It wasn't your first time having your arms wrapped around Leon S. Kennedy.
This so-called stoic agent had offered you a ride the first time you expressed interest in his baby, his motorbike. One day had gone by like a flickering flame, you barely remembered the files you were handling or the classified documents that had you queasy at every read as you archived them continuously. Working on the same floor as Leon was usually more eventful, being part of the DSO came with more gossip than the average person might realise… but all that had happened was three coffees, ten too long bathroom breaks, and stinging eyes as you finally waved the building goodbye, already prepared to fall face first on your mattress.
Seven o'clock. Seven nineteen to be exact. You were taken aback by the weather, or maybe it was the wind that whipped in the air from a vehicle passing right at the front door, totally not hazardous whatsoever. You were going to walk to your car, until you noticed who it was, what is was…
Leon, on a bike. His 90's boyband hairstyle was recognisable from any angle and it didn't take long for you to start ogling… his bike. Not him. But that beautiful shiny bike. You just stared for a moment, and soon-to-realise fortunately for you, he had immediately stopped after it registered that he sped past a civilian, taking a quick glace back to make sure no one got hurt.
Typical.
His eyes met yours, but your eyes met the gleam of the paint, so he followed your gaze… and a tiny smirk arouse. "Want a ride?" He asked. You paused everything, "…What? On that you mean-" he cut you off with a barely noticeable shrug, "Yeah."
You lit up, a smile rising to your cheeks, suddenly you weren't as tired as you thought. You nodded as you walked up to him, this was the closest you had ever been to an agent, or specifically, him. Leon handed you a helmet that was tucked behind the back, you took it slowly, contemplating your words, "Look, I know you're being nice and all but… I don't plan to look like a loser." His face was mixed between amusement and disbelief, "Come on, don't be ridiculous-" "This is gonna make me look ridiculous-" You retorted.
He threw his hands up as he took the helmet back, he did not feel like arguing today. You hopped on the seat him after he patted it like a baby's behind, then grabbed your arms and hooked them around his torso himself as he muttered, "hold tight." You tensed for a split second before hugging him accordingly… damn, he was beefier than you thought.
"Next time… maybe wear a helmet yourself so I wouldn't feel so left out." You said sassily. He kicked off the gravel and slowly began to accelerate, "next time?" He raised an eyebrow, he didn't even need to elaborate - he knew what he was doing, smug motherfucker. You furrowed your brows just enough for him to notice and leaned your head closer to his ear to speak over the wind, but no counter came to mind, simply glaring softly against his peripheral.
The corners of his lips lifted, and you took the opportunity spoke before he could say anything, "No introduction needed."
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"You know how people say that you'll meet the one when you least expect it?… I mean it's still bullshit but I will admit maybe they were onto something." You talked to Leon's ear.
A year later, complicated feelings, free drinks and free rides led you to this, a relationship with Leon. Something you'd once considered impossible.
You had your arms wrapped around him closely now, feeling along his torso as you idled at a red light. Leon leaned back into your touch, turning his head to look at you in the radiant sunrise, "That's surprising," he said. "What's surprising?" "You never admit to anything." You scoffed lightly, puffing your cheeks and smushing it against his shoulder. "Shush."
He hummed pleased, "Yes ma'am." The traffic light flashed green, Leon held onto one of your hands as he steered the bike around the corner, heading down the highway to a quieter road travelling along the mountain side. You both liked to go on rides early in the morning, just another way to spend time together before the day crashed down on you again. Leon eventually cruised calmly along a straight road, relaxing his shoulders as he stared out on the horizon.
You turned to rest your chin forward on his shoulder, watching him closely but absentmindedly through the side mirror, your eyes half lidded… he caught you, his own softening as he pressed his lips together to hide his smile. He quickly pecked your temple a few times before focusing back on the road, "Don't go falling asleep now, I'm not holding you this time." You pecked his cheek back, "don't tempt me, maybe I need some more TLC."
He shook his head slightly as he chuckled, "You're spoilt."
Another couple minutes go by in silence until something came over you.
Was it all the movies you had been watching?
Was it the risk alluring you?
Maybe you weren't awake enough to think clearly.
You held tightly onto his shoulders and made your move. You carefully maneuvered around Leon's hips, shifting until you were sitting on his thighs in the front. The bike trembled as he attempted to stabilise it, eyes widening in surprise until finally you had stopped moving to look right at him. His gaze shifted between you and the road ahead, shaking his head again, "This is dangerous," he murmured, but he didn't look all that upset. "You drive drunk, I'm sure you can handle a girl," you grinned almost mockingly in his face.
"A beautiful girl," you expanded, "beautiful lady," Leon corrected.
He exhaled a chuckle as he leaned in, "You're stupid."
His lips met yours in a rush, but the kiss itself was slow, impactful. He coasted 20, way below the speed limit for his personal taste, keeping his eyes opened ever so slightly. As much as he loved you, he was not idiotic enough to let something happen to you over a reckless kiss. You leaned further into him as you tilted your head, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist, breaking the kiss momentarily just to end up taking more.
One of Leon's hands glided against your back, feeling along the bones of your spine. His body heated along with your own, emitting enough to feel the pleasure coming from both of you, you kept lapping at each others tongues softly until the bike stopped moving…
Wait, the bike stopped moving?
You both immediately broke apart like your future kids had caught you, listening to the tank sporadically try to use up the air inside it like fuel.
"…Oh shit." You whispered. "Oh shit is right-" Leon unhooked you from around him, setting you down onto the bike to crank the steer stopper. He stood silently, his eyebrows tightening in that how you like to say, sexy intellectual way. He took out his phone and sent a quick message, you leaned forward slightly to glance at the name.
"Um… don't worry someone will come," He began to say, "Someone?" You deadpanned. "Okay and that someone may be a whole chopper, so what?" You exhaled, you couldn't contain it, you had to laugh as you facepalmed, "Oh my fucking god, Leon. I told you to put fuel in it-"
He immediately kissed you again, one hand on your cheek, the other on the seat right next to your behind, practically threatening to touch you. You could feel his cheeks going taught as he tried to keep composure, "But we don't have to rush now."
You attempted to speak out but were muffled by his insistence, "Leon-!… We-… mmm…"
Your older brother's best friend. Your family's unofficial third child. The boy who spent every summer at the lake house and somehow never stopped getting under your skin.
Now he's back. After a mission in Spain which you saw pieces about on the news & in the paper.
Three months under the same roof. One lake house. One very long summer.
And some things can only go unsaid for so long.
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⚠️ WARNINGS / TAGS ⚠️
18+ / MDNI
• Older Brother's Best Friend • Slow Burn • Mutual Pining • Summer Romance • Age Gap (6 years) • Emotional Angst • Family Friends • Jealous Leon Kennedy • References to trauma • References to past relationships • Alcohol consumption • Eventual mature themes • Lots of yearning • Everyone knows except them
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The screen door slams so hard behind you that the entire porch shudders, the old wood groaning in protest as the frame rattles against its hinges.
Good.
Let it shake.
Let something else feel as unsettled as you do.
