LeonDoBeFineSh1t

(profile picture and wallpaper found on pintrest) ~Writes Fanfiction on all my obsessions~

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~Masterlist~

This is the master list of all the characters I write about.

Leon Kennedy:

Leon Kennedy MasterList

Arthur Morgan:

Arthur Morgan Masterlist

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Ain't nothing but a deed

Idea: Arthur, John and Horsea are sent to take out a camp of O'Driscolls, but they discover it isn't just money that the Driscolls are hiding.

Tropes: Princess x outlaw

Warnings: Violence, Mentions of arranged marriage, mentions of torture, mentions of assault.

Key:

Y/n-Your name

Song: Wanted Dead or alive-Bon Jovi

Tags:

The sun blazed down on the three men in the overgrowth as they led their respective horses through the mud, gunk and trees. None of them spoke as they went further and further into the overgrowth, hunting for something. Like a predator to prey.

"We're here, boys", the one at the front said. He was brunette with a matching beard, leading the outlaws in getting off their horses. "Dutch said these Driscolls have deeds which are worth something"

"How the hell they get those?" another asked

"The hell I know, John"

The three men crouched and slowly began walking closer to the makeshift camp. A circle of tents that seemed to protect a house no bigger than a shed.

"John, Horsea, you go west. I'll go this way," Arthur instructed, cutting off from the other two men.

They were all quiet, holding their pistols in case things went south, which they always did when the Driscolls were involved. Blood was bound to be shed, and it wouldn't be the three outlaws.

"GET OFF ME", someone shouted from the house. The men abandoned the plan and stood, aiming high and true. All hell breaking loose. Guns were fired, and bodies dropped. The trio taking the hillbillies out, one, by, one. Arthur dashed for the shed, kicking the door open.

"You ain't a Driscoll", the man who was on top of the woman slurred as he stood with a raised gun. Before anyone could make a shot, the woman raised her tied ankles and kicked.

"You bitch", he yowled in pain, holding his privates and falling to the floor next to her. Even so, the man wasn't spared, and Arthur aimed true. The blood splattering on the woman's torn dress as she screamed.

"Jesus, woman, warn a man before you scream," Arthur huffed as he untied her.

"You shot someone"

"I shot a hillbilly, they ain't people", he replied, "now what do people call you?"

"That depends" she said, wiping her hands on her skirt

"Depends on what?" Arthur asked, already wanting to leave the woman behind.

"If I can trust you"

"Jesus, woman, I just saved you from getting taken advantage of"

"I'm y/n"

"Okay, now why did the O'driscolls have you tied up like a hog?"

"I got a bounty on my head"

The two of them walked out of the shed and to the other men.

"Who's she?" John asked suspicious of the newcomer.

"Y/n she's coming back to camp with us"

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Arthur Morgan Master List

This is the master list of my Arthur Morgan fanfiction:

Wife:

Girlfriend:

Friend:

Stranger:

Aint nothing but a deed

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Other fandoms

I know all I have written so far is leon kennedy but would y'all be okay with me writing about other people for example Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Arthur Morgan and so on? I can do custom, but you'll need to tell me who they are, what they are from and a bit about them in case I haven't watched it

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One time thing (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

AGAIN MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Idea: You both hate each other, and you realise there is only one way to get over it... Hate sex.

Tropes: Enemies to fuck buddies

Warnings: swear words such as bastard and so on, sex, rough sex, penetration, fingering

Key:

Y/n-Your name

Song: Swim-Chase Atlantic

Tags:

DO NOT READ THIS ONESHOT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

There is no one I hated more than the DSO's top agent. The arrogant bastard that was Leon Kennedy. A man who I will admit had been through hell and back, but that didn't mean he could walk around like he owned the place.

"You're doing it wrong"

"Did I hear something?" I said to myself. Without looking at him, I could feel the narrow of his eyes as he glared at me. And just to be that extra bit annoying, I turned off the gun's safety and pulled the trigger. Shooting the moving target straight in the chest.

"Was that Better?"

His chest rose and fell as he stepped closer, his breath on my lips as his eyes fell just for a brief second. I raised my eyes so they looked into his blue ones. Eyes that I am sure were once full of colour and smiles, but now were filled only of ice and memories of the things that wouldn't leave. Memories of the people he didn't save... I had those memories too, but I buried them deep so I didn't remember. It was the only thing I could do to hold myself together.

