or not?”

“duh,” u spit, setting kitty on the floor. “but im not sitting on ur face, my kneeds will give out.”

“right on.” he loafs in to your house, tripping over kitty whne she swats at his tatered robe. “i like your raccoon”

“dont look her in the eye or she will eat your face.” u say right before smushing your face into his. his mouth tastes like doritos and montain dew, and he smells like an old couch that you crashed on once. his chest is sticky when you put ur hands on it, kind of crunchy too, just like that couch. he has huge hands that scoop under ur ass and throw you on the bed and rip of your pjs. ur phone goes flying out the pocket, probsbly never to be seen again.

hes on top of you fast, pinnning you to the bed, slopply groping under ur shirt for ur boobs that bounce boobily. he chokes u with ur tank top trying to get it off but u kinda think thats hot. his robe hits the floor and skitteres away, leaving him in his boxers he got for christmas in 1998. his cocke is huge, huger than his hands. it snaps the elastic and booings out on to your tumpy.

“dont worry baby ckaes ull get this dick after i get taht snatch” he grabs ur legs and throws them over his shoulder and eats ur pussy until u scream and cum all over his face. he snorts it like coke

“omg mr bravo how do you eat pussy so good??!” you breate breathlessley

“i like pudding cups and i never leav them empty.” he pulls actual coke out of his hair and stuffs it up his nose. “ r u ready baby gril?”

“yes daddy!”

he likes that. he fuckes his whole schmeat into ur cunt and it eats it all up. the sound is os wet and obscene it sounds like a car wash. he fucks you and cums all over ur tits, then flips u over and fucks u again but then coms on ur ass. there is so much cum. u are cumming too. the bed breaks from so much fucking and cumming. dieter keeps going until his coke high wears off. u totaly almost die bcz uv never been fucked so good and so much

“wow mr bravo thank u” u say. talking makes cum gush out ur ass

“ur welcom. btw ur my wife now.” he lights a joint

“ok but u have to stop doing so many drugs”

“sure”

he buys u ur own crocs and u love happily ever after

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scholastic-dragon · 8 months

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Oooooo

Part 2 of my poll is here!

This post does have spoilers for Guardians of the galaxy vol 3 and what happens to Peter so keep that in mind while reading!

Rocket x fem!reader x Quill

Yard Work

Warnings: SMUT, a little plot this time, causal hooking up, threesome with a raccoon, spelling mistakes, dirty talk, praise, Quill and rocket banter, pussy slapping (like once), little bit of aftercare, cum eating,

The situation was already a mess before Peter's friend, Rocket got involved.

Your neighbor Mr. Quill's grandson had finally come home, he was a handsome man which you met at his welcoming home party.

You weren't sure if it was the beer you had shared, or the flirty banter, or maybe because it felt so wrong, but you'd ended up bent over the bathroom sink that night.

You two weren't dating, nothing close to it. You both had a silent understanding that this was simply, mind numbing, fantastic sex.

Things got awkward when he was hired to mow your mother's lawn (yes you lived at home, you'd just graduated and hadn't saved up enough money to buy your own place yet). And what made the situation worse is that your older brother would simply sit outside and watch him do it.

"Lazy ass," You mumbled, watching him from the window, seeing him relax with a beer while Peter did all the work.

And work he did. In the hot morning sun, wearing tight jeans that hugged his thick ass and thighs, thin gray t-shirt drenched in sweat. Halfway through the yard, he pulled his shirt off, but in the hot way where he reached above his head, pulling at the back of his collar.

He had a gorgeous chest, large and firm muscles with a bit of chair between his pecks and a happy trail that you desperately wanted a taste of.

As Peter put the lawn mower back in the garage, you met him there and let him take you against the hood of your brothers car.

Two weeks later, Peter was back to get the backyard this time. You had a tray with three glasses of lemonade and as you opened the back door, you caught the tail end of an argument.

Your brother rolled his eyes, stomping past you inside. Peter - shirtless - standing next to the mower with his hands on his hips.

"Peter, what happened?"

He sighs, opening his mouth, but a third voice answers.

"Your brother has shit manners," To your shock, a raccoon was leaning against the side of the mower.

"Y/n, this is one of my buddies, Rocket. Rocket this Y/n," He gestures between us.

"So this is the pretty Betty you've been fucking on the side?" Rocket's eyes scan your body, little crop top and booty shorts.

"Rocket!" Peter groaned, making a face that clearly said he wasn't supposed to say that.

You laugh, coming down the steps and holding out the lemonade. "I brought drinks, would either of you like one?"

The next half hour moved faster than you'd ever imagine. Now in your room on all fours on your bed, sucking off Peter while Rocket railed you from behind.

"Damn, Quill," He groaned, nails digging into your hips, his smacking against yours with an inhuman speed. "Thought you were lying about how good Earth pussy was,"

You moaned around Peter's cock, you loved how he talked like you weren't there. You sucked harder, flicking your tongue against his head. Watching him stifle a moan, threading his hands into your hair.

"Wait till you feel how she clenches around you when you cum,"

You moan, eyes rolling back as you remember the several times Peter hadn't pulled out, letting his cum drip down your legs as you rushed to the bathroom to clean it up. Thank god for birth control.

"Oh, I'm not even gonna think about that until, this pretty girl cums on my cock," He leans over your back, pressing his wet nose to your ear. "Is that what you want? To cum on my cock? A complete stranger you just met today pounding and breeding this pretty pussy?"

Your body was sweaty and flushed a bright red, your eyes watering with the large cock in your throat.

Rocket's hand scratched your soft skin as it traveled from your hips down around to your clit, pinching the bean between his fingers.

You squealed around Peter's cock, making him gasp and moan, his thighs tensing and chest flushing. Rocket massaged you clit in rough hard squeezes, making your body buck against his, you felt the band tightning in your core, pulling and pulling.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Quill whines, panting loudly.

"Figured you'd last longer than that, Quill," Rocket grunted loudly, snapping his hips harder into you. "But if her pussy feels good I can only imagine her mouth,"

He nips your ear, pulling hard enough to hurt. "Cum," He growls, pulling his hand back and smacking your pussy with his open palm, directly hitting your clit.

You scream, honest to god scream as your orgasm rips through you, your eyes rolling back, jaw dropping open. Peter moans loudly, pulling out of you mouth, stroking himself in quick short thrusts and cumming all over your mouth and cheeks.

"Fuck," He pants, taking a step back to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Rocket nails dig into your hips again, your knees starting to hurt from being this way for so long.

"Rocket," You moan.

"I know, Princes, I know, I'm gonna cum, don't worry, you'll get my cum," He moans, his hips smacking against yours. One of his hands moves to your upper back, pressing your face down into your comforter.

"Shit," Rocket gritted as you squeeze his cock when he plunged into your sopping depths. "I'm gonna cum," With three final pumps, he groans loud and long, filling your pussy, some of it spilling out and dripping onto your thighs and blanket.

Rocket pulls out, panting heavily. Peter got up, walking to your bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth. He gently wipes his cum from your face, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"You alright?" You nod, dazed, giving him a firm kiss.

"Here," Peter folds the washcloth to the clean side and offers it to Rocket.

"What's that for?" He pants, sweat making his fur stick up in all different directions.

"For your cum,"

Rocket scoffs and you feel him move. You move your knees to take the cloth from Peter and do it yourself when Rockets tounge is suddenly licking at your thighs,

"Rocket-what're you-"

He drags it up the sensitive skin, making you moan and your legs shake. Then he's at your pussy, licking and sucking his cum out of you like he's in the desert and you're the first drink he's had in months.

He's relentless, making you sweaty and overstimulated, body shaking and trembling as you cum again on his tongue, screaming into your blankets.

"That good enough for ya?" Rocket sasses at Quill, using the back of his arm to wipe away your mess.

Peter rolls his eyes, sitting down on the bed next to you. You finally had the strength to roll over onto your stomach, looking up at the ceiling with a wide grin.

"Is there anything you need?" He brushes a hand over your hair, pushing it behind your ear.

Rocket leans over, both men, panting, looking sexed out and very handsome.

"Yes," You laugh. "For this to happen again,"

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brown-little-robin · 1 year

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Hi Lockwood & Company Girls! I know I enjoy seeing outsiders' perspectives on things I'm obsessed with, so here, have the POV of Robin, who never heard of this series until a few months ago when y'all got obsessed:

Lockwood & Co. is... a tv show. Based on a book series. The show hasn't caught up yet, which makes you sad.

There's a group of ghost... investigators...? Who wear kinda old-fashioned clothing? I think this might not be set in modern times. I bet this is in the 1900s. That century. (I'm not a historical fashion buff, I dunno sldkfjlskdjf)

The ghost investigators are kind of a disaster trio (quartet?) who have that good good Weird Kids Chemistry.

There's one (1) girl main character and her name is Lucy. Lucy has an important necklace. It is probably cursed because she fainted about it. Y'all seem to really like Lucy. The impression is that she's maybe a little headstrong but also tries her best.

There's a few boy main characters. One of them is George. I actually can recognize George by face; he's uhhh not white? I think? Anyway, he has a nice round face and he's a little insane. He's... comic relief? He really likes Lucy, I hope platonically (I adore a good platonic weirdguy/weirdgirl friendship) but whatever. I think if I was watching the show, George might be my favorite. He gives Stiles Stilinski vibes: seems like the Sane OneTM except for when he's doing the crazy board conspiracy thing.

A lot of people have a crush on a guy called Kipps. ??? Apparently it takes a while to warm up to him? I get the feeling that he might be kind of mean or distant at first. I'd give him a fair shot if I was watching the show. We love a good prickly character who eventually gets better.

There's a character with terminal Tired Raccoon Eyes. He looks like a languishing poet and I love him. Cold wet kitten on the unforgiving city streets. I feel like he should be some kind of doomed prophet but maybe I'm just associating him with Fiver Watership Down too much.

The group.... lives together? In an old house? Maybe? Are they actually a found family, or is that just the vibe I'm getting? I think they're all human, no magical or supernatural powers, but I'd love it if they did have powers 👀👀👀

Feel free to tell me if I'm right or wrong about this stuff!

#Lockwood & Co.

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thecoddaughter · 8 months

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Back again with another album breakdown

So here is (more) Penelope Scott as QSMP characters! Below the line is the breakdown of Hazards:

7 O’Clock - I already gave a full breakdown of this song, its a cast of characters

Soap - Bobby!

“Wouldn’t you like to see where I went to high school” I just picture him in front of the Kindergarten

“I can’t keep anything at all From slipping through my raccoon claws” RACOONS! *cries*

This whole verse “The soap under my nails. I never asked for this. I’m just one creature. Blood trapped in my knuckles. I don’t know what I wanted I didn’t think it was this.”

Dead Girls - Collective featuring specific lyric examples

Slime: “Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk biking on the wet chalk spelling out their names” (whole first and second verse really)

Bad: “And it’d be wrong to say I miss them, I didn’t really know him I just have a couple friends who say they knew him well” (That whole verse is so him bc all he wanted to do was love the eggs he didn’t know)

Parents about telling the surviving eggs: “I broke the f-----g news It wasn’t mine to break”

Pomme, our traumatized baby: “And if all you ever see are dead girls. If all you hear is terrible news. Maybe it’s not all about the dead girls. Maybe it’s more about you… The living need attention too!”

Bad Advice - Dapper and Bad

Basically, I'm not caught up yet but from the tag they just need a break, key lyrics:

“Life is long and God is mean. Suffering in everything… Bugs are trapped inside my room So pick anybody other than me.”

“Say sad girls are hot but it doesn’t even matter if you want me or not.”

“Leaves change color. Babies cry. All I want to do is die.”

Warm Regards - 4Halo

“I should be doing better. You’ve made that really clear. I’m just a little sad.”

“Nothing really matters from my point of view. Sitting here watching it unfold with you.”

Self Care - Jaiden (Cuz she’s a liar always, canon)

The first half is just vibes

“I’m not like that I’m not coming back I don’t want it like that Not like that”

“Tell your deepest darkest secrets to your friends”

THIS WHOLE SECTION! “But it’s never ever gonna be enough for the people in the back row but you still choose to listen, knowing damn well it’s really not their decision. Maybe if you tried more then you would deserve it. Maybe if you fixed the whole world by yourself then you’d earn it.”

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NO TIME TO DIE | leon kennedy x oc | 8

pairing: leon s. kennedy x oc word count: 18K~ warnings: discussion of suicide, grief, mourning, a doggo death, graphic description of gore towards the ending, mr x DUN DUNNN summary: In the aftermath of Marvin's burial, it seems all Vera can do is keep slipping up in front of Leon who stands his ground on prioritizing getting everyone to safety, but once the potential answers to all his suppressed questions appear in the form of an FBI agent, it's revealed that he indeed is looking for someone to hold accountable for Raccoon City's demise just as much as the next alive, suffering person. author's note: special thanks and dedication to @lucky-peenut and @mykobirb for the love and support and listening to me ramble about everything, and the incredible art they did for nttd & vera. i'm not worthy, but i gobbled it up like a man starved nonetheless,,,, am on my knees six feet down

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“We should go inside,” Leon said, stepping forward to stand next to the grieving, dissociated girl so thoroughly drenched that the pink of her top was a whole other color. The puffs of mist from his breath blending into the air was heavier in opacity than his voice. “You’ll get really sick.”

There was no indication from Vera that she’d heard him. Leon attempted to swallow down the stacked rocks of guilt and pity and called her name, louder this time, uncompromising from the carefulness to not spook her, as he’d learned she was easy to startle.

