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He's so babygirl
Literally me
[day 11]
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a question, how would react RE6 Leon when watching RERemake! Chris
Something like this.
resident evil stamps 3.
re6 leon campaign.
f2u with credits or reblog + like.
want stamps of a specific character/game? feel free to request.
Playing re6 and in the town and THIS FATASS WONT DIE. And the way things just come out of nowhere and leon's little witty remarks make me giggle. For example he got hit by fucking car and went "guess we aren't going that way 🤓☝️" like no shit sherlock. You're back is going to suck in like 3 years.
He's so pretty though i feel like puking. His hair and eyes and the way he walks and talks to Helena 🙏. Idk im just head over heels. Maybe its the fact he looks like he takes it up the butt. Ive found that my type revolves around men like that. Helena is so fine too omgggg.
I love her hair and the outfits are just mwah 💋. Anyway thats my little rant. I'm no where near done with the game but I'm definitely going to rant and update as I go.
Just some photos I took in Re6 and I finished Leon's campaign!! I really loved playing it even when the controls would only flash for a second and then I'd suddenly be dead. But I really liked the story and just seeing Leon's emotions and stuff. Some moments you can see just how caring he is and it made me melt. Anyway that's all and I'm going to do Chris's campaign next!
aeon in re6 :
౨ৎ thinking about this trope but with aeon.
it really made me think of a few passages. First in re6 where’s leon, after watching the video tape of a clone of ada emerging from a cocoon (which is none other than clara).
you can read his confusion in his facial expressions, which later joins his questioning.
later, after seeing Leon and Helena both confused by what's going on, ada watches the "happy birthday ada wong" tape. The first thing she says after watching it is : " no wonder leon is confused. " he didn't need to verbally express his confusion to her; she already knew how he reacted.
this goes back to the fact that she knows him, despite everything. like in the boat scene in the remake of re4, where Leon glances at her, seems to want to say something, but doesn't take the first step and ask her directly.
leon is the first to look at the other on the boat. He gives her a quick glance before turning his head and looking away. Just after, ada turns her head slightly, to look at him too, before turning her attention back to what’s in front of her.
leon then seems to want to look at her again, with his head tilting to one side then back to the other, but doesn't do so. He's hesitant, not sure how to approach her, or ask his question.
it’s ada who breaks the silence, noticing his confusion, his hesitation. She can easily tell what he's thinking, it goes with ada's perceptive, observant nature. This idea of " i know you " can be seen just after where she tells him : " you haven’t changed, you just think you have. "
despite leon’s colder, more distant demeanour than before in raccoon city, she knows that deep down he’s still the same leon. The same leon who wants to protect the innocent, help people and make a difference.
i personally love this trope and these details in their relationship. the fact that ada and leon meet most of the time on missions, in very harsh, traumatic conditions (like raccoon city, las plagas...). and so she sees a part of him that few people get to see.
she always seems to read him pretty easily. Perhaps it's their traumatic experiences that connect them, both having been through the same missions, knowing what the other has been through. It's a bond that they share. It also made me think of the lyrics "where you go, i go, what you see, i see" and i think it suits them well. (help idk if it makes any sense)
i will never shut up about the parallels between this scene and the one in re2 remake.
how, in both scenes, they find themselves in the same exact position. Both trying to pull the other up so that they don’t fall into the void.
but unfortunately their hands end up slipping, causing the other person to fall.
how both stretch out their hands in the hope of perhaps catching them, but it's too late. (also hearing leon's "no" of despair still hurts my heart)
both scenes feature the tragic fates of the characters. Helena saw her sister transform before her eyes, and tried to bring her back to herself, only to lose her.
and Leon, who bonded with a woman he thought was on the same side as him, only to learn that in reality she is a spy who wants to steal the G-virus. Despite the feeling of betrayal, he didn't want to lose another person in Raccoon City. Another person he couldn't save.
just look at his face when he realizes that he might not be able to save her.
it's an event that has left its mark on leon. And when he and ada watch Helena lose her sister in the same way they left each other in Raccoon city, the two immediately looked at each other.
you can see that it reminds them of the past. And for just a few seconds, their eyes meet. Leon seems thoughtful, or sorry for Helena, because he can understand the feeling of losing someone you care about like this.
even though the two scenes have different backgrounds, the parallels between them are quite obvious, and accentuates the painful aspect.
bonus : (if you can call it that) his face right after he thought he lost ada forever. I CANT DO THIS TODAY.
and i'm glad i get forever to see where you end.
