āman of action? what are you here to do, roundhouse kick my laptop?ā
RE9!Leon x wife!Reader
summary: it's Friday night at last. but instead of snuggling in bed, you are up late, exhausted, and struggling to finish a debrief report for work. luckily, your husband, Leon, knows just how to comfort you with his jokes, charm... and a kiss or two.
tags/warnings: domestic fluff, emphasis on fluff, playful banter, minor swearing
w/c: 2.2k
a/n: here is the one-shot as promised from my previousdraft drabble, and before time because i couldn't control myself hehe! enjoy playful domestic clingy leon who loves teasing you, but not before you get the last laugh ;) oh and did i mention FLUFF?
A deep sigh escapes your lips as you drag your fingers through your messy hair, raking back the stray locks that had slipped from behind your ears. You wearily rub your bloodshot eyes with the heels of your palm, sending neon spots darting across your vision. Making a mental note to buy those blue light glasses your colleagues attributed to saving their retina, you leaned back into your chair, urging the leather backrest to swallow you whole. Corporate desk jobs were a nightmare, especially when it involved last-minute paperwork that you can thank your boss for dumping on your shoulders. Of course, writing a thirty-page debrief report on a client meeting was your idea of top five Friday night fantasies, right next to doing the dishes and cleaning the toilet.
The air in your apartment's study seemed to ricochet the bitter undertones of your steadily deteriorating mood; the palpable tension settled like dust over the furniture. Your gaze swept across the oak desk before you, zooming in and filing away data on every strewn piece of your inventory like they were shrapnel of an IED.
Sheets of the report files, stained with circular rims of your morning breakroom coffee, were strewn everywhere like they were hit by a leaf blower. You squinted at the illegible scribbles of pen ink that peppered the page near your dominant hand, trying to decipher the tangle of the so-called "running notes" you had taken in today's meeting. A forgotten cup of espresso was flanked by a litter of crinkled chewing gum wrappers, glinting in the sterile glow of the half-completed report sitting idly on your laptop's screen.
The hours since you reached home at 10pm had passed by with a certain elasticity that normally accompanies a routine grumbling with dry monotony. You had dropped the car keys on the kitchen island and mechanically made yourself a cup of strong black coffee that would surely pass for a biohazard. Your preoccupied mind had barely registered a familiar figure that had stepped through the front door in gym attire, right as you were making a beeline to your home office, where you had been holed up since.
The metallic anger that had rippled over your clenched jaw on the drive home had now been sanded down to a dull irritation that had settled over your bones like a malaise. "Why couldn't my stupid boss have just given me this work on Monday, top priority my ass", you hissed resentfully under your breath, picking up the neglected coffee for a much-needed dose of caffeine.
The acidic bitterness of burnt coffee grounds instantly greeted you, much to your chagrin. A grim scowl splashed across your face, your nose involuntarily scrunching in animated disgust as you swallowed down the inky sludge. Setting the mug down with more force than necessary, you continued to shoot daggers at the blinking cursor that mocked your state of exasperation.
Echoing the sentiments of a petulant teenager, you furrowed your brows in anger and pouted defiantly at the screen. "If this report were a person, which would make it equivalent to my boss," you muttered broodingly to the text ahead of you," I would have tied it to a chair, laughed while I dowsed it in kerosene and set it on-"
"Seems that report writing has finally made you contemplate arson as a professional career choice, huh sweetheart?" a deep baritone chuckled from behind you, rumbling across the room like midnight waves crashing over a rocky shore. Caught red-handed in the middle of your criminal schemes, you froze momentarily before swiftly recovering your composure, straightening your stiff back into a playful mask of innocence.
"Accusing one of resorting to violent tendencies over paperwork seems hypocritical coming from you, Mr. Kennedy", you countered deftly as you gathered the scattered papers into a loose pile. Your gaze flickered across your shoulder, tracking the casual grace with which Leon leaned against your doorframe. A breathy laugh slipped past his lips as he threw his arms up in mock surrender.
