~ Replaced by a plushie?: -drabble- -fluff- Your giant otter plushie has arrived…Neuvillette is not impressed (gn! reader)
♡ Wriothesley
~ Sweet cheeks! Not the butt cheeks!: -drabble- -fluff- You win a bet now you're sitting on a half-naked Wriothesley sticker book on hand. (gn! reader)
♡ Zhongli
~ You find me attractive when I'm jealous?: -oneshot- -smidge of yandere theme- You were away for a while...Zhongli is missing you so badly and is marinating in his dark thoughts... (gn!, male reader)
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》》 Jujutsu Kaisen 》》
Sorcerers
♡ Gojo Satoru
~ There's a thief among us: -flash fic- -comedy- Half of your closet has been missing…who could it possibly be? (gn!, male! reader)
Cursed Spirits
♡ Sukuna Ryomen
~ Ever imagine having children with me?: -flash fic- -fluff- You want to raise little rascals that look like Sukuna (fem! reader)
~ A glimpse of what was: ~oneshot~ Visions of the past seemed to haunt you more than usual today... (fem! reader) (inspired by Ever imagine having children with me?)
》》 Resident Evil 》》
♡ Leon S. Kennedy Dedicated Masterlist
~ I moved the links guys, the list was getting too long, sorry!
Hello Hello! I'm back! Few brain cells are gone but who's counting? A year older too! Say happy birthday or I'll cry.
It feels so good browsing tumblr with no looming test ready to pounce and smack me in the head TT
I'm cooking up sum Leon fics so buckle up! They're still being put together but I want to put out something to signal my return HAHA
I'm writing them as inspiration hits so some might be put in the back so if ya'll feeling strongly towards a particular one do tell me! (dw I wont stop working on the requested ones!)
FIC TEASERS YA'LL
❥ I Desire Everything!
RE4 Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader (Who has the characteristics similar to Ryusui Nanami of Dr. Stone!) [dw you don't need to know about Dr. Stone to enjoy the fic]
“What are you exactly smiling about?”
You point dramatically toward the horizon and snap your finger.
“The possibilities!”
There was a slight pause as Leon waited for a possible explanation from you, but none came.
You kept smiling.
Sensing he wasn't buying it you continued.
“The world is huge!” You spread your arms to emphasise your point. “There are mountains I haven’t climbed. Oceans I haven't crossed. Food I haven't eaten. Cities I haven't visited!”
You grinned at him.
“And money I haven't made.” You snapped your fingers once more.
“There it is.”
“Indeed!” You nodded proudly.
❥ Wrestling with Ikea instructions
RE9 Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader
You placed the tray on top of the also newly built drawer for the room. Silently watching as your husband tries to decipher the words—pictures—on the cradle’s manual.
“You’re burning holes in that booklet Leon.” You chastised, crouching down to place a gentle hand on his hunched back.
Leon grunted, “I swear assembling a damned cradle wasn’t this hard before.”
You took a peak at the booklet, it was all pictures and no text to explain the procedure. “Maybe it’s time to take a little breather then come back with a set of new eyes, yes?”
He looked up to you, finally putting down the booklet. “Right…any more time with it and I might actually burn it.”
“We can’t have you burning our daughter’s house down, now can we?” You chuckled, kissing the crown of his hair, taking his hand before slowly raising up. He stood up with you, and to your amusement there was an apparent popping of his joints.
❥ Smoke and Mirrors
RE4 Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (whose characteristics are similar to Gen Asagari from Dr. Stone) [I’M SORRY DR.STONE BECAME MY ADDICTION DURING EXAMS]
The first thing that caught Leon's attention about you is your smile.
It was neither warm nor inviting, matter of fact it was because they never reached your eyes.
You smile like a magician.
A magician revealing a card they already forced into someone's hand.
“You don't trust me,” you say casually, leaning against the wall of the safehouse kitchen while he checks the ammo in his pistol.
Leon glances up. “Should I?”
“You're smart, are you not?” You grinned.
Well…at least you're honest.
❥ Requested:
❥ Shameless ogling
RE9 Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
Leon sat on the edge of the cluttered bathroom counter, your skincare products practically fighting for space around him. Bottles, serums, moisturizers—half of them he still couldn't pronounce. His arms rested loosely crossed across his bare chest, skin covered in shaving foam. Watching you like he was already questioning every life choices that lead up to this exact moment.
You stood between his knees gripping the razor like it was a mighty weapon. Brows furrowed. Tongue peeking out. Looking less like someone about to shave his chest and more like a surgeon preparing to perform a life saving surgery on him.
“You gonna start…or are you just gonna to stare all day?” Leon muttered.
Which, honestly, was a tempting offer.
You certainly wouldn't be opposed to staring at your spouse's pecs all day.
That's all for now! As you can see I'm working on a few already >-< Right after exams too AHAHAHA
I might be starting to write fics for Dr. Stone characters once I release a few Leon fics so uhm hopefully ya'll wont mind too much AHAHAHA
Sorry for being M.I.A. Wahhhh I don’t want to but I have too TT I’m currently trying to lock in for Finals week 🪦🪦🪦 I’m dyinggggg
Another apologies for the pending requests I’ve yet to get done! I will be resuming making them once I’m finished with uni 😖😖😖 for now requests will be closed til further notice 🥺🥺🥺
I will be going on a bit of a hiatus for at least two weeks or so…TT I don’t want to but I have no time to write out fanfics rn wahhhhhh it pains my soul 😭😭😭
See you guys when I’m free from the shackles of exams 😭😭😭
Continuation of this Requested fic > Apparently not so dead anymore
summary: A routine grocery trip turns into a lunch date with Leon—the man you thought was long dead. Before you can even process it, your daughter, Raye, inserts herself into the situation with zero hesitation, dragging Leon into her world.
incl.: single parent! reader, Leon bonding with his daughter for the first time, light humor, domestic fluff, hints of angst.
pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Single Parent! Reader
note/s: Ray of sunshine get it? Huefiwebhvi
Oh no I kinda want to continue this…somebody say yes...maybe no oh who knows wahhh
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Leon's last word barely settles before Raye—your daughter—decides she's done waiting.
“I'm Raye, but momma calls me Sunny!” She steps closer, her little steps were confident and completely unbothered by the tension hanging between you and Leon. “You look like you fight zombies.”
You choke. As of recently, she'd been watching zombie movies with you. Most of the characters in them do bear some resemblance to Leon.
Leon was a bit taken aback by the bold statement. “...That's a very specific guess.”
She shrugs, like it's obvious. “You have the face.”
You press your fingers to your temple. “Sunny—”
“What?” She looks up to you, then back at him. “He does.”
Leon huffs, surprised by your daughter's sass. “I'm not sure if I should be offended.”
“You shouldn't, “ she says matter-of-factly. “It's cool.”
Then she squints at him again. “How do you know my momma?”
You stiffen. Oh boy right for the kill huh? Yep, that's your daughter.
Leon glances at you, seemingly asking what his response should be.
You stopped working for a moment.
You open your mouth—nothing comes out. Because where do you even start?
Honey, we were in love?
He's your father.
And I thought he died?
“Old friends,” you manage to blurt out.
“That's suspicious.” Raye narrows her eyes. “That's weird.”
You mock offense at the attitude.
Leon coughs into his hand, clearly trying not to laugh.
You shoot him a look. He's definitely the father.
He looks away immediately. “Sorry.”
And with that your grocery trip continues. But now Raye has decided Leon is her personal project for today. Which means, he doesn't get space.
At all.
“Do you like candy?” She asks, walking backwards in front of him as you push your cart.
“Sometimes.”
“Wrong answer.” She crossed her arms into an X. “You're supposed to say yes.”
He glances at you, pointing at the little girl.
You shrug, amused by the entertainment unravelling in front of you. Good luck.
“....yes,” he corrects himself.
She nods, satisfied. “That's better.”
Raye stopped for a moment, looking like she was deliberating something. You both stopped with her and waited for what's next.
