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where souls disappear

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leon kennedy x reader

warnings: pirate!leon, mentions of violence, non-con, p in v, blood as lube, degradation, leon is mean ngl, harassment (?), mentions of death

a/n: this was a request from an anon. also lmk of it doesn't show up in the tags so i can promptly kms. anyway thanks anon for the idea!! i had fun writing this. this isn't proof read as always

title is from in your room by depeche mode

wc: 3.7k

Cannonballs barrelled into the wooden houses with little mercy, screaming of children and the clashing of swords rang through the air as you ran through the streets with your mother's hand clasped with yours.

The moon gave a peaceful glow to your port, to your home, but it was being savaged like you had never imagined. By pirates of all people.

You're unsure as to where your mother is taking you, having yanked you out from the front room as soon as trouble called, but you'd rather be anywhere but here.

A chill ran through your bones as you spotted a large group of pirates fleeting onto land, and it only rushed the both of you to find some sanctuary, some escape.

Your mother shouts your name, breaking you out of your trance of the pirates and continuing to make haste. You're no longer in the streets, but now you're going over untouched land laid with grass and a few trees.

“Where are we going?!” You pant out, hoping you were loud enough for her to hear over the ringing of the sounds of terror as more pillaged through the streets.

She doesn't reply to you at first, only leading you to the middle of the barren land and stamping on the ground. “There's a cache,” One of her steps lands on a lever, and she pulls it up. “You'll be safe here.”

It's a small underground box, one large enough to fit around two people, and enough height for them to sit up.

You pause at your mother's words, your head spinning to face her with wide eyes. “Mother- you're not staying with me?”

You're graced without a reply as she ushers you inside, helping you bunch up the dress you wore so you could fit comfortably inside.

As you sit inside, you look at her with a knowing yet pleading look, but all you're met with is a kiss on your head, then darkness as the lid of the cache shuts on you.

–

Seeps of daily light spill through the cracks of the lid of the cache as you lay uncomfortably on the floor. You have no room to complain, you'd rather be uncomfortable than dead anyway.

Somehow, you'd managed to get a few winks of rest. You wouldn't say forty winks, more like thirty, or twenty winks.

Thoughts about your mother, about your home, about all the people swam in your head like mindless fish. It was all messy, but one thing that unsettled you the most was the fact that the whole place was silent.

No more of those shrills or clashing. There was simply nothing, like the place had gone silent on command.

The smoke in the air was still potent, for the scent still lingered in the air you breathed, but not enough to make you choke, but enough to make you realise that what you went through last night is very much real.

Then again, you wouldn't be in this tiny box if it weren't so.

Voices echoed in the air, ones harsh and abrasive. It led you to quickly believe that the pirates were still here, and their purpose for bombing everything that had yet to be touched was not fulfilled.

Heavy boots trudged on the ground close to your location, and that's where you sat up and darted your head in all different directions to attempt to find a weapon, or something to protect yourself with.

Shouts soon grate your ears, and you're moving your skirt closer to you in case it covered anything, but nothing was to be found that was of any use.

Before you know it, the lid of the cache opens, and a spill of sunlight beams on you. Just as you jerked your hand to cover your eyes, a shadow looms over you.

A man riddled with grime and sea leered a grin at you, as if he had found treasure that would fund him and his future bloodline.

“Well, what do we have here?”

–

Nausea hits you like a brick once the reality of the situation fully hits you.

You're in the hull of the ship, that much is obvious as sunlight only peaks through the starwell that leads up to the main deck.

Being locked in a cell is something you've never experienced, but you've never felt so out of place before.

You're in new robes that your mother gifted you as a present for an event, an event you were on your way to until pirates showed up.

A swing of a hatch leaves you breathless, standing up from the moulding chair you were sitting on to see who your visitor was.

It's the same man who captured you, and you gave half the mind to shout at him, until more lackeys tumble down the stairs.

He unlocks the cell door, holding it open with nothing but lethargy. “Come on then darlin’, out ya come.” It's a sneer, more of a tease than an order, but their leering eyes leave you no choice but to take those steps forward to leave the cell.

Hands grab your arms to manhandle you to wherever you're being summoned to, and you try to ignore some that try to brush against your tits.

Desperate men really are pathetic, but the name says it all.

