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enrosadiraanisaaa · 7 months

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Within Session .Part Five.

Happy October my cuties! I'm glad to finally post another part of Within Session! This fanfic consist of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

~Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝 (yeehaw)

This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter finally fucking contains 🔞 material. This story does contain +18 content (NSFW) 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit.

Summary

As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. We're finally getting into the nitty gritty of the story. Reminder that if you're not comfortable with male obsession and stalking, this is not for you. But if you're fucked up like me, please enjoy this! This is a really long chapter, hope y'all like it. 😉 Please comment on what how you feel about this chapter, I'm a whore for feedback. Hate it? Comment. Love it? Comment, por favor.

Hope y'all enjoy the fifth part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One , Part Two, Part Three, and Part Four of Within Session

Tagged ❤️: @fouyumixuri

Nothing In Place Of Catalysts

Friday could not have arrived fast enough for Leon. With each passing day since Monday afternoon, he anticipated the next session with the therapist that Hunnigan recommended to him.

Despite only attending one session with the therapist, he realized there was a particular yearning to confide within her once more. Although he was vulnerable in those moments, she welcomed the uncomfortable silence to let him thrall in rumination. With all the shit occurrences in his life, there was never a sense of control yet she indulged in his words.

Leon strode through the familiar halls of the USSTRATCOM headquarters building to his office space, consciously walking past the door to your office. Since his position as a federal agent required him to report early for assignments or debriefings, the majority of the other staff were not present in the building yet. Soon, that door would be wide open to welcome his return, and he would sneak another opportunity to peek at your figure or finally glimpse the color of your-.

Leon paused briefly in his steps. His distracted gaze at the floor became clear at the realization of what his daydreaming entailed.

An exhaustive sigh escaped Leon’s mouth as he neared his office, shaking his head at his own ill intent. These thoughts were dangerous, something Leon acknowledged within himself. Either he has not been getting an efficient amount of sleep, or he is in desperate need of a fuck. But then again, for Leon it has been some time since he was in that pleasurable endeavor weeks prior that consequent him to awaken to an empty bedside. Maybe his fantasization was the product of constant nightmares contorting his mind or a lingering symptom of the Las Plagas virus despite being eradicated from his body.

Nonetheless, Leon knew his therapist was there to perform her job and he was present to receive help from her. Nothing more.

Soon Leon stepped in the wide office room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee instantly peaking his attention as he walked towards his desk among the desks of other agents. Already, there was a stack of papers on his desk, waiting to be reviewed and submitted. A tired groan emits from his lips, not wanting to inch anymore near his desk, yet Hunnigan would chew his ass out if he did not complete them, something he aspired to avoid.

On cue, heels echoed behind him until he was faced with the honeyed eyes behind a red pair of glasses peering back to his blue ones. It was early in the morning, yet her appearance and stature were precise as ever. There was never a crease or stain on her usual blazer and slacks. “Good morning, Leon,” Hunnigan announced. The prominent FOS agent that has always provided unrivaled intel when she aids him on missions, forms a faint smile on her face as she strolls past Leon, reports in one hand while the other hand carries a mug full of coffee.

Leon’s brows briefly hiked in acknowledgment to her presence, allowing the other agent to settle at her desk. “Morning, Hunnigan,” he replies, leaning on his desk. Now, there was a question he had been meaning to ask Hunnigan, but he was unsure how to deliver it

With an adjustment in his throat, Leon crosses his arms, “Question, Hunnigan… Uh, how do you know the therapist you referred me to?” He finally breathes out, pausing to glance at her at her desk.

Leon notices Hunnigan’s eyebrows raise, evidently puzzled at his sudden question. Hopefully he did not raise any suspicions regarding his therapist.

Instead, the lips on Hunnigan curve into a smile; Leon seemingly struck an evocation of her history with his therapist. She took a sip of her coffee before setting the mug carefully on her desk, a subtle thud from the surface, “We were dorm roommates back in university a couple years back. I have kept in contact with her since… Why? Did you have problems with her in session?” She questions, a hint of concern in her voice.

“Not at all, she has honestly been sweet and professional in our first session. I was curious to know your relations with her,” Leon reassures Hunnigan, his own smile forming. For Leon, this was the direction he needed to learn about the life of his therapist prior to her current career, and Hunnigan was easily bestowing that piece of information to him. Although, he desired additional details of her life than what Hunnigan just endowed.

A hum emits from Hunnigan’s lips while she opens a drawer of her desk, piquing Leon’s appeal as she suddenly brings out a mini photo album. Then a wave from Hunnigan’s hand beckons him over to her desk, prompting her to flip several pages of the photo album until she taps a particular picture several times with her pointer finger. If Leon could jump through pictures, this is one he would.

The sight was a sight to behold, nothing yet could transcend what Leon was presently perceiving with his own eyes. A younger version of Hunnigan and you in casual clothes posing together on a couch. Hunnigan had an arm wrapped around your shoulder whereas you laid your head on Hunnigan’s shoulder, holding two peace symbols with your hands and a slight smile on your face. This picture panged his heart yet seemingly excited Leon in more ways than one.

“This must have been when you and her were in college, huh?” Leon questions in an amused tone, raising the photo album from Hunnigan’s desk to his face. He intended to inspect every feature of the young face of his therapist.

“Yeah, we were in our first year together at university in that picture. Once you get to know her more, you’ll learn she is soft-spoken and reserved, yet overall sweet,” Hunnigan mentions, observing Leon from her desk as she indulges in another sip of her coffee.

An abrupt ring from Hunnigan’s office phone redirects their attentiveness from the photo to the source of sound. Swiftly, Hunnigan grabs the office phone from the reception console to her ear.

“Ingrid Hunnigan, sir.” She replies upon answering the phone. At that moment, Leon closes the photo album, returning it to the surface on Hunnigan’s desk while she speaks on the phone.

“We need to be there now? Yes, sir. We will be on our way…”

With that final response, Hunnigan returns the phone on the receptor. “We were summoned for a briefing, they want us there in 5. Ready to leave, agent Kennedy?” She remarks, directing her eyes to Leon beside her desk.

Leon begrudgingly nods to her, a huff emitting from his mouth as he steps away from Hunnigan’s desk to exit their office,” Yeah, let’s go…” He mutters, knowing he can not escape this briefing. The director and higher ups of the government owned him, a pawn for them to dictate his every movement.

Within the next hour, Leon found himself in a room of high ranking government personnels in a secluded room meant for debriefings, discussing the details of his next mission. While Hunnigan was seated beside him at the table, writing notes for intel, Leon let his mind escape from where he was to where he could be. Within these last few days, his eagerness to be in the presence of his therapist was an understatement. To admit he was possessed by a particular fondness for his therapist from one session would entail humiliation. This admiration was his guilty pleasure to keep secret for now.

The voices of the government officials regarding the trivial information of the mission were drowned out, as he recalls the finer details of the crimson colored skirt and blazer with those pair of black heels that accentuates your figure in all the right places from last session.

Leon’s breath hitches when he notices the pants area around his groin feel tighter. Any movement in his chair, he felt his dick rub against the fabric of his dress pants. He let his imagination idled further than he intended, now he had to endure a hard on during the remainder of the meeting. Dire thoughts consisted of silent prayers that none in the room would notice the growing bulge in his pants, coercing his body to keep his legs under the table.

In his favor, the briefing only lasted 10 more minutes, however he needed to wait for the room to clear before he could stand from his chair. To his side, Hunnigan cocked her eyebrows in confusion, “Are you okay, Leon?” She inquires, noticing his flushed face.

“Yeah, my stomach just hurts. Probably that damn Mcgriddle I ate earlier this morning, not setting well with me. I’m fine, I’ll meet you back in the office, okay?” Leon chuckles in breathes, his cheeks blooming a blush. Thank god he was witty enough to conjure some bullshit at that moment. It worked, Hunnigan gave him a concerned nod, proceeding to leave the briefing room.

Now that Leon was the only remaining presence in the room, he immediately stood from his chair before peeking his head out the door to peer down the hall. Not a soul in sight. With that internal green light, Leon treads to a nearby single stall bathroom. After an exasperated sigh, he twirls around to lock the door behind him once inside. When the lock clicks, ensuring his privacy, Leon then lowers his gaze to the bulge in his pants. Leon turns around once more to lean on the door, unzipping the fly of his dress pants with one hand, his erection greedily desiring to be unconfined.

Once he pulled down his pants and briefs, he was met with the sight of his hardened cock leaking with precum. His hand immediately attends to firmly grasp the shaft of his dick, gradually pumping in a rhythmic motion. The other hand reaches inside his breast pocket, retrieving his new found valuable.

A grin forms on Leon’s lips when he unfolds the photo of Hunnigan and you during your college years. His fingers maneuver to fold the photo in half, only displaying your side of the pictures, throwing those cute peace signs at the camera. His eyes bore into the picture, scanning every aspect of your face and body while his other hand tugs the skin of his length. With each stroke, he stared at your lips in the picture, fantasizing those pretty pink lips wrapped around him while you kneel before him on the bathroom floor to worship the very floor he stood on. While the sensation from his warm hand intensified, he let out mewls of whimpers from his mouth. The beat of his heart accelerated, as his forehead produced beads of sweat.

