syn. Hiromi Higuruma realizes only years after the breakup and becoming a lawyer that heâs still missing one thing in life: you.
authorâs note. slight angst w good ending. sfw. proofread. made for my wife @suganoms / lainey, please support them and their works :)
"Thank you, come back again soon!"
The door closed with a ding! as a tired Hiromi Higuruma dragged his feet along the wet pavement.Â
Another long day at the office had brought him another long night. Cases piled up faster than fruit flies on rotten fruit. Exhaustion was just another piece of clothing he wore on the daily aside from the suit and tie and black suede shoes.Â
Brief case in one hand, takeout in the other. The bright lights of the city glimmered more under the layer of rain that the sky brought down in a gentle downpour.Â
Hiromi heaves a long sigh as he took a look at his watch. 21:13. A couple more minutes until the last bus of the night arrives at his usual stop.Â
He drags his feet along the floor, staring at his shoes as it picks up rainwater. When did these pointless nights begin? All he does is sit and exist back at his place. The last spontaneous moment he had was back during his undergrad years. When he had someone by his side to enjoy the silence with.
However after many missed dates and growing distance in the relationship, he called it quits after his first year of law school. Instead of fostering relationships, he grew connections. Studied until his brain felt like it was going to rot. Made legal jargon his second language.Â
Worst mistake of his life.
He looked up just as he recognized the colorful signs in his peripheral. Up ahead, just a couple meters away, was the bench. The bus sign. But a small, hooded figure also stood there. Great, what an awkwardâ
The hooded head turned a little and he stopped dead in his tracks, dropping his briefcase at his side. Wearing wired earbuds that lead straight to a pocket and a reusable red bag in one hand, was you. The person who made silence comfortable.
"Shitshitshitâ" He whispered panickedly as he scrambled to pick up his briefcase. He looked up as his breath quickened, noting how you were distracted reading a sign. It's been years since he's seen you. Sure he checked your socials almost all the time but he's finally seeing you.
'No. I need to get out.' He turned on his heel, his grip on the plastic bag and briefcase turned his knuckles white. 'I can still leave while she still hasn't seen meâ'
"Hiromi?"Â
He froze and felt his breath hitch. He spun around and felt raindrops run down his face. After years apart, he finally saw your beautiful face, etched with surprise at seeing him. You were loosely holding an earbud in one hand, the red bag sitting on the floor beside you.
"Are you taking the bus?" You called out.
"Iâ" He looked down at his hands and then up at you again.Â
"Your food is going to be cold and wet if you don't take the bus," you waved him over and he walked back towards you. He felt the need to just pace around, run past you and forget this ever happened. But he felt his urge to be nearer to you much harder to fight.Â
Just as he reached you, the bus pulled up in front of you both.Â
"After you," you gestured towards the doors as they opened, and he gave a curt nod and made his way up and sat in the first row. You followed behind him and sat right next to him.
The doors closed and the bus jerked forward into gears.
Despite the rush of blood roaring in his ears, his heart pounding hard against his rib cage, and the slight tremors in his fingers as he hugged his bags, he manages to clear his throat and speak.
"What's in your bag?"
"A knitted blanket," you shrugged as you replied casually. "It's handmade after so many years of working on it. I'm just trying to find its owner."
A grin crept on his face and he looked at you. "Strange of you to be looking for its owner,"Â
You gave a small smile and nodded towards his take out bag. "Is that still your usual order?"
"Yeah," he carefully pulls out a small sushi container and gestures towards you. "You can have some if you want,"
You take it from him and open it, helping him eat some pieces too.
There it was. The comfortable silence.
The bus slowed to a stop and opened its creaky doors to the cold air. An elderly lady stepped off, and you just leaned in slightly to Hiromi's touch, letting your arm brush more against his. Just as the bus took off, you looked ahead and began conversing with him.
"Was it worth it?"
"What was?" He asked as he tucked the empty box away in the bag again.
"The breakup," you clarified, shifting and clearing your throat a bit. He froze and stared straight down as you continued. "I remember all your big ambitions as you started law school and well⌠did you get to do everything you wanted?"
When he didn't answer automatically you looked at him and he held his head down, staring at his shoes. His brow furrowed in what made it seem like regret more than deep thought.
"Hiromi?" you asked softly.
"Almost everything," he replied.Â
The bus creaked to a halt at a stop and you gathered the red bag in your hands as you hummed.Â
"I hope you get everything soon then," you rose and Hiromi watched you, something close to hope lingered in his eyes.
"Thanks," he gave a small smile. "Nice seeing you again,"
'Please stay.'
You gave a small wave and smiled. "You too. My number hasn't changed, so reach out for anything okay?"
"I will,"Â
'Follow her. Now.'
He stared at you as you still stood there, mouth not moving, but he looked into your eyes and read the words it couldn't speak. He looked at your knuckles, white as it gripped the handles.Â
'Why are you nervous?'
"Okay bye," you spun on your heel and quickly made your way off. He stared at the doors as you vanished into the neighborhood. He kept his eyes on your figure as you stood there, rigid and unmoving in the rain.
The bus roared to life and creaked its doors shut.Â
'Stay on the bus, Hiromi, stay on,'Â
He shakily exhaled. To his left was your seat, empty and cold, and in its wake left an unpleasant and bitter silence. He stared straight ahead as the bus approached a stop, and his mind reached a conclusion.
Hiromi Higurama had almost everything. But if he gets off now, he'll have it all.
"Goddamn it," he cursed under his breath and stood up to pull the string overhead. The bus screamed as it stopped. He ran past the creaky doors and stepped into the misty air, calling your name.Â
Turns out that you were still there, and when you turned to face him, your eyes were glossed and shiny with tears. He rushed towards you and stood in front of you.
"I lied," he breathed.
"What?" You smiled despite the sadness that weighed down on your heart. "About what?"
"Having everything," he rubbed his face with both hands and then put his hands on your shoulders, and he gently squeezed them to anchor both himself and his thoughts.Â
"I don't have your balls of yarn hidden in the corners of my couch. I don't have any text messages from you. I don't have a snore to wake me up at inconvenient hours at night. I don't have everything because you have it."
Your eyes widened and you both stared at each other. A comfortable, stunning silence.
"You are my everything," Hiromi breathed and he cupped your face in his hands gently, letting his thumbs caress your cheeks. "And nothing felt complete anymore without you there to see it,"
You gave a wide smile and laughed, dropped your red bag onto the floor and cupped his face too.
"And you had to do this in the rain?"
He mirrored your teary eyes happiness with a teary smile of his own.
"I didn't trust myself to let you go again,"
You reached down, and pulled a knitted brown blanket out from the bag and pulled you and him under it as the mist began a gentle down pour.Â
"Then we can talk more at my place, I don't live too far from here," you said as you tugged your side of the blanket down to cover you more. Hiromi put an arm around your waist and tugged his corner on the left to shield himself from the rain.
"I don't want you to deliver this blanket to its owner all soaked though," he huffed as you both quickly made your way down the wet sidewalk.
"It's the one I tried to make you in undergrad, so don't worry, its owner has been found."
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plot: reader is feeling depressed so she texts leon asking him to come over
It's gotten bad again. You sent your boyfriend a text: "Baby, can you come over?" He responded immediately, as if he was waiting for you to text. "On my way."
15 minutes later, the doorbell rang. He lived close but not too close. Gosh, did he overspeed? You opened the door, hair messy, eyebags, overworn pajamas. He stood there, slightly out of breath, eyes soft and searching your face.
He gently pulled you into a hug. "My angelâŚ" he kissed your cheek while rubbing your head. You couldn't help but tear up. He hugged you tighter. "Shh. I'm here. It's okay." He always comforts you because he can't stand seeing you like this.
You went into your bed with him. He pulled you closer, wrapping himself around you like the safest place in the world, peppering your shoulders with kisses. Your head rested on his chest, breathing in his cologne. "We'll stay like this for a while, then I'll wash your hair, make you dinner, and we're gonna watch whatever you want. Okay?" He kissed your head softly, his lips lingering just a moment longer.
"Okay." You said quietly. Your tears slowed down at his words. Then you tilted your head up to look at him. "I love you." That's all you said. And that was all he needed.
"I love you more, angel." He gave a small, lingering, soft kiss on your lips while tucking your messy hair behind your ear. "I'll always be there for you. You're my everything. Never forget that.â He pulled back, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb, then your lips, sensing you.
You nodded at him, then tucked your head back into his chest, breathing him in, feeling the steady warmth of him. It was safe. "There you go." He rubbed your back softly.
Genre : fluff, yearner leon, soft leon, blood, Idk, romance, HEA, long chapter, angst? Hehe
Summary : This was supposed to be an easy assignment. Just another mission with you; his one sided crush: it was supposed to go like -- kill zombies, gather information, go back to hq and all done. At least, that's what Leon thought was supposed to happen.
But when unexpectedly Leon gets hurt and the moment he lay there, fatally injured, feeling his strength slipping away; none of it mattered anymore.
Because in those final moments, all he could think about was you. And the love he had carried in silence for years.
WC - 6.5k
Note : English ISNT my native language; so expect grammatical errors, spelling mistake; or sentence issues, this is my second request! And I really had fun writing it, thank you anon for your request!
Doing this oneshot, based on this request, thank you for giving me such a wonderful idea, anon. Expect mistakes and badly written stuff đĽ˛
Leon checked his phone for what felt like the millionth time, only to find it was still 3:47 a.m. He groaned loudly and threw his phone beside him, and felt already exhausted despite not having done anything.Â
Because he was supposed to be asleep by now and wake up around 6 am, for the mission, leave his apartment by 7 a.m. and reach the assigned location by 8 a.m. sharp.
Yet as he lay in bed with his back pressed against the mattress and his phone abandoned beside his pillow, all he could do was watch the minutes crawl by at an agonizing pace.Â
Damn it.
Because for Leon, this wasn't just another mission. It was more than that. It was a mission with you as his partner, his one-sided love. And God, right now he felt like some fourteen-year-old kid waiting for the next day so he could go on a picnic date with his crush.
Except it wasn't a date.
Hell, it wasn't even close to one.
It was just a routine mission that happened to be assigned to both of you.
Which rarely happened, much to Leon's disappointment, and he never had the guts to ask why.Â
Instead, he pretended it didn't bother him. Pretended he didn't look forward to every mission with you a little too much.
Pretended he wasn't secretly checking assignment lists in hopes of seeing your name beside his. But every time it happened, every time the two of you were paired together, Leon found himself looking forward to the mission far more than he should have.Â
And the fact that a twenty-seven-year-old man was acting like this.. was honestly embarrassing, but what else was he supposed to do?
But for six long years, Leon had been acting like this pathetic idiot whenever it came to you.
With a long, tired sigh, he finally sat up in one fluid motion, the bedsheets shifting with him as he settled at the edge of the bed. Resting his elbows on his knees, and slowly he buried his face in his hands for a moment before rubbing them down his features.Â
But then a thought tugged at him. Maybe he could at least make himself a coffee or two and get ready early. It wasn't like he was getting any more sleep anyway.Â
So, without wasting another second, he pushed himself out of bed and wandered around his apartment, trying to keep himself occupied. Yet no matter what he did, the same thought crept into his mind again and again.
It wasn't his fault.
Not really.
.
.
.
Because six years ago, you had walked into the DSO office, and the moment you did, Leon's met your gaze and his breath had caught in his throat.Â
Sure, you were gorgeous, that was one of the things about you; but as time passed, he realized you were so much more than that.Â
You were kind, generous, caring, your clumsiness was adorable, you were always willing to help someone, always willing to go out of your way for others.Â
God, Leon could barely get a sentence out around you for nearly two years, and it was only after you kept talking to him anyway that he finally managed to relax enough to hold an actual conversation.Â
Then it turned from simple admiration into something far more dangerous. At first, it was simple things like how hardworking you were, how ambitious you were, how you were always the first person willing to help during a mission.Â
Then it became the smaller things. The way you tilted your head when you were thinking. The way your nose scrunched whenever something annoyed you. The way your eyes closed completely when you laughed from the heart.Â
The way your smile showed every single one of your teeth without a trace of self-consciousness. The way you clicked your pen repeatedly whenever you were nervous. The ridiculous amount of whipped cream you insisted on putting in your coffee. The way you gave your full attention to whoever you were speaking to using your hands and body.Â
Honestly, the list was endless, and if he started talking about everything about you every little thing you did, it would take months to complete it, and even then it still wouldnât feel enough. He wasnât even exaggerating at this point; there was simply too much about you to ever fully put into words.
Hell, if he had to tell the deepest darkest secret truth he held in his heart..?
That most of the times even watching you talk to Carlos sometimes made something painful tighten inside Leon's chest.
And that was how bad it had gotten.
Yet he still kept his distance. Because something inside him wasn't ready not for this, not for whatever feelings you brought out of him. Or maybe it was just cowardice, Leon didn't know anymore but maybe just pretended not to.Â
So for six long years he did the same thing: noticed you, admired you, stayed polite, and never crossed a single boundary.Â
Even if, sometimes, having that boundary crossed was all he had ever wanted.Â
And overtime he told himself it was enough to see you smile at him. Enough to stand beside you. Because there were things in his life, things he had seen that made him reluctant to drag you into whatever mud he was buried in.Â
The truth was that he couldn't do that to you.Â
And yet, if it were for you, or even without you asking a single thing of him, Leon knew he would walk through hell itself without hesitation.
Those thoughts followed him as he took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. Since he was already awake, he figured he might as well make use of the extra time. Eventually, as he wanted before, he made himself a coffee and settled into what had quietly become a ritual over the years.Â
Sitting on the edge of his bed with a warm mug cradled in one hand, Leon unlocked his phone and opened the folder he never let himself think too hard about. It was filled with photographs of you collected over the years, some taken during team celebrations, some during missions, some where you stood beside him smiling, and others where you had no idea the camera had ever been pointed your way.Â
It probably would've looked creepy to anyone else. Maybe it was.Â
But Leon couldn't bring himself to care, because somehow, that was how six years had passed for Leon: stealing little moments, collecting small memories, and convincing himself they were enough, hearing your voice over comms was enough.
And maybe it should have been.
But they were not, not really.
Still some nights, when the apartment was too quiet and the loneliness settled too heavily in his chest, Leon found himself wishing for things he had no right to want.
Things as simple as seeing your name on his phone. Hearing you laugh from the next room. Him cooking for you. You waking beside him, knowing he could reach for you and not have to pretend it meant nothing.Â
Leon sighed at that thought.