The Floor is Lava
Leon signs up for the Netflix competition, "The Floor is Lava," dragging you along with him.
a/n: unoriginal asf title ik 😔 but i watched tfil and saw this gorgeous king and thought "leon kennedy" so u get this.
tw: dirty talk (if u can call it that nun too serious) suggestive content and cutie pie cringe leon 🤧
wc: 2.9k
part two???? if this gets attention 🥰
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You desperately cling to the rope, watching your knuckles turn white against the scratchy material. When you had jumped, you had expected a gentle swaying as you elegantly traversed the course, easily landing on the toy block.
But with neon orange slime spurting everywhere, covering you in the sticky substance and causing you to lose your footing, such grace was something you couldn’t afford. You gingerly place your foot on the block, your unset destination, immediately slipping away as another tawny bubble bursts to the left, startling you.
Holding on for dear life (and $10,000), you shift your wary gaze to Leon. He’s not too far away, a sheen of sweat beading down the side of his face as he makes the jump to a yellow bed, landing on shaky legs but miraculously not falling off.
He turns to you, grim determination set in the lines of his face, the planes of his cheekbones lifting in what seems to be an encouraging smile.
Leon didn’t tell you when he signed you both up for The Floor is Lava, to be recorded on camera as you made an absolute fool of yourself trying to complete an obstacle course with him. When the acceptance came in the mail, he looked so confident that you could win that it was hard to say no.
What really enticed you was the cash prize, a sum of ten thousand dollars. And you figured, why not try? It was free to join and aside from being publicly humiliated, there was nothing to lose.
Since they were done with trios, the director wanted to film couples, so your introduction was mainly just Leon talking about you two while you fiddled with your fingers, sitting with your knee dug into his, avoiding the camera crew’s intense stare.
And now, you finally find the courage to step onto the block, stumbling forward, finding purchase on the very edge. You slowly exhale, brushing away the strands of hair framing your face. Guess you’re not looking your best either.
Leon easily leaps from each obstacle, barely looking exhausted, quickly grabbing his exit pass and swinging over to you. You can see him through the Connect-4 board, one of your favorite board games, although not at the time.
“Uh, what do I need to do?” he calls out to you, stretching his arms. The graphic tee he’s wearing has ridden up his body, exposing the low ridge of his abdomen. The cameras are drinking it up, taking one too many close up shots for your liking.
You huff under your breath and shout back, “Knock out that piece at the bottom so I can climb up!”
“What piece?” You watch him look around on the platform he’s standing on. The toy blocks stacked in a neat pattern around him catch your eye.
“Push the blocks!” He nudges a block with his boot, confusion contouring his expression for a moment before it clicks and he kicks the tower. It collapses quickly under his force, revealing a spare weight.
The only problem is it looks an awful lot like something you’d put on a dumbbell, and you’ve never seen Leon go to the gym. You know that his job requires combat training and a whole lot of strength, but you’re unsure if he can lift something that heavy. He inspects it carefully, a frown creasing the space between his eyebrows.
“Can you lift-” He crouches and lifts the weight like it’s nothing. You stare, speechless, as he slots it into place right above the coin.
“Hurry up, sweetheart,” he urges with a subtle wink.
You use the pieces like stairs, reaching for the exit pass stuck at the top. Once your fingers are clutched around it, you immediately stick it onto the velcro on your shirt, fearing losing it.
“Got it,” you confirm, dangling your legs off the top of the board. Leon waits at the bottom, arms outstretched, fingers slightly curled as if you’re already in his grasp. You giggle at the thought and give him a lazy smile before leaping down, landing right in front of him.
“I’m no damsel in distress,” you tease, using the edge of the platform to somewhat scrape the saffron slime off the bottom of your sneakers. It was good that you picked an old pair that was already coming apart for this.