His own lustful mind seemingly manifests a phantom of you through pure imagination, wearing the same red blazer and skirt from the previous session. How could you not comprehend red was the color of seduction that would entice desperate men such as him? Leon then spits on his hand to apply as a lube to pump himself at a rapid pace with his palm. In his perverse reverie version of you, he envisioned those lips of yours engulfing his dick, inch by inch until you feel yourself desperately gagging for air. His concentration returned to the picture in his other hand, studying the eyes of the woman he was currently envisioning with him entirely in her mouth and lulled eyes gazing up to his face.

“Fuck-,” Leon breathes out with a hitch, his body shuddering along with the accumulating waves of pleasure. In spurts, his throbbing cock releases ropes of cum onto his dress pants and floor of the bathroom. While in the pinnacle of his climax, Leon rides out his bliss with several strokes until his arousal gradually ceases.

After the euphoric high seemed to wane, follows the familiar sentiment of guilt. In shameful realization, Leon immediately slumps back against the door while he catches his breath. With several blinks of his eyes, his head hangs down and gazes down to the bathroom floor. The tile floor appeared disgusting, just like him. No one needed to bring awareness to Leon that he was crossing the thin line that separates love and obsession. That thin line being infatuation, impeding an inevitable desire that will consume his prospect. Even with those aspects into consideration, he was completely enthralled by you.

Leon used two fingers to stretch the opening of his breast pocket, simply sliding the folded photo in its rightful place, before gently patting the breast pocket with his hand. By recomposing himself, Leon yanked his underwear and pants to his waist after adjusting his dress shirt and vest. To the best of his ability, Leon tried to wipe off the cum stains on his pants with a wet paper towel. ‘This is fucking embarrassing,’ Leon mused within himself.

Eventually, Leon departed from the sight of the bathroom to stroll the halls of the building. Down the hall, he noticed the door to your office was wide open, the light from the room partially cascading onto the floor of the hall. While nearly tempted to sneak a peek at you, Leon understood it was better to see you during his time.

The morning and afternoon breezed by with the appalling amount of paperwork from Hunnigan as he worked at his desk. For the flow of time, he remained engrossed in his work until it was nearly time to leave. By 4:50PM, Leon spared no hesitation to submit the documents on Hunnigan’s desk, followed by a final wave of goodbye for the weekend as Leon eagerly exited the office. His next destination was quite obvious.

Similar to the last session, Leon notices his therapist seated at her desk so immersed in paperwork that she was not aware of his presence. Only a knock from his hand on the door jolted her from her work, her gaze finally directed to Leon at the entrance of her office. Those luscious lips that he desperately wants to taste, forms a grin when your eyes recognize who was at the door.

“Welcome back, Leon,” You address him gently, standing from your chair to greet him formally.

Upon seeing you walk towards him, Leon had to contain his disappointment when he discerned your dress pants in substitute for a skirt. This session, you were professionally dressed in a lilac colored blazer and slacks. While the previous outfit was preferable, Leon knew his last comment nestled into your mind in some way. He really wanted to take a peek at your legs, maybe imagine them wrapped around his waist.

“So, should we get started?” Your silk-like voice interrupts his train of thought. You were already seated at one of the two arm chairs, waiting for him to be seated on the other.

“Yeah, sorry to keep you waiting,” Leon murmurs, blushing as if he were caught red-handed. These intrusive thoughts were repulsive, a kind and soft-spoken woman such as you did not deserve to be regarded in such a manner

‘To hell with it, she doesn’t have to know,’ Leon rationalizes, maintaining an innocent smile as he sits in front of you.

‘She doesn’t suspect a thing’

#leon kennedy #re4 leon #yandere!leon kennedy #yandere!leon x reader #female reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon x fem reader #resident evil 4 remake #within session #ingrid hunnigan #resident evil leon

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the-shotce-newsletter · 1 year

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“The local mer colony has taken a liking to Agent Kennedy”

Choose your otp, mermay addition.

This was originally going to be a Choose Your Redfield, then I had to add all the pairings. At the very least, I got practice drawing the characters, but I ran out of layers and time.

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purpledusty · 1 year

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I had nothing to do and had internet access, so i made a chart of my Resident Evil family headcanon. For me they are a big "found family" (they not actually found family i think but ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭)

Red – Romantic couple

Pink – Platonic couple

Yellow – biological siblings

Orange – siblings of consideration (you know, when has no blood or family relation)

Blue – biological kids

Purple – adopted kids

Cyan – son/daughter of consideration (you know, when has no blood or family relation)

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year

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How Long? (Part 2)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,011 Contains: Job Briefing, Caring Husband Leon.

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Riding through the chilled, early morning air of Washington, your head stays placed against Leon's back, you felt exhausted. Even though you had been sleeping a lot lately, you were surprised Leon hadn't picked up on it. Maybe he did and it would have now clicked with him as to why you had been so tired.

Your husband was very good at picking up on slight changes in your habits, but would always just observed without saying anything until he would become worried for your health or safety. The thing is you were used to pushing through your tiredness, being on jobs that required your full attention for days on end, the adrenaline would help keep you awake. But when you were at home, in the safety of the familiar and comforting 4 walls, you would give in to your tiredness and just sleep.

Leon had noticed your head resting on his back for the whole trip, keeping tabs on your grip around his abdomen. A few times he would feel it loosening and give your hands a gentle tap to wake you up. You only lived 30 minutes away from DSOHQ, when Leon was driving. Scanning his clearance card to open the underground car park, the sudden louder volume of the bike woke you up completely. Pulling your head from Leon's warm back, you wait for him to park in his named space before sliding off the back of his bike.

Stretching your arms over your head, your mouth widens in a yawn before letting your hands fall to your sides. "Ready to do the boring stuff?" You asked watching Leon flick the stand out and turn the key for the bike, creating silence as he flings his left leg over his bike.

"You know it." He said doing his little head tilt you loved so much.

Smiling you turn away from him and head for the door to the stairs, a warm hand grabbing yours at your side as you pull the handle down. Looking to your hand then to Leon who's hand was holding yours, a questioning look in your eyes.

"Let's take the elevator?" He suggested. Normally he would just follow you up the stairs.

You roll your eyes and give his hand a slight squeeze before pulling away from his gentle grip. "Leon.. Walking up stairs isn't going to hurt." You pull open the door and walk through it, Leon instinctively holding the door open as he watched you starting to ascend the stairs.

Huffing heavily his shoulders lower, deflating as his worried attempts backfired on him. But maybe you were right? Walking up stairs wasn't going to hurt you or the baby, he just didn't want you to put in the extra effort if there was a perfectly good elevator right there. Walking through the doorway he follows you up the stairs, meeting you on the 4th flight, both of you panting lightly from the exorcise. Yes, you were both fit, but stairs can make the most fit of people's hearts work hard. Leon thinks they should be called heart attacks not stairs, you however found them to be a good way to stay in shape.

Holding the door open for him you wait, watching him trudge up the last flight towards you. He reaches over your head taking the side of the door and letting you go first. It was a thing, you would try and get him to walk through doorways first. On rare occasions you would succeed when he wasn't paying attention, but when he was paying attention he would never walk through first. Letting you go ahead of him, he was such a gentleman.

You both make your way across the light, grey-blue carpet that really needed to be replaced. Having been walked on for so long it was starting to wear away, even having holes to the cement ground underneath in some spots. Through white halls you enter a large, square room with two levels. The second level having a railed off balcony, each room an office with the different workers and levels of management. The first level had desks in the centre of the room, these were for FOS workers. Though your own FOS worker, Ingrid Hunnigan had been here so long she had moved up to the second level with her own private office. The rooms around the first floor were the briefing and meeting rooms, today you were heading to room nine. Without any hesitation you both made your way to the door simply labelled 9, Leon opening the door to let you enter first.

Slipping past Leon you enter the dreary white room, black desk chairs line the edges and left end of a large, long table. On the right side of the room, a rolling white board and pull down white screen, the overhead projector hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room. Standing at the whiteboard writing on it was none other than your favourite FOS, Ingrid Hunnigan. She turns after hearing the door opening and gives the both of you a smile, tired eyes still shinning bright behind her glasses.

"You're a bit early!" She greets, writing some last things before popping the lid off the back of the marker to covering the nib with a click. She closed the yellow file in her left hand, placing it to the side away from others on the long table.

"Yeah, Leon was speeding again." You walk up to the desk chair beside where Hunnigan was standing, taking a seat.

"I was not... I was going the usual."

"So speeding." You nod, swinging your chair from side to side.

Hunnigan only shook her head at your banter. "Well we should get started then." She looks down to the three yellow folders on the table, opening them all up and spreading the information out in front of her. "This is what first caught the President's attention." She says sliding out a report and placing it in front of you, Leon takes a seat in the desk chair beside yours, looking over the info now in front of you. "To sum it up, after the incident in Dulvey, Louisiana, the BSAA took the winters family to Romania under their protection. They have been mixed up once again in the same problem from three years ago." She paused for a moment to pull a few pictures out of the mix. "These were taken by a Recon group called the Hound Wolf Squad."

"Chris?" Leon asked reaching for the pictures placed on the table in front of you. They showed pictures of a caving system, a mass of black tendrils extending out of a large hole.

Hunnigan continues. "Yes, Redfield has written in his report that this black mass has the same properties found in the Mold back in Louisiana." She hands over some more pictures taken. "These are what made the president want you to head over to Romania."

