#leon s. kennedy x reader

[bambisafe]

bf leon fixing a leaky pipe under y’all’s house. not a handyman, just your monster-slaying boyfriend with a skill for repairing things. you bring him water when he forgets, when it’s too hot, and when you round the corner of the house he’s on his knees in only a tank and faded jeans, his tan shoulders spotted with sweat droplets. chugs most of the water you brought him, wipes his mouth with the back of his arm followed with a, “thanks, sweetheart.”

[robidentevil]

no leon kennedy would NOT be nonchalant and mysterious in modern life.

do u guys forget how un traumatized leon acted..

HE WOULD BE SO GOOFY AND CHEESY I SWEAR

hed smile weirdly and look at his feet and roll his ankle instead of bouncing it!!!

he would listen to some weird ass horrible music only him and the singer know of.

U GUYS R DRIVING ME INSANE HES A CUTE LITTLE AWKWARD BOY I WANNA PUT IN MY POCKET NOT UR BAD BOY NONCHALANT MYSTERIOUS LITTLE MAN

[cherryredstarz]

PLEASE more comforting little ptsd leon. I love the way you write for him. I just want to squeeze the pain out of him 🥺🥺🥺🥺

A/n: YESS of course!!

TV Static

Cw: Leon S. Kennedy x fem! Reader, PTSD, comfort, just a little angst and self deprecation?, fluff at the end, snuggles

Summary: Leon can’t sleep and needs some comfort.

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Tonight was one of those nights. His thoughts were too loud, memories he wished so desperately to forget clawed at the crevices of his mind, trying to pry their way into being relived in his skull.

Leon couldn’t sleep. Not anymore, not after the nightmares of Raccoon City and the torture and the torment he, as well as the DSO has put him through.

Soft rain patters against the glass panes of your bedroom window, and you wake to the sound of soft crying. You roll over slightly to the warm body in your bed.

“Leon..?” You mumble sleepily, heart breaking just a bit as you see him quietly crying into his arms, illuminated by the light moonlight.

“M—m’ okay baby. Just…go back to sleep, alright?” He mumbled softly. Some nights—nights like this were hard on him.

“No, come ere’.” You gently pull your man into your arms, hands stroking his scalp as he quietly burrowed his face between your breasts.

“Bad dreams again?” You tilt your head down at him, kissing his forehead while keeping your voice soft.

Leon nods silently. Nights like these weren’t uncommon, but they still made your heart ache for him every single time.

“M’ so tired of it,” He whispered. “The memories never leave me alone.” Leon let out a soft sob into your chest, his tears soaking into the soft cotton of your tank top. His tears made your chest tighten painfully.

“I know baby, I know.” You aim to soothe and comfort him, pressing soft kisses to his hairline.

“..-don’t deserve you…y’ deserve someone better…” he hiccuped, those big, tear baby blue eyes peering up at you. He looks so vulnerable, it hurts.

“Yes you do, you do deserve me.” You gently cup his chin in your hand. “You are a good person Leon,” you whisper. “And so goddamn strong, I don’t know how you do it. And you’re mine. Don’t say that.”

“…I’m a grown ass man and I can’t even sleep without crying like a baby.” Leon mumbled, eyes looking pained.

“There’s nothing wrong with crying, Leon.” You murmur. “That doesn’t make you less of a man.”

He just tucked his face back into your chest, biceps flexing as he hugged your waist a little tighter.

“I love you, very, very much.” You tilt his chin up again, just a little. Leon could see how earnest you were, the soft live in your eyes being reflected by the light of the moon. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He whispered back, stealing a quick kiss.

“…y’ wanna go back to sleep, or put on a show instead?” You ask, gently scratching the soft dirty blonde hairs at the base of his neck.

“…TV…” he mumbled softly.

Twenty minutes later, twenty minutes of soft television playing in the background, gentle kisses and head scratches, and Leon Scott Kennedy was out cold, finally receiving some restful sleep.

[ghosty-writes-23]

Kneeling Before Her. - Leon S Kennedy.

Ghosty's Notes: okay so this was a random idea I had randomly thinking about Wife!FemReader + Older!Leon (Between Damnation & Vendetta.) also I wrote this on my phone which is something I don't normally do, but it's like 2am and I can't be stuffed grabbing my laptop, so please forgive me if their is alot of spelling mistakes.

Summary: Y/n and Leon had been fighting alot lately, but even with how much they where fighting it didn't stop them from desiring each other.

NSFW Tags: Smutty Content, Eating Out, Pleading, Body Worship, Desperate!Husband!Leon, Hope for the future, Happy Ending.

Used Pet Names: Darling, Sweetheart, Princess, Love, Good Boy, My Wife.

| ID!PROFESSOR!LEON COMING IN 2 DAYS |

!Unedited!

Word Count: 1.9k

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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Y/n and Leon had been fighting alot recently, from small things such as dirty dishes in the sink to Y/n tripping over Leon's alcohol bottles and she had enough. Tonight was like any other night, Leon was coming home from a mission and smelt like a brewery, the pair had argued yet again, Y/n was upset Leon had come home drunk and Leon was trying to justify he wasn't that drunk yet he could barley walk a straight line, she had guested one of the staff from the bar had called him a taxi because there was no way in hell he would be able to drive in the state he was in.

Sometimes she felt as if Leon treated her as if she was dumb, she knew this wasn't what he really thought of her, but when he was drunk he would treat her as if she was an idiot and it was getting on her last nerve, there is only so much a person can take before they snap, as Leon passed out on the living room couch Y/n had thrown a blanket over him and left a bottle of water and Advil on the coffee table before going upstairs to what used to be their shared bedroom.

Leon mostly slept in the spare bedroom when he was home, it was strange feeling to feel alone in her own house even with Leon home. Shaking her head Y/n closed the door and started to get ready for bed, such as doing her nightly routine of showering, changing into comfortable pajamas, drying her hair and doing nightly skincare and brushing her teeth and taking the last of her medication for the day.

When she got into bed, she couldn't help but wonder how did her and Leon's relationship end up like this, she knew Leon had alot of trauma before they had met, he had warned her that he wasn't the most easiest person to get along with but that didn't stop Y/n, she didn't see Leon as the government agent or the weapon that most people seemed too, but just a man that had the worse timing most of the time but once he started to open up he was a complete sweetheart.

When they had gotten married Y/n and Leon had gotten married in 2006 she thought everything would be perfect, they would have a house maybe out of town, maybe a fixer upper they could do together as a couple project, like an old historical cottage that has a nice front yard where she could plant flowers, maybe have a dog or a cat.

Leon would have left the government and got a less dangerous job after he found out she was pregnant, everything was meant to fall into place, but sometimes promises are broken even by the people we love the most, this had lead Y/n to start wondering was Leon still the man she had fallen in love with and married all those years ago, or was that man gone and replaced with an drunk, anger hollow shell of his former self.

Shaking her head Y/n turned off her bedside table lamp and layed back in bed, all this thinking was hurting her brain so she decided to try and get some sleep, even if she had to force herself too.

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Later on in the night the small city apartment was quiet, the only sound was a ticking clock and the soft hum of the fridge, but upstairs their was a soft buzzing sound and muffled soft mews filtering from under the door. Y/n had her eyes closed as she worked the toy on it's medium setting, after forcing herself to sleep only to end up tossing and turning, she knew the perfect thing to put her to sleep.

It was the ultimate relaxer or so she thought, her bottom lip was between her teeth as her middle finger and ring finger where working her clit, her other hand was working the toy inside her quivering walls. She couldn't remember the last time she had to use her toy to get off, usually her fingers would work just fine but she knew her body was craving something or somebody else.

In her mind was replying the last time Leon had touched her, when her hands where gripping his pillow as her hand was buried in it, his hand was in her hair, tugging firmly but not to roughly as he thrusted into her from behind, he had come home from a stressful work day and needed to let off some steam and who was she to say no to her husband, with Leon's stamina they would at least go for 2 maybe 3 rounds.

But she was soon pulled out of her fantasy when she heard footsteps, she slowly turned off the toy before hearing a soft knock on the door. "Come in." Y/n spoke softly soon the door opened and Leon sheepishly walked in only wearing his briefs and no short, he looked more sober but their was still bags under his eyes. "Did I wake you?" Y/n asked causing Leon to shake his head as he closed the door behind himself.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." Leon spoke as he started walking towards their old shared bed, Y/ was at a lost for words this was the first time he apologized for anything in the past few weeks, so she was a little surprised but before she could get any words out, Leon slowly lowered himself to his kneeled in front of her, his head down as if he couldn't make eye contact with her.

"I'm so sorry for being a shitty husband, I know I should have come to you, I just didn't want to burden you with my problems, I wanted to protect you from them, but instead I did the exact opposite." Leon says before he shakes his head before finally he looks up at her. "I know I don't deserve you Y/n or your forgiveness, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." Leon says causing her heart to skip a beat.

"You really hurt me." Y/n started and Leon put his head down like a puppy that was in trouble, "I know princess." Leon says shamefully. "But I am willing to forgive you if you promise this behavior stops now okay, I want you to go to counseling and get help." Y/n says and Leon listens and nods his head. "I'll start looking in the morning." Leon says causing Y/n to smile ever so slightly and nod her head, maybe this wasn't the end of their marriage.

"Good." Y/n said and just as she was about to move over in the bed, Leon reached out to grab her wrist to stop her, but as he did she knew he felt her hand was wet, she saw his eyes widen slightly before he started to bring her hand to his lips. "Leo-." she tried to protest but soon his lips where around her fingers.

the warm and soft feeling of Leon's mouth on her fingers caused her to gasps softly, their was something so erotic about a man on his knees lapping and sucking his wife's juice's off her fingers, especially a man that hasn't tasted her in months. she watched Leon her thighs clenching together as his tongue gently gliding between her fingers.

But soon Leon let her finger's go with a soft pop, a string of his saliva was between her now drool covered fingers and his lips, he looked up at her she could see the desperation and the lust in his eyes, because her were probley mirroring the same look ad if she was honest she was too pent up to let this moment slip through her fingers.

