summary: you’ve been waiting for the call you never want to receive, but it doesn’t come
warnings: mentions of death/injury, potential age gap but not specified, angst, implied smut/nsfw themes
word count: 1.4k
a/n: i feel very out of practice writing, especially for leon, but requiem is the only thing ive been able to think about for weeks and now that i’ve finished it, i’m not sure what to do with myself. i hope you enjoy this 🖤
it had been days since leon left. days spent waiting at the kitchen table, your laptop open in front of you, phone by your side in case he called; or worse, sherry called to tell you he was gone. your fingers tapped the screen awake nearly every five minutes in the dot, hoping for any kind of update, only to be met with nothing but your lockscreen, a photo of you and leon on your wedding day staring back at you.
your head thumped against your arms, folded in front of you on the table as you fought to stay awake, your back aching from sleeping in a dining chair for the last two nights.
you sighed, shutting your laptop with a soft thud as you grabbed your phone and shuffled toward the bedroom you shared with leon, your husbands side of the bed neat and untouched.
you pulled one of his t-shirts over your head, checking your phone one more time before plugging it in and setting it on the nightstand, making sure your notification volume was on full before crawling under the covers.
after tossing and turning for nearly an hour, you rolled over onto leon’s pillow, the smell of his colognes lingering just enough to lull you to sleep, your tired eyes wet with tears as you drifted off.
you weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep when the sound of a creaking door woke you, and your hand reached instinctively for the pistol leon kept in his nightstand. disoriented by the darkness of the room, you carefully removed the safety as you listened to footsteps approaching the room, and you squinted your eyes as the door opened slowly. light from the hallway flooded in, blocked partially by a large silhouette, shoulders held slightly higher than the last time you’d seen him. of course you’d recognize him, even in the darkness of the night.
“leon?” your voice cracked, and you lowered the gun, setting it on the nightstand and turning on the lamp.
“hey,” he said, a smiles evident in his voice.
throwing the covers off your legs, you rushed out of bed, throwing your arms around him in a hug. your grip was tight enough to knock the wind out of him as his arms circled around you, holding you just as tight.
“you’re alive,” you whispered in disbelief, like this might be a dream, a cruel joke by your subconscious.
“i’m alive,” he agreed, nuzzling his head into the space between your neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of your body wash lingering on your skin.
“i thought -“ the words caught in your throat, unable to leave. “i was so worried about you.” you tried to pull away enough to look at him, but he held you closer.
“i know. i’m so sorry,” he kissed the side of your head, his lips lingering there as your fingers clawed at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his body beneath the material.
his arms loosened around you slightly, letting your eyes meet his finally, before they glanced frantically to his neck, your arms sliding from around his neck to allow your hands to tilt his jaw to the side.
“it’s gone,” you choked out, eyes searching for the black infection that had marked his skin like a stain. you looked back up at him, a smile on his face as he met your gaze again.
“it’s gone. i’m okay,” he promised.
“you’re okay,” you repeated in disbelief, voice barely a whisper. you pulled him into a kiss, hands still cradling his face as tears spilled from your eyes.
you missed this, him, everything. his laugh, his warmth, his smell, his touch. he had only been gone a few days, but he hadn’t been himself in a long time. you could tell he felt better just by the way he stood; he looked lighter.
“what happened, leon?” you asked, and something in his eyes told you it wasn’t something he wanted to relive just yet, as much as he always told you everything.
“it’s late, i’ll explain in the morning. for now, let’s get you to bed,” he said, pulling away from the kiss. “i’m gonna go shower, and then i’ll join you.”
“don’t take too long,” you pleaded, missing the feeling of him next to you already as you crawled back into bed.
“promise.”
ten minutes later, leon emerged from the bathroom, dressed in just pyjama pants, his hair still damp. your eyes lingered on his torso, a scattering of new cuts and bruises you would ask him about tomorrow.
he slid into bed next to you, and you immediately snuggled into his arms, his skin warm from the shower.
“why didn’t you call? to say you were okay?” you mumbled as his fingers drew little shapes on the bare skin of your arm.
“i didn’t want to wake you,” he replied genuinely. “and honestly i was sort of on autopilot. i barely remember the drive home - i just knew i had to get home to you.”
“i didn’t know that fancy car of yours had auto pilot,” you teased, kissing the newly unblemished skin of his neck softly.
“you have to pay extra for that,” he laughed, his chest shaking softly with the vibration. “but you know what i meant.”
“i know,” you hummed. “but for the record, if you go radio silent for days and i think you might be dead, i’d gladly take the wake up call to know that you’re alive.”
