May I Request Wesker With S/o Whos A Mind Reader? It Can Be Spicy If You Want

May I request Wesker with s/o who’s a mind reader? It can be spicy if you want 😳

Thank you! ❤️

[snaps head around] hehe *precedes to try and sneak a breeding kink in again*

You’ve always been able to hear people’s thoughts, typically it was when you could just focus on someone’s head and all their emotions, thoughts and feelings would be clear to you. However there were some people who had such loud thoughts that you could hear them regardless, luckily these people were few and far between, saving you a headache. This…skill of yours made you a very good detective, to the point where the STARS team captain took notice of you. Your ability to read someone made you valuable to him, it was a risk for him, you knew that, as you could read someone like a book, but your skill was too valuable to pass up.

Over the years you two developed a friendship, it wasn’t awkward or seemed to be based on manipulation like the others but you still were cautious. He had many thoughts about killing the others and you could never be too careful.

But the weirdest day though, was when you were getting thoughts that definitely were not your own.

“God, why do they look so good in that uniform?”

That was a familiar voice, you thought as your eyes looked around, resting your hand on your cheek to look less suspicious.

“Fuck, I want to kiss them so bad.”

Your head went up to look over at Wesker’s office, his shades were open which was rare but you two were the only ones in the office at the moment. Oh, so that’s where the thoughts were coming from? That’s…interesting… Your eyes found his quickly, his shades were pushed into his hair, he quickly looked away from you when you stared at him.

“Dammit, I need to stop staring, they’re so pretty.”

Maybe your suspicions didn’t mean anything, maybe he did actually like you?

“I just want to fuck them hard enough to break the bed.”

WOAH- okay what the fuck- your head turned in his direction once more, his head was down, probably looking at some papers.

“They have such a pretty mouth, I’d love to fuck it.”

Sir, you are the boss, you cannot be thinking like this about your subordinate-

“Maybe they’d give me a little heir if I asked? Hmm…nice and round…”

SIR- SIR- THIS IS THE RACCOON CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT. Quickly standing up you headed your way out the door, feeling his eyes following you as you walked briskly.

“God I want to smack their thighs.”

So maybe your captain liked you more than you thought.

Ok good! So it’s like an AU. The zombie apocalypse never happened so Leon is still a rookie cop. So what I’m thinking is the RCP goes on a little trip goes and checks out Jurassic world since it’s been open for a good 3 years now. Leon and the others meet us! We’re Owens daughter/son so we grew up around the dinosaurs. We helped Owen raise his raptors. Also we have our own dinosaurs! (I-Rex and indoraptor) also the events of the movie doesn’t take place!! How would Leon react if he saw us(he’s in love!!) talking about the indoraptor with the indoraptor next to us(I like to think that the indoraptor’s name Ripper)?? Idk the brain-rot is real!!

Dinosaur

Dinosaurs were not the newest discovery, their bones having been around for years now. But genetically engineering them into present day was something new, something exciting. You worked with your father in a Raccoon City Ingen Lab. Umbrella didn’t seem to mind that they set up shop so close to them, perhaps they were interested in what the company had to offer. Whatever the reason, you had a lot of hands on experience with raising dinosaurs, not wanting to repeat any mistakes in history with wild animals. Raise them kindly, raise them like a family, treat them like how your dad treats you. Of course he was a little hesitant to let you around the dinosaurs but you were soon allowed to help with them.

In a new city it was a little daunting, the people here seemed to be eternally rude. However you did meet a kind rookie police officer who you quickly became friends with. His name is Leon and he was a little naive and a little slow to understand your work but he definitely tried. He really wanted to impress you, that he knew what you were talking about, even when he didn’t. Your dad didn’t really know much about it other than Leon was a sweetheart and was trying his best. You were both new to Raccoon City, and he really wanted a friend. Plus you were new as well! It was like it was destiny.

He was really interested in the dinos you helped raise. Every day after shift, Leon visits your workplace to watch you and the dinosaurs. He comes by so much that your dad and coworkers know him by name, Leon is also pretty sure his coworkers know about his visits but not in the way they think. Chris especially. Always asking if he’s got a date.

The STARS members really like to tease him after Chris and Rebecca took a liking to him. You offered him that he can bring them to visit on Saturday for a special day. There were two new dinos you were helping raise recently and they were now old enough to display to the public. Two of the first carnivore experiments. The bosses seemed a little hesitant when they heard you invited the STARS team, you didn’t quite know why, but they allowed it regardless.

