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Your Boys

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!Reader x Carlos Oliveira

A/N: I’m gonna have this set in Resident Evil 3. I’ll write a Lady Dimitrescu fic soon, I just gotta think of something😅 A/N 2: I searched up Karl’s eye colour and the closest thing I could think of is green when I saw a photo of him without glasses

Sitting impatiently on the train, your leg bounces up and down; something that happens when your two boys take longer than they said they were gonna take, and of the world you currently live in.

Overall, the leg shaking eases you a bit.

Sitting uncomfortably, you stand up to walk back and forth of the train cart. “I swear, once those boys come back, I’m gonna kill them.”

“Now, why would you want to do that?”

Jolting in one place, you quickly got your handgun, the barrel aiming at Karl’s head. “You stupid fuck.” You put your gun back in its holster.

“Why is he a stupid fuck?” Carlos’ voice behind you had you jolt in your spot again, your knife in your hand and the tip towards his way.

“Both of you are stupid fucks!” You smack the back of Carlos’ head and kick Karl’s thigh. They both groan at the pain from the hits; Carlos rubbing his head, Karl massaging his thigh.

“Sorry, sweetheart, about scaring you and not being here on time.”

“How did you-?”

“You pace around when you get anxious, and this isn’t the first time that it’s happened.” Carlos cuts you off, his hands on your hips with his chest against your back.

“We just didn’t want to say anything, sweet.” Karl takes his glasses and hat off, showing his green eyes and crazed hair. 

A hand buries itself in his hair as your other goes in Carlos’ as his head is rested on your shoulder. You feel his lips press a few kisses to your neck.

“Can we go home now, boys? It’s late,” you break the few seconds of silence. The boys both laughed at your slight change of mood.

“Yeah, we can go home,” Carlos replied, straightening himself up, but not before pressing his lips to yours. Once he backed up, Karl did the same, making you happy that you got your daily kiss.

Tags: @ravenrune​

hey you! any sfw (and nsfw unless you don't want to ofc) headcanons for Carlos from RE? Thanks so much :3

I tried 😖 and no worries :3

This man loves you, doesn’t matter what gender you are and what’s your body size

The two of you met a few days after the outbreak

Throughout the apocalypse, he wants you in eyesight

He doesn’t want you wandering off without him knowing

If you wander off without telling, he becomes a worried parent ‘cause it’s like losing a child in the supermarket when you go off

If it was the other way around

That man is gonna get an ass whoopin'

He knows not to wander off because you'll probably mistake him for a zombie

Anyway

He's a softy for you

He's a teddy bear

But he turns into grizzly bear (not literally) when someone threatens you

He knows you can look after yourself

But you like it when he turns into the grizzly

When the both of you are at the apartment the two of you found safe and you're lying on your bed, wearing a shirt and underwear

This man will not hesitate to slap your ass

Just saying

Also

He thinks it's really cool (and badass) of you to shoot a zombie when you're looking at it

Or any sort of danger that comes your way

Hello! If you have time, could you do some sfw and nsfw headcanons of Carlos x reader x Karl? Because that's the only thing I've been thinking and they give me so much serotonin 😌💞💕

I'm just gonna do some sfw headcanons if that's alright with you (might slip in some nsfw)

Oooooo

They love you sitting on their laps; Karl would be making something, you come along, pull his chair out a bit, sit yourself on his lap, he wouldn’t care. He'd would have a hand on your thigh/butt

With Carlos, I think it’ll be when he’s cleaning his guns. He'd have his arms around you

They’ll both give you kisses (some on your neck too)

If you’re wearing a hoodie/shirt of theirs whilst sitting on them

Ooooooh

You’re in for a ride (literally)

What else...?

They know you can look after yourself in the zombie/lycan world (if the lycans attack you)

But they worry

When you’re at Castle Dimitrescu, Karl doesn’t like it when you’re hanging out with Lady Super-Sized Bitch (his words)

He’s algood with Carlos hanging out with everyone else

But with you

Nope

You’re staying away from them

When you tell the two to go as you were trying to defeat the Nemesis, you’re gonna get in BIG trouble after you kill him

Along with helping Ethan defeat Mother Miranda

Now

Bedtime

The soft bedtime; cuddles

LOTS of cuddles

And innocent kiss

The intimate bedtime; oh Lord

They fight over on who gets what

You either tell them or tell them they’re not getting any at all

OMG THANK YOU

Sweet Talk

( Ethan Winters x gn!reader || dancing in the kitchen )

authors note: title is from a song by saint motel! also this is a request from @smilessssss !! i really hope i did your request some justice! thank you for requesting ＼(^_^)／

warnings: usage of pet names, forehead kissing, no usages of (y/n)

Ethan's eyes drop, following your hands as you slip another unwrapped sweet into your mouth, he's genuinely surprised that you've eaten this much without getting full- he wasn't much of a sweet tooth so seeing you eat that much without even stopping for a sip of water stumped him, genuinely it did.

Another thing that confused him was how you were always so happy all the time, even in the mornings. Even on Mondays, the day of the week he dreaded so much, though there wasn't much to dread on when he had you.

Ethan yawns, palming his hand over his mouth. "Are you done with those, honey? You've already eaten half the bag." He says softly. Ethan was starting to get tired. Lazing on the couch with you always made him sleepy, one way or another he found himself draped over you or under you, fuzzy sock covered ankles interlocked with one another. Right now, his arm was around your waist, cuddling up against you almost obsessively. Love for you sweet just like the candy you were eating.

You, on the other hand, weren't a bit tired in any sense at all. You finish the candy in your mouth, crumbling the waxy paper in your hands and tossing it meticulously over to the coffee table, where the rest of the candy wrappers were. Slowly forming a small pile. A candy wrapper mountain, a mountain of sugar.

"Not yet, babe. I don't even get how you feel tired right now." You reply, glancing at Ethan. You notice his tired eyes drooping. It wasn't even that late in the afternoon, with the sunlight still beaming through the windows. The sun's rays gently waft through the room, and its rays make everything even more cozy. It was bright, yet not too bright. Perfect for an afternoon waltz, you think to yourself.

Maybe it was the sugar running through your veins or the sudden urge to get it all out of your system. You suddenly find yourself standing up from your seat.

Without warning, pulling yourself away from Ethan's grasp, he looks up at you, a bit confused as he stands up as well. Mirroring you, in an endearing way. Instinctively, he holds your hand as you lead him to his little shelf of records.

"What are you planning?" He smiles as you page your fingers through his collection of records. Settling on a favorite of his, Miss D and the Pallyboys. His eyes narrow, playfully as he watches you place the record onto the record player. "Let's dance!" You exclaim, letting go of his hand to set the record in place. Placing the stylus carefully onto the vinyl, music begins to play through the room.

Comforting sounds of a familiar chorus fills your ears as you guide one of Ethan's hands to the small of your back. The other, in yours as you take the lead in a barely-remembered waltz routine, you both took classes on months ago. Ethan can't help but smile, crows feet curling up in the corners of his eyes. He's letting you take the lead since he doesn't remember the steps, but he doesn't mind.

As the record plays, it eventually leads you both to the kitchen. "This is like the movies, right?" He comments in a soft whisper, dipping his head next to your ear. He didn't want to ruin the ambiance or talk over his favorite vinyl.

"Mhm! Just like," You twirl him around, fuzzy sock covered ankles making sliding along the title that much easier, a little less of a falling hazard waiting to happen when you catch him in your arms. You trail off your sentence with your swift movements. "The movies!" You exclaim, with a big smile on your face when you realize the move you pulled off. Ethan realizes this, too, all wide-eyed like a deer in headlights.

You both catch your breath, still holding onto his back for dear life, not wanting to let go and let your husband hit the cold tile floor. "Honey," He manages to stutter out in a somewhat strained voice. "Holding too tight- you're holding too tight." He manages to say, gently tapping you on your shoulder to catch your attention.

"Oh," you utter quietly, quickly pulling Ethan back onto his feet. You dust off his back, smoothing out the wrinkles left by your hand on his shirt. "You did good, honey." He mentions a small smile on his face. "Can't believe you even remember how the routine goes- you did great." He adds, chuckling.

All of a sudden, you feel bashful, the sugar in your system dying out just like your enthusiasm to dance to Lady D and the Pallyboys. "Thank you, honey." You say back, quietly.

"Aw, don't get all shy on me now! I saw how you did all that." He chuckles softly, patting your shoulder again. "You did great." He repeats, kissing your forehead.

More Ethan winter headcanons!!!

-Gives you and rose lots of kisses!!

-Physically can’t say no to you and rose.

-Would rather die than ever think of even cheating on you

- Definitely watches Disney movies with rose, would also buy rose a Disney princess table and tent

-Wants to cuddle you and rose 24/7, especially when he gets home after a long day of work

-Would eat your cooking even if it is bad and still say it’s the best thing he ever ate

-Rose’s crib is full of stuff animals, plus rose doesn’t even sleep in her crib since she basically takes over the y’all’s bed

-Gets Chris to babysit her so y’all could go on dates being all lovely dovey with each other

-Would freak out if you or rose ever got sick being dramatic over it

“No honey, you stay in bed while I take care of dinner.”

-One time you walked on rose sleeping on Ethan’s chest while he slept to. (Definitely took pictures)

-Speaking pictures, has like a billion of them of you and rose. It fills up half his storage.

-Literally cried when rose call him “daddy” and then cried harder when she took her first steps

-gives small nicknames to you like, sweetie, honey, light of my life, cutie.

-probably strong enough to lift you up for a certain amount of time

-once called you cutie pootie (uses that name for rose)

-Overall, he’s the best husband anyone could ever ask for 🥰🥰🥰🥰

:3

Heart For Brains

( Re8!Chris Redfield x gn!reader || your husband finally comes home || link to pt 1)

Seeing you again was the only motivation Chris had at this point.

Your smile, the way you said his name whenever you say you love him, the way you complimented his cooking, everything. He wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to keep you away, away from all the man-made biological horrors that he had to fight off seemingly endlessly on each and every mission he went on.

Calling Chris a worrywart was an understatement.

He constantly worried about you and others before himself. He couldn't help it. He had a heart for a brain. He couldn't help wanting to protect everyone before himself. Even on missions, he thought about you. He's memorized your schedule at this point, most of the time when he isn't shooting the undead he thinks about what you're doing, even when he's in Europe and you're still at your shared home in America.

Seeing your face on his computer screen brought him back to the ground, the way your eyes softened at him made him feel mushy inside. The world was hard on him. You made him feel soft. "I miss you so much, dear. The bed feels painfully empty without you in it." You say, leaning onto your hand as you look back at Chris through your side of the screen. He always loved these little video chats with you. He loved hearing your sweet voice. The hardened man was practically putty around you. Your words melted him. "I miss you too, honey. You eat yet?" Chris asks, as always putting your needs before his own. Despite the fact that he was currently stationed in Europe and you safely at home.

You nod your head in reply. "Mhm, I did eat! Eggs and bacon." You reply back. "Isn't it like… 3 AM over there? Why do you care if I eat when you should be sleeping?" You ask, jokingly. Tilting your head as you lean on your hand. You always found it endearing the way he cared so much for you. But it also somewhat worried you. You made it your goal now to pamper your husband once he returns from his mission in Europe.

Chris chuckles along with you. "I can't help but worry, honey. You're at home all alone." He says in reply. "There isn't much going on here anyways." He murmurs, playfully scoffing. "How's your morning so far, babe?" He asks, leaning slightly toward his side of the screen. A shine in his eye as he hears you talk about your morning. Though your morning was uneventful, he listened intently, wanting to share that quiet life with you right there and then. No monsters. No guns. Just you and him, together. He can't wait to come back home and return back to you.

The day he came back to Europe was the same as always, the same routine of greeting Chris at the door, hugging him close to you, his much larger frame enveloping you into his. "I miss you, dear." You murmur softly, your head to his chest. "I miss you too, honey." Chris replies back, his nose taking in your familiar scent as the two of you embrace. The scent of home. The two of you share this exchange for a couple more minutes before you let go. "Let me help you with your bags, babe. You must be exhausted." You say, a hand reaching out to grab one of his duffel bags.

