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So someone asked if I’d be willing to post my fics from Ao3 on here and well here we are. I’ll mostly use this as a place to post fics although any intermissions such as this will be tagged with the tag author’s note. The Fandoms I currently write for very and I also write platonic sickfics and emeto scenarios as well as ship ones. My current fandoms are Genshin Impact, MDZS, TGCF, SVSS, Final fantasy 7, Nu Carnival, Demon slayer, Persona 5, Tales of, Neir/Neir Automata, Ys, HSR, legend of Zelda, limbus compan
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Summary: After returning from aa mission Leon finds himself rather sick and Chris takes care of him
Leon sighed, the tension lining his shoulders easing a bit when DSO had cleared him health wise after he had left the airport. Although that slight nagging feeling was in his stomach he’d learned to ignore it after Raccoon city.
After all it was just a bit of nerves so it wasn’t a problem.
The mission he’d gone on hadn’t been too bad simple reconnaissance sure but he hadn’t even fought anyone this time. The place had been admittedly filthy however, just like most of the other abandoned hospitals and ruined labs he often ended up exploring.
Walking outside he paused, frowning briefly when he saw Chris leaning against the car waiting for him.
A soft snort leaves his mouth before the corner of his lips turned up in a slight smile.
“Look at you thought you didn’t have time off,” Leon joked as he approached the other.
Chris shrugged with a slight chuckle. “Claire made me, said I was gonna wear a hole in her apartment floor pacing.”
“Yeah miss me that much huh,” Leon joked, eyebrow raised as he stepped a tad closer to Chris.
The other was about a head taller than him and built like a linebacker, hell Leon had seen Chris straight up football tackle B.O.W.s mid fight.
While Leon had some muscle he was still rather lean and agile allowing him to move closer to a gymnast.
A wry smile appeared on Chris’s lips. “Yeah you could say that. Was bored without you here to keep me company.”
Leon paused his ears, flushing at the other’s honesty. When it came to affection Leon’s way of showing it often tended to be more quiet, a bit reserved at times while Chris’s was a bit more open.
He often wore his heart on his sleeve after all.
Leon eventually rolled his eyes before stepping forward for a hug letting the other bear hug him in greeting.
And for a moment Leon simply closed his eyes inhaling the scent of Chris’s cologne. Soothing, and non intrusive something he got rather used to whenever the other was off duty.
If Leon were to describe Chris’s touch, he’d say it was warm much like the sun shining down from the sky on a nice day.
“Trying to crush my bones are ya?” Leon huffed after Chris released him, the other man slapped him on the back.
“Yeah right, your made of stronger stuff we both know that,” Chris chuckled as the pair got into their car.
“By the way, speaking of that, the team cleared you, right?”
The soft rumbling purr of the engine filled the space and for a moment Leon paused, having zoned out momentarily lost in his thoughts. “Yeah all good,” he replied after a minute ignoring that slight nagging feeling in his stomach that came back.
Anxiety. It was always anxiety. He’d been cleared after all and while he was a bit tired from the usual jet lag and mission stress it wasn’t an issue.
Dealing with B.O.W’s in general was always hazardous, the risk always there that infection could spread out in the field. At the same time for the work Leon often did, hazmat suits weren’t an option.
Chris glanced over at Leon occasionally, noting that he did look a tad tired and pale but considering he’d been cleared by the DSO he didn’t push it. Yet anyway knowing that it was possible he could just be jet lagged and exhausted.
“Did you eat anything on the plane or at the airport? If not we can swing by somewhere and get something,” Chris proposed as his finger absently mindedly tapped the steering wheel.
Leon snorted which turned into a brief yawn. “Airport was filthy and crowded, didn’t have time. You know how it is.”
If Leon was being truthful he didn’t feel particularly hungry at all, that nagging feeling in his gut refusing to leave. Still he forced himself to ignore it, after all food might do him some good would probably explain why he felt so tired as well.
“Burgers it is then,” Chris said to which Leon nodded with a small smile not saying anything about the way his stomach seemed to flip slightly at the thought of a greasy burger.
———-
“How’s my girl,” Leon chuckled as he took one of the bags of fast food from Chris. The scent of grease, and meat is thick in the air of the restaurant, not quite unpleasant but it still made Leon’s stomach give a small flip.
Chris looked at him with a soft chuckle when the other’s stomach made a soft growling noise. “I started your bike up every day and took it for a small ride just like usual. Figured you’d be hungry. Didn’t hold your stomach hostage did you?”
“If that’s holding my stomach hostage then eating the airplane food may as well be torture,” Leon mumbled rolling his eyes. He tossed a fry in his mouth figuring that maybe his appetite would come back and his stomach would calm down a bit once it was full.
