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When Admiration Becomes Imitation

Pairings: Various Love&Deepspace Men x reader Summary: There's a rookie Hunter who idolizes you to the point where it's concerning, but you don't pay much attention to it until it starts getting out of hand. Luckily for you, you have six people who have your back. Note: I scrapped three different drafts for Love&Deepspace because I wasn't satisfied with how it was going. My brain was also on vacation (I went to Anime Expo and was able to interact with a Sylus cosplayer), and I couldn't think of anything else other than the cosplayer. I left it at a cliff hanger because I do want to come back to this fic in the future. I also officially added Valko to the lineup :) Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr), Ko-Fi (also Genshinluvr/Aaliah_exo), and AO3 (Aaliah_exo). Warnings: None that I know of, aside from someone trying to become the reader. Word Count: 7.5k

Recently, the Hunters Association has hired twenty new employees, and one of them happens to be one of your biggest fans. You didn't know that you had a fan, but a woman around your age named Rika approached you one day at the Association with stars in her eyes while you were with Tara and Xavier. She stopped the three of you in the middle of the hallway, her hands clasped in front of her chest as she rambled on about how much she admired you after introducing herself.

"You're one of the best hunters in the Hunters Association! I-I look up to you!" She says, tucking her hair behind her ears shyly.

Tara smiles. "Aw! That's so sweet! [Y/N], looks like you have a fan." Tara teases, nudging you lightly.

"I look forward to working alongside you on the field as your partner one day!" Rika says, bowing to you.

You smile at Rika, heat rushing to your cheeks as many Hunters passing by look at your group curiously, whispering among themselves. Before you can say anything, Andrew calls out to Rika, gesturing for her to follow him. Rika quickly apologizes before running off to where Andrew is waiting for her.

Xavier smiles. "Rika seems nice and very eager to work alongside you."

Even though it's sweet that Rika looks forward to working alongside you in the future, you find out that she's in another department for the Hunters Association. Instead of being part of the Alpha Team like you, Xavier, and Captain Jenna, Rika is working in the Data Analysis department of the Hunters Association. You're not entirely sure how long Rika has been hired under the Association, but you're assuming not long because she assumed you two would be working together on field missions.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Andrew wanted me to give you these documents to skim over." Rika approaches your table, putting a large stack of manila folders on your desk.

Your eyes widen. "What do these documents contain?" You ask, grabbing the top file from the stack and open them, only to see that there's nothing in the folders.

Rika shrugs, pulling up a chair beside you. "I'm not entirely sure. He said you should know what the documents are about."

You shake your head, grab a folder from the middle, and pull it out from the stack. For once, you sigh in relief when you see three documents that need to be reviewed and signed for the Data Analysis department. You try to read the document in your hands, but the feeling of Rika staring holes into the side of your head is making it hard for you to focus.

You look at Rika, smiling at her. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Rika blinks owlishly. "Oh, I thought I was going to sit here and wait for you to fill out the documents before returning them to Andrew," Rika replies.

You shake your head. "You don't need to wait for me, Rika. I'll have the documents signed and returned to Andrew by the end of the day. Besides, I don't want you to get in trouble if you're here with me for too long."

"Oh, you're right! I-I'll be back by the end of the day to collect the documents!" Rika says, getting up from the seat and pushing it back to where she took the chair from.

You open your mouth to protest, but Rika is already gone. You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief, and continue where you left off. At first, you didn't mind having someone like Rika around you. She's sweet and friendly, and you love giving her advice when she needs it. You don't see her outside of the Hunters Association as you do with Xavier and Tara—actually, you don't even remember if you've ever run into her outside of work.

You're walking around Azure Square, sipping on your milk tea with your arm linked around Valko's arm while Sylus's arm is thrown over your shoulders. You mindlessly scroll through your phone, trying to look for the address of this new boba shop Tara texted you about.

"Are you sure it's in Azure Square, pipsqueak?" Caleb asks, eyes scanning the area.

You nod. "Yeah! Tara said it's a new shop that's opening in Azure Square, and today should be the grand opening. She even sent me the address, but we've been sending memes to each other all day that the address is buried somewhere."

You continue scrolling through the messages between you and Tara, unaware of someone approaching you at full speed. The rapid footsteps come to an abrupt stop when Rafayel steps in front of you, forcing the person to come to a complete stop. Rafayel looks down at the flustered brunette, his arms over his chest as he scrutinizes her.

Rafayel clears his throat. "Is there something you need, Miss?" Rafayel asks, raising an eyebrow at the woman in front of him.

"Rika, it's nice to see you," Xavier says, now standing beside Rafayel with a warm smile. "What brings you to Azure Square?"

Rika peeks between Rafayel and Xavier, trying to make eye contact with you, but you're so engrossed by your phone that you fail to notice Rika's failed attempt of trying to talk to you.

Rafayel turns to Xavier, looking at him, confused. "You know this lady?"

Xavier nods. "Rika is a fellow hunter at the Association. She's also a huge fan of [Y/N]." Xavier murmurs the last part to Rafayel.

Rika walks around Xavier and Rafayel with a fake smile. You finally look up from your phone and make eye contact with Rika. You smile at her and wave at her as she approaches you, Valko, and Sylus.

"It's good to see you, Rika! What are you doing here?" You ask, fixing the purse strap on your shoulders.

Rika shrugs. "Oh, I was just walking around looking for this boba shop that Tara mentioned to me a few days ago."

"Do you know the name of the shop? I don't remember it, and I can't find it anywhere in my and Tara's conversation." You sigh, tucking your phone into your pocket before finishing up your milk tea. "I could've sworn that she texted me the address."

"I can text you the address! Here, give me your number, and I'll text it to you when you're done." Rika says, handing her phone over to you with a wide smile.

Zayne and Caleb look at each other; one raises their eyebrows, while the other crosses their arms over their chest. Sylus chuckles, shaking his head as you take Rika's phone from her hands and start typing your number into her contacts list. Valko, on the other hand, purses his lips together.

"Aren't you going to the boba shop yourself? Why not show us the way instead of texting the address?" Zayne asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Rika hums, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. "I was going to go to the shop, but I also need to meet up with my stepsister at Meow's Cafe."

You return Rika's phone to her, and she starts typing away on her phone. Your phone chimes, and you fish your phone from your purse while Valko takes the empty cup from your hands and tosses it into the trash can. You look up to thank Rika, only to see her retreating figure.

"She's a bit strange," Sylus mutters, adjusting his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. "Are you two close by chance?"

You shake your head. "Not really. We're coworkers, but I don't see her around as much since we work in different departments at the Hunters Association."

You click on the address Rika sent to you, and it opens up the map. Thankfully, you're not too far from where the new boba shop is located. It's only on the second floor. You redirect everyone and walk to the escalator, eyes glued to your phone to make sure you're not going in the wrong direction.

"This Rika girl seems nice. A bit awkward, but nice nonetheless." Valko comments, gently squeezing your hand. "The way she acts around you reminds me of how people try to get a glimpse of their favorite celebrity."

You rub the back of your neck, tucking your phone into your purse after closing out the app. "I wouldn't say that…"

Later that evening, you're lying on your bed getting ready to go to sleep when your phone chimes. At first, you're assuming it's a good night text message from Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Valko, Zayne, and Caleb, but you were wrong. It's from an unknown number, the same number that texted you the address to the newest boba shop.

"It was good seeing you today, [Y/N]! I hope we get to hang out together soon! Oh, by the way, this is Rika!"

You send a quick text to Rika, thanking her for the address, agreeing to hang out with her sometime in the future before bidding her goodnight. You put your phone on mute and turn off the bedside lamp. When Rika said that she's a fan of yours, you didn't think much of it. In fact, you find it sweet that she wanted to do well in being a Hunter and maybe switch from Data Analysis to being on the Alpha team with you, Xavier, and Captain Jenna.

Whenever you arrive at the Hunters Association, Rika is the first person to greet you with a warm cup of coffee before whisking you away from Xavier and Tara. Rika has her arm linked with yours as both of you walk to clock in for the day. Tara shakes her head with a chuckle while Xavier's visibly pouts that someone just snatched you away from him.

"Oh, relax, Xavier! Rika's been looking forward to hanging out and talking to [Y/N] since meeting her! Cut the girl some slack." Tara chuckles, patting Xavier's back.

Xavier looks away, eyebrows furrowing. "Who says I'm upset? I just didn't expect my partner to be snatched away from me the moment we stepped into the Hunters Association."

Just when Xavier thought that Rika snatching you away from him before clocking in was bad enough, Rika intercepted him during lunch break and whisked you away from him. But of course, Xavier doesn't let Rika get away that easily because he decides to follow you and Rika. Rika leads you to a small corner of the cafeteria, plopping her lunch bag on the table and gesturing for you to sit down.

"I have so much to ask you about your field missions!" Rika starts, bouncing in her seat as she takes her lunch out of her bag.

"Well, ask away! I'm more than happy to answer your burning questions, Rika." You reply, unzipping your lunch bag.

Rika opens her mouth to begin, but quickly closes her mouth when Xavier sits down beside you. You and Xavier smile at each other. You turn to Rika, only to see her frowning.

You tilt your head, "Rika? Are you alright?"

Rika smiles. "Yeah! Everything is fine, I wasn't expecting anyone else to join the two of us."

Xavier chuckles, gently nudging you. "Well, [Y/N] and I usually have lunch together with Tara, Nero, Andrew, and Simone. In fact, they're heading over here right now." Xavier gestures to the group of four approaching the table.

Rika turns around and sees the quartet walking to the table with food trays in their hands. You smile and wave them over, making room on the table for Tara, Simone, Nero, and Andrew. Rika sighs, shoving a spoonful of rice into her mouth as you and Xavier greet the quartet. The impromptu interview Rika planned to give you is thrown out the window the minute uninvited guests join the two of you for lunch. In fact, Rika is glued to her phone the entire time while you're conversing with those around the table.

After lunch ended, everyone returned to their designated area of the Hunters Association. Before you clock in, you quickly pull Rika to the side to apologize to her about what happened in the cafeteria. Rika brushes off your apology with a smile, telling you there's nothing to apologize for and that she hopes she can hang out with you outside of the Hunters Association more. You agree to her suggestion and tell her that you're free this weekend. Her eyes practically light up, nodding eagerly before skipping away happily.

Since that day, you have been hanging around Rika more often. You've been training her on the side as well, mainly because she asked you if it was okay and she wanted to try to switch departments. Of course, you reminded her that she can still be a field agent while simultaneously working as a Data Analyst, like Tara! But your answer didn't make her happy.

"There's nothing wrong with being a data analyst, but I want to be part of Alpha Team with you!" Rika says, sipping on her boba. "And Xavier and Captain Jenna, of course."

You hum, tilting your head. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to be a part of Alpha Team so bad? You have to be highly skilled to be part of the Alpha Team because we take on difficult missions."

Rika sighs, not saying anything for a moment. You two sit in silence, watching people walk by. Eventually, Rika tells you why she wants to be part of Alpha Team. You know that Rika looks up to you and that she wants to go on missions with you in the future, but her answer is something you didn't expect.

Rika places her cup on her lap. "I want to be like you. I want to be on Alpha Team and be the best hunter in the Association! Everyone knows who you and Xavier are, and they admire you two! I want people to do the same with me one day."

"That's really sweet of you, Rika, really. I'm sure you will become a part of the Alpha Team in the future. I'm rooting for you, and I know you will be able to achieve your goals one day." You smile at her.

You didn't think too much into it every time Rika (or other people) brings up how she looks up to you. Why should you ruminate on the thought of a new hunter wanting to rank up and be a part of the Alpha Team? Many hunters from all departments want to be part of the Alpha Team, so it's not unusual for fellow hunters to approach you and Xavier for advice on how to be recruited to the Alpha Team.

"She has a secret admirer at the Hunters Association," Xavier says, putting down two bowls of stewed meat in the middle of the dining table.

Rafayel snorts, grabbing his chopsticks to grab two stewed meats from the bowl. "Is it really called a secret admirer if we all know who it is?" Rafayel asks, breaking the meat in half and taking a bite of it with steaming rice. "Ah! Hot, hot, hot."

"She's been hanging around with that Rika girl often, hasn't she? She was supposed to join us for dinner, but she's late." Sylus comments, looking over at the clock on the wall.

Valko looks at Xavier, sipping on his Awoo Milk. "I'm sure she'll be home soon. Plus, Caleb isn't done cooking dinner just yet, so she has time to get home before everything is done." Valko comments, crushing the empty milk carton and tossing it into the trash can from his seat.

Valko's ears twitch when he hears jingling from the doorway. He gets up from his seat, walking to the front door of your apartment. Before the door can be unlocked from the other side, Valko unlocks the door himself and opens it. Your eyes widen when you see him, pressing your hand against your chest.

"Valko, hi!" You smile at him.

Valko flashes you a huge grin, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly after closing the door. "I missed you! Oh, it's so good to see you." Valko murmurs, nuzzling his chin on your head.

You wrap your arms around his waist, toeing your shoes off and kicking them to the side where your shoe rack is. "It's good to see you too, Valko. You're much clingier today." You joke, reaching up to scratch his ears, earning a deep rumble from his chest as he nuzzles his head into your hand.

As if on cue, everyone drops what they're doing and crowds around you and Valko, each of them demanding a hug and your attention. You let them pass you around to greet them with a hug, feeling yourself relax in their presence after an extremely long day.

"You made it home on time, pipsqueak. Why don't you go freshen up, and by the time you're done, dinner should be officially ready." Caleb says, patting your head.

"I also ordered you some milk tea. It's waiting for you in the fridge." Zayne comments, kissing the top of your head.

You sigh in relief, smiling at them. "You guys are the best. Have I told you guys how much I love you all?" You smile, putting your purse on the kitchen counter.

"You tell us that every day, but that doesn't mean you should stop now." Rafayel lightly pokes you.

You lightly swat his hands away from you, smiling at Rafayel before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom to take a shower. After you disappear to your bedroom, everyone waits for the sound of water running to continue where they all left off before you arrived. Zayne walks to the shoe rack and puts your boots at the top.

"She looks worn out today, doesn't she?" Rafayel mutters. "Not that it's a bad thing! [Y/N] always looks good, but she looks visibly exhausted." Rafayel frowns.

Xavier pinches the bridge of his nose. "She's probably exhausted from training Rika."

"Training Rika? I thought it was a little hangout at the mall with a friend, not some training session between mentor and mentee." Valko goes to your fridge to grab another carton of Awoo Milk. "Wait a minute, this isn't how they typically hang out, is it? If so, that would be a bit strange."

"I doubt it. I believe the whole training session started not long ago. I know because I track her locations at all times." Caleb comments.

Zayne raises an eyebrow at Caleb's comment. "You track her locations?"

"Yeah, doesn't everyone?" Caleb crosses his arms over his chest. "I can't be the only one who's protective over her."

No one says a thing—they don't want to admit that they all do keep track of your location. It's not like they don't trust you or have trust issues. You're a hunter, and you have an aether core in your heart—which puts a target on your back. People from unknown and dangerous organizations are constantly after you, so can you really blame them for tracking your location?

Fifteen minutes go by, and you finally emerge from your bedroom, fresh out of the shower and in pajamas with your towel wrapped around your head. You would dry your hair right now, but you're so hungry. Your hair can wait; it's not like you're going anywhere tomorrow. You sit between Caleb and Zayne, grabbing a bowl to fill with rice and stewed meat. You start digging in by shoveling a ton of meat and rice into your mouth. How long has it been since you've had lunch?

"Don't eat too fast, you're going to choke." Zayne gently scolds you.

You apologize, covering your mouth as you chew on your food and slowly swallow each bite. Sylus chuckles, reaching across the table to wipe the corner of your lips. Valko hands you your milk tea from the fridge, putting it in front of you. Your eyes light up, and you thank him, reaching for the milk tea to mix it. You sip on your milk tea, swinging your feet underneath the table with delight when the sweet drink hits your tongue.

"So, what did you and Rika do today?" Caleb asks, taking a bite of his egg fried rice. "You're out much longer and later than we anticipated."

You gulp your milk tea, putting the cup on the table and splitting the hard-boiled egg on your rice. "I stayed back at the Hunters Association with Rika today. We trained—well, I trained her. It went on way longer than I would like for it to, but Rika's happy, so I guess that's all that matters."

"Huh, so Xavier was telling the truth," Rafayel mutters, ignoring the look Xavier shoots in his direction. "That explains why you look like you're about to pass out at any moment when you finally got home." Rafayel comments.

You nod, chowing down your food. In between dinner, you tell them what you and Rika did. This hang out between you two was supposed to be like any hang out—go to Azure Square, shop around, and people watch! But that plan was changed last minute when Rika received her weekly report on her progress as a Hunter, and she was not happy at all. She ranked quite low for someone in the Hunters Association and begged you to train her until you gave in.

"How low did she rank?" Zayne mutters.

You sigh, debating if you should tell them. It's not like they'll mention it to Rika if they run into her, right? You poke the inside of your cheek, grabbing your napkin to wipe your lips.

Xavier leans on the table, eyebrows furrowing. "It can't be that bad, right? How else would she make it into the Association if she ranked that low?"

You lean your head back on your seat, the towel around your head toppling over. Caleb removes the towel from your head, draping it over your seat with a chuckle. Silence hangs in the air as they all wait for you to answer. The sound of chopsticks and spoons clinking against porcelain plates and bowls fills the silent air.

You let out a sharp sigh. "If she doesn't improve within three months, I don't think she will be able to switch to the Alpha Team or work at the Association longer than six months. We're already dealing with difficult missions, and if we have, no offense, someone like Rika on our team, it'll add to the workload and make things even more complicated."

"Wait, she wants to be on the Alpha Team within a year? Is that even possible?" Valko raises his eyebrows.

You shrug. "With some dedication, I would say yes. But Rika…" You trail off, sighing. What are you going to do with Rika? It's not like you can trade spots with Rika and rank up for her. "I don't even know anymore. It's sweet that she looks up to me and wants to be a part of the Alpha Team with Xavier and me, but I don't think she can rank up by the end of the year."

Sylus hums, sipping his wine. "You're doing all of this because someone told you they look up to you? Sweetie, it's not your duty to help someone just because you're their idol."

"I know, Sylus, but—"

"You're not obligated to train and help someone rank up, especially if they're a lost cause like Rika. It's sweet that you want to help her, and you're doing everything to help her succeed as a hunter, but if she's scoring incredibly low as a Hunter already, then it's very likely that she's on the wrong career path."

You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on your knees as you mull over Sylus's explanation. When Rika first approached you, she was full of excitement and joy. But when she approached you earlier today about her weekly progress, she was in tears and couldn't get a single word out. Even though it's not your fault, you can't help but feel like you're partially responsible for it.

"Yeah, what Sylus said! It's a miracle that she even made it into the Hunters Association in the first place!" Rafayel interjects, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth. "It's a skill issue on her part, let's be honest," Rafayel says with his mouth full of rice.

"I still can't help but feel partly responsible for all of this." You mumble.

"[Y/N]…" Caleb says, disappointment evident on his face.

You cover your face. "I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I can't help it!" You whine, wanting to evaporate on the spot.

Xavier leaves his spot and walks to where you're sitting. He pulls out your chair and wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you towards his stomach. You huff, hugging Xavier while he gently pats your head. Dinner ends up being quiet, with mostly the boys talking and you spacing out. Valko and Rafayel try to distract you from your inner turmoil.

"Maybe petting my tail will make you feel better. Unless you prefer to pet my ears?" Valko says, scooping you up into his arms after dinner, walking to your couch, and collapsing on it.

You contemplate for a minute, staring at Valko's wagging tail and wiggling ears. You reach up to his ears, gently petting the back of them. Valko's tail starts thumping against the couch as he leans into your touch, almost lying on top of you at this point. You giggle, falling over now that Valko has put his entire weight on you. He has his arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your chest as you're petting and massaging his ears.

"How come he gets to snuggle her now, and we have to wait for our turn?" Rafayel mutters, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout.

Valko's watching the creases between your eyebrows smooth over as you continue to pet his ears. His tail is full on wagging, eagerly snuggling against you to receive your full attention. You can't help but laugh at how adorable Valko is. Valko practically cages you against the couch, now lying on top of you, crushing you with his weight.

Xavier's about to protest, but Sylus holds him back, shaking his head. "This is the first time we've seen her laugh and smile since she returned home from her training session with Rika. As much as I hate to say it, let them have their moment." Sylus mutters to the mildly miffed Prince.

While you're occupied with petting Valko's ears and being smothered by the muscular werewolf, your phone buzzes on the countertop, alerting the other five men. They all gather around your phone, peeking at who's calling you at around this hour. Despite running into her once, everyone sighs and pinches the bridge of their nose at the sight of the caller ID. It's no surprise that the caller is Rika.

Rika's call ends up going to voicemail. Everyone blinks, and your phone lights up again with the same caller ID. How many times has she called you before Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb, and Xavier heard the buzzing? Again, the call goes to voicemail after twenty-five seconds, and the screen goes black. Your phone buzzes, but not from a phone call, but from a text message.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Want to help me train tomorrow?"

"[Y/N]? Are you there? You usually never ignore my texts unless you're extremely busy, but it's late now, so idk why you're ignoring my text messages?"

"Hey, partner! I called you, like, fifteen times already. Can you at least call me back when you can?"

Xavier pokes the text messages, and a ton of messages pop up beneath the most recent message. Xavier collapses the notifications and sees a notification of 9+ calls from Rika. Rafayel snatches your phone from the countertop and turns on do not disturb mode, silencing any incoming calls or texts from Rika. That should do it, right?

Rafayel plops your phone back on the counter, letting out an exasperated sigh. "At this point, I don't blame [Y/N] if she muted the calls and texts from Rika specifically," Rafayel mutters.

A few days go by, and you're able to enjoy your time with the men you hold near and dear to your heart without any interruptions or distractions. When Rafayel put your phone on do not disturb mode, he later advised you to put Rika's text messages and phone calls on mute for your peace of mind. You were on the fence about it at first, but after taking some time to think about it, you eventually agreed and put all of Rika's texts and calls on mute after replying to a few of her messages.

"It's not your job to protect people's feelings, you know. Rika's been putting a lot of stress on you, and it's best for you to minimize contact with her." Caleb reassured you one day.

"Don't feel bad for putting yourself first. You've been prioritizing Rika's feelings over yours, and it's taking a huge toll on you." Zayne murmurs.

Now you're at Twinkle Toys playing claw machines with the six men, your phone tucked away in Zayne's pocket to prevent you from checking your phone and feeling guilty over not texting and calling Rika back. While you're cheering for Caleb and Sylus on the claw machines, something in the distance catches your attention. You pause and peek from behind the claw machine, only to see someone with a hairstyle similar to yours. Heck, not only that, but they're wearing the exact style of clothing you would wear.

"What the?" You blurt out, catching the others' attention.

Sylus and Caleb stop what they're doing, trying to get a glimpse of what you're staring at. Sylus laughs in disbelief, crossing his arms over his chest while Caleb frowns, glaring at the person who looks eerily similar to you from afar.

"Oh, would you look at that. It looks like we have a copycat in our hands," Sylus mutters, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

Xavier strokes his chin. "Is this what Rika meant when she said she wanted to be like you when we first met her? She wanted to be you the entire time."

Without a second thought, you gather everyone far away from where Rika is standing, panic coursing through your veins. This has to be a funny coincidence, right? There's no way Rika is trying to be you! What Xavier said has to be an exaggeration. As much as you're trying to reassure yourself that it's a weird coincidence, you feel your sanity start slipping away rapidly.

"Is she okay?" Rafayel panics, trying to get your attention, but you keep glancing over where Rika was standing before walking off.

"Snap out of it," Sylus says, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

You squeeze your eyes shut, taking deep breaths. Just when you thought someone genuinely looked up to you as a role model, only to find out that they're trying to be you, not like you. Your heart thuds painfully against your chest, forcing you to take deep breaths. Zayne guides you to a chair in Twinkle Toys, kneeling before you with his hands covering yours.

"You're alright, just take a deep breath," Zayne reassures you, gently squeezing your hands.

Caleb hands you a bottle of water, gently rubbing your back as you chug the water. How can you not freak out about someone wanting to become you? Everything leading up to this moment makes you wonder if this was Rika's plan the entire time. Getting hired at the Hunters Association, running into you at the Association, befriending you, having you train her to help her rank up and transfer to the Alpha Team, etc.?

Children and teens run past your little group, screaming and laughing as they carry their plushies around Twinkle Toys. You lean forward, resting your head on Zayne's shoulders. The more you think about it, the more exhausted you become.

"Wanna go home, pipsqueak?" Caleb asks, rubbing your back.

You peek from Zayne's shoulders, sighing. "I do, but I also hate going home without getting any plushies…" You trail off, looking around at the claw machines that are filled with brand new plushies and trinkets.

"We can stay a little longer, and when we win a plushie or two, we can leave after! How does that sound?" Valko asks, gently caressing your head.

You immediately agree to Valko's suggestion. Xavier, Rafayel, and Valko are stationed at different claw machines to win you different types of plushies, while Sylus, Caleb, and Zayne are by your side, keeping you company. The once empty spot in your arms gradually becomes occupied by plushies. Rafayel is very stubborn, so every time he loses a plushie, that fuels the competitive side of him.

"You're going to spend the rest of your coins on this specific claw machine?" Valko mutters, peeking over at the dwindling coins.

Rafayel huffs, keeping his eyes on the claw machine in front of him. "Of course not! I'm just making sure I get this plushie in every color for [Y/N], then after that, I'll switch to another claw machine and repeat the process!" Rafayel replies.

You clear your throat, walking up to Rafayel with loads of plushies in your arms. "You don't need to get me one in every color, Rafayel. One is enough." You say.

But of course, Rafayel doesn't listen to you, not when it comes to claw machines because he needs to get you every single plushie. What kind of not-boyfriend would he be if he didn't get you everything!? To add fuel to the fire, Valko and Xavier are doing the same thing as he is, and it's not helping Rafayel in the slightest. The sight of your sparkling eyes every time a new plushie is added to the pile in your arms, it makes it harder for Rafayel, Valko, and Xavier to stop what they're doing.

By the time the trio chooses to end their silent competition, you're swimming in plushies. It got to the point where Caleb had to find a bag for you to keep all of the plushies in because you keep dropping them, and it's a lot for you to hold! You could have Zayne, Caleb, and Sylus hold the plushies, but you wanted to hold the plushies until you didn't have any more space for the new additions.

"How are you feeling? I hope these plushies cheered you up." Xavier says, wrapping his arms over your shoulder, guiding you out of Twinkle Toys.

You smile, leaning against him. "I feel a teeny bit better, all thanks to you guys." You reach up and pat Xavier's head.

After leaving Twinkle Toys, everyone is determined to keep you distracted and not let your mind wander back to the fact that Rika is trying to become you. The rest of the day consists of your bedroom being redecorated and freeing up some space for the new additions to your plushie army. Sylus insists that you get a bookshelf so you can display them like trophies, but you can't do that right now, at least.

"The bookshelves will arrive at your place tomorrow morning after you wake up," Sylus says, tucking his phone into his pocket.

"Are you going to help me assemble it and organize the plushies on the shelves?" You tease Sylus, poking him in the chest.

Sylus chuckles, shaking his head. "Of course, I am. What kind of person would I be if I didn't help you?" Sylus murmurs, pulling you towards his chest and resting his chin on your head. "Besides, I'll make sure all of the Grumpy Crows are at the very top of the shelf. The others will be on the lower shelves."

As you're snuggling up against Sylus, Caleb takes a peek at your phone and opens the messaging app to see that you have 99+ notifications from Rika. Out of pure curiosity, Caleb makes sure to turn off the read receipts so Rika won't know that you (and the others) read her messages.

"Why are you going through her phone?" Zayne asks, crossing his arms over his chest, scrutinizing Caleb.

Caleb scoffs. "I haven't gone through her phone yet, Zayne. Aren't you curious about what Rika's been sending to [Y/N] ever since she distanced herself from Rika?" Caleb asks, waving your phone in front of Zayne's face.

The men start crowding around your phone, reading through the messages Rika sent to you. Despite having the texts and calls on mute, you still reply to Rika, but not as much as you usually do. The responses on your end feel a bit dry compared to the previous ones you've sent. Then pictures start appearing in the chat.

Selfies of Rika with a new hairstyle that's a bit too similar to your current hairstyle. She even did her makeup the way you do yours, and sent you an "outfit of the day" picture—again, very similar to how you would dress when you're not on the clock as a Hunter. Xavier takes your phone from Caleb's hand and starts texting Rika.

"Xavier, what are you doing?" Rafayel asks cautiously.

Xavier shakes his head. "Nothing! I'm just going to ask Rika why she changed her style, that's all."

You look over where the others are huddling, shooting a look at Sylus, who shrugs in response to your questioning look. You approach the others, arms over your chest.

"What are you guys doing over there?" You ask, startling the five of them.

Valko clears his throat. "It turns out that Rika wanted you to know that her style has changed. Quite drastically, may I add." Valko takes your phone from Xavier's hand and waves your phone in front of your face.

You take your phone from Valko's hands, reading the texts that she sent to you over the past few days. Rika did tell you about the changes, and even sent before and after pictures of her new hairstyle. Shit, she even changed her hair color to look like yours, and the colors are similar, but not exact. You notice that in a few of her pictures, she's also doing similar poses that you would do when you're taking solo pictures (like an outfit picture or selfies).

"Maybe if I become you, I will be able to switch to the Alpha Team, right? :)" Is what she sent in one of her messages with an image of her selfie and outfit picture attached.

You scroll all the way down to the most recent message to see that you, allegedly, sent Rika a message. It's very direct, unlike your previous messages to Rika leading up to you muting her calls and texts.

"Why did you change your style all of a sudden? I almost didn't recognize you anymore, Rika."

A gray chat bubble appears, letting you know that Rika is typing something. The message was sent less than two minutes ago, and Rika is already responding to the message one of the men sent to her. As you're watching the chat bubble appear and disappear, everyone starts gathering around you, waiting to see what Rika says.

"Good things seem to always come to you, [Y/N], and I can't help but feel envious of you. So many amazing things happened to you, and you somehow made it to the Alpha Team even though you were a rookie at the Hunters Association. The cosmos are always in your favor, lining things up for you. I look up to you, yes, but that's not enough. You trained me and tried to help me, but it wasn't helping me become the Hunter I deserve to be, you know? So I thought that maybe if I switch my style up a bit, and mirror the person I admire, maybe I will achieve my goals of becoming a part of the Alpha Team."

You turn to the others, eyebrows furrowing. "I understand that she wants to achieve her dreams of becoming part of the Alpha Team, but…" You trail off, turning your phone off and tossing it onto your bed. "The way Rika claimed that good things always come to me leaves a bad taste in my mouth."

You sit on the edge of your bed, rubbing your throbbing temples as the others start migrating over to where you're sitting. They stand before you, watching you worriedly, unsure of what to do or how to help. Rika is (probably) in too deep at this point, and it's not going to be easy to snap her out of it. Right?

Rafayel chimes, "We can get her fired for trying to impersonate you!"

You snort at Rafayel's suggestion. "That's a bit too far, Rafayel."

"But impersonating you isn't going too far?" Zayne raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'm sure there are other ways to confront Rika about this without having her terminated from the Hunters Association. Besides, I doubt changing your hair and clothing style is worthy of a termination." You murmur, hugging your knees to your chest.

You're tempted to text Rika to meet up with you at Azure Square a few days from now to talk to her, but now you're not sure if you should. Everything about her message feels strange to you, and you can't shake the feeling off no matter how much you try to. As far as you know, it's you, Sylus, Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier, Valko, and Zayne who are aware of Rika's sudden change of appearance.

You're not entirely sure how close Rika is with Tara, Nero, and Andrew because you hardly see her hanging around the three of them despite working in Data Analysis with them. As for Simone, you know they're not remotely close with each other because they barely crossed paths at the Association.

"What's the plan, pipsqueak?" Caleb asks, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

You take a deep breath, sighing dramatically. "The only option I have in mind is to meet up with Rika—somewhere public—and confront her about it."

"What's there to confront when Rika already told you about her intentions?" Sylus mutters, almost rolling his eyes. "Besides, with people like her, you have to play dirty."

"What do you suggest then?" You cross your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrows at him.

"You already let her into a portion of your life, and she knows almost everything. You need to start lying to Rika about what you do when you train, what your hobbies are, and maybe change your style up a bit." Sylus lists, crossing his arms over his chest.

The others start throwing ideas into the mix, agreeing with what the other person says. Rafayel pulls out a whiteboard from thin air, writing down ideas and schemes for the next time you and Rika meet up. Valko hands you your phone and instructs you to text Rika about your next hangout with her. You hesitate for a minute, unsure if you want to see her in person. How can you not feel strange about meeting up with someone who completely changed their style and looks simply because they wanted to be you?

"By the way, you won't be alone in this. When you go and hang out with Rika, we'll be watching from a distance and giving you intel." Valko comments, tossing intercoms at each person.

You blink. "Intel? We're dealing with a copycat, not someone from EVER." You snort, fidgeting with the intercom.

"You're right, but remember, this is someone who's trying to become you. You don't know how many screws are loose in that head of hers."

You sigh, plopping on your bed and listening to them come up with an elaborate plan. You start texting Rika about meeting up with her to hang out at Azure Square. A bubble immediately appears at the bottom of the screen: Rika agrees to meet up with you, but wants to know when the hangout will take place.

"When will we meet up with her?" You look up from your phone, waiting for someone to give you the time and date.

Xavier crosses his arms over his chest. "Tomorrow at 9 AM. It will be at Azure Square, specifically in front of the new boba shop Tara told you about. There are seats outside the shop, so we can hang around while you and Rika are inside chatting."

You give Xavier a thumbs up before typing in the time and location of the hangout. Immediately, Rika agrees to the hangout with glee (you know because of the emojis she attached to her response). You shut off your phone, putting it face down on your bed. You're not looking forward to tomorrow, but at the same time, you can't let Rika continue with whatever this is. Who knows, maybe the whole thing is harmless, and it was all in your head?

Note: Maybe my next LADS fic will mainly focus on Valko because I want to write something for him, but I don't know much about his personality to be able to write for him. My first draft was Valko-centered with the other love interests in the fic, but I struggled with it so much that I had to scrap it. I'll probably bring that fic back, but I need to be able to plan it out before I do type it. BRING VALKO BACK TO ME INFOLD :( Anyway, to all my new and returning readers, please keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr), Ko-Fi (Genshinluvr/Aaliah_exo), and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except for the listed sites! Read more of my works on my Grand Masterlist, which contains every masterlist I have created! Maybe support me by tipping me on Ko-Fi or by reblogging my fanfics! ^^ I will also be posting exclusive fanfics on Ko-Fi as well very soon! I might post all of my stories there, too, but who knows. You can also tip me on Tumblr if you'd like as a way to show support! ^^

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Shameless II

Pairing: RE9!Leon Kennedy x isekai'd!fem!Reader (ft. Grace Ashcroft and Emily) Summary: After being isekai'd into Resident Evil Requiem, you're forced to face many horrors with the man you've been shamelessly drooling over. But do the horrors stop you from thirsting over Leon? No, no, it does not. Note: This is part 2 of Shameless! I highly recommend reading the first part before jumping into reading Shameless II. Sorry I had to delay posting for this week :') I had writer's block, and it took some time for me to figure out what I wanted to type. As I've said in the first part, it ain't a Genshinluvr fic if I don't write one fic that has an Isekai plot. I had a blast typing this fic out despite the writer's block and having to scrap a couple of the previous drafts :') Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr), and AO3 (Aaliah_exo) Warning: Violence, mutated Emily (if that's a warning itself), a teeny tiny bit of hurt/comfort, you will probably get secondhand embarrassment from this fic. Word Count: 9.8k

After getting thrown into the world that is Resident Evil Requiem, you're forced to face the horrors with Leon. You and Leon dealt with Timothy, the ravenous, mutated, chunky zombie, and loads of blister heads that were waiting for you and Leon to show up outside of Victor Gideon's office. When Leon pulled the lever that was hidden inside a painting, more zombies mutated into blister heads, much to your dismay.

