leon s. kennedy finds his way back home to you after visiting raccoon city again ⌖𖦏
trauma. it gnawed at leon whilst he walked through the r.p.d. with the goal of rescuing the abducted grace. after 28 years, he never imagined walking through that damned city again.
not only that, but he finds himself infected with a dormant strain of the t-virus. just his luck, i guess. he has a long story to tell you when he gets home. if he gets home that is.
but finally, the mission concludes. leon's saving grace— elpis gets him up and ready to finally get a good night's sleep with you by his side tonight.
after saying his goodbyes with grace, shipping elpis to those who needed it— leon slips on his wedding ring and walks straight home to you.
fumbling with the keys of your shared house, leon heavily sighs before finding the right one. he blinks, twisting the knob open, and stumbles into the living room. it's late, yet after his conversation on the phone with you, where he pleaded with you to go to sleep before he gets home, there's a part of him that knows you didn't listen, as disobedient as you always were.
shoving off all his equipment and whatnot onto the carpet of the living room (with not a care for your scolds next morning), he goes into your shared bedroom, a bit expectant to see you up and awake just for him— but he was... wrong?
his expression drops slightly at the sight of you spread out like a starfish on the bed, taking up even his side. he huffs in amusement, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking in your look. eyes shut tightly, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and your mouth slightly ajar. you looked... amusing, to say the least. looks like leon didn't have to worry about you lacking sleep for tonight.
so, he prompts for a shower.
the warm water eases his body almost immediately, and the old man couldn't help but groan softly. his injuries still stung, but he knows you'd tend to restitch and sanitize them when the time comes. leon's definitely looking forward to that. secretly delusional, as he is, he smiles when he imagines the look on your face when he moves even the tiniest bit while you're stitching. your face would be scrunched up in exasperation, voice pouty as you chide him.
"why are you smiling, mister?" your voice cuts him off, and he feels his heart drop stronger than the first time he saw a zombie.
leaning against the now-open glass shower door, you raise an eyebrow at him. "i waited up for you all night," you mutter, crossing your arms.
"yeah, sure you did, honey." he retorts, turning off the shower water. he reaches out for the towel, but you're quicker, handing it to him yourself.
"are you doubting my love for you?" you narrow your eyes, and he huffs as he covers his lower part. "not at all," leon waltzes out of the shower now, heading for the sink. you hum, following after him. you gaze at him through the mirror, "so? where'd your mission bring you this time?"
leon looks back at you, eyes evidently tired, before he lets out a low scoff, leaning down to wash his razor. "you'd never believe it," he murmurs. "well, i'm intrigued," you answer, standing beside him now.
"raccoon city,"
it takes a few moments for you to process before a slow smile of sympathy reaches your lips. "really?" you softly say now, watching as he puts shaving cream on his face. you tilt your head, catching his eyes. "how was it?" you ask, and he glances at you for a moment before going back in the mirror. "it was... interesting," he answers.
"i'm going to need more than that, leon," you sigh in contempt, grabbing the razor and deciding to take matters into your own hands. leon clicks his tongue, but with feigned annoyance. he lifts you onto the counter, and you bite back a smile as he stands in between your legs. "you're quite energetic. can't you wait until the morning?" he grumbles, but you don't listen, shutting him up by slowly shaving his jaw.
"i can't live on a cliffhanger," you murmur, now focused on your work. "you tell me you go back to raccoon city, then stop there. it's unfair,"
leon sighs, but you hold his face in place— so he looks directly at you, thinking about what to say.
but he's distracted, to say the least. a part of him yearns to forget all about that investigation with all the deaths, zombies, viruses, and scary stuff, and enjoy some time with you. plus, you looked breathtaking. if he said it out loud, you'd beg to differ— but when did leon ever care about the way you looked?
"stop dozing off. is this a sign of age?" you put the razor down, an annoyed expression now etched on your beauty, but it makes leon laugh. before he knew it, you were already done with shaving. "really? you're going non-verbal now?" you complain as he washes his face. but you pat it with a towel as soon as he finishes.
"i'm just thinking, gorgeous." he says, muffled through the towel as he leans his hands against the counter, effectively trapping you. the towel is long gone now, and it was just you and leon.
just the two of you, as always.
he leans down, a soft sigh leaving his lips before he looks back into your eyes. no more playful banter, or whines and complaints. you set your hands on his shoulders, "talk to me, honey. what went through your head?" you softly speak, rubbing his skin comfortingly.
leon ponders for a moment, before he speaks up. "i met this girl, she was kidnapped by an ex-t-virus researcher from umbrella." he gruffly speaks, and you listen intently, "and she reminded me of well... me. from all those years ago."
your expression turns solemn, "rookie leon, huh?" you try to keep it lighthearted, caressing his cheeks now. he huffs, "yeah, definitely him."
leon continues, "and she was so desperate to help, to undo the wrongs she blames herself for." he takes a deep breath, and you sigh, feeling all his pent-up emotions. "and it all went down in raccoon city, of all the places."
"oh leon," you shake your head, empathizing with him. "come here honey," opening your arms, you invite him for a warm hug. something you know he needed.
as leon always was, he leans right into your arms, inhaling your scent after days of being away from you. his chin's placed on your shoulder, arms around your waist.
this was the silence leon s. kennedy yearned for— the sweetness of an embrace that he knows is waiting for him, no matter what. an embrace that could easily leave this veteran d.s.o. agent's heart defenseless. 30 years of fighting b.o.w.s, to this was more than a reward. knowing there's a place to go home to felt just right in leon's soul.
"tell me more about it in bed, baby," you whisper, rubbing his back with a smile as you pull away slightly to look at his face. "i wanna hear everything about it." you add, pushing his damp hair back gently.
leon grins, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. simple yet effective, it gets both your hearts to flutter even after all the years of being together. the agent then hauls you up, bringing you back to your shared bedroom.
safe to say— you were the one who totally captured leon kennedy's heart.
a/n: heyyy! if you've reached all the way to the end, thank you so so much for reading <3
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i thought i'd make a little au where reader is leon's wife and he comes home to them after the events of re9! no ship wars— his fandom is canonically his wife :P
also, mid-writing i remembered that elpis literally healed leon as a whole (if i'm not mistaken) so him having injuries might not be canon(?) idk i didn't bother changing it cause i thought the scene in the shower was cute.
anyways, if you enjoyed this work of mine, please do consider giving me a follow or reblogging! it would be much much appreciated baddies :D thanks again!
