Mine is my little chewtoy. I just wanna bite him over and over again and grind him between my teeth and drool while he squeaks and squeals all high pitched.
Asking this since i'm not sure how you feel about headcanoning things but... how would you headcanon Danny (Ghostface) reacting to a Las Plagas infected Leon during a match and the aftermath? Does he help Leon get rid of the Las Plagas or he get infected too? Actually.... would a Las Plagas infection in the realm be worse than the Blight maybe?
OK so I am answering this on my way to Uni, so I'm sorry if this is a bit rushed.
First of all I feel honored you would ask me that since I have only written one Ghostleon fic so far and secondly I am still relatively new to the RE fandome ( roughly since September last year) and I'm making my way slowly though the games. I have played RE4 only once so far and don't know how the Las Plagas work 100% yet.
In regards to headcanons I don't have much sadly. I have planned to write a Plaga!Leon in dbd fic to explore the subject myself (hopefully before the remake drops).
Depending on when the Entity would snatch him up into her realm ( either a newly infected Leon who doesn't know what's happening to him or a close to the end of the game Leon who is close to getting cured) I think things could all go very differently.
In regards to Danny, since Leon is possible a new survivor and there is no connection between them I think he would be curious about this new guy that either is a survivor with a ticking time bomb or a possible new killer.
There sadly isn't a cure in the Entity's realm or at least that's what I believe so poor Leon will forever suffer with the Plagas now and will have to learn to live with that. So lots of angst potential, maybe guilt over leaving Ashley behind.
This is all the time I have to answer this now, might come back later to add to this
it’s ghostleon headcanons time (aka, its 3am on a sunday and i don’t want to go to bed because tomorrow i gotta go to work)
- both danny and leon LOVE petnames
- danny gives petnames easily - he’s a flirty bastard, and will call anyone and anything sweetheart. it’s playful most of the time, sometimes just to taunt. you’ll learn than calling an asshole “babygirl” has more chance to infuriate them than to straight up insulting them
- leon doesn’t use as much petnames as danny does - he’ll call him babe or sweetheart every now and then, but will stick to his name most of the time
- HOWEVER he becomes absolutely flustered when danny uses petnames - and he uses petnames a LOT
- babe, sweetheart, honey, sweetie, pretty boy - leon deserves them all
- the first time danny called him “bunny” he flushed a deep red. it became his favorite (but he’ll never admit it)
- in return he called him “kitty” and danny’s brain stopped working. it became his favorite (and he’ll gladly admit it)
A/N: My god, editing this took for ever; remind me to never write with a headache ever again. Anyway, this is my first time writing ghostleon and I’m still figuring them out. But I got so many ideas for more.
Obligatory English isn’t my first language warning.
Cross posted on AO3
Wordcount: 3535
Summary: Trials against Danny were usually fun, but things take a quick turn
Tags: suicide (aka Jeff speedruns the hook), blood and injury, canon typical violence, established relationship
A thick fog encased the campfire, snuffing out its light and taking away the warmth it had provided. The voices of the other survivors grew distant, and then they were gone. Leaving Leon alone in the endless grey.
Slowly, the emptiness around him changed. The ground under Leon’s feet turned muddy and from above icy rain drenched him in seconds. Finally, the fog cleared, unveiling his new hell. The temple of purgation.
It became clear with one quick look around, that he was alone. At least for now. Sometimes the Entity placed the survivors together, other times she paired them up. But today there didn’t seem to be anyone else in his vicinity.
Not too far away on some kind of platform or other, stood a generator. Out in the open like it was, with no pallets or windows for a quick getaway, would make him an easy target for the killer. But baggers couldn’t be choosers.
Leon chose not to open the chest he found on his way to the generator and sparing the dull totem behind him only a quick glance, he sat down and started on rewiring the cables. From his position on the gen Leon had a clear view of the temple in the middle of the realm and the brick wall fencing them in. The only blind spot was right behind him where the totem sat nestled between the ruins of whatever this structure once was.
The more time passed and the more the generator progressed, the more anxious Leon became. Where was the killer? Who was the killer? Halfway done and still no heartbeat. Maybe he was lucky, and the killer was occupied with someone else on the other side of the map. Or maybe it was Myers and Leon was already getting stalked. If he was extremely lucky, it was Danny. It would be on brand for him to just watch out of the shadows and wait for Leon to notice him.
Suddenly something dark scurried by him, tearing Leon out of his concentration and prompting him to connect the wrong wires. He was quick to raise his arms in front of his face to shield himself from the small explosion. Looking behind him Leon half expected to find his boyfriend, instead there was Jeff hovering over the totem. An apologetic look passed between them before Leon went back to the generator while Jeff continued with the totem.
