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“Sterile labs?” Piers echoed, turning his head to look at Leon. He was grinning, and lifted both eyebrows in exaggerated question. “Did you finally get thrown into too many walls? Most of those places are full of gore and blood and shit.”
“True,” Leon agreed easily, a little distracted by the charming smile. Piers’ smile had turned a little crooked after China, after the biggest scar on his face had split his face down from his forehead almost to his chin. Leon had always thought Piers looked gorgeous no matter what. He couldn’t dwell on that now, though, so quickly Leon shook himself from his thoughts. “Five bucks says that I’ll find the sample first.”
“That all you can afford on your government salary?” Piers shot back immediately. “Make it fifty.”
--
Or, what happened five months earlier.
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for the drabble meme, how about 37 and nivannedy? :3
Sure!! Not quite NSFW hehe but a little suggestive ;)
Leon shivers as Piers sucks a mark into exposed curve of his throat, his breaths coming in sharp pants with every glide of Piers' warm tongue and the barely-there scrape of teeth. He can't stop a groan when Piers nips at his collarbone, hands flexing where Piers holds them securely above his head. His entire body feels like a live wire, sensitive and warm with the buzz of alcohol, cool air washing over his bare chest from the half-open window. In the dark, all he can feel is Piers; hear the raspy hitches of his own breath and the wet noises coming from Piers' mouth, and it's almost more intoxicating than the booze.
Piers bites down, and Leon gasps, heart fluttering when Piers pulls back to press a messy kiss to his lips before lifting his head to meet Leon's eyes. His face is impassive, and Leon grins lazily, shifting his hips where Piers has them straddled.
"The guy at the party," Piers mutters, voice low, and Leon suppresses a shudder. "I didn't like him."
"Which guy?" Leon tries, but Piers dips down to his neck again and his voice breaks. His lips ghost over the edge of Leon's jaw.
"He was flirting with you."
"Mm."
He can hear Piers breathing in his ear, a tingle of electricity running down his neck that makes him moan.
"I didn't like him."
"J-jealousy doesn't suit you."
"You're mine." Piers' voice is dark, heavy, and something in Leon's stomach uncoils, his hips bucking unconsciously as Piers begins to kiss a path down his throat and chest.
"Piers-"
"I love you," Piers murmurs, eyes as sharp as the wicked grin that stretches across his face. "You're mine."
Leon smiles.
"Show me."
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Leon and Piers as they're gonna appear in one of my upcoming fics!! Playing around with materials and I like how they came out!
#experiment fic question mark exclamation mark?!#my art#nivannedy#resident evil#idk why it blurred like that
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So far, so good with my Whumptober Goals.
Legend of Zelda so far:
Legend of Zelda: Sands of Time 1/3 - “Calling to You (My Safety Net)”
In which the call of Link's new home proves stronger than common sense or years of experience. Mistakes are made.
Legend of Zelda: Revalink One-Shot - “Almost a Memory”
Link wasn't sure what the Hero from a hundred years ago would have done, but he was confident that he could have dodged that arrow.
Legend of Zelda: Malon/Link Gen/Pre-Relationship One-Shot - “In the Cold Light of the Moon”
After Termina, nothing fits quite like it should and Time marches on even as Link wishes it wouldn't.
Legend of Zelda: BotW Gen ½ - “Riding the Lightning”
The Yiga were either very lucky or were competent for a change. It didn't matter. Either way, Link was about to have a bad day.
Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors Gen ½ - “So Far to Fall”
When the small child with the Spirit of the Hero entered the battlefield, Link had no plans on getting attached to the feral brat. He swore to protect him, to keep him safe, but that was supposed to be the end of it.
Now trapped and wounded with the young hero crying in front of him, Link realized far too late that he had failed.
Resident Evil so far (Leon-focused):
Resident Evil: Nivannedy One-Shot - “Falling for You”
Leon Kennedy goes missing in another dark mansion in the middle of another dark forest.
This was why Leon insisted to Piers that their honeymoon take place on a sunny beach somewhere.
Resident Evil: Metaltango One-Shot - “In Our Time of Dying”
Leon's initial toast to his dead lover had been a little premature.
His second toast, water instead of vodka, was somehow even less satisfying.
Resident Evil: Nivannedy ¼ “Singing My Requiem”
Just yesterday, the top item on Leon's "Worst Way to Die" list had seemed obvious. Becoming a BOW, of course.
Yesterday was a very, very long time ago, and the silence gave Leon far too much time to think and reconsider.