“noted,” he agreed, placing a kiss on your forehead.
despite how tired you were, sleep didn’t come easy; too may emotions running through you to allow your brain and heart to settle.
you placed another kiss to his throat, letting your mouth linger there for a while as the scent of his body wash filled your nose.
his hands slid under your shirt to rest just above your hips, pulling you on top of him.
your lips found his in a kiss that quickly turned heated, exchanging words without needing to say them aloud.
i missed you
i love you
don’t ever scare me like that again
i’m sorry
i know
“thought we were going to bed?” you said breathlessly as you separated from the kiss.
“we are,” he smirked. “i didn’t say anything about sleeping.”
-
the sunlight creeped through a crack in the curtains, tickling your nose and stirring you awake. you hummed softly as you curled closer into leon’s side, your bodies covered only by the bedsheet after last night.
“good morning,” his voice was gravelly with sleep.
“good morning, my love.”
“how did you sleep?” he asked, hand gliding down your side to rest on your thigh.
“like a rock, thanks to you,” you laughed, memories of the many positions he had you in last night playing in your head. “you must be feeling better, we haven’t gone that many rounds in a while.”
“yeah, i feel better than i have in ages,” he admitted, before pinching your thigh between his fingers. “up for another?”
“i thought you were supposed to be old?” you teased, rolling over to rest your head on his chest.
“very funny. is that a no, then?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile.
“i didn’t say that,” you replied, kissing along his jaw line. “whatever it takes to get you to stay in this bed with me all day.”
he placed his hands firmly on your sides, rolling you onto your back and crawling on top of you. you missed the weight of his body on yours, wanting to be as close to him as possible, and even that still didn’t feel like enough.
“you sure?” he asked, his mouth close to your ear as he placed open mouth kisses along your throat. “there’s always the living room, the shower, the kitchen counter…” he trailed off, punctuating each word with another kiss. your hips rolled upwards against his at the suggestion, fingertips digging into his broad shoulders.
“tempting -“ your breath caught in your throat as his teeth bit softly at the flesh of your neck. “but there’s always tomorrow… and the next day.. and the next-”
leon pulled back, before placing a long kiss against your lips. you had spent so long living on borrowed time; and now you had all the time in the world. the uncertainty of the virus was gone, leaving only you and your husband, two parts of the same soul, finally whole again.
johnny is clingy in every sense of the word. he loves to be around you, loves talking about you, always finding some way to bring you up in conversation. the rest of 141 knows your favourite colour, favourite tv shows, you name it. always finds some way to be touching you, whether that’s holding your hand, his arm around your shoulder, or sitting with you in his lap.
johnny is a capital c CUDDLER. it’s a ritual at this point that whenever he comes home (or whenever you get back from a mission if you’re a part of tf141), that you spend the first few hours back cuddled up in bed or on the couch. he’s always warm, in a way that leaves your bed feeling cold when he isn’t there, and clinging to him like your own personal heater when he is.
johnny wants nothing more than to hold you close; it helps the stress of the job leave and lets him finally relax. as much as he jokes around and usually seems pretty untouchable, the things he’s seen/done do affect him. laying with his head on your chest and listening to your heart beating helps him sleep easier. even more so if you run your fingers through his hair. he’ll hum softly, the sound vibrating against your collarbone as he drifts off to sleep.
people seem to headcanon soap as a horndog - and i’m not saying he isn’t down whenever you are - but he’s more than that. he’s also soft kisses, gentle touches that remain innocent. moments that aren’t intimate in that way, but somehow are even more intimate. he wears his heart on his sleeve for you. “love ya so much i cannae think straight, bonnie.” he mumbles, blue eyes staring into yours. “i love you more,” you argue, kissing him softly, his arms around your back as you lay on top of him on the couch. “nae, i doubt that.”
johnny sleeps like a fucking rock. you think (know) that he does it on purpose, but if he falls asleep on top of you, you’re not going anywhere until he wakes up. his head tucked in the crook of your neck and his arms around you in a bear hug as he lets his full body weight rest on top of you. (you secretly love it). he’s your own personal weighted blanket.
lazy mornings on the couch wrapped in each others arms are one of the things he misses most when he’s gone. he has a teddy bear you gave him at base that you sprayed with your perfume, but it’s not the same. he misses the way you slide your cold hands under his t shirt to rest on his chest, fingers tangling in the chain of his dog tags.
wraps his arms around your waist from behind while you cook or while you’re getting ready, just observing your movements. you spend so much time apart, he never wants to leave your side when he’s home. bubble baths together, your back pressed against his chest as you sit between his legs, his arms around you until the water goes cold. “let’s get ya to bed before ya start to prune, bonnie,” he mumbles, kissing your shoulder softly.
johnny loves if you’re clingy too. he melts whenever your wrap yourself around him so he can’t get up in the morning, even if he’s almost been late getting to base multiple times. his heart flutters in his chest everytime you tug his hand into yours, or wrap your arms around his bicep.
johnny who always waits for you to let go first when hugging you, and he gives the best hugs, so sometimes you just don’t let go. congratulations, you’ve invented cuddling while standing up. everyone knows you two are a matching set; please do not seperate
a/n: i need a hug from this man so bad can you tell 🥺
🖤 your relationship perplexes a lot of people. if a stranger was asked to guess which of the 141 men was your husband, from looks alone, ghost would be the clear choice. matching black eyeliner, dark clothes, sharp tongue.