He takes a few bites before falling into a routine of talking and eating some of the tension fading bit by bit.
It’s rather nice truthfully.
Exhaustion hits Leon like a freight train once he’s full sitting in the passenger seat again, and he slumps a bit against the door of the car before yawning, shifting a bit when the noise ends in a burp.
Chris chuckled before patting Leon on the back. Not too roughly of course especially since the other seemed rather comfortable.
It was extremely rare for Leon to be comfortable. Even now Chris can tell he’s fighting the urge to sleep, tooth and nail eyes drooping only to slide open again.
Chris gently takes Leon’s hand pausing at the warmth for a moment, his thumb stroking small circles on the back of it.
Something he found often calmed the other down, grounding even if Leon was hesitant to admit it. When Leon, Chris and Claire had been younger, fresh after Raccoon city Claire had likened Leon to a German shepherd although nowadays Chris liked to think he was much more like a cat.
Secretive at the worst of times, but when alone he was a tiny bit better about it.
He reaches out carefully once he knows that the other is asleep. His hand gently feeling Leon’s forehead noting that he was a bit warmer than usual, and Chris takes a deep breath.
He starts the car as he reminds himself that it’s probably just a airport bug Leon picked up. After all he had been cleared by DSO medics, Chris places a cd into the radio to distract himself.
At home they have plenty of flu and cold medicine, it was simply that. Chris starts the car as he begins driving finger tapping on the wheel.
Chris does glance over occasionally when the other groans softly in his sleep, brow furrowing as something causes a disturbance within his dreams.
Leon doesn’t wake up though although Chris wants to check his temperature again he knows it might wake him so for now he doesn’t try.
After a few minutes Leon falls quiet again and Chris breathes a soft sigh of relief.
They’re about 20 minutes from home when Leon shifts in his sleep again drawing Chris’s eyes as the blonde man placed a hand on his stomach.
Leon groaned softly, a barely audible noise as his fingers clawed a bit at his stomach as he clutched it a bit, and Chris noted how his belly had a slight amount of pudge to it that hadn’t been there before even when Leon wasn’t wearing his compression shirt.
Glancing back at the road this time Chris reached out his free hand nudging Leon’s away ever so carefully, unsurprisingly this is his confirmation that something is wrong with the other besides the fever.
Not since he was an alcoholic did Leon sleep deeply like this unless he was well and truly sick.
Chris hummed softly glancing between Leon’s face and the road as he laid his hand on his stomach. It didn’t feel particularly pleasant, thick churning gurgles hidden just beneath warm flesh.
For a moment Leon squirmed a bit with Chris thinking he was about to wake up, instead the other gave a low almost lewd moan of relief that damn near made Chris’s brain blue screen.
He goes perfectly still as he takes a deep breath trying to hold himself together and get his brain out of the gutter as he gently rubbed Leon’s stomach a bit watching as his brow eased his expression turning more peaceful.
Honestly he’d love a smoke right now, instead though he grabs some of the nicotine gum from one of the compartments in the car. Although Leon’s face looks more peaceful Chris can still feel the thick, heavy gurgling in Leon’s stomach just beneath his hand as he attempts to give Leon some sort of reprieve at least until they get home.
———
Leon is woken up by Chris when they get to the house, the thick scent of cigarette smoke drawing him awake.
Leon grimaces when a sharp throb shoots through his skull. And he scowls squinting and blinking, he opens his door looking over to where Chris was standing in the grass nearby.
Leon stretched joints crackling from being in one position so long. He still feels tired unsurprisingly, he was used to it at this point coming home from every mission exhaustion laying heavy in his bones, while feeling as if he was being run over with a tank.
“How long was I out,” Leon huffed softly as he trudged over to Chris. His stomach felt a tad heavy but then again so did the rest of his body.
“Passed out in a food coma moment you got in the car,” Chris told him as he looked back at him before putting the cigarette out.
Leon snorted. “Was a good burger, missed the food from home a lot.”
Looking towards the house Leon caught the house keys tossed his way. “Go put a movie on or something, be in a second,” Chris said with a smile.
He can see it in the way Leon moves slightly slower than usual, from his walking to his reaction time to even his processing. He knows how Leon moves when he’s tired, when he’s exhausted and when he’s sick.
He’s knows him like the back of his hand, he also knows that Leon won’t give in or mention anything if he could fool himself into still going.
“Dibs on the remote,” Leon called, making Chris grin as he watched him dart off.
It’s while Leon is changing clothes and making himself more comfortable that it hits him and he swayed putting a hand out to steady himself.
