I’d dearly like to thank and appreciate @lanadelreyylover a new found friend of mine I had made this summer, who’s work is truly extraordinary, which makes me sad as I see how many hate request, ask things from anonymous users. But truly happy that we have this friendship where we can find a comfort person.
@millimeraki I will say this with my whole trans padded chest I am a Millimeraki Stan and y'all know this. 500 days (y'all better read that shit) was my hyper fixation this summer, and I want to see more of their work because it’s just that good. Again, I wrote a whole review on it and wow lord RE9!Leon / CIA Agent!Wife! they wrote Plant E which its apart of CIA So good makes me queer I need more of that I feel like i could still remember the day I was reading all their fanfics and they responded with me as I went.
@key201303 heyyy 😏 if anyone could make me wanna go outside and go to summer camp it’s this girl, the writing is superb and I get eager for The Summer We Fell in Love even if I’m busy volunteering for something
@brunosbambina this person deserves a special appreciation as I was a Resident Evil fan (every now and then) and a Leon…lover their fanfic “𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚” got me into this Leon fan fiction dungeon for example I was (still am) reading The Freak Circus fanfics and stumbled upon their post of Leon Kennedy thought it was amazing liked it and went on my merry way...cue me constantly thinking about this fanfic, now for me when I really enjoy fanfics I fear that because you never know when the poster might just one day decide to delete all their work EVEN IF ITS GOOD I save it on my google docs to constantly read, and this one will always have a special place in my heart being the first Leon Kennedy x Self Insert I read in a while
@thelonewolfdreamer like Cate I appreciate them too, they like that one friend who feels like a sister, a sister that can make your eyes wet…and something else
@wholesomepanda they got some mad good writing and I love reading it on the random, like College rivals and Learning Secrets fabulous
@midnightsummerrain I stay being obsessed with this person...like 😩 Forever night stand Bittersweet STELLAR
@mbrickswrites now Don't think the stripper likes you UGHH so good I need more of it, it’s been too long Mecki over here edging us 😭
@tearsof-scarlet the work is long but it’s SO WORTH IT Stay Close, Rookie was a 22k word fanfic and I read all that shit yesterday and it was AMAZING
@blinkingame now they wrote Behind your mask 🎭 a fic that is still going in which I will still be reading because it's THAT good
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@xxluneilaxxaus this person was an old friend of mine way back when (like a year into two ago) when I was still (ACTIVELY) apart of the Sakuverse/saquverse fandom and all though I rarely hear from them now, they're still a friend.
@meraki-kiera Haven't heard from them in a while but its still nice to look at old comments from 2024 which feels so long ago
@des2dream good friend Loved talking to them before I got kicked from the discord, 😅 they were always so supportive of everyone!!!
there are so many more of you I want to mention but the names escape me and everyone's writing is so good. T^T I love all the works you all are so appreciated by me and those who enjoy your work. I enjoy talking to you all and being thirsty for Leon Kennedy, and other fandoms
omg @mskyrathefroggo thank you so much for tagging me 😭😭😭😭 summer camp counselor leon is my absolute weakness ever since I started writing the series 🫣🫣
Pairing: Camp Counselor re4r Leon x Camp Counselor f!reader
Words: 7217 words (i got carried on with this one SORRY)
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, slight angst
Plot: The final night at camp arrives with one last celebration beneath the stars. Between laughter, dancing, and an unforgettable campfire, you're forced to face the one thing you've been trying to ignore all summer: the end of the bubble that brought you and Leon together and reality knocking on the door. As old fears resurface, one quiet conversation changes everything, proving that some people were never meant to disappear.
A/N: I don't want this to end 😭 hope you guys enjoy it ❤️
P.S: It's not proofread. SORRY 😭 my time management lately with work is TERRIBLE 😭😭😭 Also sorry for the delay 😭
P.S 2: I might write another one-shot with paramedic Leon, because In the meantime you can read this smut one-shot with doctor!re9 Leon 🤭
Taglist: @frogtape @like-gh0sts-in-sn0w @dusk-mp3 @mskyrathefroggo @rednnedy @ghostieistiredd @eyesofophelia @bayonettalover1234567 @warped-rabbithole (let me know if you want to be added!)
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The last full day of camp always felt different, like the entire place had realized its time was running out. The usual chaos was still there, only it had changed its shape. Instead of racing towards the lake after breakfast or arguing over whose turn it was to clean the arts and crafts cabin, campers hurried between cabins with half-zipped duffel bags dragging behind them. Clothes hung over shoulders, sleeping bags were rolled with questionable effort, and someone, somewhere, was already insisting they had definitely packed their phone charger despite it being found under another bunk five minutes later.
Every path seemed busier than usual, every laugh carried just a little more urgency. The cabins that had been overflowing with life only days ago already looked strangely bare. Posters had disappeared from the walls, blankets were folded at the foot of empty bunks, the little trinkets campers had collected throughout the summer (friendship bracelets, painted rocks, silly trophies won during games...) were slowly disappearing into backpacks. Outside, you had started dismantling the camp one decoration at a time. The colorful banners stretched between trees came down first. Then, the handmade signs pointing towards the dining hall leaned against the maintenance shed, waiting to be stored until next summer. Even the strings of fairy lights were waiting to be wrapped around the pavilion one last time that night before going back to their safe place for another year.
It was strange how quickly a place could begin looking like itself again. A few hours ago, it was still The Redfields' summer camp. Now it started to look more like a collection of cabins in the middle of the woods.
You stood on the porch outside the main lodge, coffee warming your hands despite the pleasant morning air, quietly watching everyone move around you. Chris was balancing on a ladder while Jill held it steady, both of them arguing over the safest way to remove one of the wooden welcome signs. Carlos had somehow convinced three teenagers that carrying six folded tables at once was a perfectly reasonable idea. Claire was making another sweep through Cabin Seven after someone inevitably claimed they'd 'lost' something. And somewhere across the field, you smiled before your eyes even found him. Leon.
He was laughing at something one of the campers had said, a cardboard box tucked under one arm while the other rested effortlessly against his hip. A younger camper walked beside him, carrying a box barely a quarter of the size, looking absurdly proud of himself for 'helping'. Leon looked over instinctively as if he could always tell where you were. The moment your eyes met, the corners of his lips lifted into that familiar crooked grin that never failed to find you.
Without missing a step, he gave you a small salute with two fingers against his forehead. You rolled your eyes dramatically before answering with an equally exaggerated wave of your coffee mug. He laughed before disappearing back into the sea of campers, swallowed by another request for help before he had made it ten more steps. Your smile lingered anyway as your gaze drifted back across the camp. The empty porches, the open cabin doors, the scattered boxes, the decorations waiting to be packed away. Every summer ended with this bittersweet feeling settling over the camp. A quiet reminder that no matter how wonderful a season had been, it eventually came to an end. You let out a slow breath, wrapping both hands around your mug. Summer always ended too fast. You thought to yourself.
A burst of laughter pulled your attention back towards the main path. Leon emerged from behind the storage cabin with three boxes stacked so high against his chest that you were fairly certain he couldn't actually see where he was going. He leaned sideways to peek around them just enough to avoid walking straight into one of the branches. "Need a map, Kennedy?" Carlos called from across the field. "I've got echolocation," Leon replied with dead seriousness. "You've got a concussion waiting to happen," Carlos said between laughs. "I'm choosing confidence." Carlos snorted, shaking his head before returning to his own pile of equipment.
A couple of campers walking nearby immediately burst into laughter. Leon flashed them an exaggerated grin. "See? Confidence." One of the older boys reached out to steady the top box before it slipped. "You know," Leon said with the same mock seriousness he usually used, "if this falls, I'm blaming all of you." He continued. "We're literally helping you." The camper said. "Exactly." Another round of laughter followed him as he continued towards the equipment shed, somehow managing not to drop a single box despite the impossible tower balanced in his arms.
You had lost count of how many times you'd watched that happen over the past few weeks. Leon had a way of making every chore feel less like work. Packing supplies became a competition, cleaning cabing became a comedy routine. Even carrying impossibly heavy boxes somehow ended with everyone smiling by the time the job was done. Not to mention the little 'fun' you had in the storage cabin a few nights ago.
By the time he reached the storage cabin again, at least a dozen campers had attached themselves to him again. Someone asked where a box was supposed to go; another wanted to help fold a tent. A younger camper tugged lightly on the sleeve of his T-shirt. "Leon." He looked down immediately. "...Are you coming back next summer?" The boy quietly asked. Another voice joined in immediately. "You have to!" "Yeah, my little brother is coming next year." "You promised we'd have a rematch in capture the flag." Leon let out a quiet laugh. "I would never miss it." He said, shifting one of the boxes onto his hip. "What if you're working at the hospital?" The same young camper that started the conversation asked again. "Don't worry, I'll be here no matter what." Leon laughed as two of the younger campers immediately declared that they were claiming him for their team next year.
The conversation carried on while you found yourself smiling without realizing it. It should have stayed that way. But as you watched him disappear into the crowd again, an unfamiliar feeling crept quietly beneath your ribs. A week ago, you hadn't thought twice about finding him. If you wanted to see Leon, all you had to do was step outside your cabin, and he'd be somewhere nearby, fixing something or laughing with the campers. Maybe stealing your coffee when he thought you weren't looking or finding excuses to brush past you.
Your eyes followed him as he disappeared inside the equipment shed once again. The door swung shut behind him. For a brief moment, you couldn't see him anymore, and somehow, that tiny absence felt much bigger than it should have. Your fingers tightened slightly around your mug. Next week... You tried to stop the thought before it fully formed, but you failed. Next week we won't wake up in the same place anymore. It'll be just your classroom and his ambulance. Two completely different lives waiting beyond the edge of the forest.
The rest of the day slipped by in a series of ordinary moments. Lunch was louder than usual; every table was filled with campers trying to squeeze one last day's worth of conversations into a single meal. Stories were retold for the nth time, phone numbers were scribbled onto napkins with crooked numbers, promises to stay in touch floated through the cafeteria with the same certainty they did every summer.
You sat between Claire and Leon like you did every day, stealing fried from his tray whenever he looked away. He caught you on the third attempt. "You know," he murmured without looking up from his sandwich, "at this point you could've just asked." You smiled innocently. "And miss the thrill?" A quiet laugh escaped him. Without another word, he nudged the rest of his fries onto your tray.
After lunch came more packing. Storage bins were carried across camp, and sports equipment disappeared into the storage cabin. The arts and crafts cabin slowly emptied as shelves that had been overflowing with paint, glitter, and colored paper only yesterday became bare wooden boards again. You and Leon spent nearly half an hour sorting ropes that somehow always managed to end up tangled together despite being sorted neatly every year. "You think they tie these into knots on purpose?" he asked, frowning dramatically at a particularly impossible one. "I think they enjoy watching you suffer." You joked, pulling a little on one of the ends of the rope. Both of you laughed quietly as Leon managed to undo one last knot, raising both hands above his head in exaggerated triumph before earning sarcastic applause from Carlos across the room.
Later that afternoon, everyone gathered near the flagpole. The camp flag that had greeted every camper on the first day was lowered carefully, folded with practiced hands before being placed inside its protective case. The colorful team banners followed. Blue, red, green, yellow. One by one, they disappeared from the breeze that had carried them all summer. Without them, the clearing looked strangely unfamiliar, as though someone had quietly erased the heartbeat from the core of the camp. You helped Jill fold the last banner into a neat square before placing it inside the box along with the others. Another sign that the summer was ending.
By the time the sun began to sink behind the trees, the camp had shifted again. The boxes had been stacked away, and the last of the supplies had disappeared into storage. For a few precious hours, no one packed another bag, folded another blanket, or wanted to think about tomorrow. The final campfire was a tradition no one ever skipped.
As twilight settled over the clearing, strings of warm fairy lights blinked to life beneath the pavilion, weaving soft golden light through the trees. Paper lanterns swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the garlands that hadn't been taken down yet suddenly felt less like forgotten decorations and more like one last excuse to hold on to summer for a little longer.
The fire crackled at the center of the circle, throwing dancing shadows across familiar faces. Music drifted through the speakers. Campers gathered in clusters, plates balanced on their laps as they talked over one another, laughed at inside jokes that had somehow developed over the past few months, and argued about which team had actually deserved to win capture the flag. "How's your hand, Y/N?" Someone asked. "Perfectly cured thanks to Doctor Kennedy." You joked, waving your fully healed hand and looking at Leon, who immediately returned the smile.
Chris insisted the scoreboards of some games had been unfair; Carlos insisted Chris simply hated losing; Jill refused to get involved; Claire took pictures of the argument anyway. Every few minutes, another phone appeared, followed by another attempt to fit fifteen people into a frame that could barely hold half of them. Someone shouted for Leon; another camper immediately shouted for you. Before either of you could protest, you were pulled into another picture. Then another and another. By the end of the night, you were certain your smile had become permanent.
As the music shifted to something faster, the campers needed remarkably little encouragement before rushing towards the open space in front of the fire. What started as dancing quickly dissolved into complete chaos as everyone sang the lyrics to the song at the top of their lungs. Someone attempted breakdancing while others tried copying a trend they'd seen online and nearly fell into the grass. Half of them were hopelessly offbeat, and the other half were too busy laughing to notice. It was impossible to tell who looked more ridiculous. You had a suspicion it might have been Carlos.
Leon stood beside you with a paper cup in one hand, watching the spectacle unfold with the same amused expression. "I think we're legally obligated to pretend this is impressive," he murmured. You laughed. "I don't know... I think watching Elliot invent an entirely new dance move deserves more recognition." You joked, slightly nudging him. "I don't think that move has ever been approved by medical professionals." Leon shook his head. "You are the medical professional." You chuckled. "Exactly."
Before you could answer, two campers grabbed each of your wrists. "C'mon!" "No excuses!" They said, dragging you both. "You have to dance!" You exchanged a look that lasted less than a second with Leon but somehow contained an entire conversation. Guess we're doing this. He shrugged dramatically; you sighed just as dramatically. Neither of you put up much of a fight. Within moments, you were standing in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by teenagers who seemed determined to embarrass themselves as thoroughly as possible before the night ended.
Leon immediately committed to the bit. He copied every absurd dance move they threw at him with complete confidence, somehow making them even more ridiculous. You laughed so hard your stomach began to ache. "You call that dancing?" You teased, barely managing to stay upright yourself. He looked genuinely offended. "I'll have you know this is award-winning." He said, walking closer to you. "In what category?" You laughed. "Questionable life choices." He joked, winking at you and taking your hands in his. He pulled you into another ridiculous attempt at matching the campers' choreography. You missed half the steps while he missed the other half.
At one point, he spun the wrong way, almost colliding with Carlos, who clutched his chest dramatically as though he'd narrowly escaped death. "Kennedy!" He gasped. "You're a paramedic! You're supposed to prevent injuries!" He complained dramatically. Leon let out a laugh. "You're a paramedic too." Carlos seemed to ignore that part. "Minor side effect." He shrugged immediately. The campers erupted into laughter.
Leon bowed dramatically as though he'd just finished a Broadway performance. You couldn't stop laughing easily, like every silly moment you'd shared over the past month quietly led to this. Then, somewhere in the crowd, one of the older campers grinned mischievously. "Hey!" Everyone looked over. "If this is the last campfire..." He pointed directly at the two of you. "...they have to kiss!" Immediately, the entire clearing exploded. "OHHHH." "DO IT!" "KISS! KISS! KISS!"
"Oh, here we go," Chris muttered into his drink, already smiling. Claire was laughing so hard she nearly dropped her phone. "I knew this was coming." Jill sighed, although the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her. Carlos cupped his hands around his mouth. "Come on, Romeo! Don't disappoint the kids." Carlos cheered. "They're teenagers!" Leon called back. "They're still emotionally invested." The chatting only grew louder. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
You covered your face with one hand, laughing in complete embarrassment as the entire camp seemed determined not to let either of you escape. "This is your fault," you mumbled, nudging Leon's shoulder. "My fault? You were the one holding hands with me when everyone could see us." Leon complained immediately. "I fail to see how that's a crime." A chuckle escaped him as he glanced around at the dozens of expectant faces surrounding you. There was no getting out of it.
His attention returned to you. The teasing smile softened a little. "You know..." he said quietly enough that only you could hear, "I think we'd better give them a proper ending." You rolled your eyes. "They're never going to let this go, are they?" You giggled. "Definitely not." Another chorus erupted around you.
"KISS!"
"KISS!"
"KISS!"
You laughed one last time before sharing your head in surrender. "Fine." Leon's grin widened. "There she is." He stepped closer, his hand finding yours almost absentmindedly before gently brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, just like he always did.
The cheer somehow became even louder. You could already picture Claire taking at least twenty pictures, Chris looking like he was trying and failing not to laugh, Carlos starting to clap in anticipation. With a fond shake of his head, Leon leaned down as he cupped your cheek to pull you closer. His lips met yours in a soft, unhurried kiss, gentle and comfortably familiar.
When you pulled apart a heartbeat later, the clearing burst into applause loud enough to echo through the trees. Everyone cheered, someone in the back whistled, and Carlos threw both fists into the air like his favorite team had just won a championship. "I KNEW THEY'D DO IT!" Claire was, indeed, taking photos. Chris simply smiled into his cup before muttering, "Finally." Leon laughed against your forehead, still holding your hand. "Well..." He glanced at the celebrating campers around you. "I'd say that's one way to close out the summer." You couldn't help smiling. "...Yeah." It was. For one perfect moment, surrounded by laughter, music, fairy lights, and people who had become family over the course of a single summer, it felt as though nothing beyond the edge of the forest existed anymore.
The laughter gradually settled into scattered conversations again. Music continued to drift softly through the clearing, blending with the steady crackling of the fire and the chorus of cicadas and crickets hidden somewhere beyond the trees. You had barely returned to your seat when someone cleared their throat rather dramatically. One of the older campers climbed onto one of the logs surrounding the campfire, wobbling just enough for everyone to instinctively reach out before she found her balance. "Okay!" She announced, clapping her hands once to get everyone's attention. "Before the night's over..." The chatter slowly faded. "...we have something." A ripple of curious murmurs spread through the counselors.
Claire exchanged a confused look with Jill. Carlos frowned suspiciously; Chris crossed his arms, already smiling like he knew exactly where this was going. The camper nervously looked around, looking for something in the crowd. "So..." Her gaze finally landed on what she seemed to be looking for, her group of friends beginning to encourage her with enthusiastic nods. "We wanted to say thank you." Silence settled over the clearing. "You guys spend all summer making this place fun for us... so we wanted to make something for you in return."
Several younger campers appeared carrying a small wooden box decorated with pressed flowers and painted handprints. You hadn't noticed them disappearing earlier. The boy opened the lid carefully. Inside rested several handmade flower bracelets. Each one was woven from thin branches, tiny white flowers, wild daisies, and green leaves collected somewhere around the camp. None of them looked exactly alike, and that somehow made them even more beautiful. "They're not perfect," another camper admitted. "But Claire said that was the point." Claire looked especially emotional.
The first camper grinned before looking towards you. "So..." She unfolded a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. "We wrote stuff." Carlos immediately buried his face in one hand. "Oh no." "Oh yes," Chris corrected proudly. The campers laughed. Then the first name was called. "Carlos." He walked over with theatrical reluctance, earning a chorus of cheers before stopping in front of the campers. One of the younger boys looked up at him, holding his bracelet in front of the curly-haired man. "For always making us laugh even when you would get in trouble with Chris." The clearing burst into laughter while Carlos received the bracelet. Then, he pointed dramatically towards Chris. "See? They get me."
Then came Jill. A quiet girl stepped forward. "For always making everyone feel safe." Jill's expression softened almost instantly. "...And for fixing our bikes, though we accidentally broke them twice." "It was three times," someone corrected from the crowd. "...Three." The shy girl repeated, offering Jill the bracelet.
Claire was next. A dozen different campers seemed determined to thank her all at once. For helping them paint, for listening when they were homesick, for always carrying tissues, for karaoke nights, for remembering everyone's birthdays. By the time she received her bracelet, her eyes were already suspiciously bright. Chris tried very hard to pretend he wasn't emotional, but it only lasted about fifteen seconds.
One camper thanked him for teaching them how to make a proper campfire, another thanked him for never yelling, and the third one simply said: "You give really good dad hugs." Carlos immediately burst out laughing. Chris pinched the bridge of his nose with a quiet laugh as well.
Finally... "Leon." A chorus of excited cheers answered immediately. Leon stood with an amused smile before making his way towards the campers. One of the youngest boys stepped forward, clutching the paper with both hands. His voice wavered just slightly. "Thank you..." He swallowed. "...for teaching us that it's okay to be scared." The smile on Leon's face faltered a little. "And..." Another camper continued. "...thank you for always making us laugh after someone got hurt." Someone else added quietly, "You make hospitals sound less scary." Leon blinked once before smiling again. "Thanks."
The boy reached into the wooden box. Then frowned. "...Wait." He looked inside. "There aren't any bracelets." He whispered. Another camper immediately whispered something in his ear. "Oh!" His entire face lit up. "There aren't bracelets for you two." He reached deeper into the box before carefully pulling out two small circles woven from thin willow branches, tiny blue flowers, and delicate sprigs of baby's breath. Two rings.
The boy walked towards you instead. "We made these for both of you." You looked at Leon, and he looked just as confused. "Because..." The camper shrugged as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "...you already belong together." A chorus of soft awws spread around the fire. Your chest tightened unexpectedly. The rings were carefully placed into your hands, slightly uneven and a little crooked. Before either of you had the chance to say anything, another camper's hand shot into the air. "Wait." Everyone looked over. "They kissed." A beat of silence. "They have rings now." Another beat of silence. "...So..." The grin spreading across his face should have been everyone's warning. "... they should get married!"
The clearing exploded once again. "YES!" "CAMP WEDDING!" "DO IT, PLEASE!" "Oh, absolutely not," you laughed, already shaking your head. Leon rubbed the back of his neck. "I feel like we're losing control of this situation." He chuckled nervously. "You think?" Chris sighed dramatically before standing. "Well..." He straightened the front of his shirt with exaggerated importance. "...if the people have spoken..." Carlos pointed towards him immediately. "I nominate Chris!" He said. "You can't nominate me," Chris complained right away. "I just did." Carlos threw his hands up in defense.
Within seconds, the entire clearing had reorganized itself. The campers formed two uneven rows; Claire was somehow already gathering flowers for you, Carlos insisted on throwing imaginary confetti, and Jill quietly muttered that the whole thing had gotten wildly out of hand. Chris stepped between you and Leon with all the solemnity of someone who absolutely shouldn't have been trusted with officiating anything. "So." He clasped his hands together. "We are gathered here today because apparently nobody here understands legal documentation." The campers laughed. "So we'll keep this symbolic."
"As a completely unlicensed and deeply unqualified officiant..." Carlos immediately interrupted. "That's going on your résumé." Chris completely ignored him. "...I'd like everyone to remember that this ceremony has absolutely no legal value whatsoever." A chorus of exaggerated groans answered him. "We're simply celebrating two people who somehow managed to flirt through an entire summer before finally admitting what everyone else figured out during week two." Chris continued. "We weren't that obvious," you protested. Claire laughed so hard she had to wipe at the corner of her eye. "I lost twenty bucks because of how obvious you were." Leon leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear. "I told you they knew." Chris motioned impatiently, pulling Leon away from you. "Less flirting." "You created this situation," Leon reminded him. "I regret nothing." More laughter rippled through the clearing.
One of the younger campers carefully placed the little flower ring into Leon's hand before handing the other one to you again. "They're kinda wonky," the boy admitted. Leon smiled warmly. "I think they're perfect." The camper beamed. Chris nodded approvingly. "Excellent." He pointed towards Leon. "You may now say something vaguely romantic." Leon blinked. "That's not exactly a wedding vow." He complained. "I'm improvising." Chris shrugged. The campers laughed again.
Leon looked back at you. The teasing smile he'd been wearing all evening softened into something honest. He lifted the tiny woven ring between his fingers. "I, uh..." He chuckled under his breath. "I wasn't planning a speech." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You'd better have one," Carlos called. Leon rolled his eyes before looking at you again. "I guess..." His thumb brushed absentmindedly over the delicate flowers woven into the ring. "...I'd just say that if I had to spend another summer here..." A small smile appeared on his lips. "I'd still choose you." Someone yelled, "AWWWW!" You felt warmth spread across your cheeks. Chris nodded solemnly. "Acceptable." He looked at you. "Your turn." You laughed softly, shaking your head. "I hate all of you."
You looked down at the little ring in your own hand, then back at Leon. "...I'd still steal your fries." He stared at you for a second before laughing. "And I'd still pretend I wasn't." A quiet smile settled between you. "But you'll always be the one I'd want to follow around wherever you go." You slipped the little flower ring onto his finger. It barely fit. The campers applauded anyway. Leon carefully slipped yours onto your finger a moment later. It rested slightly crooked, the tiny flowers brushing gently against your skin.
Chris raised both hands dramatically. "By the imaginary authority invested in me by approximately forty-five emotionally invested campers..." He paused for effect. "...I now pronounce you camp married." The clearing exploded into cheers again. Carlos threw handfuls of grass into the air as though it were confetti, Claire snapped another dozen photos, and Jill simply shook her head, unable to hide her smile. Leon looked at you. "You know..." He lifted his hand to admire the tiny ring. "I think this is the cheapest wedding I've ever been to." You laughed. "It was still your idea to say yes." He smiled widely at you. "I don't regret it."
The laughter slowly settled into quiet conversations once more. The improvised wedding became the joke of the evening almost immediately. Carlos insisted on introducing you as 'Mrs. Kennedy' from now on. "I don't think that's legally accurate." Leon corrected him with a chuckle. "It is in my heart." Carlos shrugged. Claire refused to stop taking pictures. Every few minutes, she'd appear out of nowhere with her phone already raised. "One more." You laughed. "You've said that twelve times," Leon joked. "And I'll say it thirteen."
Chris claimed he expected an anniversary invitation next summer while Jill muttered that she'd happily pretend none of this had ever happened. No one believed her. The little flower ring still rested around your fingers. Every now and then, you'd catch Leon absentmindedly turning it around his finger while he talked to someone, the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his lips whenever he noticed it.
The conversations drifted to small promises born from a summer that no one wanted to end too quickly. You smiled as you listened, hugging your knees to your chest while Leon sat beside you, lazily poking at the fire with a stick. One of the younger campers wrapped another girl in a quick hug before grinning. "And don't disappear this time, okay?" The words were playful, followed by laughter. The girl shoved his shoulder. "I disappeared because my phone died!" She defended herself. "Liar!" "You abandoned us!" "I did not!" The group dissolved into another fit of laughter. You didn't. Your smile lingered for half a second before fading. Don't disappear. Your grip tightened almost unconsciously around your legs.
The laughter around the campfire seemed to drift further away. A different voice echoed somewhere in the back of your mind. Years younger, a promise spoken just as casually. I'll call you. We'll see each other soon. Nothing's going to change. You had believed him. Back then, it had seemed impossible that someone who occupied so much of your world could simply... fade away, like you never existed in each other's lives.
Your eyes lowered to the flower ring around your finger. Tomorrow, camp would end. Tomorrow, you would go back to your classroom, and Leon would go back to his ambulance. You glanced sideways. Leon was still there, smiling at something Carlos had just said. Close enough that, if you wanted to, all you'd have to do was reach for his hand. A week from now... You wouldn't be able to simply turn your head and find him. And despite everything Leon had done over the course of the summer and every promise he had kept, a quiet and frightened part of your heart whispered the question you'd spent weeks trying to silence before giving in and accepting your feelings for him. What if one day... he disappears too?
Leon didn't notice it immediately. At first, he was still caught up in whatever ridiculous story Carlos was telling, shaking his head as Chris argued that he had, in fact, exaggerated every detail. Claire laughed so hard she nearly dropped another marshmallow into the fire and Jill quietly corrected the story anyway. The conversation carried around you. You smiled when it felt expected, nodded at the right moments, and even let out a small laugh once or twice. But somewhere along the way, you stopped hearing the jokes. That was when Leon noticed.
Mid-conversation, his attention shifted instinctively, glancing at you. You were still looking towards the fire, with a vague, hollow smile. He frowned ever so slightly. Carlos was halfway through another story when Leon quietly excused himself with nothing more than a distracted, "Hang on." He moved closer until his shoulder brushed yours. "You okay?" You looked at him. For a moment, you considered telling him. But you decided it was better this way. "I'm fine." Leon didn't answer; he simply watched you patiently like he was waiting for you to try again.
You looked away first. The fire crackled softly, somewhere behind you; another group of campers burst into laughter. You tried to focus on that instead, anything except the way Leon was looking at you. Then, he quietly asked. "What's going on?" His voice was gentle, full of genuine concern. "Nothing." You forced a small shrug. Leon's gaze lingered on you for another moment, then he smiled. "...You're a terrible liar." You let out a quiet breath through your nose. "I know." You admitted quietly. "You've barely said five words in the last ten minutes." Leon pointed out. "I'm just tired." Another failed attempt to shrug it off. Leon hummed quietly as he nodded. "You don't believe me?" "No." The answer came so naturally it almost made you laugh.
He rested his forearms on his knees, following your gaze towards the fire instead of trying to force you to look at him. "I've been watching you all summer," he said after a moment. "You wrinkle your nose when you're trying not to laugh, tap your fingers when you're thinking, and bite the inside of your cheek when something's bothering you." His eyes drifted towards you again. "And right now..." He pointed at your tapping fingers against your knee. "...you're doing all three." Silence settled between you. Because the worst part was that he was damn right. You hadn't even realized you were doing any of it.