"Can I have more." Leon asked his voice was more husky but still had a slightly desperateness to it. "Will you be a good boy?" Y/n asked with a small tease in her voice but Leon nodded his head quickly, instead of getting up onto the bed so he could be comfortable, Leon was still kneeling on the ground but moved her so she was sideways on the bed but her ass was on the edge of the bed.

Leon started peppering kisses down her ankle, to her legs and then to her thighs, her body was starting to warm up, her thighs clenching with every soft press of his lips, she was nearly about to put him in a headlock between her thighs. When he finally got the edge of her panties that she knew where soaked, she let out a little mew as she could feel his warm breath against her.

"Please can I taste you now sweetheart." Leon softly pleaded as he looked up at her, she knew he was pulling the puppy dog eyes but even with the bags under his blue eyes and the stubble on his face that she knew would be scratching against her inner thigh. Y/n nodded her head again biting her lips.

She could see a small smile come onto Leon's face, as his index finger hooked into the side of her panties, he then lent in and placed a gentle kiss on her aching clit and quivering folds causing a soft moan to leave her lips and her fingers to go into his dark hair. She heard Leon groan softly as he started to lick and suckle as if he was savoring every moment of this.

His name falling off her lips in sweet moans and mews, the sound filled the bedroom as she gently gripped his hair, this was what she had missed the most between their fighting, she missed the intimacy between them, the love, affection, desire, want and need for each other what they can only get for each other, it almost made tears spring to her eyes.

Looking down Y/n saw Leon's face was buried between her holds, his eyes closed as he feasted on her like a starved man, she knew she wasn't going to last long as she already felt the familiar knot forming in her stomach. "It's okay, darling you can come for me." Leon grunted against her flesh, his stubble starching against her inner thighs.

With Leon's permission she came on his tongue with a high pithed cry of his name, her back slightly arching off the bed as her thighs trembled around his head, Leon helped her ride out her orgasm before he pulled away after placing a gentle and loving kiss on her folds, his face was coated in her slick but their was a small blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, there was a slightly glazed over look in his eyes.

But when she looked down, saw that Leon's cock was straining through his brief's he shook his head before slowly standing up. "Tonight was about you, I'll do deal with this." Leon spoke causing her to pout slightly but she nodded his head, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before he headed to the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom.

Maybe this was the start of the new beginning, maybe their was hope for their relationship, Y/n could only hope and pray but this was a good start and it could only get better for here....

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[senawashere]

Can u write cybersex with DI Leon because he's very far away for work and misses his wife :( Sending nudes is not enough for him, I need that old man ❤

Late Night Calls

Husband!Leon Kennedy x Wife!Fem!Reader

A/N:YES RAWH RAWH this goes out to my death island leon cause thats my actual husband so here it is anon pls dont ever stop requesting hihihi

Warnings: Smut !MDNI! And so much dilfism

"I miss you so much, baby."

You've heard this phrase, in various variations, for the 30th time since answering Leon's call.

I miss you, I miss you so much, I wish you were here, I miss your smile, I miss your eyes, I miss your touch...

Even though Leon has been away for nearly a week, he's been incredibly vocal about how miserable he is without you. Some days he thrives on the distance, but today seems to be one of those moments where his emotions boil over.

"I miss you too, Lee, but I'll see you soon," you sighed, your eyes wandering to your vanity. You glanced at the pink post-it note on the mirror, reminding you of the date Leon will return.

He always does this; he writes the date of his return, or the date you'll visit him, in cursive on the mirror, so you think of him every morning when you get ready. “A gentle reminder,” he murmurs, this time kissing the top of your head before sticking the note on the mirror and continuing to pack.

“Not close enough!” he whines like a child, and even though it brings a smile to your lips, you share the sentiment. The downside of having a agent who travels the world.

“I hate waking up alone. I always call you in the morning for cuddles, but it’s just an empty bed.”

“I know, I hate seeing your side of the bed empty too,” you bite your lower lip as you lie down on the bed, your free hand sliding into where he usually lies. His part is cold and incredibly flat without the weight of the mattress.

“I’m going crazy, Y/N. I miss you like crazy. Absolutely crazy.”

“It sounds different than other times,” you murmur suspiciously. A deep sigh is heard on the other end, and you know he’s about to make a confession.

"I... have wet dreams."

Holding your breath, you bit your lower lip. This wasn't what you expected to hear, but it was a pleasant surprise.

A familiar, throbbing sensation gripped your core, and you involuntarily crossed your legs as he continued.

"I feel like a teenager, but lately I've been waking up with hard erection every morning and dreaming about you," he explains in a pained tone, as if he's being tortured.

"So what were those wet dreams about?" You're determined to take this phone call in a more intimate direction, as he's venting his frustration on the phone. You hear him exhale, and your free hand slides down your throat, imagining it's his touch, bringing it to your breasts, which are covered by one of his shirts you're wearing.

"I pleasure you in every way," he replies, and his voice quiets considerably. You know he's already making things difficult, but that's exactly what you wanted.

"Tell me, Leon. I want to hear how you want to fuck me, how you want to lick and finger me, I want to know what you think about when I'm not around."

The hand that's squeezing your breast travels down your body, dipping under the waistband of your cotton panties until your fingertips glide over your wet, aching pussy.

"I think about taking you out of that tight dress, your breasts bouncing in front of my face, and I imagine taking your perfect, hard nipples in my mouth."

"Fuck, I'd love that," you moan, your nipples actually stiffening at his words. You pull the phone away from your ear, put it on speakerphone, and drop it onto the pillow next to your head so you can use both hands. A shaky breath is heard along the line as you gather your shirt and place one breast in your hand and the other between your legs, slightly mocking yourself.

"I think about making you scream,call my name amd at the end of the night i can hold you and just sleep till noon."

“I love you,” you sigh and begin to brush your fingertips over your clit, going slow and steady for now.

Leom groans at your words, and although you wish you could hear it right in his ear, it still sends a shiver through his heated body.

“Are you touching yourself?” he asks eagerly.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I’m about to explode, baby,” he admits, and a satisfied smile spreads across your face, knowing that just thinking about you is making him so worked up. “Damn, if I were there, my head would already be between your perfect thighs. I wish I could taste you right now.”

You moan at the thought of his mouth between your legs, his tongue working its magic on your helpless pussy. Your fingers are working well, but nothing compares to Leon’s fingers.

"I love the way your juices drip down my chin, baby. It's my favorite treat," he whispers, and judging by the sound of his background he is jerking off too. It's so perfect to imagine him in a luxurious hotel room, between sterile white sheets, holding his phone with one hand and his cock with the other, fucking his hand.

Saliva pools on your lips; if he were here, you'd treat his cock like your favorite lollipop.

His name falls from your lips in a pained plea as you push two fingers into yourself, curl them in, move them in your favorite way, thinking about how different it is from feeling his fingers or his tongue.

"Fuck, Y/N, I wish I could make love to you right now. I want to feel your pulse around me, the sounds and movements of your pussy as i finger you," he whines, planting images and feelings in your head.

"I'd be such a good girl for you, baby. I'd squeeze my pussy until you filled me and then finally let go."

"Fuck," he curses, and you can tell he's close, just like you. "I want to fuck you so much, so hard, so hard you won't be able to walk in the morning."

"Please!" You plead, desperately pleasuring yourself, straining to find your release before you explode.

“Oh my God,” he breathes. “Come for me, Y/N, I want to hear your beautiful moans as you come!”

“I’m so close!” you gasp, your back arching off the mattress, your toes curling as you near the edge.

“Be my good girl and come for me, baby!”

“Leon!” you whine, tears welling in the corners of your eyes as he continues to get closer and closer.

“Come now!” he growls, an animalistic snarl that pushes you over the edge, and you finally fall.

Gasp-panting, your orgasm washes over your body in waves, using you to the fullest as you maintain the pressure on your core, and you almost come again when you hear Leon’s cursed words and moans on the other end of the call. You almost wish you had recorded it, bathed in pure bliss, like he just said, so you could listen to it whenever you wanted.

He was silent for a long time, only your breath carrying over the call, but after the highs you both experienced, there was no need to say anything. Normally, you would be cuddling right now, your bodies melting, soft kisses and gentle touches finishing the passionate encounter. This time, you could only stare at the ceiling.

“If i could, I’d send you a picture of all the cum on my hand and on the sheets right now,” Leon lets out a tired chuckle, and you can’t hold back your laughter.

“It’s a shame it didn’t end up inside me.”

“Don’t make me horny again, Y/N! I can't jerk off one more time,” he warns you, but you laugh cheekily again. “I really missed you.”

“Soon, baby,” you said. “When you get back, we’ll play out all your wet dreams.”

“Oh my God, we have to end this call, my cock can’t take another round, the nudes you sent this morning really wore my off.” he breathed. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too. Call me if you have another dream," you murmur, grabbing your phone from the pillow next to you.

"Of course I will. Sleep tight, my love."

"Goodbye, Leon, sleep tight."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

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Come home leon,kids miss you and i miss you more...💔

No pressure tags: @shinigamigloss @sunshinedaisywrites777 @writingwisterias

[midniteamethyst]

Making Waves

Leon Kennedy x f!Reader🔞

A/N: I thought of this earlier today and had to write it. It is part two of "I Will Follow You" but you can read it as a stand-alone if you want to. Also, I found this picture on Pinterest and thought it was perfect.

Summary: Leon and you stay in Spain for a little longer after your mission is successful. Leon decides to make a fantasy of yours reality.

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, lovemaking, second time together (and in general), beach sex, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, fingering, hand job, squirting, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie.

Word Count: 3k

The sounds of the waves crashed against the rocks, the smell of sea salt hitting your nostrils with every intake of oxygen, and the feeling of the sand between your toes as you and Leon stand on the shore hand in hand. It was over. The job in Spain was finished. But you couldn't pull yourselves to leave yet. Both of you are alive and breathing while taking in the beautiful scenery in front of you.

The bright blue ocean looked more vibrant against the sky that was nearing sunset. Traces of gold, oranges, pinks, reds, and a tint of purple saturated the sky. Your eyes were fixated on the ocean while Leon's eyes were stuck on you.

The way your hair looked flowing in the salty breeze. The freckles and sunkissed glow your body had. The way your royal blue string bikini showed your gorgeous figure that you bought yesterday with the navy blue swim shorts he bought so you both could go to the beach.

