Author's Note: guys, i know i promised more yandere fics but i had to write this while the thought was still fresh in my mind, no regrets whatsoever.
Word Count: 742
Pairing: reader x leon s. kennedy
Warning: none, just pure fluff and domestic bliss, maybe my poor writing skills but thats it
Summary: i'm sure you can guess what it's about based on the title and the gif. anyways, i hope you enjoy this as much as i did.
‘Ready whenever you are.’
You grinned from ear to ear as you stared at the long anticipated response on your phone screen, anxiety and excitement bubbling with such aggression inside your chest you swear you could feel yourself about to explode.
But that would jeopardize the mission at hand and we can’t have that now can we.
Especially since you’ve been planning it for the past week with your best friend who was conveniently living less than a few blocks away.
Doing your best to suppress your emotions, you took a deep breath and made your way downstairs to the kitchen where your husband had been for the past half hour.
He was currently locked in a losing battle with a bowl of batter, the counter already littered with the charred remains of his previous attempts—a graveyard of failed flapjacks.
Without turning to face you he calls you over in hopes that you would save him from yet another failure but unfortunately for him, you had no intentions of doing any saving today.
Looking at your adorable clueless husband, you almost felt bad for what you were about to do.
Almost.
Then you would remember the countless times he had done the exact same thing to you where he now stood and all guilt faded away just as soon it appeared.
You responded to his call half heartedly as you waltzed towards him, feigning the tone of a helpful partner, your voice slightly wavering as the giddiness was now at max capacity.
Your eyes laser focused on your target.
“Honey?” Leon calls out again, now with a new tone of concern.
Realising time was running out, you quickly carried out the following action.
With your one hand raised high up into the air and with all the force you could muster up in your untrained arms, you swung your palm down towards his ass.
Twack.
The silence only lasted about a millisecond before giggles bursted out of you like fireworks on the fourth of July, your legs carrying you out the room just as fast.
It took him even less time than that to respond as you hear his heavy footsteps following you, the sound causing you to push yourself faster than ever before.
Swinging open the unlocked door, you jumped out of the porch without a care in the world that you were barefoot or the near scorching pavement and bolted for the getaway car in front of you.
Your friend screaming and cheering for you from inside the vehicle with the backseat window down, ready to drive away with you in it.
Just as you were throwing yourself into the car just like you had practiced, a set of arms encircled your waist, caging you to a familiar chest.
You yelled out jokingly in despair, screaming at your friend to save themselves while you were slowly carried back into the house.
Leon’s free hand smacks your ass in retaliation you did so, earning a surprised squeak out of you.
With the promise of a second attempt, your friend helplessly drove away laughing at your current position.
“Was any of that necessary?” Leon asks as he throws you onto the couch, his large frame blocking you from any potential exits.
“One thousand percent.” You were firm in your answer, your tone unwavering.
But it was cut short as your partner reaches out and begins to tickle you, the cruelest form of punishment for someone like you.
“I yield! I promise I’ll try not to do it again.” He pauses for a second, eyes glancing down at you with faint amusement before his fingers start to wiggle at your sides again, continuing the torture sentence.
After what felt like forever, Leon finally ceased his attack.
It took you longer to finally be able to catch your breath, your ribs aching from laughter as he settled his heavy weight next to you. Leaning in, his lips brushed against your ear, the playful glint in his blue eyes shifting into something more familiar—the look of a man who never lost his target.
'You’re getting faster,' he murmured, his hand resting with intent on your waist. 'But you should know by now, there’s no such thing as a clean getaway in this house.'
You grinned, leaning into his warmth.
It was good having your husband home. Even if it meant you’d be spending the rest of the morning as his favorite prisoner on the couch.
Author's Note: oops? took longer than expected but dw i'm keeping the promise i made. no beta, because, i have no one to show this to. hope yall enjoy.