Resident Evil: Vendetta Gen One-Shot - “Losing My Religion”
For Leon S. Kennedy, surrounded by death and betrayal, hope was a thing with razor-sharp wings.
Resident Evil: Nivannedy ¼ - “Murphy’s Law”
When trapped in a cave-in, no matter how bad the situation was, never think that it couldn't get worse.
Really, Leon Kennedy should have known better. It can always get so, so much worse.
#whumptober 2023#my fics#nivannedy#hw!link#re gen#loz gen#metaltango#leon s kennedy is a burnt cinnamon roll#ganlink#malonxlink#all the whump#i have variety so far
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Last Line Challenge!!!
rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
i was tagged by the talented @alvivaarts !!! thanks so much for thinking of me <3
since i emerged from my long dormancy, i don’t know a large amount of people i know to be active buttttt i will try tagging @sinnabum45 [been loving your recent narumitsu], @californiatowhee [ditto bestie], @silvercap [art or writing?], and @thebrandywine [i mean i’d tag you in this post anyway, so….]. feel free to ignore if this ain’t your thing~~~
anyways here’s a page of preliminary sketches for a comic based on @thebrandywine ‘s [pull me under], a nivannedy mermaid au fic that has given me brainworms (told you i’d be tagging you in regardless, mav)
i don’t usually share at this stage because it’s all very rough and i only need it to make sense to me, which is why there are like… stick figures and also why I just freely write and draw over other writings and drawings. and i’m not sure this will go all the way to a finished state, if all these panels will make it, and if they will be in this order (i’ve already changed some things up…). like right now i am sort of unhappy with the sameness of all the head shots but … we’ll see, we’ll see.
also if all the pen scratches and scribbles didn’t give it away, this is done traditionally, mostly to force myself to just restart something that’s not working rather than attempting to noodle with it endlessly, which is a pitfall I can fall into with digital sketching. i really should not have used this particular ink tho, it has shimmer and it was clogging my pen something fierce x.x
#resident evil#mermaid au#pmu fanart#wip#my sketchbook#sorry if i didn’t tag you and you wanted to be tagged i never know who to bother#sorry if i tagged you and you did not want to be tagged i am bad at this!#also i am very tired if you don’t hear from me until march tbh do not be surprised#its so funny to me i got caught red handed drawing mermaids AGAIN#i swear i do other things#don’t i?#i must#i have a list here of things to do and mermaids isn’t even on it#how did this happen to me
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20 Questions for Fic Authors
@catgirladjacent tagged me! and i like to infodump! let's go!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
97 including some that are under pseuds, though I did orphan a few once I started fixating on Resident Evil more fully. I was embarrassed lmao
2. What is your AO3 wordcount?
865,796 o__o
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Resident Evil exclusively now!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
don't worry about this one cuz it's under a pseud lol
[every picture tells a story], 387 kudos
[lantern], 376 kudos
broken machine, 356 kudos
[the quality of mercy], 332 kudos
5. Do you respond to comments?
I do!!! more often than not it's just with some emojis now lol but i relish and treasure every single comment i get
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
oh, this one has yet to be published :) don't worry! <3
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
hmm... probably Two Cakes (which is coming out this month)? made me feel all sappy at least :]
8. Do you get hate on fics?
not now, but I definitely got some hateful comments on things when i was a lot younger-- mostly people complaining that i was a bad writer or that i should delete (which i did, so they got their wish lol). now if anything i mostly get people who comment on my stuff to kind of pressure me to update XYZ (the nivannedy catboy fic is notorious for this, which is why i haven't been working on it very much lately). the block button is my friend tho <3
9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?
yeah :)
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?
Nope!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
no
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
i think someone wanted to at one point and then never did lol
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
i've talked with some people about this before but we've never gotten around to it :P
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
i love chreon but there's just SOMETHING about nivannedy---
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
the lethan re7/re8 rewrite. i really want to keep working on them but i just have so much more on my plate that i keep pushing it off, especially when it'll require the research of rewatching playthroughs a few times to reimaging the plot points. maybe one day tho!!
