Do the Plumbers still exist and, if they do, could they help out Leon and friends with all this alien stuff? Or is the RE crew basically going to have wing it all on their own?
Will Azmuth make an appearance? Or, any other Ben 10 characters?
And finally: could we see more Luke Kennedy? (he's so cute, I love him, Big Chill is honestly one of my favorites because of how cool he is (pun not intended... maybe))
Leon10 AU
So in this AU the BSAA actually ends up being like the beta version of the Plumbers in this AU, considering both their founders end up being aliens.
So yeah, the group has to figure things out on their own!
As for Azmuth, he does show up at one point. I think maybe when Vilgax tries to attack Leon for the Omnitrix? Like after Leon defeats Vilgax, Azmuth shows up and offers to take away Vilgax and imprison him for his crimes (Seeing as Earth has no way of keeping Vilgax properly contained), while giving Leon his blessing to keep the Omnitirx?
Still haven't decided if any other characters from Ben 10 show up, like Albedo, but show far in this AU aliens are a rarity, and not something that show up every day of the week like in Ben 10.
Genre : fluff, suggestive(only a bit), language, clingy leon, comedy
Summary : love doesnt always come in grand gestures but in mundane moments you spend with your partner, and with leon you always realize only moments like this matters the most.
wc : 900
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"Hey... why'd you stop?" Leon whined, yes the twenty-one-year-old rookie cop who was now sprawled comfortably across your lap, while his head rested against your chest as he absentmindedly scrolled through cat videos on his phone, whined.
Meanwhile, you were quietly reading your book, your free hand lazily combing through his soft blond hair, and he made ocassional pleased sounds which made you smile to yourself, you were at it for a while: but your wrists started to ache and the moment your fingers stopped moving, he immediately pouted, tilting his head back to look up at you with unmistakable disappointment written all over his face, clearly unhappy that you'd stopped playing with his hair.
Which, let's be honest, you'd been doing for the past hour— and you only stopped because your hand was starting to ache. seriously… was he a cat?
Looking at his face now, you were almost convinced he had been one in a past life before getting reincarnated as a clingy little kitten… who somehow ended up becoming your boyfriend.
Honestly, My Boyfriend Who Was a Cat in His Previous Life would make one hell of an anime title.
The thought alone makes a little bubble of laugh leave through your lungs.
"Baby, I'm tired," you tried to reason, with a stifle of your laughter, though, he didnt catch it at all, then gently you pull your hand back from his soft hairs, "Uh-oh..." he crooned, quickly catching your wrist before you could escape. "Don't you love me anymore, baby?" he asked, adding an overly dramatic fake sniffle that immediately made you snort. "Leon," you sigh playing along with him, "when did I ever say I don't love you?"
"You wanted to stop playing with my hair, didn't you?" he replied with exaggerated offense. "That's basically you saying it."
You shook your head, finally letting a hearty laugh take over. "You're so dramatic, baby," you teased. "And I never said that." with that, you let your book slip from your left hand onto the bed, your full attention shifting to him instead.
"You wanted to," he insisted dramatically, still holding onto your wrist, while his phone slipped from his hand onto the bed, as if forgotten entirely now that all of his attention was on you.
"Nope." Then you stick out at your tongue at him.
"C'mon," he pleaded, completely ignoring your weak, half-hearted "nope" and well, honestly, you had given up resisting him a long time ago. "Just five more minutes, please." he says again.
and you actually contemplate doing it.
Because how in the world was anyone supposed to say no to that beautiful face? With an impossibly hopeful look, "baby" he mumble and gently nudged your hand back toward his hair. "Just five more minutes?" He repeated.
You rolled your eyes at him, yet you let him do it, and playfully smile tugged at your lips that betrayed you completely. "And what do I get in return?" you asked, completely serious, with a hint of amusement slipping in your voice.
"Hmm..." He muses, and didn't respond for a moment, instead, his thumb lazily grazed the underside of your breast, "I'll make you feel good," he murmured. that was all it took, and you sighed in defeat, or maybe pleasure: already knowing you'd lost the argument.
"Yeah?" You sighed dramatically before your fingers finally disappeared deeper back into his hair, gently scratching his scalp.
Leon let out the happiest little hum, practically melting against you with his eyes fluttering shut.
"There," you teased, smiling down at him. "Happy now?"
"Mhm," he hummed contentedly, already melting beneath your touch, "after this I am at your service ma'm", he says with a lazy grin, and before you continue, he chimes in "i knew you'd cave in."
"Only because the deal is too good," you murmured.
"Then..." he trailed off lazily, "I'll make sure I'm well-rested before we..." His words faded into a satisfied sound, as your fingers found just the right spot in his hair.
With that, he let his eyes drift closed, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as his breathing slowly evened out completely in your arms.
Not to mention, he fell asleep barely five minutes later, and you didn't have the heart to wake him up so instead, you stayed there for another hour, quietly holding this oversized baby in your arms while gently massaging his scalp.
Even in his sleep, he mumbled a few incoherent words that suspiciously sounded like, "love..." and, "my girl," after that you felt your cheeks burn and felt your entire body melt into a puddle beneath him, while your heart felt far too full with his love and words.
and even then, as you looked down at him with nothing but love in your eyes, you realized there wasn't a single place in the world you'd rather be than right here— with him.