You pick up the pictures, humanoid creatures looking like some half formed werewolves were skulking around in an enclosed cell. Another picture was of a woman, wrapped in rags, limbs cut and bruised with blood around her mouth. You frown, it didn't look like the Plaga, but it could be some kind of mutation? And the other creature, you didn't have a clue what that could be. "BOW's?" You asked, holding up the pictures for Leon to take while you look to Hunnigan.

She shrugs. "This very well could be the ones mentioned in the report, yes." She crossed her arms over her chest. "The President has contacted the BSAA's European branch and decided to send the both of you. See what information you can get, as well as help eradicate what may be happening there."

You speak up. "This report was made last year. Things would have changed since then." You point out.

Hunnigan nods. "Another reason why Mr. President wants to send both of you, just in case things have changed, and possibly not for the better." She sighs seeing the both of your expressions seeming unsure. "Look. I did some of my own digging last night before I called you. I found this deep in the BSAA's files under Redfield's name." She pulls out another piece of paper and hands it to you.

You read out the short excerpt. "Upon being killed the Lycan seem to exhibit signs similar to those infected by the Plaga. We have found old research labs with information of experiments done on the people in this village. There are mentions of a parasite called the Cadou." You look up to Leon. "So we're dealing with another parasite.. Great. Spain all over again." You sigh letting the page float back to the table.

"Your flight will be leaving at 10am for Romania. Here are your boarding passes and lanyards with signed documentation, indicating presidential acceptance for your weapons to be allowed on the flight." She hands the documentation, boarding pass and lanyard to each of you. "You will need to take these folders to look through on your flight."

You nod and start to scoop up everything in front of you, placing them in the yellow folders she had provided.

"I'm sorry the information is sporadic and old, but it's all I could find in the BSAA's archives as well as any information sent to the DSO." She gives a slight shrug.

"It's fine, Hunnigan. You did good." Leon nods as he stood up from his chair, your own swinging around. You stand up out of it with all the folders in your hands.

"What Leon means, is this information is enough for us to know what we could be up against. And I say, go home and go to sleep." You smile and turn to leave the room, expecting Leon to be following you. Leon however stays behind, waiting for you to be out of the room. He then turns to Ingrid who was looking at Leon with raised brows. He never just waited for you to leave the room like that.

"What's on your mind, Leon?" Her arms were crossed, she knew something was bothering him.

"Well.. You see it's.." Why was this so hard to spit out? He felt like he wanted to tell the world he was going to be a father, but at the same time scared of what it meant for you and your work. "What would it take to get (Y/N) a desk job for saaay... a few years?"

"Ah.. She finally told you."

"You KNEW!??"

Ingrid smiles a wide grin. "Yes, Leon.. Us women know these things about each other. And congratulations by the way. But I don't know if that could be possible. You and (Y/N) Are the best in the world at what you do and call to the President themself." She explained, watching Leon deflate, yet at the same time become more tense.

"I just.. It's dangerous what we do. And I can't have her going out and risk losing the baby. She's already been doing too much." He stressed.

Ingrid placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know.. I worry for their safety as well. I have spoken with the Chief Advisor, he's declined from placing her at a desk when she is needed on the field. And I don't have the power to go directly to the President." She said raising her brows, hinting her words to him.

He nods, he will bring it up the next time he sees the President. But right now, this mission was already assigned to the both of you and you couldn't back out now. He didn't like it, but you were going to have to go with him this time.

"Leon?" Your voice calls from the door. "I thought you were following me. I was talking to myself."

Leon turns to you and Hunnigan gives him a nod when he looks back her. "Thank you." He says before making sure he had everything then turning around to follow you out this time.

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postersofleon · 3 months

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stress sucks:

it was a sort of strange how you three began to date. none of you are unable to date outside of the job. always working, always stressed. at first, it was just friendly favors.

leon liked having his dick pumped for being a good guy by hunnigan. she praised him for doing a good job: for saving the president's daughter, for doing his job without getting himself injured. further on. you were the person who gave him his weapons and fixed them up. leon would eat your pussy for thanks. while leon went to mission, you would kiss hunnigan and rub her shoulders to calm her down when he didn't answer

everyone was just sadly horny. fighting b.o.w.s. was too annoying, fixing weapons, telling leon where to go.

it was nice to have someone during these hard times.

taglist: @valkyrurr

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #ingrid hunnigan #ingrid hunnigan x reader #i have the biggest writer's block so apologies for a small post :(

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crimescrimson · 8 days

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Red's Guide to Resident Evil [Volume Three - Resident Evil 6 (2012)]:

Scenery: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [26] [27] [28] [29] [30] [31] [32] [33]

Characters: Helena Harper [1] | Ingrid Hunnigan [1]

Pairings: Aeon [1] [2] | Shake [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Specific Scenes: [1] [2] [3] [4]

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0kayblue · 1 year

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Trying Not To Love You

It’s been two years and you haven’t seen Leon since you died.

(Part I) (Part II)

Main character relations: Leon Kennedy x reader

Word Count: 5k (a little over)

Mentions of death, alcohol, cigarettes, pills, and depression. Angst with no comfort.

A/N: Didn’t see this coming did you? I didn’t either. I’ve been sad. Enjoy! @dargoww @xpipixd @azznina @ovrparty

“Don’t you dare!” Leon yelled at you while he held onto you for dear life. Your head was light and your vision was blurry while the ringing in your ears grew louder. It was a miracle you could hear him at all.

“Take the shot!” Was all you could manage to muster back up at him while you dangled in the air. The ocean is stirring in a fury below you, ready to take you under as soon as you let go. Your open wound makes it feel like you were being ripped in half and Leon wasn’t going to let go of you anytime soon.

It’s funny because the positions were supposed to be swapped. That’s what you saw in your nightmares all the time. Clinging to him for dear life and in the end he made the moral decision and let go. He sacrificed himself for the world over and over while you begged for any other outcome. It was your turn to make the moral decision, though.

“Leon.” You cooed as your eyes met his. “I’ll be okay.”

“No, dammit!” It came out through gritted teeth as tears streamed down his face. Has he been crying this whole time? “You’ve got Sydney and Bill to look after! You’ve gotta hold on!”

“Leon-.” You tried to fight with him as you let go of him.

“No, (Y/N)! I said no.” He took the shot and missed. Just missing Claire before he dropped the gun and grabbed your arm with his other hand. “There! I took the shot, I missed, now help me pull you up!” He begged you. He pleaded with you. He tries to tighten his grip on you as you begin to slip from his grasp.

“Please, Leon.”

“What about me? You can’t do this to me!” His voice breaking, “I need you! Like you, I can’t live a life knowing you aren’t out there!” You just beamed up at him as seconds felt like hours and your body begged for you to give up.

“Leon! (Y/N)! A little help!” You heard Claire yell from down below as her and her brother fired rounds of bullets trying to defend themselves from the supernatural-esque being attacking them.

“I trust you, Leon. Make the right decision.” You saw Leon’s mouth move and caught a glimpse of him going for his disregarded gun while you fell. Your body felt weightless as you began to plummet towards the solid ocean ready to greet you with open arms. Your eyes shut as you accepted the fate you had been dealt and as a sudden familiar warmth enveloped you.

Your eyes open as you sit up in your bed. Your eyes heavy as you rubbed them while your limbs ached. Your hand reached for the warmth of your husband. Bill groaned slightly as your hand gently rested on his shoulder. A little laugh left you as you brought yourself closer to him, holding him to your torso.

“Five more minutes.” He tried to barter with you.

“It’s nearly ten thirty, sweetheart.”

“It’s Saturday.”

“True, but you promised a certain nine year old a-.”

“Dad!” Sydney called for Bill before you could finish. Bill sighed as he turned to you while wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him.

“Do you think if we remain absolutely silent and still she’d forget?” He asked as he nuzzled into your neck and you let out an airy giggle.

“I highly doubt it.” You kissed the side of his face as the bedroom door opened.

“Dad! Wake up.” She demanded as she crawled into the bed and forced her way in between the two of you. “It’s almost-.”

Sydney was cut off by the sound of a loud fake snore coming from Bill as he shut his eyes. She was clearly irritated as she shoved him playfully, “Come on! You said that you’d take me out for dad and daughter day and mom said that the diner opens at eleven.” You wrapped your arms around her as you squeezed her tight.

“Your mom told you that?” Bill asked, opening his eyes and propping himself up to look at the two of you. A sight he’s convinced he would never get enough of. As much as he despised every fiber of Leon’s being, he was eternally grateful that he jumped into the water after you.

“I did.” You placed a kiss on Sydney’s cheek while she tried to pry away from you.

“Mom.” She whined in disgust while you laughed. “Not funny.” She pouted, breaking free from you and climbing off the bed.

“I love you too.” You said as you flopped on your back and looked at Bill.

“Get up, it’s time to go.” Sydney demanded as she walked out of the room leaving the door open behind her, “Let’s go!” You both laughed as you laid on your side and wrapped your arms around Bill’s neck.

“You heard her.”

“I did.” He placed a chaste little kiss against your lips while you smiled against his lips. “You should come.”

“It’s Ingrid’s birthday, remember? I’m taking her out to dinner and then probably drinks and then who knows what. Besides, before too long she’s not going to want a thing to do with daddy daughter time.”

Bill sighed, “I’m trying not to think about it.”

“I know, she’s growing up so fast. I don’t know what to do? She’s already starting to hate me.” You whined, knowing what was around the bend.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Yet.” Bill laughed and you shot him a playful glare, “I’m serious. I feel it coming.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“You can not say that. You never were a pre-teen girl.”