By the time the fire had burned down to glowing embers, the marshmallows were gone. Even Carlos had finally run out of jokes. It happened so gradually that you almost didn't notice. One song ended, another never came, the speakers fell silent, and for the first time all evening, all that remained was the crackling of the fire and the chorus of crickets hidden somewhere beyond the trees.
People began to stir; someone stretched, another camper yawned loudly enough to start a chain reaction around the circle, and a few of the younger kids rubbed sleep from their eyes, leaning heavily against their friend's shoulders. Chris was the first counselor to stand. He dusted the grass from the back of his jeans before clapping his hands together once. "Alright." His voice was gentle. "I think that's enough excitement for one night." A chorus of playful complaints answered him. "I know." He smiled. "But we've still got buses to catch tomorrow morning." That earned a collective groan. Nobody argued after that.
Slowly, the campfire circle began to dissolve. Campers picked up forgotten hoodies from the grass while Claire gathered the blankets people had abandoned near the fire, Carlos carried an armful of empty paper cups towards the trash bins, and Jill started switching off the strings of fairy lights one by one. Each soft click plunged another corner of the clearing into darkness. The warm golden glow that had wrapped itself around the camp all evening slowly disappeared.
The clearing suddenly felt so much emptier. Cabin doors cracked open only to be shut the second after. The sounds echoed through the forest before fading away. One by one, the lights inside the cabins blinked on for one last time. Twenty-four hours from now, those windows would be dark. The thought kept repeating in your mind without you fully allowing it in.
Everyone disappeared around you, leaving you alone with Leon in the clearing. The silence lingered, neither of you wanting to be the first one to break it. The occasional pop of burning wood sent tiny sparks drifting lazily into the night. Leon sat beside you on the old log, his elbows still resting on his knees as he looked up at the stars stretching endlessly above the clearing. "So..." His voice ripped the silence. "...Mrs. Camp Kennedy." A small laugh escaped you before you could stop it. "I was wondering how long it would take you." He smiled to himself. "I made it almost seven whole minutes; it's a personal record." Leon joked.
You watched another ember collapse into ash. Your thumb absentmindedly traced the uneven little flower ring that still rested around your finger. Tomorrow. This time you managed to shake off the thought from your mind. Leon noticed the way your shoulders tensed again. "...You've been somewhere else all night." His voice was soft enough to disappear into the sounds of the forest. You nodded. "Do you want to tell me where?" You drew a slow breath. The words in your mind were too heavy and irrational to admit out loud. But Leon waited patiently without ever rushing you. And that was exactly why burying yourself back in the insecurities Leon made sure to replace with love pissed you off.
You lowered your eyes to your hands. "...Tomorrow..." The word caught slightly in your throat. "...we go back to being strangers in different worlds." Leon turned his head. You continued before you lost the courage. "You'll go back to working impossible shifts." A quiet smile tugged weakly at your lips. "You'll probably forget what sleeping feels like." He let out a small huff. "And I'll go back to my classroom." You looked towards the dark cabins scattered around you. "My students, my lesson plans, my ridiculously boring mornings..." The smile disappeared almost as quickly as it came. "This..." Your eyes wandered across the clearing. "...has been easy. If I wanted to see you..." You swallowed. "...all I had to do was walk outside." The words hung between you for a moment. "But next week..." Your fingers tightened around the little flower ring. "...I'll wake up..." You searched for the right words. "...and you won't be there."
The bubble surrounding the two of you over the past months would burst the moment the buses pulled away tomorrow morning. You drew another breath. "I know that's normal." You huffed a tired laugh. "But... I've realized something." Leon remained perfectly still without even interrupting you. "I'm not scared that we'll argue." You shook your head. "I'm not scared that we'll wake up one day and decide this isn't working." Your chest tightened. "I'm scared of waking up one morning..." Your words felt impossibly fragile. "...and realizing you're just..." You couldn't say gone. "...not there anymore."
"I've done this before." Your voice barely carried above the crackling fire. "I trusted someone, believed every promise." Your eyes stung. "So did he." At least, that's what you used to think. "But then..." You looked down at your hands. "He vanished from the face of the earth, and to this day."
Leon didn't speak right away and simply looked at you as though he was trying to piece together every small moment from the entire summer. You told him this same story the night you slept together for the first time on the hiking trip weeks ago. But he never truly saw or understood how much that guy from the past really hurt you. He could finally understand that it wasn't the ending of that love story and the heartbreak that had broken you. It was the silence, the waiting, the slow, invisible disappearance of someone you had trusted. You'd learned what it felt like when love quietly slipped through your fingers without warning.
His chest tightened with sadness because someone else had felt behind wounds you still carried years later. A quiet breeze stirred between the trees. Leon lowered his eyes to the little flower ring around his finger as well before turning it absentmindedly. When he finally spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse. "...I wish I could tell you it'll never happen." You looked up. "I wish I could promise you that nothing will ever go wrong." He smiled sadly with a small shake of his head. "But I can't promise you that." The honesty in his voice hurt. Because you knew he meant it. He wasn't trying to comfort you with promises he couldn't guarantee. If you've learned something about Leon throughout this summer, it was that he was not the type to make promises he couldn't keep.
After a short silence, Leon reached over. His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles. "But..." His fingers intertwined with yours. "I'm here." He gave your hand a small squeeze. "Tomorrow, next week, next month." His eyes never left yours. "If you're scared..." His voice remained calm. "Call me. I'll answer." He paused for a brief second before continuing. "If you miss me, text me. I'll text back. If you've had a terrible day, tell me. I'll listen." A faint smile touched his lips. "If you decide at seven in the morning that you want coffee before work..." He huffed a laugh. "Show up." You frowned slightly. "At seven?" You quietly asked. "I'll complain." He said. You let out a tiny smile. "Then I'll make you coffee anyway."
"If one day you start overthinking..." He knew well enough you would. He gently lifted your joined hands. "Come find me." There wasn't a single trace of hesitation in his voice. "My apartment, the hospital, the grocery store. I don't care. Just..." He looked into your eyes again. "...don't sit alone convincing yourself I've vanished." Your throat tightened. "Because I won't." He wasn't talking about fate. He was talking about choice, effort, showing up, and refusing to let silence become distance.
His thumb brushed over the flower ring. "I can't control everything." Another quiet smile appeared on his lips. "But I can control whether I answer your call or text you back." His eyes softened. "And I will." There it was: the difference again. The boy from years ago had slowly disappeared without ever turning around, but Leon had spent the entire summer doing the exact opposite. Every promise he'd made, he'd kept. Every time he'd said he'd be there, he'd been there. Every single day, he chose to come back to you.
His blue eyes gleamed beneath the blanket of stars decorating the dark sky above you. "You know..." Leon let out a quiet breath. "I've been thinking." A small smile decorated your lips. "That sounds dangerous." You managed to joke. "It usually is." He laughed. "I really meant it when I said you looked beautiful under the moonlight." He confessed, holding your gaze long enough to make you blush without looking away for the first time. "I guess I fell for you somewhere in between cleaning paint off your face after arts and crafts and watching you fall asleep during movie night." He joked. "I think you fell much earlier than that." You laughed, hiding your smile behind your hand. The memory alone was enough to scare away your insecurities once again.
After that, Leon looked at you for a long moment. There wasn't an ounce of uncertainty in his expression, only affection. His hand found a strand of your hair that had fallen on your face. "I guess..." he murmured. "...this is where I'm supposed to kiss you." You couldn't help laughing. "I think you've already done that tonight and for the past few weeks, a lot." You joked. "Yeah..." His eyes flickered briefly towards the clearing where the campers had practically forced you to kiss in public. "That one doesn't really count." You raised an eyebrow. "No?" "There were witnesses." A smile spread across your face. "You know I like it to be just us." Your heartbeat quickened. The memories you shared throughout the entire camp flashed in the back of your mind.
This time, you didn't answer. You simply grabbed the front of his shirt and closed the small distance between you. "There you are." He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, cupping your cheeks fondly and pulling you closer. You felt the tiny flowers on his ring tickle your cheek, making you smile softly into the kiss.
Once you pulled away, your foreheads rested together, noses brushed lightly, and you could still feel his breath against your skin. He let out the quietest laugh. "So... I still owe you a proper first date." A small smile escaped you. "Isn't it a little late for a first date?" You teased him. "Maybe, but I still have a list I'd like to follow." Your eyes widened. "Don't look at me like that." He complained. "I've got things prepared." He added. "And which ones are they, if I may ask?" You kept teasing him. "A date." He kissed your forehead. "The coffee I promised." He kissed your cheek. "And apparently..." His eyes drifted to the little flower ring still circling your finger. "... a real proposal." He added, kissing the ring. You laughed, shaking your head and looking down at him with fond eyes.
You really looked at him. At the man who had spent an entire summer proving, over and over again, that he meant every word he said. The fear inside your chest hadn't vanished; it probably wouldn't disappear just yet. But for now, it didn't feel bigger than hope.
Pairing: Death Island Leon x gn!reader (Strangers to Lovers)
Words: 6422 words
Warnings: none!
Plot: Your flight was supposed to last a few hours. Instead, a series of unexpected delays left you stranded at the airport with a stranger who happened to be heading to the same destination. What began as awkward small talk over overpriced coffee slowly turned into shared meals, quiet conversations, and the kind of connection neither of you saw coming. After all, sometimes all it takes is one delayed flight to change your itinerary. And, maybe, your whole life.
A/N: A few days ago, I watched this movie again and came up with this idea 🤭 I love Death Island Leon so damn much 😭 hope you guys enjoy it ❤️
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Resident Evil's Masterlist.
The automatic doors slid open with a quiet whoosh, letting in a wave of warm afternoon air before sealing the terminal off from the outside world once more. You adjusted the strap of your carry-on over your shoulder and glanced up at the departure boards hanging above the check-in hall. Your flight was still on time. Good, you thought to yourself. You had always preferred arriving early rather than rushing through security with your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. Airports had their own strange rhythm; an organized kind of chaos that somehow made waiting feel less tedious than it should. Families hurried after excited children, weaving between suitcases, business travelers balanced paper cups of coffee and open laptops, and the distant rumble of rolling luggage echoed across the polished floor.
After making your way through security and picking up a bottle of water from one of the convenience stores, you eventually found your gate. It was busy enough to feel alive, though not so crowded that finding a seat became impossible. You settled into one near the large windows overlooking the runway, setting your backpack by your feet before leaning back with a quiet sigh. There was still plenty of time.
Beyond the glass, aircraft taxied across the tarmac under a cloudless sky, their engines humming softly in the distance. Every so often, another plane lifted into the air, disappearing into the pale blue horizon until it became nothing more than a silver speck. You let yourself relax. People watching had always been one of the most entertaining parts of travelling. A couple argued in hushed voices over what looked suspiciously like forgotten passports, a little girl proudly dragged a suitcase nearly as big as she was while her exhausted father tried to keep up, somewhere nearby, someone laughed loudly enough to turn several heads. The smell of fresh coffee drifted through the terminal. You looked up instinctively.
A man had just emerged from one of the cafés further down the concourse, a paper cup balanced effortlessly in one hand while the other disappeared into the pocket of a worn leather jacket. He was tall, with broad shoulders, ash-blond hair that looked like he'd made a half-hearted attempt to tame before giving up, dark jeans, combat boots. There was something oddly familiar about him, not that you knew him, but in the way some faces carried the quiet weight of stories you'd never heard.
His expression remained unreadable as he walked towards the gate, eyes briefly scanning the rows of waiting passengers before settling on an empty seat only a few chairs away from yours. He sat down without much ceremony, placing the coffee beside him before rubbing a tired hand over the back of his neck. He looked exhausted. Almost absentmindedly, your gaze drifted in his direction again. As if sensing it, he looked up. For a brief second, your eyes met. Just a fleeting moment of mutual acknowledgement before you both politely returned your attention elsewhere, like strangers silently agreeing not to make things awkward.
Minutes slipped by. You checked your phone, scrolled aimlessly, watched another plane take off. The terminal buzzed with the comfortable monotony of people waiting for lives that existed somewhere else. Then the speakers crackled overhead. A soft chime echoed through the gate before a calm, practiced voice filled the terminal. "Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that Flight 482 to San Francisco has been delayed due to operational issues. The estimated departure time is approximately two hours later than originally scheduled. We sincerely apologize for the inconvenience and appreciate your patience."
For a brief second, nobody reacted. Then, collective disappointment swept through the waiting area like a wave. "Oh, come on...", "You're kidding," "I've got a connection to catch." People groaned openly, reaching for their phones almost in unison. Some stood immediately, marching toward the customer service desk as though complaining loudly enough might somehow repair whatever had grounded the aircraft. Others buried their faces in their hands or began frantically rearranging travel plans.
You let out a slow breath, tipping your head back against the seat. Two hours, not ideal but not catastrophic. Out of habit more than curiosity, your eyes wandered towards the man sitting a few seats away. He didn't move at all; he simply stared ahead for a second before closing his eyes briefly and releasing a long, resigned sigh of someone who had been personally betrayed by fate too many times. It looked like the universe had looked at him that morning and quietly decided 'one more thing.' Then he picked up his coffee, took another slow sip, and accepted his defeat with the weary composure of someone who clearly had plenty of practice doing exactly that. You couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.
The next half hour passed with surprising slowness. The initial wave of complaints eventually dissolved into quiet conversations and the steady murmur that always seemed to settle over airports once everyone realized there was nothing left to do but wait. You tried distracting yourself. A few messages, a couple of social media posts, the book you'd downloaded weeks ago and still hadn't made it past the third chapter. None of it lasted long. When your screen dimmed for what felt like the nth time, the small red battery icon in the corner caught your attention. Fifteen percent. ...Great. You lowered the brightness out of habit before glancing around the waiting area. Surely there had to be an outlet somewhere.
It turned out everyone else had apparently reached the same conclusion. Every charging station was occupied by tangled cables, power banks, laptops, and passengers guarding their precious sockets like territorial birds. You stood, backpack slung over one shoulder once again, and wandered slowly along the row of seats. Occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied. There. One single outlet. Of course, it happened to be the one beside the quiet man with the leather jacket.
You hesitated for a second. He was looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, coffee long since replaced by absentminded silence, one ankle resting over the opposite knee. He looked comfortable being left alone. Still, a dead phone sounded considerably worse than interrupting a stranger. You stopped beside him, lifting your charger slightly. "Mind if I steal this outlet?" He looked up almost immediately. He had blue eyes, way softer than you'd expected. His gaze flickered briefly from the charger in your hand to the empty socket near his seat before giving a small nod. "Go ahead." His voice was lower than you imagined as well, a little rough around the edges, as though he hadn't used it much that day. "Thanks." You crouched to plug your charger into the outlet, carefully avoiding the awkward dance of invading someone else's personal space. Once your phone was connected, you settled into the empty seat beside him, close enough to keep the cable from stretching across the walkway.
Silence settled between you instantly, completely unfamiliar. The kind shared only by strangers who had accidentally wandered into each other's orbit. You found yourself watching the planes again. He did the same. A baggage cart crossed the tarmac below. Eventually, one of you broke the silence. "You'd think they'd at least give us a better excuse." You weren't entirely sure who had talked until he answered. "Operational issues could mean just about anything." A quiet laugh escaped you. "True." You nodded. "It sounds important enough that people stop asking questions." You smiled a little wider. "I guess that's one way to keep everyone calm." His mouth twitched, just enough to count as a smile.
For another moment, the conversation threatened to disappear again. Then, almost naturally, it continued. "So..." you asked, keeping your tone light. "Where are you coming from?" "D.C." He simply said before glancing towards you, polite enough to return the question. "You?" You told him. He nodded once, as if mentally placing the city on an invisible map before looking back towards the runway. "And San Francisco?" You continued. "Vacation?" A faint, almost amused breath escaped through his nose. "I wish." He said. "So... work." You tried to read his expression. "Something like that." You recognized the subtle shift immediately. Whatever he did for a living, it wasn't something he seemed interested in discussing with someone he'd met less than five minutes ago. Fair enough. "You?" He asked afterwards, smoothly steering the attention away from himself.
You explained your own reason for traveling. He listened without interrupting. Most people nodded automatically during conversations with strangers, already thinking what they'd say next. But he didn't. Every now and then, he'd ask a quiet follow-up question, enough to show he had been paying attention from the beginning. It was oddly refreshing.
The conversation never felt forced. Neither of you volunteered particularly personal details, yet neither seemed in a hurry to end it either. Names remained unspoken, jobs remained vague, histories stayed tucked neatly behind practiced smiles and carefully chosen answers. You were simply two strangers with the same destination, unexpectedly sharing an outlet and a delayed afternoon. Outside, another plane disappeared into the bright afternoon sky. Neither of you noticed that, at some point during the conversation, the silence had stopped feeling awkward altogether.
Time had a strange way of behaving inside airports. It crawled when you watched the departure boards, yet somehow disappeared the moment your attention settled elsewhere. Neither of you seemed particularly eager to return to staring at Gate 28. "So..." you said eventually, slipping your now fully charged phone into your pocket. "Another coffee?" Leon glanced at the paper cup beside him, now completely empty. "...Yeah." It didn't sound exactly enthusiastic. Still, a few minutes later, the two of you were standing in line at one of the cafés overlooking the terminal, surrounded by the comforting smell of roasted coffee beans and warm pastries.
The queue moved slowly, but neither of you seemed to mind. You talked about insignificant things instead. Cities you'd visited, the worst airports either of you had ever been trapped in, the strange satisfaction of window seats. Leon admitted he'd never understood people who willingly chose the middle seat. You told him those people probably didn't have much of a choice. "That's even worse." The corner of your mouth lifted instinctively. "You really don't like flying, do you?" You looked up at him. "I don't mind flying." He paused long enough to take the coffee the barista handed him. "I mind everything that happens before and after it." That earned an actual laugh. One that made him glance at you for a second before taking a sip of his coffee, hiding what looked like the beginning of a smile behind the paper cup.
Another hour disappeared. Your stomach reminded you that airport coffee wasn never meant to be a real meal. You checked the time. Leon followed your gaze. "I guess..." You shrugged. "...since we're already here." He looked towards the collection of restaurants lining the terminal. "Yeah." There wasn't much more discussion than that.
You ended up sharing a small table near one of the food courts, surrounded by travelers balancing trays on their laps while boarding announcements echoed overhead every few minutes. It wasn't particularly good food; neither of you pretended otherwise. "I've had worse." Leon looked down at whatever questionable sandwich he'd ordered. "...I haven't." You laughed hard enough that a couple at the next table glanced over. He looked completely serious, which somehow made it even funnier.
By the time lunch had become little more than empty trays and discarded napkins, the airport had started to feel strangely familiar. You recognized the same airport employees walking past, the same families, the same businessman who seemed permanently attached to his Bluetooth headset, the same shops. With nothing better to do, you leaned back in your chair and nodded toward a man pacing near the windows while aggressively gesturing during a phone call. "Alright." Leon looked over. "What?" "Let's make up stories." He raised an eyebrow." "...Stories?" He repeated. "For people." A beat of silence settled between you. "I'll go first." Without waiting for approval, you pointed discreetly towards the pacing businessman. "He's negotiating a billion-dollar deal." Leon barely looked. "He forgot his wife's birthday." Leon muttered. "What?" You leaned in, trying to have a better view of the man he was pointing. "He's trying to convince her he'll be home in time." You blinked. "That's... surprisingly specific." You said, looking at him. He looked thoughtful, as if he's been on the man's shoes before. "I've seent that face before." You quietly laughed. "Okay."
You pointed towards an elderly woman calmly knitting beside the gate. "What about her?" Leon watched her for about three seconds. "Former spy." You widened your eyes. "Seriously?" He huffed. "No." He frowned for a moment. "Current spy." He corrected. That made you snort. "You're terrible at this." You teased him. "I think I'm excellent," Leon said proudly. "You haven't made up a single normal story." He shrugged immediately. "Normal's boring."
You continued like that far longer than either of you expected. The college student carrying three neck pillows was secretly preparing for an international pillow championship, the little boy dragging a dinosaur backpack was definitely the one in charge of his entire family, and the exhausted flight attendant walking by? She had seen things no human should ever witness. By the end of it, your stomach hurt from laughing. Leon never laughed loudly, though. His humour lived almost entirely in perfectly timed, completely deadpan observations delivered with an expression so serious that they caught you off guard every single time.
Eventually, boredom won again. "So..." You looked around the terminal. "Wanna walk?" He shrugged. "Sure." The shops became your next destination. Bookstores, souvenir stands, duty-free perfumes, shelves full of snacks neither of you intended to buy. You wandered without much purpose, stopping every now and then whenever something caught your attention. Leon followed patiently behind you with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, occasionally making quiet comments about whatever ridiculous item happened to be on display.
Then you found the sunglasses stand. Rows upon rows of colorful frames. Oversized, heart-shaped, neon green, mirrored lenses. Absolutely terrible designs. You picked up the biggest pair you could find. "Oh, absolutely not." Before Leon could react, you'd already held them up in front of him. "Come on," you said. "No." He shook his head immediately. "Please." You pouted. "They're hideous," Leon complained. "Exactly." He looked at the glasses, then at you, and back at the glasses. With the expression of a man accepting his fate, he sighed softly before taking them from your hand. "...Happy?" He slipped them on. The bright orange frames clashed spectacularly with the leather jacket. They somehow made him look both intimidating and deeply ridiculous. He tried his best to stare at you with the most painfully neutral expression imaginable.
You burst into laughter. "I look stupid." He said, checking himself in the mirror. "You look incredible." You kept laughing. "I look like I lost a bet." He corrected. Yet he didn't take them off immediately. Instead, he stood there for another few seconds while you unsuccessfully tried to stop laughing. Only then did he place them back on the shelf. "...You're paying for my dignity." He said. "I don't think it was that expensive." A tiny smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
By late afternoon, you somehow found yourselves standing in front of one of those claw machines every airport seemed contractually obligated to have. "I can get one." You said excitedly, your faces illuminated by the bright pink lights. "You sure?" Leon looked unconvinced. "Absolutely." The claw descended. Missed. "...Okay." Second try. Missed. Third. Missed. Fourth. Missed. Fifth. Missed. By the sixth attempt, Leon had quietly crossed his arms. By the tenth, you stared at the machine in complete disbelief. "It's rigged." You complained. "It usually is." Leon agreed. You folded your arms like a sulking kid. "I hate this thing." Leon looked at the machine, then at the pile of plush toys before looking down at you. "...Move." You stepped aside dramatically. "Oh? Confident?" He huffed a laugh. "No." He slipped a coin into the machine anyway.
The claw moved with slow, deliberate precision; it descended, closed, lifted. For one incredibly tense second, the plush bear wobbled. Then it dropped cleanly into the prize chute. You stared. "...No way." Leon reached down, picked up the little bear, and turned it over once in his hands as if making sure it was intact. Without a word, he held it out towards you. "You won it." He quietly said. "You did." You corrected him, hesitant to take the plushie. "You picked it." Leon shrugged, flashing you a small smile. You accepted the plush with a grin you couldn't quite hide. And this time, Leon returned you a smile just as big without trying to hide it.
By the sixth delay, nobody bothered reacting anymore. The announcement came with the same familiar chime, followed by the same carefully rehearsed apology from the speakers overhead. Another two hours, another revised departure time. Around the gate, the collective frustration had long since burned itself out. Complaints had turned into weary sighs, resigned shrugs, and passengers settling deeper into their seats as if accepting that the airport had become home for the foreseeable future.
Even you barely looked up from where you sat; Leon certainly didn't. He simply glanced towards the departure board, watched the estimated time change once again, and exhaled through his nose. "...Of course." You smiled. "You sound almost disappointed." You pointed out. "I was hoping they'd surprise me." A quiet laugh escaped you. It felt easier now. Everything did. Somewhere over the past several hours, conversation had stopped feeling like something either of you needed to maintain. Silence came naturally, no longer awkward or uncertain, settling comfortably between topics before one of you inevitably found something else to talk about.
You had stopped checking the time every few minutes, stopped worrying about how long you'd known each other, and the airport had become its own little world, existing outside whatever waited beyond it. Evening light spilled through the enormous windows now, painting the terminal in soft shades of amber and gold. The crowds had thinned considerably, replaced by quieter conversations and exhausted travelers trying to make themselves comfortable across rows of unforgiving airport seats.
You found yourselves sitting by the windows again. The stuffed bear Leon had won rested beside your backpack. For a while, neither of you said anything. You simply watched another plane disappear into the horizon. "I don't think I've ever spent this long in an airport." Leon let out a quiet hum. "I have." You looked at him. "...Should I ask?" He briefly shook his head. "You probably shouldn't." His answer came with the faintest hint of amusement. You smiled into your coffee. "Fair enough." Another comfortable silence followed.
Eventually, the conversation wandered somewhere neither of you had expected. You couldn't quite remember who asked first. Maybe spending six unexpected hours with someone stripped away the need for the usual surface-level questions. You spoke about your family, traditions, people who always called at the wrong time, holiday dinners that somehow ended the same way every year. Leon listened with the same quiet attention he'd shown since the beginning of the day. Every now and then, a small smile found its way onto his face. "You close with them?" You asked gently once your own story had run its course. He considered the question longer than any you'd asked before. "...Some." There was something about the way he said it that made it obvious there was more behind the answer, because the full explanation would probably take longer than either of you had. You didn't press.
Then, you let the conversation drift elsewhere. Favorite places, the first city that had ever truly felt like home, the places you'd always wanted to visit. You admitted you'd always wanted to see Iceland. Leon nodded slowly. "I've heard it's beautiful." You looked up at him. "You've never been?" He simply shook his head. "You'd like it." You said, as if you hadn't met him that morning. "...Maybe." The way he said it caught your attention, as though traveling somewhere simply because he wanted to wasn't something he'd ever seriously considered. Like every destination in his life had always belonged to someone else. The realization lingered quietly in the back of your mind.
"What about you?" You asked. "Anywhere you've always wanted to go?" He looked beyond the glass instead of answering immediately. The runway lights had begun to flicker to life one by one as dusk settled over the airport. "I don't know." He finally shrugged. "Haven't really thought about it." He added. "You've never had a dream vacation?" A small smile touched his lips. "I guess I was usually more focused on getting back." Back. The single word settled between you with surprising weight. You found yourself studying for a moment. The leather jacket, the combat boots, the faint lines at the corner of his eyes that looked older than the rest of his face, the small scar disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt, his calloused, rough hands. Hands that looked like they'd spent far more time holding something heavier than a suitcase. He smiled every now and then. He laughed genuinely, too, yet it never quite reached his eyes; those remained heavy.
You wondered, briefly, what kind of life left that look behind. Then you remembered how carefully he'd sidestepped every question about his work. You let the thought go. "If you could wake up anywhere tomorrow," you caught his attention, "where would it be?" This time, he answered almost immediately. "Somewhere quiet." You weren't sure why that answer made your chest ache. "It sounds nice," you admitted. "It does." His voice had gone softer now. "I don't think I've had quiet in a long time."
Neither of you spoke after that. The silence felt necessary. Outside, another aircraft disappeared into the deepening evening sky; inside, boarding gates continued opening and closing, travelers hugged goodbye, children laughed somewhere down the terminal, and another announcement echoed overhead. For the first time all day, neither of you paid it any attention. Somehow, without either of you noticing exactly when it had happened, the delayed flight had stopped being the reason you were still there. Now, it simply felt like borrowed time.
Night settled over the airport so gradually that neither of you noticed exactly when it happened. One moment, the runway had been bathed in the warm glow of sunset. The next, it was a sea of scattered lights stretching into the darkness, blue taxiway lamps and blinking beacons reflecting faintly against the giant glass windows. The terminal had changed with it. The crowds that had once filled every row of seats had slowly disappeared, swallowed by departing flights or redirected towards hotels after endless cancellations. The constant buzz of conversation had softened into something quieter, interrupted only by the occasional suitcase rolling across polished floors or another boarding announcement echoing through the nearly empty concourse.
Even the cafés had begun pulling chairs onto tables. It felt peaceful. You found yourselves back where the day had started. The same seats overlooking the runway and the same wide windows. Only, now, everything outside shimmered beneath the darkness instead of the afternoon sun. For a while, neither of you spoke. Another aircraft slowly pushed back from its gate in the distance, guided by glowing orange wands and tiny figures in reflective jackets. Its engines roared to life moments later, the sound muffled by layers of thick glass before the plane gathered speed and disappeared into the night sky.
You watched until its blinking light became impossible to distinguish from the stars. Beside you, Leon sat with one arm resting across the back of his chair, a paper cup of coffee turning cold between his hands. He looked lighter than he used to look when you met him in the morning. The permanent tension you'd noticed had eased almost imperceptibly from his shoulders, leaving behind someone who looked less like he was waiting for the next emergency and more like a man who'd simply run out of places to be. You wondered if he had noticed it himself.
"I almost don't want them to call out flight anymore." The words left you before you had time to think about them. Leon looked over. His expression softened with quiet amusement. "That's a dangerous thing to admit." He said. "I know." You smiled faintly. "But after waiting this long," you glanced back towards the runway, "it almost feels wrong for the day to end." He followed your gaze.
