note: i need to know what yall think. so like imagine resident evil 4, but set in the game L.A. Noire type of world, and make it a hate to love type relationship. this is a little snippet, please tell me what you think!
pairing: cop!leonkennedy x femmafialeader!reader
(collage made by me, photos took from Pinterest!)
“Officer Leon S. Kennedy.” I watch my men lead him up to the front of my desk, and with a flick of my wrist they were gone. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He sits down in front of me, “You know what I’m here for.”
“Woah, woah. You got a lot o’ nerve, walking into a lion's den, with your chest all puffed out. You may work for the chief, but baby I run this myself. I suggest you watch your tongue, if you know what's good for you.”
“This girl, have you seen her?” He sets a photo of a vaguely familiar girl on my desk; looks to be around early too mid 20’s.
“Maybe I have or maybe I haven’t. Who is she to you?”
“She is Ashley Graham, as you know she is the daughter of Chief Graham. Head of the police department.”
“And you think I took her?”
“I think you have evidence that could lead to her whereabouts.”
“Right, right. How do I tell you? I have nothing to give you.”
“Then you’d be bullshitting. You always keep tabs of everyone that enters the city. Even the tourists. You know something.”
“You have done nothing for me, when I needed help and what? Now you think you can waltz in here and ask me to stick my neck out? For you?”
“I just need answers. A lead something. I need to know who’s got the chief’s daughter.”
“And you think I got the answer for that?”
“You don’t know shit. Not anymore.” I got up from out of my chair and turn to look out the window, hand on my hips. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day.”
“The day you become the leader to a mafia gang?”
“Non. The day I’d see the Leon Kennedy, in my office, begging on his knees for help.” I laugh and turn to him; he looks less than amused. “What? You want a treat? You gotta learn to bark, Monsieur Kennedy.”
“Look, I’m tired of playing these sick games with you—”
“Oo! That’s not what I wanted to hear... You talkin’ mighty loud for a bitch that came knocking on my door.”
He shut up real quick after that.
“You ought to learn your place, when you’re in my domain, Officer…”
l reach down to open my desk drawer to grab my packet of smokes and lit one. “You smoke?”
He didn’t answer, but that didn’t hurt me none.
He’s learning not to speak unless spoken to.
“You’re right, you were more of a booze guy. Aren’t ya’, sweetheart?”
I walk around to his side of the desk, with the occasional drag of my cigarette. I lean in and blow smoke right the poor boys face, creating a cloud of smoke.
Causing him to cough up a storm, “Got a long way to go. Don’t you, boy?”
I stand up straight with a smirk, running a hand up his arm, before setting it on his shoulder.
Even he could tell just how much power I held over him and his entire group of pigs, by the sheer weight of my hand on him.
“You want me to help you?” I ask and again get silence in return. “All you gotta do is say ‘I need you.’ Come on, boy.”
You could see in his eyes and body that he was thinking about storming out and solving the case on his own. But without a lead it’d make it borderline impossible.
He didn’t know where to start but, I did.
“You have until my cigarette burns out. Which isn’t a lot of time, actually.”
I hover the cigarette in front of his face, “See?” I tapped it, and watched the ashes fall onto his civvies. “Oops.”
A laugh emits from the pit of my stomach, and within seconds the cigarette had already withered away, and was smushed out in the ashtray.
“Time’s up.” I sigh and grab my coat off the hanger.
“Goodbye, Leon.” I walk to the front door and call for my men to escort him out.
“Fine! Fine...” I heard and told my men to hold positions.
“I—" He scoffed. “I need you.”
“Good boy, Leon. A wise choice and the wisest decision you’ve made thus far.” I watch him stand up and shake the ashes off his coat.
“Come on. We’re going on a little field trip.” He sighs, but doesn’t interject and follows me.
Just like the good dog, he knows he will be, to get the answers he seeks.