āHey, I wonāt confirm or deny those allegations. But if I may defend myself, your honorā, he drawled on, trying and failing to maintain an air of diplomatic stoicism, āIām a man of action, and notā¦ brain-eating bureaucracy." Choosing to ignore the not-so-subtle snort that you let slip, Leon took a dramatic pause before pushing himself off the doorframe with a cool grace. "Therefore, I am well equipped to help accelerate the pace of your work", he hummed, his voice trailing off like an afterthought, "perhaps offer tips on how to cut corners, tell your boss that our dog ate your report, etceteraā¦"
You swivel around in your chair, planting your bare feet on the floor as you lock eyes with his steely blue ones. The flecks of jade in his irises twinkled in the amber glow of the overhead light as he eyed your disheveled state in all its glory. Frowning at the unabashed smirk pulling at his lips in amusement, you narrowed your eyes as he slowly sauntered forward in calculating steps. "Man of action? What are you here to do, roundhouse kick my laptop?" you scoffed back at him.
He silently scratched his salt-and-pepper stubble in exaggerated contemplation, then offered, with a light wave of his hand, "Well, I mean, if it means you can come to bed now, I wouldn't mind-"
"Leon Scott, you lost your right to talk about sleep the moment you decided to go to bed while I was literally dying with paperwork two rooms away," you shot a glare at him as you thrust your index finger accusatorially in his direction. Leon froze like a deer caught in headlights, still two strides away from reaching you.
"Sleeping! Wha- Me?! I was not-" He opened his mouth to protest further, but shut it abruptly as he noted the way your stare swept up and down his attire. Whatever half-baked excuse he had formulated along the lines of how he was busy rearranging the fridge for the last two hours went out the window as he glanced down at himself. A faded old Metallica t-shirt you gifted him a few years ago hung loosely over his broad chest, paired with navy blue flannel pajama bottoms that pooled at his ankles.
Leon looked back up at you, a mild confusion written between the crow's feet at the edge of his eyes. Surely, you couldn't have concluded that he had fallen asleep by looking at his pajamas, I mean, he could have just been lounging around in them for all you knew.
The austere faƧade you tried to hold up crumbled the moment you beheld the lost puppy expression splashed across his face. You laughed gently before raising your eyebrows at him. "Honey, next time, maybe brush down your hair a little if you want to sell the whole 'I was wide awakeā point," you quipped lightly with a wink. Leon blinked twice, brain stuttering as he caught up with your words. A perplexed "huh" slipped out of him quietly, and thatās when he caught his reflection off a nearby window pane out of the corner of his eye.
Surely enough, it looked like a Category 5 hurricane had barreled right through his hair in three different directions all at once. His fine dirty-blonde locks, threaded with tendrils of silver, stuck up disjointedly in every angle available. The signature curtain of hair that normally framed his angular features was now matted backwards, revealing a faint row of wrinkles lining his forehead. He must have face-planted himself while he was asleep. How charming.
Leon's mouth parted in silent disbelief at his own lack of attention to detail. The same man who had survived multiple virus outbreaks, killed bioweapons ten times his size, stared death in the eye more times than he can care to count. Betrayed by his own hair. He stared at himself, dumbfounded, catching the fit of giggles you were trying to stifle as you clutched your shaking stomach.
"I mean, maybe I was trying out a new hair routineā¦ kids like to keep it edgy these days, you know-", he fumbled hopelessly, looking akin to a kid caught with his hand stuck in a cookie jar. His eyes pleaded with your amused ones in the window's reflection. Reveling in your husband's egregious last-ditch attempts at saving himself, you tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow that seemed to say "Really?".
Leon's head fell forward as he let out an ancient sigh through his nose. One of his hands now moved to scratch the back of his neck, while he shoved the other deep in his pocket with an awkward nervousness. āAlright, Sherlock. You win. Guilty as charged,ā he huffed, a sheepish grin toying at his lips.
And in that moment, the exhaustion in every listless bone of your body dissolved into clouds of tiny butterflies that fluttered the way your stomach did when you first saw Leon all those years ago. Despite the maps of scars that charted his body and the rays of wrinkles that creased his eyes, he looked just like when you were young. Heart on his sleeve, boyish charm twinkling in his eyes. Eyes that now softened as he read every thought that lingered by the rims of your own.
A silky silence draped like gossamer around your bodies, enveloping you and Leon in a quiet completeness. The kind that comes from years of learning the way his breath changes when heās looking at you, or the way your body subconsciously leans towards him ever so slightly when he enters a room. The cursor continued blinking, the coffee grew a few degrees colder, and time came to a standstill as you slowly stood up from your chair. A numb ache shot through your legs at the sudden movement, as your knees buckled from sitting hours on end.