Leon fakes a pouty look, narrowing his eyes and jutting out his bottom lip. He crosses his hands over his chest, over his heart, and leans back dramatically.
“Oh, dear heavens, save me from this goddess of a woman, who brings woe is me!” he blabbers, trying to come across as somewhat comprehensible.
“Woe is not you,” you scoff. “Besides, you wouldn’t have been able to catch me anyways.”
His expression dims. If anything, he was most disappointed when you assumed that he couldn’t do things for you. “Wasn’t that far, love,” he mumbles.
“You’re already sore,” you tease, “you old man.”
“I’m not that old,” he protests but a steady grin spreads across his face. Usually his age would’ve hit a sore spot and stayed but he seems like he’s in a good mood today.
“Thirty seconds,” the commentator calls out, sounding quite bored. You feel bad for the man, usually he’s always rushing to add a snarky comment, like you expected after watching the previous three seasons of the show. But he’s been silent, so you assume that the target was to focus on the couples and romance and stuff.
You prefer snark.
But that doesn’t mean you can’t play at the flirty card.
You throw an arm around Leon’s neck leisurely, pushing the warning of thirty seconds to the back of your mind. You press a kiss to his lips, fast but as deep as you can make it without wasting too much time.
You step away with a sneaky grin lingering on your face at Leon’s dazed expression. He snaps out of it and meets your eyes with the same mischievousness. Despite dating for over two years and knowing each other for even longer, it feels like you’re discovering something new about him every day.
You both rush through the last obstacle, a five foot jump, the tension ringing in your ears. Leon cheers for you as you prepare to cover the distance, slightly worried about losing your footing.
“You’re on fire, hot stuff!” he hollers, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Just keep burning rubber ‘till the bike's wheels fall off!”
“In what world do I ride a motorbike?” You roll your eyes (expecting Leon’s cringe lines) and the buzzer sounds just as you spread out on the finishing mat, collapsing beside him, panting heavily. He presses a soft peck to the curve of your neck, lying there as a jaunty theme plays and the commentator nearly jumps up from his seat to express his true feelings about the runthrough.
“And they’ve made it to the volcano!” he exclaims, jumping from behind the railing. The cameras zoom in on you two, and you make an effort to crane your neck and offer a weak smile before flopping back down, letting yourself relax.
“So, angel,” he whispers. “Anything else you wanna ride?”
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You keep the words of courage (not that last bit) in your mind as you grip his hand, scaling up the giant mountain spewing golden goop everywhere. When they said volcano, they weren’t joking.
“You can do this,” he says assuringly.
“We can do this,” you correct with a sly smirk, noting the other couple glaring daggers at you, entwined in each other's arms.
But the cameras are off, which gives them free will to do as they wish. As if on cue, the man approaches. "That was some stunt back there. Guess Leon couldn't keep his hands off his girlfriend for five minutes, could he?"
His partner snickers cruelly. "Please, like they have any chance of winning. Let's be real, she's holding him back."
You step forward angrily but Leon's arm bars your waist. "We don't have time for their games, love. Save your energy for what matters." He locks eyes with them in a challenging stare.
“I've seen the way you look at her," the guy sneers at Leon. "It's pathetic. You're too distracted to focus on winning."
“Is he asking for it?” Leon cranes his neck to absently glance at something behind you, using the chance to mutter that into your ear.
Hands on your hips, you narrowed your eyes. "Jealous that we have what you never will? Real love and trust, not just desperation?"
The woman scoffs. "Please. Love is for the weak. This competition is about skill, and you two are lacking."
“Lacking?” You fight for a sweet smile. “The only thing lacking here is your ability to disguise that you’re desperate enough to say this to our faces.”
The guy flushes and the girl scowls, but they put on their camera smiles as the director calls out to you all. Through the course of your time here, you had watched them climb their way up the rankings and anticipated facing off against them, and however much you disliked them and however much you doubted your chances of winning, you fought to put effort into it, wanting to win to wipe those smug expressions off their faces.
