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millimeraki

I screamed

"You're gonna do great."

// oneshot

pairing: re4r! leon x gender neutral! reader

summary: Leon meets your mom for the first time, a nervous mess. He eventually warms up and passes the 'good boyfriend' test, ending in your mom loving him.

warnings: none!

word count: 874

note: my first ever fanfic!! English isnt my first language so please forgive any grammar errors or anything like that, I wrote this at 2 am off of red bull💔

Leon had faced all kinds of messed up shit in the past—bioweapons, cultists, and things that didn’t even have names. So how come none of that compared to knocking on your mom’s front door?

He stood there for a moment longer than necessary, his hand hovering mid-air as he exhaled through his nose like he was preparing to massacre a whole room of zombies.

You gently took his hand, holding it reassuringly.

"Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Leon. She’s gonna love you, I promise.”

You gave him a soft, reassuring smile, your fingers still intertwined with his.

He sighed, squeezing your hand. “I just don’t want to say the wrong things, you know? I mean, what if, because I’m an agent, she thinks I’m some sort of danger to you… or a bad influence?”

You let out a small chuckle. “Baby… you’re gonna be fine. You’re the most charming man ever, and I’m sure my mom would 100% agree with me.”

You gently cupped his face and kissed him softly. You could feel Leon physically melt into your touch, his tension easing almost instantly.

When you pulled away, you looked up at him with a smile. “C’mon, let’s go before my mom thinks we died in a car crash or something.”

Leon chuckled, giving your hand one last squeeze before letting go to knock on the door, his other hand holding a bouquet of flowers for your mom.

After a couple seconds of Leon tidying himself up, the door swinged open.

“Hi, Mom!”

Your mom beamed, pulling you into a hug before her eyes landed on Leon. There was a split second—just a second—where she sized him up. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed nicer than usual but still unmistakably… Leon.

“And you must be Leon.”

He straightened slightly, offering a polite smile. “Yes, ma’am. It’s really nice to meet you.”

Oh no. The ma’am.

You winced.

But instead of reacting badly, your mom smiled wider. “Well, aren’t you sweet..."

"Oh and these are for you." Leon said, offering her the flowers.

Your mom's eyes brightened even more (if that was even possible), taking the flowers from him.

"Awh, these are absolutely adorable, thank you, Leon! Come on in!"

Leon took your hand in his again, he then shot you a subtle glance as he stepped inside, like Did I do okay? and you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

The house smelled amazing—warm, comforting, something simmering that made Leon’s stomach quietly remind him he hadn’t eaten all day.

“You can put your shoes there,” your mom said, gesturing. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Thank you,” Leon replied, carefully toeing off his shoes like he was entering sacred ground instead of just… your childhood home.

You leaned closer to him as you walked toward the dining room. “You’re doing great,” you murmured.

“I feel like I’m being evaluated,” he muttered back.

“You are.”

He exhaled through his nose. “Fantastic.”

Dinner started off surprisingly normal.

Your mom asked Leon about his job.

You held your breath.

“It’s… government work,” Leon said smoothly.

You nearly choked on your drink trying not to laugh.

“Government work?” your mom echoed, intrigued. “That sounds important.”

“It can be,” he said, modest but careful. “Mostly paperwork.”

That was so wildly untrue you had to kick him lightly under the table.

He didn’t react—just took a calm sip of water like he wasn’t actively lying through his teeth.

“Oh, I’m sure there’s more to it than that,” your mom said knowingly, giving him a look that said I see you.

Leon smiled politely, but there was a flicker of something softer there. “Maybe a little.”

Halfway through dinner, something shifted.

Maybe it was the way Leon complimented the food—earnestly, not just to be polite. Or how he offered to help clear the table without hesitation. Or the way he kept glancing at you, like he was making sure you were okay, like you were the center of his gravity even here.

Your mom noticed.

Of course she did.

“So,” she said casually, drying her hands as Leon stood beside her at the sink. “How long have you two been together?”

Leon paused just slightly before answering, like he wanted to get it right.

“A while,” he said. Then, softer, more certain: “Long enough to know I’m really lucky.”

Your heart did something embarrassing and dramatic in your chest.

Your mom looked at him—really looked at him this time—and whatever she saw seemed to settle something.

“Well,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips, “I can tell they're happy with you.”

Leon’s expression softened completely. “They deserve to be.”

You had to look away before you combusted on the spot.

