Hello everyone, I’m very excited to bring this fanfiction to you all! I’m probably planning on making it into a series, So PLEASE let me know if you’d like me to continue this or if it’s complete trash💀But yes it is going to be Leon Kennedy x Fem!reader, I really was cooking it up with this one I promise it’s good lol.
It’s a medieval type of romance story, Where Leon is a King. and it’s a SLOOOOOW burn if your into that!
‼️WARNING This fic contains- Gore- Slight attempts of suicide if you squint.‼️
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You hadn’t lived what anyone would call a good life. not by the standards that had been quietly, relentlessly set for you.
Your parents had always imagined something more dignified, more respectable. A doctor, perhaps. A lawyer, at the very least, something that could be spoken with pride in polite company. Instead, you found yourself in your late thirties, alone in a cramped apartment that always smelled faintly of burnt coffee, working for minimum wage at a small, forgettable place called Frahti’s Café.
It wasn’t where you were supposed to end up. You knew that. They knew that. And somehow, your manager seemed to know it too.
She had taken a particular dislike to you, though you could never quite determine why. There was no single incident to explain it, no defining mistake. Yet every small misstep, every minor inconvenience, became an opportunity for her to dissect you in public. If you were late, even by a minute, she made a performance of it. If you did something exactly as everyone else did, she would still find a way to point out how yours was wrong.
Today, of all days, had already begun badly enough.
A flat tire. Of course it had to be a flat tire. The nearest repair shop quoted a price so absurd it might as well have been a joke, so you had no choice but to leave the car behind and make your way on foot. The rain came down in steady sheets, soaking through your clothes despite the umbrella that twisted uselessly in the wind, as though it had chosen this particular morning to betray you.
By the time you reached the café, you were drenched, exhausted, and already bracing yourself. The bell above the glass door gave its usual hollow chime as you stepped inside, You didn’t even have a moment to collect yourself.
“Oh, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence.”
Her voice cut through the room, sharp and deliberate. Conversations faltered. You could feel it, the shift in attention, the quiet turning of heads. You opened your mouth, already forming an apology, but she wasn’t finished.
“Late again. I’m starting to think time moves differently for you. slower, perhaps? Like you’re wading through life instead of actually participating in it.” She gave a dry, humorless laugh. “And honestly, what is that? You look absolutely pathetic. Did you fall into a gutter on your way here?”
A few customers glanced down at their cups, pretending not to listen. Others didn’t bother pretending at all.
“If this is the level of effort you’re capable of,” she continued, her tone dripping with disdain, “you might want to consider not showing up at all. It would save the rest of us the inconvenience.”
Your face burned, heat rising beneath cold, rain-soaked skin. For a moment, something in you threatened to surface. anger, perhaps, or dignity..? but it faltered just as quickly as it came. You couldn’t afford it. Not here. Not with this job hanging by a thread.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered, the words tasting hollower than you felt.
She scoffed, already turning away as though you no longer warranted her attention. You said nothing more. There was nothing left to say.
Instead, you moved quietly past the counter, past the watching eyes, and into the narrow hallway that led to the back. The bathroom door closed behind you with a soft click, sealing you in a space just large enough to breathe without being seen.
You stood there for a moment, staring at your reflection, damp, tired, older than you remembered feeling, and began to change into your uniform.
You tried, at first, to settle into the rhythm of the work—the familiar motions that usually required so little thought. Grinding beans, steaming milk, wiping counters already clean. There was comfort in repetition, or at least there had been once.
But today, there was no escaping her. Her words followed you like a shadow. inevitable, persistent, and always loud enough to be heard.
“You’re dragging again,” she called from behind the counter, not even bothering to lower her voice. “It’s a simple order, not a philosophical exercise. Or is thinking part of the problem?”
A man waiting for his drink shifted uncomfortably. You focused on the espresso machine, willing your hands to remain steady. “I’m going as fast as I can,” you said, careful, measured.
She scoffed. “That’s exactly what worries me.” The words landed with quiet precision. Not loud, not explosive, just sharp enough to cut.
You pressed your lips together and said nothing more.
Later, as you wiped down a table that had already been cleaned minutes ago, she appeared at your side again, arms crossed, eyes scanning for fault.
“You missed a spot,” she said.
You hadn’t.
Still, you went back over the surface, slower this time.
“It’s that lack of attention,” she continued, her tone almost conversational, as if she were offering helpful advice instead of dismantling you. “I don’t know how someone your age hasn’t learned basic thoroughness. It’s… concerning.”
Your grip tightened around the cloth. For a fleeting second, something rose in your chest. anger, sharp and unfamiliar. but it faded just as quickly, swallowed down out of habit.
“I’ll be more careful,” you replied.
