18+ Due to explicit content! Back again for my fifth book writing about this fictional man because apparently no matter how many times I begin to think my RE obsession is fading, Leon seems to pop up when I most need him. This book includes imagines with fluff, angst and the occasional smut. ⚠️Requests are currently CLOSED⚠️

❝ I can promise you, I'm not going to fall in love with you anytime soon. ❞ Leon scoffs dismissively, almost taking offense to the possibility of it. I roll my eyes, holding up my pinky. ❝ What is that for? ❞ ❝ A promise. ❞ ❝ Doesn't that seem a bit childish? ugh, whatever. ❞ He sighs, looping his pinky along with mine. Illa is only beginning to move past her previous break up when she finds out her ex is getting married; devastated, she finds refuge in playing resident evil games. Only one day she finds herself trapped in the universe of resident evil itself.

Leon is starting to feel burnt out from protecting the world. He keeps fighting but it seems like the bad guys keep fighting back. When he's at his lowest point a med student stumbles into his life and reminds him what he's fighting for. *set after Damnation and leads into Village*

In this world the greatest risk isn't the infection itself... it's letting yourself feel. In a secluded safe house, Leon S. Kennedy is tasked with protecting a brilliant virologist studying a mysterious virus tied to human emotions. As danger closes in, their growing feelings become as unpredictable and powerful as the virus itself. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧.

Drill Sergeant Leon X Recruit Reader (Female : First Person) "Listen up, recruits! From this moment on, your life as you knew it is OVER. I am Drill Sergeant Leon Scott Kennedy. You will address me as sir, not 'mister,' not 'hey you'. Is that understood?" Spain changed him. After the mission that nearly broke him, after the blood, the parasites, and the things he doesn't talk about, Leon S. Kennedy doesn't return as the same man. He returns sharper. Quieter. Harder. Now reassigned to train the next generation of recruits, Drill Sergeant Kennedy has one rule: Weakness doesn't survive. You're new. Young, but not naïve. Talented, but still learning. And from the moment you step onto his training field, you feel it, the weight of his attention. Not inappropriate. Not obvious. Just...there. You don't mean to stare. You don't mean to admire the quiet strength, the scarred hands, the tired eyes that have seen too much. But you've always known one thing about yourself: You don't want boys. You want someone older. Someone steady. Someone dangerous. Someone who looks at you like they're trying not to. "You don't know what you're asking for," he says one evening, voice low, controlled. "I'm too old for you." "I think I need someone older," you say, your voice quiet and filled with determination. "You know you want me." The way his jaw tightens says something else. He wants you. And that terrifies him more than any mission ever has. 1st on #leonxreader (26/6/26) 2nd on #residentevil (24/6/26) 8th on #leonkennedy (10/4/26)

He only ever comes in after midnight. The bell above the door barely makes a sound when he steps inside, but she always notices. He sits in the same seat. Orders the same drink. Keeps his back to the wall like he's expecting something to come through it. He doesn't talk much. She doesn't ask questions. And somehow, that becomes their thing. In a city that never really sleeps, her bar becomes the one place he can exist without being watched, without being needed, without being the man everyone expects him to be. No missions. No blood on his hands. No ghosts standing at his shoulder. Just a glass of amber liquid. A quiet bartender with steady hands. And the kind of silence that feels safe instead of lonely. He always leaves before sunrise. But he always comes back. What starts as wordless understanding slowly unravels into something deeper - lingering glances, half-finished confessions, the brush of fingers when she passes him his drink. She never asks him to stay. He never promises that he will. Because loving someone like him means accepting the spaces between. And somewhere between late-night storms and early-morning goodbyes, she realizes she's falling for a man who doesn't know how to stop running - and he's falling first. A slow-burn romance built on tension, quiet vulnerability, emotional healing, and the kind of intimacy that doesn't need to be loud to be devastating. He was trained to survive the end of the world. She might be the only thing that makes him want to live in it. OC x Leon S. Kennedy Canon-divergent and inspired by the events of Resident Evil 2, Resident Evil: The Dark Side Chronicles, Resident Evil 4 and Resident Evil Dead Aim. ⚠️ This story contains slow-burn romance, mature themes, suggestive scenes, and implied intimacy. All recognizable characters belong to Capcom.