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someday my prince (adam glenn x reader fics) will come
Requesting Adam Glenn/reader. Contains spoilers for the movie!!
Do you remember the part in the movie where Skeletor stabs Adam with what's left of the Sword of Power and he messes with Adam's mind a bit, looking in on moments of his life on Earth and playing up his insecurities? Well, I wonder what would one of those scenes may have been like if Adam had not been single and instead had had a steady, loving girlfriend on Earth.
Skeletor probably couldn't humiliate him and play on his insecurities here in the same way he did in the other scenes, so how might that have differed? What would Skeletor have to do to manipulate or corrupt a memory that is good and positive? And would reminding Adam about the woman he left on Earth without getting the chance of saying goodbye to be a mistake if the goal is, at least in part, making him want to just accept his death and die?
Shattered Memories
A/N: It was interesting getting to rewrite a scene to both keep the original themes and to introduce new ones! This is a bit short and sweet and thats mostly because I rushed the parts that I wanted to stay the same from the movie... like we know what Skeletor says in the office and what the sorceress says in the death scene, I wanted to write what I thought would change :)
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Adam was thrown back by the force of the sword breaking, his body crashing against the floor in an explosion of pain. He couldn’t breathe.
The sword of power had just shattered like glass. It was supposed to be the vessel of Grayskull’s power; it wasn’t meant to do that. And if the sword of Grayskull wasn’t enough to defeat Skeletor, Adam thought as he landed, what was?
He saw it as he tried to move. The hilt of the sword lay with a jagged edge near Skeletor’s feet, and with dread Adam watched as the villain stooped to pick it up. With the staff in one hand and the so-called ‘sword of power’ in the other, Skeletor began to stride towards Adam, who desperately tried to claw away, his entire body aching with the effort.
He couldn’t become He-Man without the sword. And if he couldn’t be He-Man than he knew that he would surely die.
Skeletor mocked him as he approached, setting his staff down to free a hand, “Well would you look at that,” His glowing red eyes traced the jagged edge of the sword, “It seems your sword is worthless. Nothing more than a cheap toy to play with…” His eyes moved from the sword to Adam as he finally reached him, stooping over him “How curious without it… what are you?”
Adam felt bile and fear rise in his throat at the taunts. He hadn’t said goodbye to you before he left. He had assumed that he’d be back to see you again.
“Whom are you?” Skeletor continued to taunt, “Let’s have a look.” With that, Skeletor’s taloned hand landed on Adam’s head, ripping at his hair, and burning like hellfire against his scalp. Adam writhed as he tried to pull away, but he was sure if he pulled any harder that his scalp would come right off. All he could focus on was the white hot blinding pain that seemed to engulf his entire being, there was not a thought in his head until-
The pain recedes. Not entirely, just enough. Adam opens his eyes to find himself on the sidewalk in front of a bagel shop.
He knows this bagel shop.
A girl runs out with a small brown paper bag clutched in her hand. Its you. Of course its you. And for a moment Adam forgets the danger, the pain, the broken sword, because he is seeing the day he met you through his eyes again and you look just as beautiful as he remembers. The sunrise of the early morning hits you just right and he swears that if this is what death feels like then he’d rather be dead.
You end up in front of him, slightly flustered and slightly winded, and all Adam can do is grin at you.
You held the bag out to him like a lifeline, “I saw you take it off your order because of the price,” you took a couple of breaths, trying to steady your heart, “but I think they’re really good so I wanted you to have one.” You looked at him with such sincerity that Adam was ready to drop everything, quit his job, forget the sword, just so he’d have enough time to enjoy this bagel with you.
But he still feels the twinge of pain in his scalp, and all of a sudden the memory is interrupted by a taloned hand snatching the bag right out of your hands. Adam’s heart is filled with despair as he remembers exactly where he is and exactly what is happening, and as he sees the illusion of you smile over at the shadow next to you.
“Dear boy… tut tut,” Skeletor drawled, tracing a claw over the curve of your face, you standing unbothered, “losing sight of your goal for such a pretty creature. If you hadn’t lost focus to pursue her, perhaps you would have arrived in time to save your poor daddy or your poor planet.”
Adam tried to turn and run, to get away, from the vision of Skeletor stroking your cheek, but before he could take a step, he was slammed back into the floor of Castle Grayskull, scalp once again burning with the heat of a thousand wicked suns.
“It… wasn’t like that.” He grunted through the pain. And he meant it. He hadn’t lost track of his goal. He just found someone to share it with, someone who encouraged him… someone who believed him. You surely had spurred him on with your kind words… right? He was here because of your help…. Right?
Skeletor gripped ever so slightly harder, “No?” He slammed Adam’s head back into the step.