"What?" I asked, my voice soft and breathy

"We can't keep doing this" he replied

I stepped back, disgust on my face as I put down the training pistol before crossing my legs.

"This?" I echoed, pointing between us, "There is no this. The only thing you are seeing is how much I hate you"

"We both know that is not true", he bit back, stepping closer once again. Each step drawing me back further and further till there was nowhere for me to go except against the concrete wall behind me.

"Then prove it"

The gap between us was gone, his hands on my waist as he pressed against me. His lips against mine. And... I felt it. The kiss was hard and desperate. All the unspoken words between us leaping from our lips as we moved together, turning my head so the kiss deepened. My hands in his hair, pulling.

God, that moan. I tugged again, and he growled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

"Was that proof enough?" He asked after he pulled away.

"No"

His eyes looked me up and down, stopping at a resting place on my lips, which were red and swollen as I panted. Trying to bring my breathing back to normal, so no one knew what we just did.

"My apartment, seven o'clock"

For the rest of the day, all I could think about was his hands going up and down my body like they did in the shooting range. His lips on mine. I was acting like a lovesick teenager. I'm turned on, that's all it is. I'm going to go to his apartment, and that's it, nothing is going to happen. We are just going to talk it out like adults. Because that's what we are. Adults.

That fucking clock. Staring at me as it ticked, taunting me of the seconds that haven't quite gone by yet. I just wanted to go home. That was it. Why did it have to start taunting me? Right when all I could think about was... him. Him against me as we.. Stop, not here. Not know.

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The dress I was wearing was red, a colour I happened to know he liked. The colour of seduction, my black heels against the floor as I raised my fist to knock on his door.

tap

tap

tap

tap

tap

I turned to walk away when I felt a breeze and the door open. So I turn back, seeing Leon standing there in nothing but Jeans. Jeans that he definitely never wore to work. I could see everything.

"You're here", he said, panting

"I am", I replied walking inside. I could feel his eyes on me. The stare followed the curve of my body as I walked past him.

"So you do know how to be quiet?" I teased, my eyes betraying me and zeroing in on his chest, which was solid after years of being on the force.

"Yes, but do you?" he asked back

"Try me", I taunted, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

A gasp left my mouth as he trapped me against the wall, his body against mine. Without a single word, he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.

"Hey"

"Earn it", he hissed before putting his lips against my neck, somehow finding that sweet spot. I gasped, trying to fight against his hand, which only made him chuckle and press his body against mine. I felt it already?

"A hard-on already?" I teased

"Has anyone told you that you talk too much?"

"Seems like your friend likes it"

He growled, finally letting go of my wrists, instead holding my face still as he kissed me. I opened my mouth, and he took his opportunity to use his tongue.

"Jump"

I didn't.

"I told you to jump" He breathed before slapping my ass, causing me to jump, my legs now around him, with his arms under my legs, his hands on my ass, squeezing.

"Leon", I moaned

"Good girl"

I don't know what did it, those words or the person that was saying them, but the normal argumentative and bratty side disappeared and instead was a woman who only wanted to please. I had barely settled on the bed when he was on top of me, his arms holding himself up.

"Y/n", He said before kissing my neck and thrusting against me. I moaned, because of course I did. My composure was gone the second he called me a good girl.

When he pulled away, I couldn't help but frown and whine.

"Thought you hated me", he smirked

"Leon, just fuck me"

"I thought you would never ask"

He pulled down the zip and then the boxers, palming himself as I watched with my mouth open.

"How do you want it?"

I didn't answer, instead sitting up, my lips on his shaft. Kissing it.

"Y/n", he moaned. His fingers gathered my hair in a ponytail as I opened my mouth around him, gagging before I had gotten used to the sheer size. My head bobbed, moving up and down his shaft as my eyes looked up at him. His eyebrows furrowed against his closed eyes as he pulled on my hair.

"I'm going t-"

I pulled away, resulting in a growl before he pushed me down on the bed. One of his hands on his shaft and the other on my thigh, stopping.

"Why did you stop?"

"I'm not going to do anything without your consent, Y/n"

"I consent, Leon Kennedy" The words had barely come out of my mouth before my undergarments were pushed aside and his fingers were inside me. The feeling going all over my body as I panted, my breath heavy.

"Oh.LEon"

The man smirked because of course he did. My gasps probably boosted his already big ego. My mouth betrayed me and begged for him.

