Just a quick comic based on @loveiscosmicsin's epilogue chapter of her fic. This is set after Requiem. Leon's wife here is an NPC OC that @loveiscosmicsin and @theycallmedarling created for him. Her name is Daniela Moretti, Dani for short. :)
As for the three kids there other than Emily, they're Leon and Dani's kids. You can ask @loveiscosmicsin why they're all girls. (Most likely to emphasize his girl-dadness lol.)
Was rushing this because I have too many ideas for Leon and then there's work lol.
P.S. They don't know about the 'Welcome Leon' banner at the RPD so them making this welcome banner is coincidence.
After Leon gave Elpis to his friends. Chris is too busy to join this chat unfortunately. They're all older here so I had to give them slightly different hair.
AU: Somebody paid millions to clone Leon and enhanced that clone with a virus, making one of the deadliest assassins around. Of course the clone is younger, stronger, and deadlier.
Special thanks to @theycallmedarling for proofreading and for fixing my awful English and for @loveiscosmicsin for the support and suggestions. Was inspired by @cryran88 's fic.
The long awaited "talking in your sleep" song fic (for Leon) is here. And because I love you I'm doing all three remake eras muahahaha
p.s. all of these are fem!reader
re2r Leon - childhood best friend
You sit down on your bed, springs creaking with your added weight. The slight disturbance makes Leon grumble and shift in his sleep. You smirk and shake your head at how childish he seemed.
Your eyes softened, though, realizing just how much he had changed since you were little. He wasn't a child anymore, not with him being so close to graduating from police academy.
It wasn't lost on you that his muscles had grown or that he started to handle himself with at least a little more confidence.
Gone were the days of push popsicles by the pool as you giggle and fight over who can hold their breath the longest. Of running to the porch in your pajamas to peel the funnies out from the paper and hand the rest to your parents, curling up together on the couch to read them.
You smile at the memories as you brush his hair away from his pretty blue eyes, hidden only by his long lashes. One thing stayed the same, though. His chubby cheeks.
You place your hand on his baby fat, resisting the urge to pinch it. You settle for softly caressing it. You shudder to think that things might change after he graduates. Will he leave you for another girl? Well... not that you're his girl or anything. W-what you meant by that was-
Leon sighs, "Want you."
You chuckle quietly at his antics, "M' right here, silly."
He huffs in his sleep, sassy as ever. He shuffles slightly closer, fingers twitching in want. Your eyes widen briefly as his hand clamps onto your thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth.
"Need you." He wiggles even closer.
"Oh, Leon." You pout, heart aching that even in sleep he teases you. It hurt to know that your pathetic crush could be so easily triggered by sleep talking, of all things. You looked at him again, really admiring him.
He was perfect. He was Leon. And God if that didn't ruin everything else in life for you. How were you supposed to find a boyfriend if he still walked the earth? How were you supposed to open your own sodas, or pick up your own bags?
Your hand shakily slipped over his, memorizing the already-familiar terrain of his bruised knuckles. You let out a few shaky breaths, trying to come to terms with the fact that one day you'll have to let him go.
His fingers twitched under your hold. You slowly lowered yourself until you were laying down. Facing him, you felt his small puffs of breath settle between you.
He frowned before grabbing onto you and pulling you into him, his strength showing even in his sleep. He buried his nose in your collarbone. You opened your mouth to protest-
"I love you."
You stilled.
It felt like the room did, too.
"What?" You whispered.
His lips ghosted over your neck, goosebumps shivering out from wherever he touched you. You hesitated, do you wake him up? Do you ever speak to him about it?
He calls out your name sleepily, pulling away in slight confusion. You'd slept next to each other plenty of times. Legs accidentally tangled by morning. But this was different. More... somehow.
"Uh- Leon?"
He kissed your neck in his sleepy state. Did he even realize what he was doing? Did he know it was you?
"Leon- please."
"I-I'm sorry I didn't-" His eyes widen.
You turn onto your back and close your eyes, "Stop it! Don't do that to me... not when you don't mean it."
Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you wished you could pretend they weren't there.
He froze.
"Did you mean it? What you said?" Your bottom lip quivered, knowing this was a mistake.
"What did I say? When?" His voice was a little panicked.
"When you were asleep," You stared at the ceiling, "You told me you wanted me."
You paused, but he didn't say anything.
"You said you needed me."
Still silent.
"You told me that you love me." You pursed your lips before continuing, "Did you mean it?"
