#poor leon

[adageyer]

the beginning of the end

[sowa9]

[longing-for-rain]

Ada wasn't in RE9 because she would have instantly obliterated Victor Gideon's stank ass before they even went to Raccoon City for Doing That to Leon.

[onceandfuturelesbian]

“Needless to say, Leon thoroughly bewildered.” is my favourite fanfic sentence i’ve read tonight

yes it’s probably just a mistake by the author but i feel like it really suits the chaos and unhinged homoeroticism that he was forced to witness

‘supervising two gay idiots’ was NOT a part of the job description when he signed up

[leonsfap]

💌Re9 Leon who can’t get it up anymore, spending his nights trying to make up for how used up he feels. Getting sloppily drunk and finding his way into filthy brothels — sticky floors and old rooms that smell of old semen. Digging out loose crumbled bills from his pockets to pay for bright eyed younger prostitutes to take turns sucking on his gummy soft cock.

Trying to feel something again….

[transcendental-butimmental]

@merthurmicrofic

Word count: 809 (Back under 1K bayybeeee)

Prompt: Manhandle

Arthur had them all fooled, thought Leon as he backpedaled slowly from a sight he was sure he wasn't supposed to see. He pondered on it, as he exited the corridor as swiftly as stealth would allow.

Even as a boy, Arthur had held himself apart from everyone, not that anybody had thought anything of it. He had been a Prince, a future Crowned Prince, a future King. Of course he stood apart. He was apart.

A friendly knock on the shoulder, a weighty thump on the back in praise. That was all any of the Knights, Leon included, had ever expected of their leader. A manservant was different. He was sure he wasn't the only one who had reasoned that of course, a Manservant was different. He was not a Knight, nor a man of any social standing - not that it held him back much, Leon believed - but there was bound to be a difference in proximity there.

It was evident in the rough grabs and shoves and general manhandling he had witnessed over the years.

Leon had never been a Manservant, but he came from a good family, so he had a fair idea of some of the more... Delicate duties one might be tasked with. It only made sense, when the scrawny boy arrived in Camelot and was thrown to height of a royal Manservant, that he would form from nothing a different relationship with their Prince.

At first, Leon hadn't really understood the dynamic Arthur had with the boy. He'd heard Arthur's anger and his griping, witnessed his rough (but not entirely unkind) contact with Merlin, and only decorum had stayed his tongue from asking why he didn't just remove the lad from service, if his work was that unsatisfactory.

And then the dark-haired servant was taken on hunts with them, and scouting patrols, and very soon he went everywhere that Arthur did, and Leon had begun to understand.

Merlin's atrocious lack of respect, and his fierce determination to be the very worst behaved servant Leon had ever seen, was in fact his appeal, for Arthur. And later, for Leon and the rest of the Knights. Merlin was foul-mouthed, disrespectful, challenging and obtuse. And fiercely loyal. Leon had no doubt he'd die for Arthur. It was why he'd trained as hard as he had, why he'd fought the deadly threats he had. But Merlin had no training. For years, Arthur didn't even arm him if they expected trouble. Leon had no doubts at all that the servant would lay his own life down for their King, long before Arthur ever took the throne.

Arthur stood apart from everyone, but Merlin. At his heel, or inappropriately in step with him, he was within arms reach more often than not. Perhaps that was why the Prince's hands found him so often. Perhaps that was why, even as King, Arthur had not relinquished him for an older or more distinguished Manservant.

Looking back now, Leon found it blindingly obvious how those initial complaints and arguments and rough shoves had developed. Slowly enough he hadn't taken notice at the time. But as he thought on it, heading out towards the training field without the equipment he'd gone to fetch from the armoury - as it was, ahem, currently occupied - he figured that he probably should have seen it coming.

The Manhandling had never ceased, that he would have noticed. But it had grown, from the boyish shoving and angry outbursts, to playful jabs, to arms thrown like shields across chests in ambushes, hands curled around abdomens wrenched out of danger, to fleeting concerned hands on elbows.

So really, he reasoned, the fact that the Manhandling had taken a more... Amorous turn, really shouldn't have surprised him. Leon didn't judge, and nor was he a gossip, but it did feel a tad uneven that he should be the only one whose eyes were scarred by the progression of Arthur's manhandling of Merlin.