He blinked hand resting on his stomach as he grimaced when a low thick gurgling noise droned from somewhere in the pit of his gut bringing a wave of nausea that rolled over him for a moment.
He shakes himself carefully as it fades that slight nagging feeling in his stomach returning. Leon closed his eyes, breathing as deeply as he would allow himself before he did his damnedest to brush it off as indigestion.
He does rub at his stomach a bit though more so in an attempt to get the stupid organ to shut up.
Once dressed in something more comfortable he comes down stairs all but flopping on the sofa as he swiped the remote ignoring the almost painful sloshing sensation that seemed to roll in his gut at the movement.
He’s flicking absentmindedly through the movies, not really looking at them only to stop when a glass of lightly fizzing liquid is held in front of his face.
Scowling he looks at Chris questioningly.
“It’s for the indigestion, your stomach’s making more noise than you usually do,” Chris explained and as if to agree Leon’s stomach gives a whining growl.
Rolling his eyes Leon takes the liquid. “Your older than me, and smoke like a chimney why’d you get a cast iron stomach huh,” Leon grumbled although he is grateful considering the indigestion was annoying him more.
Chris smirked a tad as he sat down beside the other on the sofa. “You didn’t have a little sister attempting to feed you mud cakes she put her entire heart into as a kid under threat of her crying.”
Chris laughed warmly at the fond memory.
Leon chuckled as he sipped on the alkaseltzer, having found a random action movie to watch that looked fun he put it on before finally allowing himself to lean back all but cuddling into Chris’s side.
Their matching rings sit on their fingers and finally Leon can assure himself that he is home.
As the tension finally bleeds out of him he all feels boneless as he sets the drink down for a moment.
It feels almost like it’s helping a tiny bit although it does leave him feeling as if he swallowed a beach ball. His belly felt rather tight and admittedly somewhat painful.
Leon was used to it though, he was used to a lot of things.
Leon hummed softly and hiccuped, rather thankful Chris didn't say anything.
Chris lets Leon’s full weight rest against his side, blushing a bit when the other began hiccuping softly into the crock of his neck.
Chris doesn’t even know why he’s blushing truthfully especially when he knows Leon was sick. Maybe it was the way the others' breath fanned across his neck, Leon would’ve definitely disagreed but the soft airy hiccups were strangely adorable, or maybe it was all simply because it was Leon and Chris loved him more than he could ever put into words.
The moan he’d heard in the car when soothing the other’s belly replayed in his head prompting Chris to glance down at Leon’s stomach.
It was definitely straining against the other’s loose black shirt now, the dip of his belly button tantalizing visible against the fabric and Chris can’t help but swallow his throat feeling dry.
It was usually like this when either of them returned from a mission, months of time away from each other without even being allowed a call usually meant that when they were together again it was hard to pull away from one another.
Honestly that’s how Chris explains it to himself at least it made sense, and felt better than the alternative.
It’s about 30 minutes or so into the movie when Chris realizes that Leon is quiet the other having fallen asleep all but curled into his side.
Although now that he’s paying attention to the other he does catch a different noise, an almost thick boiling gurgling that coiled in the air. His gaze goes to Leon then noting the pale tinge to his face.
Sweat lines the other’s forehead, that slight scrunching Leon would get to his nose whenever he wasn’t having a peaceful or restful sleep standing out to Chris.
He’s gentle as he feels Leon’s forehead not wanting to wake him.
The fever doesn’t surprise him honestly, and he gently shushes Leon when the other groans softly into his neck.
Chris doesn’t mind letting Leon stay like this for a bit, knowing that the other was tired. Although he does pause in the middle of absentmindedly rubbing Leon’s stomach when the other begins hiccuping.
The noise is soft at first, and Chris finds his own face feeling hot. He could practically hear Leon teasing him over thinking something like this was cute.
“Ugh…” Leon opened his eyes a bit blinking a tad dazed. His stomach felt like shit and to tell the truth so did he, he’d been run over before and honestly it kinda felt a bit like how he felt now.
When a wave of nausea washed over him he reached down pausing when he found a hand already on his stomach.
It takes him a second to remember that he’s home, right home with Chris.
“Well aren’t you grabby tonight,” Leon mumbled, narrowing his eyes. The hiccups won’t stop and it’s not helping anything really, if anything it’s making the nausea worse.
Chris chuckled, “Can you blame me, haven’t seen you in awhile.”
He does keep a careful eye on Leon for a moment, his expression turning serious for a minute. He knew what to keep an eye out for when the other felt sick, having dealt with holding the other’s hair the times alcohol got the best of him.
Claire and him were usually the two taking care of things when Leon was sick although it wasn’t only them.
Leon grunts in response, slumping a bit before looking up at the movie although he doesn’t take Chris’s hands off of his stomach, it did feel somewhat nice to some extent.