Out of the things you and Leon dealt with today, the blister heads are probably the worst things to come across because they swing their arms wildly until they land a hit on someone. Leon has yet to be injured, thankfully. Although you wouldn't mind if he gets a teeny bit injured because, you know, he breathes heavily and groans when he's injured, and that's music to your ears.

"Are you alright?" Leon asks, putting you back on the ground after killing the last blister head zombie while waiting for the secret door to open. He steadies you when you sway on your feet, still lightheaded from clinging to him while upside down.

You give Leon two thumbs up, nodding. "I'm perfectly fine, Leon. After all, you're the one who's dealing with the horrors while I'm the one holding onto you for dear life."

There were instances where you nearly slid off of Leon while he was running around, decapitating blister heads with his hatchet. Not going to lie, you could've sworn that you were going to meet your maker if you fell off of Leon during that time. But Leon made sure you didn't slip or fall, and you're grateful for that.

Leon chuckles. "I'm not dealing with the horrors alone, you know? I have you here with me, by my side at all times."

Even though Leon can manage all of the horrors while having you over his shoulders, clinging for dear life, you can't help but feel guilty that you can't do much to give him some kind of assistance. He's not only saving the world and Grace, but he's also protecting you from harm, even though you're not from his universe. He's doing all of this protecting, but who is protecting him? Certainly not you, because you don't have a weapon, nor do you know how to properly handle a gun.

Noticing the look on your face, Leon gently nudges you and tilts your head up. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks softly, eyebrows furrowing with worry.

You shake your head, giving him a small smile. "It's nothing, Leon. Don't worry about it."

Leon gives you an exasperated look. "You can't say that when we've been through a lot together already."

You press your lips into a thin line, debating if you should tell him. The door is still sliding open—very slowly. You look around the office, bodies scattered around, brain matter splattered on the walls, the smell of rotting flesh and blood wafting in the air. Leon continues staring at you, trying to read every expression you make, no matter how big or small the reactions are.

"If and when you're ever in trouble, please rely on me for help too. I will do everything I can to help you, even if I'm bad at aiming." You say.

Leon blinks, completely caught off guard by what you said. Of course, his shock didn't last long. Leon chuckles, nodding. "If and when the time comes, you have my trust to protect me when I need it. But for now, it's my obligation to protect you from harm."

The door eventually slides open, so you and Leon walk further inside the strange hidden hallway that leads to an elevator. You two enter the elevator, and Leon presses the button, watching the door slide closed. The elevator ends up taking you and Leon to another secret office.

Leon walks further into the office and starts speaking into his intercom, "Pretty sure we found Victor's private office."

You follow behind Leon, eyes scanning the room that was tucked away from the rest of the building. Why would Victor need an office hidden inside another office that requires you to take an elevator to reach it?

"Nice work. Lock it up." You hear the woman on the other side of Leon's intercom say.

"Yes, ma'am," Leon replies, approaching the computer and starts typing in random passwords.

While Leon is locking up the computer by inputting random passwords, you bite the inside of your cheek. God. It's the way Leon says it. That got you biting your bottom lip. If you were in your bedroom right now, you would've been giggling and twirling your hair after hearing those words leave Leon's lips. Leon eventually locks the computer, allowing the person on the other side of Leon's intercom to chime in.

"Bingo. I have the IP address. Just give me a minute, and… I'm in." The woman on the other side of Leon's intercom says.

"Okay, hit me," Leon says, his eyes locked on the monitor in front of him.

You walk to the window, glancing outside to see how big Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center is. You squint, nearly pressing your face up against the window to get a better view, but the lights inside the room you're in are making it almost hard to see outside. After a while, you hear Leon sigh.

"Sherry, you're killing me."

You turn to look at Leon, who's still waiting for a response from Sherry. From where you're standing, you can't make out what she's saying to Leon. As she's speaking, images start appearing on the monitor in front of Leon. Leon sighs in defeat, his head hangs low.

"Well, fuck." Leon mutters.

Leon and Sherry sigh in defeat. Silence hangs in the air for a brief moment before Leon says, "Well, hey. At least we're in it together, right?"

You want to peek over at the monitor to get a look at what's causing Leon to have this reaction, but you stop yourself. You don't want to be invasive, and judging by his question, it's something he and Sherry are dealing with. You briefly look at the monitor, but you're not sure what you're looking at. The hands on the monitor have black blotches on them, and you're not sure what it is. But what you do know is that it looks exactly like the one on the hand of the deceased person at the beginning of Leon's segment of the game.

"I know what it looks like, but why can't I put my fingers on it?" You whisper to yourself, trying to rack through your brain. You know what it is, but you can't seem to remember the root cause of those black blotches. Your memory is foggy.

Leon leans closer to the monitor, muttering, "Alright. What've we got?"

More images start appearing on the monitor as you approach Leon, still trying to remember the conversation Leon had with Sherry over his intercom at the beginning of his segment in the game. You stare at the screen blankly, questioning why your memory feels off. Maybe it's from the lack of sleep that's making your memory fuzzy, right?

"Elpis?"

You blink and look over at Leon, then at the monitor. What is Elpis? At the bottom right of the monitor, Grace's photo suddenly appears. Leon's eyebrows furrow with confusion, as did yours.

"Grace? What's she got to do with this?"

On cue, you and Leon hear a helicopter outside the window. You and Leon trade looks before walking to the window to see what's happening outside. A helicopter spins out of control with numerous zombies clinging on for dear life, obscuring the view of whoever is inside the helicopter. The helicopter crashes into a building before ultimately landing on the ground, sliding towards the metal gate, forcing it to come to a complete stop.

Leon looks around and notices a nearby rifle. He walks towards the gun and grabs it, muttering under his breath, "Hello, gorgeous." Leon has you back away from the window before breaking the window with the butt of the gun, before looking into the scope.

You try to get a glimpse of what Leon's looking at, but whatever Leon is looking at, you can't see it at all. That is, until you see someone stumbling out from the helicopter—a blonde woman. She makes her way to the back of the helicopter and pulls out an unconscious blonde girl.

"Grace?" You whisper.

Flames erupt from where Grace and the little girl are, as zombies start pounding their fists against the metal gate, trying to get to where the two are. You look at Leon, unsure of what to do in this moment.

Leon sighs, "That girl just can't stay out of trouble."

Leon continues looking through the scope, shooting down the zombies pounding at the metal gate as Grace makes her way to a chapel with the little girl in her arms. After a few minutes, Leon looks at you. Before you know it, Leon grabs you by the waist and tosses you over his shoulders. You yelp and wrap your arms around his waist, vision spinning from the sudden movement.

"I hope you don't mind my manhandling you," Leon mutters. "We need to get moving."

You wave, knowing he doesn't see it. "You can manhandle me as many times as you like, Leon. In fact, I welcome it with open arms. Throw me around as many times as you need."

Leon chuckles before vaulting over the broken window. Your breath gets caught in your throat as Leon sprints across the rooftop of the care center. You cling to Leon for dear life, watching flames engulf the plane from which Grace and the little girl emerged.

The closer you and Leon get to the chapel, the more zombies start to appear from the woodwork. Leon puts you on the ground and starts shooting the zombies that are trying to lunge and attack Grace. You break the nearest wooden box, handing the rifle ammo to Leon while he reloads his weapon.

"Nothing ever dies here, huh." You grumble, watching the zombie closest to the chapel door come to life and stumble off the ground, trying to reach for Grace.

Before it can grab hold of Grace, Leon shoots it in the head, causing the head to explode and spray blood everywhere. You blink, glancing at Leon, who's busy shooting down other zombies that come into view. With a man like Leon around, you (among many other people) don't need to worry about a zombie attacking you.

"Never mind, it's dead. I spoke too soon."

Your comment earned a snort from Leon. You watch Grace break the doors down to the chapel, running into the building after Leon managed to kill every zombie in the surrounding area.

Leon puts away his gun and turns towards you. "Alright, we should head down towards the chapel."

"Right! How are we going to do that exactly?" You ask, searching for a way to get down from the second floor of the building.

"We slide down," Leon replies, as if it's the most obvious answer.

Leon slides one arm behind your knees and places his other arm across the middle of your back. He lifts you and presses you against his chest before hopping over the railing, sliding down from the rooftop before hopping off. You yelp, grabbing onto the front of his shirt with tight fists. Leon kicks the zombie, knocking it over before ultimately crushing its head with his feet.

"Excuse us," Leon mutters, walking to the chapel with you in his arms.

While making your way to the chapel, a few zombies got in the way, which resulted in Leon launching a red explosive canister at the two zombies with one arm while still carrying you with the other arm. The red explosive canister explodes upon impact, sending limbs and chunks of flesh and organs flying around.

You look at Leon, mouth agape as he shoots a zombie near the entrance of the chapel with one arm. "Carrying me with one arm while slaying zombies with the other? I think that's the hottest thing you've ever done since I arrived in your universe, Leon." You mutter.

"Oh, really? I thought you liked the manhandling. Or do you find it attractive when I was grunting while prying open numerous warped closets and doors? Or is it my biceps—"

You cover Leon's mouth. "Okay, okay, you don't need to list them all out, Leon. We can both agree that I find anything you do attractive." You huff, crossing your arms over your chest while heat rushes to your face.

At this point, you're not entirely sure if it's the fire that's making you feel all hot and bothered, or if it's Leon's awareness of you finding every single thing about him attractive? Then again, you make it known. Leon enters the chapel, puts you on the ground, and walks towards Grace and the unconscious little girl.

"Grace."

Grace looks up from the unconscious little girl. "Leon!" Grace says, a huge wave of relief falling over her. Grace makes eye contact with you for a brief moment before looking back at Leon, who kneels before the two of them.

"Who is she?"

Grace looks down at the girl, her hands covering the blood stain on the girl's white nightgown. "This is Emily. Help me! I-I can't stop the bleeding." Grace panics, feeling her sanity start slipping away with every passing minute.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Leon says, not taking his eyes off Grace. "We're gonna be okay. Yeah?" He reassures Grace.

You can't help but find the interaction between Grace and Leon sweet. To you, their dynamic reminds you of a father and daughter who were forced into an apocalyptic nightmare. However, this moment was ruined by the undead outside the chapel. You hear growling coming from the entrance of the chapel, causing the hairs on your arms to raise. You clear your throat awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck when both Leon and Grace look in your direction.

You point to the entrance behind you, "I hate to break this moment, but there are a good number of zombies heading our way, and one of them is huge with blisters all over its body."

Leon looks around and notices a door next to the altar. "That should be the way to the water treatment plant. It's our way out."

Leon picks up Emily and gestures for you and Grace to follow. As you four make your way to the door closest to the altar, a zombie shouts through the window when it sees the four of you, startling you and Grace.

"They just don't give up," Leon mutters. "Take her." Leon hands Emily to Grace before turning towards the window and shooting the zombie three times.

Grace runs off with Emily in her arms after Leon instructs her to get Emily somewhere safe. Leon shoots down a zombie that entered the chapel through the door, watching it collapse before he walks over to you. Your heart falls into the pit of your stomach when a blistered zombie stumbles through the chapel's door, its blisters pulsing with every movement. Leon tosses you over his shoulders, takes his gun out of the holster, and starts aiming for the yellow blister.

"I'm curious, why didn't you make me go with Grace and Emily?" You ask, clinging to Leon as he aims for the pulsating blister.

Leon reloads his shotgun, running up to the altar and up the stairs as the blister-borne zombie starts charging at the two of you. You grunt, holding onto him tightly as Leon ascends the stairs.

"I figured you wouldn't want to leave my side even if going with Grace is the safest option," Leon replies, breaking the wooden boxes to pick up shotgun shells and handgun ammo. "Aside from that, I like having my sidekick around." Leon lightly pats your lower back.

The zombies in the chapel start mutating into blister heads; their agonizing screams are almost muffled by the sounds of the raging flames engulfing the chapel. You groan, going limp in Leon's arms. From a distance, Leon aims for the blister heads as they're stumbling around, searching for their target. Leon pulls the trigger, and their head explodes, sending blood all over the place.

While Leon is distracted by zombies that are mutating into blister heads, the blister-borne zombie starts making its way up the stairs to where you and Leon are camping out. Your eyes widen, and you pat the back of Leon's thighs, watching the blister-borne getting closer to where you're at.

"Leon, Leon! The blister-borne zombie is making its way to where we're at!" You shriek.

Leon turns and shoots the blister-borne's pulsing blister, causing it to burst and spray all over the place. You feel something splatter on your face, making you groan with disgust as you wipe your face with the back of your hand. Leon reaches for the red explosive canister nearby and chucks it at the blister-borne.

"You trust me, yeah?" Leon shouts over the sound of crackling flames.

"I do! I trust you with my life, Leon!" You shout back. "Why?"

"Hang on tight," Leon replies.

You tighten your arms around Leon's waist, and suddenly, you and Leon are airborne. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself when you feel your stomach drop. Once Leon lands on the ground, Leon's shoulder digs into your stomach, knocking the air out of you. There's a huge explosion where the blister-borne was standing, causing the ceiling to collapse.

Leon quickly grabs the med injector and the hand grenade and puts them away on his person. This went on for the next five minutes with Leon dodging the blister head and blister-borne zombie, making sure you don't get hurt in the process. A zombie—the one that has yet to mutate into a blister head—nearby emerges with an axe in its hand. You try getting Leon's attention, but he's occupied with the blister-borne that he didn't hear you frantically calling out to him.

You don't want Leon to get hit by the axe, so you started searching around his body for a gun. He ignored it at first, but then your hands start getting a bit too close to his… area, so Leon has to look down to see what in the world you're up to. Listen, Leon is very aware that you're into him, but he didn't think you had the guts to explore his body while you're both fighting to survive.

"What are you—"

You cheer, "I got it!"

You successfully take Leon's spare gun out of the holster and start blasting away at the zombie with the red axe. The zombie jerks each time a bullet penetrates it before collapsing to the ground. You sigh in relief, relaxing over Leon's shoulders. Leon opens his mouth to say something, but the zombie that you killed starts contorting before its head mutates into a blister head. You stare at the blister head, mouth agape.

"I don't think this thing is powerful enough to take out a blister head." You mutter, checking to see how much ammo you have left in the handgun.

The blister head starts charging at you and Leon, arms swinging wildly. When it's close to where you and Leon are standing, Leon blasts its head off with his shotgun. The (now headless) blister head collapses to the ground in a pool of blood. You put the safety lock back on the handgun, trying to put the gun back into the holster.

Leon lightly pats your hand. "Hold that for now."

Leon doesn't want you to let your hands wander around his body when the blister-borne zombie is slowly coming out of shock. Not now, at least. Leon reloads his shotgun, stepping away from the altar and closer to the entrance of the chapel. The blister-borne roars with anger, charging at Leon while swinging its arms. Leon manages to dodge it, but its nails manage to scratch Leon's bicep, making him groan at the sharp pain.

"Hey! I was supposed to be the one to do that to Leon, not you!" You exclaim, taking the safety lock off the gun and aiming for the blister on its back.

You shoot, and the blister explodes, causing it to spray serum everywhere. The blister-borne zombie shrieks before collapsing. Leon looks around the building to make sure there aren't any zombies lingering nearby, and thankfully, the ones that Leon sees are all (hopefully) dead and headless. Leon puts you down, and you fix your clothes, putting the safety lock back on before handing the handgun back to Leon.

Leon props his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised. "What did you mean when you said that you were the one that's supposed to 'do that' to me? Are you implying you were supposed to be the one to injure me?"

You cross your arms over your chest with a huff. "Of course, not, Leon! What I meant was I was supposed to be the one to leave scratch marks on you, not the blister-borne zombie," You correct him. "Anyway, let's go find Grace and Emily."

You grab Leon's wrist and walk to where Grace and Emily escaped. Leon shakes his head, chuckling in disbelief as he lets you drag him to the door without complaint. You and Leon walk around, searching for the two blondes. As you're walking up the stairs, you come across a pile of melted goop. Your face pinches with disgust as you're walking around whatever that thing was supposed to be.

"They should be around here somewhere," Leon mutters.

You and Leon hear Grace screaming from a distance, and the two of you don't hesitate for a moment and run to where the screams are coming from. When you and Leon arrive on the scene, Grace is crawling back while a mutated creature swings its arms at her. Leon immediately starts firing at the creature, alerting Grace of your and Leon's presence.

Grace looks at Leon as he steps forward, eyes filled with tears and fear. "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! That's Emily! It's Emily!" Grace screams, grabs onto Leon's arm, and starts shaking him.

"I'm sorry," Leon mutters, not taking his eyes off the now mutated version of Emily.

Leon proceeds to shoot the grotesque version of Emily while she swings her arms, shrieking and screaming at Leon as bullets penetrate her body. Grace continues screaming at Leon, pleading for him to stop shooting the girl and to listen to her. Grace turns to you, tears running down her cheeks.

Grace grabs hold of your wrist, lightly shaking you. "Please, tell him to stop shooting Emily! He's not listening to me!"

"I don't think he'll listen to me either, but I'll give it a shot." You say, patting Grace's arm.

You walk to Leon, making sure you don't attract attention to yourself. You place your hand over Leon's massive biceps, gently shaking him (as if that would do anything). "Leon, listen to Grace. I don't think shooting Emily would do anything—"

For a second, Leon briefly stops shooting Emily. You didn't have time to sigh in relief when Emily lunges her arm at you, her sharp nails grazing your face. You yelp, feeling a sharp pain blooming at the bridge of your nose and the apples of your cheeks. Wait! Since when can you get injured? Is this the first time you've been injured since you arrived in this universe? Leon yanks you back before Emily can get her claws on you, continuing where he left off—shooting Emily.

Emily eventually falls to the ground, blood spewing from her wounds. Grace sobs, sprinting over to where Emily lies before falling to her knees, wrapping an arm over the mutated Emily's body.

Leon gently caresses your face, wiping the blood that's blooming from the cut on your nose and cheeks. "Are you alright?" Leon murmurs, pressing his gloved hand against the wound.

You nod. "I'm okay, Leon. I thought I was invincible to injuries—I don't know why I did—but apparently, I'm not." You wince when Leon tries to clean your cuts, grabbing his hand to stop him. "Leon, I'm okay! It's just a scratch."

"Well, I should've been the one to scratch you." Leon mumbles.

You do a double-take. "Whoa, hey! That's my job right there, mister. Unless you're implying back scratches."

Grace stares at you and Leon, appalled by how you and Leon can act so nonchalant after Leon shot and killed Emily a few seconds ago! At this point, the tears have dried up, and now she's looking at you and Leon (mainly Leon) with anger.

"I wanted to save her!" Grace shouts, grabbing Leon's attention.

Leon sighs, letting go of you and turning towards Grace's direction. "You don't understand, that's wh—"

"No! I never would have escaped without her. This is all my fault. Again!" Hot tears start rolling down her cheeks again, her chest heaving with each breath she takes.

Leon tries to comfort Grace, telling her that everyone involved is still alive (minus Emily, of course) and that everyone needs to keep going. Grace frowns, shaking her head before taking the requiem gun out and tossing it on the ground in front of Leon. Leon looks at Grace in disbelief, watching her walk away to who knows where. Leon kneels to pick up his gun, only to collapse and start coughing.

"Leon!" You gasp, running to his side. "Leon, are you okay?"

Leon coughs up blood, spitting out a glob of blood before wiping his mouth. You nearly spiral when you see Leon coughing and spitting up blood. Has Leon been hiding his illness from you this entire time? How long has he been sick? You wrap Leon's arms around your shoulders, helping him up from the ground. You and Leon eventually make it out of Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center, walking to where Leon parked his Porsche.

Leon opens the door to the passenger side, but you refuse to get in. At least, not until you get your answer. You examine Leon's face, eyes picking up on the littlest details of his face as he stares at you, confused. Leon doesn't look any different from when you first met him.

"You promise that you can continue going after Grace even though you were coughing up blood?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

Leon nods. "I promise. Besides, if something happens to me, you promise to protect me," Leon smiles at you.

Despite the reassurance, you can't help but shake off the feeling of dread. Sooner or later, Leon's condition is going to get worse, and his life will be in your hands. Before getting into the car, you step forward and wrap your arms around Leon's waist. Leon wraps his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you tightly against him.

"If I'm going to be protecting you, you're going to need to teach me how to shoot and handle a gun properly," You mumble against Leon's chest.

Leon's chest rumbles with laughter. God, you nearly melt in his arms. "Of course, I'll teach you when we arrive in Raccoon City."

You eventually get into the passenger side of the car, and Leon closes the door once you get in. Once Leon gets into the driver's seat, closes the door, and puts his seat belt on, he starts talking to Sherry in his intercom after starting his car and leaving the premises. You buckle in and lean in your seat, watching the scenery go by.

You pull down the sun visor and lift up the cover of the mirror, looking at your reflection. The cut on your nose and the apples of your cheeks still hurt, but the pain is dull. How strange. You trace over the scratches, wincing when the wound stings under your touch. You don't know why you assumed you're immune to injuries despite being thrown into this universe.

You have no one to talk to about this, and even if you talked to Leon, he's just as clueless as you are. It wouldn't be too bad if you're stuck here forever, right? It's nearly identical to your universe, but the only difference is zombies roaming in some parts of the world, and the (once) fictional characters from a franchise that you love exist. And your family isn't in this universe.

You and Leon soon arrive at Raccoon City; the car comes to a complete stop. The city is nothing but ruins, cars abandoned on the side of the road, collecting dust and rusting. You hesitantly unbuckle your seat belt, mentally preparing for what's waiting for you and Leon once you step out of the car.

Leon sighs, turning off the engine of his car and unbuckling his seat belt. "Well, the road is gone," Leon mutters, turning to you as he gets out of the car. "Gonna have to find another way around."

"Alright, I'll leave that to you two." Sherry's voice crackles from Leon's intercom.

You get out of the car, shielding your eyes when the wind blows dust in your direction. Leon looks at his phone, still talking to Sherry over his intercom. Leon thanks Sherry for giving him the coordinates on Victor's computer before ending the call between them. Leon tucks his phone into his pocket, gesturing for you to follow him.

"Are you going to manhandle me again when we're dealing with zombies again?" You tease Leon, walking beside him as he searches around the vicinity.

Leon snorts. "That depends on what situation we're in. Do you want me to manhandle you that badly?" Leon raises his eyebrows at you.

You hold your hands up. "Hey, you said that there's plenty of time for you to manhandle me, and so far, I can picture many scenarios in which manhandling is required."

"Fair point."

Leon walks ahead of you with his DSO-issued gun, the requiem gun, in hand. Leon reaches behind him, grabbing hold of your hand so you two won't get separated. At least, that's the literal reason. In your head, you assume he wants to hold hands with you because he fell in love with you and your wit, and you guys are going to be happily married by the end of all of this!

You can't help but look at the ginormous gun in Leon's hands. It's probably bigger than your hand and forearm combined! You know it's a powerful gun, you've used it when you played as Leon in the first part of Leon's segment in the game before Leon was kidnapped by Victor Gideon. Would Leon let you try out the government-issued gun?

"Alright, what's brewing in that head of yours?" Leon's voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

You point at his gun. "Can I try it?"

Leon blinks at you, then glances at his gun. "Yes, but I do want to warn you that it packs a punch, and if you don't handle it properly, you can fly back from the recoil."

You and Leon stop walking, now standing in the middle of the road close to a shipping container. Now standing behind you, Leon hands you the massive revolver. You know the gun is heavy, but it's heavy. You look at the gun in awe at its design and size. It's certainly bigger than your hand and forearm combined. You glance at Leon's arms, comparing the gun to his massive arms that you crave to have around your neck.

"You see that zombie over there?" Leon murmurs into your ears.

God, he's so close that you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. You clench your jaw, nodding. Leon corrects your stance and how you're holding Requiem. Whatever Leon is explaining to you, it went in one ear and out the other.

Leon has you tighten your hand on the grip of the revolver. You aim for the zombie slowly coming into view. Good thing it hasn't spotted you and Leon yet. You take a deep breath, waiting for the right time to shoot the zombie. Your heart drums against your chest, making it nearly impossible to focus because you're too busy being aware of how close you and Leon are.

"Ready when you are." Leon chuckles, waiting for you to fire the first shot at the zombie.

You press down on the trigger, finally firing the first shot after a while. Instead of hitting the zombie, like you hoped it would, the bullet ends up hitting the structure behind it. The zombie's head jerks toward your and Leon's direction, limping its way towards you two. Other than attracting attention to you and Leon, you're relieved that the barrel of the gun didn't fly back and whack you in the face from the recoil.

"You could use some practice, but it's alright. Any unfortunate beings here will be your target to practice on," Leon replies, smoothly taking Requiem from your hands and effortlessly shooting the zombies that were making their way towards you two. "Well, once we get to our location, of course."

You and Leon proceed to explore the area, picking up some scraps, ammo, shotgun shells, and med injectors. You and Leon soon come across a revolving door that leads to who knows where. Leon pushes on the door, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Dammit. It's jammed," Leon muttered, turning to you. "This might be a two-person job."

Leon gestures for you to get in front of him. You bite your bottom lip and stand in front of him, pressing both of your hands against the metal slab. You and Leon start pushing against it, trying to get the revolving door to budge. Unfortunately for Leon, the door is barely moving despite the amount of force he's putting into it. Fortunately for you, though, Leon's massive arms are caging you to the door, and you're just hearing him grunting into your ears while his biceps are flexing with each push.

"Are you even pushing?" Leon grunts, peeking down at you.

"Honestly? I'm not, but I'll put in the effort now." You reply, finally putting some force into your shove.

Leon laughs, shaking his head. "You're absolutely shameless."

The door finally moves, and you and Leon manage to get to the other side of the door. You dust your hands, looking around with wide eyes. The entire area, from what you're seeing, is covered in spiderwebs. Some cars are dangling in the air by huge amounts of spiderwebs.

"Oh hell no…" You trail off, suddenly having the urge to return to Leon's car. "I didn't know that Spider-Man was in town! Maybe we should go back to the car since Spider-Man, apparently, has this all under control."

Just as you're about to walk past Leon back to where you two originally came from, Leon grabs you by the shoulders and shakes his head. "Listen, he may have stopped by in town, but what makes you think he has everything under control? If anything, things seem to have gotten out of hand on his part." Leon gestures to the spiderwebs.

You pout, letting Leon guide you past the spiderwebs and to who knows where next. You end up stepping on something, causing it to snap underneath your shoes. You and Leon stop and look down at what made the noise (it was a skull), only to hear something strange echoing. It's deep rumbling, almost like a purr, mixed with hissing. Both of you slowly look up to see a building-sized spider climbing down from its hiding spot.

"Oh, holy shit."

"Oh, hell no!"

The spider tries to stomp down on you and Leon, but the two of you manage to jump out of the way. Leon pulls out his hatchet and hits the spider's leg with the blade of his hatchet. Dark green liquid squirts from the wound, making the spider pull away with a shriek.

Leon backs away, staring up at the spider. "Oh, fuck," Leon mutters before grabbing onto your forearm and pulling you into the nearest abandoned building as the giant spider chases after you two.

You and Leon watch the spider struggle to fit through the door, trying to reach for you and Leon. The concrete above the doorframe begins to crack and crumble before collapsing onto the spider, trapping you and Leon in the vacant building. The spider shrieks and disappears, but you have an awful feeling that it'll show up again very soon.

You squeeze Leon's hands. "I knew Spider-Man was in town, but I didn't know his mom was keeping him company!"

Leon sharpens his hatchet before putting it away, pulling Requiem out from his holster. Leon breaks the nearest wooden box and picks up shotgun shells before storing them away. The more you and Leon walk further into the building, the more you see spiderwebs blocking the halls. Leon slashes the spiderweb with his hatchet as the giant spider speeds by the entrance at the end of the hall.

"There's an exit!" You sigh in relief, hoping to leave before the spider can make another surprise appearance.

You're about to take off, but Leon holds you back. "I wouldn't be too confident about that right now."

As if you and Leon summoned her, the spider busts through the walls, sending debris all over the place while you and Leon take cover. The spider roars with anger before chasing after you and Leon, forcing the two of you to run back to where it all began. There are instances where you have come close to death before, and this is certainly one of them. The spider somehow tossed you and Leon against the wall, sending you to another room.

It chases you and Leon throughout the building, on multiple floors, for about fifteen minutes. But it did not feel like fifteen minutes at all. You and Leon have jumped and dodged the spider multiple times, threw two red explosive canisters at it. What did the spider do? She spurted out babies and had them attack you and Leon.

Leon makes sure to aim for the bulging eggs on the spider's abdomen, causing it to jiggle with every shot. You make a face every time it bounces, and can't help but feel uncomfortable by it. Eventually, the chase comes to an end, and Leon successfully kills the spider! Only after it grabs you and Leon with its freakishly long fangs, pinning both of you against the wall as Leon hacks it with a hatchet repeatedly until it dies.

The spider crashes onto the ground, forcing the cement floors to collapse underneath its weight and landing in an abandoned subway. You immediately hop off the spider, shuddering and rubbing your arms. You wouldn't say that you're deathly afraid of spiders, but after this encounter, you certainly hate them even more than you already do.

"I missed that Raccoon City hospitality," Leon mutters, getting off the spider and wrapping his arm over your shoulders. "Let's get out of here."

"You don't have to tell me twice." You grumble, wrapping both your arms around his waist and making your way through the dark subway.

Leon turns on his flashlight, searching for an exit while you're holding onto him. You two explored around a little bit, hoping that certain doors would lead somewhere, but they're either locked or blocked off. The subway smells disgusting, and the longer you're in the subway, the more it's harder for you to be able to handle the smell.

You and Leon eventually come across a revolving door, but it's jammed like the previous revolving door you dealt with. Thank goodness the subway is mostly pitch black because Leon won't see that shit-eating grin on your face. He hands you the flashlight and has you standing between him and the jammed revolving door.

"Do you want me to help push, or just hold the flashlight?" You ask, peeking up at Leon in the dark.

Leon grabs the metal bars, putting pressure on them. "Hold the flashlight for now. If I need help, I'll let you know."

You cheer internally, but on the outside, you're cool, calm, and collected. Leon starts pushing against the revolving door, trying to get it to budge. Leon grunts, his face pinching up as he tries to force his way through the door. In the process of trying to get the door to move, his chest is pressing up against your back, almost pinning you to the metal door.

"Need help?" You squeak, trying not to pass out.

"Nah, I'm fine. You just continue to hold onto the flashlight for me," Leon murmurs.

After what felt like an eternity—God, you wish it was that long—Leon manages to get the revolving door to move and get you two to the other side of the subway. You hand the flashlight back to Leon, needing to collect your thoughts and ignore the burning pit in your stomach. Leon gently nudges you towards the entrance up ahead, his hand on your lower back as he guides you in the darkness with his flashlight as a source of light.

The metal door that leads to (hopefully) the outside happens to be warped closed. You nearly cry out in happiness. Even though you and Leon have been through hell and back in Raccoon City, the desolate city just keeps on blessing you in so many ways. Leon whips out his hatchet and starts prying the metal doors open. His massive biceps flex under that tight shirt of his; he grunts and continues prying the door open with the hatchet until it busts open.

Leon pushes the door open and turns to you as daylight pours into the once pitch-black subway, only to see you staring at him with an unreadable expression. You're biting down on your finger, still in a daze. Leon tilts his head, walking up to you slowly, eyebrows raised. You blink, letting your hands fall to your sides as you try to act like you're not about to jump his bones if this continues.

Standing in front of you, barely leaving any space between you two, Leon presses his hand against your forehead. "Are you alright? You seem a bit… out of it."

You smile, nodding. "I'm fine, Leon! I'm just… trying to process everything that has happened since we've arrived at Raccoon City, that's all." You lie.

Leon stares at you, taking in every detail of your face despite the darkness. The longer Leon stares at you, the hotter your face becomes. God, you really want to bite his massive biceps, but now is not the right time to be yearning for those biceps of his. Eventually, Leon leads you out of the subway, his hands on your lower back. Your heart thumps against your chest to the point where you can feel it in your throat.

Once out of the subway, you and Leon walk towards the barricade. Leon stops in front of the barricade, eyes scanning the sight before him while you're looking around in awe. You never thought you'd be in Raccoon City, a fictional city in your universe, but here you are!

"Okay, Sherry. We've hit the barricade. Looks like someone else was here first, and they were planning on busting their way in." Leon looks away from the barricade, searching his surroundings. "Know a way around?"

Leon's intercom crackles, and you hear Sherry on the other end of the call. "The Army Corps of Engineers erected it to seal the city. It goes on for miles."

"Guess the only way in is through, then."

The call with Sherry ends there, and you and Leon get to searching around. You and Leon need to find a detonator to blow up this barricade. There are a few zombies here and there, but not near this base you and Leon come across. After searching around and getting fuel to power the camp, Leon finds out that the camp belongs to the BSAA.

As Leon collects items around the camp to add to his belongings, you lean against the table, looking at the maps and objectives in the camp. Leon enters the camp, speaking to Sherry on the intercom before approaching the laptop on the table and turning it on.

You watch Leon do his thing, completely mesmerized by what he can do with and without the help of Sherry. You start roaming around the camp, trying to take in as much information as you can because who knows when Leon will rely on your knowledge and memory? Speaking of memory, your memory is still a little bit fuzzy—not the memories of when you first arrived in this universe, but the memories before you were thrown into Leon's world.

"Alright, it looks like everything is settled for now. We need to find three detonator parts and assemble them if we want to make it past the barricade," Leon comments, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Are you ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. Do I get my own weapon, or am I holding onto you while you mow down these zombies?" You joke, walking to the garage with Leon.

Leon stops in front of you, holding his arms out and spinning around before stopping. "Pick a weapon of your choice, and choose wisely."

You walk around Leon, looking at every weapon that is decorating his body. Three handguns (Requiem included), hand grenades, a shotgun, and the infamous hatchet that is sitting prettily above Leon's ass. Leon watches you, amused over the fact that you're walking around him and looking at his weapons like you're window shopping.

You stop in front of Leon, tapping on your chin. "As much as I would love to choose Requiem, it's too powerful for an amateur like myself." You sigh, feigning disappointment.

"Hey, with enough practice, I'm sure you'll be able to use Requiem like a pro in no time."

You purse your lips, walking closer to Leon. "I have made my decision! I'll take these guns instead of Requiem." You say, wrapping your arms around Leon's massive biceps. "I heard they pack a punch almost as much as Requiem does."

Leon laughs. "Good choice; however, I believe you would much prefer this over your current choice of weapon." Leon hands you alligator snapper.

You inspect the gun, testing your grip on the gun. It doesn't feel too heavy on your hands like Requiem, and it's not bigger than your forearm and hand combined. Plus, you can put it away easily rather than it dangling awkwardly on your person like Requiem.

