Noticed your headcanon with Leon from RE9 and it was sooooo good🤌😩
Our man ages like a wine...
Btw, if you are not busy, can I request more headcanon with Leon from RE9? Like some angst? For example, his gf maybe sacrificed herself to save him. Hope you understood me😅
Have a nice day, love your works🫶
That’s wreck our boy 😭😭 but of course!!!! I hope I understood your prompt ☺️
Trigger warnings: depression, character death, alcoholism, implied suicide
If you are uncomfortable with the following topics, please do not read!
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It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You weren’t supposed to get bit by that thing.
You were meant to have forever together. He’d promised, that this time would be different.
You’d both met at a DSO event—a simple gala where relaxed conversation filled the venue. You were only 20 years younger than him, but you clicked so easily.
Multiple dates and missions later, you found solace in each other.
You were sent on a mission—save Grace Ashcroft—save her from that thing. But the elevator door closed to quickly. First in Grace, then Leon…but you? The door was hardly cracked open still when that thing got you.
Later, when the beast was finally killed, Leon held your cold body in his arms, sobbing. The only person who truly understood him was gone.
He relapsed—the familiar embrace of alcohol burned through his veins.
He hardly ever left the house anymore, just staring at your side of the closet, your side of the bed, holding your clothes as he greedily inhaled the scent.
He couldn’t even be bothered for one night stands anymore—it wasn’t you.
The gun became more tempting every single day.
Every day became a cycle of wake up, shower (sometimes) and drink himself to sleep.
He was supposed to marry you. The engagement ring he’d purchased with such care lay shut away in his nightstand drawer—he couldn’t stand to look at it. It represented everything he’d lost—everything.
He stopped taking his car out for drives, stopped leaving the house.
He couldn’t stand the gut-wrenching guilt, eating at his mind during all hours of sober consciousness. You never abandoned his dreams, either.
A month later, his neighbors called the police because of the smell.
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