The explosion hadn’t only set the generator’s progress back but also alerted whoever the killer was to their position. Great. The sudden soothing aura of the now blessed totem did nothing to calm his nerves. Things went in fact from bad to worse, when suddenly Jeff’s pained scream pierced through the air behind him.
And there he was in all his glory, white mask sprinkled in blood and dark clothes hiding a surprisingly strong body; Ghostface. If it weren’t for Jeff bleeding out on the ground only a few feet away from him, Leon would be happy to see him. Instead, he sprang away from the generator and pretended to get away. He knew that Danny wouldn’t go after him for now, but they had to keep up pretences in front of the other survivors. Only the Entity knew how they would react to their secret relationship.
Not going far, Leon crouched down between the remnants of a long-gone structure, having perfect view of the hook Danny had carried Jeff to and the treeline the killer vanished behind. Out of his peripheral vision he could see Meg approaching, crouching down behind a structure just like him.
Looking back to Jeff Leon noted with dismay that the man was trying to unhook himself. He must know that at the very least Leon wasn’t too far away – why was he doing that?
Stifling a groan of frustration Leon jumped up and over the debris he’d been hiding behind, hoping that seeing him would get Jeff to stop what he was doing. Meg was right beside him, sprinting with him in the direction of the hook where Jeff was now struggling against the Entity’s claws. And of course, Danny would choose that exact moment to come back out of hiding; missing Meg with his knife by only a hairsbreadth.
All three of them came to an abrupted stop when Jeff suddenly got pierced trough by the Entity’s spidery claws. Had he just given up? Leon had been so close, only meters away. There should have still been time to get him off the hook. Why?
Looking to Meg, Leon thought that he must look just as devastated as her. Even Danny, with his knife still raised for a strike, looked perplexed. His head crooked slightly to the side as he looked at the destroyed hook. Leon couldn’t help but compare his stance to that of a confused puppy.
The momentary truce was broken when a generator turned on in the distance, jolting them back into the moment. With a shooing motion, Danny indicated for Meg to start running again, allowing her a generous head start before he reassumed the chase.
Sparing one last glance at the sky and mourning the loss of his teammate, Leon went back to the generator from the beginning. Re-entering the healing circle of the blessed totem made a cold shiver run down his spine. Had Jeff planned this? Had he put the totem up in preparation of getting sacrificed, so that they could heal themselves without the help of a medkit or someone else?
That didn’t sit right with Leon, he’d rather have the man right there beside him than that stupid totem. In the end, it didn’t matter what Jeff had been thinking. Whether he had purposefully let himself be sacrificed or it had been an accident – perhaps the rain had made the Entity’s claws slippery – because now he was gone and there were still four generators to do and only three of them left. Leon had encountered worse odds and made it out alive. And with Bill and Meg left as his remaining teammates, Leon was hopeful.
But everything was easier said than done. In no time at all first Meg and then Bill managed to get injured, and the rain made it nearly impossible to repair the generator without slipping or electrocuting himself.
Deciding to abandon the generator when Bill got hooked, Leon made quick haste to where the man’s pained scream had come from. Rounding rather than making his way through the temple, Leon fell into a sprint when he passed by the jungle gym Meg was currently keeping Danny occupied in. As long as she kept him there, Leon would be able to safely unhook Bill and move the man into the range of the blessed totem for a quick heal.
Getting the man off the hook was easy. Keeping him off the hook however wasn’t, not with Danny making it his lifegoal to target him specifically. Every attempt to lead Danny away from Bill was met with a stab in warning and not even Meg dancing just out of his reach could get him to change paths. In no time at all Bill was back on the hook and Leon was pissed. And by Danny’s clear avoidance or attempt to seriously hurt him, Leon had a clear picture in his head of what the guy had in mind.
Yeah, not today. Leon owned it to Jeff to not let the others get sacrificed. They would win this round and Danny could be mopey about it; he could complain about not getting to spend quality time with him as much as he wanted – Leon knew that whether he made it out of this alive or not, Danny would sneak into his cabin later regardless, just like he always did.
Danny went straight after Meg as soon as he had managed to put Bill on the hook for the second time. Leon waited till they were far enough away before getting the old man back down and basically dragged him into the direction of the totem to heal him. After, they sat down to finally finish the generator.
As soon as the lights turned on, they cautiously made their way into the temple and down the steps to the basement where the next generator waited for them. Being finally out of the rain didn’t stop the full body shivers thanks to his completely drenched uniform. Leon couldn’t wait to get out of this place and back to his cosy little cabin, and depending on how this trial would end, maybe he would allow Danny to snuggle under the covers with him.