"Alright! Let's go kick some zombie asses and find those detonator parts, Leon!"

Leon presses the red button, and the garage slowly opens, only to be stuck halfway. You and Leon duck underneath the garage and start searching the rundown building. Leon adds another hand grenade to his growing collection while you pocket some of the items in the area in case Leon runs out of space. But since men have pockets that can fit a literal rocket launcher inside of them, you doubt that Leon will be running out of space any time soon.

Leon leads the way, walking ahead of you as he scans his surroundings. In his hand is Requiem, his beloved DSO-issued revolver, ready to blast any zombie that decides to pop out of nowhere like daisies. The first floor of the logistics warehouse is covered in dust, and as far as you know, there's nothing interesting that you need to take note of. Leon breaks the wooden boxes, obtaining handgun ammo (which he hands to you), walking further into the warehouse.

"Man, where are the zombies at?" You mumble.

By the grace of the universe, zombies start emerging from the ground like daisies. Leon looks at you, eyebrow raised. You shake your head, grabbing his hand and running back to where the two of you came from. As you're running back to the entrance of the warehouse, hordes of zombies are now wobbling and limping towards you and Leon.

"Wait a minute, a lot of these zombies have weapons!" You point at the zombie in the distance with a large, sharp object while the other is holding something that looks like it can take you out with a single hit.

Leon starts shooting the zombies with Requiem, blowing their heads off while you're aiming for the legs to immobilize them to give you time to reload and shoot other nearby zombies. Everything seems to be going smoothly until the one fucker with a gun appears out of nowhere and starts spraying bullets all over the place, forcing you and Leon to go into hiding to prevent getting hit by any stray bullets.

"You know, I did not know that zombies have Second Amendment rights—because, you know, they're dead—but I shouldn't be surprised at all because this is the United States of America." You grumble, burrowing yourself closer to Leon as the armed zombie starts making its way to where you and Leon are hiding.

Leon grabs a hand grenade and chucks it into the warehouse. A loud explosion follows not long after, and the sound of bullets spraying all over the place finally stops. You sigh in relief, peeking from your and Leon's hiding spot, making sure there aren't any zombies walking around. Little did you know, Leon also peeks from the corner above you, scanning the warehouse with scrutiny.

"Looks like we're safe for now," Leon mutters, nudging you to follow after him.

You sigh, following closely. "I don't know what's worse. Dealing with zombies that like throwing things, blister heads, or zombies that are armed." You mumble, reloading the alligator snapper.

"I'd say they're all bad, but unfortunately, since our journey has yet to come to an end, I'm sure there are things that will outrank the three you mentioned," Leon replies.

For the next thirty minutes, you and Leon proceed to explore the upper "floor" of the logistics warehouse. Zombies are, in fact, popping up like daisies and through the window, scaring the absolute shit out of you. One of them, which was carrying a projectile, swings the weapon at you, nearly taking you out. Leon grabs you by the back of your shirt and tosses you over his shoulder like a rag doll, and blasts the zombie's head off effortlessly, taking the other zombie with it.

You peek from Leon's shoulders. "I had it, you know?"

"I know you did. They appeared out of nowhere and caught you off guard." Leon pats your back before putting you back on the ground. "You're not hurt anywhere, are you?" Leon scans you from head to toe, making sure the blood stains on your clothes do not belong to you.

"I'm fine, Leon. But you'll need to give me a minute." You say, clutching your heart and taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

He gently rubs your back, looking around to see if there are any stragglers nearby. So far, there are zombies on the other side of the warehouse where you and Leon need to get to, but they don't seem to pose much of a threat (for now). Once you're done calming down, you gesture for Leon to proceed where you two left off.

Eventually, you and Leon got what you two were looking for and are now standing at the top of the logistics warehouse. Leon is looking through the binoculars, talking to Sherry over the intercom while you're peeking through the scope of Leon's rifle. A few zombies are wandering on the road near the camp, but there's a giant hole between the gas station and the camp, so they can't wander over even if they wanted to.

Leon turns around, looking at the building that's leaning over the overpass. You gently press down on the trigger, aiming for the zombies in the distance. Leon did say that there will be plenty of targets for you to practice on at Raccoon City, so you're doing that! You pull the trigger and watch the zombie fall to the ground, alerting the other zombie nearby.

You try shooting the other zombie, but miss a few times. Finally, after the fifth shot, the zombie's head explodes when the ammo penetrates its skull. Not bad! It's certainly not perfect, but you're doing great for someone who's not licensed! You lower the rifle and turn to Leon, only to see him watching you with an amused look on his face.

"Not bad, rookie. I'll give you some tips and tricks once we get to Cedarbrook Apartments." Leon gestures for you to follow him to the exterior elevator.

You hand Leon back the rifle, crossing your arms behind your back. "Rookie? Does that mean that you're officially my superior?" You get onto the elevator with Leon, watching him press the button.

"You can say that, yes."

You hum, watching the camp get closer. "Would it be unprofessional if a rookie… You know what? Never mind!" You press your lips into a thin line, waiting for the elevator to open.

"You can't start your sentence like that and then say never mind." Leon sighs. "Think about my feelings and how it makes me feel when you're about to say something unhinged, only to back off on it." Leon pokes your side.

You jolt and grab Leon's hand, glaring at him before he pinches your nose lightly. You swat his hand away, attempting to bite him. Leon covers your entire face with his hand once the elevator doors open. You stare at Leon through his fingers, contemplating whether you should do it. Leon raises his eyebrows at you, watching a thought brew in your head. He's wearing gloves, so it's not like he'll feel it anyway.

With his hand still over your face, Leon starts shaking your head around like how cat owners would. You burst out laughing, swatting his hands away from your face before fixing your disheveled hair. You two walk to the supply box in the BSAA camp, watching the screen light up. From there on, you leave the entire thing for Leon to deal with.

"What, you don't want to pick out a weapon of your choice?" Leon mutters, looking over his shoulder.

You shrug. "I think alligator snapper is great for now. Maybe as we progress in this area, before detonating the barricade, I'll pick something out. For now, you should upgrade your weapons. But definitely get more handgun ammo. I'm running low on them."

"Yes, ma'am." Leon murmurs, tapping away at the screen while you stare at him with your mouth agape.

You close your mouth and look at the entrance of the BSAA camp, trying to keep your composure. There's no way Leon just said that so casually. God, if only you and Leon could stay in Raccoon City a little longer after this. Lock you and Leon in a room, and you bet that you and Leon can repopulate Raccoon City in no time.

You lightly slap your forehead. "Am I ovulating or something? Why am I even more thirsty for Leon? Aside from the obvious…" You mutter to yourself.

Leon stops what he's doing and looks at you, eyebrows raised. "Did something happen?"

You turn to him, smiling at him innocently while shaking your head. You gesture for Leon to continue what he's doing, trying not to lose your mind. Leon continues what he's doing, and while he's occupied, you stare at his back, biting your lip. He's so huge. His shoulders are so broad, and his back… God, his back! You can see his back muscles through that tight shirt of his. The way he's leaning over the supply box, both hands on the edge of the box.

"You know I can feel you staring holes into the back of my head, right?" Leon asks, not looking away from the supply box.

You shrug. "Can you blame a lady? You're a sight for sore eyes, Mr. Kennedy." You lean on the table behind Leon, absolutely enamored by what you're seeing in front of you.

"Oh yeah? Are you liking what you're seeing?" Leon turns around, leaning against the supply box and crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging.

You nod, biting your lips. "Oh, I'm loving it, Leon."

Leon pushes himself off the supply box, walking up to you like a predator would with their prey. Now, toe-to-toe, Leon stares down at you, caging you between his body and the table. This tension between you and Leon is so thick that you can almost physically feel it. The things you would do for Leon to wrap his arms around your neck and suffocate you.

"You're getting a bit distracted." Leon pokes your forehead.

You hum, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his. "You're the distraction, actually."

Leon sighs, head tilting forward. "As much as I would like to address the elephant in the room, we have tasks to do," Leon mutters.

You pucker your lips. "If I rename myself 'Task,' would you do me?"

Leon laughs, shaking his head. "That's actually a good one, I gotta hand it to you."

You laugh, curtsying as you allow Leon to grab your wrist and walk you to Cedarbrook Apartments. While there's tension between you and Leon, you two continue exploring a newly unlocked area together like it was nothing. Of course, sometimes you and Leon would catch the other person staring at them, but it's not awkward. After obtaining more ammo for Requiem, you and Leon walk to the side entrance of the building.

You open the door cautiously, only to see that the building is rather dark inside. Leon walks in front of you, arm reaching behind to grab your hand and make sure you're close behind. Your heart drums against your chest the farther you enter the vacant building, eyes hardly adjusting to the darkness.

"You trust me, right?" Leon murmurs.

You squeeze his hand. "I trust you with my life, Leon."

"Good, I'm just making sure," Leon replies, gently squeezing your hand in return. "Cause I trust you with mine."

"Even if I can't aim for shit?" You rest your chin on Leon's back.

Leon laughs. "Yes, even if you can't aim, it's alright. I'll help you improve your aim."

Your heart does the weird thing again. It's fluttering against your chest, making your breath hitch. It doesn't feel unpleasant, but you certainly know that no one has ever made you feel this way before, until Leon Kennedy stepped into the picture. Even though your future remains unclear, you're going to cherish every moment you have with Leon.

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FIND HOT DILFS NEAR YOU!

Pairing: RE9!Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader Summary: You decided to be bold for once and match with a 49-year-old DSO agent named Leon Kennedy on a dating app that advertises itself as a DILF finder. Note: This idea popped up in my head while I was swiping left on every person that appeared. So, it got me thinking: what would it be like if a handsome man like Leon S. Kennedy stumbled upon your dating profile? I had to make it happen, and boom! It's finally here. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Warning: Slight suggestive themes (but there is no smut, even though I did think about writing smut close to the end for this fic), would the use of a dating app count as a warning? A bit cringey in some parts, lowkey. Word Count: 8.3k

You have horrible luck when it comes to relationships. It's not the fact that you're unappealing, look and personality-wise—it's the fact that you have shit taste in men. You assumed that your taste in men is decent, but looking back on it, you have wasted the majority of your twenties on men who have the mental and emotional capacity of a fucking piece of bread.

Most of these men are from dating apps because you don't go out much, you mean, how could you when you're a workaholic? It's been, what, almost two years since you've seen someone, and you certainly do not want to go back on dating apps.

"Come on! It's been a little over two years since you last talked to some guy named Carlos. The man just disappeared off the face of the earth after taking you out for dinner." Your friend pleads over the phone.

You pull at the loose thread of your blanket. "But Esther, you told me that I was putting myself on the clearance section by being on a dating app."

"I… I don't know how to respond to that. Wow, I don't remember saying that at all, but I was not wrong in the slightest." She sputters over the phone. "Listen, since you don't go to bars or outside in general, dating apps are the closest thing you can get to meeting your soulmate."

You roll your eyes. How many men claim that you're their soulmate over the message on dating apps again? After a few minutes of talking over the phone with Esther, you hang up the phone and lie in your bed, scrolling on some website, before an ad pops up on your screen just as you're about to click on another page, opening another window to some random website.

"Fucking hell, what did I click on?" You rub your tired eyes, waiting for the screen to load.

Lo and behold, the website loads and shows a black background with hot pink words that say, "FIND HOT DILFS NEAR YOU!!!!" with multiple red exclamation marks right after it. The color of the text itself makes your eyes hurt, forcing you to look away and blink.

Hot DILFs, huh? You brace yourself and look at the screen, reading the small paragraph underneath the title of the website. You're a single woman with no children. Would you want to get into a relationship with a man who already has children from his past relationships? Definitely not your cup of tea, but god, you're so curious to see what this app has in store for you.

You purse your lips, fingers hovering over the "install app" button. You've been mainly dating men around your age range, like 25 and over, and it's not working out well for you. Maybe you do need an older man over the age of thirty-five in your life. But a man who's a father? You press the button, and it takes you to the app store. Surprisingly, it's a regular dating app like Tinder and Bumble.

Your eyebrows furrow. "Why did you advertise it as a DILF finder only to be a regular dating app this entire time?"

You install the app on your phone and wait. Once the app is installed on your phone, you start setting up your profile after signing up. You enter your name, your age, where you're located, your height, and other things. You select ten of your most flattering pictures from your camera roll and begin picking out prompts and answering them for your profile.

Once you're done setting up your profile, you start scrolling through the options the app has to offer. Much to your dismay, the majority of the men appearing on your screen aren't your type. Not because they're way older and have kids—well, yes, it's mainly because of the second reason—but because these men did not choose flattering pictures of themselves. Heck, maybe these are the only decent pictures they have of themselves!

You swipe left on every man that appears on your screen, disappointed with what you're seeing. While you're disappointed with the options, your notifications are blowing up with the number of men who want to match with you on the godforsaken dating app. You continue swiping, and swiping, and swiping through various profiles, disappointed each time you swipe.

You put your phone face down on your bed, dragging your hand down your face with a frustrated sigh. Maybe it's time for you to go to bed. No man is worth losing sleep over when you have work tomorrow. You roll over on your side and blindly reach for your charging cord, plugging in your phone. As you're getting comfortable in bed, your phone chimes and the screen lights up from the notification.

Kindred Spirits: ❤️ Leon has sent you a flame! 🔥

You pull your blanket up to your chin and grab your phone. You click on the notification, type in your passcode, and unlock your phone. The app loads and takes you to the "liked you" section of the app.

The first person to pop up is not Leon, so you swipe left on every person who has liked you until Leon's profile pops up. Once his profile pops up, you gasp in awe. God, Leon is a handsome man. His brown stubble with a hint of gray, the creases between his eyebrows, and he has gorgeous blue eyes. While that would be an immediate right swipe, you force yourself to stop and scroll down his profile to read everything.

Leon is a 49-year-old man who is 5'11. He's not that far from you—about ten miles away from where you're located. You continue scrolling down to see more pictures of him on his profile. One photo is of him at a shooting range with a huge gun, and you're not talking about his biceps. Speaking of his biceps, that is the first thing that grabs your attention every time you scroll down his profile.

One of his hobbies is going to the gym, which you're not surprised in the slightest given the fact that his arms are huge. You scroll back up to look at his occupation—you want a man who has a stable job and income, not one that's temporary or men who like to claim they're self-employed—to see that he listed his occupation as "government employee."

"Oh, he's stable and makes a decent amount of money. What about children?" You look everywhere on his profile to see if there are children mentioned, only to see that he has four children. Can't be mad at that, considering you're on an app that advertises itself as a DILF finder, plus Leon is very attractive, so you're not surprised that he has more than one child.

You're still shocked to see that a handsome man like Leon sent you a flame. What do flames signify again? You swipe right on Leon, watching your and Leon's profile pictures appear on the screen with a fiery heart in between your icons. You have officially matched with Leon! Your first ever match on this app! You go to the Q&A section of the app, scroll until you find the question you've been wondering about.

Q: What do flames do?

A: Flames are the highest form of compliment you can give someone on Kindred Spirits. When you send someone a flame, it lets the person know that you are very interested in this person and want to connect with them. There is a limited amount of flames you can give out to people on Kindred Spirits. Make sure to use them wisely.

After reading that, you bite your bottom lip. Leon sent you a flame, meaning he's very interested in you after seeing your profile. But are you the only woman he sent a flame to, or did he send a flame to other women, too? As you ruminate in your thoughts, a message pops up in the app.

Leon: 👋

You press your lips into a thin line, holding back a snicker. Somehow, you forget that DILFs don't typically message like the men your age. You check the time on your phone, your eyes nearly bugging out of your head at the sight. It's almost midnight!? What is Leon doing up around this time?

You click on the message and see the small green dot in the corner of Leon's profile picture. He's online and most likely waiting for you to reply to his waving emoji message. You can't help but laugh at how cute it is.

You: Hi, Leon!:) Why are you up around this time?

You can't help but cringe at the message you sent to Leon. You're not much of a conversationalist, but you try your best to be one. You watch the small dots appear on the screen, waiting for Leon to respond to your message.

Leon: I can ask you the same thing lol. Your profile caught my attention, and I cannot pass up the opportunity to match with you 😉

Heat rushes to your cheek after reading his message. God, you want to ask him if you're the only person he sent a flame to, but it's too early to question these things. Plus, who knows if you'll make it past this… talking stage with Leon. You and Leon proceed to text each other for the next few hours, completely forgetting about your sleep.

You and Leon stop texting each other after one of you falls asleep, and it wasn't you who fell asleep. You show up to work with little to no sleep, but you're surprisingly energetic. When you're at your desk, you receive a notification from Kindred Spirit.

Leon: Sorry, I fell asleep. Lol. I really enjoyed talking to you last night, but…

The message cuts off there, but since you're on the clock, you can't click the notification to read the full message from Leon. Why did the message cut off there? Now you can't focus on your job because you're wondering what the full message was. After the conversation last night dragged into this morning, did Leon realize that you're not what he was expecting when he came across your profile?

The first two hours of your shift feel longer than they really are because of how distracted you are after catching a glimpse of Leon's message on Kindred Spirits. Every few minutes, you look at your phone from the corner of your eye, hoping to see another message from Leon appear. Unfortunately, whenever your phone lights up, it's a notification from Kindred Spirits, but from people who either swiped right on you or sent you a flame.

By the time your break rolls around, you make your way to the break room, eyes glued to your phone as you rush to unlock it. You pause, mentally kicking yourself for feeling this way about a man you barely know on a dating app. But he's so handsome and is sweet, and it would be a shame if things didn't go how you hoped they would. You sit against the wall, clicking on the message that Leon sent to you two hours ago.

Leon: Sorry, I fell asleep. Lol. I really enjoyed talking to you last night, but I would prefer if we talked in person or over the phone, your choice. I'm not much of a texter, as you can see from my slow replies. If you're not busy, would you like to meet up for lunch or dinner today?

You: You don't need to apologize for falling asleep, Leon! We've been talking for hours last night until the next day, which means I really enjoyed talking to you as much as you enjoyed talking to me:) We can meet up for lunch! What time sounds good for you? My lunch break starts at 12:00, and it's an hour-long break.

You click send and wait for Leon's response. Your heart pounds against your chest, the sense of relief falling over you after fully reading Leon's message on the app. Your phone buzzes in your hand, notifying you that Leon has responded to your message.

Leon: 12:00 sounds good to me, we can meet up at this local Italian restaurant 😄 I hope you got some sleep last night after I, unintentionally, fell asleep in the middle of our conversation 😅

You and Leon continue texting each other until your break is over, before you have to return to your desk until your next lunch. Leon sends you the location where you two will be meeting up for lunch. Maybe it's a good thing you forgot to pack yourself lunch because you have an impromptu date with Leon in two hours! You quickly click on the address of the restaurant to check the parking situation because you're not a fan of having to park your car on the side of the road if you go anywhere. You sigh in relief to see a decent-sized parking lot rather than some parallel parking nightmare.

Aside from the parking situation, you're glad that the drive to the restaurant isn't going to be bad because traffic is mostly light around that time, at least to that restaurant. You return to your desk, chest feeling lighter than it was at the start of your shift. But that doesn't mean you're less antsy compared to the start of your shift; in fact, you're even antsier because you want to get to the restaurant early and not be late to your lunch with Leon.

You watch the time tick away, pleading with Father Time to hurry up so you can finally be on your merry way to the Italian restaurant Leon suggested you two meet up at. While Father Time isn't merciful with you, Lady Luck certainly is because your lead dismissed you and other people on your floor to lunch early.

You gather your things and practically sprint to your car after clocking out for lunch. Before pulling out of the parking lot of your job, you shoot a quick text to Leon that you're on your way. Leon's response? A smiley face paired with a thumbs-up emoji.

The entire drive to the restaurant consists of you giving yourself a pep talk. It's not like it's an actual date, right? You sort of consider it a date, an impromptu one. But you're not sure if Leon considers it a date. You take a deep breath as you pull up to the parking lot of the restaurant, sighing in relief when you find a parking spot right in front of the building.

"Great! I didn't die on my way here, and I arrived right on time!" You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn off your engine, reaching for your purse and grabbing your car keys from the cup holder.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you walk to the restaurant, reaching for the door handle, only for someone to intercept you and open the door for you. You look to see Leon standing there, holding the door open for you. When did he arrive?

"Oh, thank you, Leon!" You smile, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Leon smiles. "No problem."

You enter the restaurant with Leon following behind, your heart racing in your chest by the time a server shows you and Leon where you'll be sitting. You sit across from Leon, bouncing your leg underneath the table while looking through the menu.

"I'm surprised that you agreed to meet up with me at the last minute," Leon comments.

You look up to see Leon already staring at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. You smile at him, ignoring the heat making its way up to the entirety of your face rather than staying on the apples of your cheeks.

"How can I decline an offer when you're the one who asked to meet up? Besides, why were you worried, other than because we've been talking for less than twenty-four hours?"

Leon clears his throat. "I would assume you think it's too sudden to meet up for lunch, and that I was moving too fast."

You shake your head. "You don't have to worry about that, Leon. I don't mind meeting up with you because that means I get to see your face more often."

The server arrives with a cup of iced water for you and Leon before pulling out a notepad to take your orders. Leon looks at you, gesturing for you to order first. You look at the menu and pick the food that looks the most appetizing to you. After listing your order, Leon tells the server his order while you're watching him.

He's wearing a leather shearling bomber jacket over a black shirt that hugs his figure nicely. Leon's hair is swept to the side, framing his face perfectly. You're just glad that Leon looks exactly like how he does in his photos. Except, he looks way better in person than on your screen.

"Thank you." Leon nods to the server with a polite smile as they walk off with the notepad that contains your and Leon's order. Leon looks at you, leaning forward with his arms resting on the table. "So, tell me about yourself."

You blink at Leon—your brain suddenly short-circuits. Where should you start? You rack your brain, trying to remember what you put on your dating profile so you wouldn't have to tell him something he (probably) already knows. You first start with how you end up on the app, which is purely an accident because you were on some website, and a pop-up ad appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh? So you didn't want to find hot DILFs near you?" Leon snorts, taking a sip of his water.

You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. "I wasn't planning on doing so, but I'm glad I let my curiosity get the best of me."

Leon smiles. "Am I… the only one you're talking to?"

You look at him, surprised. You've never had a man ask you that question before, mainly because you're the one asking a man that! Leon continues to stare at you curiously, now resting his chin in the palm of his hand. You pull your phone out, opening the app while Leon tries to take a peek at your phone from where he's sitting.

You nod. "You're the only person I'm talking to, yes. No one on this app appealed to me. I've swiped left more than I swiped right, which is only once, and it's when you sent me a flame."

You hand your phone over to Leon, who slightly leans back to get a good look at your screen. You can't help but smile at the sight in front of you. How Leon looks at the content on your phone reminds you of your parents because they do the same thing. Your Dad would hold your phone at arm's length from his face, squinting at the screen to get a clear look because his vision is getting worse as he ages. Same with your Mom. This makes you wonder if the font on Leon's screen is as big as the fonts on your parents' phone.

"What's wrong with the men on here? Were they not to your liking?" Leon asks, handing your phone back to you.

You shrug. "I mean, they're not you." You can see a faint blush appearing on the apples of his cheeks as he smiles shyly. "What about you? Am I the only woman you're talking to?"

Leon chuckles, pulling his phone out from his pocket, and starts entering the passcode to his phone. Leon pulls up the app and goes to the likes and messages section of the app before handing it over to you. Much to your surprise, Leon's screen is completely normal—he didn't have his phone zoomed in to make the fonts and images big enough to take up most of the screen. You see that he's only matched with one person, obviously you, while his "liked you" tab has 50+ notifications.

"Wow, aren't you popular?" You chuckle, looking up at Leon with an amused look.

Leon rubs the back of his neck. "I mean, I'm flattered, but I am a one-lady type of guy."

You hand Leon back his phone, watching him turn off his phone and tuck them into his pocket. You love the sound of his voice so much. It's incredibly soothing, and you bet he will talk you through it. You blink, looking away from Leon when you make eye contact with him as he's adjusting his jacket. There's no way in hell you're already having these thoughts when you two have known each other for less than a day. You're hoping that you made at least a good first impression.

You clear your throat, changing the topic of conversation to get that thought out of your mind. "On your profile, it says that you have four children. Are your kids still young, or are they around my age?"

"They are not my biological children. I technically "adopted" them. Their names are Sherry, Ashley, Grace, and Emily. Though many people consider Emily more as my granddaughter, because Grace took Emily under her wings and lives with her. Which makes sense." Leon starts digging into his pockets again. "I'll show you a photo of my daughters and me together."

You can't help but melt at the thought of Leon being a father to four girls. He must love them a lot, given by the smile on his face and how he speaks about each person. You listen to Leon ramble about each of his daughters as he shows you images of them.

Funnily enough, even though they're not biologically his daughters, they look like they can be related to Leon somehow. Leon tells a story of how he unintentionally adopted each girl, chuckling at the memories despite the horrors he's been through.

"And you're never married?" You ask, looking at him curiously.

Leon shakes his head. "I've had a few relationships in the past, but marriage? I've never been married to anyone. What about you?"

You press your lips into a thin line. Where do you begin? You go on a tangent about how every relationship you've been in never works out for you. Every man has wasted your youth by not wanting something serious, and they get bored with you easily. So, you choose to step out of your comfort zone and start looking for a man much older than you.

After all, it has been two years since you went on a date with some guy, only to be ghosted. Is it a smart idea to tell another man about how men have been mistreating you? Definitely not the best thing to do, but you're already in too deep.

"Were you guys serious?" Leon asks.

You shake your head. "Not really. I assumed the date was going to move us towards a much more serious direction, but I was wrong."

"How heartbroken were you when that happened?"

You poke the inside of your cheek, unsure of how to respond. "I don't know. I was more confused than hurt because it made me question what I did wrong for this to happen, or if I wasn't good enough, or if I'm not the person they imagined me to be."

Leon murmurs your name as he reaches across the table, grabs your hand, and gently squeezes them. "Never let someone make you question your worth because you are more than enough."

Your and Leon's orders eventually arrive at your table. The table is filled with many delicious foods and side dishes, making your stomach audibly growl despite the sound of cutlery clinking against the bowls and plates. The food is immaculate. It's so good that you nearly close your eyes to relish in the taste.

"My god, this tastes amazing. You have to try this." Leon murmurs, holding out his fork towards you.

You lean over the table and take a bite. Your eyes widen, nodding in agreement. Leon watches you with a small smile on his face while you chew and swallow a piece of the food he offered you to try. Leon reaches forward and wipes the corner of your lips with his thumb.

You freeze and watch Leon lick the sauce off his thumb before continuing to eat his food. Your face becomes hot as you clumsily eat your food, trying to bury certain thoughts that are forming in your head. But god, you can't help but imagine Leon wiping his—

Nope! Nope! You cannot be having these thoughts now while you're eating in front of a man you just met. Focus on the food in front of you, and maybe it'll distract you from the sinful and questionable thoughts that are lurking in the corners of your mind. You casually scan the table, wondering if you and Leon will be able to finish the food before you have to depart and return to work.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Leon asks.

You sigh, wiping your mouth with a napkin. "I don't want this to end and clock back into work." You frown.

"Well, it doesn't have to end. We can always set up another date."

Your heart skips a beat. So he does consider this impromptu lunch as a date! Internally, you're cheering loudly and jumping all over the place. Externally, you smile at Leon and agree to his suggestion. You and Leon eventually finish your lunch as the server approaches your table with the bills. In the blink of an eye, Leon takes his card out of his wallet (that somehow magically appeared in his hands) and hands it to the server.

Once everything's paid off, you and Leon make your way to the exit. You check your watch to see that you have about fifteen minutes left till you need to clock back in. You really do not want this date to end and return to work. Leon walks you to your car, which is in front of the restaurant.

"Where did you park?" You ask Leon, looking around the parking lot for his car.

Leon points at a sleek black Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT that's parked a few cars down from where you parked yours. You unlock your car, start the engine, and put your purse on the passenger seat before turning towards Leon. He's leaning against your car, watching your every move with interest.

"I hope you had a great time as much as I did." Leon smiles.

Your heart does a flip at the sight of seeing Leon's smile. You smile shyly, nodding. "I enjoyed every minute with you, Leon. I really don't want this to end," You sigh wistfully.

Leon hands you his phone. "I may not be the best texter, but I'll text you the details on our next date if you wouldn't mind giving me your phone number."

"You can always call me, too, you know? We can text, yes, but I would also love to hear your voice." You grab Leon's phone before handing your phone to him so he can add his number to your contact list.

You type in your name and phone number and give Leon back his phone. Leon grabs his phone, tucking it into his pocket while continuing to type away on your phone. While he's focused on creating a new contact on your phone, you can't help but stare at him. The way his eyebrows unintentionally furrow as he's looking at the screen. There are fine lines you can make out on his face if you look close enough. God, his hair looks so soft that you want to run your fingers through it.

"Alright, I added myself to your contact list. I'll text you the details of our next date," Leon says, looking up from your phone to hand it to you, but instead, he locks eyes with you. Leon raises an eyebrow at you, the corner of his lips curving up into a smirk. "Am I interrupting something?"

You blink rapidly. "No, no. You're not interrupting anything, Leon. I was admiring the view in front of me."

"Admiring?"

You nod. "Anyway, thank you for giving me your phone number. As much as I don't want to leave, I have to go clock back into work." You frown, attaching your phone to the magnetic stand in your car.

Leon grabs your hand and gently squeezes it, smiling at you. "Well, this won't be the last time we see each other, I can guarantee that."

You and Leon eventually (very hesitantly) bid each other goodbye. You get into your car and close the door. You slowly pull out of your parking spot, watching Leon's car come to life after he closed the door behind him. You eventually leave the parking lot and drive back to work, thinking about the lunch date you had with Leon.

When you clock back in, you notice that you have two notifications from Leon on the iMessage app. But wait, they're not a text message; it was a voice message. You bite your bottom lip, searching around your purse for your wireless earbuds. You put in your earbuds as it automatically connects to your phone. You click on the notification and open up iMessage. You click on the first voice message and start listening.

"Hey, you. It was great meeting you today. I had a great time getting to know you and spending time with you, even when it was an impromptu date. I would send you a text, but you know me. Plus, you did say that you would love to hear my voice aside from texting me, so I'm sending you this voice message. I hope you get to work safely, and I'll see you again soon."

Your heart skips a beat before clicking on the second voice message Leon sent not long after the first one.

"I had to re-record the previous message because I kept messing up, and I was rambling. I'm glad the second recording turned out better than the rest."

You snort, shaking your head before reacting to the first and second messages with a heart. You take your earbuds off and tuck them into your purse, then quickly reply to Leon's messages and send them before getting back to work.

For the next few days, you and Leon have been consistently seeing each other. During the weekdays, both of you would have lunch together. Sometimes it would be at that Italian restaurant Leon suggested for your impromptu first date, other times it would be elsewhere. Leon sends a lot of voice messages to you if he's not able to send a text message. You usually send a text in response, but you also send a voice message in return from time to time.

Every night before bed, you and Leon would talk on the phone and have a video call. It's a new routine for you and Leon—calling each other before bed, or having hours-long video calls that lead to the two of you falling asleep while still on call with each other. Sometimes, whenever you wake up before Leon, you feel bad ending the video call while he's still sleeping, so you continue the call while you get ready for work.

Most of the time, Leon wakes up way before you do. He would do his morning routine first (take a shower, get dressed, brush his teeth, dry his hair, trim his beard, etc.) before exiting the bathroom to get his phone, where you're still asleep on the other end of the call. If he's making breakfast, he would prop his phone up on the counter while he cooks his breakfast for the day. By the time Leon is done eating his breakfast, you would wake up confused why he didn't end the call when he woke up.

"Well, if I ended the call while you're still sleeping, that would be rude of me to do so. I would much rather wait for you to wake up," Leon replies, pulling his sleeves to his elbows before washing the dishes. "I also wanted to say good morning to you and see those pretty eyes of yours open when you wake up."

"Damn you and your sweet talk, Leon." You laugh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

That is how your and Leon's morning starts now. From video calls before bed to waking up to each other getting ready for work after falling asleep over the call. However, the only time when you and Leon don't call or have lunch together is when Leon is away on his field missions as a DSO Agent. Granted, Leon does call and text you while he's on his way to the site the DSO has assigned him. After that, Leon has to focus on his mission if he wants to get it done and see you sooner rather than later.

It's now a month since you and Leon matched on Kindred Spirits, met up for a lunch date a few hours into matching on the dating app, and traded phone numbers with each other after said date. Today is going to be the first time that Leon comes over to your house for a date, and for a date not to be out in public places like the Italian restaurant that you and Leon frequent together. At first, you weren't sure what you two would do at your house for this date. You and Leon tossed ideas around before settling on a movie and game night.

While you're waiting for Leon to arrive at your house, you make sure to clean around your house and organize the littlest things. After you're done with that, you take a quick shower and change into your cutest and most comfortable clothes. You figured that Leon is going to show up in something comfortable, as well as it's a movie and game night at your place.

Once everything is settled, you turn on the lamp that's tucked away in your living room and turn the TV on. You start preparing snacks and light meals for you and Leon to eat during the movie. Halfway into preparing the movie snacks and meals, you hear a light knock at the front door.

"Oh, wow, that was quick."

For some reason, it completely slips your mind that Leon lives ten miles from where you live. You jog to the door, unlock and open it to see Leon. In Leon's arm is a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and in his right hand is a small bag that contains various snacks for the night.

"Leon! I'm glad you can make it. Please, come in." You move out of the way for Leon to step into your house.

Leon scans your living room. "Nice place you got here. Looks very cozy." Leon takes his shoes off and hangs his coat on the coat rack. "These are for you. I remember you telling me that they're your favorite, and I wanted to get them for you."

"They're beautiful, Leon. Thank you so much." You take the flowers from Leon's grasp as he hands them to you before wrapping an arm around your waist.

Leon kisses the crown of your head while you lean up to kiss his jaw, feeling his scratchy stubble on your lips. You two stand there for a few minutes, basking in each other's presence, before parting ways. You tell him to get comfortable while you go and put the flowers in a vase. As you're doing that, Leon lays the snacks out on the coffee table and walks to the kitchen, where you're arranging the flowers.

"Do you want me to put the rest of the snacks and food on the coffee table?" Leon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulders.

You look at Leon over your shoulder as he plants a kiss on the side of your head while lightly squeezing your waist. Maybe it's because you haven't been sexually active in so long, but feeling Leon's chest pressing against your back, his hands on your waist as he kisses the side of your head, is sparking something in you.

You gulp and nod, trying your best not to let your desires get to you. "Yes, please. I'll get us a drink while you're at it! Do you have a drink in mind?"

He shakes his head. "You pick for me, I'm fine with anything."

"Okay."

You and Leon don't move an inch after ending the conversation. The tension in the air seems to get thicker as time ticks by. Hell, you're fine if the movie is completely forgotten and you and Leon start exploring each other's bodies. But it's only been a month, and it's probably too soon to initiate something so intimate.

He presses one last kiss on your cheek before reluctantly pulling away from you to bring the other snacks and food to the living room. You take a deep breath and walk to your fridge, ignoring the intense heat growing in your lower abdomen. You're going to be fine! The movie and game night is going to go smoothly, and Leon is going to want to come back to your house after today! Heck, maybe you'll be going to his house for a date in the future!

You grab the drinks and make your way to the living room, where Leon is searching for a movie to watch on a streaming service you did not remember having a subscription for. You put the drinks on the coffee table along with some napkins, sitting beside him on the couch.

