Something about Death Island! Leon kennedy showering his little girl in praises really gets to me like—
“hm? You like that, sweetgirl?”
He mutters lowly as his big veiny hands, calloused from years of hard work as a Gov.t Agent, The same Gov.t who couldn't give two fucks about his wellbeing, slithers down towards his sweetheart's soft tummy.
He playfully pinches the smooth flesh, soft fats dipping under his rough fingers, eliciting a sweet whine out of his darling's mouth. The sound's so soft, so docile, so innocent—just like his sweetgirl, all plaint and soft edges against his rough, battle-hardened ones, Immediately melting his grumpy, closed off exterior.
His fingers leisurely rub and caress the flesh in silent apology, as if trying to will away the slight redness that came from his doing. His chapped lips finds the crook of his darling's neck and peppers little kisses all over the delicate skin, wanting to deviate her attention from the little pinch.
He hums slowly, his stubble tickling her dainty flesh, prompting her to giggle delightfully, eyes all narrowed from the saccharine smile, full of vibrance and pure joy, that even the sun would shy away from the brightness. His sunshine
His eyes refuse to blink, still stuck to her youthful face, which is all contorted in happiness as she squeals softly the moment his fingers turn to tickle her sides instead. The candied sound s high pitched , like music to his ears.
She writhes and squirm against him, back pressed to his broad, muscular chest—his big arms, running with battle scars, keeps her pressed against him, caging her soft squirmy body, refusing to part from her just yet.
“my sweetgirl. Mine only”
“hmm so sweet, like honey.”
“always so eager to please daddy, aren't you?”
“wan' you to be mine forever, doll.”
“curling up on my lap like a little puppy. You are an eager little puppy for daddy. Aren't you? My sweet sweet puppy, I'm never letting go of you”
His gruff praises, that borderlines something deep, something darker—something that's almost yandere. Yet it never fails to put a smile on her face, so blissfully unaware of what he actually meant. All smiley faces and giggles, relishing in his love that's only there for her.
His love, so soft yet so dangerous at the same time, wrapping around her, engulfing her whole, enveloping her in a way she'd never find a way out. The love he displays is only the tip of the iceberg. If he had the freedom of exhibiting his love without scaring her, he'd done that the moment she came into his life like an angel.
Everything that was close to him was snatched away, everything that he called his own—taken away from his desperate grasp of wanting at least one thing to be his own. That's why, it'd not have been wrong g if he took her away and hid her from the rest of the world, only to be his and his alone.
But he won't do that. No. He loves his little girl too much to scare her like that. She's bubbly and sweet, always chatting up with everyone and everything, even trees. So No, he won't deprive her of anything that brings her joy, and that allows him to hear the honeyed voice talking about "pollination".
No matter how enormous the urge to keep her hidden is, he won't do that. He loves gazing at her smiley brightened face too much to want that.
both of ur leon x teacher reader say its gender neutral but use she her pronouns. it literally in the first paragraphs on the second part and at the end of the first part
OMG i'm so so sorry about this!!! i seriously don't know how i haven't ever noticed... i must've either copied my fic title section wrong, or changed it and forgot to edit. i've gone in and fixed them both, i hope i caught everything. thank you for pointing this out to me, and sorry if it ruined the read!
p.s. in the future if i ever slip up again, i encourage all readers not to hesitate to comment or send me a msg! - cat
leon kennedy’s heart wasn’t immune to love, after all.
character: leon kennedy (re9),
content: leon kennedy is canonically awkward around women, so here is my take on what it would be like for him to fall in love.
leon was fine with living alone. he was also fine with coming back to an empty home after each mission, not expecting anything — but that was until he met you. it caught him off guard, and he sure wasn’t even ready to fall for someone… not after decades of loneliness. but you were just… you. young, smart, funny — but most importantly, you loved life. and that was something leon found fascinating. it’s the way your mood would instantly brighten because of a sunny day, how you would take a deep breath, a gentle smile spreading on your lips, when you stepped outside in the morning, how you would enjoy the smallest things in life, grateful to be alive. to him, you were the light guiding him through the darkness, leading him to a brighter future.
