You’ve been beside Leon for as long as you could remember, but you both quietly yearn for more. Until a trip to Spain turns your world upside down and forces feelings out.
Warnings/content: RE4R Leon, fem reader, 2nd person (you/yours), violence and slight gore (obviously), swearing (also obviously), angsty yearning, two idiots in love.
Word count: 1681
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Feeling like his gun might catch fire was starting to become a tiring regular for Leon. Countless back to back situations that left him low on ammo and panting for some kind of break. For now all he could do was hold on while th e minecart screeched to a slowing halt, a rather gracious stop to the onslaught he’d faced. Wheels stalled against the metal of the rails in a harsh, stretching screech that acted as a reminder of their age. This place was rarely used by outsiders, then again most outsiders were likely killed on sight. His escorts were a clear example of that. “This it?”
“Afraid not. Things are just getting started.” Luis merely smiled before leaping from the cart with an added enthusiasm. Either he was enjoying the thrill ride far too much, or was happy to be closer to an exit.
Following behind Serra was Leon’s first instinct, or at least it would be if you were here. But you weren’t. You were still stuck behind them, lagging at an unknown rate in an unknown location. For all he knew you were still standing on that platform, trying and failing to move the derailed cart onto the tracks. He couldn’t stop the frown creasing his face. “Hang on a second. I wanna wait her out.”
“I’m sure she can handle herself. I’ve seen her with a gun.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, wait till she clears the field with nothing but a combat knife.” He chuckled out a bit before he gave his head a firm shake. This wasn’t something he’d change his mind on. Ever. “But still. She’s my partner. Where we go, we go together. I’m staying.”
The smirk on Luis’ face said it all, but his statement managed to say even more. “And he says he isn’t in love.”
Well shit. That left Leon doing something he hadn’t done in a long time. He hesitated, he almost stuttered. Not many people could render Leon Scott Kennedy speechless with the very mention of their name. Of their existence. “I- That’s a low blow.”
Luis once again gave that single clap of achievement, this time accompanied by a heel bounce. He’d won with his guess. “Aha! I knew it. You’ve been giving her puppy eyes since I first saw you. She’s got you hooked!” The man was practically beaming, overjoyed with the fact that he’d been so right.
Was it really that obvious? Were you aware of his quick check-ins, his prolonged looks of adoration from afar? Did you know how much you were killing him?
There was no sense in hiding it anymore, Luis had hit the nail on the head first try. And considering the fact that you’d gotten separated from them both, it only seemed fair that he air out his dirty laundry. Not like there was anyone else listening anyway. Bottling it up for so long had clearly taken a toll if it’d become so apparent to this new companion. “You wanna have this talk right now?”
Luis took his time glancing around the large, open cavern above them both. “Do you see a book, maybe a television here? Not like we have much else to do.”
He sighed. “Fine. But if you so much as mutter a word to her, I will shove that lighter so far up your-”
“¡Oye! I get it, jeez.”
“We’ve- we’ve seen some shit together. Her and I, we’re bonded in this way I just..can’t describe. I’ve clicked with her, protected her, befriended her. And when I- When I did realise how I felt about her I just knew it’d be too risky. Our jobs, our pasts, it would never add up. We’d likely ruin one another. And that wouldn’t be her fault. It’d be mine.”
Leon was petrified of dragging you into his bullshit. You were the only stability in his life, the hand on his back that straightened his posture to cross the shaky beams he could call his insecurities. You were an anchor when the waves rocked his boat too much. You were a peek of sunlight cutting through the curtains after an eternity in the dark. He couldn’t imagine life without you. Every smile, every lighthearted punch to the shoulder, every elbow budge to get to the filing cabinet. Every tipsy conversation after ordering pizza, every dumb game of rock paper scissors to determine who was paying. every night he spent tucking you into his bed after a night of drinking before crashing on his own couch. You’d made him feel like he had a life outside of his job. He just couldn’t give that up.
He was weak when it came to you.