“That is true. Listen, I’ll talk to her today-.”

“No, you can’t! That’ll only make it worse.” Your laughter turned into a sigh, “I’ll just take it with a grain of salt.”

“Such a trooper.” He mocked as his hands snuck up your pajama shirt and grazed over the scar tissue causing you to shiver. “Are you okay?” He asked, his tone and posture changing to rigid and serious.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Your lips connected with his as you pushed the memories out of your head. His lips interlocked with yours and was hesitant at first, but then quickly kept up with you. He pulled you closer to him as one strong hand made its way between your shoulder blades and the other rested against your hip. He kept you in place while his tongue ghosted your bottom lip. He takes in your quiet little moan as his tongue slips into your mouth. Your grip on him tightens as you try to pull yourself closer to him. His mouth leaves yours regretfully and he trails down your neck. His name gets stuck in your throat and just as you mewl against him Sydney shouts for you.

“Mom! I can’t find my brush! Do you know where it is? Mom!” Bill groans against your skin and you try not to yourself.

“You better get ready.” You kiss his chin as you pry yourself away from him and stumble out of bed. Bill was quick to snap up and reached out for you; ready to catch you. You laughed and ushered him away with a shake of your hand, “I’m okay.” Walking was still difficult after two years.

It’s been two years and it’s hard to believe how far you’ve come. From the grave to the hospital bed to now, so much has changed. Ingrid retired last year, Chris and Claire started and worked for their own privately funded agency, and Leon worked with them for a while.

You grabbed Sydney’s brush from the breakfast bar and headed towards her room. You knocked on the door frame waving the brush in the air, “You going to let me brush your hair?” You hoped she would say yes that way you wouldn’t have to fight with her about it. She nodded as she went back to putting on miss matched neon colored socks. You smiled to yourself as you sat down next to her on her bed. “Face the door, please.” She did as she was told as you started to brush her hair. You hummed slightly as you tried to remain as gentle as possible with her.

“Mom?” She asked slowly, unsure if she should even ask the question in the back of her brain.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Do you believe in true love?” You laughed slightly as Sydney turned to look at you and she grew defensive.

“Of course I do.” You answered before she could back track, “Why? Do you have a crush?”

Her face turned bright red, “I do not!” You bit your cheek so you wouldn’t laugh. She was so easy to read and so adorable.

“It’s okay if you do. I’ve had a number of crushes.”

“You have?”

“A billion. I’ve fallen in and out of love a number of times.”

“But you have dad. There were people before dad?” You raised your eyebrows, unsure of how to answer that.

So you opted for a lie, “No one came close to your father.” You got up and grabbed a headband from one of her vanity drawers to match the somewhat mixed matched outfit she picked out. She was getting better at picking out her own clothes.

“When will I find something like that?” She asked as you put the headband behind her ears and fixed her hair.

“Not for a while.”

“How do you know?”

“Because when you really fall in love is when you grow older.”

“Is it complicated?”

“Sometimes.” You bit your lip not wanting to break her heart, “But, not really. You’ll know when you know.”

“Is Aunt Ingrid in love? She’s old.”

You laugh, “Tell you what, I’ll ask her tonight and I will tell you word for word what she says.” You kissed the top of her head before she headed out the door. You chuckled trying to keep this feeling of Leon from settling in your stomach.

Following her out you caught Bill in the hallway as he pulled you to his chest. He pushed you away and signaled for you to twirl as he held your hand above your head. You compiled before he pulled you back into his embrace and then dipped you, “My love.” He said before kissing you.

You giggle as he brings you up and kisses you again. You hold his hand gently as you walk into the living room. He squeezed it gently and let go as he went to grab his keys, “You ready to go, Sid?”

“Yeah.” She said as she tied her shoes.

“Can mom come?” You gave Bill a side eye.

“No. You said it would be just us like last time. You’d let me drink soda all day-.”

“I did. I forgot.” Bill said with an awkward little chuckle as he slipped on his shoes.

You glared at him, “Soda all day? No water?”

“Not a drop. Also unlimited candy at the movies.”

“Unlimited?” You pressed on as your glare grew sharper.

“Alright, that is enough, kid. You’re getting me in trouble.” You moaned in response as he set a hand on Sydney’s head, ruffling her hair. Messing it up. You sighed as you went over to her and fixed her head band. He kissed your cheek once you stood up. “What time will you be home?”

“Probably later than you, but hopefully not too late. You know Ingrid, never know what she’ll throw at you since she retired. So don’t wait up.”

“Alright. Have fun and be safe. Just a phone call away.”

“I know, I know. Same goes for you two. I don’t want to see you on the news.” You joked.

“Alright, Sid. Let’s head out.” He opened the door slightly and then shut it, “Give mom a hug first.”

Sydney wrapped her arms around you briefly, opened the door, and ran for the car. “Bye, love you!”

“Love you too.” You said with a sigh and a little smile. Bill kissed the corner of your cheek.

“Please be careful.” Your tone laced with the slightest hint of worry.

“We will.” He kissed the corner of your mouth and then peppered a little kiss on your lips, “I gotta go.”

“I know.” He parted from your side and went to unlock the car so Sydney could get in.

“Also, be sure to make sure she drinks one glass of water! Sneak a vegetable or two in there as well!”

“Yeah, yeah!” He replied as he opened the car door for Sydney and she climbed in. “Love you!” He shouted before getting in the driver's seat and shutting the door. “We are not doing that. One day isn’t going to kill us. Right?”He said as he turned to look at Sydney in the back seat.

“Right!” It was a victorious answer that fell from the mouth of a wide smile.

As Bill backed out of the driveway a bittersweet sigh leaves your lips. The house settles into quiet as you flop onto the couch and debate over if it was even worth it to pick up the remote. Unsure if you were able to stomach whatever the headline might be today. Depression settles in your bones as you groan and just lay down on the couch disregarding the remote.

You were tired. So unbelievably tired.

You slipped a hand under your shirt and grazed your fingers over the scar that you’ve had for two years. You’ve tried everything to get rid of it. Lotions and butters and special all natural balms. But it never left and you’ve gaslit yourself into believing that it was fading. You’ve thought about covering it, but with its awkward surface area you weren’t too confident on what to cover it with.

You know you should just learn to love it and all it stood for. The fact that you went out and fought for your family. You were an active part in trying to make the world a better place for your daughter. You stood your ground and took the fall for humanity.

But, it hurt. It hurts so much that you still actively dream about that day over and over; sometimes wishing that you would’ve just drowned. This life is everything you could’ve asked for and more than you thought you deserved.

You had a former career that genuinely helped people. You were good at it too. You were smart and were able to retire early. You made yourself into something you thought wasn’t possible.

You were a mother, something you never thought you had the strength to do. Sydney loved and adored you to the moon and back and you felt the same for her. If not more intensely. You may not be her biological mother, but she is your child and you would do anything for her a million times over. A parental unconditional love that you provided despite never truly experiencing it for yourself.

You had a husband that loved you so much that the moment you woke up he was on his knees thanking whatever higher power that was out there. A husband that loved you mind, body, soul, and beyond. That you betrayed every time you thought about the pit in your heart that had another’s name.

You groaned in frustration as you turned on your side. Whenever you weren’t occupied your thoughts always drifted back here. The pills and therapy sessions could only do so much. You could only take so much while constantly feeling like you were only half full.

So instead of fighting with yourself you opted for sleep. Shutting your eyes with a deep breath you hoped to dream of anything other than your death or Leon.

Hours had passed and you sat across from Ingrid at one of the bar tables. You were laughing at some lame joke you told her that you found hilarious that she thought was just stupid. But, your laughter was contagious as her head started to hurt from laughing so hard.

As you both quieted down you picked up your drink and took a sip, “Woo.” A sound of relief leaving your lips as you sit the drink back down, “So, tell me more about this mystery person.” You nudged her, hoping that the alcohol would loosen her up enough to finally spill the details she didn’t want you to know.

Ingrid laughed, “Well, let’s just say I think there might be a future.”

“Really?” You say with excitement, “I’ll have to tell Sydney then.” Ingrid raised an eyebrow as she brought her drink to her lips. You rolled your eyes with a little smile, “She was asking me today about love and asked if you were in love.”

“She did?”

“Mhm, I told her that it’s something you figure out with age,” you took a drink of your drink before starting again, “and she called you old.” You snickered and Ingrid let out a joking frustrated sigh.

“Thanks, kid.”

“She calls it like she sees it.” You laugh, your hand finding your knee.

“Hey!”

“Oh, come on, you don’t look a day over twenty-one.” You complimented her, hoping it eased some of that pain behind her joking exterior.

“Gee, thanks.” There was a pause while Ingrid took another drink. The anniversary of your death was around the corner and she was worried for you. She always was. Your friendship being one of the things she was glad remained after your retirement. You helped her through her own, it being something she didn’t think she would struggle so badly with. “So?” She asked.

“So?” It was your turn to raise an eyebrow as you sipped from the stronger than usual drink you’ve been nursing all night.

“You know.” She coaxed and you sighed. She had a million questions buzzing around in her head but settled on the easiest, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s your birthday and it’s been years-.”

“It’s only been two and neither of us are used to that sort of trauma, (Y/N).” She fought, “So, how are you really?”

