#adaxleon

[burgundybilletdoux]

Who is it, Leon? Purr…

Credits to tanya.gavva (@hernameismirabella) on TikTok. https://www.tiktok.com/@hernameismirabella?_r=1&_t=ZS-92vjtWoON0C

[sehersu]

basically aeon

[capirotadaedits]

I've seen a lot of people talking about how the Aeon in the remake hates each other, but... This was Leon in the remake right after Ada literally confronted him about the virus sample and showed her true colors to him. LOL

[liztuxiemacks]

Spoiler-alert for new fans who hadn't yet played the OG re4.

In my opinion, her og character arc made more sense. In loving leon in the og re2, she starts to change and develop genuine feelings for him in og re4. She didn't really have that love to begin with from what little we know about her throughout the games.

That's why she's hellbent on saving him throughout in og re4. She's neither good or bad. She's morally grey. Intelligent. independent. 100% not a damsel. Leon is the only one she's truly shown her vulnerable side to and he's the only one who saves her in the og2/4.

Having a weak spot for Leon makes sense and shows a glimpse into her mysterious personality and origins in the game's lore.

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

aeon jazz club au (or some sort of au where ada's a singer and they're at a bar and leon's her secret lover)

SOMEONE ASKED FOR THIS PHOTO BUT AEON ON TWITTER AND I FORGOT WHO IT WAS SORRY BUT BUT HERE YOU GO

[asukadattebayo]

RESIDENT EVIL — LEON & ADA

Resident Evil 4 (2005)

[mehhew]

Another ending

[thedecamerone]

WIP wednesday

Thank you @whatsarasaid for tagging me and for sharing your writing <3.  

Here’s the first few pieces of an aeon ficlet. I’m not sure where else to take it. It had started out as a challenge to myself like, what if I make this a catalogue of sex scenes? It didn’t work. But I might revisit that idea one day.

Tagging everyone with a WIP, if you’re reading this. And @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate (no pressure though!)

That first time it was like her body pouring fire. Splayed open and wet on a hotel bed’s flowered sheets, she hiked up her skirt and watched him peel off her stockings in one slow, agonizing motion. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had consumed her like that. When she was finished, he kissed her there. And then her mouth. She was glad for the silence, otherwise she would have begged.

*

Why’d you show up like this? he had asked, years after she had admitted her love and then disappeared. He thought her dead for a long time. She let her kiss, the manicured hand undoing the holster at his hip, be his answer.

It was supposed to end there. As a spy, she had learned such wisdom: Restraint could be the difference between survival and a stray bullet. Everything gets a return. Never break character. But growing up, she learned that some things you had to keep for yourself, the way she did as a child chewing on her mother’s silk dress in the dark of a closet for no other reason than that it made her feel held, rooted, safe when nothing else did.