You grab the freshly popped popcorn and open the bag, pouring it into a large bowl. Leon chooses a movie that was released a few months ago and is currently trending on the streaming service. Once the movie starts, you two start cuddling on the couch while eating from the same popcorn bowl. If you remember correctly, the movie received positive reviews from critics and the audience, so it should be captivating, right? Wrong.

Halfway into the movie, you and Leon are completely distracted by each other. The smallest shift draws your attention to each other. Of course, fearing that the other person is focused on the movie, you and Leon didn't do anything. He looks at you from the corner of his eye while you're focused on the screen, and when Leon's attention is on what's happening on the TV, you would peek at him from the corner of your eye.

You and Leon have known each other for a month, you two have gone on many dates together, and would (video) call each other on the phone every night and morning, but you have not kissed on the lips. Yet. There have been multiple occasions where you almost did, but both of you are holding back. The sound of the movie is completely drowned out by how loud your thoughts are.

"I want to kiss him so bad, but is it too early?"

"When is it a good time to kiss someone when you've been seeing them for a month?"

"I am reeking with the desperate need to kiss those lips of his."

"Is Leon a good kisser?"

You shove a handful of popcorn in your mouth while keeping your eyes on the movie. The actors are moving across the screen, saying something, scenery changes, and so does the lighting. But you're not mentally there, you're not processing what's happening in the movie. You eventually switch from a popcorn to the light meal you prepared for the movie.

The movie eventually comes to an end, and Leon ends up putting on some Korean drama, telling you that his daughter, Sherry, suggested he watch it with you when you two get the chance. Apparently, it's very good, but not good enough to keep your attention span. The Korean drama plays in the background while you and Leon bring out the board games, moving the snacks and drinks to the side to make space for the games.

"Do you think Park Juyeon and Kim Minji would end up together?" You mumble, putting down a red number eight card on the stack in the middle.

Leon shakes his head. "Nah, Juyeon is an absolute piece of shit. I hope Minji ends up with Jin instead." Leon slaps down a blue number eight card.

You puff your cheeks, exhaling. "I don't have a blue card."

"Do you have any colored number eight cards?" Leon raises an eyebrow at you before taking a bite out of the bite-sized sandwich.

You mumble, shuffling through the cards in your hands before pulling out cards from the stack. Unfortunately for you, the board game gods hate you because now you have almost fifteen cards in your hands. Leon's fighting back a smile by finishing up the bite-sized sandwich, shaking his head in amusement.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You mumble, slapping down a random blue card over Leon's card.

Leon nods. "I am, but I'm not enjoying it as much as I enjoy being around you."

You take your eyes off the cards in your hands and peek up at Leon. You and Leon meet each other's eyes, never breaking eye contact. The Korean drama is nothing but background noise (as was the movie you watched previously), and the little game between you and Leon comes to an abrupt end. You quickly look at Leon's lips before looking back up, only to see him still staring at you.

"What's on your mind?" Leon murmurs, leaning towards you.

You slowly blink. "You, you're on my mind," You whisper. "What's on your mind?"

"Funny, I can say the same thing about you," Leon whispers, brushing a stray hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear before looking into your eyes. "You're beautiful, did you know that?"

Heat rushes to your cheeks. "I can say the same about you."

Leon chuckles. "I'm beautiful?"

You nod. "The most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on."

By the time you say that, the gap between you and Leon is nearly nonexistent. Leon caresses your face in the palm of his hand before leaning in, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. "May I kiss you?"

You nuzzle your nose against his. "Yes, yes, you may—even though you didn't need to ask for permission to kiss me." You chuckle.

Leon smiles, finally pressing his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back. He snakes one arm around your waist and pulls you onto his lap. You're straddling Leon while tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

The Korean drama, card game, snacks, and drinks are forgotten by the time you and Leon finally kissed. After a month of this slow build-up between you and Leon, the tension and desire finally snap, and now you can't get your hands off of him. You two somehow made your way to the couch with Leon hovering over you while you're under him with your legs wrapped around his waist.

Leon breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You brush his fringe to the side, completely enamored by Leon and the heated kiss you two shared. You close your eyes, rubbing your nose against his. Would it be a smart idea to tell him to stay the night? It's not like you two are going to do more than kiss—though, if it leads up to that point, then who are you to deny fate?

You take a deep breath. "Can you stay the night?" You whisper, opening your eyes to look at him.

Leon looks almost surprised, but a smile slowly appears on his face. "You want me to spend the night with you?"

"If you want to, of course. It is the weekend, and you and I won't have to get up early for work, and we'll be spending more time together…" You ramble, heat rushing to your cheeks and up to the tip of your ears.

Leon presses a gentle kiss on your lips. "I accept your invitation. It's a good thing I packed a bag just in case." He slowly gets off of you and stretches with a grunt.

You purse your lips, watching the hem of his shirt rise to give you a glimpse of what's underneath his shirt. You force yourself to look away, fixing your disheveled hair. Leon excuses himself and gets off the couch, grabbing his car keys to unlock his car in your driveway as he's leaving your house. You peek from the window and watch him grab his small black duffel bag from the backseat of his car.

Leon returns, shutting the door behind him and taking his shoes off. You can't help but feel giddy over having Leon spend the night (or the entire weekend) at your place. Leon gestures to his bag, wordlessly asking where he should put his belongings. You scramble off the couch and grab his wrist, pulling him to where the bedrooms are.

"You can sleep wherever you're comfortable! I have a guest bedroom," You point to the door on the right, "and my bedroom." You point at the room at the end of the hall.

Leon looks between the two rooms, pretending to debate whether he should stay in the guest room or your bedroom. "Well, after kissing you in the living room, I would like to stay in your bedroom with you." Leon squeezes your hand.

"Oh? Can't get enough of me?" You tease.

Leon pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. "Never."

When Leon drops his things off in your bedroom, you and Leon return to the living room to continue your movie and game night. You eventually turn off the Korean drama and turn on your Nintendo Switch, connecting it to your TV. You two spend the next two hours playing Split Fiction together, trying to get through a couple of stages together without dying.

"Wait, go over here." Leon makes his character spin and jump around.

You squint at your screen, trying to get to where Leon is, but you somehow died. "Give me a moment, I'll be there." You comment, having your character try to sprint to where Leon's character is waiting for you.

Eventually, you and Leon stop playing the game and retreat to your bedroom after cleaning up the living room and putting the snacks and drinks away. You went to your bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for bed, while Leon waited for you to be done so he could use your bathroom. Of course, you tell him that there's another bathroom in the hallway between your bedroom and the guest room, but he said he didn't mind waiting for you to be done.

You complete your nightly routine and exit the bathroom to see Leon looking at the pictures you hung up on the wall. The pictures are of you and your friends traveling around the United States before traveling outside of the USA. Other photos consist of you and your family on a large family trip on the West Coast.

"My turn?" He asks.

You nod, gesturing for him to go use the bathroom and do whatever he needs to do. Leon closes the door behind him, and you climb into bed, getting comfortable. You hear the faucet turn on as you reach for your phone to check your notifications and social media. You start to feel sleepy, your eyes growing heavier as time passes. You rub your eyes, trying not to fall asleep while Leon's in the bathroom.

You eventually plug your phone in and set it on the nightstand as Leon exits the bathroom. Leon climbs into your bed beside you, the bed dipping underneath him. Once he lies down beside you, you cover him with your blanket and snuggle up against him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Sleepy?" Leon murmurs, kissing your temples.

You hum, closing your eyes. "I almost fell asleep while waiting for you, but I didn't want to fall asleep early." You mumble.

"Why is that?"

God, his voice is so soothing that it's lulling you to sleep.

You bury the side of your face against his chest. "Because I wanted to see your face before I fall asleep."

As you're drifting to sleep, Leon reaches over to your nightstand and turns off the light. Darkness consumes your bedroom, and the only thing you hear is your and Leon's soft breaths.

Leon kisses the top of your head. "Goodnight, sweet dreams."

You smile. "I hope my dream is about you when I fall asleep."

"Let's meet in the dream world."

The two of you eventually fall asleep beside each other, wrapped up in your fluffy blanket. You and Leon fell asleep with you in his arms, but when you wake up, you find yourself sleeping on your stomach while Leon is draped over you like a heated weighted blanket. The sun peeks through your curtains, making you squint your eyes. You look over at the clock on the wall to see that it's only seven in the morning, a bit too early for your liking, especially on the weekends.

You hear Leon snore softly, his head also lying on the pillow you're lying on. You snicker, peeking up at Leon to see him completely knocked out. You close your eyes, snuggling against him when you feel him tighten his arms around your waist. You close your eyes, letting sleep consume you once more.

Note: I was dying when I was typing out how Leon would text. How do I text like a 49-year-old man? I know Leon is supposed to be awkward around women despite looking and being cool, but I want to write about how he would be somewhat smooth when it comes to someone he has a strong interest in. Anyway, to all my new and returning readers, please keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except for Tumblr and AO3! Read more of my works on my Grand Masterlist, which contains every masterlist I have created! | Maybe support me by tipping me on Ko-Fi or by reblogging my fanfics! ^^ I will also be posting exclusive fanfics on Ko-Fi as well very soon! I might post all of my stories there, too, but who knows? You can also tip me on Tumblr if you'd like, as a way to show support! ^^ Join the Discord to get future fic updates and connect with other readers, maybe?:) Raccoon City Sanctuary

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Two Sides of The Grand Master II

Pairing: Varka x fem!reader Summary: After the little surprise Varka left in the bathroom of your shared townhouse, you do everything to help Varka get through his pregnancy smoothly.

Note: This is part two of the commissioned fic, Two Sides of The Grand Master. I highly, highly recommend reading the first part before reading this fic because this fic is the second part of the original. Yes, this fic is also commissioned by the same person. I put a temporary commission ban on her because I do not want to write more pegging fics 😭 at least not within a short time span! This commission is dedicated to Pope Leo XIV. Due to this post being NSFW, minors, DO NOT INTERACT! The commissioned version will be linked at the end of this fic:) Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo). Warnings: Male pregnancy, horrible written smut, Varka gets pegged again, Varka is a bottom, anal sex, lots of lube like last time, rimming Word Count: 7k Part one can be found here [Two Sides of the Grand Master]

"Pregnant? Varka is… no, this can't be. Can it?" You whisper, your eyes glued to the pregnancy test you dropped on the counter.

You swallow the lump in your throat, picking up the pregnancy test to make sure you're not hallucinating. There are two blue streaks on the results window. Two of them, meaning Varka is, in fact, pregnant. When did Varka take this pregnancy test, and how long has it been sitting on the counter?

You step out of the bathroom, looking everywhere for your beloved. There are no signs of Varka being at home, so you assume he's at work in Mondstadt. Something as big as this can't wait till the end of the day. You need to see Varka now. You rush to put your sandals on before grabbing your bag, shoving the pregnancy test inside it, and exiting the house in a hurry.

Upon arriving at the Knights of Favonius, the Knights greet you as they open the door for you to enter. You give them a strained smile and walk into the building, heart pounding against your ribs as you try to remain calm. Your grip on the strap of your bag tightens as you get closer to Varka's office.

Just as you're about to enter, the door flies open, revealing Mika. Mika jumps, not expecting you to be standing behind the door.

"Oh! [Y/N]! It's good to see you! What brings you here, aside from visiting Grand Master Varka?" Mika asks, gazing at you with those bright eyes of his.

You smile at the blond boy in front of you. "It's good to see you, too, Mika. I was wondering if Grand Master Varka is here in his office? I want to speak to him for a moment, if that's okay with you."

Mika tilts his head to the side, blinking at you owlishly. "He's not here at the moment. He's currently in a meeting with Acting Grand Master Jean, but you can wait here in his office! I'll let him know that you're here." Mika says, nodding.

You quickly protest. "No, no, it's okay, Mika! You don't have to do that. I don't want you to interrupt his meeting over something, uh, trivial."

Mika nods, looking at you with uncertainty before walking off. You walk into Varka's office and look around, subconsciously digging into your bag and touching the pregnancy test. Varka wouldn't hide something like this from you, right? How long has he been pregnant for? That is his test, right? You're certainly not pregnant.

You glance at Varka's desk, mountains of manila folders that contain paperwork and documents piling up where his name plate is supposed to be, and documents strewn across the desk. You let out a laugh of disbelief, shaking your head. You sit on one of the chairs in his office, nervously looking around his office before tightly crossing your legs.

You're so anxious that you can hardly sit still. So, you leave the chair and walk to his desk, disregarding the mountains of folders and documents that are left wide open for anyone to see what's on the papers. At the corner of Varka's desk sits a small picture frame, and in this picture frame is a photo of both of you while you two were still in Nod-Krai together.

You grab the picture frame and stare at the photo of you two together. Seeing the wide smile on Varka's face as he squished his cheeks against yours makes your heart skip a beat. You're so engrossed in the picture in front of you that you fail to notice a hulking figure standing at the doorway, staring at you with the same smile as the one in the picture you're holding.

"[Y/N], darling! What a pleasant surprise to see you here," Varka says, finally walking into his office with more folders in his arms. "You're not here to make sure I'm not skipping out on work, are you? I swear, I have been on my best behavior and didn't ditch work to go drinking like last time." He adds the stack of folders to the mountain on his desk, sighing.

Varka proceeds to eye the number of work waiting for his attention, dreading the pounding headache he's going to have soon. Dear Barbatos, please take him out of his misery and pass it on to the next unfortunate soul. Varka looks up, locking eyes with you.

You clear your throat, smiling at him. "I wanted to stop by to check up on you. I'm happy to see that you're not skipping work to drink at Angel's Share."

Varka furrows his eyebrows. "[Y/N], are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine, why?"

He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "You look distracted, darling. Is something bothering you?"

"Not necessarily, Varka. Do you have the time to talk, or is this a bad time?"

Varka walks up to you and cups your face in his hands. "I always have time for you, [Y/N]. Whatever you're worried about, I'm here to listen. Yes, my job as the Grand Master is important to me, but you're even more important than that."

You cover his hand with yours before reaching into your bag to pull out the pregnancy test. "I found this on the counter, and I wanted to know if this belongs to you."

You show him the pregnancy test, and Varka's smile falters for a second.

Varka clears his throat, nodding. "Yeah, the pregnancy test is mine. I'm still uncertain about the results because, you know, sometimes pregnancy tests can give false results. I wanted confirmation first before telling you about it, but I was in such a hurry that I completely forgot about this test."

Varka grabs the pregnancy test from your hands and stares at the two blue lines on the result window. This is also one of the reasons why Varka has yet to ditch his duties as Grand Master to go drinking at Angel's Share.

You cross your arms over your chest. "You know, if you're actually pregnant, you can't have any kind of liquor for the next nine months."

Varka sighs loudly, hunching over to rest his chin on your shoulders. "I know, and that's the part that I am not happy about."

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing the side of his head as you run your fingers through his silky, soft blond hair. That day, you remain in the city while Varka continues his duty as the Grand Master, filing out documents and signing paperwork. You make sure to stop by during his break to have lunch with him, and make a doctor's appointment at the Cathedral for the nuns to check up on him.

By the time Varka clocks out of work, you find yourself sitting beside Varka while waiting for the doctor to confirm Varka's pregnancy after performing various tests. He's gripping your hand tightly, bouncing his leg as he stares at the door, waiting for the doctor to walk in.

You squeeze his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm going to throw up if they make me wait any longer," Varka replies, letting out a long exhale. "Lord Barbatos, my heart is racing."

About five minutes later, the doctor finally walks through the door with the results in his hands, while a nun follows close by. She shuts the door behind both of them and gives you and Varka a warm smile. Varka stares at the doctor, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"The results are in. Congratulations, Grand Master Varka, and Miss [Y/N], you two are expecting!"

What's supposed to be the happiest moment of your and Varka's life ends up being far more complicated than you two anticipated. After the pregnancy was confirmed by the doctor and nun at the Cathedral, Varka continued to work his regular schedule as Grand Master, much to his dismay.

You, on the other hand, are still working and traveling as much as you usually do at the very beginning of Varka's pregnancy. Since he's not that far along in his pregnancy, there's no need for you to halt your duties of traveling around Teyvat for work. However, you make sure to come home as often as you can to check up on your partner.

"How are you doing, Varka? Do you feel any different?" You ask, sitting across from him at Good Hunter.

Varka rubs his face, laughing in disbelief. "Well, I've been getting morning sickness. It didn't kick in until a few days ago. It's bearable, but it does get annoying when it happens randomly throughout the day. I could be in the middle of a meeting with Jean, Kaeya, Albedo, and Lisa, and boom! I have the urge to throw up my breakfast."

That's something you were worried about—the pregnancy symptoms and how soon they kick in as the baby continues to develop in Varka's womb. You and Varka wait for Sarah to bring out your orders; the scent of sweet madame wafts in the air, making your stomach rumble. But for Varka, that is a completely different story.

Nausea kicks in, forcing Varka to gulp and try not to dry heave at the smell. Varka usually loves the smell of sweet madame and honey sticky roast permeating the air, but his pregnancy hormones are making it impossible to stomach the scent of it.

"Varka? Are you alright?"

Varka looks up to see you staring at him, confused by his strange behavior. Varka nods as saliva starts pooling in his mouth. Usually, it would be a good thing because it means that the food smells so good that it's mouth-watering, but in his situation, he's about to hurl all over the wooden table if he doesn't find a bucket as soon as possible.

He gives you a strained smile at first, holding up an index finger to excuse himself. Before you can say anything, Varka gets up from his seat and runs to the nearest building in search of a restroom. Varka ends up storming the Cat's Tail, making his way to the restroom, and vomiting up his breakfast into the toilet once he finds an empty stall.

"Looks like we'll be having takeout instead."

Varka hears you say from behind him. Despite excusing himself to go to the nearest restroom to puke, you followed him anyway, much to his surprise but also relief. As Varka's about to peek over his shoulder to look at you, he feels you pull his hair back and wipe the beads of sweat forming at his forehead.

"Are you sure you can handle working a little longer today? I don't want you vomiting all over your documents and fellow Knights."

Varka flushes the toilet, taking deep breaths and hugging the toilet bowl pathetically. Dear Barbatos, if he weren't too sick right now, he wouldn't dare to hug a toilet bowl, especially one that's in a public restroom. He's not far along in his pregnancy, and yet he can barely perform tasks without feeling nauseous.

Varka's lips quiver as he begins sniffling. The faint sound causes alarm bells to go off in your head. You fall to your knees beside him, wrapping your arms around Varka's shoulders and pulling him to your chest. Tears roll down his cheeks, clinging to you with an iron grip.

"I can handle it, I swear! It's just that… the pregnancy hormones have been making things so complicated. The littlest things make me nauseous, I can't enjoy the food I like without having the urge to spill my guts every time I get a whiff of it, and now I'm crying over the most trivial things in a public restroom!" Varka bawls, burying his face into your neck.

You kiss the top of his head. "I know, Varka. I'm not doubting whether you're able to handle it, I'm just worried that it'll make things even more as the pregnancy progresses. Let me know what I can do to make things easier for you."

Varka sniffles, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "Well, the first thing we should do is get up from this disgusting floor."

Both you and Varka laugh. You kiss the top of his head before getting off the floor, holding your hand out for him to grab. Varka grabs your hand, and you pull him up from the ground. You two eventually make your way back to Good Hunter to pick up your order.

"So much for having some time alone together out in the city," Varka mutters, leaning against you as you two walk back to your townhouse. "My hormones have to ruin it all for both of us." He rests his head on your shoulders, snuggling up against you while latching onto your side.

"It's alright, we can find other ways to spend time together as the baby continues to grow."

From that day on, you do everything in your power to make Varka's pregnancy as smooth as possible. Due to Varka's morning sickness being unpredictable, you suggest that he work fewer hours than his typical work schedule. You walk Varka to work and back home when his shift is over. Since the pregnancy is still unknown to everyone else outside of your small bubble, Jean thought it was odd for Varka to cut his working hours so short. But she doesn't question it.

You make sure that Varka is taking the necessary vitamins that are prescribed by a doctor in Liyue. You happen to be on a work trip to Liyue and stopped by Bubu Pharmacy, informing the herbalist and Doctor Baizhu of Varka's pregnancy symptoms. Varka's morning sickness has gotten worse as time goes by, and it's one of your biggest concerns because that means that Varka will eat less due to his fear of vomiting it back up.

Both Varka and the baby need as many nutrients as possible, and if Varka doesn't eat or get enough nutrients, then it will affect the health and growth of the baby (and Varka, of course). So, aside from the vitamins, Doctor Baizhu prescribed anti-nausea medications for Varka to take.

"It's safe for Varka to take, you don't need to worry about that. I recommend taking it before you eat, but if Varka prefers taking it after his meal, then that's fine as well." Baizhu says, handing the small bag that contains Varka's prescribed vitamins and anti-nausea medications.

You make sure that Varka takes his medication and vitamins on time. To make sure that he actually takes them, you watch his every move, making sure he puts the pills into his mouth and washes them down with a cup of water. Varka thought it was a bit much at first, but he doesn't blame you in the slightest.

You eventually put a pause to your travels about twenty weeks into Varka's pregnancy, while Varka takes his maternity leave sixteen weeks into his pregnancy. You have thought about stopping your travels to care for Varka around the same time he took his leave, but Varka insists that you don't do it until he's at his twentieth mark.

When you're caring for Varka during the toughest and most vulnerable time of his life, you make sure not to be bothersome or those partners who constantly hover over their pregnant lover. When Varka needs your assistance with something, he will let you know, and you're more than happy to help! More than half of the time, Varka can manage on his own, but that's until the baby bump starts forming. About seven months into his pregnancy, the baby bump starts getting in the way of almost everything.

Whenever you're cuddling with Varka, you're the big spoon—then again, you're usually the big spoon during cuddle time. But Varka wanted to be the big spoon for once, and since the belly is getting in the way, it's hard to hug and cuddle you. Granted, he can hug you from the side, but he loves feeling your body pressing up against his front side.

"[Y/N], don't treat me like glass! You know I can take down hordes of enemies with one swipe of my claymore effortlessly!" Varka whines, tugging you towards him. "I'm pregnant, not fragile!"

You snort, threading your fingers through his hair before kissing the top of his head. "Varka, I know you can do all of those things. You may not be fragile, but the baby certainly is." You place your hand on his swollen bump and gently rub it.

He pouts, giving you the puppy-dog eyes. "I know, but—"

You press your index finger against his lips, silencing him. "But nothing, Varka. You need to rest and take it easy."

"[Y/N], my love, please, at least cuddle me," He pretends to sniffle. "Don't let a yearning, pregnant man like myself yearn and starve for your love, touch, and affections."

You concede and give Varka what he wants while making sure you're not putting any pressure on his baby bump. The things you would do for the man you love so much. Varka buries his face into the crook of your neck, sighing happily while snaking both of his arms around your waist.

The pregnancy is going smoothly, and you're eternally grateful for the anti-nausea medications that Doctor Baizhu prescribed for Varka. Whenever Varka is almost done with his medication, you make sure to take a trip to Liyue to refill those prescriptions. Without them, Varka wouldn't be able to keep his breakfast, lunch, and dinner down.

Aside from making sure that Varka takes his medication and vitamins, you also take him to his monthly doctor visits to check on the baby and, obviously, Varka's health. You even make sure that he gets some form of exercise, since he can't do the usual heavy weight lifting he typically does before he became pregnant. You walk with Varka to Mondstadt and back to the house every other day, after breakfast. As for lunch and dinner, you two would walk to Springvale after eating since it was a short distance from your house.

Until one day, Varka leans against the edge of the bed, clutching his belly. You rush to his side, hand on his back as you gaze at him worriedly. Varka is expected to give birth to your child any day now, and you have been on edge because there is no "exact" date for the baby. The baby was predicted to be born on the seventh of the current month, but it's way past that date, so you and Varka have been preparing everything for the baby's arrival.

"Is this what contractions feel like?" He groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

You wrap your arm around his waist, tossing one arm over your shoulders as you gently guide him towards the front door. "We need to get you to the hospital now. I know you're having contractions, and your water hasn't broken yet, but—"

You're interrupted by the sound of water dripping onto the wooden floor of your house. You and Varka slowly look down to see a large puddle of water pooling beneath Varka and your feet.

Varka hisses, his nails digging into your shoulders. "The baby's coming."

Without hesitating, you sweep Varka off his feet, grab your and Varka's packed bags at the front door, and make your way to the nearest hospital. The baby is coming, and you're determined to get him to the hospital before Varka starts crowning.

The birth of your and Varka's daughter was the happiest moment of your lives. The sound of her little cries filled the room after a long, but successful, delivery. The way Varka holds your daughter in his arms, tears rolling down his cheeks as he kisses her forehead. You stand beside his bed, watching the scene in front of you with a small smile. While you are happy that the delivery was smooth and your daughter is officially delivered, you can't help but feel strange. Your heart is fluttering in your chest.

When you first hold your daughter after Varka gently passes her to you, tears immediately pool in your eyes. You gaze at her precious little face. She's a spitting image of you. She doesn't have blond hair like her father; instead, she has your hair color.

"What name do you have in mind for our daughter?" You whispered to Varka.

Varka smiles. "Helene. Her name will be Helene."

You look at Helene, stroking her little cheeks. "What a beautiful name for our daughter. Welcome to the world, Helene." You kiss the top of her head, earning a soft coo from her.

After the birth of your and Varka's daughter, you set a strict rule: no visitors until three months had passed since Helene's delivery date. Unless they are a healthcare provider. You also want Varka to take all the time in the world to heal from birthing your daughter before he can return to work as Grand Master. Instead of having guests visiting Varka and Helene, gifts were sent to your humble abode from the Knights of Favonius, Doctor Baizhu, the nuns at the Cathedral, and the Traveler and his floating companion.

The first few months were a bit rough because Helene was adjusting to being in the real world. At three months old, she's getting as much as fourteen to seventeen hours a day, but that's only during the daytime, leading into the night. While you're not a fan of losing your sleep, you don't mind getting up in the middle of the night to care for your daughter.

Quite frankly, you would much rather be the one to care for Helene in the middle of the night while Varka gets some sleep. Currently, she's swaddled up and tucked in your arms as you're sitting on a rocking chair in the nursery Diluc and Kaeya helped put together.

"Your father is going to train you to be part of the Knights, Helene. Is that the path you see yourself taking?" You whisper, stroking her soft cheek.

Helene blinks at you, cooing in response.

"Whatever path you want to take, you have my full support. Whether it's to be part of the Knights or travel and work independently, I support your decisions." You press your forehead against hers, earning another coo from Helene. "Archons, you are adorable. I can't believe you're finally here, in my arms."

You smile at her, stroking her hair. She has a full head of hair, and the way it curls up at the end is adorable. You lightly poke her button nose, earning a toothless grin from Helene. Your heart throbs painfully in your chest. You only know your daughter for a short time, and yet she has this effect on you.

While you're wrapped up in your small world with Helene in your arms in the nursery, you fail to notice Varka standing in the doorway, staring at the sweet moment between you and Helene. Varka steps into the room, grabbing your attention.

"Why are you awake? You should be resting in bed." You whisper as he pulls up a chair beside you and Helene.

Varka clears his throat. "I should, but I wanted to be with my girls. You know me, I have attachment issues, and I am very clingy." Varka jokes.

You snort, shaking your head. Varka rests his cheek on top of your head, gazing down at the wide awake Helene. Helene blinks at Varka, who blinks back in return. Slowly, a huge gummy smile appears on her face before cooing and gurgling happily.

Varka takes Helene from your arms, cradling her tiny body against his bare chest. "Why are you awake, Princess? Wanted to stay up with Mommy and Daddy a little longer?" Varka asks.

She coos.

"Well, you can't stay up past your bedtime, young lady. You're still a growing girl, and for you to grow up big and strong like Mommy and Daddy, you need to get all of the sleep you need."

Helene gurgles, wiggling in Varka's arms as if she's protesting. Varka shakes his head with a chuckle, looking at you with a big grin. "Can you believe our daughter, [Y/N]? She is almost as stubborn as you."

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "Takes one to know one!"

Varka lets out a boisterous laughter, startling poor Helene. She whimpers and cries softly at the sudden volume.

Varka immediately shuts up and starts apologizing profusely. "Oh! I'm so sorry, baby girl! Please don't cry. Shhhhh." He starts soothing Helene and rocking her back and forth in his arms. "Daddy's very sorry." Varka kisses the top of her head.

You watch Helene snuggle in Varka's arms, slowly drifting to sleep in her father's arms. Your heart melts at the scene. You lean over and kiss Varka's cheeks, running your fingers through his messy hair. The things you'd do for Varka and Helene.

Gradually, you allow people outside of healthcare providers to stop by your and Varka's townhouse to visit Varka and Helene. Diluc and Kaeya happen to visit together quite often, taking turns to hold Helene and bond with her as her uncles.

"She looks just like her mother." Diluc comments, cradling Helene in his arms while she plays with his fiery red hair before grabbing onto Kaeya's index finger as he lightly pokes her.

Kaeya chuckles. "The exact hair and eye color. She even has that cute little streak in her hair like [Y/N]." Kaeya murmurs, stroking Helene's hair.

Varka laughs, crossing his arms over his chest. "You would think she would come out looking like me. I carried her for nine months, and she comes out looking like a miniature version of [Y/N]."

It's safe to say that Helene loves everyone who stops by to meet her. She loves Diluc and Kaeya. Jean? Love her. Barbara? A huge fan of the blonde girl because Barbara would sing her to sleep sometimes. You're eternally grateful to every person who visited Varka and Helene because, despite your strict rule of no visitors (unless they are healthcare providers and Jean), it's heartwarming to see that Helene is surrounded by people who love her and will protect her.

As for Varka, he makes sure to rest as much as he can while he's still on maternity leave. He continues taking his prescribed vitamins, and he no longer has to take anti-nausea medications (thank Barbatos). He's been getting back into the gym to get back into shape while training with the Knights here and there. As he's healing and slowly returning to the Varka he was before becoming pregnant, that means he can return to Angel's Share and drink.

Around 7:30 PM, Varka enters your and his shared bedroom after coming home from Angel's Share, reeking of alcohol. He sits across from you and Helene, who is propped up on your lap.

"My two beautiful girls," Varka murmurs, leaning in to kiss your and Helene's foreheads.

Your nose scrunches at the smell of alcohol as a headache starts brewing, the longer the scent of alcohol clings to Varka's clothes and breath. Helene winces when her father kisses the top of her head, her face scrunching up with disgust at the strong smell. She looks genuinely offended and baffled.

"What's wrong, Helene?" Varka murmurs, leaning down to her.

Helene bursts into tears, wailing as she grabs a fistful of your shirt, turning around on your lap to bury her face into your chest to block out the smell of alcohol. Varka's heart drops, and he looks at you like a kicked puppy. You start comforting and soothing Helene, patting her back and kissing the side of her head.

"It's okay, honey. Daddy's going to go take a shower now, okay?" You coo, shooting a look in his direction.

Thankfully, Varka gets the hint and rushes to the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth to get rid of any smell of alcohol. While in the shower, Varka shakes his head with a chuckle. Not only is Helene a spitting image of you, but she also hates the smell of alcohol as much as you do. He really did give birth to the miniature version of his partner.

It's officially nine months since Helene's birth, and you and Varka have decided that it's time for you two to have one day of privacy away from your daughter. It's been a while since you and Varka have spent some time together since the arrival of your precious daughter, and while you two love and cherish Helene, one day of alone time together would be nice. That and because Varka is getting handsy, and you do not want Helene to witness her father foaming at the mouth to be able to latch his lips onto any revealing skin of yours.

Initially, you had planned for Helene to be with a babysitter this morning and have her return home the day after. But because the babysitters you picked out are busy people, they couldn't take her off your and Varka's hands until the evening. Which you're not complaining about because you get to spend the entire morning and afternoon with Helene before handing her over to her babysitters.

It's now the evening, and Varka dramatically bursts into your shared bedroom. "[Y/N], darling, please! I've been feeling like a starving man all day!" Varka whines, plopping on the bed.

Before you can say anything, Varka grabs onto your ankles and yanks you to where he is. You yelp, staring at the ceiling as Varka climbs over you, caging you to the bed with his arms. Varka stares down at you, a deep pout visible on his face, while his face is red from the heat and need. You cup his face in your hands, brushing his bangs away from his face. Varka leans into your touch like a, as he said, starving man.

You snort, lightly pinching his cheek. "We'll have to wait until Helene's babysitters are here. We can't risk anything with Helene still in the house."

Varka sighs in defeat, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You're right, you're right," his voice is muffled against your neck before lifting his head. "Wait, who did you call to babysit Helene?"

"You'll see," You run your fingers through his hair before letting your hands trail down his back, grabbing a handful of his ass after.

Varka jolts, pouting at you. "You're testing me! It's not fair, [Y/N]!"

You grin evilly before flipping him over onto his back. Varka blinks, a bit dizzy from what happened. Varka props himself up on his elbows, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Get used to it, Varka." You kiss his forehead, quickly getting off of him before he can get his hands on you.

You sprint out of your shared bedroom and to Helene's nursery. When you open the door to Helene's nursery, you see her standing on her bed, staring at the door. A big smile immediately graces her features when you enter the room. Helene starts jumping on her bed while holding onto the side rails as you walk to where she's standing.

"Are you excited to spend some time with your uncles tonight?" You coo, picking her up from her crib and carrying her out of her nursery.

Varka's at the front door of your townhouse, the door wide open. Hearing the sound of your footsteps and Helene's babbling, Varka turns to face you, pointing his thumb at the visitors. "How did you manage to get Diluc and Kaeya to agree to babysit Helene for the night together?"

You shrug. "It's pretty easy, if you ask me. Both Kaeya and Diluc love their niece and are willing to have an uncle(s) and niece sleepover. Plus, they're both responsible adults, and this is a good time to have a small bonding time!"

Varka raises an eyebrow. "Bonding time between them and Helene, or just the two of them."

"Either one works. Anyway, here is Helene's diaper bag. You hand Kaeya the baby pink bag. "Helene's diaper bag contains a change of clothes, diapers, and baby wipes. I have packed some formula milk for her. She is breastfed, but we've been working on getting her to have formula milk because she's been teething."

"If she gets a little fussy or irritated, we do have some teething toys and gel to help soothe her," Varka says, grabbing Helene and kissing the top of her head before handing her over to Kaeya and Diluc.

Helene squeals when she sees Kaeya and Diluc, reaching out to her uncles. Kaeya and Diluc smile at the child as Diluc holds Helene in his arms. She grabs Diluc's cravat and starts gnawing on it. Kaeya snorts, shaking his head as he starts searching for the teething toy.

"Looks like we'll need this sooner than expected." Kaeya jokes, gently taking Diluc's cravat from Helene's mouth and handing the teething toy to her.

Helene immediately latches onto the toy and starts biting away at it. You and Varka bid goodbye to Diluc and Kaeya before kissing Helene's forehead and watching them leave for Dawn Winery. Once they're out of sight, Varka closes the door and sighs, turning to you.

"Now, where were we before you ran off to Helene's nursery?" Varka purses his lips.

You pull him to your chest and press your lips firmly against his. Varka jumps up and wraps his legs around your waist, and you carry him to your shared bedroom. You kick the bedroom door shut and toss him onto the bed. Varka immediately starts stripping while you go to the closet and search for your harness and sparkly pink vibrating ten-inch dildo that you buried deep in the closet, so no one (specifically Helene) would find it.

