Ran by @residentcrows this is the place for all my Weskennedy events!
This is a Dead Dove and Proship friendly space, everything will be tagged accordingly
This will officially run from June 1st through the 7th, which is the start of the posting period
And doing something a little different this year with a new NSFW list as well!
SFW Prompts
Day 1
Family | Separation | "It just had to be you, didn't it?"
Day 2
Sick/Injury | Bared Teeth | "What's this?"
Day 3
"Mine." | Freedom | "Oh, fuck you."
Day 4
Doppelganger | Caretaking | Working From Home
Day 5
Proposal | Flowers | Dead Ends
Day 6
Crossover! | Retirement | Candles
Day 7
Rituals | Blood | "They won't touch you."
NSFW Prompts
Day 1
Experiments | Worship | Sensation Play
Day 2
Restraint(s) | Toys | Threesomes or Moresomes
Day 3
Power Dynamics | Chastity | Oral Fixation
Day 4
Double Penetration | Transformation | Cucking
Day 5
Monsterfucking | Sex Pollen | Leather
Day 6
Tentacles | Oral Fixation | Whips
Day 7
Free Day! - Taboo or Kink of choice
Rules:
Submitting prompts is open all year round!!! The ship week is merely to get everyone together and create stuff. Any fills from any year is open for submissions no matter the time!
All participants must be 18+
Any subject matter is welcomed, but everything must be tagged appropriately.
no AI
Tag your works with thevenueweskennedyweek2026 to have it reblogged here!
Can be merged with any other events/prompts so long as they are also okay with it
All works must be New. Existing WIPs finished for this are accepted.
No minimum word requirement. All formats of creation (art, fic, podfic, gifs, etc) are welcome!
Threesomes and moresomes are allowed, just so long as the focus is on these two
FAQ
💉 What Kind of Works Are Accepted?
All forms of creation is welcome! Ex: fic, art, podfic, poetry, sculpture, whatever you like!
💉How do I participate?
Any new works (WIPs included) that you’ve not posted anywhere else focusing on Leon and Wesker in a relationship, using the prompts post. It can be any sort of relationship, romantic or sexual is not required.
💉Can I do collaborations with others?
Absolutely! Collaborations are welcomed!
💉What Ships Are Allowed?
Anything Weskennedy, including 3somes, moresomes, reader and others! Just be sure to have those two as the main focus. Ship hate and bashing is strictly prohibited.
💉Is it mandatory to participate in each day of the event?
Nope! You can participate on however many or few days as you want!
💉Can I post a work for a prompt after that prompt’s day is over?
Yes! I’ll also reblog any works that are made for this, no matter the date.
💉Can I combine more than one day’s prompt?
Sure! You can combine as many or as few prompts as you like and you’re more than welcome to create more than once piece per prompt as well!
💉Is NSFW/Dead Dove content allowed?
Yes, anything is allowed so long as it’s tagged properly and put behind a cut. Basically, anything AO3 accepts is okay to do here, too. We don’t do censorship here.
💉Can I submit my work anonymously?
Absolutely! Can either submit it anonymously here on Tumblr, through the ship week e-mail or onto the AO3 collection itself.
💉Will there be an AO3 collection?
Yes, we have an AO3 collection!
💉Do you have any other social media?
Just this blog and the discord server!
Check out the Weskennedy Venue community on Discord - hang out with 68 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
AO3 Collection!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Weskennedy Week 2026 Masterlist - My Writing - AO3 Link
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Prompt(s) Used: Rituals | Blood
Summary: A day in the life of the Wesker-Kennedy family.
Context:
No zombies and nothing bad ever happened. Well except for Chief Irons canonically being a serial killer. He's in jail and Marvin is Chief of Police. Leon joined the RPD in early 2000, not 1998.
I made up all their birthdays (except for the years) and changed Jake’s birth year.
Leon woke up to a tiny foot kicking him in the face and what felt like a boa constrictor around his waist. Opening his eyes, he saw that Zeno was tucked into his stomach and clinging to his waist while Jake was upside down and kicking him in the face.
Leon let out a deep sigh and accepted his fate as this was nothing new to wake up to. The boys had always been clingy, especially Zeno. He was probably the one that started the trend of waking up before the sun and Jake just followed suit.
Not that it mattered of course. Albert and him didn’t mind it, happy to enjoy this before their boys became teenagers who were too embarrassed to be seen with them. But Leon really wished it didn’t involve him getting kicked in the face every morning.
Thankfully for him, Albert always came to his rescue.
Or he attempted to at least.
Leon was feeling stubborn today.
“Come on, it’s time to get up.” Albert whispered, gently moving the kids so Leon could get up, “We have work and they have school.”
“Hmpf, but I’m cozy.” Leon whined, “Just remove them and leave me here.”
Then, as if Jake heard him, Leon received another kick to the face.
“Ack! Okay! I’m up!” Leon groaned, allowing Albert to pull him out of bed, “Why can’t they kick you in the face once in a while?”
“Oh they kick me too.” Albert chuckled, standing Leon upright, “Just this night they kicked me as they crawled into bed with us. Never thought I would need to wear an athletic cup to bed, but here we are.”
Leon let out a snort and walked into their bedroom’s ensuite bathroom.
“Do you think we have time for a shower?” Leon asked, “Perhaps one we take together?”
Albert looked at their bed to make sure their kids were still asleep before turning back to him.
“Yes, but we’ll have to make it quick.” Albert told him.
“Isn’t that just our normal speed in everything these days?” Leon joked.
Albert didn’t even bother to answer him. Just grabbed a set of clean clothes for the both of them and pushed him into their shower stall.
Leon was right though. After having kids, they did need to do everything at the speed of light in order to keep up. Things were slower in the mornings, so they could take some time for themselves.
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Fifteen minutes later, Leon and Albert came back out to find their boys up and eating strawberries. On their nice white sheets. That they’d just bought.
“Hi Daddy and Papa!” Jake exclaimed, “We got breakfast!”
Zeno, ever silent, just raised his sticky, chubby hands up towards Leon. Whining to be picked up as he made grabby hands.
“Ah… Okay, guess this is how we’re doing things today.” Leon sighed, picking Zeno up, but keeping him away from his clean clothes, “Let’s go clean you up.”
Leon walked back into the bathroom, leaving Albert with Jake.
“Jake, we don’t eat in bed.” Albert stated, “We keep the food in the kitchen from now on, alright?”
“Okay.” Jake pouted, “I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” Albert said, “Come along now, you have school today.”
With that, Albert picked Jake up and went to get him ready for school. He’d deal with the laundry later. Strawberry stains weren’t the worst thing in the world after all.
Being behind schedule on the other hand very much was.
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After they got both of the kids cleaned and dressed for school, it was time for breakfast. Albert made breakfast, pancakes that looked like animals using fruit, while Leon packed everyone’s lunches. The two of them are a well oiled machine after doing this routine for the past fiveish years.
“Do you guys know what you’re doing today?” Leon asked as he sat down with them.
“Yeah! Ms. B said we were gonna go outside!” Jake excitedly told him, “We’re gonna make snowmen!”
“That sounds very exciting.” Albert commented before turning to Zeno, “What do you think, Zeno? Are you excited?”
Zeno shrugged and went back to eating.
They had found out a couple years ago that their youngest was nonverbal. Well, mostly nonverbal. He did say “daddy”, “papa”, and “Jake”, but only when he was in major distress. Other than that, they used sign language to communicate.
Thankfully his meltdowns were few and far between. His latest one was two months ago on the first day of school. Zeno had been quite upset that they were “abandoning” him at some strange child prison and had to be pulled away by his teacher.
This kind of reaction from kids on the first day of school wasn’t out of the ordinary, they had passed by many other kids crying for their parents, but knowing that didn’t make it any easier. The both of them cried in the car afterwards because they felt like monsters.
They were pretty sure the only reason Zeno went the next day without a total breakdown was due to Jake being there with him. Next year they would be in separate spots for recess however. So they were hoping Zeno would grow to be more independent this year.
But small progress is still progress.
“Don’t you want to play in the snow?” Leon questioned him, “I know it’s cold, but it’s fun.”
Zeno shook his head and made a drawing motion.
“We know you want to spend all day colouring.” Albert said in a gentle tone, “But it’s good to try new things.”
“And I’ll be there!” Jake added, “We can do it together!”
Zeno seemed to think it over for a moment before he signed okay.
“If you don’t like it, just tell your teacher.” Leon told him, “She’ll help you.”
Zeno pouted, but nodded.
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Once breakfast was done, they loaded the kids into the car and grabbed all their bags. Making sure everyone had what they needed for the day before driving to school. Jake talking enough for all of them as they travelled.
“And- And then Hilary ate the whole glitter jar!” Jake laughed, “Her puke looked so cool! It was all glittery! Can I try that?”
“NO.” Albert and Leon sternly told him before silently sending thoughts and prayers to Hilary’s parents.
Zeno grimaced and shook his head so fast, his sunglasses almost fell off. He had to wear them as he inherited Albert’s sensitive eyes.
‘I want blocks.’ Zeno signed, ‘And books.’
“Well I want glitter vomit.” Jake huffed.
“No eating glitter.” Albert told him, “No glitter at all in fact.”
Jake pouted again, but didn’t say anything as he stared out the window. Watching as their neighbourhood passed by and turned into the city. The school came into view shortly after.
Albert parked the car and got out to assist Jake while Leon got Zeno. The two of them then walked their boys to the gate where their teachers were waiting.
“Hi Ms. B!” Jake exclaimed once he saw his teacher his teacher.
Ms. Battenberg bent down and gave him a kind smile.
“Hello Jake.” Ms. Battenberg greeted him, “Did you have a good weekend?”
“Yup! I went to see my cousin at her fancy new school.” Jake informed her, “She’s learning to build spaceships!”
“Wow! How exciting!” Ms. Battenberg laughed, “Well go in now, you’re friends are waiting!”
“Okay!” Jake nodded before turning to his parents, “Bye Daddy! Bye Papa!”
He gave them each a hug and then he ran off to his little group of friends in the corner without a second thought. Zeno on the other hand stayed where he was. Clinging to Leon’s leg and looking at the other kids like their existence personally offended him.
“Zeno? Aren’t you going to say hello to your teacher?” Leon gently urged.
Zeno’s teacher, a man named Mr. Choi, heard him and came over to talk.
“Hey there, buddy.” Mr. Choi quietly said, “I know you don’t like coming here, but we’re going to be colouring all morning. Nothing special, it can be anything you want! How does that sound?”
Leon could feel Zeno grip his leg tighter, so he gently unlatched him and knelt down to his level.
“Yeah! Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Leon asked, “You get to colour all day while I do boring paperwork. I’m so jealous!”
Zeno remained unconvinced however. Much preferring to spend the day with his grandma, Ms. Connolly, than whatever he did at school. The little boy did not yet understand why he had to interact with other kids his age rather than just his brother or other family members.
“Yes, we won’t be having any fun today.” Albert told him, “So why don’t you make a bunch of pictures to make us happy again when we come pick you up.”
Zeno mulled it over for a moment and then he nodded. Letting go of Leon’s leg and letting his teacher guide him into the school yard.
Albert and Leon watched him go before they ran back to their car. Neither of them trusting themselves to not cave to Zeno’s puppy eyes.
“Hm, maybe.” Albert hummed, “We’ll see if they call us before naptime.”
It was always a hit or miss on whether or not they’d get a call about Zeno crying for them. Jake had done the same a couple of times before he got used to it, but for their youngest, it really depended on what did beforehand.
“Well Mr. Choi said they were colouring all morning, so I doubt Zeno will get overstimulated from that.” Leon said, “He loves colouring.”
“That’s true.” Albert nodded, “Who knows, maybe he’ll make a friend.”
“I hope so.” Leon sighed, “I hate seeing him alone.”
“It’s only been two months, I’m sure he’ll find someone soon.” Albert reassured him.
“Yeah, hopefully.” Leon agreed.
But they’d have to get him to stop glaring at all the other kids first for that to happen.
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A couple hours later, Albert was about to meet with Leon so they could eat lunch together when his phone rang. At first he thought it was going to be the school calling about Zeno, but it turned out to be about his husband instead.
“Leon got punched.” Chris bluntly stated once Albert picked up.
“What?!” Albert gasped, “How did this happen? Who punched him? Where are they?!”
“Relax Captain.” Chris told him, “We were interrogating someone and the guy went awol. Leon tried to calm him down and the guy just punched him.”
“Well where is he now?” Albert growled.