"As you wish"

God, why was that so hot?

He held himself right at my entrance, his eyes in mine. I knew what he was doing.

"Leon" I begged

And then he was inside, hard and big. I barely had time to adjust before he was pumping inside me. Hitting that one spot that made me fold.

"I've never heard you so quiet before"

"not now" I whined as I felt myself draw closer.

"Let go" he whispered, his heavy almost banting breath in my ear and for once in my life I did was I was told and came.

"Fuck" he grunted before giving me one last pump before he too came, his seed inside me. Thrusting as the euphoria melted away.

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The gap between us was gone, his hands on my waist as he pressed against me. His lips against mine. And... I felt it. The kiss was hard and desperate. All the unspoken words between us leaping from our lips as we moved together, turning my head so the kiss deepened. My hands in his hair, pulling.

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Stepping in the way (18+ ONLY)

Idea: Y/n is a member of the DSO and has been friends with Leon for years, but there is something different about her. Most agents are skinny and socially fit, and good-looking; however, Y/n is not. She has curves, which many of the other agents do not like, and neither did her peers as she grew up, so that has left her with scars. Both scars that can be seen and scars that cannot.

Tropes: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Bullying, insecurity, self-harm, mentions of suicide attempts, fatphobia

Key:

Y/n-Your name

Song: Contontorionist- Sylvia Daley

Tags: @angellwingsss

DO NOT READ THIS ONESHOT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR ARE TRIGGERED/UPSET BY THE WARNINGS ABOVE.

Everyone is the same on the inside, yet we are also so different. Some are built with perfection in mind, while others were built with the pieces no one else wanted. Forced to fight against the current and try to love ourselves for being different, but truly wanting to be the same as everyone else.

I had curves, but I wasn't in magazines. She was skinny and was perfect. Long used to the feeling of being laughed at. Forced to be the end of the joke, forced to be the thing that everyone else sees in funhouse mirrors. Forced to hear the same things again and again, each one leaving scars on my brain, the words echoing every time I wanted silence.

"You should eat less"

"Look at her"

Laughter as I try on my prom dress, only to be met with another thing that didn't fit. A knife on my heart and a blade across my wrists, my eyes watching as red dripped down my arms into the puddles on the floor.

"What will she be good for?" "The only thing she is good at is eating"

Different iterations of the same insults, yet each one gave a hand to the noose around my neck and gave it a tug.

One

Two

Three attempts before it stuck. But I was still here. It's funny how much I didn't want to be here, yet I was.

It took me years, but I managed to leave the place of my nightmares and find somewhere new where the insults were inevitable, but I felt new, I felt different. Like, no matter what I looked like, I was doing good, I was helping.

There was a day when I was almost giving up, no longer wanting to fight against the current and work against the grain when I saw it.

LOOKING FOR POLICE TRAINEES. SPACES AT THE POLICE ACADEMY. ALL GENDERS AND SIZES WELCOME.

This time was different. I could feel it. The light that used to be in my eyes before I realised just how much I do not fit into the box I was put in. The light brought back to my eyes by one small and simple piece of advertisement. An advertisement that got it, reeled me in.

It was hard; I was one of the few people there who wasn't skinny. One of the few who wasn't the perfect, picturesque Barbie who could be moulded into the face of the police. But yet I pushed, ran faster, worked harder, pushed more, and I made it.

The graduating class of 1998

A piece of paper in my hands, a metal badge on my chest. My eyes were full of hope and determination, but the light didn't stay. Instead, it was chased away by the screams of the words that I thought were hidden away behind shelves and forgotten memories. Fighting for the front of my mind with the memories of the things I saw that night when things were meant to be different.

Even though I saw things I never thought I would. Things that were of horror movies, I found the monsters easier to face than the one I was sharing my mind with. The DSO bought even more. New whispers of new voices saying the same things I had heard for years, and even though I was close with the man everyone seemed to be scared of, I still found myself keeping the words to myself. Momentarily forgetting about them when we were sent away on missions to save the world from different monsters that always seemed to come from the place that we thought was dead.

A place full of adults, yet whispering between each other like teenagers with looks of questioning and confusion when they saw me in the unofficial uniform of an Under Armour black shirt that seemed to hug and jeans. Clothes that everyone seemed to wear, but only seemed to be a problem for me.