“Try to be,” she said lightly, already turning away. “Though I won’t hold my breath.” The hours stretched on like that, small corrections that weren’t corrections, criticisms that had nothing to do with the work itself. Each one deliberate. Each one placed where it would be heard.
At one point, you handed a customer their drink with a polite smile, only for her voice to cut in immediately after.
“You might want to work on that,” she said.
You blinked. “Work on what?”
“That smile,” she replied, tilting her head as if studying something unpleasant. “It doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s off-putting.”
The customer hesitated, caught between politeness and discomfort, before offering a quick thank you and leaving. You stood there for a moment, heat rising behind your eyes, then turned back to the register as if nothing had happened.
There were many moments like that throughout the day, small, needless, relentless. And each time, you bit your tongue.
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By mid-afternoon, the weight of it all had settled somewhere deep in your chest. Usually, you could endure it. You had learned how to let her words pass through you, how to compartmentalize, how to survive the shift without letting it follow you home.
Today was different.
Today, everything seemed to press in at once, the rain, the exhaustion, the quiet disappointment that had long since taken root in your life. Her voice simply gave it shape.
By the time the clock edged toward closing, you felt hollowed out, as if there was nothing left for her to pick apart.
Still, she managed one last remark on your way out.
“Try to be on time tomorrow,” she said, not looking at you. “It would be a refreshing change.”
You almost laughed at that. Almost. Instead, you nodded, even though she wasn’t watching.
The shift ended with little ceremony.
You clocked out in silence, the soft click of the machine marking the end of another day you weren’t sure how you’d made it through. Outside, the rain had softened to a fine mist, quieter now, apologetic.
You stepped out into it, opening your umbrella. it held steady now, no longer fighting.
The walk home felt longer than usual, though you suspected it wasn’t. Your body ached with a dull, persistent fatigue, the kind that sleep rarely fixed.
All you wanted. truly wanted. was to lie down, close your eyes, and disappear into the quiet. To forget the café, her voice, the looks from strangers. To forget your existence too.
By the time you reached your apartment building, your legs felt heavier than they should have, each step up the narrow stairwell requiring more effort than the last. The carpet lining the stairs was as worn as ever. stained, matted, carrying the quiet history of everyone who had passed through before you. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was affordable, and affordability had long since taken precedence over comfort.
You fumbled briefly with your keys before letting yourself inside.
The door had barely clicked shut behind you before something in you gave way.
You didn’t bother with the lights. Didn’t bother with order or routine. Your shoes were kicked off somewhere behind you, landing unevenly against the wall. Your clothes followed in careless succession, peeled away more out of exhaustion than intention as you made your way toward the bathroom.
The mirror greeted you with a version of yourself you didn’t care to examine too closely.
Still, you looked.
Your reflection stared back, tired in a way that sleep never seemed to touch, your expression drawn, eyes dulled by something deeper than a long day. You let out a quiet scoff, the sound hollow in the small space, before turning the tap, water rushed into the tub, steady and unremarkable.
You sat on the edge of the toilet, elbows resting loosely on your knees, watching as the surface began to ripple and rise. The light above cast a soft glow across it, catching in the movement, turning something ordinary into something almost hypnotic. For a moment, you allowed yourself to simply exist there.. suspended between the day you’d endured and whatever came after.
The water climbed higher.
You didn’t rush when it was finally enough, you stood, removing the last remnants of the day from your skin before stepping in. The heat was immediate. nearly too much, sharp enough to sting. but you welcomed it. Let it consume you. Let it wash something away, even if you couldn’t name what.
You lowered yourself slowly, a quiet sigh escaping as the tension in your body began, at last, to loosen.
For a fleeting moment, there was peace.
You leaned your head back against the cool edge of the tub, eyes half-lidded, breath evening out as the world beyond the bathroom faded into something distant and unimportant.
Then, without quite deciding to, you let yourself slip lower..
The water closed over your shoulders… your throat… your chin.. and your lips.
Then your eyes.
Sound dulled. Light fractured.
You watched the ceiling through the shifting surface, its edges bending, softening. losing their certainty. The faint hum of the apartment, the distant noise of the city, all of it seemed to stretch thin, like something being pulled too far.
The water felt… deeper.
That was the first thing you noticed.
The warmth that had wrapped around you so completely began to ebb, not abruptly, but with a slow, creeping absence. The porcelain beneath you.. solid, familiar.. seemed less certain, as though it no longer held the same weight.
Your breath caught.
Something in your chest tightened, instinct rising before thought could catch up. You tried to push upward.
There was no tub floor to find.
The space around you opened- widened, impossibly vast. The dim, yellowed light of your bathroom fractured into wavering bands that stretched above you like a beacon of hope.
Your lungs burned.
