when I suffer I draw my hyperfixation suffering too. You shouldn too :) /silly
(good luck on your exams!!!)
leon does not know math. he also cannot spell nor read nor write. some days, he is not sentient at all. i don’t think making him do my exam is going to end well
Have you read Resident Evil: Death Island manga? In Chapter 6 page 17 and 18 prison scene, there is a Cleon and Valenfield moment just like in the movie. Seeing Jill and Leon show concern for Chris and Claire because they are infected shows a strong chemistry. It makes me grin to see them all reunite together.
Yeaah, I love how this moment is framed in the manga. It feels so intimate. Like, the only thing separating them is indeed the cell bars, otherwise they would be in each other's arms.
Bonus: Dr. Taylor has no patience for their flirting in a life-or-death situation 🤭
Warnings: fluff, comfort, married life, parenthood
D: Felix, the male twin of the Redfield-Kennedy couple, seems to have inherited his father's insomnia, and when the little one hasn't slept, he's uncomfortable and just wants his mother, so when Claire Redfield hands Leon over the baby, Felix doesn't agree with the change, or rather... with his father.
Mentions: honorable mention to the one and only @vmddrawing who made this wonderful drawing, and in fact, the twins are from her own Cleon story, so if you're interested and you want to see more drawings, you should go follow her 👹
The morning slips in slowly through the window, pouring a soft golde light into the still, quiet room. Everything feels calm, except for one small detail.
Felix Alexander Redfield-Kennedy.
The male twin of the Redfield-Kennedy marriage.
Claire Redfield holds him in her arms, gently rocking him as she walks back and forth.
His eyes are wide open, big and curious, with a serious expression that seems far too mature for someone so small. He has barely slept all night.
“Shh… it’s okay, sweetheart…” Claire murmurs with a tired smile, brushing a small strand of hair away from his forehead.
Felix doesn’t cry. He never cries without a reason. But his look says everything: he’s tired, uncomfortable, and clearly not happy about the fact that he seems to have inherited his father’s insomnia.
From the doorway, Leon Kennedy watches the scene.
Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, he can’t help but smile. There’s something about the way Claire holds the baby, about how she speaks to him with endless patience, that completely captivates him.
“I could get used to this,” he says softly.
Claire looks up, raising an eyebrow with a small smile.
“To not sleep?”
“To watch you like this.”
Felix slowly turns his head towards Leon and looks at him.
Not just any look. It’s serious, steady, definitely judging.
Leon freezes
“Okay… that’s new,” he murmurs. “Is he judging me?”
Claire lets out a soft laugh.
“Always. Like Chris did.”
Leon steps a little closer, careful, like he doesn’t want to scare the tiny little menace.
“Hey…” he says softly, leaning closer to Felix. “It’s me, remember? Your amazing father, the one you got that judging look from.”
Felix doesn’t look away, he just blinks and tilts his head just a little. Still watching.
Leon tilts his head too, just like the little one.
“He’s definitely judging me.”
“Like father, like son,” Claire smiles and turns towards the closet. “I need a shower before I fall asleep standing,” she says as she starts looking for clothes.
She adjusts Felix in her arms without thinking, still rocking him gently.
Exactly as she did years ago with Leon when he was broken and dependent on alcohol.
Leon watches her again.
That mix of routine and tenderness pulls him in just like before.
“You should rest more,” he says, softer now.
“I will… in another life,” Claire replies, half joking.
She finds what she needs: a T-shirt, which is obviously not hers, comfortable pants, and leaves them on the bed.
Then she turns to Leon.
“Hey… can you take Felix for a moment? Penny is still asleep, so…”
Leon nods without hesitation.
“Of course.”
He steps forward and holds out his arms.
Claire carefully hands Felix to him.
Felix changes arms and he goes still.
He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t complain.
Which is weird because he complains when he’s uncomfortable and hasn’t slept.
Felix just looks at Leon close.
Closer than before. His eyes studying his face like he’s trying to memorize it, his eyes, his expression, the way he holds him…
Leon stays very still.
“Okay…,” he whispers. “This is intense.”
Claire smiles, watching them.
“He’s studying you.”
“For what?”
“To decide if you’re worthy of holding him.”
Leon lets out a small laugh.
“Well, I hope I pass.”
Felix keeps looking, serious, calm.
Too calm.
And surprisingly, he stays like that.
Leon blinks, a little surprised.
“Hey…” he murmurs. “I think he likes me.”
Claire raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t get excited.”
She walks toward the bathroom, but before going in, she turns one last time.
Felix is still in Leon’s arms. Watching.
“I’ll be right back,” she says.
