Time To End This Damned Nightmare!

Heyo!! This is my resi sideblog, I follow from Hellishgoat! Really just a shameless leon blog tho ‘._. ♥️❤️♥️

[torasunex]

I want to kiss him 100 (one hundred) times

Current WIP!

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Put me down you neanderthal, I mean it!”

Although Leon tried his very best to sound annoyed, laughter was way too evident in his voice to really give him any realistic chance. Weakly he aimed a punch to the back of Chris’ thigh, but that only earned him a slap on his ass, before Chris adjusted his grip on him. Leon could feel all blood rush to his head from how he was hanging head down, thrown over Chris’ shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but he supposed that it wasn’t so bad. Or bad at all. If anything, it was always a turn-on how easily Chris could handle him.

“C’mon you were being slow on purpose,” Chris replied merrily, patting the other man’s bottom lightly as if to apologize for the earlier slap, even though they both knew that Leon hadn’t minded in the slightest.

– Or the three times Chris carried Leon and one time Leon carried Chris.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Carefully Leon pushed aside a few large ferns, and suddenly he was staring into a pair of wide brown eyes. It was a little girl, maybe a year old, wearing a badly burnt dress, her eyes rimmed red from all the crying. As soon as she saw Leon she made an excited sound, though, reaching her short little arms towards him. Dumbfounded, Leon picked her up, bracing her in the crook of his left arm. She was warm, even though she must’ve been freezing in the rags she was wearing in this cold.

“Where did you come from, sweetie?” he asked, but all he got as an answer was another wide-eyed look as she stared at him. Then, her eyes flashed red.

- Or the one wherein Leon finds a baby, and somehow he and Piers end up keeping her.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Contrary to the popular belief, Chris and Leon had not actually been sleeping together for the past decade, but it became even harder to debunk the rumors when they suddenly invested in a property together. While Leon learned to walk again on his shattered leg, Chris threw himself into a mechanics course and into renovations, to get the garage up and running. To stay busy, Leon looked into the financial aspect of it all, making sure that there was absolutely nothing they hadn’t considered.

Of course the fact that they both moved into the quaint two storey family home on their property did nothing but add water into the rumor mill. When Piers moved in with the two of them a few months later, well, then the rumors started getting wild because no one really knew what was up.

Meanwhile, Chris, Leon and Piers try to make sense of over a decade worth of yearning. Somehow, they make it work.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Krauser huffed, something that probably would’ve sounded merely annoyed to anyone else but Leon could read the amused undertone in it. Besides Krauser did move, then, straightening to his full height and allowing Leon to stand up properly too. He didn’t move any further though, but put both of his hands on the table on each side of Leon’s hips, leaning in until their faces were only an inch apart. “When will you stop being a mouthy bastard?” he asked, a barely-there upwards tick to his mouth.

Nonchalantly Leon shrugged. “When will you stop getting off on that?” he answered, his answering grin a notch wider.

- Or snapshots of their relationship.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“So let me get this straight,” Leon said, staring at Claire from big eyes, “when Chris asked me if I’m free today he wasn’t actually asking me out. But he was asking me to go on a date with you?”

“Afraid so,” Claire sighed, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy as Leon’s face fell in obvious disappointment.

– Or the one where Chris tries to set Claire and Leon up, but in the end gets set up himself.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chris saw his old guitar there, leaning back against the wall and tucked away between the boxes. It was the first adult sized guitar he’d ever gotten, one that he’d left behind when he’d moved away from home, and there was a pang of longing that struck straight through him at the thought.

Carefully Chris grabbed the guitar, plucking at the strings. – Or the one wherein Chris plays for Leon.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Would you stop stealing the goddamn tomatoes!” Leon groaned, slapping Piers’ hand away from the bowl of halved cherry tomatoes that he’d painstakingly cut up. “Or at least have the decency to steal the ones I haven’t cut yet, asshole.” Sure he was maybe exaggerating the effort that had gone into that, but it was the principle of things. Besides they would run out of tomatoes at this rate, as Piers had snacked on almost half of them already and their supply wasn’t infinite.