The both of you had been out all day, Leon wanting you to take in Spain the way it should be. You both relaxing in the water, lying down and listening to the waves, and you finding seashells.You even made a necklace out of a washed-up shark tooth for Leon that you convinced him to wear that "matched" the hag stone necklace you made yourself. The smile on your face when he put it on made him love the necklace even more.

You felt Leon's strong arms wrap around your waist, you lay your head back against his broad chest.

"Much better way to spend our time in Spain right?" He asked his face your h/c locks.

You hum in response, relishing being in his arms. You close your eyes as Leon slowly sways you back and forth in his arms.

"I don't wanna leave." You say softly. "I want us to stay here forever.".

Leon chuckles and kisses your temple. You turn around and stand on your tiptoes, wrapping your hands around his neck.

"This has been the best day of my life." You say while playing with the hair at the nape of Leon's neck.

He touches his forehead to yours, his soft golden locks brushing against your cheekbones.

"Mine too." he strokes your sides lovingly.

You both lean in, your lips ghosting over each other's before Leon gently kisses you.

A lot happened during your time in Spain. The president's daughter, both you and Leon getting infected, confessing that you both were in love with each other and you two displaying that love physically for the first time for you both.

It made you both realize how precious days and moments like this were important. To live life to the fullest and take chances. To take action on things you only ever dreamed about. You pull away from Leon, looking into his bright cobalt eyes with a smile on your face, his mirroring yours.

"I love you Leon."

"I love you too, princess."

Leon feels you lightly grasp his necklace and begin fidgeting with it between your fingers. Your eyes focused on how beautiful it looked against his bare chest. His collar bone was prominent above where the piece of jewelry lay, his biceps naturally flexed when he was relaxed, and his toned chest and pecs led down to his abs where his navy blue swim shorts lay on his hips. Just a tug of the white string and you could slip the shorts down from his hips.

Nope. Bad brain. Bad horny brain. Bad idea.

You thought to yourself. You weren't about to have Leon fulfill your fantasy of making love on the beach.

Even though you and Leon wouldn't have traded how your first time was for the world, he wishes it could've been a little more romantic. But, the thought of dying was too high to think of that. You hadn't noticed you were biting your lip until you felt Leon pull it softly from your mouth, making you look at him.

"What's on your mind, baby?" Leon asks.

You would have missed the smirk on his lips if he wasn't so close. Your skin felt like it was on fire the way he was looking at you. You were at war with yourself at the moment. What should you do? Tell him? Joke around with him? Tell him you became possessed by a succubus and you wanted him to take you where he stood? Okay maybe not the last one, that was too dramatic. You take a deep breath before speaking.

"Can I... tell you something? Like really personal and not have you judge me?".

"Of course you can. When have I ever judged you?".

You give him a "we don't have the time to list them all" look.

"Okay okay. I meant on something serious." He chuckles moving hair out of your face.

"So... you know how we were talking about fantasies before we first had sex?". You tread carefully to see what his reaction would be.

"Yeah... Why are you thinking of one right now?" Leon asks.

His demeanor was calm and cool on the outside but he was dying on the inside to see where this was going. Leon noticed how your thighs rubbed against each other. You nod your head.

"I didn't think you'd be interested since we both agreed on our next time being more romantic."

He gently cupped your face, rubbing your cheekbones while looking deeply into your eyes.

"What is it, baby?" He whispers, voice lower but still soft while his breath hits your face.

You're not sure if it was because of how he was affecting you, how he wanted to know so badly, or if it was your confidence growing like it always did around Leon that made you tell him.

"I want you to make love to me on the beach."

You freeze at first when he doesn't respond. Yup, you shouldn't have said a word. Until you notice his smile at you, kissing you lovingly.

"I can't think of anything more romantic than that."

Leon laughs when he sees your eyes go wide and your mouth drop.

"Really? You mean it? I mean I always thought it would be romantic especially with this sunset in Spain. But hearing you say it makes me want it even more."

"What are we waiting for then?" Leon's voice is husky, making the want between your thighs grow.

He kisses you slowly and passionately while he picks you up. Your hands cup Leon's face and your legs wrap around his waist, feeling the tent in his swim shorts. You let out a soft whimper as Leon's tongue brushes against your lips, making you open your mouth for him.

Your fingers brush through his blonde locks that are surprisingly still soft after being in salt water all day. Leon gently lays you down on the large blanket you two had brought, lips still locked onto yours. You pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss and making him sigh. Leon pulls away reluctantly.

"Can I tell you something too? Since we're being honest here."

You chuckle "Okay, what is it?".

You feel Leon grab you by the hips making your back arch as you gasp as you feel how hard he was in his shorts.

"I've wanted this fucking off you all day." His voice rough.

You arch your back into him more as you feel his hands on your back playing with the strings of your bikini.

"Then take it off." You respond playfully with a smirk.

Leon smiles as kisses your neck, your body filling with need for him. Leon unties the bottom of your bikini, his lips ghosting over your neck as he licks your salty-tasting skin. You shiver from him lifting his mouth from your neck, his lustful but loving gaze on you.

His finger ghosts up your back and he unties the top string with one hand while the other traces an index finger down your sternum from in between your collarbone, to the middle of your bust. His index finger hooks underneath the string and lifts your top off, your nipples hard as they can be. Leon tosses your top to the side. He takes in the tan line on your gorgeous skin before he cups both your sensitive breasts and massages them.

You let out a quiet moan as his hot tongue travels between your breasts before finding home on your right nipple, sucking the supple flesh while kneading the other. You grip Leon's head and moan, making him smile against your skin. The heat in your core makes your arousal coat your bikini bottoms.

Leon lifts his head and places his mouth on your other breast, lightly tugging on your nipple with his teeth making you throw your head back. His large hands ghost down your body, rubbing softly against your stomach before he unties one side of your bottoms and rubs your soaked slit making you shake.

"Leon... feels so good." You whimper needing more.

You feel him untie the other side of your bottoms as he kisses down your body. He kisses your stomach right about your pelvic bone.

"I love you Y/N." He says as his breath his your already hot skin.

"I love you too, Leon." You say moving some of his hair out of his face.

Leon lifts your legs up and takes your bottoms from your soaked slit, seeing how wet your bikini bottoms were. They were soaked. He groans when he looks down and sees your arousal glistening on your thighs and lips in the golden sunset lighting.

Leon kisses and licks your inner thigh close to your core making you whine. His tongue caresses your outer lips before he slowly glides his tongue from your quivering entrance up to your swollen clit, repeating the up-and-down motions while sucking in between. You moan at the feeling of his tongue circling your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Your fingers tug on Leon's locks making him grunt, the vibration only adding to your pleasure.

Slipping his middle finger in, you whine at the feeling of him stretching you out with the feeling of him eating you out so intently. Your core feels like it's about to explode as Leon adds a second digit and moves them in a "come hither" motion.

"Gonna cum for baby girl?" Leon says against your sensitive heat.

"Y-yes." You say, your body is on fire, and the pressure in your core is about to break.

"Then cum for me." He says as his fingers move faster.

You walls clench around Leon's fingers as your orgasm explodes all over his fingers and mouth, soaking the fabric under you. Your body convulses while Leon runs his hand down your thigh, soothing you through your orgasm. Your breathing is heavy and you're trying to catch your breath. Leon takes in the look of you beyond blissed out. His hands softly move over your body while you catch your breath.

"Holy... shit... that... was... amazing..." you say between labored breaths.

Leon chuckles, his eyes on you seductively while licking his fingers and lips of the mess you made on him. He leans down and kisses you deeply.

"We're not finished yet, baby". His lips brush against yours as he unties the strings of his shorts.

You eye his abs and your hands reach down to the waistband, helping Leon free himself from the damp fabric as you kiss him.

You take his fully hard, warm, length in your hand. Leon groans into the kiss at the feeling of your small hand stroking him. His lips pull away from yours as he lifts your legs on either side of him.

You moan at the feeling of Leon rubbing his length between your soaked folds and clit before he slips himself inside you. You moan at the feeling of him stretching you.

"Okay for me to move, baby girl?" Leon grunts after a few seconds, trying to contain himself at the feeling of you squeezing him.

"Yes, I need you so bad, Leon." You respond.

Leon slowly pulls out of you to his tip before he pushes back in experimenting before he picks up his pace a little. You let out a shattered moan at the feeling of him stretching you out while his cock rubs repeatedly against your G-spot. Leon moves his hand on your one side to soothe you while he gently grabs your other hand. He kisses your hand while his thumb strokes your knuckles as he ruts his hips against you, your walls deliciously squeezing him. His hips move faster, your arousal soaking his length.

"I love you, Leon." You say as he thrusts hit deep inside of you, hitting your cervix.

"I love you more." He says kissing your lips before trailing his lips down your neck.

You arch into Leon's body making your breasts press against his chest, wrapping your legs tight around his waist while grabbing onto his hair. The grip he has on your waist tightens as he feels your walls quiver around him. Your core begins to ache, needing the euphoric high your body was chasing. Leon lets out a strangled groan as your walls grip him tightly like a vice, making him release inside you at the same time you reach your high.

Your body buzzes with feeling numb as you cry out in pleasure, your fingers raking down Leon's back as you come and you swear you black out from how intense your orgasm is. Leon continues thrusting into you, making sure both of your all's orgasms are ridden out before he pulls out.

You feel hot heavy breathing on your neck, as Leon lays beside you on the blanket, his hand soothing the ache inside your lower stomach as both of you catch your breaths. Ocean orbs lock onto yours and a smile spreads across his face, the now dark purple to magenta and orange sky making him glow. You turn towards Leon and gently place your hand on his cheek, softly stroking it. Leon's eyes flutter shut for a few seconds as he leans into your touch while you feel his strong arms pull you closer to him. You feel his hand reach out and move the messy hair from your face, taking in how gorgeous you are and how lucky he is to have you.

"Can't get any more romantic than that huh?" He says smiling making you giggle sleepily.

You kiss his lips softly, rubbing your nose against his.

"It was everything I wanted and more Leon."