16. What are your writing strengths?
i've been told that my dialog is good which makes me happy because there are a few fics where i'm actually really proud of it :3
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
describing things, especially people! for some reason i always feel like it breaks the flow so i just... am like "there is a man. anyway--" sorry readers but it's your job to imagine him skjfnskdnf
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i only speak english and i'm also VERY american. i don't personally want to mess around with that because it would be google translate type shit and that's just sad imo :/ so since i don't know enough i will abstain
19. First fandom you wrote for?
pokemon!!!!!!!!! i literally found THE first fic i ever wrote which would have been somewhere between third and fifth grade because i PRINTED IT and DREW PICTURES. it is called The Mysterious Manaphy and makes no sense. i read it aloud to my partner and they howled. yeah, it was just that good
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
listen, i love broken machine, but dualities has seriously taken the cake!!!!!!!!!
thank you for tagging me claire :3 i tag @flurrin @fonulyn and @silvercap!!!
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fav resi fics? :)
This took me a second to gather, my browser bookmarks are such a mess. 😅 There were a couple ones I couldn't find too sadly. Including the one that wasn't ship related
So all of these are ship related, because I have a problem XD So I'll sort them like that.
Metaltango;
Ties that Bind – by SocialDeception
Nary a Waver – by tirsynni
Chreon;
Home again, Sweetheart – by Mikhailov
Nivannedy;
as long as you’ll have me – by fonulyn
tear me open (and make me whole again) – by fonulyn
If you or anyone has any resi fic recommendations please send them my way! I’ve been struggling to focus on reading lately, and would love suggestions.
and i'm gonna go ahead and tag the writers that i know the urls for, so you can check out all their work!
@fonulyn , @social-deception , @tirsynni
#asks#fics#i really need to just sit down and browse and bookmark more but my attention span go brrrrrrrr
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Fanart for @fonulyn's adorable, sexy (smutty) fic you're my fantasy (someone I'm made for).
It's a really cute and sweet Nivannedy oneshot with two parts, both where Leon crossdresses for Piers and it leads to plenty of fun things (especially the birthday surprise in the second half).
I really couldn't resist drawing Leon crossdressing and laying on a rose petal covered bed because that scene sure makes a pretty picture in my mind.
#leon s kennedy#resident evil#crossdressing#nivannedy#fanfic fanart#fonulyn#fanfic rec#my art#i loved this story#it's wonderfully written#and it definitely caters to my tastes lol
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Ok can’t exactly say it’s based off this fic.... but well it is verrry loosely based off “promise me there will be a tomorrow” by @fonulyn :3c
#leon kennedy#piers nivans#re6#my art#nivannedy#I am kicking myself so hard cause I should’ve reread it first 😭#ugh#I was just thinking about Piers’ recovery and so when I drew this yesterday#and then I was like... wait a min#Fon wrote this too I can tie it in#XD#so WRONG I WAS#shame I let him keep the arm in my art lol#anywaaays...#check it out folks please join our ship xD#also... just wanted very badly to shove that fic out there😅 seriously guys it’s really good!
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I usually don't post fic stuff here, but I'm excited about this so... Pirate Leon/Siren Piers 🥺
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just got hit with really fucking bad dysphoria why the FUCK is this happening
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idk if you meant you wanted prompts but if yes maybe ☕️? 🥺
Yes!!
☕ Tea is the Best Medicine
Piers groans as he blinks open bleary eyes, the cool air of his and Leon's shared bedroom washing over him in a wave that makes him shudder. His head throbs as he shifts weakly against the pillow, the fuzzy heaviness of a head cold dragging him down, accompanied by a sharp pain in his throat that makes him feel like he's been swallowing razor wire all night. He's so cold, a layer of clammy sweat on the back of his neck making him shiver a second time.
He hates waking up sick.
"Piers?" Leon asks from where he stands beside the bed, already dressed in his work clothes. Wait, Leon's up before him? Piers frowns, struggling to make his gaze focus on his fiancé, a blurry figure standing worriedly above him. Piers groans when an icy hand brushes over his bare shoulders, Leon's callused fingers finding a place at the base of Piers' neck.
"You feeling okay? You're kind of warm," Leon murmurs, bending down into a crouch so they're face to face where Piers still sprawls against the pillows. "I thought you just overslept, but maybe you should take the day off, huh?"
“Sick,” is all Piers can manage, swallowing against the dry pain it causes. His voice sounds gravelly even to himself, strained and deeper than it should be, and Leon tuts.
“Do you need me to stay home? I only have a couple things to do today, so I should be done early, but I can stay if you need.”
“No,” Piers mumbles, blinking against a wave of exhaustion. “Go… go to work. I’ll be okay.” The metal of his prosthetic arm aches in its socket, cold and heavy, and he sighs. Leon hums, running his fingers through Piers’ messy hair.
“I’ll call in for you. Stay here.”