Leon sighed. “How long was I out?”
“Not long, you seemed to need it.” It was Chris’s turn to sigh especially when Leon moved a bit curling forward to put his head in his hands.
Somewhere in the back of Leon’s mind, despite the fact he felt like shit and was home, off duty. Like always that voice was there in the back of his mind whispering that he was fine, he could walk it off and simply keep going.
No matter what he of all people should keep going.
He doesn’t feel Chris get up and grab a trash can to place by the sofa, his mind practically chanting at him that maybe he’d feel better if he just had a sip of whiskey. It was always when he felt like shit that it felt as if everything he tried to tuck away would come back to bite him.
He startled a tad when Chris sits back down with a blanket he’d gotten off of Leon’s drawing chair upstairs, which he wraps around Leon carefully.
Leon is quiet as he lets Chris hold him close to his side again.
“Claire bet you were a German shepherd while I bet Mine coon a few years ago y’know.”
Leon’s brain stalls for a minute clearing even though the illness does not. “You placed bets on what animal I reminded you of?”
He does his best not to think of what Chris was doing it wouldn’t work if he did, he trusted Chris and so he lets himself go along with it.
“Who won?” Leon asked squeezing his eyes and swallowing thickly when another wave of nausea roiled in his gut, a low growl coming from it.
He gives a shudder when he feels Chris’s hand gently slip beneath his shirt to rest on his stomach.
“Claire did,” Chris chuckled.
“Fuck you.” Leon huffed softly which made Chris laugh.
When Leon goes quiet Chris looks at him taking note of the fact that he’s pretty pale still the greyish green tinge on his skin looking even more sickly in the soft glow of the tv.
Beneath his hand the other’s stomach is active practically violently so as Chris carefully continues to rub across the bloated surface, his hand moves in gentle circles.
Chris does pause for a moment when the other moaned softly, the noise feeling like a live wire directly on his spine.
Leon’s eyes cracked open with a grimace and he swallowed thickly, he can practically taste bile bubbling at the back of his throat tinging his mouth with a bitter and chalky taste that didn’t give his nausea any favors.
Leon’s stomach lurches a loud almost wet nauseating growl bubbling out from the upset organ.
Chris reaches down grabbing the trash can for the other. Leon’s breathing is ragged, practically panting as he sits there eyes closed and Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
Chris doesn’t know what it is, maybe the feverish flush tinging Leon’s cheeks. The way sweat is slicking his skin, or even the ragged breathing.
It’s not helped at all when Leon leans forward over the trash can Chris had moved for him, a thin thread of glistening drool lazily dripping from his lips.
Chris closes his eyes trying to distract himself for a moment although his eyes snap open again when Leon retches.
The noise is harsh, and wet nearly gargling up the back of Leon’s throat.
Chris cringed as his hand moved to Leon’s back and hair, he stroked the other man’s hair back from his forehead, gently shushing him when a soft whine left his mouth.
Wet coughs left Leon spluttering and hacking for a moment, gasping for air and tears gathering on his lashes.
He gives a choked gag a wet stew-like mess sprayed from his lips sloshing into the mess already in the bottom of the trash can.
For a moment he simply sits there shoulders hitching with soft empty gags, hollow burps leaving his lips as he sniffled feeling even more miserable than he had before throwing up.
“Think you can hold down something for the fever and headache,” Chris asked as he tilted his head a bit to peer into Leon’s face.
He hands him a tissue to clean his face a bit. Leon shrugged in response which Chris took as a maybe.
Leon lets Chris take the trash can for a moment as he gives his body a minute to settle simply listening to the gentle noise of the other man moving around the house.
His stomach aches that feeling of nausea more of a nagging slosh in the background at the moment.
The harsh throbbing in his head combining with haziness from the fever eventually making him feel as if he’s drifting on a sea of static.
He opened his eyes upon Chris’s returning with a glass of water and fever reducers.
“Thanks,” he rasped, taking the items. He cleared his throat, cringing at how raw it felt.
“Since you got cleared it’s probably just a normal bug you picked up at the airport,” Chris sighed as he sat back down on the sofa. “Not like this would be a first for either of us.”
There had been a few times after missions where they’d returned home and whether due to them not being in such a stressful environment or something as simple as food poisoning that they’d wind up sick.
Chris smiled softly when Leon quietly laid against his side.
“Still annoying as hell,” Leon grunted, he turned his head muffling a sour sounding burp into his hand.
Chris knows they’re in for a long night so he just makes sure the other is as comfortable as possible.
Summary: Kieran suffers a small bout of food poisoning while neglecting his usual self care. (Takes place during the Teal mask/ Blueberry academy arc before the protagonist arrives.)