Panic struck all at once, violent, disorienting.
You moved, no, thrashed, arms reaching, legs kicking against nothing you understood. The surface was there, you could see it, distant and shimmering, your own breath escaping you in a rush of silver bubbles that spiraled upward, as if urging you to follow.
You did.
You had to.
Your body surged forward, every movement desperate, uncoordinated, driven by the singular need to breathe. Your chest ached, vision narrowing as the distance seemed to stretch and collapse all at once.
And then-
Air.
You broke through the surface with a sharp, ragged gasp, dragging in breath that burned just as much as the lack of it had. Water clung to you, heavy and unfamiliar, as you struggled to stay upright, coughing, choking, your hands scrambling for something—anything—solid.
This wasn’t right.
This wasn’t-
You forced your eyes open.
And everything inside you seemed to drop out at once.
There was no bathroom..
No cracked tiles. No dim overhead light. No narrow walls closing in around you.
Instead… sky.
Open, endless sky, fractured only by the shifting canopy of trees that towered above you. Their branches stretched high, leaves whispering softly as they caught the light in a way that felt far too real, far too detailed to be anything but—
No.
No, that wasn’t possible.
Your breathing turned uneven again, sharp and quick, your pulse pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else.
You turned, wildly, disoriented. the water around you rippling outward as you moved. A lake. You were in a lake.. cold against your skin in a way the bath had never been.
You you swam desperately to the shore, stumbling forward, nearly losing your footing before managing to drag yourself toward the shore. Your hands met rough earth instead of tile, fingers digging into damp soil as you pulled yourself out, collapsing onto solid ground with all the grace of something that had no idea where it was. or how it had gotten there.
You coughed again, water spilling from your lungs as your body struggled to catch up with what had just happened.
Your mind lagged behind.
This wasn’t real.
It couldn’t be real.
Just moments ago, you had been in your apartment. your bathroom. your life.
You squeezed your eyes shut, as if that might undo it. As if you might open them again and find the familiar, suffocating normalcy waiting for you.
But the air still smelled of damp earth and something green.. alive in a way your apartment had never been. The ground beneath you remained uneven. And when you finally forced yourself to look again. The forest was still there.
So were you.. trapped.. though you could not yet bring yourself to fully accept the word, you lingered at the river’s edge, your body trembling with the aftermath of shock. The world pressed in on you from all sides, too vivid, too present. This was no dream. Dreams did not bite at your skin with cold air, did not carry the scent of damp earth and living green, did not echo with distant, unknowable sounds.
Slowly, shakily, you pushed yourself upright. Your limbs felt foreign, unreliable, like something newly given rather than long owned. Your legs quivered beneath you, threatening collapse with each uncertain shift of weight. Wet hair clung to your face and shoulders, a thin, useless veil that did little to preserve your dignity, though modesty felt like a fragile, almost absurd concern in the face of everything else.
You took a step. Then another. Each movement was cautious, tentative, like a fawn finding its footing for the first time. The forest loomed around you, dense and watchful. Every rustle of leaves, every snapping twig beneath your feet sent a sharp jolt of panic through your chest. You flinched at shadows, at wind, at the distant call of something unseen. Your breath came uneven, too quick, too shallow.
‘Where am I…?’
The question circled endlessly, unanswered and growing heavier with each passing moment.
You walked without direction, guided only by the desperate instinct to move, to find something.. anything that might resemble safety, or sense, or even familiarity. Time stretched strangely, bending beneath your fear, until at last the trees began to thin.
A clearing opened before you. And there.
Far in the distance, rising above the land as though it had been carved from the very bones of the earth itself.
A castle.
Not the broken remnants of one, nor some crumbling relic reclaimed by time, but something whole. Towering. Majestic in a way that felt almost unreal. Its spires pierced the sky, pale stone catching the light in a way that made it seem distant and untouchable, like something glimpsed in a painting or a dream.
Your breath caught.
Your knees nearly gave way beneath you.
It was too much. Too impossible. Too wrong.
“What the fuck…” you whispered, the words fragile and hollow as they left you.
You stared at it, unmoving, as if sheer will alone might unravel the illusion, might peel it away and reveal your bathroom behind it, your life waiting just out of sight.
It didn’t.
Instead..
The ground trembled.
At first, it was subtle. A faint disturbance beneath your feet, like distant thunder rolling beneath the earth itself. Then it grew. stronger, heavier. until it became impossible to ignore. Your head turned, slowly, dread already coiling tight in your chest.
And then you saw it.
A shape rose above the treeline behind you, massive, unnatural. Scales caught the light in dull, shifting hues. Wings. vast and terrible unfurled with a sound like tearing canvas, displacing the air with their sheer size. The creature reared back, its long neck arching, jaws parting.