He grabbed your arm and turned you over to look at him. His eyes were doe-like and watery, scared. Your heart lurched at the sight. What did that mean?
He nodded his head up and down, words failing him. His eyes darted up and down from yours to your lips. You parted your lips, which you were unaware sent him an invitation.
He pressed himself forward and into your lips, his soft, but a little chapped. It was a clumsy. You happened to know he had never had a girlfriend before, not counting the three day relationship in middle school. The farthest he ever went was wearing her hair tie on his wrist.
You didn't understand it at the time, but you were jealous. AKA you didn't talk to him for those three days, plus one after.
This little memory caused you to smile into the kiss.
"What?" Leon asked, a little nervous that it was his inexperience that made you laugh.
"Do you remember when you had that girlfriend in middle school for, like, three days?"
He rolled his eyes, "Don't remind me, you didn't talk to me the whole time."
You giggled, pleased that he remembered just as clearly as you did.
"You know I only did that to try and make you jealous, right?" He smiled, "She kinda knew, I think. Everyone knew I loved you. I broke up with her because you stopped talking to me, you know. Not because she walked weird, like I had said."
"Really?" You stared at him with wide eyes.
He nodded, "I wish I had been awake when I told you how I feel. But... I probably never would have. I know it's pathetic but I was too scared to ruin everything."
You put your palm over his cheek, "No, no. It's not. I didn't want to either. I love us so much, the thought of making a mistake... I never thought you'd like me back. Not when you're you."
He furrowed his brows, "What do you mean?"
You tucked your chin and looked away from him, bashful to express it, "Well, I mean... you're just so perfect. How can I not love you?"
"N-No I'm not! Wait, you love me?"
You were tired of wasting time on words, so you kissed him with the same fervor he did you. He was stunned, but not for long. He brought his hands into your hair and bit your lip. You didn't know your sweet Leon had it in him.
"Leon," You spoke out like a breath- involuntary yet necessary for survival.
He deepened his kiss, moving slower, tasting you. He broke away and caught his breath, looking deep into your eyes as he did.
"Stay."
"I love you."
"Stay with me."
"Always."
re4r Leon, recovering from Las Plagas in Luis' lab
You held his hand and the lasers moved into place. If it would be anything like your experience, you knew he was about to experience the worst pain of his life.
Nothing could describe the panic you felt when you saw him crumpled on the ground, barely breathing. At first you thought he was dead. But a deadly wheeze proved you wrong. Didn't make you feel much better, though.
You dragged and heaved all 180 pounds of him into the chair, your freshly operated on body hurting with the exertion.
"Hang on Leon." You had said, mostly to yourself. You felt him slipping away by the moment.
And now you were waiting for the procedure to begin, the glowing green button saying diagnose stared back at you tauntingly.
His howls of pain were a pang in your heart. You didn't care that he had a vice-like hold on your hand. You felt tears in your eyes at simply having to see him in pain.
At the peak of his pain you lowered your forehead to his fist, uttering prayers and kissing his knuckles. But he was strong. You knew he was. And he made it through to the other side.
His breaths were heaving and he stayed out from the pain. But you watched as his black veins disappeared, replaced by a healthy blue hue.
"W-Want you..." He mumbled weakly.
"I'm here, I'm here." You said in a rush, brushing his blonde hair from his sweaty forehead. You felt for fever, your fingers darting every which way.
His hand held yours, he waited a moment. You were tempted to peel it away from his hold, but you were curious too.
"I need you."
You knew he didn't mean it like that. He was on the brink of death, for Christ's sake. But dang if it didn't make your heart skip a beat.
You laughed nervously, thinly, "You don't need me. You can handle yourself."
His brows furrowed, and you were pleased to see that he was understanding you more. That he was coming to.
He turned his head to the side and tightened his fist, "I love you."
"I- I-" You stuttered, wondering if it was even worth responding to someone who was clearly delusional.
It was a little disappointing, if you were being honest. Who knew who he was really imagining right then. Was it that woman who helped you escape Saddler?
Leon's eyes blinked and fluttered open, calling out your name, "You did this?"
"Yeah. Yeah... I did this." You looked to the side for a moment, "Are you ok?"
He just stared at you.
"Leon, seriously, are you alright? I need to know if-"
You didn't get to finish your thought, seeing as how he kissed you like a man who just cheated death. Like a man who just saw the grim reaper, flipped him off, and lived to tell the tale.
He pulled you on top of him, your knees on either side of his legs. You never would've guessed today would end in you kissing Leon in a surgery chair, but here you were.