And she goes inside. The door closes. The sound of running water fills the silence.
Leon looks down at Felix.
“Well…” he says softly. “Just you and me, huh?”
Felix blinks still watching him.
Leon smiles a little.
“It’s not that bad, right?”
Felix doesn’t answer.
But he doesn’t protest either.
Leon starts rocking him gently, a bit more confident now.
“We could get used to this…”
A few seconds pass.
Then two minutes.
Then a few more.
The sound of the shower continues.
And then, something changes.
Felix stops looking at Leon.
His eyes move, he searches.
He turns his head slightly.
Looks at the bathroom door.
Then around the room.
Blinks and frowns a little.
Leon notices.
“Hey… it’s okay…”
Felix looks at the door again and his breathing shifts slightly, so does his expression.
His lower lip trembles.
Leon tenses.
“No… no, no… hold on, mommy won't be long…”
Felix turns his head to where Claire was before.
She 's not there.
His frown deepens, and then, he makes a small pout.
A clear warning.
Leon’s eyes widen a little.
“No… don’t do it…”
Felix lets out a small sound.
A complaint.
Not crying, but close.
Leon rocks him more.
“Hey… look at me, look at me… I’m here too…”
Felix doesn’t want to look at him.
He keeps searching.
The door, the empty space.
His mother.
The pout gets bigger, more obvious.
And then it starts.
A small whine.
Then another.
And suddenly he bursts into tears.
Full of indignation.
Felix cries, turning his head, searching for Claire desperately, reaching his arms toward where she should be.
“Hey! I’m here! It 's me!” Leon says, trying to calm him, rocking him awkwardly. “Come on, buddy…”
But Felix is not interested, his crying gets louder, offended by the situation.
“This is betrayal!” Leon complaints.
Felix lets out another cry, burying his face into Leon’s shoulder, only to pull away, as if remembering it’s the wrong one.
“She’s just in the bathroom, she didn’t disappear…”
But for Felix, that’s not enough.
His world is his mom.
His world is Claire.
And Claire is not there.
From the crib, there’s movement.
Leon freezes again.
“No…”
Penelope moves.
“No, please…”
She opens her eyes and the moment she sees Leon, she smiles.
A big, bright and toothless smile, like everything in life is wonderful.
“Of course,” Leon mutters, resigned.
Penelope babbles happily, waving her arms, completely happy with anything.
Felix cries louder.
Leon looks at one, then at the other and sighs.
“Okay… this got complicated.”
The sound of the shower continues.
Claire hasn’t come out yet.
Len tries again with Felix, rocking him.
“Come on… calm down… she’ll be out soon…”
But Felix doesn’t want to calm down.
He wants his mom.
Penelope lets out a happy little laugh.
Leon tilts his head back for a second.
“One cries, the other laughs… perfect balance,” he murmurs.
He walks towards the crib, still holding Felix.
“Hey, my little angel… give me… give me a couple of minutes, okay?”
Penelope answers with another happy babble.
Felix shifts, uncomfortable.
Leon closes his eyes for a moment.
“Okay…” he says, taking a deep breath. “We can do this. Just a couple more minutes”
Felix doesn’t seem convinced.
Penelope does.
The sound of the water stops.
For a second, everything it’s waiting.
Felix is still whimpering in Leon’s arms, small sobs like he refuses to calm down until things are right again.
Leon, already at his limit, looks at the bathroom door.
“Please…” he murmurs. “Come back.”
The door opens and Claire steps out, wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet, drops of water sliding down her neck. She barely takes a step when Felix sees her.
He freezes, his eyes widen.
And then, with a small sound between a whine and relief, he reaches for her.
Pure need.
Claire doesn’t hesitate. She walks straight to them and takes him into her arms in one smooth and natural movement.
“I’m here, my little rookie…” she whispers, holding him closer to her chest.
Felix clings to her like he’ll never let go again.
He curls into her, hiding his face in her neck, breathing in small, shaky sobs that slowly begin to fade. His little hands grip the towel tightly, making sure she doesn’t disappear again.
Claire gently rubs his back kissing his head.
“Shh… it’s okay… I just left for a moment, you’re so dramatic…”
Felix lets out one last tiny complaint, as if to make his point clear, but he’s no longer crying.
He calms down and stays pressed against her, at peace.
Beside her, Leon exhales like he just survived something.
“You’re my savior.”
Claire smiles, still rocking Felix.
“He's like this because he barely slept,” she says softly. “When he’s tired, he just wants me.”
Leon looks at her for a moment, then steps closer.
Without saying anything, he wraps his arms around Claire from behind, resting his chin gently near her shoulder, careful not to bother Felix.
