Maybe you could write vendetta Leon coming home hungover, and reader comforts him?
smthn short and not beta read, I wrote this late at night when the idea wouldn’t leave my brain. so apologies if it sucks LMAO
Kitten Kisses
Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader ft. Matilda the cat
WC: 539
TW: mentions of drinking, mentions of alcoholism & recovering, but purely fluff and comfort.
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It was 11pm when you heard Leon's keys finally jiggle through the doorknob of your shared place. He stumbled in, closing the door gently— or at least he tried to be gentle— and let out a deep sigh. He wasn't aware that you were in the living room, waiting for him.
He began to slowly walk forward before he finally noticed you. You looked at him with those eyes. The soft ones. Those that sent him the signal that he isn't in trouble. You're only worried.
Leon frowned. "I'm sorry…" was all he was able to mutter out past his lips. "I didn't… I wasn't meaning to…"
He had been trying to go sober for a while now. You had been with him long enough to know when he was a light drinker, a heavier drinker, to an alcoholic. After a ruined vacation, he seemed to be really trying to drink less. Some days, he wouldn't do so well.
"How'd you get home?" You asked softly. You didn't want to startle him.
"Taxi." He mumbled.
You smiled. It was an assumption you already made seeing as you didn't hear the engine of his bike, the one he left with that morning. "Good. We can go pick up your bike tomorrow, okay?"
Leon nodded and took more steps forward, before he collapsed on the couch next to you. "I didn't mean to-"
"I know, Leon. I know," you reassured him as you raised your hand to run them through his hair. Soft. "Do you want me to help you get ready for bed?"
Leon sighed and shook his head, yet winced after it caused his head to slightly throb. "No, no… I can do that…"
As you pressed a kiss to his stubble cheek, you stood up. "I'm going to get you some water and ibuprofen. I'll meet you in the room, okay?"
Leon shook his head and stood up slowly after you. "I want… you to kiss me more…" he slurred slightly, yet his voice was so low and shy.
"Tilly is waiting in the room for you. I'm sure she'll make sure to give you many kisses while you wait for me."
Matilda— Tilly, for short— is the little black cat that followed Leon home one day. He didn't want to keep her, but she had basically claimed him as her own. You would sometimes tease Leon by saying that she was the real reason he wanted to go sober.
Leon smiled slightly. "I guess I'll take some kitten kisses… as long as you promise to give me more, too?"
You let out a small chuckle. He was definitely gone, but sober enough to know when to stop, to know to get a ride home, to accept the help when given to him. You were proud of how far he had come, despite the crash and disappointment in himself you knew he'd feel the next day. You just needed to make sure he was aware of just how strong he was.
"I promise."
Leon smiled and slowly made his way to the room. While getting him water, you could hear him mumbling to the cat, tiny laughs as she likely licked his face. You were so proud.
Genre : emotional, nightmare, scared leon, fluff? Comfort, badly written i am sorry, I am tired expect mistakes muah my lovies or babies
Pairings: leon x gender!neutral reader
"Please... stay..." Leon’s voice came out strained almost broken: as if it was even hurting him in whichever realm he was in, his voice was barely more than a whisper as he tossed restlessly beside you, though his eyes remained tightly shut. "Please..."
A fresh sheen of sweat coated his skin, dampening his hairs and soaking through the collar of his shirt.
After a beat of silence as he stayed still his breathing grew even more frantic, his brows drawning together in obvious distress.
Your heart twisted painfully against your ribs as if trying to dig its way out of your chest, when you see him like this, "Leon," you whispered immediately, reaching for him. "Hey... I'm here. I'm right here." You instinctively threaded your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him, trying to pull him back from whatever nightmare had trapped him.
But he didn't wake up, instead, he shifted again on his side, as a strained groan escaped him as his body tensed beneath the blankets.
God, you hated this. You hated seeing him like this. Hated how helpless it made you feel, knowing there was nothing you could do while nightmares held him captive.