He had to force his face not to sour in sorrow when she turned to him as if waking from a dream and not really comprehending her surroundings. “Huh?”

“We should go inside,” he repeated, reaching for her, but not really touching, just to get her attention to gesture towards the police station. “You’ll get sick if you stay like this any further.”

“Ah,” she smiled the tiniest bit, hollowly. “Sick, huh. Right.”

He knew what she was thinking inside. As if she could care about something insignificant as catching a cold at this moment.

There was a pocket of shelter a balcony above provided they could use to step off from the rain. Leon was able to at least get her to back off together with him underneath it, even if they had to stand close to the body bags lined along the wall. She was intermittently getting the shivers, and he wasn’t sure if it was the cold or the misery. Maybe both. The girl was missing a whole sleeve for god’s sake, and her bandages were getting wet.

So, he ended up briefly leaving her side to go get the jacket he was wearing prior to changing into the uniform, and Vera accepted wearing it with little to no protest – like some patient in a hospital not really conscious of what the nurses did to her.

It was a bit baggy on her and covered her hands until only the ends of her fingers showed, but if it did its job in warming her up, then the size was no problem at all, on the contrary, the material wouldn’t touch her bandages like this.

“Thanks,” she exhaled, yet, had that bitter, distant, thousand yard stare on her as she adjusted the jacket that he didn’t take personally.

Leon knew what he was saying and worrying about was so dumb from her perspective, but he had to look out for her, didn’t he? She was all that was left. Even if Leon had been a colossal failure this far at protecting people he’d sworn to aid, he couldn’t fall on his ass, let everything go and complain about it, he had to keep going – he had to keep trying his best and succeed this time. He had to make sure Vera was safe, and it started simple with looking out for her health so she had the strength to move forward. The girl wasn’t in the right state of mind to care for her wellbeing right now, so it was up to him to remind and support her to get back on her feet.

It just didn’t sit well with Leon how the situation was forcing him to go about it.

This really wasn’t how a person facing death of an immediate family member should be treated like, in a better world he would be helping her take care of herself where he was allowed, and giving her all the time and space in the world she needed while making his presence clear as someone she could confide in and seek companionship whenever she needed it. Steer her in the direction of therapy without outright saying. These things required time and labor of the heart.

He was endlessly uncomfortable with basically having to tell her to suck it up and move on and mourn when she was safe to do so. Hated the cruelty of it, hated more that Vera was in this situation in the first place.

Though, what could he do? God, if he could somehow guarantee Claire and Sherry’s safety to let Vera sleep and rest, he would let her stay by this grave as long as she needed to in a heartbeat.

But unfortunately, Vera had no time to mourn.

Leon couldn’t let her be, and leave Claire alone on her own to look for the lost little girl with a monstrosity on their trail.

“You would be right to get angry at me for saying this, I wouldn’t blame you,” he started, hoping to convey his sincerity. There was considerable distance between them even side by side that he had no courage to cross. “Because I am angry for having to be like this – that it’s this way. You should be able to get to mourn openly and feel those emotions—”

“I know there’s a but coming next. I’m aware we have to go, Leon. I know.” He couldn’t control the press of his eyebrows at the heart-wrenching frustration swelling up inside at her understanding. Vera should have been snapping, but all he’s receiving was a weary lack of reaction. “We have no time, right?”

“Yeah,” he said faintly, hands falling down to his sides, leaden, defeated, stomach in knots. “No time.” He bowed his head, unable to meet unwavering, sad, storm-gray eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong.”

When he looked back up, Vera wasn’t facing him anymore, looking up instead, her profile and the curve of her nose to him, completely ignoring the zombie horde ahead rattling the metal fence, towards the skyline of skyscrapers fallen in total darkness from what he guessed was power outage. He could only discern one belonging to the Umbrella Pharmaceuticals because of the glowing umbrella logo the whole country was no stranger to. He had no idea if she was searching for Marvin up in the sky or just didn’t want to see his face. Guilt smothered his whole being, but Leon didn’t blame her for not finding it in herself to face his way, be it out of disgust towards him or anger – because he was being his cruelest yet.

To a person who deserved none of it. A person who was being gracious to him despite all of his fuck-ups.

They stood side by side together for a while, her watching the rain and the buildings, and him the graves of Marvin and all the coworkers he was supposed to have, lost in their individual thoughts.

Leon had unwavering faith in the good in people, but the world didn’t seem to share that sentiment of his, in fact, it doubled down on them with cruelty, always some kind of carefully constructed tragedy meant to bend reserved for the most pristine of souls. He’d asked himself why uncountable times now, every time he had to put down a zombie and finish the job for good, every time he thought about the person they’d been, every time he caught himself being numb about it and no longer affected.

Raccoon City was hell on earth for delicate hearts that had unprecedentedly survived the initial plummet.

The only reason Leon was able to keep going and not lose it completely was the companions he had collected along the way – do it for them if not yourself, you have to help them, was a mantra in his head, especially after Vera and Sherry were taken.

And now he was back to square-one again, head bowed in shame, finding it an actual struggle to keep a watch Vera who hadn’t moved from the spot she was standing with the help of the shovel stabbed in the dirt other than occasionally swaying on her feet from lack of strength, the final note he’d handed her like passing on a torch that didn’t belong to him was neatly folded by her as if it was written on a thin layer of frost and put in her shorts’ pocket. She had read whatever was written on it and just stared at it with dead eyes for five minutes straight before he couldn’t take it anymore and offered to go inside – and it had broken Leon’s exhausted heart in a thousand shrapnel pieces tearing up his insides.

The cold spreading through his limbs wasn’t because of the rain or the crisp autumn night, it seeped into his very being from the loss weighing heavy on her shoulders and tying an invisible leash around her neck to a makeshift grave.

Leon had to admit he didn’t know how to support her going forward, let alone how to approach her right now precisely because of his apprehension about the correct way to give her the much-needed mental strength to endure.

This had to be one of the hardest trials of life he was going through, particularly since he was powerless to do anything to be of real help, or shoulder even a bit of the pain she had to be going through.

He wanted nothing more than to make it all go away, and having to live with the fact he had no control or a possibility of impact on the situation was a pill he couldn’t swallow, especially because he could have done things better — done better, overall, even if it was through steering the path to the best possible outcome amongst choices only made up of a sea of worsts.

Leon could have done something, anything – anything to not let a noble, good man die on his own like this, leaving a daughter behind who was forced to move on just to survive at a time she should have been mourning to process loss. None of this was fair. None of them deserved an ending of this kind. And heaven knows how many thousand people left in this city were in the same position, burned by the same fire, praying for help that would never come. He was about to lose his goddamned mind thinking about this over and over again.

The worst of it all was he had told them both he was here to help, and yet, done the exact opposite at every turn, a different shade of death he was unsuccessful to be a shield from was waiting around every corner.

Leon had been anything but helpful.

Hell, Vera had battled a monster and a whole serial killer on her own, and gotten right back up after getting hurt worse than he and Claire combined ten times while Leon was just. There. Useless the entire time. She was ground zero in both situations.

Jesus Christ, he was a failure. What was he doing?

“If you’re worrying about me, don’t. I’ve had enough of that. My dad wants me to survive, and so I will.”

Leon faltered; a bit dazed, gaze snapping right at Vera to see her nodding in bitter acceptance and determination, combing her wet hair back with a hand and swaying the handle of the shovel up and down to stab at the dirt in anxious energy. “I’ll do it so well he’ll call me a survivalist. Be a fucking superhero with that power, hell, I’ll even save you guys with it. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. He’ll see.”

Leon opened his mouth and almost said something ridiculous like, ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ – but he halted at the last second, his jaw twitching to mutter, “That’s what the Lieutenant wanted all along, right from the start.”

“Yeah. He, uh,” she cleared her throat, gripping the shovel tighter. “The note. He… He said, uh – “

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, its fine, nothing private. The stubborn bastard just repeated what he’d been preaching like clockwork. That he wants me to survive and live.” Vera huffed an unwilling smile, distantly nostalgic. “He could have written something sentimental, right? Like. Like I love you. I hate to be parting like this, I’m looking back at our memories together— I don’t fucking know, I haven’t… I haven’t written a suicide note before or anything but… But I’d rather have him blame me rather than leave a little note like he’s just going on a road trip or something.” She shook her head, lips twisting to indicate she was chewing the insides of her mouth. “I don’t know what I was expecting but. I don’t know. I guess nothing is good enough when you don’t get to say goodbye. It just feels so incomplete, like he’s off to somewhere and will be back in a minute. No real closure.”

Then, she thought about it for a minute, spacing out to the side, with it ultimately ending with her snapping out of it with the flutter of her eyelids and the raise of her eyebrows. “He said his goodbye. That’s all he’s been saying the whole time. So maybe his closure is all that matters and I need to not think about how he went.”

“Marvin was looking out for you until the last moment, that says a lot,” Leon said, tentatively. “He wasn’t gone fully.” Even right before pulling the trigger. But Leon couldn’t say that out loud. “I think you’re fortunate in that sense.”

Vera stared at him, dumbfounded expression just about to morph into offended, but not able to from how shocked she was. “Fortunate?”

“Ah – “ Leon stuttered, the words escaping him at her low tone. “What I mean is… Shit, I’m sorry, I…” He wetted his suddenly dry lips despite the abundance of rain in the air, under severe stress from how she was almost glaring at him, broken-hearted and distressed. “Of course nothing about this is fortunate. I mean that…” He opened his hands and let them slap back to his sides, completely given up. “You got to see him last as himself, Vera. He was your father until the end, and wanted to stay that way. I think you’re fortunate to be able to mourn that in these circumstances…” He sighed deep from his lungs, running a hand through his face. “I’m ruining everything the more I talk… You know what? Just – just forget what I –“

She was gazing at him like she saw something underneath that he wasn’t aware was there. “You don’t have a family, right?”

He blinked a couple times, freezing up. “What?”

“I remembered what you said underground with Sherry, that you also had no one.”

It wasn’t accusatory or mean-spirited, his shoulders deflated. “Yeah?”

“I have no clue if it’s reciprocated – but I know I get what you’re trying to say precisely because I know why you’re saying it from your position as someone like me, because yes, I am grateful, I am fortunate that I got to have a father like this, even though I didn’t deserve him at all—”

He turned to her slowly like a piece of metal gravitating to a magnet, utter disbelief washing over him the more she kept rambling.

Vera was one of the most confident and proud people he’d come across, the sudden display of low self-esteem was so out of character for her – even though Leon knew he might be being too presumptuous again, it didn’t suit her at all, like struggling with Mandela effect, or an eerie photo you knew something was wrong with at first glance. In his eyes, Vera was such a self-reliant and secure person in the face of every obstacle they’d come across together that he never would think she was capable of looking down on herself like this. It simply didn’t feel right to see her this way.

“Vera,” he started denying, the objection evident right from the start, but she didn’t let him continue.

“And you must be wildly frustrated to see me bitch and cry and hinder everything because, yes, you’re right, there must be people going through the worst of it out there somewhere—”

“That’s not true!–”

“Because I got to be happy, and I should be thankful for getting to be lucky—”

“Stop.” Leon said finally, a pointer finger hanging between them and lowering immediately when he noticed what he did, cutting her off harshly and feeling apprehensive and bad about it simultaneously. However, he had to. This was nonsense he had no tolerance for. “My situation, or anyone else’s, has nothing to do with yours, okay? It doesn’t mean you have no right to feel the way that you do. You’re allowed to be sad. I just wanted to say that—”

“I know what you want to mean,” she half-whined, half-muttered in disappointment, at herself, he could tell. “But I can’t find it in me to feel fortunate about anything at the moment even though I know what I’m doing is just complaining about gourmet food in front of a starving person.”

Leon wanted to kick himself. He shouldn’t have started a conversation like this. It would have been fine if Vera knocked him down a peg or two and put him in his place about what bullshit he was spewing but it had resulted in a whole hidden wound popping its stitches. “That metaphor is bullshit, you lost your father. It’s not about – don’t worry about me, don’t think about anyone else. You don’t have to feel guilty.”

“But I do. I feel guilty about everything, I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t understand him at all, because… Because I’m whiny, you see. I cut my finger with a knife and I call him to complain. I come down with the flu and the phone bill for the month skyrockets. I even had a defective insulin pen that had expired or something last month and ended up in the E.R. for the whole day and he had a night shift and I purposefully inconvenienced him so he would come and stay by my side through the pain knowing Irons would grill him for leaving. Point is I… I just lay it all down on him — and the fact that he has not only hidden this from me but thought me too weak to share his suffering and depend on that he resorted to this is… It just fucks me up.” Vera looked down at Marvin’s grave helplessly, the droplets of rain on her face coupled with her reddened eyes made it look like she was silently crying. “Yeah, it is a blessing to not have seen him turn into a monster – but it’s such a fucked up gratitude in the first place. To be loved so much to be given that privilege, and what kind of privilege is that in a shithole like this? He’s dead. He died with no one by his side, terrified, he thought he had to die first just to give me that.”

“I don’t think that’s all there is to it,” Leon blurted out, in a desperate shot to say something of impact. He felt obligated to share the speculation to put a brake on Vera’s spiraling thoughts, couldn’t just stand here and do nothing, all helpless and limbs heavy, as though shackled by invisible chains, rendering his attempts to salvage the situation slow and clumsy, futile, like desperately swimming against a relentless current that only pushed him further back, away from Vera. “It’s not about you being weak or undependable. He wouldn’t have ended it like this if he thought you weren’t strong enough to keep going. This is him saying he trusts in your strength and perseverance. He knows you can get through this. He believes in you.”