And the roar that followed tore through the world.
It was force that rattled through your bones, stealing the borrowed breath from your lungs, freezing your blood in your veins.
Your body chose for you.
You ran.
Blind, frantic, driven by something far deeper than thought. The forest became a blur of green and shadow as you stumbled forward, branches clawing at your skin, roots threatening to drag you down. Behind you, the beast moved- no, pursued. each thunderous step shaking the ground, each beat of its wings stirring violent gusts of wind that seemed intent on throwing you back into its grasp.
Tears blurred your vision. Your lungs burned. A scream tore from your throat, raw, desperate, useless.
“Help! someone, please!”
But the forest did not answer.
Something else did.
From the right, the undergrowth exploded outward. A massive form burst into your path, forcing you to stumble back with a choked cry. It stood towering and broad, its body thick with muscle, covered in coarse, dark hair. Its head. horribly, impossibly.. was that of a bull, horns curved and deadly, nostrils flaring as it exhaled a hot, furious breath.
Your mind broke around the sight of it.
You were trapped.
Behind you, the winged nightmare descended, its shadow swallowing the light. Before you, the horned brute pawed at the ground, snorting, ready to charge.
There was nowhere to go.
Your legs gave out. You dropped to the ground, curling in on yourself, arms thrown over your head as if they could shield you from what was coming. Your body shook violently, breath breaking into panicked, uneven gasps as the world seemed to collapse inward.
And then heavy Impact.
A deafening crash shook the earth as the dragon struck, its claws tearing into the ground where the minotaur had stood. The beast bellowed in rage, before lunging forward, horns lowered.
They collided with a force that sent shockwaves through the clearing.
The minotaur drove its horns into the dragon’s side, not deep enough to kill, but enough to draw a guttural, furious roar. The dragon retaliated instantly, jaws snapping down, teeth like daggers scraping across thick muscle. Blood spilled. dark and heavy spattering the ground.
The air filled with sound. Roars, bellows, the sickening tear of flesh.
The minotaur struck again, swinging a massive arm, its strength immense as it hammered against the dragon’s neck. The impact staggered the beast for a brief moment—but only a moment. Its tail lashed out, catching the minotaur across the torso and sending it crashing through a cluster of trees with splintering force.
You lifted your head, just enough to see.
Just enough to wish you hadn’t.
The minotaur rose again, staggering but defiant, chest heaving, blood matting its fur. It charged, a final, desperate assault. its roar filled with something primal, something that almost resembled defiance against the inevitable.
The dragon met it head-on.
Claws sank deep this time. piercing, holding.
Its jaws followed.
There was a wet, horrific sound as they closed around the minotaur’s shoulder and neck, crushing, tearing. The creature’s roar broke into something strained, something fading. It struggled, thrashed. then weakened.
The dragon wrenched its head violently to the side. Bone gave way.
The body fell.
What followed was worse.
The dragon did not kill cleanly. It tore. Ripped. Fed. Flesh parted beneath its teeth, blood soaking into the earth, the clearing transformed into something unrecognizable.. something brutal and final.
You didn’t remember deciding to move. But somehow, you had. Slowly, carefully, you dragged yourself away, every motion deliberate, silent, as you slipped into the cover of a nearby bush. You pressed yourself low, trembling, barely daring to breathe as you watched through the leaves.
Time lost meaning again.
Eventually, the dragon stilled. It lifted its head, surveying its surroundings with cold, indifferent eyes. For one horrible moment, you were certain it would see you.. that it would know.
With a powerful beat of its wings, it rose, lifting into the sky and disappearing beyond the trees, leaving only devastation behind.
Silence returned. But it was not the same silence as before. It was heavier. Tainted. You stayed where you were for a long while, your breath slowly evening, your body still trembling with the remnants of terror. Only when you were certain.. certain it was gone.. did you dare to emerge.
The clearing was… ruined.
You approached the fallen minotaur hesitantly, each step weighed down by unease. Up close, it was worse. more real, more grotesque than anything your mind could have prepared you for. And yet… You couldn’t stay as you were.
Swallowing hard, forcing your shaking hands to move, you did what you had to. The fur came away unevenly, clumsy work born of desperation rather than skill, but it was enough. You wrapped it around yourself, the coarse material heavy against your skin, carrying with it the lingering warmth. and the unmistakable scent of the creature it had belonged to.
It was not comfortable.. But it was something. You turned then, your gaze lifting once more to the distant castle. It stood exactly as before. Untouched. Waiting.
Drawing a slow, unsteady breath, you began to head towards what you could only hope is civilization.
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Hello! If your reading this that means you finished it, Thank you! Let me know if you’d like me to continue this story! Cause I want to make it into a series but if it’s dogwater then I’ll focus on other things instead!