“First ones to get their rocks set in place wins!” the commentator says brightly, flashing you a smile. You can’t tell if it’s genuine or forced but you don’t let it bother you, squeezing Leon’s hand tightly.
He squeezes back, looking at you with a certain kind of confidence, one that overflows from him to you. You look back at the mountain, renewing your idea of it.
The commentator counts down, thrusting his hand in time to the numbers, fingers retracting slowly before he pumps his fist in the air and you sprint off the platform. You swing your way across the bars and carefully push off from the chimney-styled column to land on the sticky surface near the base of the volcano.
The area wavers, like a raft on the ocean during a storm, making it hard to stand on your feet. Leon’s weight on the already unstable surface topples you over and you crawl to your knees in front of him, grumbling in dissent.
Leon’s low chuckle reaches you as he pulls you up and towards him, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “On your knees for me? In public?”
You push away from him, spotting your competition catching up. Grasping the ridges of the slope, you struggle to find purchase on the slippery surface. Sending a silent prayer of thanks to your parents for your long arms, you pull yourself up onto the ledge, panting heavily from the effort. Your muscles burn and you feel the stretch in your hamstrings, but you manage to uncoil the rope and toss it down to Leon.
He’s up in no time, coaxing you back up the mountain. His little words of praise and the thought of beating those cocky bastards spur you up to the top. When you reach the peak, you inhale slowly and push your rock.
It doesn’t budge. On the small ledge Leon and you are standing on, his body is pressed right against yours. The room suddenly feels much hotter, the temperature now fitting your surroundings. You hear him let out a shaky exhale, breath fanning the shell of your ear.
“Need some help, darling?” he coos quietly, too quiet for the microphones to pick up. “Is that what you need?”
You narrow your eyes, knowing that he knows what he’s doing to you, and it’s not really helping your concentration. You swat his hand away, the one you feel creeping from your waist, to a lower area.
“Just move the rock,” you hiss through gritted teeth, leaning over the edge of the volcano to try and get a better grip. Leon steps closer, pushing you against the surface, pinning you down so you can feel him, what you’re doing to him. “The rock!”
“You didn’t say which one,” he chastises breathily. “You didn’t say which.”
“Stupid, there’s only one-” You go silent, cheeks flushing at the realization of his words as you lean back involuntarily, straining from the effort of stretching. A strangled groan passes his lips and he lifts you back, hands settling on the dip of your hips.
“Just move,” he growls and there’s a more primal tone to his words now, and you get the feeling he’s not just talking about the rock. An urgent tone, like he’s suddenly impatient. A smile flutters across your face and you use his leverage to push yourself up, now splayed on the lower half of the volcano’s peak.
With a glance to the other couple, who’s fully given up on the challenge itself and are making out furiously against the walls, you slot your rock into place. Guess you were right about desperation.
A buzzer sounds and through the sloppy moans of the competition, you hear your commentator shout words of approval as he speaks to the camera before it cuts to you both. You turn and smile, Leon still standing behind you, arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he peppers messy kisses to your neck.
“Leon,” you say shyly, fully feeling the cameras on the both of you.
“Relax,” he murmurs against your skin. “They want a show. Let’s give them one.”
You don’t understand what he means until you stand beside him, fingers entwined, one of your hands holding the lava lamp that comes as a trophy. You’re more excited about the cash sum, mind already racing towards the thought of happily living together in your own house. Married.
You won’t deny yourself, you’ve been waiting for him to propose for god knows how long. Every time you think it might be the right time, nothing happens and your hopes slightly dim. While the cameras pan in on his smile, you use the time to sneak glances towards him.
When he looks back, adoration swims in his baby blue eyes as he turns to you, letting your hand fall out of his. “And… my inspiration is you. It’s always been you.”
You beam. I guess it’s always been something you’ve known, given the way he treats you, but hearing him say it out loud? For so many people to see? It feels like an accomplishment, a declaration of your love.
“Well, Leon- can I call you that? - I must say, I’m not one for romance, but you two have truly moved me tonight.” The commentator, Benny, you think, shakes his head. “Y'all deserve this. How’d you know that you would be there for each other?”