Before you could even grip your armrest to break your fall, Leon had already crossed the room. His solid hands fell to either side of your waist with steady purpose as he held you up, thumbs pressing reassuringly over your clothed hipbone. You braced yourself against him as you gripped his forearms, feeling the corded muscles flex beneath your palms. The grounding pressure of his touch elicited a soft sigh of pleasure from your lips, as Leon dipped forward to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. "I've got you, sweetheart", he murmured, hot breath pooling over your cool skin as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your clavicle. Eyelids fluttering, you melt into his solid frame like a candle near the sun, a quiet moan escaping your parted lips.
Your fingers find his hair, and Leon groans deeply as you gently drag your nails through his scalp, combing through the tufts of sleep hair. You hum in quiet content as you inhale Leon, filling your lungs with the lulling scent of cedar spice and a lingering hint of gun oil that he can never seem to wash off. He presses his body into yours, grip tightening on your hip as you coax the last rebellious strand of his hair back to normalcy. āThere we goā, you whisper, lightly tousling his hair again with affection, āBut in hindsight, I should have taken a picture of that rockstar hairdo of yoursā¦ could have framed it for our living room.ā
Leon barked out a hearty laugh, thoroughly satisfied with his punishment. He finally lets go of you, just enough to cocoon you back into his chest, his warmth permeating through every fiber of your being. "Just shut up, Y/N," he murmured against your hair. You pinched his stomach in response.
Just then, the faint beep of your reminder alarm cut through the room, ripping you out of Leon's arms and thrusting you back into a world of debriefs and paperwork. The whiplash surged through you, and you groaned into Leon's chest before twisting back to face the damned laptop. Prickles of irritation coursed down your back as you snarled at your opponent, fully ready to take Leon's advice from earlier and chuck it out of your apartment window.
Right before you could do anything you would regret on Monday, Leon quickly pulled you back against his chest. He wraps his sturdy arms around your shoulder, his thick veins brushing your neck. With your back pressed against him, and his chin resting on the crown of your head, you let his weight ground you from any irrational thoughts. You lean back into him and sigh, as you both eyed the laptop like you were preparing to take down a nemesis.
After a few minutes, the weathered cadence of Leon's deep voice crooned, "How about I sit right here with you, and we'll finish this report together, submit itā¦ and then we can run this stupid laptop over with the Porsche?"
You felt a smirk toy at your lips. "Deal. Oh, and how about a "go fuck yourself" email to my boss, just to round it all off?"
Leon chuckles and presses a lingering kiss to the side of your head. "Whatever you want, sweetheart. Whatever you want."
thank you so much for reading y'all! i had this in the works for a while; the drabble (linked so you can check it out!) from earlier was completed like three weeks ago, and i had already started reworking it into this. i was nervous about publishing this oneshot directly, so i put up the messy drabble first. honestly, i was blown away by the responses, so i just had to treat you guys again xD
i had so much fun writing this one ^flashbacks to me curled up in my chair, giggling at my own laptop like a 15 year old lovesick teen^. and as for his outfit, i just thought we should let the poor man wear baggy clothes and get all cozy! i feel like leon would be the kind of man to be playful around his wife, and then proceed to cuddle her cause he's soft like that. or maybe i'm just so down bad for this man :}
hope you caught the few RE references i sprinkled here and there ;)
as always, feedback is welcome in the comments! thank you for all the love and support xx
summary: you are tired and up late on a Friday night, trying (and failing) to finish a presentation for your boss. luckily your husband, Leon, arrives at the scene to offer you his support and comfort :)
w/c: 722
tags/warning: fluff, just pure unadulterated fluff, domestic RE9!Leon x wife!Reader
a/n: this is my first time writing fanfic, and this cute drabble was a natural extension of my own irritation of staying up late with work and wishing for a leon kennedy to magically appear in my doorway hehe. this was written with re9 leon in mind, but you can imagine it with any leon of your liking!
IMP NOTE: this drabble was actually the original rough "draft" i used to loosely base my main, longer, ( more loaded ;) ), one-shot: The Pleasure of Your Company (link).
recommended to check that out before/after reading this!
A deep sigh escaped your lips as you ran your fingers through your hair in exasperation. Your gaze swept across the catastrophe that was your desk. Papers strewn haphazardly across the oak table, crinkled chewing gum wrappers littered next to a forgotten cup of coffee, and laptop screen alight with a presentation that seemed unwilling to complete itself. 12:57am. The digital desk clock flashed, unbothered by the despair of the woman slumped in the chair before it.
