OMG OK I RAN HERE AS FAST AS I COULD (It's RK800downloading BTW, I just can't post asks from my other dgwjdgJHW ANYWAYS)!!
Could I please have a mer/human where the human is Leon Kennedy from the re4 remake! Could the story direction be desperate (hehehehe) with the dealer's choice for a location? and uh...
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i’m so glad you requested!!! i hope you enjoyed it and anyone reading this go read their fic dressed in blue it’s a leon x reader and one of my favorites!!!
After Spain, Leon’s seen nightmares take on new forms. First the undead then you have parasites running amok and taking you over while you’re still alive and breathing. He won’t even mention the regeneradors. He’d take bugs over those freaks any day of the month.
But this, he thinks, is the worst nightmare of them all. He can’t shoot it. Running from it won’t change what’s going on, not like he could leave you behind in this hellhole anyway.
“Let it go.”
Leon’s teeth ache with how hard his jaw clenches, but he doesn’t turn to regard Chris. His eyes stay on you, curled up in the corner of the tank and fast asleep. He can tell by the marks on your arms, you’d been dragged out for testing. His stomach twists when he takes in the raw stripes slowly fading from your wrists.
Thing’s a fighter. That tail of her is slippery—sent two scientists across the room and broke an arm!
“You’ve gotta stop visiting, Leon,” Chris sighs, walking over to join him on the bench. The light casted through the water in your tank ripples over them, leaving everyone a muddled blue. “It’s only gonna make things worse.”
He had never planned to come back to this laboratory. It was an order to pop in, give all the intel on the latest virus monsters overseas and get out. The head honcho had dragged him across the lengthy walk of the building, begging him to see the latest creature born from a new strain of virus.
You may not be completely human anymore, but the minute he saw your eyes through the glass he knew you’d had a life. A family. You didn’t deserve all these bullshit tests—all these strangers crowding you, dissecting you.
“She’s a victim of the virus and they’re treating her like an animal,” he hissed, glaring at Chris from the side. “This is Sherry all over again.”
“You can’t save everyone.”
That’s a fact he strives to prove wrong every damn mission and every mission he fails some way or another.
“She’s not getting out of here, Leon. You need to let this go and move on. She’ll be shipped off to a new lab at some point.”
“How can you turn away from this?” Its genuine question and one he doesn’t need an answer to. The day he’s able to shut his eyes to nightmares like this, that's the day he’s just like every monster he puts down.
“It’s out of our hands. I’m sorry,” Chris says, patting his shoulder before heading out of the room. The door echoes as it slams closed.
When Leon looks back to you, you’ve turned over, your tail’s uncurled now but you keep your arms close to your chest.
A new ache forms when he sees you smile, slowly leaning forward to begin to swim towards the glass that separates you both. He pushes from the bench, meeting you there and huffing when you raise a hand and lay it on the glass. He mirrors it.
Your eyes brighten a bit, your free arm raising to showcase a thumbs up. By the way your expression twists, he can tell you’re asking a question.
Okay?
He doesn’t understand how you can ask that, wearing the bruises and cuts that you do. The few days he’s spent visiting you, he’s found you’re rather good at reading lips.
“I’m gonna get you out of here,” he says quietly, going slow as your eyes sink to his mouth. When you understand, your eyes widen and you shake your head.
“I am,” he says, hand pressing harder against the glass. “Right now.”
With Chris here, there’s already a distraction. It’s gonna be messy but he’s gotten through worse.
“Swim to the corner. Cover your ears.”
You do. Tail whipping through the water with a strength he marvels. Your hair floats, twisting around your head as you turn to watch him, hands coming up to cover your ears.
He backs up a few steps, drawing his gun. Maybe he could shoot his way out of this.
Three bullets is all it takes, the blasts echoing as glass cracks before shattering. A wave of water follows a breath behind, pushing him all the way into the wall. In the chaos, he sees your body get sucked with the current, it drags you straight into his arms as the water drains out the doors and into the hall. An alarm sounds.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he says, smiling as he lifts you into his arms. You pant, shaking your head.
“You’re insane,” you say and everything melts, ears burning at the sound of your voice. He’s awestruck before your hands cup both his cheeks, warm and wet. “I knew I liked you.”
Your lip meld against his and he gasps like he’s the one stuck under water all day and night. The shirt they gave you is paper thin, chest heaving into his. The arm supporting your back shifts, he smoothed his palm up your back and groans as your tongue slips and your skin shivers.
The slight claws that have grown from your fingernails, scratch gently against his scalp and he about forget where the hell he is—the fact you two are in the middle of a breakout.
Everything runs through his mind. He tries to remember the exit out, he wonders how far the two of you can ever go in your mutated state and how that is the last thing that matters. As long as you're safe. Preferably wrapped up in his arms.
“I can only stay out of water for a few hours.” You moan as he nips your bottom lip.
“Plenty of time for fun, then,” he chuckles and laughs when your tail slaps against his calf. “Alright. Let’s get you out of here, gorgeous.”