Again, the pain receded, and Adam forgot where he was for a second, only a second before he recognized… a date with you. Maybe not the first date but he couldn’t tell because it was a spot you always came back to. It was a fancy-looking restaurant that was near his apartment, and you had gone on multiple dates there all the way up to a couple of nights before he had returned to Eternia. His eyes scanned the place, even recognizing the waitress who was taking an order nearby.
“…Adam?”
And there you were, sitting across the table wearing a dress that he had helped you pick out. You were watching him fondly, no malice in your eyes.
Adam took one last glance around the room before responding, “Yeah- yeah sorry, what were you saying?”
“I was just asking if you’ve had any luck finding the sword yet. You made it sound like you had a lead the other day?” You giggled at him; arms folded in front of you as you awaited his response. Adam thought that he’d never heard you giggle. Not like that at least.
Adam blinked and you were gone, and in your place was Skeletor, who didn’t hesitate to rise to his feet and snake one grimy hand back into Adam’s hair, dragging him from his seat and through the restaurant.
“You left her,” he snarled, “you’ve betrayed her for your planet and you’ve betrayed your planet for her… and now you’re left with nothing.”
Skeletor took a moment to glare into Adam’s eyes, “You’ve never deserved either of them.” And he slammed Adam’s head back into the floor.
And the pain receded, and Adam was staring at a sterile white ceiling. His boss was above him, her grin spread from ear to ear. This time Adam knew that something was wrong. He didn’t have time to brace or react before Skeletor strutted into the room, continuing on with his beratements.
“…What even is this place.”
Adam let out an exasperated breath, “Human resources.”
And suddenly the pain wasn’t in his scalp, it was in his neck. Skeletor had gripped Adam’s neck with the superhuman strength of a space villain and had him suspended off the floor. Adam could only pray to whatever god was left to let him just die.
Skeletor spat insult after insult at him. But Adam felt his veins turn to ice when Skeletor drawled, “Eternia isn’t your home… it’s a dream of something you’re not.”
And Adam was slammed back into reality, awoken with a burning hand still in his hair, and his sword still gripped in Skeletor’s hands, and wish to have said goodbye to you still flickering in his panicked mind. His mind raced. He didn’t deserve to say goodbye to you. He didn’t deserve the trust of his people. He had tried to serve two purposes, two worlds, and he had failed both in the most damaging way he could have managed. He had left you without a word. He had given his people hope that he could not follow through on.
Skeletor snarled, breaking Adam’s racing thoughts, “And that dream...” Skeletor stabbed the sword straight into Adam’s chest, “is over”
Whatever he had thought of the boiling scalp, Adam had no words to describe the pain of getting stabbed with a broken sword. Pure agony ripped through his entire body and his mind felt as though it had been wiped of every thought but the pain. He barely even processed being tossed in the air, nor landing heavily against the stone of the sword’s altar. His whole body felt heavy and Adam couldn’t think of anything but the need to close his eyes and sleep.
The pain receded. Adam opened his eyes and found himself on his bedroom floor, feeling completely numb both physically and emotionally. His drawings lay scattered around him and the sun filtered through the window with the same golden glow that it had held when he had first met you. Adam had no will get up. He thought that he’d lie there forever, waiting for you to get home from work and come through the front door to greet him. He’d wait forever, Adam thought, even if it was always in this spot, you at work, him missing you, because that at least meant that he was missing someone who was meant to come back to him.
You open the door. Adam doesn’t even have the energy to sit up, but he sees that you’re wearing casual clothes. It must not be a workday for you.
“Everything all right Adam? I heard a noise in here.” You said it so casually, as if he had never abandoned you. As if you just wanted to make sure that he was okay.
From the floor Adam mutters not unkindly, “I think that I’m dying.” He still can’t process the fact; without the pain it just feels like existing.
He sees your eyebrows furrow slightly, “That sounds like it must hurt.” You say gently after a moment
“It does.” Adam feels a lump in his throat at your mere presence. You’re just a dream. You don’t know that he’s dying. You don’t know where he is.
You take a small step towards him, “Is there anything that I can do to help?”
Adam shakes his head on the floor, “I don’t think so.” He says your name as if it’s the last time he’ll get the chance, “I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for Adam. Sometimes things just happen.” You said as you noticed something on the floor, you stooped to pick it up, “Here. It looks like you dropped this one. It would be a shame to step on it.”
And with that you turned and left Adam alone. He holds up to see which drawing you had seen, and Adam sees a bird. Lowering the drawing, there is actually a real bird.
“Leave me alone” Adam groaned from the floor, covering his eyes as if not seeing the bird would make it go away.
The bird did not go away.
“Get up.”
Adam felt tired all the way to the bone, “There’s nothing left for me to do. Eternia has been destroyed. I left her behind on Earth. I have nothing.” Death would be a mercy to him, Adam thought.
“You have the power.”
“No. Not anymore. The swords broken.”
