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Bloodborneleon AU

Fri, 05 Jun 2026 08:00:59 -0400

Bloodborneleon AU
After getting his promised bag of cheeseburgers and 3 hour long shower, it’s decided that Chris will stay with Leon at his apartment, and Claire will look after Rosemary in the meantime. Everyone is bit concerned about Leon’s mental state, even more so when Leon doesn’t even object to the plan, agreeing that he shouldn’t be alone right now.
Rebecca comes over and immediately gives Leon an examination. Leon tells her everything he knows about the Blood-Vials, and Rebecca is not happy to hear that Leon’s been essentially micro dosing himself with something that’s the equivalent to the T/G virus all night long.
It doesn’t help that her concern only grows the longer she looks him over. She notes that he features look like they’ve been mixed together with some kind of beast. He’s got sharp fangs, his finger nails are thick and sharp like a cat, his eye’s are reflective in the dark, and his hair feels like dense fur.
He also had this weird musk coming off him, a strange scent that was a mixture of beast, flowers, and blood. His psychical also showed his sense of smell and hearing had increased greatly and his reflexes where far faster than the average human now.
Done with her exam, Rebecca takes a sample of Leon’s blood to test in the lab. In the meantime Leon is off duty and home bound until he recovers, while Rebecca figures out what happened to him and how fucked his DNA was now.
The first few weeks at Leon’s apartment with Chris are also interesting to say the least. Leon is horrified when he starts to see shit that Chris can’t, like little nightmare creatures that frantically crawl around the rooms, or the numerous Eldritch eyes that peer at him from the shadows. Leon tires he best to ignore them, gritting his teeth against the primal fear flooding his veins while treating them as minor annoyances.
Honestly the worst part for him was the blood withdrawals. He craved the taste of rich, creamy copper, so much so that he pinned Chris to the wall one day when they man cut his finger while cooking. He licked the blood clean off, but only snarled in anger when all he tasted was bland, watery liquid, and not the sweet ambrosia he craved. (Needless to stay the rest of the day was awkward as fuck after that happened.)
Thankfully, Leon’s craving for Eldritch blood becomes manageable and it seems like he may get to live a regular life still…..right?
SURELY SOMETHING WON’T GO WRONG ON HIS FIRST MISSION BACK RIGHT?!?!?! RIGHT??????????????????????
(Spolier: Something does go wrong.)
((Leon has told Chris basically everything that happened to him in Yharnam. Chris believes him, he kinda has to considering he saw Leon crawl out of a POOL OF BLOOD that materialized out of nowhere. He feels bad for Leon, especially when he sees the other man tense up and look at something that he can’t see. It creeps him out too, cause it reminds him of an animal reacting to a ghost. He can’t see it, but he trusts Leon enough to believe that something might actually be there.))
((Leon only saw it briefly, but he thinks he may have spotted a messenger in the window once, but it faded as soon as he looked directly at it.))

I think this is Zeno’s best look so far 🥵

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 19:27:34 -0400

berkwz:

I think this is Zeno’s best look so far 🥵

Pillow princess Zeno. That’s it. That’s the prompt.

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 18:27:10 -0400

Hear me out Zeno is totally the type who would love cowgirl position prove me if I'm wrong 💋

one chance Zeno pls just one ahhgnh

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 18:15:14 -0400

melancholila:

one chance Zeno pls just one ahhgnh
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A Quiet Moment

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 17:36:49 -0400

Zeno Wesker x G/N reader

Summary: Zeno is stressed and needs some comfort. You are happy to give.

Warnings: None. Fluff.

Word Count: 1,148

I am getting the hang of writing in Second POVs now, and I hope you guys are enjoying them too. This is my first attempt at writing Zeno so forgive me if it’s crappy.

Please reblog and comment, feedback is highly appreciated!

Please enjoy,

These nights were not as uncommon as many would believe but were cherished all the time. The sun had dipped down, sinking below the horizon, casting the world in its dying light of gold, yellows and oranges. From this view of the penthouse, you could see the source itself sink beyond the edge and vanish entirely. Zeno never thought much of it but you often found yourself standing at the balcony to watch the sun set when you could. Something about it brought a sense of peace and stillness that you found hard to ignore. The way the shadows grew as the sun would set, growing bolder in the absence of light. Thick clusters of trees lined along both sides of the penthouse, branching a little towards the tall hills.

The air was clear and crisp, the kind that lightly prickled your lungs if you inhaled deeply enough. You remained leaning there until that air brought down a chill that nipped your skin, a sign to retreat back inside for the night. The balcony door slid shut before you locked it then set yourself down on one of the three couches that stood surrounding the polished, marble coffee table. Zeno didn’t spare any expense for his own enjoyment, even if the man was rarely here. A part of you believed it was more for show than actual comfort.

Appearances and imagery did matter, you guessed. Which was why you wondered why Zeno kept you around. You weren’t the most luxurious person in the world yet Zeno would shower you in whatever you wanted. Zeno’s way of expressing his admiration, a reminder that he listened to you. He knew your favourite drink. Your favourite food. Your favourite smells, books, music, movies; Zeno accumulated this information like it was valuable information because it was to him.

Flopping down on the second couch, you sunk into the comfortable furniture as you flicked on the ridiculously big TV screen and began cycling through the channels. Nothing good on, as usual. You closed your eyes, held the ‘Channel Down’ button and counted to three before letting go and opening your eyes.

A bloody antique show.