“Leon! You came!” You called running up to him and his group. Chris smiled teasingly at Leon, nudging him with his elbow.

“Y-yeah! I couldn’t miss it!” Leon nudged his arm back into Chris as he responded. The team looking on in amusement.

“The exhibition isn’t for another hour so enjoy the dinosaurs!”

You waved before walking off, briefly hearing them tease Leon once more. That made you smile as you prepared the new dinosaurs to be seen for the first time. And for the second time, a human hand-raising very carnivorous creatures.

From what you’ve seen the team was very excited to look around the park, seeing all the dinosaurs and other animals from that time period. The youngest one, Rebecca you think her name was, looked very excited to hear the announcement about the new exhibition starting soon. Basically dragged them all over the place herself.

You are the one the stage, an earpiece and microphone, a black outfit to match what you were about to show off to your best friend and his friends.

“Good afternoon! I believe you have all been waiting for InGen’s newest dinosaur release. Well, we have something big planned.” You started, your voice calm and clear through the whole park. You smiled knowingly behind the protective glass that separates you from the audience.

“We’d like you to welcome two new dinosaurs. Two new species we have created, I’m sure you’ll find them just as exciting as I do.”

That seemed to gain the crowd’s attention, more and more people filled the seats wanting to see what exactly the park had planned.

“Please welcome, our first…Indominous Rex.” Your hand waved to a padlock which opened slowly, and as it opened up fully, the leaves rustled and moved, the cracking of branches captivated the audience. A huge white head peaked out of the padlock, causing many to jump back at the sight.

The rex stomped out of it’s cage, it’s footsteps shaking the ground of the stage. It’s large head rearing back to its full height, red eyes staring at the crowd before looking down to you. It slowly thumped over, all the while, you could see the little kids smooshing their faces against the glass, you could see Leon and his friends look surprised at the huge reptile you were so close to.

“Now, she’s a little different from the other Tyrannosaurus Rexes you see around the park.” You stated, letting the indominous stalk closer to you, spooking the audience. You turn slightly to the dinosaur, smiling up at it. The large white head coming down to you, almost as if they were preforming with you. Your hand rested on it’s snout before turning back to shocked audience. “She is a hybrid of several other dinosaurs. Invented right here in this park.”

You could see Leon’s face light up as he watched you handle the dinosaur, his friends’ faces were much the same, a couple looked a little scared or horrified at you being so close to those big teeth but were mainly fascinated.

“And we have one more!” You gestured to another smaller padlock which opened quicker than the other did. The cage was darker than the other and it did help the dinosaur hiding within it. Out stepped a black raptor with orange eyes and a gold stripe going down the side of it. “This is our new IndoRaptor.”

The raptor bounded over to you, it’s head cocking side to side as it looked around at the guests swarming the glass to see the two dinosaurs better. But not once did either try to harm you, it fascinated Leon, he couldn’t look away. He watched as the two interacted with you, it was like they were your friends. Two dangerous animals, your friends, your companions.

Leon could hear you explain everything about the two dinosaurs but he couldn’t hear your voice over his own thoughts. Watching you walk around with both of the dinosaurs, showing off what they can do, he was so amazed. His eyes were wide and bright as he watched, hands tightly around his collar as he looked on. He didn’t even notice his team chuckling and nudging him from time to time when they saw his starstruck face.

When the viewing was over, Leon immediately ran over to you, without his friends and their constant teasing.

“You were amazing!” He said as soon as he saw you coming out from the exhibit.

“Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed.” You replied happily, eyes lighting up as he came over to you.

“Honestly…I was more focused on you.” Leon looked sheepish when he admitted that, rubbing his arm, cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

You smiled shyly back at him, head tilted downwards slightly in embarrassment.

“Would…do you want to go on a date…with me?” Leon was the first to speak up, chasing away his thoughts of rejection.

“I’d love that.” You nodded, the two of you ignoring his friends in the background, planning your date. Which was a little intimidating when there were two dinosaurs staring at him through the glass…

Wesker with a university student s/o

No specified age.

Drives you there every day in his super fancy car that attracts everyone’s attention and has them whispering about you and him. If he can’t take you and you can’t get there yourself, you’re not going. He doesn’t trust anybody else to take you there safely. He just doesn’t trust anybody with you.

Loves when you kiss his cheek whilst leaving. He might not be big on physical affection, especially not in public, but he knows people there want you, and he needs wants them to know you’re his.