Word Count: 3543
Pairing: fem!reader x yandere! leon s. kennedy
Warning: dark themes, character death, violent acts
Summary: leon kidnaps you, someone is offering to fix him, you don't want him fixed.
You couldn’t remember how long it’s been since you were forced into this new life, whisked away from the world and shoved into a gilded cage.
Not having access to a calendar certainly didn’t help.
You’d tried counting the days at first, etching the numbers into your mind like a lifeline. But the tally became a burden, a reminder of a world that had stopped looking for you. Eventually, you let the calendar go.
There was no escaping.
Bolted down windows, reinforced door locks, security cameras and the list goes on.
The world outside no longer existed to you, nor you to them. The only connection now between the two was your captor, Leon Kennedy.
A name that was foreign to you not too long ago, but the man behind the name is now all that you know. Up until a few months ago, he was nothing but a stranger to you and for a while, he was your abductor.
It never failed to surprise you on how life can change so drastically in such a short amount of time. The past felt like a fever dream, unrecognisable compared to the reality he had built for you.
The kitchen was a masterpiece of marble and chrome—a beautiful, sterile stage where Leon watched you play house, every luxury a silent promise that you would never need the world outside again.. It was a catalog-perfect sanctuary, stocked with every luxury—a gilded bribe to keep you from looking at the locks on the doors.
You were holding a bowl full of batter against your waist with one hand, the other holding a whisk to lightly fold the mixture evenly. A soft tune playing from a small CD player situated on the counter before you.
Quietly losing yourself to your own thoughts as you attempted to bake a cake for tonight’s dessert, the cookbook laying open with bits of flour dusting the pages.
The heavy thud of the front door didn't even break your rhythm nor did the heavy footsteps that crept towards you; your mind buried deep in your thoughts.
Arms suddenly enveloped your figure from behind, grounding you back into reality, a face suddenly burying itself into the crook of your neck. Your hand pauses for a moment and your shoulders shudder, an involuntary reaction from his breathing against your sensitive skin.
“Wha-” You whipped around only to be met with a face full of dirty blond hair and the scent of sharp leather, musk and citrus. You choose to ignore the hint of gunpowder that follows him like a shadow.
“So what are you making tonight?” He questions, peering up from your shoulder to meet your nervous gaze.
"The almond sponge you liked," you whispered. "The one from the book you brought home."
Your hands busies themselves as you pour the ready batter into a cake tin, his eyes never leaving your face.
He hums in response, he didn't remember the book, but that didn't matter. He’d bought so many things to fill the silence of your cage that the details had begun to blur.
Anything to keep you happy and content in this house, hoping that they would distract you from the idea of leaving, hoping that you would never want to.
As you picked up the round shaped tin to make your way to the preheated oven, you attempted to move out of his firm grip by gently nudging his shoulder away from you but there was no indication of his hold loosening.
Instead, his hand grabs the unfinished dessert from you and sets it back down on the marble counter before effortlessly sweeping you up from the ground and into a bridal carry. The action earning a gasp from you.
Leon makes his way down the hallway with your body snug against his chest and turns left into a cosy looking living room. It wasn’t a surprise that he chose to sit on the leather armchair as you had quickly learnt upon your arrival that it was his favourite spot in the house.
The position you were in used to feel like a trap, but now it felt like a sanctuary. His presence was the only thing that kept the noise of the world—and the memory of the pain—at bay.
It was a feeling that you had missed desperately, to be cared for in such a way. To not worry about the pain that you are oh so used to when it comes to human contact, the scars that decorated your body serve as a painful memory.
Sure, you had witnessed the violent things that he had committed with the hand that now caressed your cheek while the other loosely wrapped around your waist.
But you realised all that he has done, he did it for you, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. Thinking to yourself as you close your eyes, leaning into the comforting warmth of his gentle touch.
The rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat soothing you like a lullaby as you succumb yourself to sleep. Exhausted from the previous sleepless nights caused by anxiety and wondering if you would once again be alone.