You storm down the steps, each footfall heavy and deliberate, the worn boards creaking beneath your weight. The air is thick with the scent of lake water and sun-warmed pine, but it does nothing to soothe the heat simmering under your skin. Your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, fingers digging into your sides as if you can physically contain the frustration clawing its way through you.
The dock stretches out ahead, sun-bleached and familiar, and you march straight onto it without slowing.
The lake is beautiful this morning.
It always is.
The surface glitters under the bright summer sun, a thousand fractured reflections dancing across the water. Gentle waves lap rhythmically against the wooden pilings, the soft, repetitive sound usually enough to quiet your thoughts. Somewhere in the distance, a boat engine sputters to life, its low hum carrying across the open water. Birds call from the treeline, their cries sharp and clear in the stillness.
Normally, this place calms you down.
Normally, it feels like breathing.
Today, it feels like nothing.
Because all you can hear—over the water, over the wind, over everything—is his voice.
Don't talk about things you know nothing about.
The words echo in your head, sharp and cutting, replaying over and over until they feel etched into your skull.
Like he hadn’t just spent twenty minutes grilling you.
Like he hadn’t walked back into your life after a year and immediately started acting like he knew better than everyone else.
Like he hadn’t made you feel small.
Like he hadn’t made you feel twelve years old again—awkward and defensive and desperate to prove something you shouldn’t have to prove.
Your jaw tightens.
You kick at the edge of the dock.
Hard.
Your foot connects with the wood, the impact jarring up your leg as a spray of water splashes up in response, droplets catching the sunlight before falling back into the lake.
"Jerk," you mutter under your breath.
The lake offers no argument.
By the time you finally drag yourself back inside, your irritation hasn’t faded—it’s evolved, sharpened into something more restless, more persistent.
The house greets you with a strange, hollow quiet.
The kind that feels temporary.
Your parents’ voices drift faintly from somewhere outside, muffled by distance and walls. Tyler’s laughter echoes from the garage, loud and careless, followed by the clatter of something metallic hitting concrete.
Which means—
Good.
No Leon.
You don’t hesitate.
You take the stairs two at a time, your hand barely grazing the railing as you move quickly, like if you slow down even for a second, you might lose momentum—or worse, run into him again.
Your bedroom door slams shut behind you with a satisfying thud.
Immediately, you move.
Drawers slide open with sharp, impatient motions.
If everyone is so determined to spend the day at the lake, then fine.
You’ll spend the day at the lake.
Just not with him.
You yank open your dresser.
Fabric shifts under your hands—soft cotton, worn denim—until you find what you’re looking for.
A swimsuit.
You toss it onto the bed.
Another drawer.
A cover-up.
Another.
Sunscreen.
Everything lands in a growing pile, your movements quick and forceful, fueled by something that feels suspiciously like spite.
It’s ridiculous.
You know it is.
But it’s also—
Satisfying.
You strip off your shirt, the fabric sticking slightly to your skin from the heat, and pull on a black bikini top. The elastic snaps lightly against your back as you adjust it, your fingers moving faster than necessary.
Then shorts.
Then you pause.
Frown.
Change your mind.
You tug them off again, tossing them aside before grabbing a different pair.
Then you hesitate again.
Then change again.
A frustrated sound escapes you.
Why do you care?
Why does it matter?
The answer comes immediately.
Leon.
Of course it’s Leon.
Everything today somehow circles back to him.
Everything is his fault.
At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself.
You finally settle on a swimsuit and an oversized button-up, leaving it open as you shrug it on. The fabric hangs loosely off your shoulders, light and breezy, barely brushing your skin. You gather your hair into a messy ponytail, securing it with a quick, practiced motion.
The mirror catches your reflection.
Your cheeks are flushed, whether from the heat or your lingering anger, you’re not entirely sure.
Your eyes are sharp.
Annoyed.
Still thinking about him.
Which only makes you more annoyed.
"Fantastic," you mutter.
You grab your sunglasses, your tote bag, your phone—everything you need to make a quick escape—and head for the door.
You yank it open.
And immediately collide with something solid.
You stumble backward, a startled curse slipping from your lips as your balance falters—
Strong hands catch your elbows instantly.
Firm.
Steady.
Grounding you before you can fall.
Your breath catches in your throat.
Leon.
Of course it’s Leon.
Because apparently the universe has a sense of humor, and you are the punchline.
For a moment, everything freezes.
His hands are still on your arms, warm and solid.
Your hands are pressed against his chest, fingers splayed against the fabric of his shirt.
Too close.
Way too close.
The hallway suddenly feels narrower than it should.
Warmer.
Charged with something you don’t want to name.
His gaze drops, just for a second.
Taking in the swimsuit.
The open shirt.
The sunglasses dangling loosely from your fingers.
Then his eyes lift back to yours.
Something flickers there.
Something quick and unreadable.
Gone before you can catch it.
You step back immediately, pulling away like the contact burned.
Distance.
You need distance.
Leon lets go just as quickly, his hands falling away as if he’s just as aware of it as you are. One hand tightens slightly around the strap of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder, the other gripping a smaller bag at his side.
So he’s unpacking.
Good.
Maybe he’ll unpack.
And then leave.
Forever.
"What?" he asks, his voice calm, almost too calm.
You hadn’t realized you were glaring.
"I can’t believe you’re still here."
The corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s trying not to smile.
"There it is."
"There what is?"
"Thought maybe you lost your ability to be mean."
You scoff, crossing your arms again.
"Thought maybe you lost your ability to be annoying."
A faint smile appears.
Small.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
"I was gone for a year and that’s the welcome I get?"
"You were here thirty minutes before insulting me."
His jaw shifts slightly, the smile fading into something more neutral.
"I wasn’t insulting you."
"Oh, please."
"You weren’t exactly making it easy."
You stare at him, incredulous.
The nerve.
The absolute nerve.
"You started it."
A short laugh escapes him, genuine disbelief threading through it.
"I started it?"
"Yes."
"Y/n."
The way he says your name stops you cold.
Not teasing.
Not mocking.
Not softened into some nickname.
Just Y/n.
Low.
Steady.
And somehow heavier than anything else he’s said.
Your stomach flips in a way that is deeply, deeply unhelpful.
You hate that.
You hate him.
You especially hate that he looks—unfairly—good standing there, sunlight spilling through the hallway windows behind him, catching in his hair and outlining his frame.
His hair is a little longer than you remember, falling slightly into his eyes.
His shoulders are broader.
His posture more grounded.
His expression calmer.
More controlled.
Until you really look.
Then you see it.
The faint shadows under his eyes.
The tension in his jaw.
The way his shoulders hold just a little too tight, like he’s bracing against something unseen.
Like he’s holding himself together through sheer force of will.
For a brief, fleeting moment, something soft pushes against your anger.
Concern.
Sympathy.
Something you don’t want to feel.
You shut it down immediately.
"So where are they sticking you this year?" you ask, your tone sharper than necessary.
"The guest room."
"Poor guest room."
His eyebrow lifts slightly.
You shrug.
"It’s been nice knowing it."
The smile returns.
God.
You wish he’d stop doing that.
"I’ll let it know you said goodbye."
You roll your eyes.
"Maybe it’ll survive."
"Maybe."
Silence settles between you.
Thick.
Lingering.
