Okay just need to spew a few more facts about this AU and then it's on to other stuff! Plus I wanted to show what he looked like shirtless and where his tentacles come from.
Also bonus doodle of Leon and Chris hugging!
The main reason why Leon mutated into this form instead of a Beast in this version of the AU is because of two reasons. One being that this Leon had to complete the DLC (defeat Ludwig, Lady Maria, and the Orphan of Kos) which mean he has WAY more insight than BeastLeon. The second reason is that he carved the Milkweed rune onto his body.
((I like to think the runes work by either tattooing or carving the runes onto the body, instead of just being imprinted onto the mind like the game says.))
As to why Leon took such a drastic measure, well, he was kinda going a tad loopy after fighting and dying from the Orphan of Kos so much. The voiceless whispers he kept hearing promised him that if he did this, it would help him win the fight and...well, it did, but just not in the way he wanted, since as soon as he carved the rune into his skin he mutated immediately .
Leon Scott Kennedy— your absolute gentleman and a definition of perfect boyfriend, who is everything you have ever wished for or even more, who also was now somehow yours, and for that you could not be more happier even if you tried to.
Also in all honesty you didnt know how it happened, how you two became inseperable, how you both fell in love with each other, maybe the love was always there; but bloomed into something more with time.
but it didnt matter, atleast not anymore, because now he was with you, and you were with him.
and somehow the... life had been perfect than you ever imagined it to be.
Which also brings you to the main point, of this, that —he was also.. someone who rarely drank anymore, atleast not after everything he'd been through years ago, and he wasn't the same man who buried himself in substance to escape his thoughts or miserable thoughts.
because those days now were behind him and he was happier, healthier, and, as he always insisted, 'he had you', that alone was enough for him— as much as it was enough for you.
As time passed and the two of you built a life together, Leon would often tell you how he still couldn't believe you were real— how you were his. Despite everything he had been through, despite all the darkness he carried, you had still chosen every part of him.
In a way, it always warmed your heart to be loved and seen like that by someone who meant the world to you.
And it was enough to make molten lava flow through your veins instead of blood. Yet every single time, you would only smile, brush his worries away, and tell him it was nothing— that loving him had never been difficult. If anything, it had always been the easiest thing you had ever done.
Because Leon Scott Kennedy was, and always would be, so incredibly lovable, and even if it took eternity to make him believe it? You would spend it happily.
Still, he never left any chance to make you feel special too— so that's how he showed you everyday; how perfect of a boyfriend he is.
Today, though, there was a little twist in your daily routine. Normally, you would've spent the entire evening together, watching movies, cuddling, and doing all the little things you always did with him. But unfortunately, tonight his friends had invited him out for a party.
Leon had refused at first, wanting to stay home with you instead, but you were the one who encouraged him to go. Eventually, he gave in, and somehow his friends managed to convince him to have "just one more drink," which, unsurprisingly, turned into a little too many.
Now instead of peaceful evening with your lover you found yourself carefully helping a tipsy Leon into your bed, to help him sober up and sleep.
not that you complained, because it was still something you chose willingly. More than anything, you only wanted Leon to enjoy his life, to know that, besides work, missions, and carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, he deserved nights where he could simply laugh, relax, and be happy.
"You okay?" you asked mid-thought to leon, with a small smile while, burying your own thoughts deep down like you always did, because right now, Leon was here, and it was everything to you and beside; all you wanted was to make him happier than he'd been in a long time.
He answered you with a drunken smile instead of his words— that adorable little twitch of his lips that always made his eyes flutter closed before a warm, content hum escaped him. Then, without a word, Leon lazily slung his arms around your neck, leaning his weight into you while you carefully slipped his boots off at the doorway.
"Mhm... sure am," he mumbled, already dazed with sleep, soon enough, you guided his slightly limping body which was quite heavy, to say the least, yet without a strained noise you managed to pull his ass away, into your bedroom, and the moment you stepped inside the room, he removed his hands from your neck and murmured 'will manage' and swayed slightly and strided straight towards the bed and collapsed onto the mattress with a tired sigh, calling your name, even in this absurdly drunken state.
at that, you couldn't help but laugh quietly, because the truth was.. seeing Leon like this was unbelievably rare now, and somehow it was still oddly adorable too.
there was something about seeing him so completely unguarded and vulnerable that made your heart melt like a wood in furnace which was burning still, even in its rigid state, while the ember of your love danced in the breeze that swayed in the room with sweet little flames, so; as gently as you could, you stepped closer to him, and leaned a little pulling the blanket over him, with a sigh of finally managing to put the big bear onto the bed, then you were just about to move when a warm hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist.
"W'ere're youuuuuu going?" he drawled, looking up at you through those ridiculously long eyelashes, his blue eyes catching the moonlight that slipped through your bedroom window. The sight alone was enough to make you let out a silent scream.
"I'm getting you some water." You breathe, and you smile softly at him.