The ache in your chest from the life before him, now aching for an entirely different reason.
As your eyes closed and your breathing slowed, you couldn’t see the way he was looking at you.
Watching your softened face with sheer bliss that buzzed throughout his entire soul.
He had spent the week-long mission terrified that the distance would break the fragile bond he had spent months weaving between you. Seeing you now, he felt a crushing relief—you hadn't unlearned how to belong to him while he was gone.
Two months ago, you couldn’t even glance his way without breaking down into a panic attack but now look at you.
Every minute, every second of the seven excruciating days had been absolute torture for the government agent. There wasn’t a single moment spent without him thinking of you, your expressions, your voice, your scent, and how to get back to you as soon as possible.
He would have declined taking the assignment but he knew he couldn’t because of the deal he made with the man in charge. Not if he wanted this new life with you with the very helpful support from management.
From the moment he laid eyes on you in that little diner, something dormant and jagged woke inside him.
You were akin to a lit candle in the darkest of rooms, blindingly bright and impossibly fragile, a single breath away from being snuffed out.
With the world a hurricane of disasters, it only made sense for you to be tucked away and into his safe grasp.
He would weaponize everything at his disposal to ensure that not a single drop reached you.
And now here you are—burning so bright only for him to see, the warmth experienced by him alone. All of you, finally and only, for him to have.
Finally, something that made it all worth it.
Before he could continue to intoxicate himself further with your addictive presence, a single door knock broke the peaceful silence.
The soft but firm thud unsettling as he was promised that for a minimum of 48 hours, he would not be disturbed.
Unless the culprit was someone who exempted themselves from laws and regulations, a deviant who believes that they can come and go as they please.
Spotting a flash of red outside the window confirmed his suspicions.
Once upon a time, he would have been over the moon to see her. But with years of waiting, being used and paired with the countless betrayals, that version of him has long upped and left.
As gently as he could, he unreluctantly lifted your limp figure and placed you on the three seater adjacent to him. His breath hitched as you shifted, your hand searching for the warmth that was suddenly lost.
It wasn’t until he placed a knitted blanket over you did you settle back down to a peaceful slumber, only then was he able to continue breathing.
Walking towards the door, Leon’s hand lightly glossed over the gun secured to his holster before moving down and feeling the leather handle of his knife.
Feeling assured with his weapons still on him, he unlocks the door with a click and opens to reveal a familiar black haired woman, someone that shouldn’t even be in the country given her status.
“Hey.” She greeted casually with a smirk, rising up from the porch and making her way into the house, dodging around his body with the grace of a feline.
Trailing a finger along his arm as she does so.
“Didn’t invite you in.” He grunted, briskly brushing off her touch as if it were dirt, the action not unnoticed by the spy.
“Didn’t think I needed one.” Her eyes glanced around the house before setting on something, as if having found her target. The pit of unease begins to form and grow in his stomach.
Her smirk widens as she spots your innocent sleeping form on the couch, blissfully ignorant to the intruder who was a few feet away from her.
Leon’s body tenses up when she shifts her direction and takes a few steps over to you, knowing that her intentions were anything but good.
With a surge of rage and overcome by the need to keep you away from the mercenary, he rapidly reached out with one hand and clasped it around Ada’s shoulder before yanking her back violently.
Swiftly securing her in a firm chokehold, he backs them away from the living room and into the study across the hallway, pushing her up against a bookshelf hidden behind a wall so they would be out of your sight should you wake up.
“What do you want?” He gritted out, harsh eyes never leaving her still smug face, his hold on her unrelenting.
Without answering him, her eyes quickly shifted to your direction. The sudden action causes him to subconsciously look over as well, allowing her to take the opportunity to slip out of his grasp.
Waltzing over to the study table in the centre of the room, the heels of her boot clacking sharply against the polished wooden floors furthering the tension in the room.
“I missed you, it's been a while.” She smiles fondly into the distance as if reminiscing a past long gone.