“Huh?”

“That’s why he was able to do this for himself, too, in a way, it goes both ways — doing this for you and for him, he saw that he could let himself go because you’d be alright even without him. He wanted to preserve his dignity. Go with grace while he could.” Taking a couple steps forward to stand by her side instead of staying in the respectable distance he thought was necessary, Leon also crossed the invisible boundary in his head. “And it was a win-win for him in the end, as messed up as it is.” He met her clouded stare, eyes thinning in empathy. “I’m aware it won’t make you feel any better, but perhaps somehow lighter. Eventually, maybe. One day.”

“Wow. That’s… the most messed up thing ever.” Her caught-off laugh and awkward head-scratch got his spine straightening in concern. “Kindest way to say it’s not about you I’ve ever heard.”

Leon was sure he went pale within seconds, and it had nothing to do with the air conditions. He leaned back, shifting on his feet. “Hey, I would never say something like that to you.”

“No. No, you wouldn’t.” Vera's voice quivered with bitterness and resignation, her attempt at a smile falling short of genuine. Her words pierced through Leon's hopes, challenging his desire to provide some sort of support, unable to help but question whether she was truly being honest or merely putting up a facade to spare his feelings, her tendency to deflect only adding to his unease.

Lost in his own thoughts, Leon found himself staring at Vera, searching for any sign of discomfort or underlying emotions. It took the gentle nudge of her fist against his chest to snap him out of his reverie. His attention refocused on her, his eyes meeting hers in a silent exchange.

"I’m thinking if it was you, you’d find a way to be the better person even in pain like this. But here I am—" Vera's voice trailed off, her words heavy with self-doubt and a tinge of regret.

Leon shook his head, dismissing the praise that felt undeserved. "You're giving me too much credit," he interjected, his voice tinged with a mix of humility and discomfort. "And being different from each other in grieving shouldn't be an object of comparison, anyway."

Vera arched an eyebrow in sarcastic contemplation, her gaze locked with his. "Why not? I feel like I'm not doing it right."

A sigh escaped Leon's lips as he struggled to find the right words. "I don't think there's a definitive correct way of feeling emotions. It's a deeply personal journey, and we all navigate it differently."

“I wish there was. And I wish someone would tell me what to do just this once. Guide me through it so I wouldn’t fuck up even worse than I already am.”

With urgency and a heart that sank impossibly deep into his stomach, Leon couldn’t stop himself from asking to enact the first instinct that took a hold of his body, “I could give you a hug for a start?”

And he received a lonesome, “No,” as an answer, a bit sheepish and taken aback, the sincere vulnerability stung his conscience. “I feel like I’ll just crumble if I’m held right now. And that’s not what any of us needs.”

“Okay…” he trailed off, restless, he would have rather gone through this alone than to see that expression on her face. “But if you ever—”

“I know, Leon.” She nodded. “Thank you.”

Leon realized what he thought was her needing a good hug right now was really just his wish. He wanted to hold her so badly to ease her pain in any way he could that it was overwhelming, a restlessness stirring within him at the realization of his desire to offer a hug stemming from his own longing, his own need to feel connected amidst the chaos. It wasn't solely for her benefit.

The response he’d gotten in return had hurt him worse – she should have been allowed to crumble, to have that, in the very least; it was her basic right, no shame or harm in it. He wasn’t even able to give that to her, but understood that she needed to navigate her grief in her own way, and none of it diminished the sorrow that was enveloping him, he just yearned to be there for her, to offer support in any way possible.

But she had just told him what she needed. That was his cue.

Leon held Vera's gaze, his expression serious and determined. "If what you need, like you just said, is someone to tell you what to do for now—" he began, his voice steady and reassuring.

"Just keep going," he continued, unable to hold back from placing a reassuring hand on the corner of the shoulder of her good arm – from reaching for her. Maybe it was for himself, but he’d gravitated to reducing the distance, anxious about the feeling in him akin to ships in the night drifting away. "Don't think too much. Not now, anyway. Keep your head here with me, here with us. And we'll figure everything out together once we're safe and sound, okay? It's not ideal, but you have to."

Vera nodded; her glistening eyes fixed on Leon's face. "Yeah. Yeah, okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Stay with me, alright? I need you to trust me in this and soldier on. Until the end of the line, at least," he added, his grip on her shoulder tightening just slightly and sliding to her arm for more comfort.

"I do trust you," she replied, her voice gaining strength. "You're right. Don't think. Thinking slows you down. Slow gets you killed. Yeah... His saying."

"Exactly," Leon said, a small, gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "That's exactly what you — we have to do. Gotta keep moving. For his sake."

"For Marvin," she echoed, voice catching slightly.

He held out his hand, again, another attempt, an urge to connect with her. "You with me?"

Vera nodded and placed her hand in his, the coldness making goosebumps erupt along his forearm. "Yeah. Together?"

"Together," Leon affirmed.

"Alright," Vera said, taking a deep breath, a sense of determination in there that he liked. "I think it's time we check in with Claire."

Here it is.

He knew she wasn’t ready to go. Because who could ever be? Even Leon, scorned by the relationship with his parents, had been endlessly devastated against his will after their loss despite claiming not in his better dreams that he could ever mourn them, and his life. And yet, the first time facing their graves, he’d been an abandoned dog at the door of his abandoned home, standing there for the longest time until his guardian had to take him away. It struck a personal cord in him to witness Vera going through a different version of the same thing, this kind of emotional exhaustion and the ripping of his heartstrings was a first in his life.

It was as Leon S. Kennedy that he wanted to take care of her through it, not as a police officer responsible for helping a civilian in a state of emergency. They were way past that relationship now.

"Let's go inside," Leon said, encouraging and soft, gesturing towards the building.

Vera hesitated, looking back at Marvin's grave. "I'll be back, dad," she said, bone-tired yet promising. "In a flash, okay? Try not to enjoy my absence too much."

I can’t afford to fail anymore, Leon thought, leading the way and pulling her along, feeling the cold of Vera’s hand warm up by his, hardened eyes not visible to her, I can’t let anyone down more than this.

The rain was somehow a blanket over reality, but you really couldn’t ignore the perfume of death upon entering the hall. The stagnant air was tinged with a putrid stench, a sickening mixture of decay and rot that permeated the abandoned police station. It clung to his nostrils, an inescapable reminder of the horrors that had befallen the once bustling hub of law and order, and it was somehow worse than seeing the body bags littering the garden outside. The more he stopped to breathe instead of pushing forward, the more the surrounding tragedy had the opportunity to seep into his every pore.

The last Leon had time to stop and breathe in this hall was when they’d found Marvin’s corpse. After that, it had been non stop running and hiding, chaotic shooting to stop the unstoppable nine feet tall giant bearing down on them wherever they went, and the gut-churning anxiety was just beneath his skin even though he’d seen that thing torn in half — the terror of being chased into oblivion echoed back to Leon from the walls witnessing Claire’s and his frenzied laps all around the station to shake him off.

That climbing fear of even hearing the booming footsteps of the man in the fedora and the overcoat approaching took over when he and Vera stopped to scourge the hall and put a halt on their momentum to talk to Claire. Shadows loomed large in his eyes, stretching and contorting as if alive and taking Mr. X’s shape, making every corner a potential hiding place for him and the zombies he let into the hall by breaking walls in his rampage. Darkened alcoves and doorways became pockets of uncertainty, concealing the lurking horrors that may pounce at any moment.

“So it was the sewers after all,” Claire informed them, shuddering audibly. “The smell wasn’t lying.”

Leon and Vera grimaced in unison, sharing a glance, she was sitting on the couch previously occupied by Marvin, elbows on knees, her backpack at her feet. In her hands was a custom silver Beretta left behind by him they’d only noticed was there after coming back to the hall. She hadn’t let go of it once upon finding it, turning the gun around and examining it in something stuck between a discerning, artistic eye, and melancholy. It was what he’d shot himself with. Leon couldn’t imagine the flurry of feelings she must be going through having that in her possession, but as of now, all of that had faded away into concern and disgust Leon was sharing.

Sewers. Holy shit. Literally.

“I didn’t really understand before I found a map for good, because let me tell you guys, this place is a fucking cave system. I don’t know how the whole city isn’t collapsing in on itself from how much they’ve dug underneath it and I don’t know why they felt the need to make it, like… intricately big either. Not exaggerating.”

“Fucking Christ Claire,” Vera waved at Leon to come closer so he could extend her the radio, and he obeyed. “I sure hope you didn’t roll around in anything questionable.”

A sharp puff of air left his nose at her remark, knowing it was her way of coping with the stress and danger of the situation — her own way of asking Claire if she was okay. He had received plenty of that by now to recognize the pattern.

“Well, don’t expect me to come out smelling like roses after this.”

Vera leaned into the walkie-talkie, a wrinkle in her brow. “No—Claire. Even with a tiny open scratch, you can become septic real quick if that shit gets into your bloodstream!”

“Ba-dum-tss,” Claire said, slightly unimpressed.

“I’m not joking.”

“Yeah, sorry.” The answer was a bit higher in pitch and apologetic, but still lighthearted. Perhaps Claire had expected quipping back and forth with the girl like how they’ve been so far, but Vera was really not in the mood (for obvious reasons), letting it go by setting a boundary in one sentence without making Claire feel bad about it. “I’m taking care of myself. Don’t worry. But again, get ready for me to reek like a Ninja Turtle when we meet up.”

Leon didn’t want to pester and pressure her into panic, but he had to ask. “Anything about Sherry? Her mother?”

“Unfortunately, still looking.” She sounded worried beyond being troubled. “There are things here other than just zombies, weird creatures — that skinless thing’s kind, but different.” Her sentence was over, but at the last minute, she added, “Not sentient like Mr. X, by the way. I was barely able to look around for good because of them. And I can’t help but worry, what if she jumped into sewage waterways to get away?—”

“Hey, Sherry is a smart girl, not a clueless child,” Leon interrupted. “She managed to make it all the way to that underground system on her own, remember? Unharmed.”

“But not with a monster chasing her — and… I can’t believe I’m saying this but she called it her father, you guys.”

The reveal fell between them like a flashbang, freezing the two in stunned silence.

Amidst the distant sounds of occasional groans and footsteps, the eerie silence hung in the air, unnaturally still, amplifying the snapping moment of the tension, as if the very building itself held its breath.

Vera’s entire spine straightened, sitting upright as if she’d swallowed a rod and looking like that too, not even questioning if she heard it right, like Leon was. “Oh what the fuck.”

“That thing was a man and it was Sherry’s father.” Claire’s static-crackling voice stumbled on her words, a hypothesis she was trying to make work. “The more I think about it the more it makes sense. Sherry’s mother, Annette, she… William, she said. About the creature responsible for making the elevator fall and rampaging. The reason for the misplaced interest in the ‘creature’ — all those weird questions she asked me is because it’s her husband.”

Leon was feeling more and more like he was hit by a vehicle on the road, getting up disoriented and not knowing what happened to him. “That means we just ran away because he simply looked like a monster.”

And thought he naturally would harm them.

“I fought back because he tried to fucking kill me,” Vera shot back, eyes darting everywhere, defensive yet hesitant, emphasizing with a jerk of her hand that held the Beretta. “But,” her voice got small. “But he did say something that lowered my ground enough that he almost got me. He said help me. He clearly said help me.”

“Good god,” Leon groaned, throwing his head back and staring up, despair creeping in. All that realization had accomplished was throwing at his face question after question.

What could have possibly turned the man into that?

If he was himself in there, just a father seeking his daughter, were others they’d come across like this too? They knew nothing about this outbreak, he was actively trying not to think about it and all the types of monsters they’d come across so far — how weird it was that it wasn’t just zombies, and now the absolute worst nightmare they had been ignoring so far for the sake of their sanity was closing in: humanity of these things — that calling them things simply because they were of unknown origin felt … wrong. “I’m getting a headache.”

Could Sherry’s father have been on their side all along? Or was Leon being way too hard to see some semblance of light in this hell?

“I feel like Sherry’s mother knows something about this,” Claire continued. “She was so professional, so about damage control. I can’t shake the feeling off.”

Leon didn’t want to assume the worst. Not anymore, at least. This entire thing had flipped his stomach upside down. “What could she possibly know? She could have been tracking her husband after whatever the hell it is that happened to him, that’s personally motivated. I think all of us can understand her what she’s going through—”

His jaw hung open in the shape of the last word coming out of his mouth when Vera cut him off, quite sharply, too. “We are getting ahead of ourselves here. Let’s focus on Sherry for a minute instead of exchanging theories about her family. It’s the kid who’s in danger, regardless of her father’s hypothetical intentions.”

“Alright.” This was the first time Leon had seen her express genuine anger since the revelation about Marvin’s turning, and it was for the sake of another person, a child. And she wasn’t wrong in wanting to progress. He accommodated to keep up with her pace, somewhat pleasantly surprised that Vera was focused and in the moment. “Can we assume all of this means the father wouldn’t harm her?”

Her forehead wrinkled in tension and her lips pulled sideways in a disapproving frown. A click of her tongue had preceded her sentence. “We can’t assume anything. For all we know, he’s been completely turned like all those undeads and creatures, but is going after Sherry because there’s an attachment there and it’s acting as an instinct—”

Leon couldn’t stop the nagging in his head from spilling. His words overflowed with urgency, gestures emphasizing enthusiasm and desire to be heard. “But what if, Vera, I can’t— We can’t just shut our hearts off to it! Maybe he isn’t chasing Sherry, but just trying to get to her… Maybe he attacked us because it looked like she was being abducted? We were strangers and he is her dad. And—And he could have appeared back there and killed Mr. X to keep Sherry safe.”