but because leon’s brain doesn’t know the difference between fighting for his life and flirting with someone… things were a bit tricky for him. far from being a ladies man, he made terrible jokes, hoping some would eventually stick, and because you were someone that could be described as (very) easily amused… you would always laugh at them, anyway. and my god, your laugh… his one and only mission was to hear it again, and again. he’s awkward, doesn’t really get your flirtatious attempts because he’s old, a bit inexperienced in this field and he just can’t believe someone as pure as you would even be interested in him… but god does he try to be good enough for you.
one thing with leon, is that he will remember every single thing you say. your car is doing those weird noises when you drive? the very next day he’s standing there in front of your car, hood open, dirty hands digging in the mechanic. you mentioned your favorite flowers being peonies? soon enough there is a HUGE bouquet of peonies sitting in your arms, almost too big for you. you hate the cold? if he’s inviting you over, he’s setting his thermostat to 22° celcius to make sure his place will be warm enough for you — even if he, himself, prefers lower temperatures. he just wants to know everything about you: your hobbies, your favorite movie, your favorite book, what you like or don’t… and will memorize them all.
confessing to you was… challenging, to say the least. between the fear of being rejected, and the guilt of falling for someone much younger than him, leon felt like it was selfish of him to make a move, when you had your entire life ahead of you. but what he couldn’t see were the gentle glances, your hand pressing his ever so softly, the hope blooming in your eyes the closer the two of you get. so when he finally managed to gather enough courage to tell you about his feelings, it felt like the sun would never stop shining above you. it was clumsy, he would sometimes stutter over his own words because even if he is leon s kennedy the dso agent, he’s also very vulnerable and completely unfamiliar with opening up. but you were patient… as you always were. holding his hands with yours, thumbs gently rubbing the back of them, eyes never leaving his face. you didn’t try to rush him, didn’t cut him half sentence even if he was struggling… you just let him be. showing him you will always listen to him, that talking about his own feelings was more than alright. of course he told you about how he probably wasn’t the best choice, that you most definitely had dozens of men waiting for the smallest opportunities… and that made you laugh. because, again, he couldn’t see how in love you were with him, since the very beginning. his worries all vanished when your lips met his in a gentle kiss… right after telling him you waited for this very day for the longest time.
he’s grateful, too. so grateful to have you by his side — because you taught him how to live. going to the cinema, enjoying a dinner at a local restaurant, cooking a delicious meal, hiking in the mountains… so many things he forbid himself from doing, swallowed by the guilt of surviving when his partners, his friends, fell. more importantly, he now has something to fight for… someone to come back home to. and for the first time in forever, leon felt alive.
a/n: guys does this suck… i literally wrote and posted immediately i just had the thought and needed to execute it right away… but i hope you enjoy anyways 🖤
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thinking of your hot older neighbour, leon, who lives a few floors above yours and coincidentally has no wife nor kids, only one beautiful big brown husky that he walks every day before the sun even comes up. his dog is as lovely as he is, calm when people pass by, but on guard to those who could potentially pose a threat.
you have no idea what he does for work, only that he comes home at exactly 7pm in the same tight quarter zip that hugs his torso perfectly, and gloves too bulky to be used for warmth.
sometimes you take the elevator at the same time, and you secretly love when this happens. while you’ve never exchanged more than a “good morning” or “good evening”, you’d seen him enough to know that you found him very attractive.
your run-ins usually happened on sundays when he (presumably) has nothing else to do other than grocery shop, which is the time of week he seems to buy the same 4 things: a produce, a meat, a carton of eggs, and canned dog food.
one afternoon, you were just returning from errands. you had your headphones on, blaring your favourite song for the week, and you had no idea there was someone trailing you in the lobby.
come to the elevator, you press the ‘close door’ button and then your eyes meet your neighbour’s—he looks, offended? confused as to why you seem to be avoiding him riding the elevator with you, even though the truth couldn’t be further, you were simply oblivious to his presence.
he sticks his arm through the crack of the doors before you even fully register that it’s him, but he isn’t wearing his usual uniform. this time, his sleeves only go down to the middle of his forearm, whose veins stick out due to bracing for impact. in his other hand was a brown bag filled to the brim with you know what.