Leon snorts, knowing that the only thing she missed was his service, the things that he offered like information and protection. That was all he was to her, a tool.
“You’ve been busy I see. I’m just here to find out what it is.” Changing the topic, he recognises the prodding but does nothing to show it until she brings up your name.
“Don’t fucking say her name.” He hisses out. How dare she. The name felt filthy coming from her mouth—a gutter-born mercenary breathing the same air as his porcelain secret. Someone so unworthy of even breathing the same air as you. Just like the rest of the world.
“She really has you on a tight leash huh?” Ada looks almost shocked at his hostility but does a good job at concealing it, the only indication being an ever so slight raise of her eyebrow.
“Interesting. A new kind of virus?” She muses to herself, glancing up and down at him as if he was the latest experiment. In the past, her display of interest in him would have made him gleeful but he at present thought of the action as nothing but downright disgusting.
Done with the conversation, he whips out his gun and gestures for her to leave. However, the weapon does little to intimidate a woman of her field.
“C’mon Leon, that’s no way to invite a lady to dance.” She still thinks that she has the upper hand, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation and that he is no longer the same man she last saw.
The man who was desperately searching for salvation in every crook and cranny, something that could wash away the blood on his hands and bring back the humanity in him.
Now, he finally had someone who was worth all the sacrifices. He was practically inches away from a dream that once seemed impossible and he wasn’t going to let anyone take it from him.
The safety clicked off—a small, mechanical death knell. In his eyes, the admiration Ada once held had been replaced by a cold, predatory vacuum. Her eyes widened as she registered the scene before her. Sure they may have had a few scuffles here and there but never has he ever threatened her safety the way he is doing now.
But the hollowlook in his eyes is unmistakable, the cold gaze of a man who is prepared to eliminate his target. That’s all she has been reduced to, something to get rid of.
With newfound realization sinking in, Ada does what she knows best.
Manipulate, distract and deflect.
“Leon, don’t you think this is all a little strange? Think about it.” His grip on the trigger loosens a smidge and this encourages her to continue.
“You met her and all of a sudden, your whole world revolves around her. It’s not healthy for you or her.” His eyes softened a little at the mention of you but there was clear hesitation as well.
He wanted you to be happy but surely you were happy to be here with him? You needed him.
Right?
“She needs you to be better, for the both of you. Let me help.” Slowly, she walks over and reaches a hand out to him. Her mind entirely set on disarming him and zero intentions of staying true to her promise.
In his mind, he starts to doubt all the actions that have led up to this moment. He remembers how you have fought back so aggressively back then, all the things you’ve said. He thinks of the way you stare into the distance when you believe he wasn’t looking.
Could it be because of him?
Time stood still for that moment, neither of them dared to take another breath as tensions remained high.
Determined to break through, she whispers those final words while her hand inches closer to the gun that was loosening in his grip.
“I can fix you, Leon.”
Thud.
Thump.
Blood began to spill across the wooden floor. It’s dark red dyeing the cream rug nearby as it gradually soaks up the liquid.
Leon blinks.
He stares down at the still body of the woman that he had once held so much respect and admiration for.
Now reduced to nothing but another rotting corpse before him.
His gun remained cool to his touch.
He hears a clank coming from his left and his eyes look over to the direction of the sound to see you standing with legs parted in a firm stance.
For once, it was not you that he was focused on but the item you were clutching tightly that was probably now warm to your touch. It was a simple handgun that he had once hidden in the couch for emergencies.
Not very well hidden it seems.
Your breathing is calm and your eyes coldly stare at the deceased woman in red.
Less than three minutes ago, you had woken up to the muffled voice of a woman. You hadn’t been a deep sleeper for a long time so it didn’t take much to wake you.
Especially since it was the sound of a stranger.
It had been months since your arrival to this house and you had never seen another living person since then.
