𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯. 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀.

[rotquiem]

A LOT CAN CHANGE IN A YEAR. OR A MONTH. OR A WEEK. OR ON A WEDNESDAY EVENING. LEON S. KENNEDY OF THE RESIDENT EVIL SERIES. SINGLE SHIP + EXCLUSIVE WITH @SINQUIEM.

written by adrian, twenty-seven, he/him.

i take bits of characterizations from the original and remake continuities, respectively. i also consider the cgi movies in my characterization some, though not in their entirety. similar to the games, because leon's characterization across the franchise can be a little inconsistent lmao.

patience is needed and appreciated when it comes to writing with me. i typically tend to operate on bursts of activity, often with unplanned breaks in between. i'm working and going to school at the same time, so i won't always have the energy to write/be around. i also go where the inspiration takes me.

i prefer to keep my following small for the reasons above, and just for comfort. i stumbled back into tumblr mainly for my fiancée but i am absolutely open to writing with other people! i love plots, and i love tossing leon into all kinds of scenarios, aus, and crossovers. please don't hesitate to reach out in dms if you have ideas!

yes, my leon is a trans man. don't bother getting in this space if you're gonna be a bigot.

single ship and exclusive with @sinquiem and her dante. dante is a pivotal character in leon's life since the very beginning and their history is not something i will stray from. he is a happily married man! ✌️

[rotquiem]

@starsacross' disappearance never sat right with him. never made sense. the answers he'd get from different parties never aligned with each other. like they didn't even care to keep the story straight, because what could someone like leon do? he was just a kid. the next generation of shinra's weaponry. he only needed to know what they wanted him to know. but the fact still stood, tall and imposing. a shadow that lingered even as he grew older. he was still a kid who lost his dad.

it's the first night of his defection. a night of many firsts, actually. one of which he slips out from under, a peck to his temple. " i won't be long, " he tells dante. whether he heard him or not, he couldn’t say. the man rolled over and snored in response. makes him smile. just like old times.

the door is shut behind him. so is the entrance to the inn, not long after. he figured vincent would be out here. and when he picks him out in the darkness — habit has him reach up. refasten the top button of his shirt as though he's a kid again, standing before his father. before he was sent off to training. makes him wonder if he remembers, too.

" so, " he starts, moving forward to stand at his side. " should i call you vincent now? " the perplexed looks from the rest of the party prompted this ask, of course. vincent doesn't look like he's aged a day after all. no gray strands in sight. leon certainly can't say the same.

[deloveusion]

sex is cool but have you ever heard the laugh of someone you love and felt like your entire heart was sent to heaven

[notmorbid]

the silt verses, pt. 5.

dialogue prompts from eskew productions' the silt verses.

you can't reason with a fanatic.

can it truly be an unkind thought, if it's honest?

if you were gonna shoot me, you could've done that already.

did you think i would be grateful?

there's no time to feel guilty about the things we cannot change.

you're making jabs, but you're not taking punches.

real courage only ever ends one way, right?

i want you there with your big ideas and your big heart.

you're safe, which is the important thing.

transparency: that's how a better world starts.

you know how i feel. you're probably sick of hearing about it.

there's not going to be any 'after', is there?

the rot creeps into everything.

do i sound ungrateful?

i have an entire litany of questions.

want to tell me how all of this happened?

i'm always ending up back where i started.

these days, i find myself lying all the time.

are you in the habit of holding grudges?

your accent sounds a little ______.

i am proud. you know i am.

if you didn't know, you should have known.

mothers are supposed to protect their daughters from the horrors of the world.

i remember very little of my life before.

i wanted to become something you could be proud of.

i could have changed for myself, but instead, i did it for you.

are you going to let me work?

i can still be useful.

stay right there. i won't be long.

focus on the words. tune out everything else.

we should have been safer here than anywhere.

you're meant to be resting.

this isn't a place for the living.

you're not as meek as you look.

you don't have an obligation to me.

i've got nowhere else to be. nowhere that matters.

you're someone i've held in my heart for a long time now.

a lot has happened to me since this.

i can tell there's something wrong.

your gaze keeps wandering to the doors and windows, like you're watching for something.

you keep muttering under your breath, but i don't think you're talking to yourself. are you?

you're just as tired as i am. just as frightened.

i'm not unstoppable. nobody is.

i'll try and live up to your example.

be careful. please. i think that's all i'm trying to say.

what's the opposite of a sacrifice? can't wait to hear your answer.

don't you dare reminisce.

you do like me, though?

you keep looking in the rearview mirror.

i have keys to everything.

to confess honestly is a rare opportunity.

you are a rotten thing.

i am not nothing.

i'm trying to decide if i've been here before.

nothing keeps its shape forever.

it's all just as it was.

go ahead and assume you're free to poke around.

only _____ calls me _____.

i think people should be kind to one another.

people aren't usually kind to me. they don't often like me.

i'm not much good at anything.

why do you insist on pitying yourself like that?

i didn't realize you were trying to be charming.

i don't want to play this game anymore.

i really don't know how you can be so chipper and confident all the time.

i just sound confident. it makes me feel in control. instead of adrift.

how would you even have heard about that?

i told you i wasn't brave.

you're not unkind. you care about people.

you were always braver than you realized.

hope is all we have.