Neither of you moves.
Which is ridiculous.
All he has to do is walk past you.
All you have to do is leave.
Instead, you both stay exactly where you are.
Looking at each other.
The tension shifts.
Softens.
Becomes something quieter.
Something heavier.
The kind that makes your pulse suddenly loud in your ears.
Leon glances briefly toward the staircase, then back at you.
"Still hate me?"
The question catches you off guard.
Not because he asked.
But because of how he asked it.
There’s no teasing in his voice.
No edge.
Just something honest.
Curious.
Like he actually wants to know.
Your mouth opens.
Then closes again.
"Depends."
"On?"
You cross your arms, holding onto the last scraps of your irritation like a shield.
"Whether or not you plan on interrogating me again."
Something flickers across his face.
Regret.
Quick.
Real.
Gone almost as soon as it appears.
His gaze drops for a second before lifting back to yours.
"I’m not interested in interrogating you."
The words should feel simple.
Harmless.
But they land heavier than expected.
For a moment, neither of you speaks.
The hallway feels smaller.
Closer.
His eyes stay on yours.
Steady.
Intent.
Like there’s something he wants to say.
Like he doesn’t know how.
Then—
"Y/N!"
Tyler’s voice explodes from downstairs, loud and abrupt, shattering the moment completely.
You both blink, the tension snapping like a stretched wire.
Reality rushes back in.
Thank God.
"Saved by the idiot," you mutter under your breath.
Leon’s quiet laugh follows you as you brush past him, the sound warm and familiar in a way that unsettles you more than anything else.
And as you head down the stairs, neither of you realizes that something has shifted.
Something subtle.
Something dangerous.
Because for the first time all morning, neither of you is angry anymore.
And that might be worse.
The staircase creaks beneath your feet as you make your way downstairs.
One hand trails along the smooth wooden banister polished by decades of summers, family gatherings, and bare feet running through the house.
Your pulse has finally started to settle.
Mostly.
Unfortunately, every few steps your brain decides to replay the hallway.
The way he said your name.
The way he looked at you.
The way he laughed.
You immediately shove the thoughts away.
Absolutely not.
Not happening.
Not today.
By the time you reach the bottom step, you've almost convinced yourself the entire interaction was meaningless.
Almost.
The familiar sounds of the lake house wrap around you again.
Your mother's laughter drifting in through the open windows.
Tyler yelling about something from outside.
The screen door opening and closing.
Life continuing exactly as it always has.
Normal.
Comfortable.
Safe.
You adjust your sunglasses on top of your head and head toward the back door.
Three months.
That's all.
Three months of Leon Kennedy under the same roof.
Three months of avoiding him.
Three months of not letting him get under your skin.
Easy.
You can do easy.
Outside, the lake sparkles beneath the afternoon sun.
Behind you, somewhere upstairs, a guest room door quietly clicks shut.
And neither of you realizes that this summer has already begun changing everything.
📅 KINKTOBER 2025 | DAY 20
🪞 “SEEN AND TAKEN”
🎮 Fandom: Resident Evil (Games)
🎯 Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy × Female Reader
🖤 Genre: Smut | Mirror Sex | Dubcon | Psychological Power Play | Voyeuristic Control
🔞 Rating: E (Explicit)
🩸 Summary:
He doesn’t want you to close your eyes. Not once. You’re made to watch your own reflection in the mirror as Leon takes you apart — slow at first, then brutal, calculating, relentless. His hands hold your body in place, his cock drives into you, and every second is orchestrated to make sure you see the kind of mess you become for him. You might cry. You might cum. But you won’t look away.
SMUT WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
The room was too quiet. Too soft. Too staged.
Golden lamplight bathed the hotel suite in a warm hush, casting shadows across cream-colored walls and the large full-length mirror that stood directly across from the edge of the bed. You didn’t remember why you were here. You didn’t remember how the night had started. But you remembered the look in Leon’s eyes when he’d told you to sit on the edge and keep your eyes forward.
He was behind you now. Fully clothed.
Your shirt had been discarded somewhere across the room. Your thighs were spread wide, bare to the cool air, cunt soaked and flushed under his stare. The mirror made everything worse — or maybe better — depending on whether you liked seeing your own face wrung tight with need and confusion while his gloved hands caressed up your sides with slow, controlling ease.
“You see yourself?” he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice low and dangerous.
“Yes,” you whispered, throat dry.
“You look nervous.”
“I—” You blinked. “I don’t know what this is.”
He chuckled. A quiet, pleased sound. His fingers slid down to your waist, holding you in place as he pressed his body flush to your back. You could see the bulge in his pants, hard against the curve of your ass. Could see your own reflection tremble.
“This is just observation,” he said. “I want you to watch.”
He guided your hand between your thighs. “Touch yourself.”
“Leon—”
“Do it.”
You obeyed, fingers sliding through the slick mess he’d teased out of you earlier, your breath hitching as you circled your clit. The mirror showed everything — the flush rising across your chest, the way your mouth fell open. His hands stayed at your waist, possessive. He didn’t even need to touch you yet. You were already unravelling for him.
And then, without warning, he shoved your hand away.
“Too slow.”
He unzipped his pants, and the sound made your thighs twitch. His cock was thick, flushed, already leaking. You didn’t look away from the mirror as he stroked it lazily behind you, lining himself up.
“I want you to see what you look like,” he said, tone flat. Dangerous. “When I fuck the sanity out of you.”
And then he slammed in.
“Ahh—fuck!”
Your cry echoed off the walls, hands scrabbling at the sheets as his cock drove into your soaked cunt, stretching you open in one brutal thrust. Your eyes snapped to the mirror, watching your own body jolt, mouth dropped open, Leon’s smirk ghosting behind you.
He gripped your hips hard, dragging you back onto him with a growl, thrusts deep and punishing, timed to your every whimper.
Schlk—schlk—slap—
The mirror didn’t miss a thing. Your tits bounced with each thrust. Your thighs trembled. Your eyes glazed.
“You watching?” he rasped. “You see how fuckin’ pretty you look when you’re used?”
You whimpered. He reached up, grabbing your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with yourself in the mirror.
“No looking away,” he growled. “You need to see it.”
He fucked you harder now, each thrust designed to force your reflection to fall apart. His cock slammed into your g-spot over and over, the stretch perfect, overwhelming. Your moans turned broken, legs shaking, slick gushing down your thighs, your cunt soaked and messy as he used you.
“L-Leon—gonna—!”
“Look at yourself.”
He wrapped his fingers around your throat. You choked on a cry, vision dimming, and in the mirror, you saw it — saw the way your body writhed on his cock, how your mouth begged silently, how ruined you looked.
And then you came. Hard.
Your cunt spasmed, milking him, and he fucked you through it with a growl, watching your body break.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna fill you—gonna make you watch yourself drip with me.”
He came with a low moan, cock pulsing deep inside as he pumped you full of cum, holding you against him, watching as it spilled out around his cock in the mirror.
Your head dropped, body trembling. But he didn’t let you look away.
“Again,” he murmured, voice low and calm. “We’re not done. Not until you beg me to stop watching.”