“He’s in a jail cell, so don’t worry about it.” Chris reassured him, “Leon’s in the infirmary however if that’s who you’re asking for.”
“Yes, thank you.” Albert said in a tense tone before hanging up.
Albert then immediately marched down towards the infirmary. Fuming the entire way about whatever wannabe criminal punched his husband. When he got there, he accidentally slammed the door open in his rush, scaring both Leon and the nurse.
“Shit, fuck! My nose!” Leon whined.
The nurse had been putting it back in place when they had both jumped, so Leon’s already dislocated nose got jerked back in place rather than carefully moved. More blood gushing out with a wet pop.
“Well that’s one way to do it.” The nurse, a man named Oliver, sighed, “Want some pain killers.”
“Yes please.” Leon whimpered.
While Oliver got the medicine, Albert went over to check on his husband. Grabbing a couple wetwipes to clean the blood off of Leon. Well, most of the blood at least, Leon’s shirt was pretty much ruined.
“Are you okay?” Albert asked, “Was your nose the only thing that was broken?”
“Dislocated, not broken.” Leon replied, his voice muffled due to the blood clots still stuck in his nose, “Bastard only hit me once. Probably got a couple bruises from falling down, but that's it. I’m fine.”
“Hm.” Albert hummed, already plotting revenge, “Where is this bastard now?”
“He’s locked up.” Leon mumbled, “Facing more assault charges on top of his existing ones. Along with attempted murder and grand theft auto.”
“Holy shit! What’d he try to do?!” Oliver exclaimed as he handed Leon a glass of water and the pain killers.
“He beat a guy up in a gas station parking lot, stole the guy’s car, and then ran the man over.” Leon explained, “The guy survived all of that somehow and is currently in the hospital. Chris and I were trying to find out what the motive was for all that, but he picked his cuffs and punched me.”
“We’ll look into that later.” Albert stated, “For now we’ll eat lunch and get you a new change of clothes.”
“Okay.” Leon nodded, “I hope the boys are having a better day than me.”
“I’m sure they are.” Albert told him, “They don’t have criminals constantly trying to attack them.”
There were a lot of parents who hoped their children would follow the same career path as them, but Leon and Albert were the opposite. They hoped their boys never had to deal with the chaos they did every day.
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Zeno wasn’t having a good time.
This morning was fine. He had enjoyed colouring and ignoring his classmates. He had some trouble at lunch, a boy named Lee had tried to take his brownie, but giving him a death glare was all it took to drive him off.
Naptime was much the same. He grabbed his duck stuffie, Quacky, and went to the cot he always used. It was the one furthest away from everyone. Right in the corner by the window.
But somebody else was using it.
So Zeno pushed them out of it and took it for himself. Replacing it with another one before the other kid knew what happened. The kid just shrugged it off and laid back down on the new cot.
Zeno knew he probably shouldn’t have done that, but he was too tired to care. Curling up in his cot by the window like a cat and wishing he was at home.
After an hour of blissful nothing, Mr. Choi got them in their outdoor clothes and they went outside. Zeno would have been upset by this as he didn’t like being outside, but they were going to build snowmen with his brother’s grade one class. So Zeno he’d stick it out if it meant he got to stay with Jake.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t think of Jake’s friends.
“Zeno!” Sally squealed when she saw him, pulling him into a tight hug, “You look so cute!”
Zeno squirmed and tried to get out of the hug, but she was like the boa constrictors he saw on TV. He went limp in the hope she’d let go or at least loosen her arms, but she just held him tighter.
“Let him go, Sally.” Sammy, Sally’s twin brother, told her, “He looks like he’s going to faint.”
Zeno definitely liked Sammy more than Sally, but it was only by a slim margin. A very slim margin.
“Fine.” Sally pouted.
She let him go and Zeno promptly slid to the ground. Rolling so he was laying on his back and staring up at the sky.
“Are you just going to lay there?” Jake asked, gently nudging him in the side with his boot.
Zeno nodded yes and closed his eyes.
“Okay.” Jake said, “But you have to move every couple of minutes so we know you’re alive, alright?”
Zeno nodded yes once again and let his mind drift. Wishing he was anywhere but there.
When I get home, I’m crawling under my bed to sit in my cave, Zeno thought, Where it’s nice and warm with all my books.
Then the thought of his parents popped into his head.
Hm, maybe I’ll sit with Papa instead, Zeno thought, And Daddy can read to me.
Yeah, that’s what he’d do. Curl up with Papa on the couch and read books with Daddy. Maybe play a game with Jake too.
As if he could make time move faster, Zeno started moving his arms and legs. Making a snow angel to pass the time as Jake and his friends surrounded him with snowmen.
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When they went to pick the boys up, Zeno practically jumped into Leon’s arms and didn’t want to let go. Then he saw his Papa’s bruised nose and started crying. That caused Jake to notice it and he started crying too.
“Oh no, I’m okay.” Leon tried to reassure them, “It will go away.”
“But you’re hurt!” Jake cried.
“That’s just the risk of the job, I’m afraid.” Leon sighed, “But I promise I’m alright.”
Their children remained unconvinced however as they turned to Albert.
“Is Papa gonna die?!” Jake asked.
“Papa isn’t going to die.” Albert stated, “A man just punched him at work.”
‘Kill him.’ Zeno signed as he cried.
“We can’t kill him, but he is going to jail.” Albert sighed.
“Good.” Jake hissed, “He’s a meanie.”
Once the boys calmed down, they put them in their car seats and drove home. Stopping at Ms. Connolly’s house to pick up her mail. She usually came over for supper, but she was out of state at the moment visiting her sister.
“So how was your day at school?” Albert asked them as they all walked to their front door, “Anything exciting?”
“I did times tables and story time.” Jake replied, “Then we did a cool slime experiment!”
“Wow!” Leon gasped, hoping the slime was left at school, “What about you, Zeno?”
‘Colouring, lunch, nap, and outside.’ Zeno signed with all the exhaustion of a CEO going bankrupt, ‘Tired.’
“Oh yeah!” Jake exclaimed, “My friends and I made a snow fort! Zeno was just lying on the ground the whole time so we just built around him and built snowmen to act as guardians!”
“That was very thoughtful of you, Jake.” Albert told him, “But why didn’t Zeno join?”
‘Tired.’ Zeno signed as he glared up at him, ‘Classmates are bad.’
Albert and Leon shared their own tired glance, but they’d have to leave the “friendship” talk for another day.
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Supper was quiet, all of them exhausted from the day from various causes. Jake from excitement, Leon from being punched, Albert from worry, and Zeno from spending time with others.
They helped Jake with his homework and then watched a movie together. The kids falling asleep halfway through. So they turned it off and went upstairs. Deciding to tuck their kids in with them.
As they laid there, Leon’s mind started drifting to their past.
“Did you ever think you’d have this?” Leon quietly asked, looking down at Zeno and Jake curled up between them.
Albert looked over at him and smiled.
“No.” Albert answered honestly, “I thought I’d die alone or on the job.”
“Yeah, I’d thought it would be the same for me.” Leon agreed, “But I’m so happy I have this instead.”
“Me too, dearheart. Me too.” Albert whispered, reaching over to gently cup Leon’s cheek, “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” Leon told him, “You did as much work as I did.”
“I know.” Albert nodded, “But you made me a much better person than I was when we first met.”
“What are you talking about?” Leon asked, confused, “You are one of the most compassionate and thoughtful people I’ve ever met.”
“Too you maybe.” Albert chuckled, “If you asked the S.T.A.R.S team about me when we first met, they’d probably disagree with you. Now though, thanks to your influence, I actually see my co-workers as friends rather than people I just see everyday.”
Leon gave him a bashful smile and turned his head slightly to kiss Albert’s palm.
“Well you changed me too.” Leon stated, “I learned how to take care of myself better. I don’t just immediately sacrifice myself or my happiness for someone else anymore.”
“And thank goodness for that.” Albert sighed, “Because I can’t imagine a life without you.”
“Neither can I.” Leon nodded, “Your life would be pretty boring without me.”
Albert gave him a withering look and Leon burst into laughter. Only calming down when their kids stirred.
“Here I am pouring my heart out to you and you wouldn’t even miss me.” Albert huffed, “Some husband I have, huh?”
He was joking of course and knew Leon was too, but they both loved feeding into each other’s jokes and jabs.
“I would miss you!” Leon defended, “I just couldn’t resist myself.”
Albert playfully rolled his eyes and threw his arm over Leon’s waist.
“Go to sleep.” Albert ordered, “You’re delirious.”
“Nope, it’s the pain meds.” Leon said, “But fine. I love you by the way.”
“I love you too.” Albert told him, already drifting off.
Not every day was perfect in their house. Accidents happen, fights start, and some days, weeks, or months are just shitty. But they made quite the pair.
The both of them were strong enough to weather whatever storm was thrown their way as long as they had each other.
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Good god this is so late, but I have been busy.😭
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Prompt(s) Used: Candles
Summary: Birthdays through the years.
Context:
No zombies and nothing bad ever happened. Well except for Chief Irons canonically being a serial killer. He's in jail and Marvin is Chief of Police. Leon joined the RPD in early 2000, not 1998.
I made up all their birthdays (except for the years) and changed Jake’s birth year.
Ages will be shown in story.
[Memory]
Italics = Thoughts
{Narrator}
The Newspaper/Notes
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January 1998 - Leon’s Apartment - Washington, D.C.
Albert Wesker - 38 (Birthdate: January, 1, 1960)
Leon Kennedy - 20 (Birthdate: March, 15, 1977)
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Leon was nervously flitting around his apartment as he waited for his boyfriend to arrive. They had only been dating for a couple months and this was the first time he had ever celebrated one of his partner’s birthdays.
Every other partner he had either didn’t last long or they were too embarrassed to be seen with him and he obviously broke up with them after hearing that.
But Albert was different.
Sure they had a large age gap, but Albert treated him like a person rather than a convenience or using him for blackmail. He was so glad he said yes to going with Jack to that awful Halloween ball at the Whitehouse.
Albert lived four states away and yet he always called Leon to tell him good morning. When he was in the city, he always made sure to let Leon know and see if he was available to do something. They hadn’t been able to spend Christmas together, but Albert sent him a gift anyway. Hell, when Leon was out of the country Albert still managed to contact him directly.
Of which he still doesn’t know how Albert managed to do it, but Leon knew it probably had something to do with the other man being a scientist.
Anyways, this was the best relationship Leon has had so far and he was really hoping he wasn’t about to screw it up.
Should I have asked him what he wanted to do? Leon thought, When we were talking about birthdays, he didn’t seem to care all that much, but what if he does?! What if I screw everything up and he-
A knock on the door startled him out of his panic and sent him into a new spiral, but he quickly calmed himself down and went to open it. On the other side he found Albert in his usual all black outfit and sunglasses. Looking as handsome as ever.
And then he flashed him that soft smile that made Leon melt.
“Hello, dearheart.” Albert greeted him before handing him a bottle of wine, “I brought my favourite wine as you asked.”
“Ah- Hi, Albert.” Leon stuttered, taking the bottle from him, “C- Come in!”
The other man gave him a look of slight concern, but stepped inside Leon’s tiny apartment. Taking off his coat and shoes before he realised that the kitchen slash living room slash dining room was decorated in candles and streamers.
“What’s all this?” Albert asked.
“Ah- Well… I- Um…” Leon stuttered before quietly saying, “I remembered you said your birthday was in January, so I wanted to do something nice for you.”
When Albert didn’t say anything, the panic came back and Leon started rambling apologies.
“I’m sorry.” Leon said, “I probably should’ve asked first. I’m really, really sorry. I understand if you-”
Leon was suddenly cut off by Albert yanking him into a tight hug and kissing his cheek.
“Don’t apologise.” Albert told him, “I can’t remember the last time I celebrated my birthday. I don’t think I ever have actually?”
“You’ve never celebrated your birthday?!” Leon exclaimed, “My parents were awful and they still celebrated mine!”
“My ‘father’ was never one for celebrations; only progress.” Albert sighed, “Then I was sent off to a strict boarding school that ignored birthdays altogether.”
“What about after that?” Leon questioned, “When you were an adult?”
“I suppose I just got used to forgetting about it.” Albert shrugged, “And I never stayed in one place long enough for people to really ask. Well, until the S.T.A.R.S team that is. They’ve asked plenty of times, but I never bothered to tell them because it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters!” Leon exclaimed, catching the other man off guard, “It matters because you matter! I swear, if I ever meet your so called fat-”
Once again, Leon was cut off by Albert kissing him. Except this time it felt like his soul was being ripped out of him.
