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coming home - leon kennedy [ oneshot ]

RE9!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon simply comes home to you after a long mission

"god i missed you. i missed you so much that i nearly went crazy out there"

tags: fluff; 49 year old leon; reader is in their late 20s; age gap; soft scenario; no ai used; authors first language isnt english; coming home; leon can be ooc; them living together; established relationship; domestic life; mentions of trauma.

word count: 1,180

authors note: yes its age gap, yes i know some people react sensitive to that. so, if this isnt something for you feel free to skip this oneshot. both are consenting adults.

choose a song from this playlist to listen to while reading: a past life you dont remember

the house was nearly silent. only from upstairs the quiet sounds of an ongoing tv show were playing. you never slept in complete silence whenever leon wasnt at home. it made you feel save, it simulated that you werent completely alone in this big house. a house you both chose together when looking for a place. it became simply too cramped inside leon's small city apartment. you spent most of your time at his place anyways. when the two of you finally moved into this house, it didnt seemed that big. until the day leon left for a mission. suddenly the house felt too empty, too big for a single person. it didnt even helped that he had gifted you a puppy, mumbling something like "so you wont feel lonely anymore when im away." sure a dog kept your mind busy, you loved that little furball but he couldnt replace your boyfriend. it couldnt silence the constant worry whenever he was fighting terorrism out there.

leon and you had met 2 years ago in a bar. it was a simple girls night between you and your colleagues from work. who would had thought that the most handsome man on this planet would be there too. sure he was 47 back then but god his eyes, his dumb jokes and that smile. yes that smile. it was the reason why you gave him your number. from then on you two had hit it off and everything else was history. now two years later you were laying in the shared bed, which was too big, too empty without him. the worry nearly consumed you, he wasnt home yet, despite promising to come home tonight. he had promised to be back before dinner. your eyes grew heavy as you pulled leon's blanket closer against your chest. sleep finally washed over you as the tv kept playing in the backround.

around 2am in the morning the front door to their shared house finally opened. leons shoulders slumbed forward as the door clicked shut behind him. it was far too late, later than he had promised. tomorrow he wouldnt hear the end of it, knowing how worried you must had been the whole time. upstairs he heard the tv playing, indicating that you were already asleep. kicking his boots from his feet, he throws his duffel bag into one of the corners. his feet dragged over the stairs as his heart hammered inside his chest. all he wanted was to get to you. for 2 long months he was away, away from the only person he could call "home".

slowly and quietly leon opened the door to their shared bedroom. the moment he finally saw you, his whole body relaxed. walking over to the bed he pulled his shirt over his head, while peeling himself out of his pants and the rest of his gear. not minding if they were still stained with blood or dirt. the washing machine and the bathroom could wait. more important was the matter or rather the person right in front of him. your breathing was slow, telling him you were really already asleep. carefully leon moved your hair to the side as he climbed into the bed behind you.

his arm snaked around your waist while he pressed his face against the back of your neck. inhaling your scent his eyes fluttered shut. a slow grunt crept up his throat as his thumb drew soft circles on the skin of your hips. he had missed this, had missed you. your warmth seeped into his body as leon pressed his broad chest against you, pulling you even closer. one of his legs slid between yours just to be as close as possible to you. this was the only place he felt safe. he inhaled again, slower this time. savouring your scent while pressing a lazy kiss on your shoulder.

"missed you so much ... missed this" leon mumbled against your skin, making sure not to disturb your sleep. his hand on your waist slid underneah your shirt, palm splaying across your stomach. feeling the gentle rise of your breathing. sometimes when he woke up from nightmares in the middle of the night, he did the same thing. making sure you were still alive, still real. you stirred slightly against his touch, your body turning inside his arms to face him. it was instinctively, you always searched for leon's warmth in the middle of the night. so when your half asleep brain finally registered that he was indeed here, your eyes opened slowly.

a slow smile appeared on your face as a hand came up, resting against his cheek. "hello you .." your voice was raspy as your thumb brushed gently over leon's stuble at his jawline. "you're late." "i know baby .. i know, im sorry" leon leaned against your touch, savouring every second of this moment. the smile on your face only grew wider as you turned fully into his direction. scrunching your nose you couldnt help but laugh "you stink."

pinching your cheek, leon pulled you flush against his body. the first thing he would do in the morning was taking a shower. for now he simply lowered his head, burying his face inside your hair. this is where he wants to be. if he could, he would never let you go. would never go back out there ever again. the warmth of your body against his own and the exhaustion in his bones, pulled him slowly into a deep sleep. hoping that today, those nightmares wouldnt haunt him. hoping that you would keep him save.

while the world needed him, he needed you.

residentevilweirdo

R.U mine? (Leon Kennedy)

Summary: Different Leon eras telling you for the first time he's yours.

This part contains Re6 and Re9 Leon, part one already on my profile with Re2 and Re4. Enjoy :)

Re6:

It had been a long time since you last saw Leon, probably two or three years without any kind of contact with him, until you finally found him.

Alone in a dark street, crossing paths with you again after all those years of hoping to see you again. To Leon it felt like a gift sent from heaven, to you it felt more like a victory, finding him had not been easy after all.