The air is much clearer now that you're on the deck, but being out on sea gives the air a tangy feeling to it, so you aren't immediately refreshed.

The pirates jeer at your struggle as they almost shove you up more stairs, leading to the Captain's quarters.

Considering how the ship had rats crawling around in the hull, the Captain's quarters were luxury compared to anything else.

Shades of a crimson red lay litany round the room, a sleazy sense of comfort suffocating the place, which made you feel increasingly more out of place than in that cell.

No rats though, right?

“Captain.” The pirates say in unison, like they were commanded to, like they were trained to as their prying hands finally leave your body, as well as the room, leaving you alone with the Captain.

Said leader idly stood in front of a window, hands pressed against the wood that withheld the window, as if something frustrated him.

His hands slid against the polished wood, then followed shortly after with a huff and a final reveal of his face.

The man was handsome, far too handsome for a man who has spent time on sea and ordered around a ship like this. Cleanliness was something he practised more than others, it seemed.

“My lady,” A step toward his desk, and a gesture for you to seat yourself on the empty chair was made. “Sit down.”

Not wishing to deny him nor comfort, you gently lower yourself into the chair. It was indeed comfy, but it could not bring you out of the fear that you have cradled in you.

“You know,” A pregnant pause follows, and you cut yourself from whatever crisis mode you were about to delve yourself into on hold. “We went against the pirate code to get you.”

Eyes and eyebrows dart up, and you can't help but have a thin veil of confusion over you. You don't know a lot about the Pirate code, but going against it for you? Strange stuff.

“...Am I supposed to be honoured?” You follow that with a crooked smile, one that resembles fear, awkwardness, and slight confusion all packed in one.

No one exactly taught you how to act in serious situation such as this, that much is obvious

But all the captain does is shake his head, and forms a grin on his face. For once, it's a grin devoid of any malice, but it's an emotion you can't quite decipher.

“Well- you'll reach for a hefty sum, I can assure you just as much.” You come with a price tag attached to you, and that much should be obvious.

Royalty fills empty pockets.

“Obviously, I am selling you to the highest bidder.” It's spoken in a flippant tone, one that is waved off by his hand as he plops himself on his chair. “However…”

The man glides around his desk until he's stood before you, and only then does he lay hands on you. They grip your face, harsh and mercilessly to force you to gaze up at him.

“Have you bedded a man before?” An embarrassing question, one that leaves you wide eyed and slightly shocked at his bluntness.

“How uncouth of you to ask such a question.” It's the only thing you know what to bite back with, but considering the lack of reaction, you continue. “I demand to be off this ship-”

His grip departs from your face, and the back of his hand collides with your face to form a powerful backhand, and only a yelp is returned.

“Suppose it doesn't matter anyway.” Tears sting in your eyes, and your hand drifts to caress your check gently to sooth the pain as his words hit you deep into your core.

Your eyes don't meet his as you soothe your pain. “Just who even are you?” Comes out timid, weak. It's a tone that you yourself aren't used to, as you try not to make a habit of looking weak.

“Captain Leon Kennedy.” A pause as he gauges out your reaction. “At your service.”

You can't be bothered to notice the mocking tone in the latter of his statement, as you sit in shock of who pillaged your home, who killed every man, woman, and child and has you aboard his ship.

Captain Leon Kennedy.

–

Stories of the man surfaced in your head, ones that induced fear to many. They were more rumours than any, ones that had come from the sea to land, and struck fear to many.

“You? You want to be a pirate?” A harsh whisper, one dancing around a candle as the group of teenagers shared stories.

Not exactly a campfire, but when you're supposed to be in bed, a candle would more than suffice.

“Why not? Duelling and ransacking ships, all the stuff you see in books” The boy speaking these had a clear following as some teenagers echoed agreements.

You weren't the part of this huddle ‘round the candle, pretending to be asleep because the other kids didn't like you.

A pause, one that leaves you tense in your chest. “You haven't heard of Captain Kennedy?”

Silence. A mutual understanding of who this man was, but you were clueless. Things such as pirates were a forbidden topic of discussion in your life.

“I haven't.” A girl, maybe a year older than you and was one of the more timid ones spoke out, and you could tell some looked flabbergasted at her admission.