She walked up to him. “Can you carry me?”
You nearly trip over your stationary cart.
“Sunny—no, he's—”
“I can,” Leon says at the same time.
You both pause.
Look at each other and have a silent conversation.
“....if that's okay…” He adds.
You hesitate and make the mistake of looking at your daughter's pleading eyes. The one thing you're very weak for.
In the end you nodded. “Okay fine…”
Leon shot you a smile before crouching slightly, unsure for a half a second.
Raye doesn't give him time to second think about his decision. She climbed onto him like she's known him forever.
Wrapping an arm around his neck, immediately made herself comfortable in his arms.
Leon stills completely.
Like his entire system just short-circuited.
He looked absolutely comical, he looked like a spooked fish.
“You good there?” You ask, trying to keep yourself from smiling too widely.
He swallows, blinking a few times before answering you. “...yeah.”
He moved his arm awkwardly, a little hesitant to adjust the little lady in his arm.
You took pity at the man and helped him adjust her so she could sit more comfortably.
“There you go.”
At the checkout, she's playing with the zipper of his jacket.
“You're warm,” she said out of the blue.
Leon exhales softly. “Is that good?”
“Yeah,” she says. “Can we eat together after this?”
You paused while loading the counter with your groceries.
“Uh…that would depend on Leon, sweetie.” You said, looking at Leon for confirmation.
“If it's alright with you?” He said, helping out with the things in your cart, although he was still carrying Raye with one arm.
You nodded. “Sure.”
Raye beamed with joy. “Yay!”
The restaurant you ended up in was casual—warm lighting, low hum of conversations, plated clinking softly somewhere in the background. The kind of place that hands kids crayons and activity sheets as the adults were handed the menu.
Raye is already halfway out of Leon's arms the second the hostess leads you to the table.
“I can walk now.” She declared, suddenly full of energy again.
She skipped towards the hostess where she was leading you to a free table.
The moment you all were sat, a server drops off a kid's menu and activity sheet along with a small bundle of crayons to Raye.
She gasps like she'd been handed gold. “OoOOoh, yes yes.”
Raye immediately spreads the sheets across the table, the crayons scattering as she dumps them out. Grabbing a random one without a second thought and circling something with full confidence—wheter is'ts right or not is another question entirely.
Across from you, Leon pulls his chair out a little slower, like he's adjusting to the reality of this—of you, and of her. Sitting at a table with you two now feels far too normal amongst everything he was going through.
When he finally sits, there's a small pause, the kind that stretches just enough to remind you that neither of you really knows how to do this anymore.
Once upon a time you may have danced into a familiar beat but years have passed since then. You and him have grown out of the once familiar song.
Mayhaps it's prime time to get to know each other once more?
“...so,” he says, tone far too awkward for him.
You almost let out a laugh, shaking your head slightly at the display. “Are you always this bad at starting conversations?”
One corner of his mouth lifts faintly. “Only when I don’t know what I'm allowed to say.”
That made you pause, your eyes drifting away from the menu in front of you.
“Feel free to talk,” you reply, quieter now. “Just don't…disappear in the middle of them.”
His expression shifts. You're not going to lie that was a bit of a low blow but oh well.
“I'm not planning to.”
“You didn't plan to last time either.”
“I didn't,” he admits. “But I still did.”
The honesty sits heavier than any excuse would have.
You tap your fingers lightly against the edge of the table. “You don't get to come back and expect it to be easy.”
“I don't,” he agrees.
“And you don't get to decide what role you have here.”
“I'm not trying to,” he says quickly. Then, softer—“I just want one.”
You don't answer right away but you didn't need to because of Raye.
She sighed really loudly, kicking her feet for added flare.
“Is the serious talk done now?” She balanced crayon between her lip and nose. “Can we order now?”
You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief at your spawn. “Okay okay, serious talk over.”
“Yay! I'm starving momma.” Raye patted her tummy to make her point known.
Leon huffs quietly under his breath, the sound almost a laugh. You catch it.
He was watching her, taking her in like he’s trying to memorize everything at once.
“What do you usually get?” he asks, glancing at you but clearly meaning her.
Raye answers before you can.
“Chicken. And fish. And hamburgers. And fries. And some juice. Oh! And some ice cream!”
You raise a brow at the list. “You're not getting all of that today, honey.”
“Yes I am.”
“No can do little missy.”
Leon clears his throat lightly, like he’s stepping into unfamiliar territory. “…Compromise?
You look at him, and he looks back at you.
You can tell he was half-unsure—but at least he's trying. Although, based on experience, you know he needs to be more firm. There's one thing people seem to misunderstand with children: They’re a lot more observant than you think. They can smell fear—and most importantly right now, they can sense uncertainty.
Raye tilted her head in confusion, the word being new to her.
“Compromise?” She tried to mimic the way Leon said it, although her toddler tongue didn't fully enunciate it well.
“Yeah, it’s when people find a solution, they might need to give something up so everyone is happy.” Leon tried to explain the confusing word so her little brain could understand. “We can't order everything you listed down, so as a compromise you need to pick three of those foods for now.”
Raye gasps like she'd been personally wronged. “Only three?!”
“Yes, Leon’s right. Only three, Sunny.” You press your lips together to keep from laughing.
Raye pouted before grumbling something under her breath.
“What is dear?” You asked the little one.
“Does—Does dessert count?” She asked in a small voice.
“Yes it does.” You chuckled. “Your tummy can't fit all of that, dear.”
She looked up to you, but once she caught on that you were not budging she instead made Leon experience the power of her puppy eyes. “Leonnnn…”
Leon was rightfully taken aback by the display. You almost had to intervene when it felt like he was about to crack but he briefly looked away. Then looked back at her again but this time with a stern look. “That’s also a no from me, little missy.”
Raye huffs and crosses her arms. “Oh okay…”
Leon looked like he was about to break. “We'll see about dessert okay?”
Oh boy.
That wasn't a complete no like before.
Raye beamed, nodding her head.
“Okay!”
You raise an eyebrow at Leon before whispering. “She already has you wrapped around her finger.”
halloooo :)) if it interests you, could i maybe request leon x reader fluff and slight angst where reader was the ex in re2? mc thought leon died but later saw him again a couple years later and they're shook to see leon alive and older. maybe they saw each other at a bar, during grocery shopping or hell- maybe during a mission/outbreak lolol. basically just exes reuniting and rekindling their love, maybe leon also finds out he had a kid with her for extra angst👀👀 but up to you ofc!! (feel free to change it up if you want!!) thank you so much💕💕💕
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Ohm mah gahhh I have such as MASSIVE soft spot for RE2 Leon TT BUT! I wrote the fic and it’s like a mash up between RE2 and RE4 Leon so like an inbetween type sh.
I got so inspired I might just make a part two if people want to!
summary: You were going through your list of groceries when suddenly the dead came back to life? Ah…well someone you thought long dead was standing a few feet from you.
pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader
incl.: past established relationship, emotional reunion, surprise child, set in between re2 and re4, Leon's in a sorta transition phasenot quite re4 but also not quite re2
note/s: I might make a part 2? Maybe if ya’ll want it ahaha Enjoy!
Continuation > Is The Serious Talk Done?
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You were restocking your kitchen today.
Eggs, milk, juice, vegetables—the usual.
So tell me why, when your eyes strayed away from the greens of the lettuce, you saw someone so familiar?
No—let me rephrase that.
Why are you seeing someone who is supposed to be dead?
You didn’t put it together at first. It was just a glance—someone vaguely familiar in a sea of strangers.
You had to look again, and even then, it didn't make sense. Because he’s supposed to be dead.
Dead, just like everything else that was left behind in Raccoon City.
The grocery store felt too normal for something like this to happen.
Too bright under the fluorescent lights. Too full of people minding their own business, comparing prices, and picking out produce.
Most of all—too…ordinary.
And yet—when he finally turned his head, his face fully coming into view, then it clicked.
The man standing a few feet away from you was your ex-boyfriend.