An annoyed groan slipped your lips before tossing the remote on the coffee table and decided to watch. An old man rambling on about a pure white, ceramic vase he had stored in the attic since he was “but a wee lad”. The door to the penthouse creaked open and your head craned up as far as your neck would allow without actually moving off the couch, not ready to give up the comfy position. Standing in front of the closed door, Zeno stood there. His leather coat hung heavily over his shoulders like a cloak, his silver hair slicked back with those dark tinted glasses sitting on his face to conceal those beautiful eyes of his. That beautiful shade of gold that rivaled the sunset. You smiled at the sight of him,

“Over here, Zeno.” You called out, drawing his attention towards the centre of the living room. He shed his thick coat off, hanging it up beside the door before making his way over to you. You noticed that little bit of tension that set his shoulders, the way his lips seemed to press together just a little tighter than usual. Little things many would miss but not you. “Stressful day?” He shifted over to allow him room to sit.

“You have no idea.” His voice slipped his lips like honey, a sound that you could listen to without complaint. The man sat down, his head tilting back a little as he finally let out a low sigh that radiated exhaustion. Not just physically,Zeno couldn’t stress more about his modified genetics and stamina, how someone like him didn’t get close to exhaustion. Regardless, you moved closer to him, deciding to prop yourself upright to sit.

“Gideon is beginning to wear my patience thin. His research demands more funds while his results are yet to prove a single development.” Even if you were suddenly robbed of your eyesight, you would be able to tell that tiny vein that hid just out of his hairline pulse with irritation. The man prided himself of perfection, an unmovable monolith that commanded authority and control. You got to see the tiny chips and cracks in the stone. You saw what he wished to hide from the outside world.

A small smile tugged your lips as you shifted on the couch. Your legs brought up and laid across Zeno’s lap, drawing his gaze to you. Your arms outstretched in a silent invitation. Zeno took in your invitation and decided to accept. Though, he gave a small huff as if he was doing you a favour rather than vice versa. Somethings, he never said aloud but he didn’t need to when he had you who could read him like a book.

“Couches are for sitting, you know?” He muttered but didn’t waste time settling in your arms. His body resting atop of your with your legs slightly parted and his head resting on your chest. He felt your arms wrap around so your fingers could gently comb through his hair, a gesture that made something inside him feel calm. Comforted, even. In this penthouse, the outside world remained outside. He allowed his shoulders to slump a little, the tension slowly melting from them as he felt your fingers brush through his silver hair while your other hand rubbed circles between his shoulder blades, easing the muscle a little.

The smell of you pulling him into a space he never wished to leave. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat is a soothing melody for him to drown himself into. Everything about you brought a calmness that settled to his very cells. Some days, he found himself seeking out your mere presence if he was stressed enough. Just the feeling of you in his arms made the next day that little more tolerable.

Your fingers moved from his hair down to the black veins that marred the side of his face. A gentle warmth danced over them as he felt you trace each one as if it was something to admire, and not a reminder of one of the many failures he accounted for. He wondered what you saw of him. A relic of the past that seemed to lack small pieces of the greater whole? Or a man who was more important to you than anything in the world?

Zeno silently prayed for it to be the latter.

“I’ve got you, darling.” You spoke softly as you went back to combing his hair, your gaze on the TV screen again as the old man seemed to be complaining over fifty dollars for the vase. “Is there nothing else on other than this pathetic drab?” Zeno enquired and you shook your head,

“Sadly, no.”

I warn now. I shall attempt a Zeno x G/N reader fic and I apologise in advance if his character is…

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 17:16:14 -0400

I warn now. I shall attempt a Zeno x G/N reader fic and I apologise in advance if his character is off. I love the man and yearn to comfort him.

my husband

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 16:33:47 -0400

insaneption:

my husband

📸

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 16:03:35 -0400

starbeancrusader:

📸

Shhhh I make edits too, BARKBARKBARKAJSHDHGSHS ZENO🌿

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 16:01:51 -0400

bhaalspawnbarbie:

Shhhh I make edits too, BARKBARKBARKAJSHDHGSHS ZENO🌿

Typically, I’d need to be touched in order to come. This man’s eyes do it hands-free.

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 16:00:16 -0400

lblacklbird:

Typically, I’d need to be touched in order to come.
This man’s eyes do it hands-free.

Sad thought: Even if Zeno attempted redemption I doubt anyone would believe or accept him. He’s…

Thu, 04 Jun 2026 15:59:28 -0400

prctctype:

Sad thought: Even if Zeno attempted redemption I doubt anyone would believe or accept him. He’s cursed to be mocked and ridiculed for the disgusting sin of having Albert Wesker’s face and the constant fear that he’s going to be just like his progenitor.
Even if he tried making amends or even just wanting to extend some kind of olive branch, he’d be chased off.
Chris would only see him as a monster. Jake would use him as his punching bag to vent his hatred for Albert. Sherry, Ada and Jill might avoid him and so would probably Rebecca too.
Leon would constantly have his gun on him and Claire may want to bridge the gap but be pulled away. Even Grace wouldn’t be allowed near him.
Zeno would be left all alone, refused any chance of atonement because he’s just another Wesker (even though Jake is literally right there.)
He was born an outcast and he’d always be an outcast, rejected by everyone because he was never enough of what anyone wanted.
Zeno never allowing anyone near him again because he’d only get rejected anyways. By the time the heroes realize their mistake….it’s too late. Zeno is gone, vanished to the shadows. Watching but never making his presence known….knowing that the one thing he desperately wanted would never be there for him.
A family.