Nearly everyone knows who Albert Wesker is, and news about your relationship with him spreads around your class quickly. People question you, some ignore you, some hate you for it, but you just ignore them. He loves you and you love him, why should other people and their opinions matter?

Wesker is incredibly proud of you for pursuing your dreams/dream career and will help in anyway he can, even if he did insist that he can support both of you.

Let’s you sit with him in his office and study/work whilst he works. Sometimes he’ll get distracted by you, but he’ll never tell you that. He just loves you.

If anyone harasses or bothers you, he won’t hesitate to threaten them or the University. He has both the money and power to ruin anyone’s life and isn’t afraid to do so if it means you’re okay.

Dated someone in your class who now won’t leave you alone? Don’t worry, he’s got this. You don’t even have to tell him to, and you won’t even know what happened, only that your ex is too afraid to look at you now for some reason.

Tutor being unfair towards you? He’ll deal with it.

Nothing bad will happen to you with him caring for you.

Low-key has access to the University’s surveillance to make sure everything is okay with you, and nothing will happen, but nobody else knows.

Doesn’t like when you go out without him after classes, but he won’t stop you. He just worries about you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you which is why he watches over you and is ready to rescue you at any point.

Takes you for lunch whenever he can and if he can’t do lunch, you two will be having breakfast. He just wants to make sure you’re taken care of and ready to work!

Nobody dares bother you after learning of your relationship as they know the risks of doing so. Wesker has a reputation, and it isn’t exactly a good one.

People tried befriending you to get closer to him, but you knew and told him. He was quick to comfort you the best he could if it bothered you.

Will try comfort you if you’re overwhelmed and forces you to take breaks.

“There’s no point overworking yourself, Dearheart. Your work won’t be the best it can be if you’re stressing.”

Takes baths with you and gives you a massage when you’re stressed.

Worried about deadlines? Don’t worry, he can extend them for you if you absolutely need him to do so.

Insists you move in with him rather than living in university accommodation. Says it’ll be easier and cheaper for you, but really, he just wants you with him and he doesn’t trust your roommates.

Throws you a fancy graduation party once you finish and asks you to marry him once you’re both home.

black hat with an immortal reader? they have been together (not romantically) for hundreds of years and black hat is starting to feel something more for the reader 👀

YESSS, thank you for the ask!

Black hat x immortal reader

★He first met you a long time ago. Back when you both where only a few hundred years old. Back then you were hired by him to be, for lack of a better term his receptionist/accountant/personal assistant.

★He handled the customers and deels up-front with villains, you made sure things ran smoothly behind the scenes. To the point that it was almost like magic how you made whatever he wanted happen.

★You never really had any complaints about the agreement you bolth had, therefore you always stuck around. And as the people around him left or died you where always there.

★He doesn't really notice it at first, and ends up with him writing it off as just being attached to his most loyal worker. But as the years go on he starts to get more and more possessive of you, not even realizeing that he caught feelings.

★It will eventually just come to a point where you bolth act like youre dating. But insist that it's plutonic, that is until black hat sucks up the "bad guy" attitude and asks you if you wold like to have dinner with him.

★He most likely brings you to a high end restaurant that's near impossible to get to without putting in a reservation at least a year beforehand. One bottle of fine wine and a confession later, your officially dating Black Hat.

Sometimes you just act like a old married couple resulting in conversations that go like this:

"Hey y/n, have you seen my scarlet tie?"

"I think you left it in your office, dear"

VARIOUS RE CHARACTERS REACTING TO FRIENDLY ZOMBIE READER (G/N)

Brought to you by your local zombiekin <3 (Fun fact, was originally planning on adding Wesker- but I wanted to get this out sometime within the month lolol)

Also please note, I have not seen a full playthrough of Re1R or Re1- Chris might be OOC.

Characters Included:

Leon Kennedy (Re2R)

Claire Redfield (Re2R)

Jill Valentine (Re3R)

Carlos Oliveira (Re3R)

Chris Redfield (Re1R)

Content Warnings Included:

Mentions of body horror (brief, but still applies to reader themselves.)

Mentions of gore/death (nothing explicit.)

The Sewers. (They deserve their own trigger warning /hj)

Mention of eye touching/prodding

Leon Kennedy:

After having cleared the hallways of the Racoon City Police Department and coming face to face with some disgusting freaks of nature named Lickers, Leon thought he had seen it all. Honestly, he didn’t imagine there was anything new that could surprise him in this goddamn place until he made eye contact with you.