“So you like this surprise?” Leon asked when they pulled away for air, “You’re not going to dump me?”
Albert frowned and pulled him closer.
“Everyone you ‘dated’ before me is an idiot.” Albert growled, “If I have it my way, I’m never letting you go.”
Leon’s fears weren’t immediately done away with one statement, but he was looking forward to the future once more. One that looked brighter and happier than ever before.
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March 1998 - Airport - Washington, D.C.
Albert Wesker - 38 (Birthdate: January, 1, 1960)
Leon Kennedy - 21 (Birthdate: March, 15, 1977)
Jack Krauser - 27 (Birthdate: July, 4, 1970)
Ada Wong - 23 (Birthdate: May, 4, 1974)
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Leon let out a long yawn as he got off the plane, sluggishly rolling his suitcase behind him. He had just spent nearly a month in the Amazon tracking down some idiots lost dignitaries and he was ready to collapse onto his shitty bed.
“Ah, don’t worry kid.” Jack laughed, slapping Leon’s back and nearly making him fall over, “Your contract is up soon and you’ll be able to move in with that boyfriend of yours soon enough!”
“Hmpf, I don’t know how you’ve stayed in this job so long.” Leon huffed, “It’s terrible!”
“Yeah, but it pays well.” Jack said, “Which is great for a bachelor like me!”
“Oh yeah?” Leon smirked, “What about that person you met at the bar? You know, the cool one Ada found?”
Jack’s face turned sour and he looked away.
“They haven’t called me back.” Jack pouted, “I think it might’ve been the ice cream.”
“Ugh, you really shot yourself in the foot with that one.” Leon cringed, “Why do lactose intolerant people insist on consuming dairy?”
“Because it’s delicious!” Jack exclaimed, “Would you go without dairy?”
“Point taken.” Leon nodded, “I wouldn’t survive.”
“Yeah Mr Leon ‘I basically only eat pasta, but it’s not because I’m half Italian’ Kennedy.” Jack joked, “I literally have not seen you cook anything else. At least not from scratch.”
“Pasta is low effort and easy to make! Sue me!” Leon defended, “And if you keep talking like that, my Nonna will come to haunt you.”
“I wouldn’t mind that.” Jack shrugged, “She would probably be more fun to live with than that damn parrot next door.”
Leon let out a snort and then froze when he made eye contact with someone. Jack stopped beside him and looked in the same direction. A mischievous smile broke out onto his face once he saw who it was.
“Hey! It’s Leon’s boyfriend!” Jack shouted, waving at Albert as everyone stared at them, “Hey, Mr Perfect! Leon’s been talking about you non stop for the past month!”
Leon’s face was flushed with embarrassment as he tried to stop Jack, but the other man was much faster than him. Striding over to Albert with ease as Leon trailed after him with his head down.
“Hello there, I’m Jack Krauser.” Jack introduced himself, holding his hand out, “Leon’s honorary brother. What are your intentions with the little shit?”
Albert, god bless him, didn’t look embarrassed at all and shook Jack’s hand.
“Ah yes, Leon’s told me about you.” Albert said, “And my intentions are to treat him as he deserves; with love and respect.”
“Hm, good answer.” Jack nodded before turning to Leon, slapping a hand on his shoulder, “Welp, Happy Birthday Leon. Try to keep this one, eh?”
And with that, Jack was off to the line of taxis waiting outside.
“I’m going to kill him!” Leon hissed before sighing, “I’m so sorry about him. I don’t know why he does that.”
“I do.” Albert stated, “He’s being a protective older brother by making sure I treat you well. Like when that Ada friend of yours pointed a gun at my head.”
Leon winced at the memory.
Somebody had been stalking him not too long ago and Albert had come to visit him. Ada had thought he was the stalk and was ready to shoot him at Leon’s word of confirmation. He had to quickly tell her Albert was his boyfriend and to put the gun away before things could escalate.
Ada then proceeded to interrogate Albert and make sure Leon would be safe around him. By the end of it, they had exchanged numbers and were plotting on what to do about the stalker together.
Whatever they decided on must have worked because Leon never got another letter from him again.
“Hm, yeah.” Leon agreed, “Soooo… What are you doing here?”
“I came to pick you up of course.” Albert said, grabbing Leon’s bags for him, “I figured you wouldn’t want to spend your birthday alone.”
“It’s not my… Oh, it is.” Leon mumbled before groaning, “Ugh, my brain feels like sludge.”
“Which is why I plan to cook you dinner.” Albert stated, “You really do need to eat things other than pasta.”
“Not you too!” Leon whined, “But fine! You can cook as long as we get cake and we watch a movie of my choice!”
“Of course, dearheart.” Albert agreed.
Leon was then ushered into a sleek, black car and driven home. Happily spending the rest of his birthday curled up in Albert’s arms.
Sherry was so excited for today! Not only was it her birthday, but her uncle was bringing someone!
According to her parents, or at least what she overheard when she was supposed to be sleeping, her Uncle Albert never introduced them to any of his partners. If he had any at all that is. He hadn’t said much more about his current relationship other than it was serious. So Sherry was determined to put her best foot forward while also making sure whoever this partner was treated her uncle well.
Today she was wearing a dress her Aunt Alex had sent for her birthday as the older woman was too busy to make it on time. It had a black and blue plaid print; going down to her knees with a white t-shirt underneath. It also came with a matching beret and new doc martins, but Sherry would save those for later.
“Okay, Captain Whiskers.” Sherry said to her cat as she did a little twirl in front of him, “How does this look?”
Captain Whiskers, a fat persian cat whose eyes went in opposite directions, must have liked it too because he let out a happy meow and rolled over. Begging for belly scratches.
“Thanks buddy.” Sherry cooed, rubbing his belly, “Come on, let’s go see if-”
Her voice was cut off by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and Sherry let out a sequel of excitement. Causing her cat to jump off the bed and run away from her in fright.
“They’re here! They’re here!” Sherry yelled in excitement as she ran down the stairs, “Quick! Open the door!”
“Alright, darling.” Annette laughed, “But settle down. We don’t want to scare the poor boy off.”
Boy? Sherry thought, Oh! Uncle Albert is dating a man! Cool! A new uncle!
Sherry quickly calmed herself down and patiently waited for her mom to open the door.
“Hello, Annette.” Albert said as he stepped through the door, giving her a brief hug, “How have you been?”
“Work’s been a little slower than I would like.” Annette sighed, “But other than that, I’ve been good.”
“Hm, I wish I could say the same about my office.” Albert told her, “Crime seems to sky rocket in the summer.”
“Oh yes, just last week someone stole our neighbour's garden gnomes.” Annette stated, “Which is a shame because there were some beautiful ones.”
Sherry knows her mom is lying. Annette had often quoted the gnomes as being “the ugliest things I’ve ever seen” and “really annoying to run over in the morning” because the old man next door liked to line his yard with hundreds of them. Like little soldiers protecting his house.
Sherry is pretty sure her mom is the one who stole them. Or she at the very least accidentally wrecked a few and got really lucky when someone else stole the rest.
“Ah, speaking of beautiful things, I would like to introduce you to my partner.” Albert stated, stepping to the side so a younger man could come in, “This is Leon Kennedy. He works for the D.S.O.”
The younger man, Leon, really was pretty and he became flustered when Sherry’s mom grabbed his face to look it over.”
“Um- I- Hi?” Leon stuttered, “It’s nice to meet you?”
Annette must have found something she liked because she smiled and gave a nod of approval.
“Nice to meet you too, Leon.” Annette said with a smile, finally letting go of Leon’s face before tuning to Albert, “His face is structured very well. Especially his cheek bones.”
“I- Thank you?” Leon said, confused about what just happened.
“And this is my niece, Sherry.” Albert said, directing Leon over to her, “Sherry, this is Leon.”
Leon immediately became less nervous and gave her a bright smile.
“Hello, Sherry.” Leon cheerfully greeted her, “It’s nice to finally meet you. Albert has told me a lot about you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.” Sherry nodded, shaking his hand, “But how did you meet Uncle Albert?”
“We met at a Halloween party.” Leon explained, “I nearly dropped a bust of Abraham Lincoln onto his foot.”
Sherry looked over at her uncle in surprise.
“You go to parties?!” Sherry exclaimed, “I thought you lived at the office!”
“Sherry! Don’t be rude!” Annette gasped.
“It’s okay.” Albert told her, “I know I’m a work-a-holic.”
“Don’t worry, I’m slowly changing that.” Leon laughed, “Oh! And before I forget, Albert told me you like space so I got you this.”
Leon handed her a blue envelope and saw some passes inside.
“Are these for the STS-88 Mission launch this December?!” Sherry yelled, “How’d you get these?!”
“I know some people.” Leon shrugged, “And since my contract is almost up, I’d figure I would start cashing in a few favours.”
“Thank you! Thank you!” Sherry cheered, hugging Leon so hard she almost crushed his ribs and then she turned to Albert, “You have to marry this man, Uncle Albert! I’ll never forgive you if you don’t!”
“Worry not, I’m working on it.” Albert chuckled.
“WHAT?!” Annette, Sherry, and Leon exclaimed in shock.
Albert didn’t elaborate however. He just walked to the backyard where he found William trying to use a blowtorch on the grill.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to stop him in time and the next half of Sherry’s birthday was spent in the hospital waiting for the doctors to remove the grill pieces from William’s arm. Which conveniently made them all forget about what Albert said.
So they were all quite surprised, but happy when Albert proposed. And even more so when a month later, the two of them told Sherry she would be getting a cousin.
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August 1998 - Birkin House - Raccoon City
Albert Wesker - 40 (Birthdate: January, 1, 1960)
Leon Kennedy - 23 (Birthdate: March, 15, 1977)
Jake Muller - 1 (Birthdate: October, 2, 1999)
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Jake’s first birthday was on a Monday, so it was just Albert, Leon, and Ms. Connolly today. The rest of their friends and family would be coming at the end of the week to celebrate.
So they just had a small cake today. Putting a single candle on top as they dimmed the lights and brought it over to Jake’s highchair.
“Happy Birthday, Jake!” Leon cooed after they sang “Happy Birthday” to the baby, “Blow out the candles!”
Jake babbled and slapped the highchair tray. It wasn’t enough to blow the candle out of course, so Ms. Connolly helped with that.
“Good job, Jake!” Ms. Connolly cheered, “What did you wish for?”
Jake babbled once again and then started racing for the cake.
“Okay, we’ll get you a slice.” Leon laughed, “Just hold on.”
Albert turned the lights back on and put the camcorder away. Coming over to remove Jake’s clothes and leave him in just a diaper to minimise the laundry. Putting him back in the highchair just in time for Leon to give the baby a mashed slice of cake.
“Here you go, my little strawberry.” Leon said, “Enjoy.”
As soon as he set the plate down, Jake was on it like it was his last meal. Smearing himself and his highchair with frosting as he practically inhaled it.
“Oh! Look at the little bugger go!” Ms. Connolly exclaimed, “I don’t think he’s even chewing!”
“Yes, it was good we had the foresight to pre-mash it.” Albert nodded before cringing at the mess, “And to limit the clean up.”
“I want another one.” Leon whispered.
Albert choked and nearly dropped the camcorder as Ms. Connolly howled with laughter.
“Are you sure?” Albert asked, “The doctor said that it takes two years to fully recover.”
“I’m sure.” Leon told him, “I’ve been doing extraordinarily well and I’d like them to be close. Make life less lonely for them.”
“Well if you have more than four, I’m backing out of babysitting. I already raised my ten younger siblings.” Ms. Connolly warned them in a half joking tone, “Unless it’s an emergency of course.”
Leon cringed at the mention of being pregnant that many times and held his own midsection.
“I don’t think we’ll ever get to that many.” Leon mumbled, “Three is my limit.”
“Yes, I think having anymore than that would plunge us into chaos.” Albert agreed.
As they watched Jake eat, they came to the mutual decision that two children would be enough.
{Especially having two back to back like they would go on to do.}
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Prompt(s) Used: Flowers
Summary: Albert and Leon get a night to themselves.
Context:
No zombies and nothing bad ever happened. Well except for Chief Irons canonically being a serial killer. He's in jail and Marvin is Chief of Police. Leon joined the RPD in early 2000, not 1998.
I made up all their birthdays (except for the years) and changed Jake’s birth year.