For a long moment, his voice was quieter than you'd heard it all day. "I know what you mean." The answer surprised you because of the honesty in it. His eyes remained fixed on the lights outside. "I..." He paused, searching for words that didn't seem to come easily. "I can't remember the last time I had a day like this." You turned your head slightly. "A delayed flight?" He let out a quiet laugh. "No." His fingers rotated the paper cup slowly between his palms. "...A normal day," Instinct told you not to interrupt him. "I usually..." He hesitated again. "...I'm usually somewhere else." The answer was deliberately vague.
Whenever the conversation wandered too close to whatever his life really looked like, Leon never lied. He simply stepped around the truth. You had stopped trying to chase it. "It's nice," he continued after another quiet pause. "Talking to someone without..." he frowned faintly, as though trying to explain a feeling he'd never put into words before. "...without having to think about what's next." His shoulders lifted in a small shrug. "No phone calls," his thumb brushed absentmindedly against the cardboard sleeve around his coffee, "no deadlines," another plane climbed into the darkness, "no one asking anything from me." The corners of his mouth curved into a tired smile. "I forgot what that felt like." Something in your chest tightened.
Throughout the day, you'd caught glimpses of the exhaustion behind his eyes. Now, sitting beneath the dim lights of an almost empty terminal, it looked even more obvious. He smiled, joked, carried conversations with quiet patience, but there was an unmistakable weariness beneath all of it.
Without thinking much of it, your hand shifted when it rested on the armrest between your seats, closer to his. Your fingers brushed lightly against the back of his hand, so briefly that you could have convinced yourself it hadn't happened at all. For half a second, Leon went still. He looked down. Then, instead of pulling away, he turned his hand over until the side of his little finger rested against yours. It wasn't really holding hands, but it somehow felt like the acknowledgement that neither of you seemed to mind the other's presence anymore. Neither of you looked at the other, making the moment feel even more intimate.
"I guess..." Leon muttered after a while, almost to himself. "What?" He watched the reflection of the runway lights dance across the glass. "...I'm glad the flight got delayed." You looked at him. He was still staring ahead, wearing the same small, tired smile he had worn all day. You couldn't help smiling too. "...Me too." For a moment, the silence that followed didn't feel like something waiting to be broken; it felt more like something the two of you had built together.
The announcement came so unexpectedly that, for a second, neither of you could believe it was actually happening. The familiar chime echoed through the terminal once more, followed by the calm voice that had spent the better part of the day apologizing to an increasingly impatient crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now ready to begin boarding Flight 482 to San Francisco..." You blinked. Leon looked up from the book he'd absentmindedly picked up from one of the airport shops hours earlier.
The two of you stared at each other. "...Huh." That was all he said. A laugh escaped you. "You sound surprised." You stood up from your seat. "I am." He folded the page he'd been pretending to read, slipping the book back into his backpack before standing. "I figured we'd spend the night here." He said, almost disappointed. "I'm pretty sure they were considering it." The corners of his mouth lifted briefly. "So was I."
Around you, the few remaining passengers stirred back to life, gathering forgotten jackets, charging cables, neck pillows, and half-empty coffee cups with the slugging movements of people who had spent far too many hours waiting for permission to continue with their lives. It felt strangely bittersweet.
The gate that had slowly transformed into something familiar over the course of an entire day was suddenly just a boarding area again. Rows of identical seats, bright overhead lights, and a departure screen finally displaying the word BOARDING instead of another delay. You unplugged your phone from the outlet that had accidentally introduced you to Leon hours ago. The battery was full again. It was funny; somehow it felt like the day had charged more than just your phone.
The line moved slowly. By the time your boarding passes were scanned, walking side by side had become the most natural thing in the world. You crossed the jet bridge together, the low hum of the aircraft growing louder with every step. The recycled air hit you the moment you stepped inside the cabin. Flight attendants welcomed passengers with practiced smiles despite the impossibly long day you imagined they had as well. People shuffled into overhead bins, someone argued politely over luggage space, a child somewhere near the back announced to the entire plane that they didn't want the window seat anymore.
Leon stepped aside to let another passenger squeeze past before glancing down at his boarding pass. "...So." You unfolded yours as well. A20. He looked at his, hoping destiny would have done its job. B33. For a brief second, neither of you said anything. "Oh." It came out quieter than you intended. Leon let out a small breath through his nose. "...Figured." The same resigned acceptance you'd heard every time the airport had found a new way to inconvenience him appeared again. You couldn't help smiling. "I guess our luck finally ran out." He looked between the two boarding passes once more before slipping his into his jacket pocket. "...We had a pretty good run."
As you reached your seats and it was time to split your paths apart, there was a hesitation that hadn't existed that morning. A hesitation that only appeared when saying goodbye suddenly felt more difficult than expected. "Well..." You said as you sat. "...See you when we land?" His expression softened. "Yeah." Leon nodded. "I'll see you then." You smiled one last time before you watched him continue towards his row.
You could feel his presence disappear gradually behind you as the distance between your seats grew with every step. It felt odd. Only that morning, he had been nothing more than another stranger sitting a few chairs away at the gate. Now, being separated by a handful of rows somehow felt unnatural. You settled into your seat beside the window, fastening your seatbelt while passengers continued filtering into the cabin around you. A few rows behind, you caught a brief glimpse of Leon lifting his carry-on into the overhead compartment before disappearing from view.
The cabin lights dimmed not long after. Outside, the runway shimmered beneath the sea of airport lights that had kept you company all evening. The aircraft pushed back from the gate with a gentle jolt, the engines slowly building into a steady, reassuring roar. As the plane began its taxi towards the runway, you rested your head lightly against the cool window. Hours ago, all you had wanted was for the flight to leave on time. Now, watching the terminal grow smaller beyond the glass and spotting the arm of the stuffed teddy bear Leon got you peeking from your bag, you realized that the best part of the journey had happened before the plane had ever left the ground.
After an entire day of delays, laughter, conversations, and countless cups of coffee, the flight passed in a blur of dim cabin lights and quiet exhaustion. At some point after take-off, the passenger beside you had fallen asleep while reading a book. The cabin remained wrapped in the comfortable silence that only existed on late-night flights. You caught yourself wondering what Leon was doing somewhere behind you. Whether he had managed to sleep, whether he was looking out of another window, whether he was thinking about the day as much as you were, whether he got the hated middle seat.
Before long, the captain announced the descent. The city slowly emerged beneath the clouds, scattered with thousands of tiny lights stretching endlessly into the darkness. The wheels touched the runway with a gentle bump.
The airport looked entirely different at this hour. Most travelers moved with the sleepy determination of people who wanted nothing more than to reach a bed. You waited near baggage claim longer than expected, watching suitcases circle endlessly around the carousel. It wasn't until a familiar leather jacket appeared beside you that you realized you'd been looking for it. Leon offered a tired nod. "Guess they delayed the luggage too." You smiled. "Wouldn't surprise me." He looked just as exhausted as before. His hair had become slightly messier during the flight, and there were faint shadows beneath his eyes that the bright fluorescent lights did nothing to hide. Yet somehow, he looked relaxed.
Eventually, your suitcase appeared. Then his. The two of you stepped away from the carousel together, following the stream of passengers towards the arrivals hall. Automatic doors opened. Cool night air drifted inside. People reunited with waiting families while others held up a handwritten sign. Taxi drivers called out destinations. The airport, which had felt like an entirely different world only hours ago, suddenly became nothing more than another building where people hurried through.
You slowed your pace without really meaning to. Leon matched it. The sliding doors leading outside stood only a few feet away. You both stopped for a brief second; neither of you seemed entirely sure what came next. You adjusted your grip on your suitcase. "So..." A small smile found its way onto your face. "I guess this is officially a goodbye." Leon didn't answer immediately. He looked down, his fingers tightening slightly around the handle of his suitcase before relaxing again. He looked strangely conflicted. You remembered the way he'd answered questions throughout the day, but this felt different, as though whatever was running through his mind required considerably more courage than he was used to asking from himself.
He finally looked up. "Is it okay..." He hesitated. "...if I asked for your number?" For just a moment, you simply looked at him. Then you laughed. "I was starting to think you never would." It only took him nearly ten hours to ask for it. "You were?" Something shifted in his expression to something warmer. "I've been waiting since... probably the stuffed bear." His eyebrows lifted with surprise. "That long?" You nudged him softly. "You won a plushie for me." He shyly nodded. "And tried those awful sunglasses." You added with a wide smile. A quiet chuckle escaped him. "I think we've earned exchanging numbers." He nodded again, taking out his phone. "...Yeah, I think we have."
You handed him your phone. His fingers brushed yours as he typed his number into the contacts. When he handed the phone back, it vibrated almost immediately. A new message. Leon 😎. You couldn't help laughing at the cute emoticon beside his name. He slipped his own phone into his pocket. "So..." A taxi pulled up nearby. Someone called your name from farther down the curb. The real world had finally caught up with the little bubble the two of you had been living in since that first delay announcement. "I'll text you," Leon said. "You better," you joked, already walking away with a smile plastered on your face. This time, saying goodbye didn't feel nearly as difficult because it wasn't really goodbye anymore. It was simply 'see you later'.
A year later...
The apartment smelled faintly of garlic, butter, and something simmering on the stove. Rain tapped softly against the windows, the city blurring under golden lights. You heard the familiar sound of keys rattling against the lock. A second later, the front door opened. Leon stepped inside with a tired sigh, quietly closing it behind him before toeing off his boots. His jacket looked damp from the rain. His shoulders carried that same invisible weight you'd noticed the day you met. Only now, it never stayed there for long. "You home?" he called, already knowing the answer. "In here." He followed your voice into the kitchen.
You were standing by the stove, giving whatever was in the pan one final stir before setting the spoon aside. Dinner was already on the table; steam curled lazily into the air. Leon stopped in the doorway, taking a few seconds to simply look at the apartment and you. A smile appeared on his face, the kind that reached his eyes. "I made your favorite," you said excitedly. "I could smell it from the hallway." He crossed the room without another word.
His hand settled gently against your waist as he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. The kind of greeting that had quietly become a habit. "You look tired," you whispered. "I am." He said, his lips still glued to your temple. "You don't have to tell me about today if you don't want to." He rested his forehead against yours for a moment, closing his eyes. "Thanks..." There was still weight in his life; there would probably always be. Some things couldn't simply disappear. But now, at the end of long days, he always had somewhere quiet to come back to, somewhere his favorite dinner was waiting for him after the person he quietly fell for cooked it.
Sometimes, the best journeys didn't begin when the plane finally took off. Sometimes... they began because that plane didn't really take off.
Pairing: Camp Counselor re4r Leon x Camp Counselor f!reader
Words: 6872 words
Warnings: Mentions of blood
Plot: The camp's annual Capture the Flag competition quickly turns into chaos when you and Leon find yourselves on the same team, and, somehow, arguing over every strategy imaginable. But after an unexpected fall leaves you with nothing more than a scraped hand, Leon's paramedic instincts take over. While the game carries on without you, maybe getting a little lost together wasn't such a bad strategy after all.
A/N: Leon curing reader UGH I LOVE PARAMEDIC LEON. Also, this is almost over 😭😭 hope you guys enjoy this chapter ❤️
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The morning sun had barely climbed above the pine trees when the last of the breakfast trays was stacked away. The smell of toasted bread and coffee still lingered in the air as campers gradually drifted towards the open clearing at the center of the camp, chatting excitedly amongst themselves. Some carried half-finished cups of juice; others were still trying to wake up, rubbing sleep from their eyes as they found places to sit on the weathered logs arranged in a circle. You leaned against one of the tables beside Leon, absently sipping from your water bottle while watching Carlos unsuccessfully attempt to steal a piece of fruit from Claire's breakfast plate before she smacked his hand away without even looking up. Some things never changed.
At the front of the clearing, Chris clapped his hands together, the sharp sound cutting through the chatter almost instantly. "Alright, everyone! Eyes up here." The conversations slowly died down, replaced by dozens of expectant faces turning towards him. Jill folded her arms with an amused smile while Claire stepped beside Chris, carrying a rolled-up map of the camp. Carlos leaned lazily against a nearby fence, already looking far too entertained by whatever Chris was about to announce.
Chris waited until everyone was paying attention before a grin spread across his face. "We're playing..." He paused just long enough for the anticipation to build. "...Capture the Flag." The reaction was immediate. Cheers erupted around the clearing. Several campers exchanged excited looks, others practically bounced where they sat, already throwing around ideas before the explanation had even begun. You couldn't help smiling. Leon glanced sideways at you. "I knew you'd like this one." He whispered. "Oh please." You smirked. "I'm going to destroy you." A quiet laugh escaped him. "You say that like we're not on the same team." You simply looked at him sideways. "See?" he teased. "Already planning to betray me." You nudged his shoulder with yours, earning another soft chuckle before Chris cleared his throat dramatically to regain everyone's attention.
"The rules are simple," he explained, waiting until the murmuring settled again. "You'll be split into two teams. Each team will have a flag hidden somewhere in the forest surrounding the camp. Your objective is to find the opposing team's flag and bring it back to your own base before they steal yours." Claire stepped forward, pointing to different areas on the map she'd unrolled. "Your flags have to stay visible," she added. "No burying them underground, no hanging them thirty feet up a tree, and definitely no hiding them inside someone's backpack." Some campers laughed guiltily. "I was literally thinking about the backpack thing," someone admitted from the back. "I know," Claire replied with a knowing smile. "That's why I mentioned it." Carlos let out a snort beside her.
"If a member of the opposing team tags you while you're on their side of the field," Chris continued, "you're captured." Jill picked up the explanation without missing a beat. "You'll have to stay in your team's jail until one of your teammates reaches you and frees you. No running away, no pretending you weren't tagged, and no arguing with the counselors." She looked pointedly towards a group of boys who suddenly found the ground incredibly interesting. "I wasn't going to argue..." One of them muttered. "You were absolutely going to argue," Carlos said. More laughter broke out across the clearing.
"And before anyone asks," Chris added with a knowing sigh, "yes, counselors are allowed to play." The announcement somehow made everyone even louder. Immediately, campers began whispering about who they hoped would end up on their team. Some confidently declared that having Leon guaranteed victory, others insisted Jill would be impossible to catch, a few dramatically complained that Chris was 'basically cheating' simply by existing. You caught Leon smiling to himself as he watched the chaos unfold. "What?" You asked quietly. He shook his head with a soft expression. "Nothing." His eyes wandered over the campers, all of them buzzing with excitement, already treating the game like the most important mission of their lives.
"I just forgot how competitive they can be." You laughed under your breath. "You say that as if you're going to be any better." Leon looked back at you, a familiar spark of playful challenge appearing in his blue eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about." You raised an eyebrow. "I give you..." You pretended to think for a moment. "...about ten minutes before you start taking this way too seriously." A crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You'll see." Somehow, that tiny grin told you everything you needed to know. This was going to get very competitive.
Chris waited for the chatter to settle again before reaching into the pocket of his shorts and pulling out a small cloth bag. "Since none of you can be trusted to make fair teams," he announced, shaking the bag for dramatic effect, "we're doing this the old-fashioned way." A collective groan echoed around the clearing. Inside the bag were dozens of folded pieces of colored paper. Simple enough. Each camper, and each counselor, would draw one at random. "Unless," Carlos added with a grin, "you enjoy cleaning the bathrooms." The complaints died immediately.
One by one, everyone stepped forward to draw their color. The atmosphere grew increasingly louder with every reveal as friends celebrated ending up together while others dramatically mourned being separated. You unfolded your slip. Blue. Before you could even glance around to see who else had drawn the same color, someone appeared beside you. "Looks like we're teammates." Leon held up his own paper between two fingers with an almost smug smile. "Guess you're stuck with me." You smiled softly. "I think it's the other way around." He teased, narrowing his eyes at you. You rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you.
Across the clearing, Chris unfolded his own slip. Red. He looked from the paper in his hand to yours, then to Leon's. A long, theatrical sigh escaped him. "You two have to be kidding me." Carlos leaned over to peek at Chris' paper before letting out an exaggerated laugh. "Oh, that's rough." Chris pointed accusingly between the two of you. "You're so lucky." Leon didn't even hesitate. A satisfied grin spread across his face as he tucked the blue slip into his pocket. "Skill issue." A chorus of amused laughs erupted from the nearby campers. Chris stared at him for a second before shaking his head with a disbelieving smile. "I already regret letting you play." You couldn't hold back your laugh.
The familiar back-and-forth between the two of them had become almost routine over the past week, and somehow it never stopped being entertaining. Chris turned his attention to you instead, pointing a finger in your direction with mock seriousness. "Don't let him boss you around." You glanced sideways at Leon. He looked positively offended. "I never boss her around," Leon complained. "You absolutely do," Chris replied. Leon opened his mouth to defend himself. "I make strategic-." "Bossy," Chris interrupted. You bit back another laugh before shrugging innocently. "I make no promises." Chris nodded as if he'd expected you to answer that. "I knew I couldn't count on you." Leon rested a hand dramatically over his chest. "I'm wounded." He said. "No," Chris corrected, folding his arms. "You're insufferable." "Yet somehow," Leon replied, unable to hide the grin tugging at his lips, "you still hire me." Chris muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, 'unfortunately'.
Before Leon could come up with another smart remark, Jill clapped her hands once. "Alright, kids." Every counselor, including Chris and Leon, looked over. "You've had your fun," she said, fighting back a smile. "Now go meet your teams before these kids start the game without us." The campers had already begun gathering into their respective groups, excitement buzzing through the clearing as plans were thrown around before the match had even started. You exchanged a quick glance with Leon. His grin hadn't disappeared; neither had yours. Something told you being on the same team was either going to be your greatest advantage or an absolute disaster.
The blue team gathered beneath the shade of a large oak tree while the red team moved to the opposite side of the clearing. The excitement that had filled the camp only minutes earlier had settled into something sharper now, a restless anticipation as everyone waited for a plan. Claire crouched beside a rough map of the camp drawn in the dirt with a stick. "Alright," she said. "You've got ten minutes to come up with a strategy before the game starts." The moment she stepped back, every camper seemed to have an opinion. "We should hide everyone around the flag." "No, we all attach together." "What if we split into pairs?" "I call being with Leon!" "Absolutely not," another camper complained. "He's carrying."
The conversations quickly merged into complete chaos. You folded your arms, listening for a few seconds before speaking up. "We're wasting time." Several heads turned towards you. "We should just rush their side before they've even finished hiding their flag." A few campers nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah!" "They won't expect it!" Some of them said. "Exactly," you continued. "Half of them will still be arguing about where to put the flag." Before anyone could get too excited, Leon calmly stepped forward. "I don't think that's a good idea." You looked at him. He was already studying the map on the ground with the focused expression you knew all too well. "If we send everyone charging in," he explained, "we'll leave our own flag completely exposed." He pointed towards a cluster of trees near the edge of the forest. "We should leave a small defense team here." His fingers shifted farther across the map. "Then send another group around the east side to create a distraction." Another point. "Meanwhile, a smaller team circles behind them and looks for their flag while everyone's attention is somewhere else."
Some campers exchanged impressed looks. "...That actually sounds smart."You stared at Leon for a second before letting out a dramatic sigh. "That is the worst strategy I've ever heard." His head slowly turned towards you. "...Excuse me?" Leon said, blinking. "Says the guy who wants to hold a committee meeting before moving." A couple of campers snorted. Leon blinked again, looking almost offended. "It's called planning." "It's called boring." You corrected. "It keeps people from getting captured." "It also keeps people from having fun." You corrected again. "It wins games." You took a step closer towards Leon. "It puts people to sleep." You said, looking at him straight into his eyes. Leon pressed his lips together, clearly debating whether to continue arguing or simply accept that you were impossible. He chose the first option.
"If you sprint into the forest with no plan, you're going to get tagged in under two minutes." You smiled sweetly. "Then I guess you'll have to come rescue me." You teased him. A wide smirk appeared on his face, followed by a hollowed huff of laughter. "That's not the point." He said, looking down at you. "No," you replied with a grin. "I think it is." The campers surrounding you had stopped contributing altogether. Instead, they watched the two of you with growing amusement, their eyes moving back and forth like spectators at a tennis match.
"So your brilliant strategy," Leon continued, "is to run in screaming and hope for the best?" You frowned at him. "I never said screaming." You complained. "You implied it." Leon scoffed. "I implied confidence." You corrected. "You implied chaos." Leon corrected again. "They're practically the same thing." You argued. "They are absolutely not." A beat of silence passed. One of the younger campers looked between you and Leon before bursting into laughter, followed by the rest of the team. "Can you stop fighting like a married couple and agree on a strategy?" Claire asked between laughs. Both you and Leon answered at exactly the same time. "We're not fighting!" The laughter only grew louder. You looked at each other. "...We're discussing." Leon pinched the bridge of his nose with an exasperated smile, while you looked far too pleased with yourself.
In the end, the team settled on a compromise. Mostly Leon's plan. With just enough of your recklessness mixed in to make him quietly question every decision that had led him to this very moment. He caught you smiling at him from the corner of your eye and simply shook his head. "This is going to be a long game." He sighed. "It'll be a fun one." Despite himself, the corner of his mouth curved into another smile.
A loud whistle pierced the morning air. For the briefest moment, the entire forest fell silent. Then chaos erupted. Campers scattered in every direction, their laughter and excited shouts echoing beneath the towering pines as blue and red shirts disappeared between the trees. Leaves rustled under hurried footsteps, branches swayed as children ducked behind bushes, and somewhere off to your left, someone yelled triumphantly before another voice immediately shouted that they'd been tagged.
The quiet woodland transformed into a battlefield in a matter of seconds. You barely had time to watch your own team split into their assigned groups before two younger campers sprinted past you, laughing so hard they almost ran straight into a tree. "Wrong way!" Someone yelled after them. "It was a tactical retreat!" They replied. "It absolutely wasn't!" A burst of laughter followed.
Further ahead, Carlos dramatically threw himself behind a fallen log as three campers charged after him. "You'll never take me alive!" He declared. "You're already dead!" Jill called from somewhere deeper in the woods. You couldn't help smiling as you slipped between the trees, weaving around thick roots and patches of ferns. Sunlight filtered through the canopy overhead in scattered beams, painting shifting patterns across the forest floor. At the same time, voices bounced from every direction, making it nearly impossible to tell where anyone actually was.
The game had only just begun, and already it felt wonderfully out of control. Exactly as you'd hoped. Behind you, Leon caught up after finishing a quick conversation with the campers assigned to defend your flag. "You know," he said between steady breaths, "running blindly into enemy territory still isn't a strategy." He complained. "It worked, didn't it?" You chuckled. "So?" You added. "So statistically speaking-." "Oh no." You looked over your shoulder with exaggerated horror. "Don't start bringing statistics into Capture the Flag." You rolled your eyes. "I'm just saying.-" "No." You cut him off again. "Would you at least let me finish?" You shook your head. His quiet sigh was almost lost beneath the noise surrounding you.
Ahead, a group of red team campers darted across a narrow clearing before disappearing behind a cluster of rocks. You instinctively grabbed Leon's sleeve, pulling him back behind the trunk of a large pine just before one of them glanced in your direction. The two of you remained still. Only the sound of hurried footsteps passed a few yards away before gradually fading into the distance. You peeked around the tree. The path ahead was clear again. Without hesitation, you pointed deeper into the forest. "Follow me." Leon looked where you were pointing. Then back at you. "Absolutely not." You raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" You asked. "Because judging by the expression on your face, you've just had an idea." Leon lowered his voice. "I have." You admitted shamelessly. "That's exactly what worries me." You flashed him an innocent smile that fooled neither of you. "It'll be fine." Those four words somehow made him even less convinced.
You didn't wait for further discussion. The moment the path cleared, you slipped between the trees, moving quickly but carefully towards the enemy's side of the forest. Leon watched you disappear behind a thick patch of undergrowth. He stayed exactly where he was for perhaps three whole seconds. Then he let out a long, resigned breath. "...Unbelievable." Shaking his head with a helpless smile, he pushed past the branches and followed after you anyway.
You heard the footsteps behind you and glanced back with a smug grin. "I thought you said no." You teased him. "I did." He said, walking close behind you. "And yet..." "I've reached the conclusion that if I don't come with you," he replied, carefully stepping over a fallen branch, "I'm probably going to spend the rest of this game dragging you out of trouble." Your grin only widened. "So you admit you need me." You kept teasing him. "I haven't said that," Leon replied immediately. "You were thinking it." You said, turning around to face him. "Now you can read my mind too?" Leon huffed a quiet laugh. "Maybe." You intertwined your hands behind your back. Leon looked at you for a moment before a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You are exhausting." He said. "You didn't say that last night." You winked at him, turning around again to keep walking forward. He opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready with another sarcastic remark. Instead, he simply shook his head. Against all common sense, you were right.
Without either of you really noticing when it happened, the sounds of the game began to fade into the distance. The shouting became muffled; the laughter was less frequent. Even the occasional whistle seemed farther away as you and Leon ventured deeper into the forest, weaving through towering pines and dense patches of ferns where shafts of sunlight barely reached the ground.
The air felt cooler beneath the thick canopy, carrying the earthy scent of damp moss and pine needles. Every now and then, the quiet was broken by the snap of a twig beneath your boots or the rustle of leaves stirred by a light summer breeze. You slowed your pace, instinctively lowering your voice. "I think we're close." Leon glanced around, taking in the dense woodland surrounding you before looking back at the faint trail ahead. "Or," he whispered, "we've managed to get completely lost." You gave him a look over your shoulder. "I know where I'm going." You replied immediately. "That's what worries me." A smile tugged at your lips. This conversation and situation felt utterly familiar.
The two of you moved carefully between the trees, pausing every few moments to listen. Somewhere ahead came the distant murmur of voices. To your right, a flash of red disappeared behind a fallen log. You immediately reached back, lightly catching Leon's wrist to stop him before he stepped into the clearing. He looked down at your hand for the briefest moment. You simply nodded towards the movement. He followed your gaze.
Two campers from the opposing team stood several yards away, completely focused on watching another section of the forest. They hadn't noticed you yet. You exchanged a quick glance. Without needing to discuss it, you quietly circled around them, using the thick tree trunks as cover until their voices gradually disappeared behind you. Only once you were safely out of earshot did Leon allow himself a quiet breath. "I'll admit..." You looked at him expectantly. "...that was surprisingly well executed." A victorious grin spread across your face. "I knew it." You said enthusiastically. "I didn't say your plan was good; I only admitted one tiny part of it worked." You folded your arms with exaggerated satisfaction. "Admit it." Leon didn't even hesitate. "Never." You laughed quietly, careful not to let the sound carry too far. "My plan worked." He looked at you with that familiar mixture of amusement and stubbornness that had become increasingly common whenever the two of you disagreed. "Against all laws of probability." You bumped your shoulder lightly against his as you continued walking.
A comfortable silence settled between you after that. You found yourself stealing a glance at him as he scanned the trees ahead, every movement instinctive and measured despite this being nothing more than a camp game. Even now, there was a quiet awareness in the way he carried himself, the habits of someone who was always paying attention, always looking out for the people around him. He suddenly looked over. You were just a fraction too slow to look away. "...What?" You blinked. "What what?" You asked, confused. "You were staring." You looked around you, as if Leon could be meaning someone else. "I wasn't." You turned back to him. "You definitely were." Leon crossed his arms against his chest. "I was checking if you were finally going to admit I was right." A soft laugh escaped him. "You're not going to stop until I admit it, will you?" You smiled to yourself as you stepped over a moss-covered log. "Bingo." Leon shook his head, still smiling despite himself. "In your dreams."
The playful exchange faded into another easy silence as you continued deeper into the forest, shoulders occasionally brushing whenever the path narrowed. Neither of you realized just how far you'd wandered from the rest of the campers. Nor how quickly one careless step was about to bring your little victory march to an abrupt end.
The peaceful quiet didn't last long. A burst of laughter echoed somewhere behind you, followed by a chorus of excited voices. "They went this way!" "Don't let them get away!" Your eyes met Leon's for barely a second before you both took off. The forest blurred around you as you sprinted between the trees, ducking beneath low branches and weaving around thick trunks that forced you to constantly change direction. Dry leaves crackled beneath your boots, and every breath filled your lungs with the crisp scent of pine.
Behind you, the distant shouts grew louder. You laughed under your breath. "They're gaining on us." You said. "They're kids," Leon replied, keeping pace beside you. "They're fueled entirely by sugar." He joked. "And revenge." You pointed out without lowering your pace. "Mostly revenge." Leon agreed with a breathless laugh.
You glanced over your shoulder, trying to spot how close they really were. It was only for a second. Long enough to miss the thick root stretching across the narrow trail. Your boot caught against it. Everything happened at once. The ground disappeared beneath your feet, your balance lurched forward before you had any chance to recover it, and the world tipped violently as you stumbled. Instinctively, you threw your hands to stop the fall. Your palm scraped roughly across gravel and bark. A sharp sting shot through your skin. Your knee stuck the forest floor a heartbeat later with a dull thud. "...Ow." For a brief moment, the only sound was the rustling of disturbed leaves settling around you.
"Hey." The change in Leon was immediate. The teasing smile that had lingered on his face seconds earlier vanished completely. Every trace of amusement disappeared, replaced by something much more familiar: concern. He was beside you almost instantly, dropping to one knee without a second thought. "Are you okay?" His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable urgency beneath it. You let out a quiet breath as you pushed yourself upright, brushing dirt from your hands. "I'm fine." It wasn't a lie. Your pride had suffered more damage than anything else. Just a scraped hand and a bruised knee; you'll survive. You started to get back to your feet. "No." Leon gently caught your wrist before you could fully stand. "Stay still." You looked at him in disbelief. "...Leon." He either didn't hear you or deliberately chose not to.
