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[atoriid]

~*☆°•[ Masterlist ]•°☆*~

》》 Genshin Impact 》》

Tall Character Model

♡ Neuvillette

~ 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)

Medium Character Model

》》 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!

~ Request closed!

[atoriid]

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Requests ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ I'm Dating A Sadist

-one-shot-

You tried your hand in pranking your dearly beloved

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ All thanks to the action hero extravaganza : Leon S. Kennedy

-one-shot-

Shy reader and protective Leon

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Apparently Not So Dead Anymore

-one-shot- [ part 2 -> Is The Serious Talk Done Now?]

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.

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Shameless Ogling

-one-shot-

Leon agreed to you shaving his chest...mistake of the century.

˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Come On Kennedy, Pull Yourself Together.

-one-shot-

It's your wedding day! Leon is feeling big emotions <3

☆back to main masterlist☆ ☆back to leon masterlist☆

[atoriid]

hii omg i absolutely love your writing and i have an idea for leon hehe (whichever version you feel would suit it best) i thought about it on the bus today:

a marriage au where the reader is walking down the aisle and the moment he sees them he just completely unravels and not in a dramatic way but like in this little “oh my god this is real” kinda way and he can’t stop thinking things like “how did i get this right? how did i get them?” like half convinced someones gonna to tap him on the shoulder and tell him theres been a mistake lol

and when they finally reach him all that usual confidence is gone and he turns into this slightly awkward, almost shy version of himself like a teenage boy trying to talk to someone way out of his league

sorry if i’m rambling and i hope this makes sense 😭

thx so much for your time!

Hello Hello! Thank you so much for sending in a request!

I'm really sorry the requests are takin me a longggg to get to TT Uni and then my keyboard breaking is a big part of it TT

The fic is right over here -> Come On Kennedy, Pull Yourself Together.

-A

[atoriid]

Come On Kennedy, Pull Yourself Together.

-oneshot-

incl.: wedding day, established relationship, softie-lovestruck Leon, just sum tooth rotting fluff

pairing/s: Leon S. Kennedy x gn! Reader (tried to make this as gender neutral as possible)

note/s: 1. Sorry thi took me MONTHS to do TT 2. New keyboard so there might be spelling mistakes, I’m still acclimating lol sorry (This is actually the first thing I did after I got it lmaur)

☆main masterlist☆ ☆Leon Kennedy masterlist☆

Leon S. Kennedy had survived things that should've killed him.

Cities—yes multiple—overrun by the undead…parasites…cult…Government secrets that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

None of which made him shake the way that this did.

He stood at the altar, dressed in his best silver tux, thumb rubbing absent circles over the simple band of the engagement ring you had gifted him. The guests blurred together into a sea of smiling faces, but he barely registered them.

He wasn't nervous…at least, that's what he'd been telling himself.

Then the music changed.

The entire room rose to its feet.

Leon finally looked up.

And there you were.

For a moment his mind simply…stopped.

You looked impossibly beautiful—not in the distant, untouchable way magazines tried to define beauty, but in the painfully familiar way that stole the air from his lungs. It was you with the same smile that greeted him after bad days. The same eyes that always found him across crowded rooms.

Leon felt something in his chest crack open.

With every step you take the reality of what was happening is sinking into him.

This is real, you're real. So real in fact that he was marrying you.

For the first time in a long while his eyes stung, tears were quickly filling the edge of his sight before he could even know what to do.

He tried to blink the tears away.

Don't cry.

Come on Kennedy, pull yourself together.

But the thought kept echoing louder than the music.

They're really, really marrying stupid ol’ me.

His throat tightened.

Leon is not in any sense lucky—well one could surmise he was unluckily lucky---but how did his luck get this good?

How in the hells did he manage to get this right?

How did he pull all the right cards to lead to this point?

It didn't make sense.

Not to him.

He knew the plenty of mistakes he'd made. The missions that had hollowed him out. The nights he'd come home exhausted, carrying ghosts he could never quite explain.

He knew every flaw.

Every scar.

Every reason someone should've decided loving him was too difficult.

Yet there you are.

Walking toward him with the kind of smile that made it seem as though choosing him had never been a question.

His chest ached.

There had to be a mistake.

Some irrational part of him almost expected someone to interrupt the ceremony.

“Sorry, wrong groom.”

“There's been a mix-up.”

Because surely—surely this couldn't really be happening to him.

You reached the front.

Now, standing a foot away from him.

Leon gaze landed on your glimmering eyes…

And whatever composure he'd managed to hold onto completely disappeared.

“Hi there.” You smile so effortlessly like you’re merely taking a calm stroll in the park.

“H-Hi.” 

Brilliant, he stuttered.

The man who walked out a zombie infested city fucking stuttered.