Your dead ex-boyfriend.
Well…apparently not so dead anymore, Leon S. Kennedy.
He looked older.
The baby fat in his face had long since disappeared, his features sharper. His hair was a little longer, a little lighter. His build is broader—stronger—than the last time you saw him.
Different, yes, but still unmistakably him.
Your fingers went numb around the handle of your cart.
This—this couldn’t be right.
The dead don’t just show up in grocery stores…right?
They don’t stand in aisle five, reading the back of a cereal box like nothing ever happened.
The supposedly dead man finally looked up.
And immediately froze.
His eyes widened slightly, like recognition had come barging in.
Your name slipped from his lips at the exact same time his slipped from yours.
Everything else seemed to fade into white noise.
Gone was the chatter. The squeaky wheels of the carts. The hum of the lights overhead.
All you could see was him.
Your body moved before your mind could catch up—some instinct you didn’t even know you had kicking in.
You closed the distance and wrapped your arms around him.
Tightly.
Like if you didn’t, he might disappear again.
It took him a second to process it and another to respond. But when he did, his arms came around you just as firmly.
You sniffled, and just like that, you were thrown back in time.
Because he still smelled the same.
Goodness, he still smelled like cedarwood.
“Oh, my god…” You breathed, pressing your face into his shoulder. “It really is you.”
For a split second, relief washed over you. Warm and a bit overwhelming.
Alive and breathing
He’s alive—reality followed right behind it.
A spark of anger lit inside you, and the next thing you knew, your palm came in contact with his cheek.
Smack
The sound was sharp against his cheek.
“I thought you were dead!”
The words that came out harsher, laced with something raw, something that had been sitting in your chest for years with nowhere to go.
And another one on the other side, for prosperity and maybe because you were still in disbelief by his presence.
Smack
Leon didn’t flinch away.
Didn't raise a hand to his face.
“That I deserve,” he said quietly.
That didn’t make you feel better. It instead made everything worse.
Your vision blurred as tears were threatening to spill over.
“I told you not to go,” you choked out, your grip tightening weakly on his shirt. “You went anyway.”
His jaw tensed, something flickering across his face—regret, maybe.
“I had to,” he said, voice low. “It was my first day. I didn't think—”
“Yeah,” you cut in, voice wavering. “You didn't think.”
A shaky breath left you, uneven and sharp.
“I waited,” you admitted, your hands loosening slightly. “For weeks. Months. I kept thinking maybe—maybe you got out somehow. That you'd show up, explain everything like it was nothing.”
Leon didn't interrupt; he just stood there, holding onto you like he, too, wasn't planning to let go anytime soon.
“No call. No confirmation. Just… nothing.” Your voice cracked. “Oh my god, I buried you.”
That seemed to hit him harder than anything else.
You felt it—in the way his arms tightened just slightly around you.
“…I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
Your hands shook as you gripped his shirt like you needed the proof that he was real.
“I mourned you…” You sniffled.
There was a short pause, like he was carefully choosing the right words.
“...After Raccoon City,” Leon started, his voice low, almost hesitant, “I didn’t exactly get a choice in what happened next.”
You frowned slightly, your grip loosening. “What does that mean?”
He exhaled slowly.
“The government stepped in…took the survivors, me and a little girl.” His gaze drifted for a second before settling back on you. “They didn’t want anything getting out, especially the details.”
Your chest tightens, thinking of the grief you went through those days after the news of what happened to Raccoon City reached you.
“So you just—what? Disappeared?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “They wiped me off the grid. I couldn’t contact anyone, even if I wanted to.”
Your brows furrowed.
“And you didn’t think to try?”
“I did,” he said quickly—too quickly. “More than once.”
That made you pause.
“But every time…” He shook his head slightly. “It wasn’t just me on the line anymore. They made that very clear.”
Silence stretched between you as you tried to make some sense of what he was telling you. It was obvious he wasn’t telling you all the details, presumably confidential information.
Your chest still ached, though—dull and persistent.
“…You look different,” you said after a moment of deliberation, your voice quieter now.
One corner of his mouth lifted faintly. “You too.”
A weak huff left you.
“Wow. That’s what you’re going with?”
He exhaled softly, something almost like a tired smile flickering through.
“I can try again if you want.”
“Please don’t.”
That earned the smallest hint of a real smile from him.
And there it was…the old him resurfacing through the cracks.
Though a bit older. Worn down in ways you couldn’t quite name yet.
You were about to say something, but you were stopped by a small tug at your pants. Then a little voice. “Mommy?”
You both instinctively parted. Your attention then went down, towards the little girl attached to your leg, holding onto a pack of marshmallows.
She blinked up to you and then to the man with you, curious as to why you were in his arms just a few moments ago.
“Who's that?”
The question landed heavier in comparison to her sweet little voice.
Leon's attention followed yours. The moment he saw her, he went very still.
She has your hair, but the moment he saw her big blue eyes, questions plagued his mind.
“…Hey,” he said, softer now, crouching down slightly so he wasn’t towering over her. “Hi.”
She blinked at him again, head tilting just a little.
Your stomach dropped—she was studying him the same way you used to.
Leon glanced up at you briefly, something uncertain flickering across his face.
“...I take it, she's yours?” He asked.
Your throat felt tight again.
“...yeah,” you answered.
He nodded once—slowly, like the cogs were working double time in his head.
“...how old?”
You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. “Four.”
Something in his expression cracked open just enough for you to notice.
Because you knew him.
Or you used to.
“…Four,” he repeated quietly.
His gaze drifted back to her.
Then to you.
Then back again.
And you could practically hear the math clicking into place.
“…Is she—”
“She’s yours.”
You didn’t let him finish.
You couldn’t.
If you did, you might not say it at all.
Leon just stared at you for a second, like he hadn’t quite caught up.
“…Mine,” he echoed.
Your daughter looked between the two of you, clearly picking up on the shift in tone, even if she didn’t understand it.
“…Mommy?”
You forced yourself to steady, your daughter's watching can't have her seeing her mom breaking.
“It’s okay, baby,” you said softly, reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder.
Something in his expression softened in a way you hadn’t seen before.
“…Hey,” he said gently. “I’m Leon.”
She blinked.
“…Do I know you?”
His gaze flickered up to yours again—just for a second.
Then back to her.
“…Not yet,” he said, a small, almost hesitant smile forming. “But… I’d like to.”
So I was wondering… any chance you could write a shy!readerxre4/re9 Leon?
Premise:
Reader is seriously shy that she stutters when nervous and gets easily overwhelmed enter Leon and he’s the first person that makes her feel safe enough to talk normally and he is very protective of reader. There’s a new guy that joins the D.S.O and doesn’t understand that reader doesn’t like him getting in her space and forcing her into conversations so Leon saves the day? 🧸
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First, thanks for sending in a request!
Second, eiieieieie this really hits close to home since I’m more of an introvert hehehehe don’t let my fics fool ya! I WILL run and hide in the corner 😭😭😭
All thanks to the action hero extravaganza : Leon S. Kennedy
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pairing: Leon Kennedy x shy! Reader
warning/s: social anxiety portrayal, mild distress in social situations, unwanted proximity/pressure from a third party, protective behavior
note/s: Ahhhhhh Enjoy! (request open!)
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Leon notices it before anyone else does.
It isn’t the stutter—no, that part is obvious enough if someone actually bothered to pay attention.
It’s everything else.
From the way your shoulders tense every time someone looks your way during a conversation. How your fingers curl into your sleeves like you’re bracing for impact. To the way your voice starts out steady, only to thin out and trail off the longer you speak, like the words are quietly abandoning you mid-sentence.
It’s subtle.
Easy to miss.
But not for him, no, no.
He doesn’t point it out.
Of course he doesn’t—this is Leon we’re talking about. Subtlety isn’t always his strong suit, but somehow, with you, he manages.
He just… adjusts himself around you, like it's second nature.
His voice softens when he talks to you—not by much, just enough that you notice the difference. He gives you space when you need it, but never enough that you feel like you’ve been left behind.