He knew he had been in a lot of bad situations throughout his life. He'd stared death in the face more times than he cared to count. But somehow, being in love with you without knowing what to do about it was its own kind of disaster. Maybe it was the worst situation he had ever found himself in.
And yet, not a single bone in his body regretted it.
Just then, as he was wrestling with his thoughts, his eyes landed on the clock.
6:00 a.m. Sharp.
Leon nearly laughed in relief, now there were only two more hours left until he got to see you, hear your voice, and spend an entire mission by your side. The realization sent something dangerously close to solace flooding through his chest.
Without further ado, he started to get ready by wearing a fresh set of clothes, his jacket, with a satisfied sigh Leon glanced in the mirror, and sprinkled a few sprays of cologne on his neck and wrists, and just like that another hour slipped by.Â
Before leaving, Leon gave himself a mental pep talk, reminding himself that this was just a mission. A routine operation. Nothing special. He would spend a few hours with you, complete the objective, and then go home.
At least, that's what he told himself.
But what Leon didn't know was that he was completely wrong.
Eventually, he left his apartment, locking the door behind him before heading toward his car. The drive afterward was far too quiet, but Leon found that he didn't mind.Â
Reaching over absentmindedly, he turned on the radio and ended up playing one of your favorite songs without even realizing it. It filled the car softly as he drove, and the entire way there his thoughts drifted back to you; your laugh, your smile, the sound of your voice over comms, and the way you somehow managed to make even the worst days feel a little lighter.
By the time he arrived at the ruined facility, you were already there waiting for him. Standing near the entrance with the morning sunlight catching the edges of your silhouette, you looked almost unreal. That's what leon thought as he embrace your entire being through his gaze.
You were dressed entirely in black, tactical gear resting on your waist, your comms resting comfortably against your ears, you carried yourself with that familiar confidence he had admired for years.Â
But what truly got him was the smile on your face the one accompanied by that small crinkle of your nose that appeared whenever you were genuinely happy.
Leon felt his heart do that stupid thing it had been doing for the past six years. The same thing it always did whenever he saw you.
Leon quickly shook his head, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks at the direction of his thoughts. Unable to stop the smile tugging at his lips, he returned yours with one of his own before parking the car and making his way toward you.Â
As he approached, you immediately greeted him with a cheerful voice, "Hey!" Your eyes crinkled at the sight of him, your smile widening ever so slightly, and Leon felt something warm settle in his chest at the simple gesture.Â
Leon couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips. "Hey, partner."
God. Every single time he called you that, he felt like an absolute idiot. You had no idea how much he liked saying it. No idea how many things he wanted to call you something else instead. So he settled for, partner, the safest option available, even if his heart was busy saying things he would never dare speak out loud.
"Ready?" you asked finally, not looking at him as you adjusted your gear, your attention focused on checking the straps and equipment secured across your vest.Â
"As I'll ever be."
A grin spread across your face as you faced him again. "Good. I'll take the west wing. You take the east."
Leon raised an eyebrow at you, "Bossy."
You rolled your eyes immediately, "Efficient, Kennedy."
"That's not what I heard."
A laugh escaped you, and Leon swore he saw the faintest hint of pink appear on your cheeks before it vanished again, or maybe he imagined it because it wouldn't be the first time.
"Didn't say you don't like it." The words slipped out before Leon could stop them. His eyes widened slightly the moment he realized what he'd just said.Â
Thankfully, you were already looking down at the mission tablet, seemingly focused on the mission briefing rather than the embarrassing comment he'd accidentally let escape.
Leon nearly groaned.
Smooth. Real smooth, Kennedy.
"Since this is just a routine sweep," you continued, finally glancing up at Leon, "we'll keep each other updated through comms. If either of us finds anything suspicious, we regroup immediately."
Leon nodded, his attention fixed on you far more than the actual briefing. Instead, he found himself noticing the way you spoke, the way your hands moved as you explained the plan, and the tiny crease that appeared between your brows whenever you were focused on something.Â
It was ridiculous, really. At this point, Leon was completely hopeless.
"Leon?" The snap of your fingers in front of his face immediately pulled him out of his thoughts.
His attention snapped back to you. "Hm?"
"Were you listening?" you asked.
"Of course," Leon replied with a confident nod.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. "Then what did I just say?"
"...Something about the mission."
Your groan and it rang out loudly across the parking lot while Leon merely grinned shamelessly, looking entirely too pleased with himself.Â
Shaking your head, you pointed toward the entrance. "East wing," you reminded him.
"Yes, ma'am." Leon offered a dramatic salute, though the grin never left his face.
You rolled your eyes so hard he was surprised they didn't get stuck, then you turned away from him. Before disappearing, however, you flipped him off over your shoulder and stuck your tongue out at him.
Leon's smile widened immediately.
God, he was gone.
And then, just like that, you disappeared into the west side of the ruined facility while Leon headed toward the east, still smiling like an idiot long after you were out of sight.
Focus on the mission, Kennedy he told himself because that had been his strategy for six years.
As Leon moved deeper into the abandoned facility, his footsteps echoed faintly through the ruined hallways. He swept each room carefully, checking for any signs of lifeâor death as he kept his weapon raised and his senses alert.
Then his comms crackled and immediately, warmth spread through his chest. âLeon, I've got eyes on the west corridor. No movements yet.â
Your voice flowed through the earpiece, calm and fierce.
And just like that, Leon could picture you perfectly. Focused and professional. It was one of the things he admired most about you. You could be relaxed and funny one moment, but the second a mission demanded it, you became completely locked in.
Leon adjusted his grip on his weapon as he moved through the crumbling corridor, keeping his steps steady and low. âCopy that,â he murmured. âStay on overwatch.â
A brief silence followed before your voice came through again. âBe careful, Leon. Something feels off about this place.â
Your tone was softer this time, carrying a hint of concern that made Leon's chest tighten immediately. It always happened whenever you said anything that sounded even remotely worried about him.
âAlways am,â he replied casually, even though the warmth spreading through his chest made it difficult to sound nearly as unaffected as he wanted.
"Still," you said, your voice crackling softly through the comms, "keep me updated."
Leon hummed in response and continued deeper into the facility.
Then everything went wrong as it always does.Â
Just as Leon pushed open a broken door, his attention slipped for the briefest moment. It was all the opportunity the infected needed. The creature lunged from the side of the doorway, far faster than expected, and raked its claws across his torso.Â
Excruciating pain exploded through his side as the claws tore into his flesh, slamming him violently into the wall. A sharp hiss escaped him as the impact knocked the air from his lungs. Blood immediately began soaking through his jacket, spreading rapidly across the torn fabric as a burning agony radiated through his entire body.
Your voice cracked through the comms, urgent and demanding. "Leon! Are you okay?! I heard some noises. Answer me."Â
Despite the pain Leon was enduring, the panic in your voice almost made him smile. "I'm fine," he gritted out, shoving the infected away before putting a bullet through its skull.Â
But Leon knew he wasn't fine; infected tore through some vital organ of his he was sure of it.
The infected's body collapsed instantly; in front of him, and Leon tried to steady his breathing. But it didn't felt steady; it kept getting heavier by each passing second.
"Leon, talk to me," you demanded.
He opened his mouth to answer, but a wave of dizziness crashed into him instead, stealing the words before they could leave his lips. His gaze dropped to his side, and his stomach sank immediately.
The blood was spreading across his jacket far faster than he liked, staining the fabric dark red with alarming speed.
That was...
Bad.Â
By the time he stumbled deeper into the room, his legs were beginning to feel unsteady. He pressed himself against the nearest wall before slowly sliding down it until he was sitting on the floor.
The world had slowly started to tilt.
His vision blurred at the edges, as the hallway seemed to sway around him. His every breath grew heavier than the last, and it took all his concentration just to remain standing. Then the comms crackled again.
"Leon!"
Your voice burst through the speaker, sharp with panic.
The sound alone made his chest tighten. You rarely sounded like that. Not for anything. Yet now there was unmistakable fear in your voice, and somehow that frightened him more than the blood pooling beneath his jacket.
Your voice sounded farther away now."Leon, respond!"
He exhaled shakily. "SâŚstill here," he managed.
But in reality, he didn't feel very "here" anymore. Instead he felt he wasn't even in this world anymore, everything around him seemed distant, muffled, as though he were listening to it from underwater.
His hand remained pressed firmly against the wound, desperately trying to stem the bleeding, but it didn't help much. Warm blood continued to seep between his fingers, and with every passing second, he could feel his strength slipping away.
Through the haze, your voice broke through the comms again."I'm moving to your position. Hold on."
"No," he rasped immediately, forcing the words out. "Don't... call for backup."
"I will, but the tech isn't working here. The connection is bad. Please don't close your eyes. I'm coming to you now." The panic in your voice was impossible to miss.
And Leon couldn't help the lazy smile that tugged at his lips as he heard your footsteps echoing through the comms.
God, you're always so stubborn.
Then the comm connection cut out entirely.
Leon let his eyes close for just a second.
When he opened them again, he saw you standing in the doorway. For a brief moment, he genuinely thought he was hallucinating. Between the blood loss and the dizziness clouding his mind, seeing you there felt almost too good to be real.
But no.
There you were.
His smile widened faintly. Your brows furrowed the instant you spotted him, and without hesitation you broke into a run straight toward him.
It would've looked almost cinematic under different circumstances but right now it just seemed tragic.
Within seconds, you reached him and dropped to your knees beside him, immediately assessing the wound with practiced focus.
Your hands remained steady as they worked on his wound, but Leon could tell you were panicking.
He should've felt guilty for noticing it. Instead, something warm settled in his chest. Not because he was hurt; God, he would've preferred almost anything over that but because it meant you cared.
Maybe not in the same way he cared for you. Maybe not with the kind of love he'd carried for years. But you cared nonetheless, and somehow that was enough. And your eyes betrayed you despite your efforts to stay composed.Â
Leon caught the worry hidden behind them, the tears gathering at the corners that you were desperately trying to hold back, and for a moment he found himself smiling through the pain.Â
"Okay," you muttered, already shrugging off your black jacket and pressing it firmly against his wound. "Okay, stay with me."
Leon blinked up at you and let out a weak chuckle. Because even like this, even bleeding out on the floor of some ruined facility, with pain tearing through his side and his vision threatening to fade, all he could think about was how close you were.
"It's not bad," you said, clearly lying to him perhaps to keep him from worrying, perhaps because you were trying to convince yourself of the same thing. But your voice cracked halfway through the sentence, betraying you instantly.
Leon should've lied too, should've smiled and told you he was fine. But he didn't have the energy for it anymore. "It is bad," he said simply.
Your jaw tightened immediately. You adjusted your grip on the makeshift bandage of your jacket, pressing harder against his side.
The pressure sent another wave of pain through him that made him groan in pain, but somehow it was your voice that made something strange happen in his chest. "...No no you are gonna be okay."
God.
That did something dangerous to him. Even through the pain, Leon found himself lingering on your panicked expression. He shouldn't have thought it, not now of all times, but there was something oddly endearing about the way you were fussing over him.
"You look adorable when you are all panicky."
God what was he saying, but fuck it, if he is gonna die as well as say it.
A shaky breath escaped you as you looked at him. "What?" you asked confused.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Leon's mouth. "Yeah," he said quietly. "It's kind of distracting."
That earned a broken laugh from you but it was more of a half laugh, half sob. You pressed the jacket tighter against his wound, though your hands were trembling now.
"Stay with me," you ordered firmly.
Leon tried to keep his eyes open, but the edges of his vision were already blurring. "I am."
The moment his eyelids started to droop, you softly slapped his cheek. "Hey!" you breathed, patting each side of his face gently, "Open your eyes. Wake up."
Leon groaned weakly. "...You're not supposed to be here."
"What?" You asked.
He swallowed painfully and glanced away, his gaze drifting toward the floor. For a moment, he seemed almost embarrassed despite the blood loss and the pain tearing through his side. "I don't want you to see me like this," he admitted quietly.
For a moment, all you did was stare at him, then disbelief flashed across your face. "Leon, you are such an idiot."
Despite everything, he laughed, which instantly turns into a painful grunt.
You shook your head furiously and adjusted your grip on him again. "I called for backup. I don't know when they'll get here." You pause for a second and your voice wavered again. "But you're staying awake until they do. Do you hear me?"
Leon looked up at you and saw the tears gathering in your eyes. He saw the fear you were trying so desperately to hide, and the way your hands refused to let go of him no matter how much blood stained them.
For the first time since he'd been injured, he felt something dangerously close to relief settle in his chest. Not because he was hurt, not because things were going to be okay but because you were here. "Yeah," he whispered softly.
Your hands paused for a moment, and something in your expression shifted.
"Leon..." Your voice was quieter now, but no less firm. "You know, when I joined the agency, you were the one I looked up to. Honestly, you still are."
Leon blinked slowly, swallowing hard on the air between you and him.
You swallowed too and continued before you could lose your nerve. "You're brave. Braver than anyone I've ever met. You've gone through things most people wouldn't even dare to think about, and somehow you're still here." Your grip tightened slightly on his wound and he wince. You apologetically look at him and loosen your grip on the wound and continue, "You're still standing. You're still helping people."
He could not believe what he was hearing his eyes widening as he slowly processed your words.
A shaky breath escaped you. "I researched you, you know. Before we started working together. I read every report I could find, every mission record they would let me access." A faint, tearful laugh left you. "I wanted to know who the legendary Leon Kennedy really was."
Your eyes met his, and his eyes started to glisten too.
"But you know, all I found was someone who keeps carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and still shows up every day to save people."
Your voice cracked, you didnt know why you were saying it maybe it is to keep him alive, but it didnt change the fact it was the truth you have hidden for years, "Because, Leon, you're the kind of person who will always be..." The words caught in your throat. Suddenly, they felt far too dangerous to say out loud. Your gaze dropped briefly before finding his again. "Someone..." you tried once more, but your voice failed you. The confession hovered between you, unfinished yet painfully obvious. Your breath get stuck in your throat as you guide your hands towards his before giving it a firm squeeze.
"Who is important to me."
Leon glanced at your hands and his heart beats way too rapidly. And before he could ruin it by staying silent again, your words starts to wrap themselves around his ribs like a tightening coil.
They slowly settled somewhere deep inside him, somewhere he had spent years keeping locked away. No one had ever said those things to him, not like that. Not with tears in their eyes. Not with hands trembling as they fought to keep him alive.