AN: Okay I am definitely not a writer nor have I ever written a fanfiction lol. I've been a RE lover for the longest time and just finished the RE4 remake and am all up in my feels. It got me thinking about all the trauma that poor Leon was left with, so here you go, I hope y'all enjoy it. <3
“Leon?” you called out, barely awake. Still groggy, you rolled over to see what was causing the sudden disruption of your sleep. Leon was sitting straight up, rigid and cold. The moonlight peaking through the curtains illuminated his figure slightly, showing the sweat clinging to him. “Hey, hey, hey what’s going on?” you question softly sitting up to scoot closer to him. Slivers of light made his face glow softly, god he was beautiful, you thought. His brows were tightly scrunched before looking around as if he suddenly realized his surroundings. “I… I just..bad dream is all, baby, I’m sorry that I woke you up. You can go back to sleep, I’m fine I promise.” he said after catching his breath. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He still hadn’t made eye contact with you. “No it was nothing, I’ll be fine, just go back to sleep please.” “Leon-” “Y/N, please.” “No, it wasn’t nothing. We don’t have to talk about it but I can’t just go back to sleep knowing that you can’t. This is the fourth time in this week alone.” You said holding your ground. “I love you Leon and it kills me to see you like this. I know that I can’t make the nightmares go away, but you can’t just pretend like you’re fine when clearly you’re not. Your job is to be strong and solve unsolvable problems. You spend all your time righting other peoples’ wrongs, I get that, but right now you’re home. You don’t have to be Agent Kennedy here, you can be just Leon with me.” His gaze softened as he finally looked at you. He let out a shaky breath, a silent agreement to share his burdens for the time being. “Okay.” You shuffled out from underneath the covers and straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you gently carded your fingers through his hair. His arms made their way around your waist, pulling you closer. Silent sobs racked through his body as you mumbled sweet nothings in his neck placing gentle kisses on his bare shoulder. The two of you sat like this for a while, just holding each other, whispering how much you loved him, that was all you could do. There were going to be nights when Leon couldn’t sleep, the horrors he witnessed haunting him every time he closed his eyes. And holding him was the only comfort you could offer him. He wasn’t a man of many words but the loving looks and soft touches always said enough. Leon would make it through the sleepless nights with you there to hold him.
Note: So, ummmm, it has been awhile or whatever. . . .but wow, um, here is a new chapter!!!!!! :) Saw the resident evil series on Netflix and damn did Leon look good. So guess, what's coming up next???? I am pretty damn sure yall know?? 😏 hint: it was a sneak peek
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Ever since that incident with the pink carnations, you could not get Leon out of your mind. It was almost driving you crazy, but you did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was on your mind. You looked over at the pink carnation that lay on top of your dresser. You laid the flower on top of a tissue and you could see that it was getting dry and stale. It had been at least four days since then, and he still has not contacted you. You assumed it was a mission, so you didn't bother trying to contact him. A sigh escapes your lips and you sit down on your bed, falling back on it. "Don't think about that handsome, cute guy and instead start thinking about the work you're gonna get when you get back to work," you muttered to yourself, eyes closed. In all honesty, you shouldn't even be thinking about Leon romantically. You were breaching your own rule at this point. It was something to flirt and think he's handsome, but it was a whole other thing to actually develop feelings. "Maybe I should ignore him for awhile." And so you did. You began to ignore Leon Kennedy through tons of paper work and missions.
He eventually did contact you, but you forgot about it and didn't contact him back for at least 3 weeks. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to him, it was more of you were so busy you couldn't get back to him. On your days off, you spent it catching up on sleep or watching movies. In all honesty, you forgot about Leon Kennedy.
It was a busy day in the office, desks full of paperwork, and busy bodies running around. It was almost as if this was a newspaper firm or something because all you're doing is typing and writing and sending, and god, were you getting tired of this job. I should really retire soon and have a normal life. I work to kill bioweapons and here I am writing dumb reports and essays. "[Name], hey, someone is down at the lobby asking for you," one of your coworkers said as they walked past you. You looked up and nodded, standing up from your chair, and stretching.
"Alright, I will take this chance to have a break then," you muttered as you walked towards the elevator. Once you made it to the lobby, you walked up to Kira, who was the receptionist. "Who's asking for me?" you asked and she pointed behind you. You turned around and you blinked, meeting familiar blue eyes.
"Are you that blind that you couldn't see me near the desk or?" he teased. You chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.
"Ah, sorry, Leon. I've been so busy lately that I can't really comprehend anything right now."
"Ah, I see. So, you haven't been ignoring me on purpose then?" Your eyes widened and you let out a small laugh. "If it was on purpose, I'm hurt." The blonde smirked and you rolled your eyes.
"Gosh, don't tell me you missed me that much," you joked.
"I did miss you," he answered and you stopped smiling to look at him in surprise. "I tried to contact you multiple times for three weeks and you never responded. I was worried you disappeared." He scratched the back of his head and then cleared his throat. "I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore." Your chest began to ache and you clenched your clammy hands to your sides.
"No, I just been really busy. I wasn't trying to ignore you. I--How about we go talk somewhere else?" You suggested. Leon opened his mouth and then closed it again, a guilty smile appearing on his lips.
"Ah, I actually have a date to get to," he answered. You could feel your heart shatter. You immediately brought up a smile and nodded.
"O-oh, okay! Yeah, go on and head to your date! I still have work that needs to be done." Leon snorted and you barely heard what he had said, only noticing the feeling of your heart falling down to your stomach at the thought of Leon with another woman.
"Why do you look like you're going to cry?" Leon's question snaps you out of your daze and you look up at him, realizing that his figure is blurry. You try to blink the tears away, but some manage to escape, and you let out a sigh. "What's wrong?" Leon immediately comes closer to look at your face and you swat his hands away. Oh god, how embarrassing!
"It's nothing. I got to get back to work, so I'll see you later," you turn around, but Leon grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you back. You swiveled around and locked eyes with Leon, a couple of tears already sliding down your cheeks. “Leon, I just have allergies—“ you started but then exhaled as your chest began to ache.
“. . .I’ll ditch the date. How about we go hang out?” Leon suggested. You blinked and brought a hand to wipe away the tears on your cheeks.
“Leon—I. . .no, it’s alright. I’m okay, I promise,” you assured. He still hadn’t let go of your shirt and you promptly bit the inside of your cheek. You were beginning to feel nervous. If he knew you began to cry because you couldn’t bear the thought of him with another woman, you’d probably die from embarrassment.
“Alright.” He let go of your shirt and nodded to himself. Disappointment swept into your heart and you hoped he didn’t see the bitterness on your face. God, why should I be disappointed?? I’m the one who said I was okay!!! “As if I’d believe you,” he scoffed. This time, he grabbed your hand, and intertwined them together. “We are going out.” You watched his back in awe as he pulled you out of your workplace and onto the sidewalk.
“Wait—“
”No objections. We are going,” he looked over his shoulder and gave you a small smile.
“Okay, but, I have work—“
”Work can wait. I’m sure they can manage without you.” Skipping work wasn’t supposed to happen, but maybe a break wouldn’t be so bad.