You broke away for air, leaving Leon delirious, and not from the virus.
"Are you ok, though?" You trailed his cheek with your finger.
He laughed, "Really?"
You scrunched up your shoulders, "I'm worried about you! Is that a crime?"
He shook his head with a smile. Smoothing the crown of your head with fondness in his eyes.
"If we should be making fun of anyone, it should be you. I know that you want me, need me, and love me." You poked his cheek.
He stilled. His eyes widened. "What?"
"Wanna know how I know I'm right? I heard you in your sleep."
"Oh." He uttered, almost embarrassed. "Well, not the worst thing I could've said in my sleep, right?"
You smiled wryly, "Shut up."
"Yes ma'am." He leaned back in to kiss you, not caring that there were more monstrosities coming after you left this haven of a room. It didn't matter. Not when you had each other.
re9 Leon - DSO coworker
Leon turned his office light off and cracked his back, groaning louder than he would have if there were others in the office.
But it was dark and lonely, just him. Well, at least he thought it was only him.
There was you. Conked out and practically drooling onto your desk. Papers were strewn about, with too many folders for one girl to manage. But you always did. And Leon admired you for that.
He walked up to your desk without much thought. He didn't know what he would do, or if he would say anything. He just wanted to see you.
Chris would poke fun at him, say he had a crush on the girl down the hall. But he couldn't deny it too much. Because he did, damn it. He had a crush at 49 years old.
He took his hefty jacket off and placed in gingerly over you. The fur tickled your neck and you shifted.
"..eon?" You mumbled out. Leon's eyes opened wide, were you dreaming?
You sighed and readjusted, "Want you..."
Leon chuckled under his breath and peel some hair away from your mouth. He wished he could spend more time with you. Sometimes, you would go to a bar together after work. And one time he really almost said it as he walked to your car.
He can take bullets and monsters but the second he has to talk to you its like he's a rookie in 'nam! He stammered and said goodnight, opening your passenger door instead of the drivers on accident. You laughed it off, hugging him goodbye like you didn't mind that he was an idiot.
Now he stared at you, so vulnerable, yet still a code to crack. You grumbled.
"Need you..." You frowned.
He looked around, almost feeling like he was interrupting something. He wasn't meant to hear this! Not to mention that he didn't know who you were referring to. The idea of it being another man sent lava through his veins.
That's it. He had to wake you up.
He touched your arm, sliding down to take your fingers. He opened his mouth, hoping to gently wake you to this world.
"I love you... eon." Did he hear that properly? Is he losing his hearing already? I mean... he didn't exactly wear ear protection on the field like Sherry told him to.
He shook your arm, saying your name, "You'll hurt your back like that, believe me."
You stretched and looked around in confusion, "Huh? Oh, Leon?"
"Uh, hey. I'm about to head out... thought you should go home instead of sleeping on a desk." He scratched the back of his neck in that sheepish way you loved. For such a casanova, he sure was awkward.
"Oh, sorry. I think I was dreaming, so I didn't wake up." You hastily arranged your papers, trying to forget about your dream. The contents. The subject.
"Oh, yeah? Was it a good dream?" He fought a smile. He had you now.
You nodded your head a little too quickly, "I mean, yeah. It was... fine."
"What was it about?" He finally cracked that smirk of his.
You looked to the side, "Oh, you know, I dream about the most boring things."
"Boring's better than a nightmare, right? Who did you dream about?"
You stilled, fingers barely holding onto your keys, "Who said I was dreaming about someone?"
Leon walked closer, nearly caging you against the cubicle wall, "You did."
"Um... what do you mean?" You gulped.
He raised his hand, this newfound confidence rattling you, as he traced your jaw with his pointer finger, "In your sleep. You said that you wasnted someone... needed someone... loved someone. I wonder who that could be?"
His voice shook a little tremor at the end, betraying just how nervous he really was. You mustered up what little courage you had to meet him halfway.
You took hold of his loosened tie and pulled him down, "You know who."
He wanted to say some smart retort, something witty that would make you swoon. But you had other plans. You tugged him like a dog with its leash, pressing your lips to his. He gasped in surprise.
But Leon wasn't no quitter.
He held you closer by the waist and finally got past what made him the most nervous. He could act, but to really talk to you unnerved him. Now... he could be himself. He could tell you how he felt without talking.
So you let him speak in the only way he knew how, leaving marks in his wake as proof that Leon was here.
You broke away, "Everyone's going to see these hickeys, Leon. And they have cameras."