"No, no, I don't need your help." Chris quickly says, gently swatting your hand away. Even when arriving home, Chris didn't want you worrying for him or lifting a finger for him. He was stubbornly caring for everyone except himself. You sigh softly, deciding not to prod any further. You pull your hand away and hug your husband one last time before letting go.

"Just…decompress yourself and rest, okay?" Your eyes soften looking at your husband. You knew he needed a break. He knew that he needed a break, too. Chris grabs his bags without struggle, murmuring a small "Thanks, honey." As he walks into your shared bedroom, slowly unpacking his things from his duffle bags. You give Chris some time to get used to his surroundings again. Enough time to shower and change into a fresh set of clothes. He was gone for a long while.

The feeling of being home again felt foreign to Chris. He felt like he didn't belong here.

He had gotten so used to the endless cycles of fighting, fighting to protect people, fighting to protect his friends. Fighting to protect you. He felt like he didn't deserve to be home again. He's pulled out of his own thoughts when he realizes that you're hugging him from behind. He also realizes he was staring blankly at the full body mirror in your shared bedroom. Chris chuckles softly at your attempt to wrap your arms around his muscular build fully. "What a sweet thing you are." He comments, shuffling himself to face you. "I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, honey." He says, easily scooping you up in his arms.

"All the right things, dear. I'm really glad you're home again." You reply, wrapping your arms around him for support. A small blush appears on Chris's face hearing your words. Knowing you cared for him. Not for his battle knowledge or his strength was enough to make small hearts appear in his eyes if that was humanly possible. Knowing you wanted him at home melted his heart.

He gently places you down on your shared bed, handling you carefully, almost like porcelain. He didn't want to hurt you, after all. You were his drive to go on missions. He went through hell just to see you again, and it was worth it every time. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in a normal bed. Let alone hold you in his arms. Chris wanted to change that.

"You were right about this bed being lonely without me. I forgot how big this thing is." He comments, a small chuckle leaving his chest. You smile softly, hearing his words, patting a spot next to you for him to lay down. He climbs next to you in bed, the bed frame shifting slightly under his weight. He slowly wraps his arms around you, sighing contently as he rests into the mattress. It's been a while since he's had a normal bed. Pulling you close to him, Chris kisses the crown of your head. "Love you, sweet thing." He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. "Love you too, babe." You reply back, hugging his shoulders as his hands rest right above your hips.

You lay your head comfortably on his broad chest. You both enjoy the silence together. Finally, you both had time alone. "...you're off your mission and you still wear your work clothes?" You say aloud, gesturing to one of his many, black turtlenecks. You couldn't tell if it was a fashion statement or a sign of how much working for the BSAA weighed on your husband's psyche. "They're comfortable, honey." Chris replies, his eyes fluttering open hearing your voice. He drifted off to sleep for a brief moment, just holding you in his arms. He was home.

You smile hearing his answer. "They sure do." You say in agreement, shifting in the bed so that you're facing him. Head still resting comfortably on his chest, your fingers trace over his muscles. "They make you look professional, babe." You add on your fingers slowly making their way up his arm, then to the collar of his turtleneck. The entire time, Chris had a small blush on his face. You really did make him soft. "T-thank you, honey." He quietly says back, his eyes darting between your fingers and your face. Despite being a hardened BSAA captain, he was a soft, putty mess around you. Easily moldable and malleable simply by your words and touch.

Your fingers rest near his collarbone until you gently tug down his turtleneck. This causes Chris's eyes to widen slightly. The small blush on his face spreads even more, the tips of his ears almost red.

He wasn't expecting this type of welcome home. Not at all.

Seeing this reaction out of your husband always surprised you. Chris Redfield, the expert on the living dead, the man who had a heart for a brain, got flustered simply by the way you spoke and your hands. Your eyes scan his neck, noting the way his Adam's apple nervously bobbed up and down. He was always so shy when it came to physical affection, yet he was proud to hold hands with you in public. Not taking a second thought to wrap his much bigger hand in yours.

"Kissing is more…intimate than holding hands, right, dear?" You ask, eyes darting up at Chris, who was still, completely red in the face. His hands cling to your hips, bringing you closer to him. "Y-yes. It is more intimate than kissing, sweet thing." Chris replies, nodding his head a bit in agreement.

Slowly, you tug the collar of his turtleneck lower and lower until his neck is fully exposed. Chris's breathing hitches. The man was absolutely flustered now. Going from a grizzly bear to a teddy bear around you and only you. "H-honey…what are you doing?" He quietly asks, not stopping you at all. "Just…relax, dear. Let me calm you down, okay?" Chris slowly nods his head, letting your lips get closer to his neck. Your husband tenses up slightly as you get closer. He was so shy and yet craved physical affection from you. Especially after being away from you for so long.

Your lips gently pepper his neck in kisses, Chris loosens up, back pressed against the mattress. Relaxing as you kiss his neck. Two of your fingers are still tugging down his turtleneck collar as he speaks. "This…feels nice. You're really spoiling me, huh?" He comments, letting you do your work. All you do is hum in response. Your kisses turn more feverish as you trail up closer and closer to his jawline.

This must've unlocked something in Chris's brain. He immediately grabs you by the hips, though, still handling you gently like porcelain he places you in his lap. Your thighs squared his hips in, with you against his broad chest. He realizes what he had done in the heat of the moment, and his face turns a deeper shade of red. "S-sorry, honey, I-I don't know what came over me." He quickly says, sounding genuinely apologetic. Hearing how sweet Chris sounded and how reddened his face was, you smiled softly. Pulling away from his neck, your eyes soften again. "Aw, it's okay, babe. No need to apologize to me over something like that." You reassure him, cupping his face in your hands. Your palms brush against his cheeks, the stubble on his beard tickling lightly against your skin.

His eyes glance at your lips, then back into yours. His own lips try to form words until you pull him for another round of kisses. You feverishly pepper kisses all over his face, making rounds and leaving small faint imprints of the lip balm you wore on his features. Your lips linger on the corners of his lips before you plant them softly on his. Chris sighs softly into the kiss, slowly pressing your hips down against his so you aren't awkwardly caging him in with your thighs. Even in a position like this, he still prioritized your comfort over his.

His hands rest on your hips again, relaxing like you requested him to as you do your work. You really meant it when you told him to relax. Your hands pull away from his face, placing them on his shoulders, your thumbs brush against the base of his neck. Chris leans into the kiss gently, giving you an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, still handling you softly as your shared kiss becomes more heated. One of his hands holds you in place by the back of your head, his fingers brush through your hair as he (somewhat) hungrily makes out with you.

He doesn't remember the last time he kissed you either. He missed the way you tasted. Chris wanted to change that, too.

Whenever he was on a video call with you, that thought lingered in the back of his mind. The way your lips tasted on his. His thoughts pooled into a puddle at first. In the back of his mind. That puddle has grown into another body of water entirely. Something much bigger.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, breath hot on your skin as he pulls away. The reddish tint that spread across his now, lip balm stained face slowly went down as he looked down at you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer for a hug.

"I love you, honey. Don't know what I'd do without kissing those lips of yours." He murmurs against your skin, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your neck softly. Open-mouthed kisses trail up your neck, his stubble brushing against your soft flesh. You chuckle softly, feeling the stubble against your neck. "I love you too, dear. That tickles." You comment as his kisses linger on your skin.

A small laugh leaves Chris as he pulls away from your neck after peppering kisses on it. One of his hands cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against one of your cheekbones. "You really are the sweetest thing, huh?" He says in a soft tone as he looks at you with the most love filled expression you've seen. He really did love you.

Chris Redfield, the man with a heart for a brain, had his eyes set on you. And only you.

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Older!Leon Kennedy x gn!reader headcanons

( written with no specific leon in mind, just older than re4 || pure fluff ♡ || maybe retired!leon? who knows ♡ )

( 🐾 ) older!leon, who's always holding your hand out of habit- he doesn't want you to get lost, does he?

( 🐾 ) older!leon who loves peppering kisses all over your face and tells you how pretty you are ♡

( 🐾 ) older!leon who teases you whenever you bring up how his stubble tickles your face ♡

( 🐾 ) older!leon who loves cuddling with you in bed, he finds it so so cute that you treat him like your own personal teddy bear, that he doesn't mind being late for work ♡

( 🐾 ) older!leon who absolutely melts in your arms when you play with his hair ♡ he just loves the feeling so much!

( 🐾 ) older!leon can't help but smile when you compliment how he looks when he walks around the house shirtless- he isn't as lean and toned as he used to be so whenever you do it really does melt his heart ♡

( 🐾 ) older!leon who loves cuddling with you in bed, he finds it so so cute that you treat him like your own personal teddy bear, that he doesn't mind being late for work ♡

( 🐾 ) older!leon loves getting you little gifts from his missions ♡ his love language is gift giving!

( 🐾 ) older!leon loves just holding you silently in his arms, his tough agent persona immediately falls apart when he sees you waiting for him back at home ♡

( 🐾 ) older!leon who cries a little whenever you say you love him for him, not his money or you settling on him instead of a younger, more physically fit guy. he's really glad you love him, even if sometimes he isn't good with words- he's trying his best ♡

( 🐾 ) older!leon who loves making you laugh with his cheesy one liners, his heart melts a little whenever you call him a dork for it ♡

Leon Kennedy!!!!

Oh, Pretty Boy

( Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x reader || sitting on a staircase your husband ♡ angst with comfort )

Oh, if Leon could, he would keep you close to his heart, always. He already keeps you in his wallet. How close could he get?

That's where you should be, with him, he thought. You made him feel young again, like he had some sort of control in his life.

A security blanket, open and loving. Always waiting for him to come home, excitedly embracing him like you haven't seen him in years. Even if it's only been hours- can't help but worry for an old man like him, huh? Poor baby.

And there he finds himself, draped over your shoulder by the arm. You sit together with him on the carpeted stairs of your shared home.

“Pretty boy…” his blues focus on you as you speak, his eyes droopy. Tired. A bit unhappy with how lonely he's left you since he came back.

All Leon wanted now was you.

To be the object of your affection, to have his company wanted, needed because he was himself. For him. Was he selfish for wanting to be loved by you? All he wanted was to be the object of your love.

All Leon needed was you to keep him grounded. To be loved by you meant that he at least did something right in his life, even if it wasn't what he wanted it to be.

In your hands was a small locket. An intricate, silver locket.

You smile as you present it to Leon, “I uh..got this for you, hon.” The way you hesitate to present the locket to him was cute, Leon thought. A sweet thing like you shy around him? What an honor. You gently shove it towards Leon. He looks down at the locket, no words leaving his lips for a solid moment.

“You…you got this for me?” He asks if it wasn't already obvious enough. That you did, in fact, get it for him. It was right in front of him. You eagerly nod your head, your smile widening.

He blinks as he stares down. You cared enough to get him a locket? Just for him?

He blinks more, his blues wash over with tears. He was crying? Over some locket? Leon sniffles, corners of his eyes folding into creased lines as he narrows them to hide his tears.

“Aww sweetie..” his gruff voice softens, his bleary eyes drop down to look at the locket again.

And, his blues fill with tears again. The more he thought about it, the more he realized you cared for him.

It was a bit foreign to him, this feeling. Made him feel fuzzy. Like TV static. He couldn't really explain it.

He gently holds the locket, thumbing it open with his hand.

The locket clicks open, and inside was a photo of you. All smiley and sweet, just how Leon liked seeing you. If you were happy, Leon was, too. If you were mad, he'd be mad with you.

Although you couldn't see it, his heart was beating in his chest like a metronome back and forth. His heart in his ribcage was he too old to say he could feel it in his bones? Oh, Leon didn't want to dwell on that now. He was already beginning to feel nostalgic about what was happening right now, and it wasn't even over. Leon was in the moment.

In the moment with you.

This wasn't like the movies. He had to remind himself. There wasn't an end credit scene.

Well, at least not yet.

“Oh..” He mouths, blinking. His lash line fills with tears again. The harsh lines in the corners of his eyes soften as he looks at the picture of you inside the locket. “What are you, a mind reader?” He chuckles softly, running his thumb along the surface of the photo you somehow stuffed into such a small thing. Leon could never.