You nod. “I guess it’s the trust you have in your partner, the feeling of knowing even if you fall, they’ll be there.”
“But not to catch you, because the floor is…” Benny looks at us, expectant.
You and Leon share a glance before grinning madly and screaming, “Lava!”
The lights flash and Benny turns to the camera, previewing next week’s episode as Leon turns to you, the soft blue light washing over his face, highlighting the sharp contours of his gentle expression.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, resting a hand on his arm.
“I think you know what’s wrong,” he replies, leaning back to stand on his heels. You figure he might need some distance after… that, but he crouches down on one knee, looking up at you, eyes conveying nervousness.
You stare blankly, for some reason unable to react because after waiting for so long, it feels like you don’t know the correct expression to display on your face. You break out into a smile that hurts your cheeks when he starts talking, voice soft so he doesn’t interrupt Benny’s faint chatter.
“Darling, you already know how much I love you, so we’ll skip the formalities.” He clears his throat, pulling a box from seemingly nowhere and opening it, revealing a simple ring with a sparkling diamond inside. “Will you make me the goddamn happiest man alive and marry me?”
“Leon, of course, yes, yes!” Your mind starts to spin as he stands up, reaching out to put the ring on you, but you rush into his arms, numb with happiness, clutching the fabric of his shirt, sobs escaping you.
He pats your back, slightly shifting your position to put the ring on you. Trying your best to calm down, you admire the loose band around your finger, spotting letters engraved on the inside. Curious, you check the message. It reads, "Property of Kennedy.”
“Does yours say that too?” You snicker, wiping at your eyes frantically.
“‘Course, baby,” he says, voice low, “you'll always be mine and I'll always be yours.”
You realize the room has gone silent. Benny's twisting over his shoulder to stare at you, unashamed, but the entire studio's doing the same thing. Hell, the director's even pointing at you two, waving his arms wildly as the cameraman squints into his little box.
“And there we have it, folks,” Benny rushes to finish, “our sweet love story just keeps getting better! We hope to see you in next week’s episode!”
“Told you we'd win,” he finally boasts, wrapping a firm arm around your shoulders.
“Oh, shut up,” you say, slightly amused. “It’s a miracle I didn’t fall in.”
Leon chuckles. “Then we both got lucky, hm?”
aeon shippers rn 🥰🤩😍🤩🥰🤩😍🤩🥲😍🤩🥰🤩😍😘🥰🤩😍🥰😘😍🤩🥰😘😍😍🤩😍🤩🥰😘😍🤩😍
the one sad emoji is me... bc... im not in any of the pics... whyd the crop me out...
oh wait nvm i took them
and i'm glad i get forever to see where you end.
hear me out. nsfw mentions ahead
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re6 leon in which the events of re2 never happen, he doesn't become a police officer until chris recommends it to get over a break up, smth abt finding your purpose or fuck tht
he's got no idea what he's doing in the goddamn room, six months of training later, but theres a shiny new badge on his chest and a can do attitude that disappears as soon as he twists over his shoulder to check out his t.o.
shit, you must be at least, what, a decade younger than him? he has to hold back a scoff when sergeant dismisses the room, and suddenly he's left alone with your silent, wide eyes looking up at him.
you keep him behind you in your quick, clicking steps, allowing little time for the questions he asks, trying to pry that little shell of yours open. but you're unrelenting, in the way that he is, in your serious posture and his amused demeanor.
a demeanor that "has no place on the force", you tell him a week later, just after he's turned the corner and tripped over the felony you handcuffed just seconds ago.
he huffs and puffs on the ground, but he knows that you're the big bad wolf in his story. and he's not about to swap roles to become little red riding hood.
so after crashing at chris' penthouse with a cooler full of cold beer, a recovering heart and heavy thoughts, he realizes that he can do so much better. become what you expect.
and the man that walks in the day after? well, he's not the same old man whose back you were snickering behind when he got the captain's office and the locker room mixed up, courtesy of your fellow cops.
you feel more like a cheetah around its prey than a partner to him, especially with the snarky banter that flows easily, the subtly thrown smiles and winks during an ambush, his awkward yet sweetly charming demeanor.