"They can't fire me, I'm the golden boy, remember?" He laughs, nuzzling into your neck like he was always meant to be there.
"Yeah, but they can fire me." You huffed, smoothing your hands over his back in a way that made him groan.
"I'd take care of you. You could be a stay at home wife. Do whatever you want as long I get to come home to you." He kissed below your ear and smiled, leaving bites wherever he went.
"L-Leon I'm not even your girlfriend..." You flushed and squirmed, looking away.
"Marry me." He stood at his full height, looking down at you. You'd laugh and call his bluff, if only he didn't look so... serious.
"You can't be serious." You raised your eyebrows.
"Marry me. I love you. I know you love me." He placed his large hand on the top of your head lovingly, "Marry me."
"Well, take me out first. Then get me a ring. Until then I'm just your girlfriend." You huff and look away, petulant.
"I'll get you a ring, if you promise you'll say yes." He leans down and kisses your cheek, "I just can't stand going away on a mission and not having a ring on my finger anymore. Not having your ring on my finger..."
"Oh, Leon." You place a sweet kiss on his lips, "Of course I'll say yes. But no diamond. And make it big."
He grins like the cat that caught the canary, "Yes ma'am. Mrs. Kennedy."
You slap him playfully, "Stop! You can't say that yet."
He kisses you deeply, making you forget everything, "Soon."
hehehe I loved this! I'll do Chris next, then go down the list in order of how many people voted for them.
INCREDIBLY SOFT & ATTRACTIVE THINGS THAT LEON S. KENNEDY DOES
fluff; domesticity; fem!reader x leon s. kennedy
⊱ He wakes up early, and if you don't have to wake up when he does, he'll make you breakfast & coffee/tea. Or the protien shake you make before your run. Or double check that the water on your bedside hasn't gone stale. He'll leave breakfast & coffee/tea in the microwave, or put the protein shake in the fridge. He doesn't leave a note, because you'll know it's him, and he anyways kisses you goodbye before he leaves, knowing you're awake even if you haven't yet opened your eyes and braced for the day.
⊱ He'll be having a busy day, then agree to a chat with Claire and Chris at a local diner. He'll call you, ask you to come because he needs to see you. When he gets there, Chris and Claire are waiting for him with twin smiles and cups of coffee craddled in their hands. Leon slides into the booth, and he orders his usual (coffee with creamer, no sugar). He'll mention you're coming after you've finished up the last few details at work, and Claire smiles and says she'll order for you so long. She doesn't get to ask before Leon's already telling her your usual order, no specifics left out if there are any. He hasn't even looked at Claire, instead he's shoving a bread roll into his mouth.
⊱ He bought you a soft, thick wool coat for winter — it just happens to match the vibe of his leather jacket (applies to re4r & re6)
⊱ Will cross his ankle over yours if you're sitting side by side, whether it's on the couch, airport waiting room seats, dinner table, backseat of a car, train ride, doesn't matter. His ankle is hooked over yours, and it's so automatic that neither of you think much of it. Others have noticed, but when asked, they say nothing, only: "Hmm? you saw your boss playing footsies with (Name)? What're you on? Drugs?"
⊱ He has a limited amount of music knowledge — the most he ever listens to is Linkin Park and other 90s alt-rock bands. He'll always let you choose the music that plays in the car because sometimes he feels sick of the same ten songs on his one singular playlist. He'll tell you if there's a particular song that he likes, and he knows you put those songs into a specific playlist for later use, but he doesn't tell you that he knows.
⊱ Plays marco-polo with you in the house — not for the sake of it, but because he can't find you. He'll realise he hasn't seen you walk past the living room in a bit, drag himself off the couch where he'd been dozing, and slowly walk around the house, checking inside rooms. Once he gets to the third empty room, he'll call your name, then 'marco!' You'll call out 'polo!' and he'll find you tucked inside the laundry cabinet, sitting cross-legged on the tiles while folding socks.
"What are you doing, love?"
You give him a fond, pointed look 'cause isn't it obvious?
"...Can I help?"
"'Course, you can."
He'll situate himself next to you, cross-legged too, and start folding socks with you.
⊱ Neither of you can sleep in complete darkness. It's simply not possible after everything, so he keeps the bathroom light on and closes the door just enough that a thin beam of yellow light casts across the floor. During one night when the bathroom bulb blew out, he brought one of the lamps from the living room, plugged it into the wall (even if that meant that the lamp just stood in the corner of the room on the floor), and chucked a thin scarf over it to soften the light further.