You close the door with your foot, stripping completely naked and putting the harness on while the dildo sits to the side. Varka's lying on the bed, nude and hard. You nearly forgot about the lube, so you have to make another trip back to the closet to grab four bottles of lube before returning to where he lies.

"Ass up, buttercup." You tap on Varka's thigh. "And make sure to spread your cheeks wide because I'm rimming and lubing you up."

Varka rolls over on his hands and knees, bending over to present his asshole to you. "Oh, you're spoiling me today, aren't you?" Varka giggles, wiggling his ass in the air.

You stroke his ass cheeks, giving it a cute, light tap before spreading his ass wide open. You lean down and spit on his asshole. You start licking around and on his puckered hole, sending shivers down Varka's spine. You bury your face in Varka's ass, licking and poking his anus with the tip of your tongue.

Varka jolts, gripping the bedsheet with a tight fist. You penetrate your tongue into his anus and start wiggling it around, thrusting it in and out of his butthole. You eat his ass for ten minutes (who's really counting?) before pulling away, but of course, not without biting his ass cheeks and leaving bite marks behind.

"Ow! Fuck, [Y/N], I'm going to cum if you continue doing that." He whines, looking at you over his shoulder with a pout.

You slap his ass and attach your dildo to the strap, grabbing the lube on the nightstand. "It's okay to cum early, Varka. It won't be the first time you do." You snort.

Varka's protest dies in his throat when you spread his legs wide open and start covering your fingers with lube, and pouring a decent amount onto his ass hole. You watch the lube drip down his ass hole and to his ballsack, dripping onto the sheets. You massage Varka's asshole with your index finger before inserting it into his anus. Varka gasps softly, closing his eyes when he feels you slide your finger into his aching hole. You proceed to thrust your finger in and out of his anus before adding another finger, stretching him out.

"Can't you just put it in already?" Varka mumbles, biting his bottom lip as his arms begin to shake underneath him.

You kiss your teeth, shaking your head while reaching for the bottle of lube near your knees and dousing your ring finger with it. "Be patient, Varka. It's going to hurt if I don't prep you." You then insert your ring finger into his asshole, stretching him out further.

Varka squeezes his eyes shut when he feels his anus stretch out more after you insert a third finger, sliding them in and out of him repeatedly. You grab onto his cock with your unoccupied hand and start pumping his throbbing cock. Dear Archons, he's so horny that he's rock hard. You don't think his cock has ever felt this hard before, but then again, it has been months since you and Varka have had sex.

Because you're stimulating both his asshole and his dick at the same time, Varka starts shaking almost uncontrollably. The bedroom is filled with Varka's panting and whimpering, followed by squelching from your fingers penetrating his asshole repeatedly. Varka tenses up, and before he knows it, hot ropes of cum spurts out of his cock and onto your hands and the bedsheets.

You snicker, pulling your fingers out of his asshole and smacking his ass cheeks before attaching the dildo to your harness. Once it clicks into place, you make sure it's fully secure. You grab the bottle of lube and pour it onto the palm of your hand before lathering your sparkly, ten-inch pink vibrating dildo with it.

You line the dildo up to Varka's awaiting asshole and spread his cheeks wide. You prod his entrance with the dildo's mushroom tip before sliding it in without any complications. Varka moans, backing his ass up to swallow all ten inches of the toy.

You let Varka adjust to the length and thickness of your dildo, rubbing the globes of his ass while waiting for him to give you the signal to start. A few minutes pass, and Varka wiggles his ass. You plant both your hands firmly on his waist, slowly pulling your dildo out from his asshole until only the tip is inside. You thrust forward, watching his hole swallow your dildo.

"It's been too long, huh?" You sigh, turning on your dildo as it starts to vibrate, sending shockwaves through both your and Varka's bodies. "I miss this so much."

Varka whimpers, biting his bottom lip until he tastes copper. You slowly pick up your pace, thrusting faster and faster into Varka while keeping an iron grip on his waist. You watch his ass cheeks ripple with every thrust, his back arching when you hit his g-spot that's nestled deep in his anus.

An endless stream of whimpers, moans, and gasps comes from Varka the longer you continue to piston into him. Varka's arms wobble underneath him before ultimately giving out, forcing him to bury his face into the pillow. You stop thrusting, dildo still vibrating in Varka's ass.

You reach for a pillow nearby and fold it in half, lightly tapping on Varka's ass. "Can you lift yourself a little bit, Varka?"

He does as he's told and props himself up on his elbows. You place the folded pillow underneath him, and he lies on the pillow, still propped up on his elbows. You proceed where you left off, increasing your pace and slapping his ass cheeks until they're bright red and swollen.

"[Y/N], I don't think I can last much longer." Varka cries out.

You don't respond, reaching for Varka's hard cock with your right hand and begin pulling on it. Varka jolts, hugging the pillow to his chest as he feels a familiar feeling building up deep within him. Since he cummed earlier, you're giving him a handjob while thrusting your vibrating dildo into his ass simultaneously, which is not only pushing him towards another orgasm, but he's feeling quite overstimulated (but he's not complaining; he loves it when you do that to him).

"[Y/N], [Y/N], [Y/N]," Varka whimpers your name like a mantra.

Your hand, that was on his waist, slides down to his ass, giving it a squeeze and a slap. "Don't hold back if you can't. Cum for me, Varka."

It's almost like he can cum on command because once you tell him to cum, Varka comes undone almost immediately. Varka arches his back, his head thrown back with a loud guttural groan, his face bright red with sweat trailing down his face. Long, thick ropes of cum spurts out from his cock and onto the sheets and pillow that's underneath him.

You slowly pull out of Varka, turning off the vibrating dildo and taking the harness off with a sigh. "Are you alright?" You whisper, brushing his disheveled hair from his forehead.

Varka pants, rolling over on his back. "Holy shit, that was so good." Varka moans, laughing as he wipes away the sweat from his forehead. "I think Helene should visit her aunties and uncles more often during the weekends."

You snort, lightly slapping his bicep before getting up to go to the bathroom, grab a rag, and clean up the mess. After cleaning up Varka and changing out the bedsheets, pillow cases, and blankets, you collapse next to him in bed. Varka rolls over to his side and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing the top of your head.

"Hypothetically, if I were to become pregnant with baby number two and it's a boy this time, what would you name him? I was wondering, since I got to name Helene, it wouldn't be fair if I were the only one who named our children." Varka murmurs into your hair, playing with the strand.

You hum, snuggling against him. "I would name him after my uncle, Halfdan."

"Halfdan, the son of Varka and [Y/N]. I like it, it suits him." Varka murmurs.

You snort. "He's not even conceived yet." You reach up and lightly pinch his cheek.

"Yet, but I'll wait a few days to see if I'm pregnant again," Varka replies, shooting you a cheeky grin.

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Cockblock

Pairing: RE9!Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader (ft. RE2R!Leon Kennedy and RE4R!Leon Kennedy) Summary: Imagine being cockblocked by the past versions of yourself, because that's what happened to Leon S. Kennedy when he went on a mission with you. Note: Not plot-heavy like my previous fics. This is more for fun because imagine being stuck in a room with RE9, RE2R, and RE4R Leon Kennedy. A woman can dream. I have officially gotten every achievement for Resident Evil Requiem, and I am so happy, but also sad. This fic was a teeny bit complicated for me to type out because having to mention the same person's name over and over, but they're from a different timeline, was a pain. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo) Warning: Suggestive themes ahead, characters are ooc, the usual violence, mentions of age gap between RE9 Leon and the reader, not much plot, I made RE2R Leon a yearner. Word Count: 9.3k

You stick close to Leon's side, guns drawn and ready to be used in case something—mainly zombies—charges at you and Leon. It's incredibly dark outside in Raccoon City, meaning you and Leon are vulnerable to any attack imposed on you two. The only source of light is your and Leon's flashlights, and the moon that's high in the sky.

Your and Leon's mission is to investigate the strange anomaly detected in the middle of Raccoon City. The strange anomaly was detected near where a nuke was dropped on the city, which you're a bit apprehensive about because who in their right mind would go near a site where a nuke was dropped? Not you, that's for sure.

But here you are, walking around Raccoon City with Leon by your side. You and Leon arrived at Raccoon City via helicopter early in the morning, and now that the sun has set, it's officially nighttime, and there are no signs of anomalies.

Sensing your exhaustion, Leon gently nudges you. "There's an abandoned building nearby. We can rest there for a bit before continuing the search," Leon murmurs.

You rub your eyes. "It's frustrating how we've been here since morning, and yet we can't find this strange anomaly. I feel like we're being led astray," You grumble, letting Leon guide you to the nearest abandoned building. At least you and Leon won't have to deal with the heat now that the sun is down.

Leon cracks the door open, shines the flashlight into the building, before opening the door wider. "All clear." He mutters, hands on your lower back, and gently guides you inside the building while looking over his shoulder to make sure there aren't zombies creeping up on you two.

You take cautious steps when entering the building, fearing there could be zombies inhabiting the (hopefully) vacant facility. Leon shuts the door behind him and walks over to where you are, shining his flashlight around the dark interior. You find multiple chairs stacked on top of each other, and each has a thick layer of dust sitting on top of it.

You take two chairs from the pile, dust them off, and sit down. You shine your light at Leon, gesturing for him to sit beside you. "Sit down, you need rest as much as I do." You pat the empty seat beside you,

"How are you feeling? You nearly got hurt back there." Leon says, sitting beside you after scooting his seat closer to yours, his thighs touching yours.

You sigh, resting your head on his shoulders and closing your eyes. "I'm alright. I'm a little bit out of my element today. If it weren't for me, we wouldn't have been in this situation."

Leon shakes his head. "None of this is your fault. Don't blame yourself over something you have no control over."

You sigh, opening your eyes. "If it weren't for my knight in shining armor, I would've been zombie meal," You look up at him with a cheeky smile. "I've never seen you so scared before."

Leon huffs out a laugh, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to his lap. "How can I not be? You nearly fell to your death, and a horde of zombies were sprinting at you like you're their last meal before a death sentence."

You wrap your arms around Leon's neck, thinking about what happened earlier. You and Leon were in a building, and it wasn't in the best shape compared to other abandoned buildings nearby. You ended up falling through a hole in the middle of the room, sending you three floors down. Luckily, you didn't break any bones, but you did bruise your ego because Leon witnessed the entire thing happen.

You shake your head, trying to get the image out of your head. "Sucks for them cause I'm not on the menu." You reply, running your fingers through Leon's hair. Your response earns a chuckle from Leon. God, you love hearing Leon's laugh.

You and Leon stare at each other in the dark. Despite the darkness, you can make out a faint outline of Leon's features. Wanting to see more of Leon's face, you adjust your flashlight in your lap, having it point up at the ceiling to illuminate the surrounding area. The brightness allows you to see Leon's face a bit more compared to a few minutes ago.

Leon stares at you, his eyes taking in every detail of your face. You feel heat rush to your cheeks the more he stares at you, but you're also doing the same to him. Leon reaches up, caressing your face with one hand while the other is wrapped securely around your waist.

"Did the DSO clarify what this strange anomaly was?" You mutter, changing the subject to distract yourself.

Leon shakes his head. "The only information they gave us in that file was that it's a strange anomaly that appeared on their radar for the past three days, and they needed to send out someone to check and see what it was."

If the DSO doesn't know what this strange anomaly is, then how are you and Leon supposed to find it? Granted, it's been only a day, but still—a hint would've been nice because, at this point, it feels like you're being sent on a goose chase. This strange anomaly isn't a zombie, nor is it anything that is mutated or an experiment-gone-wrong from Umbrella.

"What if we can't find the anomaly? What do we do then?" You ask, the pad of your thumbs rubbing the back of Leon's neck. "Would they even allow us to return with nothing in our hands?"

"We'll figure something out, darling. There's plenty of time for us to find it." Leon murmurs, eyeing your lips.

You sigh. "I know, but—"

Leon cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours, swallowing your words. You close your eyes, pull him closer to you, melting in his grasp as you kiss him back. Leon grasps the back of your neck and pulls you closer to the point where there's no space between your bodies, deepening the kiss.

You tangle your fingers in Leon's luscious hair, adjusting yourself on Leon's lap to wrap your legs around him and the chair. Leon slides his hands down to your ass, grabs and squeezes them before getting up from his seat. He wraps your legs around his waist and pins you against the wall.

You briefly break the kiss to catch your breath, but Leon doesn't give you the chance to catch your breath. Leon chases after your lips when you pull away and presses his lips against yours. You and Leon are so occupied with kissing each other that you two failed to notice the entire building shaking from an earthquake.

Leon slides his hands underneath your shirt and the band of your bra. You shudder, tightening your legs around his waist. You reach for Leon's shirt, but the gun holsters are in the way, making it hard for you to rip his shirt off. Leon begins kissing your jaw and down your neck, occasionally sucking on your neck while he unbuckles the gun holsters around his torso.

Leon puts the gun holsters on the chair without taking his attention away from you. Just as things are heating up between you and Leon, you and Leon hear a thud on the second floor of the building. At first, you and Leon ignored the sound because making out with each other is far more interesting than what's happening on the second floor of the building.

That is, until someone clears their voice, startling both you and Leon. Leon pulls away from your lips, shielding you from whoever is in the building with you two. You and Leon reach for your flashlights and shine towards the direction of where the sound came from, only to see a man in his early twenties—maybe twenty-one—and the other in his mid to late twenties.

"Fuck me…" Leon mutters.

You squint your eyes, trying to get a clearer look at the two people standing in front of you and Leon. You untangle your legs around Leon's waist and shine your light in each person's face, causing them to flinch and squint at the brightness. The two men standing before you and Leon are younger versions of your Leon.

You turn to Leon, eyes wide. "Could they be the anomalies that appeared on the DSO's radar?"

"I guess so…" Your Leon mutters.

The two younger versions of your Leon turn around while you and Leon fix your appearance. Fuck. How are you going to address them without confusing everyone in the room? The air is thick with tension—it's more awkward than it is hostile because imagine walking in on the older version of yourself making out with your partner in an abandoned building of the ruins of Raccoon City.

Now that you're decent and not disheveled from your and Leon's heated session, you cautiously approach the younger versions of your boyfriend and scan them from head to toe. Baby-faced Leon has that spark in his eyes, gazing at you with wonder and curiosity. God, he's such a cutie patootie.

You turn to your boyfriend, smiling at him. "Your younger self is so cute! Look at that baby face of yours! His? Yours?" You turn to baby-faced Leon while your boyfriend rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, the apples of his cheeks feeling warm.

You want to pinch baby-faced Leon so bad, but you two just met, so that's not appropriate (even though he and the stoic-twenty-something-year-old Leon technically walked in on you and Leon making out a few minutes ago). Next is the other Leon, who is a bit more stoic, but he still has that sweetness to him—if that makes sense.

"This is you when you were around my age? What a shame that I wasn't old enough back then to have all versions of you." You say to Leon, puckering your lips as you feign disappointment.

The stoic twenty-something-year-old Leon glances over at the older version of himself, crossing his arms over his chest with a raised eyebrow. "Didn't know you liked them young." Leon comments, shaking his head with a small smile on his face.

"She's older than you." Your Leon retorts, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You watch the bickering between your Leon and the past version of himself. Baby-faced Leon is doing the same; the spark in his eyes is still there despite being thrown into the future. You can't help but stare at him, taking in the smallest details of the baby-faced Leon. He's such a cutie patootie that you just want to squish his cheeks.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Leon—your Leon—asks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Did you space out so long that you failed to notice Leon approach you? You turn to him with an innocent smile on your face, earning a look from him. You bury your face into his chest, ignoring the heat that's rushing to your cheeks. Leon leans down and presses his lips on the crown of your head.

You peek up at him, smiling shyly. "Nothing! I'm just thinking about our, uh, mission and…" You trail off as you stand on the tip of your toes to whisper into his ear. "The fact that we got cockblocked by the younger versions of yourself."

Baby-faced Leon approaches you and your Leon, his eyes bright with curiosity. "Hi, we haven't formally met. I'm Leon Kennedy—the, uh, younger version of the one standing behind you. And you are?" Baby-faced Leon tilts his head to the side.

You smile, introducing yourself to both baby-faced Leon and the stoic twenty-seven-year-old Leon. "You're so cute! Is it okay if I pinch your cheeks?" You blurt after introducing yourself to the pair in front of you.

You assumed twenty-one-year-old Leon wouldn't agree to letting you pinch his cheeks, but he does. His eyes practically light up, and he nods enthusiastically, much to your surprise. You reach out and gently pinch his cheek before cupping his face in your hands. You look between him and your Leon, admiring how well Leon aged within twenty-eight years.

"This is so strange, but also fascinating at the same time." You whisper, slowly pulling away from baby-faced Leon.

Your Leon, and twenty-seven-year-old Leon, notices the way baby-faced Leon almost reaches out to you when you pull away, but his hand freezes halfway before ultimately falling at his side. The way baby-faced Leon looks at you reminds them of a kicked puppy.

Leon—your Leon—chuckles and shakes his head, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Yeah, you have that effect on him the minute you two met for the first time almost two years ago. Leon feels safe around you, and to him, whenever he thinks about home, the first thing that pops up in his mind is you, as cliché as that sounds. You are the light at the end of the tunnel whenever things get hard for him, and he's eternally grateful to have you in his life.

"I think we've done enough resting. We should check out the site for the anomalies—if there's nothing, then I guess we have our answer." You say, grabbing Leon's hand and gesturing for them to follow you out of the building.

Due to the lack of light pollution in Raccoon City, the stars are visible in the night sky, keeping the moon and clouds company. You and Leon are holding hands while walking to the crater where the nuke was dropped, searching for the anomaly—aside from the two younger versions of your boyfriend.

While you and Leon are leading the way, the baby-faced Leon and the twenty-seven-year-old Leon walk side by side behind you two, looking at the silhouette of the ruins that was once their home. Baby-faced Leon presses his lips into a thin line, his heart aching over the fact that a place he once considered home is nothing but ruins of the past. And to drop a nuke over the city? Who is despicable enough to do such a thing?

Twenty-seven-year-old Leon, however, is watching you and the older version of himself closely. The older version of himself is listening to you attentively while you're rambling and shining your flashlight around to illuminate the path ahead. He bites his bottom lip, watching your Leon pull you closer to his side when something is obstructing your path.

The way he—older Leon—has his arms around your waist, you leaning against him, and looking up at him every time you see something interesting, stirs something within twenty-seven-year-old Leon. You stand on the tip of your toes and kiss Leon's cheeks, wrapping your arm around his waist as he moves his right arm around your shoulders to keep you close to him.

"We should visit that coffee shop you mentioned a while back. It's a shame that we don't have enough free time to check it out." You say, squeezing his waist.

Leon leans down and kisses your temples. "Once this mission ends, we can do many things together."

"That is, if the DSO doesn't call us in again. It feels like we've been pushed out to do more field missions ever since you completed your assignment at Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center," You huff. "It's like they're doing this on purpose so we wouldn't have some alone time together."

Leon contemplates for a minute, shining his flashlight around in search of the rim as the four of you approach the crater—at least, that's what you're assuming. Occasionally, Leon leans down and kisses the top of your head without removing his hands from you.

While dating coworkers isn't recommended, the DSO isn't against it as long as the relationship doesn't interfere with your duties or cloud your judgment in situations where decisions can be divided. Not only that, but couples working under the DSO (or any federal agencies) must be professional when clocked into work and during field missions. Hence, why you and Leon are put on a decent amount of field missions together, though not every field mission.

But today's different because the line between coworker and partner is blurred once the helicopter drops you and Leon off in the center of Raccoon City. This need and desire that you and Leon feel has been gradually building up, and once you're finally alone, the line no longer exists to you and Leon.

"Alright, everyone. We will be splitting into two groups and searching around for the anomaly. Granted, you two," Leon gestures to both baby-faced Leon and twenty-seven-year-old Leon, "are the anomalies, but we need to find the source that brought the two of you into our timeline."

Twenty-seven-year-old Leon raises an eyebrow. "Why do we need to split into a group?"

"We'll be able to cover the ground much faster if we were to split into groups." You reply.

"And how would it work if we're not from this timeline?" Baby-faced Leon interjects, crossing his arms over his chest. "If anything, wouldn't it make more sense if either of us were paired up with one of you?"

Your Leon raises an eyebrow at baby-faced Leon's suggestion. While that's logical, Leon wants some alone time with you. After all, the heated moment between you two was rudely interrupted by the two younger versions of himself. Can a guy get some privacy with his girlfriend for once?

Instead of objecting to baby-faced Leon's suggestion, Leon nods. "You're right. Alright, you—" Leon points to twenty-seven-year-old Leon, "will be paired up with her." Leon points to you with his thumb.

Leon sees his rookie twenty-one-year-old self visibly deflate when realizing he's paired up with him. Leon chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. You turn to Leon and quickly kiss his cheek before walking over to where the twenty-seven-year-old is standing, while Leon walks to his rookie self, patting his shoulders.

Leon gives a brief rundown on what you all need to do and what to look for: anything that looks out of the ordinary. While everyone is listening, baby-faced Leon can't help but glance in your direction before looking at the older version of himself, only to lock eyes with him.

"Any questions before we split?" Leon asks, looking away from baby-faced Leon.

You gesture to the spot where you're standing. "One question, so once we're done investigating with our partner, we regroup at this very spot?"

Leon nods before gesturing for everyone to depart. You and the twenty-seven-year-old version of your boyfriend walk to the right while Leon and the baby-faced version of himself go in the opposite direction. You half expected twenty-seven-year-old Leon to lead the way, but instead, he gestures for you to do so. You shyly walk ahead of him, shining your flashlight around to look for something out of the ordinary.

While it's Raccoon City and you're not familiar with the place, nothing seems off. Minus a few zombies in the distance, but other than that, there's nothing strange (not counting the younger versions of your boyfriend, of course). The air between you two feels awkward. What is there to talk about, really?

"You're not much of a talker, huh? Am I that bad?" The twenty-seven-year-old asks, now walking beside you.

Your eyes widen, and you quickly shake your head. "No, no! I'm usually not much of a talker when I'm around, uh, new people. Please don't take any offense if I'm not talkative around you." You tuck a stray hair behind your ears.

The two of you continue your search around the crater. After ten minutes of walking around the rim of the crater, you and twenty-seven-year-old Leon stop near a big boulder. You rest on it and rub your aching calves. You have been walking nonstop today, and it's starting to catch up with you.

Leon gazes at you worriedly. "Are you okay? We can take a few-minute break before meeting up with the others."

You shake your head stubbornly. "No, no, it's okay! We can end our search here and return to where we regroup with the others." You suggest.

As you're about to walk back to where you and the other Leon—the one older than the baby-faced Leon, but younger than your boyfriend—walked from, he stops you in your tracks and shakes his head. You stare at him, eyebrows furrowing.

"You really should rest, or else the older version of me gets on my ass for not taking care of you," Twenty-seven-year-old Leon says, crossing his arms over his chest. "In the meantime, we can get to know each other while you rest up a bit."

You blink owlishly at him. Who are you to deny him? You proceed to sit on the boulder, rubbing your calves as twenty-seven-year-old Leon leans against the boulder beside you. What is there to talk about with someone who's a younger version of your boyfriend? You probably know more about him than he does with you, given the fact that you are dating the forty-nine-year-old version of him.

You look up from your calves, only to make eye contact with Leon. You two stare at each other for a moment. You rub the back of your neck, gesturing for him to go first in talking about himself. The twenty-seven-year-old starts giving you a small rundown of what he does for work and how he got into this situation.

"It happened suddenly. I was with Ashley, and the next thing I know, I'm here." Leon says, crossing his arms over his chest. "I hope she's okay. I really need to find a way back to make sure she's safe and reunite her with her father."

You rub your chin, letting the information sink into your brain. Strange. Leon—uh, the twenty-seven-year-old Leon—was in the middle of a rescue mission in Spain, and he was suddenly snatched from his timeline and thrown into yours. You remember the time when your Leon told you about his mission in Spain to save the President's daughter.

"Don't worry, Leon! We'll find a way to get you back to your timeline! Is there anything else you remember that happened before you realized you were thrown into the future?"

Leon presses his lips into a thin line. "I don't know. The last thing I remembered was that everything started shaking before my vision blurred, and here I am."

Strange. You remember feeling an earthquake while you and your Leon were… getting busy in an abandoned building. There has to be something that caused a strange rift within the timeline, and so far, it seems that there's an earthquake—at least, that's what you're assuming—before things shift.

"Enough about me, tell me about yourself."

You shrug. "I'm not sure where to start. I'm not an interesting person, nor is my life eventful outside of work."

Twenty-seven-year-old Leon chuckles, shaking his head. "You say that about yourself, but there has to be something about you for my future self to fall in love with you."

You puff your cheeks and exhale, rummaging through your brain to talk about. Outside of work life, your life is fairly quiet. You're not much of a social butterfly, but you're not against going to social gatherings. Most of your time is spent with Leon, and if it's not with Leon, you're entertaining yourself with a hobby you recently got into.

Realization quickly hits you after a few minutes. "Wait, but you didn't tell me a lot about yourself. You talked about your job and how you were thrown into this timeline."

Twenty-seven-year-old Leon shrugs his shoulders. "I figured you already know a lot about me, given the fact that you're my future self's girlfriend."

Well, twenty-seven-year-old Leon is not wrong about that at all. You pat on the boulder, before moving over to make some space for him to sit. You hug your knees to your chest and start telling him about yourself, the small details. While you're telling twenty-seven-year-old Leon about yourself, you stare up at the night sky, basking in the cool breeze that sweeps through the area.

"Okay! Enough with resting! We should continue with our duty." You say, hopping off the boulder and gesturing for the twenty-seven-year-old to follow you.

You and twenty-seven-year-old Leon proceed where you left off. Despite knowing the little things about each other, things are still a bit awkward. Well, for you, it doesn't feel awkward. But for the younger version of your boyfriend? It feels awkward.

The further you walk into the crater, the stranger things become. The breeze you and twenty-seven-year-old Leon felt earlier suddenly stops. The crickets chirping are dead silent. The only thing you hear is the rocks and gravel crunching beneath your and Leon's feet.

Suddenly, something sprints out of the darkness and towards your and twenty-seven-year-old Leon's direction. You barely have enough time to react and pull out your gun when your partner wraps his arms around your waist, shields you from the charging zombie, and shoots it in the head multiple times before it crumples to the ground, motionless.

The sound of the gunshots draws attention to the other nearby zombies, causing them to migrate their way towards both of you. You pull your gun out of your holster and start shooting at charging zombies. Just when you thought this investigation was going to be peaceful, the universe always has a way to prove you wrong and make you look like a fool.

Five minutes pass, and every zombie that emerged from the darkness is sprawling on the ground. Some are headless, and others are missing limbs. You turn to check on your twenty-seven-year-old investigation partner to see him gazing at you with a nod of approval.

"Not bad. You're quite skilled—a little clumsy at first, but you can handle yourself well," Twenty-seven-year-old Leon smiles at you.

"Thank you! Not to brag or anything, I have an amazing mentor who taught me what I've learned." You reply, walking backwards, only to trip over a rock.

Before you can land on the ground, twenty-seven-year-old Leon lunges forward to catch you. You stare up at him, eyes wide and humiliated, while he looks down at you, amused.

"Careful now. Wouldn't want you to fall too hard for me," Twenty-seven-year-old Leon jokes, a smirk gracing his features.

You scoff, shaking your head. "Sorry, but I prefer my men older and with back pain."

The twenty-seven-year-old raises an eyebrow at you. "I am older than you, technically speaking."

"Yes, but you're in my timeline, therefore I'm the older one here. Thank you for catching me, though. I appreciate it." You take a step back from him, but he doesn't let you go at first.

You look down at his hands, and then back at his face. Twenty-seven-year-old Leon stares at you with an unreadable expression. It's almost like he wants to say something, but he can't get himself to do it, no matter how much he tries. None of you dares to speak or break the silence, but continue to just stare at each other. The moon barely gives enough light for you to see his face.

"Hey! I-I see them over there!" You hear baby-faced Leon call out from a distance.

You and twenty-seven-year-old Leon quickly pull away, heat rushing to your face. You and your twenty-seven-year-old investigation partner shine your flashlights towards where you hear baby-faced Leon's voice. From a distance, you see two silhouettes running in your direction.

"What took you guys so long?! You guys weren't at the spot we were supposed to meet!" Baby-faced Leon says, shining his flashlight in your direction from head to toe to make sure you're not injured—and the other Leon, who's six years older than him.

Your Leon shines his flashlight around, eyebrows furrowing when he sees a decent amount of zombies scattering in the surrounding area. Leon looks at you, approaching you without hesitating.

"Darling, are you alright? You weren't hurt, were you?" Leon murmurs, checking everywhere for any injuries you might've sustained while investigating around the crater for any anomalies.

You reach for Leon's hands and gently squeeze them. "I'm alright, Leon. If it weren't for my investigating partner, I would've been zombie meal." You joke.

"Sweetheart, you can't joke about these things," Leon whispers, shaking his head in disbelief.

You brush his fringe before caressing his face with one hand, smiling at him. "You have nothing to worry about, my love."

Leon lets out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head. You and Leon continue staring at each other, the tension from earlier gradually returning as the younger versions of Leon awkwardly watch you two from the sidelines.

Baby-faced Leon nudges the twenty-seven-year-old Leon. "How did the investigation go? Did anything happen?"

The twenty-seven-year-old shrugs. "There were a few zombies nearby, and when one decided to charge at her and me, we shot and killed it, but that attracted the others nearby, and now you're looking at the outcome." He gestures to the headless bodies scattered around.

Baby-faced Leon shines his flashlight around at the headless bodies of the infected, his face pinching with disgust. Barely into his first day of working as a rookie officer, he gets thrown into a zombie apocalypse where he has to kill the people he was supposed to protect and serve, along with his coworkers.

The twenty-one-year-old finally takes his eyes off the headless bodies. He looks over at you and Leon, only to see that you're still wrapped up in your own little world. Seeing the older version of himself being gently caressed by the woman he loves makes him feel some type of way. The twenty-one-year-old RPD rookie can't help but feel a lump form in his throat at the sight.

Your Leon presses his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose gently brushing against yours. "I love you."

You smile, nuzzling your nose against yours. "I love you, too, Leon." You hold back a laugh when Leon buries his face into your neck, his stubble tickling you.

"Alright, lovebirds. Enough with the public display of affection; it's making the rest of us feel lonely." The twenty-seven-year-old says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Leon looks at the younger version of himself, narrowing his eyes at them before pretending to consider stopping what he was doing. Leon has a staring match with his twenty-one-year-old and twenty-seven-year-old selves. They do not look happy, especially the one during his rookie years.

Leon ignores them and rests his head on your shoulders, kissing your neck and burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your addictive scent. You snort, digging your fingers into Leon's soft hair and massaging his scalp.

You kiss the top of his head and whisper, "Are you riling them up on purpose?"

Leon leans towards your ear and murmurs, "Oh, I am. They cockblocked me so many times already, so this is my payback." Leon nips your earlobe, earning a soft gasp from you.

Baby-faced Leon props his hands on his hips. "Ahem. It's best not to get distracted on your mission. If you want to find the anomalies as soon as possible, then we should continue where we left off, but this time, we will be with a different partner."

Your Leon looks at his rookie self with shock that's masked with amusement. There's no way he's getting cockblocked again. Leon looks down at you and kisses the top of your head before reluctantly pulling away from you. You can't help but giggle at the idea of Leon getting cockblocked by the different variations of himself.

Baby-faced Leon approaches you and reaches for your hand. "Come on, let's investigate around and find the source of the anomalies."

You smile at baby-faced Leon and let him drag out away from your Leon and the twenty-seven-year-old Leon. Leon and his twenty-seven-year-old self watch you, and the baby-faced rookie walk farther and farther away. Leon turns to his twenty-seven-year-old self with his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side.

"What did you two do while you were together?" Leon asks.

The twenty-seven-year-old smirks and walks off. "Wouldn't you like to know, old man."

"Old man, aye?" Leon chuckles in disbelief, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

Oh, he will know eventually cause what the younger version of himself isn't aware of is that whatever they're thinking about, it will eventually make its way to his head as if they're his own thoughts. Leon discovered this before everyone split with their partners, but didn't tell them because who knows how they'll react?

Leon follows after his twenty-seven-year-old self, placing a firm hand on his shoulders. "So, you tried making a move on my girlfriend."

The twenty-seven-year-old goes stiff under Leon's grasp. Leon raises an eyebrow at his younger self, waiting for a response. The twenty-seven-year-old doesn't say anything as his face becomes warm the longer Leon scrutinizes him. It's a good thing it's dark out, or else the older version of himself will see how red he has become.

In the meantime, you and baby-faced Leon walk around the crater, flashlight lighting your pathway. You can't help but notice that baby-faced Leon is still holding onto your hand. You don't want to bring it up and cause him to become flustered, even though he probably looks cute when he's shy and embarrassed.

"Leon and I couldn't find an anomaly while we were investigating the area together. Did you and the other Leon find anything?" Baby-faced Leon asks, turning to you.

You shake your head. "We didn't find anything either."

Baby-faced Leon sighs, running his hand through his hair after releasing your hand after a while. Before you can take the lead, baby-faced Leon grabs your hand again and starts walking. He is laser-focused on finding the strange anomaly you and your Leon were supposed to look for before temporarily taking a break in an abandoned building.

You examine him, admiring his side profile and the way he would furrow his eyebrows whenever he's trying to see in the dark. The flashlight gradually becomes dim as time passes, making it hard for both of you to search around the crater.

"What do you see in him?" Baby-faced Leon asks suddenly, catching you off guard.

You blink at him as both of you slowly come to a stop. "What do I see in the older version of yourself? My Leon?"

Baby-faced Leon nods, looking down at you curiously. The twenty-one-year-old can't help but feel his heart sink into the pit of his stomach whenever he hears "my Leon" coming from your mouth. Baby-faced Leon wondered if you loved him—the older version of himself—as much as his ex-girlfriend once loved him before ultimately breaking up with him.

Baby-faced Leon clears his throat. "I'm curious about what you like about the older version of me. Does the age not put you off? What's… what drew you to me—uh, him?"

You stare up at him as a million thoughts race through your head. "I love a lot of things about him. He's caring, sweet, gentle, protective; whenever I'm with him, all is right in the world. His age doesn't put me off because I'm also an adult." Your face becomes warmer the longer you talk to the younger version of your boyfriend.

"How much do you love him? Would you sacrifice everything for him?"

You nod without a second thought. "I would put my life on the line for him. I've never been considered by the people in my life, but with Leon, he always considers me. He always puts me first, even if I'm not with him. I can mention the smallest detail about myself—whether it'd be an interest, something I want to eat, anything, really—he makes note of it."

Baby-faced Leon nods, letting the information sink in. He can see the way your eyes light up whenever you talk about your Leon. The way you smile, the way you act, the way you talk about the older version of him. He knows you're dating the future version of himself, but is it selfish for him to want you to be with him?

"Hypothetically, if Leon were to get a job in another state or city, would you drop everything and move there with him?"

You pause for a moment. Would you drop everything just for Leon if he got another job in another state or city? It's not like your relationship with Leon is fresh and new. You've been together for at least a year, now, maybe a little over a year. You and Leon do almost everything together and build a routine together.