🖤 new recruits often wrongly assume you and ghost are a couple, which does scare off a lot of unwanted advances from the odd brave soul that chooses to approach you. (not that you need any help scaring them away on your own)
🖤 but no, the golden retriever to your black cat is johnny. the sun to your moon, light to your darkness. sure, he isn’t all rainbows and kittens himself, but his bright smile and constant jokes don’t exactly match your brooding stare and all black wardrobe. but they do say opposites attract, and in this case at least, the cliche rings true.
🖤 it’s a running joke that you and simon are known simply as ‘the twins’, which always earns a synchronized eye roll, only proving the point. spooky nicknames? you’ve heard them all: wednesday and pugsley, doom and gloom, the list goes on, despite the death glares in response from you and the lieutenant. price is surprisingly the one who bugs you most with the nicknames, you’re just lucky he hasn’t seen that many movies.
🖤 soap doesn’t care much for interior design, letting you have free reign of the furniture and decor choices in your house. doesn’t care if it looks like a spirit halloween or a haunted mansion, as long as you’re happy. will curl up with you under a mass of black blankets on the couch and watch as many horror movies as you want, he just wants to hold you. you love snuggling with him, and he knows it, even if you’d stab anyone who suggested you might secretly be clingy.
🖤 matching halloween costumes? he’s down for anything, whether it’s scary, sexy, or anything in between. will do anything you say if you’re wearing fishnets or platform boots/heels; he’s putty in your hands.
🖤 soap loves you exactly how you are, even if he is insufferable sometimes.
“aye, love my spooky wife.”
“my little vampire bat.”
“she’s a witch alright, casted an unbreakable love spell on me years ago.”
🖤 arguably worse is when he decides to tease you with… less fitting nicknames.
“anythin’ for you, sunshine.”
“come here, princess. wanna cuddle.”
you might have killed him for that one if you didn’t love him so much. good thing you’re secretly a huge softy; only for johnny though.
🖤 something about his personality allows you to let your guard down, embrace the softer sides of yourself. you’d deny it if anyone brought it up, but you sleep with a build a bear he made you every night. (sure it’s a bat, but that’s just proof that your husband knows you well)
🖤 always tries to make you smile, like it’s a personal challenge for him to break through your cold exterior. he’s damn good at it and he knows it, no matter how hard you try not to crack, you can’t help it. his personality has a way of melting even the coldest hearts.
🖤 johnny has his favourite picture of you in his wallet. the sun is shining on your face outside one day in your backyard, a huge smile on your face, still dressed in all black despite the summer heat. he doesn’t remember what he said to make you laugh so hard, but he knew in that moment he was gonna marry you someday.
🖤 what can i say, soap has a knack for collecting the spooky ones.
warnings: drinking, minor violence, slightly suggestive
“you must be out yer bloody mind,” soap laughed, shaking his head over the rim of his pint glass at gaz, who had a drunken smile on his face.
“trust me, you’ll like it,” kyle promised. “here i’ll tell ya what, i’ll even pay for it.”
“just do it so he’ll shut up about it,” ghost chimed in, patting johnny on the shoulder with a gloved hand.
the 141 were at a bar on an extended layover, an unexpected stop on their way home from a mission. a sign out front caught kyle’s eye, and he had dragged his three team mates in with him.
“fine, but ya owe me for this,” soap pointed a finger at gaz before finishing his beer and standing from the booth, letting his feet carry him to the bar.
the line thinned out, and he absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the sticky bar counter as you turned and looked up at him.
“what can i get you, handsome?” you asked, and he swore his heart stopped beating for a second. unable to form words, he was thankful that gaz stepped in to do the talking for him.
“my friend here would like a hurricane shot,” he smiled, throwing an arm around johnnys shoulders.
“yeah?” you smiled, raising an eyebrow quizzically. “does your friend know what that is and can he ask for himself?” you teased, eyes on johnny the whole time.
“aye, he hasn’t shut up about it,” soap elbowed kyle in the ribs, the taller man bending over with a soft ‘oof’.
“alright, one hurricane shot coming up,” you smiled, and gaz slid over a few bills across the counter to you. “take a seat.”