His attention had already shifted entirely to the angry red scrape across your palm. Carefully, he turned your hand over, his fingers surprisingly gentle despite the firm confidence of someone who had performed this same assessment hundreds of times before. The playful counselor had been replaced by the professional paramedic.
His eyes moved quickly over the abrasion, checking for embedded dirt, testing your range of motion with practiced precision before briefly glancing towards your knee. "You landed on this side?" You nodded. He frowned slightly. "Does your wrist hurt?" "No." "Can you move your fingers?" You flexed them. "See?" His expression didn't soften. "And your knee?" You tried to move it but stopped immediately. "It stings." You explained. "Sharp pain?" You shook your head. "Dizzy?" You sighed dramatically. "No." "Nauseous?" "Leon." Only then did he finally look up. Those familiar blue eyes met yours, still carrying the quiet intensity of someone whose first instinct was always to make sure everyone else was okay before allowing himself to relax.
For a second, neither of you spoke. Then his shoulders loosened almost imperceptibly. "...Okay." The single word came out softer this time, almost relieved. He looked back down at your scraped hand, gently brushing away a few stubborn flecks of dirt with his thumb before reaching towards the small pouch secured to his belt. The familiar black case looked almost comically out of place in the middle of a game of Capture the Flag.
You stared at it for a moment before looking back at him. "...You carry a first aid kit?" He didn't even look up as he unzipped it. "Always." The answer came so naturally that it almost sounded obvious. Inside, everything was neatly organized. Gauze, antiseptic wipes, bandages, adhesive strips... every item tucked into its place with the kind of precision that told you he'd opened this kit countless times before. Your chest warmed.
Leon pulled out an antiseptic wipe before taking your injured hand again, his touch impossibly gentle. "This might sting a little." He warned. "It'll be-." The moment the antiseptic touched the scrape, you hissed through your teeth. "...Okay, maybe a little." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I warned you." He continued cleaning the graze with slow, careful movements, making sure every speck of dirt was gone without putting more pressure than necessary. Every now and then he paused, checking your reaction before continuing. "Too much?" You shook your head. He resumed. A second later, he leaned forward slightly and blew a soft stream of cool air across your palm. The sting eased almost immediately. "There," he murmured. "Better?" "...Yeah." He nodded, seemingly satisfied, before reaching for a small bandage.
As he carefully placed the bandage over your palm, the forest around you seemed to fade into the background. The distant laughter of the campers you managed to get rid of, the occasional whistle, the rustling leaves. It all became strangely muted. Your attention had settled entirely on him. On the way his brows drew together in concentration as though this tiny scrape deserved the same care as any emergency he'd treated, on the soft fan of lashes that lowered every time he focused on something delicate, on the warmth of his hands as they cradled yours with effortless ternderness, on the calm cadence of his voice, steady and reassuring without him even realizing it, and most of all, on the unmistakable worry lingering in his expression, as if though you being hurt had been enough to erase every trace of playfulness from his face.
Your heart squeezed. You'd seen Leon laugh, tease Chris until the poor man questioned his life choices, and make the campers laugh so hard they could barely stand. But seeing him treat you like this, not only when you had sex, somehow made you fall for him all over again. He smoothed the edge of the bandage, finally lifting his head before another loop around your wrist. Only then did he realize you hadn't looked away once.
"...What?" You blinked, almost as though you'd been caught doing something wrong. A smile slowly spread across your face. "Nothing." He raised an eyebrow. You hesitated for a second before the words escaped. "You're just..." You felt your cheeks warm. "...really handsome when you take care of me." The birds seemed louder. Even the breeze through the tree felt suddenly noticeable in the middle of the silence that settled between you. Leon simply stared at you. He blinked once, then again. A slow flush crept across his cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears until his face had turned a familiar shade of pink.
He looked away first, clearing his throat with obvious difficulty. "...You picked a really weird time to flirt." A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it. "You started it." His head snapped back towards you, equal parts confused and surprised. "I didn't." He shrugged it off. You tried very hard to hide the smile threatening your lips. Then you pointed at him. "You're blushing." He let out a long, defeated sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he fought a losing battle as well against the color still burning across his face.
"Does it hurt when you move your fingers?" You flexed them absentmindedly. "No." He nodded. "What about your wrist?" He asked again. "It's fine." "Let me bandage your knee, then." He said, already moving towards your leg. "It's okay, it's just a small bruise." You stopped him. "You sure?" You hummed in response. He looked unconvinced. "You'd tell me if.-" "Leon." You grabbed his hand. His eyes flickered up for a second. "I'm okay." He held your gaze for a moment before giving a small nod. "...Okay." Even then, you could tell he wasn't entirely convinced. He simply trusted your answer enough to stop asking.
Even after he was satisfied with the dressing, he still held your hand for another second. He finally seemed willing to believe you really were alright. Above your heads, the branches swayed gently in the breeze, scattering patches of golden sunlight across the forest floor. Somewhere far away, another burst of cheering erupted before fading just as quickly. The game was still going. For a few stolen moments, neither of you seemed particularly interested in rejoining it. You watched him tuck the remaining supplies neatly back into the little first-aid kit, every item returning to exactly the place it belonged.
"You know..." Your voice barely rose above the rustling leaves. "You're always taking care of everyone." Leon paused halfway through closing the pouch. A small shrug lifted one shoulder. "Kind of comes with the job." You smiled to yourself. Then, you slowly shook your head. "No." His fingers stopped moving. For the first time since he started packing away the supplies, he looked back at you. There was a quiet curiosity in his eyes. You held his gaze. "I think that's just who you are." The words came out softly. For a heartbeat, Leon didn't react. Then something in his expression shifted. The easy smile he'd worn all morning disappeared, replaced by a vulnerable stillness.
His eyes searched yours as if trying to figure out whether you truly meant it. You did. You meant the way he instinctively noticed when one of the younger campers looked homesick before anyone else did, the way he always walked at the back of the hiking group to make dure nobody got left behind, the way he remembered everyone's favorite snacks without realizing he was doing it, the way he memorized your breakfast pick so you could have it ready even before you stepped inside the cafeteria. That wasn't something he'd learned being a paramedic. That was simply Leon.
He lowered his eyes for a moment, a faint, almost bashful smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "...I don't know about that." His voice had grown noticeably quieter with insecurity. As though accepting a compliment like that felt far more difficult than treating any injury. You gently squeezed the hand that was still loosely holding yours. "I do." His thumb instinctively brushed against your knuckles before he seemed to realize what he'd done.
He didn't pull away. Another smile appeared, the kind of smile that only appeared when someone managed to tell him something he didn't quite believe about himself but desperately needed to hear after spending his entire life being told he didn't care about those he loved.
The game continued in the distance without you. Leon was the first to glance towards the direction the voices were coming from. "We should probably head back." You nodded. He clipped the first-aid kit back onto his belt before pushing himself to his feet in one smooth motion. Dry leaves crunched softly beneath his boots as he straightened, then he turned back towards you. Without saying anything, he held out his hand. His fingers closed gently around yours, steady as he helped you back onto your feet. For a brief moment, neither of you let go. Your eyes met again. Then, reluctantly, Leon loosened his grip. His gaze instinctively dropped to your injured knee before returning to your face. "Sure you're okay?" There it was again, that quiet concern. You couldn't help smiling. "You're worse than my mom." A faint laugh escaped him as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Occupational hazard." You laughed, shaking your head. "I've answered that question at least five times." You said as you started walking. "I know," he said from behind. "But?" "But I'm probably going to ask it another five." You looked at him over your shoulder. "You're impossible." You huffed. "So are you." He chuckled.
You stopped in the middle of the trail. "See?" You flexed your bandaged hand before taking a careful step towards him. You bent your knee a couple of times. "No broken bones." Leon watched every movement with the attention of someone unconsciously performing one final assessment. Only after seeing you walk without wincing did some of the tension finally leave his shoulders permanently. "Okay," he admitted quietly, finally sounding like he actually believed it. Satisfied, you turned and continued down the narrow trail between the trees.
After a few steps, you noticed Leon had naturally fallen into place beside you. Neither of you commented on it; you simply continued walking through the dappled sunlight, following the distant voices back towards the rest of the camp. Every so often, Leon's eyes flickered towards your hand and knee for a second. You noticed it every single time, and although you pretended not to, a small smile refused to leave your face for the rest of the walk.
The closer you got to the center of the forest, the louder the voices became. At first, you assumed the game was still in full swing. Campers shouting, someone celebrating, a whistle echoing through the trees; nothing unusual. But as the two of you stepped out into the clearing that served as the blue team's base, something felt off. No one was running anymore, nor hiding. Every single caper was standing in one large group simply waiting.
The moment you and Leon emerged from the treeline, dozens of heads turned in your direction at once. Nobody talked for a second. You slowed to a stop as Leon did the same beside you. "Why is everyone looking at us?" You whispered. "I was just about to ask the same thing." A second later, Chris stepped forward from the middle of the group. His arms were crossed. There was an expression on his face that immediately told you this conversation wasn't going to end well.
He looked at the two of you, then at your bandaged hand. "So." He let the word hang dramatically in the air. "Enjoyed your little date?" Your cheeks warmed before you could stop them. Beside you, Leon looked genuinely offended. "It wasn't a date." You glanced sideways at him. "...It kinda was." His head turned so quickly you almost laughed. "What?" Leon asked. "You were about to kiss me." You teased him. "I wasn't!" Leon complained. "You looked like you were about to." You chuckled. "You're imagining things." He said, crossing his arms against his chest. "You wouldn't have done it if we didn't have to come back?" You raised your eyebrows, mirroring his pose. Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to stop you right there." A burst of laughter rippled through the campers. Apparently, everyone had been listening.
One of the younger boys cupped his hands around his mouth. "Ooooohhh!" Another camper dramatically pretended to wipe away a tear. "They're so in love." Several others immediately joined in, whistling loudly while a chorus of exaggerated teasing filled the clearing. Someone wolf-whistled, another camper clapped sarcastically, and Carlos looked positively delighted. "I told you they disappeared for suspiciously long." Leon pointed at him immediately. "We did nothing you're thinking." He warned before there could be any misunderstanding. "You've been gone for almost half an hour," Chris said, "that long with you two never means 'nothing happened'." He added.
"Has it really been that long?" You asked. "It has," Claire confirmed. "And while you two were... wherever you were..." She gestured towards the opposite side of the clearing. The blue flag fluttered proudly beside Chris. "Our team captured your flag." You stared. "...Wait." Realization slowly dawned. "We lost?" You asked. "Very badly," Carlos replied far too cheerfully. One of the campers threw both hands into the air in dramatic frustration. "We were waiting for our best players!" Another immediately pointed at the two of you. "But they were busy flirting." The entire group erupted again.
The camp had settled into its usual evening rhythm by the time the sun began to dip behind the trees. Some campers were gathered around the volleyball court, arguing over whether the ball had landed inside the line. Others sat around picnic tables with cards spread between them, while somewhere near the dining hall, Carlos could be heard loudly insisting that he had absolutely not burned dinner. Judging by the smoke drifting lazily into the sky, no one believed him.
Away from the noise, the wooden porch outside your cabins offered a rare moment of peace. Leon sat on the top step with his elbows resting on his knees. The day's excitement had finally caught up with him. Soft footsteps approached across the wooden floor. He looked up. You were carrying two cold drinks, one in each hand. Without a word, you held one out to him. A small smile appeared on his face. "Thanks." You lowered yourself onto the step beside him.
For a while, you simply watched the camp continue around you. Then, Leon broke the silence first. His eyes drifted almost automatically towards your bandaged hand. "Sure you're okay?" You looked down at the neat white bandage before smiling to yourself. "I don't know." He frowned slightly. "What do you mean?" You turned towards him. "A very handsome paramedic did a great job patching me up, yet he refuses to believe I'm fine." He looked away with a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck in that familiar, flustered gesture you'd grown strangely fond of. "I think he's biased." He said. "I think he's very good at his job." His smile lingered as he shook his head. "I'm glad you're okay." You bumped your shoulder lightly against him. "I've noticed."
The comfortable silence returned. The sounds of the camp drifted lazily through the warm evening air, softened by the distance until they became little more than background noise. A breeze stirred the leaves overhead, carrying with it the familiar scent of pine, smoke from the campfire, and freshly cut grass. You looked out towards the cabins scattered beneath the trees.
It felt strange. Only a few months ago, this place had been unfamiliar. Now, it already felt like leaving home. You wrapped both hands around your drink. "Only a few days left..." Beside you, Leon followed your gaze towards the campers running across the field. A small smile touched his lips. "Yeah." Neither of you spoke again for several seconds. You weren't sure either of you wanted to acknowledge what came next.
Eventually, you sighed quietly. "I don't really want to go back." Leon understood what you meant. Back to alarms, schedules, classes, early mornings, paperwork, responsibilities. The version of yourselves that always seemed to exist for everyone else. He nodded slowly. "...Me neither." The admission came so quietly it was almost carried away by the breeze. You glanced at him while his eyes never left the camp, the place that had somehow given both of you more than a simple summer.
"I'm gonna miss this." You smiled softly. "The camp?" Only then did he finally turn to look at you. There was something wonderfully honest in his expression. "No." He said with a small smile. Your heart skipped. He wasn't talking about the camp itself; he was talking about the mornings spent teasing each other over breakfast, the hikes, the quiet walk through the woods, the late evening on this very porch, the kisses under the stars.
You didn't need to answer. You simply leaned your head against his shoulder. Leon let out the smallest breath of contentment before pressing a loving kiss to your forehead and resting his own head lightly against yours. Ahead of you, the sun slowly disappeared behind the pines while campers laughed and chatted. For just a little longer, neither of you had to think about what would happen when summer ended.
Pairing: Streamer re2r Leon x f!mod!reader ft. Ada Wong
Words: 6246 words
Warnings: none!
Plot: Leon Kennedy is a rising Twitch streamer known for his chaotic gameplay and kind personality. Ever since his first stream, you’ve been by his side as his moderator, staying up late to help with events, fix technical issues, and keep chat under control. Somewhere between endless Discord calls and “goodnight” messages sent at three in the morning, the line between friendship and something more became impossible to ignore, except neither of you ever dared to cross it. When the mysterious and wildly popular streamer Ada starts collaborating with Leon, the internet is quick to ship them together, leaving you convinced you’ve already lost before you ever had a chance. But after noticing you slowly pulling away, Leon decides to stop hiding behind a screen and finally tell you the one thing he’s been too nervous to say all along.
A/N: I’ve had this on my drafts for so long 😭 I’m so happy I finally got to write it 🥹 hope you guys enjoy it 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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"You'll do well, Leon." You reassured him. His mic crackled to life when he let out a quiet sigh. "You'll be in chat, right?" He muttered. You flashed a small smile as if he could see you. "Always." Judging by the soft sound of his laughter sneaking into the call, you guessed that was enough to make him relax. "You're the best." He said before hanging up the call and unmuting himself on the stream.
Leon has been streaming for about a year now. At first, he would stream just for fun, to show his friends a new game he discovered, or just to show them a new restaurant he tried out. That was it until you appeared on the chat as his first official viewer, whom he didn't personally know. It all started as an innocent streamer-viewer relationship, but as time went by and he started to get more and more viewers and less idea of how Twitch worked, you offered yourself to help him. Until today, making you his most trusted moderator. Before important events, you would spend hours planning things together on Discord calls, you wouldn't miss a single stream, and if you had to, he would even reschedule the stream so you could be there. Chat said it was because he was in love with you, and you both said it was because Leon felt more confident if you were around.
Then, the ship's comments on the chat became more and more common. It all started on a just chatting stream. Leon somehow managed to screw up the tags of the stream after he tried to fix a scene. "Chat, where's Y/N?" He asked, clearly panicking. Some viewers started tagging you immediately, some others... noticed things neither of you seemed to notice. "Oh, there she is," He said, relieved when he saw you joining the stream 5 minutes later. "Come to Discord, I need your help," he shyly added, rubbing the back of his neck.
"DISCORD???"
"HE ALWAYS LOOKS FOR HER EVEN IF THERE ARE OTHER MODS."
"*PEEPOLOVE*".
"I don't know what I touched," Leon said nervously. You couldn't hide the chuckle escaping your lips as you tried to find the problem and fix it. "Is it working now?" Leon asked, his eyes finally landing on the chat again. "What would you do without me?" You joked. "Probably retire." He replied. The moment those words left Leon's mouth, the chat exploded. At first, it was only a couple of teasing messages buried beneath the rest.
"That's not very cowoker of you."
"Just confess already."
"So... when are you making it official?"
Leon frowned ever so slightly, leaning a little closer to his monitor as if reading the messages again would somehow make them different. A nervous laugh escaped him before he quickly shook his head. "You guys are unbelievable," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck again. "We're not dating." The denial should have been enough, but instead it only encouraged them.
"Not dating yet."
"Bro answered too fast."
"Then why do you always wait for Y/N before starting?"
"You literally rescheduled a stream last week because Y/N couldn't be here."
"He's never beating the allegations."
You stared at your monitor in complete silence after leaving the Discord call with Leon, your hands frozen above your keyboard. Every new message made the warmth crawling up your neck spread a little further across your face. You couldn't understand why it embarrassed you so much. It wasn't like the chat knew anything. They were only joking, just like they've been doing for the past few months. Right?
Leon let out another awkward laugh, one that sounded far less convincing than the last one. "I would've done that for any of my mods," he insisted. Almost immediately, someone clipped the sentence.
"Liar."
"Claire couldn't be here 2 weeks ago and you didn't rescheduled."
"You literally looked for Y/N the second she was five minutes late."
"Bro folded in under thirty seconds."
"Guys I looked for Y/N because we had technical issues," Leon tried to defend himself, but it didn't wash.
"I was here all along." Claire typed, followed by a clown sticker. His lips parted, ready to defend himself again, but nothing came out. Because none of them were entirely wrong.
Whenever something broke, you were the first person he looked for. Whenever he had an idea for the channel, you were the first person he told. Whenever he doubted himself before the stream, you were always the one waiting for him in Discord, reminding him that everything would be fine. None of it had felt strange. Not until hundreds of strangers pointed it out all at once.
You looked away from your screen for a second, pressing the back of your hand against your burning cheek before typing the only thing you could think of.
"I'm literally just his moderator." The message stayed pinned on the screen for barely two seconds before it was drowned beneath dozens of replies.
"Sure Y/N."
"We believe you 💀."
POLL: Is Leon in love with Y/N?
YES
YES
Poll created by ClaireRedfield98.
You buried your face in your hands with a groan, wishing the floor would simply open beneath your chair. A Discord message from Claire popped up on your screen. "You're welcome ;)". Across the screen, Leon's ears had turned the faintest shade of pink as he put his headphones back, trying to hide them and open the game he was going to play to avert everyone's attention.
Before you could even notice, the special stream you had been planning for weeks was around the corner. It was nothing extraordinary, a twelve-hour charity stream to celebrate Leon reaching one hundred thousand followers, but the amount of preparation behind it was enough to make anyone's head spin. New overlays, alerts, donation goals, giveaways, a dozen backup scenes in case OBS decided to betray him again halfway through stream...
By the time the checklist was finally complete, the Discord call had already stretched well past midnight. "...I think that's everything," Leon said after a brief silence, the rhythmic clicking of his mouse coming to a stop. You glanced over the document one last time. "I think so too." Neither of you hung up. The comfortable silence that settled between you wasn't awkward; it was the kind that came naturally after months of spending almost every evening together, each of you quietly working on your own thing while the other happened to be there.
Somewhere in the background, you heard Leon yawn. "Tired?" You muttered. "A little." He answered just as quietly. "You should sleep then," He hummed in response, yet he didn't try to leave the call. "So..." he spoke again. "Did you end up watching that movie?" A small smile tugged at your lips.
And just like that, the checklist was forgotten. One movie somehow turned into five, five turned into childhood cartoons neither of you had thought about in years, Leon admitted he'd cried watching Hachi, and immediately tried to defend himself before you could tease him for it. "You cried too," he pointed out when you laughed. "I never said I didn't." He chuckled quietly at your answer. The sound reached you through your headphones, soft enough that it almost blended with the rain tapping against your bedroom window.
You talked about pets next. About how Leon had always wanted a golden retriever, but his apartment wasn't exactly dog-friendly, about the stray orange cat that occasionally wandered into your garden as if it owned the place.
Then came the childhood stories. The embarrassing ones. The ones you usually forget until someone accidentally unlocks the memory. Leon confessed he'd once gotten lost in a supermarket because he had followed someone else's jacket, convinced it was his dad. You laughed so hard your stomach hurt. He laughed as well, because hearing your laugh somehow made it funnier.
Hours slipped away unnoticed. By the time either of you glanced at the clock again, it was almost four in the morning. "We should probably sleep," you murmured, reluctant despite yourself. "Probably." Once again, neither of you moved. Leon broke the silence first. "What do you want to do... eventually?" You blinked, confused. "What do you mean?” "I don't know." His voice carried that familiar hesitation, as though he was afraid of asking something too personal. "Like... years from now." You leaned back in your chair, thinking. "I think I'd like somewhere quiet." He hummed. "A little house, a dog, or a cat." "A golden retriever and an orange cat?" You could practically hear the smile in his voice. "...Definitely." You chuckled. A small pause settled in the call. "What about you?" You asked. He took a moment to answer. "I don't really care where I end up." His words came out almost absentmindedly. "As long as I have someone to share my life with." Something in your chest tightened.
Neither of you acknowledged the silence that followed. It felt fragile, like speaking too loudly would somehow break it. Eventually, Leon cleared his throat. "I should let you sleep." He said quietly. "You should." You chuckled. "...Goodnight." "Goodnight, Leon." The call ended with the familiar Discord sound echoing through your room. For a long moment, you simply stared at your dark monitor. The stream had only taken an hour to prepare; the remaining three had been spent talking about everything and absolutely nothing. Your eyes drifted towards the clock before a quiet thought crossed your mind. It had felt suspiciously close to a date. You immediately shook your head. It couldn't have been; Leon was just comfortable around you. That was all.
On the other side of the city, Leon was lying in bed with one arm thrown over his eyes. He had spent the last ten minutes replaying the conversation in his head instead of sleeping. He couldn't remember the last time talking to someone had felt that effortless. The corner of his mouth lifted into a tired smile. It had felt suspiciously close to a date. His face warmed almost instantly. "...Get a grip," he muttered to himself before reaching over to switch off the bedside lamp.
The charity stream couldn't have gone better. Twelve hours somehow turned into thirteen after Leon insisted on finishing "just one more build" before ending the stream. The donation goal had been surpassed hours ago, chat had somehow convinced him to wear a ridiculous paper crown, and by the time he thanked everyone for staying until the end, his voice had grown noticeably hoarse. You were already typing out a final message in chat when a notification appeared.
Ada raided with 18.642 viewers.
For a second, nobody said anything. "...What?" Leon's eyes darted between the notification and the rapidly increasing viewer count. "What's going on?" You couldn't help laughing through your headset. "Leon." "I know!" You chuckled. "No, I don't think you do." His hands hovered awkwardly over his keyboard as though he had forgotten how to use it. "I... Uh..." He let out an embarrassed laugh before clearing his throat. "Hi." Chat immediately exploded. You watched the viewer count nearly double within minutes.
Ada stayed only long enough to wish him luck before disappearing again, but the damage had already been done. By the time Leon finally ended the stream, thousands of new followers had joined his community. He sat there staring at the dashboard for a full minute. "...There's no way." "There is," you replied, smiling to yourself. "...I think I'm going to throw up." You rolled your eyes. "You'll survive." He stayed quiet for a moment. "I don't know..." "You literally just did." He let out a familiar laugh, the one that always appeared whenever something good happened to him.
About half an hour later, your phone buzzed."Discord now." No greeting, no explanation. You couldn't help smiling as you clicked on his profile. He picked up before the first ring had even finished. "You'll never guess." He said excitedly. "Ada offered you a collab?" The call fell silent for a second. "How did you know???" He complained. "Magic." You joked, your laugh sneaking into the mic. He sounded disappointed that his surprise barely lasted ten seconds. Then the excitement won again. "She has this Minecraft Hardcore series with a bunch of creators." His words came out faster than usual. "She asked if I'd like to join for the next season." You couldn't stop smiling. "Leon." "What?" He answered immediately. "You have to say yes." You encouraged him. "You really think so?" "I know so." You corrected with a chuckle. "What if people only watch because it's Ada?" He hesitated. "Then they'll stay because it's you." Silence settled between you, long enough for Leon to quietly mumble a simple 'thanks'.
You leaned back in your chair. "You've worked for this for over a year." Leon hummed as he nodded thoughtfully. "I'm proud of you." Another pause, this one even longer. When he finally spoke again, his voice was softer. "...I'm glad you were here." For reasons you couldn't quite explain, your heart skipped once. "So am I."
The Hardcore series premiered the following Saturday. You had spent an hour before the stream helping Leon double-check every setting, even though he'd already checked them twice himself. "You've forgotten something." His voice immediately tensed. "What is it?" You burst into loud laughter. "I'm kidding." A groan echoed through your headset. "You're evil." He complained. "I learned from chat." You smiled to yourself. "Nervous?" You asked after a small silence. "...A little." He quietly admitted. "You'll do great." You reassured him, just like you always did. "...You'll be there, right?" The question was so familiar that neither of you seemed to think twice about it. "Always."
The server was already full by the time Leon joined. Several creators greeted him as their voice chat filled with overlapping instructions and laughter. Then Ada spoke. "So you're the rookie." Leon blinked. "...Rookie?" Leon asked nervously. "You've never played Hardcore with us," Ada said. "I guess not." The blond boy let out a quiet laugh. "Try not to die in the first ten minutes." A few creators laughed. "So... no pressure?" Leon joked. "None at all." You couldn't help smiling at your screen.
Leon sounded nervous, but little by little the conversation began flowing naturally. He accidentally punched another player instead of a tree, someone fell into a ravine, Ada silently handed Leon an iron pickaxe after he admitted he'd forgotten to craft one. "You came unprepared." Ada joked. "I was distracted." Leon defended immediately. "So I noticed." Every exchange was accompanied by laughter from the rest of the group. The atmosphere felt effortlessly comfortable. You found yourself relaxing alongside him. Then your eyes drifted towards the chat.
"THEY'RE CUTE."
"Ada bullying Leon is my new favorite thing."
"I ship it."
"#Aeon *peepolove*"
"The chemistry????"
You frowned. It was only a few messages, then dozens. Edits were already being mentioned before the stream had even ended.
"Aeon nation."
"Sorry, mod."
Your fingers hesitated above the keyboard. You deleted the timeout command before pressing Enter. There was no reason to moderate them; they weren't breaking any rules, they were only joking, just like they always had. Yet, for reasons you couldn't understand, every message left an uncomfortable knot somewhere beneath your ribs. You watched Leon laugh at something Ada had said. She nudged his character into the river, and he accidentally grabbed her in with him; the entire call dissolved into laughter. It looked... Natural. Maybe even better than you expected.
Your chest tightened. Of course, people would ship them. Ada was confident, quick-witted, and popular. Leon seemed far more relaxed around her than he'd been at the beginning of the stream. Your thoughts stopped abruptly. No, that wasn't fair. You closed the chat for a moment, rubbing your eyes. What exactly were you jealous of? Leon wasn't your boyfriend; he wasn't even flirting. He was simply making friends. You had no right to feel this way. So, why did it hurt?
Nearly four hours later, the stream finally came to an end. One by one, everyone disconnected from the voice call until only Leon and Ada remained. Neither of them spoke for a moment. Then Ada broke the silence. "So." Leon looked back at his monitor. "Huh?" He muttered. "You're not dating?" His eyebrows drew together. "...Who?" He hesitated to ask. "Your moderator." The question caught him so off guard that he nearly knocked over the glass sitting beside his keyboard. "What?" "Y/N, isn't it?" He stared at the Discord window as though it might suddenly explain what was happening. "No." Ada hummed thoughtfully. "I would've bet money on it." Leon's ears warmed. "We're just..." He hesitated again. "...Friends." "Right." The single word carried just enough amusement to make him feel suspicious. "You don't believe me?" He asked. "I believe that's what you tell yourself." Leon frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" Ada let out a quiet laugh. "It means you've spent the entire evening asking whether she'd like this joke, whether she'd laugh at that story, whether she'd think your house looked ugly." Leon opened his mouth just to close it again. "You also looked for her in chat every five minutes." Ada pointed out. "Did I?" "You did." Silence settled between them.
Ada leaned back in her chair. "Talk to her." His eyes widened. "What?" He said immediately. "If she says no, you'll survive." Ada laughed. "...And if she doesn't?" A faint smile slipped into Ada's voice. "Then you'll wonder why you waited so long." She said before hanging up. Leon didn't move. Because for the first time in months, he wasn't wondering whether the chat had been reading too much into things. He was wondering if maybe, just maybe, they had noticed something long before he had.
Days went by, and you barely talked to him. At first, Leon convinced himself he was imagining it. People got busy; you had your own life outside of Twitch. It wasn't unusual for you to answer a message an hour later or skip a Discord call because you were tired. Those kinds of things happened; it was normal. Except... it kept happening.
The good morning messages became shorter, the conversations that usually drifted beyond stream schedules ended as soon as the planning was done. Whenever he suggested staying in the call a little longer, you suddenly had something else to do. Even during streams, you barely typed anymore. You still moderated the chat, greeted newcomers, and banned bots before anyone else noticed them. But the little comments that used to make him laugh had almost disappeared. Somehow, your presence had started feeling distant. He noticed it because he missed it, more than he wanted to admit.