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“So, we are at the lake. . .fishing?” You questioned. Leon nodded and handed you a green rod with a blue spinning reel. You looked down at your suit and heels and then at the lake. You weren’t really dressed appropriate for fishing, but it was a great thing it was cloudy today.
“We sure are. Fishing is always fun!” Leon chirped and began to instruct you on how to cast. You nodded along and did exactly as he said, but it took a couple of tries. Once you managed to make a decent cast, you grinned. “Great cast,” he proudly crossed his arms and you could feel your chest warm.
"Thanks, but what are we fishing for?" you asked, looking at your fishing line and reeling in slowly.
"Fishing for baby bass," he answered. You noticed your slack line became straight and on instinct, you pulled your rod to the side and reeled fast; only for the fish to come flying on to the ground behind you.
"Holy shit!" you cried, and reeled the fish back, "I am so sorry, little fish!" You quickly tried your best to hold the small bass by its lips, but it kept squirming on the ground. In the background, you could hear Leon's maniac laughing and you huffed, glaring at him over your shoulder.
"I'm sorry---I just," he cackled, holding his torso, "that was the best hook set I have ever seen!"
Eventually, Leon helped you and you even took a picture with the poor fish. It was definitely a fun time and it even took your mind off of work. Spending time with Leon was always fun, you smiled as you looked over at him. Now, the both of you were in his car, on the way to your home. It was quiet in the car and the atmosphere was relaxed. "Thanks, Leon. For taking me out," you said, nodding at him. Then, it dawned on you and your eyes turned wide. "Leon! Your date!" Leon merely shrugged his shoulders and you bit your lip, brows furrowed. "I feel so bad," you whispered to yourself. Being stood up is not a great feeling and you began to think about the woman that was probably heart broken right now.
"Actually, I lied about the date." It was quiet for a moment and your heart thumped. "I only said that to see your reaction, and I did not expect for you to cry." You could hear your heart beating out of your ears and everything seemed to pass by in slow motion.
He knew.
He definitely knew.
"I know that you like me." You could only stare at him, hands on your laps, and mouth shut. His eyes stayed on the road ahead of him.
A/N:This is a Dead by Daylight crossover with Life is Strange: True Colors. @artlovingbre challenged me to do this crossover, which I found super exciting bc who doesn’t love someone with abilities :D. Anyways, Bre also challenged me to write a Dead by Daylight crossover with Zelda: Skyward Sword. I may not remember much about Zelda, but I’m willing to write about it :D
My inbox should be open, so if you have any requests, be sure to ask and not be shy.
Pairing: Leon Kennedy X Fem!Reader
When Y/N first came into the Entity’s realm, she was overwhelmed by all the emotions the survivors were feelings. With as much as the survivors were feeling and Y/N being scared of lashing out in her first trial, stayed away from everyone. All the survivors assumed she was just a lone wolf, kinda like Jake, but even he knew when he needed to help or be helped. Y/N wouldn’t let people get near her.
In trails, she tended to do the generators alone, unhook people if absolutely necessary, and when she was unhooked, she would get away from her savior as fast as possible. Outside of trials, Y/N tends to walk down the river to where it meets the lake. That’s where she’s able to see the killers when they too visit the lake.
When Y/N first came into the Entity’s realm, all the feelings of killers and survivors overwhelmed her so much that she passed out. Both killer and survivors were confused to see her flop over when she passed out.
The Entity realized her condition and decided it was best to wait so she could meet everyone. The Entity decided it was best to take everyone out of the match and give them their respective rewards.
Eventually, Y/N met Danny, he was the only person who didn’t have much of a aura and he was friendly to her. He was the first to find out about her powers, finding out through her eyes. They reflected the rage David was feeling before he was sacrificed to the Entity.
Outside of trials, Y/N always made her way to the boarder where Danny waited for her. Rin was the next person to find out when she went to the lake to get away from her great great great grandfather. She noticed Danny was talking with the survivor, and when Y/N noticed the Rin, and her aura, suddenly rushed away from Danny. Danny was confused why she suddenly ran off, and when called for her countless times, Y/N lashed out at him. Spirit asked what was up with her, and Danny explained that she’s able to see peoples feelings and feel it herself, so with so much rage the Spirit had, must’ve triggered in her.
From then on, the Rin made sure to limit her feelings when around Y/N, hoping to find friendship that way. Taking the friendship, Danny and Rin accepted the empathetic as their best friend.
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Y/N was in another trial, along with Leon, Nea, and David. Danny was wondering around, stalking and searching for survivors to kill. They so happen to get Eyrie of Crows, the Artists map, which was easy for Y/N to spot where her teammates were.
Choosing a direction, Y/N found the last generator, untouched. Smiling slightly, happy to not be around anyone. Getting to work, Y/N glanced around to see if Danny was around. She was on death hook, and Danny warned her that he brought a mori. He didn’t specify which type of mori, but with her being death hook, and even though they are friends, he won’t turn down a kill.
Halfway done with the generator, Y/N glanced around and saw that David was headed her way, with Danny hot on his tail. Y/N’s eyes grew wide in disbelief, not sure if David knew she was there or not.
Not taking the chance, Y/N swiftly got off the generator and crawled away from David. However, Danny saw her trying to leave, and switched from the injured David to her. Screaming out a “Fuck you David” in frustration, her own feelings, Danny stalked her to exposed. Y/N saw Leon running towards her, probably trying to take a hit for her, but Danny got her anyways. Letting out a shout of pain, Y/N was instantly on the ground, lying, awaiting for what Danny had planned.
“Sorry Y/N, it’s just business,” Danny said genuinely as he stabbed her back, dragging it down to her tailbone, and brought it back up, repeatedly stabbing her. Once he was done, Danny took a picture with his flash photography camera. Getting off her back, Danny then searched for another survivor.
While looking around an exit, Danny heard Nea and David whispering. Leaning against the wall, Danny heard them talking about his best friend.
“She deserved to be mori’d. Her and Ghostface’s friendship shouldn’t be accepted. And she always want to be by herself, she never helps us, and we probably would get generators done faster if she worked with us,” Danny heard David complaining. Not liking how he, of all people, is talking about his best friend behind her back, without knowing why she hides away.
Quietly stalking, Danny waited till David was fully healed and from then, planned his attack. Smacking David, Nea screamed in fright, while David shouted out in pain.
Chasing Nea away, Danny quit the chase and went back for David. Before doing the same mori he did on his best friend, Danny started talking.
“Before you go judging people on why they don’t want to be around you, and taking shit about my best friend, maybe you should get to know who she was. Maybe talk to the Observer on why she stays away from everyone,” Danny growled as his started his mori and attacked David with all his might. Taking his rage out on David.
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Y/N decided to sit with the Observer while she waited for her best friends to get out of their matches.
“Is that why she keeps her skate board with her?” Y/N asked why Nea always keeps her skate board. They weren’t laughing, Y/N knew it wasn’t ok to laugh about Nea’s personal, she just wanted to know more about her fellow survivors.
Continuing to talk, Rin walked into the small hut Y/N and the Observer were in. Smiling as best she could, Rin greeted the Observer and motioned for Y/N to follow her. Saying goodbye to the Observer, Y/N and Rin met up with Danny as the trio walked down to the lake.