Later, as you stood at the door saying goodbye, your mom pulled you into a quick hug.

“I like him,” she whispered.

Relief flooded you so fast it made you dizzy. “Yeah?”

“He’s a good one,” she said, giving you a knowing look. “Don’t mess it up.”

“Hey—!”

She just laughed and turned to Leon.

“It was lovely meeting you.”

“The pleasure was mine,” Leon said, warm and sincere.

And when the door closed behind you both, you turned to him with a grin.

“What did I tell you? She likes you.”

Leon let out a breath like he’d just completed a mission. “That was more stressful than anything I’ve done this week.”

You laughed, nudging his arm. “Oh please, you did great.”

He glanced down at you, a small, fond smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a quiet moment, soft and full.

Then—

“...You did call her ma’am, though.”

Leon groaned. “I panicked.”

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witchsamlizzie

With those arms, he can do anything he wants to me.

winnie-daze

Like daughter, like father or something like that

shymoob

Saw this mod and had to draw it

grawly

sdnik0

BY THE WAY, THIS WAS HER FIRST EVER VOICE ACTING ROLE.

Grace Ashcroft is Angela Sant'Albano's only credited role, at least her only voice acting role. She came out fucking SWINGING.

lilacgrayskies

re9 leon is the only time I'll unironically use the word "sexy" cuz there rly is no other way to describe that man

lilacgrayskies

☁︎⋅ re9 leon as a husband (continuation of this)(i'm so brain rotted)

∞︎︎ husband!leon who loves being married. it’s the only sense of normalcy in his chaotic life.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who quietly takes care of the little things without mentioning it. the trash gets taken out, the fire alarm batteries get changed regularly. he forgets to water the plants though (he’s killed every plant he’s ever had). he’s also weirdly good at fixing things around the house because of the puzzles he had to deal with on his missions.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who’s always touching you. arm around your shoulder at movie night, hand on your lower back when walking, foot brushing against yours at dinner. it’s a subtle way he reassures himself that you’re here, you’re with him.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who reaches over you to grab something from the cabinet. he’ll deliberately press his front against your back, letting you feel all his muscles and taut skin. “you alright, beautiful?” he mumbles, kissing your temple, feigning innocence over his effect on you.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who refuses to live in a house with a basement. after the events of raccoon city, he associates basements with umbrella labs. if there’s any situation (at a family’s house or something) where he has to go into a basement, you can see his shoulders tense up and his eyes grow sharp. he knows there’s nothing bad down there, but he likes to be prepared.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who, if you ever mention bingo, he’ll just go “where’s everyone going? bingo?” and he’ll have a proud look on his face. you don’t know why he does that.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who checks the weather every morning and reminds you to take a jacket

∞︎︎ husband!leon who gets annoyed at horror movies, especially zombie movies. he’ll point out the inaccuracies of the zombie designs and how stupid the main characters act. eventually, he gives up and starts kissing your neck so you can do something more stimulating than watching this slop.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who checks the locks before bed every night. your home is the safest and most secure place, he made sure of it. knowing that you’re safe while he’s away on a mission gives him peace of mind.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who will carry you to bed every single time. whether you fell asleep in the car, on the couch, in the office. he’ll lift you up in his strong arms, no complaints or teasing. if you protest, he’ll chuckle beneath his breath. “c’mon, sweetheart…bed,” he says softly.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who pretends to help you in the kitchen. he’s trying to cut some vegetables but he keeps holding the knife like he’s in combat. you’ll chide him, “Leon, you’re supposed to be cutting the vegetables.” “I am,” he retorts. “you cut one,” you giggled. “quality over quantity,” he smiles.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who subconsciously pulls you closer when you’re asleep. his body recognizes not feeling your warmth so he’ll seek it. if he goes too long without you, he’ll wake up and search for you with sleepy eyes.

masterlist

{dividers from @/cursed-carmine}

lilacgrayskies

☁︎⋅ re9 leon as a husband (inspired by this lol)

∞︎︎ husband!leon who is loyal to the core. the day he met you was the day he knew he was going to devote his entire life to you.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who still flirts with you even after 20, maybe even 30 years of being together. you could be watching a movie together and he’d just be staring at you, admiring you. when you asked if something was wrong, he’d respond with something like “just wondering how I ended up marrying someone so beautiful.” you’d giggle and remind him, “well, you’re the one who proposed.” he’d give you a soft smile, one only reserved for you. “best decision I ever made.”