You don't answer his quip. Instead, you brush away the hair framing his face. “Are you…are you crying?” You ask softly. He looks toward you before quickly looking away. “N-no, no, I'm not crying. Shit…” He murmurs the last part under his breath. You caught him. You did it. You caught Leon crying. It was obvious. You've seen him cry before. You could tell by his slight stammer, his avoidant gaze, that he was going to cry.

And yet Leon acted like his heart was going to explode into pieces if he did cry. Like it was wrong to cry. It wasn't wrong. But to Leon, it felt wrong to cry in front of a sweet thing like you. He didn't like crying at all. He absolutely despised the stammer he had whenever he teared up. Lower lip shaking, his blues clouding up in warm tears.

“I'm not crying.” He denies, though it was obvious that he was. “But you are crying,” you murmur softly, pushing his hair behind his ear. You just had to see his face.

He tries to push down your worries by chuckling, though it came out more shaky than he wanted it to be. “You're crying, hon.” You repeat, wrapping your arms around him. “It's okay.”

Leon sighs shakily, leaning into your embrace. His posture softens, drooping down against yours. “What did I do to deserve you, sweet thing?” He murmurs onto the crown of your head, his eyes wander from your face, down to the locket again.

“You did the right thing, hon. C'mon..don't be like that.” You reply, drawing out your words like soft lines in the air. Like nostalgic cords of a song Leon couldn't remember the verses to.

Hearing you say that, hearing it come from your lips makes the tears clouding his vision finally fall. “Don't…don't be like that..” Leon replies in a low whisper.

He embraces you, taking in your warmth. Soaking it in as best as he could through his leather jacket.

Leon Kennedy ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

♡ Idk what to title this I'm sleepy ♡

( Re2r!Leon x GN!reader || teaching him about sanrio characters ♡ voted for by pookies like you w/ this poll !! )

“...huh.” Leon slowly nods his head as he stares at the small collection of figurines in front of him. Tuxedo Sam, Keropi, My Melody, Kuromi, Cinnamonroll, Marroncream. You say their names like you knew them from the heart, and you did.

And there was, of course, the star of the show, Hello Kitty. Hello Kitty was the only one he knew, Sherry told him about her before. Compared to the rest

“You really planned this out..” He can feel the corners of his mouth tugging into a soft smile as he looks at the small, almost thumb sized collectibles in front of him. Seeing how excited you were, as you explained, each character was cute. The little glint of excitement in your eyes made Leon smile even more.

Who knew something as small as a thimble would cost so much? Leon did. He couldn't say no to the way you clung to his arm at the register when you said you forgot your wallet at home. His wallet was still weeping from how much those little things cost. You didn't even buy the entire collection.

Thank God you didn't, Leon didn't know if he'd be able to financially recover if you bought the entire series of these pint-sized plastic toys. He's still trying to remember the name of the black hooded bunny looking thing next to the pink hooded bunny looking thing.

Leon probably was overanalyzing it. As soon as you shove a yellow dog in his face, he snapped out of his own head.

“This one reminds me of you!” You exclaim, smiling even more as you show him a small yellow dog figurine. Leon's cheeks were probably going to hurt after smiling so hard, but he does it anyway. How could he not smile? Hearing you ramble on and on with him just nodding along and listening was sweetly teeth rotting to him. You were so cute he'd probably buy you more of those little things if you asked nicely. “Aww really? That's cute.” He comments, tilting his head as he looks at the figurine in your hand.

“Mhm I know, right? His name's Pompompurin, and he's a golden retriever puppy! He's five puddings tall!” he chuckles hearing you mention Pompompurin's height. Five puddings tall? How cute.

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( Death Island!Leon x GN!Medic!Reader || patching up your favorite agent ♡ mutual pining || mentions of injuries/a bit of cussing ♡ if i missed anything plz tell me im so so so tired rn)

The anxiety of being in a waiting room was daunting for him. The feeling of guilt in his heart tugged at his chest as he waited. He didn't know why he felt guilty, like he did something wrong.

Despite the various times he'd been ragdolled on missions, cut up, thrown carelessly around by horrors that Leon didn't want to think about right now, the thing he feared most was hospitals. He didn't like the lodorform smell, the blinding fluorescent light fixtures from above that made everything below them look bland. He hated how enclosed everything was, long hallways, confusing doors.

Leon's cut out of his own thoughts when he hears his name called by one of the nurses up front. He practically jumps out of his chair, already on his feet, to see you.

The sense of familiarity with your last name gave him some sense of relief, he'd met you before out on the field, remembering the lecture you gave him on his ‘acting Rambo’ way of doing things. You'd probably give him another lecture once he stepped into the room you were assigned to.

“Didn't expect to see a person like you here (Y/N).” He comments, somewhat limping into the room. You were typing away at your computer, facing away from him.

Leon knew you well enough to call you by your first name instead of your last. He had the honor ever since you corrected him out in the field. You were a medic, not a doctor.

Being thrown around like a sack of potatoes wasn't too kind on his body. He whinces a bit in pain as he sits down on the parchment paper set on the exam paper. It crinkled under his weight as he sat down the best he could comfortably. “Same here, Leon. When I saw your name on my waiting list, I had to look twice.” You finally turn around, smiling at him. Your smile quickly fades as you see his injuries, Leon notices this but still tries to keep himself level-headed. As if he wasn't thrown across a room mere hours ago.

You get up from your chair, visibly concerned for him. Of course you were concerned, he was hurt. His right hand covering his arm, you lean closer to get a better look at his wound. “Who did this to you?” You ask in a concerned tone, already pulling out the medical supplies you needed to tend to his wounds. As always, Leon tried to play it off cool, play it off casual as if fighting biological man-made horrors was normal. Clearly, it wasn't. “Some guy.” He replies, not elaborating much on exactly who hurt him. At least he was giving you some idea. Usually, he'd rather talk about what you were up to without him or movies he's watched on the shitty cable TV he had back at the motels he stayed at during missions.

“Sure…some guy..” You repeat, gently moving his arm to size up what type of injury you were dealing with today. It was always something new with Leon, and you were always fondly surprised hearing about what he's done on missions by reading his mission excerpts. Glancing back at his wounds, you wonder who or what exactly caused them. You take his word for it. Some guy.

“What brings you over to a place like this? Shouldn't you be out in the field?” Leon tilts his head as he asks his question, leaning against the wall as he sits. “I asked the suits to be stationed here to help out. The staff is underfunded. I didn't expect you to turn up here either.” You reply, pulling out a bottle of antiseptic. He grimaces in anticipation of the stinging feeling he'd get once it makes contact with his skin as he eyes the contents of the bottle.

“Well they wouldn't send me to just any old hospital.” The agent says in reply, smiling nervously as you pull out cotton balls and dab the antiseptic onto them. “That's true. They probably sent you to me specifically for a reason.” That reason being you were a part of the DSO as well, though only you and Leon knew that. No one else did. They wouldn't send Leon to any old doctor. It must've been fate that brought you two together. Some cheesy shit like that, maybe. Or maybe Leon was watching too many romcoms again. Wasn't his fault they were the only things able to broadcast on the shitty cable TVs he had in the motels he had the misfortune of stayed at.

The agent sucks in a breath through his teeth, eyes quickly closing shut when the cotton soaked antiseptic makes contact with the tender reddened flesh on his arm. It'll probably take an hour or two for a full check-up with you. Just to make sure he's alright. That he's okay.

You hand Leon a lollipop, a run-on joke between the two of you. It was a joke at first, that joke turned into a routine whenever Leon eyed the bag of candy you always carried with you expectantly. He doesn't even bother to look at the flavor on the wrapper, stuffing it in one of his many pockets on his person. He puts the lollipop in his mouth, realizing the taste. Butterscotch. His favorite. Second to blue cotton candy. He's pleasantly surprised you still remember him mentioning that to you.

“You need to cut out the Rambo shit, okay Leon?” You sigh softly, Leon knew this was coming. The ‘acting Rambo’ lecture. “You know how much paperwork it is to send medical records to the guys upstairs every single time I patch you up? I worry about you, Leon.” You say, sitting back down in your chair and writing something down on a clipboard.

“You don't gotta worry about me, you know that? You don't have to. It isn't your job to worry over a guy like me.” Leon takes the lollipop out of his mouth as he speaks. He's a bit tired of the lecture you always gave him. But if it meant that he could see you, he'd listen to it over and over again like it was his favorite vinyl on record. Hell, he'd even repeat the words like a chorus to a song if it meant seeing you again. “I know, but…” you trail off, eyes softening as you look at him. Even though you were a medic, at this point, his medic you hated seeing him hurt. “You worry me...” You finish your sentence, getting up from your chair.

“Promise me you'll stop being so reckless?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Who are you, my mother?” He teases, chuckling softly at his own little joke.

That chuckle turns into a pained groan when he buckles forward, clutching onto his side again. You reach your hand out, though Leon gently swats it away. “You're hurt.” You murmur to yourself, pulling your hand away.

“Promise me you'll stop being so reckless.” You repeat as you kneel down slightly to look at Leon, who was still buckled over in pain. He breathes heavily, leaning himself back up against the wall again. “How ‘bout you promise me you'll never run out of butterscotch lollipops?” That dumb smile on his face Leon confidently asks his question makes you smile yourself.

“It's a deal, then?” You ask, getting up and handing Leon a blue cotton candy lollipop. This time, he looks at the flavor, smiling to himself even more. “Deal.” He says, putting the lollipop in his snack pocket.

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Re4r!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

synopsis: starting a family right after the incident that ended Raccoon City wasn't in your or Leon's plans, but destiny decided to bless you two with twins. Now married and with two kids to raise, life can't be better. Leon finally seems to be healing and moving on, until his job starts to take a toll on him. Again.

warnings: angst (again) with happy ending, mentions of traumas, nightmares, sub!leon and soft dom!wife, mentions of: ptsd, crying during sex, soft smut, p in v, hand job, praise kink, use of pet names. both oc's named olivia and jake as the twins.

word count: 7k

a/n: istg i needed to write something like this. idk why, but the idea felt so great... i like to imagine what was like for leon if he had kids and a normal life, so this is what i got. enjoy it, fellas

"show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and I will show you how it still shines like gold," nikita gill

Starting a family wasn't something you thought about in your early 20s.

But then, Leon Kennedy entered your life. You both met before Raccoon City, and you couldn't help but fall in love with those innocent baby blue eyes. At first, Leon was full of energy, completely eager and enthusiastic about his new job as a cop. You both thought that moving to Raccoon City was a good idea, and you were both happy.

You had just started a new job as an intern journalist, and it was the perfect opportunity for you since you were almost done with college. As for Leon, he graduated from the police academy and was ready to serve. For two individuals in their early 20s, it was the perfect opportunity.

Life can be weird at times.

You both never got the chance to do what you wanted. Raccoon City was in chaos with numerous casualties, and Leon came close to death while battling the Tyrant known as Mr. X. Somehow, amidst all the chaos, you managed to befriend Claire Redfield, a teenager who was searching for her older brother. Together, the three of you managed to survive that night, even rescuing a little girl named Sherry. What happened afterwards were mere consequences.

You knew from the start that Leon was an orphan, and that he was rescued by a cop after his entire family was killed. This is why he helped Claire keep Sherry safe. However, even after that living nightmare ended, the government decided to "ask" Leon to join them. He never told you what happened afterward. He never explained why he had to attend this six-month training camp.

But he was acting differently. Sure, you couldn’t blame him for being distant.

What happened that night traumatized him. He was shot in the shoulder and pursued by Mr. X, narrowly escaping death. You were with Claire most of the time because Leon thought you would be safe with her. He never told you exactly what happened, but you knew him. He changed.

Sometimes, he would wake up screaming, scared, and desperately searching for you, just to ensure your safety and well-being. You would calm him down, talk to him, and help him understand that you are safe and that nothing is real. In the mornings, you would wake him up with breakfast in bed and tend to his wound - which later turned out to be a scar. It was a sorrowful memento of that evening.

Two weeks before Leon left the house, you discovered that you were expecting a baby.