“‘scuse me,” he grunts.
you pause in panic. shit. i hope he knows i didn’t see him.
when the doors finally give way, he walks in and dusts his hand off on his thigh. he stands beside you, leaning forward and reaching for the “8” button. you catch a whiff of cologne that’s pleasantly unlike usual scents worn by a man his age. it’s not so deodorant-y, nor aquatic nor woody, rather it’s clean and could pass as gender neutral.
when you finally convinced yourself to say something, the elevator goes up in a jolt and you stumble to the side a bit, your leg knocking into his shopping bag. you instinctively grab onto his arm to balance yourself and you swear he reaches out for your back, bringing you to stability.
by the time you go to thank him, the door opens on your floor and you simply look at him with a sheepish smile to both acknowledge his help and apologize for getting… touchy. when you lock eyes, you see his gaze shift between something cordial and something fond, caught off guard by something more lovely than what was expected.
and unbeknownst to you, your neighbour leon had replayed that moment every single day until the next sunday morning, hoping and praying it would happen again.
⟢ basically romeo and juliet but if it was the “never a frown/golden brown” trend if that makes sense… idk how else to summarize it lol
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⟢ re4r imagined while writing this but any blond leon works, prob renaissance era but im not good w history unless there was a doctor who episode focused around the event but even then im still not good with it yet was at least entertained by it for a while
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⟢ knight!leon, princess!reader, major character death, sensitive topics, it’s basically romeo and juliet if u catch my drift, lots of angst, hurt no comfort, sad romance, literally never a happy moment in this forsaken fic, i’ve never written a story that takes place centuries ago so logic/language is prolly off, prolly historically inaccurate but im just a fic writer, no use of y/n, second-person, ur fictional dad sucks, minor laufey reference (blink and you’ll miss it), the guy ur involuntarily engaged to doesn’t suck but he’s kinda just there, claire redfield is here tho!!!, no happy ending, beta read by one of my best friends at 2am while she was sleep deprived :( (thank u rj ily!!)
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⟢ “never a frown” yea i lied srry yall r gonna h8 me.. also the song is fye pls listen to golden brown but the slowed version trust.. unless ur my sister and u h8 it :<
“You look beautiful, Your Highness,” your red-haired lady-in-waiting says as she makes some tiny adjustments to your wedding gown. Ever the attentive one.
Your reflection stares back at you, the elegant gown almost mocking. Not even almost, fully mocking. This is never the life you would’ve chosen for yourself, and everyone who truly knew you understood that. Your father, of course, did not. So when the rivaling kingdom wanted to make amends and exchange essential goods, he had given you a role as his bargaining chip.
Quite the man he is.
“I don’t feel beautiful, Claire,” you reply, your voice awful quiet. It wasn’t because you cared if your father heard you, heavens no. It was because of the sobs that threatened to burst from your throat. They nearly silenced your voice, and your lady-in-waiting understood that immediately.
She wished she could help you — she truly did. But it was out of everyone’s hands now. Not even your mother could stop the cold, harsh actions of your stern father. He was set on this deal, and would not free you from it. Of course you were unwillingly thrown into the mix. He did anything he could to get rid of you. It made sense.
Claire runs around the castle, obtaining anything and everything she needs to prepare you for the ceremony. Meanwhile, you sit in your lonesome quarters, praying for this nightmare to end.
A knock at the door — rhythmic and freeing. You automatically knew who it was. You two had customized it as your own special code after all.
“Come in.” More so a plea than permission.
There he is, your literal knight in shining armor. He carefully shuts the door behind him and immediately comes to sit by your side. His eyes focus on your dress, the delicate fabric and perfect color matching you so well. Deep in his heart, he selfishly wished that he was the one you would be married to.
It wasn’t necessarily forbidden, depending on the circumstances, but the deal was done.
“I don’t want to do this, Leon,” you spoke between gentle sobs, not daring to look at him with such sadness in your eyes.