Fine.
Kieran was fine. He was just fine. He had this completely under control and it would be fine.
He tells himself this even as he finds himself stumbling away from where he’d been standing in the field surveying the area for a potential training space.
He’d felt off since last night at least he vaguely thinks so, burning the candle at both ends rarely resulted in feeling the best.
Still to clear his head Kieran had choked down some random food in his dorm’s mini fridge before passing out for a few hours. Which did very very little to dent his already massive insomnia induced sleep deprivation.
In fact he’d tossed and turned in his sleep small body cloaked with sweat unbeknownst to him, his stomach angrily tossing and churning cramping as it bloated due to the tainted food.
He’d woke up feeling sluggish and a tad queasy, nothing new and Kieran knew that once he got to work it would start easing up. It always did.
It had been fine, completely and utterly under control until he stepped outside. Kieran was used to the humidity and heat back home but for some reason the moment he’d stepped outside it had felt as if the heat was making the contents of his stomach boil.
Even Kieran had felt the wave of nausea roll through his gut as it twisted with a cramp, it had almost made him shiver truthfully. The way the cold had rolled over him, blood draining from his face in an instant.
His hand had brushed his stomach briefly as he stared into space for a moment, muffling a sour rumbling burp into his fist he’d spit off to the side before taking a deep breath in.
He does his damnedest to ignore it, the fact that his stomach feels awful, churning and bubbling so sickeningly with nausea that even his breathing stutters for a moment as he puts all his strength into making his stomach stop lurching slightly.
Fine. He was fine. What was a little sickness in the face of power anyway. Kieran wouldn’t have been the first person to attempt to power through food poisoning really. Figured that one of the few times he ate actual food it’d bite him in the damn ass.
He’d sluggishly managed to make it to the field by keeping his eye on the prize. Training.
If he’d just started training he could lose himself in the flow of it all. Of the sensation of power, the high of adrenaline as he attempted to hone every part of him to perfection.
He’d made it alright, in fact the moment he had his stomach had made a low wet sickly gurgling, and he’d softly gagged eyes closing as he slapped a hand over his mouth.
Swaying in place for a few moments.
Which was why he had wound up in his current position, trying to obscure himself as much as possible behind the nearby tree. Curled over and a arm tightly around his stomach as he leaned over bracing himself on his knees.
His brain was practically blaring like an alarm, a combination of disgust and annoyance at his own stupidity.
A burp bubbles up from between his pale trembling lips as he tucks his strand of dark hair behind his ear, it was a relief he wore it tied back lately.
The burp tasted sour, and weirdly greasy on his tongue. His stomach feels tight, bloated heavily as it swirled around the barely digested tainted food.
A slow shaky groan slips from pale trembling lips as skin prickles at his skin, a rush of cold washing over him and making him tremble.
It forces him to his knees trees unshed involuntarily tears gathering in his eyes as drool began to seep from his lips into the grass.
The salvia drips in a thread or two from his mouth, leaving his lips glossy and wet.
Hesitantly he rubs at his stomach a bit, more so to relieve the pain but also the buzzing sensation welling in his chest.
Panic.
Fuck.
Gritting his teeth Kieran wants to curse as he squeezes his eyes shut, his breathing turning into a shudder as his belly lurched violently beneath his arm.
A burp tears up his throat from the very pit of his stomach, sounding and feeling raw as the mess of tainted food rained down thick into the grass.
He wanted to get it over with. But he refused to panic, he couldn’t.
It wasn’t an option.
Kieran should’ve know something was wrong considering he deluded himself into thinking he had those, especially while he was currently retching up congealed slimy pile after congealed slimy pile of vomit into the grass simply because he’s been so tunnel visioned to check a fucking expiration date.
The buzzing sensation that had been in his chest has him begin hiccuping, as if the panic had trapped itself in his gut.
The hiccups start off hollow, progressively getting airy before seemingly catching as it turned wet and rumbling, the noise gurgling in Kieran’s throat as the final wave of vomit splashed into that grass.
He’s trembling violently as he barely holds himself up over his own pile of vomit. He feels like he’s freezing teeth chattering as his nose runs and threads of bile and saliva trickles from his pale lips.
His face is startlingly pale, the color of spoiled milk. And honestly as he remembers the faint off color and taste to his food last night his body lurched in a full retch.
The noise is vile, wet and choked even though nothing comes up.
Eventually Kieran does sit back however, pale and shaky nausea still sloshing in his stomach although some of the bloating had gone down so at least he no longer felt like he ate a balloon.
For once in a little while since he arrived at Blueberry Academy Kieran is willing to admit he needs a bit of a break. Even if it’s only a day.