However, he was loyal. And chivalrous. And he was First Knight, he had a reputation to uphold and an example to set. He'd taken an oath.

And so when Gwaine was the first to open his mouth and jest that Leon had forgotten all their equipment, he gave the idiot a disdainful look, and welcomed him to rectify his mistake.

The fact that Gwaine set off with Percival in tow was really just a bonus. Between the two of them, word would spread eventually, and Leon would be able to keep his own mouth shut about the compromising position he'd caught his King in. Clearly, Arthur had upgraded his manhandling of Merlin yet again.

If you could still call shoving the man against the wall, clutching his neckerchief in both hands and snogging him senseless "manhandling". Leon thought perhaps there were other words better suited to that particular touch.

[bruhsoundeffect2]

I finally present the start of some of my Infected Leon au lore - with a rough storyboard as bonus!

Just a warning that this is gonna be a loooooong post. If you make it to the end, I applaud your dedication. As a treat, I’ll put the (admittedly extremely rough) sketch at the beginning so you don’t have to scroll all the way down if you don’t want to 😅

Well, without further ado, here we gooo~

So much of the beginning of the game is exactly the same – Leon goes to Spain, he gets attacked by the villagers, yada yada yada. Mendez is also still the one who ends up knocking Leon out and injecting him with the plaga.

Things don’t start to change until the fight against Del Lago. You know when Leon faints after the fight and gets his first taste of hallucinations from the plaga? That’s also when he also gets his first mutation. He wakes to find that he now has claw tipped hands covered in a hard plating that can only be described as chitin. It’s a mild mutation - he still has his 5 fingers and the relative shape of a hand, but the veins of his arms are extremely prominent, and it seems like the chitin will only continue creeping up.

Obviously, he’s horrified, but he’s not really surprised – getting infected in his line of work seemed almost inevitable. As usual, Leon decides to push his emotions to the back of his mind and puts all his focus into his current mission.

The rest of the village progresses as usual. Ashley is somewhat frightened by the state of Leon’s hands, but quickly realizes he means well when he helps her escape the church. The cabin scene also continues as per usual, with the exception that Luis expresses concern over Leon’s new mutations, to which he mentions the existence of a suppression drug.

The next major mutation occurs during the Mendez fight. During the second phase, Mendez grabs Leon and pins him against the wall. Leon finds his arms immobilized, and any attempts to escape seem to have no effect. Sensing impending doom, the plaga steps in with a new mutation in Leon’s legs, giving him wicked sharp claws in the form of a new set of dinosaur-like feet. It’s just what he needs to get the upper hand, and he’s able to grip at Mendez’s arm before ripping it off.

Leon only has a few seconds to really comprehend what happened to him before Mendez is back on him. Instinct kicks in, and with a little help from the plaga, Leon is able to easily overtake Mendez at this point. His new legs are much stronger and give him the ability to jump and dodge much more easily. Leon’s survival instinct is kicked into overdrive, and after he defeats Mendez, he swiftly escapes from the burning building.

Once the danger of the situation has washed away, the plaga seems to settle down and leaves Leon to his own devices again. Unfortunately, this also allows him to finally register the state of his body. Ashley, of course, is also alarmed by the new changes, but upon seeing the briefest flash of distress on Leon‘s face, she realizes that HER fear is probably the last thing he needs to see. So instead, she cracks a dumb joke.

This ends up being exactly what Leon needs, and after a few reassurances from both Ashley and himself, he quickly falls back into prioritizing the mission. Chiding himself for wasting so much time, he quickly rises to stand... only to promptly fall back down. Turns out without the plaga subconsciously guiding him, he actually has zero idea on how to maneuver his new legs.

The idea of having to relearn how to navigate his body terrifies Leon. By getting used to this as his new “normal,” he feels like he’s admitting defeat and accepting that this is permanent. He also realizes, however, that if he isn’t able to move properly, the chances of him being able to get Ashley to safety are close to zero. After a brief mental breakdown, he resigns himself to his fate with the hope that he can avoid having the same thing happen to Ashley. And so, him and Ashley spend the next couple minutes practicing how to stand and walk in his “new heels,” as Ashley calls much to his chagrin.

[iv-135729]

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