“I’m fine…” It wasn’t a complete lie, “I’m hanging in there. I still dream about it- I did last night- but I’m going to a shrink and I talk with Bill about it. He helps a lot.”

“Mhm.” She moaned.

“What? He does. It’s hard for me to be completely open about it, y’know. There’s some things he doesn’t understand and there’s some things I’d rather he didn’t try to understand.”

“Mhm.” More emphasis on this moan and you just scoffed. “I’m just saying.” Silence settled between the two of you as you both nursed your drinks. “Does he know it was basically you and Leon the whole time?” She didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if she was tired of you hiding from it.

“No.”

“What about your little confession?”

“No. I don’t want to break his heart, Ingrid.” You sighed, “You saw the state he was in when he thought I was dead. I love him too much to break him like that.”

“I know,” Ingrid sighed, “but don’t you think you should tell him? Don’t you think it’s shitty of you to not?”

“I know it’s shitty, but it’s for the best. Honest. I love him and that’s all that matters.”

“I guess you’re right.” Ingrid finished her drink, “Have you talked to Leon since?”

You shook your head, “You?”

“From time to time. He-…” Ingrid hesitated on what exactly to say. She knew you weren’t stupid. She knew you weren’t going to leave Bill or Sydney; she knew the guilt and shame would eat you whole if you did. Although- she didn’t approve of you ever going back to Leon- she wondered if you’d be happier in Leon’s arms. If your smile would ever reach your eyes again and just as she went to finish her sentence he caught her eye, “Speak of the devil.”

“What?” You asked a little confused as you turned to face the door and your eyes immediately connected with his. Your face fell slightly as you remained in his gaze and your stomach started to spin. You quickly turned back around in your seat and looked at Ingrid. A flood of emotions devouring you as panic set into your features and Ingrid reached out to you.

“We can go.” She suggested quickly, not a fool to the events unfolding in front of her.

“What? No, no, no. It’s your birthday.”

“Yeah, but sometimes-.”

“This is home base for us, Ingrid. We are staying.” You were firm as you sent her a little assuring smile. “I am completely fine, okay?”

“Okay.” She stood up as her eyes found Leon, “I’m going to get another drink, you want anything?”

“Water, please. I’ve gotta drive us home and I think the bartender put one too many into the drink I had.” Ingrid nodded as she headed towards Leon and the bar.

She took a seat at the bar stool next to Leon, waiting for the bartender's attention.

“Happy Birthday.” Leon greeted her, not about to act like he didn’t know her.

“Thank you.” She turned on the stool and looked at him, “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay all things considered. You?”

“I’m good. All things considered.” He chuckled at her response. “What are you up to lately?”

“She avoiding me?” He asked, not even giving any thought to Ingrid’s question.

“You know the answer to that.”

“I know. I’ll take my leave.”

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” The bartender asked as he called for all of Ingrid’s attention.

“A rum and Diet Coke and a water, please.”

“You got it.” The bartender went to work as she looked back at Leon.

“Don’t leave on our account, Leon. We’ll be out of here soon. Besides, this might be your only chance to tell her.” She sent Leon a side eye, “She’s not leaving Bill.”

“I wouldn’t ask her too.” Leon sent a rare glare in her direction as the bartender set down Ingrid’s drinks.

“Put it on my tab.” Ingrid left Leon back at the bar as she smiled back to you. As she sat down, her seat still warm, she changed the subject, “So the kid wants to know about my love life?”

You laughed appreciating what she was doing.

“Yeah, so listen to this, she’s got a crush.”

“What? No!” You nodded and tried not to cackle.

You and Ingrid continued to talk while you tried to keep your staring problem out of it. You maintained a good energy and tried not to think too hard while Ingrid’s drink turned into another and another after that. When her words started to slur slightly you tried to keep water down her throat and get her something to eat. Ingrid wasn’t a loud drunk so noise wasn’t a problem, her trying to sit in your lap the whole night was tough. For someone who could be so rigid she sure was a touchy drunk that wanted nothing more than someone to hold her. You were happy to oblige as she was comforting and you needed comfort.

“Alrighty, missy. You stay in your chair, I’m going to go pay your tab.”

“What? No. I-I got it.” She went to grab her purse and as she fumbled for her wallet your hands found hers.

“No way in hell are you paying on your birthday. I got it.”

“But-.”

“Mine will be here before you know it.” You assured her as you pushed her back against the chair so she could rest. She was definitely spending the night on your couch.

“You’re a saint.”

“I know.” You smiled as you grabbed your wallet, “Stay here.” You headed towards the bar and as you squeezed your way through a group of guys you saw it. Leon’s arm was resting against the bar top while he chatted with his girlfriend. Your heart broke slightly as you smiled, genuinely happy he was moving on with his life. It’s all you’ve ever wanted for him.

You knew just about everything about the girl and you couldn’t have picked a better match. She was smart, sweet, and ridiculously kind hearted. Her smile lit up a room and she was easy going, fun, a nice breath of fresh air.

“Hey.” You said as you hit your card against the bar top. Grabbing the bartender’s attention you took your eyes off Leon while his eyes found your frame. “Paying for the birthday girls tab.” You gesture over to Ingrid sitting in her chair. Her head tossed back and looked like she was starting to fall asleep.

“Already been taken care of. Courtesy of the guy at the end of the bar.” Your eyes found Leon’s and you blinked, taking a long deep breath. Unable to stop the smile from your face as you opened your eyes. Exchanging gazes of sincere longing you just mouthed the words thank you.

“Alright, let me-.” You went to grab some cash but the bartender just raised his hand.

“Your money's no good tonight, ma’am. He took care of everything.” Your brows furrowed together as your lip quivered slightly.

“Alright. Thanks for the night.”

“Of course. See you next time.” He nodded and you turned and left to Ingrid.

“Come on, let’s get you to the couch, you old thing.” You snickered as you helped her up. Leon remained fixated on you while you walked out of the bar, nearly carrying your best friend.

“I’m not old.” Ingrid went to defend herself in her drunken state. She would feel it in the morning; no use in arguing with her.

“I know, I’m just teasing.” A short little laugh left you as you made your way to your car. Helping her into the back seat you shut the door and went to the passenger seat. You opened your glove compartment and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Those are-.”

“I know you tell me everytime I grab them. One every now and again isn’t going to kill me.” You defended yourself, “Take a load off for a minute, I’ll be right back.” You grabbed a lighter before shutting the door. You packed the cigarettes as you hit them against the heel of your palm. You stepped into the light of a street lamp and pulled one out and stuck it between your lips, shielding the end with one hand and lighting it with the other.

As you took a drag you closed your eyes. You wanted to go home. You missed home.

“You shouldn’t smoke.”

You jumped as your eyes focused on the man behind the scolding, “You have got to stop doing that.” You scolded him as your hand found your heart. He laughed and you couldn’t help but to smile. A smile that reached your eyes.

“Sorry.” He apologized before and awkward silence filled the parking lot. His charm never faded and your beauty never compared. His nerves started to bounce around in his stomach as he bit his lip. What was his plan again? Where was he going with this? He just followed you into the parking lot like a creep; it wasn’t supposed to be creepy.

“Thank you for paying for our drinks, you didn’t have to.” You broke the silence and Leon’s downward spiral into uncertainty.

“It’s her birthday, it’s the least I could do.” He looked at you with loving eyes. Those blue oases that would always take you captive.

“She thanks you too. A whole lot, even though tomorrow morning she’ll be cursing your name instead of her own.” You laughed and Leon snickered. Despite the night time air he felt warm. You made him feel warm.

“I know she will. Can always count on her to hold a grudge.”

“Oh yeah.” You agreed, taking a drag of your cigarette. “Big time.” Exhaling the smoke you quirked a little smile.

That awkward silence landed again as you continued to smoke. This would probably be the last time you spoke face to face with Leon Kennedy and regardless of all the things you wanted to say you couldn’t bring yourself to utter a word.

“How’s Sydney?” Leon broke the unbearable silence.

“She’s good. She’s growing up nice and strong. Strong willed, for sure. She’s entering her pre-teens and you know how that goes. She’s going to be my karma, I just know it. Bill’s become her favorite lately and I can feel her starting to hate me.”

“She won’t be that bad.” Leon assured you. That little girl talked his ear off about tigers for that short period of time two years ago. He found it hard to believe that the little girl who named a tiger after you at the zoo would ever hate you. “She’ll never hate you. Don’t see how anyone could.”

You chuckled at this as you put out the cigarette, “I could name a couple.”

“I couldn’t. I won’t.” You returned his smile.

“How are you doing, Leon. Genuinely.” You hoped the concern in your tone reached him.

“I’m doing the best I can.” It was true. It seems as if Leon was cursed with a difficult life. Plagued with always being so close but so far away from the embrace of a good and easy life. He almost had it once. He shrugged, “You?”

“I’m doing the best I can.” You returned his half assed answer as you put out your cigarette. Sighing you bit your lip unsure, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Dragging me out of the water. Getting me to the hospital. Saving me, Leon. Thank you.” Regardless of how it came out- and regardless of how sometimes you wished he hadn’t- you meant it. He saved your life, he gave you the gift of a second chance.

“I’d do it again. In a heartbeat.” He meant it. In a heartbeat he’d save you over and over again. As many times as you needed saving.

You nodded, assuming this conversation was over as you moved closer to your car.

“Why didn’t you call?” He finally asked, trying to piece together the little plan he had before he came out here.