Leon lays flat on his back and pulls you to his chest, both of you taking in the view. His fingers trace your stomach and he kisses your head. The feeling of being so worn out, wrapped him in his arms, watching the water hit the rocks and shore slowly lulls you to sleep. Leon kisses your cheek before shutting his own eyes for a bit.

"You're everything I wanted and more."

[lipglossanon]

Chase the Morning

Sweet/Alcoholic Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Commission requested by the sweetheart 🫧 anon, who sent me a very heartfelt message along with the comm and I truly appreciate every word 💜thank you so very much; you truly brightened my day!! 🥲 and happiest of birthdays!! 🎉

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, praise, pet names, dirty talk, light breast play, thigh fucking, breeding kink, dad/daughter kink, protected and unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming

proofread but any mistakes are my own! title from Repo the Genetic Opera soundtrack

“Sweetheart, are you ready to go?”

Leaning your head out of your bedroom doorway, you shout downstairs, “Give me half a minute! I’m nearly done!”

Squishing one last time into your luggage, you clasp it shut and zip it closed. Popping the handle out, you pick up the backpack next to you and slide it over your shoulders; then, you grab onto the handle and wheel your luggage downstairs. Leon glances up from his watch, a crooked grin crossing his face.

”Need any help?”

”Nope.” You shake your head. “I can take it all out to the car myself, thanks.”

He laughs and swings open the front door. “After you, then.”

Once you cross the threshold, he wheels his own luggage out after you. Turning to lock the door, he follows after you to the driveway—popping the trunk using the car keys so you won’t have to struggle with it. Shooting him a little smile in thanks, you hoist your belongings into the back of his SUV. Joining you at the back, he slides his bags in next to yours. Leon shuts the trunk and gently pats your shoulder.

”You think you’ve got it all?”

You roll your eyes and bump your elbow against his arm. “Yes, dad, I got everything.”

”Hey, I resemble that,” he teases, dropping a kiss to your cheek. “Alright then, baby, go hop in.”

Feeling flush with happiness, you walk around to climb into the passenger seat while Leon does the same for the driver’s side.

“Should be a fun little road trip,” he muses, eyes cutting over to you before he begins to back out of the drive.

”I sure hope so,” you snark back, a grin ruining your sarcastic expression.

”It will be,” he murmurs, hand squeezing your thigh before going back to the wheel.

Smiling softly, you take in his profile as he drives. “I can’t wait.”

The road trip is only a few hours; Leon took a vacation from work—long overdue in your opinion—and planned a trip for you both to get out of the city. Thankfully, it’s not in the middle of nowhere; Leon booked a room for you two at a bed and breakfast in a quaint scenic town with plenty of places to sightsee and restaurants to try out. You’re really looking forward to the time away.

Between the quiet conversation and gazing out the window as the scenery zips by, time flies and you arrive at the cute bed and breakfast that evening. A sweet older woman greets you in the foyer, handing Leon the key to your room along with a sheet of paper containing emergency information and the Wi-Fi password. It only takes one trip to bring up your luggage, leaving you and Leon to roam around the nearby streets for a late dinner. 

Grabbing a light bite to eat, you find yourselves wandering around before heading back to your room. All of the stores have closed for the night, leaving the streets quiet; you only see a couple of passers-by while you walk along the sidewalk. A low rumble of thunder causes Leon to pause, his arm wrapping around your waist to tug you into his side.

”Probably should head back before we get rained on,” he prompts, and you nod, draping your arm around him to more easily lean against him.

Unfortunately, the bottom drops out, and a deluge of water soaks you both on your trek back. Stepping up the pace, you burst into the lobby, clothes sticking to your bodies like a second skin. The elderly matron tuts and worries over you both, talking about wet hair and colds; she gives you extra towels before shooing you off to your room.

Leon and you laugh about the state of your clothes when you get stuck trying to take your jeans off; his big, warm hands work the wet denim down your legs until you’re able to step out of them. He pushes you toward the shower and gets undressed, following in after you once he’s unclothed.

”Let me wash your back.” He kisses you, a quick peck to your lips, and turns you around to face away from him.

”Okay,” you sigh out, relaxing under his ministrations and the heat of the water.

He drops kisses onto your wet skin, keeping the moment sweet and soft. Once he finishes, you take the soap from him and give him the same treatment. He groans when you massage his back and shoulders, working some of the tension from his muscles.

”Love you so much, baby.” He gathers you into his arms and kisses you deeply but doesn't press for more.

”Love you too, Leon,” you murmur against his lips.

When the water temperature starts to drop from warm to cool, he shuts off the faucet. Reaching out past the shower curtain, he grabs a couple of towels and brings them back inside the warm cocoon of the shower. You dry off and wrap the towel around you before stepping out of the tub. He wraps his around his waist and steps out after you. The bathroom is only big enough for a single sink, so you brush your teeth side by side with one another.

Leon creates a foamy mess around his mouth, making you laugh and spit toothpaste onto the mirror. Mortified, you elbow him in the ribs, picking up a cloth to clean your reflection. Finishing up, you rinse with mouthwash and leave Leon to his own devices. You throw on an old shirt of Leon’s and a cutesy pair of underwear, then zip up your bag. Leon exits out of the bathroom, steam drifting from the open doorway behind him.

”I forgot how tiring it is to drive for long distances,” he yawns, pulling on a pair of pajama pants.

“We’ll get plenty of walking in tomorrow, old man,” you tease, climbing into bed, leaving the sheets turned down for him.

He rolls his eyes fondly and slides into bed next to you; turning, he shuts the light off, now only leaving the dim light of the moon to peek through the window. Rolling onto your side, he spoons behind you, wrapping his arm around your middle. He nuzzles behind your ear and kisses the soft skin under the lobe.

“Love you so much, baby,” he mumbles into your neck, and you smile into the dark.

”Love you too, Dad.”

A door shuts nearby, and the muffled sound of conversation can be heard through the wall above the bed. Leon sighs, and his breath ruffles your hair.

”So much for a peaceful night’s sleep,” he grouses, and it makes you giggle.

”You shush.” You can hear the smile in his voice; his hands tickle your ribs and sides, making you squirm in the sheets. Pressing himself more firmly against you, his chest is a warm brand against your back. He drags his hands down to your hips and guides you to roll back into him, grinding your ass against his crotch.

Sighing, you lazily rock against his thickening cock. You bite your bottom lip, nipples stiffening when you feel his bulge rub across your ass. Leon slips his hands underneath your shirt to grip your breasts.

”Got the sexiest pair of tits,” he rumbles in your ear, making you whimper and arch your back to push your breasts further into his palms.

He tweaks your nipples, tugging them between his thumbs and forefingers. Plucking them over and over, you whimper and buck, little zips of electricity running like a current from your nipples to your clit. He chuckles, and it sends slick leaking into the gusset of your panties.

”You’re so sweet, baby. You gotta be made out of sugar.” He nips the shell off your ear. “I could just eat you up.”

”Daddy,” you keen noisily.

The conversation from next door pauses, but Leon doesn’t stop playing with your nipples, and you go hot all over. After a few seconds, the muffled sound bleeds back through the wall. A quick tug to your nipples and your thoughts lose focus over anything that isn’t Leon. You moan, and your stepdad slides a hand out of your shirt to stuff two fingers into your mouth.

“Shh, baby, we’ve gotta keep quiet.” His voice is rough and hot against your ear. “Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this with people next door, but I just can’t stay away from my sweet girl’s soft tits and wet pussy.”

Your teeth sink down onto the fingers stuffing your mouth—your whine garbled—and he grunts, hips rolling his bulge into your ass.

”Should I go grab the condom from my bag?” He drags his tongue across the shell of your ear, and it sends chills running across your skin.

Whimpering, you shake your head no, messily sucking on his fingers—drool dripping down your chin. Fumbling with his pajama pants, he tugs them down until they rest underneath his balls. He shoves your panties and sleep shorts down to your knees and ruts his leaking cock against your bare pussy.

”So wet,” he groans, his hand gripping his dick to slap it against your slit. “’m gonna fuck your thighs for just a bit, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you suckle his fingers, eyelashes fluttering when he fucks his cock between the dough of your thighs. His dick is blood hot and throbbing, sticky precum smearing against your skin with every rut of his hips.

”So perfect, god, I’m so lucky to have you.” His praises drip down your spine like honey. “Best thing in my life, sweetheart.”

His name is a mess of spit and sounds from around his fingers buried in your mouth. Your clit pulses, and slick dribbles from your pussy down onto his cock. He rolls his hips back and thrusts forward, the head of his dick catching onto your hole and pushing inside. Whimpering, you clench down onto his tip, hips writhing to work him deeper inside your cunt.

“Let me put on a condom, baby, don’t want to make a mess of your cute pussy,” he whispers, sliding his fingers out and leaving your lips wet with drool. “God, it’d be everywhere too, just dripping out of your hole. Enough to get you pregnant.”

”Fuck,” you keen, and he claps his palm over your mouth, making your eyes roll back—more slick leaking from your cunt to coat your thighs.

”Hush, baby, I’ll be right back,” he coos, stepping away from the bed and rifling through his bag. Pulling a little square foil from a pocket, he rips it open and rolls the condom down this slick, shiny cock.

”Why?” You pout, spreading your thighs open when he joins you on the bed.

“’Cause baby, I’m not tryin’ to make such a mess.” He smoothes back some flyaway hairs from your forehead. “I know how much you love when I cream your pussy, but daddy’s gotta be more careful.”

Spooning behind you again, his hand slots in the bend of your leg, lifting your thigh towards your stomach to bare your cunt to his cock. He grasps the base of his cock and pushes the tip inside your hole, feeding your pussy inch by inch until his pelvis sits flush against the swell of your ass. Feeling your cunt stretching around his dick, you mewl and clamp down on the fat length.

”Squeezing me so tight,” he pants, his cock stretching your inner walls deliciously. “Want daddy to knock you up, pretty girl? Cum inside my daughter’s sweet cunt until it takes?”

Your pussy walls flutter and pulse around his cock, arousal winding tighter and tighter in your abdomen. He pulls out with a wet squelch, and it makes you whine. Teasing you, he pushes the tip inside and pulls it back out, groaning when you whine for more.

