Leon Kennedy x F!Reader 18+
Welcome back everyone! Here we have yet another chapter where I will struggle with my writing style and plotting technique. So if you enjoyed the 1st then I hope you’ll like this one. I’m always open to critiques and love feedback. Also! I was recently asked about including a taglist from the previous chapter and wondered if others would like to be included. If you are please let me know! Thank you! This has been slightly proofread!
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Trigger Warnings/Caution!: This story is not meant for younger viewers so MDNI. Though there is a romantic element to this story there is of course canon-typical violence, gore, horror, heavy topics (such as abuse, alcoholism, misogyny, and more), and many other elements that might be seen in the story. So if you are sensitive to any of these please either proceed with caution or don’t read! Of course not everything is in canon with the Resident Evil universe so please bear with me. If there are other things that I have not mentioned please let me know!
Chapter 2
April 21st: 7:45pm
It was dark by the time you made it home. The street lights had flickered on the moment your car turned down the familiar street that lead to your apartment. Despite the cloud coverage blotting the sky, the stars were bright and the moon glowed with an ethereal shine. It was rare considering how the city you dwelled in produced so much light pollution. But by now you were too tired to care, let alone enjoy it.
Music softly played through the car’s radio; the comforting tune making your fingers tap to the beat against the steering wheel. By the time 6:30 came around, you decided that there was no point in staying in the lab any longer. After Rebecca left to God knows where and didn’t come back until you were heading out the door, the exhaustion that’s been chasing you for weeks finally caught up to you. You could tell that Rebecca wanted to talk to you about something, but quickly took note of the way you were practically swaying on your feet and decided she would tell you in the morning.
“Go home. Get some sleep. I promise to get you up to speed in the morning.”
A part of you wanted to argue (but let’s be honest it was a very tiny- minuscule part) that you were, in fact, not tired and would listen to anything she had to say; however, sleep called to you like a siren’s song and you’d never deny yourself that. Besides, something told you that you’d need all the rest you could get. Maybe it was because of the new project? Or because of something else? Whatever the case, you and your partner would be ready- just like always.
As you managed to grab a parking spot and shift the gear to park, a chime chirped from the inside of your purse. Curious to see what it was (thinking maybe it was Rebecca wanting to talk after all) you pulled your cellphone from the bag and checked the screen. It was a text from your Mother.
Hope you’re doing ok sweetie. Text me when you can. Love you!
A smile pulled at your lips as you read the message she sent you. It was sweet, really it was, but you worried that your Mother was going to make herself sick if she kept staying up so late. Well… no more than she already was. You knew the moment you took this job that it wouldn’t be easy. And it wasn’t! But at the same time you never regretted it. All your life you wanted to make a difference- to do something meaningful with the talents that you have. And having grown up with one of the strongest women in the world, the one who has literally put your life above her own and made it to where you could achieve all that you wanted in life, you wanted to give back to the world because of it. Because of her you wanted to show the world that women like your Mother could make something out of nothing and look badass while doing it. And it was because of your Mother who loved you unconditionally just like you loved and adored her, that you were going to take it ease for the rest of the day. No need to stress her out any more than you already were.
You shot back a quick text saying that you were fine and that you loved her too before getting out of the car. It was a beat up ol’ junk of a car with chipped paint and a slightly crooked side mirror on the passenger side, but you adored the thing. It was the first thing you bought when you set out on your own. Of course you made enough money now to probably buy a new one, but this hunk of love was your pride and joy that held too many memories. No way in hell were you giving up on it. You gave the hood a gentle pat before climbing the apartment complex’s stairs.
Thank the heavens that you weren’t on the top floor! The cardio was nice, but honestly, you didn’t have the energy to climb up several flights of stairs. Your home was only on the second floor; whereas the entire building consisted of at least five… maybe six? Math wasn’t Math-ing in your brain at the moment.
Taking the keychain that housed an assortment of keys (mainly your home, car, your Mom’s spare, and one for the storage closet at work) you finally managed to grab the one needed before pinching it between your fingers. Turning the key until a soft click was heard, you let out a soft sigh as you make your way inside. The entryway greeted you first. Hanging on the wall beside the door was a small hook meant for your keys and on the other side on the floor was a small mat where you’d place your shoes once you’ve kicked them off. It was routine by this point as you hung the keys on the tiny hook all while grumbling about your shoes not wanting to part from your aching feet.