I was one of the first in, a normal thing. A built-in defence. Come in before everyone else, so I don't hear what they say about me, in voices that they think were whispers, but I heard them, every single one.

Everyone was a fan of him, the DSO's golden boy and their last resort, with his own past, but seemed to bring me under his arms with secret smiles and jokes. A long-time friendship between us. No one understood why he was friends with me. Why Leon Kennedy was friends with the fat one. The DSO's token fat girl.

The floor was quiet other than the sound of rapid typing as agents write out a summary of their recent missions. I was doing the same, watching as the words flowed from my fingers to the screen in front of me, drawing each sentence to the bottom of the page when I heard it.

"Who's that girl?"

"Who?"

"The fat one over there, the one that follows Leon around. it's sad really. Her following him around when we all know its because he feels sorry for her. I mean who would want someone especially when they looked like her."

I had long grown used to the noise of the whispers about me, even the ones that had come from my so-called friends, but these ones hit home, ripping open long-since healed scars. And so the tears fell, pushing through the bars and running free down my cheeks. I pushed past them, ignoring the hard chest I had crashed into and jamming the bathroom door shut. Thank god for single people bathrooms.

The sink was cold under my hands as I held onto it as if it were the only thing that was stopping me from falling apart. My hair fell down to the sides of my face as if to hide it from the world so no one else could see exactly how I cried, my eyes red and tears streaming down my face with the familiar feeling of heat, embarrassment and shame. Shame that I let myself feel this way, shame over the fact that Leon had seen me cry. It's been years of being only his friend and he has never seen me cry, barely even seen me annoyed unless it was at him at his dramatics during missions

I found myself with my back to the door, waiting till the sound of heels and shoes faded away to silence so I could sneak out and grab my bag before walking to the garage and driving home.

Home was normally something welcomed but now all I felt was cold. The words creeping through the cracks and gaps between the floors, windows and doors. My bed called my name, summoning me deeper into its cotton depths.

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"Y/n, it's Leon"

My eyes opened, I didn't even know I was asleep.

"Don't even think about ignoring me" he shouted, not enough to scare but enough so I would hear.

I sniffled before pulling open the door, my eyes rising to look in his. The tears long since dried but when I saw him looking at me they couldn't help but come back. Leon pulled me into him without a single word, his head resting on mine as he shut the door behind him.

"They don't know what they're talking about"

I found myself tilting my head as if I was baiting him to make me believe the words that was coming out of his mouth. Words that I knew were a lie.

"Don't do that"

"Do what?"

"not believing in me"

"I wasn-"

"You think you are fat and ugly and all those words those girls no children were saying about you but y/n it's not true. Not in the slightest. they don't see what I see"

With my arms around myself I stepped back, my eyebrows furrowed telling Leon everything I wanted to say without saying a single thing.

"And what it is you see Leon?"

"I see a woman I love more than anything else. I see a woman who I want nothing more than to make her smile"

"And how do I know what you are saying is the truth and not some attempt to in your words to make me smile, to make me think I am worthy of something"

"Then I will do everything in my power to convince you"

Then it happened. He kissed me. His chapped lips pressing against my own. He held me in his arms, pushing me gently against the wall as the kiss deepened to contain all the secret words we spent years hiding instead of showing each other just how much we cared.

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College surprise

Idea: You are Leon's unconventional younger girlfriend who is currently trying to get her masters in creative writing. Due to Leon's very much hectic and dangerous job you've had to keep your relationship extremely private because he doesn't want anyone to go after you. There is also times where you do not see Leon for months on end, this is the case. For you haven't seen him in four months and it's your graduation day.

Tropes: Older Leon x younger girlfriend

Warnings: mentions of a death of a parent

Leon version: I am picturing RE9 Leon but if you prefer a different one feel free to change it.

Key:

Y/n-Your name

Song: You're gonna go far, kid- The offspring

I never thought I would ever get into a relationship where I spent most of my time wishing my boyfriend was here but here I stand, looking in the mirror in my blue robes that reminded me of him. Reminded me of the exact shade of blue that was his eyes. I know it wasn't on purpose but to me it was a sign that Leon was here when he was really on the other side of the world making sure the world doesn't turn to shit again. His life was ruined the first time, he doesn't the same for me.

"You ready?" my dad asked, peaking around the door of my room. The second I had texted him about my graduation he got on the first flight and arrived last night. I know he was still jet legged from the flight but if you wasn't close to him you wouldn't have been able to tell. You wouldn't have been able to see the slight dullness of his normally green eyes. The very same eyes that I see when I look in the mirror.