Just great, months of planning and the first thing that went out of his mouth was a stuttered Hi.

A tiny laugh escaped your painted lips.

Well…at least one of yous find this amusing.

“I…” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling seventeen instead of thirty-something—great he also forgot how old he was. “You look…”

His stupid brain abandoned him.

He cleared his throat to save him some grace.

“You look pretty.”

Your smile widened.

“Just pretty?”

His face warmed instantly.

Oh you little devil. Your partner was having a brain malfunction yet here you are enjoying every bit of it.

“No, that's not—I mean…” He stopped himself, shutting his eyes for half a second, laughing at himself. Once he pulled himself together he looked at you once again. “You look absolutely stunning.”

This time it seemed you were the one being flustered.

“Thank you, you look quite dashing yourself.”

Leon laughed again, softer this time.

“I just wasn't prepared for what you could actually do to me.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I forgot how to talk.”

A few quiet chuckles rippled through the front rows.

Leon didn't even notice.

His whole world had narrowed to the person standing inches away.

“I'm delighted I could stunt The Leon Kennedy.”

Leon shook his head, amused by your statement.

“Not everyday someone can do so.” He held out his hand. “Ready to marry me, partner?”

You threaded your fingers around his. 

“I walked the aisle, would be pretty awkward if I’m not.”

Leon scoffed, “It's a bit unfair. Here I am on the verge of crying, and here you are, swagger and all.”

“Verge? Honey, I already see a tear track.”

“Damn.” He sniffled, laughing at himself. “I know.”

The officiant smiled knowingly, clearly willing to give them another minute. There'd been one too many times he’d witnessed couples clearly despise each other during their ceremony. Witnessing the exchange in front o him was a breath of fresh air.

[atoriid]

I watched the last episode of Dr. Stone FIVE days ago and it’s now just hitting me that it’s really over 😭😭😭 I remember all those times I dutifully wait for Thursdays just to watch the new episode at the end of my day so I can end it on a high note 😭😭😭

I began watching the show 6years ago because of Film Theory’s episode on it :D and then started my six year obsession on it :D

I started absolutely BAWLING when Senku repeated his words from S1 ep1 it went full circle 😭😭😭

My favorite show has ended ya’ll WHAT NOW AHHH I’ll probably rewatch it again and experience the stages to grief AHAHAHA But nothing beats when I first watched it and continued to look forward to the next episode 🥹🥹🥹

Once I’m free of my irl stuff I SWEAR I WILL WRITE for Dr. Stone!!! I promise TEN BILLION PERCENT!!!

I’m once again typing as I wait for a real Doctor hahahahahahhahaahha

[atoriid]

Wrestling With Ikea Instructions

-oneshot-

summary: Leon finally gets a week off from field work and spends it the only way he knows how—building a cradle for his soon-to-be granddaughter.

incl.: au of an au? domestic fluff, established marriage, grandparents-to-be, soft Leon Kennedy, Leon being stubborn with furniture.

pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

notes/s: This was in my docs for a long while (predating me writing that one request) so consider this an au of an au ahaha no need to read the previous since this one isn't connected to any of it.

☆main masterlist☆ ☆Leon Kennedy masterlist☆

Leon S. Kennedy is finally free.

Free from field work…at least for a week or so.

He earned his well-deserved time off after decades of being a slave to his work.

And what does he do with all this free time?

Build a baby cradle for his daughter’s daughter of course. 

That darned thing was more complicated than assembling a gun, that’s for sure.

Leon has been at it for a few hours now, his old joints are probably locked and protesting by now. 

As his dearly loved wife, you've taken upon yourself to make that stubborn man take a little breather. Maybe stretch, rest his strained eyes, and give those aching muscles a break. 

He’s no longer that young twenty-something-year-old he once was when he assembled the first cradle for your own daughter.

After finishing the snacks you’d prepared for him—a loaded sandwich and a side of fries—you made your way toward the baby's room, navigating through the hallways of your daughter and son-in-law's house.

They were out on a date for the afternoon while you and Leon worked on furnishing the nursery.

Your daughter, Raye, is expecting her first baby.

Your first grandchild.

Oh how quickly time flies.

Soon, you'd be a grandmother.

You placed the tray atop the newly assembled dresser and stood quietly for a moment, watching your husband try—and fail—to decipher the instructions in the cradle's manual.

“You’re going to burn holes through that booklet, Leon,” You teased, crouching beside him placing a gentle hand on his hunched back. 

Leon grunted, “I swear assembling a damned cradle wasn’t this hard before.”

You took a peek at the booklet. It was nothing but diagrams and arrows with barely any words to explain the process.

 “Maybe it’s time to take a little break and come back with a set of new eyes, hm?”

He looked up at you, finally setting the booklet aside.

“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. Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his hair before taking his hand and helping him stand.