For so long, Leon had been the one who carried the hurt, the one who kept moving forward because there was no other choice. Yet here you were, looking at him as though he was something worth saving.
The feeling hit him harder than the pain tearing through his side. And as he lay there, bloodied and exhausted, all he could think was that he needed to tell you. Needed you to know. Needed to confess. Before it was too late.
Leon swallowed painfully, his gaze never leaving yours. "I need you to know something too," he said quietly.
Your eyes widened instantly.
"No, no, don't talk. Save your energy," you warned, tightening your grip on him as if that alone could keep him here.
He ignored you.
Classic Leon.
A faint, tired smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I don't think I'm getting out of this one clean."
"Leon!"
The sharpness in your voice echoed through the room.
But Leon simply shook his head weakly.
"No." He swallowed hard, fighting through the pain. "Listen to me."
Something in his expression made your protest die in your throat.
For the first time since you'd reached him, he wasn't trying to reassure you. Your hands stayed pressed against his wound.
His voice was weaker now. He took a slow, painful breath, as though even speaking was becoming difficult. "I've had feelings for you for a long time."
Your entire body froze.
For a moment, you forgot about the blood, the mission, the collapsing facilityâeverything.
Your lips trembled.
"Leon..."
"Let me say it, partner," he interrupted softly. There was a faint smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Because, truthfully, this hurts like hell."
He paused, fighting for another breath.
"If this is the last breath I take," he said quietly, his gaze never leaving yours, "then it won't be in vain as long as I spend it near you."
Your eyes immediately filled with tears and you opened your mouth to speak but Leon swallowed hard and gave a weak shake of his head.
"No," he whispered when you tried to stop him again. "If I don't say it right now... I don't know if I'll ever be able to."
The words landed between you like a shockwave for a moment, all sound seemed to disappear. Your chest tightened painfully, your breath catching somewhere in your throat as you stared at him. The confession felt impossible, unreal, something you'd imagined a hundred times but never truly expected to hear.
"I.. I.. am in love with you."
There he said it. He thought, he doesn't care anymore if he lives or die. Because now he got to say it. And instead of feeling panicked he feels strangely safe, then almost a relieved exhales escaped him.
Your lips parted, trembling slightly. "You... you're serious?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.
âYeah,â he muttered, a shaky breath escaping him as pain laced through every word. âFuck, it hurts like a motherfucking bitch.â He gave a weak, strained exhale before laughing weakly. âSorryâŚi know its a bad timing.â
Your grip tightened on him immediately, as if refusing to let him slip any further away.
Leon gaze at you and something in his expression softened, despite everything. ââŚItâs okay,â he said quietly. âYou donât have to say anything back.â
That made your eyes flash. âWhat?â
âI said it because I needed to,â he continued. âNot because I expectââ
âYou think I donât feel the same?â
Leon blinked slowly. ââŚWhat?â
Your breath shook. âYou think I donâtâLeon, are you serious?â
For the first time in a long time, Leon Kennedy looked completely, utterly stunned.
You swallowed hard. âI love you,â you said. âI have for a long time too.â
âLeon⌠I loved you,â you said, your voice breaking as the words finally spilled out. âThe moment you were hesitant to even talk to me, I thought you werenât interested, so I just kept it friendly⌠I didnât know what else to do.â
Your grip tightened on his hand as tears blurred your vision. âI kept pretending it was fine. That it didnât matter. That I could just⌠stay close to you like that.â Your breath shook. âBut it always mattered. It always was you.â
You swallowed hard, looking down at him through trembling lashes.
âI just didnât think youâd ever feel the same.â
That actually got a real smile out of him. âI thought I was imagining it all,â he admitted softly.
âYou were not,â you whispered.Â
âSo we both were scared, and spent years like that?â you whispered, voice breaking as the realization settled heavily in your chest.Â
âBetter late than never⌠right?â Leon groaned.Â
You nod you were actually sobbing now, âStay... with.. me..,â you said again, and this time it wasnât an order; it was a desperate plea. Your voice broke around the words, fragile and desperate as you held onto him like letting go would mean losing him completely.
Leonâs eyes softened. âIâm trying,â he said.
And for the first time since the mission started He believed he might actually get the chance to stay. âNoâno, stay with me, Leonââ
âI am with you,â he said softly. âEven if I donât make it out.â
Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, your eyes squeezing shut as a pained sob escaped you. âDonât say that,â you whispered, your voice breaking.
âIâm not afraid anymore,â he added.
That made you shake your head harder. âYouâre not allowed to leave me.â
Leon ignored that comment and instead his gaze softened, his breath uneven as he held your hand a little tighter. âBecauseâŚâ he whispered, pausing as if gathering the last of his strength, âI get to tell you everything."
And for the first time in his life, Leon Kennedy let himself close his eyes without fear.
And the last thing he knew was your hands around him holding on desperately, refusing to let go and your voice breaking as you screamed his name again and again, as if sheer sound alone could pull him back from the edge.
.
.
.
When he woke up hours later, it was because of your uneven breathing and the steady beep of the machine beside him. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the harsh hospital light, the room slowly coming into focus.
When his vision finally cleared, the first thing he saw was you asleep in a chair beside him, head resting near the bed, his chest swelled with emotions and he noticed your fingers still wrapped around his.
Leon exhaled slowly and relief hit him so hard it almost hurt. You stirred too finally, blinking awake. When your eyes met his, everything seemed to stop again but this time, it didnât fall into silence.
Leon let out a weak breath. ââŚHey⌠partner,â he murmured softly.
Your eyes filled instantly. Then you leaned forward, gripping his hand tighter like you were afraid he might disappear again. âI love you, Leon Scott Kennedy,â you said, your voice shaking but certain, like you needed him to hear it now that he was truly here to listen.
Leon closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if letting the words settle somewhere deep inside him. Then he opened them again and smiled faintly. "I love you more than eternity itself, partner,â he whispered.
And you let smiled through your tear-stained face.
And this time as he looked into your eyes his hands reaching up to your face to wipe away your tears, Leon realized. It wasnât an ending.
It was the beginning of something he never let himself believe heâd get.
Summary - Waking up beside your husband: Leon, every morning was a feeling not even the seven heavens above could compete with.
And as you lay there beside him, watching the quiet rise and fall of his chest, all you could feel was utterly enchanted by beautiful scene before you.
WC : 1.3k
As soft morning light filtered through the blinds of your bedroom, brushing your skin in pale gold, your eyes slowly fluttered open.
And a sleepy sound escaped your lips as you turned your head toward the bear of a man sleeping beside you.
Leon was literally completely out of it.
And somehow that made you far too aware of him. Then you rolled over on your side, beneath the blankets, taking your time as you admired him.
God. He looked gorgeous like this. His messy blond hair had fallen across his forehead during the night, stubborn strands sticking out in every direction.
His soft brown freckles decorated his pale skin, scattered across his nose and cheeks like tiny constellations. And you smile faintly as you notice his nose scrunched lazily before relaxing again, while his ridiculously long lashes rested against his eyes.
You groaned at the sight, then your eyes traveled to down to his lips and you were actually shocked; because of how good they looked at first thing in the morning. You simply stared at them for a bit and the sight before you made your heart swell pleasantly against your ribs.
And a soft hum escaped you as you reached across the duvet and gently brushed your fingers against his cheek, tracing his skin softly.
But of course he didn't react.
And that alone gave you a beautiful idea.
Your smile widened as you leaned over him, your gaze lingering on his sleeping face for a moment longer.
Then, overcome by a sudden wave of what could only be described as cute aggression, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, letting your lips linger there briefly before pulling away.
A fond smile tugged at your lips, and you leaned in again, pressing another gentle kiss against the side of his temple.
He doesnt move.
So you kissed his cheek, and a giggle bubble up your chest. Then slowly you pressed your lips on his nose.
"God, Leon you're so pretty."
Then his jaw.
"My husband." You smiled and murmured against his skin.
Though still nothing, so you pulled back a bit, Leon wasnt making any noises except few snore that sounded way too fake.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him, because he was way too still and there was absolutely no way Leon Kennedy slept this deeply.
Determined now, you gently brushed your fingers through his hair before trailing them down his arm, slowly tracing the muscles beneath his shirt.
Goosebumps rose over his body as his breathe deepens but he doesnt wake.
"Uh-oh you are gonna play this game, hm?" you whispered and poked his cheek.
He was still-still.
Then you cradled his face before squishing it slightly. Your eyes narrowed further at him and you playfully hum, âGuess I could bite him now.â
Finally, the corner of his mouth twitched upward, the skin around his eyes crinkling slightly even though he still refused to open them.
The moment you caught it, you immediately sat upright, a betrayed smile spreading across your face. "You're awake." you accused and in same breath you gasped dramatically. "You are a terrible actor!"
But still he plays pretend and lies still, then slowly sighing you lean closer to him, "Leon."
The next thing you knew, a strong arm slipped around your waist. You barely had time to let out a startled squeak before the world tilted beneath you.
In one smooth motion, Leon pulled you down onto him, and suddenly you found yourself sprawled across his chest. "Leon!" you yelped, gripping his shoulders as his laughter rumbled beneath you.
"You were saying?" He chuckles deeply, his words vibrating in your chest.
"You were pretending to sleep!"
"You kissed me like twelve times." Leon grins.
"You counted?"
"I counted every single one."
Your face immediately warmed, as heat spreads across your chest and the traitor only looked pleased with himself.
And you notice his one arm remained securely around your waist while the other settled behind his head. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, yet amusement danced inside them.
"You look very proud of yourself," you giggled, rubbing your chin lightly against his chest as you settled more comfortably on top of him. The motion only seemed to make his smug expression grow wider.
"I am." He mumbled.
"For what?"
"Catching you." Leon teased as he rubbed his chin across your hairs, making you giggle again.
Then as you gaze up at him, his smile softened a moment later, and his eyes slothfully locked on yours, like he was seeing something worth millions.
Your heartbeat stumbled at his softened reaction. "What?"
For a moment he simply looked at you. Then his hand came up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
His expression turned unexpectedly gentle and he whispers with a smile, "When I look in your eyes," he paused then takes a big deep breath before continuing, "I see the entire galaxy reflecting back at me."
Your breath get caught in your lungs again, "Wow."
The smug smile returned instantly on his face. "Wow?"
"You are so cheesy first thing in the morning," you teased, though your heart was already betraying you, drumming frantically against your chest as warmth spread across your face.
"I was being romantic," he pouted, his lips jutting out ever so slightly as he looked at you with exaggerated offense.
You mumbled against his chest. "Fine, fine... it made my heart stutter."
Leon chuckled softly at that before pressing a kiss against your temple.
Then he rested his chin lightly atop your head as you settled more comfortably against his chest. Your own chin found its place on his shoulder while his arms remained securely around you.
You stayed like that, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing beneath your ear.
After a while, you glanced up at him and found his eyes closed, a peaceful expression settling across his features.
A small smile tugged at your lips at the sight. For all his toughness, Leon was an absolute softie when it came to you, and moments like these reminded you of that more than anything else.
For a while you just stayed there tangled in each other as morning sunlight continued to spill across the room.
While the blankets tangled between your legs.
You felt so comfortable lying on top of him that it genuinely felt as though you were resting on a cloud.
As the two of you gradually relaxed into the quiet of the morning, you tilted your head upward, your chin brushing lightly against his chest. "When did you wake up?" you asked, letting out a soft sigh against his skin as you looked up at him.
Leon didn't even open his eyes this time, instead he hummed and replied, "When you were staring at me."
You laughed shaking your head and lifted your head to look at him. "You were awake at that point?" you asked, disbelief and amusement slipping into your voice.
"You know when you stirred I though you were going to be awake and I can't sleep when you're not near me. Can't help it, baby," he said, his eyes softening as he looked at you.
A quiet sigh escaped you at his words, and you melted further against his chest, feeling strangely safe there, almost as if you were being held by an angel, instead of Leon.
The sound you made earned another kiss against your temple. Then Leon pulled you even closer against his chest, his arms tightening around you as though he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.
Absentmindedly, your fingers found his biceps, tracing lazy circles over them while you settled comfortably against him.
Neither of you made any effort to leave the warmth of the bed, content to remain tangled together in the quiet comfort of the morning. Because after all, some mornings were simply too good to rush.
Summary: Surviving Raccoon City did not rid you of your everyday fears. It did give you someone to help you get through it, though.
Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort, anxiety, self doubt, slight mention of injury and blood
Authors note: My first fic and if Iâm being honest this one is pretty self indulgent - only that my day went a little worse than that lol. I do hope some of you can find comfort in this, too. I wrote this with re2 Leon in mind, you can choose your fit though :D Youâre all very brave!!!
5 am.
Usually youâd pleasantly realize that you still have a few hours of sleep ahead of you and lay back down with that warm feeling in your stomach. Not today, though. Today you were plagued with nerves youâd imagine Leon feels during one of his missions. The usual warm and comfortable feeling replaced with dread for the unavoidable youâd have to face today - a university presentation.
Granted, it was a little silly. You know as much. You were also aware that it was ridiculous of your body to act like itâs going through a second Raccoon-City incident. On the other hand, if rationalizing with yourself wouldâve helped with the anxiety, your suffering wouldâve stopped a long time ago.
A soft sigh escaped your lips. What now? You could try and sleep a little more. Then again youâd been trying to sleep properly since 11pm with no luck. Everytime you finally fell asleep, you woke up 2 hours later in a panic. You tried to sleep again, but were instead stuck in that weird state where youâre kind of sleeping but also not and youâre permanently aware of the anxiety youâre feeling.
Distracting yourself it is. You were just about to open Tiktok when a notification caught your eye.
âGood morning, sweetheart. Have a great day!â Leon. Of course.
He was usually awake at that time of day due to his training. This week he was on vacation, so heâd probably be free to talk right now. An involuntary smile found itâs way onto your face. I could talk to Leon, that would probably help. You were about to click on the notification, when you stopped yourself. Smile dropping slowly.
He knows your sleeping schedule. If you were to answer now, heâd know something was amiss. He would ask if everything is alright and why youâre awake. You would probably say you just had trouble sleeping but he would know better. Heâd hear it out of your voice or just simply somehow know it and question you until you cave. Then youâd have to explain to your bioterrorism fighting boyfriend who experiences the horrors biweekly that your body wonât let you sleep because of a university presentation. In a rather small class as well.