The bird talked to him slowly, asking him to repeat the words he says when he holds the sword up.
“I have the power” Adam says, trying to figure out why it mattered.
“That’s right. You have the power. Not the sword, you. I chose you. In the hands of the past champions, the power has been brute strength, but in yours it becomes so much more. It is understanding. It is empathy. It is humanity. She saw it in you. I saw it too. That is why I chose you as the vessel Adam.”
“I am the vessel.”
“Now you’re ready.”
A glowing light began to emit from Adam’s chest, and he knew that he was going back. And he knew that he was going to fight- for Eternia, for the universe, and most importantly for you. He had to get back to you, and he’d be damned if anyone, skull face or not, was going to stop him.
And he was going to keep fighting, as long as he needed to, to keep the universe that cradled you in it safe.
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The reason Leon Kennedy works so well is because he is equal parts gentleman and deeply unwell, which means every sweet gesture comes with the undertone of a man trying very hard to hold himself together.
Like, because he's polite: he opens doors for you, walks on the outside of the sidewalk, remembers how you like your coffee
But because he's unwell: he checks every exit constantly, he needs to hear your voice after nightmares, little things become huge things with him
And that's the thing. The romance isn't that he would die for you. Lots of characters would die for you. The romance is that he's trying, every day, to live for you. And some days that is clearly the harder thing.
For example: you mention offhand that your car has been making a weird noise. Three days later he hands you the keys back and says, "Should be good now." You find out he spent his only free afternoon under the car teaching himself how to fix it from a repair manual because the thought of you breaking down alone on the side of the road made him physically ill. He never tells you that part. He just asks you to text him when you get home. Immediately. Every time. Forever.
A/N: love me an acts of service husband. Speaking of, today is my second wedding anniversary and I FORGOT hahahaha. I'm gonna be in trouble later. Guess he gets the oldest gift around *ties up hair in a scrunchie*
Leon rarely cries probably. But when he does, he doesn't want other people to see. Exhaustion and sleeplessness just pushes it for him sometimes. He's just being human.
Featuring Daniela Moretti, @loveiscosmicsin and @theycallmedarling's OC as Leon's wife. Set sometime between RE6 and Requiem. And yes, I gave him a wolf cut.
Medieval AU 🗡️✨🗝️
leon, who has a crush on you but refuses to admit that he has a crush on someone as a full grown man, who brings you breakfast each morning because you always have a sour look on your face when you get a stomachache from having nothing but a coffee.
leon who passes by your office to "ask you a question about this report," sees that your mug is running low, and makes you another coffee without asking, just the way you like it.
leon who waits for you at the end of the day, even if he's supposed to have gone home hours ago, just so he can walk you to your car. because the smile you give him when you say thank you is what gets him up and into the office each morning. and maybe he's hoping that one day he'll have enough courage to meet it with a kiss.
the s stands for service. leon [acts of] service kennedy
LEON S. KENNEDY ── .✦ recs
꒰ MASTERLIST I 05/13/26 ꒱
A- angst I F- fluff I S- smut I C- comfort I H/C -comfort
wedding ring I @topsytervy I F I your husband can't find his gloves for the latest mission he's been sent on and he refuses to leave without them
clingy I @/topsytervy I F I your boyfriend doesn't know the definition of personal space after missions, not that you mind.
bring him back I @/topsytervy I A I things aren't looking to good for your boyfriend on his mission so he decides to call you.
drabble I @simple-dorito I A
just can’t get enough pt2 I @tulipsbymybed I A + F + S I Leon's fresh out of the academy and into the Raccoon City police department-and he's still a virgin. Not only that, but he has almost no idea what what sex even is. Then he meets you, and his body starts wanting things. Or, the first 3 stages of Leon Kennedy learning about his body.
a moment of hesitation I @froggibus I H/C I leon has always kept you at arms length in order to protect you, but after leading the two of you into a trap, the cracks start to show and feelings come to light
Wow, thank you so much for adding Forever Night Stand to the list! I feel honoured being mentioned along so many other talented writers and their great stories 🥰🥰🥰🫶🏻💖
LEON KENNEDY Resident Evil 4: Remake (2023) / Resident Evil Requiem (2026)
sweetest things
letting it linger pt. 2 𖦹 leon kennedy
⤷ summary: you and leon attend your routine, post-mission debriefing with your superiors; afterwards, a question from him in the elevator has you rethinking what you thought you knew about what he felt for you. spoiler alert—he finds the courage to ask you out. (4.5k) ⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader ⤷ genre: friends to lovers, mild slow-burn ⤷ tags: RE9 Leon Kennedy, reader is his mission partner, reader is in her early 30s, unresolved tension, slow-burn-ish relationship, mentions of blood and psychological tests, mentions of hospitalization, slight self-deprecating thoughts, comfort, lighthearted banter
🚏masterlist | part one ᝰ.ᐟ
After your mission, the whole plethora of protocol began.