This wasn't exactly what you both wanted, and at first, Leon was mesmerized by the idea of becoming a father, but he was also very scared. Suddenly, he wanted to be at home with you instead of going to this training camp, just like you wanted him to stay. But Leon didn't have a choice. You watched him leave, and something inside your chest told you that this would be the last time you would see this version of Leon, the rookie cop you had fallen in love with.

When he returned home, he was bigger than you had remembered.

His muscles had doubled in size, and he was much stronger, completely different from when he left. His eyes, however, remained the same. It was your Leon, the same man you had met before the apocalypse. When he saw your baby bump and realized it was his child inside, he cried. You had a baby shower, but you didn't know the gender of your baby - you wanted Leon to be a part of everything. So, one week after he returned home, the two of you got married in a beautiful, intimate, and small ceremony. Claire and Chris were in attendance - Chris being Claire's older brother - and you and Leon quickly became friends with him.

Your family lived in another country, and you had no contact with them. You were on your own, and you were glad to have him by your side.

At the end of the year, your twins were born, and Leon was there to witness the childbirth. His eyes were shining just like they did when you both first met. Her name was Olivia. Leon loved that name, and she had her father's eyes and the same blond hair. The other twin was named Jake, and he had your hair and Leon's eyes. Both Olivia and Jake were copies of Leon, and he was proud of them. After the first few weeks, he took care of all the chores around the house and looked after you, Olivia, and Jake. He always said, "You shouldn't worry about that anymore."

But sometimes, he was very scared of someone trying to hurt the three of you. So, he asked to move somewhere else, and suddenly, you didn't have to worry about work or money anymore. He provided everything you needed, and he would move mountains to ensure the security of his loved ones.

The year was now 2002.

He had to leave for a mission with Major Jack Krauser. You stayed at home with your twins and were aided by Claire because they would cause you a lot of trouble. Of course, Leon's job was dangerous, but he always managed to call you and the kids. He never used his ring while on duty and had no pictures of his family with him, afraid that someone would find them and harm the babies. You can be sure that no one at the agency knew he was married and a father of two.

To be honest, you didn't care. You knew that after the incident in Raccoon City, your family meant everything to him, and he would do whatever it took to keep all of you safe. Leon was broken inside, but now he had found a new sense of purpose. He loved all three of you more than anything in the world, and when he returned from the operation, he embraced the twins and showered all of you with affection. Something happened there, but you decided not to ask.

For the twins' 4th birthday, you set a small party for a few friends.

Claire and Chris were there, as always, along with a few of your friends. The barbecue was filled with love and happiness, and yet, you noticed Leon's eyes shining once more. A little reminder that life could be peaceful sometimes, without the horrors of one's job. You would look at him, with all his glorious features kissed by the sun. The way his eyes shine with happiness. He was so beautiful. You felt so lucky.

Olivia was definitely her dad's girl. She loved running into his arms and staying there. She loved it when Leon played with her or bathed her. Jake, however, was more of a momma's boy. Of course, he loved being with his father, but he preferred being with you. They used to sleep together and be each other's best friends until that day arrived.

They were growing up, and now they wanted separate rooms. They would fight sometimes, and Leon was always the reasonable person who would calm them both. He would always talk to them instead of doing something else, and occasionally, on very rare occasions, he would ground the twins.

You knew that your husband was happy with his life. It made him forget about Raccoon City. It helped him heal.

Things couldn't be better for your family. The twins were at school. You finally had time for yourself and Leon. Sex was incredible, and occasionally, you would send the children to Claire's so you could reaffirm your connection with your husband. Leon was very submissive, and you enjoyed being in control, making him beg like the obedient boy he was. You ruined him so deeply that you were certain he would never forget it. Even with two children, you still had the power to touch him and drive him crazy.

Until 2004.

“The president's daughter?" you asked him when he dropped the news about his new assignment. "In Spain?"

"Yes, honey. The president doesn't want anyone to know... that's why I'm going alone," Leon sighed, holding your hands. "But I promise I'll be back before you even have a chance to miss me."

"I already miss you," you muttered, which made him smile. His thumb gently pressed against your lips, while his hand firmly held your chin, compelling you to meet his gaze.

"You know I love you more than anything in this world, right?" Leon asked, his voice smooth, husky, and caring. You nodded in response. "I'll be back soon, I promise."

"Well, you better tell the twins. Good luck, Liv is not in the mood today," you said, playfully tapping his shoulder, which caused him to furrow his eyebrows.

"Oh, come on, honey... this is unfair!" Leon protested, but then he laughed, following you to the living room. He called the twins, and Olivia was already sitting on his lap. "Okay, Daddy's gotta go for a few days to fight the bad guys. Behave and don't get into trouble with your mom, or I'll be the one in trouble, okay?"

"Fight the bad guys?" Liv asked, facing her dad while clutching her favorite teddy bear.

"Yes, sweetheart. They need Daddy to fight the bad guys again. There's someone who needs help," Leon explained calmly, while cradling Olivia in his lap.

"Will you be safe?" Jake asked, as he went to sit with his sister on Leon's lap, hugging his dad.

"Always, pumpkin. When I get back home, I promise I'll take a few days off so we can all be together, okay?" Leon smiled at his son.

"Please, get back home safely, Daddy," Olivia said, burying her face in his neck. Her words brought a smile to his face as he hugged the twins.

You had your twins in your arms as the three of you watched Leon leave in the black SUV. As soon as you closed the door, you activated the non-negotiable security system. Leon needed to be sure that you would be safe with the kids, and you knew very well that he wouldn't be able to focus on his job if he had to worry about his family's safety.

"Why does Daddy have to go, Mommy?" Olivia asked, her eyes shining with tears.

"It's his job, sweetie." Sometimes, Daddy needs to save people so he can keep us safe too," you tried to explain in the best way you could. After all, they were only six years old.

"But what if we need him, Mommy?" Jake asked. You touched the tip of his nose, smiling.

"Well, mommy can protect both of you from the bad guys... and we also have Uncle Chris and Auntie Claire who can help if I need assistance," you reassured your twins with a soothing tone of voice.

"I miss him already," Olivia cried, and then you hugged her tightly.

“I know, baby. Mommy misses him too”

It was the middle of the night when you heard someone deactivating the security system and unlocking the door. After three distinct knocks, you knew exactly who it was.

Leon was tired, distressed, and angry all at once. His clothes were dirty, and he felt quite miserable. His entire body was aching, and he couldn't wait to fall asleep in your bed, holding you in his arms. You, on the other hand, turned on the lights in your room and went immediately to meet him.

The moment Leon saw you, he immediately embraced you, his face completely buried in your neck, sending shivers down your spine, despite the difference in height. Your fingers ran through his tousled blonde hair, and for minutes, words were unnecessary. The way he was holding you in his arms made you think that something really bad had happened in Spain.

"Shh, it's okay... you're home, baby," you whispered in his ear, providing some comfort.

"I'm so sorry," Leon said, his voice breaking.

The last time you saw him so fragile, on the verge of tears, was after the incident in Raccoon City. Witnessing him in that state once more filled you with fear. Right after he apologized, for reasons unknown, he started sobbing and crying on your shoulder. Something was not right.

It took 40 long minutes until Leon finally calmed down. Meanwhile, you kept hugging him and reassuring him with calm words that everything was fine and he was safe at home with you. You gently stroked his hair and often traced circles on his back with your finger.

"I never told you why I left... or why I am doing this job," Leon said vaguely, his eyes focused on something else.

"I never told you why I left... or why I am doing this job," Leon said vaguely, his eyes focused on something else.

"Why does this matter now, baby?" you raised your eyebrow, sitting next to him on the sofa.

"It was because of Sherry. Remember that when Claire left to find her brother, and we attempted to locate a rescue but ended up in that government facility?" Leon asked, his gaze still fixed on something else.

The memory was still fresh in your mind. They kept you away from Leon, but they never told you why. After six years, you would have the answers to this issue.

"That day, they started questioning me, and because I possessed the skills they were seeking, they expressed their desire for me to join them. I only managed to get us out of there because of that," Leon says, his eyes cast downward as if he were ashamed. "But the thing is... they never asked me to join them."

You raised your eyebrows again, confused by his sudden revelation. You knew from the beginning that something - or someone - was being used to make him stay. He finally looks at you, his eyes shining with tears once more.

"They forced me. They said they would kill us if I didn't say yes... and I had no other choice. I asked them to leave you out of this, and I would work for them... I just wanted to keep you safe," Leon sobs again, burying his face in his hands, his voice cracking. "But this last mission... God... the things I saw and did..."

You decided to let him vent. Whatever happened, there was enough to break the wall that Leon had built over the past six years. He was finally allowing himself to feel his emotions, and you wouldn't interrupt him.

"These villagers, they were insane. Controlled by a parasite called Las Plagas, they transformed into monstrous creatures, their heads exploding and their forms becoming grotesque." Leon continued to sob, as the memories of the events in Spain flooded back into his mind. "The cult leader also infected me. He almost turned me into his pet, using the plaga inside me to torture and control my body and mind."

And then, he sobbed again. Seeing your husband hurt like that breaks your heart. Since Raccoon City, you have always been the tough one. You never showed any signs of sadness or trauma because you knew Leon needed your support. Eventually, what happened there stays in the past. But for him, it was completely different.

Gently, you embraced him once more, his head resting on your neck and his breath caressing your skin gently. You felt his warm tears on your robe, but this wasn't something that you cared about at the moment.

"I can't fall asleep... I keep seeing those things over and over again. I see Saddler, Mendez, Salazar, and Krauser," Leon sobs one more time, holding you tightly in his arms. You raised your eyebrows, surprised to hear that name after all these years. "He didn't die. He kidnapped Ashley. He was working for them. I had to fight him, I had to kill him."

"Sweetheart, none of this is your fault," you whispered, trying to calm him once more. Your words were full of assurance.

"He tried to kill Luis and me. I felt so betrayed. I thought he had died two years ago... but he was working for Saddler. He died because of power, something so stupid," Leon said, his eyes closed as he replayed everything in his head. "I just can't believe it. I thought it could be different..."

"Well, you brought Ashley home safely. You did it, and then you managed to come home for us too," you smiled kindly, using your thumb to wipe the tears from his face. "You're here with us, safe and sound again."

"I'm so tired, baby," Leon whispered to you, his eyes still closed as he started to calm down again. "It is always the same bullshit”

"I know," you said, taking a deep breath. "But I'm here, and nothing will hurt you."

You noticed a slight smirk on his lips, and both of you remained there for a while.

You knew that his missions left him stressed and tired. Sometimes he would be gone for weeks, and it always made you anxious because you were scared he wouldn't come back. But you knew Leon better than anyone else. He would always come home.

"Daddy!" "Daddy!" Olivia jumped into his arms when she saw him in the kitchen in the morning.

"Good morning, princess," Leon chuckled, holding her in his strong embrace. "Someone missed me, huh?"

"Where's Jake?" you asked Olivia, noticing that her brother didn't come downstairs for breakfast.

"He's in his room, Mommy," Olivia said, hugging Leon tightly. "I told him to come down and see Daddy, but he didn't want to."

"Ok, I'll take care of it," Leon sighs, gently placing Olivia on the ground and kissing you on the forehead.

You smiled and nodded your head. As Leon went to Jake's room, your daughter helped you prepare breakfast. Gently, Leon knocked on Jake's door before entering. He saw his little boy lying on his bed, with his eyes closed. His room was filled with blue adhesive posters, scattered bears, and toys.

"Hey, big boy. What happened?” Leon asked, sitting on the edge of Jake's bed, with his hand on his son's shoulder.

"I had a bad dream," Jake whispered, trying to hide under the blankets.

"A bad dream? Wanna talk about it?" Leon asked again, gently holding Jake's hand and stroking his hair.

"I saw a man hurting you, Daddy... I felt it too," his baby blue eyes then shined with tears.

"Well, Daddy's back home safe and sound, you see? There's nothing to be worried about, okay? While I'm here, no one will hurt you," Leon smiled, his voice calm and soft, as always. "Now, let's go eat breakfast, or your mom will definitely ground us."

Jake nodded smiling and Leon lifted him onto his shoulders. They walked downstairs together for breakfast, with Leon carrying his child. He placed Jake in the chair, sitting between the twins. Olivia and Jake enjoyed their pancakes with juice, while you and Leon had your favorite meal. Such a warm way to welcome him home.