Today was Valentine’s Day and Leon was getting ready to go out. After having children, Albert and him didn’t get much time to be out of the house without the kids. So it was always nice when someone volunteered to watch them.
Today’s victim was Sherry. She had been wanting to make some more pocket money to save up for a car next year when she got her license. Her parents could afford to buy her one, but she had insisted that she wanted to earn it herself. So she had offered to babysit for them tonight.
However this would be the first time Sherry would have both Jake and Zeno. She had already watched Jake a couple of times in the summer, so they weren’t nervous about leaving him with her.
The problem was Zeno. Well, not him exactly, but the fact that he had become quite the clingy baby. When Leon had gone back to work, Zeno would cry until he couldn’t anymore and just be miserable the whole day. He did eventually get used to Ms. Connolly, but he still didn’t like being separated from either of his parents or even his brother sometimes.
So while they were grateful for Sherry wanting to help, they had made it very clear that she could tap out at any time. Leon could hear Albert giving her the lecture from the bathroom.
“Don’t worry Uncle Albert.” Sherry tried to reassure her uncle, “I will have everything under control.”
“That’s the thing about children, Sherry. They’re both very predictable and very unpredictable.” Albert stated, “One minute bananas will be their favourite food and they’ll eat it everyday, but then they’ll decide on some random day that they hate bananas and only want apples going forward.”
In other words, Jake had been going through a phase of picky eating. Leaving his parents scrambling, desperately trying to figure out what he would eat. So far he only liked apples, popcorn, peach jam sandwiches, blueberry yogurt, chocolate milk, bread in all its forms, cucumbers, mustard, and chicken, but only if it was spicy or shaped into dinosaurs.
“I know about Jake’s eating habits.” Sherry told him, “You left a very detailed binder on the counter with instructions. There’s even a one to one cutting chart in there so I can cut a sandwich perfectly.”
“Yes, well what about Zeno?” Albert questioned, “Do you know how to make a bottle?”
“I grab the milk out of the fridge, put it in the bottle warmer, test it on my wrist, feed him, and then I burp him.” Sherry replied, “And, so he doesn’t vomit, I shouldn’t move him for at least thirty minutes unless I have to.”
“Hm, so you have done your homework.” Albert chuckled, “Very good, very good. Alright then, I guess we should be going now. Leon?”
“Right here.” Leon said as he stepped out of the bathroom, “How do I look?”
He was dressed in a dark blue suit made of velvet with a black button up underneath. It matched Albert’s black suit and blue shirt combo perfectly.
“You look stunning, dearheart.” Albert told him, grabbing one of his hands and kissing the back of it, “What a handsome husband I have.”
“I could say the same about you.” Leon laughed, leaning up to kiss him.
As they kissed, Sherry made a dramatic gagging sound behind them.
“Ugh, you guys are so sweet I’m getting cavities!” Sherry complained.
“Says the girl that cried watching The Iron Giant.” Leon said.
“Hey! That was a great movie!” Sherry defended, “And you cried too!”
“You were quite distraught over the ending.” Albert commented.
“Oh yeah? What about you and Bambi then?” Leon asked.
“Hush.” Albert told him, “That was sleep deprivation.”
“Uh huh, sure it was.” Sherry smirked before pushing them both out of the kitchen, “Now get out of here so I can make some money!”
“Alright, alright.” Leon laughed, “It’s almost like you want us out of here or something.”
But before they left, they made a stop in the living room to say goodbye to Jake.
They found the toddler playing on the living room floor with his toys while watching Scooby-Doo. Not caring that his parents were about to leave. Which they were both thankful for and sad to see.
Thankful because it meant that Jake was developing a sense of self and independence.
And sad because it meant their baby was growing up.
“We’re going now, Jake.” Albert stated, “Be good for your cousin.”
“Kay. Bye.” Jake said, not even bothering to turn around.
“Aw, come on.” Leon pouted, kneeling down beside him, “No hug?”
Jake froze and blinked rapidly, almost as if he finally realised what was happening. He must have because he threw himself into Leon’s arms.
“Whewe you go?” Jake asked, “I come?”
“No, Jake. You can’t come.” Albert gently told him, “We’re going for an adult night, remember? You’re staying here with Sherry and Zeno. We’ll be back later tonight.”
“Oh… I stay here? Kay.” Jake nodded, completely unbothered, “Bye.”
He gave them each a hug and then went back to his toys.
“He’ll miss us later.” Albert said, brushing his suit off as he stood up.
“I guess it’s nice that he’s not crying.” Leon sighed, “Still stings though.”
“Speaking of crying, we should get out of here before Zeno wakes up.” Albert suggested.
They had put him down for a nap earlier so he’d be asleep when they left. It was probably going to fuck up his sleep schedule, but they’d take that risk if it meant he wouldn’t cry the whole time they were gone.
“Yeah, I think that might actually break my heart.” Leon nodded, following him to the front door, “Well Sherry, good luck and don’t be afraid to admit defeat.”
Sherry scowled and blew a raspberry at them. Locking the door behind them as soon as they were outside.
“I am not a quitter!” Sherry huffed, “How bad could things possibly go?”
As soon as she finished that sentence, Zeno started crying upstairs.
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As Sherry ran around their house, Leon and Albert were in their car. Driving off to an unknown location. Well, unknown to Leon that is as Albert wanted to surprise him.
“Where did you say we were going again?” Leon asked as he leaned against the passenger door, watching the snow swirl outside the window.
“I didn’t.” Albert replied, “And you’re not finding out until we get there.”
“Why not?” Leon pouted, “Can I at least make a guess?”
“No, because then you’ll figure it out.” Albert stated, “Just turn off your brain and relax. You’ll love it; I promise.”
“Okay, if you say so.” Leon dramatically sighed.
He could sense Albert rolling his eyes and he poked the other man in the side as retaliation.
“Brat.” Albert playfully huffed.
“You married me.” Leon shrugged, “So you must like brats.”
“I also like doughnuts, but that doesn’t mean I eat them everyday.” Albert scoffed before he could realise what he said.
“Oh?” Leon said with a wide, cocky grin on his face, “Then you must love brats because you eat me-”
“Okay, hush you.” Albert hissed, “We can do that later.”
“Fine.” Leon dramatically sighed, “Keep your secrets and composure.”
Albert let out a snort and focused back on the road.
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About thirty minutes later, Albert pulled into a parking lot and pulled out a handkerchief.
“Tie this around your head.” Albert told him.
“But I thought we weren’t going to do that until later?” Leon asked.
“Just put it on.” Albert urged.
“Alright.” Leon laughed, taking the handkerchief from him and putting it on, “But just so you know, all you’re doing is giving me ideas.”
“Believe me, I know.” Albert huffed as he got out of the car.
Then he went over to the other side and helped Leon get out. Holding onto his arm as he locked the car and helped him walk to the door.
Leon heard a beep and then a door sliding open. He felt himself get giddy with excitement as he allowed Albert to guide him into the building. From what he could tell, they went through a couple more doors and then Albert was pulling his outer coat off.
“Almost there, dearheart.” Albert told him, “Just two more doors.”
“Alright.” Leon nodded, “You’re not planning to murder me, are you?”
“Of course not.” Albert scoffed, “Now come on.”
Leon was led by hand through two more sets of doors and then he was hit with a wall of heat. Somewhere in the distance classical music was playing and there was also the sound of running water. The handkerchief was gently taken off of him and Leon had to rapidly blink his eyes in order to adjust to the brightness of the room.
The first thing Leon noticed was that they were surrounded by flowers in hundreds of different colours. With pathways winding through the flower beds and white marble statues placed to give it an overgrown ruins feel. Looking up, he saw that there were even trees and fake mountains too. So tall that they nearly reached the glass ceiling.
“Where are we?!” Leon gasped, “Did we go through a portal or something?”
“You and your sci-fi movies.” Albert sighed, shaking his head, “I called in a favour from an old colleague and got us in the University’s botanical gardens.”
“Wow. I didn’t even know this place existed!” Leon exclaimed, “It’s beautiful!”
“It is.” Albert agreed, looking at Leon instead of the scenery, “Would you like to eat first? Or would you like to look around?”
Leon was about to answer, but his stomach did for him. Letting out a loud growl as they both laughed.
“Food first I think.” Leon said, face flushed with embarrassment.
“Right this way, darling.” Albert guided him, “Prepared for us by the finest students in the culinary department.”
Leon allowed his husband to guide to a chair and they got started on their meal. Some sort of chicken dish that was a little charred, but still delicious.
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Meanwhile, back at the house, Sherry was barely surviving.
Zeno was very upset when Sherry had come to get him instead of his parents. Screaming and crying until she got him to calm down. Her only saving grace was that he didn’t seem to realise that his parents weren’t in the house somewhere just out of sight, but were long gone from it.
After that whole ordeal was over, Sherry went back to the living room to find Jake was gone.
She had quickly put Zeno down in the playpen and then ransacked the house searching for his brother. Twenty minutes later and she still hadn’t found him. Then, as she was on the verge of a panic attack, Sherry heard giggling.
She calmed herself down and then silently followed the sound. It led her back to the living room and she paused to listen again. It was coming from behind the couch.
Climbing on top of it, Sherry looked over the side to see Jake colouring on the walls with some crayola markers. Giggling away as he drew what she assumed to be a dinosaur chewing on a police car.
“Jake!” Sherry yelled, startling the toddler, “We don’t draw on the walls!”
Jake looked up at her with his big eyes and immediately started crying. His brother joined in on the chorus because he didn’t want to be left out.
Sherry let out a deep sigh and rubbed her temples, trying to figure out the best course of action.
“Jake, you’re not in trouble.” Sherry stated as she carefully pulled him out from behind the couch, “But we don’t draw on the walls, okay?”
“O- Okay.” Jake sniffled, rubbing his eyes.
“Here, why don’t I get us some snacks and you pick out a movie?” Sherry suggested, “Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Mm… Okay.” Jake nodded.
Sherry watched him as he toddled off to the entertainment stand before she went to Zeno. He had stopped crying when Jake did, but he was glaring at her as if she killed his whole family.
“You’re really small.” Sherry whispered as she picked him up, “But you have such a big attitude problem.”
Zeno replied in a string of angry babbles and smacked her face.
“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” Sherry grumbled, “Now behave or you go back to baby jail.”
Zeno squealed and wiggled in her arms, but settled down.
The same couldn’t be said for Jake however as he had wandered into the kitchen while her back was turned. Opening the fridge and grabbing the tub of blueberry yogurt. His tiny arms weren’t able to steady it and the tub spilled all over him.
As Sherry stared down at Jake eating the mess off the floor and himself, she decided on something.
She was never having kids.
Or no kids under six at the very least.
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Back at the botanical gardens, Leon and Albert were slow dancing in front of a waterfall. They had gone on a walk after dinner to explore the giant greenhouse. Finding that they also kept numerous species of butterflies and other bugs in the sanctuary.
“You know, I think this is the nicest place we’ve ever been to.” Leon commented.
“It’s because there’s no one but us here.” Albert said, “Our own little paradise.”
“I bet you would like to stay here forever.” Leon joked, “Has the team been stressing you out?”
“Ugh, don’t get me started.” Albert groaned, “Chris’ old military friend, Shiva I believe her name is, came to visit and all the single men have been drooling over her. It’s like being in college all over again. And, to make matters worse, Chris’ sister came too.”
“Aw, my poor baby.” Leon laughed, “I can get you a water gun. You can fill it with ice water and blast them wherever they start their dick measuring contest.”
Albert huffed out a laugh and shook his head.
“That sounds very tempting, but I would like to remain professional.” Albert stated, “By the way, how are things going with your team?”
“Things are going great.” Leon told him, “Still can’t believe I got to be a detective so quickly.”
“Leon, don’t under sell yourself.” Albert urged, “If anything, you’re over qualified. If it wouldn’t be a conflict of interest, I would’ve snatched you up for S.T.A.R.S.”
“Aw, you always say the sweetest things.” Leon smiled, “And I know I shouldn’t doubt myself, but it’s just something I can’t help.”
“I know.” Albert nodded, “And I know why you do it. Which is why I always remind you about how incredible you are. Just like you do with me.”
Leon gave him a grateful smile and leaned his forehead against his.
“Thank you, Albert.” Leon whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Albert whispered back, “And happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Leon laughed, leaning up to kiss him.
They stayed like that for a while. Just taking each other in as they slowly swayed to the music playing overhead. Listening to the peaceful sounds of running water and leaves rustling.
Eventually they had to leave though. Grabbing their coats and getting in the car.