You love Leon, and Leon loves you. Both of you have sacrificed many things for each other already. You can't imagine your life without Leon, especially your future. Even if this is a hypothetical question, wherever Leon goes, he can always count on you to be by his side no matter what.

"Of course, I would. I love him too much to let him leave me behind." You finally answer baby-faced Leon's hypothetical question. "But the real question is: would he leave me behind to pursue his career in another city or state?"

"He wouldn't. He would be an absolute idiot if he did." Baby-faced Leon replies immediately, shaking his head.

You chuckle, holding the urge to pinch his cheek. "And how would you know that?"

"Because he is me and I am him, and I would never leave someone I love behind." After saying that, baby-faced Leon looks away as blood rushes to his cheeks. "Come on, we need to find the source of the anomaly because there are people in my timeline who still need my help."

He turns around and starts walking, but not before grabbing your hand and pulling you along. It feels strange to interact with the younger versions of your boyfriend, especially one who barely started his job as a police officer for Raccoon City.

He stands tall, chest puffed out, eyes sharp and alert for any danger nearby. You have to say, his posture is certainly better than your Leon, but that's probably because he's still young and hasn't been thrown against concrete walls and pillars.

"What did you and Leon do whenever you guys were paired up?" You ask, breaking the moment of silence between the two of you.

Baby-faced Leon continues walking, not taking his eyes off his surroundings. "Uh…" He trails off, thinking back to moments earlier, after you and the twenty-seven-year-old Leon depart the area.

Baby-faced Leon turns to his older self, crossing his arms over his chest. "I guess we're partners for the investigation."

Older Leon chuckles, nodding. "Yes, for now. Then, we will switch partners and proceed with the investigation if neither group finds anything strange."

Baby-faced Leon nods and follows the older version of himself after Leon gestures for him to follow along. The walk was awkward, and there wasn't much chatting happening between the two of them. As much as younger Leon would hate to admit, he truly hopes that neither group can find this "anomaly" because he wants the chance to be paired up with you after.

This is his one and only chance to ask the older version of himself about his future, to see if he's satisfied with where he ended up. Surely he's happy, right? Right before he (baby-faced Leon) was snatched from his timeline, many people were relying on him to save the world.

How much time has passed in his universe? Is Claire okay? If he hadn't chosen to show up to work late today, would it be any different? Baby-faced Leon was so engrossed in his thoughts that he failed to notice 2026 Leon stopping in his tracks, causing him to run into older Leon's back.

"Oh, shit, sorry, Leon." Baby-faced Leon immediately apologizes, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

Leon raises an eyebrow at him. "What's on your mind? You've been distracted ever since you showed up."

"I…" He trails off, unsure of what to say. Leon gives him a look—almost the look of pity. "It's my first day on the job, and so many things went wrong. One minute, I was with Claire, and the next, I find myself here. Leon, I need to find a way back to my timeline, or else something will happen."

Baby-faced Leon shrugs. "We did what we were supposed to do, and we also chatted here and there. It's a bit strange to talk to someone who's the future version of yourself."

"Yeah, I bet," is what you wanted to say to twenty-one-year-old RPD rookie Leon, but you didn't respond. You can't imagine being only twenty-one years old and living through such horrors on the first day of your job, where everyone is either infected, killed, or both.

You've heard stories from both Leon and Sherry—both went through something incredibly traumatic that shaped their lives. You feel a pang in your chest. The people you love so much, the ones you hold near and dear to your heart, have been through hell and back.

"Are you okay?" Baby-faced Leon asks.

You now realize you two have come to a stop, and baby-faced Leon stands in front of you, looking down at you with those puppy dog eyes of his. God, his eyes are so blue and beautiful. You find yourself staring into his eyes, admiring how bright and sparkly they are. Those are the same eyes you see every morning you wake up, the same eyes you stare into when his arms are wrapped around your waist, the eyes you love to stare into before leaning in for a kiss.

The same eyes that would shed tears when days are hard, and your Leon needed a break from the immense stress and pressure that's weighing him down. The same blue eyes that would sparkle with happiness and joy when he sees you after a long day at work.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm okay. I was just… deep in my thoughts," You reply.

He continues to stare at you, trying to read the smallest details of your expression as if he's trying to decode you. After what feels like ten minutes (it was actually two minutes), baby-faced Leon continues to lead the way despite both your flashlights becoming dim.

"Before you were thrown into the future, did you notice anything strange before it happened?"

Baby-faced Leon hums, digging into his brain as he tries to remember the things that happened before being tossed into your world. Baby-faced Leon purses his lips, his eyebrows furrowing. "Nothing really stood out to me, if I have to be honest. I guess the only thing that felt off was that there was an earthquake before I appeared in your timeline."

You raise your eyebrows at his response. Strange. First, twenty-seven-year-old Leon said that he felt an earthquake before stumbling into your timeline, and now baby-faced RPD rookie Leon says the same thing. As you two venture deeper into the crater, you slowly piece the information together. What if this "earthquake" is not actually an earthquake, but a warning or a sign that the timeline is being ripped open?

But what could be the cause of the rift? You shake your head, trying to remain focused as you and the twenty-one-year-old step over chunks of rocks and gravel. As you're nearing the center, your ears start to ring, forcing you to come to a complete stop.

Baby-faced Leon stops, turning to look at you worriedly. "Are you alright? You don't look too good."

You nod, beads of sweat start forming at your temples. "Do you hear that ringing, or is it just me?"

He tilts his head to the side, reminding you of a confused puppy. God, he's adorable. You're going to tease your Leon when you see him again. Baby-faced Leon listens closely, trying to hear the ringing you mentioned. But alas, he does not hear anything at all. He places his hand on your lower back, steadying you as you start to wobble.

Maybe this is what happens when you haven't eaten all day today and are on your feet for hours nonstop. An idea suddenly pops up in his mind, and before you can register what's happening, baby-faced Leon turns his back to you and squats.

You blink at him owlishly. "What are you doing?"

He gestures to his back. "Hop on."

You shake your head. "No, no, you don't need to give me a piggyback ride, Leon. I'm okay, really."

You hear a huff, and he turns to you, a pout evident on his face. You nearly do a double-take at the sight of his pout and puppy-dog eyes. You sigh, rubbing your temples before you concede. Baby-faced Leon perks up, and you can almost see an invisible tail wagging as you prepare to climb on his back.

You wrap your arms around his neck after mounting him, thighs wrapping around his waist. Baby-faced Leon holds onto the back of your knees and adjusts you on his back. You rest your chin on his shoulders, your soft breath causing him to momentarily freeze before clearing his throat.

Baby-faced Leon peeks over his shoulder to look at you. "Ready?"

You nod, tightening your arms around his neck. He starts walking, shining his flashlight around while trying to listen for the ringing you mentioned earlier, but the only thing he hears is your soft breathing and the crickets chirping from a distance.

"Aside from the earthquake that you felt in your timeline, were there any visual cues?" You murmur, eyes scanning the night sky as you and baby-faced Leon—mainly Leon—wander around.

Baby-faced Leon hums, tightening his grip around your knees. "I'm not sure. I was so engrossed in my duties that I didn't realize what was happening aside from the earthquake." He replies.

You sigh. You dig into your pockets and pull out your phone, turning the flashlight on since your flashlight's starting to flicker. Your legs are starting to feel better compared to earlier today, but your feet? It's incredibly sore and hurts when you move them around in your shoes.

You wonder how your Leon and the twenty-seven-year-old Leon are doing. Have they found the source of the anomaly that appeared on the DSO's radar? Maybe they'll have better luck compared to when you guys were paired with different people. This supposed anomaly is, allegedly, in this area, and yet, nothing is out of the ordinary—again, aside from the two younger versions of your boyfriend.

The flashlight that baby-faced Leon is holding suddenly dies, leaving only your phone as the source of light. He kisses his teeth, tucks the dead flashlight back into his pocket, before wandering around the darkness with your phone in his grasp. From a distance, you and baby-faced Leon see something. It's faint, but bright enough for you to see it in the dark.

"What is that?" You mutter.

Baby-faced Leon shrugs. "One way to find out."

Baby-faced Leon walks towards the strange glow in the distance. It's between the center and rim of the crater, an area where you have not yet explored with either Leons. The closer you get, the more things start to become distorted. Voices you've never heard before can be heard from it.

Just as you and baby-faced Leon close in on this strange light, a voice calls out to you two, "Hey! Where are you guys going?"

Baby-faced Leon stops in his tracks and turns to see your Leon and the twenty-seven-year-old US Agent running towards you guys. Your Leon, your precious Leon, eyes are zeroed in on you.

"Did something happen to her?" Your Leon asks, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you off of baby-faced Leon's back.

You point at the faint light in the distance. "I'm fine, Leon. But look over there! There's this weird light—I think it's the anomaly that appeared on the DSO's radar a few days ago."

Leon briefly looks over his shoulder before focusing on you. Instead of letting you stand on your own, Leon decides to princess carry you. Leon (with you in his arms), baby-faced Leon, and twenty-seven-year-old Leon approach the strange light cautiously.

"That's not a weird light…" Twenty-seven-year-old Leon mutters, eyes narrowing as he inspects the supposed light.

Baby-faced Leon takes a closer look. "It's a rift."

Everyone stands around the glowing rift, inspecting it cautiously. You tap on the twenty-seven-year-old Leon's shoulder, gesturing for him to grab the nearest rock for you (because you're still being carried by your Leon). Without questioning it, he squats down, picks up a sizable rock, and hands it to you. You toss the rock into the rift, watching it disappear into the light.

The rock doesn't clatter on the ground, like you assumed it would. You open your mouth to say something, but are cut off by distorted voices coming from the rift.

"Leon!? Leon! Where are you!?" A girl's voice comes from the rift, making everyone freeze.

Baby-faced Leon tenses up, turning to the three of you. "It's Claire!"

Then, another distorted voice emerges from the rift. This time, it's different from the one everyone heard earlier. "Leooooon? Where did you disappear off to? It's rude to leave a girl alone, you know?"

The twenty-seven-year-old runs his hands through his hair, sighing. "Great, Ashley's going to give me an earful when I find my way back."

The question is: how will they return to their universe? You tossed the rock into the rift, and it disappeared, but you're not entirely sure where it disappeared off to. You don't want them to risk it by jumping in, only to end up in a universe they're not from. Since the rift is rather small, the four of you take ten steps back and wait.

The three Leons start coming up with a plan to get the baby-faced RPD rookie and twenty-seven-year-old US agent back to their timeline. You stare at the rift, wondering what's waiting beyond it aside from Claire and Ashley. Time is ticking, and no one is certain if there's a time limit for when this rift will reopen. After this lengthy conversation, your Leon excuses himself and carries you away from the duo.

You look at him, confused. "What's wrong?"

Leon shakes his head. "It's nothing. I just want to have some alone time with you."

Leon ducks underneath a demolished building and pins you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. Leon cages you against the wall with his arms as you wrap one arm around his neck and grab his shirt with your other.

"Hi," Leon murmurs, kissing your forehead. "I missed you."

You smile, kissing his cheeks. "Hello to you, too, Mister Kennedy. I missed seeing your handsome face."

Leon chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours. "But you've been with the younger versions of me the entire time. It's impossible to escape from me."

"True, but I missed seeing your face. Baby-faced Leon and twenty-seven-year-old US agent Leon aren't the Leon I'm used to seeing and being around."

Leon chuckles. You bite your bottom lip, feeling uncontrollable lust bubbling up inside you the longer you're pinned against the wall with your legs around his waist. You pull him in for a kiss, tightening your legs around his waist. Leon angles his head down, deepening the kiss before letting his hands roam around your body.

"They're eating each other's faces again." You and Leon hear the disgruntled twenty-seven-year-old mutter from the entrance where you and Leon are hiding.

Baby-faced Leon sighs from a distance. "I shouldn't be surprised, and yet, here I am. Can't really blame the two of them since we were purposely cockblocking them by splitting them up…"

Leon pulls away from the kiss, looking over his shoulder. You cup his face in your hands and pull him back into the kiss. Leon wraps both of his arms around your waist, pinning you against the wall with his body.

"You were about to give them an earful." You mutter against his lips.

"I was, but your lips are more important." Leon pulls away from the kiss and starts peppering your face with kisses, slowly trailing down your neck, leaving open-mouth kisses.

You shudder in his arms, running your fingers through Leon's hair as he starts sucking on your neck. His stubble scratching against your neck makes you giggle, almost writhing in his arms from the sensation. If Leon wasn't holding onto you, you would've slipped out of his grasp.

"Please don't have sex while we're still here. At least do that once we're gone!" Twenty-seven-year-old Leon shouts from a distance, groaning when he hears suspicious sounds coming from where Leon has "excused himself."

Leon buries his face into your neck, sighing. You snicker, kissing the top of his head and staring out into the darkness. You can still see a faint light from the rift, but nothing has happened so far, much to your and Leon's dismay. You can feel it poking you while Leon continues to nuzzle his face against yours, gently squeezing your waist.

"They're committed to being cockblocks, huh."

Leon shakes his head. "Oh, you know it."

Leon latches his lips onto your throat, gently nibbling on them. You clench your jaw, trying to refrain from jumping his bones. The sexual tension between you and Leon is interrupted by faint rumbling. Leon pauses what he's doing and runs out of your little hiding place to where the other Leons are standing. Once you're out in the open, a powerful earthquake strikes, causing everyone to stumble around, searching for something to hold onto.

The glowing rift splits into two—wide enough to suck in buildings and cars. You shield your eyes as the rift becomes brighter, dragging twenty-one-year-old RPD rookie Leon and twenty-seven-year-old US agent Leon towards it. As the rift gets bigger, you can see into it. The first rift shows an image of a brown-haired girl, searching high and low for Leon. The second rift shows a girl with shoulder-length blonde hair, hiding who knows where.

This is it—this is their only chance to be able to return to their world. Twenty-one and twenty-seven-year-old Leon both bid you and Leon goodbye before jumping into their respective rifts. The rift seals up, and the earthquake stops. You collapse to the ground, sighing in relief. Leon stares at the space where the rifts once were, shaking his head.

"Do you think they'll remember all of this after returning to their timeline?" You ask.

Leon nods almost immediately. "Oh, yeah. They will remember this for the rest of their lives. I doubt their memories will be erased once they're back in their universe."

Leon calls the mission coordinator, informing them about the mission being completed and to send a helicopter to pick you guys up. Leon gives them your coordinates before ending the call with the coordinator. Before you can say anything, Leon leans down and picks you up from the ground, tossing you over his shoulders, and walks to the closest building.

"Wha—Leon! They're sending the helicopters to pick us up right now!" You yelp, looking over at him in disbelief.

Leon clears his throat. "It'll take some time for them to arrive. We have plenty of time to mess around a bit. After all, I've been cockblocked too many times today already." He pins you against the nearest wall and slides his hands up your shirt. "If you don't want to do it, we don't have to."

You stare at him, then down at his hands that are cupping your breasts underneath your bra. "No, no, continue. I was just worried that they'll show up while we're in the middle of our rendezvous."

Leon pecks your lips. "You have nothing to worry about, darling."

Note: Now that this idea is out of the way, I can finally start planning another Leon Kennedy fic. But I'm not sure when that one will be posted. I do have a Genshin commission to work on, so I will probably work on it at the same time...? Who knows! This is future me's problem. I am going to play RE2R tomorrow and regret my decisions in doing so. Anyway, to all my new and returning readers, please keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except for Tumblr and AO3! Read more of my works on my Grand Masterlist, which contains every masterlist I have created! | Maybe support me by tipping me on Ko-Fi or by reblogging my fanfics! ^^ I will also be posting exclusive fanfics on Ko-Fi as well very soon! I might post all of my stories there, too, but who knows? You can also tip me on Tumblr if you'd like, as a way to show support! ^^ Join the Discord to get future fic updates and connect with other readers, maybe?:) Raccoon City Sanctuary

[genshinluvr]

hi!! not sure if you're still doing the genshin harem, but if you are, will you add lohen?

I am, but I won’t be posting for Genshin in a while because I lost interest in Genshin—almost as much as I did with HSR 😭 maybe after my fifth or sixth Leon Kennedy fanfic, but that’s if I have any idea on what I want to write

Also, I have huge writers block for the Genshin series and I will be ending it soon. It’s been running for way too long (over 4 years) and I want to complete it and maybe make a “book 2” for it. With the number of people in the harem, it makes it hard for me to have a fleshed out story without it being filled with nothing but dialogue from almost 40 people 😔 I’ll figure it out eventually

[genshinluvr]

Due to uncertainty of Lohen’s age, he will no longer be in the Genshin isekai harem lineup. Until Hoyoverse confirms his real age, I will not add Lohen for the time being.

I sincerely apologize to Lohen fans and those who are looking forward to having him in future fics as a permanent addition to the series. Due to discrepancies between the Genshin manga and Genshin story quest, there are confusion surrounding Lohen’s age and it’s making me hesitant on adding him.

I understand there are (probably) many people who firmly believe that Lohen is an adult, but due to the story quest and manga, other people will consider him a minor. I do not want any detrimental accusations thrown at me for unknowingly adding a minor to a lineup that’s filled with adults (if Lohen ends up being confirmed a minor). I have yet completed any recent archon and character story quests (because of genshin burnout), my friend popped into my DMs to inform me of Lohen’s age.

Unless there’s solid evidence that Lohen is indeed an adult, I will not add Lohen to the harem. Because so far, there’s solid evidence that he’s a minor, around Mika’s age.

[genshinluvr]

Just read shameless, What is this ? It’s SO good! 😍 I wasn’t sure how you were going to handle the first time Leon heard us, but GODDDD, the way you worked it into the original storyline was amazing!And for the first time ever, I’m not even mad at the reader for being so down bad for Leon because, girl... he is way too gorgeous and hot for me to care about my pride. 🤤I loved every part of this, and I love your brain for coming up with it. Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Ahhhhhh thank you, thank you, thank you 😭❤️ I’m really happy to see that you and many other readers enjoyed the RE9 isekai fic 🥹

I had this thought sitting in the front of my mind every time I play RE9 because I’ve always wondered how these characters (specifically Leon) would react to their fans thirsting over them, the fans commentary, etc.

I think it turned out pretty well cause it was so fun to type it out, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Aside from having to replay the game for the fifth time, I also watched cut scenes on YouTube for specific parts of the game so I can type it out for Shameless :’)

I enjoyed typing out every Leon Kennedy fic I’ve posted so far, and I have another one that I’m also excited to start on. A part 2 will happen soon, but not this upcoming update ^^

[genshinluvr]

Shameless

Pairing: RE9!Leon Kennedy x isekai'd!fem!Reader (ft. Grace Ashcroft and Victor Gideon) Summary: Whenever you play Leon's part in Resident Evil Requiem, Leon hears everything you say—from your curses, to your praises, to your reaction to seeing him break open a warped door with his hatchet—he hears it all. Even when you get thrown into his universe, you're just as shameless as you were before you arrived. Note: It ain't a Genshinluvr fic if I don't write at least one fic with an isekai plot. There are snippets of the actual game in this fic, and as the fic progresses, once you/the reader gets isekai'd into Resident Evil Requiem. I had the time of my life typing this out, not gonna lie. It was fun as hell. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo). Warning: Violence (the usual), Victor Gideon caressing Leon (is that a warning itself?), The Girl, you'll probably get secondhand embarrassment from this fic. Word Count: 9.8k

You're buzzing with excitement, knowing you're going to see the 49-year-old Leon S. Kennedy in his glory after playing Grace's part at the Wrenwood Hotel. You have been anticipating the release of Resident Evil Requiem ever since you saw the trailer for the game. Now that it's in your Steam library, you have been itching to play the game after work.

You're sitting at your desk, knees pressing against your chest as the cut scene plays before you. Your heart is still pounding against your chest after you manage to escape from the infected police officer, Cole. You watch Grace collapse in the strange man's iron grip, her body slumping to the side, and the screen goes black.

"Is it finally happening?" You whisper, leaning forward towards the monitor, and watch the series of police cars slowly appear on the screen, before cutting to a scene where it shows a dead body with strange blotches on the palm of the deceased's hand. Your eyes light up. "It is! It is it is it is!"

The man—obviously, it's thee Leon S. Kennedy—gets up from where he was kneeling and leaves the area that is blocked off with crime scene tape.

"Talk to me. Is this one like the others?" A woman's voice breaks through the sound of pouring rain as the man walks towards the CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS and POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS tape.

"Same black blotches." He ducks under the tape and continues to walk past the police cars at the crime scene.

"And it's not postmortem lividity?" The mission coordinator asks.

"No." He turns toward the area where his car is parked. "No, this is different. That's six now. Six survivors of Raccoon City, all dead from the same thing." The scene switches to the inside of the car.

"Yeah, that's… not good."

"No… No, it's not." The car door opens, and the investigator gets into the car before closing it.

You lean in your seat, biting your bottom lip. God, his voice is so husky. You continue watching the cut scene, completely immersed and enamored by the sight of the man you will be playing as very soon, once the cut scene is over. The mission coordinator proceeds to give additional information to the mysterious man.

You already know who this mysterious man is behind the wheel. But when the bottom half of his face is shown in the rear-view mirror, you audibly gasp and continue to watch the cut scene, watching the man grab his gun and pop out the cylinder, spinning it around before popping it back in, while the mission coordinator continues to speak in his intercom.

The minute the game finally reveals Leon's face, you gasp. "Oh my—Leon, you're so handsome."

For about thirty seconds, Leon doesn't respond to the woman on the other end of his intercom. His eyebrows slightly furrow, his eyes scanning his surroundings. Did he just hear someone else's voice? It's certainly not the mission coordinator. What the hell?

"You there, Leon?" The mission coordinator asks, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Leon nods. "Yeah. I'm here."

"You okay?" Leon can hear the woman raise her eyebrows as she waits for his response.

Leon doesn't respond to her question. Leon glances in his rear-view mirror, checking to see if a random woman may have sneaked into his car, but he sees no one. Leon pushes the start button of his Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT, and the black luxury car purrs to life.

"Send me the address," Leon says, putting his car in reverse and turning halfway. "I'll check it out." Leon puts his gearshift into drive before he drives off into the night.

You stare at the dark screen after watching Leon's car disappear into the night—your mouth agape. You're so glad that you spent $69.99 for this game. You could spend additional money on the deluxe version, but you wanted to finish the game first before deciding whether a deluxe version is worth buying.

You end up playing the game for a little over an hour. You're now on Grace's part of the game, where you need to find a screwdriver for the fuse box in Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center. You didn't know what got into you when you chose to play the standard classic mode rather than casual or standard modern mode.

"God, I'm so stupid. Why am I doing this to myself?" You mutter after Grace grabs the ink ribbon in the room that you unlocked with the Cherub Key. "Limited autosaves, and I need to save my gameplay wisely. Why did I choose this mode again?"

You're roaming around the area as Grace—you're playing in first-person point of view—trying to gather the courage to go to the nursing station. It's so dark that you have to squint to see in the darkness. As much as you want to change the setting to make it a little brighter for you to see in the dark, where's the fun in that?

"It's okay! I can do this! Everything will be okay, and nothing will happen!" You try to give yourself a pep talk, having Grace walk to the nursing station with a tiny lighter in her hand, illuminating her path. Just as Grace approaches the door, a cut scene is triggered, and an infected corpse falls through the door, scaring both you and Grace.

Grace leans down and touches the corpse's neck. "He's dead." Grace states the obvious.

"I would hope so." You mutter, mentally preparing for what's to come.

After Grace moves the man's head, a large hand emerges from the darkness and grabs the infected corpse. Grace lets out a choked gasp, watching in horror as the grotesque monster brings the dead body up to her mouth and bites off the head.

Its eyes lock on Grace, mouth and teeth stained with blood, and it leans towards Grace. You flinch back from your monitor, questioning your choices on playing the game in the dead of night. After the cut scene ends, you immediately turn around and leave the nursing station with the monster at your (Grace's?) tail.

"Come on, come on, come on! Can you please run any faster, Grace?" You panic, shaking your legs as you run to the nearest room that has lights. When you successfully run to Room 203, you turn around to see the grotesque monster at the entrance of the room.

The monster steps into the room, causing Grace to fearfully yell out, "Don't come any closer!"

The monster's gray skin starts sizzling and burning from the lights in the room. It shrieks and steps outside the room. You and Grace watch the monster climb up a hole in the ceiling, leaving Grace alone at last. Just when you thought you were safe, the lights in the room went out, sending chills and shivers down your spine.

You run out of the room, heart pounding against your chest. After you make it back to the nursing station, you grab the med injector and start searching for the screwdriver for the fuse box. You can hear blood pounding in your ears, listening to Grace's shaky breath.

You search around the room and eventually have to move the cart. But before you do that, you move it slightly and open the locker to see a green herb.

"This could be useful," Grace mutters, grabbing it.

You climb onto the cart, grabbing the antique coin from the top of the locker before getting off. You grab the cart and start pushing towards the shelf where you spotted a red toolbox perched on top. Just as you're halfway to the shelf, a metal tray slides off the cart and clatters loudly to the ground, causing you and Grace to freeze momentarily.

You hear chains and shackles dragging on the floor, followed by heavy footsteps that are heading towards the nursing station where Grace is. Out of sheer panic, you grab the cart and move it closer to the shelf, ignoring the other items falling off and crashing to the ground.

You catch a glimpse of the creature through the window, slamming her hand against the glass while walking towards the nursing station. At this point, your heart is in your throat, and you're close to pausing the game and ending it there for the night, but the issue is that you still need to save the game, and if you don't, you have to redo where it last auto-saved.

Once the cart is close enough to the shelf, you climb onto it and grab the red toolbox, unlatching it and taking out the screwdriver. You sigh in relief, hopping off the cart and running to the nearest hiding spot. You extinguish the flames of Grace's lighter, staring at the door while listening to the monster getting closer to where you're having Grace hide.

The monster's hand suddenly appears, grabbing onto the doorframe before walking into the room. It sniffs the air, walking further into the room and looking around. It gets close to where the cart is and lets out a frenzied growl, swiping at the cart, causing it to fly to the desk. Grace whimpers.

You take it as a sign to start running. Before the mutated creature can turn and look in your and Grace's direction, you have Grace leave the hiding spot and start sprinting in the darkness. Since the creature turned the lights off in Room 203, you start running to the room where the typewriter sits. Before you pass the nursing station, the door bursts open, and the monster appears.

You briefly pause the game, staring at the menu in horror. Your heart is thudding painfully against your chest as you try to calm down. You lean back in your seat, heavily debating if you should just stop there.

"But I made so much progress. I have the screwdriver. I just need to find a way to get Grace to go around the monster, run to Room 201, get the fuse from the fuse box in that very room, and run to the other fuse box where I got the Cherub Key."

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. God, this is horrifying. Playing the game in first person point of view makes it even scarier than you anticipated. You give yourself a pep talk before unpausing the game. Grace cries out in fear, freezing in fear when the monster fully reveals itself in front of Grace.

You start mashing the buttons, begging for Grace to start moving or else she's dead. "Come on, come on, come on! We gotta go, or else we're next, Grace!"

As if she heard you, Grace turns around and starts running to the other entrance of the nursing station where the two of you came from. Grace hides near the desk in the nursing station, panting as the two of you wait and listen to the monster walk past the nursing station over and over.

"This is horrifying." You mutter, hands trembling on your mouse and keyboard. "Is the empty bottle even going to work in this situation?" You creep towards the door where the monster burst from, trying to see where it is.

You take the empty bottle out of Grace's inventory and aim for the furthest part of the hallway—close to where the plant was knocked over—and toss the bottle. The bottle shatters, grabbing the creature's attention. It shrieks and charges towards where the bottle landed, giving you and Grace a small window to escape your hiding spot.

You have Grace sprint to Room 201 as fast as she could, but it feels like Grace wasn't running at all from first person perspective. It feels more like a power walk rather than Grace running for her life. Halfway down the hallway, you and Grace hear the monster shrieking and charging towards where you're heading.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Grace pushes the door aside and makes it to the room where the typewriter sits. You sigh in relief, blood pounding in your ears. Grace takes a few steps towards where the fuse box is, only for the entire building to shake and the lights to flicker and turn off.

"We need to get that fuse and get the hell out of here as soon as possible," You say, making Grace go to the fuse box inside the closet. You unscrew the fuse box with the screwdriver, and Grace takes out the fuse, triggering a cut scene.

Grace stares at the fuse, "Alright," she mutters. Grace turns around, and just when she can leave the closet, you and Grace hear a faint thud coming above her. Grace gasps and looks up at the gaping hole in the ceiling of the closet in horror.

Grace takes a step back, eyes still locked on the hole. "Oh my god," Grace whispers.

The monster starts climbing into the room where Grace is, causing Grace to gasp and start panicking. The cut scene suddenly ends, and now you find yourself forcing Grace to turn around and make a run for it to the fuse box where the Cherub Key was located.

The lights shatter, and the building rumbles as Grace runs through the dark hallways of Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center. When you press 'F' at the fuse box, a cut scene is triggered, showing Grace shoving the fuse into the fuse box, pressing the button, and quickly looking back as the security gate slowly pulls up.

You watch Grace drop to the ground and quickly crawl underneath the moving gate. "Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!" Grace pleads as she crawls through the gate, and the monster appears where Grace came from. You collapse in your seat, sighing in relief, happy that you have gotten through the first (among many) difficult parts of the game.

The monitor goes black before switching to another cut scene—but it starts with showing Leon's Porsche driving through the gate of Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center and to the front. Leon exits the car, and you gasp in awe, completely enamored by the mere sight of Leon S. Kennedy.

"God, he looks so good." You whisper breathlessly as you watch him walk to the door of the facility after closing the car door. "Why can't you be real?" You lament, resting your chin on your knees as you continue watching the cut scene unfold.

Leon stands in the central hall, his eyes scanning his surroundings. It's quiet, too quiet. But despite how quiet it is in the facility, Leon still hears the same voice he heard earlier near the crime scene he left before arriving at the sanatorium. Maybe he's going crazy, and the side effects of the T-virus are starting to get to him.

You watch the nurse appear behind Leon, calling out to him and informing him that Dr. Gideon was expecting him.

"Funny. I don't remember getting an invitation," Leon's sarcastic response makes you snort, shaking your head. Leon hears the faint snort, the corners of his lips barely curving up into a smile.

The nurse continues speaking to Leon, telling him that Dr. Gideon is waiting for him. Leon soon follows after the nurse as she guides him to who knows where. The cut scene continues a little longer, only for the nurse to lead Leon to the rehabilitation ward. The door closes behind Leon, making him turn around. Then the cut scene ends there, and now you're in control of Leon.

You don't move Leon, watching him on the screen and admiring his design. God, the developers at Capcom really went all out for Leon. You spin the camera around, continuing to admire him. Leon looks around the facility, wondering why he couldn't move despite trying to. It's like he's locked in place until someone commands him to move. The nurse is waiting at the end of the hallway, waiting for him to follow.

"Okay, I need to get moving and stop getting easily distracted by Leon," You say to yourself, finally controlling Leon's movements and proceeding to follow the nurse as Leon.

The nurse explains about the facility and what they do at the sanatorium as both Leon and the nurse continue walking down the hall. Leon has no idea where the nurse is leading him, and neither do you, but judging by the map, it's probably to your (mainly Leon's) doom.

"The facility keeps a low profile due to the sensitive nature of the research," The nurse says, walking to the rehabilitation center of the facility.

"Oh, I bet it does," Leon replies, as he follows the nurse throughout the facility.

You hum, eyebrows furrowing at the conversation between Leon and the nurse of the strange facility. "That's something someone suspicious would say," You mutter, face scrunching up. You're so glad that you haven't dealt with any horrors as Leon just yet. "You have a mutated monster stomping around your facility right now, too."

Leon raises his eyebrows at your comment, still questioning if he's going crazy. Leon glances around, then at the nurse, but she doesn't seem to notice anything strange—or hear a woman's voice for that matter—and continues making her way to the room at the end of the rehabilitation ward. Once Leon gets closer to the room and the nurse, a new cut scene starts for you.

You yawn, stretching in your seat, watching the nurse leave Leon alone in the room and closing the door behind her as she leaves. The camera zooms in on Leon, making your face scrunch up.

"God, this Dr. Gideon guy is way more obsessed with Leon than I am," You comment, watching Leon peek at every little thing in the room.

Leon raises his eyebrows at your comment. "Almost as you are? What do you mean by that?" Leon wants to ask. Instead, Leon chooses to stay silent, as saying things out loud would earn weird looks from whoever passes by the room he's in, or could land him in this exact facility.

Little did you know, Leon's searching around for where the voice is coming from. The woman's voice is loud and clear to him, and yet he sees no one. He's alone in this room, but he's been hearing voices in his head every now and then. The voice comes and goes, gushing over him and his skills; other times, the same voice would chime in after someone—who's conversing with Leon—says something.

Leon rests against the desk, reaching for the photograph of Victor Gideon and his medical team that runs the facility. Leon subconsciously furrows his eyebrows as he scrutinizes the image in his hand before setting it back down where he found it. Leon checks the time on his watch, his expensive watch appearing on your monitor.

"That looks expensive, but I shouldn't be surprised. You drive a Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT—that's probably the most expensive thing I've seen you own." You comment, watching the time tick away on Leon's watch.

Much to your disappointment, the cut scene soon comes to an end after the nurse is killed by the chainsaw-wielding doctor. You're soon in control of Leon again and have to kill every infected person in the surrounding area with a chainsaw, which you're not a fan of.

"This thing is a bit hard to wield around. It kind of slows me down, and after Leon plunges the chainsaw into a zombie, I would need to retrieve it again from said zombie…" You sigh, shaking your head. "Oh, shit." The chainsaw drops to the ground and starts spinning out of control.

You force Leon out of the way, trying to avoid getting hit by the out-of-control chainsaw. A zombie nurse charges at Leon with her arms outstretched, trying to grab him. You try shooting the nurse with the requiem gun, but miss.

"Fuck. My aim is atrocious. I am so sorry, Leon. You're supposed to be cool, but I'm making you look like an amateur loser." You frown.

Leon frowns. "Amateur loser? Who are you calling an amateur loser?" Leon mouths to himself, continuing to aim his gun at the infected nurse.

You try shooting the nurse as she gets closer to Leon, but before you can shoot, the nurse lunges at Leon. You let out a choked gasp, assuming Leon is done for, but he ducks underneath the nurse's grasp and shoots her at the back of the head, blood spewing all over the place when her head explodes.

"Whoa!" You gasp, eyes wide in awe. "How did you do that?!" You exclaim, pausing briefly to look at what buttons you've pressed, but you're too busy mashing different buttons to know the actual controls of the dodge he just did.

You unpause the game. "Leon, can you do that again?" You ask yourself, shooting every zombie that's charging at Leon at full speed. How the hell did you do that again? You really need to know what the controls are, or else you won't be able to pull that cool move ever again.

As more zombies emerge from the other rooms in the rehabilitation ward, you shoot every zombie in the head successfully despite having bad aim. An infected doctor lunges at Leon, causing you to panic momentarily, miss your shot, and giving the zombie an opportunity to grab onto Leon and bite down on his shoulders.

"Ah, fuck! I'm so sorry, Leon!"

Leon cries out in pain as he thrashes around, trying to get the zombie to release. You press on your mouse frantically, watching Leon's health bar rapidly deplete at a dangerous pace, the longer the zombie bites down on Leon's shoulders. Leon reaches for his hatchet and attacks the zombie, causing it to back away.