“yes ma’am,” soap sat at the bar across from you as you poured him a shot of liquor and readied a cup of water. gaz took a step back, already laughing to himself at the fact that he was able to convince his friend to do this; although it hadn’t honestly taken that much convincing. and if soap had seen you sooner, he would been at the bar the second they got there.
“bottoms up,” you smirked, placing the shot glass in front of the blue eyed man, who shook his head, but smiled at you before downing the bitter liquid. as he tipped his head back down, you splashed the glass of water in his face and slapped him hard, the impact of your palm hitting his cheek ringing in his ears.
while the novelty of the whole gimmick had quickly worn off for you, becoming more of a tiresome thing creepy guys asked you to do, it wasn’t every night that someone so handsome walked up and ordered a slap to the face.
you could tell he was military, both by the way he carried himself and the size of his muscular arms. you also could generally pick out the type when they came in to the bar, usually in small groups who mostly kept to themselves.
“bloody hell,” soap smiled, shaking his head lightly, water dripping down his face and catching in his dark eyelashes. “quite the arm ya got there, bonnie.”
“thanks,” you laughed, handing him a napkin to dry himself off, the material of his shirt clinging to his chest in the spots it had gotten damp. not that you were looking.
“remind me not to piss you off,” he smirked, standing up from the bar and slicking his mohawk back. the scar across his chin told you he had taken far worse than a slap before, but he wasn’t exaggerating; if people were gonna pay to get slapped, you weren’t gonna hold back.
“anything else i can get ya?”
“nah, i think ya done more than enough,” johnny smiled, sliding you a few extra bills as a tip.
“let me know if you change your mind,” you smiled, and johnnys knees threatened to buckle as your fingers tucked the cash into your bra.
you thought to yourself that it was almost too easy, but still, it was fun to tease him.
“will do,” kyle added, and you watched the two men walk back to their table, shaking your head in amusement.
“was it everything you dreamed of?” price asked, as they sat back down.
“it was bloody brilliant,” soap sighed as he sank into his seat.
“i think he’s in love,” kyle teased, and johnny couldn’t even argue, head still spinning in a daze.
“we’re never drinking anywhere else,” he declared.
“we’re flying home tomorrow, sergeant,” ghost reminded him.
“you all might be; i’m moving here.”
•
it was 5 minutes to closing time and you were wiping down the bar when a certain pair of blue eyes met yours.
“last call was 10 minutes ago, sweetheart,” you scolded, and while he wasn’t stupid enough to think you were doing anything other than your job by flirting with him, he still felt the effects.
“came ta say goodbye, bonnie.”
“aww, i was worried i’d have to cry myself to sleep without one,” you teased, but an amused expression spread across your face. you were used to guys making an effort to get you to leave with them, but this seemed more earnest. or maybe you were distracted by his muscles again.
“happy to be of service then,” he grinned.
“so you’re leaving town?”
“afraid so.”
“vacations over then i guess. back to work saving the world?” you asked, tossing the rag aside and leaning against the bar. soap tried to keep his eyes on yours, not letting them wander downward at the way your arms crossed over you chest in that low cut top- “hey, eyes up here,” you caught him staring anyway, and if his cheek wasn’t already red from when you’d slapped him, you would’ve seen the blush that heated his face.
although you were scolding him, you didn’t mind him looking, considering you were standing that way intentionally.
“how’d ya know i-“ he asked, wondering what gave away his profession, not that you’d been specific.
“you look the type, that’s all,” you shrugged. “you’re prettier than most of the other military guys that come through here, though.”
“that so?” he asked, leaning closer, no longer sure that you were just being nice since it was your job anymore; the bar had closed by now after all.
“mhmm,” you hummed. “i’m sure you have an early flight to catch, it would be really inconsiderate of me to ask you to walk me home,” you sighed playfully.
“well i can’t let a lass as beautiful as yourself walk home alone,” he played along. “besides, i can sleep on the plane. hell, they can strap me to the wing for all i care. get your coat,” he instructed, and you smiled, kissing him on the cheek where a faint bruise in the shape of your hand had begun to form.
“yes sir,” you teased.
“she’s gonna bloody kill me,” johnny muttered under his breath as you walked to the back to get your jacket. he sent a quick text to the guys - who had stepped outside for a smoke - not to wait for him, before sliding his phone back into his pocket as you reappeared.
“ready to go?” you asked, a black jacket now thrown over your tight fitting top and shorts. now without the bar counter between you, soap was able to give you a proper up and down look, and his arm went around your shoulder with a smile.
“lead the way, bonnie.”
maybe he should listen to gaz more often.
a/n: this idea was better in my head but i said i was gonna write it so here it is lol