You managed to toss them aside after a minute of wrestling them off, but not before flipping them off in a sad, yet necessary, form of pettiness. After leaving the entryway, you make your way past the living room and kitchen area. The apartment itself wasn’t huge, but it was decently sized. The flooring for most of the place was a shag carpet that had a mysterious stain left by the previous tenant that you cleverly hidden underneath your secondhand couch. The kitchen (much like the bathroom and laundry room) had tacky laminated tiles. Cream colored walls could be found throughout the entire apartment with a few windows placed strategically in certain rooms. As you passed the kitchen, you took note of the pile of dishes waiting patiently in the sink after dropping your purse on the kitchen table.
You couldn’t contain the cringe that scrunched up your nose as you continued to walk past it. That was a task for another day. Trekking down the hallway was like hiking through a mountain trail- at least, that’s what your tired, aching body was telling you. In actuality it wasn’t that far of a walk, but your sleep-craving brain couldn’t tell the difference. As you make your way to the bathroom you started to undress as you went. You yearned for a scolding hot shower right about now and damn it you were going to take one. Nothing felt better after a long shift than by washing away all the responsibilities that came with it. You told yourself it wasn’t going to be a long one (sleep was calling your name) so you managed a quick, yet satisfying, rinse off before slipping into your favorite pajamas. The loose baggy clothing felt like heaven against your skin. You didn’t even feel like doing your nightly routine by this point so you simply threw yourself onto your awaiting bed- soaking hair and all.
A pleased hum slipped past your lips as you pulled the bedsheet over your body before tucking yourself in. It wasn’t long after that sleep claimed you as your weary eyes closed shut. Tomorrow was a new day… and you were anxious to greet it.
“You’re looking well rested this morning. Get a decent nights sleep?”
A small amused chuckle caused your shoulders to shake as you turned towards your best friend and lab partner, Rebecca Chambers. Judging by the glow on her skin and the fading bruises under her brown eyes, you figured she, too, got a good night’s rest. You shoot your fellow scientist a cheeky grin before replying, “Damn right! Insomnia finally got its ass kicked by yours truly. Been one hell of a fight the past few weeks.”
“Tell me about it”, she huffed, “I think there’s more coffee in my veins than actual red blood cells.”
You couldn’t contain the laugh that filled your chest any longer as you nodded in agreement. There was a reason why you and the young doctor got along so well. She was a calming balm to your raging fire. While she was the moon, you were the sun. The two of you made an excellent team and have been known for your teamwork and stellar performance. While there were many capable as well as talented scientists in the facility, no one could compare to you and Chambers. You both were unstoppable most days. And now that your schedule had been cleared, the two of you took the opportunity to rest and reflect on the newest chapter heading your way.
“I’ve been meaning to ask”, you say as you take a spot beside her, “What did you want to talk about yesterday? Seemed like it might be important.”
The short haired brunette looks at you for a brief moment in confusion, before finally snapping her fingers as an excited gleam took over. A victorious smile managed to brighten up her face even more as she says, “Remember how I told you I had friends who would be willing to help?”
“Well at first I went to speak with General Myers, but he wouldn’t listen to me. Normally he’s willing to hear me out, but I must have caught him on one of his off days.”
You nodded as she spoke; understanding that some times the older man wasn’t the easiest person to deal with. You would know- seeing as you had a near verbal fight with the man and few members of the committee for receiving more funding for the lab. He was a reasonable man when he wanted to be. You just had to catch him at the perfect moment.
“You should have let me tag along. I know how to break him down.”
“I know, but I felt like I could handle it. Any way that’s beside the point!”
You raise a brow, “Continue.”
“Do you remember a man named Chris Redfield?”
You sat there for a moment as you let the name sink in. It sounded familiar to you but not on a personal level; kind of like a distant memory of something that wasn’t important to you but might be useful later. It took a minute before the name conjured up a face.
“Do you mean Chris Redfield the popular BSAA super soldier? The one who looks like he could punch massive boulders with his bare fists?”
Rebecca laughed at your description of the guy before continuing, “Yeah! That’s him. He’s a good man and one of the friends I mentioned. We bumped into each other as I was leaving Myers’ office. Long story short, I told him everything and he seemed like he was willing to lend a hand.”