Vera had blatant distaste plastered on her face and Leon knew this was just going back to square one, but what if they could help him? Help this whole family?

Claire’s voice buzzed from the radio at that point, a bit depressed yet curt and decisive. “It’s not about that.”

He froze. “That’s… you sound certain.”

“I guess it’s right here that I tell you about something called the G-Virus.” Vera took her forehead in one hand and let out a dejected sound as Leon was fully alert to Claire’s explanation. “Remember when Irons mentioned it?”

Leon said, “The what now?” but the way Vera was acting had him squinting his eyes at her, even though she was looking down at Marvin’s gun, expression hidden.

G. This was the third time he was hearing about it, each time with increasing suspicion of what importance it could be holding. Hell, Irons was paid to protect the production of this G thing by the sender of the emails — he was ordered to get rid of his own subordinates, he wasn’t misremembering this.

“I found a report here in an office Annette disappeared into. Report on some kind of experiment.” As Claire went on, Leon bent down to search Vera’s bags for the files he had taken from Irons’ office under her shocked gaze. “It… It explains what Sherry’s father is. And some of the creatures I’ve seen here. As well as what he might want with her.”

Everything beyond the experiment part of the sentence flew right over his head the moment he heard it.

Experiment. Experiment? The disease swallowing up this whole city, discriminating fully against the innocents, was made? It wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t some apocalyptic event — it was created intentionally?

Leon's voice quivered, barely suppressed shock and anger bubbling in his skin like blisters, and he didn’t realize the hand he was holding the radio was shaking as well while he kept going through the bag in jerky movements. "So this outbreak, this chaos, all the death and suffering... it was all a result of a goddamn experiment?"

Claire sighed. "I can't say for certain about the outbreak itself, but this report, it's mind-boggling. Let me just read you a portion of it—you’ll know then."

Leon was growing more urgent. "Go ahead, Claire."

Half of the contents of those exchanges had slipped his mind, and he had to make sure if he was remembering right.

“The G-Virus clinical trial will be entering its final phase very soon. Before ‘G’— the new creature that will surpass humans — is born, allow me to predict a few things about its biology and biological functions—”

“New creature that will surpass humans,” Leon repeated incredulously, now holding the copy of emails he was looking for.

Vera reached for the papers. “What is that?”

“See for yourself,” he handed it to her, looking up from his crouched position, monitoring her closed-off expression quite closely while also following the lines she read he’d gone through already.

Police Chief Irons,

As thanks for your unwavering support, I have deposited a small sum into your account, to use as you see fit. I hope I can count on you to maintain surveillance over your subordinates, especially the ones who survived that mansion. Get rid of them if you must.

W. B.

His gut was telling him something.

W.B.

Who was this?

As Claire continued reading, the words painted a disturbing picture. "About Intelligence," she went on, her voice tinged with concern and dread. "The subject's intelligence will begin to drop immediately, with their linguistic abilities disappearing within a matter of days. Finally, they will lose their capacity to reason and their humanity. G will be a creature of pure instinct, driven only by a need to survive and reproduce."

Subject. Intelligence deteriorating. Loss of humanity.

Police Chief Irons,

I ran into some trouble with HQ. The suits want to take the fruit of my research away. But don't worry, this will all blow over soon. You just keep doing what I tell you to and everything will be all right.

W. B.

This was unreal.

Who could do this to someone, call them subject — such dehumanization that was bordering on the violation of human rights.

He couldn’t wrap his head around any of it.

Inside, Leon felt his own mental state teetering on the edge of a breakdown., barely finding it in him to stop Claire and ask a million questions he knew she had no answers for, yet Vera was only tight-lipped, face slightly pale, a simple crease between her eyebrows as she scanned the mail exchange — handling everything a lot better than he was.

Police Chief Irons,

You are to up the security around my lab. Your muscleheads are to shoot any suspicious person on sight. Doesn't matter if they kill them, or even if they're employees. I'm so close to completing G, and no asshole is going to get in my way.

W. B.

Claire continued to divulge the disturbing details, the implications of their discoveries growing even more unsettling. "Physical abilities say... Due to its unusually accelerated cell division—evolution—it will be highly adaptable to any environment," she explained. "Furthermore, with its amazing ability to repair itself through regeneration, it will be extremely difficult to completely kill it with any conventional small firepower."

Leon's mind raced as he connected the dots. Sherry's father, William, had displayed the same remarkable resilience. Despite Vera's relentless barrage of bullets, he had refused to be taken down. It seemed that William and the relentless Mr. X shared a common trait—they were both seemingly indestructible forces.

Were they part of the same experiment, different subjects of the same twisted research? It appeared that this was the true nature of their enemy, the reason behind everything they had faced so far. But what about the zombies? What role did they play in this web of experiments? Were they yet another gruesome creation?

Lost in his thoughts, Leon found himself needing to ground his racing mind. He placed his hand on the ground and slowly rotated his body, settling into a seated position with his back against the couch, his body shivering from a mixture of cold and emotional turmoil. Pulling his knees towards his chest, he rested his elbows on them, his freezing fingers flexing. The surreal nature of their discoveries was starting to overwhelm him, and a numbness began to seep into his being.

A brief moment of silence caused by nobody knowing what to say passed, which Claire had to interrupt. “You guys are awfully reactionless.”

Leon's eyebrows furrowed, his focus shifting entirely to Vera as he sensed her inner struggle. He took a deep breath through his nose, trying to maintain his composure while searching for any signs of vulnerability in her forced blankness. He couldn't ignore the tight grip she had on the paper or the intensity in her gaze.

Police Chief Irons,

Get your shit together and do your fucking job! I TOLD YOU I need more security in the sewers! Don't you know how critical of a time this is for me!? As for the money, I can pay you whatever once I take over, but not before. Why don't you get that!? Never forget how expendable you are.

W. B.

“Oh I’m reacting, alright.” Leon took a huge breath through his nose, nostrils flaring, trying to wash away the sudden surge of exhaustion. “Having a hard time processing is all.”

Vera nodded silently, her distant pensiveness apparent. She carefully passed the emails back to him, and he couldn't help but give her a confused look, curious about her reaction to what she had just read. "It's all a bit hard to make sense of," she finally spoke, her words devoid of any commentary on the contents of the emails, but Leon understood her restraint. It wasn't the right moment to delve into the details when Claire was providing them with crucial information. There were more pressing matters at hand.

Claire's voice held a touch of irony as she responded, on the verge of laughter. "You're telling me that after everything we've seen?"

“I don’t know.” Leon watched as she fumbled with her words. “Everything’s bizarre at this point.”

His concern deepened. He could sense there was something more, something weighing heavily on her mind, but couldn’t really ask.

“Then you’re about to short-circuit because of what I’m about to tell you—” Claire's voice took on a more serious tone, dripping with worry. "This is the most concerning thing I've come across in the report, and it's directly related to Sherry. It's why I felt compelled to share this with you in the first place."

Leon's posture straightened instinctively, one leg stretching forward as he leaned in, his hand propping up the radio against his mouth. "We're listening," he said, his voice steady but filled with scared apprehension.

“Here goes,” Claire began. “G's most remarkable feature will be its intense desire to reproduce. It will instinctively search out humans with DNA that closest matches its own and implant an embryo in them. But the chances of success are very low and if the DNA is not a close enough of a match, an underdeveloped G creature will be produced instead.” A couple heartbeats passed before she gave them the most important and relevant point to this report. “I suppose the only ones who might be a close enough of a match would be any biological children of the subject, though…”

A sickening feeling gripped Leon's stomach, his hopeful vision of helping just one more family out of this hell-pit contorting into one of unsalvageable despair, he ran a hand down his face in defeat. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Please tell me by reproduction and embryo you don’t mean the usual way.” Vera sucked her teeth and leaned down, starting to rearrange the contents of her bag, closing the zippers. “For fuck’s sake this is the only instance I want it to go the Alien movie route or something, just not—“

Claire also didn’t want to think about any of that, it being obvious from how she cut into Vera’s train of thought. “I have absolutely no idea what any of this means. I’m just telling you it matches and I don’t think Sherry is safe from him.”

“W.B. is William Birkin,” Vera blurted, all of a sudden, a random bursting rather than an exclamation of horrified dawning, she met Leon’s petrified look with a regretful grimace of all things that did not fit the mood at all. “Sherry’s father is the creator of this G-Virus. Of course she isn’t safe from him. Shit, he fell victim to his own creation.”

Leon just stared up at her, rendered speechless, the scattered clues he was sensing were there lining up by a new order that made sinisterly more sense. What once was proof against Irons was now contextualized by a new layer of horror.

Vera didn’t know just what she had done to him with that — what she had given him.

Up until now, he was pushing his exponentially growing frustration at the end of his priority list, the relentless ache within his chest, a yearning for answers that seemed forever out of reach. The longer this nightmarish world failed to take him down with it and kept throwing tragedy after tragedy at his face, the more he longed for someone or something to hold accountable — for a utopian justice in the horizon where there was a definitive bad guy in all of this. He craved a tangible target for his pain, a face or a name to direct his anger towards.

But in the midst of the mayhem and suffering, Leon found no such outlet for his emotions. There was no specific person to blame, no entity to bear the burden of his wrath. It was a maddening sense of helplessness that gnawed at his soul that had only pushed him to just keep going. Keep going and focus on protecting everyone – which he had colossally failed at.

The aftermath of Marvin's tragic end and Vera's profound grief had left an indelible mark on his soul, and for their sake alone, he coveted an epicenter to project his sorrow onto, a focal point for his thirst for justice — he wanted to inflict the same pain upon another of a young girl burying her own father. The shattered fragments of a broken family, the disintegration of love and trust — it all demanded retribution, someone had to answer for this, right? But the cruel reality was that there was no one to condemn, no one responsible to direct his anger towards. The vast unknown loomed before him, shrouded in darkness and secrecy.

The frustration burned deep within Leon, fueling a self-loathing that threatened to consume him, berating him for his lack of knowledge, for his inability to make sense of the senseless, for not being able to do anything about it. The weight of his ignorance crushed him, leaving him feeling utterly useless in the face of the horrors that surrounded him. He yearned to be of help, to find solutions and bring justice to the darkness that plagued their lives. But without the knowledge, without the answers, he felt lost and powerless.

What Vera had done just now, was pointing at something — someone, and telling him this is it. A face. A gravitational point in the middle of directionless chaos.

And it was a dangerous thing to do, even if she was theorizing. Because Leon would take it and run with it, run after it, when his goal was to get as many people as he could out of this city.

It was Claire’s crackling voice that shook him off from his daze. “What? What are you talking about? What do you mean it was William?”

“I’ve heard enough.” Leon stood up, signaling Vera to follow him, that he was point and she was his six, making for the stairs on the right, the route in mind being the Chief’s office and the parking garage. “Claire, move out. We’ll meet you in the sewers.”

“How will you—”

“We’ll figure something out. You focus on protecting yourself and finding Sherry, okay?” I told you I need more security in the sewers, was what the mail read. Whether W.B. was William Birkin or not, a good chunk of paid-off officers were patrolling the area, something valuable was being protected. “And be careful. The sewers aren't as insignificant as we thought. Irons was taking bribes to guard that place because this W.B. person was working on that G-Virus of yours in there. I think that’s the reason why it’s crawling with the monsters you’re talking about.”

“W.B. as in William Birkin?” Claire wasn’t letting it go, and it put a scowl on Leon’s face. “You’re saying Sherry’s father is responsible for this mess?”

“That’s what the evidence suggests.” Vera stepped beside him to talk closer to the radio as they entered the waiting room. “How else can there be a singular, different entity out there that’s just the odd one out and unexplainable? Randomly appearing? William was the creator and he somehow came into contact with the virus and became that—”

Leon was about to creak open the door leading to the east hallway, but he halted, turning around. She wasn’t reaching. He knew she wasn’t. But everything in him wanted to reject it for his own sanity instead of jumping headfirst into it, he just couldn’t do this without definitive proof of it first, or it would remain eating him up from the inside slowly. “Bit of a stretch, don’t you think? We saw the lickers, the dogs—”

“The dogs?”

“The dogs. Mr. X.” Opening the door, he checked the perimeter, pointing his flashlight and simultaneously Matilda at both directions in the hallway. “Not necessarily a pattern, is it? William could very well be another—”

“William and Annette are scientists.” Vera jogged to be next to him again, and extended her hand as if she was pointing at something obvious between them, matching Leon’s walking pace as he marched towards the now opened shutter that previously separated Irons’ safe area from the rest of the station. “They are virologists.”

“Oh.” God damnit. “Could be a coincidence.”

“Why are you so adamant on rejecting it?”

Claire trailed in. “You guys—”

“Why are you so insistent on it?”

“Because the dots connect themselves, Leon—”

“No, you connected them.”

“Because it was right there.” Vera was taking this quite personally, a spark of paranoia in there that Leon didn’t get why it was there, following him into Irons’ office fervently and leaving the door wide open behind her. “Why are you being suspicious?”

This was unsettling him, leaving him with a nagging sense of unease. What was it about this connection that she felt so strongly about? It was a dangerous path to tread, one that could consume him with unjustified suspicion and mistrust if he allowed it.