”Want you so bad, sweetheart,” he pants, bottoming out inside your clenching heat. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

It’s good, but you miss the hot, throbbing feeling of his cock filling you up—no latex barrier to prevent you from being as close as physically possible. 

“Wanna feel you, Daddy,” you mewl, moving your hands to grasp the sheets, your body jostling with every thrust of his hips. “Please, just take the condom off. I don’t care if it’s messy.”

”Baby,” the word sounds pained coming from his lip. “We haven’t had sex in a week; I’m pretty backed up. Fuck,” he groans, hips humping his cock deeper into your pussy. “You’ll be dripping with my cum.”

”Don’t care,” you whine, clenching down on him purposefully and earning another groan from his throat. “Want daddy to creampie my pussy.”

He pulls out with a hiss, hand fisting his cock. “Yeah? Just need that little hole dripping with daddy’s cum? C’mon, sweetheart, don’t be shy now.”

Reaching down to spread open the lips of your cunt, you pant needily, “Please, please, I want you to cum inside me. Knock me up, Daddy.”

”Fuck,” he curses under his breath. Pinching the tip, he tugs the condom off of his cock, tossing the used rubber at the end of the bed. He grabs your ankles to yank you further down the bed toward him. He pushes your thighs down against the sheets, opening you up wider.

He notches the head of his cock at your sopping wet cunt and bullies every inch into your hole. Smothering a shout, you clasp your hands over your mouth, eyes watering from the sudden stretch. Growling, he ruts you like an animal in heat, cock pistoning inside your clenching heat with rough, deep thrusts.

”Gonna keep you on my cock until you get pregnant,” he mutters, kissing and biting your neck. “Gonna breed your perfect fucking pussy—give my sweet girl a baby.”

”Daddy,” you keen behind your hands, the sound muffled but still distinguished. Your cunt clenches down on him, clit throbbing.

”Yes,” he grunts. “Fuck, what was I thinking? This pussy doesn't want a condom, she wants a raw cock. Wants to feel me cum inside, stuff you full. Daddy’s perfect girl.”

“Please, oh please,” you slur, pleasure mounting deep in your core. Your cunt flutters like crazy around his cock, sucking him in deeper with every thrust. “I’m c-close, Daddy.”

Grunting, he quickens his pace, deep strokes of his cock grinding against your G-spot and splitting your cunt open. “Yeah? My sweet baby g’nna cream her daddy’s fat cock? You can do it, pretty girl. C’mon, show me how good I’m fucking this wet, little pussy.”

He moves one hand down to your clit to strum his fingers across the swollen bud. “Need daddy to play with your pussy some more? Make you squeeze all the cum outta my balls?”

”Daddy!” You cry out, both of you forgetting to keep quiet. “Please, I wanna cum, wanna feel you cum inside.”

He bites down on your shoulder, and you keen high in your throat, pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock. “Leon, I’m g’nna cum.”

Leon growls and hammers his cock into your squelching pussy, pounding against your G-spot; his fingers circle your sensitive clit until you're crying out, back bowing sharply when your orgasm wrecks your body. Fireworks explode in your mind, white noise suffusing your thoughts and leaving behind only pure pleasure. Tears bead your lash line, and you’re sure you’re calling his name, but your mind is too far gone to focus.

Leon eases off your swollen bud, wet fingers now grasping your hip as he takes what he needs from your overwrought body. Aftershocks from your orgasm make your limbs twitch and jitter while he pounds your swollen pussy.

”Fuck, so perfect, my babygirl,” he gasps. “God, g’nna fill you up, gonna stuff your gorgeous pussy full of my cum. Fuck, take it, baby, take it.”

He groans so low it rumbles in his chest; he pumps his hips a handful more times before stilling, cock buried deep in your cunt, shooting off his load of hot, sticky jizz. Grinding his tip against your cervix, he spurts a few more ropes of cum, saturating your hole until it starts to drip out from around his half-hard cock.

”So good for me,” he mumbles, kissing your neck and jaw. “God, I gotta be the luckiest daddy in the whole world. Love you so much.”

Feeling sleepy and satisfied, you turn and pull him into a kiss. “Love you too, Daddy. So much.”

He kisses you sweetly; his cock kicks inside your used cunt and makes you whimper into his mouth.

”I’m not as young as I used to be,” he chuckles softly, kissing your cheek. “So don’t get your hopes up on me getting it up anytime soon.”

”Dad,” you chide playfully. “I’m fine like this.”

He hums. “Me, too. I can stay inside you, and when I wake up, we can go again. How’s that sound?”

A low thrum of heat pools in your lower belly, and you wiggle against him. “Please, Leon.”

Kissing you again, he licks into your mouth with lazy strokes of his tongue. “Mmm, such a good girl for me.”

”Only you,” you sigh, pulling away from his mouth to stifle a yawn.

He chuckles and rubs a palm down your side. “Alright, let's get some rest then. We can pick this up later.”

”Okay. Goodnight, Dad.”

”Goodnight, baby.”

[loanecore]

for me, there are characters who have suffered so much that they either become gentle and take care of their girlfriends as if they were made of porcelain, with vanilla sex, etc…

or they turn that pain into pleasure until you have red marks all over your body and you’re crying for more while they tease you until you’re about to faint.

(i need to sleep…)

[writingwisterias]

If you have the time, might I request an ERA Leon where they end up with a Reader who acts like Torhu Honda from Fruits Basket? If you haven't watched the anime, think of a really sweet and kind person, like the most nicest person in the world who always listens, a Golden Retriever kind vibe. Like RE2 Leon personality but more gentle and motherly. Thank you, Queen! May you be blessed with dreams of Leon. :>

I feel like I am unworthy of your blessings with Leon dreams! I hope you are okay and enjoy, I haven't seen it but I have done this based off your explanation so I hope I do it justice ILY

Warnings: None

RE2: This type of personality would be something he either loves or craves. Even more so after the events of Raccoon City. I think having someone that will give him unconditional love in a timeline where he now has survivors guilt would be something beneficial to him. I doubt he would actually tell you what is eating at him for a while but it would eventually go there. I think he would just appreciate that someone even wants to be there for him like that. <3 RE4R: The energetic side of your personality would give him the distraction he needed. His protective side would come out a lot more to sort of shield your sweet and loving behaviour from the world. Not to keep for himself but to ensure that you don't loose it. In terms of the motherly side of things, I think he would enjoy it in small doses but trying to baby him wouldn't work. <3 Infinite Darkness: I think he would love all the extra attention and find how sweet and kind you absolutely adorable! Like you have this man smitten omg! He would bounce off your energy naturally. With a workplace as drab/dry as his he would probably love the change of attitude. I doubt he would tell too much of his problems but he adores the fact that you willingly offer to listen to them no matter how deep/dark they are! <3 Damnation: Pretends to find it annoying at first but actually loves all the attention you offer him, he's basking in it for hours. Making sure to attempt to give it back the best he can. You are his reminder that there is something to keep going for and a reason he's doing what he's doing in a time where he feels like he's just surviving for the sake of being alive. There might be times that he is more defensive about it, and maybe needs you to back away because he doesn't want to crush you but he always caves with how genuinely kind you are and craves the affection. <3 RE6: Finds it endearing, he craves and laps it all up like no tomorrow. This man will seek out your arms for the feeling of your hair running through his fingers and lightly scraping his scalp. He would try and give you the same energy as you give him, making sure you feel just as loved as you make him feel. <3 Vendetta: In this time he's incredible negative so I think he would be a bit apprehensive that you actively want to be around him, let alone still find something in him that's worthy of the love you offer. He would probably be slightly snappy so the unconditional behaviour might piss him off slightly causing him to lash out in self destructive ways until eventually you back off slightly (Which you obviously don't - for a long period of time anyway) <3 Death Island: The motherly side that you have naturally would make this man feral honestly! He's eating that shit up and loves how natural it is. He would be thinking about tying you down instantly before anyone else wifes you up or at least attempts to. Watching how kind you are would be inspiring to him and maybe see what he is actually fighting for. Making sure he is spreading the same tone as you are in life.

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[byexbyez]

love me more | leon kennedy x f!reader

pairing: re4r!leon kennedy x f!reader

summary:

“C’mon, it’ll be convenient.”

You hate that word. You hate that word with your whole being. Back then, it meant something entirely different when he said it. We can get to know each other, then we can get married. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. It’ll be convenient. Convenient is why you married him. Convenient is why you are here now.

word count: 19k

warnings: 18+ towards the end, angst, yearning, marriage of convenience but there isn't a tangible convenience, strangers to spouses dynamic, grief/mourning, depictions of depression and low self-esteem, also trauma and anxiety, family issues, kinda touch-starved leon if you squint, domestic fluff if you try hard enough, non-linear and vague timeline, mentions of canon typical violence, alcohol and cigarette consumption, p in v smut, brief alternation of POVs, ada wong mention, suicidal thoughts, minor original character, minor character death, spoilers to the hunchback of notre dame, no use of y/n

notes: meant to post this on tumblr after i was done with it but that never happened so here, have it. took me 16 months to post it here lmao. english is not my first language. you have been warned. also beware of a whole lot of mitski and hozier references. enjoy!

➵ read on ao3.

PART I | PART II | PART III (finale)

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And I am the idiot with the painted face In the corner, taking up space But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved

Me and my husband We're doing better

—Me and My Husband, Mitski

It’s quiet. It has always been that way from the start. Your husband is late, which is not unusual. You sit in the somber light coming from your living room TV. You don’t like the overhead lights, which explains the abundance of lamps around the living room and bedroom in your home. Your husband found it strange that you never turned on the actual lights but it didn’t take him long to realize that you were right. Any kind of overhead light was annoying to him now. He blamed you for his headaches at work.

No matter how many times you told him that he could turn on the overhead lights he insisted that he did not like them anymore. “I like it like this,” he had said. “You’re right, it’s cozier this way.” His head was on your knee, his eyes were closed. He looked so peaceful. You wanted to brush his hair away from his face and maybe scratch a bit as if he was a cat. But you didn’t, you had no idea what he would react like to such an intimate gesture. You turned your gaze away from his peaceful sleeping face to the TV you had been watching on low volume before he stepped through your home’s front door.