“Sorry about the trial, gotta please the Entity somehow,” Danny explained as all three of them sat down. Y/N just nodded before glancing at the water. Watching as it slightly wrinkled from the wind, and the crows diving in to clean themselves. Y/N noticed the moon shone on the water brightly, indicating that the Entity is having a happy night.
Thinking about her childhood, she remembers her and her parents and brother went out during the summers to camp at their states lake. “Why don’t we go for a swim? The Entity’s having a good night, her moons shinning bright, it’s enough light to play around,” Y/N thought aloud her idea to her two friends.
“Skinny dipping?” Danny asked smugly, fulling knowing Y/N doesn’t have a bathing suit.
Rolling her eyes, Y/N laughed lightly, while standing up and taking her shirt off. “No, Danny, I’m swimming in my underwear,” Y/N laughed at his red face. Danny pouted before taking his robe off. Rin joined Y/N in the water, and the three started a splash war.
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After drying off, with the help from the Entity, Y/N, Danny and Rin walked back to their logs. “I’m glad you were able to cool off a bit from that match. I heard David complaining about how you never help them, but I fully know that you are just protecting them,” Danny apologized while looking at the moon. Y/N glanced at him and for once, didn’t see any aura around him, or even Rin. Glad she didn’t have to deal with any major emotions, Y/N accepted his apology.
Sitting in silence, Y/N noticed a red aura approaching them. She couldn’t tell who it was, killer or survivor, so taking her chances, Y/N scooted closer to Rin.
Sensing the other killer, Danny stood up, calling out, “Who’s that?”
“Calm down, simp, it’s just me,” Frank called out, calmly strutting to them. “I just came to ask the newbie couple of questions.”
“That would be?” Y/N bravely asked, curious what a killer had to ask a survivor.
“If you’re able to see the aura’s of our feelings, do you have feelings of your own?” Frank asked with a smug look on his face.
“Yes, I can, but if extreme emotions come out from someone else, then it affects me,” Y/N stated matter of factually.
“So can you see the look that young cop’s emotions?”
Quirking an eyebrow, Y/N asked, “You mean Leon?”
Frank only nodded his head, glancing behind her, looking at the survivors hanging around at their respective campfire. “Yeah, I can, but why does that matter to you?”
“Have you seen the look he gives you, or have you seen what he’s like while you’re gone?” Frank laughed. Y/N looked back at Danny and Rin, and noticed their aura’s. Franks was red along with Rin’s. Their emotions weren’t making her angry like them, but if Frank continued his teasing, it for should would start to.
“I think I should get going, I need to get ready for the next trail,” Y/N explained while getting up. Frank rose his hands in a mock surrender, before saying, “All I’m saying is, if you really can see people’s feeling by their aura’s, you aren’t very smart at it.”
“Why don’t you go back to your group before I drown you,” Rin growled, emitting a dark maroon hue. Backing away, Y/N decided that it was best she left back to her safe place away from killers and survivors.
However, when she got to the camp fire, hoping to pass by without any hassle, David spotted her and called her name. Not wanting to deal with his nagging, Y/N quietly muttered “Not now David.”
“No wait, I’m sure Ghostface already told you what happened in the trail, but I want to say I’m sorry.”
Stopping in her tracks, she looked at David like he grew another head. Looking around, she caught a glance at Leon, who was emitting a new color she didn’t know of. “Why-why would you be sorry?” Y/N finally asked.
“I visited the Observer, since no one at the camp knows about your past or you overall, and know that we know, I wanted to say sorry. For misjudging you.”
Now that she noticed, David didn’t emit a big aura. It was small, like he was feeling it less when he’s around her. Looking past him, he saw Kate come up to them too.
“It’s true, David explained about your abilities, and we understand why you wanted to be away from us since the beginning.”
After that, Y/N started to accept the other survivors, and their games almost went smoothly.
Leon, after finding out about Y/N’s ability, was embarrassed, because his small crush for her grew into a huge crush, which he was pretty sure was giving off an aura to her.
So, instead of being a pussy, and hiding away his embarrassment and crush, decided to confess to her. So, catching her while she was going to meet up with Danny and Rin, he stopped her.
“Look, Y/N, I’m pretty sure you’ve been seeing my aura, and I just wanted to let you know, that I really like you,” Leon quickly spurred out, quickly hiding his face with his hands. He felt like a middle schooler telling his crush he likes her.
Y/N was stunned for a second, before explaining that she isn’t sure how she truly feels, since she’s always feelings the extreme emotions others feels, she doesn’t know how she feels.
“I don’t know if its you causing me these emotions or not, and just in case you are causing me these emotions, I don’t want to use you,” Y/N explained urgently, and expressed she was scared. Leon, ever being the gentle man, shushed her ranting by placing a kiss on her cheek. Too stunned to say anything more, Leon went back to his rightful spot next to Jill and Chris.
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"I didn’t think he would actually love me!” Y/N shouted while her and her 2 best friends were swimming. She was floating on her back, while Danny and Rin sat in the shallower part of the lake. “And then, when I was rambling, he kissed me cheek!”
“Sounds to me like you also like him back,” Danny said as he glanced at her face. It was still red from when Leon expressed his feelings to her, and when he kissed her cheek.
“How do I know? I mean, he’s feeling these emotions for me, so he’s only rubbing it onto me!” Y/N shouted again, hitting the water in frustration.
“You’re far enough away from him and you’re still blushing!” Rin shouted back, noticing her best friend dunked her head under water. Y/N stayed under the water for a little bit, thinking about what Rin just said. There’s no way I like the guy, it’s just him and his emotions rubbing off onto me. Y/N thought to herself while coming back up to the surface.
“No, Rin, I’m sure its just him and his emotions rubbing off onto me.” Swimming to the shore, Y/N grabbed the towel she brought and started drying herself off. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore so I’m going to head back to my tent and change clothes, I’ll see you guys either in a trail or later tonight. Cya,” Y/N explained and was already heading back to her tent before Danny or Rin could make another comment.
“She definitely likes him,” Rin said sadly.
“Why’re you getting sad over it? We could literally convince one of the survivors to flirt with him, and when she gets jealous, Leon’ll have his answer!” Danny explained his plan to Rin.
Smiling deviously at each other, they decided to talk with their survivor of their choice.
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“You want me to do what now?” the pod-caster asked the two killers.
“All we want is for you to flirt with Leon, so then Y/N can finally admit her feelings for him, that’s all we’re asking,” Rin begged the tall woman.
“And what would I get in return?” she asked.
The two killers thought for a second before Danny spoke up, “We confirm you get into matches with one of us every time you go into a trail, and we let you go free for one whole night.”
“Ok, I like that. All you want me to do is flirt with him in front of Y/N?”
“Yes, then us three get her and him alone, so she can confess her feelings.”
“I’m in, Leon needs someone like her.”
“We start tonight, after trials.”
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“Leon? I want to talk to you about something,” Y/N shouted out in the dark forest. She wanted to apologize to him for how she acted when he confessed to her, but she hasn’t seen him since trials ended.
Shouting his name again, she saw him and Jane talking quietly next to the river. Staring at the two, she felt something within her that she hasn’t felt before.