Claire tried again, her static-delivered voice hesitant and uncomfortable. “Helloooooo—”

“Why do you think? What am I — what are we supposed to do with this information?” Instead of circling around her, Leon reached forward to put his palm on the door and shut it, he hadn’t meant that to be an intimidating move that half-caged her against the door, only noticing it when her eyes grew wide, and immediately backed off the moment he noticed it was as if he’d just walked right into her face in a confrontational manner. “If I even remotely consider this, I won’t be able to leave it alone. I will want to get to the bottom of it. And it’s not exactly the right time for detective work to expose evil — we don’t even have concrete proof in the first place. So, let’s not do this right now, yeah, Vera? Let’s just save Sherry and get the hell out of this city.”

Her body, once poised and confident, seemed to instinctively tighten, a subtle tensing of her muscles that betrayed the impact of his words. Her gaze, once steady and unwavering, momentarily averted, darting back to meet his, shoulders drawing slightly inward, as if seeking shelter within herself, and a flush had settled on her cheeks, coloring her complexion with embarrassment.

Leon felt like he got punched in the stomach.

What the hell are you doing? She’s just trying to help — and after Marvin too, you asshole, you fucking dick.

“I’m sorry.” He raised his hands in an apologetic manner, eyebrows lowering softly along with his tone. “I’m sorry. I got heated up—”

Vera cleared her throat, looking away, and then looking back at him again. “No, it’s fine.”

“It’s not, I’m—”

“No, you’re right, Leon.” Vera offered a small nod, her features softening as she refused his words, genuinely in the opinion she’s sharing and not one touch of sarcasm in there. “If anything, I’m the problem for going all conspiracy theorist on this. What are we, some ragtag team of neighborhood superheroes or something? I didn’t even mean to suggest an investigation in the middle of all this, but now that you say it, I should have kept to myself instead of running my mouth. It’s just making everyone paranoid.”

She was looking for someone to blame just like he was — more than he was.

And it was in Vera’s job description to tie loose threads, of course she was big on speculating and taking ideas to places, brainstorming until she got where she needed to be. Leon had taken this way personally than it needed to be, so unprofessionally at that.

The internal turmoil had his heart aching. “There’s no—”

“Are you done quarreling? I would like to leave,” Claire said finally, taking the opportunity to wrap this up.

“Oh…” He was even more embarrassed at her disappointed teacher tone, if it was possible. “Yeah, Claire, sorry about that…”

Thankfully, she didn’t continue commenting on the argument, possibly in favor of not wasting any more time. “Stay safe, you two.”

“Will do.”

Her disconnection from the line left Vera and Leon standing awkwardly in silence.

She was the one to salvage the situation, starting to walk backwards, footsteps muffled on the thick oriental rug, she gestured with her head while adjusting her backpack. “We should be on our way as well.”

Leon internally sighed with relief. “Yeah.”

“Let’s hope Claire finds Sherry before we get there because it might take a while.”

God, Leon hoped so as well. This was merely a child they were talking about.

The thing about dissociation was you didn’t know you were doing it — and the entire way to the Chief’s personalized elevator, Leon was out of it, his body taking control and his mind succumbing into thoughts of everything he couldn’t quite process while Claire was dumping it down on them.

The image of Sherry, a defenseless child pursued by a hulking mutant, once her father, seared into his mind, the intention of transforming her into an abomination purely with distorted instinct and regressed reason was unfathomable.

Leon didn’t know what to be horrified about, who to mourn for, the emotional labor alone was soul-sucking. Was William aware of what he was doing, that he was deteriorating, was he in there still?

(Help me, he’d apparently said. Help me. Leon didn’t know how. He had no idea what to do.)

And he, in a twisted way, saw how this was a warped parallel of Marvin and Vera. This was what would have happened if the lieutenant hadn’t done what he did. This was what he was desperate to avoid.

What Leon couldn’t imagine Vera going through was happening to Sherry right now.

Failure was not an option, not when a young life hung in the balance. Leon couldn’t live with himself if he wasn’t able to save this little child in the end. He had to at least be able to do this.

He had to.

It was Vera's revelation about the colossal sinkhole dominating the city center that jolted Leon back to the present.

Apparently, an ongoing construction project had turned the once bustling urban landscape into a labyrinth of exposed pipes and canals, resembling roads leading directly into the depths of the sewers. It seemed like a suspicious stroke of luck, considering Leon had resigned himself to descending into the unknown depths of a repugnant manhole.

Right as she’d begun to share her plan with him, something had gnawed at Leon's mind — Vera's unnaturally extensive knowledge of navigating the labyrinthine sewer systems. It was as if she had ventured through those ‘secret’ passageways before.

Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, he mustered the question that had been festering within him. "How do you know all this?"

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, a fleeting glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Well, I am a private investigator," she admitted, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. "But the less enigmatic answer is that I've spent my entire life here, learning the city's secrets. It's a skill to find the best hiding spots when you want to evade prying eyes."

Leon's mind raced, trying to make sense of the puzzle pieces that were gradually falling into place. Vera's explanation didn't quite add up. The email exchange he had intercepted mentioned W.B. hiding something in the sewers, possibly the elusive G-Virus, with Irons serving as his protector and ordering his men to shoot intruders on sight. It begged the question: How could Vera choose such a guarded and patrolled location as a meeting spot or hiding place?

Furthermore, if Vera was truly familiar with the city's secrets, did she know about the police presence in the sewers? It was highly unlikely that she could have avoided the knowledge, given the tight security. Had she dismissed it as an unknown motive of Irons, or did she possess information about W.B. and the G-Virus?

Was that… Was that why she could confidently say W.B. was William Birkin?

Leon's skepticism lingered, far from satisfied with her seemingly straightforward response. "And just what have you been up to?" he probed, a note of suspicion creeping into his voice.

For a fleeting moment, a ghost of her lighthearted nature resurfaced, though now tinged with weariness — unaware of what Leon was stuck on. She avoided his gaze, the elevator ride serving as a temporary shield from his inquisitive eyes. Her words carried a teasing undertone, albeit subdued and fatigued. "Nothing you can prove, officer," she said, leaving a trail of curiosity in her wake as she stepped out of the elevator before him.

Once they climbed the stairs up to the garage and the barred automatic doors were in sight, Vera took him from the elbow and whispered, “Leon, hey,” her eyes darting at everywhere but him as if she were trying to solve a problem. “Stop for a moment.”

He was immediately in alert mode, alarmed that he wasn’t perceiving what she obviously did. “What? Is everything alright?”

“Something’s different here.”

“Different how?”

“Something changed.”

Leon tilted his head, turning around to understand what she meant, Matilda readied in his hand.

Rain was still pouring relentlessly, forming a shimmering sheet of water on the concrete floor, the steady hum of flickering fluorescent lights provided the only respite from the engulfing darkness. Everything looked all the more uncanny now that Vera had said it like that.

Rows of cars stood as abandoned guardians of some sort, windows smeared with grime and neglect, some bore evidence of violent encounters, shattered glass and dented metal, reminders of the desperate struggles that had taken place within these confines, and others simply sat in solemn stillness, owners long gone, leaving only remnants of their former lives behind. Patches of darkness lurked between the vehicles, casting ominous shadows that danced and distorted as the feeble lights flickered, the spaces feeling confined, suffocating almost, the metallic scent of gasoline lingering in the air, mixing with the mustiness of forgotten corners, creating an unsettling combination that prickled his senses.

He found what was fundamentally wrong almost immediately after a brief scanning of the surroundings. It was right in their faces.

Up ahead, a once inaccessible door was now illuminated by a vivid green sign that pierced through the muted surroundings. "That door's been breached," he declared, gesturing towards it with the barrel of Matilda at the ready.

“That goes to the jail area.”

“Jail?”

“Yeah. Looks like someone’s visiting.”

As if on cue, the air filled with the sound of approaching footsteps — swift, yet faint, their rhythm too delicate to belong to a human. The clicky cadence of nails striking against concrete hinted at more than one set of feet, their presence accompanied by a low, ominous growling.

Leon's heart skipped a beat; he knew exactly what lurked in the shadows. He and Claire had faced these on their way to the orphanage, right after securing the keycard from Irons' office.

A zombified dog.

However, Vera remained oblivious to what awaited. Unaware of the imminent danger, she uttered a single word, her voice raising a couple pitches up with astonishment and a strange, almost endearing familiarity. "Zeytin?"

Oh, no.

Vera could only tell this was Zeytin from the spiky black collar she’d specifically bought for him, but at the same time, was having a hard time registering just how wrong the dog she knew from his puppy days looked.

Zeytin’s once-sleek coat now clung to his bony frame in ragged tatters, like ghostly remnants of his former glory. The patches of fur that remained were discolored and matted, caked with dirt and dried blood, blending seamlessly with exposed flesh, bones protruding through patches of torn tissue, their stained white hue serving as a stark contrast to the surrounding decay. His eyes were milky and glazed over, unseeing, yet focused at the same time, on them, growling just as he did when perceiving an enemy, but was wounded somehow — every movement it made was a twisted display of both agony and determination, he was limping with each stride, as if the very act of movement were a painful ordeal.

Rationally, Vera knew that Zeytin was long gone, just like her father. She’d hoped he was safe from all this since it was just people that came back from the dead, yet, here she was being proven false again.

But the vulnerable part of her, the child who had lost her entire family, yearned for a familiar connection she could find rest in. It was this desperate longing that made Vera see beyond the grotesque sight before her. She saw the playful puppy she had named all those years ago when he was fostered under Marvin for obedience training. She saw the best boy she used to visit at the station after school, disregarding the regulations that meant nothing to her. She saw her oldest and most loyal friend, the one she had planned to adopt after his retirement in a few months.

However, Leon's outstretched arm halted Vera's longing to approach and comfort her beloved companion. His voice carried a sense of urgency and concern as he intervened, “Vera, don’t,” — pointing his gun at Zeytin, her dog in spirit if not in body and name.

Confusion and anguish filled her as she questioned Leon's actions, her heart pounding with fear and desperation. "What are you doing?" she pleaded, getting between the gun and Zeytin, her voice trembling with disbelief and a flicker of hope that her connection with him could somehow be salvaged.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Leon's exasperated groan filled the air as the Doberman lunged forward, its paws digging into the ground as it charged towards Vera's unsuspecting back. In a split second, Leon reacted, pushing her out of harm's way just as the dog collided with his chest, knocking him off balance. The impact sent Matilda skidding away, out of reach, while Vera stumbled sideways, her heart pounding with fear and adrenaline.

Zeytin, despite his wounded state, had moved with unexpected speed, his hunger driving him forward, and his sheer strength was making it a frantic struggle for Leon to keep the dog at bay, his hand firmly grasping its throat. Desperation filled his voice as he shouted, “Get off of me!”

Leon's outstretched hand blindly searched for Matilda, his life hanging in the balance. Zeytin's jaws were snapping dangerously close to his face, and Vera witnessed the desperate hunger in the dog's eyes — the same hunger she had faced countless times when confronted by ravenous zombies.

"Shoot it!" Leon's dreadful command pierced through her confusion. "Vera, shoot it!"

At that moment, Vera snapped out of her stunned state. But doubt and fear gripped her, rendering her immobile. This was a dog. This was Zeytin. "What? No!—" Her voice trailed off, what he wanted her to do overwhelming her.

The dog thrashed in Leon's grip, almost breaking free, its hind legs propelling it forward with renewed force. He was inches away from sinking his teeth into Leon's vulnerable flesh. "Shit! Come on!" Leon's urgent cry for help spurred her into action, instincts kicking in, shattering her paralysis.

Her trembling hands quickly grabbed the shovel hanging from her backpack, instinct making her unable to grab Marvin’s Samurai Edge for this. Vera’s eyes closed after locking onto where the dog was least erratic in movement, which was his torso area, and swung it forward to knock him off of Leon. The yelp Zeytin made upon being hit and the thick cracking pierced her right in the heart, and she heard him slide across the concrete, only opening her eyes right after when the only sounds following were Leon’s relieved breathing and him scrambling to get up.

Overwhelmed by guilt, Vera couldn't help but rush to Zeytin's motionless form, sinking to her knees beside him. The sight of her own dog lying there lifeless horrified her to the core. Her hands hovered above the spot where she had struck him, the words of apology tumbling from her lips in a desperate chant. "I'm sorry, oh, Zizi, I'm so sorry, buddy boy. Oh, god..."

Amidst her sorrow, she barely registered the clatter of Matilda as Leon retrieved it and the sound of his approaching footsteps. "Hold it down, it's not dead yet," he urged.

Leon's intention to shoot the dog mirrored Vera's apprehension. She looked up at him, choked with emotion. "We can just leave. Let's leave. We don't have to do this to him."

Vera could see the conflict in Leon's eyes, a mixture of hesitance and experience, revealing that he had encountered situations like this before. It dawned on her that Zeytin was not an isolated case, and the other dogs in the kennels had likely suffered the same fate. "I gotta shoot it, Vera," Leon finally spoke with sympathy and necessity.

Vera's arms shook as she weakly positioned the shovel's handle over Zeytin's neck, her grip unsteady, and right then, he started weakly whining and panting, head attempting to turn around, milky eyes right on her, and she panicked when she saw Leon aim his gun. “No, don’t!”

“What do you mean, no! Hold it steady—”

Zeytin was slowly regaining strength, and his crying and whining were as well, pulling on Vera’s abused heartstrings, making it impossible for her to follow through with the final blow. She couldn't bear the thought of causing him more pain. "You can't do it right now, just give me a moment!" she pleaded.

Leon's climbing frustration and mirrored panic echoed through the parking lot the more she didn’t let him do anything. “You can’t be serious!”

Vera's voice cracked, her cry resonating throughout the space. "He's my dog! He's Zeytin! I can't just..." Her words snuffed off, lost in a sea of grief and anguish.