Okay but Leon semi conscious in pain kinda delirious just like halfway collapsed on the ground having been leaned up against a wall, his like caretaker attempting to call for some evac or something.
Leon feeling sick to out of it to say anything, knowing he’s gonna puke but doing his best to force it back however he can. Hand like clumsily gripping his stomach before he kinda just leans over and gives one of those cute soft choked gags and lets the vomit fall on the ground.
Only getting caught when one of those really loud gross burps hit him in the middle of it and he starts coughing the caretaker just turning around like wtf cause they didn’t know that he was throwing up, Leon of course couldn’t say anything and they didn’t hear the soft splashing of vomit on the ground cause they were on Comms.
I don’t know if you’re into this sorry if you’re not, but do you think Leon is a loud puker or quiet
Loud, I feel like he’s the type who tries his damnedest to muffle is but once he actually starts retching it goes downhill. Although I do like the thought of him being out of it and starting off with like those cute quiet soft gags and like whoever is with him only realizing he’s in the middle of puking because they hear him burp loudly in the middle of it👁️👁️
YOUR LEON FIC WAS SO GOOD AAAHUFGHHHH. I’ve been scouring for WEEKS for a good Leon sickfic and if you’re still rotting over him I would SO read another one oh my godddddauugghh
If you have any headcanons or brainrotting thoughts about sicky leon, I’d love to hear them. I feel like he’d be super burpy when he’s nauseous and HATE when it happens around other people. I can imagine him sitting with a fist to his mouth trying to stifle every uncomfortable hiccup and burp that makes its way up, just for things to get more uncontrollable until he’s finally slammed with the immediate need to throw up. I could totally see RE9 era Leon (and even RE4?) with a poker face when not feeling so good, maybe a discreet little hand on his tummy. But RE2 Leon wouldn’t be able to mask the discomfort🥺poor baby.
I’m rambling but I’m just so happy someone else sees the vision of Leon suffering this way lol. Happiest weekend to you!
Omg yeah he is still rotting my brain😭 he’s been in my brain rotting it since the GameCube existed RE9 just made it even worse 😭I’m glad you enjoyed it❤️
One hundred percent on RE2 Leon honestly like you just know he’s sitting there looking miserable as hell when he thinks no one is around, pale in the face embarrassed.
I do have a cute thought of like if the outbreak happened a tad later like a few weeks or two or he arrived before shit hit the fan he’d definitely be showing up after the welcoming party trying to pretend he’s not feeling like shit while like Marvin chuckles nudging a trash can over to him making Leon look like a kicked puppy cause he got caught feeling bad.
RE 4 Leon definitely gets better at his poker face when his stomach is upset but I feel like if he’s been feeling off for a bit his coordination is always the first thing to take a hit, with the second biggest thing being brain fog from fever and like finally him being weirdly quiet.
Like Leon loves making jokes and puns to himself in general whether it be in the games or even like the cgi movies so usually if he’s around someone he knows and he’s weirdly quiet for no reason something’s definitely up.
I like to think that’s something consistent about RE4 and on wards for him headcanon wise but he just gets a bit better at running down the clock.
So I can imagine him feeling unbelievably nauseous, just sitting there with his eyes closed and not saying anything because there’s a 50/50 chance he’s gonna either gag or puke everywhere. So he’d basically go quiet early and that combined with the fact that he’d be turning nearly green in the face. Then eventually he’s just head in hands and puking through the gaps in his fingers.
He probably get a bit better at holding back noise too except hiccups I just really think the image of him being someone who hiccups when nauseous is so so cute😭 I feel like he tried holding back hiccups once and it just made his stomach ache a fuck ton worse.
If RE4 Leon is the one who goes quiet too soon when nauseous then i feel like RE9 Leon has a problem when he tries to keep up the facade he’s fine to the point he won’t shut up even when his voice is wavering from nausea until he just retches while talking and gets puke all over the floor. Prone to indigestion more easily for sure, tends to get pretty bloated this is something he and RE6 Leon have in common.
Summary: Set between the events of RE 9 and RE8 village where Leon and Chris finally get some time to themselves to hang out
Leon’s body wasn’t in the best shape, truthfully, hadn’t been for years, but he’d like to think that after at least a few years or so sober, his body had started healing to some degree.
Hangovers were never pretty, but this time while he stumbles into awareness and wakefulness he realizes that he doesn’t feel hung over.
Being hung over carried a distinctive feeling Leon knew like the back of his hand, especially with how much it felt like it mocked him.
The pounding headaches the taste of regret that would soak his body so thoroughly when it was cloaked with sweat that smelled of whisky.