“They’re too far away,” Piers retorted, obviously not ashamed in the slightest. Instead he was even swinging his feet a little bit, where he sat on the counter next to the chopping board. He reached out again, quick enough to grab half a tomato but not quick enough to escape with it, as Leon grabbed his wrist lightning quick. That only made Piers laugh, and he easily grabbed the tomato with his other hand and popped it in his mouth. “And these are good.”

Leon groaned again. He couldn’t even begin to hide his grin, though, even though he was obviously intending on sharing his entire life with a goddamn tomato thief.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Leon had barely settled down on the couch with the folder when Chris padded back into the living room. He was only in his underwear and a soft green shirt, hair mussed, and if Leon got stuck staring for a second then, well, no one minded. Somehow he managed to pull himself back to reality, though. “Chris? Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Chris frowned, sounding miserable. “I’m not used to… The bed is really big? And we’re usually… You know?”

Leon couldn’t hold back the grin as he tilted his head. “You saying you want me to come snuggle you to sleep?”

– Or the one wherein Leon gets tricked into healthy sleeping habits.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The door had barely fallen shut behind Chris when Leon was in his personal space, grabbing him by the lapels of the trench coat he was wearing so he could pull him in close for a kiss. Once upon a time a month apart would’ve made them practically devour each other at their reunion, but the decades had mellowed them out, had shifted the fiery passion into something deeper, something more patient.

“Mmm,” Leon made a content sound in the back of his throat, eyes still closed, as he finally pulled back. “Welcome home.”

- Or the one wherein Chris comes home from a mission and gets a nice welcome.

[cloudkennedy]

Resident Evil 4 + ammo ▸ [9/∞]

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Before Jill even knew what was happening she was spun around, her back pressed against Chris’ chest, with his arms around her waist. “This is more what I was thinking about,” he went on in a hoarse whisper, right into her ear, teasing the shell of her ear with his tongue. He shifted his stance so that her ass nestled against his groin, letting her feel the bulge in his slacks. “You look gorgeous,” he went on, voice reverent.

That was already enough to draw a shiver from Jill, and she let her eyes slip shut as she tilted her head back against his shoulder. “Ditto,” she responded, still content with how fitting the suit was on him. She’d make him wear it any occasion she got. “I told you th—” Her words died in a squeak that she’d deny making to her dying day. Chris was still holding one arm around her waist, but he’d dipped his other hand lower, slipping it underneath her skirt.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It was the opening of the door that caught Piers’ attention first, and when he turned his head he couldn’t help but smile as he noticed Leon standing there. “Hi,” he said, and already in that one single word one could hear how utterly relieved he was to have the other man there with him.

Leon tilted his head and offered a faint grin, although there was no way to mask how it was strained, a little forced. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he tried to joke, already approaching the bed so he could carefully sit down on the edge of it. Gently he took Piers’ hand in his own, running his thumb over his knuckles.

That startled a huff of laughter from Piers, and he shook his head slowly. “At least this time it’s not you lying here,” he offered, knowing already before he said it that it would make Leon glare at him disapprovingly.

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Where did you disappear to?” Leon asked, startling Krauser from his musings. As he looked up Leon was grinning at him, as if he knew, or at least suspected what was going on inside Krauser’s head. It always felt like he could see straight into Krauser’s fucking soul, and that scared Krauser on a level nothing else did. Never before in his life had he ever felt so exposed.

So Krauser did the only logical thing and pulled his defenses back up, flashing a crooked grin. “None of your business,” he replied haughtily. He let his fingers trail from Leon’s arm to his chest, until his palm was resting in the middle of it, and used that to push Leon onto his back.

- Or the one wherein Krauser does not do feelings. Instead he flees.

[residentevilnet]

Ada Wong | Resident Evil 6 (2012)

[fonulyn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Leon loved this. Krauser’s fingers were so nice and thick, felt good enough to already make him squirm a little, just like Chris’ fingers, they were both so good with them. Somehow that train of thought didn’t manifest into coherent words but instead all that Leon got out was a breathy little “Chris.”

At first he didn’t even realize what he’d said. Then the fingers in him stilled and his eyes snapped open with the realization. “Krauser, I didn’t—” he tried hastily, but didn’t get any further than that before Krauser already pulled his hand back.

- Or the one wherein Krauser has to remind Leon who he belongs with.

[icelynsaur]