"It's not your dog anymore!”

She knew it. Deep down, she knew. Zeytin was no longer the dog she once knew, and the guilt of not being able to do the right thing tore at her soul. If she couldn't bring herself to let go of Zeytin, how could she have faced the ultimate decision with her own father if she had been there with him?

Marvin had understood her and what would have happened better than anyone. He had seen her vulnerability, her compassion, and her weakness. It didn’t matter now that she was twice more unstable in not wanting to let Zeytin go after losing him, he knew his daughter.

And that’s how, despite the presence of two armed individuals, one restraining him and the other with a gun aimed at his head, Zeytin's feral instinct overpowered them all, the previously incapacitated dog suddenly breaking free from Vera’s hold and lunging directly at her neck, a chilling snarl emanating from his ravaged throat as both of them tumbled on the ground, Vera only being able to get a hold of him through his collar, the spikes making it hard to push him away.

With no warning whatsoever from Leon, a deafening gunshot reverberated through the garage, punctuating the air with a burst of violence, time seemed to freeze as the bullet found its mark simultaneously, piercing the dog's neck just inches away from Vera's desperate grasp on his collar, the impact causing the canine's body to convulse, blood splattering across Vera's face, mixing with her tears.

Zeytin collapsed on top of her, his lifeless form weighing heavily on her chest. The world around her faded into a haze as her senses dulled, overridden by the cacophony of her own ragged breaths coming in rapid, shallow gasps, the sound amplifying in her ears, drowning out any semblance of coherent thought.

The weight of her dog's lifeless body pressed down on her before sliding off on the ground beside her, a physical manifestation of the heaviness that settled within her. In that haunting stillness, her mind became a void, thoughts dissipating like mist, leaving only an overwhelming numbness, Vera's hand, still clutching the collar that once adorned her beloved companion, trembled uncontrollably, the warmth of Zeytin's blood mingling with her tears, staining her skin. She didn’t hear Leon’s terrified shock as he yelled: “Who the hell—”

And she also didn’t hear a third party ordering: “Stay sharp!” — Zeytin was stirring again, her heart picking up pace.

Another bullet lodged itself just beside the gash the previous shot had made on his throat, right after Leon said, “I’m sorry.” Vera didn’t know if she flinched from the loud bang, or from how the poor dog’s features were still twitching after that, completely foreign to her.

A hand was on her shoulder, the firmness and the warmth shocking her back to the moment. “Hey, you okay? Are you hurt?”

Leon was crouched by her, heavily concerned, and for whatever reason, her brain chose this moment to relay the information to her that someone else was there with them as well, her eyes zoning in on the shadowed silhouette instead of the blond beside her. “I’m good,” she murmured, propping herself up from the elbows and sitting up next, sorrow replacing disgust as she inspected them, her gaze finally falling on the creature that was no longer Zeytin.

Leon's voice cut through the air, harsh and edged with anger. "What were you thinking?" Vera's head shot up, momentarily dumbstruck by the accusation in his tone, but his words were directed at the figure ahead. Leon released his grip on her shoulder, stepping forward with purpose, his gestures sharp and commanding. "There was so much movement, you could have easily shot her instead of the dog. Her head was right there."

With a deliberate and unhurried pace, the woman in the cream colored trench coat emerged from the shadows, her short bob swaying with each confident step. Unfolding her badge, she revealed her identification, sophisticated voice laced with authority. "FBI.” The sunglasses hiding her eyes added to the air of mystery surrounding her, a tilt of her head conveying a silent message, as if raising an eyebrow. She hadn’t even needed to say, ‘I shoot a gun better than any of you can’ out loud as an explanation, the single word had conveyed all of that coupled with how cool she’d said it. “A thanks would have sufficed instead of a lecture on aiming."

Leon's voice softened, mingling with gratitude upon learning her identity. "Sorry. Thank you..." But before he could finish his sentence, the woman swiftly raised her gun again, firing a third shot that pierced through the dog's head just as it sprang back to life, causing Vera to jump in surprise, she hadn’t even noticed it twitch from being too focused on her. Leon's gaze shifted to the lifeless corpse, his previous complaints melting away. "For your help."

“Surprised you two made it this far.” Her attention got diverted by the clicking of heels stopping right in front of her, looking up to see the woman frowning down at her. “Did the blood get into your mouth?”

The clipped tone directed at Vera and the feeling of being watched underneath those glasses made her feel young and inexperienced as a teenager, fingers coming up to her cheek to feel around. “What?”

“Don’t touch your face, you’ll smear it around.” She immediately dropped her hand at her command. “Did it get into your mouth?”

Her mouth was bitter for a different reason altogether, but Vera had the feeling the woman would raise her gun for a fourth shot if she wanted to see what would happen and said yes to that question. “I don’t taste anything.”

“Good. You’re not infected, then. Keep it that way.” She sounded cold and indifferent about the bullet that was just dodged compared to Leon who immediately tensed up over the words — it was as if the sunglasses shielded not only her eyes but also any trace of warmth or empathy. “Here's a piece of advice: try not to let your emotions get the best of you next time, unless you want to bring your friend down with you too.”

Guilt flooded all her senses. Leon yelling at her about almost letting him die would be easier to bear than this kind of shaming reprimand, highlighting the potential consequences of her emotional state. The weight of her actions and the danger she had inadvertently put Leon in settled heavily upon her. She lowered her gaze, feeling her own inexperience and vulnerability in the face of the woman's stern presence. “Yeah… Thanks…”

Leon helped her stand up, casting a brief glance at the FBI agent while he focused on wiping the blood off Vera’s face carefully, using his sleeve and his gloves interchangeably, momentarily cupping the side of Vera’s face to hold her still, and it shouldn’t have made her stomach swoop the way it did, her eyes didn’t know where to look as he did that and spoke at the same time. “FBI, huh? So you know about this and how it spreads?”

She let out a faint scoff, her response dripping with a touch of derision. "Doesn't take a genius to know it's transmitted through bodily fluids."

Leon's hand halted its motion, his forehead creased with a hint of concern. "Were you informed by the FBI or did you discover it on your own?" Leon hurried to wipe remaining splatters off with his thumbs as she began to saunter away without an answer, and he jogged a couple steps after her, a bit frantic. “What’s going on here?”

Unfazed by their inquiries, the agent smoothly evaded the probing. "Sorry, that information’s classified." Her tone left no room for further discussion, indicating her intention to go her own way.

Leon refused to let it go. Determination etched on his face, he pressed on. "Where are you going?"

Vera observed the exchange, her mind replaying the instances when Leon had shut her down particularly when she had knowingly shared information about William Birkin. The contrast between his previous reticence and his current fervent quest for answers did not go unnoticed.

The agent stopped walking, turning around to face them, the downward curve of her lips displeased — as she began to speak, her words carried a patronizing tone, as if addressing disobedient children who had failed to heed her well-intentioned advice. “Do yourself a favor: stop asking questions and get the hell out of here. Stick around for too long, and one of you might end up in a situation even worse than the one you just faced.”

"Hey, wait a sec! We're not finished here!" Leon called out after her, radiating with persistence as she continued to walk away, no hesitation whatsoever.

With that, she vanished behind the door leading to the jail area, leaving Vera and Leon staring in her wake. Vera's gaze lingered on Zeytin's lifeless form, her frown deepening as she surveyed the macabre scene before her. The pool of thick, congealed blood beneath him shimmered under the flickering fluorescent lights, a grim reminder of the excessive shots it had taken to finally bring him down, each bullet a cruel tribute to her lapse in judgment. She couldn't help but berate herself for not ending his suffering with a single shot from her magnum, sparing him from further agony.

As she pulled her beloved dog’s body away to a more secluded corner for privacy and covered him up with a piece of cloth hanging from the open trunk of a random car, burdened by not being able to bury him, Vera was faced with what her dad was worried about all this time.

Turn it off, don’t do this right now, she thought, basically drying her own tear ducts. Don’t think. Thinking slows you down—

The agent's near-miss gunshot had been a sobering wake-up call, a jolt that had shocked her out of her emotional turmoil and forced her to regain her composure. In a twisted way, she felt that she had deserved the scare, a necessary consequence of her actions.

— slow gets you killed.

Maybe she should have thanked the woman better.

Her departure was strangely captivating, she had seamlessly transitioned from savior to enigmatic figure, leaving them with more questions than answers. — and it clicked for Vera that she had been the one who’d made the door accessible. Within minutes she’d saved Vera from becoming dog food, given them disgruntled advice, and stalked away on to her own business without even revealing her name, not expecting anything in return, really. Though her demeanor had been distant and impassive, her actions hinted at an underlying act of benevolence, leaving Vera intrigued by the enigma before her.

Leon came up to Vera standing over Zeytin, his eyes ablaze with newfound resolve, head nodding in the door’s direction. "Come on, let's follow her."

She stood there, mouth agape, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in Leon's demeanor, going to pick up her shovel from the ground. "Why?" she blurted out, her confusion evident.

"Because she holds the answers," Leon replied, shoulders squared as if ready for battle, brimming with conviction. "She could tell us everything we need to know. Don't you want to find out?"

That agent could only tell Vera what she already knew, but it was a sentiment Leon didn’t share, her lack of interest could look suspicious to him, he’d already been weirded out by her W.B. outburst.

She began to move after one last goodbye glance to Zeytin, heart heavy, her steps aligning with Leon's, curious about what had gotten him to make a drastic change of heart like this. "I thought you didn't want to get involved in detective work," she reminded him.

Leon glanced back at her, a bit embarrassed about his words boomeranging back to him, but determined all the same. "I changed my mind. How wild is it that the answers to all our questions showed up right in front of us? We can't afford to pass up this opportunity."

Vera wasn’t above pettiness. “What are we supposed to do with the information if we get it?”

He looked troubled as they finally entered the jail the woman had disappeared into, he held Matilda ready, and she had Marvin’s Samurai Edge out. “Vera…”

“Your words, not mine.”

They walked past the quiet cells of the jail beneath the precinct that held only grumbling undead, only flashlights illuminating the way forward. “I know what I said, but… She’s FBI, it’s far more credible than aligning dots and initials on documents, you know?”

Vera's laughter carried a tinge of offense, an unexpected reaction amidst the weight of her recent loss. "Wow. Damn."

She really shouldn’t have brought up W.B. being William Birkin like some match the words kindergarten exercise, it was only now occurring to Vera how unprofessional it had looked to Leon. She had been all over the place.

“I don’t mean it like that.”

It was a surprise to her that she was, in fact, annoyed by this — her mood fluctuating despite her wanting to remain level-headed, the toll of this night’s devastation clearly catching up with her and exploding out as a random lashing out. “No, I get it. Mr. ‘I want concrete proof and there’s nothing more concrete than the FBI instead of a random private investigator I’ve known for half a day’—”

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted as a zombie lunged at them from one of the cells, its bony fingers reaching out through the bars. Vera jolted back, her heart pounding in her chest, while Leon instinctively moved closer, a protective instinct taking over. He’d begun to do this a lot lately, his hand finding its way to her shoulder or arm, offering comfort in the absence of words that couldn’t quite cross the distance. Despite his own uncertainties, he emanated with a presence that anyone would think they were safe with him that eased her fears. "You're fine," he reassured her, the words washing over her like a soothing balm. He had the qualities of a true guardian, really would have been a wonderful cop if nothing had gone wrong, one of the good ones. "Stay close to me."

How gentle and kind he was to her made Vera immediately regret yapping at him like that. Leon had been so patient with her, been with her through Marvin’s departure — and all she could do was be unjustifiably annoyed at him.

Their previous discussion, a pointless banter, dissipated with that. Vera couldn’t bring herself to point out the detour and how Claire was out there looking for Sherry all by herself, just assuming Leon intended to expedite their questioning and swiftly move forward. He needed this, and Vera had no right to stop him especially when she was hiding the things she did.

Her understanding of the truth behind the outbreak had made her complacent, causing her to overlook the desperation that drove Leon to seek answers. Lost in the chaos and her own struggles, she failed to realize the extent to which not knowing weighed on him. With the weight of holding everyone together on his shoulders, she failed to grasp the extent to which the uncertainty was driving him to the brink of breakage. His desire to find the FBI agent and uncover the truth was a logical response to his mounting frustration and the need for some sense of control in that sense.

She was a colossal asshole, both for not revealing to Claire and Leon the information they were basically entitled to for going through hell, and for getting annoyed that he’d inadvertently insulted her for her obvious sloppy job at providing connections he was right in questioning. She had no room to complain about anything or feel offended.

Choosing to shutting the fuck up next time, she ignored the haunting cacophony of growls and rattling bars filling the air, the eerie symphony of those unfortunate souls who had met their demise only to return as twisted abominations, pressing on, following Leon closely behind along the row of jail cells.

The last cell in the row held an unexpected surprise.

It was Ben Bertolucci, a familiar face she had last seen less than a week ago during their intel exchange — Irons had said he knew about Bertolucci, said he had snitched.

So he’d thrown her under the bus to derail Irons because he was put behind bars, huh?

In retrospect, Vera should be angry. She really should be furious with him, her body was still sore, and yes, there was the fuzziness of all the painkillers and the comfort of the healing herbs, but Irons had almost killed her because of Ben talking. Two of her wisdom teeth were gone for fuck’s sake, her mouth still tasted of copper.

But exhaustion consumed her. Irons was dead, his threat extinguished. Her father was gone, leaving an irreplaceable void in her heart. She’d just witnessed her dog being put down. In the grand scheme of things, none of it mattered anymore. The weight of her losses and the weariness of her journey pressed upon her, erasing any lingering resentment. All that remained was a profound sense of fatigue and the need to get away from everything and sleep for decades until she was whole and okay again.