"You've been staring at Discord for five minutes." Claire's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Leon blinked. "I hav-." "You have." She didn't even sound doubtful. Claire knew you and Leon almost like the palm of her hand. She's been moderating Leon for as long as you have, but unlike you, she wasn't subtle. If something bothered her, everyone knew. She leaned back in her chair before looking at him through the call. "You've been weird all week." Leon sighed. "It's Y/N." He muttered. "I figured." Claire crossed her arms. "I think I did something." Claire raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?" She asked with curiosity. "She's..." He searched for the right word. "Different." Claire remained quiet. "She answers less, always has an excuse to leave..." Your friend hummed. "And I don't know why." Leon looked down, like a sad puppy who had just been scolded. "I've been trying to think if I said something stupid." He added. Claire couldn't help smiling to herself. "You really have no idea." Leon looked up with a frown. "...Should I?" She considered for a moment letting him figure it out alone. But she knew he would take forever.
"Leon, stop trying to solve this like it's a puzzle," Claire said finally. "What do you mean?" The girl let out a tired sigh. "Call her." Leon blinked. "Just... call her?" He repeated, as if he needed to do so to understand it. Claire simply nodded. "What if she doesn't want to talk to me?" Claire let out a laugh. "Then she'll tell you." Leon nodded thoughtfully. "But I seriously doubt that's the problem." She reassured the blond boy. "Oh, and Leon," he hummed in response. "Ask her what's wrong, not what you think is wrong. Ask her what is actually wrong," She added before hanging up.
Your phone buzzed barely fifteen minutes later. Leon is calling... You stared at the screen. For a brief moment, you considered pretending you hadn't seen it. Instead, you answered. "Hey." His voice sounded quieter than usual. There was no background music, no keyboard clicking, no stream... Everything felt so empty. For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. Then Leon inhaled softly. "...Did I do something?" The question caught you completely off guard. "What?" You asked immediately. "Did I upset you?" He asked again. "No." The crease between your eyebrows deepened. "You've been avoiding me." There wasn't a hint of accusation in his voice, only concern. "I just..." you started before hesitating. Leon waited patiently. "I thought maybe I'd said something." He said when he noticed how quiet you were. "You didn't." You said once again. "Then what happened?" You closed your eyes. You hadn't planned on having this conversation, especially not with him. "It doesn't matter." You shrugged off. "It matters if it's making you unhappy." His words came so naturally that your chest tightened.
Silence settled between you, long enough for Leon to quietly add, "I miss talking to you." Your heart sank, followed by a small, defeated laugh that didn't sound like you at all. "It's stupid." You sounded embarrassed. "I'll decide that." Another silence settled before you before you exhaled. "...I got jealous," you whispered, finally admitting what you've been avoiding since the Hardcore series stream. Leon frowned. "Jealous?" The word sounded almost foreign in his tongue. You immediately regretted saying it. "No, forget it." You tried to downplay it. "Jealous of what?" You covered your face with one hand. "This is exactly why I didn't want to say anything." You quietly admitted. "I don't understand." You let out a slow breath. "...Ada." You let a beat of silence before hurrying to continue before he could say something. "I know how ridiculous this sounds. You were just streaming and making friends." You continued. "And she's nice. She didn't do anything wrong." You clarified before he could misunderstand your words. "I just..." Your voice grew quieter with every sentence. "I had no right to feel jealous." You swallowed.
"I mean..." you forced a weak laugh after an endless silence. "I'm not your girlfriend." Leon didn't answer. All at once, every conversation from the past year came crashing back. "You'll be in chat, right?" "Always." The nights spent talking until sunrise, looking for you the second every stream started, rescheduling broadcasts because you couldn't make it, wondering whether you'd laugh before telling a joke, checking if you'd see every message, missing you after only a few quiet days. His grip tightened around his phone. It wasn't Ada, it wasn't even the chat. The only thing he couldn't understand was how it had taken him this long to realise why losing your attention had felt so terrifying. "...Y/N." His voice came out almost breathless. "I think..." He stopped. You laughed to yourself for a second. Leon Kennedy would never know how to finish a sentence.
The silence that stretched through the line was frightening, like both of you knew that whatever came next would change something neither of you could ever take back. Leon let out a slow breath. "I think I would've been jealous too." You frowned. "What?" "If..." He rubbed a hand over his face, already embarrassed by his own words. "If you had been streaming with someone else." Your heartbeat quickened. "I would've hated reading the chat shipping you with him." He laughed nervously. "I probably would've tried to convince myself it didn't bother me... But it would've." Your grip around your phone tightened. "Leon..." You muttered under your breath. "I don't think it was Ada." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "I think I was just scared." You finally admitted. "Scared about what?" Leon asked with confusion, covering his voice. "Losing you." The words came out before he had the chance to overthink them.
Neither of you dared to say anything else for the next few seconds. Somewhere outside your bedroom window, the rain had started again. Soft enough that it almost disappeared beneath the sound of your own heartbeat. Leon cleared his throat. "You know..." He immediately regretted trying to continue. "What?" You asked when you noticed his hesitation. "It's stupid." He chuckled. "I'll decide that." You said, a smile tugging at your lips. "...You're starting to sound like me." He huffed a laugh. "I wonder why." You giggled. This time, the laugh escaping his throat sounded warmer. The tension eased just enough for him to find the courage he'd been looking for. "...Would it be weird..." He stopped for a second, deciding whether it was a good idea or not to say what he was thinking. "...if I asked my moderator out on a date?" Your eyes widened immediately.
For a second, you genuinely forgot how to breathe. Leon, on the other side of the call, was already questioning every life decision that had led him to that sentence. "I mean... You don't have to answer... I just thought... You know... It sounded way better in my head." Another awkward laugh escaped him. "I'm making this worse, aren't I?" You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile. "...A little." You murmured. "I knew it." Leon chuckled. "But..." You looked down at the floor, feeling the warmth creeping back onto your cheeks. "Yeah?" He blinked. "It would probably be a little weird... Yeah." His shoulders sank. "Oh." A tiny laugh slipped past your lips. "But..." Hope returned so quickly it almost made him dizzy. "If you did..." You smiled to yourself, grateful he couldn't see how red your face had become. "...I'd say yes."
The line went completely silent for a solid minute. "Really?" Leon asked so quietly that it almost broke your heart. "Really." Another few seconds passed, and Leon broke the silence, quietly laughing to himself. "I spent months thinking you couldn't possibly like me." He confessed. "Same." You chuckled as he groaned. "We're idiots." He admitted. "A little." You continued to laugh. "A lot." Leon corrected, laughing with you. Neither of you realised how much you'd both missed hearing that sound together.
Eventually, Leon spoke again. "So..." He paused. "Friday?" You fell into the temptation of teasing him a little. "What about Friday?" You asked innocently. "Our..." He hesitated. "...Date?" It felt so weird hearing him say that word meant only for you. A smile spread widely across your face. "I'd love that." Somewhere on the other end of the call, Leon smiled widely, too. You couldn't see it, he couldn't see yours, but somehow, neither of you needed a camera to know the other one was smiling.
Friday's date somehow turned into another, then another, then late-night walks after streams, coffee before planning meetings, messages that no longer needed an excuse to be sent. Somewhere along the way, the line between streamer and moderator quietly disappeared. Neither of you ever made an announcement. Your relationship had never been built in front of an audience. It had grown in Discord calls that lasted until four in the morning, in quiet moments between stream schedules, in countless 'good luck' messages sent moments before Leon went live. So when his next stream started, nothing looked different. The same overlay, the same music, the same nervous smile as he greeted the chat.
"Good evening, everyone." Thousands of familiar usernames rushed across the screen. You quietly settled into your usual routine. Greeting new viewers, removing spam, answering questions, just another stream. The only difference was the four walls that surrounded you. About twenty minutes in, you heard Leon's voice from the room next door. He frowned at something on his second monitor. "Has my favorite mod posted tonight's schedule yet?" He said without thinking. The chat went completely silent for a moment. "Did the stream lag?" He asked innocently when he noticed nobody was typing.
The messages arrived all at once.
"Favorite?"
"EXCUSE ME????"
"SINCE WHEN IS SHE YOUR FAVORITE????"
"HE SAID FAVORITE"
"CLIP THAT."
"WE WON."
You covered your mouth with one hand. There was absolutely no way he had just said that. Leon read a few more messages before the realization slowly reached him. "...Oh." The tips of his ears turned pink under his headphones. "I didn't mean..." He stopped. Because what he was about to say wasn't true anymore. He had meant it. He just hadn't meant to say it out loud. A sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I mean..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "...She is." The chat moved so quickly that it became impossible to read.
"HE DID NOT JUST DOUBLE DOWN."
"I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS."
"THE MOD WON."
"SOMEONE CHECK ON ADA."
You bit your lip, trying and failing miserably not to smile. Without looking away from your monitor, you typed the only response you could think of.
"Focus on your game, rookie."
You smiled towards the closed door that separated Leon's setup from where you were. Leon looked back at the chat. Then, at your message with a soft smile. "Yes, ma'am." The teasing only grew worse after that. Every time Leon thanked you for fixing something, every time you reminded him to drink water, every time he glanced at chat looking for your messages before anyone else's. The audience had always noticed. Now they finally had solid proof. Neither of you denied anything, you didn't confirm it either. You simply carried on exactly as you always had. Only now, Leon smiled a little more often.
The stream ended nearly four hours later. Leon leaned back in his chair with a tired sigh, thanking everyone one last time before raiding Ada and ending the broadcast. The familiar Twitch dashboard replaced the stream. Silence settled over the room. "...Well." "Well," you echoed from the doorway. Leon looked up so quickly he almost spun his chair around. "There you are." You smiled, your laptop tucked under one arm after spending the entire stream moderating from the guest room. "I've been here the whole time." You said. "I know." His smile came so easily now. "So..." You walked over. "...Favorite moderator?" He buried his face in one hand. "I panicked." He hid his smile behind his hand. "You doubled down." You narrowed your eyes at him. "Yeah." He chuckled. "You made it worse." A laugh escaped both of you at the same time. Leon stood from his chair, crossing the room until he stopped in front of you. "I guess they're going to figure it out eventually." You shrugged. "Maybe."
He smiled before leaning down just enough to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. "So much for keeping it a secret." He whispered, his hand resting on your cheek. "I think we laster..." you looked down at the watch on your wrist. "About twenty minutes." You looked up at him once again. "New record." He was about to lean in to kiss you again when your phone vibrated. Then his. You frowned.
You unlocked your screen. Claire. A screenshot filled almost the entire display. It was the chat. Hundreds upon hundreds of messages were flying by after Leon had called you his favorite moderator.
"HE'S NEVER CALLED HER THAT BEFORE."
"THAT'S HIS GIRLFRIEND."
"WE WON."
"I WAITED A YEAR FOR THIS."
At the very bottom, Claire had circled Leon's flustered expression in bright red. Underneath the screenshot, there was only one message. "ABOUT DAMN TIME." You couldn't stop yourself from laughing. Across the room, Leon let out an equally defeated groan. "...She sent you one too?" You turned your phone around. "She did." Leon held up his own screen. The exact same screenshot, the exact same message. For a second, you simply looked at each other and burst into laughter. A laugh that came so easily whenever you were together. When the laughter finally died down, Leon reached for your hand without thinking. His fingers intertwined with yours as naturally as though they'd always belonged there.
His free hand cupped your cheek again, connecting your lips in a messy kiss after his nose bumped into yours and you burst into laughter. In the middle of the kiss, Leon's phone screen lit up with a new notification. A message from Ada read 'Congratulations, rookie.' was completely ignored as Leon continued to kiss you.
Somehow, it felt like the perfect ending to a story that had started with nothing more than a Twitch chat and one moderator who had always been there.
Pairing: Camp Counselor re4r Leon x Camp Counselor f!reader
Words: 5225 words
Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, soft dom!Leon, protected sex
Plot: One last chore right before curfew was supposed to be quick. Unfortunately for Leon, leaving the storage cabin turns out to be much harder than either of you expected, especially when Jill catches you on the way back, and Claire loses a very suspicious bet.
A/N: We're back with some smutty smut 🤭🫣 hope you guys enjoy it ❤️❤️
P.S: Spain won the World Cup, and I would like to do something special about it, but my brain is running out of ideas. I've thought about something with soccerplayer!Leon and sportsjournalist!reader? If you have any, let me know in the comments or in my inbox!
P.S 2: SORRY FOR THE EXTREME DELAY 😭 Connection here at the summer camp is HORRIBLE 😭
Taglist: @frogtape @like-gh0sts-in-sn0w @dusk-mp3 @mskyrathefroggo @rednnedy @eyesofophelia @ghostieistiredd @bayonettalover1234567 @warped-rabbithole (let me know if you want to be added!)
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The last round of volleyball ended with far less enthusiasm than it had started. Half the campers dragged themselves across the clearing with tired faces and dramatic complaints, proudly claiming they had been 'mortally robbed' during the game. Flashlights bobbed through the darkness as you herded sleepy teenagers back towards the cabins, laughter gradually fading into yawns while the camp settled into the quiet rhythm of the night.
The campfire had already burned down to glowing embers, filling the cool summer air with the lingering scent of smoke and pine. You couldn't remember the last time everyone had looked this exhausted. Chris stood in the middle of the clearing with a clipboard tucked beneath one arm, rubbing a tired hand over his face before calling everyone over for the nightly briefing. Even he looked ready to collapse into bed.
You all gathered around him with the same expression. Carlos leaned against the picnic table while Leon stretched his sore shoulders after spending the entire day chasing teenagers around the campgrounds. The list of remaining chores wasn't particularly exciting, especially at that time of the day. Empty the trash bins, lock the equipment shed, make sure the sports field lights were off, refill tomorrow's first aid kits, tidy up the mess the campers made inside the storage cabin. Simple jobs, ten minutes each, if everyone stopped complaining.
Chris assigned them one by one without much ceremony, crossing each task off his clipboard as volunteers reluctantly stepped forward. "The storage cabin still needs organizing," he muttered, glancing down at the page. "Looks like the campers destroyed it after arts and crafts." You looked up almost instinctively. "So do we." The words left both your mouths at the exact same time. For a second, neither of you reacted. Then you felt Leon's gaze land on you. "...Jinx," he muttered with a crooked smile, nudging your side playfully. Chris didn't even question it. "Perfect." He scribbled something onto the clipboard. "You two take the storage cabin. Lock it up when you're done and don't mess up with the keys like you did during the thunderstorm." He added, giving you both a look.
It was practical enough. No one thought much of assigning a couple to the same chore. Well... Almost no one. Claire's eyes flickered between you and Leon before the tiniest, most knowing smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. It lasted barely a second, long enough for Jill to notice it. She followed Claire's gaze towards the two of you, then towards the path leading to the storage cabin perfectly hidden among the trees. Realization crossed her face almost immediately. Her lips curled into an amused smile as she quietly folded her arms. She didn't say a word, but Claire caught her eye.
The two women exchanged one of those silent conversations that somehow lasted less than a heartbeat. Claire raised an eyebrow. Jill gave the faintest shrug with a small smile. If Chris noticed the exchange, he gave absolutely no indication. He dismissed everyone with a wave of his clipboard, already turning towards tomorrow's schedule while all of you drifted towards your chores.
The clearing slowly emptied. Teenagers disappeared behind wooden doors as the porch lights blinked on one by one. Somewhere in the distance, crickets began their nightly chorus. Leon adjusted the flashlight clipped to his belt before falling into step beside you, his shoulder brushing yours for only a second. "You ready?" You smiled up at him. "As I'll ever be." Neither of you noticed Claire casually nudging Jill with her elbow as you walked away. Jill watched the two of you disappear down the narrow trail between the pine trees before letting out a quiet, knowing laugh beneath her breath. "...I'm definitely winning this bet." Claire simply smiled.
The storage cabin looked as though a tornado had swept through it. Paint bottles sat upside down beside footballs, jump ropes tangled around plastic bins, foldable chairs leaned precariously against shelves that were already overflowing with board games, craft supplies, and stacks of blankets that had clearly been shoved wherever they fit. You stopped in the doorway. "...I think they declared war on this place." Leon stepped in beside you, shining his flashlight across the room before letting out an amused huff. "I've seen cleaner crime scenes." You laughed, nudging his shoulder as you walked past him. "That's a very reassuring comparison." You joked. "It's the only one I've got."
The wooden floor creaked beneath your shoes while you split up without needing to discuss who would do what. Leon tackled the heavier equipment, carrying crates of sports gear back to their shelves as though they weighed nothing. You focused on the endless collection of art supplies, untangling ribbons, sorting coloured paper and stacking plastic boxes back where they belonged. Little by little, the chaos started making sense again.
The conversation never really stopped. It drifted naturally from the ridiculous strategies campers had invented during the Volleyball match to Chris somehow losing his whistle three times in a single afternoon. You insisted it had been four, but Leon claimed Chris simply had a talent for misplacing objects. "I'm convinced Jill keeps stealing them," Leon said as he stacked another pair of blankets. "You have proof?" You raised an eyebrow. He simply shook his head. "Then that's slander." You chuckled. "I'm willing to take that risk." Another louder laugh escaped you before you tossed him a bundle of climbing ropes. He caught them effortlessly. "Show-off." You scoffed. "I know." The easy rhythm between you had become second nature weeks ago. You simply existed together at this point, slipping into conversation that wandered nowhere in particular.
Outside, the sounds of the camp had almost completely disappeared. The laughter, the footsteps, the cabin doors closing... One by one, they had all faded until only the wind remained, stirring softly through the pine trees surrounding the cabin. Eventually, only one shelf remained unfinished. You picked up the last cardboard box and frowned at the empty space near the very top. You rose onto your tiptoes. The box barely brushed the edge of the shelf before slipping back towards you. You tried again, but failed. A quiet chuckle echoed somewhere behind you. "I was waiting to see how long you'd keep pretending you could reach that." Leon teased you. "I can." You said confidently, earning a quiet hum from him. "You've attempted it three times." He said, tilting his head. "Fourth time's the charm."
Before you could prove your point, Leon closed the remaining distance between you. You felt him before he spoke. The warmth of his body settled at your back, close enough that your heartbeat suddenly became impossible to ignore. Without saying anything, he reached around you, one hand steadying the side of the box while the other guided it effortlessly onto the shelf above. The movement took only a second. Neither of you stepped away afterward. The cabin suddenly felt much smaller than it had a moment ago. You slowly turned to face him, noticing he was already looking down at you with a fond smile, close enough now that the teasing smile he'd worn all evening had softened into something quieter.
Your eyes searched his while his lingered on yours for just a little too long before drifting to your lips. The air between you felt impossibly still. Then, a shrill alarm echoed across the camp. The nightly curfew siren. Leon blinked first; a small smile returned to his face as he exhaled through his nose. "I guess that's our cue." Reluctantly, he glanced towards the door. "We should probably head back." You looked at the neatly organized shelves surrounding you. Then back at him. "...Or..." His eyebrow lifted. You took a single step closer, leaving barely any space between you and resting your hand on his chest. "The cabin was a disaster when we got here." You muttered. "So...," you added, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. "No one's going to question why we took a little longer." His expression shifted almost imperceptibly.
The playful confidence faded into something much more dangerous. His gaze never left yours. "You've thought this through." He whispered. "Maybe." A quiet laugh escaped him, low enough that it barely rose above the wind outside. "You know..." He reached up, gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I was trying very hard to be responsible." He added. "Were you?" You teased. "Barely." A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
The silence that followed was no longer awkward, the kind of silence that drew you together without either of you deciding who moved first. By the time your foreheads almost touched, it didn't matter. Leon closed the final inch between you. His lips found yours in a slow, familiar kiss that carried the weight of every stolen glance from earlier that evening.
He pushed you back, guiding you towards the small desk conveniently displayed by the corner of the cabin. Without breaking the kiss, you instinctively jumped and sat with your legs slightly spread, pulling Leon closer by the collar of his shirt. "You're going to be the death of me." He whispered before smashing his lips against yours again. Your trembling hands hurriedly pulled his shirt off his body.
You couldn't manage to hide the stare you gave him once he had nothing but his boxers on. "Like the view?" He teased with a wide, proud smirk spread across his face. "Always." You teased back, running your fingertips down his chest and stomach, stopping right on the hem of his boxers. "You're so desperate, aren't you?" Leon asked, letting out a quiet groan when you rubbed your hand against his clothed erection. "It's not my fault you look so good." You answered, pressing a little bit harder. "You know..." His breath hitched. "You were pretty cruel earlier, looking at me with those eyes during the volleyball match." Leon let out a slow breath, trying to control himself. "The way you drank water kneeling right in front of me..." He added. "How cruel." You let out a proud laugh. "Then," you said, standing up from your spot, "I should compensate." You added, pulling your hair up into a ponytail before kneeling in front of him.
His hard member sprang free as soon as you took off his boxers carefully. "Hey," Leon whispered, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him, "eyes on me, sweetheart. You already know how I like it." He said proudly, letting out a loud groan when your lips wrapped around his length.
Your practiced lips exerted the perfect pressure around his member, sucking him just like he loved. Leon's heavy breaths mixed with his groans and the wet sound of your mouth around him muffled against the thick wooden walls that surrounded you. For the first time, you could let yourselves enjoy each other's sounds as you were certain nobody could hear you from where you were. His hand reached out, cupping your cheek and wiping a tear threatening to escape the corner of your eye when you felt his tip briefly brushing your throat. "You're doing so well..." He breathed out. "Yeah... Just like that, sweetheart... Show me how much you love to please me." His groans became louder and less controlled as seconds went by and he felt his climax growing.
His warm load filled your mouth when he came completely undone. A quiet whine left his throat before he could stop it when you licked him clean, biting your lower lip as you got back on your feet. "How can you be so perfect?" He asked before kissing you desperately, pushing you into the desk behind you. His hand immediately found the hem of your short jeans, unbuckling them and pushing them down along with your panties. "Be a good girl and spread your legs a little more for me, sweetheart." He said, gripping your knee with one hand while the other stayed firmly on your waist to steady you.
You leaned back, letting your weight rest completely on your hands as Leon watched you. If looks could devour, Leon wouldn't have left a trace of you. "Are you blushing already? I didn't even start." Leon teased, hovering his hand over your entrance. You felt the warmth of his hand close enough to make your hips absentmindedly buckle up, trying to follow his movement and connect his hand with your throbbing core. "You're so damn desperate for me." He kept teasing.
The gasp you let out when he finally touched you was nothing like a composed human would ever sound like. "Yeah, let me hear your voice," Leon said with the widest smirk you've seen so far. "Leon..." You called out, wrapping your legs around him in a very failed attempt to get him closer. "I'm the one setting the pace tonight." He said, abruptly stopping his motions. "If you're a good girl, I'll give you what you want." He added, brushing his thumb over your lower lip. For some reason you couldn't quite explain, you opened your mouth, letting him tuck his thumb inside it. His grin widened when he pushed his thumb into your mouth. "Fuck... That's really hot, sweetheart." He admitted, already feeling his member getting hard again.
His fingers moved in and out of your core while his thumb drew fast circles on your clit after you begged him enough. Your breasts wobbled freely as your chest rose and fell with every shaky breath you took. "Leon... Fuck me, please..." You suddenly begged. For a brief second, it seemed to catch him off guard. "Is that what you want?" He asked, his fingers still buried deep inside you. "Yes... Please, I need you." You whispered. You heard him tsk before he pulled his fingers out of you.
"You're very lucky I don't go out without this anymore." He said, taking a condom from the pocket of his jeans that were messily spread across the floor. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me." You replied, watching him walk closer to you. Your legs had pressed together when he left your side, too desperate to feel more friction. As if it was complete instinct, they spread widely so he could stand between them after he slid in the condom.
You both muffled your sounds in a messy kiss when he slipped inside you. Your hands immediately tugged at his hair on the back of his neck while one of his hands grabbed your waist and the other held himself upright, leaning on the wall behind you. You whined his name with every thrust, tightening the grip of your legs around him. "I love the way you sound like this..." Leon admitted against your ear. "I can't wait for the camp to end so that I can hear you call me like that every single day." He added, nibbling the sweet spot on your neck. For a brief second, a thought crossed your mind. The end of the camp. Leon wanted the camp to finish just so you could have a normal relationship without having to hide from others. That thought seemed to boost your confidence.
Your walls tightened sharply around him, making him shut his eyes at the sudden pleasure. "Fuck... You're so fucking tight... Don't do that." He whimpered, hiding his flushed face on the crook of your neck. "Or what?" You teased, tightening around him once again. "Y/N..." A high-pitched pleasure cry escaped his lips before he could stop it. For a moment, it felt like you didn't want him to get out of you just yet. "If you keep doing that..." He breathed out. "I won't be able to last much longer..." He managed to say. But you didn't listen.
His load escaped before he could even think he was reaching his climax. A loud moan with his name escaped your lips as you dug your nails into his bare shoulders. "Fuck..." He said into your lips when he kissed you in a very vague attempt to quiet you down.
Silence settled over the storage cabin once more, the kind that only seemed to exist after laughter had faded, after racing hearts finally remembered their rhythm, and after the world outside returned little by little. The air still carried the faint scent of pine from the surrounding forest, mixing with the cool breeze slipping through the small window someone had left cracked open hours earlier and that neither of you seemed to have noticed before. There wasn't much to say. Leon remained beside you for another minute, his forehead resting lightly against your shoulder while the two of you simply breathed, content to exist in the quiet.
Eventually, reality found its way back. Your shirt had somehow ended up halfway across the room. Leon's was lying beneath a shelf. You let out a quiet laugh. "...We really made a mess." A smile tugged at your lips as you ran your hand through your hair. "Ironic." You muttered. "We came here to clean and somehow left it worse." The corners of his mouth lifted into the tired, lopsided grin you adored. "I'll fix it," Leon said. "You don't have to." You whispered. Still, he bent down to retrieve your jacket before handing it to you without another word. His fingers brushed yours as you took it. Even something as simple as that felt impossibly gentle now.
You slipped it over your shoulders while Leon searched for the rest of his clothes, running a hand through his already hopelessly messy hair before pulling his shirt back on. You couldn't help smiling. "What?" He quietly asked when he noticed you staring. "You somehow managed to make your hair even worse." He instinctively reached up to flatten it. "Better?" You shook your head with a wider smile. "Not even close." A soft laugh escaped him. You stepped closer before he could attempt to fix it again. Without thinking, you smoothed a few strands back into place yourself. It didn't really help. You both knew it, but neither of you really cared.
Leon watched you with that same quiet expression he'd worn moments earlier, one that always seemed softer when the two of you were alone. His hand found yours almost absentmindedly, thumb brushing slow circles across your knuckles. "You okay?" The question felt as simple and as genuine as it always did. You nodded almost instantly. "You sure?" You hummed in response. His shoulders relaxed in visible relief. "Good." Your fingers intertwined naturally, as though they had done it a thousand times before.
This time, you leaned forward. The kiss you shared was nothing like the ones from earlier. It was warm, slow enough that it felt more like a promise than a kiss. When you finally pulled away, Leon rested his forehead against yours again, his eyes closed for a brief moment. "You know..." he murmured quietly, "...Chris is going to wonder why organizing one cabin took us half an hour." A laugh escaped before you could stop it. "Half an hour?" He opened one eye. "...Forty-five minutes?" You huffed a laugh. "You are unbelievably optimistic." He sighed dramatically. "I was trying to make us sound responsible." He pouted. "You lost that argument the second the curfew alarm went off." He couldn't help laughing. The sound filled the little cabin so effortlessly that you found yourself laughing too.
By the time the laughter faded, the room looked almost exactly as it had when you'd finished cleaning it the first time. Boxes neatly stacked, sports equipment back on its shelves, ropes coiled, blankets folded. No evidence remained beyond two slightly flushed smiles and the way neither of you seemed particularly eager to let go of the other's hand.
Leon reached for the light switch by the door. Before turning it off, he looked back at you one last time. "You ready?" You smiled, squeezing his hand once. "As long as we leave before Jill starts collecting evidence." He laughed quietly under his breath. "I'm less worried about Jill." You frowned at him. He opened the door, the cool night air immediately wrapping around you. "I'm worried about Claire." You groaned. "...She's never going to let us live this down." You laughed. "Probably not," Leon agreed with a grin.
The warmth of the storage cabin disappeared almost instantly, replaced by the crisp scent of pine needles, damp earth, and the faint trace of the last evening's campfire lingering somewhere in the forest. Every cabin stood dark except for the occasional porch light someone had forgotten to switch off. Curtains hung still behind the windows, hiding rows of exhausted campers who had long since surrendered to sleep. Not a single voice broke the silence; only the rhythmic chorus of crickets echoed through the trees, accompanied every now and then by the distant rustling of branches swaying in the summer breeze.
Leon quietly locked the storage cabin behind him before slipping the key into his pocket. Neither of you rushed to leave. Without saying anything else, you naturally fell into step beside one another, walking along the narrow dirt path that wound between the cabins. Your footsteps were deliberately slow. The gravel barely crunched beneath your shoes as you tried not to wake anyone. Your hands brushed once, twice, and the third time, Leon simply intertwined his fingers with yours as though it had been the most obvious thing in the world. You smiled to yourself.