It was a fucking joke, really. Thinking twice, three times about touching the man that you call your husband.

You hear his keys jumble from the door. He didn’t tell you what time he would be home, so you didn’t prepare anything for dinner. It’s late anyways. You consider closing your eyes and resting your head on the back of the couch but it hasn’t been long since he told you he could tell when you were not sleeping. You thought about the number of times you pretended and he could tell. Embarrassing. Now that your secret was out, you had to greet him awkwardly.

He calls your name. “Are you asleep?” His voice very faint.

“No,” you answer while untucking your legs from under your butt. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He places the keys on the keyholder. “No lights?”

You reach to your side and turn on one lamp. “I didn’t realize the sun had set.”

“It’s past eleven.” Now that the lamp was on you could see his worried eyes. His five o’clock shadow prominent. “Did you eat anything?” he asks. You can’t tell if he hopes you did or not.

The moment you see the plastic bag in his hand, you shake your head no. Honestly, you were hungry because it had been hours since you ate a bowl of cereal as dinner.

He steps over your legs instead of pushing the coffee table away to make room for himself and plops next to you on the couch. “Brought Chinese,” he says and places the food bag on your lap instead of the coffee table. “You like their fried dumplings.”

You aren’t surprised that he remembers it. He was nice like that, maybe he thinks this is the least he can do. Soon after the wedding, he realized you did not enjoy cooking. It has never been a problem, he knew his way around the kitchen and knew of really good takeout places.  

“Thank you,” you say softly while leaning on the table to place the noodles and the dumplings. “Leon, did you drink?” you ask when you catch a whiff of him.

“Yeah, I’m a little tipsy.”

That explains his lax attitude. He has his arm around you across the back of the couch, he’s sitting close to you. It’s because he wants to eat, you say to yourself. And he’s a little tipsy.

“Did you have fun?” you ask when you separate your chopsticks.

“I wasn’t with anyone,” he says, watching you separate his chopsticks for him. “I had a drink by myself.”

“Only one?” you chuckle.

“One or two,” He cocks his head to your direction and grabs the chopsticks from your fingers. His fingertips are warm.

Unlike you, his body always runs hot. You remember the comment he made when he held your hand and cupped one cheek, kissing you after you two had said “I do”. His breath was hot on the lower part of your face. You somehow felt him everywhere and nowhere at once. “It’s really hot, why are your hands cold?” he had whispered. It was unusually hot on the day you eloped. Leon had to dab his sweat away so often.

“I’m just nervous,” you had whispered back. The hand that he was not holding was trembling, surely, he could tell.

“No need to be.” That was what he said right before your first kiss. It was more of a short peck because he was a gentleman who didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

It was easier for him to say, he didn’t have anything to be nervous about. He looked really beautiful that day and it didn’t help your nerves one bit. You felt like you were committing a crime while signing your documents that sealed the fact that you were now married to Leon Kennedy. You wonder if he felt the same, knowing this marriage was not a real one.

You didn’t lie to anyone really, so why did it feel like you did? You never told anyone you were in love. You never told anyone this was legit. You just told your sister you were married and that Leon was a good man. She had shrieked over the phone, demanded that you quit joking. The moment she was convinced that you were not, she expected pictures of him. The only picture you had of him was from the day you eloped. He had taken your cold hand and placed it on his arm. His other hand on his stomach so he didn’t look awkward. You had raised your small bouquet of baby’s breath to your torso as well. You did not look as nervous as you thought when the photo came in the mail but Leon looked more handsome than you remembered. You emailed it to your sister.

It didn’t take long for her to respond. How the hell did you bag that man??? Do you have blackmail material against him?

We met at work, you replied shortly.

I thought you worked with dudes that are old as fuck.

We don’t work together. Met through a coworker.

Maybe I should change careers. I mean how hard can it be to train as a government agent???

You looked at the multiple question marks she sent after that. I’m telling your husband.

I showed him the picture and he agrees that he’s hot lol. He also would like to have you guys over.

So you both can ask him what he sees in me?

Hey, I’m only joking. We would really like you guys to come over. I want to meet my brother-in-law.

I’ll tell him but he’s very busy.

Sooo what does he do?

Like I said, he’s an agent. Mostly confidential work.

So you can’t tell me?

I really can’t.

You know what? It’s annoying that you can’t tell me what he does but I can understand. What I can’t understand is you getting married. Out of the blue. Without telling me.

That email left a bitter taste in your mouth. She could tell that it was not real. She knew that you were not easy to love. She knew it was impossible for you to get married. That’s why you stalled her invitation for nearly two years. You hadn’t even asked Leon because you did not know how he would react. He knew you had a sister across the country and that she was older than you but never asked about her for a while. You weren’t offended at his uninterest in your life. He didn’t have any reason to be interested in you.

He did say he was an orphan, that one time.

It all made sense after that, he didn’t like to talk about families. Maybe because he wasn’t used to belong. To belong to a family. Belong to someone. Think about them because he belongs to them and they belong to him.

All things considered, you thought Leon turned out more than okay. Closed off but very kind, gentle, understanding.

He leans forward and helps you split one dumpling into two with his chopsticks. His shoulder bumps yours and stays there because he refuses to let go of the back of the couch behind you. When you pull your sleeve over your fingers, he quickly eats one whole dumpling, leaving you with the smaller one that he helped you split and covers your hand with his.

“You cold?” He looks silly when he stuffs his face full of food.

“No.”

“Your hands are cold.” He doesn’t’ say like always but it’s there in his voice.

He doesn’t mind touching you when he’s in a good mood, mostly when he’s a little intoxicated like this. Usually, he’s not a touchy person. You’re glad he’s not, it reminds you that you definitely like him more than he likes you. He needs the little nudge of alcohol to let go of his inhibitions. He didn’t touch you until you gave him the green light on your birthday. He didn’t know what to get you as a gift so he got you yellow roses and the blandest birthday card known to man.

Happy Birthday, from Leon.

“It isn’t anything special, I know.” He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m not good at this stuff.”

But it was special, it was from him; with his emotionally constipated, probably unintended curt message. You knew deep down he had a big heart. He cared enough to stop on his way to get you these. You didn’t think much, because there were times when you didn’t need to think about this, you just reached and hugged him around his waist. “Thank you,” you whispered. “They smell really nice. We need to get a vase for them.”

He finally put his arms around you and you felt the stiffness of his shoulders on top of yours. It was six months into your married life.

Yellow roses. He saw you as a friend. You were okay with it, as long as it meant he was not pushing you away. You were not terrible by any means. Boring and awkward, definitely. But you made it clear to him that he could talk to you about what he wanted when he wanted. He was adamant that it went both ways. However, you genuinely don’t think anything going in your life is worth talking about. Hence, he’s the one who ends up talking most of the time.

He rubs your fingers to bring them warmth. The air of the living room feels awfully similar to that one time he surprised you and laid his head on your lap. That one time you wanted to play with his hair but didn’t. It was just like this. Quiet despite the TV’s low volume, comfortable as the light coming from the lamps was soft on the eyes, smelling of alcohol as he was a little drunk. Unsure as your hands were cold and was this what being friends meant?

Sometimes he craved the quiet. He worked and worked and worked. Voices everywhere. Danger constant. His only quiet was home, you suppose.

“Why didn’t you eat?”

“I ate cereal,” you answer him.

“Has no nutritional value whatsoever,” he mutters.

“Yeah, it’s just me being lazy.”

“I don’t think we have anything in the fridge, I don’t blame you.”

You both finish your food in silence, you pretend to watch the screen in front of you the whole time. You hug your knees to your chest when you’re done and he looks like he can fall asleep any minute.

“How was your day?” you ask to keep him awake. You don’t want him to sleep here and have his back and neck all sore tomorrow.

He rests his chin on his shoulder and gives you a funny look through his long lashes. “Same as always.”

You admit to yourself that you love him like this. He seems free, happy even.

You decide to be bold and tap your shoulder for him to lay his head on.  

He doesn’t seem to be thinking twice as he takes your offer and nuzzles his head on your shoulder. He’s taller and bigger than you, you suppose the position he’s in right now is not comfortable for him. He reaches back around the couch and the other hand crosses his abdomen, gripping your ankle that he is closest to. His thumb draws circles there and your brain short circuits. “How was yours?”

“My day? Nothing exciting. All paperwork.”

He hums as he squeezes your ankle, his hair tickling your nose and lips.

“You really need a shower, Leon.” You make up the courage to smooth down his blonde hair that is sticking up in every direction.

He hums again. “Are you telling me I stink?”

“Yes, mister.”

“I’m tired,” he groans but doesn’t seem tired enough as he pushes his head and messes up your balance on the couch. You have to hold on to the arm rest as he keeps nudging you with his head.

“You’ll feel gross in the morning if you don’t have a shower.”

“You have a point,” he says but does nothing to get up. Maybe it was a bad idea to offer him your shoulder and unknowingly, your ankle. He’s never acted like a kid like this before.

You get up and turn off the TV before you offer him both of your hands. “You’re not tipsy, you’re drunk. Now get up and wash yourself please.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Yes, you are. You headbutted me.”

He takes your hands and finally gets up. “I think I ran out of shampoo.”

“You can use mine. Brush your teeth while I go get it.” You pat his back.

There’s two bedrooms in the house, one is for guests but you’ve never had guests over since you’ve both moved into this apartment. Leon uses the “guest” room downstairs. He insisted that you take the bigger room. He’s more like a roommate than a spouse.

He’s shirtless in front of the sink, brushing his teeth like you told him to when you knock on his bathroom door and hand him your shampoo. He reads the fragrance and opens its cap to smell it.

“Well, you smell nice so I can’t complain,” he says, toothbrush still in his mouth, dribbling toothpaste everywhere.

You love him in moments like these. This is the moment the wife reaches and kisses the husband. Well, maybe after he’s done dribbling everywhere but you know how this moment should go about. He won’t be like this in the morning. You know very well that he is going to be sober and back to normal Leon. He won’t say anything about his drunk self because he knows you won’t as well.

“Don’t fall in the shower!” you shout as you go upstairs to your room.

“I’m not that drunk!”