Leon sat down on the gen while Bill scouted out the basement, coming back shortly after with a toolbox in hand. It always came as a surprise how much faster a generator progress with the help of others.
The doors of the basement opened, powered by the generator. And with only two more to go, the exit gates would follow soon.
Or at least that was the plan. Danny wouldn’t make it that easy to get out, though. Something he proofed with downing Meg in the next second.
That was okay, she hadn’t been hooked yet. Bill on the other hand would be dead the moment Danny got his hands on him again. It would be safest for Leon to get her alone and for Bill to move to the next generator.
Pointing his thump at his chest and then up, Leon expressed just that. Not even waiting for the man to agree or disagree with him before taking the steps two at a time and making his way up again.
Standing in the middle of the temple Leon tried to locate where the scream had come from. There was no second scream indicating that she had been hooked and for one hopeful moment, Leon thought she had been able to struggle free. That was till he saw her lying not too far away from the entrance of the temple.
Scanning the surrounding area, there was no sign of Danny’s dark form anywhere. This was a trap.
If he made his way to Meg then Danny would go for Bill, but if he didn’t, she would bleed out right there. Leon was torn, he couldn’t protect them both. As much as he hated that way of thinking – saving Meg would be the better choice. She hadn’t been hooked yet, which would increase both of their chances to escape.
Sending one apologetic glance in the direction of the basement he stepped back out into the rain. Not only weighed down by his wet clothes but also his conciseness. Every step he took away from the temple and closer to Meg put a nail in Bill’s coffin. Danny could have just as well put the knife right in his hand and told him to choose. If he couldn’t save Bill, at the very least Leon would do everything to get Meg out of this.
Falling into a sprint, Leon nearly slipped on the muddy ground as he came to a stop next to Meg. Dropping to his knees he wasted no time in helping her back up, with one arm around her middle and her arm around his neck, they made it hallway to the healing totem before Bill’s scream tore thought the air. Leon’s breath got stuck in his throat, nearly choking him. This was his fault.
They rounded the outside of the temple just in time to see Danny crouching over the man’s still body with his camera in hand. Quickly crowding Meg against the wall of the temple and clamping a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, they watched on helplessly.
Danny wiped his knife clean with his glove and Leon’s eyes followed the movement. It was a motion that Leon always found strangely hypnotic. Every time the man used any kind of knife, should it be in the kitchen or out hunting, Leon couldn’t help but watch.
The moment was broken when Danny got up and moved out of his sight and into the forest. Waiting a moment to see if he would come back, Leon released his hold on Meg, only for her slump right back into him. She needed help, and soon.
They were just out of reach of the heal totem, but Danny had walked right into that direction. It would be too high of a risk. Letting her rest against him for a moment longer, Leon took that time to collect himself and take inventory. For the exit gates to open they needed two more generators. There was one gen in the killer shack; protected by windows and a pallet. Then the next best one would be the generator near the east gate.
Leon’s eyes landed on Bill’s lifeless body on the ground and then the toolbox next to him. If he could get that, they would have a head start on the next generator. But he had no idea where Danny had gone; he could be just out of sight hiding and waiting for them to make a move. But could they risk moving to generator without it?
In the next moment the faint aura of the totem got sniffed out, gone was their opportunity for a quick heal but it also gave away the killers position. The moment was now or never. Supporting most of Meg’s weight they started moving in the direction of the killer’s shag.
Once there Leon wasted no time pulling bandages out of one of his uniform pockets and wrapping them around Megs torso – to stop the bleeding completely she would need stiches, but at least this way they could slow it down.
Sitting down on the gen, Leon could hardly concentrate on repairing it. Eyes sweeping from one exit to the window to next exit. Ears straining to pick up any sound from beyond the shag, but the sound of the generator and the heavy rain made it impossible to distinguish between the normal woodland sounds and what could be footfalls on the muddy ground.
It was too late by the time Leon noticed the white mask between the trees. He could feel it, the sensation of being marked. The look Meg spared him over the generator let him now that she could feel it too.
The generator turned on and Danny moved. Meg and he both jumped up and to the opposite exit the killer would come through. Leon had barley any time to position himself behind her before he could feel the knife slice his back.
Everything happened in slow motion after; landing just outside of the shag in a muddy puddle, Danny stepping over him like he was nothing, Meg going down just meters away from him.
The anger that coursed through him wasn’t even meant for Danny. Not even when the man looked right back at him before holstering Meg over his shoulder, taunting him. Did you really think you could save her? The voice in his head was a mixture of his own and the killer carrying his last remaining teammate to her death.