“I couldn’t.” You said as you refused to face him. Why couldn’t this be like before? Where you fought and never spoke again? Why was it more complicated now?

“Why?” His tone slightly broke as you turned to face him. A tinge of that rookie cop being heard.

“Because, Leon…I couldn’t trust myself. I needed to be there for Bill, for Sydney. I had to be a wife and a mother.” His jaw clenched in frustration. It hurt, but he understood. He knew you made the right decision, the decision he wanted you to make, but that didn’t make it any less hard.

“I understand.” It isn’t what he wanted to say, but he figured it was the best thing to say.

“If it’s any consolation I wanted too. I really wanted to.” It hurt to admit, but you did so naturally. “Also, from what I saw in there it’s for the best that I didn't.” A sad smile found your face and he knew exactly what you were referring to. “I’m happy for you, Leon. It’s about time the hero finds happiness.” You laughed as you bit the inside of your cheek, “Do you love her?” He hesitated as you tilted your head with furrowed brows, hoping he couldn’t see your glassy eyes.

“In a way.” It hurt to admit, but he did love that girl in the bar. She helped ease the pain. She helped fill the void you left. “She’s not you.” The nasty taste of guilt settled on his tongue as he admitted it. She deserved more than this, he knew that.

“I understand.” You did all too well. Bill wasn’t him. “Love takes time and effort, but it’s worth it. It always is.” Leon bit his lip as you began to think out loud, “Do you think we ever get it right? Do you think we ever work it out?” You couldn’t stop the tears anymore as you sniffed. You rub your eye as you try to gain some type of control over it.

“I hope so, god damn do I hope so.” He wants to reach for you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to tell you he loves you. He always has and always will. But he doesn’t. He keeps his distance, he remains feet away from you, he does what he thinks is best. He sniffs, “Trying not to love you is so damn difficult.”

A broken little laugh leaves you and he returns it. This wasn’t funny, but what else could you do? Neither of you wanted to cry anymore.

As your sad laughter ceased with a sad sigh he admitted, “I won’t ever stop.”

“I know.” You sniffed and nodded, “I know all too well.” Nothing between you and Leon was ever one sided. “I’ve gotta get her home.” You gestured to your car, knowing that if you didn’t start moving you’d end up in his arms.

“Yeah. You better.” He agreed as he backed away from you. Knowing that if he got any closer he would be done for.

“Bye, Leon.” As you climbed into the driver's seat, trying not to slam the door behind you. You rested your head against the steering wheel exhausted. Who knew getting a sense of closure could be so draining?

You bite your lip hard as you try to keep back sobs. The truth was true love doesn’t always work out. True love was incredibly painful and yet you wouldn’t exchange a single moment with Leon. You’d do anything for him.

“Bye, (Y/N).” Leon tried to shrug off the depression he felt as he shoved his fists into his jacket pockets.

He knew you were trying to make this easy. He knew that you meant well. He wanted more though. One last hug, one last kiss, one last ‘I love you’. He wouldn’t get it and he knew he shouldn’t ask for it. He wanted to go back, he wanted to run to that altar and apologize for being late. He wanted to make you his wife, he wanted to fall asleep and wake up next to you each morning, he wanted to parent Sydney right beside you.

You refused to break the heart of another you loved and he wasn’t going to blame you. Bill showed up and as much as he hated to admit it, he was right for you. He was a good man and he wouldn’t spare any expense when it came to your happiness. He was there and he could continue to provide for you. Most importantly he loved you, and that’s all Leon wanted for you. Someone who loved you and cherished you just as he had.

As he approached the door he turned and watched you drive away. Your voice rang in his ears as he replayed your confession from two years ago: ‘I still love you.’

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Highschool AU

Leon Kennedy X Reader

Part 2

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You and Claire arrived a little early at the venue, but sooner, Wesker and his friends arrived shortly after.

"Chris?" Claire said when Chris entered the hotel lobby where we waited for the event to start. "Claire, what are you doing here?" Chris asked as he put an arm above Claire's shoulder.

"Oh! Y/n! I missed you!" Chris said as he pulled away from Claire and squeezed you into a tight hug. "Chris! I missed you too, but, geez, I can't breathe." You squeak out as Chris broke the hug with a chuckle.

"Same old y/n." He said smiling towards you, you smiled back and punched his bicep. Chris haven't been in the class lately since he's one of the best athletes in the school, he's been in a competition for the past week.

"Hey! You said you have a football practice!" Claire said and pinched Chris's ear, making Chris winced in pain. "I never thought you were invited too!" Chris said, making Claire pinch harder before letting go. You laughed at the scenario before you.

"Well, where's Luis?" You heard a voice beside you and felt a presence too. "At his home." You replied, looking up at the person who asked. You smiled sweetly at him as you held tighter at the gift that you prepared for Rebecca.

"Why didn't he come?" Leon asks, making you raise your eyebrow. "He wasn't invited." You answered. He smiled at your reaction.

"He could've been your plus one." He said as he pointed at the gift bags you have before opening his hands, signalling you to give him the bags so that he can carry it. You smiled more as you gave him the gifts.

"Is that allowed? Though, it doesn't matter. He would just feel awkward since he's not close with you guys." You replied as you put the handles of the bag in his hand, your skin tingling at the sensation of your skins touching each other.

"True enough." He agreed with your statement.

"Wesker, we should take photos." You said to Albert, he agreed to it, and you guys went into the fancy chair. You and claire we're sitting on one single sofa who's side by side to each other while Albert, Chris, Steve, Carlos, Ethan, and Leon are

Soon after, Jill arrived with Ashley, and photo taking started again until it's time to go up in the main event of the night.

The event started with a grand entrance of Rebecca wearing a fancy gown. More greetings and messages from her parents were followed by dinner, games, and dancing.

"Come on!" You said at Leon as you try to pull him at the dance floor, Chris and the others are now on the dance floor. Only you and Leon are left, but you only let yourself fall behind because you were waiting for Leon.

"I-I don't know how to dance!" He said with a shy smile and his hand above his nape.

"What do you mean you don't? You're good at it!" You said as you now have complete control of him as you pulled him towards the crowd.

You've seen him dance before because of a school project, plus your play has a dance too, so basically, you already danced together, and he was unexpectedly good at it. He was just a shy boy.

He was awkward at first and was very shy, but you tried not to make him feel awkward by dancing more and feeling yourself. You made him feel that you would never judge him, so he felt comfortable after a few seconds and started to dance with you.

"Leon! Y/n!" Chris said as he was dancing his way towards you guys as he tried not to push other people away. He was followed by Ethan, who seemed to be very happy at the moment. He was enjoying it.

"Chris!" I said as we both danced together and laughed. The others have now started to come towards you guys as you guys dance along to the beat of the music.

Chris was suddenly doing a sexy dance to Leon, Chris hands holding Leon's shoulder as his body rolled. Rebecca seems to notice it as she walks over us to see it closer, Claire seems so proud of his brother while she takes a video of him.

Leon was trying not to laugh as he put up a disgusting face and pushed Chris away from him. Chris tried to do the same to Wesker but Wesker raised a fist as warning making Chris laugh and went to Carlos instead and there they did body rolls together as if they're at a gay bar or something.

The party ended almost 11 PM at night already, and now you and your friends are in a circle while standing in the middle of the venue, deciding where to do the after party, they say. Where the real fun begins.

"My apartment is near here, we could go there." You said as you tried to keep yourself in a balance. Your body is tired while your legs feels like giving up already, especially your feet, since you're wearing a heels and your feet are probably about to bleed.

"You sure? Wouldn't we be too loud?" Ethan asked as Wesker agreed with Ethan's worried question. "Walls are thick enough there, and I'm pretty sure." You answered with a shrug as you cross your arm above your chest.

"Well? Come on, let's go!" Chris exclaimed with excitement on his voice.

As you all went down to the lobby with the use of the elevator, you took your heels off when you felt like you're beginning to stumble because of it. You guys took more pictures at the lobby where the grand staircase is before going out of the building and calling a cab.

You guys need to group each other to fit in the car. You're with Jill, Claire, and Steve. You guys, we're the first one to take the car where the others will follow soon after they have a cab.

You arrived home with others of your friends following you, soon after Leon and the others knocked on your door. You stayed in call with Leon while they're on their way to your apartment, just in case they got lost or anything.

When they got here, they have the alcoholic beverages and some snacks too. "Let the party begin!!" Chris said, holding up two big bottles of tequila."WOOOO!" You ang the others cheered him up as he opened it and started pouring the shot glasses you prepared for all of you.

The drinking session started, and you all have your own world here. Jill, Carlos, Claire, and Steve are talking at the other side of the sala while Chris, Ethan, and Leon are on the other side as You and Wesker prepared the drinks and everything else.

"So, who's your first crush inside the classroom?" Chris asked us one by one after you and Wesker settled down to the living room.

They take turns answering the question until it's your turn to speak. "How about you, Y/n? Even though you're dating someone already, it's just a crush! You too, Leon." Chris said, pointing at you and Leon. You looked at Leon, but he was looking at Chris while smiling. He was definitely tipsy.

You gulped and tried to smile it away. "I can't say it." You said while smiling sheepishly, which Chris got the hint already. That your crush is inside this room.

"Oh! Your crush is in here! Never mind then." Chris said and moved on, walking towards the others.

"Wait, in here too?" Leon asked, confused but more likely tipsy, so he was smiling.