"Yeah, just nervous" I said truthfully, looking at my father in the mirror.

"Kid" he starts walking to me and gently squeezing my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me. I know he was trying to help but truthfully there was only one thing I really wanted in this moment. "You're the smartest person I know, you're getting a masters. She would be so proud of you"

I smiled weakly, tears in my eyes as I thought of my mum who died giving birth to me. I know she was probably watching me with a smile on her face but the fact that she never got to see me take my first step, talk for the first time. Comfort me through my first breakup, see me graduate, get married, meet my children still bought me to tears even though I had long ago got used to the fact she was never coming back no matter how many times I told Leon. She would've liked you. The saddest thing you could ever go through is losing a parent you never got to know.

The car ride was silent as we listened to the radio. The song You're gonna go far, kid by The offspring playing through the speakers. The song being one of Leon's favourite. One I remember hunting for a vinyl edition of for Leon and I's first Christmas together. Something that I managed to find in a charity of all places the day before Christmas eve.

We arrived to the ceremony hall of the university and so my father and I split, Him going to the guest seating and me sitting with my class. The year of 2027. Sitting at the back with everyone else whose names unfortunately began with W. Forced to wait as everyone walked on stage and got their diplomas. Forced to sit with our nerves and anxiety.

One by one the students walked onto the stage and shook their hands with the dean and head of the course. Sending their favourite teachers one final smile before briefly looking at the crowd to see if their family was here for their big moment.

"Y/n Willowson"

My thoughts were broken by the echoance of my name. The mic amplifying it in this small room. I stood up, subconsciously rubbing my hands which had grown warm and slightly sticky but with one wipe they seemed to calm down. The sounds of my heels which Leon had bought me for this occasion rang through the hall like bells. My eyes stayed on the floor as I slowly walked up the temporary steps to the stage.

"Congratulations y/n" the dean smiled holding his out to mine to shake, holding out my diploma with the other.

A whistle sounded out through the room, silencing everything and everyone turned to see a man leaning against the door way of the hall, everyone's eyes on him but his eyes on me.

Everyone threw their hats in the air but I held onto man, pushing out of the way of everyone to get to the man in the doorway.

"Hey Princess" he subtly smiled, his dimples peaking out just slightly.

"Leon you made it"

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world"

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How would you guys feel about me writing a spicy scene between y/n and leon in my next one shot?

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Everyone is the same on the inside, yet we are also so different. Some are built with perfection in mind, while others were built with the pieces no one else wanted. Forced to fight against the current and try to love ourselves for being different, but truly wanting to be the same as everyone else.

A snippet for the one shot I am working on

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IM BACKKKKKK

So I disappeared by accident. Simply put, I am autistic and went in a spiral of burnout and a meltdown. I've also been focusing on my small business.

Also life sucks HOWEVER I am back and will slowly be posting more. I am currently eating a roast and thinking of my next oneshot.

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The Belle of the ball

Idea: Leon Kennedy is the heir to the Raien throne but as tradition of the kingdom states, he has to choose a woman to marry to get the throne and after years of putting it aside and refusing, Leon finally gives his mother permission to host a ball and invites the Princesses of far and wide kingdoms but none of them interest him, till he sees one in the corner just watching.

Tropes: Prince x princess

Warnings:

Key:

Y/n-Your name

Song: Luminary- Joel Sunny

The news of Prince Leon finally agreeing to hold a ball to find a bride, spun through the inner circles of nearby kingdoms faster than anyone could finish talking. The news even going further beyond the sea to an island just a few stones throw from the main land of Raien. But this land wasn't a kingdom like theirs, it was different and cold. The royalty kept their princess locked inside.

The kingdom of Slayon was a quiet kingdom who didn't delve into the wars or issues of the kingdoms beyond the sea, wanting to keep a solitary and peaceful life in the place that seemed to always snow yet was never cold to the point of needing fur or wool on your dresses. The snow looked soft like glitter and felt like fairy dust when it touched your nose. At the news of the ball the king and queen wanted the princess to stay behind so they could protect her but after begging they allowed her to go. She didn't want to go to meet the prince, she wanted to go for the sake of exploring. Of seeing land that wasn't her own.