The next morning, he sees you making coffee in the kitchen. It hasn’t been long since your schedule got aligned with his. He wonders how the hell you managed to adjust your sleeping hours to the point now you could wake up before him. He used to wake up before you because you often had late shifts.

“Morning,” he says as he smells the delicious coffee that you’re pouring into two mugs. He yawns, scratching an itch on his arm. He did not use to have a coffee machine back when he was living alone. You had brought it with you to this house and saved him from Starbucks’ morning rush hour.

You slide one of the mugs in front of him and give him a warm smile. “Good morning. How are you feeling?”

He blows on the coffee before he takes a sip. “Much better now.” He clears his throat, his morning voice gruff. “I was thinking… We should commute together.”

“To work?” Your eyebrows shoot up.

“Where else?” he snorts. “What’s surprising? Why pay more for gas when we start work at the same time?”

“Wouldn’t that be…”

“It wouldn’t interfere with anything if you think about it. It’s stupid to take both cars to the same place.”

“I might work overtime,” you say and hug yourself.

He nods into his mug and seems like he wants to say more. “Then you can take your car. You’ve just started normal hours. Why are you eager to tire yourself out so quickly?”

So that we don’t have to be awkward around each other.

“C’mon, it’ll be convenient.”

You hate that word. You hate that word with your whole being. Back then, it meant something entirely different when he said it. We can get to know each other, then we can get married. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. It’ll be convenient. Convenient is why you married him. Convenient is why you are here now.

It is what you repeat to yourself over and over again. It was convenient to have slept with him. It didn’t have to be a big deal. You were lonely. You reckon he had to be, too. Because why else would he want to have sex with you? He did not love you or anything. You could only think of one thing when his face was buried in your neck. You still had his yellow roses. You had preserved them between your book pages.

As he was panting above you, hands grasping your hips with vigor, your thighs caging him in and burning, you felt like a rose stuck between thousands of words never read aloud. Yellow all over, sticking out like a sore thumb between words printed in the smallest font size possible, suffocating. Once belonged with other flowers but now settled down in a place where people thought you’d look pretty.

You hate the color yellow as much as you hate the word convenient. If not, more.

He sees you wince. He cannot guess the reason behind it is his choice of words. “What do you say?”

He is offering, you think. He still likes you enough to ask.

“Okay.”

“Good, we need to get groceries on the way back.”   

People don’t whisper much now that it’s been nearly two years since you two announced to your close work circle that you were married. There were a lot of surprised faces at first, thinking maybe Leon was joking or something. People didn’t know you very well. You were only close with Cathy.

“Perhaps we should wear rings,” said Leon once over dinner. “People don’t believe we’re married.”

“Is that a problem? What others think, I mean?”

He stared at your face while chewing, you couldn’t make out what he was thinking thanks to the dim light emanating from one of the lamps. “They think it’s a joke. Is it so bad that I want to be taken seriously for once? You wanted a wedding dress, I want a ring.”

“When do you want to get them?”

That led to you choosing matching rings with Leon. Simple gold bands. You make sure to wear them to work every day because if you don’t, you worry people will start to whisper again.

First it was, Leon’s not the type to get married, he’s taking the piss out of us, is it April fools today?

Then it turned into: Oh God, he’s serious, he says he got married last weekend.

Eloped? To whom?

He said her name but I don’t remember it, said she’s in archives now.

He’s married to an archivist? How on earth did they meet?

Probably in Donovan’s funeral, saw Hunnigan introducing them.

That wasn’t long ago!

I know, right?

You know some of them thought you had a one-night stand and got pregnant from him. The rumors subsided when that didn’t turn out to be true.

However, people were curious about why Ingrid Hunnigan would introduce an archivist to an agent. It didn’t take long for your name to become known because you had recently switched departments. You had been a systems analyst like Hunnigan, working with late Cathy Donovan. You’d switched to archives after her funeral.

People greeted you when they saw you. Leon’s wife, right?

Yes, but not really.

The first time Leon ever saw you was during agent Donovan’s funeral. He’d gotten back from Spain just a week ago. He did not know agent Donovan well but her name echoed in every corner. She was good at her job. Most of the time, nobody had an idea what she was up to.

“Leon, I want you to meet Cathy’s partner,” said Hunnigan, holding the shoulder of the woman standing next to her.

You stuck your hand out for him to shake and told him your name. It sounded disconsolate coming from your mouth, your own name. Your eyes were dazed, you kept your mouth in a thin line. You didn’t even look at him properly as if this was the hundredth occurrence today, Hunnigan introducing you to someone.

“I’ve heard a lot of great things about agent Donovan.” He didn’t know what else to say.

“Right, she was great,” you said, your eyes straying elsewhere. It looked like Hunnigan’s hand on your shoulder was the only thing keeping you from crumbling down. You looked so small with your shoulders hunched forward. He cringed when he saw you rip out the flesh of the side of your thumb.

Hunnigan went on about Cathy Donovan’s accomplishments to him. You continued to pick at your thumb, him watching your side profile as you kept averting your gaze from people around you. You seemed to be dissociating hard.

“These two were inseparable. I tried asking Cathy to work with me on a small mission once and she praised her so much in turn, I had to suck it up and meet this woman myself as soon as possible,” said Hunnigan heatedly. “I’m such a big fan of Cathy’s, you see, I couldn’t be upset. I love seeing her work with the best.”

“Thanks, that means a lot coming from you,” you managed to say, a beat too late. “I need to use the restroom, be right back.”

Leon knew too well that losing someone was difficult, yet he couldn’t imagine what you were going through. He furrowed his brows the moment his hand made contact with your upper arm. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, he didn’t want to seem like he took pity on you.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

You made the effort to look him in the eye when it was obvious as day that you were having a hard time keeping your head up.

Your voice barely came out, “Thank you.”

Of course, you did not recognize him the second time he saw you. It was his late celebratory dinner for his mission in Spain. His coworkers had planned a small one, saying he deserved it. Once he was done with his food, he excused himself saying he wanted to get fresh air.

Not too far from the restaurant, you were sitting on a bench alone.

“Those things will kill you, y’know,” he said, eyes pointing to the cigarette you were smoking.

His unexpected voice caused you to jump in your seat. You quickly put the cigarette out by stomping it with your shoe. “I don’t usually… smoke.”

He dragged his feet while walking to sit down on the opposite end of the bench. “You didn’t have to put it out.” Though he thought you were very considerate by doing so.

“Congratulations, for the mission.”

“Thank you— name’s Leon, by the way.”

You stuck your chin out to the direction of the restaurant, “Or so I heard in there.”

“We actually met before. At the funeral.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t remember half the people I met there.”  

“No need to be sorry. You seemed out of it.”

“Yeah, we worked together for a long time, Cathy and I.”

“Look, I know it’s hard and anything I say probably won’t make any difference—”

“You don’t need to—” Your voice quite literally got stuck on your throat, you composed yourself by bringing the side of your fist to your mouth and coughed into it. “I’m trying to get better. I’m here today, which is a miracle in of itself. I know people think it’s probably good to talk about her but I’m just not in the mood, okay? Thank you for your understanding but I don’t need to be reminded, it happened not so long ago.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“No, I know you mean well.” You started to sway your feet on the gravel. It was completely understandable for you to lash out but you seemed uneasy as soon as it was out of you. “Sorry, this is your happy day. I shouldn’t—”

“You realize how many times we said sorry to each other in this past minute?” he laughed. “Also, I lost a partner in Spain. I’m not that happy today.”

Your voice turning faint, seemingly regretting your flash of anger a moment ago, “You probably feel like you shouldn’t be happy.”

He nodded. “He helped me a lot but didn’t make it.” He saw your mouth open and stopped you there. “Don’t say you’re sorry. It loses its meaning when you say it too much.”

“Even if I mean it with my whole heart every time?”

“That means you’re sorry for a lot of things. It’s not healthy to carry that much weight on your shoulders.”

“Right, I’ll be like Quasimodo.” You hunched your shoulders even more forward. “Like the hunchback.”

“From the Disney movie?”

You giggled at his childishness. “Yeah, I heard there’s also a book about it.”

He looked at your squinted eyes and thought you deserved to be happy more.

As you two carried on your now meaningless conversation, he did not know that you were certain on resigning from your job and never turning back to it. You’d started to work on the archives that week, partly because your boss had foreseen you contemplating quitting all together and did not want to lose a highly valuable member such as yourself and partly because you had requested it.

At that point, you were absolutely aware of the fact that they feared you’d never turn back to your former position. And because Cathy didn’t have any plans of ever becoming alive, you also didn’t have any plans on returning. But you knew the reason behind them doing anything you asked was them giving you time to grieve. After that, the pressure would build even more and hopefully make you take your old place.

“It was Hunnigan’s idea,” you said to Leon after he asked you very kindly why you were here tonight. “Basically dragged me here. She thinks I should be around people more.”

“She’s right. I’m glad you came.”

Leon was cute, alright. That didn’t do him justice, actually. It was evident under the street light where the bench was that he worked out regularly. Biceps giving a hard time to his sleeves every time he moved, veins protruding on his forearms, his thighs looking like they’d help him carry ten people on his large back. And oh, his broader-than-the-horizon shoulders. An absolute unit of a man with cheekbones and jawline honed like a Greek statue. With his dark blonde hair falling on his face in that charming way and his oh so kind blue eyes, you knew he was out of your league.

His gentle aura making him seem like a Prince Charming or a white knight or whatever the fuck those Disney movies had.

You planned on never seeing anyone from work again, you had nothing to lose. And Cathy so would say to shoot your shot.

“I’m thinkin’ of getting a few drinks in me, want to tag along?”

“What do you have in mind?” He seemed interested, a good sign.

“You got any suggestions? And don’t say beer because I plan on getting wasted beyond recognition in like an hour.”

“Yeah, be careful. And don’t drink and drive.” The way he took a U-turn on his interest irritated you. You really thought he wouldn’t say no, you were getting along well, flirting even. “Did you come here with your car?”

“Yeah.” You tried to not sound upset. “I’m not a teenager. I’ll take a cab. Drinks will be on me.”

“Ah, thanks but I’ll have to refuse. They’ll probably wonder where I went. It’s my dinner, after all.” The polite smile he gave you was so infuriating.