“Did you have a good time?” Albert asked.
“Yeah, I did.” Leon hummed, “Did you?”
“Very much so.” Albert said, “But I do miss the kids.”
“Mhm, I wonder how Sherry is doing.” Leon mumbled, “She never called us, so that must be good.”
“Yes, hopefully.” Albert nodded.
A couple minutes later, they pulled into the driveway and quickly ran into the house. The lights were all off except for the living room, so they quietly made their way into the room.
Inside they found the TV on, but not playing anything. There were toys scattered like landmines around the room and the couch cushions were surrounding the playpen. Inside said playpen, they found Sherry, Jake, and Zeno all curled up together as they slept.
They quickly took a picture with their camera and then started cleaning the living room. Pausing every time they heard a coo or movement coming from the playpen. Then they carefully extracted their children and brought them upstairs to their respective bedrooms. Sherry being put on the couch once they were done.
“I’d say this was our best Valentine’s Day yet.” Leon yawned as he stretched.
“It was quite enjoyable.” Albert agreed, “Although I am not looking forward to cleaning those yogurt stains out of Jake’s clothes.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” Leon promised, allowing Albert to pull him down into their bed.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Albert chuckled.
They gave each other one last kiss before drifting off. Happy to be curled up in their warm bed together.
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Prompt(s) Used: Doppelganger | Caretaking | Working From Home
Summary: Upon seeing the new arrival, everyone is pretty sure that Leon just cloned Wesker.
Context:
No zombies and nothing bad ever happened. Well except for Chief Irons canonically being a serial killer. He's in jail and Marvin is Chief of Police. Leon joined the RPD in early 2000, not 1998.
I made up all their birthdays (except for the years) and changed Jake’s birth year. Jack and Annette didn't even have years so I made their birthdays up completely.
Albert Wesker - 41 (Birthdate: January, 1, 1960)
Leon Kennedy - 24 (Birthdate: March, 15, 1977)
Jake Muller - 1 (Birthdate: October, 2, 1999)
Zeno Wesker - Fresh Out Of The Oven (Birthdate: September, 11, 2001)
Alex Wesker - 41 (Birthdate: January, 1, 1960)
Ada Wong - 27 (Birthdate: May, 4, 1974)
Jack Krauser - 31 (Birthdate: July, 4, 1970)
Sherry Birkin - 15 (Birthdate: August, 3, 1986)
William Birkin - 39 (Birthdate: June, 7, 1962)
Annette Birkin - 39 (Birthdate: February, 1, 1962)
Chris Redfield - 28 (Birthdate: February, 26, 1973)
Jill Valentine - 27 (Birthdate: July, 7, 1974)
Rebecca Chambers - 22 (Birthdate: April, 2, 1980)
Barry Burton - 41 (Birthdate: May, 25, 1960)
Brad Vickers - 37 (Birthdate: November, 29, 1963)
Richard Aiken - 25 (Birthdate: December, 1, 1975)
Forest Speyer - 32 (Birthdate: March, 8, 1969)
Enrico Marini - 44 (Birthdate: July, 30, 1957)
Joseph Frost - 30 (Birthdate: April, 19, 1971)
[Memory]
Italics = Thoughts
{Narrator}
The Newspaper/Notes
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September 12 - RC Hospital - Raccoon City
Leon groaned as he turned over in his hospital bed. He had just been giving some more pain medication and he was waiting for it to kick in. Everything from the waist down was throbbing and not in a fun way.
But that’s what happens when you go through sixteen hours of labour and push out a ten pound baby.
“Hmpf, the second one is supposed to be easier.” Leon whined, “Jake was six pounds and only took eight hours!”
“Well I think this all turned out wonderfully.” Albert told him.
“You’re only saying that because you didn’t have to give birth.” Leon exclaimed, “And he looks like you! Nine months and sixteen hours of labour only for him to look like his stupid father!”
The baby in his husband’s arms let out a whimper and flailed his hands in distress.
“Hush, don’t listen to him.” Albert cooed, “Your papa is just mad because he lost the bet.”
They had been betting on what the baby’s gender would be and whoever won got to name the baby. Leon had been betting on a girl and to name her “Adaline” after his best friend Ada. Albert had been betting on a boy and wanted to name him “Zeno” after the two Greek philosophers: Zeno of Citium and Zeno of Elea.
However, that meant Leon got to pick the middle name.
And so the baby was dubbed: Zeno Jackson Wesker-Kennedy
Named after the man Leon considered an older brother and whom Albert tolerated for the sake of his husband. But it was only fair because Albert named their first child after his honorary brother. Thus: Jacob William Wesker-Kennedy
Their friends called them ridiculous, but they both thought a little competition in a relationship made it healthier.
Despite the pain, Leon felt himself smiling as he watched Albert interact with their new baby. He always found it funny how his husband could go from a cold hearted soldier to one who shows so much love to their children and him.
“I’m not mad.” Leon quietly said, “Just in pain.”
Albert gave him a soft look and leaned over to kiss him on the head.
“I know and I wish I could fix it.” Albert told him, “But I am very thankful for you and everything you do.”
“Sap.” Leon teased.
“Brat.” Albert snarked back.
Leon let out a snort and then sat up against his pile of pillows, reaching his hands out for the baby.
“Give me my baked potato.” Leon demanded.
Albert rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. Gently placing Zeno into Leon’s arms.
“Hi sweetheart.” Leon cooed, “I know I’ve been complaining a lot, but I love you very much.”
Zeno cooed against his chest and slowly fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
“And just so you know, I’m thankful for everything you do too.” Leon whispered to Albert.
“I know.” Albert told him.
The two of them spent the rest of the day leaning against each other. Watching their new baby adjust to the new world he found himself in.
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Jake missed his parents. This was the longest he had ever been without them. His Grandma had said it was only four days, but to him it felt like forever. Grandma says it takes a long time for a baby to come. He didn't really understand it though. Why didn’t they just take it out? Like when you open a box? Adults were weird.
Anyways, they were coming home today!
Jake was so excited, he told his Grandma that they should wait on the porch for them. His Grandma agreed and they started playing “I Spy” to pass the time while they waited. Then, just as Jake was losing his patience, the car came.
“Daddy! Papa!” Jake yelled, “Up! Up!”
“In a minute, Jake.” Daddy told him as helped Papa get out of the car, “We have someone we’d like you to meet.”
They all went into the house and got settled in the living room. Daddy carried this weird looking bucket into the house and set it down by the couch. Then he pulled a wiggling lump out of it.
“Jake, this is your brother.” Papa told him, bringing him over to sit on the couch with him, “His name is Zeno.”
“Bwove Eno?” Jake asked, looking at the lump Daddy was holding.
“Yes, your brother Zeno.” Daddy nodded.
When Papa and Daddy had told him he’d be getting a brother or a sister, he was unsure about what that meant. But then Papa got big like a pumpkin and now the lump, Zeno, was here.
“How?” Jake asked, pointing at his Papa, “How get out?”
“Ah, a lot of exercising.” Papa told him, “I’ll explain the rest when you’re older.”
“Okay.” Jake nodded before looking back at his brother, “Hold? Hold bwove Eno?”
“Alright, just hang on a minute.” Grandma told him, “You need some support first.”
Papa and Grandma quickly put some pillows around him, then Daddy set his brother down in his arms. He was surprisingly heavy, but he was also much bigger than Jake thought at first. Zeno didn’t have red hair like him, he had light blonde hair that disappeared in the light, but he did have the same blue eyes Jake had.
“He’s chunky.” Jake commented, “Like bwownies.”
“He is, isn’t he?” Papa chuckled, “Do you like him?”
“Yeah.” Jake shrugged, “You take though.”
For some reason, all the adults laughed at him and Jake pouted, pushing his brother back towards his Daddy. The baby whined, but was grabbed in time before he started crying.
“Hey now, we have to be careful with Zeno, okay?” Papa told him, “He’s very delicate right now, like a flower. So we have to keep him safe.”
“Okay.” Jake nodded before asking, “Play now?”
“We can play now.” Daddy confirmed, “Go find the toys you want to play with and we’ll be right there.”
“Yay!” Jake exclaimed, hopping off the couch and running to the stairs.
He heard the adults laughing at him again, but he didn’t care. He was just glad Daddy and Papa were back!
He was still unsure about Zeno though, but maybe he’d get more interesting like they said he would.
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A week later, Albert was working in the home office when a knock came from the front door. He immediately, but silently, rushed to answer it because he had just put the rest of the family down for their naps. Which was quite difficult as both of their children seemed to inherit Leon’s stubbornness.
So Albert was all too ready to cuss whoever was knocking on their door if any of them woke up.
“It better not be Redfield and Valentine.” Albert huffed, “Why did Leon have to befriend them?”
Don’t get him wrong, he was delighted that Leon had made friends. He just wished it wasn’t his two most chaotic underlings.
Also, it wasn’t Jill and Chris; it was the entire S.T.A.R.S team waiting outside.
“I will kill all of you if you don’t get off my porch this instant.” Albert growled.
“Heh, sorry boss.” Barry sheepishly told him, “I tried to stop them, but we both know they don’t listen.”
“That’s why Barry and I came along.” Enrico added, giving the younger members the "behave or else” look, “To keep the others on their best behaviour.”
Albert was never more grateful than he was now that he had at least two sane people on the team.
“Well everyone is asleep right now.” Albert stated, “So I suggest you all-”
Just as he was about to finish his sentence, a cry came from upstairs. Albert glared at everyone and ran back upstairs to see what the issue was. Forgetting to close the door like an idiot.
Albert quickly checked on Jake to find he was still asleep and then went to the master bedroom. There he found Zeno crying in the bassinet. As soon as he picked him up, Zeno quieted.
Thankfully Leon didn’t wake up. The younger man was still wrapped like a burrito in the blankets and drooling on Albert’s pillow because of course he was.
“Is that all you needed?” Albert quietly asked, “A hug?”
Zeno whimpered and tried to break free of the swaddle he was in.
“Alright.” Albert sighed, “I guess we’re doing this.”
He went back downstairs, intending to watch some TV in the living room, when he found the S.T.A.R.S team already doing that.
“Wha- I told you to leave!” Albert exclaimed.
“Well you left the door open.” Richard shrugged, “So we thought we’d let ourselves in and wait until everyone woke up.”
“I swear.” Albert huffed while pinching his nose, “You are all-”
Once again he was interrupted. This time by Rebbecca who noticed the baby in his arms.
“Ooooh! Is that him?” Rebbecca asked, “He’s so cute!”
Everyone immediately turned to look at him at the mention of the baby and came to crowd around him.
“He looks just like you, Captain!” Jill exclaimed, “Hello… What’s his name?”
“Zeno.” Albert gritted out.
“Huh, that’s strange.” Jill muttered.
“Wow! He even has your death glare!” Chris laughed, “Are you going to be a little drill sergeant?”
“Yeah, but adorable!” Brad added.
“Can we hold him?” Forest asked.
“Absolutely not.” Albert snarled, “Not only have I not forgiven you for the flu incident last year, but newborns are incredibly fragile. They basically have no immune system.”
“Which is why we told all of you to wait.” Enrico told them, “So now that you’ve seen him, let’s go.”
“Aw, come on!” Joseph whined, “We can’t hold him, sure, but we can still look at the little clone baby!”
Albert glared at him and brought Zeno closer to his chest.
“He’s not a clone.” Albert stated, “He just takes after me more than Leon.”
“Are you sure?” Chris asked, “Cause he’s literally a mini you.”
Zeno must have not liked that as he started crying.
“Everyone out. NOW.” Albert demanded as he tried to soothe his angry baby, “Or else I will never share any pictures ever again.”
That thankfully got them running out the door. With shouts of “congratulations” and “tell Leon we said ‘hi’s”.
“Zeno… Never make friends with your co-workers.” Albert told his still whimpering son.
The baby grimaced and rubbed at his face. Almost as if he was agreeing with him.
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Two weeks later and it was Jake’s birthday.
Albert had made sure the S.T.A.R.S team all had things to work on with short timeframes. That way none of them would be tempted to come over and annoy him.
He already had Jack Krauser coming over and one annoyance was enough.
The other guests were Ada, Jack, Alex, and the Birkins. The latter of which were the first to arrive. Well, other than Ms. Connolly who came over early to help set things up since Leon couldn’t lift anything heavier than Zeno.
“Shewy!” Jake yelled, hoping up and down in the doorway, “You here! Play! Play! Play!”
“Let her get in through the door first, Jake.” Leon laughed, gently pulling him away so their friends could get into the house, “Then you can maul her.”