∞︎︎ husband!leon who buys the most expensive version of the simplest things. t-shirt? $250. oh, but it’s 100% long staple cotton. kitchen knives? easily a few grand. because a dull knife is more dangerous than a sharp one. he even buys you organic, high end pads/tampons that don’t have any dyes or chemicals in them.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who’s quick to act when it comes to protecting you. when walking through a crowded street, he’ll hear a loud crash nearby. before you can react, he’s already gently guiding you behind him. his hand slides into yours, squeezing it softly as you keep walking.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who comes home late and meets you in the dark kitchen, only illuminated by the overhead light of the stove. his eyes are tired and shoulders heavy, exhausted by the things he saw. but just the sight of you makes everything feel a little lighter.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who pulls you in for a particularly tight hug before and after a mission. before, to remember you. the curves of your body, the smell of your skin, the warmth of you pressed against him, just in case it’s the last time. after, to ground himself. to remind himself who he’s truly fighting for.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who teaches you self defense. in an unfortunate scenario where there’s an outbreak and he’s not there, he wants you to be able to handle yourself. but not without a little fun, of course. you’ll be in the living room as he’s teaching you how to break out of a hold. clumsy and inexperienced, you end up on the floor with him above you. “if I was a zombie, I could eat your brains out right now,” he said, an unimpressed look on his face. “I got something else you could eat out,” you smiled.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who you never really argue with. he listens, he’s patient, and he’d never let you walk away angry. “I understand you’re upset and I’m sorry. You’re the most important thing to me, and I don’t want this hanging over us.”

∞︎︎ husband!leon who’s good with kids. whether they’re yours or a family members’, he’s always their favorite. the babies fall into a slumber easily in his strong arms. the toddlers who climb him like a jungle gym. the kids who beg to be swung around. the preteens who fail to conceal their smiles at his dry humor. even the teens, who think he’s so cool because of his weaponry.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who gets hit on at the grocery store. he chuckles, feeling flattered (but he’s a one lady type of guy). but he’ll let them down easy, casually saying “I’m getting these for my wife” or making sure his wedding ring is in view. if they’re really persistent, he’d shut it down respectfully.

∞︎︎ husband!leon who secretly loves being little spoon :3

masterlist

{dividers from @/cursed-carmine}

lsklvr

POV: LEON'S PASSENGER PRINCESS Footage by eikonicbunny

m6cabre

glasses.

leon kennedy x wife!reader — reader wears glasses

when they had first met, she was the only one who had worn glasses. she was blind as a bat without those damn things, and she never got contacts because she despised having her fingers so close to her eyes. her grew used to seeing those tortoise shell frames on her pretty face.

during the winter, they'd fog up, and she'd giggle as he wiped them, saying he was like a windshield wiper. he'd chuckle softly and kiss her forehead carefully, shoving the frames back up her nose.

now, he needed them. not always, but he needed them to read. when he wasn't on missions, he was doing paperwork, so reading was a daily occurrence for him. he also still read the newspaper. she loved making breakfast and watching as he sat in his chair, wire-framed glasses sat low on his nose. she'd bring him his food and he peer over the glasses, setting the paper aside and setting his glasses on top of it.

she didn't know what it was about that salt and pepper stubble and the gray tone that had begun to mix with his blonde hair and those glasses, but they made her fall in love all over again.

"you look so handsome with your glasses on, y'know that, lee?" she asked as she laid beside him in bed. he was reading a section of his book.

"i look older with them," he corrected.

"no, you look sexy," she retorted, resting her head on his chest.

he raised a brow, a hand rubbing her back gently.

"you're strange, honey," he told her, shaking his head.

"you love me," she cooed.

"i do. i love you a lot," he murmured, pulling her up to kiss her softly.

she pulled back after a moment. he gently slid off his glasses and folded in the legs, setting them on the night. she slid hers off, handing them to him. he smiled softly, taking them. he folded the legs in and set them right beside his.

she scooted closer. she always did after she took off her glasses. she said it was so she could see him better. his arms enveloped her, keeping her body against his. she fell asleep after rambling sleepily about her day and what she planned to make for breakfast tomorrow. he stared at her for a bit, a soft smile on his face.

his vision was getting worse, he knew that. he glanced at the glasses again. maybe he'd wear them more and just say it was to put less strain on his eyes.