The journey took just over a day, her dressing arriving before her. The king and Queen of Raien let her stay in the castle where they knew Leon wouldn't go. They didn't want her to have an advantage over the other women, the other princesses who were to come to the ball.

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The day of the ball came, the ballroom lined with ribbons of blue and white hung from corner to corner. The ornate and golden chandelier burning it's candles brightly as the royal cortette played their tunes. The servant by the stairs announcing the guests as they arrived.

"Now we have.." the servant read his eyes quickly going back the scroll to remind him of who it was that was coming down the stairs. "Princess y/n of Slayon"

The dress was a forest green with a small train that followed behind of lace that almost glistened with dew in the light of the candles that lit the room. Instead of two full sleeves there was two almost transparent green ribbon on the arms. One under the other and she wore matching gloves. Her hair was a mousy brown, curled and up in a half up half down style. Some pieces curled around the diadem she wore. The diadem embellished with the diamonds and gems of her kingdom.

The people in the ball room didn't care for the new comer, she wasn't well known amongst the other people in court. But one pair of eyes was on them, watching as they walked down the stairs holding the skirt of their dress so they would not fall.

"A hand my lady?"

"Why thank you" she replied, a smile on her face at being approached as soon as she was.

"I do not recognise you to be a lady of the court"

"That is because my kingdom is one of the sea, I am not part of any court except my own" she explained with a raised brow, she knew she was sheltered but even she knew of the other kingdoms and their families and customs yet this man didn't.

"So you are a odd blooded?" he asked

She tore her hand from his and backed away. Odd blooded, a very old term for a member of royalty that was from a distant unimportant land or someone of no power. A insult that if said in her own kingdom would have you sent for treason.

"I am no more odd blooded than any of you" she said, her voice calm with her chin aimed high. Y/n turned away from the man and walked away to find space where she could be alone and stem in her feelings till she was calm enough to speak again.

But no matter how long she spent in the corner of the room she found herself going back to the man's sentence. Her mind repeating it again and again, an ongoing reminder of just how much she didn't belong here so she did the only thing she could think of... Escape.

The air outside almost tasted sweet with the scent of the flowers that grew in vines around the column. The quartz cold but welcoming under her hands as she rested her hands on the railing. Y/n found herself humming a tune, one that reminded her of home.

"That's a tune I haven't heard before"

Y/n turned expecting to see the man from before but it wasn't, it was someone different yet she still bowed as was the rules. Even if you yourself was royalty.

"It is a song from my kingdom"

"And where is that?"

The woman smiled taking in great pleasure to talk about the place in which she called home. "Slayon, a place of snow that isn't cold but oh is it beautiful. It almost looks like a place of fairytales"

"Sounds like a place I would want to go"

"Well I'm sure a prince like yourself is far too busy to visit a kingdom off the mainland"

"So you recognised me?"

"I may not be part of the royal courts but I do know of the other royals, Prince Leon" I replied with a smile on my face.

"Then you know what happens at these balls then?"

I find myself turning away from Leon, my hands back on the quartz railing, looking out at the unlit garden.

"I am aware of the customs yes"

"Then would you do me the honour of doing the custom with me?"

I face him, tilting my head as I speak "Is this your way of asking me for a dance?"

"If it was?" he asked

"Then I'll say yes"

Leon's hand found it's way into mine. Leading me back inside the crowded ballroom, everyone turning mid conversation to see who it was that had captured the Prince's attention. Everyone moved out of our way as we danced, spinning around hand in hand as the music played on.

~~

For the days after the ball, even after the Princess had returned home Leon found his thoughts bought and taken by the only Princess he danced with that night. He knew his answer, who he would choose to marry. If they liked him enough to say yes and agree. He ignored the pleas of his parents to choose a more known Princess.

It was three days of rough sleep and a journey full of endless storms travelling to the kingdom of Slayon where the Princess was unexpectedly waiting for him.

"Prince Leon of Raien" a worker announced. Haruka stood up from her seat on the throne steps, facing the door which Leon walked through.

"Leon"

"I've chosen. I choose you"

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College surprise

Idea: You are Leon's unconventional younger girlfriend who is currently trying to get her masters in creative writing. Due to Leon's very much hectic and dangerous job you've had to keep your relationship extremely private because he doesn't want anyone to go after you. There is also times where you do not see Leon for months on end, this is the case. For you haven't seen him in four months and it's your graduation day.