When conversations start moving too fast, he slows them down in ways that don’t draw attention—redirecting things just enough to give you an opening.
And when you take it, when you manage to get your words out, he listens.
You were pleasantly surprised with how well he listens at times.
“Hey,” he says one afternoon, leaning against your desk like he’s been there the whole time. His voice is quieter than usual, meant only for you. “You did good in that briefing.”
You blink at him, caught off guard by the welcomed intrusion. “I—I didn’t really…”
“Yeah, you did.” There’s a small smile tugging at his lips. “You caught something the rest of us missed.”
You stare at him for a second. Hesitant, briefly wondering if this is a trap.
It’s not. It’s Leon. He doesn’t do traps. He falls into them.
“T-thank you,” you manage, softer than you meant.
He gives a small nod, like that settles it.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he adds, pushing off your desk. “You’re better than you think.”
And then he’s gone, like he didn’t just say something that sticks with you longer than it should.
You hate how easy he makes it sound.
After that, it turns into something unspoken.
A routine.
He doesn’t hover—he’s too careful for that—but he’s always within reach. Close enough that you don’t have to look for him, but not so close that it feels obvious.
During briefings, he somehow ends up within your line of sight every time. When conversations get crowded, his voice naturally cuts in—not overpowering, just enough to keep things from overwhelming you.
It’s subtle.
You pretend not to notice…but you do.
Sometimes, when things get a little too loud, he’ll slide a cup of your favorite drink toward you like he just happened to grab an extra.
You’ve tested this.
He did not grab an extra.
You don’t call him out on it.
Mostly because you like it.
And slowly—so slowly it almost feels accidental—you stop tripping over every word when you’re around him.
Sentences come out easier. Thoughts don’t feel as fragile.
You laugh once—really laugh—before you can stop yourself, immediately covering your face out of pure instinct.
Your cheeks blooming a shade of pink.
Leon pauses mid-sentence.
The look on his face is almost startled, like he didn’t realize how much he wanted to hear that.
“See?” he murmurs, quieter now. “Knew you had it in you.”
You lower your hands just enough to glare at him.
“I always had it in me,” you mumble.
He huffs out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, yeah.”
You narrow your eyes at him.
He doesn’t even try to hide the hint of amusement.
Then…the new guy shows up. The fire nation to your peaceful little bubble.
He was a transfer.
Confident in a way that feels loud even when he’s not talking, like he’s constantly taking up more space than necessary.
At first, you try to be polite.
But he stands too close. Talks too fast. Doesn’t give you time to catch up, let alone respond. He doesn’t notice how your answers get shorter, thinner, or how your hands start to shake the longer that he stays in your space.
“C’mon, you don’t have to be so quiet all the time,” he says one day, leaning over your desk, some of your things being pushed aside—like the space belongs to him. “We’re teammates, right? You can loosen up a bit.”
“I—I’m—” Your throat tightens, the words catching before they can form properly. “I just—”
He laughs.
Like it’s nothing.
Like you’re overreacting.
“Relax, I’m just talking to you.”
You consider, briefly, passing away on the spot. Maybe even digging your own grave while you're at it. At this point it feels like a viable option.
The space feels too small. Too loud. Too much.
Your chest tightens, breath catching somewhere it shouldn’t—
“Hey.”
Leon’s voice cuts in, calm but firm, with just enough weight behind it to make the room pay attention.
The new guy straightens slightly. “What?”
Leon steps in beside you, close enough that the shift in space is immediate.
“Give her some room,” he says, tone easy—but not optional.
“I was just—”
“I know.” Leon cuts him off, not sharp, but firm enough to stop him anyway. His gaze doesn’t waver. “You’re crowding her.”
There’s a brief stretch of silence.
The kind where you can hear your own pulse, feel your fingers tightening against the desk. But then Leon shifts slightly, his arm brushing yours.
The action was barely noticable.
But it steadies you.
You resist the urge to grab onto his sleeve like a lifeline.
You have some dignity.
The new guy scoffs, mutters something under his breath, and eventually backs off.
And just like that…you can breathe again. All thanks to the action hero extravaganza that is Leon S. Kennedy.
Leon glances down at you after a moment.
“You good?” he asks, voice lower now.
You nod too quickly, then stop, forcing yourself to take a breath before trying again.
“I think so.”
He watches you for a second longer than nececours—noting how your voice wobbled slightly.
“Alright.” His tone softens just a bit. “You don’t have to deal with that, you know.”
“I k-know.” You hesitate, fingers twisting around your bracelet. “I just… I don’t always—”
“—get the words out?” he finishes.
You nod, a little sheepish.
Leon exhales quietly, then shifts so he’s not towering over you.
Less intimidating.
As if he was ever intimidating to begin with—to you that is.
“Then you don’t have to,” he says. “Not if you don’t want to.”
Your brows knit. “…what?”
He shrugs, like it’s obvious.
“If someone’s making you uncomfortable,” he continues, like it’s obvious, “you don’t have to explain yourself.”
“Just look at me.” His gaze meets yours—steady, certain. “I’ll handle it.”
Your chest tightens—not like before. Something warmer settles in its place.
You glance at him, then away, then back again.
“…okay,” you say softly.
He gives a small nod. “Yeah. Okay.”
Later, when things have quieted down and most of the office has cleared out, you find yourself drifting back to him.
Standing next to him, you don’t feel like you’re shrinking.
Which is new.
Nice…
A little suspicious, even.
“…Leon?”
He glances over. “Yeah?”
You hesitate—but only for a second this time.
“Thank you. For earlier.”
He studies you briefly, like he’s thinking something over.
Then he shakes his head lightly.
“Anytime.”
You look at him for a second longer than necessary.
“…you’re kind of nice, you know.”
He snorts. “Don’t let that get around.”
You huff quietly. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Good,” he says. “I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
“What reputation?” You glance at him again, unimpressed. “Brooding government agent?”
“Careful,” he says, glancing at you. “You’re getting bold.”
This Face Is My Property, I Can Do Whatever With It.
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summary: Leon isn’t used to slow mornings. Not anymore. But lying beside you, with nothing but sunlight and silence, he almost forgets the world waiting outside—until it reminds him exactly who he is.
incl.: established relationship, morning domestic bliss, banter, shaving
pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x gn! Reader
note/s: Wrote this while waiting for my prof wheueheieieie. (request open!)
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The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the sheets and a sliver onto your face. Even though the sun was greeting you already, you were too tired to greet it back, peacefully dozing like you had all the time in the world.
Leon was already awake. He should've been having a shut eye too–goodness knows he needed it—but instead, he was content just watching you. Like a weirdo.
He was taking in the rare stillness. Missions didn't leave much room for mornings like this.
His fingers slowed in your hair, eventually drifting down on your arm, tracing absent patterns along your skin like he was committing them to memory.
He stayed just like that for a moment longer, settling further into the pillows with you. Beside you was warm, the illusion that nothing was waiting for him beyond the four corners of this room.
It stayed just as so—up until his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Loud and sharp, ruining the soft bubble encasing the two of you.
Leon’s expression darkened immediately, his eyes snapping toward his side of the nightstand shooting the offending device a nasty glare sharp enough to kill.
“You've got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, reaching over for it before it could wake you.
The message says: Debrief in an hour. Don't be late. - Hunnigan
His jaw tightened. Of course.
He exhaled through his nose, settling the phone back down with more restraint than he felt. For a second, he considered ignoring it.
Then he glanced at you.
Still asleep, so peacefully unaware.
With a heavy sigh, he gently disentangled himself from you, sliding out of bed with practiced stealth. Years of fieldwork made it easy.
He paused at the edge of the bed, taking in the sight of you. Something in his expression softened.
He leaned down, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch feather-light.
“Lucky,” he murmured, barely audible, “you sleep through everything.”
The faintest ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Leon moved through the room with practiced efficiency, his footsteps so light they barely registered against the floorboards as he made his way to the bathroom.