Fists clenched Leon watched as Meg tried to struggle free, but the hook was so close and from experience Leon knew how strong Danny actually was. She wouldn’t make it out in time.
He did however feel his anger redirect when Danny didn’t come back for him once he had Meg on the hook. Instead, he stayed unmoving in front of her, watching as Meg tried to unhook herself in vain and he continued to watch as she had to struggle against the Entity.
Enough was enough, Leon wouldn’t wait for Meg to lose her fight against the claws. Crawling into the opposite direction of the hook, he hoped to find a place to hide away. Dragging himself through the mud and shrub till he found a good place between the ruins.
Leon was pissed enough that he would honestly rather bleed out than be giving an out by his boyfriend. He had failed to protect any of his teammates, Danny giving him hatch would be insult to injury. He didn’t deserve it. Didn’t deserve all the other times Danny let him go without struggle either, really.
All too soon that familiar rumble of the Entity claiming her victim echoed through the air, bouncing off the old ruins and taunting Leon with his failure to protect anyone. By now Danny must have come back to the shag to look for him. He only hoped that the rain was heavy enough to wash away his drag marks or at least make it harder to follow them.
There, not too far away from his little hiding spot, was the sound of rushed footsteps. Quickly placing a hand over his mouth to mute his heavy breathes and flattening his back against the structure he willed himself to disappear.
He didn’t even notice that he had stopped breathing, till he could no longer hear Danny and took in a greedy breath. Next, he noticed that the mudpuddle below him had turned an alarming red. Maybe the Entity would grand him his wish to bleed out. But luck hadn’t been on his side all trial.
A dong rang out and filled Leon with energy he didn’t now he still had. Enough to pick himself up and struggle to his feet. The blood loss made him woozy, dark spots dancing in his vision making it hard to concentrate on what was right in front of him. Taking his first step forward he almost crumbled to the ground again, catching himself on the structure behind him.
Just standing there and gathering his bearings, it took an embarrassing long moment for Leon to understand what had happened. Danny had closed the hatch. Which meant that he had either giving up looking for him or wanted to give Leon a chance to escape himself.
And Leon wasn’t sure what he preferred; a pissed of killer or getting an undeserved out. What he did know was that the endgame had started and that if he didn’t start moving into the direction of an exit soon, the Entity would take him herself.
Once he felt strong enough, he decided to move along the outskirts of the map instead of taking the quicker route through the middle, Leon hoped to evade Danny that way. There was no guaranty that the man wasn’t out for blood now.
Spotting a chest, Leon debated whether it be a smart to open it. There could be a medkit in there or maybe a flashlight. Both could be handy. But it would also cost him precious time.
Deciding to risk it, he crouched down and started fiddling with the lock. Seems like luck was on his side after all, Leon had never been so excited to see a flashlight in his life.
Just out of corner of his eye a dark figure flitted between the trees into the direction of the exit gate Leon had been moving to. Great. The other exit was on the opposite side of the map, till he made his way over there the time would have run out.
He would just have to try his luck with this one than. Moving along the wall that was barricading them in, Leon kept his eyes trained on his surroundings.
The ground was shaking by the time he made it to the exit, there was not much time left before the Entity would end this trial herself. Leon hadn’t seen Danny’s dark figure since that small glimpse of him earlier, he could still be around here somewhere. Leon had no other choice if he wanted to make it out, but to risk opening the gate anyways.
With one hand holding down the switch and the other grabbing the flashlight tight, he mentally counted down the seconds till the gate would open. The second red light blinked on when he felt the sensation of being watched. Eyes trailing the treeline till, they fell on a familiar white mask. Danny’s body briefly flickered silver with night shroud dropping now that he was detected.
“Are you mad at me, Bunny?” It was almost comically, the way Danny came out between the trees and stood there with his shoulders slumped. A picture of guilt. As if he felt any true remorse. He wouldn’t foul Leon in dropping his guard. “You know I’m only doing my job.”
“Do your job over there than.” Leon nearly growled, pointing his flashlight into the forest and away from him.
“Don’t be like tha-“Shining the flashlight right in Danny’s face to shut him up, Leon moved through the gate as the door finally opened. And he kept interrupting Danny’s every excuse with a new beam of light as soon as the guy set on to start again.
The air practically vibrated at this point; the time was up. Moving backwards into the fog Leon turned the flashlight off only to raise one final middle finger at his boyfriend as the fog thickened around him till he couldn’t see anything anymore.
Danny would have a hard time making it up to him later.
I bought the Ghostface dlc and then got two matches back to back with friendly Ghosties while playing as Leon??? This is a sign to get a move on with my fics lol