"No w'o gave youuu perrmission to move?" He slurs on his own words and before you could say anything in protest, he gently tugged you forward with a little force, until you landed on top of his chest that makes you let out a small yelp, "Leon!" You giggle but his grip on you was stronger than anything, and good, god even in his drunken state he was still strong , super clingy, so instead of wriggling your way out of his grip, you just accepted your faith with a mumbled incoherent protest. Which you could say was hardly a protest.
then he smiled, happy to have you close slowly his arms lazily circled around your waist, holding you against his chest while his one sleepy hand drifted up to your face and his thumb absentmindedly strokes your cheek, with a little complement that you could not quite catch.
So instead you pressed a soft chaste kiss on his right cheek and he groans in response as you sniff him lightly; inhaling the mix of his musk and alcohol burn in your chest, then you brush a few blond strands away from his forehead. "You really are drunk."
He chuckled a little at your comment, while his eyes remained closed. And for a long moment, neither of you spoke.
Then, quietly, like a silent thunder rumbling in his chest, making you feel every vibration passing through him, he spoke, and if you would have been a little far from him, you could have missed it entirely, then as slowly, shaking you out of your thoughts, he mumbled into your hair, "...my wife."
Your heart skipped an entire beat at....what he just said, for a second you could not believe it , and your insides froze completely and your eyes widened as warmth rushed down your spine, jolting away every trace of exhaustion you had been carrying.
Then you opened your mouth to say something—anything— but nothing came out, and you only stared at him, lips parting and closing like a dying fish, while breathing a little too heavily as you tried to process what had just happened.
"You are my wife..." he repeated again, smiling to himself, and his entire body turned even warmer than before and his grip tightened just a little on you."I'll pr'pose to y'u...s'meday."
And you completely froze.. your gut turning to ice while crimson takes over your skin. yep, he did not just said that right? You try to reason with yourself, but it was true you had heard him say it, unable to let out anything except a squeak and the air tangled so loudly in your lungs that you thought you would... forget how to breathe, then a second later he sighs heavily and continues, "...In fact..." he mumbled, clumsily letting go of your face, before fumbling around in his pocket.
and after a few seconds of determined searching, he pulled out a simple silver band with a small diamond set into it. Your breath caught, again "Leon... what are you doing?" Your heart began beating so frantically it almost hurt. His eyes never opened, and neither he processed your words and instead of replying while still being half-asleep, he found your hand by touch alone and gently slipped the ring into your exact finger, that was well reserved for this, but you didnt know it would... happen tonight, "I'll give you a better ring..." he murmured drowsily. "Until then... keep it... as a memento... so you'll wait for me." Your lips parted in complete disbelief, and tears starts to form in your eyes with emotions, with so much love that your tongue swelled itself with his name and single word, "yes, leon, thousand times yes," you whispered shakily.
"Oh my God..." A sleepy chuckle escaped him before he mumbled, "Wifey..." The word alone stole every coherent thought from your mind. "You're mine..." he continued again, "Even if... someday... you said no... you still couldn't get rid of me."
He smiled lazily, his thumb brushing against your fingers. "I can't imagine... a life... without you." Then a small small, sleepy smile settled on his lips before exhaustion finally won, and within seconds, his breathing evened out, and he was fast asleep, finally, while still holding you securely against him as though you were made from his ribs, and he was Adam while you were his eve.
You stayed perfectly still for a long while, unable to stop smiling, while tears clung deeply behind your eyes that your heart so impossibly full it almost ached. Then your gaze slowly drifted down to the ring resting in your hand, and your mind went completely blank, again, honestly you didnt know how many times, this happened tonight, and now: there wasn't a single coherent feeling left in you— only the overwhelming realization that somehow, without even knowing it, Leon had just given you every dream you'd ever been too afraid to ask for.
And for the rest of the night, you stayed exactly where you were, lying on top of him while his arms remained loosely wrapped around your waist, even in his sleep.
and deep inside, a chamber of your heart quietly soaked this memory into itself as though it had always belonged there. God... you were so, so grateful that he had gone out and drank tonight. Because if he hadn't? You never would've known what Leon had been thinking— what had truly been living inside his heart all this time. And now you did. Somehow, you hadn't known it was possible to feel this happy.
And somewhere between listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and tracing the familiar rise and fall of his breathing with yours.
your own eyes slowly grew heavy. Eventually, you drifted off against his chest, while the little silver ring still sat perfectly on your ring finger, and you swore then and there, even if it was in your dreams: that you would never tell Leon what had happened tonight.
not until the day he remembered it on its own, or find that the ring he carried so carefully inside his pocket is already rest in your fingers, and you would only tell this to him when he gets down on one knee completely sober, and asked you again with the same love that had slipped so honestly from his heart tonight.
So you could say 'yes' properly someday.
Until then you will wait, even if takes years or a lifetime.