“Hi, Uncle Leon!” Sherry cheerfully greeted him, giving him a firm but gentle hug as he was still healing, “Guess what?!”
“Chicken butt.” Leon replied, laughing when Sherry fake pouted, “Okay, what?”
“I won that science fair!” Sherry exclaimed, “They really liked the engine I built!”
“The one that works on leaves? That’s great!” Leon told her.
“Yes, we’re very proud.” Annette nodded before asking, “And how are you? In any pain?”
“Eh, just the usual.” Leon shrugged, finally letting Jake go so he could drag Sherry to his toys.
“That’s good.” Annette nodded, then she noticed her husband struggling to carry a box inside the house, “Oh, let me help you.”
Leon turned to see William struggling to bring a long, rectangular box through the front door. Annette walked over to help him and they dragged it inside, leaning it up against the wall.
“Uh, what’s that?” Leon asked, a little nervous as to what may be inside, “Please tell me that’s not more experimental toys. That glow in the dark play dough you made last year melted through the container.”
“Don’t worry.” William told him, “We went for something more structured this time.”
Leon was a little worried about what that might mean, but he decided not to say anything about it. William and Annette went to the kitchen to speak with Albert and Leon was about to close the door when a red corvette pulled into the driveway.
A woman of average height stepped out of it. Her black hair was in a sharp bob and she was wearing a red cardigan with jeans.
This was Ada.
Leon’s long time friend from his time with the government.
“Ada! You made it!” Leon called, “Is that a new car?”
“Yeah.” Ada sighed, “My mustang was pretty wrecked after I ran that mobster over.”
“Aw, that’s too bad.” Leon said, “Well at least this one isn’t a convertible and won’t get sun rot.”
“I guess.” Ada shrugged, “Anyways, where’s the birthday boy and the new one?”
“The new one’s name is Zeno. Albert picked it and he’s in the kitchen with him.” Leon laughed, “And Jake is with Sherry.”
“Of course Albert would name a poor child Zeno.” Ada scoffed in a joking manner, “And Sherry is here already? You know, you’re going to have to try again and get a girl. I would very much like another niece.”
“To even things out?” Leon asked, “Or because you want one named after you.”
“Why not both?” Ada laughed as she walked away to the kitchen.
“Well she hasn’t changed.” Jack commented.
“No, no she hasn’t.” Leon chuckled before realising he wasn’t alone, “Jack! You’re here!”
“Hey there, little brother!” Jack laughed, pulling him into a bear hug, “How have you been?”
“I’m doing great.” Leon told him, “A little sleep deprived, but other than the birth, Zeno has been a lovely newborn.”
“Is that the new brat’s name?” Jack asked.
“Jack! How many times have I told you to stop calling them brats!” Leon scolded him.
“Never.” Jack defended, “You’ve only told me to not call Jake a brat.”
“Smartass.” Leon muttered, rolling his eyes, “But whatever.”
Leon closed the door and led Jack to the kitchen where the rest of the adults were huddled around the bouncy chair Zeno was laid down in.
“Are you sure you didn’t clone him?” Annette asked.
“No.” Albert replied, “Why does everyone keep asking that?!”
“Because I don’t see any Leon in him.” Ada said, “And he’s glaring at everyone like you do.”
“He’s barely a month old.” Albert scoffed, “He doesn’t know what hatred is.”
“I beg to differ.” William argued, “Genes are quite fascinating and it is theorised that some mannerisms could be genetic. Also, babies are very perceptive and often follow their parents' emotions. So if you’re agitated; he’s agitated.”
“You did tell me that Zeno was just as annoyed with the S.T.A.R.S team as you were.” Leon commented.
“Oh don’t you start now too.” Albert huffed before noticing Jack, “Oh… Hello Krauser.”
“Wesker.” Jack nodded, “Now let me see the little guy.”
Jack leaned over everyone to get a peak at the baby and let out a loud gasp once he saw him.
“Holy shit!” Jack exclaimed, “He really does look like Wesker!”
“The team has dubbed him ‘Wesker Junior’.” Leon informed everyone, “Even got him a onesie with it printed on the front.”
“It’s a fitting title.” Annette remarked, “Zeno does look like he has Albert’s bone structure.”
“Oh really?” Someone asked, “Then why did you call me in the middle of the night when Jake was born to brag about how he looks like Leon?”
Everyone turned to see Alex, Albert’s twin sister, standing in the archway of the kitchen. She was wearing an expensive looking white summer dress and had a sly smirk on her face.
“I did not!” Albert defended, “I was merely calling to inform you that he had arrived!”
“Albert, love of my life, you did call to brag.” Leon stated, “I was only pretending to sleep.”
“I also heard you when you called the Birkins here to say the same to them.” Ms. Connolly added, giving a nod towards Annette and William.
“Ah yes, that was quite the surprise.” William said, “Nearly gave me a heart attack while I was in the lab.”
Albert huffed and opened the cabinet under the sink to grab the garbage.
“If any of you delusional people need me, I’ll be outside.” Albert stated in a tense tone before walking out the back door.
Their friends played it off as one of his jokes, but Leon could tell something was wrong. He was about to go after him, but Alex stopped him.
“You stay here, I think I know what’s going on.” Alex told him.
“Are you sure?” Leon asked.
“Yes.” Alex replied, “You stay here and mingle.”
“Alright.” Leon nodded, still a little hesitant.
Leon watched her go as he tried not to worry.
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Alex stepped outside and walked around the corner of the house to see her brother sorting through the recycling. Muttering about “idiotic fools” and “stupid genetics”.
“Brother, why are you going through the trash like a raccoon with OCD?” Alex sarcastically asked.
“Because I live in Raccoon City and I do have OCD.” Albert snarked back.
Alex let out a deep sigh and sat down beside him. Trying not to wince at the fact that her pristine dress was now touching the ground.
“Why do you keep denying that Zeno looks like you?” Alex questioned him, “Do you hate him?”
Albert froze and looked at her in shock.
“Of course not!” Albert exclaimed, “I would never hate my children! How could you say that?!”
“Well every time someone says he looks like you; you immediately go on the defensive and deny it.” Alex calmly told him, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with our ‘father’, would it?”
“That man is not our father!” Albert snarled, “Maybe on paper, but that’s it!”
“Ah, so this is about him.” Alex smirked, “Well come on then, we don’t have all day.”
Albert let out a deep sigh because he knew his sister wouldn’t let this go until he talked. That doesn’t mean he had to look at her while he did it though.
“Fine.” Albert huffed, “Since Zeno looks so much like me, I’m afraid that he might develop the same mental problems as me.”
Alex visibly softened at hearing that. Well, as much as someone like her could.
“Albert… You’re not him.” Alex stated, “You’re not going to send your boys off to boarding school the second they show signs of mental illness, disability, or disorder. You’re much better than he was and you have Leon to support you.”
“I know, I know.” Albert sighed, “I just… Don’t want him, either of them, to be ostracised. Especially for something they can’t control.”
“They won’t be alone, Albert.” Alex reassured him, “They will have each other and all of us. They’ll always have our love and support.”
“Yes, they will.” Albert nodded, “Thank you, Alex.”
“You’re welcome dear brother of mine.” Alex said, “Now let’s go celebrate your first brat’s birthday.”
“Ugh, Krauser is rubbing off on you.” Albert groaned.
“Better me than the kids.” Alex laughed.
Oh god, now that would be a nightmare.
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Later that night, once everyone was gone and the house was clean again, Leon was just finishing up putting the food away. Jake had already been put to bed and Albert was in the process of putting Zeno back down.
Unlike Jake, their new baby wasn’t fond of all the poking and prodding. So they had been taking turns watching over him and putting him to bed.
It was Albert’s turn currently and Leon was quietly sneaking up the stairs to their bedroom to check on him. He was still worried about what happened earlier even though Alex had already filled him in.
Why’d I have to marry such a stubborn man? Leon thought, He really needs to talk about his anxiety more.
Leon finally got to their bedroom and went inside, expecting Albert to be putting Zeno in the bassinet. But he wasn’t there.
Leon went across the hall to the nursery to find he wasn’t there either. Going over to the next bedroom, he found just Jake in there. The toddler half way out his bed and drooling.
Where could they be? Leon wondered as he gently put Jake back in bed, Hm… The office maybe?
Leon went across the hall and peaked into the office. Finding Albert sitting at his desk and showing some pictures to Zeno.
“This is me in West Africa.” Albert told the baby, “I was doing some research on a virus there and almost died in a volcano of all things.”
Leon heard Zeno let out a coo as Albert brought the picture closer to him.
“I was in a rough place after that, but then I met your papa.” Albert whispered, “I have never been more grateful to nearly have my head shot off than I was then. Your papa can also kick a man’s head off his shoulders if he wants to; so I suggest you never fight him, okay?”
Zeno babbled at him and then let out a big yawn.
“I think someone is tired.” Leon commented as he finally let himself in, “Are you feeling better now?”
Albert froze and then looked back at him.
“Yes, I am.” Albert whispered after he recovered from Leon startling him, “He really does look like me, doesn’t he?”
“Mhm.” Leon nodded, “And I’m glad you’re okay. Just don’t hide it for nearly a month next time, alright?”
“I won’t.” Albert promised, standing up to kiss him, “And are you okay? You’ve been running around all day.”
“I’m fine.” Leon told him, “But sleep does sound great right about now.”
“Come on then.” Albert chuckled, wrapping a hand around the other man’s waist, “Let me tuck you both in.”
“You’re not coming with?” Leon pouted.
“I will eventually. I just have a couple reports to look over first.” Albert stated, “But I promise to be in bed before midnight.”
“Alright.” Leon dramatically sighed, “But you owe me a lot of kisses.”
“That’s a fair price to pay.” Albert nodded, “Now get to bed, dearheart.”
Leon didn’t put up too much of a fight after that. He was just happy that Albert was alright and didn’t hate his little doppelganger. Falling asleep to the sight of his husband soothing their little one to sleep, grateful for being married to someone so caring.
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Prompt(s) Used: "Mine." | "Oh, fuck you."
Summary: A new co-worker learns a very hard lesson.
Context:
No zombies and nothing bad ever happened. Well except for Chief Irons canonically being a serial killer. He's in jail and Marvin is Chief of Police. Leon joined the RPD in early 2000, not 1998.
I made up all their birthdays (except for the years) and changed Jake’s birth year.
Hector Thibodeaux was a handsome man and he knew it. Tall, dark, and handsome; he was the bachelor of New Orleans. Making men and women alike fall for him. Breaking hearts without a care in the world or any consequences.
Now he was just a man in “who the hell cares” Illinois.
Hector was here because not only did his father disown him, but the Chief of the New Orleans Police Department thought he was a liability and a lawsuit waiting to happen. So he was sent to this backwater village to work at their police station to learn how to be “humble”.
“I’m plenty humble.” Hector huffed as he drove to his new location, “I never over brag! I say just enough so people know who I am!”
Hector was in some beat up car his dad had lying around. It was so old, it was basically half rust and he bet a light breeze could disintegrate it. He was honestly surprised he even made it the ten hour drive from New Orleans to this shanty town.
What is this place called again? Hector thought, Roadkill City? Opossum City? Squirrel? No, it’s… Something redneck and shitty.
Hector finally made it to the city limits and passed a sign that said:
Welcome to Raccoon City ~ Home of Umbrella
Population: 100,000+
“Ugh, right, Raccoon City.” Hector scoffed, “Great. I get to live in a city named after a fat, disease ridden, garbage eating rodent. Oh joy.”
Hector was even more put off by the downtown area. Sneering at all the mom and pop shops and all the old architecture. With dirty alleyways and construction being done on every single road he turned on.
“No wonder they named this place Raccoon City.” Hector said, “It’s filthy!”
Soon enough, Hector arrived at his new apartment building and started unloading his meager belongings into his shitty apartment. He had to sell most of his things in order to have some money since his father cut him off, so he had only grabbed the important things and his clothes.
Leaving him to sleep on an air mattress for the time being and falling asleep to thoughts of revenge.
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After a cold shower that somehow made him feel dirtier, Hector arrived at the Raccoon City Police Department. It was housed in an old museum; built out of bricks, limestone, and wrought iron.
“Ugh, is everything in this joke of a city old?” Hector whined, stomping up the stairs to the main entrance and into the grand hall.
It was nicer than he expected. With the three story hall made of marble and dark wood. As well as a giant statue in the back.
There was also a pretty lady sitting at the desk.
