You and Leon are two survivors of Raccoon City who somehow ended up stuck with the exact same fate: working for USSTRATCOM. For six years, you were never close, just two people who knew of each other and kept a respectful distance. After a failed bioweapon recovery, that distance gets ripped away and you're suddenly in each other's space. Both on the job and off, you end up seeing the parts that were always hidden behind the veil... WARNING: This story will contain sexual content, violence, mental health issues and explicit language. PLEASE READ: This story is mainly romantic comedy, slowburn not straight up smut). There will be language that may be distasteful but will be LIGHT (eg. fatphobia, homophobia, sexism etc) that does not reflect me or the characters I cannot stress this enough. I WILL NOT BE USING SLURS.

After the death of my father - one of the most dangerous scientists of the Umbrella Corporation - all of Europe starts hunting me down. Because I know secrets capable of destroying entire governments. And the man sent to find me is Leon S. Kennedy. The only problem? The more we try to survive... the more we start falling in love.

In the quiet spaces between gunfire and collapsing cities, there was always someone standing at Leon S. Kennedy's side. From the doomed streets of Raccoon City to the rotting villages of Spain, from the chaos of bioterror attacks across continents to the crumbling ruins of secret labs, he was there-an agent, a survivor, and the only person who could make Leon hesitate before pulling the trigger. This is the story of Leon Kennedy and the man who survived the nightmare with him.

Symbiosis: an interaction between two different organisms living in close physical association, typically to the advantage of both. You heal him, he protects you. ~ Takes place after the events of Resident Evil 4 TW// assault, violence, gore, mentions of abuse Also Luis is alive in this story and you can fight me if you don't like it.

[Book 2] (Resident Evil 4 Remake) No longer a rookie, Leon is left half the man he once was, as fate ruthlessly separates him from those he loves. What remains is an empty space filled with broken promises, and a silent struggle he chooses to bear alone. IN THE MIDDLE OF REWRITTING, ONLY REWRITTEN CHAPTERS AVAILIABLE This is a continuation after book 1 Naive.

When the world collapses, it doesn't do it quietly. Leon S. Kennedy was an FBI agent twenty-four hours ago. Hungover. Recently dumped. Still trying to prove he wasn't just another badge with good aim. Then the dead stood up. Now Atlanta burns. Armed with only his Silver Ghost, a combat knife he scavenged from a ruined home, and instincts sharpened by something darker than training, Leon finds himself protecting a young girl named Sherry Birkin - daughter of CDC scientists who may know why the world ended. On the road to Atlanta, Leon crosses paths with Kyle Borja - an Atlanta cop who moves like a ghost and cuts like a machine. Katana in hand, customized pistol at his side, Kyle is the only man Leon's ever met who fights like he's already adapted to the apocalypse. Inside the city, survivors are fractured. Power struggles rise. The military has fallen. A tank sits abandoned in the street. And someone is still alive inside it. As alliances form and tensions ignite, Leon must navigate not only the dead - but the living. Old names will appear. Chris. Jill. Claire. Ada. Rick. Shane. But this isn't their canon. This is a harsher version. A bloodier version. A world where: Trust is negotiated with violence. Love is slow-burn and complicated. The dead aren't the only monsters. And Leon Kennedy was never in Raccoon City... but he may be standing at the start of something worse. Survival is only the first problem.

After a fall on the ice and a minor concussion, Nina wakes up in 2004-inside the New York apartment of 32-year-old RPD officer Leon S. Kennedy. No phone, no ID, and no explanation. He claims she looks just like a woman he'd met before Except the woman he knows isn't from Texas. She isn't 18. She doesn't have pink hair. And she definitely is not from the year 2021. In this world, Raccoon City was rebuilt. The World Trade Center still stands. The Beatles never existed. Sleeping in the same bed might be the least complicated part of this mess. Although Leon desperately seems to disagree. DISCLAIMER: This is just a friendly fanfiction! I don't own any of the resident evil characters! If I did I'd be sipping on a cup of hot chocolate in France, not hunching over my desk like a shrimp to write this. This is a work in progress.

Read the other version of this please, this one is so bad haha.

a 26 year older reader makes a fake dating profile as a joke but she finds herself falling for a 51 year old man

[BEING EDITED, this is an old book] A sense of dread settled into her head when traces of a altered T-Virus shows up in multiple victims. Just when she finally has her faith in her hands, a new biohazard incidents shakes the lives of Jill, Chris, Leon, Claire and Rebecca. This time, she isn't alone. "MEIN" my [adjective] or of belonging to me resident evil: death island fic - pt6 oc x leon kennedy