Frustration that had sanded down into fatigue had settled like fuzzy static over your stiff back. "Why canāt my stupid boss finish his own presentation?" you hissed under your breath, picking up the now-cold coffee. The bitter taste instantly greeted your dull senses, sweeping across your tongue. Wincing as you swallowed down the sludge of three-hour-old coffee, you resumed your current task of shooting daggers at the blinking cursor mocking you from the safety of a screen. A grim scowl plastered across your face, echoing sentiments similar to that of a petulant teenager.
"Presentation still sawing at your sanity, sweetheart?" chuckled a deep baritone voice from behind you. A grumble of agreement slipped through your now pouting lips as you swiveled your chair back to face the source of the husky voice that carried the weathered cadence of a stormy sea.
A tall, well-built figure clad in grey sweatpants and a faded Metallica t-shirt leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely over his broad chest. A faint smirk tugged at Leon's lips as he eyed your disheveled state with amusement in his greyish blue eyes. "Looks like someone's seriously deliberating murder right now", he quipped as he pushed himself off the doorway and slowly sauntered forward with a casual grace, well aware of the waves of frustration rolling off his wife.
You cocked your head and shot a glare at him. "Shut up, sleeping beauty", you retorted dryly, the ghost of a smile already threatening to expose your faux annoyance at him. Before Leon could catch a glimpse, you peeled your eyes off him and turned your chair back ahead. Your gaze returned to the screen as the bright light seared through your eyeballs.
Before you could spit out another bitter remark, probably about how you were going to shoot your boss into space, you felt the soft pressure of a kiss on the crown of your head. "How about I sit with you and help you out by offering my unsolicited input?" Leon murmured, voice muffled by your hair. A slightly surprised sigh slipped through your parted lips, before your right hand reached up to scratch his tousled dirty blonde hair absent-mindedly, earning you a low groan of approval. You melted into the familiar warmth of Leon's body leaning in behind you, letting the lingering scent of gun oil and his woodsy cologne blanket you into a state of quiet comfort.
Leon's breath fanned out over your hair in a steady rhythm, chin resting on your head as the corded muscles of his veiny forearms gently wrapped around your shoulders, grounding you as he felt the tension slowly ebbing out of your knotted muscles. You stayed like that with him for a minute, both of you cautiously eyeing the laptop screen like you were preparing for war.
"Well, Mr. Kennedy, if you are going to keep me company, I would appreciate a fresh cup of coffee as a peace offering for sleeping before me tonight", you crooned, a smug grin toying at your lips. Catching the faint reflection of you from off the laptop's screen, a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. A flutter of warmth tingled down your spine as he let out a breath. "Yes ma'am", he chuckled, leaning down further to quickly peck your cheek before walking out of the room. Color bloomed in your cheeks as you sank into your chair, a shameless grin painted on your lips.
āAnd for the record, Mrs. Kennedy, I fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to come to bedā, he called from the hallway. A soft giggle escaped your lips as you shook your head. This man would be the death of you.
Your fingers moved to rest above the keyboard as you scanned the half-finished slide with a newfound lightness in your chest. Maybe the presentation wouldn't be so annoying to finish after all.
thank you so much for reading guys! i was super nervous posting this, but hope you enjoyed :D oh and itās just my own headcanon that Leon would love Metallica hehe
edit #1: thank you for all the notes, iām beyond grateful :) i didnāt expect this for a second at all, with this being my first post too!
i am actively working on writing a proper one-shot from this rough drabble, since this one was just a product of my scrambled brain cells trying to put together coherent sentences at 1am while i hallucinated leon bringing me a coffee. the upcoming one-shot will very roughly follow the same idea of this drabble, but will focus more on playful leon and his witty bantering and teasing with you. oh and more fluff, like way more fluff. itāll be out this weekend and i promise itāll be worth the wait, so stay tuned!
thank you for all the support again! means the world xx
edit #2:
the one-shot is out guys!!!!!
i'm super proud of it, and it ended up very different to this drabble. it's filled with wayy more banter and fluff, and clingy leon skennedy cause i wanted to spoil everyone and myself hehe. link is here, The Pleasure of Your Company. please do check it out! love y'all!!