“Hello gorgeous!” Hector greeted her, “I’m Hector Thibodeaux. Since I’m new here, do you think you can give me a tour?”
The lady turned to look at him with a blank look and then went back to the computer.
“What did you say your name was?” The lady asked in a monotone voice.
“Hector Thibodeaux.” Hector said, a bit miffed that she didn’t give him attention.
“Ah yes, the problem hire.” The lady nodded, leaning down to grab a name tag and a set of keys, “Here’s your locker keys and name tag; we’ll take your picture later. Wait here for the officer who will be doing your orientation.”
Hector took the items and frowned when he saw the name tag.
“Uh, my last name is incorrect.” Hector complained, “It says ‘Tibidoe’ not Thibodeaux. As in T-h-i-b-o-d-e-a-u-x.”
The lady looked over to give it a quick look and then shrugged.
“Huh, so it does.” The lady sighed before going back to her computer, “Oh well, I will fix that later I guess.”
“You guess?!” Hector exclaimed, “Wha- What kind of place is-”
“Hello! Are you Hector?” Someone asked from the left.
Hector turned around, ready to throw a tantrum, when he was met with a man that must have been sculpted by angels. Soft hair, beautiful eyes, and a lithe build.
“I- Um… Yes.” Hector stuttered.
“Great! I’m Leon Kennedy.” The handsome man greeted him, “You’ll be working in the West Office with me. I’ll be showing you around and explaining how things work around here.”
“Okay.” Hector nodded, “Let’s go.”
“Love the enthusiasm!” Leon cheered before turning to the receptionist, “Thanks Sheila!”
“You’re welcome.” The lady, Sheila, said with a small smile before turning back to her computer.
“Come on.” Leon told him, “I’ll show you to your locker and then we can look at all the cool stuff.”
“Okay.” Hector agreed.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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Just as he expected, work sucked, but being able to work with Leon “Sexy” Kennedy, as Hector liked to call him in his head, more than made up for it.
They didn’t talk a lot. In fact, they didn’t even work together much at all, but Hector savoured every brief “hello” he got.
Today however, his manager pulled him aside and told him to bring some documents to Leon. Apparently there had been some robberies in the area and the cases may be tied to other break ins over in another county.
So Hector took the stack of files over and went over to place them on Leon’s desk. And, since there was nobody else in the office, he decided to snoop a little.
Well, as much snooping as he could since Leon’s desk was the bare necessities and nothing more than a few pictures. One of which was Leon looking super hot in tactical gear.
He was in the military? No wonder he’s built like that! Hector thought, Thank you Uncle Sam!
As he was looking at the pictures and thinking inappropriate thoughts during work hours, someone coughed behind him. Hector whipped around to see a very intimidating man behind him. If he wasn’t wearing a police uniform, he would’ve thought he was an assassin or something.
Tall, muscular, and blonde with shades he couldn’t see past and a face that looked like he was trying to kill Hector with his mind.
“My name is Hector Thibodeaux, sir!” Hector yelled in fright.
“Well Thibodeaux, do you make it a habit of going through your fellow officers' items?” The man asked with a raised brow.
“No sir!” Hector exclaimed, “I wasn’t snooping at all, sir! Just delivering some files!”
“Then why are you still standing here? Get back to your desk!” The man snarled.
“Yes sir!” Hector yelled, scrambling away like a frightened chihuahua.
When he got back to his desk, he looked up to see that the man was gone.
Was he a ghost? Hector thought, Some drill sergeant from beyond the grave?
Suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder and Hector let out a sharp yelp of fear.
“Woah there, why are you so jumpy?” One of his co-workers exclaimed.
“Is this place haunted?!” Hector cried.
Upon hearing this, his co-worker’s face went from confused to amused.
“Ah, I see.” His co-worker smirked, “Let me guess, he was tall, blonde, and looked like he was about to kill you?”
“Yes! You’ve seen him too?!” Hector exclaimed.
“Hah! That’s no ghost, Hector!” His co-worker laughed, “That’s Captain Wesker. He runs the S.T.A.R.S team upstairs. Don’t worry, as long as you don’t piss him off, he won’t kill you.”
With that, his co-worker walked out of the office. Leaving him to the mercy of his anxiety.
Oh why did I have to sleep with all my co-worker and their spouses? Hector bemoaned, I could’ve still been in my rent free penthouse sipping martinis next to the poolside and my fiance!
Unfortunately for Hector, the worst was yet to come.
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A couple weeks later, the department was celebrating the birthday of some guy named Richard Aiken. At first Hector wasn’t going to go since this Richard guy was part of the S.T.A.R.S team and really didn’t want to run into their captain, but then he heard alcohol was going to be there.
He couldn’t afford his own currently due to the debt he’s still paying his father, so this was really his only chance to have some. Deciding to come early to drink as much as he could.
However, just as he arrived at the rental hall it was being held at, a woman named Jill pulled him aside.
“Hey there, pal!” Jill said with a suspicious grin on her face, “Captain Wesker wants your help setting up the tables.”
“M- M- Me?!” Hector gulped, feeling a chill run down his spine, “Why?!”
“I don’t know.” Jill shrugged, “But he’s in the backroom waiting for your help.
“O- Okay.” Hector nodded, walking down the hall she pointed to.
When he got to the double doors, Hector heard a groaning noise coming from the other side.
Is he struggling to lift a table? Him?! Hector thought, How heavy are these tables?!
Hector shrugged and opened the door just to see a horrific sight.
Captain Wesker had Leon pinned to the wall. Neither of them were wearing pants and they were saying things that made him blush.
Thankfully, they didn’t notice him. So Hector quickly shut the door and then ran out of the hall like the hounds of hell were after him. Swearing off alcohol altogether after seeing that.
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A couple weeks later in January, Leon was suddenly woken up by his stomach lurching in the early hours of the morning. Quickly throwing the blankets to the side, he jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Just making it in time for the contents of his stomach to be projected into the toilet.
He sat there on the floor dry heaving for a moment and then tried to get back up. Only to vomit again once he stood up right; collapsing in front of the toilet and holding it like it was his saving grace.
“Dearheart? Are you alright?” Albert asked, walking in to kneel beside him and hold his bangs out of his face, “Do you have a fever?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Leon mumbled, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck though.”
“Well that tends to happen when we do what we did last night for weeks on end.” Albert chuckled.
“Oh, fuck you.” Leon groaned, “Ugh… Why did I decide to do this again?”
“Because you wanted our kids to be close in age for better bonding experiences and to curb any loneliness they might feel.” Albert told him, “Or, as you said, and I quote: My childhood was fucking lonely, let’s make another.”
“Oh yeah.” Leon mumbled against the seat, “Past me really didn’t think this through. We’re going to have two under three.”
“We’ll be fine, dearheart.” Albert reassured him, rubbing his back, “And this is a great time for this to happen. Now that Thibodeaux idiot will be scared off permanently and will stop drooling over what is mine.”
Leon turned to look up at him with squinted eyes.
“Did you do this out of pettiness and spite?” Leon asked, “Are we having a spite baby?”
“Of course not.” Albert soothed him, “The pettiness is only a bonus reward.”
“Possevie bastard.” Leon huffed, “I still can’t believe you paid off Jill to direct him over to us.”
“Well Jill loves chaos and you agreed to it.” Albert shrugged, “In fact, the last time I saw you agree to something so enthusiastically was on our honeymoon.”
“Mm, yeah.” Leon nodded, “The hotel with that fancy balcony hottub.”
“Hm, what a lovely view that was.” Albert hummed.
Leon grinned up at him and went to stand up, excited to see what Albert was going to do to him after he brushed his teeth. Only to collapse into the toilet again and vomit some more.
Welp, looks like they were going to be on time for work.
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When Hector got into work that morning, he was surprised to find a baby wandering around in the office alone. It had red hair and was wearing blue overalls with a yellow shirt. Babbling and playing with the paper in somebody’s trash can.
He was never good with kids; so he approached it like it was a bomb.
“Uh, hi there little one.” Hector greeted it, “Where are your parents?”
The baby turned to look at him with big blue eyes and then burst into tears.
“No, no, no!” Hector pleaded, “Don’t cry! Don’t cry!”
He honestly didn’t know if he was talking to the baby or himself.
Maybe he wants to be held? Hector thought, Should I pick him up?
Hector bent down to pick the baby up, but it started crying harder and toddled away from him on unsteady legs.
“No! Ugly!” The baby yelled at him.
“You can talk?!” Hector exclaimed, “Wait… Did you call me ugly?!”
“Ugly!” The baby yelled at him again, running over to Leon’s desk and hiding under it, “No uppsies!”
“Well you're ugly too!” Hector told the baby, “And where are your-”
Hector was suddenly cut off by the door bursting open and Jill rushing inside.
“Have you seen a red headed baby anywhere?!” Jill asked, looking panicked.
“Right there!” Hector replied, pointing to Leon’s desk, “He called me ugly!”
Jill laughed and picked the baby up. Who, upon seeing it was her, stopped crying immediately.
“Don’t worry.” Jill told him, “He calls Chris ugly too.”
“Oh.” Hector said before asking, “Is he yours?”
Jill gave him a disgusted look and then covered the baby’s ears.
“No offense to this little one, but babies are disgusting.” Jill stated, “If I’m having kids, it’s through adoption and they have to be potty trained.”
“That’s fair.” Hector nodded, “So who’s his parents then and why do you have him?”
“Well Leon had to take their neighbour who usually babysits to her doctor's appointment today, so Jake came here to be with Captain Wesker for the day.” Jill explained, “But then he had to step out for a minute, leaving him with Chris and I. Then we lost him.”
Hector stared at her for a couple minutes, trying to comprehend what she had just told him, but he felt like his brain was frying.
“They have a baby?!” Hector shouted.
“They’re also married.” Jill said, “You should see them together, they’re so cute.”
Hector immediately felt that mortified feeling from the night of Richard’s birthday party come back to him.
“Excuse me for a moment.” Hector whispered, “I need the bathroom.”
Jill laughed as he ran out of the office and bounced Jake in her arms,
“We got him again!” Jill cheered, “Nice work, kid.”
Jake babbled and blew a spit bubble at her. He was just glad that man was gone.
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Hector ended up leaving the RPD after that.
Like, immediately after that. He didn’t even give his two weeks notice.
Just up and disappeared.
His father had been furious, but had given up after a couple months once it was made clear that the RDP and everyone there didn’t kill him or have anything to do with his disappearance.
Most people thought he died after sleeping with the wrong person’s spouse or from some stupid accident. Others thought he got lost in the Arklay Mountains. A few thought that he had just killed himself and that they’d eventually find his body somewhere in the wilderness.
None of that was what happened however.
The truth was that Hector packed whatever he cared about most into his beat up car and picked a random direction out of Raccoon City. Driving until he ran out of gas nearly two states away. Nearly freezing to death in his car.
Thankfully for him, a hulking behemoth of a man found him and took him back to his farm.
At first Hector thought it was going to be like “The Texas Chain Saw Massacre”, but it turned out much better than that.
The man who saved him, a Mr. X, was a retired soldier and ran an animal sanctuary. He was mostly mute and kind of off putting, but Hector got used to him eventually. He even learned how to help on the farm and be better at caring for others.
Yes, Hector found the farm quite peaceful and Mr. X a wonderful companion. Which is why he didn’t know why Mr. X didn’t kick him out after learning about his past. No, instead the other man just asked Hector to marry him.
Which Hector agreed to. Living out his days working on the farm and doing chores that he would’ve scoffed at just a year ago.
He still had nightmares of seeing Wesker and Leon in that supply closet though. And of their hell spawn calling him ugly. But other than that, he had a pretty good life.
Married for thirty years and then dying a week after his loving husband did… Because Hector never cooked a day in his life. He died from food poisoning after the food his husband made was gone and he tried to cook for himself.
Albert and Leon on the other hand… Well they had a long and happy life together. Dying side by side in their sleep at the ages of 118 and 111 respectfully.
How did they live for so long you ask?
Well Albert decided he wasn’t going to die until everyone he hated or even mildly disliked was dead and Leon would’ve felt bad if he left him alone, so they persevered in spite of the passage of time.
{The answer is love and spite.}
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Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 (You're Here) - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7
Summary: Jake starts an unfortunate, but necessary, milestone.
Context:
No zombies and nothing bad ever happened. Well except for Chief Irons canonically being a serial killer. He's in jail and Marvin is Chief of Police. Leon joined the RPD in early 2000, not 1998.