"Daddy, I did something for you," Olivia said. Then, she ran to the living room and returned with a piece of paper. "I was waiting for you to come back."

"This is so beautiful, princess. I loved it," Leon smiled, as he observed the drawing she made of the family. "Thank you, baby girl."

"Jake drew too," you said, noticing that Jake was away. He seemed sad. "Right, baby?"

"Yes, I did," he nodded, then he ate another slice of his pancake. Your shared glance with Leon conveyed what words couldn't.

A few hours later, Olivia and Jake were playing in the garden, while Leon and you were casually lying on the sofa, watching the twins from the window. He was between your legs, and your fingers were gently running through his disheveled hair. His breath was calm, and he appeared tired, but at least he managed to sleep for the rest of the night.

"I'm worried about him," you sighed to Leon, your eyes locked on Jake as he played with his sister.

"Do you think we need therapy?" Leon's eyes met yours as he lifted his head to get a better view.

"I think he misses you, Lee. Let's be honest, Olivia is like your baby girl, and I think Jake feels that you give her too much attention," you said, analyzing the two.

"Right, babe. I'll fix that, I promise," Leon smirks, passionately kissing your hand.

"Take him to a boys' day or something. I'm sure he'll love spending some time with his dad," you suggested, smiling and leaning in to kiss his forehead.

"Alright, I promise I'll spend some time with Jake. I don't want to miss anything," Leon smiled again, then he leaned in to kiss you.

"Ew, that's disgusting!" Olivia shouted. Then, you glanced at your daughter and smiled mischievously at Leon. Both of you then ran after Jake and Olivia, giving them each a kiss.

2006 was a terrible year.

You knew that someday you would have to explain to the twins the true nature of Leon's job. You thought you would have time for it. Instead, his job decided to rush things, and now you have to deal with it alone.

Leon had gone to investigate something in China, and for some reason, you felt uncomfortable with the idea. Since his mission to Spain, he has completely changed again. Of course, you loved spending more time with him, and the twins loved the idea as well, but he seemed a little sad. Every time you tried to talk and understand what was going on, he would shut himself off and change the subject.

Just like what happened after the incident in Raccoon City.

You were at home when you heard about a submarine exploding and rumors circulating about the Chinese being behind the attack. The last time you had actually spoken to Leon, he was on his way to catch a submarine. Your heart sank at the possibility of him being killed, but somehow, you decided to remain positive. Leon would never leave you alone; he always finds a way to come back home.

But then, just as you were about to tell the twins, Leon returned.

This was the first time you had a fight with him. You needed to tell him how distant he was and the fact that he almost died made you freak out. He needed to open his eyes because he had been away from home since Spain, and you were trying everything in your power to make him see what he was losing.

And right after the fight, Leon attempted to reconcile and make amends.

He was more present at home, spending more time with you and the children. He was being more passionate and caring than ever before, treating you in the best way he could. Even so, he still had nightmares. One night, he woke up abruptly, his face and chest drenched in sweat, his breath labored, and his eyes filled with fear and panic.

"Babe, I'm here. It's okay, it wasn't real. It was only a bad dream," you said soothingly, hugging him tightly and stroking his hair to provide comfort.

"Shit... I-I can't sleep," he muttered, trying to catch his breath. He was very scared.

"Take a few deep breaths with me," you said, placing your hand on his chest and feeling his rapid heartbeat. Leon held your hand for support, to confirm that it was indeed real.

He never told you what his nightmare was about. You attempted to engage in conversation with him, but he mentioned something about terror and fear, implying that it would be better to avoid discussing it. Eventually, after a few weeks, he told you about Jason and what had happened in China. If Jason wanted to scare him, he successfully did that.

You hated Jason more than ever.

After the events of the Eastern Slav Civil War in 2011, Leon decided to quit USSTRATCOM for good. He told you what happened there and expressed his disgust towards the current government. He expressed his anger and stress by fucking you forcefully. Thankfully, the twins were at Claire's, so they couldn't hear your pornographic moans.

Now, he was working for DSO, and he seemed happy.

It was a very peculiar routine. Leon was called during a family quality time and was gone for weeks. When he returned, he would be exhausted to the core, stressed, and angry. The only way to relieve his tension was by using your gentle touch.

Jake and Olivia were at an age where they enjoyed spending time with friends. You didn't mind letting Olivia go to her best friend's house for a sleepover while Jake had fun with his own group. And when you had the house all to yourself, Leon would not only find a good massage but also the perfect stress relief.

"Beg to come, my good boy," you teased, slowing down your hands on his erect penis.

"P-please... let me cum, please,” he moaned so loudly that you knew your neighbors would hear him pleading with you. "F-fuck, I can't take it anymore."

"Again," you demanded, smiling teasingly as you continued to move your hand slowly. You watched as he desperately tried to find some friction, lifting his hips into your hand.

"Please, let me cum, babe,” he whined aloud, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gripped the sheets beneath him, burying his head in the pillow and closing his eyes. “Pleasepleaseplease I'll be your good boy.”

"The light is green," you whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe. With the trigger words, Leon released himself into your hands, emitting a loud moan that left you satisfied with your performance. His body jerks with the sudden release of pleasure, and he tries to catch his breath again.

“I love you,” he says. 

It was 2013, and you were at home, focusing on your paperwork for DSO since your children were teenagers, and you had time to work again. Jake was at soccer practice, Olivia was with her friends at the theater extra class, and you were alone with Cookie, the stray black and white cat that Leon adopted a few months ago. 

Suddenly, you heard the news about President Benford being killed. At the same time, someone called you. It was Hunnigan. 

She told you Leon was accused of killing the president while on a mission with Helena Harper from the CIA, and he was apparently MIA. You fell onto the couch, your heart beating faster inside your chest. You knew Leon would never betray his own country like that. Not only that, but you knew him better than anyone else. You knew what was about to happen. Immediately, you went to pick up the twins, driving them home in such a hurry that they didn’t understand what was going on. 

“Mom, is there something wrong with dad?” Jake asked, checking his phone with a worried expression. “The president died? Is all over the news” 

“I’ll explain when we get back home” You sighed heavily, your heart beating faster and your hands shaking completely. 

“Is he okay?” Olivia glanced at you, trying to find any assurance. In response, you just bite your lip. 

You said nothing. When you parked in front of your house, you took the twins inside in such a hurry that they started to get anxious. They could definitely tell something was wrong. You closed the curtains and checked the entire place, and when you found nothing, you finally relaxed. 

“Your dad went on a meeting with the president earlier, but I don’t know what went wrong, but he had to kill the president,” you finally said, after sitting with the twins on the sofa. Olivia gasped in shock as Jake remained with his Stoic expression, just like his father. “And at the moment, he’s missing in action” 

If you could protect your children from the truth and the whole world, you would without hesitation. The look of sadness on their faces, the way they leaned in for your support — it all broke your heart. Olivia was crying quietly, Jake was in shock, and once more, it was your responsibility to be the tough one. 

The three of you remained in the living room as your embrace protected the twins, giving them the comfort they needed. At any time, you knew you would receive secret agents at your door, but you had no patience to deal with them. Deep down, you knew that Leon was alive. He needed to be. 

But eventually, after a few days, you started to question if he really died. The twins were at home with you, as you decided to keep them at home after being dismissed from class due to personal reasons. The house, once full of laughs, jokes, and love, was now silent and cold. You were dead worried, waiting for any sign or call from Leon or Hunnigan. Olivia barely left her room, and Jake tried to stay positive, giving you the support you also needed. 

Until he crossed the door. 

The moment Leon walked inside the house, it was like he brought back the light. It was like the missing piece had finally found its way back. Olivia and Jake jumped on him, and for a very long time, tears and sobs were the only symphony inside the place. You were looking at him like he was your sun, the warmth and kindness that always finds a way to melt your heart. He glances at you, and he smiles.

He opens his arms, and when he embraces you, this is exactly where he needs to be.

“I had no other choice. He got infected,” Leon later said, when the four of you were having a family quality time. “And Simmons tried to blame me to cover up for his crimes”

“But you got him, right?” Jake asked, eating his popcorn and focusing his attention on his father.

“Well, kiddo, if I didn’t, I would be dead by now.” Leon chuckles, stroking your hand as you lay comfortably on his chest, smiling.

“Why do you keep doing this, dad?” Olivia asked, sighing. Leon hesitated for a moment. This was a subject never spoken in your family.

“Back in 1998, right after I met your mom, I had recently graduated from the Police Academy, and your mom was about to start as an intern. We decided to move to Raccoon City so we could start a life together, but one week before, I got a call telling me I shouldn’t go. I don’t know why I ignored that call, but we went anyway.” Leon sighed, his eyes looking somewhere else. He never liked talking about Raccoon City. “When we arrived, the city was drowned in chaos, death, and zombies. It was a living nightmare. But at least we met Claire and Sherry, a little girl who was alone. We managed to survive the night, barely escaping the city. The entire city was wiped away the next morning, and when we tried to find a rescue, we ended up in a government facility. I made a deal that day in exchange for keeping your mom and Sherry safe, I joined their top-secret program. One week before I left, your mom told me she was pregnant"

Both Olivia and Jake were surprised to hear about the incident. Sure, everyone knew, but knowing their parents were there and somehow survived was very different. Now, at least, they knew the true nature of Leon’s job and why he did what he did. But, the most important thing in the world, they knew Leon would do everything in his power to keep his family safe.

One year later, in 2014, however, things turned unexpectedly.

Leon decided to go on a vacation in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado after his entire team was killed by a mole. He drowned himself in alcohol, and he clearly was struggling with depression. After everything he went through, he was losing himself again. It was morning when you woke up alone in the hotel room, his side cold and empty. His blonde hair was now dark, he had a beard growing up, and his eyes weren’t shining like usual.

You found him already drinking his sorrows away.

“Babe, you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” you sighed, sitting on his side, holding his hand and squeezing it softly.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this anymore.” Leon muttered, his eyes focused on his own drink and avoiding your gaze. “I had to watch them die… I had to shoot them in the morgue. I lost them all”

“And do you think drinking heavily will ease the pain, Lee? You can’t bring them back, and I know it hurts, but this wasn’t your fault. You tried, I know you did… but sometimes things don’t happen the way we want them to happen,” you sighed again, still holding his hand.

He was shattered inside. Losing his entire team in front of his eyes made him regret every decision he ever made. He was disgusted by himself and found solace in alcohol, which you hated.

“It's a little bit early to be that deep in the bottle, Leon,” you heard Chris say, getting closer with Rebecca.

You smirk, and Leon sighs. He’s going again on a new mission.

When he came back from this mission with Chris, he seemed different. Although his arm seemed to be hurt, he was acting differently. Whatever happened between him and Chris, it worked to make him open his eyes. He enjoyed the rest of his vacation, cutting out alcohol permanently and spending more time with his family. 

He eventually told you about Arias and what happened in New York. Likewise, he told you about Maria. 

Leon was, again, healing. It was a very slow process, but he had his family to remind him that life could be beautiful and happy. He had you by his side, and even after sixteen years since Raccoon City, he was still alive, and nothing bad really happened to you or the twins. Now, he was making his dad jokes again, laughing and smiling more than ever. His presence at home was more frequent, and he definitely decided to stay more with you. 

On the weekends, he would take you and the twins to some random beach, have a picnic, or go camping outside. The family portraits were happier than the previous ones, and slowly, he was starting to show the first signs of his age hitting him. His body wasn’t the same as before, but you didn’t care. To you, he would always be the Leon you met in his 20s. 

A year later, everything was normal again. 

“Ok, slow down. I know you want to go see this prison, but I’m not Flash!” You shouted at Jake while he was speaking aloud about Alcatraz. “Liv, are you ready?”

“Mom, why do you keep treating me like I’m a baby?” Jake rolled his eyes, finally meeting you in the living room, his phone on his left ear. 

“Well, you might be sixteen, but you’re still my baby.” You teased him by kissing his forehead. 