Yeah he was used to it. Which is why he knows that this feeling, the one that greets him upon opening his eyes this time is different.
He lays there for a moment the world a tad hazy around him as his hand wanders upward to rest on his belly.
It was bare…no shirt…
Ah right it took him a second to remember but he realized that he was home in bed. And from the darkness in his bedroom it was still nighttime.
Leon sighed leaning his head back although he scowled when he noticed that he felt a bit strange.
Not exactly bad, kinda queasy which wasn’t surprising considering he’d gone to a bar with Chris to hang out and just play darts and pool.
Leon had abstained from drinking that night but with excitement and happiness in the air he hadn’t realized how much food he wound up gorging himself on.
Pretzels, pizzas, chips, hot wings, the works really. Then again, with how busy he was, such a luxury that was peaceful free time available for him to hang out with friends was worth feeling like a beached whale for a bit.
By the end of the night he’d been sluggish and exhausted but also packed full in a strangely nice way. All the food becoming a comfortable mass in his gut before he passed out in bed once he got home.
That had been a few hours ago however when he’d woken up now it had been to that same mass of food sitting heavily in his belly as it actively gurgled and growled noisily around it.
Beneath his hand he noticed how tight his stomach was, having domed out beneath his fingers as it gurgled like a bubbling pot. Not to mention the heaviness as well as if someone had placed rocks in his gut.
He flinched, giving a soft hiss when a loud hiccup slipped from between his slightly parted lip.
The sickening heaviness in his gut seemed as if it wouldn’t leave him alone and he grimaced when his fingers pressed on a section of his bloated gut that had a harsh ache rolling through his body.
It stabbed at his core with cold precision before blooming outwards in a way that stole his breath.
“Shit…” Leon whispered to himself clutching a bit tighter at his stomach.
For a moment he closed his eyes, swallowing when that cold slimy queasiness that had been hiding in the background since he woke up seemed to swiftly rise swelling like an ocean wave.
Nausea rolled through his belly like a storm clouds over the ocean, Leon gave another thick swallow when his stomach made an almost unhappy burbling noise.
That wasn’t good…not at all.
A gurgling belch rolled out of his mouth from the near deepest pits of his stomach, the noise leaving his throat stinging and the sour taste of something spoiled in the back of his throat.
The realization has Leon cursing softly, of course the one time in a few months he had the chance for time off and took it he got food poisoning. It was just his luck.
Another shuddering breath leaves his lips as his gut roils, the mass of food that refused to break down and digest feeling as though a boulder were being pushed up a hill.
Leon shivers slightly when the cold air gently brushes across his clammy sweat covered skin.
He opens one eye gaze going to the bathroom door and then a nearby trash can across the room.
He finds his hand on his stomach once more attempting to slow down what would inevitably have to happen.
He closed his eyes against another swell of nausea that rolled through him tugging a soft whimper from his lips.
His adams apple bobs in his throat at another particular wet swallow as he seemed to be fighting the inevitable with tooth and nail especially when his stomach lurched slightly beneath his hand.
A tinge of stinging stomach acid splashed at the back of his throat, hot, sour and slimy.
Leon’s other hand comes up to cover his own mouth when the retaste of the tainted food in his gut makes him gag. His body lurches forward with a retch immediately afterwards as he grips the edge of the bed with one hand trying to swallow back the coppery tasty pools of salvia rapidly filling his mouth.
He managed to sit up on the edge of the bed, and the sudden change of gravity leaves him reeling eyes fluttering for a moment as a dizzying nausea grips him so tightly it leaves him disoriented.
A low nauseated groan slips from his mouth as he sways in place, his breathing ragged. He hears his belly give a sickly growling noise like a pop of water giving one last time before it overflows.
The first retch has him lurching forward to the point he nearly slides off the bed, as thick paste like vomit coats the hand he still had pressed over his mouth spraying through the cracks between his fingers before splattering on the hardwood floor.
He shuddered in disgust cringing as he quickly lowered his hand trying to ignore the slimy, oatmeal like sensation of his own stomach contents slipping between his fingers.
It was almost searing hot and absolutely vile.
For a second Leon sits there panting and swallowing rapidly, eyes glassy with unshed tears.
But he can’t move even though he’s attempting to will his body to at least try stumbling to the trash can, it’s almost like it was locked up.
As another wave of violent nausea rolls over him, cold and slimy as it curls around his gut within the very pits of it leaving goosebumps on his arms.
He groans resigning himself to his fate as he shakily manages to lean forward just a bit more when hiccups began jolting his stomach, each one growing increasingly wet before a long, heavy burp rolled out of him reeking of nothing but sickness and nausea that left more of that thick lumpy beige vomiting spewing from his lips.