You finally woke up to the sunlight reflecting off the window. You began to lazily stretch your limbs rubbing yourself against the sheets until you fully woken up. You sit up, frowning, once you notice something was missing.
Him.
The faint sound of the shower shutting off pulled your attention toward the bathroom.
Target located.
Still more than half-asleep, you took your time dragging yourself out of bed and shuffling toward the noise.
You didn't bother knocking–you were way past such courtesies.
Leon stood at the sink, fresh out from the shower, a towel slung low around his waist. Water still stubbornly clinging to his hair and skin, trailing down his shoulders and chest. One hand held a razor, the other steady against the counter, his jaw half-covered in shaving foam.
He glanced at you through the mirror.
“Morning,” he said, voice rough with sleep.
“Why are you up so early?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes to rid of any lingering sleep as you stepped closer.
Before he could answer you wordlessly took the razor from his hand so you could shave him instead.
Leon raised an eyebrow but didn't protest
“Got called in, debrief.” He said, tilting his head back slightly to give you better access. “Although, I woke up earlier ‘cause someone kept stealing the blanket.”
There was no real bite to it—just the usual dry humor. He leaned into your touch as you carefully dragged the razor along his jawline.
“Oh? Sorry about that." Your voice had no ounce of sorry in them as you continued to focus on the task at hand.
“Mm…sure.” His hands, settled loosely at your waist, steadying you more than anything else. He watched you in the mirror—your concentration, the slight furrow in your brow. “Careful with the face, its government property.”
You huffed softly. “This face is my property, I can do whatever with it.”
“Yeah?” Leon raised an eyebrow, amusement slipping through his tone. He shifted just enough to give you access to the other side of his jaw, eyes flicking down to you.
“Didn't realize I signed anything.” He watched as you concentrated on your task, silently enjoying the way your hand expertly navigated his face.
“Didn't need to.” You muttered, a bit too focused on trying to not nick his skin. “I picked you.”
Your words hit him unexpectedly, it didn't show much—barely a hitch—but you felt it. The way his hands stilled for half a second at your waist.
His gaze softened, just a fraction. A genuine, almost tender smile touched his lips.
“Huh,” he exhaled quietly.
You finished up, stepping back slightly. “You can clean your face now.”
Leon took the towel, wiping the remaining foam from his face before leaning back against the counter.
You stepped in, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head against his chest despite the lingering dampness.
His arms automatically slid around you.
“You're clingy in the morning.” He muttered, but he didn't let go. If anything, his grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer.
“I love you,” you mumbled into his skin, your voice muffled and soft.
For a second Leon froze.
Then he exhaled, slow and quiet, his hand coming up to thread through your hair—careful, almost like he was thinking about it too much. Like the words cost a lot.
“Yeah…me too.”
It was quiet for a few moments.
He pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head.
“Nuh-uh, say it properly.” You leaned away, pouting.
Leon sighed, already knowing he wasn't getting out of this.
“Seriously?”
You didn't budge one bit. You know what you want and you will get it.
“...fine.”
He glanced at you, then away again, jaw tightening slightly.
“I love you.” His voice lightly stiff, like those three words took all of him to say.
You smirked. “Louder.”
His eyes narrowed. “You're pushing it.”
You stared back at him, eyes challenging him in a silent show down.
A few seconds passed, Leon's eyes gave out first.
He broke the gaze, blinking at the mirror before he made a point to look at you again.
His ocean eyes staring into your unwavering ones.
“I love you.”
There was a second pause before a light smile painted its way to your lips, before it was unceremoniously broken when a sharp pinch was inflicted on your side.
“Happy now?”
“Tsk…fine fine, good enough.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away. “‘m going back to bed.”
“Yeah?” His arm wrapped around your waist before you could get far. “Not so fast.”
You barely had time to react before he lifted you effortlessly, like it you were a sack of potatoes.
“Leon, what the—-“
“You said you weee going back to bed,” he cut in, carrying you back toward the soft comfort of the bed. “I’m helping.”
“Oh…thanks?” you mumbled, already sinking into him—but then you caught a familiar whiff of fragrance on him. “Using my shampoo again?”
He snorted softly. “What, you got a problem with me smellin’ better than you?”
He set you down gently, climbing in beside you without hesitation and pulling you close.
“You like it,” he added, quieter this time.
“Use yours next time,” you murmured against his chest.
He huffed out a soft laugh, his hand already moving through your hair again.
“…Yeah. Alright.”
You don’t believe him but you dropped it in favor of nuzzling into him, relaxing against him almost instantly.
Leon pulled the covers over both of you, settling in properly this time. His chin rested lightly against your head, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles against your side.
“Get some sleep,” he muttered.
“I thought you had work?”
“Shh let me have this…just for a few more minutes.”
All your fics are so well done 🤭 i manage to read the leon ones for now but i love your story telling and set ups so much 🫶🏻
Awe that’s so sweet of you! 💗💗💗 I’m a bit flustered ahahaha I stopped writing for a long long while my older works don’t hold up well in comparison to my newer Leon fanfics 😅😅😅
incl.: established relationship, banter, sad puppy Leon, one terribly executed prank
pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
note/s: My first request! AHHH TT (there are some sweet people who have also submitted a request, I have read them dw! I'll be getting to them when I have another free time <3 Thank you so much! )
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It started off as a harmless experiment—who are we kidding? It started off as a joke.
But let's pretend it's scientific.
Leon has been calling you every nickname under the sun ever since you two got together. Sometimes they're meant to be a joke but most were sweet, and some stuck like ‘Darling’ or ‘Baby’. That also can be said to you, you've been giving your lovely boyfriend ridiculous nicknames but at the end of the day you revert back to the tried and true ‘Baby’ and ‘Babe’.
That's how it's been for the two of you for a while now.
Naturally, you've concocted a little experiment.
Experiment 1: How long will Leon let you call him by his first name?
7 : 00 am
“Leon, can you pass me the salt.”
“Yeah, sure, babe.” He didn't even miss a beat and immediately reached for it. “Here you go."
You took the container, holding back your snicker.
Okay then, no reaction from him, you'll try again later.
8:00 am
Try again later you did.
“Leon, did you eat the last cookie?”
“No…?” He said, though his face looked a little guilty.
“Fine, can you pick some up after work then?”
He immediately nodded to your request. “Sure thing, babe.”
Though his reaction wasn't what you were expecting. So you’ll try again.
You kept at it til he needed to go.
Leon this. Leon that. Leon, can you see you were trying to pull a prank?
You kept using his government name up until you saw him off but nope, nadda, not a reaction from him.
Or so you had thought
You were finishing up cooking your dinner for today when you heard the apartment door opening. You quickly washed your hands and dried them before scuttling off to greet him at the door.
You stop mid-step when you see the distress that he was in.
Leon's uniform was wrinkled, his hair looked like a hurricane went through it. The light behind his eyes looked as if they went off and been off around hour six of his shift.
“Hey,” You called before resuming your steps towards him. “Rough day?”
“Mm,” he answered. The sound came off sounding like pure suffering.
He tried kicking off his shoes.
Missed.
Tried again.
Missed…again.
On the third sad attempt, he finally gave up and crouched down to remove them like a defeated man.
You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing at the poor soul in front of you.
You saw him losing a bit of his balance, “Careful, Leon.”
He froze.
He slowly—unebelievably slowly—looked up at you, uncertainty painted across his face.
“...yeah.” He said quietly, before getting up.
You prepared for a confrontation this time but what you didn't expect was to be pulled into a bone crushing hug.
You reciprocated the hug but not as tight as he was.
“...Leon?”
He nuzzled his head into your shoulder.
“Did I do something?” He asked quietly, barely above a whisper.
“I—what? Oh no baby.”
Leon didn't say anything for a few seconds only tightening his hold on you.
“You've been calling me Leon all day.”
Oh right you have been.
You forgot your experiment for a second there.
It seems you're finally seeing the product of your definitely scientific question.
“But that's your name, Leon.”
You heard a light whine from him.