You drove to Alcatraz Island because Jake had been asking you for the entire month. He had this history project, and since you were the cool parent, you decided to take him and Olivia on a small trip to the island because Leon was too busy at work, and you wanted to enjoy San Francisco since their vacation was ending. 

But something went wrong. 

You three were at the cell block when everyone started to scream and run. You grabbed Jake and Olivia by their hands and entered one of the cells, locking it. Whatever was happening, their safety was your priority. You took a gun from your purse, ready to keep your children safe. 

“Mom… I-I don’t feel good,” Jake muttered, sliding against the walls. He was pale and sweating, and his breath was very shallow. 

“What happened, baby? What's wrong?” You asked desperately, trying to find any sign of a bite or any other wound. “Are you hurt? Olivia, help me lay him in bed"

But then the same thing happened to Olivia. You were desperate, and their phones were missing. Now, they were struggling against something you couldn’t know what it was, and there was no way to call for help. You sat with them, stroking their heads and whispering soothing words, fighting to keep tears in your eyes. You saw a blonde woman standing on the other side, half of her face covered by her own hair. She watched you with an awful smirk and disdain.

“Who are you?” you asked, your hand slightly reaching your gun.

“I’m the one who will make your husband pay for killing my father,” the mysterious blonde said angrily. “I’ll make him watch your children rip you apart and see him kill everything he loves. And then I’ll make him suffer”

“You’re stupid to think he’ll fall for that,” you said, smiling, but deep down, you knew you were scared. “He’ll beat the living shit out of you just because you thought you could harm us”

She smirks.

“Yeah, if I were you, I’d be worrying about my own skin by now”

“Well, if you think I’ll leave my children alone, you’re wrong. You better find Leon before I find you, because no one fucks with my family and gets away with it,” you threatened with cold, dead eyes, and she seemed to back off.

“Badass, mom,” Jake smirks, holding your hand tight.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Dad’s coming,” you whispered to the twins softly.

You had no idea how she found out about your family, but this wasn’t important at the moment. You had calmed them both, knowing they were struggling with the infection. Seeing them suffer made you angry, and whoever she was, you would go after her and make her pay for hurting your babies. You had no notion of time, but you heard someone. It was Chris and Claire, they were also infected. You hated being the one spared, but you knew you were running out of time.

“Are you guys okay?” You asked both Chris and Claire, hearing them groan in pain.

“Yeah… how about the kids?” Chris asked you back, followed by a groan.

“They’re infected…” you sighed. “I don’t know, it happened quick”

You heard a loud thud. Two people were walking inside the cell block, and then you heard him scream your name, running immediately to you. Desperation floated in his eyes as he saw his twins.

“Babe, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Leon asked with desperation in his voice. He managed to open the cell, hugging you tight. “What happened to the twins?”

“That little bitch infected them,” you muttered, kneeling next to Olivia.

“Maria? Where is she?” Leon asked again, holding Jake in his lap. “Hold on, big boy. Daddy's here”

“Dad… it hurts,” Jake hissed, closing his eyes. Olivia reached for his hand, trying to squeeze it.

“I know, but I need you to hang on just a little bit. I promise I’ll take you home safe,” Leon said, stroking Jake’s hair and, with his other hand, holding Olivia’s.

As soon as Rebecca arrived, she injected the vaccine into the twins, Chris and Claire. Jill had to leave to face Dylan by herself. It was time to end this. As soon as the twins recovered from the infection, you sat next to them with a serious look on your face.

“I need you two to go with Claire and Rebecca. Jake, you need to protect your sister, okay? I’m counting on you two,” you said to them. “Me and Dad will be back for you when we finish. Go, now!” As they leave with Claire and Rebecca, you take your gear.

“You look so sexy when you’re angry,” Leon teased as you two walked to the armory room.

“Keep teasing me like that, and I’ll have to teach you a lesson” You wink at him, which makes him giggle.

Maria was waiting for both of you in the armory room. After an intense fight, Leon managed to kick her, impaling her into some broken metal pipes. She looked at you, and you leaned closer, pointing your gun into her head.

“I told you. No one fucks with my family,” you hissed angrily, right before she dropped dead on the floor.

Alcatraz was a terrible experience. Leon had his face almost purple after being beaten up by Maria, and the twins were exhausted. At least your family is intact again. You were with Rebecca, Chris, Claire, Jill, and Leon outside. He seemed distressed, so you hugged him tightly, kissing his shoulder gently.

“I almost lost them,” he said, looking at the twins laughing with Chris. “And you”

“We’re here,” you said to him, looking into his blue eyes and placing your cheek peacefully on his shoulder.

“I’ll quit.” Leon looks at you. “I’m coming home, and I’ll never leave you again”

You smiled, holding his hand. No matter what happens, at the end of the day, Leon always comes home.

Hiii can I request Leon visiting gn readers home/apartment for the first time and he sees their pet cat? Like how would he respond.. if that makes any sense lol.. thank youu!! ❤️

Leon Kennedy x reader -

Im crying, this is so cute, Hope you enjoy my love!

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Leon has honestly never found a cat so cute, maybe he’s biased because it’s your cat but he swears he's the cutest little fluff ball he’s ever seen, well-kept fur coat, and the cutest little meow he’s ever heard.

“Hey buddy” he coos, scratching the small feline behind his ear and his heart melts with love, he’s never been a big pet fanatic before he’s never really had the time to really look after one with his demanding job, and all.

“Oh you’ve met Miso, he’s a cutie right?” You smile walking into the living room with two cold beers, handing Leon one before taking a seat, you watch in amazement as Miso jumps up onto Leon’s lap.

“Yeah, he’s a great host, very welcoming,” Leon chuckles petting the fury friend as he lets small meows.

“I’ve actually never seen him so vocal with someone else before, he’s normally really shy,” you say, “I think he approves of you” you giggle and Leon looks up at you with soft eyes, a loving gaze.

“Yeah?” He asks bashfully with a boyish smile.

“Oh definitely” you agree, nodding your head, you watch as Miso walks over to you with a certain strut to his step, you giggle as he plops himself down by your feet, head resting on your foot.

“Such a drama queen,” you say rubbing his belly as he lets out an approving meow.

“You— erm… you staying tonight?” You ask, suddenly feeling a little shy, Leon smiles at you noticing the way you bite your lip slightly out of bad habit.

It’s not like you two haven’t shared a bed before, you’ve stayed at his before so in all honesty, the question shouldn’t make you feel this nervous, but it's Leon, and you can't help the butterflies that swarm your belly when he looks at you with those soft pretty eyes, or when he laughs and his nose scrunches a little with joy, how he's so gentle with you, it makes you feel sick with love.

“Only if you want me to sweetness” he answers, taking a sip of his beer, he never wants you to be uncomfortable, and he certainly doesn’t want to be the person to make you uncomfortable.

“Yeah of course I do, I think Miso wants you to say too” you giggle motioning to your very indecisive cat as he walks back over to Leon, and you chuckle when he jumps up onto the couch curling up beside Leon’s thigh.

“Well then guess I’m staying, would hate to disappoint you both” Leon chuckles as he strokes behind Miso’s ear, and you feel all tingly with love when he tips his head, beckoning for you to come and take a seat next to him, with his arm out, and you do because you always want to be close to him.

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hii!! i hope you’re doing super well today! i recently discovered your account and i loveee your account! i was wondering if you could do a lil something with leon and reader watching a scary movie, all cuddled up and overall some sweetness and leon being the best boyfriend? this is literally the first time i’m doing a request so i’m so sorry if this is the wrong place to ask! ignore this if it is but still, thank you so much for all the good work that you do and keep it up! 🤍

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Leon is so boyfriend! <3

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“You’re gonna miss the movie if you spend the whole time tucked into my side” he quips with a laugh, noting the way you hide your face behind his shoulder every time the music gets even a little suspenseful, the way you let out little gasps when the something unexpected happens.

You know you shouldn’t be this scared it’s just a movie, but there’s something about the way it’s shot, the camera movements, and the soundtrack that makes you feel nervous, your heart skips a beat with panic, and that’s why you hide yourself in Leon’s side.

“Yeah, that’s the point” you mumble, flinching at the screech that erupts from the tv, Leon feels a little bad, almost guilty for putting you through this, but he can’t lie he loves how you hide behind him, your nose nuzzling into his shoulder, how your hands grasp at his arm.

His arm wraps around you, hand settling on your waist as he brings you closer to him, “I’ve got you sweetheart” he says with an almost patronizing tone and you fight the urge to hit him with the pillow.

“We can change the movie if you want angel, your choice as long as you’re happy,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, there he is, your overly sweet boyfriend who’d do anything for you, constantly putting you first.

“It’s alright, you’ll protect me” you smile, looking up at him and you notice the way he smiles back, how his eyes gleam with happiness, you would do anything to make sure he didn’t stop smiling.

Leon looks down at you, his attention completely shifting from the movie to you, “Always” he whispers and there’s a certain heaviness to his words that the both of you are aware of.

Your hand cups his face, reaching up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, you notice the small beauty mark that sits near his nose and you giggle as you press another loving kiss to his cheek then another and another.

A laugh bubbles out from him as he lets you continue to pepper kisses all over his face, moving down to his jaw then neck and his hands grasp at your shoulders.

“If this is your way of getting out of watching this movie it’s not working,” he says with a smirk, and you scoff rolling your eyes with a fake offense.

“Mm, not even a little?” You ask brushing his hair out of his face, thumb caressing his cheek as you lean into him your lips ghosting over his and you can feel his gentle breath fan against you.

“Not even a little” he whispers with a smug look in his eyes.

The both of you are so wrapped up in each other’s love that you forget about the movie entirely, that is until a stomach-churning scream rips you both out of the loving moment, the pair of you jump a little at the sudden noise, and Leon’s quick to turn the movie off entirely as you try and suppress your giggles.

“I think it worked pretty well,” you say and now it’s your turn to act smug as lay back on the sofa and he scoffs, mumbling something you don't quite catch, settling between your legs, his head resting on your chest as you play with his hair and you flick through the movies until you both find one you like, with fewer jump scares.

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Hello!! I've been reading your stories for a while and get so excited whenever I see that you post <3 You're writing style is so soft to me and it makes me giggle all girly too

Im not sure if you've done this already but was wondering if you would write about Leon and reader's first kiss together? Like how he would get all flustered and try to hide his grin from them :')

Feel free to change the premise to whatever you think will fit! Have a good day/night ♡♡♡

First kiss

{You and Leon share your first kiss}

I’m sobbing! Please I love him so very much!! He’s so boyfriend!! 💕

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“Here let me,” Leon says, taking one of the shopping bags from your hands with a smirk, you’d spent the day helping him get groceries and it was honestly more fun than you’d originally thought. You thank him watching as he sets the bags on the kitchen counter.

You help him unpack the bags, “You staying for dinner tonight sweetheart?” He asks leaning against the countertops, arms crossed over his chest.

He wants you to say yes, he wants you to stay tonight and forever because he knows he sleeps better when you’re here, he doesn’t have to worry about you if you’re right here with him.

He watches you contemplate your decision with a hopeful look in his eyes, “Yeah if you want me to” you smile lifting yourself up with your hands to sit on the marble countertop.

He looks over at you, of course, I want you to stay, he thinks watching as you kick your socked feet, “I always want you here” He smiles, and you can’t help the butterflies that flutter around in your belly.

He’s such a sweetheart, with his soft words that leave you love-sick and craving more.

Leon walks over to you where you’re sitting and he taps your knee, a silent way of asking you to lift your legs so can get into the cupboard and you do, watching him take out two glasses.

“If you change your mind let me know okay? I’ll drop you home” he tells you, and he knows you probably won't but he gives you the option anyway because the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable around him.

You nod your head watching as he pours himself a glass of water before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a small carton, “Apple juice for my girl” He smiles as you nod happily, watching as he pours the drink before handing the glass to you.

“Thank you for today,” he says with a grateful smile.

“It was actually quite fun,” you tell him, taking a sip of the juice before putting the glass down on the counter beside you.

Leon looks over at you, and there’s a part of him that can’t quite believe you’re his, someone so sweet and perfect, how you’ve healed his heart without even knowing and he thinks about all the ways he wants to thank you.