Well.. if you can call staring at the dangling eye hanging out of your socket “eye contact”.

He instinctively raised his gun, expecting to see you rise to your feet, stumble over to him and try to nom his neck like all the other undead he’d seen so far- but to his (pleasant) surprise, that didn’t happen. In some odd groan you spit out, which he assumed was your attempt at speech, you backed away from him. Arms raised as if to show you didn’t mean to cause him harm.

It was odd to say at the very least. He kept his aim marked at the dead center of your head, though he hesitated pulling the trigger now. Your right hand (which Leon noted had a nasty looking chunk taken out of it) drifted down to a bloodied ID badge hanging from your breast pocket.

Though it was hard to read, Leon squinted out the words “Assistant Secretary” in bolded letters at the top of your ID.

He looked back up at you, slowly lowering his gun as he noticed the almost.. human-like quality of fear in your eyes. He could’ve sworn he even saw your shoulders sag slightly with relief as he tucked his gun into his holster.

“Hey.. can you.. understand me?” Leon’s words paused at times as he debated internally if he was really trying to communicate with a dead person. He could feel his stomach sink slightly as you slowly nodded back, cautious that he’d still shoot.

“What the hell.. How are you even- no wait- you’re infected and you can still?- What??”

You watched as Leon’s brows furrowed and his expressions cycled through confusion, disbelief, intrigue and right back to absolute bewilderment. It was almost funny and you almost tried to smile at him- before remembering the fact that your jaw had gotten unhinged a while ago and it’d likely confuse the poor guy more.

After a very long and arduous time of trying to explain to the baby-faced police officer how exactly you got bit and how you locked yourself in this room and how even you didn’t know how you kept your humanity- it just ended up in Leon sitting on the floor, scratching his head.

“I really don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me. I’m sorry.” You grumbled out a brief noise of annoyance before just accepting it and sitting on the ground across from him.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a while before Leon spoke up.

“Hey look. I know you’re already bit and all but maybe we can find you some help? There’s a hospital in the city- there has to be someone who can fix.. uh.. whatever you’ve got going on here, right?” He even sounded unsure of the words he was saying, yet the caring smile etched onto his nervous features was enough to convince you that you should come with him.

Not particularly like you believed you could be cured, but more as in “This poor kind boy will get killed if someone’s not looking out for him.”

So you gave a polite nod, rummaging through what little supplies you saved in here before heading out of your sanctuary with Leon- glad you’d met someone so nice in this mess.

Claire Redfield:

Despite having been caught in the middle of a zombie outbreak and getting turned yourself, undead life was surprisingly calm. You had shuffled your way down into the sewers after getting bit, accepting your fate as you felt your consciousness slowly slip away as blood drained out of the bite on your leg- only to wake up a few hours later a lot paler and surprisingly awake.

Part of you was frustrated you had somehow miraculously lived through transforming into a zombie because of course you would be the unlucky schmuck who would stay sentient throughout something like that. Only your level of sheer bad luck would allow that.

It turned out being down here wasn’t too bad if you ignored the weird mutated masses of flesh in the water, the massive hulking figure of a presumably mutated man that would scream in agony every hour or so and the other rotting corpses surrounding you. Otherwise, it was nice.

You had honestly thought that you were going to live the rest of your undead life here. It’s not like being on the surface is any better at the moment- though you had to admit, it got boring really quickly.

That’s why when you heard a small repetitive bang of a pistol fire off- you couldn’t help but let your curiosity win. You peaked around a corner, just dark enough so whoever was firing couldn’t see you, to take a glance at whatever unlucky person slipped down here.

She couldn’t have been past her early twenties, you thought, her younger features and nervous look spoke volumes. Her eyes had a certain steely resolve to them though, which would’ve impressed you if she didn’t stare directly at you. Previously fascinating eyes now had your stomach drop as she raised her gun at you preparing to fire.

You scrambled away down the hall you came from, legs slightly slipping from the slimy layer on the floor that you really didn’t want to think about at the moment.

Claire had started giving chase after you, worried you were possibly another survivor that she had scared off with her reckless gun waving.

“H-Hey! Wait up!” She yelled out, following your shadow throughout the gross sewers.

You had run yourself into a dead end- panicking and turning around to see her approaching rapidly. Without a way to defend yourself, you simply put your arms in front of your face to shield it as you shut your eyes tightly- preparing to get shot.

Clacking sounds of boots hitting the wet floor filled your ears as Claire stopped just a few feet away from you. She huffed out in exhaustion, leaned over to catch her breath.