So what now? You should probably just scroll away on Tiktok until itâs unavoidable that you have to get up and get ready. Maybe I could pretend to be sick? Then I wouldnât have to go. Youâd really like to talk to someone right now. So you clicked on the chat. âGood morning my dear, have a great day, too!â
Gnawing on your lip you stared at the chat. Sure enough, not even a minute later the call notification popped up. You hesitated for a second. Should you really answer? Well, you had to. There was no going back really. If you didnât, heâd worry and come straight to your apartment, meaning youâd inconvenience him even more.Â
âHello Baby!â Leon greeted cheerfully. He was slightly out of breath and from the birds chirping in the background you deducted that he was on one of his morning runs.Â
Thereâs this effect Leon had on you that youâve been observing for a while. He always manages to make your most vulnerable side appear, wether he intends to or not. So, of course the sound of his voice made you immediately tear up. You didnât even realize that you wanted to cry. How silly.Â
You could practically hear the frown in his voice. It would endear you if you werenât so awfully embarrassed about yourself.Â
âNothing, why? Are you on your run right now?â You tried to make your voice sound more cheerful, but Leon was in a sense like a tracking dog. Once heâs sniffed out a trace, he doesnât let go of it.
âWhatâs wrong?â You sighed. âItâs- Itâs nothing, Leon. Really. Itâs kinda silly.â Leon hummed. You could hear how he stopped to pause from his run.Â
âDid you have a nightmare again?â Oh, of course. Thatâs where his mind would go first. The actual traumatizing, life changing event you had lived through, not public speaking. Now you felt even more ashamed. âWant me to come over?â He offered so earnestly. Your Heart soared a little. Your embarrassment grew even deeper. You would really like for him to come over, though, you realized.
âNo, no nightmare.â You swallowed. Why did your voice grow even more shaky all of a sudden? Why did your body betray you so? You didnât even react like that when your old university city suddenly got flooded with the undead. You were even much more confident talking to Leon back then. Why did a presentation have to make you shut down so greatly?
âI- itâs- Leon itâs really silly, but please donât laugh.â You sounded on the verge of tears. Maybe this was a mistake. You shouldâve just suffered in silence until it was over and then shut away in your room until the anxiety ebbed away. Then you could spend the evening with Leon like nothing happened. But now you involved him, so there was no backing out of it anymore. You felt utterly embarrassed.
âI would never laugh.â You could hear the slight alarm out of his voice. Great. Now Youâre embarrassed, ashamed, anxiety ridden and felt guilty for worrying your boyfriend. âSo, um-â you started, trying to find the right words. âThereâs this presentation today that I have to do and-â you cut yourself off, not sure how to continue. The other side of the line stayed quiet as you tried to find the right words. Oh no, he was probably judging you.
The unbearable urge to explain yourself washed over you. âI- I know it sounds silly, Leon and if I had a say in this I would just sleep like I normally do and go to university like I normally do but, but- I- I canât help feeling this way I really canât. Iâm shaking and my stomach is hurting and I feel like throwing up and I seriously considered dropping out to avoid this the last 3 days and-â
âCan you open the door for me, Baby?â
You blinked. âW-what?â
âPlease open the door, I would like to sit down my feet are hurting a little.â He smiled softly while saying that, you could hear that.
You hurried to open the door and sure enough, there he was. He was a little sweaty and out of breath but he had the same lopsided smile on his face he usually has and had such a soft look in his eyes and most importantly he was here. To comfort you with your ridiculous problem.
At first your lip started to quiver. You tried to find words, but all speech has abandoned you. Then tears welled up in your eyes. You tried to blink them away at first. Your vision just grew more blurry.Â
You lost yourself. A sob escaped your mouth. A heartbreaking sob as it seemed, as Leons face immediately contorted in pain.
âOh, my girl.â He said under his breath and immediately pulled you in for a hug. Leon hushed you quietly, rubbing your back slowly as he shuffled inside and closed the door. Your hands clamped down on his shirt.Â
âI- Iâm sorry. I donât even know why Iâm reacting so strongly.â You hiccuped. âI- Iâm just so scared, Leon. Isnât that silly? I saved you from that weird hat guy in Raccoon City but am too scared to talk in front of people.â Leon gently maneuvered you back to your bedroom.
âSo first of all,â he started as he sat you down on your bed. âI saved you a lot of times, too. Besides, I had that under control.â You let out a little scoff, your lips forming a slight smile. Leon knelt down in between your knees, softly placing a hand on your cheeks. âSecond of all, you have nothing to be sorry for. I have weird fears, too.â
He paused for a moment âI canât drive in the rain without panic, for example.â He laughs slightly at himself, as if to make light of his fear and you couldnât help but to frown.Â
âBut thatâs because of Raccoon City. Thatâs not silly. You have a valid reason for that.â
âYeah, but your fear stems from somewhere too, doesnât it? You have it for a reason as well.â His thumb gently stroked along your cheek. Your first instinct was to disagree. To argue, that thatâs not comparable at all, but he didnât let you speak. âRegardless, I keep driving even though it rains and youâll be able to present even though youâre scared.â Your hands clenched into fists. Everything in your body wanting to reject his trust in you. âBut what if I do it badly?â
âDoesnât matter. Youâll have done it and thatâs something to be proud of in itself.â You couldnât bare to look into his eyes anymore. He really did believe in you. He really shouldnât. âI donât know, LeonâŚWhat if I canât do it?â
âThen you tried and the next time will work for sure. Thatâs also something to be proud of. I will be proud of you, anyway.â You could see his eyebrows furrow from the corner of your eye. He moved his head to be in your line of sight again. âCome on, youâre my brave girl, arenât you?â His smile, so earnest and bright, replaced the cold and dreading feeling in your stomach with warmth. You even managed to smile a little as well. Maybe you really were able to do it.Â
âThere you are!â He practically beamed. âAnd after youâre done, weâll have a nice day, full of stuff you want to do.â He promised. âEven do a lord of the rings marathon while eating like a hobbit?â You teased. Leon groaned playfully. âYes even that.â
âThen I guess Iâll be brave.â
ââââââ
You were brave. At least the whole walk to your university you were. Leon offered to drive you, but you knew he had other stuff to do and you wanted to clear your head anyway. It worked surprisingly and for a short moment you were convinced that everything wouldnât be so bad.
That stopped the moment you sat down in class. The reality hit you again and regret started seeping in. You shouldâve called in sick. No, you thought, then I wouldâve just shoved the problem back. So you had to be brave.Â
Be brave. Be brave. Be brave.
It was a disaster. In your eyes at least. You kept shaking, sweating and stumbling over your words. So, once class was finally over you were feeling even worse than this morning.Â
Itâs fine, you told yourself, itâs over now. Youâve done it. The day could only go better now.
And then it started raining out of nowhere on your walk back home. Not just raining, no, pouring. It wasnât supposed to rain. You didnât bring anything with you to shield you from rain. You were completely soaked through after 5 minutes.Â
Still shaken up from the presentation and upset over the sudden rain you didnât notice the branch blocking your way, which then resulted in you knocking your head against it. Hard. Awesome.Â
Your vision blurred for a moment. Instinctively your hand shot up and returned with your fingers dyed red. In disbelief you watched as the rain washed the blood from your fingers.Â
Just get home, you thought, just get home and itâll all be fine.
As you were waiting for the traffic light in front of your apartment complex to turn green, a truck passed you by. Still dazed from the hit on your head you forgot to step back as he drove through the puddle right in front of you. The water suddenly pouring over you made you flinch back, snapping you back into reality. You really wanted to cry.Â
So here you there, in front of your apartment door, hands shaking too hard to even be able to open it, tears streaming down your face along with a lone trail of blood.Â
Suddenly the door opened and you flinched.Â
âOh, Baby.â Looking up youâve found yourself face to face with Leon, his face completely laced in worry. âIâm so sorry, I just came back from doing errands and wanted to come pick you up.â He moved closer, seemingly to hug you, but you stepped back. âDonât, I donât want to get you wet.â You muttered, looking back down at the floor. Hopefully he doesnât see the wound.
His shoulders slumped, you realized through the corner of your eyes and just imagining the kicked puppy face he currently had made your heart hurt a little. You couldnât bare any of this any longer. You just wanted to hide away in your room for the rest of the day.
You tried to squeeze past Leon and even though he let you in he grabbed your arm gently to keep you from hiding from him. âTalk to me, what happened?âÂ
The tears were streaming freely down your face now. âI- I was trying to be brave I really was, Leon.â He studied your face. His eyes widened as he looked at your forehead. âYouâre bleeding!â Immediate alarm went through his body. A hand cupped your jaw to keep you from moving as he used the other to keep the hair out of your face, studying the wound intently.Â
âI hit my head.â You murmured. Leon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. The last thing you needed was him panicking as well. âAlright, itâs alright. Iâve got you now. Letâs get you dry and take care of that wound, sweetheart.â
His hand gently grabbing yours, he lead you towards the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet. âAlright.â He said more to himself as to you. He rummaged through the cabinets, retrieving a towel. âHere, dry yourself off, Iâll be right back.â
You stared at the towel on your lap, but couldnât bring yourself to move. Why did everything always have to go wrong for you? Why couldnât a single thing just simply work out for you? Were you cursed?
Leon came back with a set of clothes and paused in the doorway.Â
You only realized he was calling your name when he was right in front of you, his warmth snapping you out of it. âCome on, let me help you. Lift your arms. We need to get these clothes off of you before you get a cold.â You did as he told. The whole process was a daze for you. Before you could really process everything you were wearing a set of fresh and warm clothes. Leons clothes, you realized. The ones you kept in your closet for him. They still smelled a little like him.Â
He was currently using the towel to gently dry your hair. âIs this alright?â He asked. Heâs so sweet, you thought, so sweet and gentle. Tears welled up in your eyes once more. You didnât deserve this.
âIâm sorry, Leon.â You croaked out. The gentle tug on your hair stopped. His face suddenly appeared in front of yours. âDonât say that. You have nothing to be sorry for.â
His eyes fell on the wound on your forehead again. âLetâs get that taken care of and then watch lord of the rings.â He disappeared for a second once again, returning with the first aid kit you usually keep for him.
âThis will sting a little, but Iâll be quick. I promise.âÂ
You flinched as he disinfected the wound and he hushed you gently. âI know, I know, Iâm sorry.â Then, with one quick motion he put a wound pad on it.Â
âThere, all done!â He exclaimed all proud. Your hand reached up again, feeling around the Pad. Your eyes softened âThank you.â
He extended a hand towards you. âCome on, then. Movie Time. And we have some food waiting for us.Â
Your Hand, still slightly shaking, grabbed his and he pulled you to your feet. Heâs so warm. You found your bedroom already set up for the first movie. Leon laid down, petting the spot next to him.
Cuddling up to him you feel warmth spread across your body. The shaking slowly subsiding. Leon put an arm around you to pull you closer.
âThank you, Leon. Really. Iâm sorry I was acting so si-â
âDonât worry about it. So what was it? First breakfast?âÂ
Midnight Sun (JJK Higuruma x Reader) (Series Masterpost)
Synopsis:
Boy meets girl.
Boy falls madly in love with girl.
Except the boy in question is Higuruma Hiromi: brilliant legal wunderkind with the heart of gold. Disillusioned with the system in which he placed so much faith, he goes off the rails in his mid-thirties to awaken to his true genius as a jujutsu sorcerer, but it comes at the cost of his soul.
And the girl? Well, itâs you: kind, mysterious, and also grappling with newfound cursed powers, the full extent of which remains to be seen but has already been deemed by some to be dangerously unacceptable â incompatible with the new world order in the aftermath of the Culling Game.
And for the second time in his existence, Higuruma Hiromi will have to make yet another decision that could change everything:
Decide how far he is willing to go in the name of love.
Specs:
angst/smut/moments of warm fluff/possibly dark content ahead (trigger warnings will be listed per chapter)
Pairing: Boy dad!Leon x Boy mom!reader
Word count: 3218 words
Warnings: none!
Plot: A harmless TikTok trend turned into complete chaos when you and Leon decided to test whether your five-year-old son would share his cookies. The challenge seemed simple: Sammy got two cookies, Leon got one, and you got none. What neither of you expected was for Sammy to devise the most efficient solution possible. As Leon questioned his sonâs understanding of sharing, you found yourself crying with laughter at the realization that Sammy had inherited far more of his fatherâs personality than either of you had anticipated. Sometimes, the funniest moments were the ones that reminded you exactly whose child he was.
A/N: this trend kept coming up on my feed lately, and I couldnât help imagining Sammy doing it đ hope you guys enjoy it đŤśđť
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Little Kennedy series
The first sign that something was about to go terribly wrong should have been the look on your face. Leon noticed it immediately. You were curled up beside him on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok with the kind of concentration usually reserved for classified government files. Every few seconds, a grin tugged at your lips. That was never a good sign. âWhat?â Leon asked, not looking up from the report he was pretending to read. You didn't answer. Instead, your grin widened. Leon sighed. âWhat? â He repeated, finally looking at you. âOh, this is perfect.â The grin got worse. âThat's not an answer.â You finally looked up at him, eyes sparkling with the exact same expression you wore whenever you had an idea that would somehow become his problem. âBabe.â You said, already shifting in your spot. âNo.â He said immediately. âI haven't even said anything yet.â You complained. âYou don't need to.â
Across the room, Sammy sat on the floor surrounded by toy dinosaurs, completely absorbed in a battle between a T-Rex and what was supposed to be a Triceratops but had somehow acquired wings. You pointed at your phone. âLook.â Against your husband's better judgment, he leaned closer. A video played on the screen: parents sitting at a table, with cookies and a child. A simple little experiment. Leon watched in silence. Then another video started, and another, and another. Each one followed the same pattern. A child was given two cookies, and one parent got one cookie, the other got none. The parents waited to see what the kid would do. Some shared, some didn't, some dramatically sacrificed their own cookies. The comments underneath were filled with people crying over how sweet their children were.
You looked up at Leon expectantly. Leon stared back in complete disbelief. âNo.â You gasped. âWe haven't even tried it.â You said. âWe are not using our child as a science experiment.â Leon said firmly. âIt's not a science experiment.â You scoffed. âIt absolutely is.â He added, putting on his glasses once again, ready to keep working. You sat up straighter. âIt's parent science.â Leon pinched the bridge of his nose. âThat's not a thing.â He said, removing his glasses again. âIt is now.â He already knew he'd lost. The problem wasn't the idea itself, the problem was that once you got excited about something, you became impossible to stop. Like that day you insisted on getting ice cream after shopping when you were still pregnant. Like that day you convinced a federal agent to drive three hours for a specific brand of ice cream because you suddenly decided you wanted to try it. And yes, he was that federal agent. Leon still wasn't over that. âCome on,â you said, nudging his shoulder. âJust one video.â You begged. âNo.â âPlease.â âNo.â âLeon.â âNo.â You pouted. A weapon he had unfortunately developed a severe weakness ages ago.