There was something oddly comforting about the quiet. After spending the entire day surrounded by shouting campers, whistles, laughter, and endless chaos, the silence felt almost sacred. When Leon finally spoke, his voice barely rose above a whisper. "I think this is the first peaceful moment we've had all day." You glanced at him, unable to suppress your smile. "It only took..." You pretended to think. "...about sixteen hours." He let out a quiet laugh through his nose. "Worth the wait." The conversation faded as naturally as it began, simply enjoying each other's company, stealing occasional glances whenever you thought the other wasn't looking.
The path eventually split into two. One trail led towards your cabin while the other led to Leon's. You slowed almost instinctively, then stopped altogether. The silence had settled between you once again when you noticed Leon was still holding your hand tight. The porch light beside your cabin cast a warm glow across the wooden steps, catching the faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looked as though he wanted to say something. Several things, perhaps. But he simply looked at you.
The night felt impossibly still around you. Somewhere nearby, an owl called from deep within the trees. You smiled first. "So..." "So," he echoed softly. Neither of you moved. It felt strangely ridiculous how you'd spent nearly the entire night together, shared more than either of you had expected before volunteering to clean the storage cabin, and yet saying goodnight somehow felt like the hardest part. Leon rubbed the back of his neck with a quiet, almost sheepish smile. "I should probably let you sleep." You nodded quietly. "You've got the canoe lesson tomorrow morning." He continued. "I know." You muttered. "And if Chris catches us wandering around after curfew..." "He'll make us supervise breakfast duty." You finished his sentence. Leon grimaced dramatically. "Now that's terrifying." A quiet laugh escaped both of you before the silence settled once more.
You stepped closer, just enough to smooth an invisible crease from the front of his camp shirt. Your fingertips lingered for a heartbeat before dropping back to your side. Leon looked down at you with an expression so impossibly soft that it made your chest ache. He leaned forward, pressing one last lingering kiss against your forehead. When he finally pulled back, his thumb brushed lightly across your hand one last time before your fingers reluctantly slipped apart. "Goodnight," he whispered. You smiled. "Goodnight, Leon." He waited until you reached the cabin steps before turning away.
You had barely reached the last step to your cabin when you heard hurried footsteps behind you. At first, you thought you had imagined it. Then, "Wait." Leon's voice was barely louder than a whisper, careful not to disturb the peaceful silence wrapped around the camp. You turned again. He was already crossing the small distance between you, his pace quicker than before, as though he'd made the decision without giving himself enough time to second-guess it.
Moonlight filtered through the pine branches above, catching the faint smile tugging at his lips. He stopped in front of you, breathing just a little harder from the short walk back. For half a second, you felt the world stop spinning under your feet. "I forgot something," he murmured. Your eyebrows lifted with surprise. "Oh?" His smile widened. "Yeah." He took another step. Before either of you could overthink it, the remaining space vanished. Your back met the smooth wooden wall beside the cabin door with the gentlest pressure imaginable, more playful than sudden. Leon rested one hand beside your shoulder, giving you more than enough room to move away if you wanted to. You didn't, though. Your fingers curled lightly around the front of his camp shirt, drawing him just a fraction closer. "You really couldn't make it ten seconds, huh?" you whispered, laughter dancing behind your words. He looked at you with that familiar mixture of amusement and affection. "I gave it my best." He replied, dangerously close. "I'm impressed." You teased him. "I almost made it to the path." A quiet laugh escaped you. "So close." You tilted your head slightly.
His forehead and nose brushed yours. "So... I still forgot something." He whispered. "And what's that?" Instead of answering, he leaned in. His lips met yours in a slow, lingering kiss that tasted of laughter more than anything else. The kind of kiss that wasn't driven by urgency, only by the simple realization that neither of you had been ready to say goodnight. Your hand slid gently to the back of his neck as you smiled against his lips when he slightly bit your lower lip. He smiled too. Neither of you noticed the cabin door quietly opening a few feet away. It wasn't until someone cleared their throat that you reluctantly pulled apart.
Jill stood in the doorway holding an empty metal water bottle. She looked from Leon... to you... and back again. A long beat of silence followed as you shyly brushed your wet lips. Then, with the most impressively neutral expression either of you had ever seen, she lifted one hand. "I didn't see anything." She took two steps onto the porch before pausing. Without turning around, she added casually. "...But Claire owes me twenty bucks." Another heartbeat passed. Then she continued towards the water station as though nothing at all had happened.
A deathly silence settled over the porch as you both watched her walk away. "...She bet on us?" You whispered, equal parts horrified and amused. Leon let out a long, defeated sigh, rubbing a hand across his face. "I have a feeling Claire's been collecting evidence for weeks." You couldn't stop yourself from laughing. He joined in a second later, shaking his head with the resigned smile of someone who already knew tomorrow morning was going to be unbearable. "...Breakfast is going to be a nightmare." You simply nodded. This time, when you said goodnight, you both actually meant it. Mostly.
Morning arrived far too early. The camp, however, didn't seem to care. Campers were already racing between the cabins before breakfast; the team attempted to restore some semblance of order with steaming mugs of coffee in hand, and somewhere near the lake, someone had already blown a whistle three times before eight in the morning.
The dining hall buzzed with its usual chaos. Metal trays clattered against tables, campers argued over cereal choices, and someone proudly announced they managed to sneak six pancakes onto one plate while Chris was already wondering how. You followed Leon inside, sleep still lingering in your eyes despite the smile that hadn't quite left your face since the night before. Neither of you realized you were walking noticeably closer than usual. This time it was your hands, the ones brushing instead of your shoulders. Unfortunately for you, it didn't escape everyone's attention.
Claire looked up from buttering a piece of toast, her eyes drifting from Leon... to you... then back again. Her glare was strangely familiar. The tiniest grin spread across her face. Across the table, Jill caught it. Without a word, she simply extended one hand beneath the table, palm up. Claire sighed with theatrical disappointment. "You're insufferable." Jill's smile only widened. Claire reached into the pocket of her camp hoodie before producing a neatly folded twenty-dollar bill. She placed it into Jill's waiting hand with all the dignity of someone admitting complete defeat. "There." Jill inspected the bill against the morning light before carefully folding it and slipping it into her pocket. "Pleasure doing business with you." Chris, who had been pouring himself what looked like his third cup of coffee, slowly lowered the pot. His eyes moved between the two women. "...Should I be concerned?" Claire looked up innocently. "No." Chris frowned. "Then why did you just give Jill twenty bucks?" Claire calmly took another bite of toast, chewing with infuriating patience before finally swallowing. "Investment paid off." Chris blinked. "What investment?" Claire simply smiled into her coffee. "I diversified."
Chris stared for another few seconds in complete silence. "...That answered absolutely nothing." He narrowed his eyes at his sister. "Ask Leon then." Across the table, Leon had just taken a sip of coffee; the realization hit him a fraction too late. He coughed violently into his mug, nearly choking as the coffee went down the wrong way. You instinctively reached over to pat his back, trying very hard not to laugh, which only made it worse. "You okay?" Chris asked. Leon nodded too quickly, clearing his throat. "Yeah." Another cough followed. "Fine." Claire's smile somehow grew wider. You could physically feel the heat creeping into your cheeks. If embarrassment could kill, you would have happily volunteered.
Chris looked around the table one last time. Leon was suddenly very interested in his pancakes; you had become deeply invested in rearranging your fruit; Claire looked suspiciously satisfied, and Jill looked twenty dollars richer. Chris sighed the sigh of a man who had accepted that understanding this group was no longer worth the effort. "...I'm not asking." He said. "Good call," Jill replied. He nodded once. "I've learned from experience." That finally broke the tension. A laugh escaped Claire first, followed by Jill. You couldn't hold yours back much longer. Even Leon gave in, hiding his sheepish smile behind his coffee mug. Chris simply shook his head, muttering something about needing a fourth cup of coffee before breakfast was even over, already scanning the room looking for Carlos.
Outside, the camp carried on as if nothing had happened. Inside, however, Claire and Jill shared one last triumphant glance. The bet had been settled. And judging by the way Leon's knee kept brushing yours beneath the table without either of you moving away, they'd both known exactly what they were betting on.
can you make like ftm reader fics or even male reader? not forced or anything but i really enjoy your work
Heyy! First of all thank you so much for reading and enjoying my work 😭🫶🏻
I’ve been thinking about writing ftm fics and more gender neutral so it will happen at some point (have already some gender neutral on the queue) 🫶🏻🫶🏻
P.S: it’s the very first time I write ftm or even mtm fics so please have patience with me, I want to make them as accurate and as good as possible 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Starring: Sammy Kennedy, Piers Redfield, Lucas Reed, and Eddie Cooper.
Warnings: none!
Plot: With Eurovision around the corner, a new tradition blooms from the group chat when Sammy proudly drags his friends to watch the contest and join the tradition you brought to your family ages ago. The only difference is that, with these four, you cannot tell if it will end in a disaster or not.
A/N: I would pay actual money to have a group of friends like this 😭 hope you guys enjoy this chapter ❤️
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The Kennedys' Saga
Starring: Sammy Kennedy, Piers Redfield, Lucas Reed, and Eddie Cooper.
Warnings: none!
Plot: With the arrival of spring, Piers suffers its side effects, bringing out the most protective side of Sammy. Maybe, after all, they're not so different from their fathers.
A/N: You guys have no idea how much I love writing these four 😭 hope you guys enjoy it as well ❤️
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Meet the Property Damage Committee.
The Kennedys' Saga.
Pairing: Camp Counselor re4r Leon x Camp Counselor f!reader
Words: 4539 words
Warnings: a bit suggestive
Plot: What starts as a carefree day at the pool quickly turns into something much more. Between playful banter, stolen touches beneath the water, and Leon refusing to leave your side for even a second, you're beginning to realize that maybe this isn't just a summer romance after all.
A/N: I never learned to swim properly, waiting for Leon to teach me😭 Hope you guys enjoy it ❤️
P.S: I want what they have 🥲
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"Guys, don't run," Chris ordered as some teenagers ran past him with excitement. "If you get injured before we get there, Leon and Carlos won't treat you until we come back." He added in a failed attempt to threaten them so they behaved like normal people. "He doesn't seem to remember how he behaved when he was their age." Claire joked beside you. "You never notice until you have to deal with them." You admitted with a small smile. Every time you remembered your students at the school when you saw Chris scolding them, you couldn't help feeling extremely relieved that here, you were a mere counselor. "Where's Leon, by the way? It's weird seeing you without him." Claire said, looking around for the blond boy. "What do you mean?" You asked immediately. "Come on, you walk around with each other as if he were a lost puppy following his new owner." Claire joked. A smile tugging at your lips won its battle against you.
"Hey." A familiar voice caught your attention from your right side as you walked after a few minutes chatting with Claire. As soon as Leon appeared, Claire disappeared behind you, claiming you needed time alone together. "Did you bring sunscreen?" You asked. Leon immediately stopped walking at your question, bringing his hands together to cover his mouth. "You forgot, didn't you?" You rolled your eyes. "I might have had a distraction." He tried to defend himself. "Sure." You raised an eyebrow at him before turning around to keep walking. You heard his footsteps pacing up behind you as he reached you. "But my wonderful girlfriend will lend me her sunscreen, right?" The word 'girlfriend' directed to you, coming from him, still sounded weird. "Didn't you say my sunscreen was bad?" You reminded him, trying your best not to look affected by his comment. "Did I? I don't remember saying anything like that." He acted completely oblivious. "I'm pretty sure you-." You stopped mid-sentence when he grabbed your wrist. "What are you doing?" You asked, looking at his hand hovering over your head. "There you go." He said, showing you a small leaf that was apparently trapped in your hair. "You're trying to change the topic." You narrowed your eyes at him. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, already walking away and joining Carlos and Chris, clearly escaping from your statement.
By the time everyone had claimed a spot around the pool, the campers had already thrown their towels across half the grass and rushed into the water without a second thought. Leon, however, was nowhere near the pool. You found him exactly where you'd expected, standing beside your bag with your bottle of sunscreen in his hand, waiting with the patience of someone who clearly wasn't going anywhere until you helped him. "You know," you sighed as you walked over, "this is becoming a bad habit." Leon looked up at the sound of your voice. "I only forgot it once." He defended himself. "You forgot it two days ago when you claimed it as bad quality." You reminded him. "...That's unrelated." You snorted before taking the bottle from his hands. "Turn around." He obeyed immediately.
The afternoon sun made the small freckles scattered across his shoulders stand out beneath your fingertips as you spread the sunscreen across his back. Every now and then, he'd hiss quietly whenever you brushed over particularly sensitive skin, though he never fully complained. Instead, he simply let himself enjoy the comfortable silence between the two of you. "There," you said after patting the shoulder. "You should survive now." "I was never worried." He said with a proud smile. "No?" You asked, surprised, not seeing his flirty comment coming. "I knew you'd save me." He winked at you, briefly leaning in to place a quick peck on your temple. You rolled your eyes, already handing him the bottle. "Your turn." He widened his eyes. "You trust me with this??" He said, taking the bottle as if it was about to explode. "I trust you to put sunscreen on my shoulders, Kennedy. Don't make it weird." You laughed under your breath. "I'm offended you'd even think I would." He clutched his chest dramatically. "Oh, I absolutely think you would." A crooked grin spread across his face as he stepped closer.
His hands were warm despite the sunscreen feeling cool against your skin, carefully spreading it over your shoulders before moving down your arms. His touch was unhurried, and you could practically feel him smiling behind you every time his fingertips lingered for a fraction longer than necessary. "You have tons of contractures." He murmured. "I highly doubt that." You replied immediately, quietly sighing when he pressed on a knot. "You sure?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Maybe just a few." You admitted, squirming under his touch when he spotted another knot. "I'll give you a massage later when we go back to the camp." He whispered. You turned your head just enough to shoot him a look over your shoulder. He only smiled innocently.
A few minutes later, both of you finally joined everyone else in the water. The pool was already chaotic. Campers were screaming, someone had started an impromptu diving competition, and Carlos was unsuccessfully trying to convince a group of teenagers that repeatedly jumping over his head into the pool was, in fact, not a game. You barely had time to appreciate the refreshing water before something splashed across the side of your face. You blinked before slowly turning your head. Leon was standing barely two meters away, looking in the complete opposite direction with an expression so exaggeratedly innocent that it was almost insulting. "...Really?" You said. "What?" He asked, completely oblivious. "You know exactly what." You replied, already walking closer. "I've been standing here minding my own business." You scooped up a handful of water and threw it straight into his chest. He looked down at his soaked skin before lifting his eyes back to yours.
"So that's how it's going to be?" He said with a wide smirk decorating his lips. "You started it." You said, already backing off. "I have no idea what you're talking about." The second splash was bigger, so was yours. Within less than a minute, the two of you had completely abandoned any attempt to behave like responsible counselors, sending wave after wave at each other while the campers cheered as if they'd just witnessed the most important competition of the summer.
Eventually, Leon raised both hands in surrender. "Alright," he laughed. "We're even." You narrowed your eyes. "Promise?" "I promise." His smile looked just convincing enough to make you hesitate. He slowly began walking towards you, palms still raised. "No tricks?" You asked, still backing off. "No tricks." He shook his head. "You swear?" "I swear." He added, this time with a short nod. You took a cautious step forward. Then another. Leon waited until there was barely an arm's length between you. His grin widened. "Oh, you're the worst-." Before you could even finish the sentence, his hands found your shoulders, and with one quick movement, he pushed you beneath the surface.
The world disappeared into cool water and muffled laughter. You resurfaced a second later, immediately shoving the wet hair away from your face while gasping dramatically. "Leon!!" He was already laughing far too hard to defend himself. The scene felt extremely familiar to the one you shared on the lake weeks ago. "I thought we were even!" You kept complaining. "We were." He chuckled. "But I changed my mind." Without another word, you lunged towards him. He barely managed to dodge before you splashed enough water in his direction to drench half the people unfortunate enough to be standing nearby.
From the other side of the pool, Chris looked up from the group of campers he'd been supervising. He watched the two of you chase each other through the shallow end for a few seconds before pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head in disbelief. "Could you stop acting like you're fifteen?" You immediately pointed at Leon without the slightest hint of shame. "He started it!" Leon pointed back just as quickly. "She retaliated!" "Because you splashed me first!" "It was one splash." "You dunked me!" "I helped you get a stronger personality." Chris let out a long, defeated sigh, already turning back towards the camper as you both kept arguing. "I regret asking."
Claire, watching the entire exchange from her lounger, couldn't hide the amused smile spreading across her face. "You know," she muttered to Carlos, "they're disgustingly cute together." Carlos watched Leon barely avoid another splash before laughing under his breath. "They'll deny it if anyone says it out loud." Claire huffed a laugh. "Of course they will." Neither of you heard them. You were far too busy trying to wipe the smug grin off Leon's face.
The next hour passed by in a blur of laughter, whistles, and campers insisting they were absolutely not tired despite looking ready to fall asleep where they stood. Somewhere along the way, you also came to a rather obvious realization. Leon had absolutely no concept of personal space when it came to you. It started with something so small you barely noticed it. As the two of you chatted with Carlos and Jill near the edge of the pool, Leon absentmindedly rested his hand against the middle of your back. It simply stayed there, like that was where it belonged. Only when Carlos walked away, and Jill averted her attention towards a group of teenagers fighting over a card game, did Leon remove it, completely unaware he'd been touching you the entire conversation.
A few minutes later, Chris called everyone over to explain the next activity. The campers squeezed together in a messy crowd, forcing everyone to shuffle closer. You felt Leon's hand settle around your waist almost instinctively as the two of you slipped between a group of teenagers. He guided you through the chaos without saying a word. The moment there was enough space again, his hand disappeared just as naturally as it had appeared.
After one of the campers challenged you to a swimming race, you climbed out of the pool, laughing as water streamed from your swimsuit. Before you could even steady yourself on the slippery tiles, Leon was already standing there. His hand was waiting for yours. You took it without thinking. He pulled you up with an ease that suggested he'd expected you to accept before you'd even made the decision yourself.
Some time later, the two of you drifted towards the quieter end of the pool while the campers entertained themselves. Floating on your backs beneath the afternoon sun, you stared lazily at the clouds overhead. The water gently carried you closer until your knees brushed. You thought about moving away, but you perfectly knew Leon wouldn't take long to find his way towards your skin immediately after.
Later, while Claire animatedly told everyone a story from one of her first summers working at the camp, your attention wandered somewhere over your shoulder. You never noticed the strand of damp hair that had fallen across your face. Leon did, as always. Without interrupting Claire or waiting for permission, he reached over and tucked it behind your ear. His fingers barely brushed your skin before his hand dropped again. The gesture was so familiar that it took you a second to realise what he'd done. "...Thanks." You whispered. He looked at you with the slightest frown, as if he genuinely hadn't thought twice about it. "For what?" You couldn't help smiling. "Nothing." Your gaze went back to your friend. Because he did absolutely nothing. Leon simply couldn't seem to exist in the same space as you without finding some excuse, conscious or otherwise, to be touching you.
By 5pm, most of the campers had scattered across the pool. Some were attempting to organise yet another swimming race, others had declared the shallow end their own kingdom, much to Chris' dismay. For the first time all day, the six counselors found themselves standing together in one of the quieter corners of the pool. Claire was still halfway through telling another story from last year's summer at camp, Carlos kept interrupting every thirty seconds with a dramatically inaccurate version of events, and Jill looked one comment away from pushing them both underwater. Leon stood beside you, close enough that your shoulders occasionally brushed whenever someone laughed. Chris was saying something about next week's hiking trip when you felt it. The faintest brush against your hand beneath the water.
At first, you assumed it was nothing more than the gentle current created by teenagers diving nearby. Then it happened again, more deliberate than before. Your fingers twitched instinctively. Slowly, almost cautiously, another finger searched through the water until it found yours. Leon simply hooked his pinky finger with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. You turned your head. He was looking at Chris with complete concentration, listening to whatever point he was making as though nothing unusual had happened. His expression never changed. If you hadn't felt the warmth of his finger curled around yours beneath the surface, you might have believed it had happened by accident. But you knew better.
A smile tugged at the corner of your lips before you could stop it. Without saying a word, you curled your own little finger around his, giving it the smallest squeeze. Almost immediately, he squeezed back, still without looking at you. The corners of his mouth threatened to lift for the briefest second before he hid them behind another perfectly innocent expression.
Claire continued laughing at Carlos' exaggerated storytelling, Jill rolled her eyes, and Chris carried on explaining next week's schedule. Above the water, nothing had changed. Six counselors stood together, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Beneath the surface, hidden by the rippling blue water and completely invisible to everyone else, Leon's pinky remained hooked around yours, almost insignificant. And somehow, it felt more intimate than holding your hand ever could.
The conversation drifted effortlessly from one topic to another. Somewhere between laughter and teasing, the subject shifted to swimming. "I've never actually managed to float," you admitted with an absent shrug. "You know, doing the dead man's float." Five pairs of eyes turned towards you. Claire and Jill looked surprised, Carlos looked amused, Chris looked mildly concerned, and Leon looked personally offended. He blinked once. "...What?" You frowned. "I sink." Leon huffed a laugh. "That can't be true."
Before you could even think of arguing, Leon's hand was already around your wrist. Then, almost immediately, it slid to your waist as he steered you away from the group. "Leon-." "No." He cut you off. "I wasn't asking for a lesson." You said as you followed him despite your complaints. "I'm giving you one anyway." You glanced helplessly over your shoulder. Claire was making a very vague effort to hide her smile. Chris simply shook his head before continuing the conversation as if this happened every day. Which, to be fair, it almost did.
By the time Leon stopped, the water reached just below your shoulders. "Alright," he said, slipping effortlessly into the calm, that reassuring tone he always used with nervous campers appearing. "Trust me." You flashed him a soft smile. "I already do." He returned the smile as he stepped behind you. His hands settled carefully against your waist as professionally as he could be while teaching his girlfriend to do the dead man's float. "Lean back." You followed his lead for approximately two seconds. The instant your ears touched the water, every survival instinct in your body screamed that you were about to drown.
You jerked upright immediately, gripping tightly on his bicep. "I told you." You complained. "You panicked." Leon corrected with a patient smile. "I was sinking." His eyes looked for yours. "You weren't. I got you." He reassured when your gazes locked together. A quiet laugh escaped him. "Again." This time, he huided you more slowly. One hand remained firm against your waist while the other supported the middle of your back, encouraging you to relax instead of fighting the water.
For a brief moment, it worked. You were actually floating. "...See?" Leon whispered. "I don't believe you." You muttered with your eyes shut, too scared of opening your eyes and drowning. "You're literally doing it." He held his hands up. As if determined to prove your point, your legs shifted ever so slightly when you felt his hands leave your body. Your balance disappeared as the water immediately pulled you downward. Before you could react, Leon caught you. The only problem was that his hands weren't on your waist anymore. They'd slipped just a little lower. Enough to make you look down immediately. Then back at him. "...Leon." He hummed innocently in response. "My waist is higher than that." His eyes followed your gaze.
For a fraction of a second, he looked almost thoughtful. Then the corner of his mouth lifted. "...Is it?" You narrowed your eyes. "I think you know it is." You said. "Maybe." He shrugged, still holding you close, his hands still in the exact same position. The grin he was trying to suppress wasn't helping his case either. "It was an accident," he said with entirely unconvincing innocence. "You're a terrible liar." You splashed a bit of water towards his chest. "I just got a bit distracted." "By what?" His gaze met yours after dropping to your lips for a second. "You." The answer came without any sign of hesitation, catching you completely off guard. Heat rushed to your face despite the cool water surrounding you.
You shook your head, trying very hard not to smile. "You can move your hands now. I'm not sinking anymore." You reminded him. "I know." His hands stayed glued to your skin. He waited just long enough for your embarrassed expression to deepen before finally sliding them into your hands and straightening them with the most shamelessly satisfied smile you'd seen all day. "You know," he murmured, "I think you're getting the hang of floating." You scoffed. "I'm starting to think this lesson had a completely different objective." You pulled him closer, your hands still intertwined. "I have no idea what you mean by that." The innocence in his voice would have been far more convincing if he hadn't been fighting back another smile.
By early evening, the water had begun to lose the warmth it had held throughout the day. One by one, the campers climbed out of the pool, complaining dramatically about having to leave the water despite having no intention of leaving the pool area anytime soon. Some immediately collapsed onto their towels, while others were already pestering Chris to let them jump back in after a short break.
You climbed out shortly after, squeezing the water from your hair as you glanced towards your towel, still folded neatly beside your bag. You could have walked over to get it, but a better idea crossed your mind. Leon had only just unfolded his own when you quietly slipped underneath it in front of him, wrapping your arms around his waist until the towel wrapped around both of you. He looked down at you, visibly caught off guard. "What are you doing?" You shrugged as though your decision was the most logical thing in the world. "I'm saving laundry." The smallest smile appeared on his lips. "I admire your dedication to environmental conservation." He laughed. "I'm glad someone finally appreciates it." The excuse was terrible, but none of you seemed to care.
You simply stood there, listening to Carlos enthusiastically explain how he had definitely won the water fight despite everyone remembering things very differently. Your gaze drifted towards Leon. Something caught your attention. A tiny eyelash clung just beneath his lashes, close enough to his eye that one single blink would probably send it straight in. Without thinking, you reached up. Your fingertips hovered beside his face. Leon stopped talking mid-sentence. "What?" He asked. "Hold still." You muttered, grabbing his chin to keep his face in place.
Your fingers brushed lightly against his cheek as you carefully caught the eyelash between your fingertips. "There." You held it up for him to see. "It was about to get in your eye." For a second, he simply looked at you. "...Thanks." You gave him a small smile. Before you could flick it away, he grabbed your wrist. "Let me make a wish." He whispered, closing his eyes and knitting his eyebrows together with concentration. You couldn't help smiling at the childish action. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and blew the eyelash off your fingertip.
The conversation around you carried on as though nothing had happened. Neither Chris nor Claire seemed to notice. Carlos and Jill, on the other hand, definitely noticed. The grin they shot Leon from across the grass earned him an eye roll in return.
Not long after, everyone spread out around the pool again. Some campers started a card game beneath one of the parasols while others were attempting to build something with abandoned pool noodles that looked vaguely dangerous. Leon wandered off with Chris to help settle an argument between two boys, convinced the other had cheated during a race. You stayed behind with Claire and Jill for a while, chatting absentmindedly as you watched the chaos unfold.
A few minutes later, Leon returned. As he walked past you, something green between his messy hair caught your eye. A small leaf had become stuck against the damp strands of his hair. You reached out almost unconsciously, brushing it away with the back of your fingers before he even realised it was there. He paused mid-step and glanced at your raised hand. "What now?" He asked. "There was a leaf." You replied softly. He instinctively tried to look up despite knowing perfectly well he couldn't see his own hair. "...Got it?" He asked with concern. "It's gone." You laughed. He nodded once before he simply carried on walking.
You watched him for a second before falling into step beside him without even thinking about it. It was funny. For weeks, Leon had been the one unconsciously finding reasons to fuss over you. Somewhere between stolen glances, shared towels, and playful arguments, you had started returning every single one of those gestures without realising everyone was looking.
The pool had almost emptied by the time the sun disappeared completely behind the trees. The colorful lights beneath the surface painted soft reflections across the water, turning every ripple into streaks of blue and violet. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the campers laughing while they waited for everyone to finish packing up, while some others complained when Carlos gave them some aftersun cream to cover their burnt skin. For once, neither of you was in a hurry.
You sat on the edge of the pool, your feet lazily moving through the cool water. Leon remained in the pool. He rested both forearms on the edge beside you, the water reaching his chest as he tilted his head to look at you. He looked peaceful. You weren't sure you'd ever seen him quite like that. Your foot absentmindedly nudged his arm beneath the water. Without even looking, his hand immediately wrapped around your ankle. You couldn't help smiling. "There it is." Leon frowned slightly. "What?" You leaned back in your hands. "I was wondering how long you'd last." The frown didn't disappear from Leon's face. "Without touching me." You clarified, pointing at his hand around your ankle.
His eyes fropped to where you pointed as though he'd only just realised it was there. "...Oh." He sounded genuinely surprised. For a second, he loosened his grip. "I can stop." He lowered his voice. "You can?" You raised an eyebrow. "I think so." You simply hummed. "Go on, then." You challenged. He let go immediately. One... Two... Three... He was actually doing surprisingly well. Until you kicked the water again.
This time, he rested his forearms over your knees before he even seemed aware he'd moved. The moment he realised what he'd done, he sighed through his nose. "I tried." A laugh escaped you. "I know." He rested his chin against his forearm, looking up at you almost sheepishly. "I wasn't really like this before." The smile on your face softened. "No?" He shook his head. "I've... always had trouble showing people what I was feeling." His gaze wandered across the shimmering water. "I thought just being there was enough." His voice had become quieter. "Turns out not everyone feels loved the same way." He gave a small shrug. "The last serious relationship I had..." He smiled to himself, though there wasn't much humour behind it. "She used to tell me I kept too much to myself." He looked back up at you. "I don't think she was wrong." The colorful reflections danced across his face as the silence settled between you.
"So now..." he continued after a moment, "if I want to hold your hand, I do." His right hand reached for yours. His thumb circled over your knuckles as he kept talking. "If I want to kiss you..." A tiny smile appeared on his lips. "I kiss you." You huffed a quiet laugh. "I've noticed." Another small silence followed. "I just..." He hesitated for a second. "I don't ever want you wondering whether I care." Your chest tightened because that was something you never had. Someone caring for your feelings the way Leon cared.
You slid a little closer until your free hand found his, where it rested over your knee. This time, you were the one reaching first. His fingers immediately intertwined with yours. "I've never wondered." Leon held your gaze for a long moment, the corners of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly. "...Good."