[gojuo]

RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM (2026) dev. Capcom

[sinquiem]

in this line of work , rare is the hunter who escapes death; ever looming in their shadows , awaiting its time to collect a fresh soul. this life meant it was always kill or be killed — — — especially for humans. to still be breathing at all was a luxury , even in leon’s current state of being bandaged up in a hospital bed with heavy medications pumping through his veins.

the downturn of dante’s lips says more than his words could in this moment. what exactly was he supposed to say to this? ' — — — a few more? leon , you were on the brink of death. the nurse told me. ' offense bleeds into his vocals at leon's attempt at downplaying earned injuries. arms crossed tightly against his chest , thrown up in a huff , visible displeasure etched across features. ' you put me down as your emergency contact , dumbass. ' the words lack any real bite; if anything , he sounds tired ( and concerned. ) ' so , of course they were gonna call me. ' with the amount of medication flooding leon’s system right now , dante figures if he starts a little argument now , it probably wouldn’t even be remembered come morning.

still , frustration gnaws at him relentlessly. ' if you were outnumbered on a job , why the hell didn’t you call me? '

[rotquiem]

job gone wrong. brink of death. all means the same. " i put you down as my emergency contact? " — oh, right. he did do that. spur of the moment thought process last time he was sent here. wasn't putting his dad's number as his emergency contact, that was for damn sure ( and the number for the shop is the only one leon has memorized by heart ). the injuries he sustained were far less severe, thankfully, if memory serves. probably why the nurse didn't feel the need to contact dante that time around.

whatever they put in his iv is working overtime. the pain's already shifted into a dull ache. breathing is steadier. his head lolls to one side. he draws his fingers in, curling into the top of his palm. stretches them out a few seconds after. like he's trying to gauge the level of sensation.

he can tell dante's frustrated with him, even though his brain feels like it's been squished flat by a hydraulic press. or the skull of a demon, since he seems to be a magnet for the types that have a penchant for headbutting as of late. " i went in expecting a few demons. the client decided not to tell me it was actually a goddamn swarm of 'em. i lost my phone in the middle of it, and the client bailed on me. " it's not his smartest move, trying to sit up just a little. get a better look at dante. less fluorescent light in the way. " — but it turned out fine. i had it, dante. "

[rotquiem]

" siblings, huh. " the information has him lean back in his seat. looks like @erebuself's first peek into his lineage provided more questions than it did answers. a known staple of siegfried, of course. to leon, anyway. he always left a conference with much of the same whenever the man was in attendence. " … you know any of them? "

[rotquiem]

this is leon's cat in xiv. yes, his name is bingo. yes, he's real. and yes, dante gave him the ( faust ) hat and bandana as a loan.

[rotquiem]

@stopmeteor's older now. can hold a weapon in her hands without completely falling over. he tries not to think about it, what he sees when he looks at aerith. his own hands out, a metal rod offered to her smaller palms. how he remembers the first time his father put a weapon in his hand. lightweight, handgun custom-made for a boy only twelve years of age. leon called her matilda. sentiment has no place in a turk's repertoire ( well, ex turk ), but he kept her nonetheless. thing's long gone by now.

" try this one on for size, " looks like this one might suit her best, he thinks. " think it'll work? "

[sinquiem]

' well , now you gotta tell me ... ' leant forward , but his smirk does nothing to favor him and his endeavor to hear tales of their past. ' how bad was it? ' / @rotquiem

[rotquiem]

" aren't you nosy. " well. at least dante was kind enough to share some of his stash before pushing the topic. the bottle is cold in leon's hand. a stark contrast to the rest of him. rivulets of sweat dripping off bare skin. the ceiling fan whirling above them does little to help. can't quite cool him off. the tale he's about to tell, though. might get him what he needs. " he was … nice, i'll give him that, " he takes a swig. " but that's about all i can give him, because he was terrible in setting the mood. knew how to talk a big game, though. " all the right things to say. none of the execution. " guess talking a big game doesn't translate to being good in bed. who would've guessed. "

[rotquiem]

I want to write up an actual timeline re: Leon's transition but just know it wasn't linear and he didn't feel truly at home in his body until his 40s 💔

[bunney]

*takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle* my day was fine

[rotquiem]

two years have gone. almost to the date: when an elaborate plot had the president infected. when leon had to put him out of his misery by a pull of the trigger. it sticks with him still. hits him when he's called to the oval office. hits him now, sitting in the same seat benford probably sat in, he's sure, while conducting interviews for potential candidates. bright-eyed hopefuls for the dso, he'd tell leon. our next generation against bioterrorism.

hopefuls they are, indeed. shows in their handiwork. in the targets marked with bullet holes in all possible weak points. in the dummy tucked in the corner, a knife lodged in its would-be ribcage. but none have managed to truly stand out. seems his colleagues have noticed, too. he runs a hand through his hair, list in hand. the name of the last interviewee is crossed out, and his gaze picks out the name beneath it. @braskide, yuna. the name doesn't ring any bells. must be a newer recruit. his eyes flit up at the doorway.

" send her in. "

[rotquiem]

i'll stay right beside you the whole time.

his forearm feels numb. if he curls his fingers into the palm of his hand, jab his nails into the skin. maybe he'll regain some sensation — even if pain's the most likely response. it's what he remembers a little too distinctly. like it was yesterday. like he was still cooped up in a none-too-comfortable hospital bed, wound vac wrapped tightly around the site. like the site itself had been bashed in with a sledgehammer, and not even the strongest meds could completely dull the persistent ache.

it's been weeks now, and that level of pain has come and gone. still sore of course. but it's comparatively manageable. he's been through worse after all. in fact, his temporary relegation to desk duty might be the worst of them all.

the graft's healing nicely, at least. at least he can spend more time at home. at least he's not going through this leg of the journey alone.

leon's head lifts at dante's voice. his expression must have betrayed him. must have looked far away. prisoner to his thoughts, as he often is. makes him wonder how long he's been staring. can't have been too long, he thinks; dante would have none of that. over a decade of marriage'll do that. " yeah? " it's posed as a question, but they both already know the answer. the inflection in his voice shows it, too. his face softens. he reaches for one of his hands. " i know. "

[sinquiem]

incoherent grumbling under breath wouldn't go unnoticed , surely. as he stretches again , arms lift overhead , joints crack in sequence as he twists his body loose. the sounds of it all fills the room alongside leon’s own movements , the shop echoing , like it's waking up with them. ' you know i don’t do anything quick , ' he mutters while a smirk begins to settle upon his features once more , ' i like takin’ my time. ' a glance over his shoulder , half-lidded gaze following the other's form. ' and i happen to know you prefer it that way. '

at the mention of lady , he may have disregarded the comment entirely , waving it off without showing the slightest bit of concern. years of debt , years of gigs , years of arguments ... he and lady have a history that cannot be disrupted. this is what it was. ' yeah , yeah. well , she’s the one who woke me up , so she can deal with it. ' he’s already moving , feet hitting the floor as he starts gathering scattered clothes from wherever they landed the night before. ' so , ' he says with his smirk transforming into a grin sharpening at the edges. ' when’s that vacation you promised me ? '

[rotquiem]

he's got him there. leon does prefer it that way. thrives from it, actually. loves how detail-oriented dante is. how their moments of intimacy have no time limit. the evidence is written plain across his body. so is the smirk he gives him in return, " guilty as charged. " realistically, they're not leaving the shop for a while. not for another hour, at least. " i only told her we'd be there soon. i don't know about you, but my definition of 'soon' changes when it comes to you. " good thing he didn't give lady a specific time. the woman likely expects the worst out of them anyway, if he had to guess.

he watches dante while he moves. his gaze lingers longer than it probably should. all these years; it never gets old. dante ages gracefully. like a fine wine. leon's the lucky one who gets to experience it.

his attention shifts to the pile strewn about on his side of the bed. an arm stretches out to scoop up the remaining clothes. " i put in for it, " he goes through them, one by one. his jeans are thrown over one shoulder, " if all goes well, we'll be home free starting next month — and i'm leaving my damn phone here. " he doesn't want a repeat of their last attempt at a nice vacation.

[rotquiem]

"fear can be a good thing. it means you’re facing down a demon." - also from freaky fear man elias :)

" you know, you keep showing up like this, i'm gonna start thinking you're flirting with me. i am married. " he knows what's coming. again. how many times does that make this — two, three? and he can't do a damn thing about it. leon knows it. elias knows it too. obviously. he must be an easy target for him. after all, the trauma's practically handed to him on a silver platter. and the platter is interestingly shaped. a human heart combined with a human brain.

he reaches for his flask. the very same that dante gave to him not too long ago. another vacation interrupted. now to a greater extent. " can i at least finish my drink? think i'm owed that much. "

[rotquiem]

The older Leon gets, the more he's like his adoptive dad and I think that's both really sweet and really sad