The moment he straightened, a series of pops echoed from his joints, the loudest being his poor back..

You bit back a laugh.

“You heard nothing.” Leon grumbled.

“Sure…sure.” You shook your head, unable to hide the amusement written all over your face. “No joints complaining here.”

He rolled his eyes, a second later, his arms wrapped around your waist. Those big strong arms that had carried you through decades of life together pulled you close as he gently rocked the two of you from side to side. 

This time, he placed a warm kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin on your shoulder.

You allowed yourself a moment to take in the nearly finished room.

Soft white curtains filtered the afternoon light, casting a warm glow across the pink ribboned-patterned wallpaper you'd spent hours putting up earlier that day. The nursery was beginning to look complete.

A dresser stood against one wall. Beside it sat a changing table stocked with diapers, wipes, and tiny folded clothes. Shelves held children's books and stuffed animals waiting for their future owner. Near the window rested a comfortable rocking chair, positioned beside the almost-finished cradle.

Your daughter's nursery—or rather your granddaughter's.

The thought still felt so surreal.

Raye is building a family of her own now.

When she first revealed she was pregnant, you and Leon had immediately offered to help prepare the nursery. She'd agreed only after Leon confidently declared that he was already an expert at building baby furniture—he was not. 

Not even close.

The memory made you smile.

You couldn’t help but think back to when the two of you had prepared Raye’s nursery many a years ago.

You had only recently married Leon then. Back when the future felt impossibly distant and every milestone seemed like a lifetime away.

Back then, he insisted on assembling the cradle himself, too.

It had taken him the better part of a day, accompanied by enough swearing to make the neighbors blush, but in the end he'd built something sturdy.

That cradle had survived countless sleepless nights, teething phases, toddler shenanigans and most of all toddler tantrums.

Looking around the room now, standing safely in Leon's embrace, it felt as though life had come full circle.

The young man who once struggled to put together a cradle for his daughter was now struggling to put together one for his granddaughter.

And despite the silver in his hair, the creases around his eyes, and the complaining joints he pretended to not have, he was still the same Leon.

Still too stubborn for his own good.

You leaned back slightly against him, inhaling his familiar scent.

The cradle will take a few more hours to be built—maybe he'd end up rebuilding half of it twice. But eventually, it will be finished.

Just like the first one.

And someday soon, a tiny little girl would be sleeping inside it.

[minahiragi]

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[atoriid]

Hii i saw your request are open so here it is

reader had been asking him forever, to shave his breast until he finally gave in with a sigh and a “fine, go ahead.” She’s super careful about it, like overly careful, moving slow, barely even breathing wrong. He’s just sitting there, watching her fuss over him, kind of amused. And then her hand slips for a second.

“Shit—wait, I’m so sorry—oh my god, I’m so sorry baby—”

It’s barely anything, just a tiny red scratch on his cheek, but she’s already panicking, apologizing over and over like she just committed a crime. and hes like “seriously?” looking at her like shes being ridiculous. “I’ve got way worse all over my face, and this is what you’re freaking out about?” something like that. She still looks guilty, so he softens a bit, brushing it off like it’s nothing. “It’s just a scratch, babe. I promise I’m fine.”

feel free to ignore it, ty🫶🏻🙏🏻

So sorry for the long wait!

Shameless Ogling is out now! 💗💗💗

Many more to come hehehe 🤭🫣🫣

- A

[atoriid]

Shameless Ogling

-one-shot- -request-

incl.: domestic fluff, established relationship, banter, chest shaving, reader being down HOrRRendOus, bathroom shenanigans, tiny injury, general couple antics.

pairing/s: Leon S. Kennedy x gn! Reader

warning/s: minor shaving accident, small cut/scratch

☆main masterlist☆ ☆Leon Kennedy masterlist☆

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 across his bare chest, his skin covered in shaving foam. He watched you like he was already questioning every life choice that had led 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 operation.

“You gonna start... or are you just gonna 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.

“I’m trying to focus, okay?”

'Twas a lie.

You were ogling shamelessly.

Leon's brow lifted knowingly. “Uh-huh.”

“It's your chest, though!” you defended, finally tearing your eyes away long enough to glare at him. “The same chest you wouldn't let me touch because apparently your precious chest hair was 'part of the Leon look.'”

“Yeah, well. It was doing just fine before somebody got obsessed with the idea of shaving it.”

“Yeah, well,” you mimicked, “excuse me for wanting to see what your glorious pecs look like hairless.”

He snorted softly at that, the sound low and amused.

“Glorious, huh?”

“You heard me.”

You dramatically pointed the razor at him, wagging it for extra effect. “Besides, you decided to grow out your stubble again. Let me have this.” You huffed, lips pouting.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, already losing the fight. “Can't win when you do that.”

And in that instant, a victorious grin spread across your face.