A boy spoke once again. “Captain Leon Kennedy, who sails the cursed ship, who pillages anything that lives, who keeps a group of some of the most dangerous men running his ship, keeps women for his own pleasure then makes them walk the plank-”

“Walking the plank is a myth- he makes them either work there or get pushed off the ship.”

“No he does not-”

A heated whisper induced argument starts, but all you can think about is how such a man exists, but naivety was a fickle thing, and led you to believe that this man must be the most dangerous pirate ever.

It's all a farce, and you wish it weren't so. Maybe you have the better end of the stick, as he's yet to do anything cruel to you, and you've been fed some suspicious slop. But you aren't dead, and you aren't suffering.

Well, mentally you are, but physically you're fine.

The air is damp now that you're back in the hull, locked in the cell after your sudden bout of silence in front of the captain. He'd gotten bored of you fairly quickly at that point, and he didn't want to hurt you because it would ‘lessen your value’.

Silence was a tenacious bastard, one that leads you to think when not in company of others chatter, and thinking was a dangerous thing.

All you could do was pace your cell, back and forth to keep your mind from whirling into any straying thoughts and keeping your adrenaline at bay.

But it doesn't last long as you huff, plopping yourself on that same rotting wood from before, leaning your head on the cold iron to look glum.

The gentle swaying of the ship threatens to lull you to sleep, but all it does is make you close your eyes and think, the one thing you swore not to do.

After you were to be sold, what then? Was there even a bounty on your head in the first place? Were you really worth the effort of decimating a village?

Too many questions, but not enough answers. All you can do now is just hope that someone, or anyone could save you from whatever terrible future looms over you.

–

Dinner was destined to be an awkward affair.

You'd been graced with the opportunity to actually have some food, and just with the Captain Kennedy. Rather him than his lackeys outside.

You were famished to say the least, you hadn't eaten for over a day. Even your adrenaline was on its dregs, and sleep did little to give you any energy, so you had no qualms in dining in the food given to you.

“You don't have to be cordial with me, princess.” Your eyes dart up from your plate, and you're almost confused as to what Leom means, until he gestures to knife and fork in your hands.

You almost consider it, but you don't wish to dirty yourself like that. So, you continue to eat food with utensils. “Well, I wish to be.”

Slouching in his chair, Leon sips his wine with a shrug to his shoulders. “Suit yourself.”

Considering all the questions you had floating around in your head before had all gone, and the tension in your bones weighs heavy on you now leaves your mind mostly blank.

Apart from one question.

Placing your utensils down in the appropriate manner, you open your mouth to speak, and you'd hope a form of confidence rings in your tone. “Who am I to be sold to?”

Leon gives you a look like you've grown a third head, and all he does is bring his wine cup to his lips and look at you intently. “Someone very wealthy, I can assure you.”

“I wasn't worried about that.” A pause, and finally the tension is slowly being relieved from you. “It seems as if you are convincing yourself more than anything, Captain.”

You've tested his patience, that much is obvious. The growing strength of his grip on his wine cup as he sets it down on the table speaks volumes in epic proportions.

“Are you hoping I'm worth all the trouble? After all, you did slaughter innocent women and children just to have me on this ship.” You've lost yourself in your own rant as his silence allows it, and you've got half the mind to stand up and shout at him.

“Well Captain? Or are you just-” Too lost in your rage, you hadn't had half the mind to notice that he's gripped your wrist and hauled you out of your seat to drag you to wherever he pleases.

“What are you- Let go!” You feel like a kid again, like you've gone and done something atrocious and you're being brought back to obedience, but this is so much worse.

Leon then tosses you onto his bed, leaving you yelping out in surprise. “Fucking stupid bitch.” It's a growl, or one akin to it as he starts to rip the expensive fabric off your body.

“No- stop-” You scream it, panic racking through you like no other. “Please- get off me-” Your hands are too feeble to impede him, but instead the dress seems to be forever testing his patience.

“Shut it.” Leon pulls you in a way where you face him, and he backhands you like he did before, although you swear you can taste a metallic liquid in your mouth from it. “Another sound and I'll cut your tongue out.”

The words instil a sense of foreboding in you, and you immediately listen and still all movements you'd made, as if you were a doll.

Leon sighs, one mixed with relief, and you'd want to say a hint of sorrow lurked in there too, but you're not sure. His hands mercilessly rip the fabric that covered your body.