Piers slips into a doze while Leon disappears, only blinking back into consciousness to find himself being propped upright against the headboard, soft pillows behind his back. Leon helps him settle, tucking the comforter around his torso before carefully pressing a warm mug into Piers’ hands.
“Try that,” he offers, perching on the edge of the bed and placing a hand on Piers’ shin through the blankets. “Your throat sounded bad, so hopefully this helps. I know how much you like your tea.”
The liquid is warm when Piers takes a sip, the earthy sweetness of honey and the soothing herbal mixture of his favorite tea immediately a welcome balm on his throat. He takes a few sips, blinking away the last shreds of sleep as best as he can. It feels like his head is being crushed in a vise.
“I’ll be back after lunch,” Leon promises, squeezing Piers’ leg before he stands to press a kiss to Piers’ forehead. “Get some more sleep, okay? There’s water and Tylenol on the nightstand if you want it. You can call me, too.”
“Love you,” Piers rasps, taking another sip. The tea is warm, and he sighs, leaning into Leon’s touch. Leon laughs lightly, pulling the half-empty cup from Piers’ sagging hands and guiding him back down to the mattress.
“I love you too,” he murmurs, and Piers falls asleep between one breath and the next, warm and safe and content. He already feels better.
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i love how i just keep collecting resi ships like theyre pokemon cards. i started like three ethleon fics and never finished them, im working on a nivannedy sequel to my unrequited chreon fic, AND a nivanfield fic thats nothing but me emotionally torturing chris
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Death, the Shadow, Spreads Its Wings Around Me - Chapter 1
Yooooo, I finally finished the first chapter of my first fic! And it’s a multi-chapter Resident Evil/Supernatural crossover, so it’s not like I’m diving straight into the deep end at all! *sweats*
All thanks to the wonderful @fonulyn, who nudged me into actually finishing and posting this damn thing by luring me into squealing about my ideas over Tumblr and then drowning me in supportive comments until I gave in. You’re an absolute darling, Fon, and I hope you enjoy my contribution to our cozy little Nivannedy rowboat.
Most of it’s under a cut, since it got awfully long for a first chapter, lol. Or you can read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26437897/chapters/64411741
Chapter 1:
The ocean looked as black as ink.
Wreckage from the underwater base was strewn through the rolling waves, pieces as small as sheets of paper up to entire sections of insulated wall nearly ten feet across; all the truly heavy material had plunged to the bottom of the bay, but the rest now bobbed and swirled on the surface. Stormclouds had rolled in, the winds whipping the bay to a frenzy and darkening the water until it was impenetrably dark. A sea of shadows, from which nothing good could emerge.
Leon should have been resting in a medical tent, but instead he was on a boat cutting its slow but steady way across the churning waves, helping the rescue teams as they searched against all the odds for survivors. The winds had grown too unpredictable for a helicopter, so they were doing it the old fashioned way – a half-dozen coastal patrol boats, spread out into as even a grid as they could manage on the open water, combing through the debris field. Leon didn't hold out much hope for survivors, but he needed to be here anyway.
Even if he only managed to find the body, it was the least he could do.
When Leon had made it to the emergency command centre that the BSAA had set up just outside of Lanshiang's city limits, it had been in too much chaos for him to get a meaningful report from anyone. The explosion of Neo-Umbrella's underwater base had thrown everything into a frenzy, as rescue and salvage teams scrambled to deal with the fallout and contain any potential escaping bioweapons. When Leon had found the hasty medical centre and walked into the first tent, he'd been relieved to see Chris Redfield sitting on one of the folding cots, one arm in a sling and cut and bruised to hell but otherwise seemingly unharmed. Ignoring the chaos of medical personnel rushing around them, Leon made his way over to the BSAA Captain, and even managed to dredge up a wry smile from somewhere under his exhaustion.
“Well, we did it again, I guess. You'd think someone else would take a turn at saving the world one of these days...”
Chris had looked up at him, and Leon stopped in his tracks. There was something far worse than the usual exhaustion in Chris's dark brown eyes. His face was mostly expressionless, too tired to convey what was clearly churning inside him, but his eyes – his eyes were almost black with despair, filled with the kind of pain that Leon knew all too well. He offered only a single sentence.
“Piers didn't make it out.”
