Leon Kennedy Imagines (Resident Evil)

- Betrayal pt.2 -

CONTENT WARNINGS: slight angst, slight Gore, betrayal, mentions of murder and more.

Set during the events of RE4.

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(For those of you who read part one within the first hour of publishment, I changed Leon and Y/n's first meeting, do you might want to go re-read that part)

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   "Who are you? What do you want."

You almost didn't recognize his voice. It was definitely a lot deeper in pitch than it was back in Raccoon City. He sounded older. More serious. Which worries you. People can change a lot in six years. You're definitely not as childish as you were before, but you still make the occasional dick joke here and there. Leon... you hoped he didn't change too much. You hoped he was still your Leon.

His grip tightens on you, the knife slightly piercing your skin, making you whimper.

"Answer. The question." He grunts out, his breath hot against your neck making you shiver slightly.

This feels familiar.

You roll your eyes. His hand was still covering your mouth. Leon wasn't the brightest of people when it came to situations like this. So, doing what any normal person would do... you open your mouth and lick his palm.

"Ew- what the fuck?" Leon lets out, letting go of you immediately and stepping back, making you laugh slightly and turn to see him looking down as he wipes his hand on his leg.

He freezes the moment your laugh escapes through your lips, gasping lightly. His head snaps up to look at you, and you smile sadly, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Y/n?"

Ashley tilts her head.

"You know her?"

"Hey, Leon."

"What the–" He's cut off when the three of you hear people grumble in Spanish, moaning and grunting, making your eyes widen slightly.

"What?" You mutter before you look at Leon. You thought that all the zombies died with Raccoon City. How the hell did they end up in Spain?

They run in your direction when they spot you, pitchforks and shovels in their  hands. Leon looks at you before the two of you nod to each other, deciding to fight now and talk later.

You quickly turn to the group, shooting at any that come near, stabbing ones that get too close. You're about to slash another one in the head, but you're grabbed from behind, making you let out a yelp as you try to break free.

You hear a loud yell from behind you before you're free from the grasp, quickly turning around to see Leon panting, staring at you. You can see the slight worry in his eyes as he looks over you, and you smile softly.

"Thank you." You breathe out.

Leon seems to snap out of his daze, his gaze hardening, clenching his jaw and clearing his throat.

"Don't mention it." He grumbles before walking off.

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   You pant out, grunting as you help Leon baracade the door to an abandoned building not too far from the village, sighing when you're finished.

With your back against the bookcase you used to baracade door, you close your eyes, head facing up at the ceiling as the wave of adrenaline slowly slips from your tired body. You don't understand what was happening. Ada told you that he was in a village in Spain. She didn't mention anything about zombies. And she sure as hell didn't mention anything about going to use and kill you.