“Are you scared of getting hurt or hurting her?”
“Either. Both. She’s too good for me but she doesn’t know it. The only way to keep her safe is to keep her at an arm’s length.”
“Mierda, too complicated for my liking. But hey, you know what they’d say about you two. No se abrazaron unos a otros, porque donde hay mucho amor no suele haber demasiada desenvoltura.”
“Christ, loose translation please. I think I just had an aneurysm.”
He made a real scene of it too, hands out in front of him like he were reciting Shakespeare to a sea of people. An audience silent and hanging on his every word. “There were no embraces, because where there is great love there is often little display of it. Seems to fit you both well, no?”
It fit you both all too well. Leon couldn’t bring himself to make a move on you no matter how close you were. Sure, his fist clenched when someone tried to flirt, drummed his fingers on the wood of the desk while you laughed off their jokes, but that’s because he was too pussy to ask you out to dinner. For all he knew you only saw him as a friend. A work companion, even.
He’d travelled down this path before and it’d ended as badly as it possibly could. A conversation in a trolly, a body dangling above a foggy abyss, a quick mutter of condolences that may or may not have been fake, a security band being tossed into a dark tunnel. Was he really willing to open that wound?
Apparently he was. The scab had already been ripped off thanks to your gentle touch. Soft fingers now working into the skin to sew it closed, stitch by stitch. No time to turn back now. All he could do was protect you. Not hold you, not kiss your hand, not pet your hair and mutter sweet nothings to you - endless rambles of how long he’d waited to be with you like this - but protect you. A truly platonic relationship. Yep. Definitely no romantic feelings whatsoever. Nothing to see here.
Everything was wiped from his mind when he heard the rolling of wheels on tracks once more, ears pricking up and head whipping in the direction of the sound. You were here. He could check on you, he could ask if there were any ganados still lagging back in the tunnels, he could see if you were just as crazy as Luis and actually found the journey fun. Finally they could keep moving.
But when they were instead met with an empty cart crashing up against the buffer stop Leon couldn’t help but worry. An empty cart that had managed to make it through the hellish crash-course the two had just endured. Maybe their cart almost tipped because of the different weight distribution? Maybe it was sheer luck? Maybe you’d fallen out at some point? Maybe you’d never made it into the cart at all. Either way, this wasn’t good. And it also wasn’t like you.
You weren’t the type to wander off in situations like this one. Hell, you were the one who said you’d meet them here.
You appreciated the guidelines and rules put in place. Stood by the boundaries and codes you and Leon put together. Even when you doubted your workplace’s protocols you still agreed to stick to them; it was better than the alternative of being jobless. Or worse considering how much you knew about the inner workings of the government thanks to your job cutting so close to the president. Leon wondered if they’d go as far as to terminate you to keep your mouth shut. No. He couldn’t think of that right now.
When he peered into the cart after spotting a glint of light reflecting off the lamp above them, his stomach dropped. Eyes shot wide, pupils shrunk in a newfound fear. Luis found himself doing the same, tilting his head to look down, silver eyes peeking into the minecart from where he stood on the stairs. A pregnant pause, long enough for them to be jumped. But they weren't.
Luis was the first to comment.
“That’s not a good sign.”
It was your stuff. Your gear, right down to your riot vest. Your knife that had the lamplight bouncing off of the blade, guns still loaded, loose treasures and gemstones, medical kit, it was all there.
You knew better than to take your defensive gear off. Knew better than to wander off without your gun or so much as an herb for good measure.
Someone had torn it from you.
You were out there defenceless and there was nothing he could do about it.
Anger overcame his fear. No, he wasn’t frightened right now. He was fucking furious. Someone had the audacity to infiltrate the mission and put your life in even more danger. If he hadn't been so blind, if he’d watched his six a little more maybe you wouldn’t be gone now. This was his fault. Rage coursed through his veins in the exact same way the Plaga had, blood boiling to its peak.
You were in danger.