Across the room, Sammy looked up from his dinosaurs. âMama?â You immediately switched targets. âSammy, sweetheart, do you want cookies?â The reaction was instantaneous. The dinosaurs weren't as interesting as they used to be anymore when your son launched himself to his feet, leaving them abandoned across the carpet. âCookies?â Leon closed his eyes. Of course, he would have to fight his son AND you. You looked at him triumphantly. âYou see? He's interested.â You said proudly. âYeah, because he's five and you just offered him a treat.â He sighed. âExactly.â You added clapping with a victorious grin. âThat's not helping your argument.â You were already getting off the couch. The discussion was over on your end. Leon recognized the signs immediately. He watched you disappear into the kitchen while Sammy followed behind like an eager little duckling. A few moments later, he heard the unmistakable sound of the cookie jar opening. Then, there was excited giggling. Then your voice. âDon't eat them yet!â Leon sighed heavily. He already had a terrible feeling about this. Unfortunately, years of experience told him that whenever both you and Sammy looked excited about something, he was usually the one who suffered for it.
Leon should have walked away when he still had the chance. Instead, a few minutes later, he found himself sitting at the dining table while you fussed over camera angles like a professional filmmaker preparing for an award-winning documentary. âThis is ridiculous.â He said, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms. âIt's not ridiculous.â You scoffed, still trying your best to capture the best angle. âIt is.â You ignored him as usual. The phone was propped up against a mug on the counter, pointed directly at the table. After adjusting it for what felt like the tenth time, you finally stepped back and nodded to yourself. âPerfect.â Leon looked at the setup. Then at you. Then at the setup again. âYou're taking this way too seriously.â You gasped dramatically. âThis is important.â You said. âIt's just cookies.â Leon huffed. âExactly.â Across from you, Sammy sat in his chair, swinging his legs impatiently. âMama, I'm hungry.â He said. âJust a second, baby.â The moment you turned around, Sammy immediately tried to reach for the jar with cookies. Leon caught the small hand before it got there. âNice try.â Sammy grinned. The exact same grin Leon saw in the mirror every morning. A fact that became more terrifying every year.
You returned carrying the cookies and carefully arranged them on the table. Two cookies in front of Sammy, one cookie in front of Leon, and nothing in front of you. Then you hurried back to the phone. Leon looked down at the messy arrangement. Then at your empty spot. Then back to the cookies. âYou know he's going to give you one, right?â He whispered, as if he was trying to keep a secret from your son. âMaybe.â You smiled. âNo, definitely.â You raised an eyebrow. âYou're his mom.â He added. âSo?â You said, leaning a little against him, voice still low. âSo he's obsessed with you.â You laughed. âHe's obsessed with you, too.â Leon snorted. âHe's started being more obsessed with you lately.â You frowned at him. âThat's not true.â You scoffed. âYou literally can't go to the bathroom without him standing outside the door like a bodyguard.â His voice was no longer low. âIf Mama disappears, I will protect her!â Sammy nodded seriously. You burst out laughing. Leon pointed at him. âSee?â You kept laughing. âOkay, fair.â
You finally settled into your seat. The phone continued recording. Everything was ready, the experiment could begin. Sammy looked between the three places at the table. Then at the cookies. His little brain was clearly already working overtime. You exchanged a quick glance with Leon, trying not to smile, trying not to influence the outcome. Failing miserably as well. âOkay, Sammy.â You said. His blue eyes immediately snapped to you. âYou can have the cookies. But mama doesn't have any.â The words had barely left your mouth before he looked down at the table again. His gaze landed on the two cooking in front of him, then on Leon's single cookie, then on your completely empty spot. The kitchen suddenly became very quiet. You held your breath. Leon leaned back in his chair, already convinced he knew exactly how this was going to go. There was no way his son wouldn't share. Especially when you were sitting there with nothing. Sammy stared at the cookies for another few seconds. Thinking, calculating, plotting. And something about the look on his face made Leon's confidence begin to fade slowly because he knew that expression. It was the same one Sammy got right before doing something that technically made sense but absolutely shouldn't have worked. âOh no,â Leon muttered. You glanced at him. âWhat?â Leon kept his eyes on his son. âHe's plotting.â He said quietly. âThat's the whole point.â You answered confused. âNo.â Sammy continued staring at the cookies, completely silent, completely focused. Like a tiny criminal mastermind preparing a heist. And suddenly Leon had a very bad feeling about where this was going.
For a moment, nobody moved. Sammy remained completely focused on the cookies in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed as if he were solving an advanced mathematical equation instead of deciding what to do with the three baked goods. The silence stretched. You and Leon exchanged another glance, and then another. And despite his earlier concerns, he found himself slowly relaxing because this started to look promising. Sammy's gaze slowly shifted from the cookies to you. You tried very hard not to react. Very, very hard. The tiny hopeful smile threatening to appear on your face certainly wasn't helping. Then Sammy looked at Leon, then back at you, his expression softened. And immediately your heart melted. âOh, look at him.â You whispered. Leon smiled. âYeah.â You were both already imagining how this would end. Sammy giving you one of his cookies to you, maybe even offering Leon one too. The kind of sweet moment parents saved forever and showed their children years later to embarrass them. Proof that they had once been tiny, adorable little humans. The comments on TikTok would have loved it. Not that you were planning on posting it, but still.
Sammy looked down again, and one small hand hovered over the table. You could practically see the decision being made. âThere you go, buddy.â Leon encouraged softly. The hand moved slowly towards the cookies. You felt your chest squeeze. God, he was so cute. Every time you looked at him, it felt impossible that something so wonderful had somehow ended up being yours. Across the table, Leon looked just as emotional. Neither of you was prepared for what came next. Because from every possible angle, it looked like he had decided to share. The little hand reached out confidently without any doubt, without a single sign of guilt. And both of you and Leon smiled, still certain you knew what was about to happen. You were wrong. Very, very wrong.
The moment arrived. Sammy's hand shot forward. You smiled, Leon smiled, the camera kept recording, and everything was going exactly as expected. Right up until it wasn't. Because instead of reaching for one of his cookies⌠Sammy reached for Leon's. The smile immediately disappeared from Leon's face. ââŚWhat?â You blinked. Sammy grabbed the cookie sitting in front of his dad and pulled it towards himself. Leon stared, and so did you. Sammy stared at the cookie. Apparently, only one of the three people at the table understood the plan. âBuddy?â Leon said cautiously. Sammy ignored him, his tongue sticking out of his mouth out of pure concentration. The cookie was now safely in his possession, and somehow, Leon's bad feeling only got worse. âOh my God,â you whispered, already starting to laugh. âNo, no, no.â Sammy carefully held the cookie with both hands, then, with his tongue still out, crack. The cookie broke cleanly in half. The room fell silent. Sammy looked down at his work, satisfied, then he picked up one half and placed it in front of you. You immediately slapped a hand over your mouth. Because there it was. The sharing, the sweet moment, the proof that your son had a generous little heart. Except, before either of you could say anything, Sammy picked up the second half and placed it in front of Leon. Leon looked at the half-cookie with a miserable expression. Then at Sammy. Then, at the two untouched cookies still sitting in front of the little boy.
The realization hit all at once. You saw it happen in real time. The exact second Leon understood. Sammy hadn't shared his cookies, not a single one. Instead, he had taken Leon's cookie, broken it in half, distributed the pieces, and, somehow, managed to keep both of his own. The room remained silent for about three solid seconds. Then you completely lost it. A snort escaped your chest first, then another. Then suddenly you were bent over the table laughing so hard tears immediately started forming in your eyes. âOh my God-.â You couldn't even finish your sentence. Leon continued staring at the evidence. The two cookies, the half-cookie, and his son, who looked extremely proud of himself. Like he'd just solved world hunger. âThere,â he announced proudly. You laughed even harder at the sound of his convinced, tiny voice breaking the silence. Leon slowly looked up. âSammy.â The boy beamed. âYeah?â Leon took a second to continue. âYou took my cookie.â Sammy nodded. âAnd then broke it.â Another nod. âAnd gave half to Mama.â Sammy frowned as if it was obvious. âAnd half to me.â Sammy nodded one last time, slower. Leon blinked, trying to understand how he'd somehow been robbed by his own 5-year-old son.
Across the table, you were practically crying. The phone was still recording every second of it. And somehow that made it even funnier. Because from Sammy's perspective? The problem had been solved perfectly. Mama had a cookie, Papa had a cookie, and Sammy still had two cookies. Everyone won. At least, according to him. Leon, however, was beginning to suspect that his son might actually be a tiny Kennedy after all. You were still laughing, not the cute kind of laughing, nor the polite one. It was the kind of laugh where your stomach hurt, and tears were running down your face while you desperately tried to breathe, and demonic sounds came out of your chest. On the other side of the table, Leon looked personally betrayed. âBuddy.â Sammy looked up from one of his cookies and hummed quietly in response. âThat's not how sharing works.â The boy blinked, clearly confused. âWhy?â You immediately buried your face in your hands. Leon pointed at the cookies. âBecause you didn't share your cookies.â Sammy followed the gesture, his gaze landed on his two cookies and then on the halves in front of his parents. And finally, he looked back at Leon. âBut you got a cookie.â He defended. âA half cookie.â Leon argued. âStill cookie.â You choked, actually choked. A noise somewhere between a laugh and a dying gasp escaped you. Leon slowly turned towards you. âThis isn't funny.â He narrowed his eyes at you as you kept trying to recover your breath. âIt absolutely is.â You said, wiping more tears from the corner of your eyes. âIt's not.â Leon said like a sulking kid. âIt is.â Sammy nodded. âThank you, baby.â You said.
Leon looked back at his son, determined to make him understand. âOkay, let's try again.â Sammy took a bite of his cookie. Listening politely, or at least pretending to. âIf you share something, you're supposed to give away some of your food.â Sammy chewed, swallowed, and thought about it. Then pointed at the half-cookie sitting in front of Leon. âYou have cookie.â Leon stared. The kid wasn't technically wrong, which somehow made it worse. âThat's because it was my cookie.â Another bite, another chew, another few seconds of thought. Then Sammy shrugged. âNot anymore.â You immediately doubled over laughing again. Leon dropped his head into his hands. The betrayal, the audacity, the flawless logic. It was unbearable. From his seat, Sammy happily continued eating his cookie, completely unbothered by the fact that he'd just dismantled every argument his father had tried to make. Finally, Leon looked back up. âYou know what the worst part is?â You were still giggling. âWhat?â He pointed directly at Sammy. âHe's going to be a nightmare when he's older.â Sammy grinned. The exact same grin Leon had. You noticed it immediately, so did Leon. The realization hit both of you at the same time. Sammy's smile widened, and suddenly, Leon understood why everyone spent years apologizing for the things he'd done as a kid. Because karma had finally arrived, and it was sitting across the table eating cookies.
By this point, the experiment had completely fallen apart. You were still laughing, Leon was still trying to recover from being legally and emotionally robbed, and Sammy was happily working his way through his cookies like nothing unusual had happened. The phone continued recording from the counter, capturing every second of the little chaos. âYou know,â Leon said, pointing accusingly at his son, âmost kids would've given one of their cookies to their mom.â Sammy took another bite. âMm.â âThat was what the game was.â Another bite. âMm.â âYou understand that, right?â This time, Sammy nodded. âYeah.â Leon blinked. âYou do?â Sammy nodded again. âThen why didn't you do it?â Sammy looked at him as if the answer was obvious. âBecause then I only have one and I'm hungry.â You immediately snorted. Leon stared at the ceiling. Of course, that was the reason. The terrifying part was that it made perfect sense from a five-year-old's perspective.
Sammy finished chewing, then looked between the two of you. His little head tilted slightly as if he'd suddenly noticed that Leon was still sulking. The dramatic sigh that followed was pure Kennedy. âOh, come on!â Leon complained. Sammy glanced down at the cookie in his hand, then at you, then at Leon. For the first time all evening, he actually seemed to consider giving up one of his own cookies. You and Leon watched in surprise. Maybe there was hope after all. Slowly, Sammy broke off a tiny piece, a ridiculously tiny piece, barely a crumb. He placed it in front of you. Then broke off another equally pathetic piece and placed it in Leon's hand. âThere.â At this point, you couldn't handle it anymore. Leon looked down at the microscopic offering. âWow.â Sammy smiled proudly. âNow I shared my cookie.â He said, completely convinced. âThat's a crumb.â Leon complained. âIt's cookie.â The confidence alone was impressive.
Satisfied with his work, Sammy climbed down from his chair before either of you could stop him. A second later, he squeezed himself between you and Leon on the bench. Still clutching the remainder of his cookie, tiny fingers covered in chocolate. You automatically wrapped an arm around him. Leon did the same thing from the other side. And just like that, the entire cookie debate seemed forgotten. At least by Sammy. He leaned comfortably against both of you, taking another bite before looking up with sleepy, content eyes. âEveryone happy now?â The question was so genuine that your heart melted. âYeah, sweetheart.â Leon sighed dramatically, proving Sammy was definitely his son. âI guess.â Sammy nodded once, satisfied. Problem solved, exactly as he'd intended from the beginning. You exchanged a look over the top of his head, the kind of look only parents could understand. A mixture of love, amusement, disbelief, and the growing realization that this tiny human somehow got weirder every passing day. Then Leon glanced towards the phone still recording on the counter. âDelete that.â You gasped. âNo!â Leon narrowed his eyes at you. âAbsolutely not.â You were already reaching for the phone. âThis is going in the family group chat.â You said proudly. âDon't you dare.â Leon warned. âLate.â Leon groaned, Sammy giggled, and nestled safely between the two people he loved most, completely unaware he'd just become the funniest thing either of you had witnessed all week, he happily finished his cookie while the two of you laughed all over again.
every time i visit my wife at work, i fall a little more in love <3 1,086 words!