"Yeah, I'll tell you later.." You said to him, You will definitely try to confess your feelings and take this opportunity to get rid of it. Since you thought that confessing it will help you lose your feelings.

Couple shots later and some other alcoholic beverages, you feel yourself becoming tipsy as you find yourself sitting in the middle of Ethan and Leon on your sofa.

Ethan was obviously drunk now, who's out of himself and busy with his phone. He's probably texting his girlfriend, Mia. While you and Leon are into deep talks right now.

You found yourself talking to Leon about his relationship problems, which you never thought that it was really deep.

"She was cheating on me.. I found a letter in her room, last time I came over to her house and she said in the letter that.. She cheated in purpose. " You were left speechless about it. You never thought that Ada would cheat on him. They've been together for 3 years and more.

"A-and despite what she did.. I still came back to her, like a dumbass I am." He said as his head hanging low.

"Damn.. I never knew." After all he shared to you this night, that's all you can mutter out of your lips.

You definitely feel a deep sorry for him. He didn't deserve any of it. He was a good boyfriend to her and always tries his best, but he still ended up getting cheated on. Leon blamed himself for what happened. He said that he treated her badly in their relationship, but you both know to yourselves that he didn't deserve it.

"How would you know? Didn't share it with anyone but Ethan." He said, looking over to Ethan, who looks like about to pass out, then looking into your eyes. You both stared down to each other as if there's something you guys wanted to say to each other.

Sooner his eyes drop down to your lips and stared at it for a bit before looking away. It felt like he took away your breath, you can feel your heart beat going crazy as you tried not to breath deeper than normal since he can definitely feel it if you do.

You didn't know that your life is about to change that night.

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an ada fanfic is in the works you guys 🧏🏾‍♀️‼️ dunno if i’m gonna finish it though LMAO AND its smut lol

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Leon: Okay, I've come up with a three step plan to get Ada to marry me.

Hunnigan: ...I'm listening.

Leon: Step one, get her to play truth or dare.

Hunnigan: Stop.

Leon: Step two, wait until she picks dare.

Hunnigan: No.

Leon: Step three, dare her to marry me.

Helena, yelling from the other room: It could work!

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Within Session .Part Four.

Hey there cuties, glad to finally post another part of Within Session! This fanfic consist of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter does not contain any 🔞 material. This story will contain +18 content (NSFW) in the near future 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit. This story will eventually hit that point so don’t set yourself up.

Summary

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. We're getting closer to the nitty gritty of the story. Hope y'all like this bit slice of life before shit gets fucked up. Expect the next part to be out around in two weeks.

Hope y'all enjoy the forth part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One , Part Two, and Part Three of Within Session

Cherish These Moments

Silence soon settled into the office when Leon departed out of the room after the conclusion of his session. Typically, the end of the day consists of reflecting on each session into notes. These notes along with legal documentations and insurance sheets are submitted to your supervisor every day. Now alone in the office, you were seated at your desk, hastily typing on the keyboard while staring at the computer screen to complete these synopsis to turn in so you can leave for home. It was tedious work after consulting a number of clients throughout the day, which compelled you to finish these tasks immediately following the last client. As much as you loved your job, required work tasks such as these were mundane and annoying.

At this time, you were well aware the sky was already night outside due to it being the middle of winter. The drive home was always more extensive than you would like to admit due to the snow that has accumulated over the roads, and as a Texan, you were not well versed in driving in these conditions. People back home would swear up and down hell froze over if an inch of snow touched Texas soil, but snow was an ordinary occurrence in the Midwest, especially in Omaha, Nebraska.

Eventually, you complete all the necessary notes after 40 minutes and send them through an encrypted email to your supervisor. A groan escapes your lips as you stretch up from your desk chair, standing after being seated for most of the day. With the documents and signature sheets in one hand, you turn to your chair to pull off your oversized coat from the back of your chair.

“Fucking finally, I’m out this bitch,”You mutter in a whisper to yourself, stepping out the office and turning to lock the door. In tip-toed steps to quiet the clacks of your heels in the hallway, you reach a few doors down to slide in the documents and signature sheets in a plastic wall file holder. Now, walking in the opposite direction, you head towards the entrance of the building. While the steps of your heels echoed, you swung the oversized wool trench coat around the back of your body to stuff your arms in the sleeves. At the sight of your own red blazer and form fitting skirt, an involuntary huff resonates from within as you recall Leon’s stare upon your outfit, his sly remark and odd begrudging attitude when he first notices your attire.

“Dude’s weird…”

You simply shrug, tightening the sash to keep your oversize coat wrapped around your body as you brace to trudge cautiously in this godforsaken weather. Upon opening the entrance door of the building, the penetrating cold immediately stings your skin. Among the rows of cars in the parking lot of the building, you instantly locate your car that was slightly covered in flurries. Your baby- a cherry colored 1986 Nissan 300zx with turbo and T-tops that was bestowed to you as a parting gift from your father. This car was a part of your life since childhood, the memories of riding in the passenger seat while the t-tops were off impeded as staple moments you cherished.

Around the parked cars of the parking lot, you scurry towards your car, nearly slipping the process. Once inside your car, you turn the ignition on with the turn of your key, allowing the car to warm up. Thoughts of Leon invade your mind once more as you rest back on the driver's seat. During the session, you notice his attempted subtle glances and him anatomizing your figure. While Leon was fairly attractive, you hope this was not a recurring thing in future sessions, or he might have to be referred to another therapist. Violating boundaries and etiquette as a therapist could cost your career, and all the endeavors you endured in the past would be in vain for a man. ‘Not fucking worth it.’

With that last thought, you shift the gear into drive, steering the car cautiously out the parking lot of the USSTRATCOM headquarters to proceed home. Through desolate roads, you navigate in ceaseless fall of sleet during nighttime, ultimately arriving an hour later in front of an old Victorian house. Once your car is parked on the side of the street, you venture towards the entrance of the house from your car.

The Victorian house was renovated into two apartments, the upstairs and downstairs into their own sections. Along with a roommate, you rented the upstairs section of the house that consisted of two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small living room and kitchen.

With your belongings in hand, you unlock the door to your upstairs apartment, making your entrance known to your roommate.

“Daddy’s home!”You holler upon opening the front door in amusement.

From the kitchen, a head peeped out to reveal your roommate, a 19 year old Mexican kid from California, Mateo. At this point of living six months with him, he became like a little brother to you, although you never understood why a profound kid like him lived in this city.

His caramel colored eyes peered from behind the wall, narrowing at you across the room before he visibly rolled his eyes. Mateo steps from the kitchen, clearly shaking his head at you as he glances disappointedly at your attire,”Ay pendeja, there you again, wearing a skirt in the middle of winter…” he exhales, walking towards you at the entrance.

In response to him, you shut the front door with a sly grin, loosening the sash of your wool trench coat to further reveal your attire. “Hey! I already had a new client today ogle at my outfit today! I don’t need you to say something…” You protest, walking past Mateo to set your belongings down on the couch in the living room.

A snicker can be heard from Mateo as he strides by your side,”Oh, they assigned you a new client today? And they were looking at your outfit?”He questions, crossing his arms.

You nod, sighing in the process,”Yeah, they assigned a new client today on short notice, but I don't mind having new cases. Just this new client… he kept glancing at me during the session with this certain gaze. I don’t want to already form an impression based on the first intake session of a client, but I don’t know. And my friend who is a colleague of his recommended me…”

While Mateo was intrigued by this revelation, he raised his eyebrows at you,”Oh, well is he cute?”He asks with a grin on his face, obviously to fuck with you.

There was a momentary pause from you as you huff in annoyance,”Well yes, he is extremely cute…but I don’t want to think about a client in that way,” You continue, providing a playful glare to the brunet beside you.

“What’s his name?” Mateo inquires again, resulting in your eyes to narrow at him in suspicion.

“Leon,”You simply answer, unsure where he was going with this conversation.

“Oh shit, his name sounds hot. What does he look like?” He chuckles with a cunning smile.

A perplexed expression forms on your face, shaking your head to his inquiry about your attractive client. At this moment, you kick off your heels before you plunge onto the couch despite wearing your work attire, allowing the cushions of the couch to engulf your body into a state of ease. “Mateo… I was trying to describe my day at work to you, not for you to devise a plan to fuck my client. I know you, Mateo. The dude seems broken enough,”You relent, peering at Mateo from the couch.

From Mateo, an audible gasp escapes his mouth followed by a guilty grin,”Me? I would never… Anyways… I have something you might like but you wanna come home all snarky.”

You instantly prop yourself on your elbows while laying back on the couch,”Aww, you got me something? Show me!” You demand, watching Mateo briefly leave the side of the couch before returning by your side to gently smack your face with a plastic cover. As stunned as you were, your eyesight instantly unblurs to reveal the hard case cover for Halo 2, directly in your face.

With a drop of your mouth, you direct your attention up to Mateo as he stands beside you while you lay the couch,”No fucking way, you bought me the new Halo?”

Mateo retracts the game case from your face while he smiles proudly at your reaction,”Yes! I was thinking we would invite the guys over after work on Friday for a little party… Do you have anything planned for Friday night?” He asks curiously.

A seething sound emits from your mouth as you recall plans for Friday night,”Damn, I promised Hunnigan I’d join her for some late night bingo,” You inform Mateo, forming a pout on your lips.