The ground didn't crack open beneath Leon's feet. The sky didn't fall. There were no explosions or dramatics or apocalyptic signs; instead, the world just... stopped. The noise of the chaos around them cut off as if the audio track had simply been muted, leaving ringing silence in Leon's ears. In that moment, a grenade could have gone off three feet away and he wouldn't have heard it. His vision seemed to dim around the edges, narrowing in until he couldn't see anything beyond Chris Redfield's hunched, defeated shoulders and despairing eyes. He couldn't feel the weight of his tac vest or the aching of his own muscles, couldn't smell the lingering smoke in the air – everything was gone, leaving him unmoored and adrift, his brain no longer processing the wealth of information that his body was trying to convey.
Low and echoing, as if from down a long tunnel, Leon heard himself rasp out, “What... happened?”
“He saved my life.” Chris's expression twisted as he said it, some of the raw agony in his voice finally breaking through onto his face. “We... that thing down there... if it got out, so many people would have died. We had to stop it.” His head bowed forward, his gaze falling to the ground – yet his haunted stare was clearly seeing something else, flashes of the horror he had just lived through.
“Piers got caught under debris. Crushed his arm. We were going to lose, we didn't have a chance... then he. Injected himself, with something.” A shudder ran through the Captain's frame. “He started to mutate. Whole arm swelled, muscles, spines, the whole nine yards. Fought the creature off with some kind of electrical blast. Got me into an escape pod, even though I was barely conscious.” Another shudder, stronger than the last. “Then he... when the base blew...” He looked back up at Leon, and the mask of exhaustion was gone, fiercely held-back tears shimmering in his eyes and his handsome features warped with helpless rage. “He stayed behind.”
This time it was Leon who couldn't hold the gaze. He turned away, his gaze drifting over the walls of the tent before fixing, still not really seeing, on the view from the open flaps of the tent – on the grim orange light reflecting against the gathering clouds, the rising plumes of black smoke reaching up like grasping hands. Lanshiang was burning, whole tracts of the city turned to rubble by the wanton destruction of the J'avo mutants, and it felt like the perfect mirror to the devastation unfolding inside Leon's heart.
Piers Nivans. Leon had only crossed paths with the young sniper a few times, and always in the context of a mission, where the BSAA and DSO's interests had overlapped; they had probably only spoken directly to each other on a handful of occasions, yet that had been enough for the younger man to make a powerful impression on Leon.
Admittedly, it had been his looks that had caught Leon's eye the first time. Leon had never tried to make much of a secret of his preference for tough, muscular men who looked like they could probably bench press him if they tried; Piers hadn't only had that going for him, but also stunning hazel-green eyes, a jawline to die for, and a fierce self-confidence that he wore like the proverbial shining armor of a noble knight. After only a few brief exchanges, though, Leon had realized there was so much more beneath the surface; Piers might have acted like just another military muscle-head sometimes, but he was also kind, quick-witted, and compassionate. While other agents often shied away from Leon, intimidated by his reputation, Piers had looked at Leon with something embarrassingly close to awe in his eyes sometimes... but he'd still had the nerve to ask if Leon was okay after an intense fight, offer him a hand into an escape chopper, even once argue with him when he thought the plan to breach a building full of infected was too risky. Chris had once commented to Leon that Piers usually stayed in the background and left the detail-wrangling to others, but that when Leon was present, he seemed compelled to step into the conversation; Leon had been unexpectedly warmed by that little revelation. He'd even wondered, sometimes, if the spark of attraction he felt for the sniper might be mutual. Their line of work didn't allow much time for their private lives, and Leon had mostly given up on the idea of romance after how spectacularly his relationships with Ada and Jack had crashed and burned, but something about Piers had made him want to reconsider. Maybe someday, he'd thought. A beer after work, just the two of them, without the rest of Chris's boisterous team around – get to know each other better, see if their compatibility only existed on the battlefield or if that chemistry extended to personal interactions as well. Always, though, those ideas had come with those inherent caveats; possibly, maybe, someday.
Now, someday would never come.
The numbness was starting to wear off a little, the duller throbs and sharper aches of his body making themselves known again, but Leon couldn't fathom the thought of resting. More pressing than all the physical pains was the sudden, burning knowledge that he'd forgotten the other crucial truth of their work. That all of them spent their lives standing on the very threshold of annihilation; that all too often, someday never arrived. Planning for tomorrow was a fool's dream, because none of them ever knew if they'd even have a tomorrow – if Leon wanted something with Piers, he should have grabbed for it with both hands, when he had the chance. And the slow, collapsing hole of despair in his chest told him that whether or not he'd admitted it before, he really, really had wanted it. He'd let his own fear hold him back, though, and now the chance was gone.