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hiromiâs excited. the new suit he ordered was a size to small. now some might say get a refund, or return it in for the correct size. but not for hiromi.
this accident gives him an excuse to go bug love on his wife at her work. heâs on his way to go see you, when he walks to the train station, thereâs a clear pep in his step.
you however are busy helping a client. an older woman whose dress had ripped in three different spots. she said her grandchildren had gotten ahold of the dress, and wanted to make it âstylish.â
you donât mind though, because the kind woman even brought the original design for the dress, making it easier to fix it.
the woman is chatting to you, about her husband. she says heâs always ignoring her and constantly drinking. you feel bad for the woman, no one should feel overlooked.
the doors bell rings, announcing someone has entered. you donât look up, focused on not only the womanâs dress, but her feelings on her husband.
the older woman has her shoulder tapped on, she looks behind her to find a man. heâs tall with dark hair and tired eyes.
be gives the woman a small smile, âis this the line to talk to the pretty tailor?â
the woman gasps, âoh my!â
you look up, itâs your husband. âhi hon,â you smile at him, causing him to tilt his head, âwhat are you doing here?â
he brings a suit in front of him to see, careful not to hit the older woman with it.
âsize to big.â
you raise an eyebrow, âyou didnât want to return it?â
he laughs shyly, âwell, this gives me an excuse to visit my gorgeous wife.â
you shake your head at his corny response, while the elder woman giggles. âyoung lady you didnât tell me you were married as well! and here i was complaining about my husband when i could have been hearing about this charming young man!â
your cheeks warm at the attention, âi really donât mind hearing you talk miss kiyoko.â
âmy wife is too quiet sometimes. even at home sheâd rather hear me talk. although, if iâm being honest, hearing her is the highlight of my day.â
miss kiyoko awes at the confession, âwhy couldnât i have met someone like you when i was your age?! i wouldnât be stuck with my deadbeat husband!â
hiromi furrows his eyebrows in confusion, âmay i ask why youâre still with him maâam?â
the woman doesnât say anything, she looks like the question confuses her. hiromi thinks he mightâve offended the woman.
before he can apologize, âiâm still with him because heâs the only constant in my life. yes i have my kids and grandkids, but iâve known my husband for sixty seven years. if iâm being honest, if i left him, i donât think i could ever truly be myself.â
and honestly, that scares hiromi. what if one day you feel to co-dependent to leave him? you only feel obligated to stay with fun for the sake of âbeing yourselfâ. he starts to sweat a little, heâd rather die than make you feel that way.
you must know what heâs thinking, because youâre looking right at him. your face shows nothing, i mean, you normally donât, but right now itâs scaring him.
but then, his fear fades whenever you shake your head. assuring him that, no, you donât ever feel that way with him. he feels like he can relax a bit, heâll have to talk to you whenever you guys get home.
âahh, but enough about me, while we wait for my dress to finish, tell me something. tell me all the details about the two of you.â
âhow nosey miss kiyoko.â
she looks your way and slaps the top of your head gently, âi liked it better when you just listened!â
you laugh at the theatrics of the woman. âwhat do you want to know miss kiyoko?â you ask.
she thinks about it, looking at hiromi, âhow did the two of you meet? and when should i expect to see you pregnant.â
hiromi flushes at the woman, cheeks red. you shake your head, laughing, ânosey AND invasive miss kiyoko. do i need to kick you out?â
miss kiyoko rolls her eyes, âdonât be coy,â she says your name, âyou talk about kids all the time. i just didnât know you had a husband who could do that for you.â
rolling your eyes, laughing at the woman, âwe met when he was in law school and i was working part time as a librarian in the school.â
hiromi smiles at the reminder, âdonât water our meeting down hon. tell her the truth.â
you feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment. when you were younger, you were a lot more outspoken and loud. you still speak out when needed, but you more or less keep to yourself.
hiromi keeps on, âshe was working when she saw me studying. she came up to me and demanded i give her my number. when i asked why i would do that, she told me that she liked my face and would be a crime to not to go out with her. claiming, âa lawyer committing a crime wonât look good for clients.â i knew it then i wanted her in my life.â
miss kiyoko is so tickled at the news. she just laughs and pats your head while you look down in embarrassment.
hiromi on the other hand, is proud. heâs proud to be your husband. spending the rest of his life with you is the only thing that matters to him. he watches as miss kiyoko teases you, he smiles as you retaliate her teasing, âiâm going to rip this dress!â you threaten. miss kiyoko scolds her finger at you, âweâve known each other for years and you kept everything interesting a secret!â
he laughs at your offended face.
that night, hiromi confronts you.
the two of you are lying down together, him holding you in his arms.
âi donât ever want you to feel scared to leave me.â he whispers while youâre on the verge of sleep.
âhuh?â
âitâs just that miss kiyoko wonât leave her husband of fear of not being herself. i donât want to become her husband, and i donât want you to become her.â
you look at hiromi, whose already looking at you.
you laugh, pecking his lips.
âyou are so cute!â
âiâm being serious!â
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a/n: iâm thinking of writing yuji take care of sweet girl next for my nanami piece but idk yet đ thank you for reading, i love you (. .*)β
Summary: Rookie! Leon interrupts a bachelorette party OR Rookie! Leon gets mistaken for a stripper.
a/n: look at those puppy eyes, no one would take him seriously đđ my babieee // FLUFF AND HUMOR. Also I havenât written much this past month so if this isnât good Iâm sorry</3
Pink balloons spelling BRIDE OF THE PARTY decorated your apartment. Glitter and metallic tassels littered the floor as your small group of girl friends celebrated your best friend's last few weeks of freedom before tying the knot.
To say your apartment had disrupted the peace and quiet of the complex wouldâve been an understatement. Music pulsed through the walls while laughter rose above it, filling the space with enough noise to make the ice in your drink clink against the sides of the cup. It didnât seem excessively loud to you, just lively enough for a small gathering. But someone down the hall clearly felt otherwise, because before long, the police were on their way.
Three firm knocks cut through the music and chatter, echoing across the room.
As Maid of Honor, and consequently the least drunk person present, it fell to you to answer the door.
"Oh my God," one of your friends gasped. "Don't tell me you hired a stripper."
"No? Maybe?" the bride said through a fit of laughter. "I don't remember." The room erupted into giggles before returning to the far more important task of taking shots.
Rolling your eyes, you crossed the living room, weaving around discarded heels and half-empty cocktail glasses.
The first thing you noticed wasn't the navy blue uniform, or the tag name spelling L.S. Kennedy, or the badge clipped to his chest, but his face. Soft features, bright blue eyes framed by absurdly long lashes, a stupidly charming deep cleft chin and dirty-blond hair that looked almost perfectly tousled beneath the dim hallway lights.
There was simply no way that man looked intimidating enough to be a cop.
Behind you, someone immediately blurted, "Oh my God, he's cute!â
The uniformed man shifted awkwardly in the hallway.
"Uh... miss?" His voice snapped you out of your staring.
"Oh. Right. Sorry." You blinked and finally took in the rest of him. The vest, the handcuffs, the radio.
So he was truly a stripper.
"Miss," Officer Kennedy tried again.
You glanced over your shoulder to take a look at the bride-to-be and the rest of your friends who had gathered behind you, peering around your frame with barely contained excitement.
Before you could say anything, one of them gasped.
"You actually hired one! I always wanted to be with a man in uniform, theyâre so hot." The apartment erupted in excited screams.
The fake officer's eyes widened. Looking increasingly alarmed, he glanced between you and the crowd packed into the apartment.
"No, no, I'm not-" His gaze dropped to the handcuffs hanging from his belt, and understanding flashed across his face.
"I'm actually a police officer," he said quickly.
The sincerity in his voice was almost enough to make you feel bad.
Almost.
"How much extra do they charge for the police package?" another girl called from somewhere behind you and the room dissolved into hysterical laughter.
"Officer," you said quickly.
You straightened, and the poor man's shoulders visibly relaxed.
Before he could respond, you noticed his attention shift past you. His gaze swept over the mess of your apartment: the table cluttered with empty bottles, half-finished cocktails, and scattered shot glasses. Around it, your friends sat in various stages of intoxication, red-faced and giggling.
His eyes lingered for a moment before returning to you, apparently identifying you as the only semi-sober person in the room.
"Would you mind stepping out into the hallway with me for a moment?"
"Of course, Officer." You slipped outside and pulled the door mostly shut behind you, muting the laughter and shrieks from within.
"We don't like bothering people in their homes," he said. "But we've received multiple noise complaints from your neighbors."
You gave a small nod. "I understand. I'll take care of it."
"I'd appreciate that, maâam." Then he added, "Look, I'm not looking to write anyone a citation tonight. Just keep the noise down. If we get called back, the conversation may be different."
"Understood, I apologize for the inconvenience." You offered him your most innocent smile.
"Good."
The conversation should have ended there. Instead, someone inside your apartment yelled, "Ask if he does birthdays too!"
Officer Kennedy closed his eyes for a brief second, as though praying for patience.
The corners of your mouth twitched.
He opened his eyes again and regarded you for a moment, his expression serious, though not entirely unfriendly.
As if on cue, the apartment door opened a fraction of an inch.
Three of your friends were immediately visible, stacked on top of each other as they attempted to spy through the gap. The moment they realized both you and Officer Kennedy were staring directly at them, the door slammed shut.
A chorus of muffled screams erupted from inside.
"HE SAW US!"
"I TOLD YOU HE'D SEE US!"
"Was he smiling? Do you think he thinks sheâs hot?"
Officer Kennedy looked away, but not before you caught the smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You noticed then that he was younger than you'd first assumed, not much older than you, if at all.
And he looked really cute when he smiled.
Before you could think of something to say, the apartment door suddenly flew open.
Your friend Liv stumbled into the hallway with a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Liv," you warned immediately, but she ignored you.
"Mr. Officer, thank you so much for responding to the noise complaint. We'll keep it down.â She offered her hand, and the officer took it with confusion, giving a strange look at the meeting of their hands.
"Good. I better get going." He said dryly.
"And if you need to come back later... for any reasonâŚ"
"Liv, please donât." You pleaded with her.
Your friend Liv stumbled into the hallway, a wicked grin already spreading across her face.
"Liv," you warned immediately, but she ignored you.
"Officer, thank you so much for responding to the noise complaint. We'll keep it down."
She stuck out her hand; Officer Kennedy hesitated for a fraction of a second before taking it. A flicker of confusion crossed his face as he glanced down at their joined hands.
"Good. Then I should probably get going," he said dryly.
"Absolutely," Liv agreed.
Then she pointed between the two of you.
"But if you need to come back later for any reason whatsoever..."
"Liv, please don't." She shot you an innocent look.
"I think someone would be very happy to answer the door." Liv said, looking at you with a big toothy smile.
You wanted the floor to open beneath you and swallow you whole.
The officer coughed suspiciously into his fist, clearly hiding a laugh.
Liv beamed.
"Anyway, goodnight!" Then she disappeared back into the apartment and slammed the door behind her.
Silence. Painful, humiliating silence.
"I can arrest her myself if that helps." Slowly, you turned back toward him.
He laughed, the sound warm and genuine.
"I don't think that's how it works."
"Worth a shot." You said avoiding looking at his eyes in embarrassment.
His smile lingered but then he took a reluctant step backward toward the elevator.
"Just keep the noise down."
"Will do."
"And good luck with the babysitting."
"Officer, I think I'm going to need backup." You sighed dramatically.
His eyes finally met yours, and you immediately noticed his cheeks had a hint of rosiness. Was he embarrassed as well? Cute.
"Backup, huh?"
"I've got ten highly intoxicated women in there trying to plan a wedding." You tilted your head toward the apartment.
"I'd say the situation is pretty serious." His smile widened.
You shouldn't have noticed how good he looked when he smiled. Unfortunately, you did.
He took another step toward the elevator, and then paused.
"Actually..." Your pulse skipped as you watched him reach into a small pocket on his vest. "You might want this." He held out a business card.
Confused, you took it. Before you could look at it, he lifted the folded scrap of paper Liv had slipped into his hand during their handshake.
"Since your friend gave me this."
Heat immediately rushed to your face when you noticed the scrap of paper had your phone number scrawled across it.
"Oh my God." Mortification washed over you.
"I was wondering why she insisted on shaking my hand."
Neither of you looked away. There was too much to say and no appropriate way to say any of it, and the fact that you were half-drunk wasn't helping.
Your gaze dropped to the business card in your hand, slightly tracing the printed letters with your thumb before looking up again.
Leon S. Kennedy.
His eyes were still on you as the elevator doors began to slide shut.
Just before they closed, he nodded toward the card. "Text me when the hostages are safely contained."
A laugh escaped you, but you nodded in agreement.
"Goodnight. Try not to get arrested before I hear from you. "
"Goodnight, Officer Leon Kennedy."
The doors slid shut, and not even 5 seconds later the apartment door flew open behind you.
"HE FLIRTED WITH YOU!"
A swarm of women spilled into the hallway. Liv was at the front of the pack, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
"HE WANTS YOU SO BAD."
"Oh my God," another friend groaned. "Did you see the way he looked at her?"
"He gave her his number!"
"He told her to text him!"
"But are you going to text him?"
"No."
"You're lying."
"I am."
The screaming started again before the door had even closed.
summary: beaten down by the world, you thank zayne for being the only one who does the opposite instead.
pairing: zayne x non!mc reader
tags: angst, fluff, comfort!!!!, self deprecation, insecure!reader, non!mc fem!reader, domestic, emotional turmoil
taglist:Â @xinghuisknight, @hirayalia, @violasepals, @snowyfishes, @mrsqins, @txtworlddom @thewrldx
a/n: this is a request made by my lovely snowcrow anon! and also first work after hiatus. i sincerely hope it delivers. as i was done writing i realised it wasn't in the conventional format but this is the snowypi special so i hope you enjoy regardless! also the cologne is canon; versace pour homme dylan blue
The faucet leaks gently onto the sink, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap echoing off of the walls. Your knuckles are turning white with how tightly you're gripping the porcelain. The stone digs into your palms almost painfully.
You still don't let go.
The bathroom mirror is fogged over. Your silhouette is a cloud of colours under texture, blending with the smooth monotone tiles of the walls. It looked like how you felt: a swirl of hues lacking detail and vigour, not clear enough to see. Not clear enough for anything, really. Just not enough. Never enough.
You bite your lip as saltine droplets pool over your lash line. The steady sink slips from under your grip and you stumble, stepping back just in time to avoid a fall.
Stupid.Â
Stupid stupid stupid-
A loud ringtone resounds in your ear right as you close the bathroom door. The phone is heavy in your hands, your footfalls even heavier. Sliding up against a couch pillow, you clear your throat and muster something other than a tear-streaked scowl as you glance at the Caller ID.
âŚZayne?