Still, he carefully lifted your face so your gazes would meet. He wanted to see the face of the woman he loved, even if she had tears staining her soft skin. He gently caressed your cheek, tucking away a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I know you don’t, my love. I wish there was something we could do. Believe me, I’ve tried everything. Your father refuses to shift his decision,” the blond spoke, the sadness in his heart making its way to his voice.
You leaned into his embrace, holding onto him for as long as you could before you would part forever.
Mere moments after, Claire knocks on the door, alerting you that it’s time for you to go. You glance at the door for a second, before meeting your sad lover’s gaze. Your final goodbye ends with a sorrowful kiss, filled with the words you both wished you could say.
You part, and as Leon quickly heads down the halls to his place in the ballroom to act as security for the night, you follow Claire to meet with your parents before the ceremony begins. A small chat with your mother, yet no words to your father. You silently wished to never speak with him again, which was incredibly reasonable, all things considered.
“You know this is your duty as a royal member of our kingdom,” the stern man states, tone cold and harsh as always.
“Is it truly my duty to be your bargaining chip for a deal that will last no longer than the next few years?” you snap back, hatred seething through your voice. Your mother places a hand on your shoulder, a quiet plead for you to stop this “madness”, but you gently shake her off.
“I will not have my daughter acting foolishly! The deal is done and that is enough!” he shouts, his voice echoing throughout the halls. There’s a moment of silence before he speaks again, yet in a soft yet harsh tone. “You will marry Prince Edmond, and if you refuse… I will have you tried for treason.”
“Does he truly feel that way?” You didn’t even need an answer. You already knew.
“Treason” is what got your mother to eventually break. “That is no way to treat your daughter. Especially on her involuntary wedding day. You may be King, but that gives you no right to treat people like filth. Protecting your daughter was one of your duties, and you’ve failed.”
Your mother makes her way to the ballroom with your father in tow, and you wait before eventually leaving the room. You want to cry, pray that things would change, but there’s nothing anyone except your father could do — and he’s far too stubborn to listen to you.
You choose to not have your father walk you down the aisle, and instead walk alone. You step upon a platform beside your husband-to-be, whom you’ve never met, but he seems to like you. However, that seems to be the only positive in all of this. A terrible father, a silent mother, an arranged marriage to a man you’ve never met and a quiet yet strong yearning for a man you can no longer be with.
As the minister reads through everything, Leon stands across the room, his sorrowful eyes watching you through his silver armor. You look at him through the corner of your eye, and you know you share whatever he’s feeling. “Modern day Romeo and Juliet” was what Claire had called you two, and in this moment, that nickname made more sense than ever.
You fought tears, but when you glanced at Leon once more, one slipped down your cheek. You felt foolish to believe that you had a future in which you could choose whom you loved, only for that dream to be broken at the hands of your cruel father.
The whole ceremony felt like agony, and when it came to the vows, the knight wanted to fall and shatter into pieces. With a heavy heart, he would whisper vows he would no longer get to say to you. He can almost see an alternate future, filled with sweetness, laughter and unending loyalty. But that precious dream was shattered as soon as he’d faintly heard you say, “I do.”
He wished so badly that it was him. He would provide for you. He would fight for you. He would give up life and limb for you. He would do whatever it took to protect you.
But that wasn’t his job anymore.
You belonged to someone else now, and there was nothing he could do to change that.
That night, Sir Leon had fulfilled his duties for the last time. He had stared at the portraits he had painted and drawn of you, admiring them for as long as he could before writing a letter addressed to you, and silencing his beating heart with his silver blade.
He died thinking you would be able to read his last words, but you never got the chance to. For in the quiet quarters of Prince Edmond’s room, you had given yourself a similar fate. A letter to your true love, and a dagger to the heart.
Maybe now you would get to be together in the afterlife.
as per request of @jacobseedisbabygirl, a male reader version of this post!
leon will do whatever his sweet boy asks for so long as he is persistent enough. making him happy is the one mission he’ll have even after retirement. [text msgs]
p.s. although i myself am fem and write a lot of fem reader, my page welcomes any and all genders! 🖤
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