hi! id like to send from my sideblog vidyagamereference but yknow how tumblr is :/
i just read some of your fics (binged more like) and i love how you write!! so i was wondering, can i request a/b/o with alpha leon kennedy x ftm omega reader? ignore this ans take the compliment if youre not about that, i dont wanna ask anything youre not comfortable giving
if youre continuing: id like one where reader is oblivious to flirting but trying his best and leon is flirting Hard! with some cute getting together after a long period of pining, maybe reader has one of leons sweaters or jackets and they wear it around him in public one day and leon gets all excited bc now reader smells like him! (hot n bothered excited or fluffy romantic excited you choose!) prompt fill thats scw or nsfw is up to you!
(and maybe if youre down you could make reader have lots of beauty marks and freckles just for my own self indulgence lmao) ((and if youre okay with making it super self indulgent i have a beauty mark under my left eye and on the right hinge of my jaw with lots on my neck)) okay im embarrassing myself ill leave now thank you byeee
I’m back from the dead! Thanks for the compliment and request anon, I’ll start working ‼️
Alpha!Leon Kennedy x Omega!Ftm!Reader (fluff bc I LOVE fluff)
I, too, am self indulgent and chose to have reader borrow Leon’s clothes during his bad heat cycles bc sex makes him (me) uncomfortable
To make up for my own self indulgence, reader does have a lot of birthmarks 🫡
Written with RE2 Leon in mind but if his first day went perfectly well (I’m going to KILL everyone in capcom/j)
Edit: oml im so fucking stupid. I was so tried when writing bc I always write when I have nothing to do (aka at like 1am) so I don’t think my brain properly processed anything 😭 anyways not proofread
You and Leon worked together at the RPD. It was simple: follow orders and help people. At least, you wished it was that simple. Everything would’ve been perfectly fine if you had never developed that dumb crush on your colleague. You’re 99% sure Leon is straight and doesn’t have any feelings for you whatsoever… right? Right. That being said, working with him was causing you to have internal panic attacks. What does it mean when he says that the RPD uniform looks hot on you? Is this some sort of joke or is he being honest? And, for the love of god, why did his hand move over yours at least fifty times per day? Again, is he joking?
Every interaction you ever had with him made you lose two hours of sleep every night. You were just being delusional; you were sure of it. Even if he did like you, he would probably leave as soon as you told him you were trans, just like everyone else. That’s what you thought for the first couple months of work until your heat cycle started. You hate it. Most of your colleagues are alphas and they didn’t understand why you would want to turn down a mating session with your heat being that bad— it’s not like you can just tell them your biggest secret. Leon was the only person who never brought it up. Despite hating when other people brought it up (whether it be your scent or how you’re acting), you wished he said something. Hell, you wished he could just do a little more than hold your hand. Your gaze, at this point, was burning a hole into the back of the poor man’s neck so he turned to face you with his sweet expression, his voice the most relieving thing to your ears as he spoke, “Do you need any help?”
Finally. You could almost jump for joy at this point. A shaky breath escaped you as you nodded and then quickly corrected yourself, “No- no… never mind. I’ll be fine.” Idiot. How could you forget that this perfect being of a man would never even consider liking you? He’s probably asking if you need any help with work.
Leon’s eyebrows knitted together. “Let me…” he moved towards you, “Let me help you, please. I-I’m not offering to mate or anything like that… but just tell me what you need, okay?” Leon said gently. You shook your head, “No, I’m fine, I swear. Besides, if anyone were to help in anyway I’d prefer it to be someone who loved me mutually or something…” you laughed nervously. Your alarm set on your phone went off, signaling that your shift was over for the day. Quickly, you shut it off. Leon grabbed his sweater that was previously draped over his chair and laid it over your shoulder. Before you could say anything, Leon, with his face completely red, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek along with a whisper of, “I do love you” before slipping out of the office.
You were oblivious. That’s what you thought as you laid down in bed, wearing Leon’s sweater. His scent caused you to calm yourself down for only a couple seconds before your mind brought you back to that moment… he loves you. But will he still love you after you tell him you’re trans? Small tears blurred your vision as you buried yourself in his sweater.
To get it over with, you pulled out your phone and shakily pulled up Leon from your contacts. You swiftly sent him a message that told him you’re trans and that you’d understand if he wanted to leave. You didn’t expect to get an immediate response back of him telling you that it didn’t matter to him… he loves you either way. Not even giving you enough time to start endlessly sobbing out of pure happiness, he sent another message asking if you wanted to arrange a date. Why wouldn’t you want to arrange a date?
It was a sweet date at a cafe. You wore Leon’s sweater, not wanting to go without his scent turning your terrible, pounding heat into a quiet hum. His presence soothed you even further. Normally, it would’ve made your brain go haywire but, now that you know he feels the same way, being around him is warm and comfortable. Fuck, and the way he gave you those sweet kisses made you want to melt right into him. He liked to place his kisses on your birthmarks, finding your reaction cute. You both weren’t ready for an actual kiss yet, like two nervous teenagers, so you both stuck with kissing everywhere else but the lips like the cheek, forehead, nose, and hand. Holding his hand felt better. You got to trace over his palm, feeling his callouses.
Going home with him for the night was even better. No more lonely nights of craving a partner to hold you. Now, you had Leon and Leon had you.
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