You must’ve noticed the way the mood changed as you hold your arms out for him and he gladly takes the offer, standing between your legs as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your loving warmth envelopes him and he swears that you have the ability to make everything in his life seem perfect.

He pulls back slightly looking down at your face, his thumb gently ghosting over your cheek, and you smile at the feeling, such a small loving gesture it makes your heart stammer in your chest at the sudden closeness.

Close enough to kiss, you think and the thought makes you feel giddy with excitement, and you start to think of how his lips might feel against yours, his taste and his warmth.

The thought crosses Leon’s mind too and there’s nothing he wants more than to kiss you, but he’s terrified of overstepping boundaries, he just wants to bring you the happiness you do for him.

So he simply asks, “Can I kiss you?” His tone is so quiet, gentle and caring that it leaves you breathless.

“Yes, you can,” you say, and he leans in closer, you can feel his breath fanning against your skin, and your eyes flutter close as his lips finally press against yours, he’s so careful almost as if he’s scared of hurting you.

Your heart feels like it’s running laps around your chest, and it’s so exciting it sends tingles through your skin and you can’t help but move closer to him, chasing after his warmth.

He brings a hand to gently cup your cheek, thumb grazing against the warm skin and another sits against your hip, his heart blooms with love at how you seem to fit against him so perfectly, just like puzzle pieces.

Leon loses himself completely, and he forgets everything outside this small moment as he tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue against yours, and the soft noises that escape you send his heart squeezing with devotion, because god, you just make the cutest noises.

It’s a hopeful feeling that grows within you both, a kiss so sweet and exciting just like turning the page of a really good book, and you know that from this kiss will come many more just like beginning a new chapter, and you can’t wait.

He pulls back, forehead pressed against yours as both of you catch your breath, “I love you” The words flow so easily from his mouth as if they came naturally and they linger just like the kiss.

“I love you too” you smile, noticing the way he looks away from you with a bashful smirk, the type you have no control over.

He can’t bring himself to look at you, he feels like a schoolboy who’s head over heels and he doesn’t know why you leave him so dizzy, maybe it’s because he’s so enchanted by you, he could honestly name thousands of different things about you that he’s completely obsessed with.

“You can’t kiss me like that then go all shy on me Kennedy” You giggle as he hides his head in the crook of your neck, your fingers threading through his hair.

He groans against your skin, “You can’t kiss me like that and expect me to be fine” he mumbles and you can’t stop the giggles that bubble out of you.

You give him a moment before he finally looks at you again and you notice the way his cheeks are tinted with the slightest hint of red and you take pride in the sight.

“Kiss me again?” You smile, and he swears his heart stops for a moment.

“Alright” and before he can even make a move you’re already pulling him in, and you both giggle into the soft kiss, and it’s better than you could ever imagine.

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hi!! i was wondering if you could write dating ada wong hc’s?? (if not that’s okay, i can’t remember if you write for her or not)

- Ada Wong relationship hc’s!!

Omg of course I will!! I lover her sm!! 💕

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Ada absolutely loves seeing you in pretty jewellery!! The way certain colours make your eyes stand out, or how necklaces sit against your collar bones, she spoils you with the prettiest jewellery!!

Teaches you how to shoot a gun for when she’s out on a mission, she’s gotta know her baby is safe.

{{and could you imagine her teaching you? Pressed up against your back as she whispers a quiet “Good girl” in your ear!! I want her so bad}}

Very protective, so very protective. If anyone ever even thinks about threatening you or using you as some kind of leverage against her, dead their dead, she killed them.

I feel like Ada definitely loses herself when it comes to her job, all the death and chaos she’s seen has obviously messed her up and she sometimes becomes very emotionally detached.

But whenever she’s with you she lets herself feel, she lets herself be human, however, it didn’t come easily she tried to push you away again and again, but it never worked she always seemed to find her way back to you, especially on a hard mission, and you’d attend to her wounds, wash her hair, and let her sleep cuddled next you.

Is a very light sleeper, and normally stays awake until you fall asleep, her fingers gently tracing patterns against your skin or peppering kisses over your face as you sleep.

I don’t know why but I feel like she would have such an angelic, soft singing voice, she would sing you soft songs lulling you to sleep as her fingers drag along your spine.

Ada just loves you so much! And would do anything to bring you happiness and safety.

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hey hey hey sweetieee!! may i please request a fluff leon×reader shopping day where they spend hours sniffing scented candles? i bought some vanilla cream scented candles and i thought that it could be a cute idea for you!! it's totally okay if you chose not to write it hun, don't worry🥹🤍🤍

Wild Orchid

{You and Leon shop for candles}

Please I love this so much, thank you my lovely!! 💕

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“Ugh, what is that?” Leon’s face scrunches at the strong smell that practically stings his nose, cringing as the harsh scent invades his senses and you can’t help but giggle at the way his eyes crinkle in disgust.

You take the candle from his hands putting it back in its place, “It’s pinewood, do you not like it, baby?” You ask watching as he shakes his head, resting his chin against your shoulder as he looks over at the various different candles.

“That’s the worst one so far” he whispers, hands against your hips, as you pick up the purple-looking one bringing it to your nose.

It was a sweet smell, almost like a dessert with a refreshing hint it reminded you of spring in a way and you hum with delight, “Hmm wild orchid” You bring the candle to Leon’s nose.

“It smells like you,” he says with a smile, the scent pleasantly lingers in his nose reminding him of that specific perfume you have, the one you were wearing when he asked you to officially be his, the one you had on when he first kissed you, and the memory makes him feel all fuzzy.

You glance over at him, his chin still resting on your shoulder, “Is that a good thing?” You giggle, putting the candle back on the self.

“Yeah of course, it’s sweet just like you” He presses a kiss to your cheek, chuckling as you start booing at his cheesy comment.

“That was awful Leon” You giggle as he peppers kisses to your jaw.

“What you don’t like it? My sweet girl” he smirks, lips grazing against your skin, and you roll your eyes pushing at his shoulder, you’re thankful that the aisle is empty.

You watch as he reaches up to the top shelf and you notice the way the muscles on his arms tense with the action, he picks up one of the few orange candles bringing it to your nose.

“Mm it’s too, festive-ey,” you say, rubbing at your nose as the smell of sweet cinnamon pricks at your senses, leaving an odd itch at the back of your throat, you watch as he takes a whiff, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Yeah definitely” He nods putting it back, and Leon notices the way you hold your head with discomfort, seething slightly in pain, “You alright? Is it your head sweetheart?” He asks thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Mhm, it’s all these candles, too much” You smile, trying to ignore the pain in your head caused by too many conflicting scents, and he nods at you with an understanding expression, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Come on let’s get you, home angel,” he says, picking up the 'Wild orchid' candle you said you liked, the one that smells like you, putting it in the shopping cart and he guides you through the rest of the store with a gentle hand on the small of your back.

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Idk why this concept makes my heart so warm but I’d love to see something where the reader asks Leon to do her makeup for fun and he’s clueless! Like a lil date night activity!

Makeover!

{Leon tries to do your makeup}

Aww this is too cute!! Thank you sm for the request my lovely!! Hope you enjoy!! 💕

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“What’s this one again?” Leon asks, fiddling with the eyeshadow palette, shutting it and closing it over and over again as the magnetic seal clicks with the action.

You’re shocked at how willing he was to say yes to the idea of him giving you a makeover.

“That’s eye shadow,” you tell him, before going over the products one by one as he nods with an enthusiastic smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited even if he was utterly clueless about what to do.

You take a seat on your desk chair watching as he takes the foundation, “This one first?” He asks a little unsure of what he’s actually doing, and you giggle as his brows knit together with confusion.

“It’s all you baby, whatever you think goes first” You look up at him with a smile.

“Alright” he smiles, and you watch, feeling a little nervous, as he holds the bottle to your face, the nuzzle pressed against your cheek as he squirts the product on your face, and you gasp at the sudden coldness, giggling as he mumbles a small ‘fuck’

He takes one of the many brushes dabbing it across your face to smooth out the foundation that sits against your skin, he stands back admiring your face with a proud smirk before turning back to the dresser and picking up the eyeshadow pallet he was playing with earlier, and you cringe at the bright neon colours, out of all the pallets he just had to pick that one.

“Don’t be so nervous you’re gonna look so sexy” he chuckles, as he takes one of the smaller brushes dusting it with the bright pink, and your eyes flutter close as he applies the eyeshadow so gently to your eyelids, you barely even feel it, his hand occasionally brushes against your cheek as he continues to use the bright colour.

“I’m not hurting you right?” He asks so softly, and you can feel his breath fanning against your skin.

“No baby you’re alright” you whisper back, eyes still closed as he makes a joke about switching job professions, ‘government agent turned beautician’ and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you.

There’s a comfortable silence that settles between you both, and the only thing you can hear is the soft music that plays from your speaker.

Your eyes open as Leon cups your jaw, “I’m not doing a very good job” he chuckles, admiring your face and he can’t believe you’re still so beautiful even if he's doing a terrible job, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before going back to dresser picking up eyeliner with a confusing look.

He removes the cap, his eyebrows rising with shock, “What is this?” He asks, looking back over at you.

“Eyeliner” you smile, and it only confuses him more.

He study’s the product trying to make a guess on how you use it, “It goes on your eyes?- How do I?” he trails off manoeuvring his hand to try and figure out how to apply it, he stares at the brush tip with a very baffled expression.

You explain it to him, giggling at his horrified look he leans into you with hesitation and it makes you a little nervous, “Just be careful, don’t take my eye out” you tell him and he nods with a nervous chuckle and it definitely doesn’t make you confident.

His hand leans against your cheek, as he ever so gently drags the brush tip along your eyelid and he winces at how messy the line is, “Don’t open your eyes” he whispers as he does the same to your other eye, and it’s considerably worse than the other.

He pulls back laughing at how wobbly the line is, and it definitely doesn’t look the same when you do it, “Am I still pretty?” You smile looking up at him.

“You’re always pretty, the prettiest girl in the world,” he tells with a loving tone, handing you the mirror with a teasing ‘Ta-da’ and he chuckles at the boisterous laugh that erupts from you.

“Woah baby, it's a good attempt” you giggle, studying the awful job he’s done.

Leon looks down at you, how your eyes crinkle with joy and a loving feeling blooms in between his rib cage and it makes his heart flutter with adoration, the sweet sound of your laughter could brighten his day without fail always.

He picks up the makeup wipes taking one out, “Come here pretty angel” he says, wiping away the makeup gently, he knows how to do this part as he thinks back to the times when you were too drunk to do it yourself, and the cool sensation washes you with relief.

He wipes the makeup until your face is completely clean, and his big hands cup either side of your face making you look up at him, “My beautiful girl” he smiles leaning down the press a kiss to your lips.

You smile against him suddenly feeling awfully bashful, “Are you, hungry baby?” he asks, and you watch as he cleans up the space.

“Mhm, you wanna make pizza?” You ask, and he nods putting away the makeup products back to their rightful place before you both make your way to the kitchen.

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hi, i love ur writing ! could u do where leon compliments reader and reader is like "u dont have to say that, u know i am not beautiful" basically like reader being insecure, then leon comforts her and showering her with compliments. :) 💗

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Thank you for the request my lovely! Hope you enjoy! 💕💕

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You’re wrist deep in cookie dough, kneading it under your palms with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows as you let out little huffs, Sherry had a school bake sale and you were more than happy to help offering to bake her some cookies.

Leon always admired that about you, the way you were so kind and caring, you’ve helped him a lot through these past couple of months and he thinks you’re just perfect, inside and out.

He walks over to you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “Hey beautiful” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you roll the chocolate chip-covered cookie dough into balls.

He doesn’t miss the way you wince slightly at the nickname, how you seem to go in on yourself, you’ve been like this for weeks now, avoiding his touches, even at night you seem to sleep further away from him, he hates it.

“Hey, do you think two batches are enough? Or should I do another?” You ask trying to divert the conversation in a different direction, Leon notices the way your eyes seem to be fixed on the cookie dough, “I don’t remember how many children are in Sherry’s class”

He can see the concern that laces through your eyes, and he knows the worry goes far beyond Sherry’s school bake sale, there’s something much deeper in the way, something that makes you brush his love off.