He sat there, composed and untouched by the horrors that plagued the rest of the jail, a living, breathing human in this sea of undead abominations, donning an overcoat and large glasses, his hair stylishly swept back in a tiny low ponytail as he casually smoked a cigarette.

As Vera and Leon approached, their footsteps echoing through the cold, concrete corridor, Bertolucci snapped to attention, his face filled with excitement. "Hello?" His voice reverberated off the walls, carrying a glimmer of hope in this desolate place, as if he had stumbled upon a long-lost treasure in this forsaken place.

Leon, taken by surprise, couldn't contain his astonishment. “Hey!” He hurried forward, leaving Vera momentarily out of sight, approaching Bertolucci with a brew of awe, relief, and eagerness to establish communication.

“I don’t believe it," Bertolucci breathed, his voice filled with elation, his hand reaching out to grasp the cold metal bars that separated them. "A real human. Hello, human!"

His humor managed to get a small smile out of Leon. “You been here long?” He leaned closer to the cell door, inspecting it as if searching for a hidden mechanism that could grant Ben his freedom.

“Long enough!” the man exclaimed, laughing. “Are we the last ones alive?”

With a shake of his head, Leon attempted to assuage Ben's fears, slipping into the familiar role of a protector. "No, no, there are a few of us," he reassured, his words carrying a hint of hope, even though the reality was far bleaker than he let on.

And then, as Bertolucci's gaze shifted, his eyes locked onto Vera. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as their gazes met. Taking a step backward, his excitement waned, he released his grip on the bars, a single word escaping his lips. "Shit."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Vera slid her hand into the pocket of Leon's jacket, her fingers curling around the fabric, while her other hand tightly gripped the Samurai Edge. A small smirk danced on her lips, a subtle challenge to his earlier reaction. If she wasn't angry before, she definitely was now, fueled by the implication that he might not have wanted her alive. "Thought you'd be happier to see me. Disappointed Irons hasn't gotten me yet?"

Ben, sensing the tension, raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Listen, I'm sorry. I had to look out for myself, alright? He and the suits make people disappear once they have ‘em, I couldn’t take the chance."

“So you rather he made me disappear instead?”

The timbre of Leon's voice instantaneously changed, taking on a deeper and accidentally intimidating tone, just on the edge of jagged irritation. It was a side of him Vera had never witnessed before. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his incredulity on the rise.

Vera ignored Leon for the moment, stepping closer to the cell, holstering the Samurai Edge for the moment and just stared. He had mistakenly believed he was safe within the confines of the cell, unaware that Vera's reach extended far beyond what he had anticipated. Without warning, her arm shot forward, seizing him by his tie and yanking him with such force that his head collided with the unforgiving iron bars. The impact shattered his glasses, the broken fragments clattering onto the ground as he cried out in pain, staggering backward.

Leon was late on yanking her away because of the shock, but he did, putting distance between the recovering Ben holding his bleeding nose and her, body acting as a shield as she paced around like a furious lioness. She pointed at him as Leon tried to swat away her hands. “That was for almost getting me killed!”

“Okay, okay, stop. Stop, Vera. I need you to calm down and take a few deep breaths. I understand that you're upset, but violence is never the answer—”

“We destroy skulls to put undeads down for good, what do you mean? Violence is the answer! We’re packed like the Terminator out here! Stop talking cop to me—!”

“Alright, alright, listen, we can’t harm each other and try to look out for one another at the same time, those are mutually exclusive. It's important to maintain control of our emotions, especially in heated situations in the midst of survival scenarios, it can leave us vulnerable to danger right now. Can you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down? Step away for a moment.”

She sucked her teeth, making a tutting sound and backed off, raising her arms to let Leon know it was okay.

“Yeah, I deserved that,” Ben chuckled, the area underneath his nose was tinted with a red hue, he was raising his eyeglasses towards the light above and inspecting the damage. “You owe me money for this.”

“I owe you a fucking beating,” A wild defiance flickered across Vera's face, her eyebrows raised so high it caused discomfort. “Negotiate and the price starts going up, how does that sound?”

“How about you stop and tell me about the connection here,” Leon interrupted, half-trying to de-escalate the situation and half-really wanting to know.

A couple heartbeats of silence passed as she collected herself and cooled down, and Ben pocketed his glasses and flicked away his cigarette, crushing it under his foot, sharing a knowing glance with Vera. "Is he... you know?"

Vera scoffed, dismissing any need for subtlety. "He's cool," she assured, her tone laced with a hint of annoyance. "You don't have to tiptoe around it. Irons is dead."

A flicker of relief crossed Ben's face, his expression practically beaming. "Oh, thank God. There is justice in this world after all."

He didn’t ask how. He didn’t ask by who or what. Ben just took what he was given, happy that the bastard was gone at last.

Uncomfortable, Leon visibly distanced himself from the man in the cell, his unease stemming from the memories of Irons' demise. He had always been reluctant to celebrate anyone's death the way Ben was, regardless of how heinous they might have been, even when he’d told Vera that the man had gotten what he’d deserved. Taking a step back, he viewed Ben with suspicion and a touch of distaste. "What's this about?"

Vera took the lead, shedding light on their connection. “Ben here is a reporter. He was working on exposing Irons and I was lending him an invisible hand, so to speak. That’s why he was taken in, I’m guessing.”

There was recognition in Leon’s face, blue eyes flickering to the side as if remembering something. “He’s the rat?”

The reporter gave him the worst stink eye there ever was. “Excuse you, pig.”

“This pig is about to get you out of here, be glad he doesn’t hold grudges,” Leon responded, brushing off the insult without a trace of offense, glancing around. Vera realized that even though he’d said that, despite his assertive words, he didn't have a clear plan for freeing Ben from the cell, just looking to make him feel he was in good hands.

Vera's gaze shifted past the blond, landing on the power panel situated right beside the cell. She pointed it out, directing Leon's attention to it, and immediately spotted the issue. “Bingo,” she said, head mapping the cable paths. “That’s how we get him out.”

Leon's eyes trailed to the table positioned just beneath the panel, where a piece of paper lay. He picked it up and looked through its contents, his expression growing sour. “It says we need—”

“Electrical parts, yada yada yada, they just mean relays,” she waved him off, a plan starting to form in her head. “Don’t need that. We are not going back to the station, I swear to god.”

“Then, what?”

“We have like a sea of cars around here, I’ll just repurpose parts we need. I’m good at fixing things, so you get to watch me work.”

Leon briefly was fascinated at that, brows slowly rising and looking her up and down.

“Thank you, Inspector Gadget.”

“Not another word, I still am tempted to leave you here, Ben.”

Ben pretended to zip his lips up and throw away the key.

The FBI agent was forgotten for the moment.

Entering the dimly lit garage with Leon on the front as usual after letting him handle the radio call with Claire because it’d been his decision to take a detour, Vera navigated through the labyrinth of abandoned vehicles with him sticking close by, each one a potential source of goodies, her eyes scanning the surroundings, seeking out the car that might offer the salvaged parts necessary. It felt akin to trying to pick out the sweetest, best tasting watermelon. And after a few moments of contemplating, her gaze fell upon an old sedan tucked away in a corner, it seemed relatively intact compared to the others, which was always a good thing.

“That one,” she said, and Leon nodded, accompanying her.

She approached the vehicle, cautiously inspecting it, popping open the hood, revealing an engine compartment brimming with a network of wires and components.

Leon called out behind her, also leaning in a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just stand guard. I’ll be finished in about five minutes.”

“That fast, huh?”

“Blink and you’ll miss it,” Vera said as she grasped the front of the car with both hands and fully got immersed, having no doubts about leaving the protection duty to Leon and giving all her attention to the car. Her experienced eyes navigated through the tangle, seeking out the wiring harness — a complex mesh of colorful cables that could potentially provide the necessary wires and connectors for the power panel.

Thankful that she’d packed her backpack with a trusty set of tools, Vera carefully removed the screws and clips that secured the wiring harness, and with delicate precision, she disconnected it from its points of attachment. Upon the successful extraction, she gently placed it on the ground and began examining it wire by wire. She searched for cables of the appropriate gauge and color that matched the damaged or missing wires within the power panel. As she identified suitable candidates, she carefully cut and separated them from the harness, ensuring she left enough length for future connections. The salvaged wires were then collected and secured with zip ties, creating a makeshift bundle.

Next, her attention was turned to the car's interior. She rummaged through the dashboard, searching for switches and buttons that resembled the ones she needed to replace. After some time, the spotting of a collection of well-preserved ones had her humming. With nimble fingers, she extracted the salvaged switches from their mounting points, taking care not to damage them. She inspected each switch, comparing them to the faulty ones she’d detected on the power panel, and carefully disconnected the corresponding wires.

Leon was watching, she could feel his eyes on her. “You sure you need to be watching me instead of the precinct?” She moved swiftly but deliberately, skillfully connecting the salvaged switches to the newly acquired wires from the car's harness.

The clicking around of his weapons were audible as he shifted around. “Well, whatever you’re doing is far more interesting.”

Vera would have said something clever in return, but she basically forgot to, making a noise instead, her mind telling her that she didn’t exactly have wire connectors lying around but did have tape for the next step, and she ensured each connection was secure, minimizing the risk of future failures.

Feeling a surge of excitement, she proceeded to the car's fuse box, a small compartment housing a myriad of fuses and relays. She analyzed each component, seeking replacements for that one little missing electrical part within the power panel and a fuse, and with a keen eye, she identified compatible ones, removing them, and finally, gathering all her salvaged components —a collection of wires, switches, and the fuse and relay— and carried them back to the power panel.

With steady hands, she began the meticulous process of connecting the wires, replacing the faulty switches, and integrating the other ones.

“Judging from your reaction, I don’t think she came this way yet, but still, have you seen a woman around here?” Vera asked as she worked on the wires, some lights coming on and the other ones going off. This was like a puzzle.

“No. Why? Is she a friend of yours?”

Vera’s hands halted working when Leon answered instead, observing his gloomy contemplation over her shoulder. “An FBI agent. We were hoping she could tell us what’s going on here.”

Vera shook her head ever so slightly when Ben met her gaze again, silently questioning.

“Mighty thin ice you’re treading on there,” he said, speaking to Leon but the words obviously meant for her. “You get one answer, three more questions pop up in its place.”

“Do you know something?”

He just threw Leon a tape recorder, and handed him his journal, obviously expecting to get them back right after a brief inspection. “It’s all I have, officer.”

Fear squeezed Vera’s heart, and she finished tinkering with the final electrical piece, aggressively mouthing, ‘What are you doing?’ at Ben while Leon couldn’t see, and the fucker just smugly shrugged. He was really doing this. Just sharing everything because it had all gone to hell anyway, but she didn’t want Leon or Claire getting involved in this any more than they did! They didn’t deserve to be burdened with the knowledge! Furthermore, Ben had no right distributing the intel she’d gathered all by herself, she hadn’t given him all her life’s worth of research and investigation to him so he could just toss it to anyone who asked!

One by one, the power panel came back to life, emitting a soft hum as electricity surged through its revived circuits. Lights flickered on, casting a cold white glow throughout the jail, while the low hum of machinery resumed its familiar chorus, and she heard Ben’s cell unlock.

But it wasn’t just his cell, as the other echoing buzzings told them, a shrill alarm going off, temporarily making all of them deaf — basically yelling: “They’re here, get’em!”

Leon’s face went pale, he pocketed the tape recorder and the journal hurriedly, readying Matilda. “Shit.”

The frozen panic of the moment shattered as the wall behind Ben exploded, fragments of debris showering the area. Crumbling masonry and swirling dust gave way to the ominous figure that emerged — a grotesque abomination they thought they left behind torn in half back at the lower levels of the orphanage, now draped in a tattered black trench coat. It was him. It was Mr. X.

Its immense, inhuman hand closed around Ben's face, effortlessly lifting him off the ground, rendering him weightless in its grasp. Vera felt like she was going to suffocate, adrenaline surging through his veins as Leon swiftly drew his firearm, his eyes scanning for a clear shot, but the chaotic scene unfolding before him denied him the opportunity. as Ben's agonized screams filled the air, echoing through the desolate corridor as he was flung around like a lifeless puppet, a pitiable plaything in the monstrous grip.

And then, the crushing force of the giant’s hand tightened, exerting an unimaginable pressure. Blood spurted, mingling with the grotesque sight of a single eye protruding between the gaps in its fingers, a macabre fusion of flesh and bone. Leon and Vera recoiled in horror, instinctively shielding themselves from the gruesome spectacle.

The lifeless body of Ben was unceremoniously discarded to the ground, a life extinguished in the blink of an eye. Vera couldn’t even react properly, mind blanked out once more.

And now fully aware of their presence, the revenant terror fixed its gaze upon Leon and Vera, its empty eyes void of any semblance of humanity. The intent to exterminate emanated from its menacing stance, casting a shadow of impending doom upon the trapped duo, behind them, the relentless horde of creatures blocked the only viable path of escape, closing in like a suffocating nightmare.

In a split second, Leon's training kicked in, overcoming horror faster than Vera did as he swiftly retrieved a flashbang from his belt. With a flick of his wrist, the blinding projectile sailed through the air, detonating in a burst of searing light and deafening sound. The brilliant flash momentarily disoriented the towering Mr. X, throwing off its balance and granting them a precious window of opportunity.