The dam nearly breaks twice. There's a dull throb in your head as you hold back the sobs, throat constricting painfully. These tears were different, though.
You could count on one hand the number of people in your life who had ever made you feel like you were someone worth more than an afterthought. Someone worth more than being categorised as a simple existence in a sea of mediocrity dubbed by social conventions.
Someone worth more than being thought of as less, if thought of at all.
You watch as the melody from your phone ebbs away and your screen darkensâ before brightening almost immediately, ringtone louder than ever.
You're quick to swipe on green this time.
Zayne's dulcet voice is laced with concern. "You didn't pick up my call. Are you upset?"
Trying to mask the roughness of your vocal chords, you reply softly. "Donât worry about it. Thereâs, um, thereâs something I need to tell you, though."
"I'm on my way home. If it is serious we should talk about it in person."Â
âO-oh,â you stutter, deftly wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Hold it together. âOkay.âÂ
âSee you soon, my love.â
"See you soon, Zaynie."
Barely ten minutes pass before you hear the mechanical clicks of your front door unlocking.
You wave from the couch, lips stretched in a smile. Zayne beelines straight for your general direction, shrugging off his coat while pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You canât help but giggle when you feel him nudge a warm drink into your palm.
âCoffee at 10PM?â
He sidles up beside you, holding an identical paper cup. âThis is hot chocolate from that French bakery you like.â
âDid you get this before or after you assumed we were going to have a serious talk?â
A small smile plays on his lips. âBefore, of course.â
You laugh. âOf course.â
There is a peaceful silence that follows, broken momentarily by the soft shuffle of the paper cup as you bring it to your lips. The dense chocolate bursts on your tongue, thick and gooey. It warms you from the inside out like a tender caress, easing the soreness of your throat and the cold that had settled in your chest.
Sinking deeper into the couch, you catch Zayne's expectant gaze.
"Right, so...I justâŚI just wanted to say thank you, you know?"
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.
"Thank you for always being so⌠appreciative. So affectionate and so kind to me. You love me in a way that's likeâ like this warm hug I can just melt inâ and I'm so thankful, Zayne. It means everything to me."
You mean this so sincerely that you can feel the return of the waterworks. Blinking away the intruders, you bite your lip to focus on a different sensation.
âIt just⌠It just always feels like everyone around me thinks Iâm thisâŚsubstandard sort of person. And maybe I am?â
Zayne gazes at you with all the softness of the world, listening intently.
âI feel like I'm bad at everything I do, if not terrible, and I donât know if Iâve even been like more than average at anything but when Iâm with you, itâs like none of that even matters."
Cradling the paper cup, you thumb at the protective lining, feeling the seams of the fragile cardboard.
âYouâre the only one who makes me feel this way. Andâ and I just wanted to say thank you for that. Thank you so much, Zayne. That's all.â
Pursing your lips, you take a nervous sip of the hot chocolate. It's lukewarm now. You feel the softer tendrils of warmth ebb away to a quiet frost.
You steal a look at the man beside you, only to be met with an expression that's utterly unreadable. The soft smile he was sporting prior is absolutely wiped from his face. Did you do something wrong? You shift your gaze to the paper cup, and then to the TV console. Hell, you could hear the cicadas outside. This silence, characteristic as it was, felt more like an anvil being dropped on your chest than anything.
There's one thing left to do. Damage control.
You mentally gear up, ready to dismiss the depth of your confession and repackage it's messageâ but Zayne beats you to it.
"Y/N,"
Uh oh.
"Yeah?"
His voice is laced with a sternness you don't often get to hear. "How long have you been carrying such a fallacious belief?"
"I...uh, I wouldn't say it's a just a belief? This is how it's always been, Zayne."
He quietly slips his slender fingers into your own, thumb rubbing along the backside of your palm. You lean in by habit, shoulders brushing, head falling to rest on the arch of his shirt-clad shoulder.
"You are wrong." Zayne states.
"What?"
"Some say the odds of running into your soulmate are 1 in 10,000, however..."
You fail to hold in your giggle. "Soulmate, huh?"
Zayne clears his throat. You smile, feeling his cheek press on the top of your head as he continues.
"However, if we factor in the size of the global population, age ranges, geography, and mutual attraction, the probability of crossing paths with that exact, single person in our lifetime is mathematically considered near impossible. In addition, we had special circumstances, so I'd argue it truly was intended to be impossible."
You hum in thought. "So against all odds, I met you."
"Correct. Against all odds, I met you."
"So you're saying that I'm an anomaly?"
"I'm saying that you're extraordinary. That you're the antonym of everything you just described yourself as. That you're not defined by the words of people who are blind to your incredible character. That you're one in a billion, Y/N, and there is nothing in this world that could prove me otherwise."
If Zayne was facing you right now, he'd definitely glimpse the rosy blush that had powdered itself across your cheeks. You're left gaping like a fish out of water, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Great. Now you're hyperaware of how close you two are. You're leaning on his shoulder and his chin is resting tenderly on your head, hands laced together with one free to hold your respective cups. He smells good, you think. Like antiseptic and an earthy kind of cologne.
Zayne squeezes your hand. "I am as appreciative as my sincerity allows me to be. I should be thanking you, Y/N."
He pauses.
You don't see the tips of his ears redden, or the timid smile that involuntarily shapes itself on his lips. But you do hear his voice shift to an almost-whisper, slow and careful. "I can no longer imagine a life without you by my side." Zayne confesses.
You feel him press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, and then another.
"You're everything. There is no story, no universe I would rather be in than this one... with you. And only you."
â reader loves animals deeply leon and reader are married, pure fluff.
â di or re9 leon but can be any
â i wrote this during a cetacean biology class lol
The apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the TV, thereâs some nature documentary playing softly. You and Leon barely pay attention to it anymore.
Youâre curled comfortably against Leonâs side on the couch, with some peanuts while he scrolls lazily through his phone.
His free hand lazily caresses your arm and his lips often meet the top of your head, your shampoo clouding his senses.
¨Whatâs your favourite animal?¨ He asks suddenly.
You glance up immediately with your eyebrow slightly risen.
¨Thatâs randomâŚÂ¨
Leon shrugs without looking away from his phone.
¨Surprise me.¨
You think for a second before smiling softly.
¨Whales.¨
That finally makes him look up from his phone and at you, as you are already looking at him.
¨Whales?¨ Leon repeats, taken by surprise at your answer.
You laugh softly curling even more against his chest.
¨Yeah, whales.¨
¨Why?¨
Your expression softens instantly and look down at the bowl resting over your lap.Â
¨Theyâre really emotional animals.¨ You murmur. ¨They have strong family bonds. Some species even stay connected for life.¨
Leon watches you softly. Your words sink in. His lips curl into a soft smile, he understands now why they are your favorite animals. Theyâre just like you.
¨They protect each other a lot too,¨ You continue quietly.¨ especially the babies.¨
Something warm settles inside Leonâs chest. You always got softer talking about things you loved.
¨Plus!¨ you grin suddenly, looking back at him¨ Baby whales are sooo cute.¨
Leon huffs softly through his nose.Â
¨Cute until they sink your boat.¨
¨They donât sink boats!¨ You scoff playfully.Â
¨Iâm tellinâ you right now, if I ever see one in real life, Iâm keepin my distance.¨Â
You laugh.
¨Coward.¨
Leon immediately pulls you closer against his chest.Â
¨Iâm just smart.¨
You roll your eyes before giving him a soft kiss. You grab the TV remote control and change it to something more entertaining.
Little did you know Leonâs is preparing a big surprise.
Months later, cold ocean wind whips softly through your hair while the boat rocks gently beneath your feet.
You still havenât fully recovered from realizing where Leon brought you.
¨You remembered,¨ you murmur for probably the fifth time that morning.
Leon leans lazily against the railing beside you wearing sunglasses and a dark jacket. A huge contrast to your bright orange bikini set.
¨You say I have memory problems.¨
¨You barely remember where your car keys are.¨
¨Thatâs different.¨
Your laugh mixes softly with the sound of waves around the boat. Youâve barely stopped smiling since you got out of the plane.
You look at the crystal clear water in front of you, the sun reflecting against it. Everything around you screams calm. Except the excitement in your stomach.
¨Youâre excited.¨
You glance up at him immediately.Â
¨Of course!¨
A faint smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.
¨Youâve talked about whales more these last two days than normal people talk about their families.¨
Leon snorts softly.
The guide toward the front of the boat continues explaining migration patterns to the group nearby.Â
¨Remember everybody, sightings arenât guaranteed today.¨ You overhear the guide. Your expression falls immediately.
¨Told you,¨ He murmurs softly beside you, caressing your arm. ¨Oceanâs kinda big. Thereâs a chance your giant sea cows donât show up.¨Â
You gasp quietly.
¨They are not cows!¨
¨They are huge.¨
¨They are more than that.¨ You argue.
¨They are still huge.¨
You smile softly before opening your mouth to argue again. Then suddenly.Â
A massive spray of water erupts in the distance. The entire boat goes silent.
Your heart skips a beat and you swore you could cry at the excitement you feel in your chest.Â
Your hand grabs Leonâs sleeve instantly.
¨Oh my god.¨
A whale breaches partially through the water. Huge, swimming gracefully.
Your entire body freezes beside him. Leon physically feels your grip tighten around his arm.
¨No wayâŚÂ¨ You whisper breathlessly.Â
Leon feels his shoulder relax, almost letting out a sigh. Heâs been praying that you get to see the whales today. Heâd actually feel disappointed if you both didnât.
The guide starts talking excitedly nearby but you barely hear any of it.
Another shape surfaces beside the whales. Way smaller. A baby whale.
Your entire face softens quickly, your lips turn into a small pout it almost hurts Leon to look at it.
He glances between the whales and your expression. The whales, mildly terrifying. You, completely enchanted.
The calf surfaces closer this time. A soft rush of air leaves its blowhole before it disappears beneath the water again, circling lazily near the boat.Â
You almost fly to the edge of the boat, gripping the metal bar tightly.
¨Leon,¨ You whisper, like speaking too loud might scare them away. ¨Itâs so little. A little baby.
You laugh softly under your breath, without looking away from the water. The small sound of water can be heard as the baby whale surfaces curiously again.Â
The people on the boat gasp quietly while cameras start clicking somewhere behind you.Â
Meanwhile Leon watches the mother. A huge shadow beneath the water. Calm yet ever watchful.
¨Sheâs definitely judging us.¨ He mutters quietly.
You look back at him. ¨Sheâs literally just existing,¨
¨She could flip this boat if she wanted.¨
¨Youâre scared of whales?¨
¨Iâm respectful of creatures that weight more than military vehicles.¨ You laugh. Leon could listen to that sound forever.
The calf is now beside the railing youâre standing on. It makes a soft clicking noise to its mother, which answers loudly.Â
Your entire face melts instantly, you have to cover your mouth.
¨Oh my God, did you hear that.¨
Leon nods slightly.Â
You lean slightly over the railing carefully, completely fascinated now. Waving like an idiot to the calf beneath you.Â
¨Hi baby.¨ You kneel down, your hand still on the metal bar, whispering to the baby whale, youâre pretty sure people around you think youâre crazy. ¨Hi sweet boy¨
Leon slowly turns his head towards you.
The calf makes a soft clicking noise while surfacing again. Your hand immediately flies to your chest.Â
¨You are SO cute.¨ You continue emotionally, almost like talking to a baby. ¨Yes, yes you are. Perfect baby. Sweet angel.¨
Leon blinks. Completely speechless.Â
The whale calf circles in front of you. Making you melt over the railing.
¨I love you sososososo much.¨ You whisper dramatically towards the ocean creature.
He stares at you in complete disbelief. Youâve always been this way with animals. Everytime you both see a puppy at the park you always gotta whisper sweet things to it like it's yours.
¨That thing could flip this boat over.¨
You gasp quietly without taking your eyes off the whale.Â
¨Donât say that in front of him.¨
¨Him?¨ Leon repeats. ¨You assigned it a gender already?¨
¨Well, he feels like a boy.¨
¨The whale feels like a boy?¨
¨Mhm.¨ You nod.
Leon drags a hand slowly down his face.
The calf surfaces again closer this time making another curious sound towards the boat.
You open your mouth slightly.
¨Oh my God, he talked to me, Leon!¨
Leon lets out a stunned laugh.
¨Look at this little face.¨
¨Baby, that thing is bigger than you.¨ He blinks, pointing at the baby.Â
¨And yet heâs still a baby.¨
¨Theyâre so social.¨ You speak a bit louder this time. ¨Especially calves. They learn from their mothers constantly.¨
Your voice carries the same warmth from months ago on the couch. The same softness. Leon still remembers every word.
The calf makes another small sound, almost answering back making your heart skip a beat. You feel like a Disney princess.
¨Leon,¨ You whisper. ¨Do you realize how lucky we are right now?¨
Leon watches you instead of the whales. ¨Starting to.¨
The baby swims closer to its mother again, brushing gently to her side as they both swim closer to the boat this time.
Your hand immediately flies to your chest.
¨Oh my God,¨ You mumble. ¨I canât handle this.¨
Leon laughs quietly under his breath.
¨Yes, you can.¨
¨No, I actually canât.¨ You turn towards him, still knelt down. ¨This changed me as a person.¨
¨That dramatic, huh?¨ He crosses his arms.
¨You donât understand.¨ You point emotionally towards the whales. ¨Look at them.¨
Leon obediently looks back at the giant ocean creatures, both of them capable of destroying the boat.Â
The calf swims close to its mother now, brushing its head gently across its mother fin.
Then he looks back at you.
Your expression softens softly at the gentle action of the calf.
¨Leon.¨ You look up at him with complete sincerity. ¨I want a baby.¨
He nearly chokes on absolutely nothing.Â
¨What?¨
You gesture dramatically towards the whales again.
¨Look at THEM.¨
¨I am lookinâ at them.¨
¨Now I want a baby.¨
Leon stares at you silently while the ocean breeze blows your hair softly. His hand slides over his mouth trying to hide the laugh escaping him.
¨You canât just say things like that outta nowhere, sweety.¨
¨Iâm having an emotional experience.¨ You say, defending yourself.
¨Youâre havinâ a whale-induced baby fever.¨
¨Yeah.¨ At least youâre honest.
Leonâs eyes drift toward the mother whale swimming beside her calf. And then, to the happiness tainting your face.
Both, mother and calf, make a small sound before disappearing beneath the water.
Leon looks at the whales for another second before looking back at you. At the excitement still glowing across your face.