You woke up to a resounding alarm that signaled your start for the day—a debriefing later this afternoon and mandatory follow-up screening this morning. While your muscles ached in protest as you got up, feeling the lingering remnants of your exhaustion from yesterday and the two days you’ve spent with Leon and your other colleague who must be recovering in the hospital right now.
For a second, you just stared at the ceiling, your routine rumination kicking in.
letting it linger 𖦹 leon kennedy.
⤷ summary: after a mission gone slightly awry, one of your colleagues got heavily wounded, prompting an emergency surgery. you and leon sit in the waiting room, anticipating the worst, but the quiet intimacy provides a comfort neither of you want to acknowledge just yet. (3.9k words) ⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader ⤷ genre: comfort, mild slow-burn ⤷ tags: RE9 Leon Kennedy, reader is his mission partner, reader is in her early 30s, both of them are mildly injured after a mission, mentions of blood and wounds, comfort, unresolved tension, slow-burn-ish relationship
🚏masterlist | part two ᝰ.ᐟ
You glance at the clock for the nth time, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts that threaten to consume you in the stillness of the waiting room.
It’s awfully quiet, save for the staff passing by the area, the quiet shuffle of footsteps of people who were also waiting for something to happen. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, but it still feels as if the world was holding its breath, not just you.
Or Leon, for that matter.
𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. gn!reader x leon kennedy
𝐜𝐰. 5.8k words, cowboy!leon, swearing, mutual pining, gun violence, kidnapping, hostage situation, ambiguous wild west setting, physical violence, gun violence, alcohol, historical inaccuracies, wild west slang, happy ending, character death (antagonists), injury, poorly written gunfight sequence, leon is down bad, reader gets carried, pet names (sweetheart, pretty thing), no use of y/n
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i've had cowboy leon on the mind lately and @smokepotgivetop's headcanons have been rotating in my mind for DAYS so go give them a read you will not regret it!!! btw the title is from "el paso" by marty robbins and it's such a good song, give it a listen!! (would you believe me if i said this was supposed to be like 2.5k words max... and i'm really sorry about the old west speech like really really sorry)
Leon stood leaning against the porch column of the general store, arms crossed against his chest, watching the sun creep closer and closer to the horizon line. He’d been there for some time. A few hours, give or take.
You were supposed to meet him there. You always pranced over to see him, already bursting with updates about the hens or what your friends got up to earlier in the morning. Not today, though. Today he was all alone.
He wondered where you were. Well, that was something he did on the regular, but especially in this moment, he couldn’t help but stew in his disappointment. Seeing you after a long day of hard work in the blazing sun was like an ice cold glass of water, maybe better. It was a ritual, a habit to see you every evening. One he looked forward to from the moment you parted ways until the second you came into his view again the next day. You never failed to lift his spirits, to fluster him, to crack open his tough exterior to reveal the charmer inside. You could make him blush like a loller and forget what he’d been saying without even trying.
He was plum mashed. He ached for you. He couldn’t help it.
even though he doesn't say anything when you do it, leon loves when you'll just come over to him on the couch or in his office and sit on his lap. he talks to you just the same as if youre standing there, as if it's the most casual thing in the world. his hand squeezing your thigh once you're settled and staying there. he'll just continue doing whatever he was before, even if it's a little tougher now with you on him. the challenge is well worth the reward. just the fact that he accepts your presence in whatever way you want to give it to him is enough to know how much he loves it. the way his arm automatically lifts for you when you come within a foot of him, the kiss he leaves on your shoulder. the small smile on his lips and the way he pulls you just a little closer is far more descriptive than any words could say.
Hi!! I love your writing! I feel like Leon missing the birth of his first child due to his missions is very real and would like to request a short angsty and/or fluffy fic of that if you have time? <3 perhaps a younger Leon between RE4 and RE6ish?
thanks so much! this is such a good idea, i totally agree that it would be a thing. i reaallly leaned into the fluff with this one. hope you like it :)
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f!reader x post-re4!leon
cw: pregnancy, birth mentioned (non-graphic)
The fourth day was always the hardest. The body began incessantly seeking food, water. Any adrenaline present in the days prior was exhausted; the lack of proper sleep an ache that only continued to grow against the need to keep moving.
It didn’t help that you were all he could think about. Nearly 37 weeks pregnant, sore, tired, struggling to do much of anything in your third trimester. Usually independent to a fault, you relied on him for so much more now—much to your annoyance—but he’d taken it in stride. Enjoyed it, even. And work had been miraculously slow, allowing him more time with you, to help, to bask in preparing for something other than his own potential demise for once.
Until now.
There was no apology for the interruption to his life—there never was. A simple call, vague instructions borne from even more ambiguous intel, and he was pulled from you when you needed him most.