Oh dear sweet summer child, your man is the cutest being. Why have you done this to him?
“Yeah…but not like that.” He pulled away from you, his eyes looking much like a kicked puppy. “You've been saying it like—like I ate the last slice of cake or something!”
You choked.
“You did though—but that's besides the point.” You held in your laughter.
“You haven't called me any nicknames since this morning…”
You stared at him and he continued to look at you.
This man…this grown man…looking at you like you have just revoked his emotional support privileges.
“...Leon.”
All five foot eleven of this man flinched.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, horror and amusement swirling in you.
Oh, this is bad.
“Oh no, no—listen,” you said quickly, placing a hand on his chest. “This is my fault—Entirely on me.”
He blinked at you, confused.
“...what?”
You caressed his chest, hoping your next few words lands softly—you doubt it.
“Baby…it was a prank.”
Leon blinked at you, confused by your words.
“A prank?”
“Yes.” A nervous smile on your face.
“It didn't feel like one.” He pouts. “This is just sad…”
“I'm so sorry, honey.” You slid your free hand on his face. “It was a terribly executed prank.”
“I really—really—thought you were mad at me.” Leon mumbled. “I had a terrible day on top of that…oh I even bought you cookies, so I can apologise for whatever it was that made you mad at me.”
“Oh baby, “ You cooed at your adorable man. “You brought cookies?”
“Yeah!” He raised his hand, he had been holding a bag filled with your favorite cookies. “I was preparing to beg for your forgiveness.”
You lost it, rudely laughing at his face.
He could only continue pouting but when he saw how happy you were his pout softened.
“I'm dating a sadist…”
You snorted. “I'm sorry, baby!”
“At least say it like you mean it…” He grumbled under his breath. “Never do that again.”
Hellooo, I have a little request idea for Leon ^-^
(RE2 Leon / comedy & fluff)
Reader loves to tease him (how he teases her sometimes). So she wanted to "spice" things up a little bit by calling him Leon instead of "Babe" or "Baby". At first, he did not really paid attention to it, but after a stressfull day at work (he is still a rookie though) he seeked some comfort from his girlfriend. By calling him by his name he feels like he gets scold for eating sweets before having dinner (never happened before *cough*). Poor guy looks like an abandoned puppy, so Reader assured him, that it was just a prank ;-;
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I'm writing this one now ahahahaha
Watch out for it tomorrow or today...depends if I finish it before I need to sleep ahnibvouefhnkjan
summary: Leon wakes up in a hospital bed with a bullet wound, and no memory of how he got there–or who the person holding his hand is.
incl.: established relationship : married, very disoriented Leon
pairing/s: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
warning/s: non-graphic gunshot injury, temporary memory loss
note/s: I wanna try out writing out requests, so send 'em my way! [instructions]
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Leon tried to open his eyes, but it was nearly impossible due to metaphorical sandbags on them.
But once he was able to fully open them, everything was definitely wrong.
His vision was horrifically blurry, the walls and furniture bled into each other like wet paint. Even the figure seated beside his bed was nothing more than a vague silhouette.
His face scrunched when a persistent, rhythmic beeping cut through the haze, sharp and annoyingly consistent somewhere to his right.
At least that meant his hearing wasn’t gone.
The blur slowly began to settle. The shapes in the room sharpened, the colors separated into their proper objects. The room comes into focus piece by piece.
Leon is in a hospital room.
That explained the beeping. It was a heart monitor.
And then…there was You.
Each blink brought you into clearer view, until Leon could finally make out your face.
And yep…he didn’t need perfect vision to know one thing.
You were ridiculously good-looking.
You were holding his hand, your expression laced with worry.
Leon furrowed his brows. Who were you?
Why are you holding his hand?
Matter of fact, why is he here?
He tried to push himself up—a mistake.
A sharp, searing pain shot through his side, forcing a strained groan out of him as he dropped back against the bed.
“Don’t move, idiot.”
Leon turned his head toward you, blinking slowly, choosing to ignore the little jab.
“Who…are you?” His voice came out rough, dry, and groggy—like he hadn’t used it in a while.
Your eyebrow arched.
“Oh…right.”You muttered, more to yourself than to him. “They said you might wake up disoriented.”
Leon swallowed, wincing faintly when he felt how rough his throat was. “What happened to me?”
You hesitated for a second before answering, shifting slightly in your seat, your hand still holding his.
“You got shot,” You said, matter-of-factly. “They said your mission went awry. Bullet lodged near your ribs—too close to anything important to leave in, so they had to operate.”
“They put you under.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’ve been out for a bit and a half.”
Leon processed that slowly…Shot. Surgery. Anesthesia.
Great.
“First of all,” you continued, lifting your left hand into his line of sight, “I’m your spouse. Congratulations, by the way. Best decision you’ve ever made.”
Leon just…stared at you.
“I…” His mouth fell open slightly, his eyes widened a fraction. “Married you?”
The heart monitor to his right immediately picked up pace, beeping faster for a few moments.
You snorted softly, clearly amused by the situation at hand.
“Yep,”You said, popping the p. “You managed to bag a ten.”
Leon looked at you—really looked this time—and a slow, crooked smile spread across his face.
“Damn, “ he murmured. “I did.”
Your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and the monitor sped up again in response. You glanced at it, then back at him, a teasing grin smeared on your face.
“Well, that’s one way to measure my effect on you.”
Leon grimaced, eyes flicking toward the machine. “Can that thing shut up?”
You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head.
“Afraid not. You’re being monitored for a reason, pretty boy.”
“Shit.”
You tried, really—really—tried, to hold it in, but a small snicker slipped out anyway. Leon narrowed his eyes at you, still half-lidded and unfocused.
“Glad my near-death experience is entertaining.” He rasped out.
That did it—the dam broke. You broke into laughter, spilling out before you quickly scrambled to rein it back in.
“Sorry, sorry,” You said, exhaling. “I’ve just been worried sick. That—” you gestured vaguely at him, “—that helped. A little.”
You took a moment, shaking off the lingering want to laugh, before your expression softened again, concern settling right back in.
“How are you feeling?” You asked gently. “What do you remember?”
Leon went quiet. Searching through his man for anything, but everything felt…foggy…slippery even. Like everything was just out of his reach.
He shook his head—another mistake.
The room tilted violently, he hissed under his breath.
“Hey, hey—easy.”You tightened your hold on his hand. “Doc said recovery might be a little rough. Memory gaps…dizziness, all that fun stuff.”
He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay still in hopes that everything stopped moving for once.
“Relax, we'll be right here.”
“Thanks.”
There was a pregnant pause.
What do you mean, we?
“We?”
Your eyebrows shot up for half a second before realization dawned on your face.
Ah…right, he really didn’t remember a lot.
“Oh, Leon…” You murmured. “I don’t know how to say this, but.”
You shifted to the side to reveal the couch behind you.
What’s more important than the couch was the little girl currently occupying it. The little bundle was snoozing away, all wrapped in her fluffy blanket.
“I’m pretty sure she’s not actually allowed in here,” You admitted quietly, “but she refused to leave. Said she wanted to be here when her daddy woke up, so…I snuck her in.”
Leon stared, completely, utterly stunned by what was in front of him.
First, a drop-dead gorgeous spouse.
Second, a cute daughter?
What had he done in his past and present life to merit such a combo?
“I…have a daughter?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, like speaking too loudly might make her disappear.
You smiled, warmth bleeding into every inch of your expression as you watched your husband process the information.
“Our daughter, “You corrected softly.
His eyes widened, flicking between you and the sleeping little princess.
“We have a daughter, “ He repeated, as if testing the words.
The monitor sped up again, betraying the surge of emotion hitting him all at once.
“We do.” You smiled, amused by what was unfolding in front of you.
A slow, almost disbelieving grin tugged at his lips.
“That means I’m a father.”
“I mean…yeah,” You shrugged. “That’s usually how that works.”
He tried to roll his eyes, but his body was still confused; it didn’t pan out the way he had intended.