To your answer, Mateo merely shrugs while waving the game case with his hand as if he was enticing you,”It’s your call, or you can get your little bingo dauber and bet money you will no doubt lose,” He expresses with smugness.

You pout, contemplating how you will spend your Friday night,”But I want to spend time with my girl, Hunnigan… Fine, I will reschedule with her for a dinner date or something…Only because I want to beat ass in that game!”You huff, raising yourself from the cushions of the couch to sit up.

By leaning over the other side of the couch, your hand reaches inside your purse to pull out a pink Motorola flip phone. Upon flipping the phone open, you immediately press buttons to dial the phone number of Hunnigan. Several rings pass until you hear a familiar feminine voice,”Hey, are you okay?” Her voice responds. A guilty sensation blooms in your chest, you were timid to cancel plans with her. Seconds pass by, you seem to have paused longer than you should.

“Are you calling about Leon? Did the session go okay with him?” Hunnigan then asks on her end, her voice consisting of a slight concern.

“Ah no, it’s not about that. Something actually came up on Friday… I was wondering if I can join you for bingo another time…” You finally answer in a nervous tone.

A light giggle can be heard through the phone,”It’s fine, we can schedule another bingo date some other time.”

You sigh in relief, clutching the cell phone to your ear,”Sweet, maybe a dinner date in the city? It’ll be my treat…”

“Definitely…Well, I have to be at the headquarters building early in the morning. Let’s speak later about it another time,” Hunnigan then gently remarks.

“Sounds good! Goodnight, Hunnigan!” You beamed before ending the call, clamping the flip phone shut. With a cheesy grin, you whirl your torso to Mateo, who is leaning against the couch,”She was okay with it…so party on Friday? Maybe we can make it a recurring thing on the weekends with the guys…” You suggest while nodding.

Mateo chuckled at your proposal,”Maybe…” he simply states.

A smile formed on your lips now that there was something to look forward to on the weekends. However, you would have to persevere through the remaining days of the week, especially with the last client on Friday.

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What is Happening to Me (Part 15)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 1,673 Contains: Whump, Angst, Death.

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Leon had already scooped you up into his arms, making another 2 of the suppressants. One for if you need it again and another for the BSAA's Lab. Your arms were wrapped around his neck to help hold yourself up in his arms, not wanting to be heavy for him to carry. Leon didn't mind, you were light enough to carry comfortably for a long distance. One of the reasons he made sure he was strong was to carry anyone if need be, especially you.

Making your way back down in the elevator Leon walks down the stairs to ground level and walks you out of the building. Taking you all the way through the town back to the car you had driven here.

"What happened?" The Sargent in charge asked as he followed you to the car.

"We were attacked by the man in the picture. He's dead, L-Pill from what it looked like." Leon explains as he opens the passenger side of the vehicle and places you gently on the seat. He straps you in and closed your door. "I will be sending the BSAA here to collect anything from the labs we found, your men are to stay posted until further orders are given to you." Leon says walking around to the drivers side and hops in. Before closing the door he stops and looks to the Sargent. "You and your men have done well."

With that he closed the door, starts the car and takes off towards the facilities. "Hang on, okay?" Leon says flicking a quick glance at you then resting a hand on your lap. You open your eyes and give him a weak smile, you could still feel the effects of whatever you had been injected with. Your limbs wouldn't move at your will and your chest felt like a child of 5 was sitting on it. "I'll be fine..." You say before you let your eyes close once again.

Hunnigan had contacted the hospital on the BSAA grounds, they probably thought you all couldn't handle yourselves or something. Two admitted within hours of each other? Very unlucky. They were waiting for his arrival, hopping out of the car he races around to unbuckle you and pull your limp body from the car. He didn't know when you had passed out, but you had been out since he asked if you were still with him 3 minutes ago.

He placed you on the stretcher and he gives the description as well as both the syringes he had acquired. Explaining one is for the lab and one if for if they need to use it on her, still not sure what was pulsing through your veins or taken host in your body yet. Standing alone in the hallway now Leon felt his legs finally go weak under him, the adrenaline leaving his body. Making his way towards Chris' room he walks in and flops down on the seat beside Chris' feet. He leans forwards, head in his hands as he rest his elbows on his knees. His friend and lover were in this hospital, far from home. Leon sits there, in the same position for about 10 minutes, it didn't feel like that long. Your form, limp in his arms and screams kept replaying in his minds eye and ears.

"What's wrong with you?" Croaked one Chris Redfield, having been watching Leon beside his feet for probably the passed 30 seconds.

Leon was startled from his thoughts, head lifting up to reveal red, wet eyes. Not realising himself that he had been crying. This however caused a tightness in Chris' chest and looked around the room for you, there was no way Leon would be crying over him. "Where's (Y/N)?" Chris asked. Looking directly at Leon who wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve, leaning back in the chair he was in. Not daring to look at Chris. "Leon.."

"She was injected with some kind of virus or parasite." He explained. Chris just kept his eyes on Leon. "She... Is here now. Hopefully they can help her, but I don't know if they can or even will be able to find a cure in time."

"Don't say that..." Chris didn't want to believe it, but Leon was just preparing himself for the worst.

Silence sat between the two men for a while. Chris still feeling groggy from the after effects of the Plaga being in his system, Leon still going through all the possibilities of what was going to happen to you. Leon did, however, speak up after a while. Filling Chris in on what they had found, that a Plaga had in fact been inside of him, and the possible reasons for the attacks here. The man probably responsible was now dead, wanting to seemingly get revenge on you for destroying everything he had worked for. It seemed stupid, only to kill himself in the end, not knowing whether he had done any harm to you or not.

-----*4 Hours Later*-----

Chris had been taken off the vaccine for the Plaga, his bloods coming back to show he was completely cleared of the parasite. Nurses and doctors had been coming in to get him prepared for air lifting him home to the United States. That way he could heal on familiar ground. Leon was sitting off to the side on a couch along the wall, slouching back his arms were crossed over his chest. Chris was sitting up, watching Leon as his head would bob forwards, then back up as he tried to keep himself awake. Adjusting himself every so often and shaking his foot to try keeping himself awake.

A Doctor walks into the room causing Leon to become alert, thinking he had come in for Chris once again. He started to get comfortable before his name was called rather than Redfield's. Both of them perk up, Leon standing to his feet.

"Mr. Kennedy, could I talk to you outside for a moment?" The Doctor asked, the look in his eyes told Chris and Leon something was wrong.

"No, I want to hear what you have to say. I am close with her as well." Chris piped up, both Leon and the doctor looking to him.

The doctor inhales deeply and crossed his hands in front of his pelvis. "Alright." Looking down to the space between him and Leon he was silent for but a moment before speaking. "We did everything we could."

"No.. You're just.." Leon had a smirk, his head shaking. "You're playing a joke on me.. Right?" Leon lets out a nervous laugh, looking to Chris who had started to sit at the edge of his bed.

"I wish I were, Mr. Kennedy. She succumbed to the internal damage the initial injection had caused."

"I want to see her." Leon demands, he still didn't believe what this man was saying. Chris had made his way to stand beside Leon, a hand being placed on his shoulder, squeezing tight to try and ground the man in denial.

"I'm afraid we can't let you do that. Her body is currently in quarantine."

"I don't care! I want to see her!" Leon wasn't showing physical aggression towards the doctor, he knew he was only doing his job. Chris lowering his head as he placed his other hand on Leon's second shoulder.

"Leon, sit down." Chris starts to guide his friend backwards towards the lounge he was seated in before.

"I can't..!" Leon's words were cut off by a sob jerking his chest. "Oh god.." He flops onto the lounge when he felt it against his calves.

"I've got him. Will we be able to take her body home with us?" Chris asked, a hand rubbing at Leon's upper back as he once again leant forwards on his knees.

"Again, I don't know if that's possible. With her body still not confirmed contagious or not, we wouldn't be allowed to have her body travel with others present."

Chris gives a nod. "Thank you.."

"You will also be allowed to leave any time from now, Mr. Redfield."

Chris just gives another silent nod and the doctor stays for a few seconds longer, then turning and leaving the room to give them both privacy. "Leon?" Chris was gentle with his words, he knew the guilt he must be feeling right now. Chris had also lost so many people he cared about. But never had he lost his love.

Leon's face had flushed of all it's colour, sitting up and back against the couch Chris could now see he was in shock. As if on queue Hunnigan was calling in Leon's left ear. Chris saw his hand go to reach for his ear but let it drop back to his side. Removing the earpiece Chris places it in his own, answering the call.

"Leon! You haven't given me any updates for 4 hours now!" Hunnigan stressed on the other side of the line.

"This is Chris Redfield."

"Chris? Where is Leon and (Y/N)?"

Chris looks to Leon who was still pale, staring off into the distance, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Leon is here beside me. We just received news that (Y/N) died from internal injuries caused by the parasite." There was silence on the other side of the line, then the sound of frantic typing.

"Have either of you confirmed this with your own eyes?" She asked still typing away.

"No. Her body is in quarantine and they won't allow us to see her."

"What? That's not.." She goes silent, thinking for a moment. "Thank you, Chris. Send Leon home as soon as possible."

Chris frowned at this order, he wasn't even given time to grieve before being sent home for briefing. "Copy." Then the line goes dead. Removing the earpiece he placed it in Leon's hand. "She wants you to come home as soon as you can."

Leon only nods. He didn't even hear what Chris had said, his body had just gone into autopilot.

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