and guess who can really judge a book by its cover? well, in this case, you suppose by its age.
to be honest, the only thing stopping you from pouncing is the number printed next to his name on the file that's two months late, sending all you've known about him into a loophole.
it appears that sometimes, the force of objects thrust into motion cant be stopped, and the events that ensure one night during a late night study of the rook book ends up with a pair of boots tangled in his sheets.
the thrill of getting caught is delicious, hell, its the reason you became a goddamned cop. but you've been denied that thrill all your life, and when it finally comes to you in the form of this glorious man, you should've realized there would've been some kind of problem.
your crazy big hint was the sun-crinkled eyes, salt and pepper stubble and old man advice, but that's hard to think about when his mouth is buried between your thighs, and even harder is to remember the question he asked beforehand, now somehow expecting an answer as he smothers your hips in wet, sticky kisses. blissfully broken and gazing at the book with glazed eyes.
because how the fuck are you supposed to memorize how to identify a gun when that was the best head you've gotten in years? but when he finally sinks into you with a groan, you realize that there is one gun you will always be able to identify on sight.
better pray that doesn't show up on the quiz though.
cute boy 🌹
🫶 I'm tried
so sad krauser never got to see re6, ID, DI, or vendetta leon..... 😞 tragic....
something something leon kennedy something something
Leon is the type guy to use emoticons. Prove me wrong.
like you can NOT tell me this hunk would not use them he would be like
leon: just reached work and realised i forgot my lunch :'(
Y/N : ALREADY OMW THERE DW!!
Leon: ^_^
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Or in another scenario where Leon's on one of his mision but tries to keep the limited time he has to text light hearted
Leon: don't worry about me I'll be back before you even know it sweetheart ( ◜‿◝ )♡
Y/N: I miss you already, and don't forgot to take care of yourself and drink a lots of water and for god's sake if you get hurt TAKE A BREAK! and i love u!
Leon: i love u too :,-)
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This would work for every version of leon too! AHHH I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT AND WRITING MORE INTERACTIONS LIKE THISS!!!!
𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
leon: Are you staring at my chest?
Y/N : When i see a man the first thing I see is they're heart, it's not my fault they're tits are in the way
Leon : ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
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If you're an animal person or just think they're cute, leon would find emoticons of them and send them to you while gess at work
Leon: hey, look what I can do. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
Y/N: OH. MY. GOD. LEON THATS ADORABLEEEE.
Leon : Just like you love (ﾐゝᆽ╹ﾐ)
Y/N : Oh my god you're gona give me a heart attack, THEY ARE SO CUTEE AHHHHHHHH
Leon: =✪ ᆺ ✪=
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While sleeping while with Leon seems cute, he would be the person who would fall asleep and accidently smack in hand on your face in the middle of the night fast asleep
*smack* Leon's hand right on your face causing you to wake up.
"leon?" You turn to your side to see leon fast asleep and mumbling incoherent words. And before you could even react any further he turns to your side and envelopes you into his arms for a a warm embrace.
"you're lucky i love you" and just as u said that you could have sworn you heard a slight chuckle leave his lips.
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BREAKFAST IN BED.
this man definitely thinks that breakfast is THE MOST important meal of the day and will find any reason to make it for you and ESPICALY when you're sick.
"ohhh leonnn you didn't have to do all of this" you said while looking down at the spread of food in front of you, from pancakes to a great cup of coffee (sweet or pain however you like it). All while somehow not burning down the house.
"oh please, i did this cause i wanted to. Now how about you relax and watch something while I go clean up" leon said with a beaming smile on his face and oh how you loves to see that.
"only on one condition."
"what is it sweetheart"
"you have to sit down and have breakfast with me*
You saw leons eyes light up with a hint of mischief in them. "Allright sweetheart, anything for you"
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During the night while both of you sleep it's either you or leon who would hog up 90% of the blanket. Which leads to you just getting closer to leon and cuddling into him for comfort.
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my asks and requests are open so feel free to send me any request or ask me a question!
Listennnn
Literally me
[day 11]
I've been wanting to draw re6 Leon