"I really need to learn how to properly parry and aim." You grumble, aiming Leon's requiem gun at the zombie and shoot, only to miss again. "Man, I'm making Leon look uncool, what the fuck."

The zombie lunges at Leon again, and before you can panic, Leon dodges under the zombie's arm and shoots it at the back of its head. The adrenaline dies down, and Leon is left alone in the rehabilitation ward, surrounded by headless zombies.

The only sounds you hear are the sounds of the chainsaw and Leon's heavy breathing, his health bar yellow rather than green. Before escaping the ward, you have Leon search around the room for a healing item. You could use the green herb in your inventory, but it's not enough to fully heal Leon.

"It's okay, Leon! You're going to be okay! You're not going to die under my watch, no matter how bad I am with aiming and parrying." You reassure the DSO agent, picking up the mixed herbs from the glass cabinet that Leon broke. After picking up the mixed herbs, you immediately use them, watching Leon's health bar slightly go up.

You continue playing the game until almost four in the morning, only having to end your gameplay after Leon's cut scene with Victor Gideon after your Mom peeks into your room, scaring the shit out of you.

"Why are you still awake?!" Your Mom asks, staring at you in horror.

You point at your monitor, a cut scene of Leon tied up to a chair playing on your screen. Your Mom peeks at your computer and sighs, shaking her head before leaving your room, muttering under her breath about how you need to stop staying up so late.

You turn back to your monitor, taking multiple screenshots of Leon tied to the chair while Victor Gideon is almost sweet-talking to the DSO agent. You stare at Leon in awe, mouth agape. The side view of Leon on? Whew! His biceps are looking extra delicious.

You bite your bottom lip. "God, I would love to sink my teeth into those biceps of his." You lean back in your seat, groaning. "The ladies at Capcom did a fantastic job at designing Leon."

You watch Victor Gideon touch Leon, almost oh-so intimately. The way his gray fingers brush the strands of Leon's brown and silver hair. Ugh. You're so envious of Victor's privilege to even be in the presence of Leon Kennedy. You make sure to take multiple screenshots of Leon—frame by frame.

Leon can hear the camera shutters, raising an eyebrow. It's strange how Victor Gideon is touching him, and yet this voice in his head is swooning over him being tied up and touched by the former T-Virus researcher. Of course, he doesn't hear you mention a single thing about Victor, only about wanting to sink your teeth into his (your words, not his) beefy biceps.

"I don't like how he's touching you, Leon. He's practically fondling you." You grumble. "I should be the one to do that, not him. Just like how I should be the one to lunge at you and sink my teeth into your biceps, not those greedy zombies."

The camera cuts to Leon looking down while Victor Gideon softly says, "Are the answers to your disease here?" after pulling down Leon's shirt collar. Victor leans down, his face not far from Leon's. "Yes…." Victor whispers.

Leon flinches, his face pinching up with disgust. "You know, I do have a question," Leon says, looking at Victor, deadpanned. "When was the last time you brushed your teeth?"

Leon hears immediate laughter coming from you after asking. Leon's tempted to laugh as well, but because of the predicament he's in, he doesn't smile. The smile on Victor's face slips off, and he backs away from Leon and takes a few steps in front of Leon.

Mechanical whirring can be heard from Leon's end as Victor stares at him, zooming in on his face and his eyes. You take a quick screenshot, thanking Victor for being oddly meticulous when it comes to Leon. If it weren't for Victor, you wouldn't have a lot of screenshots of Leon added to your new collection.

The cut scene soon ends with you taking over fifty screenshots (you're pressing down on the screenshot button, taking screenshots of every frame), and you find yourself back in control of Leon. You frown, letting out a wistful sigh. "I'm going to need to find a stopping point and go to bed. Let's trigger an auto save somewhere, and I'll continue when I wake up." You say to yourself.

You make it to where Leon needs to go and stop in front of a metal cabinet storage that's blocking a doorway. You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, approaching said cabinet storage with a cheeky smile. Oh, you are going to enjoy this!

You press 'F,' and Leon starts lifting the cabinet to move it out of the way, his biceps and back muscles flexing as he lets out a grunt. Before Leon successfully moves the cabinet out of the way, you suddenly release the 'F' key.

"Oh, fuck, my hands slipped." You say to no one.

It's a good thing Leon's back is facing your monitor because if it were facing his direction, you would've seen an eye roll from him along with a shy smile. Leon knows what you're doing; he's not stupid. You press the 'F' key again, watching Leon lift the cabinet, his biceps flexing underneath that tight shirt of his. Again, before Leon can fully move the obstacle out of the way, you release the keys.

You huff. "Man, my keyboard is messed up. I really need to get a new one because for some reason, it's not lasting long," You say with a shit-eating grin on your face. "I have a bad feeling that this keyboard is going to give me… issues the longer I play this game with a broken keyboard."

"Oh, yeah?" Leon mutters, shaking his head with a small smirk, his shoulders shaking from his quiet laughter. He can get used to hearing your commentary while he's handling the shit show that's happening at Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center.

Finally, after some time, you finally have Leon move the metal cabinet, relishing in the sight of his muscles flexing underneath his shirt, and the sound of his grunts as he does so. Leon S. Kennedy, the man that you are! The autosave button appears in the top left corner of the screen, signaling you to go to bed.

With a heavy heart, you bid Leon goodnight—as if he could hear you—before pausing and exiting the game. You plop onto your bed after the game closes and roll on your bed, eyelids feeling heavy after staring at your monitor for who knows how long. You close your eyes and drift into a dreamless sleep.

A few hours into your sleep, you wake up to the feeling of your bedroom shaking, forcing yourself to crack your eyes open briefly and stare up at the ceiling, still groggy from your slumber. You rub your eyes, mumbling to yourself, and turn over on your right side before going back to sleep. Earthquakes are common, so waking up to one isn't out of the ordinary. Nothing seems out of the norm, but little did you know, this isn't any other earthquake you've dealt with in the past.

That is, until you wake up to someone shaking you nonstop. "Hey, can you hear me? Wake up!" The voice says as the shaking continues.

You groan, trying to turn over and ignore whoever is shaking you. "Not now." You mumble, eyebrows furrowing.

Whoever is shaking you is very persistent, as they continue to do something to try to rouse you from your sleep. The person starts lightly patting your cheek, muttering about how you need to wake up and stop ignoring them. You finally crack your eyes open after a while, vision blurry from your sleep. A blurry face is hovering above yours, but as your vision gradually clears up, your heart nearly falls into your ass.

"Leon?" You whisper in disbelief, mind still foggy from your sleep.

Leon chuckles, sighing in relief. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Good to see those eyes of yours," Leon says, his eyes scanning the littlest details on your face. "I was worried you weren't going to wake up, but it seems like you're not a morning person, huh."

You don't respond to Leon as you slowly reach up and cup his face with both your hands, still trying to comprehend what's happening. Surely this is a dream, right? You did play Resident Evil Requiem for hours before going to bed, and Leon's the last thing you were thinking about before drifting to sleep.

"This is the most vivid dream I have ever had," You mutter, still holding Leon's face in your hands. "Man, it's going to be so disappointing when I wake up."

Leon stares down at you, confused. "What are you talking about?"

You shake your head, head falling to the side before sighing sadly. "This is the best dream I've ever had, and yet I'm going to get a rude awakening very soon once this ends." You lament.

"Aw, man. I think you hit your head pretty hard when you fell," Leon mutters, feeling around your head for a possible concussion.

You blink at Leon. "Of course, I fell for you. Who wouldn't fall for you?"

Leon shakes his head, the corner of his lips curling up. Despite everything, you still manage to be a sweet talker, much to Leon's amusement. Then again, you do think that this is all a dream. Leon's fingers brush a certain area on your head, earning a hiss from you. "I can feel a goose egg forming."

Now that your mind clears up and you're more awake than you were, you come to the realization that Leon is cradling you in his arms—his beefy arms. Wait, that means that his bicep is your pillow. You rub your eyes again, sitting up and looking around to see that you're not in your room. This dream is a bit too realistic for your liking, because why are you in the attic of Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center?

Panic hits you like a train. Your head snaps towards Leon's direction. "This is a dream, right? I'm still asleep in my bed, right?" You start pinching yourself, but nothing is happening. "Oh, my god. This can't be real. This has to be a dream."

Leon doesn't say anything. Instead, he continues to stare at you, taking in every detail of your face, your hair, and your clothes. The longer Leon listens to you ramble, the more he realizes something.

His eyes light up. "You're the voice I've been hearing," Leon says, his arm still holding you up.

His comment makes you go silent. "Pardon?" You press your lips into a thin line. "What do you mean?"

Leon's lips curl up into a smile, shaking his head. "I don't think now is a good time to tell you when you're having an inner turmoil."

Maybe a hug will help you calm down a little, but given the things he heard you say a few hours before your arrival, it probably won't help. But it won't hurt to try, right? Leon pulls you into his arms, hugging you. Your cheek is cushioned against his chest, his beefy arms around your torso, and his chin is resting atop your head.

You wrap your arms around Leon's neck, feeling yourself melting in his arms. God, it feels so nice to hug him. You can't describe what it's like to hug Leon, but you can live in his arms if it's possible. You and Leon sit like that for a while. It doesn't feel weird or uncomfortable to be hugging someone you don't know—a fictional one, to be specific.

It's comforting and gives you a small window to collect your thoughts. You went to bed, but woke up to an earthquake before falling back asleep. Then you're roused from your sleep by Leon, who claimed that you hit your head when you fell. This is all so strange.

"How the hell did I get isekai'd into Resident Evil Requiem? I didn't get hit by a truck." You mutter to yourself, but it's loud enough for Leon to hear.

Leon raises his eyebrows, leaning down to look at your face from the side. "What does 'isekai' mean? And what do you mean by getting hit by a truck?" God, the creases between his eyebrows are so cute. You'd love to smooth the wrinkles over with your fingers.

"I will explain that to you after you tell me what you meant by 'you're the voice I've been hearing,'" You reply, looking up at him.

Leon stares at you for a moment, chuckling to himself. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you what I meant when I said that," Leon caves in.

Leon's not sure if he should look forward to your reaction after he explains everything to you. But hey, you did say that you want him to explain what he meant by what he said, so who is he to deny you? As Leon explains everything, he watches your reaction and body language closely.

The way your face fell was both comical and endearing because now you're covering your face out of sheer embarrassment, but you didn't cover your ears, letting him know that you're still listening despite your reaction. By the time Leon is done explaining, he has a wide smile on his face, the crow's feet at the corner of his eyes becoming noticeable.

You take a deep breath, trying not to have a mental breakdown after hearing Leon's explanation. "You heard everything." You say. Suddenly, you feel faint, but you can't faint in front of Leon. You can't embarrass yourself in front of Leon for the umpteenth time in a row.

Leon nods, still smiling. "That is correct."

"My cursing whenever you get bitten by a zombie."

"You curse like a sailor, but also like a child who was granted permission to curse by her parents." He replies.

You immediately protest. "What! No, I don't!" Do you? Man, this just keeps getting worse and worse for you. "… You also heard my thirst over your…"

"Beefy biceps, me using my hatchet to crack open a warped door, and you claiming that your keyboard is broken when I need to move the fallen metal cabinet in front of a doorway. I can go on, but I'm afraid that you'll have a heart attack if I continue." Leon says.

You hug your knees to your chest. At this point, you're more likely to die from embarrassment than from a zombie bite. You didn't know that Leon can hear everything you say! Does that mean Grace and Victor hear the things you say, too?

You peek at Leon, "Please tell me that no one else hears the things I say." You whisper.

Leon gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You don't need to worry about that. As far as I know, I was the only person who heard your voice. It doesn't seem like Victor heard your voice, and as for that FBI agent—Grace Ashcroft, I'm not entirely sure."

After Leon's explanation, you choose to stay quiet. There's no need for you to embarrass yourself again in front of Leon, right? Leon checks his watch, and when he looks up, you're staring at him with stars in your eyes. Leon is even more beautiful in person. His hair looks so soft and healthy for someone who bleaches his hair often. God, the stubble… You love the scratchiness of it when you cupped his face in your hands.

Leon doesn't say anything; instead, he lets you do what makes you happy and stay sane. His eyes are blue, but they're not nearly as blue as it was when he was in his early twenties. Maybe they're still the same blue, but you would need to get a closer look at it—if he catches your drift.

"I love how you kept your signature hairstyle after all these years…" You murmur, leaning side to side as your eyes continue taking in every detail of him.

"Now it's your turn to explain to me what 'isekai' means," Leon comments, crossing his arms over his chest.

You quickly glance at Leon's bulging biceps before looking back at him innocently. His biceps looked at you first, so it's only fair for you to look at them in return. "Where do I start…" You trail off, tapping on your chin.

So you start explaining to Leon what isekai means, giving him a rundown on it, its origins, and how there's a handful of animated shows (specifically anime) that have this concept. Leon is intrigued, but also confused. The look of confusion on Leon's handsome face is cute. His eyebrows are furrowing, his head tilting to the side while not taking his eyes off of you for one bit.

You subconsciously reach forward and gently press on the space between his eyebrows, smoothing the creases between his brows. Man, even Leon has soft skin for someone who goes through hell. You meet Leon's eyes, causing you to quickly retract your hand before apologizing sheepishly.

"After explaining to me what 'isekai' meant, it makes sense. Is there a way for you to return to your world?" Leon asks.

You frown dramatically. "Aw, you want to return me to sender already? I'm hurt." You joke, clutching your chest playfully. "I thought you would enjoy my company after going through the horrors of having to deal with Victor Gideon caressing you lovingly."

You turn around and face the wall, pretending to be offended by what he asked. Leon shudders at the memory of Victor's fingers brushing through his hair, fingers ghosting over the dark blotches on his neck after lowering the collar of his shirt. That is not a pleasant memory, and he certainly wishes he could erase it.

"Your presence is a breath of fresh air. I'm merely asking because I don't think you would want to stay and deal with what's waiting for us," Leon replies, reaching forward and grabbing your forearm and turning you around to face him.

You can just melt in his arms right now. You've imagined this very moment, but in a different scenario. Leon Kennedy grabs your arm to stop you from leaving, gazing at you with those dazzling blue eyes of his, his eyebrows knitting together as he pleads for you not to leave. And the way he says it? It'll be soft, making you weak at the knees.

"By the way, you never introduced yourself. You know my name, but I don't know yours." Leon adds, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes widen. "Oh, crap! You're right! How could I forget?" You smack your forehead before introducing yourself to Leon. After telling Leon your first and last name, Leon stares at you while muttering your full name to himself. Heat rushes to your face the longer he does it.

After what feels like forever, Leon smiles and nods. "Your name suits you. I like it. Your parents must've put a lot of thought and love into naming you."

You stare at Leon, mouth agape. Why did he have to say that? Leon raises an eyebrow at you, smiling in amusement. Without saying anything, you cover your face with both hands as heat continues rushing to your face. This man can effortlessly make you blush like a schoolgirl.

You groan behind your hands. "What are you doing to me?! It's not fair. You know you have this effect on me! Damn you, Leon Scott Kennedy!" You whine.

If only you could evaporate right now. Maybe Leon was up to something when he asked if there was a way for you to return to your world, because how much longer can you handle being in the presence of Leon S. Kennedy? The only thing you hear is laughter coming from Leon—his laugh is soft, very gentle. You peek between your fingers to see him shaking his head, a wide smile on his face as he gazes at the wooden floor.

Realization hits you. You're so fucked. There's not a single man in your life—real and fictional—who has made you feel this way before. Until Leon S. Kennedy happened. You love every version of Leon, but there's something about forty-nine-year-old Leon Kennedy. Aside from his looks, there's something that makes you feel so warm and gooey inside when he shows up on your screen.

You look at an imaginary camera, hands falling on your lap before sighing. "I'm so fucked." You whisper, shaking your head in disbelief. "Okay, let's kill some zombies and get the hell out of here."

You push yourself off the ground, feeling around for the so-called goose egg Leon felt on your head, while Leon gets off the ground and brushes the dust off his ass. Leon grabs your wrist, preventing you from finding this goose egg. You look at Leon, frowning.

He wags his pointer finger at you, shaking his head. "Don't search for it."

"Fine." You mumble, lowering your arm, but Leon doesn't let go of your wrist.

You blink at him, looking back and forth from your hands to Leon's face. Leon doesn't say anything and starts looking for an exit with you in tow, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. You will take that as a win because Leon is holding your hand, kind of! You peek at Leon and wiggle your wrist to hold his hand.

You and Leon soon come across the familiar metal cabinet that's blocking the entrance. Your heart nearly sinks into the pit of your stomach when you realize what you're about to face soon. This is strange; you could've sworn that you moved the cabinet before ending the game right there.

"Step back. I don't want you to get hurt." Leon says, gently nudging you to the side, and starts lifting the cabinet.

You press your lips into a thin line and cover your mouth, watching his back muscles and biceps flex under the fabric of his shirt. Leon grunts and starts lifting the metal cabinet. You bite your lower lip, enticed by what you're seeing and hearing.

After a few minutes, Leon successfully moves the cabinet out of the way. He fixes his shirt before pulling out his gun from the holster. Leon turns to you to see you staring at him in a daze, earning an eyebrow raise and smirk from him. You quickly snap out of it, acting like you weren't ogling him just now.

"So, do I follow you into that room or do I wait out here until you finish your, uh, duty?" You ask, rubbing the back of your neck.

You don't know how much has changed since your sudden arrival in this universe, but you're hoping it's not much change, but who knows?

Leon holds his hand out and gestures for you to follow him. "I'm not leaving you behind, are you crazy?"

"For you? Yes." Is your automatic response. You slap your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. "I mean, let's go and get this over with!" You say, grabbing his hand and walking through the entrance with Leon in tow.

You're always amazed by your ability to humiliate yourself. This has got to be a new record for you. Once you and Leon step through that door, everything shifts. The atmosphere, the mood, the air, and the sound. You hear squelching coming from the other side of the room.

Think of someone chewing with their mouth open, but multiply that by a thousand. That's how loud it is in person. The squelching is accompanied by deep rumbles. You and Leon trade looks with each other before slowly making your way through the room, making sure Leon picks up ammo for his guns.

Leon stops in his tracks, holding his arm out in front of you before looking over his shoulder at you. "You're going to have to trust me on this, alright?" Leon murmurs.

You look at him, confused. "What are you planning? Should I be worried?" You whisper.

Leon doesn't respond and continues walking towards where the disturbing sound is coming from. You swallow the lump in your throat when you eye the grotesque creature towering over a dead body, feasting on its rotting flesh. The smell is rancid, making your stomach churn.

You grip the back of Leon's shirt, lightly tugging it. "How can you handle a smell like that when you're dealing with these things?" You mutter to him, tempted to bury your face into his back to block out the smell of decomposition and blood.

"When you're constantly out on the field dealing with these things, you'd get used to it."

You raise an eyebrow at his response. "But you recoiled when you caught a whiff of Victor's breath." You point out.

Leon snorts. "Smelling rotting flesh and bad breath are two different things. Besides, who knows how long it's been since he has brushed his teeth?"

"Can't argue with that."

You continue following Leon around the room while he collects ammo for his guns, occasionally peeking from behind him to get a look at the mutated being. For something that large, you're shocked that it hasn't heard you and Leon walking around the vicinity.

"Do you trust me?" Leon asks suddenly, turning towards you.

You falter. "Uh, yes, I do trust you—even though we met not long ago. I'm surprised you trust me despite the things I put you through." You refer to your failed aiming and parrying before you were isekai'd into Resident Evil Requiem.

Leon chuckles, shaking his head. "Of course, I trust you. You're the only one who kept me sane at the start of this shit show." Leon replies.

Leon turns around and aims his gun at the ravenous, mutated creature and shoots it in the head with his shotgun. You flinch at the sound, gripping his shirt hard as you watch the creature stop munching on the corpse and turn towards your and Leon's direction.

Fueled by rage and anger, the chunky zombie roars. "Food! Food! Food!" He growls, getting ready to charge towards you and Leon.

"Hope I'm not next," Leon mutters.

Before you can say anything, Leon quickly turns around, grabs you by the waist, and tosses you over his shoulders before making a run for it. Upside down, you wrap your arms around his waist, whimpering as the monster gets closer to you and Leon. You certainly didn't sign up for this when you got isekai'd, but hey, you didn't sign up to be isekai'd in general!

"Leon! He's getting closer!" You whimper, patting his lower back.

Leon loads his shotgun, making sharp turns to avoid getting grabbed by the ravenous creature. Leon picks up a med injector from a wall that was broken by the monster, along with the shotgun shells and handgun ammo. Leon quickly grabs onto the ladder and climbs up. You nearly flip over if it weren't for Leon's quick reflexes and your iron grip around his waist.

"Are you sure I'm not getting in the way?" You ask, lifting your head to look at Leon. "I feel like I'm adding more weight on you. Metaphorically and literally."

Leon pats the back of your thighs. "You're fine, you're not getting in the way or adding weight on me," Leon reassures you.

Leon quickly puts you down on the platform, fixes his gear, and gestures for you to get on his shoulders by squatting in front of you. You climb over Leon, stomach resting on his shoulders, while your arms are wrapped around his waist. Leon wraps one arm over the back of your thighs, checking to see where the mutated monster is.

On cue, the chunky mutated monster, which you found out is named Timothy from the note Leon read to you, appears at the bottom of the platform. Timothy growls and tries reaching for you and Leon, but Leon shoots him in the face with his shotgun, but Timothy's not phased by it.

Timothy starts climbing up the platform, causing you to involuntarily flinch. "Leon…" You plead, patting Leon's thighs. "We need to move, or else we will be on Timothy's menu!"

Leon tightens his grip on your legs. "Brace yourself."

Before you can process what Leon's doing, you suddenly feel airborne. Your heart is in your throat as you cling to Leon for dear life. Leon lands on the ground with a grunt and shoots Timothy a few more times before making a run for it, loading his shotgun.

The chase lasted five more minutes because Timothy was very motivated to get both you and Leon. Finally, Timothy stops, and blood starts spewing out of the holes and gashes on his body that he received from the shotgun shells and Leon's hatchet.

While Timothy is gushing all over the place, Leon walks to the other end of the room to collect extra items that are lying around before putting you back on the ground once Timothy explodes. You brush off your clothes and turn to Leon, propping your hands on your hips and watching him reload his shotgun before switching to his other handgun.

"You know, when I said that I wanted to be manhandled by you, this isn't what I imagined." You comment.

Leon shakes his head, chuckling. "Don't worry, there will be plenty of time for that. Come on, let's get out of here." Leon gestures for you to follow him as he walks towards the door where the rotting corpse—Timothy's final meal—is lying.

You stare at Leon, mouth agape. What does he mean by that?! Wait, Leon is probably implying other boss fights that are waiting for both you and Leon. You really need to get your head out of the gutter. You follow behind Leon, shuddering when you step in the pool of blood that was once Timothy.

Leon grabs the hand grenade from the puddle of blood and continues walking to the exit. Finally, you and Leon will get to leave this place and face more horrors waiting for both of you. Leon unlatches the door and pushes it open, occasionally looking over his shoulder to make sure you're still following him.

You and Leon come across a wooden closet with a warped door. Leon walks to it, grabs his hatchet, lodges it between the doors, and starts prying them open. You bite your bottom lip, watching his biceps flex as he tries to open it. Once the door bursts open and Leon grabs whatever is inside, you look away, trying to act like you weren't drooling over him.

"Ready to go?" Leon asks, turning to you as he puts the mod on his handgun.

You nod, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yeah! Are you ready to go?" You ask, looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

"Of course, I am. I'm always ready." Leon says softly, walking past you while gently nudging you to follow him by patting your lower back.

You bite the inside of your cheek, screaming internally. You really need to get yourself together because you're acting like a cat in heat. Leon pushes the red button, and the attic opens; the metal ladder slides down, and Leon starts climbing down.

Once Leon gets off the ladder, you start climbing down, shuddering when you see the amount of blood in the office. The whole time while you're climbing down the ladder, Leon's keeping an eye out while holding out his hands to catch you just in case you slip. You step into the puddle of infected blood, groaning with disgust.

"You'd get used to it," Leon says. "Come on, we need to find Victor Gideon's office."

You follow Leon out of the Chairman's office, on edge about whether zombies are roaming around or not. You don't think there's any zombies roaming around cause you killed most of them when you were playing as Grace. You come across another warped closet outside of the Chairman's office, and you sit back and watch Leon do his thing.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Leon asks, turning to you after taking the handgun ammo and shotgun shells.

You look at Leon, flabbergasted. "Wha—is a lady not allowed to admire a total eye candy in front of her?" You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "I have had enough of your teasing! Let's find Victor's office." You stick your nose in the air and walk towards the bar and lounge room.

Leon pinches the bridge of his nose, chuckling. "You truly do make this more entertaining than it should be."

The minute you walk into the bar and lounge room, a zombie in a white button-up starts contorting violently while screaming in agony. You walk backwards frantically, bumping into Leon as the zombie gets off the ground and his head morphs into something more horrifying.

"This place is infested," Leon mutters, shaking his head, and aims his gun at the blister head that's running towards both of you. Leon shoots, and the bullet penetrates the zombie's head, causing it to burst, and blood spews everywhere like a water fountain.

You sigh, turning to Leon. "Can you teach me how to shoot one day? You know, in case I have to fight for both of us."

Leon chuckles, shaking his head. "Of course. I can show you when we come across another zombie."

You and Leon continue searching for Victor's office. Instead of having you walk behind or in front of him, Leon makes sure you're by his side at all times because you'd never know when a zombie will sneak up from behind or jump out of nowhere.

As you're both walking up the stairs to the third floor of the sanatorium, you and Leon hear a faint beeping and gurgling from a zombie. Leon hands you his handgun and gestures for you to follow him quietly. Once the zombie is in your and Leon's line of sight, Leon quickly adjusts the gun in your hand, angling your arms a certain way.

"Make sure to have a firm grasp on the gun so it doesn't recoil and hit you in the face," Leon murmurs, his chest pressing up against your back. "Okay, now, you can either shoot the zombie or the red propane tank. I would go for the explosive canister because it's quicker, and who knows how many shots it'll take to kill the zombie."

Taking Leon's advice, you point the handgun towards the red gas tank and shoot. The red canister in the zombie's hand explodes, taking the zombie out with it. You tilt your head up and see Leon's smile as you lower the gun.

Leon pats your shoulders, "Not bad."

"But not good either." You pout dramatically. "Okay, let's go kick Victor Gideon's ass, Leon!" You grab his wrist and drag him up the stairs to another warped door—much to your delight.

Leon shakes his head as he pulls out his hatchet and starts prying the doors open. Once Leon successfully opens the door, you and Leon enter the room and look around to see many bodies with no heads. You immediately latch yourself against Leon, trembling as Leon picks up the paper on the ground.

"Burst their heads if you want to survive."

On cue, you and Leon hear the familiar screams of agony close to the entrance where you and Leon came. This is not what you expected when you got isekai'd into Resident Evil Requiem. Leon shields you from the blister head and starts shooting the head over and over until the zombie finally dies. He leads to the corner of the room where the other zombie lies and takes the shotgun shells and handgun ammo from the vase.

"Do you trust me?" Leon asks, loading his shotgun and handgun.

You nod. "Of course, I do." You answer.

"Good, cause you're going to need to trust me on this." Leon leans down and tosses you over his shoulders just when another blister head bursts through the door to the meeting room.

You squeeze your eyes shut and cling to Leon's torso as he shoots the blister heads and storms the meeting room, where another blister head is getting ready to charge at Leon. This is going to be a long night, and the worst thing is that you're not even sure if you'll return to your world after all this.

Note: I love how in almost every Leon fics I've typed out, I would be kicking my feet and twirling my hair cause I'm having the time of my life typing Leon fics. I completed insanity mode for RE9, and I feel like I've been through hell and back; I finished that game one minute faster than the standard classic mode, somehow. Every time I write a new Leon fic, I replay RE9 because I miss Leon and want to see him tied up. Anyway, to all my new and returning readers, keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3! Edit: Part 2 can be found here → Shameless II Read more of my works on my Grand Masterlist, which contains every masterlist I have created! | Maybe support me by tipping me on Ko-Fi or by reblogging my fanfics! ^^ I will also be posting exclusive fanfics on Ko-Fi as well very soon! I might post all of my stories there, too, but who knows? You can also tip me on Tumblr if you'd like, as a way to show support! ^^ Join the Discord to get future fic updates and connect with other readers, maybe?:) Raccoon City Sanctuary

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Fated Intervention

Pairing: RE9!Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader (ft. Grace Ashcroft and Victor Gideon) Summary: In desperate need of money, you applied to work for Rhodes Hill Care Center as a medical test subject, but before you can do anything further, Leon intervenes. Note: This fic is more reader-focused, and a test to see if I could squeeze in a non-canon character into an already established plot/universe:) I'm actually satisfied with how this turned out, surprisingly enough. I've thought about adding Leon's part towards the end, but that would drag the fic out even more, so I cut it off where it currently is. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo). Warning: Violence, blood, zombies, possible ooc of the characters involved, brief appearance of The Girl, could Victor Gideon be a warning himself? Word Count: 9.2k

Money's getting tight, and so is time. It's been a little over a year since you were laid off from this company you worked for, and now you're left scrambling to find a job for months. The economy has gone to shit—even shittier than it already is—and everyone is struggling just as much as you are. However, you're lucky that your parents allow you to live under their roof completely rent-free, for now.

Day and night, you're sitting at your computer, scrolling through tons of job listings and aimlessly applying without checking whether you are even qualified to work there. Your Mom occasionally peeks into your bedroom, checking to see if you've eaten anything yet.

How can you eat when you're not hearing back from the people who posted the job listing? Watching the number of your "jobs applied" tab increase makes you lose appetite and hope. Noticing the look on your face, your Mom gives you a sympathetic smile.

"It's okay if you can't find a job right now, sweetie. When the time is right, you'll find something. Now, let's go downstairs and get something to eat, yeah?" Your Mom gestures for you to follow her before disappearing from the doorway.

You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, letting her words sink in. Your mom knows how stressful it is to find a job, and she tries her best to reassure you that you will find one in no time and that you shouldn't rush to find one. But how can you not stress out over not being able to find a job? Two master's degrees, a bachelor's, and seven associate's degrees have gone to waste at this point.

"Should I get into the medical field…?" You wonder. "Is it too late?"

Before you can mull over the idea of going into medical school, your Dad knocks on your bedroom door, peeking in. "Your Mom's calling you down for dinner."

You push yourself away from your computer and follow your Dad downstairs to the dining room, where steaming food is waiting for you. Dinner is mostly silent, minus the clinking of cutlery against the ceramic bowls and plates. You can't help but scroll through more job listings on your phone, drowning out the sounds of your parents gossiping about an extended family member.

"And then (Uncle) Anton decided to get a vasectomy. I asked him why his wife couldn't get her tubes tied instead." Your Dad shakes his head, scooping rice into his mouth.

Your Mom shakes her head, sighing. "It's a good thing they're stopping after four children. You would think they learned after six miscarriages, especially when they're so reliant on government assistance."

You shake your head, trying not to let that sidetrack you from what you're doing. So far, you've applied to ten more places, knowing that they're not even going to look at your application. God, this is miserable. You eventually shut your phone off and focus on your food, trying not to ruin the mood now that your parents are discussing your sister becoming a doctor and getting married to some finance bro.

"Why do you look glum?" Your Dad asks, snapping you from your thoughts. "If it's about job searching, you don't need to be sad over it. Times are hard, and you're not the only one struggling to land a job interview. Not only that, but some of these job listings are fake."

"I know, but I really want to get a job so I can help you guys with the bills, and maybe save up money and eventually move out on my own. I'm too old to be living with you guys."

Your Dad scoffs. "Old? Last time I checked, you're still my baby girl. I don't want you moving out until you're married—heck, your future husband can move in with us!"

You rub your temples, chuckling at your Dad's comment. Of course, your parents wouldn't want you to move out.

"Why are you in a rush? You're still young. Life isn't a race. Think of it this way, if you feel like you're behind in this 'race' that is life compared to your peers, then the finish line is death. Remember, death doesn't discriminate, and life isn't a race. Take it slow, and something will come to you eventually."

You know your Dad is trying to put your mind at ease, but the mere thought of not getting a job with numerous degrees under your name is just sad. Sure, it's not your fault—it proves that the job market is broken and everyone is getting fucked over regardless of education and experience. It's all about connections to be able to get a job.

After dinner ended, you retreat to your room and continue where you left off. You have different job listing websites pulled up on two monitors. You're leaning very close to the monitors, searching for a potential new job. That is, if they even look at your resume.

"Data entry clerk, machine operator, quality control technician, front desk receptionist at a dental clinic…" Your eyebrows furrow the more you read on. "An office job, but you also need to interact with customers by going to their house—okay, so, a door-to-door salesperson?"

You apply to most of the jobs you come across—not including the door-to-door salesperson job. You hate applying for jobs because of how long you have to wait to hear a response from them. Heck, some jobs take months to reply to your application, just to reject you, saying they're going to continue with the next candidate who aligns with the company's beliefs and experience.

As time passes by, you eventually take a break from your job search to get ready for bed. You take a long shower, brush your teeth, and do your nightly skincare routine while simultaneously scrolling on your phone, looking for a job.

"I could be a dog and cat sitter…" You trail off, leaning against the sink while the faucet is running in the background.

You finish up your skincare routine and turn the faucet off, returning to your bedroom with your eyes glued to your phone. You shut the door behind you, collapsing onto your queen-sized bed, eyes still glued to your screen. You're mindlessly scrolling through the job postings, only to stop when something catches your eye.

Clinical Trial Participant for Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center. The job listening makes you raise an eyebrow. Regardless of the interesting name for a job position, you click on the job listing and read through it.

"As a Clinical Trial Participant for Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center, you will be working closely with healthcare professionals in medical research that will break through many scientific barriers within the healthcare industry!"

That doesn't sound too bad, but not enough for you to want to apply there. Just as you're about to click away to find another job to apply for, the sentence at the bottom of the listing stops you in your tracks.

You nearly choke on your saliva when you see: "Clinical Trial Participants will be compensated with $250,000 by the end of the research." Two-hundred-fifty-thousand dollars!? That's a lot of money! But it makes sense because it's medical research, and who knows how long this research will drag out for.

The problem is you're looking for a full-time job, not something temporary like being a research participant. You're incredibly hesitant about applying to be a clinical trial participant for the care center, but you're incredibly desperate for money. With that much money, you're set for the next few months or years, depending on what you're putting that money into.

"Fuck it. It's not like they'll see my application among thousands of willing participants." You click on the apply button next to the title of the listing and submit your resume to Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center.

If this helps the facility break through barriers in science and health, then it won't hurt to participate, right? Desperate times call for desperate measures, and you will do anything for a job, even if it's temporary. As long as you're getting paid and helping people—researchers, healthcare professionals—on the side, then it doesn't hurt to try.

"Your application has been submitted to Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center!" Pops up on the screen not long after you click submit. Your heart drums against your chest as you snuggle into your pillow, a million thoughts racing through your head. Even though the possibility of you being chosen to be a clinical trial participant is slim to none, you can't help but get a weird feeling.

If you get rejected or receive no response within a week, then you continue the usual cycle of applying to other jobs. But man, $250,000 is so enticing, and it would be a shame not to be picked for this medical research. Maybe before the research ends, you could ask if there are any job openings at the facility. While you're not a medical professional, it wouldn't hurt to ask to be a receptionist at the care center, right?