“I’m.. I’m sorry- jeez hold on. About.. About scaring you. I didn’t know there were other survivors down here. You alright?” She looked up at you, briefly scanning over your body.

She noted how you looked worse for wear (but then again, so did she) and the large, infected looking wound on your leg. Her face shifted into one of pity as she looked back up at your face.

“Oh.. Is.. Is that why you ran from me?” You nodded, slowly lowering your arms to gauge her expression. It’s funny, she looked a lot more sweet up close. Your eyes met hers and you almost felt better. She looked at you with such.. compassion, even though you were infected.

Claire felt an immense sense of pity overwhelm her. She must’ve scared the living daylights out of you upon chasing you down like a rabid animal. As her gaze met yours though, she realized how glossy your eyes looked- how pale your skin was. You were probably already dead considering how familiar you looked compared to other zombies she had seen.

“I don’t want to hurt you, okay? You seem like a nice.. person? Zombie? I’m not fully sure what to call you.” Her tone was very soft, almost like a gentle elder sister, it was soothing to hear after all the harsh groans and grumbles you’d been hearing from the other undead around you.

“I think that it’ll be beneficial for us to work together. I have a friend who’s a police officer who I’m trying to meet up with. Maybe we can all find a way to escape together and you could get some help at a hospital out of this town. Is that okay?”

It wasn’t like you really had a reason to say no and the way she kept her voice so polite and calm definitely swayed your choice. With a nervous step forward, you precariously nodded.

“Perfect. My name’s Claire. Claire Redfield. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jill Valentine:

Jill was getting pretty damned tired of this zombie shit. First at Arklay, now in Racoon City the day before she was supposed to move out of this hellhole. It was just starting to get ridiculous and if she still believed in a God, she would’ve thought they had it out for her.

As she turned a hard left, narrowly avoiding a zombie grasping and hobbling towards her- Jill entered the subway company’s office. Thankfully it was empty, Jill thought to herself as she pushed the door leading into the traffic control system’s room only to have the door get pushed right back into her face.

…

What the fuck??

Jill grabbed her knife from the sheath on her side and rammed the door open- fully expecting to have to fight hand to hand, only to meet your terrified gaze as you fell onto the floor.

She honestly couldn’t tell if you were infected or not- you looked like you’d been drained dry of all your blood, yet your expressions were so human. Hands raised, slightly shaking (Jill wasn’t sure if that was due to fear or the fact your right hand was hanging on by a few tendons of muscle.)

You mumbled out a shrill and raspy yelp, trying to communicate as best you could that somehow you were still conscious, even in this form.

Jill wasn’t exactly sure what to do with you, knuckles tensing and untensing around the handle of her knife. She almost felt guilt thinking about stabbing you now. Her body went taut as she saw you stumble up and head to the subway panel. You waved your hands, pointing back and forth at the subway map and its controls.

“You.. know how to work that?” Jill hesitated with her words, almost embarrassed that she was trying to communicate with.. a zombie as far as she could tell.

Well that was until you nodded very rapidly, as if trying to prove you had some worth.

So with a frustrated sigh, Jill said “Okay, I need to go to Fox Park. Figure it out.”

Jill watched you with interest as you flipped through the switches expertly, going through the path so quickly she had to assume you worked here before.. whatever happened to you. You figured it out so quickly and turned back to her, as if expecting her to allow you to follow her to wherever she was headed.

Part of her really didn’t want to bring back an infected to the subway but you had the biggest eyes and were practically pleading.

“No- you can’t. God just..” Bigger puppy dog eyes.

“NO. You’ll cause too much commotion! I can’t-”

“Hey Jill- you got that subway route finished?”

Your eyes instantly went to the radio buzzing from her shoulder and she made a mental note to punch Carlos when she got back.

“Yes.. Thanks to the help of a.. oddly friendly zombie.”

You could hear him cackle over the other side of the radio. “You’re joking- right?”

“I wish I was.” Jill sighed out and explained to Carlos that she actually met a nice zombie and spent about 10 minutes convincing him and the other U.B.C.S members to let you follow and that she swears she’ll keep an eye on you and please please please please let her keep you-

Mikhail begrudgingly agrees after her arguing that she should be able to keep you around and that you’ve proven yourself to be helpful- but is told that you’ll be staying with Carlos when you both return to not endanger the civilians and to truly prove yourself.

Jill didn’t know why, but she felt the need to protect you. Maybe it was some lingering savior complex or survivor's guilt but she ignored that for now and walked alongside you back to the subway station.