To no avail, you try to silently cover yourself, especially when you were stripped to your undergarments, and only then were they modestly stripped off of you.

Your hands covered your breasts and lower area respectively, and there was a moment where Leon just stared at you, watching as you shuffled away from him on the bed.

“Don't cover yourself from me, princess.” Muttered under his breath, but his message was as clear as day. “You had no problem running your mouth earlier, no?”

Your eyes narrow at him, but you don't say a word, especially when his hands drift to his trousers, undoing the straps that held them up to pull his cock out.

Watching his every move like you were prey was an unnerving feeling to you, but you don't get long to relish in it as he grabs your ankle and yanks you so your lower body reaches the edge of the bed.

“I liked it more when you put up a fight.” Hands spread your closed legs with a roughness that makes you jolt.

You clench around nothing but the air as he stares at your pussy, and your feeble attempt to cover yourself out of sheer embarrassment certainly doesn't get past the Captain, especially because he laughs at you.

“Got a cute pussy on you, my lady.” The words ignite a small part of you, one that allows slick to threaten to drip out of you as you get wetter from his rude words.

It starts to feel a little all too real as his cock slaps against your clit, and you shove a hand down to cover your cunt. “Don't- you can't-”

“I can and I will.” His words are like a flame, one that burns your will by the second. Maybe it's the inner rebellious nature in you willing to let this man have his way with you.

Premarital sex seemed like such a crime, especially when it's royalty, but with your family gone, it feels as if that title has been stripped from you. The only thing that stopped you from removing your hand was getting pregnant.

It didn't seem to matter all that much either way, as he forcibly removes your hand with a grumble. Before you even have a chance to stop in, he fully forces himself in you.

Pain clutches the corners of your brain as you almost screech. Tears corner your eyes, a stinging sensation brewing there as his cock gently rests in you, like it belongs there.

“Oh gods-” The pain is something you're not used to, one that leaves you panicking, one that makes you clench around him as blood pours from the tear he's made. “No- ow-”

A lengthy groan escapes him, one that makes him cage you in between his arms as he starts to fuck into you, no longer caring at all about how much you've adjusted, he just craves the pleasure you denied him moments ago.

“No- hurts- shit-” Those tears that threatened to spill moments ago finally ball down your cheeks as his tip brushes your cervix, the blood making it much easier for him to thrust in and out of you.

Continuing to sporadically clench around him due to the pain, he groans here and there, head down to watch his cock entering and leaving you. “Shit- still so tight even after I make you bleed.”

Cries similar to painful whimpers and sobs leave your throat. You feel as if you're having an out of body experience with the pain, as well as the fact that you don't sound like yourself.

You're not supposed to sound so weak.

“Cute noises princess, keep ‘em comin’.” Is breathlessly added as Leon now presses his face in the crook of your neck, placing kisses and almost teeth.

Seems as if he wishes to leave no marks to your buyer, although the tear may be obvious.

A clapping sound rings out in the cabin as he forces his way into you continuously, and you wonder how he feels any pleasure at all, as you know you feel none.

His cock hits you in that sweet spot, but all you feel is a sense of longing for someone, like your mother, to come hug you and save you.

But all you have is this Captain, and your life, not your dignity or pride along with it.

“Hope you don't get pregnant, my lady.” A mocking tone, but the fear is still there. Abortion is a painful thing if so. He leans away from your neck, and that smirk on his face is nothing you'd wish to not wipe away from his face.

Thrusting in you with a now new abandon, you can finally feel licks of pleasure overtaking the pain, and for once, you aren't crying out in pain, but in something far better.

“Knew you were a dirty whore.” A mutter, but it spurs on that pleasure that you feel raging inside you like a storm. “No better than a bitch in a brothel.”

“No- haven't-” Quick to protest, but of course it dies on your lips, not when you're so close to the edge.

Thankfully, you reach it. Your whole body convulses, twitching around his cock as he not long after spills into you without a care in the world.

A few more gentle thrusts, and he finally pulls out and rests his softening and bloodied cock on your stomach, and you have half the mind to be sick.

A breathy laugh escapes Leon's lips, and a grin on his face tells nothing to you. “Well- at least that answers the question of whether you were a virgin or not.”

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