Deciding to ignore it, she went to talk with them, but she saw Jane touch his shoulder, and his body lit up in bright pink. Did he already move on from me? Y/N asked herself. Deciding to let them talk it out, Y/N moved back to her tent, waiting for Rin or Danny to get her.
When she heard Leon and Jane come back to the camp, laughing, Y/N felt a pang of sadness. Why am I even feeling this way? He’s the one who was giving me the feelings of love when he confessed to me. He’s ok with talking to anyone he wants to. Y/N told herself as she looked at the top of her tent. Sighing out, she heard Leon open her tent and say “Knock, Knock,” to let her know he was there.
For some reason, she decided to ignore him and continue to stare at the tents ceiling. “Y/N?” Leon asked, confused why she isn’t responding to him, even though she’s fully aware he’s there.
Clearing his throat, Leon continued what he was going to say, “Feng explained that you were calling and asking around for me, and when I asked where you were, they said you were in your tent.”
Ignoring his comment, Y/N closed her eyes, pretending to go to sleep. Getting frustrated at her stubbornness, Leon continues to talk with her. “If you don’t want to talk with anyone at the moment, let me know and I’ll tell the others to leave you alone but stop ignoring me!” Leon shouted, frustrated.
“Why don’t you go talk with Jane! She kept enough company to you when I went looking for you,” Y/N shouted back at him, feeling his and her own frustration. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? Y/N asked herself.
“What are you talking about! Jane and I were talking about the next trial, I was teacher her Bite the Bullet!” Leon shouted, moving around and grabbing at his hair. “Why do you care so much that I talk with Jane anyways? You were the one who didn’t want to date me because you weren’t sure about your feelings towards me.”
“Well maybe I lied! Maybe I do like you and seeing you with Jane, so far away, I was also lying to myself!” Y/N shouted while also getting up, facing Leon.
Leon was stunned for a second too long and Y/N took this chance to continue to talk. “And so what if I did love you like you loved me! It seemed like Jane was getting really comfortable with you when you two talked. Touching you’re arm, touching your shoulder! Teaching her an ability doesn’t require physical touch!”
“Are you jealous?” Leon finally asked.
“No!” Y/N shouted, blushing like she got caught doing something she wasn’t suppose to do.
“Yeah, you are,” Leon said, smirking. He walked closer to her while she threw her hands around, saying something he couldn’t understand. Y/N continued to rant but Leon wasn’t listening.
Grabbing her arm, Y/N stopped talking and looked up at Leon just as he shoved his lips onto hers. Staring wide eyes at him, Y/N searched his face for anything that could affect her, and instead, closed her eyes.
Around them, the two let off a bright pink aura, lighting up the room.
When they pulled away, Leon noticed something. He saw her eyes were pink, and he was in a pink bubble.
Y/N opened her eyes and she too saw they were in a pink bubble.
“Is this what you see?” Leon asked as he looked around and at her eyes.
“Yeah.”
“Wow, I’m terrible at hiding my feelings,” Leon laughed.
Y/N laughed just as Leon kissed her again. Instead of hesitating, kissed back immediately.
There was whooping outside, which Y/N knew as her 2 best friends. Leon heard it too and saw the anger on Y/N’s face. Grabbing her waist before Y/N could run off and attack them, Leon whispered, “Let them have it, they helped you find out your true feelings.”
“I guess so,” Y/N laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him in her tent again.
I wish I wouldn’t meet you [Leon Kennedy x Reader]
It’s so good to be back here again. I apologize for the long hiatus but college got me in so much and then the covid and my life is already a mess but, i can handle it now (i want to think xd) so i won’t promise that i’ll be very active but im gonna give my best. Anyway still you can send your requests and i’ll see if i can make it real. (it’s so harsh to write on eng being a native spanish) Im sorry for any gramatic mistake in this chapter and hope you like it.
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Chapter II. Everything Changed
Leon woke up at 3pm after the party, talking with Ada until she disappeared again. Getting up he entered the shower to start his day before going to work again.
As everyday he stopped by a coffee shop to buy (Y/n) her cappuccino and his latte, to say sorry for not talk to her in the party.
Everything was perfectly normal, like every day.
When he arrived walked to (y/n) desk just to found someone who have not seen in his whole life.
“Who are you? Where’s (y/n)?” Leon asked.
The person in the desk looked at him like he was crazy.
“I’ve been in this desk before you came here to work, Mr. Kennedy.”
Leon looked at him skeptically, but he decides to desist.
“Okay, so where’s (y/n)” the dark blonde asked again.
His co-worker looked confused like thinking on an answer.
“I’m sorry but, there is no (y/n), at least no one that I know.”
Leon looked at him confused and even somewhat pissed off, he was going to continue insisting, however he saw Chris's figure in the distance and preferred to ask Redfield.
He approached him quickly after setting the coffees on his own desk.
"Chris, hey do you know where (y / n) is?"
The brunette looked at him confused, squinting and trying to remember that name, Leon looked at him in disgust.
"If it's some kind of joke, let me tell you it's terrible, tell me where she is, I brought her a coffee."
"You mean Jill's friend? I didn't know you knew her" Chris told him, crossing his arms to proceed to walk away until Kennedy held him up.
"She isn't she working here?" He asked him, thinking that she may have quit. "Is she okay?"
"Well, I don't know if a history teacher would really fit in here," Chris replied with a shrug to get out of Leon's grip quickly.
The young man with dark blond hair was confused, he did not know what was happening, it was too difficult to understand. The last thing he remembered was that he (y / n) had gone to the party, but he was finally distracted by seeing Ada, he had many things to ask the Asian woman since their last meeting.
Then he did not see her for the rest of the night, receiving reproachful looks from Chris and Claire and even Jill.
He was deep in thought, sitting at his desk when he saw her in the hall with Jill.
She looked different, she was wearing a flowered dress that reached below the knees and a bright smile, she was carrying some folders while she placed with her free hand one of the unruly strands of hair that she always had.
He felt relieved, he feared for a moment that she had been sent on a dangerous and classified mission that endangered her life, it was so much relief that he got up and walked to the door to give a big hug to the girl he had been looking for.
"What are you doing, Kennedy?" Jill scolded him, glaring at the dark blonde in surprise.
"I brought you a cappuccino, like the ones you like, I'm also sorry I ignored you at the party it's just that ..." Leon said completely ignoring Jill and then looking at (y / n) whose face did not reflect more confusion.
"You have some really weird friends, Jill" she said.
"You are my friend too, silly."
"Well, I must go to do my class, it was a pleasure to meet you sir" (y / n) she said while she outlined a calm but shy smile and then looked at the blonde. "Jill, don't even think about telling Piers or you know he'll be mad."
Jill just shrugged innocently.
"You know how fun it is to see him grumbling."
"Jill ..."
After sighing she (y / n) she left leaving Leon with more questions than answers and a painful pang in his chest.
Leon and [Yn] have been friends for years, but over the past two weeks they finally began dating. It's all going well until [Yn] goes missing. With a trail of clues that leave Leon more questions than answers, will he be able to find her?
The first thing Leon tries is calling her friend at work, who she was supposed to be meeting with earlier in the day. After a couple rings a deep, pleasant voice answers.