You could feel your eyebrows rise to your hairline at the news. You knew your friend had connections, but not like that. You placed your hands on your hip before cocking it to the side. A sense of pride coursed through you at the thought of how well your best friend was doing in the world. A part of you never imagined that she’d be so well connected, but then again it shouldn’t surprise you. Rebecca was the best of the best! Of course she’d make friends outside of the world of test tubes and microscopes. It didn’t help that they both worked for the BSAA, but you would let that slide.
“Color me impressed Bec. Making your way through the world! What did the big guy have to say?”
A blush colored her cheeks as a shy smile took over, “Just that he would be willing to help us out with this new virus and that he would personally attend the meeting. He also said that he’d try and bring in someone who was well versed in dealing with something like this.”
Leave it to your partner to keep you humbled. Not only was she friends with the Chris Redfield, but he was willing to help out as well as bring in someone who might be able to contribute to stopping this outbreak. You were so damn proud of her. She always manages to impress you every day.
“Well, let’s hope that it’s not as bad as it looks.”
There are fewer things in life that could make a man like Chris Redfield loose his patience. He normally prides himself with being a well composed guy, but fuck if Leon Kennedy didn’t push his buttons some times. He knew the man well enough by now (thanks to his connection to Claire) that, on most days, he’d deal the DSO agent with the same amount of respect as he would anyone else in their line of work. He’s worked along side the former rookie cop a few times over the years and Chris has always admired Leon for how focused and dedicated he was.
However, there were some days where Chris wanted to smack the guy. Like today for instance. Leon was (to his knowledge) currently tied up at the DSO Headquarters with Hunnigan; the two worked like a well oiled machine once put into action. As far as Chris knew, Leon hadn’t been deployed on a missions recently (he confirmed it with Hunnigan herself when he asked for him) which meant that the blond haired agent was avoiding him. He tried texting as well as calling, yet no such luck. Chris honestly didn’t have the desire to drive all the way out to HQ to look for the bastard; however, if he was known for one thing it was that Redfield never let any of his friends down.
He had promised Rebecca that he’d work with her and damn him if he didn’t live up to that promise. Deciding to try calling one last time- Chris manages to get through after a few rings. An all too gruff voice growls past the speakers, “You’re one persistent bastard… you know that?”
“Hello to you too, Kennedy.”
“Any reason why Mr. Superhero’s been flooding my cell with texts and calls so early in the morning?”
”It’s nearly 2pm Leon. We’re well past morning hours.”
Shuffling could be heard from the other end before a mumbled curse came next. Chris couldn’t help but chuckle at his old pal’s expense before saying, “I was hoping you’d help me with something?”
“No can do. I’m currently enjoying the next few days off for the first time since… forever now. Can’t it wait till then?”
Guilt began to naw at him as Chris chewed at his lower lip. If anyone needed a break it was Leon S. Kennedy. The man has worked nonstop around the clock ever since he started working for the DSO. His success in Spain after rescuing the President’s daughter had made him a Legend amongst his peers- and now they had him doing anything and everything you could imagine. He should have asked Hunnigan earlier beforehand regarding Leon’s schedule. However, with the time crunch of the meeting approaching, Chris didn’t think to ask ahead of time. If he’d known about it he’d never have suggested it to Rebecca. But a promise was a promise.
“Please don’t tell me you volunteered yourself again and are asking me to tag along…”
If only Leon could see the sheepish look on his friend’s face. He’d have enough material for his heinous jokes for weeks. Fuck if Chris would ever let him see himself like this though. Clearing his throat he continues, “Something like that. You remember a woman named Rebecca Chambers right? She’s helped up with creating a few vaccines on previous missions.”
“She needs our help Leon. There’s a new virus that’s been sprouting up in rural farms here on our terf. It’s- it’s not looking good.”
Silence sat heavy between the two men as Chris sat in his desk chair- patiently waiting for a response. He knew that he was asking for a lot right now, but there was no one Chris trusted more then Kennedy.
“There's meeting at 2 this Thursday if you want to show. It would mean a lot if you came.”
Again, more silence (so much so that Redfield had to check to see if he was still on the line) before Leon’s voice groaned out:
There we have it! Another chapter done! I hope that this one was satisfactory for everyone? @kashasenpai I hope that you enjoy it! Thank you to everyone who’s liked and reposted the previous chapter! It means a lot! If you want to be tagged in the next chapter comment and let me know!
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