Through gritted teeth Leon spoke, hand reloading Matilda with an iron-firm grip. A vein in his neck protruded. Ready to burst in every way possible.
thanks for replying dear! also what pet names do you think leon would use for a so im so curious i keep thinking on babe and maybe even bunny for some reason ??? lol
HII ANON i have a long weekend and im taking a brief breather from writing today rn but i saw this so why not
other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3
also i'm not sure if ur comfy w nsfw so ill put a seperate sectioning.
cw: just leon and the petnames he uses on gn! reader; with a VERY short nsfw snippet, only 17+ >:(
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other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3 but he doesn't really use any uhm.. creative nicknames cus hes a fucking loser. but regardless he has his sentiment to them nd thats what matters hehe
sfw
"oh, sweetheart.." ♡ leon uses 'sweetheart' often when either of you feel vulnerable.
"oh—you okay, baby?" he murmurs before he stifled a laugh, seeing you accidentally hit your head against a pole. ♡ leon uses this in sudden or mild moments
you see leon immediately approach the foyer when he hears you're finally home. "why didn't you call me, my love?" he murmurs lowly before placing a kiss on your forehead, his hands coming to take your raincoat off. ♡ leon uses this as a greeting whenever he misses you or when he knows he'll miss you when you go out.
"...my sweet baby." he coos in a sleepy and inaudible whisper while he cradles your slumbering little head to his heart. ♡ leon mostly uses this when he remembers he has you all to himself! [sometimes it's 'sweet little girl/boy']
or sometimes leon just babbles with your face in his hands, kissing it all over while you activate his cute aggression. "you're always so good to me, bunny.." he murmurs incomprehensively atop the crown of your hair. and if you get all eager or shy u just make him melt!!
v nsfw! v (hehe.. may or may not be a snippet)
"l-leoon! ngghh... hngg..ah!~" you plant your mouth onto the soft fabric, leon's hand on the back of your head keeping you face-down while he pummels into you with reckless abandon.
he moans lowly as he drags his cock further in your clenching little hole, watching your sweetness pour while you cry helplessly into his comforters. "poor bunny, can't even think... uhh.. hmff.. f-fuuck..." leon coos with mock-sympathy, dragging a bellicose groan out of him— he pulls your hair back lightly, a gentle yet controlling grip; like he were pulling on a bunny's ears. he adjusts your hips up again, coercing a high-pitched whine out of you as he thrusts faster into where he knows you're sensitive. he wouldn't give his dumb little bunny the light of day, your blabbering voice now unmuffled and falling satisfactorily to his ears ♡
hi! could i request something fluffy? maybe leon spoiling reader with some meal, or cuddles? thanks! ❤️
mentioning meals I AM THE REMINDER TO GO GET A SNACK AND REJUVENATE
and yes ofc i love writing fluffy fluffy hehehehe (im kind of uncreative rn so sorry). btw i'm writing this in the same format as the other one but if you want it to be more structured and narrative just uh tell me LOL
content : fluffy leon kennedy x gender neutral!reader (it's written in second person though). pet names lol
synopsis : leon wants to spoil you so he's feeding you and providing you with an army's ware of cuddles >:)
-food is fuel and leon is a fucking engine
-tbh i hc that leon has a big appetite for sweet stuff,,,, i'm sure a big collective of ppl agree bc he's so squishy squishy [what the fuck am i saying idk]
-anyway enough about me gushing on leon.
-YOU. when will you ever take the time to let him spoil you? are you trying to avoid him?:((
-leon is part kidding. he's not mad ofc but sometimes he can't help but get a tiny bit worried about you sometimes.
-see, leon is a firm believer that a person cannot come to their best senses unless their basic/psychological needs are fulfilled. that includes things like eating, or affection—because when your body senses that you're lacking in something, it will use your brain power to signal you that you need to eat or be smothered with affection! hence you can end up feeling burnt out if u dont pay attention to ur love vitals!! >:(
-leon's mindset will always be applied on you because you're his second heart, you're his tough rock and you need to be taken care of!!