He had never been a man of many words, and even though the hug he gave you was all you needed to understand everything, the way you felt his pulse quicken in realization, the way his arms closed around you like they would never let you go again said more than anything he could’ve said out loud.

Because that had been his first mistake, letting you out of his sight because of work, because they sent him away and he couldn’t stop it, because he should have said no to leaving town, to leaving you.

He invited you to his new apartment. Well, it was technically just new for you, because it already felt like him, a little messy but clean enough to call it home.

You had your own hotel room a few blocks away, and even though you didn’t hesitate for a second to accept his offer, it wasn’t just because you wanted to see him. You needed it. You needed to hear from him how good his life was now, to convince yourself to go back home, to convince yourself it had been stupid to come to this big city just to find him when he had probably already built a life without you.

You had pictured a hundred scenarios in your head on your way there. In most of them he was married, because any girl would be lucky to be his wife, you knew that, and he probably knew it too. You even pictured him as a father. God, he would be the greatest dad, there was no doubt about that. You used to dream about it when you were just two rookies in love.

But when you saw his apartment, with clothes on the floor and dusty corners you had to look closely to even notice, you realized he was not married. He had no children. He was living on his own, surviving just like the rookie you once met.

His face turned a little pink just like the old times, and he started “cleaning” as fast as he could, but you only laughed it off.

There was no homemade food in his fridge, something he apologized for before ordering pizza, but you know what he had? What he still kept buying even when he didn’t really like the taste?

Your favorite brand of wine.

He handed it to you, no glass because he didn’t have one, just the bottle and the quiet hope that you still liked it.

You did.

The night passed in a blur, sharing the bottle, taking turns after each sip, talking about everything. It started with the typical “do you remember when…” kind of conversation, but slowly it turned into something deeper, something more intimate, something neither of you realized you had been holding onto for all these years.

And when he apologized for leaving, his tone changed.

There was no more of the bittersweet happiness you had shared so far, it was only regret mixed with nostalgia and wine.

And then, it just happened.

“I want you to stay,” he said.

His shoulder was pressed against yours as you both sat on the floor. You turned your head to look at him, and he wasn’t joking. You knew that because Leon always laughed before his own jokes.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to… it’s just…” he sighed, looking down at his hands. “When I left town, I wanted to ask you to come with me. I really wanted to. But I thought it would be selfish, asking you to leave everything just for me. And I still don’t know if you would’ve called that selfish, but I regret not asking every single day I’ve been without you.”

His eyes lifted back to yours.

You opened your mouth to answer, but closed it again, because words suddenly felt useless.

“I promise you I’ve never stopped loving you, not even for a day, not even for a second. If you decide to go, I’ll respect it. But if you decide to stay… I’m yours. This, all I have, all I am… it’s not much, but it’s yours if you want it.”

Re9:

Missions were especially complicated when it came to Leon Kennedy. The guy had been reckless since the day he arrived at the FBI, impossible to command until it was you who was assigned to him.

You were not a field agent, not good under all that pressure. You preferred to stay in your office, sitting behind your desk, giving instructions the field agents needed to survive, and you absolutely loved your job.

That was until Leon was assigned to you.

If you said right, he turned left.

If you said don’t, he said yeah.

It was like he wasn’t even capable of listening to orders. Your first mission together was awful. He made it, barely, and when he arrived back at base you were already on your way to confront him.

His eyes landed on you for the first time. I mean, he had only heard your voice before, but seeing you in person was completely different. He didn’t recognize you immediately, he just saw an angel walking straight toward him with a very furious expression.

“You reckless, disobedient man, do you want to get yourself killed down there? Is that what you want?”

Oh.

That made sense.

So this was what you looked like.

“Woah, calm down, gorgeous. There’s something called instinct,” he said, trying to sound casual.

You were already preparing your response when it hit you.

“Don’t… gorgeous?” you asked, your cheeks turning pink, caught completely off guard.

“Well… yeah. If I had known sooner the bossy voice on the radio looked like this, I would’ve been a hell of a lot more obedient,” he answered, clearly enjoying your reaction.

You straightened immediately, trying to regain control of the situation, even if your cheeks were still warm.

“Well now you know, and if you’re that stubborn again I’m going to turn your radio off and let you die out there like you so desperately seem to want to,” you shot back, forcing your tone to stay firm.

He smirked, clearly not intimidated. You were not only pretty and bossy, you had a hell of a personality… he was in love.

Well, that was twenty years ago.

And guess what? You were still pretty, bossy, and his partner, but now you were also his wife.

And him? He was still stubborn as hell, but a little less, just for you.

“Turn left, Leon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, gorgeous,” he answered softly.

“Leon, we’ve been doing this for twenty years. Don’t you trust me?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“With my life, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”

melancho1e

love’s gone, but I still want attention. come back babe

that-syd

@ you

emotionalwords

aussie-bookworm

Reblog to sign the get well soon card for AO3

chongoblog

Hey future me! You’re a weiner! And guess what? No matter what comeback or scathing insult you can come up with to give me in retaliation, that shit’s gonna fall on deaf ears cuz Past Me’s never gonna know what you’re sayin. Get rekt idiot

chongoblog

>:(

chongoblog