I made up all their birthdays (except for the years) and changed Jake’s birth year.
Having Jake in the office for three weeks had been hell.
Not because of Jake of course, but because of everyone constantly bothering him to see his son. Albert swore that more people visited him during those three weeks than they ever had before.
The S.T.A.R.S team had been constantly making excuses and slacking off just so they could play with Jake. Leading to a pile up of work and missed calls. Thankfully, being punished to run fifty laps around the track whipped them back into shape and they stopped bothering him all day.
Then some idiot came into work with the flu and got everyone sick.
“I swear… If I find out who gave us this, I’m killing them.” Albert growled.
“Honestly… I’ll help you.” Leon told him with a wheezing laugh.
The two of them were laying in bed and trying not to sweat to death as they started up at the ceiling. Both of them shirtless with Vick’s Vaporub on their chest to clear out their congestion and cold compresses on their foreheads.
“I feel like my head is going to explode.” Leon sighed, “That or there’s a little person with a pickaxe chipping away at my brain.”
“Same, but my eyes.” Albert nodded, “I feel like I stared into the sun and was set on fire.”
A noise came from down the hall and they both winced.
You see, not only were they all sick, but Jake had started teething as well. They had been up all night trying to soothe him and get him to sleep, but Jake had only fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning. Leaving them exhausted and delirious.
Luckily for them they had Ms. Connolly who, like the fairy godmother she was, had brought food over for them and helped with the laundry. Demanding they stayed in their room while she took care of things.
Speaking of which, she had just come through their door with fresh linens.
“Hello my sweethearts, how are you farin’?” Ms. Connolly asked them as she set their laundry basket down.
“Just fine.” Albert replied in a monotone voice.
Are you sure you’re alright?” Leon questioned her, “You did just have a twisted ankle.”
“Oh don’t you worry about me, darling.” Ms. Connolly stated, “You two took care of me, so I’m taking care of you.”
“Stuborn old woman.” Albert huffed.
“Now, now, don’t make me take my slipper off young man.” Ms. Connolly scolded him in a joking manner, “And both of you open your mouths so I can take your temperature.”
The two men did as they were told and opened their mouths, allowing Ms. Connolly to stick the thermometers in. They patiently waited for the beep as their neighbour put their laundry away.
After a couple seconds the thermometers beeped and Ms. Connolly walked over to check them.
“Oh good!” Ms. Connolly cheered, “You’ve both gone from one-oh-three to just one-double-oh.”
“Then why does it still feel like we’re dying?!” Leon whined.
“Well you are lying in your own sweat.” Ms. Connolly laughed, “You two get in the shower and I’ll change the bed sheets.”
When they didn’t move, Ms. Connolly huffed and took their cold compresses away. Making Leon whine some more and Albert growl at her with bared teeth.
“Oh please. Neither of you scare me.” Ms. Connolly scoffed, “I grew up on my daddy’s farm in the mountains chasing bears off the property.”
The two men sighed and reluctantly dragged themselves off their comfy bed; grabbing some pajamas before they went to the bathroom. Deciding to shower in the dark of course so their heads didn’t explode in the shower.
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Ms. Connolly left after their shower, leaving some homemade chicken noodle soup out for them. After thanking her profusely, they quickly checked on Jake and then sat down to watch South Park.
“How do you think Kenny is going to die this time?” Leon asked, leaning up against Albert’s shoulder and watching the show.
“Based on how it’s going? He’ll probably be crushed by something.” Albert shrugged.
Sure enough, Kenny was crushed against a wall by an overpowered dodgeball thrown at him. Getting a small laugh out of both of them as neither of them wanted to move much due to their headaches.
Then, just as the episode was finishing, a knock came from the door.
“Who could that be?” Leon asked, confused because Ms. Connolly would’ve just used her key if it was her and anybody else would’ve called before coming.
“Better not be a solicitor.” Albert snarled, “I hate when they come here.”
“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure we’ve been blacklisted after their tires were slashed.” Leon told him as he got up to answer the door, “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Of course not.” Albert lied.
Leon rolled his eyes and opened the door to see… Chris and Jill?
“What are you guys doing here?!” Leon gasped.
“Old Marvin wanted us to bring Captain Wesker some paperwork.” Jill explained, “Something about budgeting.”
“Nice house.” Chris commented, sticking his head in to see Albert on the couch, “Hey Captain! Can we come in?”
Albert let out a long suffering groan and got up.
“You’re already halfway through the door.” Albert huffed, already rubbing his temples, “Might as well.”
“Great! Thanks Captain!” Chris cheerfully replied, “Wow! This place is big! It’s like… Three times the size of my apartment!”
“Yes, that’s how houses work, Redfield.” Albert snarked, “Now hand over the papers and get out.”
“Aw, come on Captain.” Jill whined, “Don’t you want to show us around?”
“No.” Albert bluntly told her, “If you haven’t heard or noticed; some idiot gave us the flu.”
Jill at least looked a bit sheepish upon hearing that. Chris just kept going through their kitchen cabinets.
“Yeah… About that.” Jill slowly said, “Forest sends his apologies.”
Albert gave her a tense smile and stood up.
“Oh? So it was Forest who gave us the flu?” Albert said in a dangerous tone, “Well then, tell Forest that he is on traffic control for the next month.”
“You got it, sir!” Jill said with a sarcastic salute, “I’ll tell him tomorrow!”
{What Albert didn’t know was that Jill was lying. She had actually been the one to bring the flu into the office. Her boyfriend, Carlos, had been sick with the flu and she unknowingly brought it in. Jill just had an incredibly strong immune system and never got sick herself.
Forest was just an unfortunate scapegoat as he was the first one to get sick in the office.}
“See that you do.” Albert snarled, “Between the flu and Jake teething; this house has been hell.”
“Don’t listen to him.” Leon laughed, “He’s being dramatic.”
The three of them made their way into the kitchen and saw Chris eating something he’d found.
“Hey, what’s this?” Chris asked, holding up the blue box he was eating out of, “Some kind of crackers? They’re really good.”
“Uh, that’s pablum.” Leon told him while trying to swallow his laughter.
“What’s pablum?” Chris asked, looking confused.
“It’s cereal for babies.” Albert bluntly told him.
Upon hearing this, Chris started gagging and ran over to the sink. Spitting everything out and rinsing his mouth out with tap water.
“Chris! What have I told you about eating everything you find?!” Jill exclaimed, “You’re like a puppy! Just eating random shit off the carpet!”
“I didn’t know it was baby cereal!” Chris yelled.
Jill quickly tried to shush him, but it was too late. Jake had started crying upstairs and they were now being stared down by a murderous looking Albert.
“Okay, we need to leave.” Jill stated, dragging Chris to the front door, “Sorry about this! The papers are on the table!”
And then they were gone with the sound of Jill’s truck screeching out of their driveway.
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It took a lot of pacing and cooing, but they managed to calm Jake down. The baby having been already exhausted from his earlier bout of crying made it easier.
“I know, I know, Jake.” Leon cooed, patting his baby’s back and slowly swaying in the middle of the nursery, “Growing teeth isn’t fun for any of us.”
Jake let out a shuddering sigh on his shoulder and started chewing on his own fingers. Trying to relieve the pain himself.
“Here, I got a teething ring.” Albert quietly said as he walked into the bedroom, “The dishes are done as well.”
“Thanks.” Leon whispered, adjusting Jake in his arms so he could give it to him, “And- Wait, why are you wearing noise canceling headphones?”
“Because we somehow made an air raid siren.” Albert huffed.
“He’s not that bad.” Leon pouted.
“I have another pair for you.” Albert told him, lifting them up to show him.
“Put those on my head immediately.” Leon demanded without hesitation.
Albert did as he was told and put them on the shorter man.
“Wow! These things are great!” Leon exclaimed, “I can’t hear anything except my own heartbeat!”
They would have to take them off before they went to bed, but they enjoyed the silence while they could.
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Unfortunately, probably due to the both of them being geniuses in their own ways, Jake figured out what they were doing with the headphones after a couple days and started to cry whenever he saw them. Leaving them to the mercy of their baby’s whims as they got over the last of the flu.
“Please Jake.” Leon pleaded as he bounced the crying baby, “We put the headphones back in the garage. You can stop now.”
Jake wasn’t calming down however. He was much too upset about his parent’s obvious betrayal.
“Maybe we can try the teething ring again.” Albert suggested.
“Anything. Please.” Leon sighed.
Albert lifted the teething ring up for Jake to grab, but the baby just screamed at him and smacked it out of his hands. It flew across the room and rolled under the armchair.
“Well then.” Albert huffed, “I guess he doesn’t want it.”
“I don’t get it. “Leon sighed, “It’s been days. Shouldn’t he be better by now?”
“Every baby is different.” Albert told him, “When Sherry was teething, she just drooled all over the place. Annette and William had to start dressing her only in diapers if they could because she kept soaking her clothes.”
“Lucky bastards.” Leon scoffed, “Do you think they can make us something that will help?”
Albert turned to give him a look of shock and then shook his head.
“You clearly must have severe sleep deprivation if you are willing to ‘experiment’ on our child.” Albert told him, “Do you not remember the play dough incident?”
“Ah, right. The play dough incident.” Leon said, “Hm, what do you think we should do then?”
Albert was silent for a moment, going through his mental index cards before he found an idea.
“How about a movie?” Albert asked, “One of those Disney ones.”
“Alright.” Leon nodded, “Which one?”
“How about that animal one?” Albert said, “You know, with the music and the dead mom?”
“Albert… You’re going to have to be more specific than that.” Leon huffed.
“Hm, right.” Albert sighed, trying to think clearly on four hours of sleep, “The deer one. What’s it called? Bobo? Bam-bam? Bambo… Ah! Bambi!”
“Yeah, that should work.” Leon agreed, looking down at Jake, “He always calms down when he hears the music.”
So Albert peeled himself off the couch and walked over to their entertainment stand. Sifting through the movies until he found the Bambi VHS tape. He made sure it was rewound before he put it in the VHS player and then pressed the fast forward button to get through the previews.
Once he got to the beginning, he pressed play and went over to sit beside Leon. Practically pulling the other man and their still crying baby into his lap.
“Come on, Jake. Look at the pretty movie!” Leon cooed, turning Jake towards the TV.
As soon as Jake heard the music start to play, he calmed down. He was still sniffling and chewing his own hand, but he wasn’t wailing til their eardrums exploded.
“Oh good. It’s working.” Albert dryly remarked, “I was about to grab a pencil and pierce my eardrums myself.”
Jake let out a whimper at that and they both quickly shushed him back to silence.
“Daddy was just joking.” Albert whispered, kissing the top of Jake’s head, “I’m just very sleep deprived.”
Jake settled and went back to the movie. Still chewing on his fingers occasionally as he refused his soother or the teething rings.
“The sleep deprivation is hell, but I think the worst part is knowing he’s in pain and not being able to do anything about it.” Leon stated, “Makes me want to cry with him, but I know that will just make it worse.”
“I know what you mean.” Albert said, bringing the other man closer, “I hate seeing either of you in pain.”
“Yeah, I hope everything stays as it is.” Leon nodded, “I don’t want to see either of you in pain either. Unnecessary or otherwise.”
Albert gave him a soft smile and kissed Leon's cheek. Leaning his head against his as they watched the rest of the movie. By the end of it, Jake was sound asleep and they were both crying.
Although Albert did make an attempt to deny it.
“Ugh, stupid hormones.” Leon huffed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, “I’m like a leaky gas tank!”
“Don’t blame yourself; it’s a very heartwarming film.” Albert stated, trying to hide a sniffle.
“Are you crying too?” Leon asked.
“No.” Albert told him, turning his head away, “It’s just the flu.”
Leon shook his head and made Albert look at him again.
“I can see the tears gathering behind your glasses.” Leon huffed, “It’s okay to cry, you know.”
“I know.” Albert quietly said, “You always tell me. Old habits are just hard to break.”
“Mhm, but you’re always safe with me.” Leon promised.
“So are you with me.” Albert whispered back before sighing, “Come on, let’s go to bed. Jake can sleep with us tonight.”
“Sounds good to me.” Leon laughed.
They quickly turned off everything downstairs and then they quietly crept upstairs to their room.
Once there, Leon laid Jake down in the middle of the bed and then crawled in beside him. Albert did the same on the other side of the bed and curled his arms around the other two. His glasses set down on the bedside table.
“Night, love you.” Leon whispered.
“I love you too.” Albert replied.
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Day 1 - Day 2 (You're here) - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7