“Well… me too,” he murmurs.
Claire lets out a soft laugh.
“What a coincidence.”
Felix, still curled against her, opens one eye and looks at Leon.
Serious.
But this time, he doesn’t protest, as if, for now, he accepts him.
“I think I’m still on trial,” Leon whispers.
“Definitely.” Claire replies.
And then-
“Ooooohhhnnn!”
They both look at the crib.
Penelope, fully awake, fully happy.
Waving her arms to the ceiling.
Leon sighs, but he smiles anyway.
“Alright, you’re coming with me.”
He carefully steps away from Claire, walks to the crib, and picks her up.
“Hi, my little angel…”
Penelope immediately grabs his face.
“Hey, wait-”
Too late, she lunges forward and starts ‘kissing’ him.
Or more like… licking and chewing his face.
“Hey! That's not-” Leon tries to pull away, but she insists, happily covering him in drool. “Okay, okay… I get it…”
Penelope lets out a delighted babble, proud of herself.
Claire watches them, laughing softly, Felix still safe in her arms.
“See?” she says. “She does love you.”
Leon looks at her, his face slightly wet, expression defeated.
“Yeah… but I think she’s trying to eat me.”
Claire shakes her head, amused.
Felix, from the safety of her arms, watches everything quietly, calm, certain that his place is exactly where he is.
Meanwhile, Penelope keeps spreading love in her own way.
And Leon, trapped between the drool and laughter, just accepts his fate as her breakfast.
“Can I dress her today?” he asks, excited.
Claire adjusts Felix in her arms.
“Let me guess, you want to put the blue dress on her, Am I wrong?”
Leon looks up at Claire with a smile,
“You’re not wrong,” he says proudly. “Blue looks perfect on her.”
Claire lets out a soft laugh, gently rocking Felix, who is now completely relaxed again.
“She looks perfect in everything,” she says. “But that dress is the most uncomfortable one she has.”
Leon frowns, looking at Penelope like he’s rethinking everything.
Penelope, meanwhile, tries to bite his chin.
“It’s not uncomfortable," he says, dodging another ‘kiss’ attempt. “It 's elegant.”
“She’s five months old, Leon.”
“It’s never too early for style. We should already start getting them leather jackets. We can’t lose that essence.”
Claire shakes her head, amused.
“And it’s too early for them to have a dramatic father.”
Felix lets out a small sight, as if he were agreeing with his mother.
Leon glances at him.
“You can’t have an opinion,” he mutters. “Five minutes ago you were crying like I betrayed you.”
Felix opens one eye, looks at him, serious, then closes it again.
Claire smiles.
“He’s exhausted.”
“Just like someone else I know,” Leon says, looking at her.
Claire doesn’t answer, but her expression softens.
Penelope babbles again, pulling at Leon’s shirt.
“Alright, alright,” he says, adjusting her. “Let’s get you dressed before you try to eat me again.”
He walks to the changing table with her, she kicks happily, completely fine with anything as long as she gets attention.
Leon lays her down carefully and starts looking through her clothes.
He pulls out the blue dress with clear satisfaction.
“I knew I’d find it.”
Claire watches from the bed, now sitting down, with Felix finally asleep against her chest. Her fingers keep moving gently over his back, a soft and protective habit.
“You’re impossible,” she says, but her voice is full of love.
Leon smiles, focused on dressing Penelope.
“I know.”
He tries to put the dress over her head and Penelope decides this is the perfect moment to move.
A lot.
“Hey- no- stay still-” Leon laughs quietly, struggling gently. “I need cooperation here, agent.”
Penelope answers grabbing his nose.
“That’s not cooperation,” he says.
Claire watches, resting her head lightly against the wall, still smiling.
Felix sleeps and Penelope laughs,
Leon manages somehow and he gets the dress on, a bit crooked and he steps back to admire his work.
“Perfect.”
Penelope babbles proudly.
“Look at that,” Leon says, turning to Claire. “Perfection.”
Claire raises an eyebrow.
“It’s backwards.”
Leon blinks, looks at the dress and sighs.
“Details.”
Claire laughs quietly so she doesn’t wake Felix.
Leon fixes the dress properly this time and picks Penelope up again.
“Now it’s perfect,” he says. “Much better.”
Penelope immediately goes for another ‘kiss’.
“No- wait-” too late again.
Claire watches them with that soft, calm look.
She’s tired, yes, but she’s happy.
Leon walks back and sits next to her, Penelope in his arms.
For a moment, no one speaks.
Felix sleeps peacefully and Penelope plays with Leon’s shirt.
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