Carlos Oliveira

As Jill arrived with you in tow, Carlos did notice how surprisingly calm and patient you were with everyone. You clung onto Jill for a little while- being careful to not go too far into the train- in the off chance someone would see you and freak out.

While Carlos trusted Jill’s choice in trusting you, most of the other U.B.C.S members were.. not as happy with the platoon leader’s choice in allowing you to stay. Tyrell was very obvious about his lack of faith in your unwillingness to cannibalize them and informally ordered you to stick near Carlos.

Carlos didn’t mind to be honest. Though, it was a little perturbing to see the way your flesh loosely hung on in some places. He tried his best to be polite and not stare as it’d be “ungentlemanly” of him.

You served to be pretty helpful in the RPD, keeping an eye out for anything he might’ve missed (zombies or items.) You even took a few solid hits for him which may have left you a little more gory in some places over before- but Carlos just appreciated the gesture.

“So, tell me, how’d you end up like that?”

“…”

“Oh right. Can’t talk. Sorry.”

A simple nod or shake of your head was enough to satisfy any base questions he had for you– plus his quips about certain events like the locked doors kept the mood light and cheery.

It was honestly a lot of easy communication between you two- Carlos read you very well and normally a simple tug on his arm or small grunt would do the trick if he truly missed something.

Carlos did ask some weird things though-

“Can you like.. see outta the hanging eyeball?”

You didn’t really think about it before but now that you focused on it- you really couldn’t. With an experimental prod, Carlos watched in horror as you pushed it back into its socket to see that’d change anything. It didn’t but it was worth a shot.

He (somewhat disturbed, somewhat politely) asked you never do anything like that in front of him again.

Fair enough.

Chris Redfield

This entire mansion situation was completely overwhelming for Chris- everything was so out of place and nothing made sense. Grappling with the concept of zombies being a real thing, Umbrella Corp actually being tied to this goddamn place somehow and the Bravo Team being completely wiped out along with his other colleagues being God knows where was just getting too much to handle.

Maybe that's why he didn't even take a second glance at you when you rolled a flashlight next to him as he sat on the ground of the grimy hallway.

It took him a second to fully process what just happened- his eyes running over the slimy flesh of your body that looked rotten and gross. You just simply stared back at him, hollow eyes in hollow sockets waiting for a response.

“.. Hello?”

You waved back in response, watching as Chris’ face cringed as your bones cracked and popped from the movement.

“That's new. Most of your friends seem to not be interested in conversation, eh?”

Chris was pretty sure he was losing it- he knew he should be grabbing his gun and getting rid of this thing in front of him before it attacked instead of making conversation. Yet something felt different about this one.

You nodded your head slowly and made trepidatious steps towards Chris. Testing his willingness to let you near- he did move his hand near his knife, which you took as a warning and stepped back.

He looked down at the flashlight you rolled towards his side and palmed it. It was essentially a gift- and you didn't seem to want to harm him.

“Listen. I need help finding my friends. They're somewhere in this mansion. This place is just so confusing to get through- will you help me out?”

You seemed to hesitate for a second, feet lingering in place as if trying to see if it was a trap. Chris almost found it funny, the both of you unsure of the other and still needing help to get out of here in one piece.

You gave a weary nod to him before stepping closer and offering your hand to help him up.

Chris shuddered a little as he felt the bone through your frail, decaying flesh and pulled himself up with your help.

An odd duo you two made, but certainly two is better than one in this situation.

Plaga Papa [Leon Kennedy x Reader]

Las Plagas! Leon Kennedy x Reaer

Rating: T (brief sexual innuendo)  Content Warning(s): Plagas! Leon, hint of body horror

Word Count: 1035 –

“Leon! Your son is on top of the refrigerator again!” 

You called out, looking up helplessly from your stool as your son hissed at you from on top of the tall appliance. This was a regular bedtime occurrence for you, since the small child of yours hated having a bedtime. You knew it couldn’t be the plagas he had inherited from his father, but it was the stubbornness instead. 

A stubborn toddler, with superhuman abilities. 

You could hear your husband’s approaching footsteps from his office as you tried to reason with the boy, holding your arms out as welcoming as you could. “Come on Luis, it’s past your bedtime.” You begged.

“No! Bedtime bad!” Luis shouted, small spikes bristling on his back. His eyes were a bold red, as he scooted farther on the surface of the refrigerator, toppling over empty containers of Tupperware. 

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