“They're putting together a recovery team, to see if they can find any survivors – or remains.” The sound of his own voice was startlingly normal, but Leon didn't turn to face Chris; he didn't want to find out if his face was holding up the facade as well. “I'm going with them. I'll bring his body back if I can.”
“What?” He heard Chris shift behind him, the sudden concern in his voice. “Leon, you're exhausted, you -”
“Get some rest. I'll let you know when I get back.” Forcing himself into motion, Leon strode out of the tent, ignoring Chris calling after him. The edges of the gaping void in his chest were growing, the chasm spreading wider and wider as the reality of the situation sank in, threading tingling lines of pain through his whole body. It felt as though, if he stopped moving now, he might just fold in on himself like a dying star and crumble into nothingness.
That could come later. First, he had to do what he could for Piers – even if it was far, far too late for it to matter. Even if all he could manage was to bring his body home.
The icy spray coming off the waves as the boat cut through them barely even registered on Leon's skin; he felt just as cold inside, that black hole of pain swallowing his organs and filling his veins like tar. He wasn't alone in his focused silence – no one in the boat was talking, all of them standing rigidly at the rails and staring intently out at the waters around them, searching for signs of life... or, failing that, of human remains. So far, they had only recovered two bodies, both of Neo-Umbrella scientists who must have been working inside the facility when it was destroyed. Those bodies had been placed at the very back of the boat, tucked against the rear rail under a tarp, and were being studiously ignored; Leon wouldn't have even bothered to fish them from the water, if it were up to him. They had known what they were choosing when they signed on with Neo-Umbrella. The people who kept this interminable war going, who made it necessary for good men like Piers Nivans to give up their lives to keep their world safe... they didn't deserve burying, if you asked Leon.
Suddenly, his gaze caught something other than the smooth surfaces of the laboratory wreckage. He called it out before he even fully knew what he'd seen. “I see something! Twenty degrees left!”
The boat slowed and turned, heading toward the object he'd seen. As a wave crested and sank, Leon got a better glimpse, and his heart leapt into his throat. It was a body, alright; floating face up, half-draped across a piece of wreckage, and wearing not the white of a lab coat but camouflage military gear. They were still some distance away, and the body's face was turned away - but Leon could just make out the drape of a piece of grey-green fabric around the body's neck, sodden wet and plastered down against the tac vest but still distinguishable as a scarf, and he knew. He knew with a certainty that turned his blood to ice.
Piers.
As the boat pulled closer, murmurs swept through the boat crew; they might not have known Piers by name, but they all recognized that the man whose body they were approaching had been a BSAA Lieutenant by the insignia on his left shoulder. Leon didn't make a sound, his gaze trained on Piers, his pain-numbed brain finally starting to recognize that there was something strange about the corpse. They had almost reached their target when Leon's sluggish mind finally connected the pieces, and he inhaled sharply.
Chris had said that Piers injected himself with one of Neo-Umbrella's viral cocktails, that he'd mutated heavily enough to have spines and some kind of electrical discharge. Hell, prior to that, his arm had apparently been crushed by falling debris. And yet...
The right side of Piers's shirt was torn away, exposing not only his arm but the side of his chest as well. Even his tactical gear there had taken a beating, the vest ripped and sagging as though the swelling of the mutation had burst it. Yet – there was no mutation. All Leon could see was smooth, tanned skin. Piers's arm looked whole and undamaged, as human as it had ever been where it lay limply at his side, not even cut or bloodied as Chris had been; other than the deathly pallor under his tan, and the horrible stillness of his chest, he looked entirely uninjured.
As the boat pulled alongside the wreckage, the two men closest reached out with hooked poles and snagged the back of Piers's tac vest. With a few muted grunts, they dragged the BSAA agent's limp form closer, until they could reach down enough to grab him and haul him up onto the boat. As they lowered him gently onto the slick wood of the deck, Leon couldn't help but kneel down and reach out to touch him, mind spinning and chest aching fit to burst. He was distantly aware of a few of his companions watching him with pitying eyes, but no one tried to stop him; it was obvious that Piers was gone, but it must have been equally obvious that Leon was breaking down, and that he wouldn't fully accept it until he'd felt the sniper's cold skin and absent pulse for himself.
His shaking fingers landed first on Piers's shoulder, touching that undamaged flesh and wondering with a sick shudder what fresh hell Neo-Umbrella had cooked up, that the horrific mutation Chris had described had simply vanished as though it had never been – but the moment he made contact the muscles under his hand tensed, Piers's brilliant hazel eyes flew open, and his chest heaved as he gasped for breath and started to cough.