Leon sighed dramatically before finally pushing himself out of the pool. Water streamed from his hair and shoulders as he stood beside you. Without a second thought, he offered you his hand. You placed yours in it with a wide smile. He helped you to your feet with effortless ease, though neither of you made any move to let go afterwards. As you stood facing him, another droplet of water escaped from the ends of his damp hair. It slid down his cheek, across the bridge of his nose, until it hung precariously from the very tip. You noticed immediately. Still holding his hand, you lifted your free one. Your thumb brushed gently across the tip of his nose, catching the droplet before it could fall. "Wanna make another wish on this too?" You joked barely above a whisper. "I think I already got all my wishes granted." He smiled.
Hand in hand, you left the glowing pool behind, following the soft lights back towards the camp while the laughter of the others waited somewhere ahead. For the first time in a long while, neither of you was wondering where this was going. You were simply happy to be walking together.
Pairing: Boy dad!Leon x Boy mom!reader
Words: 3241 words.
Warnings: smut, soft dom Leon, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), riding, missionary, unprotected sex (take care), brief deep-throating, Leon cums inside (reader is using a hormonal IUD), voyeurism (Sammy is sleeping in his bedroom), multiple orgasms
Plot: After spending the entire day counting down the hours until he could come home, Leon was greeted by an overtired toddler who refused to sleep without him. Once Sammy was tucked into bed and the house finally settled into silence, Leon decided he deserved a proper welcome home... one that started with lingering kisses and quickly turned into something that made forgetting the rest of the world surprisingly easy.
A/N: Felt like writing this sweet smut 🤭 hope you guys enjoy it ❤️❤️
Taglist: @mbrickswrites @sashadonat @symphony4444 @xfadesposts @mushythemushroom04 @leonlover17 (let me know if you want to be added!)
The Kennedys' Saga.
The briefing was finally over. Chairs scratched the wooden floor as everyone walked out of the meeting room in clusters."Head home safely, Kennedy." One of the DSO agents said before walking out of the elevator. Leon simply nodded with a half smile. The sigh escaping his lips as soon as his back touched the driver's seat backrest was enough to give him away. He was more than simply tired. The Honda CR-V engine started, driving out of the parking lot shortly after. He cursed under his breath when he drove out, noticing how dark it was already and only then caring enough to check the time on the illuminated dashboard. "Hey," Leon said when you picked up the phone. "Hey, you coming home?" You asked. "Yeah, sorry for being so late." Leon apologized. Sammy's voice sneaked into the speaker as he screamed his father's name behind you. "Isn't he sleeping?" Leon asked, frowning. "Not yet." You sighed. "I'll tell you when you get home. Drive safely, okay?" You added before hanging up. A small smile tugged at Leon's lips when he looked at the backseat through the rear view mirror, Sammy's chair covered with small dinosaurs and a pair of cookie crumbs forgotten on it coming into view.
The familiar sound of your car pulling into your driveway made your son run towards the window right away. "Papa here!" He mumbled with his pacifier tugged in his mouth. A few seconds later, the front door cracked open, revealing an exhausted version of your husband. "Papa!" Sammy screamed, immediately throwing his arms up. "Hey, buddy," Leon muttered under his breath, crouching and taking his son up. Sammy immediately fisted his hands around the collar of your husband's jacket, resting his head on his shoulder. "What's wrong?" Leon asked, seeing how clingy your son was all of a sudden. "He's been refusing to go to sleep until you arrived." You explained tiredly as you walked down the hallway. "Is that so?" Leon asked, looking down at the toddler who simply nodded. "Let's go to sleep now, then." Your husband added, removing his shoes with his feet and holding your son with both hands, one of them brushing his golden locks and the other patting his back.
Out of complete habit, Leon started to hum to a random melody as he walked down the hall towards Sammy's bedroom. The small dinosaur-shaped lamp cast a soft light across the small room. "Come on, buddy. Time to recharge batteries." Leon whispered, leaving your son on the mattress. Before he could even think about walking away, Sammy tightened his grip on his father's jacket. "What is it?" Leon quietly asked. Sammy's tired eyes looked towards the shelf behind Leon. "You want a bedtime story?" He asked, already walking towards the shelf and taking Sammy's favorite book. "Leon, I can do it." You said from the doorway, seeing how tired your husband looked. "It's okay," Leon replied right away, sitting on the edge of Sammy's bed with a small sigh. His soft voice telling the story of two dinosaurs filled the room, only interrupted by Sammy's quiet yawns every now and then, until the only thing that could be heard was his soft breathing. Leon closed the book with a soft thud, took Sammy's dinosaur plushie, and tucked your son and the dinosaur under the blankets. "Good night, buddy." He whispered against the toddler's forehead, pressing a soft peck before finally walking away.
Back in the kitchen, the microwave hummed while you heated up dinner for your husband. He sat at the table in silence, looking at nowhere in particular. "Careful, it's hot." You knocked him out of his thoughts, placing the hot plate in front of him. Your husband's stomach growled at the sight of your homemade lasagna. "Someone's hungry." You joked, patting his belly. For the first time in the entire day, Leon managed to give you a faint smile. Leon ate in silence, listening to a few stories about your day. "Sammy learned to open the fridge today." You chuckled. Leon looked up with wide eyes. "That sounds dangerous." Your husband admitted. You only nodded with another quiet laugh. "He spent the entire afternoon opening and closing it." You added, looking towards the fridge. "Should we buy a locker?" Leon joked, taking another bite.
Leon leaned back on his seat once the plate was empty, patting his belly contentedly. "You should consider opening a restaurant." He muttered against a napkin. "Then who will make sure you don't mess up during missions?" You laughed, taking the plate and glass. "True." Leon chuckled. He stood up, stretching, letting a small yawn out. "Go take a shower." You ordered with a playful pat on his hip. He dramatically gasped as he walked away.
Once you heard the water stop running, you stood up from the couch and walked towards the sink to clean up Leon's dinner dishes and glass before you settled down on the couch to actually relax. Shortly after, you felt familiar strong arms wrapping around your waist, his stubble softly brushing your clothed shoulder. You rested your head against his as you turned off the tap and grabbed the dishcloth to dry your hands. "Someone's clingy?" You whispered. Leon simply hummed, tightening his embrace around you. You stood there under the dim light for a moment. Fresh from the shower, Leon smelled of clean soap, cedar, clean cotton... and the faint scent of baby shampoo that never seemed to leave his clothes now, didn't matter how many times you washed them. A few drops of water reached your cheek when you pressed your cheek against his temple. "You should dry your hair before sleeping." You quietly said, finally breaking the silence. "I'm too tired," Leon said against your neck. "And I want to stay close to my wife now that I don't have a son asking me to carry him." Your husband added, making you shiver when he brushed his stubble against your skin. "Want me to dry it for you?" You suggested. Leon considered it for a second before releasing his embrace, taking your hand, and guiding you into the bathroom.
You closed the door behind you so as not to wake your son up with the sound of the dryer. Leon sat on the toilet, legs slightly spread so you could stand between them, one hand resting on his knee and the other circling on your thigh, completely unable to stop touching you. The dryer hummed with a constant sound as you muffled Leon's hair. His eyes were shut through the entire process. "You're spoiling me." He said, barely audible under the hum of the dryer. "Isn't that the whole point?" You replied, blowing his hair back and exposing his forehead. Leon scrunched up his nose when he squeezed his eyes shut. "You're treating me like Sammy." He complained. "Only difference is that Sammy complains much less." You laughed. Once you were satisfied with how dry his hair was, you took the comb from the drawer under the sink. Leon watched every single move you made with fond eyes. You carefully brushed your husband's hair, mocking him from time to time when you saw a rebellious white hair appearing between his blond strands.
The room fell into silence for a moment when you finished while you both brushed your teeth. Before you could walk out of the bathroom, Leon grabbed your waist, pulling you closer. "Thank you." He whispered, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. He didn't mean to deepen the kiss; it was supposed to be a simple peck. But when you cupped his jaw, he couldn't resist himself. You pulled away to catch your breath, seeing a small pout creeping on his lips. "Let's go watch some TV and relax." You said, taking his hand and walking out of the bathroom. Little did you know, Leon would barely pay attention to the movie title before he was already thinking of a much better way to spend the rest of the night.
You cuddled on the couch, a warm blanket covering both of your tangled bodies, some random movie playing on the TV. Your eyes were fixed on the device, actually paying attention to the movie. Leon, on the other hand, stared at you with complete admiration written all over his face. Every now and then, he would pull you slightly closer to his body, as if he didn't have enough. Then, the soft and sudden kisses came. "What are you doing?" You asked between quiet laughs, finally averting your attention from the movie to your husband. "Nothing." He muttered against your skin, moving down to your jaw and neck. You smacked his chest when you felt him leaving an open-mouthed kiss on the sweet spot that was way too familiar to him at this point. "Stop." You laughed. "Never." He replied, finally grabbing the back of your neck to pull you down into a slow kiss.
His lips moved in sync with yours, both of your breaths quickly getting heavier against each other. "God..." He whispered when he pulled back to catch his breath. "You have no idea how much I missed you today." He added, kissing you again. He left the house at 9am and didn't get home until 11pm. You missed him just as much as he did. His lips moved from yours to your cheeks, then to your nose, and then to your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt him covering your face with butterfly kisses, a smile widening on your lips with every kiss. "I thought you were tired." You whispered. "I am." He replied immediately. "But that doesn't mean I don't have extra energy saved for my wife." He said with a teasing smile. He leaned in to kiss you again, this time needier. His hand slowly moved under your shirt that used to be his. "Leon." You immediately said against his lips. He simply hummed, kissing your neck again. "Sammy can wake up." You said, pulling him away. "Let's go to our room then," Leon suggested quietly. "That's not a solution." You laughed. "We'll close the door. He knows how to knock." Leon added, already attacking your neck again. You tried to fight the knot forming on your belly whenever he sucked on your skin, but you ended up failing.
He easily grabbed you in bridal style, turning off the TV before walking down the hall towards your bedroom. The wooden door clicked behind him, giving him the perfect sign of complete freedom. He put you down into the mattress, climbing on top of you and kissing you again. His tongue didn't waste any more time, pushing your lips open and tangling it with yours. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. A small smirk appeared on his lips, grabbing one of your legs to deepen the kiss. You felt his erection slightly brushing your throbbing core, forcing you to let out a soft moan. "I've missed this," Leon admitted, removing your shirt and pants before removing his own clothes. His skin felt warm against yours. His hands tugged at the hem of your panties when you bucked your hips up to let him remove your underwear.
"Let me know if you want to stop," Leon whispered before his fingers ran circles on your clit. "You're the one supposed to be tired." You said before letting out a satisfied quiet moan. The view of your husband between your legs, touching you gently with his hair slightly covering his blue eyes, was ethereal. "You're so wet, honey." He said, his voice dripping with adoration, when he easily slipped his fingers inside you. His movements were slow and gentle, making it very hard to think straight. "Leon..." You whispered, grabbing his wrist. He hummed, looking back up. Something almost broke inside him when he met your half-lidded eyes. "Faster." You begged, earning a wide smirk. He did as you asked, curling his fingers inside you faster, and pressing his thumb against your clit slightly harder. You arched your back with the pleasure, already feeling that familiar knot tightening on your lower belly. Before you could say anything, Leon leaned down, connecting his lips with your pussy. You gasped sharply, immediately covering your mouth when you noticed how loud you were. Leon let out a small laugh before he continued to devour you.
His tongue circled around your entrance, fingers circled around your clit. Your fingers ran through his hair, while the other hand fisted into the blanket beneath you, when you felt your climax taking over you. You breathed shakily as Leon lifted himself, licking his lips, dripping with your juices. "Lie down." You whispered, lifting up your upper body to switch places with your husband. Usually, he would refuse or complain, saying you didn't have to do it. But he would be lying if he said he didn't miss seeing you sucking him off. Leon sat, back resting against the headboard, legs open so you could sit in between. Your practiced lips wrapped around his length, moving up and down just like you knew he loved. "Just like that..." He whispered under his breath, resting his head against the wall behind him. His eyes never left your body, taking in every single movement. "You look so beautiful from here." He quietly said, moving a strand of hair from your face so he could have a better view. Once you felt it hard enough, you focused on the tip. Ever since you started dating, he loved it when you traced the veins pulsing around the tip, throwing strong waves of pleasure through his entire body. Sometimes he would hate how well you knew him when you teased him. But on nights like today, when tiredness took over his body, he couldn't be happier that you've been dating for long enough to know so well what he loved.
His breath got caught in his throat when he felt his climax closer, precum already licking. "Fuck..." He whispered low, biting his lower lip to contain his sounds. The wet sounds your mouth made around his length were music to his ears. "I'm so close..." He added with another shaky breath, briefly pushing you further. You slightly gagged when you felt the tip brushing your throat. "Sorry." Leon breathed out immediately, releasing his grip on your hair. "It's okay." You whispered, taking his dick inside your mouth again, almost completely, when you saw how his legs tensed up with pleasure when he deep-throated you. "You're driving me so fucking crazy tonight, you know that?" Leon said, wiping his load off your lips after he cummed.
Your lips smashed against his, tongues fighting for dominance this time. Your legs rested on each side of his hips as you aligned yourself with his. His dick slipped in easily, that familiar knot coming back in your belly. You started bouncing on him slowly, enjoying every inch of him brushing your walls, quietly moaning his name into his neck. "You're doing great." He praised you, cupping your cheek and pulling you down into another kiss to muffle your voices. Your hips sensually rolled against his, making him groan low when you tightened your walls around him. "Fuck, I love you so much." He whispered against your lips, squeezing your butt with both hands and helping you to keep up with the pace.
After a few more rolls of your hips, he noticed you getting more and more sloppier. "Lay down, let me take the lead." He said, brushing his nose with yours. You did as he said, gasping when you felt his dick sliding back in. His elbows rested on each side of your head, keeping himself upright. His face hid in the crook of your neck, softly nibbling on the lobe of your ear as he thrusted into you. Your legs instinctively wrapped his hips, needing to feel him deeper. "Please, don't stop..." You whined, feeling him brushing your cervix. "I won't." He breathed against your neck. "Don't worry." He added, lifting himself up and moving his right hand to draw circles on your clit as he kept thrusting into you.
"I'm so close..." You quietly cried out, trying your very best to keep your voice low. "Come for me then, baby," Leon said, thrusting even faster and deeper. The pleasure was too much to handle for both; heavy breaths filled the room, mixed with low groans and moans muffled against each other's lips while the bed softly creaked under your bodies. The knot on your belly released shortly after when you felt Leon filling you up with his load. Both of you stayed still for a few minutes, not wanting this moment to end. "You okay?" Leon whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. "Better than ever." You laughed. "You?" You added. "Same." He smiled widely, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.
You quietly whined when he pulled out. For a moment, the only thing you could hear was the hum of the quiet apartment. "I'll go get some water," Leon said, already pulling himself out of the bed. But before he could fully stand up, you stopped him. "I'll go." You said, getting off the bed and wearing the soft satin gown hung behind the wooden door. Leon smiled softly as he watched you walk towards the kitchen. When you were back, his eyes were already closed. You softly smiled to yourself. Your husband was finally allowing himself to lose the battle with sleep. He would always complain about Sammy taking ages to fall asleep. Little did he know he was exactly the same when it came to him.
The mattress dipped under your weight when you lay beside him, making him barely open his eyes. "Here." You whispered, giving him the glass of water. He took a small sip, leaving the glass on his nightstand and wrapping your body close to his. His lips left soft pecks on your forehead. "I could get used to coming home to this." He whispered, barely above a whisper. "Didn't you come home to this before we had Sammy?" You reminded him. Leon's smile widened at the memory. "Once he's old enough to stop baring into our room... we're making up for lost time." Leon nuzzled in the crook of your neck, hiding the growing smirk on his lips. "Isn't that too much?" You joked. "With you, it's never enough." He quietly admitted. You felt your heart flutter.
The room fell back silent, your breaths finally steadying. His arm held you tightly, as if he were too afraid you would leave him in the middle of the night. Before sleep took over your bodies, he mumbled something inaudible. You quietly hummed. "I love you..." He managed to repeat before drifting to sleep. You smiled fondly, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before pecking his parted lips. "I love you too." You whispered. Tomorrow would probably be wrapped in chaos again. Sammy would wake both of you before dawn with enough energy to power an entire city, Leon would keep complaining about the coffee machine making a weird noise while preparing his second coffee, and you would keep complaining about how the laundry kept multiplying every day. But honestly, none of you dared to trade that life for anything else.
Pairing: Camp counselor re4r Leon x Camp counselor f!reader
Words: 2912 words
Warnings: none!
Plot: After making your relationship with Leon official, a cozy movie night under the stars is exactly what you need. But when you wake up hours later, you realize Leon never left your side, even after everyone else had gone. Maybe love isn't about the promises people make... but about who chooses to stay.
A/N: Thought about giving these two a little fluff between all the smut 🤭 hope you guys enjoy it just as much ❤️
P.S: Carlos calls Leon 'cara' while breakfast. It means 'bro' for those who don't speak Brazilian ❤️ (I asked a tutor I used to have who is Brazilian and she told me this word was the one that could fit the situation better)
Taglist: @frogtape @like-gh0sts-in-sn0w @dusk-mp3 @mskyrathefroggo @rednnedy @eyesofophelia @ghostieistiredd @bayonettalover1234567 @warped-rabbithole (let me know if you want to be added!)
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"Slept well, sweetheart?" Leon asked as soon as he saw you getting out of your cabin. You smiled without fully looking at him. "Now you wait for me?" You asked, walking towards him. As soon as you stood in front of him, Leon wrapped his arms around you shamelessly. Ever since you 'officially' accepted to be dating, Leon has been waiting for you every morning to go eat breakfast together, kissed you a good night on your forehead every night before you walked into your cabin, and held your hand whenever he got the chance without caring if anyone else was looking. "Became a habit." He whispered, brushing his nose with yours affectionately. Your stomach growled loudly. "Hungry?" He said with wide eyes. "You stole half of my dinner last night." You complained. Leon had taken half of your plate after saying he wasn't really hungry to eat a whole meal. "You stole half of my dessert two days ago." He replied, narrowing his eyes at you. You immediately shrugged it off. "Let's go before I faint." You said, pulling away from his embrace and playfully patting his butt. "Can't allow that, can we?" He replied, tugging his hand into the back pocket of your jeans.
The cafeteria was as cheerful as always. Some teenagers were scattered around the tables, chatting with those who hadn't finished breakfast yet. "Leon, are we going to play volleyball with Y/N today too?" One of the teenagers asked as you walked past beside them. "If she wants." He said, looking down at you, his hand still tugged in your jeans' pocket. "I wouldn't turn down that offer." You replied with a wide smile. Teenagers burst into a cheerful 'yay'.
"Look who finally showed up," Chris said when he saw you both approaching the table. "Someone overslept." Leon immediately accused you. You gasped with fake betrayal written all over your face. "You slept together again?" Jill asked with a raised eyebrow. "He just waited for me outside our cabin," you immediately said. "Just in case I would get lost coming here." You added, rolling your eyes fondly. "Good job, cara." Carlos winked at Leon, hiding a smile on his coffee mug. "Yeah, whatever." Leon rolled his eyes. "I'll go get our breakfast," He added, looking at you. "Same as always?" He asked. You nodded with a smile, slightly blushing when he pulled you closer to quickly peck your cheek.
"You two look quite cute together," Claire said while you walked towards the designated areas for your planned activities after lunch. "Really?" You quietly asked beside her. "You two literally look like you've escaped from some kind of romantic ass movie." Jill joked in front of you. "Talking about movies," Chris suddenly added. "Let's do a movie night tonight." The idea immediately caught your attention. "Elaborate." You said, pacing up to match Chris' speed. "That's it," Chris said. "There's a projector in the storage cabin. Let's take it out and watch movies until they're completely out." He added, pointing at some teenagers running around the nearby cabins. "Sounds good," Leon said after checking your reaction to Chris' idea as if he needed your approval to say it was a good idea.
Hours later, just as you promised, the volleyball match quickly became far more competitive than anyone had intended. You found yourself on one side of the net with a handful of teenagers. In contrast, Leon stood opposite you, already wearing the infuriatingly confident grin that always appeared whenever there was a game to win. He wasn't going easy on anyone. Every successful block was followed by that smug little smile of his, every point celebrated with the teenagers on his team as if they were competing in a championship instead of a summer camp activity. Unfortunately, your team wasn't planning to make things easy either.
The moment one of your spikes landed cleanly inside the court, you shot him a triumphant smile from across the net. Leon only raised an eyebrow before retrieving the ball, silently accepting the challenge. From that point on, the match became less about keeping score and more about trying to outplay each other. Whenever one of you scored, the other answered a few rallies later. The teenagers quickly noticed the silent rivalry unfolding between you and Leon, loudly cheering every time one of you managed to embarrass the other.
By the end of the game, both of you were laughing too hard to care who was actually winning. The final point ended with the ball bouncing harmlessly between you after neither of you managed to reach it in time. Groans and laughter erupted around the court. As everyone scattered to grab water bottles, Leon walked beside you, brushing his hand around your waist. "Lucky point." The corner of his mouth curled into a teasing smile. "You always say that when you lose." You teased him, accepting the bottle he offered you. "Shower now?" You simply nodded, wiping some drops of sweat running down your forehead. "Together?" He smirked before taking another sip from the bottle you handed him back. "Leon!!" You slapped his chest playfully. "What? I'm just trying to save water for the sake of nature's well-being." He weakly defended himself, watching you walk away already.
By the time you finished your shower and dried your hair, the sun was already starting to set. Claire was helping Chris to set the projector while Jill and Carlos prepared giant beanbags in front of the big screen, and you and Leon distributed blankets over each pair of beanbags. "I vote for The Mummy," Carlos said, throwing another beanbag to the floor. "You always vote for The Mummy," Jill complained. "Because it's perfect." Carlos immediately defended. Leon leaned slightly against you. "He kinda has a point." He whispered. "See?" Carlos pointed at Leon. "Kennedy has taste!" He added. You scoffed immediately. "Of course he has it." You said, taking another blanket from the mountain of blankets in Leon's arms. Jill looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "Wow, so humble." She joked. "I didn't mean it in that way!!" You complained, throwing the blanket towards her. "You're right, though," Leon said with a small smile.
Somehow, Carlos managed to convince the entire camp to watch The Mummy, probably bribing the teenagers with extra popcorn if they voted for his choice as well. "Made room for one," Leon said, tapping the seat beside him and opening the blanket so you could sit there. A small smile decorated your lips as you sat down and snuggled up beneath the soft fabric. Leon's fingers immediately intertwined with yours as if it were muscle memory when your hands briefly brushed under the blanket.
The opening scenes of The Mummy flickered across the large white sheet stretched between two pine trees, the projector casting a warm glow over the clearing. Around you, the campers had long since settled down, their earlier excitement fading into quiet whispers and occasional bursts of laughter. A particularly over-the-top line from Rick made you snort under your breath. "You know..." you whispered, keeping your voice low enough not to disturb the campers. "He kind of reminds me of someone." Leon glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "Really?" You hummed in response. "And who would that be?" You smiled innocently. "A certain camp counselor and paramedic who thinks he's charming enough to get away with absolutely everything." A quiet laugh escaped him, soft enough that it was almost swallowed by the sounds of the movie. "Carlos?" He teased, pointing at the curly-haired boy sitting a few rows in front of you. "Very funny." You nudged his knee lightly beneath the blanket, earning another amused chuckle from him before both of your attention drifted back to the screen.
For a while, neither of you spoke. You simply watched the film together, occasionally exchanging amused glances whenever one of the characters did something particularly reckless. Without taking his eyes off the screen, Leon reached into the bowl for another handful of popcorn. You noticed the movement from the corner of your eye. Instead of reaching for the bowl yourself, you leaned a little closer and simply parted your lips in silent expectation. Leon paused for a heartbeat. Then the corner of his lips lifted into the smallest smile. "So that's how we're doing this now?" You only looked at him, trying and failing miserably to suppress a grin. Shaking his head with quiet amusement, he brought a single piece of popcorn to your lips. You accepted it without a word, smiling triumphantly as you settled back against the beanbag. "You're unbelievably spoiled," he murmured. "And yet..." Another piece of popcorn appeared in front of you before you even had the chance to ask. "...you keep feeding me." His laugh mixed underneath the sound of the dialogue on screen. "Yeah," he admitted, unable to hide the fondness in his voice. "I really do."
For the rest of the scene, the bowl stayed exactly where it was. Neither of you reached for it again. Every now and then, Leon simply picked another piece of popcorn from his hand and held it out for you, already knowing you'd just tilt your head towards him with that expectant little smile. It was such a small thing, yet somehow, beneath the glow of the projector and the warmth of the shared blanket, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
By the second half of the movie, Leon picked up another piece of popcorn and held it near your lips. But this time there was no reaction. A faint smile decorated his lips. "You giving me the silent treatment now?" Still no answer from you. Finally, he turned his head. The teasing remark died before it could leave his lips. Your head had slipped against his shoulder at some point, your breathing slow and even as sleep quietly claimed you after a tiring day. A few loose strands of hair had fallen across your face, and the blanket had started to slide from one of your shoulders.
For a long moment, Leon simply looked at you. The corners of his mouth lifted once again into that familiar soft grin. "Guess the movie lost," he murmured under his breath. Careful not to wake you, he set the popcorn back in the bowl before tugging the blanket a little higher, making sure it covered your shoulder properly, gently tugged your hair behind your ear like he always did, and slipped an arm around you, pulling you slightly closer to keep you warm. You instinctively leaned into his warmth, nestling a little closer in your sleep. Leon froze for half a second. Then, unable to stop himself, he huffed a quiet laugh.
His attention returned to the screen, or at least, tried. The characters continued racing across the desert. Someone shouted, something exploded. He couldn't have told anyone what happened over the next ten minutes. Every few seconds, his gaze drifted back to you instead, making sure you were still sleeping soundly.
A few rows to your left side, Claire followed Leon's gaze and immediately bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. She nudged Jill with her elbow before subtly pointing towards you. Jill looked away from the screen. The sight of you two made her smile almost immediately. Without saying a word, she quietly pulled out her phone. Click. The shutter was barely audible, fortunately. Claire pressed a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking as she tried to suppress her laughter. Jill lowered her phone with a satisfied grin. "They ain't beating the allegations anymore," she whispered. Claire glanced back at Leon, who remained completely oblivious, still watching over you far more than he was watching the movie. "We should frame it and give it to them," Jill had to bite back a laugh of her own at Claire's idea. Neither of them had the heart to disturb the peaceful scene unfolding beneath the blanket you shared. They simply exchanged one last knowing smile before turning their attention back to the movie, leaving the two of you exactly where you were.
For a moment, you shifted in Leon's embrace. He immediately looked down, already looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he met a quiet, sleepy sigh as you completely parted your lips, snuggling a little bit closer against his neck. The satisfied grin never left his lips as he leaned down to carefully place a soft peck against your forehead. His hand that rested on your shoulder before was now tangled with a few strands of your hair as he played with it, just like he knew you loved.
The credits rolled across the screen as the projector's light slowly faded, replaced by the soft glow of the dying campfire. One by one, the campers stretched, yawned, and gathered their blankets, their quiet chatter filling the clearing as they were shepherded back towards their cabins by the other counselors. Around you, the makeshift cinema slowly disappeared. But Leon didn't move; he barely even noticed everyone else leaving.
You were still fast asleep against him, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder beneath the blanket he'd wrapped around you earlier. He glanced down for what had to be the hundredth time that night. Then he looked back up at the now-empty screen with a contented smile. Footsteps crunched softly over the grass. "They're all heading back." Chris stopped beside him, folding his arms as his eyes drifted from Leon to your sleeping figure. He didn't say anything for a moment, a knowing smile slowly appearing on his face when he saw you. "Good luck getting up." Leon let out a quiet huff that sounded suspiciously close to a laugh. "I'm not planning to." Chris nodded once, as though that answer had been exactly what he'd expected. "Figured." There wasn't a trace of teasing in his voice. His smile lingered for another second before he gave Leon a light pat on the shoulder. "I'll tell the others not to wait up." With that, he turned and headed after the rest of the team, the faint smile never leaving his face.
Leon watched him disappear between the trees before looking down at you again. Your breathing remained slow and steady, completely undisturbed by the conversation. "...Yeah," he whispered to himself. "I can stay a little longer." The last of the voices gradually faded into the distance until only the crackle of the fire and the chorus of crickets remained. For the first time all evening, the camp was completely still.
Sometime during the night, you stirred. The camp was quiet. The excited chatter that had filled the clearing only a few hours earlier had long since disappeared. For a moment, you simply blinked up at the star-filled sky, still hazy with sleep. Then you felt the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek. A familiar rhythm beating ever so gently. You turned your head lightly. Leon had fallen asleep sometime after you. His head rested against the cushy back of the beanbag, his features softer than you'd remembered, one arm still wrapped securely around your shoulders beneath the blanket as though he'd never considered letting go.
Your chest tightened. He could have woken you; he could have carried you back to your cabin. He could've even left you alone, like it had already happened in the past with another lover. But unlike him, Leon had stayed.
A smile found its way onto your face before you even realized it. Carefully, you reached up, brushing a few loose strands of blond hair away from his forehead. His hair felt impossibly soft beneath your fingertips. Your fingers lingered on the edge of his jaw for just a moment before you leaned in, pressing the gentlest kiss against his lips. You barely had time to pull away. "Mmh..." Leon shifted slightly, his brows knitting together before one eye cracked open. "Is it morning already?" A quiet laugh escaped you. "No." You glanced towards the dark tree line surrounding the clearing. "It's still the middle of the night." That was apparently all the information he needed.