⊱ Drawing from the above, If Leon comes home from work before you do, he'll make sure that all the lamps are switched on before you come home, so that the evenings shadows don't greet you before he does — and that the fading sunlight outside doesn't bring that uneasy feeling into your stomach.
⊱ Tugs you by your belt loops to lead you to where he wants you to be, sometimes gently, sometimes urgently. He does it whether it's because he wants to go down the left sewer tunnel (oh goodie!), or if it's because you're standing too close to a ledge you both nearly tumbled over ten seconds ago, or if it's because you're lingering in one spot with your eyes glued to your work tablet, not realising that everyone else has already begun to file out of the office. The thing is, he doesn't consciously realise he's doing it. Maybe the first few times, yeah, but not anymore. Now it's just second nature, sometimes he doesn't even look at you when he does it, instead focused on something else (like the weird, disgusting thing at the end of the left sewer tunnel).
⊱ Buys your favourite treat/snack whenever he goes to the store. Sometimes he won't even be grocery shopping, and instead filling up on gas at a station. The wrapper will catch his eye, and within a second he's chucking it onto the counter while he pays for gas.
⊱ He's constantly checking up on you. Whether its over text (r u ok? when r u getting home?) or out in the field. "You all right?" "Hey, you OK?" Touches you softly on the shoulder if he can too, eyes doing a quick scan of your body for injuries or illness.
⊱ Says some of the corniest things he can think of because he loves your reactions the best.
*After literally fighting off hordes of Las Plagas cult knights* "Nighty-night, knights."
"Oh my word—stop it."
⊱ Taps his fingers against your knuckles if your hand is resting near him. Whether its on your lap or on the table, he'll gently drum his fingers along the smooth skin of your hand, going down to your wrist all the way back up to your fingertips. You don't know why he does it, but it must be calming for him. If your knuckles are bruised and healing, he's extra soft, and doesn't tap. He'll just trace patterns along the skin that's not red and angry.
Okay hear me out, re9 leon with a reader with nighttime problems like insomnia or nightmares or just rolling around like a rotisserie chicken in the night and waking up repeatedly because I just KNOW that old man be taking his sleep seriously eyemask and white noise machine ON DECK
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Years of being awake for over 24 hours at a time and waking up in the dead of night in a cold sweat meant Leon takes sleep very seriously in his 50s.
He bought a top notch noise machine, a self cooling mattress, and actually had someone program all the lights in his so that they dim automatically in the evening to help his racing brain relax.
It was costly, but he never really knew what the hell to do with all his money besides spoil you anyway.
After the both of you finish showering, he dries his hair with a towel and you snicker at how wildly frayed the ash tinged strands become.
“Excuse me, Mr. Einstein,” you coo, ruffling the hair at the nape of his neck ad you slip past him to grab something on the bathroom counter.
He huffs,“You were the one death gripping Mr. Einsteins hair earlier.”
You grimace, “Okay this Einstein-talk is getting weird.”
By the time you guys step into the bedroom, the lights are already dimmed to a warm amber.
On the nightstand you see Leon’s earplugs, the white noise machine set to a low rainfall. Beside it, a black sleep mask is folded neatly, a prescription bottle, and a tall glass of cold water.
They were meant for him, but he always ended up giving you one of the plethora of items to help you stop tossing and turning in your sleep.
You had always been a restless sleeper, if you weren’t moving around like a rotisserie chicken, you either couldn’t sleep at all or had nightmares so bad you woke up with a jolt and a racing heart.
A while ago, you could tell your tossing and turning was keeping Leon up. It was obvious in the way he was more sluggish in the mornings, and saw some HR emails on his computer. Apparently he got into trouble for having a bit of a short fuse.
You felt so guilty you started sleeping in the guest room to avoid disturbing Leon’s sleep. You said it helped you sleep better, but you lied for his sake.
Leon was not a fan of the sleep divorce. You woke up that morning confused as hell, apparently Leon had kidnapped you in the middle of the night. He said that something about you not being there with him put him on edge.
You suppose it was because Leon feared something would happen to you if he wasn’t there to protect you. Either that, or he was more of a cuddle bug than he cared to admit.
Leon clicks off the overhead light, and the bed dips when he lays down with a tired grunt.
After few moments he looks over to see you staring at the ceiling, feet already flexing and shifting around every so often.
“Feelin’ okay?” he asks, bringing the arm closest to you to gently rub your jittery legs.
You sigh. “Yeah.”
He hums softly and slides closer beside you to. For the first few minutes, it’s peaceful. But then you start moving again.