Tropes: Older Leon x younger girlfriend

Warnings: mentions of a death of a parent

Leon version: I am picturing RE9 Leon but if you prefer a different one feel free to change it.

Key:

Y/n-Your name

Song: You're gonna go far, kid- The offspring

I never thought I would ever get into a relationship where I spent most of my time wishing my boyfriend was here but here I stand, looking in the mirror in my blue robes that reminded me of him. Reminded me of the exact shade of blue that was his eyes. I know it wasn't on purpose but to me it was a sign that Leon was here when he was really on the other side of the world making sure the world doesn't turn to shit again. His life was ruined the first time, he doesn't the same for me.

"You ready?" my dad asked, peaking around the door of my room. The second I had texted him about my graduation he got on the first flight and arrived last night. I know he was still jet legged from the flight but if you wasn't close to him you wouldn't have been able to tell. You wouldn't have been able to see the slight dullness of his normally green eyes. The very same eyes that I see when I look in the mirror.

"Yeah, just nervous" I said truthfully, looking at my father in the mirror.

"Kid" he starts walking to me and gently squeezing my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me. I know he was trying to help but truthfully there was only one thing I really wanted in this moment. "You're the smartest person I know, you're getting a masters. She would be so proud of you"

I smiled weakly, tears in my eyes as I thought of my mum who died giving birth to me. I know she was probably watching me with a smile on her face but the fact that she never got to see me take my first step, talk for the first time. Comfort me through my first breakup, see me graduate, get married, meet my children still bought me to tears even though I had long ago got used to the fact she was never coming back no matter how many times I told Leon. She would've liked you. The saddest thing you could ever go through is losing a parent you never got to know.

The car ride was silent as we listened to the radio. The song You're gonna go far, kid by The offspring playing through the speakers. The song being one of Leon's favourite. One I remember hunting for a vinyl edition of for Leon and I's first Christmas together. Something that I managed to find in a charity of all places the day before Christmas eve.

We arrived to the ceremony hall of the university and so my father and I split, Him going to the guest seating and me sitting with my class. The year of 2027. Sitting at the back with everyone else whose names unfortunately began with W. Forced to wait as everyone walked on stage and got their diplomas. Forced to sit with our nerves and anxiety.

One by one the students walked onto the stage and shook their hands with the dean and head of the course. Sending their favourite teachers one final smile before briefly looking at the crowd to see if their family was here for their big moment.

"Y/n Willowson"

My thoughts were broken by the echoance of my name. The mic amplifying it in this small room. I stood up, subconsciously rubbing my hands which had grown warm and slightly sticky but with one wipe they seemed to calm down. The sounds of my heels which Leon had bought me for this occasion rang through the hall like bells. My eyes stayed on the floor as I slowly walked up the temporary steps to the stage.

"Congratulations y/n" the dean smiled holding his out to mine to shake, holding out my diploma with the other.

A whistle sounded out through the room, silencing everything and everyone turned to see a man leaning against the door way of the hall, everyone's eyes on him but his eyes on me.

Everyone threw their hats in the air but I held onto man, pushing out of the way of everyone to get to the man in the doorway.

"Hey Princess" he subtly smiled, his dimples peaking out just slightly.

"Leon you made it"

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world"

[comabite]

training days

— C0MMS OPEN!

[saturncollides]

can i please request leon re9 x reader about they do a gender reveal and find out its a girl?

hope you like it <3 sorry for making u wait

Leon never expected to live past 30. The nature of his job didn’t allow for a peaceful retirement, people in his line of work didn’t retire, they ended up in a body bag.

So, to everyone’s surprise (including his own) he managed to survive long enough to get married and become a father, almost. You were only 22 weeks pregnant.

Your belly was already swollen, and he thought you looked absolutely breathtaking. He felt lucky just to be alive to witness this. The life he never thought he’d have for himself.

He was a weak man, not physically, but in heart, especially when it came to you: His beautiful, pregnant wife. The word ‘no’ simply didn’t exist for him anymore, not when it was you asking. So when you gently asked if he’d be open to a gender reveal, he found himself unable (unwilling) to deny you anything.

You knew your man wasn’t one to show his emotions openly, so you chose something more intimate instead. You asked your best friend to help, forwarding her the email you’d received (careful not to look at the results yourself) so she could arrange something small at home. Just the two of you.

When you and Leon stepped through the door, a soft stillness greeted you. You made your way into the kitchen, only to find a large picnic basket resting on the counter, surrounded by delicate white flowers scattered softly throughout the room.

