Head Over Heels - Paired with a new stunt partner for the year, you quickly fall head over heels - no pun intended - for Violet Lanes. 🌸🔥
Opposites Attract: As the star of the football team, Vi Lanes can't risk her reputation by associating with the nerdy Class President. It won't stop her fucking you, though. 🔥
Violet Riffs and Honey Kisses: Rock Star Vi x Bimbo Singer Reader 🌸
On Your Tail: Dark Vampire!Cait x Bunny-Hybrid!Reader x Werewolf!Vi. You've been your village's sacrifice for the monsters for five years running. But this year feels...Different. 🖤🔥
Jinx Hunt: A few months after Caitlyn and Vi bring you to Castle Kiramman, a surprise visitor shows up. đź–¤
What Could Have Been: Modern AU. On the prowl, Cassandra and Tobias come across a familiar face... 🔥
At Her Pleasure: Knights!Caitvi x Princess!Reader. Sers Caitlyn and Vi are appointed to be your personal guard, and you delight in torturing them for it 🌸🔥
Academic Misconduct: You didn't think starting your new job at Piltover University would be this... troublesome 🔥
Add Some Spice (Older Sex Worker!Caitlyn x Reader x Vi): Work In Progress, Not Published
Western AU (Sheriff Caitlyn x Rancher's Daughter Reader x Ranch Hand Vi): Work In Progress, Not Published
Victor only brushed your back when he handed you the dossier. Leon saw. Leon ended him.
After a bullet to the skull and a whispered "no one touches what's mine," you see the version of Leon no one else does—the man behind the mission, unraveling quietly for you. His love isn’t hearts and roses—it’s blood on the walls, shredded intel, and promises whispered like oaths: "I’d gut God if He looked at you wrong."
You should be scared. You’re not. And that’s the most dangerous part.
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đź–¤ dark obsession
đź–¤ possessive, unhinged lovers
đź–¤ heavy tension & blurred morality
đź–¤ watching your sanity fray under his gaze
🖤 “I killed for you. Now let me prove it.”
It started with a gunshot. One clean pop. A single breath of thunder.
The bullet punched through Victor’s skull like a secret whispered straight through his brain. Right temple in, left temple out—crimson mist sprayed across the wall behind him, a wet signature of death. The silence that followed wasn’t silence at all. It was a moment held hostage. A tension strung so tight it could snap bone.
Victor crumpled. Twitch. Collapse. Nothing. And Leon stood there, arm outstretched, pistol still raised, body calm. The muzzle smoked lazily in the dim hallway light, like the ghost of rage was still drifting off his barrel.
You didn’t scream. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Your breath caught in your throat, not from fear—but from something far more dangerous. A dark understanding. A terrible, irreversible truth.
He turned to you. Leon Kennedy. Not the clean-cut operative. Not the golden boy of Raccoon City. No—this man wasn’t tactical, wasn’t stable, wasn’t safe. He was the monster that crawled out of the wreckage and learned to love. And you were the only thing keeping him from going feral completely. Or maybe the only thing he wanted to destroy himself for.
“You okay?” he asked, voice like steel wrapped in silk.
You didn’t answer. Your body swayed, but he caught you. Of course he did. One strong arm coiled around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the scent of smoke and blood soaking into your lungs.
“I warned him,” Leon murmured, thumb brushing your cheekbone with disturbing tenderness. “Told him once—no one touches what’s mine.”
Three Days Earlier
You’d been gearing up in the safehouse locker room when Victor slid a dossier into your hand, his palm grazing your lower back. Too casual. Too comfortable. You brushed it off, as usual. Leon didn’t. From the other side of the room, he watched. Quiet. Unblinking. Not a man. A weapon.
That night, the same dossier showed up shredded on your cot. Ripped down the middle, soaked in what smelled like scotch and spite. You confronted him, teeth bared.
“Did you seriously destroy a mission file because you got jealous?”