“Piers!” Heart suddenly pounding double-time, Leon grabbed for the sniper's wrist; even as he sought for a pulse, his other hand was smoothing the sniper's soaked hair back from his face, assessing the look of wild panic in Piers's eyes. “Get me blankets and a first aid kit, now! Piers, can you hear me? You're safe, I promise, you're going to be fine -”
“Agent Kennedy?” Piers's voice was a weak rasp, barely audible over the sudden flurry of movement around them, but his eyes had refocused and were fixed steadily on Leon. The recognition and awareness there made Leon's heart flutter, and he managed a shaky smile, smoothing Piers's hair back again needlessly. He could feel the BSAA agent's pulse with his other hand, stunningly strong and steady, and it made him smile wider despite the absolute deluge of adrenaline running wild through his veins.
“Yeah, it's me. Just stay with me, Piers, you're gonna be okay.”
Leon knew that the odds of that were not actually in their favour – hell, it was bordering on an impossibility that Piers was even alive at all, and a downright miracle that he wasn't mutated beyond recognition – but he said with all the conviction he could muster, and it was almost enough to convince himself. Piers smiled weakly back at him, then the medic was there, wrapping warm blankets around Piers and asking rapid-fire questions about where he was hurt and how much he could feel as the man began to cut away his waterlogged tactical gear. Leon moved back a little to give the medic room to work, but when he would have let go of Piers's wrist, the sniper grabbed his hand and held on; heart swelling with too many emotions to even begin to process them now, Leon mirrored that fierce grasp and stayed close, unwilling to move an inch further away than he had to as long as Piers clearly wanted him there.
As the medic did a thorough inventory of Piers's injuries, checking vital signs and testing responses while looking for any major wounds, a strange look of consternation came across the man's face. Before Leon could ask, the medic said slowly, “Lieutenant, are you in any pain right now?”
Piers blinked, then frowned. “Um, not really?” he said, looking rather surprised by that fact himself. “I figure I'm in shock, though, because I don't even feel cold and I'm pretty sure you guys just fished me out of the ocean.”
“We did, yes.” The medic was frowning too. “Yet your core body temperature is already returning to something near normal. Your heart rate is steady, your blood pressure is only slightly elevated, you have no major visible wounds, and you don't seem to be suffering any loss of sensation.”
Piers froze, and his grip on Leon's hand tightened. “Wait.” he breathed out, eyes wide, and looked down at his own arm in bewilderment. “My arm... I was...”
“Chris said you got hurt pretty badly down there.” Leon murmured, cutting Piers off – he didn't know how the medic would react if Piers admitting to having been infected, but he knew it wouldn't be in any way good and he wasn't anxious to find out specifics. There were absolutely no signs of mutation or mental alteration in evidence, and unless and until Piers started showing worrying symptoms, Leon wasn't going to let them lock him up in quarantine when he'd somehow managed to survive what should certainly have killed him. “You look fine though. Maybe... Chris just got it wrong, yeah? Heat of the moment and all that.”
Piers looked up, met Leon's gaze – and whatever he saw there, it made his eyes go wide, and Leon could have sworn he saw the sniper's cheeks flush, ever so slightly. “Right.” Piers said, voice still slightly hoarse. “Yeah. I... it was pretty chaotic there, for a while. I got thrown against the wall, and I just assumed my arm was broken and I was powering through on adrenaline. Can't stop to assess injuries mid-fight, you know? But maybe I – maybe it was just a little bruised after all.”
“It appears so.” The medic still looked perplexed, but he shrugged. “You're damn lucky, then, Lieutenant – we thought we were out here on a recovery mission only, and I'm damn glad we were wrong.” He stood up then, and cast a pointed glance at Leon. “He needs to stay wrapped up in those blankets until we get back to shore, and one of us needs to get back to helping with the search. You wanna stay and keep an eye on him, make sure he stays awake and responsive?”
Leon usually put a lot of work into maintaining his aloof persona, but right now he'd just been handed a miracle of a second chance and his facade of cool indifference was the last thing on his mind. He nodded gratefully, and the medic nodded back before striding off to rejoin the rest of the crew at the rails.
“Agent Kennedy...”
The soft words brought his gaze back to Piers, and Leon smiled down at him, squeezing his hand gently. “Call me Leon, please.” He said quietly, and got to watch a little smile tug at the corners of Piers's mouth. “Are you really okay?”