-HE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE THINKING "affection? that's absurd people can still learn attentively and work efficiently without having to be coddled >:(" while yes in a sense its true—but sometimes you just don't realize that what you need is some time to be vulnerable and intimate, which can explain why your emotions feel a lot more heightened recently than usual (which he notices by the way). you've been tense for a while, and leon reasons that you can't just 'move on' from being overwhelmed with work stress and whatnot—you have to relieve it! but enough about theory.
-your hunger for food or affection is like a 7th sense to leon to be honest. while it's not an accurate intuition everytime, he's bound to think of you once every like two minutes.
-leon actually has very clear and high critical thinking skills. this means he is able to remember a lot of things about you even if he only notices them or you mention it once: this includes your comfort drink, where you like to be touched, hell maybe even the MBTI of your favorite character. and he ESPECIALLY knows what food you like. pad thai, sushi, oxtail, jerk chicken, cake, boba, YOU NAME IT HE KNOWS IF YOU LOVE IT OR NOT
-so when it actually came to asking you what you wanted, he'd send a text saying he's downtown and asking you 'what would you like, baby?'. he's careful with his words and doesn't say "do you want me to get you something on the way?" because it means he's giving you a choice >:( when the whole point is to spoil you because you deserve it.
-and if you answer with something vague like 'anything' HE DOESN'T MAKE YOU SPEAK FURTHER he'll just buy what he knows u like and keep the rest in the fridge if you dont wanna eat it :3 well that's what they're for, right?
"oh, my sweet.." his voice was quaint at the sight of you. leon tried his best to be silent when he entered the room, not wanting to sound like he was pitying you, but seeing you half-covered with comforters, mildly upset and your mind in a frazzle has his heart dropping a bit. you were probably thinking about so many things: meeting some deadlines, picking up this and that from the store, computing this... but you just couldn't organize your thoughts. but that's why leon was here.
your head moved to swivel his direction. "leon.." you smile at him weakly.
it was cold in the city tonight. leon places a hefty white plastic bag of your favorite on the nearby surface before he sits down in front of you from the edge of your bed. he takes the brief second of studying his lover's face before he pulls you into a comforting and warm hug. he can't help but pat the back of his sweet baby's head down, and you feel his lips barely nuzzle onto your ear as he mutters. "y're so good to me, baby. you know that?" leon reminds you before kissing the side of your head shortly. you tried to reciprocate it by giving him a nimble kiss on his cheek, which he gratefully accepts with an eager beam on his lips.
his hands slide down your arms in a soft stroke as he lets go of you gently. the rustling of the bed's layers being heard as leon moves a bit to reach for the hefty boxes of food, which he opens for you once he gives you take your utensil/s.
leon's happy seeing you eat. it's a form of reassurance to him personally witnessing you getting the fill you deserve after a whole few days of being so busy and rushing everywhere. it's a calming sense to him as you both soak in comfortable silence while he watches you eat. he was caring less that it's 2 in the morning and caring more about the way the color on your face slowly vibrates back onto your features. you seem less tired, just by a tad percentage. it makes him smile to himself knowing he was able to take care of you.
" 'm finished." you mumbled with a hum, feeling a little full and having to lie down. fullness makes you sleepy (and leon knows that!) so he has a subtle, cheeky little grin as he leans over and collects your legs with one arm, pulling you to make you lie on your back. he crawls over to lie down next to you, once again pulling you close to him while he wraps his arms around you— one patting and planted gently on your back while the other cradles your head close to his heart. just where you belong...
"you tired, baby?" leon asked shortly and your little nod sufficed. his cheek gently rests against the side of the crown of your head. his touch is soft, it's sweet as he rubs and scratches down your back gently. he gently scruffles at your scalp with his other hand's fingertips, and the motions will send you to a hopefully revitalizing sleep ♡. he places a kiss on the top of your head, like a ribbon keeping its gift from falling apart :(
he knows at this moment maybe you're thinking you don't deserve him. but that's so far from the truth.