Feeling anxious, you tuned into their conversation as your hand reaches between the cushions and feels for something cold and hard.
It didn’t take long for you to understand what was happening.
She was taking him away from you.
It started in the silvered lines across your ribs, the jagged reminders of a life filled with "undeserved beatings." Those old scars didn't just ache; they itched, a frantic, stinging heat that demanded you remember the pain of the world outside. Ada wasn't offering freedom; she was offering to throw you back into the hurricane that had nearly snuffed you out.
No, she couldn’t do that. Can she?
He clearly wanted you, why else would he go through all this effort to keep you locked up in this house where only he had access to you.
But if that were the case, why was he not moving? The gun was in his hands but he was making no moves to use it.
Her final words stuck something deep and primal in you as you finally grip onto the item you were searching for.
Your fingers tightened around the cold steel of the handgun. The itch intensified, a phantom fire spreading across your shoulders and down your spine, screaming at you that this woman was a threat to your sanctuary.
You didn't hesitate. The recoil jolted painfully against your joints, but your gaze remained steady. You watched the woman in red collapse—a broken doll in a dress that was suddenly the wrong shade of crimson.
You should’ve felt remorse, horror, anything of the sort.
But as Ada’s body hit the floor, the frantic itching finally subsided, replaced by the heavy, beautiful silence of the house.
It was disgusting to see her using you to manipulate him the way she did, to separate the two of you. To remove the only shield you had guarding you against the evils of the outside world.
Sure you may have felt uneased by his actions in the beginning, you were suspicious of his motives.
The world has long shown you that no one could be trusted. No one cared about anything but themselves.
Leon proved you wrong.
He helped you, saved you even.
Because of him, you never had to spend another day writhing in pain from a random undeserved beating.
Never again will you ever need to suffer at the hands of your abusers and he has made sure of that.
Permanently.
For as long as you could remember, he had been nothing but good to you.
He was the only person who made you laugh in a world that had only ever made you weep; only his hand could touch your skin without leaving bruises; his kindness was the only mercy you had ever known.
He had traded your bruises for silk. In this house, the only price for your peace of mind was your presence. He didn't ask for much—only everything you were.
You intended to spend the rest of your life with him and no one was going to stand in your way.
Seeing the woman now dead on the ground, you continue to curse at her in your head.
“He doesn’t need it.”
Leon pauses for a second and his eyes lit up.
His heart now beating several miles an hour at the revelation of your words.
Tossing his own gun away, he makes his way over to you and does the same with yours before collapsing against you, his face buried in your neck as he lets out a jagged, shuddering breath.
"I thought I would lose you," he choked out, his voice quiet and heavy with dark relief. "I thought you’d see her and... remember the world."
His fingers gently grip at your chin and direct your gaze to meet his, you don’t resist.
“I don’t want you fixed, please, don’t abandon me.” You whispered so softly, he almost missed it.
"You did it for us," he whispered, a terrifyingly beautiful smile twitching at his lips. "You stayed. You chose me."
For him, you took a life with your bare hands, blood that will now never be washed off.
He looked at you and felt a surge of predatory pride. He hadn't just kept you; he had infected you. You were no longer his victim–no—you were his accomplice.
Now, there was nowhere else in the world you could go. No one else would ever have you now
He sees the look in your eyes, ones that he sees in his own reflection when he is around you.
You were made for him and tonight’s event only solidified that belief.
The blonde is ashamed that he has ever doubted your feelings for him but at least now he knows that he has all the time in the world to make up for it.
As he held you, he reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek.
He didn't look at the body on the ground.
He only looked at you, only you. His eyes wide with a dark, renewed worship. You weren't just his captive anymore. You were his justification.
In that one, violent act, you had claimed your place in his shadow. He felt a dark, renewed purpose surge through him; if this house was your cage, he would line its bars with velvet and gold until you forgot there was ever a sky beyond the ceiling.
'Good girl,' he breathed, the words vibrating against your skin.