“I think so.” Piers held his gaze steadily, hazel eyes open and honest. “The Captain told you what I did, didn't he? You know that I was...”
“He did, and I do.” Leon replied, still keeping his voice low – the recovery crew didn't need to hear this exchange. “Don't particularly feel the need to spread it around, though. You look completely fine, and I don't know how that's possible but I'm not inclined to look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm just incredibly glad you're alive.”
Piers was definitely blushing now, but he was also looking at Leon with dawning confusion. “Wait a second, weren't you in the city when everything went sideways? What are you doing out here with the recovery crew? And where's the Captain?”
“Chris is at the medical tent back at command. He's a bit battered, but he's going to be fine.” Leon said soothingly. “As for why I'm here, I was looking for you.”
Piers just stared at him as if he didn't understand what he was hearing. Leon bit the inside of his cheek a bit, trying to force back the nerves; it had been a long time since he'd opened up to anyone, to any degree, who wasn't Claire or Chris. Even with them, he usually just put a bit less effort into making himself appear 'fine' and let them draw their own conclusions about how he felt. He'd just been given a very sharp and painful confirmation, though, that what he felt for Piers was more than a passing fancy – and even he wasn't stubborn or emotionally constipated enough to ignore that kind of a warning, so he took a deep breath and made himself continue.
“Look, I know we haven't really spent all that much time together, but – I like you, Piers. A lot. And when Chris told me you were dead, I realized what an idiot I was for not saying anything. I let my own fears and hang-ups get in the way, and if you weren't somehow here and alive and safe, I'd have regretted that for the rest of my life.” Piers's eyes had gotten rounder and rounder as Leon spoke, and he was looking at the DSO agent like he had hung the damn moon, and they were still holding hands, so Leon smiled weakly and said, “I guess, what I'm saying is – once the trauma team back at command clears you for real... do you wanna go grab a drink together?”
For a second, Piers looked like he'd frozen in place – then he started nodding vigorously, and a broad smile broke across his face like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. “Yes.” he said fervently. “Hell yes, I – honestly, it's kind of a running joke with the guys on the team at this point, but I really, really like you too, Agent Kennedy.” If anything, his grin only got wider then. “Leon.”
Leon grinned back at him, a light, giddy feeling bubbling up in his chest; it had been far too long at this point, so long that Leon had almost forgotten, and it took him a moment to identify that feeling as joy. For once not tempered by loss, or anger, or bitterness. The city was still burning and the war against bioterrorism might feel like an unwinnable uphill fight, but Piers was alive and safe and they were going to get a drink after debriefing and maybe this once, just this once, Leon could actually get to keep something good in his life.
Their boat finished its section of the grid and turned back toward shore a few minutes later, one survivor and two dead bodies retrieved from the wreckage. It took about a half hour to get from the debris field back to port, and then another ten minutes to make the trek back to the emergency command centre.
Piers didn't let go of Leon's hand until the medical team came to whisk him away for a proper examination, and neither one of them had stopped smiling.
#resident evil#leon s. kennedy#piers nivans#chris redfield#nivannedy#i'm only going to tag characters as they appear#because holy shit my tags on AO3 got long fast#supernatural#eventually anyways#the bits of it that are spn right now aren't really obvious#the neocount writes#holy shit look at that#i used my writing tag again already!#thanks fon :P#and thanks to everyone else#in this nivannedy rowboat with us#it might not be a spacious ship#but we're all having fun paddling like hell XD
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I am letting you know that Slide it In by Whitesnake gets stuck in my head regularly because of your nivannedy fic.
sorry!!! 😂😂 hey, at least they had a good laugh, right?
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Thank you @fonulyn for tagging me! :D
The last song I listened to: Love Is a Stranger by the Eurythmics (I listen to this pretty frequently because I will always be in love with Annie Lennox XD )
Currently watching: I finished Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness recently, but otherwise I've been watching the old DIC Entertainment Legend of Zelda animated series. It's kind of bad, but very entertaining.
Currently reading: Fanfics, especially @fonulyn 's fics lol. There are several open in my tabs. For actual books I've been reading 'Legends of Localization Book 2: Earthbound' off and on lately.
Current obsession: Resident Evil, mostly Nivannedy and Metaltango, but also just Leon in general. He's too beautiful not to love…
Gonna tag my other most active mutuals, @cryptidplays and @siinlight or anyone else who is interested!
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