Both of your hearts fluttered, unsteady and full. The answer to every late night conversation, hidden between quiet whispers and hopeful smiles.

You glanced at him, searching his face, only to notice he was already looking at you with a content smile. 

“Anything to say before we open it?”

“Before we open it” he murmured softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, “I just want you to know, whatever’s inside. I already have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Your eyes filled with tears, your vision blurring as your heart swelled with a love so deep it almost ached. 

Together, your hands moved, lifting the lid at the same time, as if neither of you could bear to do it alone.

Soft hues of pink met your eyes.

A breath of laughter slipped past your lips, warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re going to be such a hot girl dad,” you teased gently.

Leon let out a soft laugh, the sound lighter than you’d ever heard it. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression tender.

“She’s going to be as beautiful as her mother,” he said, before pressing a soft kiss to your temple, lingering there, like he never wanted to move away.

Extra bc in my mind they're a family >:(

[leondobefinesh1t]

Party central

Idea: You have been friends with Leon for years and you go to the same college, both turning up to the same college party but mixing alcohol, spin the bottle and secret feelings do not mix.

Tropes: College Au, Friends

Warnings: Drinking, fighting, violence

Key:

Y/n-Your name

Note: When writing I describe Y/n to look like me as it's the easiest way for me to write them. If you do not look like me feel free to change it in your head.

Song: Spoon Man- Sound garden

From the outside the house looked like your usual generic brick building that housed either a frat or small group of friends. On the inside it was like a tin of sardines, people everywhere either drinking or dancing. Their bodies sweating from the moisture of the amount of people that were crowded into the one small room. The Kitchen wasn't much better, the only reason why there was a little bit of room was because there was people sitting on the counter tops making out with their respective partners for the night. Whom half of them will never talk to again. Every party is pretty much the same.

My eyes bounced from person to person looking for anyone I knew. I knew Leon was somewhere here but finding him? that was a mission in itself. No surprise it was actually Claire who found me first. Her bright hair and matching jacket announcing her arrival before she even spoke a single word.

"Y/n you arrived"

I weakly smiled, not even wanting to be here. It wasn't particularly my scene. I would've rather been in bed watching a movie or some random shit I found on the internet that had caught my attention for the night.

"Everyone is upstairs" she said, grabbing my hands and practically dragging me up the stairs and then another before leading me to the end of the hallway and up another flight of stairs to the attic, where the music could no longer blast through the walls. The music in here, a much more calm and even tempo. Some soft alt band which I hadn't heard of before.

Everyone was sat in a circle with a empty bottle in the middle and of course the only spot was in-between my ex Jake and Leon. Whom hated each other respectively. Leon hating Jake for how he treated me while we were dating and Jake hating Leon simply because he was an asshole. Jake not Leon mind.

"You playing?" Chris asked, always being the one to stir the pot

"Y/n doesn't play these sort of games" Jake said

I rolled my eyes and sat down, closer to Leon than Jake. Leon briefly smiled before turning to the bottle. I paid no attention to the game, the only thing I could think about was the warmth of Leon's thigh against my own. I could feel heat rising though my body, my heart beating loudly in my chest. I was surprised no one could hear it.

The game went on for a while before I could hear the glass bottle skid against the floor as it slowed to point at me.

"Truth or dare?" A girl who I didn't know asked me. I guessed it was her turn.

"uhh" I said not really thinking about it "Dare I guess"

The girl looked around, her eyes scanning Leon and then Jake's before opening her mouth. "I dare you to sit on Leon's lap"

"Not a ch-"

"It's fine" Leon interrupted, pulling me into his lap. I tilt my head turning to Leon silently asking him if it's really okay. He nods, his hands going up and down my waist in a comforting way before resting on my thighs, his thumbs moving back and forth.

I spun the bottle and watched as it moved in a circle before stopping on Jake.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth"

Before I even had the chance to ask a question, Leon cut in.

"Is it true you cheated on Y/n?"

After hearing those words the room went silent, as if the music that had been playing in the background had stopped as well, dropping the room in a uncomfortable silence.

"No"

CRACK

I didn't even feel Leon lift me off his lap before he raised his fist and punched Jake. A large crack echoing through the room as Leon's fist collided with Jake's nose. Blood going down his face.

"I don't like liars"

[vanillacocacolla]