It splattered heavily on the floor, almost in a congealed pile, what pieces of food that had been off when he’d gorged himself on them at the bar seemed as if they hadn’t even tried to digest.
Shaking, groaning loudly and shivering Leon manages to slide from the edge of the bed, to his hands and knees on the floor over the mess. Tendrils of drool drip lazily from his mouth adding a glossy sheen to the congealed vomit on the floor.
Leon wrapped an arm around his stomach, his blue eyes squeezed closed and tears clinging to his lashes as he does his best to ride with the nausea, not fight it.
He knows that giving in is the best way to make it stop, he knows that getting it out of him is probably the best course of action considering the food was tainted and a lost cause but fuck if he doesn’t hate it.
It’s not even the lost of control that was the issue, but more so that it felt like life was ready to kick him down the stairs at every corner. A punishment for his own survival.
Leon began coughing curling into a ball when it felt like a vice grip was squeezing his stomach, his face draining of color even more.
He hears a voice at least he thinks he does forcing his eyes open to see Chris approaching from the living room where he’s passed out on the sofa asleep earlier at first the other looked half asleep until he saw the mess on the floor and the state Leon was in.
“Woah! Shit okay,” The other man approached rather quickly crouching down beside Leon. His hands reached out hesitantly pausing only for a moment before resting his hand on the other’s back.
Despite his current state of misery Leon squinted up at Chris before managing to speak. “How…the hell are you fine?” He moaned his throat working as he swallowed convulsively. As if that would stop his stomach from aching like a balloon long overfilled and churning like a mixing bowl at full blasted.
Chris gave a soft chuckle. “Can handle anything after eating the stuff Claire made when we were kids.”
Leon gave a sickly groan leaning forward when he gagged threads of bile dripping from his lips, still trying to keep the mess in one place.
Chris cringed, his eyes roving over Leon for a moment assessing him, the heavily glazed look in the other’s eyes, the way his breathing was coming out in ragged panting accompanied by wet swallows as the drool trickling from his lips seemed to speed up.
Leon’s back arched beneath Chris’s hand as the other went to the man’s bangs holding them back for him, somewhere in very distant back of his mind Chris thinks something about all this, the way Leon looks feels kinda right although he ignores that thought more focused on helping the other.
Leon whimpered a high pitched broken noise much like a kicked dog, a he shivered limbs shaking as he found himself leaning into Chris’s touch. Grounding. It felt nice really nice.
“Think your done,” Chris asked after a moment even though Leon’s condition seemed about the same.
The other, as if to answer him, gives a rumbling thick belch that seems to come up from the bit of his stomach.
The sound reeking of sheer nausea and stomach acid before throwing up one final wave that splattered onto the floor.
It’s thick, much like paste or batter that hadn’t been mixed properly, a clear sign of the tainted food that’d refused to digest and settle in his gut.
Leon groaned loudly and Chris catches him when the other’s shaking limbs just about collapse under him.
He lets Leon lean back against him panting, glassy blue eyes filled with unshed tears as his body trembled from exertion.
“Stomach hates me…” Leon mumbled as he simply laid there trying to get his bearings.
Chris gives an amused snort as he holds him his thumb carefully rubbing
gentle soothing circles into the side of Leon’s neck, fingers passing over his pulse occasionally.
It was too fast which made sense considering things didn’t make the worry Chris felt for the other any less prominent though.
“You need some electrolytes, think you can move? Or y'know want me to go get them?” Chris asked after a few moments of Leon simply laying in his arms, eyes closed.
Leon cracked his eyes open a bit his hand pausing in the middle of rubbing his own stomach as the color drained from his face at the thought of sticking anything in it right now. He’s quick to cover his mouth with his other hand shaking his head after a soft choked gag managed to leave his lips.
“Not yet,” he mumbled, eventually closing his eyes again but opened them glancing up questioningly when he felt Chris’s hand on his forehead.
“You feel warm,” Chris sighed to which Leon rolled his eyes at his body’s attempts to kill him.
“Just…stay here for a bit. Don’t wanna move yet,” Leon murmured softly, feeling the adrenaline rush seeping away from his body leaving only the cold and exhaustion.
A feeling Leon was admittedly used to considering his work but it was no less harsh on him especially as he aged.
“And to think when I asked if you wanted me to stay the night you spoke like a husky,” Chris couldn’t help but tease Leon a bit for being dramatic earlier that night when he’d come over to continue their outing when they left the bar.
Leon opened one eye a bit as he looked at Chris, “Keeping the carpet clean is a nightmare.”
To which Chris laughed a bit before falling silent knowing Leon needed a bit of rest before wanting to be moved right now.
