UNDERCOVER MISSION (oneshot)
(LEON KENNEDY X GN! READER)
⋆★ summary : Leon and reader have to go on an undercover mission as an engaged couple to infiltrate a high-security event. AS they spend more time together, the lines between acting and reality begin to blur.
⋆★ extra : struggled finding a gif for this lmao, anyways hope you guys enjoy!! i enjoyed writing this alsoo think i might start writing longer fics.
The mission briefing had been straightforward enough: get in, locate the intel, and get out. But the details of how they’d have to execute it were far more complicated. Leon and G/N had been assigned roles as an engaged couple, sent to infiltrate an exclusive, high-security event. They would have to play the part convincingly, which meant blending in with the crowd and, perhaps most dauntingly, acting as though they were madly in love.
As they approached the grand venue, Leon cast a glance at his partner. G/N was dressed to match the occasion, every detail chosen to exude sophistication. They met his gaze with a nod, their steady confidence a grounding force as they walked in together, hand in hand. Leon could feel the warmth of their palm against his, and he had to remind himself that this was strictly part of the mission.
“Let’s hope we’re convincing enough,” he murmured, shooting them a brief smile as they stepped into the bustling hall, the air thick with the chatter and laughter of high-profile guests.
G/N returned the smile, squeezing his hand. “Don’t worry,” they whispered, voice laced with a confidence that gave him pause. “Just follow my lead.”
It started off easy enough—a lingering hand on his arm, a soft laugh that felt real enough to almost fool him. The subtle glances they shared, the quick smiles, the occasional touch of their hands as they navigated through the crowd all seemed to work seamlessly, blending them into the background.
But as the evening wore on, Leon found himself caught off-guard by just how natural it felt. The stolen glances, the small touches—they were starting to mean more than he’d planned. He could tell G/N noticed it too; he saw it in the way their gaze softened when they looked at him, in the way they held onto his arm just a moment longer than necessary.
After hours of navigating the social circles and slipping closer to their target, they found themselves in a quiet lounge off the main ballroom. The dim light cast warm shadows around the room, and the low hum of music from the next room set an oddly intimate tone.
“We’re almost there,” G/N murmured, their hand resting on his arm. “Just one more bit of ‘acting’.”
Leon smirked, letting the teasing in their tone wash over him. “You’ve been convincing enough to win an award,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
The moment didn’t last long before a slow waltz drifted through the walls from the main room, and G/N raised an eyebrow. “We may need to keep up appearances.”
Taking their hand, Leon led them into a smooth dance. His arm slid around their waist, and he felt G/N step closer, so close he could feel their heartbeat matching his own. As they moved in rhythm to the faint music, Leon found himself mesmerised, his focus shifting entirely to the way their gaze met his, the warmth in their eyes.
After a few turns around the empty lounge, they slowed to a near-standstill. Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling in the soft light. Leon felt an unspoken invitation there, one he wasn’t sure he could resist. His gaze dropped to their lips before he looked back into their eyes, searching for any hesitation. When he found none, he leaned in, closing the distance between them.
The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, as though testing the waters. But it quickly deepened, and Leon could feel his heart pounding as he lost himself in the softness of their lips, the warmth of their hand at the nape of his neck. Every inch of distance between them had vanished, leaving nothing but a closeness that was both electrifying and grounding.
When they finally pulled back, G/N looked up at him, eyes shining with an emotion that mirrored his own. For a moment, the reality of their situation felt irrelevant; he wasn’t thinking about the mission, or the crowd, or the danger. It was just the two of them, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
“Guess we’re quite the convincing couple,” he murmured, voice low and rough with unspoken feelings.
G/N gave him a soft smile, brushing their fingers against his cheek. “Convincing,” they agreed, though the look in their eyes hinted at something far more real.
Leon’s hand lingered on G/N’s back a moment longer, reluctant to pull away even as they left the quiet lounge and slipped back into the bustling main hall. They walked side by side, close enough for their arms to brush, an unspoken comfort in the silence between them. Leon’s mind was spinning, struggling to focus on the mission, but every small touch seemed to pull him back to G/N. He was no longer sure where the mission ended and his own emotions began.
As they approached their target—a guarded door near the back of the ballroom—G/N glanced up at him, eyes meeting his with a subtle flicker of nerves that he found oddly reassuring. For all their confidence, the intensity of their shared moment had clearly affected them, too.
“Think we can charm our way past?” G/N whispered, lips close to his ear as if sharing a secret.
Leon chuckled softly, more to keep his composure than anything else. “You’re in luck. I don’t think we’ll need to charm anyone… not after we pull this off.”
He slipped his arm around G/N’s waist, his touch steadying as they moved toward the guard. Leon felt G/N lean into him, their closeness grounding him, even as they exchanged pleasantries with the guard and passed through the door without issue.
Once inside, they found themselves in a long corridor, empty save for the faint hum of machinery. They only had a few minutes to retrieve the data before someone would undoubtedly notice their absence. Leon quickly located the secure terminal while G/N kept watch, their figure tense but ready, fingers lightly brushing over their concealed weapon.
“Almost there,” he muttered, focusing on downloading the intel as rapidly as he could. The quiet stretched between them, and Leon could feel G/N’s eyes on him, their presence a calming force amidst the tension of the mission.
Just as the download completed, the sound of footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor. Leon met G/N’s gaze, a silent agreement passing between them—they’d have to make a quick escape. He grabbed their hand, pulling them into a nearby side room as the footsteps grew closer, ducking into the shadows just in time to avoid detection.
In the tight, dimly lit space, they were pressed close, G/N’s back against the wall as Leon shielded them from view. His face was mere inches from theirs, his hand still clasping theirs, holding it tightly as if that alone could keep them safe.
For a moment, he forgot everything—the danger, the mission, the intel. All he could focus on was G/N, their breathing shallow, their lips parted as they looked up at him. He could feel their pulse quicken under his touch, their eyes searching his, filled with the same confusion and longing he felt.
Leon’s voice was barely above a whisper. “You alright?”
G/N nodded, their gaze never leaving his. “Better than alright,” they replied softly, their tone carrying a warmth that made his chest tighten.
He leaned in, unable to resist, pressing his lips to theirs in a kiss that felt different from the last. This one was unhurried, laced with a tenderness he hadn’t let himself show before. His thumb gently brushed over their hand, as if grounding them both in the moment, as if promising that he was there, for more than just the mission.
When they broke apart, G/N looked at him with a mix of wonder and something deeper, something that made his heart race.
“We should… get going,” they murmured, voice breathless.
Leon nodded, but he didn’t step away just yet, his hand lingering on their cheek. “Yeah… we should.”
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