You didn't know what he saw in those nightmares. All you knew was that he kept calling your name, clutching your torso mindlessly and pulling you tighter against him as if letting go would destroy him.
Even when pain stung through your body from the force of his grip, you never stopped him. You couldn't. Not when he held onto you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart; not when your heart barely held itself together when leon was like this.
And you hated every second of those dreams where he had to endure this alone. Hated whatever unseen thing haunted him enough to leave him trembling in his sleep, calling for you like he was afraid you'd disappear.
You wished you could tear those nightmares apart with your bare hands, annihilate whatever was hurting him, whatever had left wounds deep enough to follow him even into sleep.
But you couldn't. All you could do was hold him through it, whisper reassurances into the darkness, and feel utterly helpless every time another nightmare dragged him under.
"Please... don't..." Leon's voice cracked as he turned to your side wrapping his big arms against your waist. "Don't go..."
Your chest tightened all over again. “I won’t,” you whispered, your lips trembling as you said his name. “Leon... I’m here. I’m here forever.”
"I can't lose you..." His breathing hitched, as sweat dripped down his face onto the pillow, "Not you..."
A tear slipped from the corner of his closed eye. And that broke you. Without thinking, you moved even closer to him; lowering your hands and cradling his face against your palms. "Leon." His name came out trembling from your lips "You don't have to be afraid."
Another tear slipped free from his eyes, and your heart broke again; shattering itself in edged shards etching and stinging painfully in your chest and gently, you lowered your head and pressed soft kisses against his tears before they could disappear into his skin.
"Leon..." you whispered. You didn't know if he could hear you. You weren't even sure if the words could reach him through whatever nightmare had trapped him. But you said them anyway. "This nightmare... nothing in this entire world can separate me from you." Your voice dropped softer as you rested your forehead against his shoulder, your hand slowly trailing through his damp hair. "They can't separate what beats inside me. They can't separate what runs through my veins." A shaky breath escaped you. "And you, Leon Scott Kennedy..." Your fingers tangled gently in his hair. "You are the reason for my entire existence. Even my heartbeat doesn't feel like it's in my control when you're not near."
You leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against his hairs. "I love you." Your eyes closed as you held him a little tighter. "I won't go." Then you press another kiss onto his damp forehead. "Never." Then slowly you slide down your hand and hold onto his trembling fingers.
Just then, as if he had heard you, his entire body jerked awake. Leon shot upright with a sharp gasp, breathing hard, but you didn't let go.
Instead, you clung to him like a koala, your hands instinctively wrapped tightly around his arms.
As your eyes darted on him; his eyes were wild and unfocused, darting around the room in panic. For one horrible second, he looked completely lost.
Then as his finally adjusted to the darkness of the room his breathing started to slow and his eyes drifted downards as he saw your hands gripping his; and then his face tilted towards you and he saw the concern written all over your face. "Hey," you said softly your eyes softening. "It's okay."
Leon stared at you completely lost then, before he could spiral back into whatever fear had chased him awake, or speak anything else that would panic him; you cupped his face and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips.
The movement silenced him instantly and a soft exhale escaped him. When you pulled back, your forehead rested against his. "I'm not going anywhere," you whispered.
His eyes closed for a brief moment and relief washed across his face so visibly it hurt to see. Slowly, he opened his eyes and his hands found yours. "You promise?" Leon asked so quietly; and in a voice you didnt recognize for a moment that was his.
You nod and gently squeezed his fingers. "I promise."
Hearing that Leon finally relaxed under you and the tension slowly left his shoulders.
His breathing finally slowed and when he settled back down beside you, he pulled you tightly against his chest like he needed the reassurance that you were real.
This time, when sleep finally found him again, it came peacefully. You held him close, tucked securely against his chest, clinging to him as though you could shield him from every nightmare waiting beyond the dark.
Slowly, your breathing matched his, and as you comfortably held him against you; it felt as though your ribs were his and his were yours; and finally two heartbeats finally rested within the same quiet rhythm.
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