He feels content. The whole trip was for this, not only the whales but for you. About seeing you happy.
His hand slides quietly into yours, his warm fingers intertwined with yours. He helps you stand up
It takes you by surprise. You turn at him immediately. Leon shrugs softly.
¨Figured whale expert needed some emotional support.¨
Your smile turns unbearably soft.Â
¨Thank you for bringing me here, baby.¨
Leonâs chest tightens at the softness of your voice.Â
¨Yeah, baby.¨ He murmurs quietly against your lips ¨Worth it.¨ He says, before finally locking his lips with yours in a soft kiss.
Your Wittle Face: After a traumatic year, you and Leon are finally getting the hang of mending your relationship again. When he thinks heâs changed so much he must be unapproachable, you remind him heâs not so far off from that adorable, doughy faced rookie cop you met in 1998.
The Work Dilf: After a long day of work at the dso, you were streaming when a subscriber admits they embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. To make them feel better, you tell them about the time you embarrassed yourself in front of an older agent, who you just so happened to have a fat crush on.
Break Room Coffee: You meet Leon Kennedy at work, the absolute last place you should be looking to date anyone. Too bad you're a sucker for blue eyes and vaguely pathetic-looking men.
Oh, Fuck: Leon is dying. The virus is spreading. When he collapses, he's sure he's done for. Luckily enough for him, you won't let that happen.
Shot In The Dark: A late night at the firing range forces you, a weapons maintenance technician, to cross paths with Leon, the top DSO agent. There's an undeniable pull between the two of you. But who will be the first to pull the trigger?
The Way He Loves: Leon does not deliver grand speeches about love. Instead, he shows it through action.
Always Yours: Leon doesn't do jealousy, except when it comes to you.
When are you going to have kids: No matter what you do, people keep asking you when you're going to have a child, and it's starting to take its toll.
Mrs Dot Kennedy: After finishing his most recent mission, Leon can finally focus on making amends with you years after the divorce.
Just A Touch Of Your Love: Leon is touch-starved. Of course, he would never show this in public, but as soon as the two of you are alone, he can't help but crave your touch.
Fever Flirting: You've come down with a fever, and Leon decided you were more important than work.
Lovers Rock: 4 times the team notices something's up with Leon and the 1 time they figure it out (spoiler: he's married)
Warm (sequel)
Salt & Pepper: You have worked in the DSO for almost a year now, doing logistics and communications. You preferred the quiet and being behind a screen. However, Sherry believed that working as an assistant for Leon would benefit not only you, but him too. So you were now assigned as Leon S. Kennedy's assistant. Both of you had your own problems, and it was only a matter of time until either one of you was going to crash.
Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Hot and Sexy Leon Smut: Literally what the title says
You're Stuck With Me: Leon has spent a lifetime saying goodbyes at doorways, in passing, and over distance, always promising heâd come back. But when the life heâs built finally stands on the edge of being taken from him, heâs forced to confront a truth heâs avoided for too long. Some goodbyes donât wait for you to be ready.
Rookie Mistakes, Seasoned Hugs: Turns out, giving your boyfriend a key to your apartment may have its perks, but it also has its risks, like mistaking him for an intruder.
Leon Has a Brainrotted Girlfriend: Leon had had enough of you shoving TikTok memes in his face and mindlessly referencing themâŚespecially in bed.
Runnin' For The Hills: You wake in the middle of the night because of a dream. It's not the horrifying flashbacks that usually haunt you; it's the sweetest, most comforting, beautiful dream you've ever had. And it left you restless. Why? Because you know it'll never come true
I still dream of violence: When a young married couple disappears, who could be better at investigating the case than a pair of special agents used to working together and known for their high efficiency? Well, probably nobody, but someone clearly ignored the fact that one of them should have retired a long time ago, and they are both too good at their job to rot in rural America. Not to forget the questionable nature of their professional relationship and mutual tension.
Yet Another Miscommunication Arc: Leon is a bitter old man and youâre just trying to do your job.
Gentle intimacy: Leon would not describe himself as good or kind, and he's cut open and bleeding at your feet, but you know he can be gentle.
My Wife Hates Me, I Might As Well Jump Off a Cliff: An argument erupted between Leon and his wife, and now he's doing anything he can to gain your favor back.
Brat Taming The Wife Isn't So Easy
My Wife Disappeared, Therefore, I'm Going To Kill Everyone
First Date: Leon's daughter goes on her first date and Leon isn't taking it well.
Persistent: Three times Leon has asked you out and the one time you said yes.
Show a Little Loving: After a long day at work, Leon comes home to you and you share a sweet moment that reminds you just how lucky you are to have him. Though frankly, he believes heâs luckier to have you.
Take All My Love: To your chagrin, you get partnered with an irritating DSO agent who happens to take an interest in the case you're working on.
Make Me: Leon was the "man" of the relationship, the dominant one, supposedly. It seemed giving up control was easier said than done. Especially when it came to your suggestion. Calling a woman "mommy" was embarrassing... wasn't it?
Just One Step Behind: You drag Leon out shopping, bribing him with the promise of homemade muffins and a quick trip â just a quiet evening, or so you thought. Until a stranger crosses the line, and Leon shows a side of himself you donât get to see often. Back home, itâs up to you to pull him out of it, piece by piece.
Crystal Clear: After getting hurt, you and Leon have a revelation.
Goodnight Calls: Your daughter and her friends always make you the victim of their little trends. This time, it features calling your ex-husband and telling him goodnight.
Forever Night Stand: You move to a new city, preparing to start your new job at the DSO. On one evening, you decide to go out for a drink to ease your mind. You end up hooking up with a handsome stranger, thinking itâs just a one-time thing. However, on your first day at work, you discover that the handsome stranger is actually your new superior.
Quick pretend Iâm a random girl: Pranking Leon with a TikTok trend.
Wedding Ring: Your husband can't find his gloves for the latest mission he's been sent on and he refuses to leave without them.
Plant E: What was supposed to be a case of international human trafficking turns out to be far beyond your job description, so the DSO sends Agent Leon Kennedy â and your paths cross once again.
Part 2
I've Got Your Back: The rain finally lets up, and you take the chance to get back into the garden â trimming, replanting, pretending the last few days didnât exist. Leon keeps you company, moves things around. Somewhere between one planter and the next, something goes wrong. He insists itâs nothing. You let him think that â and stay close anyway.
Just Like You: You and your husband Leon spend a peaceful morning together in bed. You try to hide your injury after last nightâs mission, but Leon figures out whatâs wrong almost immediately. Before you know it, heâs patching you up while scolding you for not telling him earlier.
If You Want A Lover: It had been a stupid fightâthe kind that shouldâve ended with you begrudgingly crawling into Leonâs lap with his arms pulling you close like youâd never left. Instead, he was forced to leave for his mission, unresolved tension simmering between you. Two weeks later, heâs back and intent on making it up to you.
A Name, A Shirt: You want Leon, but he is too dumb to see it until you leave with another man from the bar.
Even a Good Boyfriend Can Be Bad at Something: Leon is the ideal boyfriend: loving, caring, attentive â but there is something he isnât entirely experienced at. Sex.
Despite Everything, It's Still You (sequel)
Island Life: Youâve been nothing short of obsessed with the new Tomodachi Life game recently, finding joy in making and taking care of a virtual version of your partner. The problem is, youâve been so engrossed in it that youâve been neglecting Leon, and heâs ready to remind you that you have the real thing waiting at home.
A New Purpose: Being the only female rookie at the DSO, you're used to being belittled by your fellow agents. Thought to be invisible to your superior, Mr. Kennedy, you would have never thought he'd come to save you as your first mission goes terribly wrong.
Act 1: HOT smut with Leon
Act 2
Act 3
Family Matters: Years of fighting bioterrorism, Leon finally found a person he loves, but lately, going to your family's kids' birthday parties, he realized he wants a family of his own.
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You: Leon's had enough of you shoving TikTok memes in his face and mindlessly referencing themâŚespecially in bed.
Part 2
Sweet Tooth: You commit to lessening the sweet treats you frequently get every single day. Leon commits to making sure youâre motivated to see that goal through, with a special reward of his own.
Gentle Intimacy: Leon would not describe himself as good or kind, and he's cut open and bleeding at your feet, but you know he can be gentle.
Workplace Romance: Chief Leon Kennedy has a crush on the temporary receptionist of RPD. The receptionist in question is his wife, and he has made it everyoneâs problem.
Stray Bullets and Strays: Leon falls victim to the cat distribution system. As an emergency vet, you have strict rules about giving out your personal number to clients. But when a soaking wet, broad-shouldered man walks into your clinic holding a shivering neonate kitten like it's a live grenade, you make an exception. Strictly for cat emergencies, of course.
Boyfriend Duties: You see a spider and scream. Leon thinks that you're in serious danger.
Mission Marriage: You and Leon have to pretend to be married for 48 hours to complete a mission. He goes a little crazy when he realizes just how much he actually wants that
The Heart of a Home: Leon Kennedy's crush begins the moment he watches you calm a sobbing child in the precinct with nothing but kindness and a stuffed raccoon.
Calling Leon By His Middle Name And He Loves It: What the title says
Your Neighbour Thinks Youâre Cheating On Leon (sequel)
Hold Me Where It Hurts: Leon comes home from a mission quieter than usual, and you try to give him the kind of peace he never knows how to ask for. But when a nightmare pulls him somewhere far away from you, he wakes up to something he can barely forgive himself for: hurting you.
Canât Help Myself Around You: It was one of those late nights in the office where itâs just you and leon left behind. you do anything but the paperwork youâre supposed to accomplish and instead fall into a conversation that uncovers something youâve been feeling for a whileâwhich leads to leon finally admitting his feelings for you.
Random Blurbs
Leon With a Rookie!Reader
Why'd You Call Her Princess?
Chained Up
Leon gets self-conscious about your relationship
The Scar Count
Re9 Leon As a Husband (continuation)
Silver Necklace
How would RE9! Leon fuck you?
Jealous Sex and Aftercare
Being In a Situationship With Leon S. Kennedy
Calling Leon âScottâ When Youâre Mad At Him
You Finally Spooked Leon
Leon's Hands
Calling Leon by His Middle Name
Cardio
Two Rings
After a girls' night out
Sex Tape
InfiniteDarkness! Leon Headcanons
Leon makes you squirt
Chris Redfield
Redfield's Reckoning: After a botched shot leaves Chris wounded, and in return, both of you are locked in a cramped steel cage, years of simmering rivalry and buried tension finally crack open in the suffocating silence
summary: you've come down with a fever, and Leon decided you were more important than work.
wc: 817
tags: fluff, sickness comfort, feeding you and making sure you're comfortable <3, leon and his stupid flirting
a/n: first time posting hereâi haven't written fanfiction in years! starting off with some basic fluff because i'm a sucker for sickness comfort....
available on ao3
This might just be the worst feeling ever.
You'd been looking forward to enjoying your tea when the first sip ruined it for you. You knew you'd get sick the moment you swallowed and felt that slight, irremediable feeling of dryness in the back of your throatâpromising at least a week of uncomfortable coughing and sniffling.
That was a couple days ago.
Now you're curled up in bed, every joint in your body aching, and sweat seeping through the back of your shirt and into the mattress as your body switched between hot flashes and goosebumps every thirty minutes. The promised coughing and sniffling are still there, as if you weren't already suffering enough.
But maybe things could be worseâbecause the cool cloth resting on your forehead was changed each time you asked, you didn't have to get up and fetch ibuprofen yourself, and you were even spoon fed. All thanks to the beautiful, grumpy-but-actually-really-sweet guy you call your boyfriend.
You'd texted Leon early in the morning, woken up by an uncomfortable burning sensation in your whole body and a horrible headache, thinking you'd just let him know you're sick the way anybody tells anything to their partner. At the sight of the read receipt, you figured he was already at work and just busyâthat lasted up until he unlocked your front door with his spare key fifteen minutes later.
"What are you doing hereâ" You'd asked, already confused and half-delirious from the fever.
"I said i had a family emergency. It's fine." He'd replied casually, as if he wasn't an important agent directly working under the President himself and supposed to be on duty 24/7.
He hadn't given you a choice, just ditched work and headed straight to your place the moment he got your message. Leon was the kind of person to choose the field over anything, until he met you.
The guy is married to his jobâbut that's only because he hasn't married you yet.
Not that he'd admit that.
He doesn't need to anyway, the way he's already striding back into your room with a tray full of snacks, some tea and a couple more pills is more telling than a hundred 'i love you's.
"How're you feeling?" Leon asked, eyes fixed on the tray as he carefully set it down on the night stand, hair falling over his eye as he bent down.
"Hot."
"That you definitely are." He replied, and you could see the corner of his lips twitch like he's suppressing a smirk. Always so proud of himself and his stupid flirting.
"Corny." You huffed, staying still as he removed the now lukewarm cloth from your forehead.
"You love it. Scooch over."
His hand pulled the covers back just enough for him to slide in next to you while you wriggled your way onto the other side of the bed.
"I'm gonna get you sick too..." You complained half-heartedly.
His arm is already slipping between your back and the mattress to pull you closer against his side, fingers curling around your waist.
"Don't care."
He reached towards the tray again with his free hand, picking up the cup of tea first and handing it to you, then the snacks. He opened one, and waited for the porcelain to leave your lips before holding up the sugary treat to it, waiting for you to take a bite.
Leon fed you and spoke quietly in an attempt to get your mind off of the pain and discomfort, his hand leaving your waist to come settle on the side of your head instead, thumb rubbing soothingly against your hair.
But the delirium soon had you rambling instead, slurring out anything that came to mind no matter how incoherent and stupid it was.
"But, likeâwould you attack me if you were infected? You love me, right?" You asked, voice muffled by your chewing.
"Baby," He huffed out a laugh through his nose, knuckles brushing against your temple. "If i was infected, i'd eat your heart first."
Your chewing stopped, your brows furrowing and your lips parting as your hazy mind processed his words. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find your confused state adorable.
"...Is that supposed to be romantic?" Your head tilted back against the headboard, glancing up at him like he's crazyâas if you're not the one asking ridiculous questions.
"It is, where i'm from." He shrugged, smirking down at you.
Your head lolled to the side, bumping against his shoulder. "You're weird." You mumbled, nose nuzzling against his bicep.
"You're dating me." He retorted teasingly, his palm warm against your scalp as he secured your head against him.
He could tell you were starting to get sleepy even as you kept mumbling incoherently, eyes blinking slow and breaths deepening.
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