Your eyelids soon grow heavy the more you scroll through job listings, forcing you to charge and put your phone down. You roll over on your side, pulling the blanket over your body as the soft LED of your computer lulls you to sleep.

- You hate what job searching has made you become as a person. You're constantly checking your phone and email, hoping to get a response from the jobs you've applied to. It reminds you of how you were when you were still in the dating scene—desperately checking your phone, hoping to get a message before the day or week ends. It's laughable, pathetic, even.

It's late afternoon, you're doing the usual of sitting at your computer and applying for jobs. It's routine at this point—heck, it might as well be your new job since you're doing it every other hour until it's time to go to bed. Your Mom enters your room, watching you stare at the monitor.

"Your father and I will be visiting your sister in California tomorrow morning. Are you sure you'll be able to handle being alone for a week?" Your Mom asks, sitting at the edge of your bed while you're scrolling through job listings on one monitor, while listening to a YouTube video in the background.

"Mom, I'm an adult. I'll be fine, you don't need to worry about me," You mutter, not taking your eyes off the monitor for one second. "Besides, it's not like I'll be leaving the house any time soon."

You click on the "jobs applied" tab, scrolling down to see many pending job applications. Your Mom doesn't say anything before getting up to leave your room, but you paid no mind, as you're too busy staring at the application you sent to Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center.

Still no response from the facility—heck, they didn't even open your application. You eventually close the website tab, increasing the volume of the YouTube video you're playing in the background, hoping it'll drown out the voices in your head. Life's not a race, so why are you in a rush?

You groan, head falling back against the headrest of your chair. "I hate job searching. It's like no one wants to hire anymore! 'No one wants to work anymore,' my ass."

The commentary from the YouTube video gradually becomes fuzzy and incoherent as you space out, staring at the ceiling while contemplating whether it's worth waiting around for a job to fall into your hands. It's been over a year—a year!—since you've been laid off from your job, yet you still can't find a replacement job.

"I need a nap." You huff, leaving your seat to plop on your bed.

A nap can fix everything for the most part. It'll definitely get you to stop worrying temporarily. You put your phone on do not disturb before closing your eyes, waiting for sleep to overcome you.

Sleep took its sweet time to kick in because you were tossing and turning, trying your best not to go on your phone, because that will prevent you from being able to nap. You end up going on YouTube on your phone and click a random sleep aid video, hoping to finally fall asleep.

You stare at the ceiling, listening to the sound of rain coming from the speaker of your phone. You try not to have any thoughts in your head, as it will keep you up for who knows how long. The faint crack of thunder cuts through the pitter-patter of rain, startling you.

"Everything will be okay. It'll work out for me eventually." You whisper, your eyelids becoming heavy with each passing minute. Soon enough, you fall asleep to the sound of rain and thunder.

- You're startled awake by the sound of knocking at your bedroom door. You rub your eyes with your knuckles, grumbling under your breath. Your Mom and Dad peek into your room as you try to sit up, but your body feels so heavy from your interrupted sleep.

"We're getting ready to head to the airport. Are you going to bid us goodbye before we leave?" Your Dad asks.

You blink owlishly. "Huh? Already?" You ask, still trying to process everything. You reach for your phone to check the time, only to see that it's already the next day. "How long was I asleep?"

"You were knocked out when I went to check up on you yesterday. I was going to wake you up for dinner, but you refused to wake up and continue to sleep." Your Mom comments, shaking her head. "Go help your father and me with putting our luggage in the trunk."

You watch your Mom and Dad walk downstairs with their bags. You attempt to rub the sleep from your eyes as you stumble out of bed to help them, making sure to grab your phone in the process. It's five in the morning, and the sun is barely peeking from the horizon. You grab one of the bags waiting at the front door and waddle to their SUV after putting on your sandals.

"Have a safe flight." You mutter, watching your parents stack their luggage and carry-on bags in the trunk. "Are you sure they're going to let you guys bring that many items on the plane?"

Your Mom brushes off your concern. "It's not like it's over the weight limit. Most of these things are for your sister and her fiancé."

Once your parents are satisfied with how their luggage is stacked, your Dad closes the trunk, and they each give you a tight hug before getting into the SUV. You stand on the walkway, waving to them as they pull out of the driveway and head to the airport. Once the car is out of sight, you retreat into the house, close and lock the door behind you.

"I did not mean to fall asleep for that long. So much for a nap."

Now you have a slight headache, and you're still a bit disoriented from your unintentional sleep. You return to your bedroom, which is still brightly lit by the lamp on your desk. You check your phone and turn off the do-not-disturb mode, watching loads of notifications appear on your phone.

One notification in particular makes your heart drop into the pit of your stomach and your heart rate spike. You finally received a response from Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center about your job application—uh, clinical trial participant application. You immediately click on the notification while trying to remain calm.

"Dear Miss. [Y/N] [L/N], we are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen among 1500 candidates for the Clinical Trial Participant position…" You stop reading from there, nearly crying with joy.

Finally, finally, you hear some great news after so long. You sit at your desk, trying to regain composure before proceeding where you left off in the email. It seems like the care center provided transportation for you (and others who have been picked among 1500 people who applied), meaning you won't need to worry about driving to where the care center is located.

"We will provide more information regarding the clinical trial on site. We look forward to seeing you very soon." Underneath the message is the date of when you'll be picked up from your house for the clinical trial.

You quickly shoot a text to your parents, letting them know about the clinical trial that you applied to be a part of. You could hide the information from your parents, but they already have your location, so it's pointless to lie to them about these things.

After your parents received a text from you informing them about the clinical trial you applied for, they immediately called you and were a bit hesitant about letting you do it. But hearing the excitement and relief in your voice made them (reluctantly) agree to letting you be a part of this medical research. After all, it's almost a job considering the hospital is paying you, and you're not doing it for free. Not only that, but you're also helping people by being a part of this trial.

Did you mention how much you'll be given as compensation once the research is over? Not really, all you mentioned was that you're going to be compensated for your time as a clinical trial participant.

You twirl the pen in your hand while your phone is sandwiched between your shoulder and your left ear. "A shuttle will be picking me up tomorrow at the bus stop outside our neighborhood, on October 8th, between 9 AM and 11 AM."

"Can't you drive to that building? Why must they go through this much trouble over research? It's not like you're living at the facility while the trial is ongoing, right?" Your Dad sounds apprehensive.

"I don't know," You mumble. "But I'm not complaining because I do not want to drive."

Your Mom sighs on the other end of the call. You picture her pinching the bridge of her nose, shaking her head as she debates whether they should turn around and return home or not.

"Mom, Dad, I'll be fine. Just view this as a gateway for me to land a job there as a receptionist! I need to network with these researchers and healthcare professionals while I'm assisting them with this research study."

Your Mom and Dad go silent over the phone. All you can hear is the background noise in the car, along with the faint sound of the radio playing some pop music. You nibble on your bottom lip, rereading the email on your computer monitor.

The email didn't mention anything about packing your bags, only to bring proof of identification and a Social Security card. Right, you need to make a copy of these things before showing up at the care center tomorrow. Finally, the silence over the phone is interrupted by your Mom sighing.

"Just be careful, alright? I know it's a medical facility, and you're doing this out of your own volition, but I can't help but worry. I'm your mom, and the sound of alarm bells is going off in my head."

You playfully roll your eyes. "Mom, the alarm bells were also going off in your head whenever I went to a concert by myself last year—you know, the same concert you and Dad dropped me off at."

"Am I not allowed to worry? As I said before, I'm your mother."

"You're a worrywart, Mom. And so is Dad, but you're a bigger worrywart than he is."

Your Dad interjects, "I'm a worrywart when it comes to the creatures you call men you bring home. I expected my daughter to have better taste in men, but the dating scene is… questionable. I prefer you to be single."

You roll your eyes for the second time as you get up to leave your bedroom to search for your Social Security card to scan. "Don't worry, Dad. I doubt I'll be dating any time soon."

You walk into your parents' walk-in closet to fetch the file box. You stand on your tiptoes, blindly reaching for the heavy plastic box. Your fingers brush against the box, and you lightly push it towards the edge just enough for you to be able to grab it with both hands. You put your phone down and pull the box from the top shelf, nearly dropping it due to how heavy it is.

"Damn, what's in this thing? It's probably fifteen pounds!" You exclaim, setting it down on the ground in the closet.

"Birth certificates, degrees, Social Security cards, passports, and many other things." Your Mom lists out.

You unlatch the box and begin skimming through the labeled files. Once you find a section labeled with your name, you immediately flip to it and start searching for your Social Security Card. Not going to lie, it took you way too long to find your Social Security Card than it needed to be. You eventually find it and grab it from your section of the file.

"We've arrived at the airport. We'll update you when we board the plane and land at LAX." Your Dad says.

You raise your eyebrow, walking downstairs to your Dad's office to scan your Social Security card. There's no way you're bringing the actual card to the facility. It's not like you don't trust the people who work there; you're just protective of things that are attached to your name and identity.

"Okay, have a safe flight. I will be expecting a text message." You reply.

Your Mom snorts on the other end of the call. "We love you too, sweetheart."

And with that, your parents end the call, and you continue where you left off. While you're waiting for the printer to scan your Social Security card, you return to the email on your phone to see if there are other things you need to bring with you to the care center. Again, no mention of needing to bring personal belongings aside from proof of identification and the Social Security card.

Hell, there's no mention of how you should dress when you show up. You opt to wear something comfortable yet presentable. Since this is a clinical trial, there's a slight chance they're going to have you change into a hospital gown—but, god, you hope not. You're not in the mood to have your ass hanging out for everyone to see.

Once the scanning is completed and you have a copy of your Social Security card, you put everything back in the file box and store it back on the shelf in your parents' closet. You grab a small travel bag and start packing essential items into it.

"Now I have a lot of time to kill before tomorrow." You plop onto your chair and continue your job search despite being chosen for the clinical trial for Rhodes Hill.

Aside from job hunting, you've been trying to do some research on Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center, but little to no information shows up in the results. The only thing that showed up in the results is who purchased the facility and general information about it—aka, it's a sanatorium that specializes in treating specific diseases and ailments related to said disease.

There's a blurry picture of the staff members; one in particular catches your eye. You squint and look at the name listed below the picture, "Dr. Victor Gideon," the man who purchased Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center—a former T-virus researcher.

"I wonder if I'm going to see him around the facility during my time there." It's not like you want to see Dr. Victor Gideon at the facility. If he is the purchaser, director, and doctor of the sanatorium, then it wouldn't hurt to ask if you could work there as a receptionist, right?

Though you can't help but feel spooked about his picture, the longer you stare at the image. He doesn't look necessarily normal. Maybe it's the color of the picture, but he looks gray, like a corpse. Maybe he looks less gray in person, but who knows. You click away from the image, chills running down your spine.

Everything will be fine, and so will the clinical trial! And maybe after the trial is over, you will get a job as a receptionist at the sanatorium and the $250,000 that will be given to you (and other volunteers).

- After yesterday, everything is a blur. October 8th arrives in no time—quicker than you thought it would, actually. It's almost like you're having some kind of out-of-body experience, watching yourself go to the bus stop and getting onto the shuttle with other chosen participants, staring outside the window and watching the scenery go by before arriving at your destination.

The shuttle stops outside of Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center, and everyone piles outside the shuttle with their belongings. You stare up at the massive building in awe, admiring the baroque classicism architecture.

"This place is huge." You mutter, following the woman walking ahead of your group, assuming she knows where to go.

"With a building this big, you would think they're allowing us to stay here until the clinical trial is over." A man, you're assuming, in his mid to late thirties, says as he walks between a woman and another man. "Shuttling back and forth between different bus stops seems a little tiring."

As your group—there are about ten people in total, including yourself—approaches the entrance, the doors open, revealing two nurses and three doctors. They each smile at your group and gesture for you all to enter the sanatorium before closing the door once everyone steps in. Of course, not before double-checking to make sure no one is getting left behind.

"Before we get started, we will have you all go to the receptionist and check in. Please take out your driver's license or state-issued ID to verify your identity." The nurse says, standing to the side with the other nurse and doctors.

While everyone is waiting in line at the reception desk, waiting to check in and verify their identity, your eyes skim around, looking at the littlest things about the building. It's beautiful and quiet. The main lobby is eerily quiet. Sometimes, someone from the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center staff would enter and exit the lobby, not a single glance in your group's direction.

Finally, it's your turn to check in, and you pull out your driver's license after giving the receptionist your first and last name. You hand her your driver's license after she requests it, and you watch her type away at the computer behind the reception desk, writing on the piece of paper and turning it towards you. You sign your name, write the date, and time you've checked into the facility.

Even though it's just a clinical trial, you're not entirely sure why you feel so on edge. You look at the doctors and nurses present, who are talking among themselves while flipping through their clipboards. Once everyone signed in and verified their identity, people were split into two groups.

"Alright, Group A, if you would please follow me. I will take you all to the waiting room in the East Wing before tending to you one by one." The brown-haired nurse says, gesturing for your group (Group A) to follow her.

As your group walks to the waiting room in the East Wing, you see a nurse guiding a stumbling patient down the hall. He has bandages wrapped around his head, his hands clutching the IV pole with a blood bag hanging from it. He's muttering something about how the noises in the sanatorium make his head hurt and how he wants them to be quiet.

"He does not look okay at all—physically and mentally." The man in your group mutters to the woman he's walking beside. "The gauze is bloody."

Before the woman can respond, the patient looks over in your group's direction, his eyes wild. "QUIET! QUIET!" He screams, clutching at his head while tightening his grip around the IV pole until his knuckles are white. As he's about to make his way to your group, the nurse and the nearest doctor quickly rush to his side to stop him and redirect him to the next room.

The nurse leading your group turns to you all with an apologetic smile. "Please do not worry. Your safety is in our hands, and we take it seriously."

You all sit in the waiting room, watching the nurse close the doors on both ends of the room to ensure your group's safety from possible rogue patients like the one with the IV pole. You sit on the brown leather chair, feeling antsy about what to expect in this clinical trial.

"You don't look too good," The blonde woman says, glancing in your direction. "Is this your first time as a clinical trial participant?"

You want to raise your eyebrows at her question. Is this not her first time as a clinical trial participant? "Yeah, it's my first time. Is being a clinical trial participant the usual for you?"

She laughs, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "You can say that! I might as well make it my career with how often I'm chosen for these things. What can I say? My body can handle a lot of poking and prodding."

Whatever that means. You purse your lips, nodding. How else are you supposed to respond to that? The nurse at the reception desk at the front of the waiting room approaches your group with a plastic bin in her hands.

"Due to the sensitive nature of this clinical trial, we kindly ask you all to relinquish your mobile devices to this bin. At the end of the day, we will hand you back your devices and will request that you do the same when you return." The black-haired nurse says, approaching each person and holding the bin out in their direction.

Some put their phones into the bin, others put both their phones and other smart devices (like a smartwatch and wireless earbuds) into the plastic bin. You pull your phone out from your pocket and put it into the bin when she approaches you.

"How will we contact our emergency contact if something happens?" The blue-haired man asks, crossing his arms over his chest after putting his stuff into the bin.

"Well, you are surrounded by healthcare professionals. If something happened, a doctor and nurse would be on the side, ready to help. Now, give me a moment to store your items away before getting the waiver and NDA for you all to sign and agree to." She walks back to the reception desk with your items.

A waiver and an NDA? NDA is understandable because it's a clinical test, but a waiver? What are they going to do to the participants? Hopefully nothing illegal, right? The nurse locks away the plastic bin before grabbing five clipboards with an NDA and waiver clipped to them.

You read through the waiver and NDA before signing your name at the bottom of the paper. You're already here, so it's pointless to back out and not want to do this trial. Though some things mentioned are a bit concerning, it's medical research, so you shouldn't be surprised or worried about the things that could emerge during the tests.

You leave your seat to hand the nurse your clipboard before returning to your spot. Once everyone has given the nurse their clipboards, the door on the other end of the room opens, and a silver-haired nurse peeks in, smiling at everyone before calling your name.

"Please come with me for your examination before the test trial begins." She gestures for you to follow her.

You get up from your seat, ignoring the stares you're receiving from other participants. You and the nurse exit the waiting room and walk to who knows where. You walk past the isolation ward, shuddering when you hear faint screams and rambling from patients locked inside the isolation ward. You don't like how the sign has a red, ominous glow to it.

You walk past many well-dressed men, they smile at you and the nurse as you two continue making your way to a room that's at the end of the hallway, tucked away from the rest of the building. The nurse gestures for you to sit down after closing the door behind you.

"I will be asking for general information about you and your health history before proceeding with the clinical trial." The nurse says, walking towards the computer in the corner of the room.

You sit on the examination table, waiting for the nurse to start asking whatever it is that she needs from you. You start bouncing your legs, looking around the room, and at the littlest things in the room. There's an anatomy poster on the wall, and a poster with facts about certain vaccinations.

Once the nurse is ready, she starts asking questions: your full name, birth date, if you are/were pregnant, if you're currently breastfeeding, and when your last menstrual cycle was. Most of the questions are easy to answer, but then it got a little bit interesting—a little bit tricky to answer.

Were you born in Raccoon City? Do you have family who was born (or used to live) in Raccoon City? Do you or any of your family members have the T-virus? You would know if a family member (or yourself) has the T-virus, as it would've been obvious.

"Alright! Do you know your blood type?" She asks, looking away from the monitor and at you.

Embarrassingly enough, you do not know your blood type. You have gotten blood tests to see if you have immunity from a certain vaccine, but you've never had a lab test specifically to know your blood type, nor have you donated blood. You shake your head, warmth rushing to your cheeks.

"It's alright if you don't know. We can give you a blood test before proceeding with the clinical trials." The nurse says, getting up from her seat. "I will be right back shortly." She then leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

You slump forward, resting your elbows on your knees, and wait for the nurse to return from wherever she went. This place is strange. The nurses and doctors aren't wearing any IDs on them, and there are people roaming around the building wearing suits.

How long has time passed? Surely it hasn't been that long, right? Maybe an hour or two? You don't know what time it is because you don't have your phone on you, and the building doesn't have a clock—or at least within the areas you've been in.

After some time, the door opens, and the nurse enters. "Alright, you can either roll up your sleeve or take your jacket off. Do you have a preference for where you would prefer to have your blood drawn?" The nurse asks, standing in front of you as she puts on blue latex gloves.

You shake your head, shrugging your jacket off your shoulders. "I prefer my non-dominant arm." You reply, holding out your non-dominant arm towards her. You'd rather be sore on the opposite arm than on the one you use the most.

It's quicker than you expected, and you're quite glad that it's fast. Your arm feels sore after the test is completed, and you can see a faint bruise blooming where the nurse drew blood from. You slip on your jacket and watch the nurse exit the room with a vial of your blood in her hand.

Time ticks by, and the nurse doesn't return. You sit back on the examination table, trying not to fall asleep. The room you're in is cold, cold enough to lull you to sleep. Every time you feel yourself dozing off, you snap out of it, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles.

"She's probably caught up with something else." You say to yourself. "It's not like I'm in a rush anyway."

So, you waited and waited for the nurse—someone, really—to appear at the door, but the nurse never showed up. Eventually, your stomach starts growling, making you mentally beat yourself up for not getting something to eat before getting onto the shuttle. But how can you eat when you're nervous?

The longer you wait, the more you're tempted to just get some sleep before the clinical trial begins. You eventually give up on waiting and choose to take a nap because you don't have your devices on you, so there's no way for you to contact anyone or check the time. You could leave the room to find someone, but you don't want to roam around the sanatorium when patients, like the one who hates loud noises, are also roaming the building. You soon drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Your slumber is interrupted by the sound of the intercom ringing and crackling. You jolt, rubbing your eyes, and sitting up. "What the hell?" You turn to look for the intercom, wondering if the clinical trial is finally going to begin despite the nurse never returning to the room.

A voice finally comes on the intercom, "Code Six! Code Six! All staff, initiate emergency protocols!"

"Emergency protocols?" You mutter, hopping off the examination table. "What does that mean!?"

Just as you're about to walk to the door and open it, you stop in your tracks when you hear screaming in the distance and items being thrown around. You back away from the door, fearing what's happening outside the room. You search for an object to use in case you need to defend yourself from whatever is happening.

There's a lot of screaming and growling from the distance, but you force yourself not to get anywhere near the door, no matter how curious you are. You tighten your grip on the scissors, preparing to use them as a weapon to defend yourself. Shit, if the scissor is useless, then you might have to use the roller chair.

Still, you continue to hide behind the examination table. Your Mom was right. She was right all along. Something bad did happen, and you can't do anything about it because your phone is locked away in a bin in the waiting room! The door handle rattles, startling you out of your daze.

Your heart pounds against your chest as you peek from behind the table, watching the doorknob turn. The doors open, revealing a tall man wearing a leather jacket and a massive gun in his hands. His eyes land on you, his eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

Before he can say anything, you blurt out, "Please don't shoot me! I'm too young to die."

He holds one hand up. "I'm not going to shoot you."

You sigh in relief, getting out from your hiding spot while still clutching onto the scissors. He examines you briefly, making sure you're not infected or part of the sanatorium staff.

"Leon Kennedy, DSO."

You give him your name, heart still pounding painfully against your chest. "What's happening? I've been here for who knows how long, and the nurse who drew my blood never returned, and I wake up to hearing something about a Code Six?"

"The entire facility—the staff and patients—are infested with zombies. You're the first human I encountered, so far." Leon replies, peeking over his shoulder to make sure there aren't any zombies charging in your and Leon's direction.

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. "I'm the first human you've encountered at Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center? What about the other nine clinical trial participants?"

"Clinical trial participants? You willingly chose to be a lab rat for Victor Gideon?" Leon asks, staring at you in shock and almost horror.

You frown, rubbing the back of your neck. Well, he didn't need to put it like that. Before Leon can say anything, a vicious growl interrupts the brief silence between you and Leon. A small whimper escapes from you, making Leon quickly look in your direction.

"Stay behind me," Leon instructs, holding his arm out in front of you before aiming the massive gun at the charging zombie. Without hesitation, Leon shoots the zombie in the head, causing it to explode and blood to spray on the walls and floor. "We can't stay here any longer. Follow, and stay behind me."

You nod and follow Leon outside the room, making sure to stay alert in case you and Leon come across a zombie. The number of headless bodies lying around the sanatorium makes your stomach churn.

"Hey, if you don't mind my asking, why did you volunteer to be a clinical trial participant for Dr. Victor Gideon?"

You purse your lips. "It's sort of a long story."

Leon scans his surroundings, grip firm on his gun, before looking at you. "I got time." He shrugs.

You're caught off guard, feeling yourself becoming flustered under his gaze. Now that you got a better look at him, Leon's insanely handsome—the most handsome man you've ever laid your eyes on. Wait, you need to focus. You nod, tucking your hands in your pockets as you explain everything that led up to this moment to Leon.

Leon's a great listener; he didn't interrupt you one bit to ask questions as both of you walked through the facility. Maybe he's also listening for any zombies nearby. If a random zombie nurse pops out of nowhere, scaring the absolute shit out of you, Leon didn't hesitate to protect you. Leon is leading the way, and despite being ahead of you, he always has his arm out in front of you.

"$250,000 as compensation once the clinical trial is over? I can see how this lured you and the other participants into the trap," Leon comments, glancing back in your direction after stopping in his tracks. "Why not apply to work for the DSO or the FBI?"

Your eyes widen, immediately shaking your head. "No, no! I don't think I'm capable of handling what the DSO and FBI do. Besides, I doubt I'm qualified to work for any government entities."

Leon shrugs, reloading his requiem gun. "Why not? It won't hurt to try, right? After all, you have numerous college degrees to your name, and I'm sure there is a spot for you."

You hum softly, walking up the stairs behind Leon. You have considered applying to work at a government job, but your lack of experience stops you from applying anywhere beyond county-level jobs. Even if you did apply to work at a county job, they never looked at your application due to an influx of applications they've been receiving.

Now that you're out of that room, you realize how late it has gotten despite it feeling like you've been here for about four hours rather than over twelve—no wonder your stomach wouldn't stop growling. Rain pitter-patters against the window, and a faint thunder rumbles from a distance.

Leon suddenly stops, nearly causing you to run into him. Shit, if you did run into him, he wouldn't move at all because of how sturdy he is. You blink, looking around to see if you missed something.

"I don't know about that, Leon. If I do apply, I doubt they'll glance at my application among many amazing applicants."

He briefly looks over his shoulder and at you. "I'll put in a word for you, don't worry about it," Leon reassures you, before peeking around the corner of the building while gesturing for you to continue to follow him.

You could question whether that would be considered nepotism in some type of way, but then you remember that many people use their connections to land their dream job. Working for the DSO or possibly the FBI isn't necessarily your dream job, but if Leon suggested working for either company, it wouldn't hurt to try.

"Sherry, can you find me the floor plan?"

You hear a faint crackle and a woman's voice responding to his question. Your head tilts to the side, wondering how Leon is communicating with this "Sherry" woman. He wasn't wearing any wireless intercoms—or at least visible ones.

Leon gives Sherry a rundown on what happened when he arrived at Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center, how the facility initiated Code Six not long after he arrived, and how everyone at the care facility turned into zombies—except for you, whom he coincidentally met when he opened the door to the room at the end of a hallway, completely secluded from the rest of the sanatorium.

You freeze, tapping on Leon's beefy biceps. "Wait, does that mean the other participants turned into zombies too, or were they attacked and killed by the zombies here?"

Leon shrugs, stopping at the entrance of the second floor that leads to a strange entryway to who knows where. "I've come across zombie nurses, doctors, and patients. I don't think I've run into other clinical trial participants aside from you."

You press your lips into a thin line, questioning whether the participants you arrived at Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center turned into zombies as well, or if they left before this whole Code Six happened. You're leaning towards the latter because it's almost midnight, and yet you're still here, and Leon didn't see any clinical trial participants while he's running around the building? Man, everything about this is so weird.

"Do you know what's supposed to happen in the clinical trial?" Leon asks, making a mental note to himself about the strange trial involving Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center.

You shake your head. "I was told that the clinical trial was going to begin after my blood test, but the nurse never returned. We were given waivers and NDAs to sign, but the trial never happened, so I don't know what to expect or what's waiting for me."

This whole thing feels suspicious—then again, this is Victor Gideon he's dealing with. Maybe there's a reason the facility chose to isolate you from other participants. But who knows, this is purely speculation on Leon's part.

"They didn't inject you with anything, did they?" Leon asks, squatting to get a better look at you, his eyes taking in every detail of you. You look healthy as a horse, maybe sleepy, but that's understandable because you're probably here longer than you need to be.

Again, you shake your head for the umpteenth time. "They only drew my blood, that's all." You reply, heat rushing to the apples of your cheeks, the more Leon stares at you. "Also, do you have any snacks on you by chance? I've been here for over twelve hours, and I haven't eaten or drunk anything at all today."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't. There should be a kitchen on the ground floor. We could find something for you to eat, if you want?" Leon asks, gesturing to the ground floor with his thumb.

You squint, rubbing the back of your neck. "I don't think it's a good idea to eat anything in this building, now that this place is, most likely, infested with zombies."

Leon chuckles, shaking his head. "Good call. I'll get you something to eat once we leave this place. Of course, we cannot leave just yet because I'm here to find someone." Leon walks towards a dark, ominous hallway that has a security gate over it.

You chase after Leon. "Oh, no! You don't have to get me anything to eat—" Your words die in your mouth when the gate suddenly slides up, and a blonde woman slides out from the shadows, startling you.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!" The blonde woman pleads for the gate to hurry up and open.

Before you can process what's happening, a grotesque monster emerges from the darkness. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you watch the monster grab onto the blonde woman's ankle and throw her against a radiator. The blonde woman cries out in pain, clutching her back. The monster grabs her ankle again and drags her back into the dark.

Leon runs after the blonde woman and the monster, aiming his flashlight and gun in their direction. Just when the monster could drag the woman farther into the darkness, Leon shoots the monster, forcing it to release her.

Leon calls out to the terrified and injured woman, "Hey! Over here!"

The woman doesn't hesitate to get up and run behind Leon to where you're standing. Leon proceeds to shoot the monster four more times before the monster's brain matter sprays the walls. The monster falls over, eyeball dangling from where the sockets should've been.

"What the fuck is that!?" You whisper, now realizing you and the woman are holding onto each other. "Are you okay?"

She nods, hyperventilating. "Y-Y-Yeah. I-I'm fine. Thank you." She then stumbles out of the darkness and into the well-lit area near the hallway she emerged from, taking deep breaths to try to gain her composure.

"Leon Kennedy, DSO." He holds his hand up, trying his best not to scare the woman any further.

Her eyebrows furrow with fear and worry, "DSO? I-I'm Grace, um… Ashcroft. Uh, FBI." Grace introduces herself, her mind all over the place.

Leon raises an eyebrow. "FBI? What are you doing here?"

Grace whimpers, her breath shaky. "Someone kidnapped me."

"Victor Gideon?" The creases between his eyebrows become prominent.

Grace looks down. "I-I don't know."

Why would someone like Dr. Victor Gideon kidnap an FBI agent? Man, the more you learn about him, the more you're hoping that you never run into him. Leon quickly glances in your direction, as if he's making sure you're still there.

"We should leave." Leon takes a step forward, but the security gate comes crashing down, separating you and Leon from Grace.

The gate slamming to the ground scares you, making you clutch onto your chest, trying to calm down. Just when you thought nothing could get worse than that, a metal security shutter gradually comes down. Leon and Grace briefly talk—well, Leon tries to interrogate Grace about how Victor Gideon kidnapped her for a reason.

You peek behind Leon, making sure the creature is still dead on the ground. But darkness is slowly consuming the remaining light coming from Grace's side, making it impossible for you to see anything past the fuse box. Leon hands Grace his gun, telling her she might need it. Grace takes the gun from Leon's hands, briefly looking at you.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Grace asks.

You stared at her, mouth agape. Grace is an FBI agent, and Leon works for the DSO, and you're… unemployed and in desperate need of money that you applied to be a part of a clinical trial participant for Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center.

You tell her your name before following up with, "It's a long story, I'll tell you when I see you again, hopefully." You smile at her. "Be careful out there, Grace."

She smiles sadly at you. "You too."

Once the hallway is consumed with darkness, Leon turns on his flashlight and starts shining it around while blindly reaching behind him to get a hold of you. You grab Leon's arm, sticking close to him. Soon enough, Leon's flashlight shines onto a tall figure wearing a snake skin coat.

"She won't get away, you know." The figure says softly, slowly facing you and Leon as he reaches for his hood.

You cower behind Leon, watching the figure reveal his face to you and Leon. What is he wearing over his face? He's gray and has strange veins along with scars crawling over his lifeless skin. No offense, he looks like he's never showered a day in his life.

"Dr. Gideon."

Victor takes a deep breath at the sound of Leon saying his name. You can't help but make a face at his strange reaction. What an interesting reaction to a man like Leon Kennedy saying your name. Perhaps you were underreacting when you first met Leon—no way someone like Victor Gideon would be titillated by the presence of Leon Kennedy. Man, everything you learn about Victor Gideon is against your will.

"So nice to finally meet you, Leon," Victor Gideon says, walking towards you and Leon, only to stop when his eyes land on you. Is he looking at you? It's hard to tell with that device over his head. "Leon, I didn't know you brought a guest with you."

You subconsciously tighten your grip on Leon's arm. God, if only you could fuse yourself to Leon right now because you do not like the expression on Victor's face.

Victor then turns to Leon, saying, "Why don't we have a little talk?"

Leon takes out another gun and tries to shoot Victor, but Victor's too fast. Victor lunges forward, grabs a hold of Leon's neck, lifts him in the air, and starts choking him, leaving you vulnerable. You try reaching for Leon's gun to shoot Victor, but Victor kicks you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you, and sending you stumbling back.

You land on your arm, weirdly, with sharp pain shooting up to your shoulders. You sit up, clutching your (assuming) injured arm to your chest, watching Victor inspect Leon closely as you struggle to get up from the ground.

"Get your disgusting, rotting hands off of him!" You rasp, getting on your knees and using the wall for support. You stumble forward, still cradling your injured arm to your chest. You can still feel the kick that Victor landed on your stomach.

Victor pulls out a small gun and aims it in your direction. Leon's eyes widen, and he starts thrashing around in Victor's grasp, only for Victor to tighten his grip around Leon's neck, restricting airflow. Victor pulls the trigger, and a dart flies out, striking you in the arm.

"Ow! What the hell was that?" You reach for the dart, trying to pull it out, but your body feels like gelatin. Your vision blurs, your knees buckle underneath you, causing you to collapse.

As you're losing consciousness, you see Victor lean in towards Leon, and muttering something to him, something along the lines of "exhibiting symptoms" and "Umbrella's curse."

You watch Leon become limp in Victor's iron grip. You try to fight off the drowsiness while watching Victor slowly approach you. He reaches down and grabs you by the neck—what is up with Victor and grabbing people by their necks!? Victor squeezes your neck to cut off your air supply, and to speed up the process of knocking you out (or killing you—either one works!).

You claw at his hand, trying to get him to release you, but that only pushes him to tighten his grip even more. Black specks rapidly dot your vision, your hands fall to your side, and you finally succumb to the darkness.

Note: I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to make a part two after my break because I have a different fic in mind, something that is very much genshinluvr's "usual" concept. There's a possibility I might start working soon, but idk how soon, so that's going to make my uploads even more sporadic and inconsistent 🥲 I'm also currently on my fourth playthrough of RE9—I'm playing Insanity Mode! Anyway, to all my new and returning readers, keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3! Read more of my works on my Grand Masterlist, which contains every masterlist I have created! | Maybe support me by tipping me on Ko-Fi or by reblogging my fanfics! ^^ I will also be posting exclusive fanfics on Ko-Fi as well very soon! I might post all of my stories there, too, but who knows? You can also tip me on Tumblr if you'd like, as a way to show support! ^^ Join the Discord to get future fic updates and connect with other readers, maybe?:) Raccoon City Sanctuary

[genshinluvr]

Should fr make a pole on who will get an mpreg fic next just to see what the people say

Ofc you’re the one to suggest an mpreg poll…

[genshinluvr]

Thank you for keeping your tumblr page up as I have gotten back into playing genshin and these fics have been feeding my delusions <3

I wish you nothing but eternal happiness and success in whatever you may be aiming for <33

LMAO happy to feed those delusions, as they are a product of my delusions as well 😭

Thank you, you’re too kind 🥹❤️ I wish you the same thing too 🫶🏻

[genshinluvr]

Since when it's become 40 characters in your genshin fanfics? Wasn't it still around 30 last time? 😭

Almost, darling. I said almost 40 people— if we are counting future unreleased characters (and NPCs) for Snezhnaya and other regions.

It is too early for my cortisol to be this high 🫩 got me typing in my notes app at almost 4 AM

If you would like the definition of the word “almost,” I will provide it down here:

[genshinluvr]

hi!! not sure if you're still doing the genshin harem, but if you are, will you add lohen?

I am, but I won’t be posting for Genshin in a while because I lost interest in Genshin—almost as much as I did with HSR 😭 maybe after my fifth or sixth Leon Kennedy fanfic, but that’s if I have any idea on what I want to write

Also, I have huge writers block for the Genshin series and I will be ending it soon. It’s been running for way too long (over 4 years) and I want to complete it and maybe make a “book 2” for it. With the number of people in the harem, it makes it hard for me to have a fleshed out story without it being filled with nothing but dialogue from almost 40 people 😔 I’ll figure it out eventually