Without another word, his arm tightened around your waist, effortlessly pulling you back against his chest. You let out a surprised little laugh as your forehead softly bumped against him. "Leon..." He lazily hummed in response. "We're literally sleeping in the middle of camp." You laughed. "So?" You looked up at him. His eyes were already closed again, completely unbothered. "You don't care?" A sleepy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I'm with you." Three simple words, mumbled so quietly you almost wondered if you'd imagined them.
His breathing evened out once again. Within seconds, he had already drifted back to sleep. You stayed there for a long while, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The fear that had followed you into this summer, the one that had whispered this would end the same way it had before, felt strangely quiet now. You knew it wouldn't disappear overnight, but for the first time, it no longer felt louder than hope. Because Leon had never promised you forever, he'd simply stayed when everyone else had walked away. When your eyes closed again, and you snuggled against his body, you finally understood something. Loving someone wasn't about the grand gestures. It was about who was still there when you opened your eyes.
Pairing: Boy dad!Chris x Boy mom!reader
Words: 2150 words
Warnings: None!
Plot: At eleven months old, Piers was finally ready to say his first word. Chris had spent weeks convinced it would be 'Dada'. The only problem? Nobody ever called him 'Dad' in front of the toddler. To you, Leon, Claire, Rebecca, and pretty much everyone else, he had always been simply Chris. Your husband might not have gotten the first word he'd been hoping for, but somehow, hearing his son say his name for the very first time still became one of the happiest moments of his life.
A/N: Since we didn't get much of the first times of Piers during Mission:Baby, here you have another oneshot to be added to the Redfield's Saga 🤭 hope you guys enjoy it ❤️
Taglist: @picaroh @mmjazzbar @plumeria1 @newlybiscuit @cakeofhorrors (let me know if you want to be added!)
The Redfields' Saga.
Piers found himself sitting in the middle of his playpen, surrounded by his favorite letter blocks. He'd been babbling nonstop lately. "Piers, sweetheart, do you want some water?" You asked as if he would answer back, walking across the living room with his small bottle. The little boy threw grabby hands into the air, babbling something in his own language. "Okay, okay. Got it." You laughed, crouching and giving him the bottle decorated with planets and rockets. The tingling sound of keys opening the front door immediately caught your son's attention. "I'm home," Chris said from the front door. The moment Piers heard your husband's voice, his excited gaze landed on you. "Who's there?" You asked with a wide smile. Your son immediately opened his arms, bouncing impatiently in place until you picked him up. "Chris, someone is quite excited that you're back." You laughed with your son in your arms. "Where's my favorite little man?" Chris said immediately. Piers almost launched himself towards your husband, forcing you to let him go. "Easy there, buddy." Chris laughed. You could tell by the way his eyes squinted with a wide smile that he was internally melting at the fact that your son looked so excited about him coming back home. "Let's take a shower?" Chris asked, carrying your son to the bathroom with him.
Loud chatter came from the bathroom. Quite an interesting conversation between a proud dad and an eleven-month-old toddler. "Yes, that's a duck." Piers looked at Chris for a second, then at the yellow rubber duck. "Duh." The toddler repeated. Chris' eyes widened. "That's it, buddy! Duck!" He said enthusiastically. You heard the whole conversation from the hallway, a soft giggle escaping your mouth at the image created in your head. "Honey," Chris said, running down the hallway with Piers, wrapped in a towel, once their shower was over. "He talked." Your husband said proudly. Piers chewed on the rubber duck, clearly in a completely different world. "Chris-." "No. Listen." Chris said, adjusting Piers in his arms. "Come on, buddy. Show Mommy what you said." Chris' eyes gleamed with excitement. Piers chewed on his fist now, looking straight into Chris' eyes. "Badadada." He mumbled proudly. "Oh, come on!" Chris complained. You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "I think he just sighed before." You teased your husband. "I swear he said duck," Chris complained, walking behind you, still holding your son.
During dinner, Piers sat in his high chair, chewing messily on a few carrots. Chris sat beside him, scrolling through his phone with the concentration of a surgeon. "What are you searching for?" You asked, placing a plate in front of your husband. "I asked Leon to send me the link to the book he bought for Sammy to stimulate language," Chris said without looking away from his phone. "Another book?" You raised an eyebrow. You barely had space on the shelves in Piers' bedroom anymore, some of the books Chris bought or inherited from Leon mixing with your books on the living room shelves at this point. "This one is necessary," Chris said immediately, already pressing the pay button before you could even say anything else. "He can't say 'duck' as a first word." He added, tossing his phone beside his plate and taking a bite. "Why not?" You asked innocently, placing the pan on the sink and sitting beside him. "I would be a laughingstock to everyone." Your husband said as if it were too obvious. Leon managed, after weeks of endless tries, to make his son's first word be 'papa'. Chris couldn't let his son be less.
For the next few days, Chris prepared himself as if he were about to take an important exam. He read tons of famous educators' articles on how to stimulate babies for their first word, bought another set of letter blocks with bright colors, claiming those were better to catch your son's attention. Spoiler: Piers ignored those blocks completely. A few days ago, Claire paid you a visit to have lunch together. "How about some ice cream for dessert?" She said, walking over and opening the freezer. Piers beamed when he saw his aunt taking out his favorite tub of ice cream. Your son started to swing his legs in his highchair instantly. "Want some ice cream, sweetheart?" You said, taking 4 spoons from a drawer beneath the sink. "Ah!" Piers replied with grabby hands. Claire couldn't hold back the smile creeping on her mouth. You placed a small scoop of ice cream on a Disney bowl, putting it in front of Piers right after. Claire patiently fed the ice cream to your son, who somehow managed to end with the sweet treat covering his cheeks and nose. "Do you want some more?" Claire asked softly. "...Mo." Piers managed to reply. The gasp Claire let out was so loud that Chris appeared in the doorway immediately, concern written all over his face. "What happened?" He asked. "Chris, your son just said more!" Claire announced excitedly. "He didn't say more." You laughed, shaking your head with a smile as you watched both siblings argue about your son's first word.
Yesterday, it was Leon's turn. He came over with Sammy to bring some of the stuff for the barbecue you've planned for today. "Uncle Chis!" Sammy said, running down the hall and crashing into Chris' chest. "Hey there, gremlin." Chris laughed, tickling the toddler. Piers watched them from his playpen, smiling widely when he saw Sammy. As soon as Sammy noticed your son sitting in his playpen, he completely forgot your husband, excitedly running towards Piers. Both of them sat there playing while Leon and Chris organized the bags. "Made any progress on the talking stage?" Leon asked with a teasing tone. "Plenty," Chris replied proudly. "Uncle Chis!" Sammy called from the living room. As if your son understood, he immediately looked at his father. "Dino!" Sammy said, showing them a small triceratops. "Didididi..." Piers quietly repeated. Chris and Leon exchanged a surprise look. "Did he just?" Leon asked. Both of them walked towards the playpen at a fast pace, taking Piers in your husband's arms. "What did you say, buddy?" Chris asked your son. Piers looked between both men for a second. It almost looked like he was going to actually repeat Sammy's words. And then... Burp. Chris blinked. Leon blinked. Sammy burst into laughter. "Yeah, amazing progress." Leon mocked, patting Chris' shoulder. "He's almost there, I swear!" Chris said as Leon walked back into the kitchen.
At night, you sat on the chair beside Piers' crib, a small book in your left hand, while your right hand ran through the brunette curls on your son's head. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, barely able to keep them open while you kept reading the book. "Then, the raccoon mom said..." You paused for a second when you noticed your son was finally out. "Rest well, tomorrow will be a busy day, sweetheart." You whispered, leaving a lingering kiss on his hair before turning off the light and walking out. You walked back into the living room, where the blue light from your husband's laptop illuminated his face. "Working?" You quietly asked, sitting beside him and resting your head on his shoulder. "Kinda." He replied. You huffed a laugh when you saw the screen. Another article about toddlers' first words can be read on it. "Chris, you're obsessing over it." You said against his shoulder. "I'm not." Your husband scoffed. "How many articles have you read about it?" You raised an eyebrow. He didn't dare to answer. It's been a week since he lost count. "I just..." Chris sighed. "Why doesn't he say it?" He added, throwing his head back into the back cushions. "He will. Just let him take his time." You nuzzled into his neck, tickling him with your breath. "What if his first word is dino?" Chris asked, remembering how close he was to repeating Sammy's hours before. "Well, Sammy will be very proud." You simply joked.
The summer morning sun bathed the backyard as your husband and Leon cooked the meat on the barbecue. You sat by the table, chatting with Claire, Leon's wife, and Rebecca. Sitting on the grass, Piers and Sammy played with their dinosaurs and cars with cheerful babbling. "Chris, can you pass me the ketchup?" Claire asked while eating. "Chris, want some more fries?" You asked, offering him the basket with freshly made fries. "Chris, mind making two more coffees?" Leon's wife asked him after lunch. "Uncle Chis, ice cream," Sammy ordered from the ground a few hours after lunch. Every single time your husband's name was pronounced, your son immediately looked towards him. To Piers, the backyard echoed with one word more than any other: Chris.
None of you were paying attention when it actually happened. You sat at the table, enjoying some pastries Rebecca brought, chatting about random stuff. Chris took another small spoon of his pastry and offered it to Piers without fully looking at his son. Then, Piers lifted his arm, index finger up, and pointed at your husband. Claire was the first one to notice, immediately pointing at your son and making everyone fall silent. "What is it, buddy?" Chris asked with excitement lingering around his eyes. Piers hesitated for a moment, averting his gaze between you and his father. Then, his eyes drifted to Sammy for just a second. "...Ch..." He tried at first. Everyone went still. It couldn't be possible. "...Chis..." Piers quietly said, still pointing at his father. "Oh, my God." Claire gasped, covering her mouth. "No way," Leon added from beside her. "Chis..." Piers repeated, as if testing the new word. Chris remained completely speechless. Did his son just call him by his first name? And worse, was that his official first word? "Baby, who's this?" You said beside the toddler, pointing at your husband as well. "Chis!" Piers said more confidently this time.
All of you started to cheer him immediately. Everyone except Chris. His son's first word was not 'duck', was not 'more', was not 'dino'. It wasn't even 'daddy'. It was his first name. "Well, at least he knows your government name." Leon mocked between laughs. "He doesn't know you're his dad, he just knows you're Chris," Claire added, folding and wiping tears off her eyes. "I sacrificed everything for this kid," Chris said, clearly affected by what just happened. Piers was now playing with Sammy again, completely unaware of what was going on at the table with the adults. "He definitely meant 'dad'." Chris tried to convince everyone. "Chris and Dad sound pretty different." Rebecca laughed. "He has an accent." Your husband replied, still refusing to accept your son's first word.
"Uncle Chis, look!" Sammy said from the ground. Uncle Chis... There it was. No one in that household ever called Chris 'dad'. For everyone, he was simply Chris. Suddenly, everything made sense. "It's all your fault!" Your husband announced out of nowhere, pointing at everyone. You looked at him with a frown. "What do you mean?" You asked. "From now on." Chris stood up. "Nobody can call me Chris." He announced proudly. All of you burst into laughter. "Chris, you're being-." "Dad. I'm Dad from now on." Chris corrected you immediately. "Hey, Chris-." Leon walked out of the house and back to the backyard. As soon as his name reached your son's ears, the boy looked at his father. "Chis!" He repeated proudly. Leon almost dropped the plate he was holding when he folded, laughing at the sudden word coming out of the toddler's mouth once again.
Chris had only one mission for the next few months: getting your son to say 'dad'. He took this new task very seriously, not to mention how obsessed he got with the new rule of everyone calling him 'dad' whenever Piers was around. "Chr-." You said out of habit, stopping immediately when you felt your husband's and son's gazes pierce you. "Dad. Let's go to the mall, Dad." You corrected yourself. Later that night, you found Chris sitting on the couch with Piers, holding an old photo album. "Who's this?" Your husband asked, pointing at someone in the pictures. "Leo!" Piers announced. "And this?" Chris repeated. "Cair!" Piers said. "And this?" Chris pointed at Sammy. "Ami!" Piers kept saying enthusiastically. "And who's this?" Chris pointed at himself. You leaned against the doorway. This was getting interesting. "...Dada," Piers said. Chris beamed immediately. "Chisdada!" The toddler added proudly. Chris' excitement lasted for exactly 2 seconds. "At least you're making some progress." Chris laughed, hugging your son tightly. Maybe your son chose a word none of you expected to be his first. Maybe Chris would have preferred 'Dad'. But one thing was certain: the very first word Pier chose belonged to the man he already knew would always be there for him.
Pairing: Camp Counselor re4r Leon x Camp Counselor f!reader ft. Luis Serra
Words: 3411 words
Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, jealous sex, oral (m receiving), brief hair pulling, soft dom Leon, Leon comes inside (using protection).
Plot: The camp kept going for another week, and so did your secret relationship with Leon. After another week of trying to act nonchalant around each other, the first official party at the camp seems like the perfect chance to finally relax. But when a charming newcomer takes an interest in you, Leon discovers that pretending not to care is much harder than he expected. Jealousy, lingering looks, and secrets are bound to collide before the night is over.
A/N: I'm addicted to this at this point 🤭 hope you guys enjoy this chapter ❤️❤️
P.S: Clarification about jumping over the fire thing mentioned in the beginning: Here in Spain, during the night of June 23rd to June 24th, we celebrate 'La noche de San Juan,' in which we make small (or big) bonfires to burn everything we don't want in our lives and attract good luck. The legend says that if you jump over the fire three times, you'll be lucky for the year (at least that's what I do in my hometown), so I thought it could be fun to add it with Luis ❤️
Taglist: @frogtape @like-gh0sts-in-sn0w @dusk-mp3 @mskyrathefroggo @rednnedy @eyesofophelia @ghostieistiredd @bayonettalover1234567 @warped-rabbithole (let me know if you want to be added!)
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"A party?" You asked, chewing on your toast. Chris nodded proudly. "We invited some special guests." He said, exchanging a look with Leon before returning his attention to you. Leon looked at everyone with a frown. "Why are you looking at me like that?" The blond boy asked. You watched the Redfield siblings hesitate to answer him for a moment, making your curiosity grow bigger with every passing second. "You know him quite well," Claire said with a teasing smile. Leon let out a sigh, leaning back on his chair. "Don't tell me you called Luis." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Come on, trust him a little more!" Claire said. Judging by the expression in Leon's eyes, you could tell he didn't really like that Luis. "Last year, he almost set himself on fire." Leon sighed. You looked at him with wide eyes. "In his defense, it was one of the campers pushing him into the bonfire." Carlos defended. "He was literally the one suggesting jumping over the fire because that's how they do it in Spain," Leon complained. "He's Spanish?" You asked, surprised. "Yeah, he comes here for the summer to work," Claire explained, sitting beside you. Interesting. You thought to yourself.
The campers gathered near the lake with Carlos and Jill, while you helped Claire with the decoration for the party, and Chris cleaned up the stone barbecue with Leon so it was ready to use at night. Claire took a couple of cute flower crowns out of a box and handed them to you so you could hang them on a small pine wooden coat tree you managed to find inside the storage cabin. "So..." Your friend caught your attention. "It's been a bit more than a month since the camp started." Claire continued, separating some leaves that messily tangled two crowns. "How are you feeling?" You barely looked at her. "Fine." You tried to hide the small smile tugging at your lips. "I'm glad you convinced me to come back." You added, finally looking up at her. Claire nodded thoughtfully, as if that wasn't the answer she was expecting. A small silence settled between you. "How are things going with Leon?" She suddenly asked. You froze completely, almost choked on yourself when his name came out of her mouth. "Good... Yeah... He's cool... I guess." You answered immediately. Claire narrowed her eyes at you, leaving the crowns on the coat tree. "You two are dating, don't you?" She said directly. "What?? No! Absolutely not." You tried to defend yourselves. But the way you looked at each other, the way he talked to you whenever they were around, and how you two disappeared at random times of the day to suddenly appear randomly hours later wasn't as subtle as you both pictured it in your head.
"Hey," Leon said, walking closer. "Claire, are there more charcoal bags? Your brother says it won't be enough with those for tonight." He added, pointing at a pair of charcoal bags behind the redheaded girl. "There should be more inside. Let me go check." She said, handing you the remaining crowns, then walked away. Leon leaned on his side, watching her disappear into the storage cabin before walking closer to you. "I miss you." He muttered under his breath. You let out a quiet laugh, wiping some charcoal from his cheek with your thumb. "We're literally 50 meters away, Leon." You laughed, pointing at the barbecue behind him. "I guess I got too used to having you close." You felt your cheeks turning slightly red. How did he manage to always have that effect on you?
His gaze dropped to the flower crowns in your hands. "Was this your idea?" He joked, taking one of them in his hands and placing it on his head. "It looks terrible on you." You mocked with a giggle. "How cruel." He gasped dramatically, as if he was truly offended. "Those flowers don't go well with the color of your eyes." You said, reaching for another crown hanging on the coat tree. Your eyes wandered over the collection until they settled on one woven with blue wildflowers and lavender, the tiny blossoms almost the exact same shade as Leon's striking blue eyes. Smiling to yourself, you gently replaced the first crown with your new pick. "This one suits you." You added, tilting your head as you admired how perfectly the tone of the flowers matched his eyes. Leon let out a shy chuckle as he looked away, completely unable to hold your gaze. "Are you going to keep flirting, or are you coming to help, flower boy?" Claire said from the storage cabin doorway, holding a heavy bag of charcoal. "We're not flirting!" Both of you said immediately. Leon took the crown off his head and handed it back to you, his fingers slightly brushing yours. "Let's tell them we can decorate the tables later." He winked at you before running towards the storage cabin to help your friend.
A few hours after lunch, you found yourself in the cafeteria preparing a round of coffees and smoothies for everyone. The sound of the blender was so loud that you didn't notice Carlos entering the cafeteria with a guy you hadn't seen before. "Hey, Y/N," Carlos called out. "Oh, hi!" You said with a wide smile, turning the blender off. "This is Luis, the guy we told you about earlier," Carlos explained, pointing at him. "Luis Serra." He took your hand just long enough to press a quick kiss against your knuckles before letting go again. "Encantado, señorita." He offered you a smile. "Oh wow, nice to meet you too." You laughed. You chatted with both of them for a while as you finished preparing the last smoothies. "Let me help you with that." Luis offered, taking one of the trays before you could say anything. "Thanks! You're the first one being a gentleman in here." You joked, looking at Carlos. "Hey!" He complained as you and Luis walked out of the cafeteria laughing.
Outside, campers greeted Luis excitedly. Apparently, he was a renowned music teacher that has been visiting the camp for the last couple of years. They took the smoothies and coffees from the trays with excited chatter, walking away to sit on the tables in small clusters. "You're a teacher too?" You asked, leaving the tray on the small cart to take it back into the cafeteria. "Yeah," Luis said with a soft smile. "Me too!" You announced excitedly. From a distance, Leon watched your interaction with Luis. His frown had become permanent since he saw you walking out of the cafeteria beside him and laughing, not really noticing how hard he was gripping his coffee mug. "Leon! Glad to see you again, amigo." Luis said as soon as he saw Leon. "Wish I could say the same," Leon said with a flat tone. "Oh come on, I know I'm your favorite." Luis joked, patting him on his shoulder. "Actually, Leon has a new favorite person." Claire appeared behind Leon, immediately greeting Luis with a small hug. "Oh, I see. Mi amigo finally has una hermosa señorita?" Luis raised an eyebrow with a teasing tone. "I don't," Leon said as seriously as he could. "That's what I thought," Luis said, nudging him and walking back to the tables area where everyone was.
Leon's gaze scanned the party with no emotion until his eyes landed on you. Leon had seen you in plenty of outfits over the past month, ever since you arrived at the camp, yet somehow, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you tonight. A simple white dress fell just above your knees, its open back revealing just enough to steal the breath from his lungs. Tiny flecks of shimmer caught the warm glow of the string lights near the hem, sparkling with every step you took as though you'd somehow brought the stars down to earth. Your hair flowed freely over your shoulders, crowned with vibrant yellow and pink flowers that mirrored you perfectly: bright, warm, and completely impossible to ignore.
Then someone else came into your frame. Luis. He leaned closer to talk underneath the loud music and chatter so you could hear him well. You laughed with every random story he told you about his music lessons back in Spain, and you accepted every drink he offered you. He even offered to teach you some guitar notes later when he played it by the bonfire. "I'm really bad with instruments." You drowned your laugh in your drink. "You can't say that if you've never tried to play it." Luis laughed as well.
"Leon, are you listening to me?" Chris said, snapping Leon out of his thoughts. "Huh?" Leon simply said, looking at his best friend with lost eyes. "Man, you really need to ask her out," Carlos said, patting Leon on his shoulder. "What do you mean?" Leon asked immediately. Carlos and Chris exchanged a knowing look. "You've been staring at her for the last 10 minutes." Chris pointed in your direction. "If you like her, ask her to be your girlfriend before someone else does it," Carlos added, pointing at you with a nod before taking a sip.
When Leon's eyes landed back on you, Luis was fixing the flower crown and tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear. Chris and Carlos saw the shift in Leon's expression happen in real time. How his fingers tightened around the plastic glass, how he slowly exhaled through his nose, how his ears turned slightly red. "Oh, you're down bad." Carlos joked. "I'm okay," Leon said, more affected than he'd like to admit. "Sure." Chris stifled a small smile in his drink as he walked away.
For a few hours, everything seemed to go smoothly. You played games, sat by the bonfire, and told random stories. Luis played the guitar and exchanged a few jokes. But, on the other hand, the man you wished would be treating you like Luis was, avoided you at all costs. Whenever you walked closer, he pulled slightly away. Whenever you offered him another drink, he said he was fine, only to pour himself a new drink minutes later. Did I do something wrong? You thought to yourself. "Y/N, your turn!" One of the campers said, snapping you out of your thoughts. "I dare you to dance with Luis." You turned down the offer immediately, but the social pressure could beat you.
Luis' fingers tangled with yours. "Have you ever danced bachata, señorita?" He asked with a playful smile. "Not really." You shyly laughed. Luis guided you patiently as you laughed, completely embarrassed at how bad you were at dancing. "You're doing great, cariño," Luis reassured you, counting the steps again until the song was over. The cute nickname alone was enough to send Leon over the edge, not to mention how Luis was holding you by your waist while dancing.
Once the song was over, you walked away from the circle for a moment, going to your cabin to grab a thin jacket since the night was starting to get chilly. When you entered the dimmed cabin, your ears were ringing in the silence after being surrounded by loud music and laughter for so many hours. You shuffled your feet lazily towards your wardrobe, looking for something warm to wear. You spotted Leon's hoodie, which he lent you a few nights ago, still tucked inside your wardrobe, and its scent on every piece of fabric it brushed. You smiled softly, taking a hoodie neatly folded beside it. "Had fun flirting today?" A familiar voice came from the doorway. His voice was cold, echoing beneath the muffled sound of the music outside. "You finally decide to talk to me?" You snorted, closing the doors of your wardrobe and walking across the room. You stopped in front of Leon, looking up at him with your head slightly tilted. "Are you jealous?" You muttered. Leon walked closer, hand settling on your waist possessively. "You really wanna find out?" He said with a defiant tone.
You held his gaze with a playful smile for a second before pressing your hand to his chest. "I think I owe you an explanation." You quietly said, tapping your index finger against his white shirt. "After all," You added, leaning closer, "I'm your girl." His eyes darkened at your words. He was amazed by how fast you learned which strings you needed to pull to drive him crazy. "Don't say that if you're not going to take responsibility for the consequences," Leon said, walking into your room, though. "They seem to be too occupied to worry about us." You walked back, looking through the window before turning your gaze back to Leon. Outside, everyone kept playing random games, singing, drinking, and dancing around the fire. Leon let out a quiet laugh. The blond boy turned around, the clicking sound of the door closing echoing louder than you remembered.
"Don't say I didn't warn you when they ask where we have been," Leon said, walking back to you. The moment he stood in front of you, his hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You immediately kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck out of habit. His right hand moved from your cheek to your leg, gripping the naked flesh of your thigh, carrying you towards the small desk beside your bed without breaking the kiss. You sat on the wooden table, legs wrapped around his waist, while your fingers tangled in his blond hair, slightly pulling on it when his tongue found yours. "Tell me you're only thinking about me right now," Leon whispered against your lips. You smiled before answering. "Yeah. You're the only one I think about every day." You said, kissing him again. "Every second of the day," You whispered. "You're the only one clouding my mind." You reassured him. That seemed to be enough to boost his ego.
His fingers brushed your shoulder, sliding the thin strap of your dress. You moved your head to the other side, leaving more room for him to kiss your neck. Sharp breaths escaped your lips as he sucked on your skin. "Leon..." You whispered. He looked up with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips. "Sit down on my bed." You asked him, pushing him away so you could get off the desk. He looked at you with a confused frown, but did as you told him anyway. Before he could sit, you unbuckled his jeans, a wide smirk decorating his lips when he realized what you wanted to do.
His erection sprang free as soon as you pulled his boxers down. His legs were widely open so you could comfortably kneel in front of him. You looked around your nightstand for a hair tie before he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him again. "Leave it like this. I like it." He quietly said, earning a small smile from you. Your hand firmly gripped the base of his hard member while your tongue slowly licked the tip. Leon threw his head back with pleasure, a low groan escaping the deepest part of his throat. "God... You look so beautiful." He said, moving your hair out of your face. Your eyes connected with his as you sucked his dick. "That's right, sweetheart. Look at me." He groaned, his grip slightly tightening on your hair. "You know?" He added. "I didn't like it when he tugged your hair behind your ear..." Leon whispered between heavy breaths. "I'm the only one who should be allowed to do that." He added, letting out a loud groan when you sucked on him a little harder.
His tip was leaking with precum when he asked you to stand up, already feeling his climax close. To your surprise, instead of asking you to lie down on your bed like he did before, when you could do it in your cabins, he asked you to lean on the desk. "What?" You blinked twice. "You heard me. I want to take you from behind." He said with his breath rhythm completely ruined. Your smirk widened as you leaned on your elbows against the cold wood while he opened the drawer where he knew you kept the condoms he gave you. You felt his hand moving the skirt of your dress up, revealing your panties. "You're so wet, sweetheart." Leon teased you, slowly pulling them down your legs. "Isn't that proof enough of how you turn me on?" You widened your legs when you felt his hands firmly gripping your hips to keep you in place. "Good answer." He said with a smirk, sliding his dick inside you with ease.
His name fell off your lips desperately before you could stop it with every thrust. "Fuck..." Leon breathed. "Yeah, call my name." He added, his thrust becoming rougher with every passing second. "I want you to forget he was ever here." He whispered against your ear, pulling you closer by your hair. Your hands turned into fists as you tried to lower your volume, knowing someone might hear you if you got too loud.
"I love how messy you get when I'm inside you." He whispered into your ear when you rested your head on his shoulder, his hand cupping one of your breasts and squeezing it. "Come on, tell me how much you like this." He added. "Please..." You begged. "Go faster..." The smirk appearing on his lips only grew wider with your petition, thrusting deeper, faster, just like you wanted.
Both of your climaxes built faster with every movement of his hips against yours. "Leon... Please, don't stop..." You breathed out. "I'm so close..." You added, pulling on the back of his hair, looking for some kind of support. "Good girl. Come for me, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear. "You're doing great." He praised you, thrusts becoming sloppier as he released his load inside you shortly after.
Heavy pants filled the room as you both tried to catch your breath. "Did I get too rough?" Leon whispered, a bit concerned. "No... It was amazing." You breathed heavily, letting out a small laugh as you ran your fingers through your hair. A small whine escaped your lips when you felt him pull out.
Once you both caught your breaths, cleaned yourselves, tidied the room, and looked decent enough to go out, you headed towards the door. "Wait." Leon grabbed your wrist before you could open the door. "Don't make me suffer more than I already have." He pouted. You let out a quiet laugh, cupping his cheek. "Then stay close to me." It sounded like a request more than an order. "Okay," Leon said with half a smile, leaning down to kiss you softly. "Let's go back before you want to ruin me again." You whispered against his lips, seeing how he couldn't hold back from deepening the kiss again. "Sorry." He shyly apologized, opening the door and letting you get out of the room first.
Back in the bonfire, everyone cheered when you returned. "Did you sew your jacket yourself, or why did it take so long?" Claire asked when she saw you. "Got distracted in the way." You said, looking at Leon walking beside you. Leon looked down at you when everyone felt silent. Then everyone burst out. "Leon has a girlfriend!" Everyone started to chant. "Thought you wanted to keep it a secret." He whispered into your ear. "It was pretty obvious anyway." You laughed. In the distance, Luis smiled at both of you.
He sat beside Leon when he spotted him alone, while you sent the campers into their cabins once the party was over. "So she was your hermosa señorita..." Luis' grin widened as the pieces finally clicked into place. "No wonder you looked like you wanted to kill me all night." He let out a laugh before giving Leon a light pat on the shoulder. "Take good care of her, amigo." He said with a soft smile. "She seems to be quite nice." Both of them looked at you, laughing at something Carlos said. "...I know," Leon said quietly, a smile appearing on his lips. Luis nodded thoughtfully, laughing as well when he noticed how much his old friend already loved you just by the way he looked at you.