Leon didn’t look up from cleaning his knife. Just kept polishing the blade like it was a fucking mirror into his mind. “This isn’t jealousy.” He finally spoke, low and deliberate. “This is what I look like when I’m being merciful.”
You scoffed. “You’re not the fucking Punisher, Leon.”
He stepped forward, close enough that your back hit the wall. The tension snapped tight, so thick you could taste it.
“No,” he said, almost gently. “I’m worse.”
Present – After the Shot
The blood still clung to your boots. Still warm. Still glistening like fresh paint. Leon’s fingers pressed into your hip with bruising force, holding you against the cold concrete wall. “I didn’t want to scare you,” he said quietly, forehead resting against yours. “But I’m not letting this happen again.”
His breath dragged across your lips. “No more near touches. No more stolen glances. No more of that fucking smirk he gave you.”
You opened your mouth. He pressed two fingers to it. “You think I’m sick?” he asked. “You’re right.”
His mouth found your throat. One soft kiss. One scrape of teeth. “I don’t want normal. I don’t want peace.” His voice broke. “I want you. Every part. Even the ones you’re afraid to give.”
You didn’t push him away. You didn’t stop him. You should have. Instead, your head tilted. Just a little. Just enough. And that’s all he needed.
Safehouse Bedroom – Later
The sheets were rumpled. Your gun holster hung from the bedframe. Leon sat at the edge of the mattress, shirtless, scars on full display—each one a love letter from hell. His hand rested over your bare stomach, fingers splayed, warm and heavy. Possessive. “You’re not afraid anymore,” he said, almost in awe.
You turned your face toward him. “Maybe I should be.”
He leaned down. Kissed your jaw. Your throat. “But you’re not.”
You weren’t. And that scared you more than the gun in his holster.
The obsession grew like a mold in your life. Leon watched you when you spoke to others. Sometimes said nothing. Sometimes stared hard enough to burn holes through them. You found your necklace once—one you’d lost weeks ago—tucked into his vest pocket. He never told you how he got it. And then the note. Folded into your glove like a secret.
“Don’t trust them. Don’t even smile at them. They don’t see you like I do. They don’t deserve you.”
You burned it. But not before reading it three times.
You stood at the edge of the safehouse’s old balcony, moonlight cutting across your skin. He stepped up behind you, arms caging you in, chest against your back.
“How far would you go for me?” you asked softly.
Leon didn’t miss a beat. “I’d gut God himself if He looked at you wrong.”
You turned to face him. His eyes were wild. Raw. Real. He cradled your face in both hands, thumb dragging over your lower lip.
“I’d burn the whole world,” he whispered, “just to make sure no one ever touches what’s mine again.”
His kiss that followed wasn’t a promise. It was a possession.
synopsis: a tall handsome man asks you for directions as you're rushing late for work one morning. you continue with your day, but something feels... different.
{name}
is a worker at quaint petals, a plant shop in a semi-quiet part of the city. away from the busy street with foot and car traffic, but close enough to get some customers. she lives in oak street apartments, on floor 4, left at the hallway, two doors from the end. room 426. about a 10 minute drive from work and 25 minute drive from campus. she is a senior at sycress university, majoring in plant sciences.
Lukas
is a worker at iron core gym, a gym (no way) in the busy street with foot and car traffic. he lives in spruce avenue apartments, on floor 6, across the hallway from the elevator, four doors down. about a 20 minute drive from work and 30 minutes from campus. senior at sycress university, majoring kinesiology.
chapter I. (january 26th)🥀
chapter II. (february 2nd)🥀
chapter III. (february 12th)🥀
chapter IV. (february 17th)🥀
chapter V. (february 25th)🥀
chapter VI. (march 24)🥀
chapter VII. (not out)
chapter VIII. (not out)
chapter IX. (not out)
chapter X. (not out)
more to come
^represents perspective switch
^represents chapter start is from {name}'s perspective
^represents chapter start is from lukas' perspective