“I always win.”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Your confidence is concerning.”

“It's earned. Hmph!”

“Sure it is, love,” he conceded, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips.

“So,” he drawled, leaning back slightly, “feel like starting now, then?”

“Yep! Now, don't move!”

He gestured for you to start.

You obliged, closing the distance between you two, your eyes narrowing with exaggerated seriousness as you raised the razor to his chest.

Finally, you pressed it lightly against his skin.

Slowly and carefully, you dragged it down his chest.

So carefully, in fact, that he could practically feel your concentration.

Leon watched you the entire time, his pretty blue eyes following your every move. The way your tongue unconsciously peeked out whenever you concentrated. The way your grip adjusted like you were handling something fragile instead of a five-foot-eleven government agent covered in old scars.

“You know,” he said after a moment, voice lazy, “most people don't look this stressed shaving somebody.”

“Well, most people don't shave you,” you countered.

“That supposed to flatter me or worry me?”

“Yes.”

A quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest beneath your hand.

You tried very hard to ignore how nice that sounded.

Tried and failed being the key words here.

“I'm pretty sure chest shaving wasn't in our vows.”

“It should've been.”

“Yeah? In sickness and in health, and apparently against my will?”

You gasped. “This was fully consensual, Mr. Kennedy.”

Leon looked down at the razor in your hand, then back at you.

“Was it?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I can always stop right this instant.”

“And leave parts of it unshaved? Nah. Kind of invested now.”

Your lips twitched upward despite yourself as you resumed, moving carefully across the center of his chest. Foam gathered against the razor with each pass, leaving smooth skin underneath.

You paused for a second just to admire your work.

“Wow.”

Leon immediately looked suspicious. “What?”

“Your pecs actually look edible.”

“There it is.” He pointed at you lazily. “Objectification.”

“Sometimes I'm no better than a man...” you admitted, trying your hardest not to bite him. “You love me though.”

His mouth curved into something akin to smugness. “Maybe a little.”

“Liar.” You rolled your eyes, though your hands betrayed you by lingering against his chest a second longer than necessary.

Leon noticed, of course he did.

His gaze dipped briefly to your hand before flicking back to your face, amusement warming his expression.

“Careful,” he muttered. “You keep lookin' at me like that and I'm gonna start charging.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed. “I'm your spouse.”

“Exactly. Premium membership.”

You laughed under your breath, shaking your head before carefully dragging the razor lower again.

Leon stayed still this time, just watching you with that same quiet amusement—letting you fuss over him, indulge yourself, whatever this weird little ritual had become.

Then your hand slipped.

It was barely a second. Just enough for the razor to catch his skin wrong.

“Shit—wait—” You immediately pulled back, eyes going wide. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry—baby, I'm sorry—”

Leon blinked once and you were already panicking.

The razor got tossed onto the counter like it had personally betrayed you. You frantically reached for the tissue box, pulling out a couple to pat at the tiny nick on his chest.

There was something inherently funny about it, though. All those tissues for a single drop of blood.

Leon looked down at the wad of tissues being pressed dramatically against his chest before slowly looking back at you.

“Seriously?”

You didn't even glance up. “Hold still.”

“I am holding still.”

“You're bleeding.”

“This barely counts as bleeding, darling.”

Leon watched in disbelief as you pulled another tissue from the box.

“Are you trying to stop the bleeding or mummify me?”

You shot him an offended look. “Leon Scott Kennedy, I injured you!”

“Barely qualifies as an injury.”

“Still, though...”

Your shoulders slumped, yet you continued dabbing listlessly at the cut.

Leon sighed, taking your hand away from his chest. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before guiding your hand to his waist.

Then he began massaging your shoulders.

“There,” he said. “See? Still alive.”

“Barely.”

“Jesus Christ, woman.”

The laugh that escaped him was warm and helpless.

More like, hopelessly in love.

[atoriid]

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

Bye Bye!

-A

[atoriid]

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 😭😭😭

-A

[atoriid]

Is The Serious Talk Done Now?

-one-shot-

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

☆main masterlist☆ ☆Leon Kennedy masterlist☆

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.”

“Yeah…I'm starting to notice.” He mutters.

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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💕💕💕

Hello Hello!

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!

You can find the fic [Here <3]

- A

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Apparently Not So Dead Anymore

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.”

[atoriid]

Hello lovely!

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? 🧸

Hi Hi Hi! 💗💗💗

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 😭😭😭

I just posted the fic! Here it is <3

- A

[atoriid]

All thanks to the action hero extravaganza : Leon S. Kennedy

-one-shot-

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!

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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.”

You smile, this time you don’t hide it.

[atoriid]

This Face Is My Property, I Can Do Whatever With It.

-one-shot-

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.

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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.”

“Mkay…”