“That was… unbelievably sad.”
“Go away,” he grumbled.
“I would,” You said sweetly, raising your free hand and wiggling your fingers so the ring caught the hospital light, “but…no. Married, remember?”
Leon huffed, squinting at you.
“I’m starting to regret it.”
You gasped in mock offense, placing your hand over your chest for added flair.
“Wow. I leave you alone for one near-death experience, and this is the thanks I get?”
He lightly shook his head at the display.
You leaned closer, voice dropping into a playful sing-song.
“Too late, darling~. Papers signed, sealed, and filed years ago~."
[sequel to ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Was My Grenade Pin Engagement Ring Not Enough?]
summary: You and Leon in his car, on your way to the courthouse.
incl.: established relationship, banter banter, emotional vulnerability (just a smidge)
pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (fem leaning)
note/s: I'm back~ and holy molly I leave for a bit and suddenly everyone's reading my fics WAH thanks for all the love!
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After three days of back and forth approvals, paperwork, and a lot of patience neither of you naturally had, the leave finally went through.
Now, you are sitting on the passenger seat of Leon's mighty expensive ride, a Prosche. Wearing your promised white Dior dress, tailored perfectly to your measurements.
“I asked Jill and Carlos to be our witnesses,” You said, touching up your red lipstick using the car's built-in mirror. You leaned back, the fabric of your dress rustled with your every movement. “I'd ask Claire or Chris, but it seems they’re indisposed right now.”
You glanced over to your right.
There he is Leon Scott Kennedy.
One hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. He is dressed in a charcoal black suit, tailored just as well as your dress.
The afternoon light hit his face at just the right angles, catching the faint lines around his eyes. You couldn't help but wonder how they'd look in a few years time.
Now that you'd be married…he'd have more reasons to smile.
Leon and you, growing older together. You smiled at the thought
Although, your little daydream got cut short by Leon's voice.
“Good picks,” Leon said. His voice is low and steady but…distant.
You could tell from his icy blues he was ways away from the conversation. Maybe daydreaming as you were, though that doesn't bode well…him being behind the wheel and all.
You slid your hand over his, feeling the rough texture of his skin, warm, worn and full of stories.
“You here with me, Kennedy?”
He glanced your away briefly, like you'd pulled him out of something deeper than he meant to be in.
“...Yeah,” he said. “I'm here.”
To get his point across, he lifted your entwined hands and pressed a brief kiss on the back of yours before gently setting them back down.
“What's on your mind?”
You caught the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“What's so funny?” You asked, your curiosity peaking.
“I just remembered how ridiculous your proposal was.” Leon chuckled lightly.
You blinked.
“I—” Speechless is what you are right now. “Well—”
You sat up straighter than earlier.
“Well?” He prompted, tone mild but edged with that dry amusement.
You quickly tried to compose yourself.
“We were under duress!"
That did it.
The lines around his eyes deepened slightly—not quite a smile, but close.
“You proposed with a grenade pin,” He said.
“It's the only vaguely ring-like thing within reach!”
Said ring still hung from the chain around his neck, years after the event.
Leon glanced at you again, slower this time.
“What made you do it?” He asked, before his eyes went back to the road.
The question made you pause.
Why did you?
“...During the fight,” You started, a little sheepish. “You looked so abysmally good I said to myself, ‘I'm marrying this man no matter what’.”
Liar.
You were desperately fighting for your life and thought that if you're going to die, you're going to die marrying the man desperately trying to protect you though you were more than capable to do so.
“‘Abysmally good’, huh?” He repeated, a little dry. “That your official statement?”
You couldn't help but huff out a laugh. “Don't ruin it.’
“I'm not,” he said, shaking his head faintly. “Just making sure I heard it right.”
“You're unbelievable.” You shook your head.
“Been told that.”
The moment tapered off as the courthouse came into view.
Suddenly it was quiet in the car, for a few moments you could only hear the hum of the Porsche.
You looked back at your soon to be husband. His eyes were dead set on the road in front of you as you entered the parking lot.
Leon cut the engine once the car was fully parked.
For a second, neither of you moved.
“...You ready?” He asked, quieter this time.
You looked at him, smiling. “Ready to be my husband?”
“Will I ever be ready?”
“No.” You chuckled before slipping out of the car.
You barely made it inside before he slowed enough that you noticed.
“...Leon?”
“Hold on,” he said quietly.
You turned to look at him. There was an unmistakable tension in his shoulders, and an unreadable cloudiness within his eyes.
It wasn't fear per say.
Just…weight.
“You okay?” You asked, a little more gentler now.
He exhaled through his nose, gaze drifting past you like he was looking through the walls instead of at them.
“Just…” he started, then paused.
For a moment, something flickered behind his eyes, flashes of a building similar to this courthouse, a building long abandoned. A place he spent only a night in but had managed to scar him for as long as he continues to breathe.
“...Been somewhere like this before,” he finished quietly.
You studied him, noting the look in his eyes. “Not good memory, I'm guessing.”
He nodded before saying something.
“Raccoon city.”
Ah.
That explained it.
Your hand tightened around his.
“You're not there anymore.”
“I know.” The response came out far too quickly.
You softened your grip, stepping a little closer so your shoulders brushed his arm.
“Hey,” you murmured. “No outbreak here. No infected. No one's trying to kill us.”
There was a pause.
“Just paperwork and horrible lighting.” Your voice a little softer.
That got a faint reaction from him. It wasn't quite a smile but close enough.
Leon glanced at you, something in his expression easing just slightly for every second that had passed as he looks at you.
“More paperwork, huh?” He said.
“Uh-huh.” You nudged him lightly. “Worst thing that will happen today is you signing your life away to me and mine to you.”
He let out a quiet huff. “That still sounds dangerous.”
“Hey!” You grinned. “Too late to back out now.”
He looked at you—really looked at you this time.
Whatever had been pulling him back—He let it go.
“...Wasn't planning to.”
His hand tightened around yours—steady and certain.
[sequel to ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Was My Grenade Pin Engagement Ring Not Enough?]
summary: You and Leon in his car, on your way to the courthouse.
incl.: established relationship, banter banter, emotional vulnerability (just a smidge)
pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (fem leaning)
note/s: I'm back~ and holy molly I leave for a bit and suddenly everyone's reading my fics WAH thanks for all the love!
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After three days of back and forth approvals, paperwork, and a lot of patience neither of you naturally had, the leave finally went through.
Now, you are sitting on the passenger seat of Leon's mighty expensive ride, a Prosche. Wearing your promised white Dior dress, tailored perfectly to your measurements.
“I asked Jill and Carlos to be our witnesses,” You said, touching up your red lipstick using the car's built-in mirror. You leaned back, the fabric of your dress rustled with your every movement. “I'd ask Claire or Chris, but it seems they’re indisposed right now.”
You glanced over to your right.
There he is Leon Scott Kennedy.
One hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. He is dressed in a charcoal black suit, tailored just as well as your dress.
The afternoon light hit his face at just the right angles, catching the faint lines around his eyes. You couldn't help but wonder how they'd look in a few years time.
Now that you'd be married…he'd have more reasons to smile.
Leon and you, growing older together. You smiled at the thought
Although, your little daydream got cut short by Leon's voice.
“Good picks,” Leon said. His voice is low and steady but…distant.
You could tell from his icy blues he was ways away from the conversation. Maybe daydreaming as you were, though that doesn't bode well…him being behind the wheel and all.
You slid your hand over his, feeling the rough texture of his skin, warm, worn and full of stories.
“You here with me, Kennedy?”
He glanced your away briefly, like you'd pulled him out of something deeper than he meant to be in.
“...Yeah,” he said. “I'm here.”
To get his point across, he lifted your entwined hands and pressed a brief kiss on the back of yours before gently setting them back down.
“What's on your mind?”
You caught the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“What's so funny?” You asked, your curiosity peaking.
“I just remembered how ridiculous your proposal was.” Leon chuckled lightly.
You blinked.