“I think two batches are plenty, Sherry’s gonna be over the moon,” he says, noticing that you haven’t preheated the oven as he turns it to one-eighty degrees, “You wanna go grab some dinner after you’ve finished pretty girl?” He asks frowning at the way you wince.

There’s that look that flashes over your face again as if his words are venomous, and it breaks his heart, and he dreads to think about the horrible words you’re telling yourself.

He stands there for a moment, watching as you put the second batch of cookies in the oven thinking about how to approach this because, in all honesty, Leon doesn’t know how long he handled this distance you’ve wedged between the pair of you.

He waits until you set the timer, washing your hands and drying them off, until talking to you letting out a sigh as he prepares himself.

“Can we talk?” He asks, leaning against the countertops, his eyebrows pinched together when you don’t look at him.

“Sure, what is it?” You turn over to where he’s standing, arms crossed over his chest.

His hands go to rest against your hips, and he hates the way you seem to flinch from his touch as if his hands were poison against you, his chest tightens at the way you nibble on your bottom lip as you push away from him.

“What’s going on? Talk to me” he says, his tone soft and caring and it makes you want to burst into tears because the last thing Leon deserves is the way you’ve been treating him lately, constantly pushing him away every time he reaches out for you.

And you hate how much power your insecurities hold over you, hate how it’s now affecting your relationship, it kills you.

“Hey, don’t cry angel,” he says, noting the tears that fall down the curve of your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut, you felt so undeserving of such a sweet nickname.

You shake your head wiping your tears, “Don’t do that Leon” you cry, wrapping your arms around yourself, and he looks back at you with confusion.

“Do what?— y/n?” He asks, trying to understand why you were suddenly so upset, “Hey, beautiful tell me what’s going on?” His hands go to reach out for you but you’re quick to push them away.

“You don’t have to keep saying it, I’m not- I’m not beautiful or- or pretty, so just stop— please” and he swears he can feel his heart shatter, the remnants poking in his throat, and it’s hard to listen to your sobs.

He doesn’t know how to approach this, he’s terrified of making it worse but the way you hold yourself as pitiful sobs escape your lips breaks him in ways he never thought possible.

“Can— can I hold you?” He asks, relief washing over him as you nod whispering a small ‘okay’ and his arms wrap around you holding you close to him as he lets you cry into his shirt, his hand soothing your back.

“I’m sorry Leon, I’m just scared- I’m scared that you’ll look at me the way I do” you mumble and he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple. It pains him to know that you look at yourself with anything other than kindness.

“Sweetheart, hey look at me,” he says, hands cupping either side of your tear-stained face.

“I love you- so much it’s scary, and I need you to know that okay? You mean the world to me” he promises, with such a loving look in his eyes and you can't find the heart to doubt his words.

"You're the most perfect person in the world, so beautiful inside and out, and god, you're so pretty, so so pretty, you- you leave me breathless" he smiles at the teary chuckle that leaves your lips.

You smile back at him, and you know there isn’t much he can say to erase your insecurities, it’s a deep-rooted problem you have to face alone, but the way he showers you with his love helps more than he’ll ever know.

“What can I do to make it better? Anything and I'll do it” he asks, you let out a breathy giggle and you almost convince yourself he’s not real, he can’t be.

You reach up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, and you slowly come to realise that, Leon really does love you and it was foolish to think otherwise, “There’s nothing really, just be patient, and don’t leave me” you murmur resting your head back against his shoulder, he hates that he can’t help you more.

“I’ll never leave you, ever” he promises, a gentle hand smoothing over your hair as he holds you against him.

“I’m sorry for being so awful to you, m’sorry for pushing you away,” you tell him with a slight wobble to your voice.

“You don’t need to apologise, you just gotta tell me what’s up, yeah? That’s what I’m here for” he tells you and you let out another wet, teary chuckle nodding your head and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

A minute passes by, as you both stand there holding each other before the timer goes off, and Leon pulls away as he takes out the cookies, and you can tell by the look in his eyes that’s he tempted to take one.

“Don’t even think about Leon, these are for Sherry’s bake sale” you remind him, as he still admires the delicious chocolate chip cookies.

“I’ll make another batch just for us” you wink, bumping your hip against his as he moves out of your way, and he smiles at the way you don't move away from his touch when his hand falls to your waist, you giggle at how he stands behind you watching intently as you put the cookies into little individual bags, fancy ribbon and all, and he can't help but think just how lucky he is to have you in his life.

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Hello!! I requested the First Kiss story and I cannot emphasize how much I absolutely loved it 😭♡ It was so soft and fluffy omg </3

Another idea I had was Leon catching you wearing one of his clothes for the first time and he thinks it fits you perfectly even tho it's oversized or something like that :00

Tysm and have a good day/night!! <33

Is that mine?

{Leon’s first time seeing you wearing his clothes}

SOBBING!! thank you for requesting again my love!! 💕💕

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Leon Kennedy doesn’t hate without reason, and a good reason at that, it’s safe to say that he hates working late, and he hates being away from you, but when he walks into the house to be met with you in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts, well, he can practically feel the hatred leave his body.

It might just be his new favourite sight, the way his shirt hangs on against your body, how the fabric drapes off your shoulder ever so slightly, he thinks he might just lose it completely.

“You’re finally home!” Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you pull him into you, his head resting against the crook of your neck.

It’s such a small thing, but the thought of you picking out one of his shirts and putting it on just makes something inside him tingle, and it renders him completely speechless.

“I cooked up some dinner, there’s leftovers in the fridge whenever you’re ready” You let him know with the sweetest tone he’s ever heard and surely you’ve got to know what you’re doing.

Your hands gently cup his face and your thumb graze against his cheek, and hum softly at the feeling of his slight stubble, and before you can skip off into the kitchen, his hands grab for your hips pulling you back into his arms.

“Is that mine?” A stupid question, he obviously knows it’s his, it’s so very clearly his.

You look up at him, “Oh, yeah I missed you today so I just...” You trail off your hands motioning to his shirt you’re wearing, and he can’t help the smirk that splays across his lips.

His hands grasp at your sides, dipping under the shirt as he pulls you impossibly closer, and his heart skips a beat at the idea of you missing him, rummaging through his draws for a shirt, his shirt.

You giggle as his hands run over your belly then to your back, gentle fingers grazing along your naked skin, as he leaves soft kisses against your jaw down to your neck.

“You should’ve called me sweetness, I would’ve left work early” he whispers into your neck, god he’d missed you so much.

Your fingers weave through his hair as he continues to pepper your soft skin with his warm kisses, “I can’t do that Leon, your work is important” you tell him feeling a little breathless at his loving actions.

“Not as important as you are angel” You go giddy at his words.

His eyes flicker over your body for the fifth time and there’s an odd sense of pride that settles in his chest, you’re wearing his shirt, and he just can’t seem to shake the feeling, and maybe that’s why his hands are still roaming your body.

“You look so fucking good in my clothes, you should wear them more often” he smiles as he nuzzles further into your neck, and you chuckle hearing his stomach grumble in protest, he was hungry.

You try to push away from him but it’s pointless as he just holds you tighter, “Come on, you need to eat baby” you giggle as you guide him to the kitchen with him practically glued to your side.

He stands behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder whilst you dish up his dinner, “Leon, what’s going on you with?” You chuckle as his lips trail down your neck lingering on the sensitive parts, and you squirm at the soft feeling.

“Nothings wrong, I just wanna be close” he mumbles against your skin, “I like it when you wear my clothes” he adds, just above a whisper.

You giggle as you awkwardly move to the table to set his plate down, “Yeah I gathered that baby” you smile as he sits down on a chair, and before you even have time to turn around to get him a drink his hands are already grasping at your hips.

“Come sit” he says patting his thigh with a hopeful look in his eyes, “We didn’t get to have dinner together” he looks up at you with a smile and you don’t miss the almost playful look that flashes through his eyes.

“I’m not sitting on your lap while you eat Leon” you chuckle feeling a little bad at the way his shoulders drop ever so slightly, “I’ll sit next to you, just let me get you a drink,” you tell him, brushing his fringe from his eyes and he nods with a grateful smile.

You get him a drink before taking a seat next to him and his hand immediately rests on your thigh as if out of instinct, “You already ate right?” He asks, and you nod with a smile watching as he eats, and you both sit there talking about your days, with his hand soothing against your thigh, and he doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night, you take a mental note to wear his shirts more often.

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hi! you’re one of my favorites writers i was wondering if you could write reader and Leon going furniture shopping for their first house they bought together thank you and have a great day! 😁

- Leon Kennedy x reader

This is so cute!! Thank you for requesting me love!! 💕💕💕

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You knew Leon could be so insanely stubborn at times, but you would’ve never expected him to go this far, every time you even begin to suggest decorating the house Leon only ever responds with, ‘Decorate however you want angel’ and you’re starting to doubt wether or not he even wants to move into a house together.

So you decide to wait until tonight, just as Leon climbed into bed with you to bring up the situation. He could tell something was bothering you by the way you pick at your nails, and the almost nervous look that settles in your eyes, his hand reaches for yours with reassurance.

“You alright sweetness?” He asks, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles as you give him a weak smile.

You nod as you start to play with his slightly gun-calloused fingers, and you take a mental note to pick up more of that hand cream he uses.

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright- I just- can I ask you something?” You tiptoe, really not wanting to jump to any insane conclusions that might hurt him, but you knew from past experience that it’s best to air out your feelings instead of bottling them up.

“Of course, you can,” he tells you shifting to sit closer to you.

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself, “Do you even want to move in together? I mean I just- I don’t know- it feels like you don’t really want this” You sigh, not looking at him scared of the pain that might stain his features.

He frowns a little, “What? Of course I want to move in together, I’ve wanted this for so long” he tells you with a promising tone, “Why did you ask?” It comes out much quieter than he wanted, his voice quivering ever so slightly.

“Whenever I bring up decorating you always seem to just brush it off,” you tell him playing with his fingers.

He goes quiet for a moment, trying to find the right way to say this, “I’m sorry angel— it’s just I want you to decorate it however you like, I mean you’re going to be here more than I am, you know with my job and everything” he confesses, guilt pinching at his heart.

His worries are soon gone as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Oh Leon, but this is still your house, our house” you remind him as you pull away slightly pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I want you to help me decorate our house” you smile, watching the way his eyes glisten with excitement.

“Okay, I think we can do something about that tomorrow,” he says, relishing the way you let out a string of excited squeals.

You press another kiss to his cheek, “Well then, It’s a date Kennedy” you giggle snuggling down next to him, your head resting on his chest as he traces small patterns against your back.

Leon would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t having a good time looking through all the fake furniture displays, the way you ‘Ooh’ and ‘Aww’ at all the different shapes and colours similar to a child in a sweet shop.

You both agreed to take it one room at a time, it would be much easier that way and you both settled on deciding the living room first.

“Ooo, We should get that one” you laugh pointing to the sofa that was an awful shade of green that was displayed.

He looks at you with unpleased eyes, “Absolutely not” he deadpans pulling you away from the ugly velvet cushioned sofa, as you ramble on about how a green sofa would be ‘cool’ but he has none of it.

Leon can hardly believe it, he’s always wanted to move in with you ever since you started to stay over at his apartment, he loves coming home to you, waking up and falling asleep together, and now he gets to do it every day, he couldn't be happier.

“How about this one?” He says, it was a beautiful cream colour with the softest fabric he’s ever felt, and he imagines being curled up on it together watching trash tv, “All snuggled up together, what do you think?” He asks, his hand soothes your hip.

“Mhm, does it come in a darker colour? You spill almost everything” you tease and he scoffs at you playfully.

“When have I ever spelt anything?” He asks with a slight frown.

“Hmm let me see, the one time you spelt my wine and left a stain, then the pasta incident when you were drunk, the pizza you dropped- oh! And-“ he doesn’t let you finish the rest of your rambling, his finger pushes against your lips.

“Okay okay yeah, so we’ll get it in dark grey” he chuckles, accepting defeat as he presses a kiss to your temple, you continue to walk through the aisle and he watches as you jog over to something that clearly has caught your attention and Leon knows that this might be a long day but there’s no one else he’d rather spend it with.

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