A leg jerks. The blanket twists around you weirdly so you turn over.
Leon stays still, eyes closed.
You flop onto your stomach with a frustrated groan.
He opens one eye, “You fighting someone in your head?”
“Mhmm,” You mumble in frustration.
There’s the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“Let’s hope they K.O you then, yeah?”
He can see you practically roll your eyes behind your eyelids, but theres a smile forming on your lips anyway.
He reaches over and drapes an arm across your waist.
You settle for a moment, then you roll again for a few more times, twisting Leon’s arm with you as you turn so your the little spoon.
Finally, under the weight of his limb, you fall under.
A few days later, there’s a new package on the bed.
You narrow your eyes, “What’s that?”
Leon shrugs as he cuts the plastic open, “Experimental therapy.”
He pulls out a weighted blanket, it’s thick, soft, and dark gray.
You blink. “A blanket?”
He smooths it out across the mattress. “Yeah, it’s weighted. You tend to move less when something’s holding you down.”
You arch a brow.
“Not like that,” he mutters, sensing your childish innuendo.
You snicker.
He gives you a flat look, before pointing at the bed.
You roll your eyes and flop onto your designated spot.
He spreads the blanket over you once you’re lying down, making sure it tuck the blanket the way you like.
To your surprise, it settles heavily across your body and weighs you down.
Your usually restless shifting softens to small adjustments and you can feel your eyelids grow heavier within minutes.
Leon sighs, feeling the tension leave his body, “Like puttin’ a baby to sleep.”
In your half asleep state, you tell yourself to tease him about his the one liner tomorrow morning.
The weighted blanket was nice and all, but sometimes it wasn’t just your body that needed to be held in place, it was your mind.
So if you’ve had a bad day, Leon adjusts the evening without mentioning it.
He keeps the TV volume softer than usual in the background and cooks something simple with you, making sure to keep the dad jokes at a maximum just to hear you giggle.
After dinner, when you both lie down, he tells you to start talking.
“It helps me sleep.” He yawned, one arm under his head as he holds you to his chest.
“Oh so I’m boring.”
Leon exhales, “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” you mumble.
“C’mon,” he coaxes, nudging you closer, “whats going on in that head of yours?”
So you ramble about everything that comes to mind.
Something you read, something that annoyed you, then you bring up that 100 men vs 1 gorilla debate on tik tok a while ago.
“A hundred men…for one gorilla? ” he says, almost unimpressed.
You swat his chest. “You seriously think you can take down a gorilla?”
He opens his mouth and you can just sense his response
“—With your bare hands?”
He turns his head slightly toward you, “I’m seriously not allowed any weapons?”
The debate goes on for another 5 minutes, before you finally switch the topic.
As you ramble, Leon’s palm drifts to your hairline, and he brushes a few stray hairs back.
Then again.
Then again.
The motion is absentminded, but your talking slows and you start mixing up your words.
“And then I thought maybe if we moved the couch but then the—the…” You yawn mid-sentence.
Leon’s lips graze lightly at your temple.
“Go to sleep.”
You drift off, and the next morning you tell him he was boxing a gorilla in your sleep.
A week before his next mission, you can’t sleep. Something about him going to Wrenwood, so close to Raccoon city…it unsettled you.
You know how you get when you’re anxious. You’ll roll, wake up, probably drag him down with you, so you slip out of the room quietly.
The guest room is colder and smaller. You sit on the edge of the bed for a while before lying down, tucking an arm under the pillow.
A soft knock at the doorframe.
You look up.
Leon stands there, shirtless with his sweatpants hanging low, hair slightly mussed from sleep.
“Why’re you in here?”
You shrug.
“I’m gonna move around a lot. Didn’t wanna disturb you.”
Leon’s eyes soften almost imperceptibly. He crosses the room quietly and sits beside you.
“You won’t.”
He lies down behind you without asking, one arm slides around your waist.
His firm chest presses warm against your back and his breathing shifts to be slower, exaggerated slightly.
You think he might be doing it on purpose, but you match it without thinking.
After a few minutes, your body starts to relax.
Right before you drift off, you mumble:
“You should go back to our bed.”
A faint exhale of a laugh brushes your hair.
“Yes ma’m.”
But he stays anyway.
a/n: thank you for the request :p
low-key relatable, i think I have restless leg syndrome. like they will not stop moving unless I wear like 3 heavy blankets even though I get so hot at night lol.
also sorry if this was doodoo, I’m currently cramming for midterms hehe (kms)