“I—” Speechless is what you are right now. “Well—”
You sat up straighter than earlier.
“Well?” He prompted, tone mild but edged with that dry amusement.
You quickly tried to compose yourself.
“We were under duress!"
That did it.
The lines around his eyes deepened slightly—not quite a smile, but close.
“You proposed with a grenade pin,” He said.
“It's the only vaguely ring-like thing within reach!”
Said ring still hung from the chain around his neck, years after the event.
Leon glanced at you again, slower this time.
“What made you do it?” He asked, before his eyes went back to the road.
The question made you pause.
Why did you?
“...During the fight,” You started, a little sheepish. “You looked so abysmally good I said to myself, ‘I'm marrying this man no matter what’.”
Liar.
You were desperately fighting for your life and thought that if you're going to die, you're going to die marrying the man desperately trying to protect you though you were more than capable to do so.
“‘Abysmally good’, huh?” He repeated, a little dry. “That your official statement?”
You couldn't help but huff out a laugh. “Don't ruin it.’
“I'm not,” he said, shaking his head faintly. “Just making sure I heard it right.”
“You're unbelievable.” You shook your head.
“Been told that.”
The moment tapered off as the courthouse came into view.
Suddenly it was quiet in the car, for a few moments you could only hear the hum of the Porsche.
You looked back at your soon to be husband. His eyes were dead set on the road in front of you as you entered the parking lot.
Leon cut the engine once the car was fully parked.
For a second, neither of you moved.
“...You ready?” He asked, quieter this time.
You looked at him, smiling. “Ready to be my husband?”
“Will I ever be ready?”
“No.” You chuckled before slipping out of the car.
You barely made it inside before he slowed enough that you noticed.
“...Leon?”
“Hold on,” he said quietly.
You turned to look at him. There was an unmistakable tension in his shoulders, and an unreadable cloudiness within his eyes.
It wasn't fear per say.
Just…weight.
“You okay?” You asked, a little more gentler now.
He exhaled through his nose, gaze drifting past you like he was looking through the walls instead of at them.
“Just…” he started, then paused.
For a moment, something flickered behind his eyes, flashes of a building similar to this courthouse, a building long abandoned. A place he spent only a night in but had managed to scar him for as long as he continues to breathe.
“...Been somewhere like this before,” he finished quietly.
You studied him, noting the look in his eyes. “Not good memory, I'm guessing.”
He nodded before saying something.
“Raccoon city.”
Ah.
That explained it.
Your hand tightened around his.
“You're not there anymore.”
“I know.” The response came out far too quickly.
You softened your grip, stepping a little closer so your shoulders brushed his arm.
“Hey,” you murmured. “No outbreak here. No infected. No one's trying to kill us.”
There was a pause.
“Just paperwork and horrible lighting.” Your voice a little softer.
That got a faint reaction from him. It wasn't quite a smile but close enough.
Leon glanced at you, something in his expression easing just slightly for every second that had passed as he looks at you.
“More paperwork, huh?” He said.
“Uh-huh.” You nudged him lightly. “Worst thing that will happen today is you signing your life away to me and mine to you.”
He let out a quiet huff. “That still sounds dangerous.”
“Hey!” You grinned. “Too late to back out now.”
He looked at you—really looked at you this time.
Whatever had been pulling him back—He let it go.
“...Wasn't planning to.”
His hand tightened around yours—steady and certain.
summary: It's midnight, sleep refuses to knock on your doors…so you bother your lovely boyfriend with a very important question: Would he still love you if you were a worm?
incl.: established relationship, banter, late night madness
pairing: Leon x Reader (called a princess, one time)
note/s: I'll be gone for about a week TT I have exams guys wish me luck! Here's a short fic for ya'll <3 see you!
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The clock read twelve in the morning, yet neither of you were anywhere close to sleep.
Leon had his eyes closed, an arm thrown over them like that alone might force him into unconsciousness—but judging by the quiet sigh he let out every few minutes, sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon. He’d been at it for a while, and the sandman had yet to make his visit.
Beside him was you, wide-eyed and very much awake, a million thoughts running rampant in your head.
You sighed, turning onto your side, studying him for a moment.
“…Leon.”
A quiet hum. He was listening.
“Would you love me if I was a worm?”
There was a short pause.
“…I’m sorry, what?” His voice came out low and rough, edged with sleep-deprived confusion.
You scooted closer, the blanket bunching between you. “A worm,” you repeated, a little deadpan. “Would you still love me if I was a wiggly worm?”
Leon let out a long, tired exhale, dragging a hand down his face before cracking one eye open to look at you.
“…It’s midnight,” he muttered. “This is what we’re doing?”
“Answer the question, Kennedy.”
He turned his head fully this time, squinting at you like you’d personally offended him.
“If you were a worm,” he started slowly, voice dry, “I’d assume something went very, very wrong.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“No, it’s the logical answer.”
You nudged him with your fist. “Leon.”
He groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes again before giving in.
“Fine.” He shifted onto his side, facing you. “If you turned into a worm, I’d… relocate you.”
You blinked. “Relocate me?”
“Yeah.” He nodded once, like that made perfect sense. “Somewhere safe.”
“Like where?”
“A nice patch of dirt… away from birds.”
You stared at him. “…You’re unbelievable.”
“You asked.”
“My lover would leave me in the dirt to fend for myself,” you said, dramatically placing a hand over your chest. “Romance is dead.”
Leon huffed, something dangerously close to a laugh slipping out.
“Don’t start,” he warned, though there was no real bite to it.
“I’m not being dramatic,” you insisted. “I’d say I’m underreacting. You just admitted you’d abandon me.”
“No, I—” He stopped, eyes narrowing slightly as realization hit. “We are not arguing about this.”
“We are,” you insisted.
He let out a breath through his nose, shaking his head. “…Great. I fight bioweapons for a living, and this is what takes me out."
You scoffed. “Admit it. You wouldn’t love me anymore.”
Leon went quiet for a second, watching you—really watching you.
Then he sighed, softer this time.
“…You’d be a terrible worm,” he said.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Too stubborn,” he continued, completely serious now. “You’d probably try to square up with a bird.”
Your mouth fell open before you scrunched up your face. “I would win.”
“Yeah?” His lips twitched. “Against a pigeon?”
“Don’t underestimate me.”
A quiet chuckle finally slipped out of him.
Then he reached over, tugging you a little closer by your arm.
“If you turned into a worm,” he said, his voice dropping just slightly, “I’d keep you.”
You paused. “…Really?”
“Yeah.” His thumb brushed absentmindedly against your arm. “Probably put you somewhere safe. Make sure you don’t get stepped on.”
A beat.
“…Might even carry you around.”
You narrowed your eyes. “In what? Your pocket?”
“Don’t push it.”
You huffed, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you.
“That still sounds forced.”
Leon rolled his eyes.
“Alright, princess.” He shifted, propping himself up slightly over you. “If you’re a worm, you’ll be my worm.”
You tried, like really really tried to stay annoyed…but it is hard when his icey blues is staring right at you. “But you said you’d leave me in the dirt.”
“That was before you started accusing me of being heartless,” he shot back.
“That still sounded forced,” you pouted, weakly poking his arm. “If I turned into a worm, I’m wiggling away from you.”
“Baby,” he said, his voice dipping into that low, familiar tone, “if you try to crawl away, I’m putting you in a jar.”
You blinked. “…A jar.”
“Yeah.” His smirk slowly spread. “With air holes. I’m not a monster.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“And if you try to escape…” He leaned in slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m shaking the jar.”
You gasped. “Leon!”
He grinned, all teeth now.
“Still wanna test me?”
You stared at him for a second.
Then you scooted closer anyway, pressing into his chest with a quiet huff. His arms automatically wrapped around you.
“…You’re the worst.”
“Mm.” His arm slid around you easily. “And yet, here you are.”
There was a pause. You could hear his heartbeat from where your head rested.
“…Go to sleep before you ask me if I’d love you as a cockroach.”