“Is this the famous Leon [Yn] has told me so much about? I’ve had my ear talked off about you over the last couple years. I hear you finally made a move on her too! Good for you. [Yn] has been a wreck of nerves the last, oh, seven months or so? She kept wondering if she should make a move, or if it would ruin things between you two, and she kept chickening out. Nice to see that you at least have some ba-”
“I’m guessing you’re Felix?” Leon had been waiting for a pause to break into the conversation, but evidently this man didn’t need to breathe. “How did you know it was me calling?”
“Photographic memory love. I saw your number on [Yn]’s phone at one point, and there you go, locked in my mind forever. It’s a handy little trick, but I’d never survive combat, so I’m resigned to being the best damn secretary you’ll ever see.” This man...had a story to tell about anything and everything. Leon didn’t have time for this.
“Listen, I’m sorry to interrupt, but this is urgent. Did [Yn] come into work this morning? She said she had some files she needed to deliver to you.”
“Why, yes she did. And you must have done a real number on her this morning, she looked like a right mess. Makeup a mess, hair in a tizzy, and boy was she distracted! She barely said two words to me. Gave me the files then holed up in her office.”
“But I didn’t…” Leon’s mind was racing. She was a mess when she got to the office? It was only a half hour drive from Leon’s apartment to work. “What time did she get there?”
“Oh she got here close to noon, I would say? I was swamped with calls this morning, I barely had a moment to breathe, let alone look at the clock.”
[Yn] had left Leon’s place close to ten o’clock, and with the half hour drive, that left another hour and a half where anything could have happened. Leon knew Felix wasn’t an idiot, he would have noticed if [Yn] was in any kind of distress, and he assumed it had been Leon that mussed up [Yn]’s hair and makeup, so he must not have sensed anything amiss. That told Leon something very important; whatever had happened to [Yn] in that missing time, she had felt the need to keep one of her closest and most trusted friends, as well as a government coworker, in the dark about it.
[Yn] was an excellent liar when she needed to be. She had been trained for it after all. But Leon knew she hated it, and would never use that skill on someone she knew unless it was absolutely necessary. In this case, most likely she had been either protecting herself, or more likely, Felix. He said she had gone to her office.
“[Yn] mentioned that she left some papers she needed in her office, and since I was already out, I told her I’d grab them. Mind if I come in and take a look?” Leon tried to keep most of the desperation out of his voice, not wanting to tip off Felix that something was wrong.
“Oh, uhh, sure love. Normally I wouldn’t do that, but given all the amazing things [Yn] has told me about you, I think I can make an exception. Just come see me when you get in.” Leon said a quick goodbye to Felix before he could launch into another story, and ran out the door, with his gun strapped to his thigh, and ammo belt around his waist. Something was definitely wrong, and he was going in prepared for anything.
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After twenty minutes, and several broken traffic laws, Leon arrived at [Yn]’s office building. He shows his badge at the security point, then breaks into a brisk walk, half jogging to the elevator. Once he gets to [Yn]’s floor, he quickly makes his way to Felix’s desk, smiling in greeting and catching the keys that are tossed to him.
“Here’s the spare key, just make sure you give them back, Boss will knock my teeth out if I lose them again. After only a month, I’d be lucky if it was only my teeth that were knocked loose.” Felix continues to mutter to himself, and Leon smiles, takes the keys, and walks over to [Yn]’s office.
Unlocking the door with the key numbered the same as the office, Leon steps in cautiously, checking all the corners and hiding spots for threats. When his quick scan reveals none, he walks the rest of the way in and shuts the door with a soft click, hoping that no one noticed him.
“There has to be something here. Come on [Yn], give me a clue here.” Leon speaks softly into the silence, trying to keep calm. [Yn] had been here, maybe a bit tousled, but alive and unharmed. But that was close to twelve hours ago now. A lot can change in twelve hours.
Leon does his best to look quickly and thoroughly through the office, making sure to put everything back in its place, just in case someone was keeping tabs on [Yn]. The blinds were closed now, so no one was watching him, but Leon couldn’t be sure that they wouldn’t check to see if anything was amiss or missing after he left.
Upon closer inspection of the desk, Leon realizes that [Yn]’s computer is still on, only the screen is off. He presses the button to turn on the screen, carefully sitting down as it flickers to life. The desktop is open and blank, but the browser was left open. Leon opens the window to see [Yn]’s email, open to a message she received early this morning.
The message came from an official company email address, based on the name of it, another agent, Jocelyn Lang. The message is asking [Yn] out for drinks when she has the time. [Yn] had sent a reply that morning, before she left Leon’s apartment, saying to meet at the usual place. Besides the fact that they were meeting for drinks at ten thirty in the morning, the email seemed normal. But Leon knew better.
Looking back on it, [Yn] had seemed rather rushed to leave that morning. Leon had assumed that she was just excited about their date later, but now her rushed goodbye and playful refusal to stay for breakfast had more sinister undertones.
Leon sifts quickly through [Yn]’s computer, but it’s clear this was what she wanted him to see. He takes out his phone and snaps a picture of the correspondence, making sure the information isn’t lost. Leon is about to stand after closing the browser and turning off the computer, when he notices a faint green glow coming from something under the monitor. It’s a phosphorescent stamp on a business card.
“Delphi Bar and Grill, 24 hours,” Leon reads softly, “that’s the clue. I’ve got it [Yn],” Leon says to the empty room, quickly putting the chair in its place and shutting off the lights, ready to leave, “I’m coming for you [Yn]. I’m coming.”
Leon locks the door and goes back to return the keys. After waiting a moment for Felix to finish his call, Leon hands over the keys, and after a moment of thought, decides to subtly question him.
“Find what you were looking for, love?” Felix rests his head in his palm, elbow propped on the desk. The sudden focus throwing Leon off a bit, but not enough to distract him.
“Yeah. Can I ask you something?” Felix nods, “[Yn] mentioned something about Jocelyn Lang this morning. I don’t think I’ve met her. Was she in this morning?” Leon watches Felix’s face carefully for any sign of deceit.
“No, I haven’t seen Ms. Lang today. I think she’s supposed to be on vacation. I haven’t seen her in a couple weeks, actually.”
Leon forces a laugh, “What do you mean she’s ‘supposed’ to be on vacation? Does she have a quota for how many margaritas she’s supposed to drink?”
“Hey, all I know is that she hasn’t been in to work. How am I supposed to know what you agents do in your spare time?” Felix’s words are innocuous enough, but coupled with his intense, unwavering gaze, Leon reads more into the words. Reading between the lines, Felix seems to be saying ‘She may have time off, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t working’.
Leon nods a few times to himself, before meeting Felix’s gaze again, “Thank you Felix. For your help.” Felix smiles and nods in return, a conspiratorial glint in his eyes.
“Anytime Leon. Give [Yn] a hug for me.” He says with a hard look, before turning back to the phone, answering in his usual cheerful voice.
“I will.” Leon waves and leaves. No, Felix certainly is no fool. He knew something was up, even with the lies he’s been given by both Leon and [Yn], and maybe even this Agent Lang. He’s pieced together something, he knows [Yn] is in some kind of trouble, and he’s counting on Leon to find her. He’s not the only.