"Run!" Leon's urgent command pierced through the chaos as he seized Vera's hand, their fingers interlocking tightly. Blinded by the intense light, Vera stumbled forward, her senses overwhelmed as she relied on Leon's guidance, their bodies moving in synchronized desperation.

They navigated through the nightmarish maze of undead monstrosities, Leon deftly incapacitating a few with well-placed shots, momentarily stunning them with another flashbang and clearing a path. But there was no time for a meticulous elimination of each gruesome walking corpse. Their priority was survival, an all-consuming drive that pushed them forward.

The stench of decay assaulted Vera's nostrils, the putrid odor of rot permeating the air, making her eyes water and stomach churn. Hands reached out from the horde, their decaying fingers brushing against her skin, sending a shiver of revulsion down her spine. But she pressed on, anchored by Leon's unwavering presence to guide her through the suffocating mass of undead.

Heavy footsteps started thundering alarmingly fast behind them, and Vera felt like she could have a heart attack out of fear right then and there from the sheer levels of anxiety-inducing pace of the rapid booming coming right for her life.

Finally, they managed to burst through the threshold of the jail, bodies propelled into the very short-lived safety of the garage, adrenaline coursing through their veins as Mr. X was closing in.

“Shotgun,” Vera coughed with a crunchy, repulsive, garbage disposal-like sound, lungs burning with the exertion of the running and all the quick breathing, herself switching to the Lightning Hawk. “Bring out your shotgun, we need to make this fucker fall so we have time to get away!”

They began to back away from the door, creating a significant distance between themselves and the approaching menace, hearts pounding in their chests as they prepared themselves, hoping to bring down the relentless Mr. X.

With a thunderous crash, Mr. X tore the door off its hinges, his towering form crouching to fit through the doorway. Seizing the opportunity, Vera and Leon unleashed a barrage of gunfire, their weapons spitting out rounds in rapid succession — but he didn’t seem affected at all, that sculpted mask of a face remaining the same as he quickly marched forward —

But just as despair threatened to overwhelm her, a pivotal moment unfolded, Mr. X stumbled, falling to one knee, and in a moment that seemed both timely and miraculous, the revving of an engine cut through the chaos. A SWAT van came out of nowhere, hurtling toward Mr. X with unstoppable force, and Vera managed to pull Leon away to a safer distance just in time.

The impact was cataclysmic, the van slamming into the colossal abomination, unleashing a devastating blow. The wall crumbled beneath the tremendous impact, a cascade of brick and concrete tumbling to the ground. Through the haze of dust and debris emerged the enigmatic FBI agent, her sunglasses concealed her eyes, but her gaze was sharp and penetrating just as her body language and presence, it bore into Vera.

The FBI agent's frustration crackled in her voice as she snapped at them, the distinct sound of her heels clicking on the ground with an air of annoyance. "I told you to get out of here," she admonished. "This is getting old... saving your asses — that's twice."

Vera’s reflex was to make light of the situation — as if she didn’t just witness an acquaintance of hers she’d been working with quite a while now getting his brains squeezed like a wet sponge, as if it didn’t affect her at all, not in the slightest, but the nervous hollowness in her very being was there. “One for me, and now one for him, so can we call it even, Superagent?”

The woman vehemently responded, fed up with Vera, her voice raised. "This isn't a game!"

The moaning of crumpling metal rose from the van, an exaggerated mirror of a tin soda can being crushed as giant fingers emerged from the debris, clawing their way to freedom.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Leon seethed.

“Nothing dies down here,” the FBI agent complained, almost in a childish manner, like it was some video game she was playing that was impossible to beat, making her frustrated. Without hesitation, she retrieved a remote from her pocket and pressed a button. The ensuing explosion engulfed the remains of the SWAT van, reducing it to a chaotic mess of twisted metal and billowing smoke, the deafening blast echoing through the garage, momentarily silencing all other sounds, the wreckage smoldering afterwards.

Such an action hero move.

Leon was as amazed as Vera was, genuine admiration in both their faces, starstruck by how the agent made it look so effortless. “Maybe a warning next time?”

The woman’s visible expression remained stoic, unaffected by their amazement. With a turn of her head, she scanned the surroundings, her attention focused on the aftermath of the encounter. "There isn't a next time," she replied with a touch of finality. "I have more pressing matters to attend to than getting you two out of trouble."

“Like Ben Bertolucci? You came here to meet with him, didn’t you?” He motioned towards the remains of the demolished wall and the wreckage, taking Vera by surprise with the on-point observation that made total sense. “He’s gone. This guy took him out.”

The vivid scene replayed in Vera’s mind the second he mentioned it, and she had to shut her eyes and regain her composure to not sway where she stood.

The agent remained silent, seemingly expressionless, but buried in an exasperated disappointment.

So he was right. He’d figured it out.

“We just might have what you need from him,” Leon took out the tape recorder, clearly intent on obtaining the information he desired from the very beginning. “But only if you’ll tell us the truth.”

#leon kennedy x oc #leon s kennedy x oc #leon s. kennedy x oc #resident evil oc #oc: vera kaplan #story: gravedigger #era: no time to die #if you know about mechanics please overlook the car part i tried 💀

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yokohamapound · 11 months

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Replies

Hey! I'm in the process of doing a load of housekeeping for all my imagines blogs, which includes replying to any non-request messages in my inboxes, updating/creating to-do lists from my inboxes and drafts, and generally getting back into the swing of things. I don't like to spam people's dashboards by replying to every ask or question I get separately, so I tend to screenshot them and put them all in one post. Some of these are really old - I'm sorry it took me so long to reply!

@xiao-enjoyerz Thank you so much, lovely. I will write a proper Fyodor fic one day, but the silly mouse idea wouldn't leave me alone when I was thinking about doing something fun for April Fool's. Fyodor intimidates me even when I'm the one writing him, but like, in a good way~

Dazai: ...you know, as disturbing as that is to learn, I'm more surprised I didn't give him a degradation kink.

Thank you, my darling. <3

That's literally the highest praise you can give a fanfic writer, honestly. I hope your writing is going well! I'd love to read some if you ever want to drop me a link!

I really hope it's going well for you and that you got your diagnosis! I'm not having much luck. I've sent in my referral request 2-3 times by now and my doctor somehow magically never seems to send it. It doesn't matter how much I chase them. So I'm just out here, rawdogging my existence, unmedicated and unsupervised.

I don't at the moment, but I will be trying to put one together for this blog. I never really did it for my Bleach blog because there were over 1k posts and I physically couldn't, but this blog is still relatively new so I could. I'll also be posting all my headcanons in an anthology-type thing on AO3 soon - ten headcanons per chapter, contents table at the top of each chapter - so I'll post a link to that when it's up. I need a punny name for it, though.

Ooh, so...

Chuuya became my favourite the very second he walked on screen. Bro is gorgeous, he has that scratchy voice, and then he did the Little Rich Girl voice and pose. Favourite character confirmed.

Poe became a favourite when he turned up at the ADA party and went "please don't leave me alone!" because same, Poe, same. Also, my friend describes me as a raccoon (messy, gremlin-like, scrabbly raccoon hands) so I feel like Poe and I would get along great.

Sigma when he gave a bunch of orders then immediately went and freaked out in private.

Fyodor when he was playing the cello for Katsura and when Katsura asked if Fyodor kidnapped him just to make him listen to the cello, Fedya went "No. 💖" It was just the Russian accent and the playful tone. Perfection.

They don't show it anywhere near as much in the anime, which is a shame. It's something that humanises him a little more. They also missed out the little bit after he gets hit with a wine bottle where he says "I got wet and I'm cold. :("

I think it is a compulsion, really. He does seem to do it when he's thinking. He actually bites the skin around his nails rather than the actual nail like they showed in the anime, too.

Hello! Yes, I'm mostly caught up on the manga!

#yokohamapound #replies #asks

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slaasherslut · 1 year

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Items Ava has saved in a shoe box that Lester has given her and other items that remind her of him

Avana Walker x Lester Sinclair

Lester is the literal embodiment of a raccoon. Hes always scampering around and shoving things he finds cool in his pockets. Some he keeps for himself for his truck or to scatter them around his home. Other times though he picks them up with the intention on giving it to Ava. Hes always on the lookout for things that remind him of her or things he thinks she would like. Ava started collecting all of his little gifts in a shoe box she keeps under their bed on her side. Some of these things include:

Various small skulls.

Lester is always coming home with little skulls for her to clean up. He always tells her exactly where he found them and what animal it was. The first time he brought Ava to his cabin she gushed about the giant deer skull hanging on a wall. He showed her some more of his smaller ones. Like a few cats, birds, mice, even a fox or two. The way her eyes lit up at the macabre collection made him feel all fuzzy inside. He wanted her to get that look again and again, so he kept bringing her skulls he finds on the forest floor and in ditches.

Rocks.

This man always has at least one rock is his pocket at all times, you cant change my mind about that. He always collects them for both Ava and Ellie. Some nights when Les has to work late and Ava goes to bed before he gets home, she'll wake up to him sleeping peacefully next to her and a new rock on her night stand. He will hand them to her and say things like, "Baby, I found this real pretty rock! Reminds me of yer eyes, doncha think?"

The first bullet she ever fired.

Not long after deciding to stay in Ambrose, Ava found Lester's rifle in the back of the closet. She figured it was mostly used for hunting but at this point Lester had yet to tell her that he used it more often on people than animals. She asked Les a few times to teach her how to shoot but he was very hesitant. Partly at the fact that his overwhelming need to protect her wanted to keep her away from such a deadly weapon. The other part was that he would be handing her one of his murder weapons. When he finally caved he took her out behind his cabin and had her aim for a tree Ellie had previously hung a bird feeder on. Lester stood behind her, hands ghosting her body as he taught her the proper posture and hand placements. He made sure she was paying attention and was very serious when he explained how the rifle worked. Her first shot landed in the trunk of the tree. Lester whistled. "Yeah baby! Look atcha! Right on target!" He made a mental note of where the bullet hit and Ava fired off a few more rounds. Before they packed up and went inside, he used his hunting knife to dig the ruined bullet out from the bark and shoved it in the breast pocket of his shirt before heading back inside.

Photographs

Some were taken with Bo's DSLR and some were taken with Ava's Polaroid camera. A few of Ava's favourites include: - The photo Ava took with Percy and Ellie on their lake trip with the boys. The photo is of soaking wet Ava mid shoving the other two girls behind her into the lake. - Her favourite photos of her and Lester are at a bonfire that the group got together to do. Vincent had taken them, there was three. In the first photo, Lester is leaning his back against a stump they used as a makeshift seat and Ava is all cuddled up with a blanket in between his legs. Shes laughing at one of Bo's old stories and hes just looking down at her with a love struck smile. The second photo is much of the same but shes looking up at him. The third has the two of them sharing a sweet kiss. - A photo Bo took of Ava and Percy cuddling together in Bo's guest room. Lester was working late that night and Ava's anxiety got the best of her. The house just kept making strange sounds and it was so dark outside. On top of that the house felt so lonely without Les being around. She walked over the the Sinclair home and Percy pulled her inside, leading her up to their guest room that used to be Lester's old bedroom and snuggled with her until they both fell asleep. - Another one is of Lester and Ellie. The two best friends were in the pond behind the cabin looking for frogs. Ava was making them lunch as they goofed off and laughed together. Once she finished up making lunch she looked out the window to see if she could spot them and she could. Ellie and Les were both crouched next to each other at the ponds edge. Ava grabbed her camera and snuck outside to let them know that food was ready, but not before snapping a photo of the two.

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cats-napss · 6 months

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Mommyclan design fight preferences

Heyy i'm late to the party but I want to participate a little bit :] I will likely get a chance to do a few attacks next week if not the next couple days. Once I am assigned to a team, I will edit this post with which team I am on.

My favorite design elements are the following:

-complex designs -for cat designs, I especially like tortoiseshells, mackerel tabbies, medicine cats, scars and injuries, white markings, and interesting silhouettes. -animals like cats, dogs and other canids, otters, deer, raccoons -fantasy creatures like dragons, unicorns, monsters based on mythology -humans and humanoid characters -Dead leaves, Autumn harvest or Halloween themes -Nature, fruit or garden motifs -Bird (especially seabirds and jays)/ spider/ insect/jellyfish/shrimp/fish motifs -Khokhloma painting motifs -Blue/pink, green/red, teal/red, lilac/sage, brown/cream, pastel or natural color schemes -accessories -parts of a character that look like theyre clothes. but theyre a body part -LORE AND BACKSTORY!!!!!! Give the character a job or a hobby or something!!!

I really love when characters are designed with a story or concept in mind. My favorite character tropes are the following (in no particular order):

-Girl who is sopping wet crying just got pulled out of the sea suffering -Characters who are genuinely not nice to look at -Socialist farmer -Student who has not slept this week -Little autism creature -Whatever Silvermist from Tinkerbell has going on -Jaded old people -Guy who will never make up for the hurt they have caused -Character with sweet familial connections -Character with dysfunctional familial connections -Unabashed teen angst -Are they a beast creature or are they still a person? -Rural housewife -Cottagecore girlypop who maims people -Kid who has suffered the flames of the United States public school system -Character with a very specific special interest or academic niche -Character being supernaturally changed over time against their will

Bases are ok! Please take the prompts above as literally as you want to! Mix them or go by vibes! And don’t feel like you need to limit yourself to warrior cats designs! Humans, animals, fantasy guys and furries are all ok! Please avoid stereotyping or potentially harmful tropes, and hide any potentially upsetting content behind a “read more” when you post. Thank you!

#mommyclan df

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