You got up from the bench. He had the audacity to look you up and down after that. “Then please tell Hunnigan I’m sorry I left early, will you?”

“I will.” He fidgeted and crossed his arms. Oh God, you’d made him uncomfortable. It was just minutes ago he was sort of flirting with you. “Don’t drink too much.”

God, why did he have to be so annoying?

The next time you two met was at the closest pharmacist to work, few weeks after his dinner and your failed attempt to get him in your bed.  

“One box of aspirin, please.” Your head snapped up at that voice. Unmistakably, Leon. With his broad back facing you, he hadn’t seen you yet.

“What can I get you, miss?”

Leon stepped over to the side when they called to you, still not looking at you.

“Eyedrops, please.”

“Miss, are you alright?”

To that, he did a double-take. You’d looked disheveled to the point of worry. Eyes and nose a few shades redder than the rest of your face, eyebags puffy and makeup smudged. With your now extremely frizzy baby hairs doing anything but their job of framing your face, it was apparent that you’d been crying.

“Yes, it’s just an allergy.”

“Can I get you anything for that?”

“No, thank you. I already have meds for it.”

Leon thanked when they gave him his aspirin and turned to you. “Wait here, don’t go anywhere.” He quickly left the pharmacist.

Surprisingly, you did wait for him outside. Why? You had no idea. Frankly, you were hoping to cry more in your car.

Approximately five minutes later, he came to you jogging lightly. He thrusted a water bottle in your hand. “Where’s your medication?”

“What?”

“For your allergy?”

“Oh, um—” You couldn’t find a lie fast enough, usually you were not bad at lying but the way he appeared to be worrying about your well-being was baffling to say the least. “I don’t have it, I mean—” You pressed the water bottle to your stomach and held on to it for comfort. “I don’t have an allergy.”

It was his turn to be baffled. “Are you alright?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“You don’t look like it.” He looked at you and around you as though checking to see any injury. “You should drink up.” He motioned to the bottle and watched you take a gulp.

“Thank you. Oh, you should, too,” You tried to give him the rest of the water while his stare questioned you. “For your aspirin.”

“I already took it. I’m supposed to take it with water?”

“Yes, Leon. Have you been taking them without water this whole time? Then why did you bring me water?”

“I didn’t know that! You looked dehydrated.”

“That’s not good for you. Now I’m worried about your stomach.”

His blue eyes shined like he came to a revelation. “That’s why my stomach burns when I take them?”

How are you this stupid, you suppressed saying, if you had known him well enough at that time, you definitely would. You forgot for a second that you were annoyed at him for rejecting you few weeks ago and find yourself flabbergasted at thinking that he is endearing, in a way.

You made small talk with him about his lunch break and he insisted on walking you to your car.

“Can I help you with anything?” he said sympathetically once you stood in front of your open car door. “You still look…”

Like a truck hit me, you wanted to complete his sentence.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. It just happens time to time.” You tried to make yourself presentable by adjusting your blouse and hair.

“It?”

“Sometimes I cry for no reason. It happens randomly, too, I don’t know when and where I’ll be crying most of the time. Like, I’ll be reading something, it doesn’t have to be sad, I mean— I was reading reports before I came here. Sometimes it gets too much, like now.”

“Will you be okay driving?”

“Yeah! Talking with you definitely helped.” His apprehensive gaze pierced through you. You actually felt like crying again, your chest feeling tight, eyes burning. You stood upright with the support of your car door. “I’ll be fine, Leon.”

“I’m choosing to believe you. Drive safe.” He shifted his weight on one of his legs and seemed ready to take off.

“Thank you. See you around?”

“You probably won’t for a while,” he said to the ground, soothing the itch on his calf with his other leg’s shin. He looked up and squinted his eyes against the sun. “I got assigned a mission. I don’t know for how long.”

“Oh, I’ll be at your celebratory dinner then, if I get an invitation.”

“Well, I don’t know how it will go. I’ll only invite you if you won’t talk for the whole dinner but flirt with me outside again.”

“You didn’t need to embarrass me like that,” you chuckled nervously. “I wouldn’t say I’m a push and pull kind of woman.”

“You can show me what kind of woman you are when I get back?”

“Very smooth, Leon.”

He seemed taken aback. “I’ll see you then.” Suddenly, he was distant again. This time you didn’t know what made him uneasy.

“Yeah… Be safe on your mission.”

He just nodded. You got in your car and gripped the steering wheel tightly until the sight of his leather jacket clad back disappeared. You hunched forward, shoved your forehead to the wheel and tried to take a deep breath. The crying spell didn’t go away as the tears burst down first and then the sobs jerked your entire body.

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

—Like Real People Do, Hozier

The inside of Leon’s car smells nice, he takes good care of it.

“I’m going to see my sister this weekend,” you say, averting your gaze from the way he steers the wheel with one hand. His other hand is on his knee, tapping away. The effect his toned arms have on you is humiliating.

“I think I can make it.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t have anything that day. I can go with you. It’s your mother’s death anniversary, right? I think it’s time I pay my respects.”

It’s these things he says that leave you puzzled. He’s incredibly thoughtful, no matter who he’s talking to. He very well could have his day off-work for himself, but he asks anyway.

“Do you actually want to meet my sister?”

“I do. I hope to make a good first impression.”

You think about it for a second and end up telling him. “I sent a picture of you to her back when we got married.”

“How’d you get a picture of me?” he asks, appalled. The only picture he has of himself besides the wedding one is on his badge.

“Our wedding picture, dummy. We have one, remember?”

“Oh, right, I forgot.” You can’t complain because you keep it in a dresser drawer in the envelope it came in. He was on duty again when it came and you’d showed it to him once he was home. The left corner of his lips had curled up and for a second, you thought you saw affection in his eyes. “It came out okay? I was sweating buckets, but you—" he’d said and pointed a finger to your face in the photo. “Your hands were ice cold, I nearly asked you to paste your hands to my forehead just so I could cool down.”

“We still have the picture, right?” he asks.

“Yes, it’s in my room. Why?”

“Can I have it?”

“Yeah, they sent two. Can I ask what you’re going to do with it?”

“Give it to the mafia or hire a hitman to go after you, what else?” He lets out a hollow laugh. You want to record the sound and have it forever play in your ears. “I want to frame it and put it on my desk. People usually have pictures of their spouses and children or even their dogs on their desks, no?”

Yes, you know. You have pictures with your best friend and sister on your own desk at work.

It’s his way of saying you mean something to him.

You call your sister’s name as soon as you see it. “Why do you have this picture here?”

She’s carrying the empty plates to the sink as you hold on to her fridge’s door handle.

She looks up to see you pointing at your wedding picture. It’s on her fridge. You don’t even display it in your own house.

“You printed it?”

“I did,” she says. “It’s a good picture.” Her house is littered with pictures of her and her husband on different vacations, of you and your mother and her together in some.

“You just met Leon today.”

“And I think he’s great. You’re happy with him. That’s all I could ask for.”

You were happy since he was in a good mood the entire ride coming here. It was long but you two had a smooth ride and he amused you with his corny jokes and stories. You tore small pieces of bagel and fed him when he said he was getting hungry. He was tired from driving the whole time, but of course he didn’t have it any other way and jestingly banned you from getting behind the wheel. He did make a good first impression like he promised, although he kept bobbing his cramped leg. He’s now in the backyard with your brother-in-law, chatting about football, probably.

Your sister gets your attention by giving you a side hug and rubbing your back. “You’re my only sister, of course I’m going to have a picture of your happiest day.”

You hug her back around her waist. She even had photos of your birth in the living room. Your mom in a hospital bed, one day-old baby you cradled in her arms, your father hugging your mother and looking down at you with adoration in his eyes. Did he know then, that he would never be there for you to look at you like that again?

“You remember dad, right?” you ask quietly. She was older and was able to tell stories about him to you. “How was he like? Before he left, I mean.”

“Like I told you, he loved us so much. I don’t know if it was the same case for my mom. She later told me she saw it coming, that he likely had another woman.”

“How did mom know?”

Your sister sighs and rest her head on top of yours. “She said she could just feel it. Said he felt distant. He used to come home late leading up to it, sometimes drunk. One day I woke up and he wasn’t home. Didn’t say anything, just abandoned us like that.”

There’s that sadness again, creeping up to your chest and placing a big rock there. You feel like you’re being crushed by it. Your mom had always been ambitious, had dreams for herself and her family, deserved so much more than what she got.

Leon’s laughing loudly in the backyard, your head whips to see the sight.

“Come on, go mingle with your husband. I got it from here,” says your sister and starts to place the dishes in the dishwasher.

“I’ll go get us some beer,” says your brother-in-law and gets up from his chair. The weather is amazing today, your sister had set up a nice meal outside. Leon was getting along with them well. What more could you ask for?

You find yourself alone with Leon when your brother-in-law goes inside the house. You sit next to him and he promptly puts his arm on the back of your chair.

“How’s your leg?” you ask him.

“My thighs are sore,” he groans. “Good thing we’re not driving back tonight.”

“Well, I wouldn’t let you anyways.” You put a hand on his knee and start to massage, hoping it will help his aching legs. You’re even bolder than a few days ago. He doesn’t seem to mind it.

“It hurts here,” he says and grabs your hand, placing it higher on his thigh. “You can put more pressure, I can hardly feel it.” His thigh is firm and thank God, your hands manage to stay stable. You ball your hands into fists and start to punch lightly where he wants. The meat of his thighs doesn’t even jiggle, reminding you that he’s mostly made of muscle.

You focus up on his knees. “I’ll drive us to the cemetery tomorrow.”

“I can—”

“No. You’re tired, Leon. I want to drive, don’t make me upset.”  

“Would you actually be upset if I—”

“Yes, very.” You pinch his thigh and that makes him press his lips together.

“They’re really nice, you know,” he means your sister and her husband. “I feel like an ass for not meeting them sooner.”

“You like them?” You raise an eyebrow.  

“I do.”

“So, any propositions?”

“Huh?”

“Got asked for a threesome yet?” you smirk.

“I’m sorry?” He’s horrified and you find it funny.

“After I sent the wedding picture to them, they both said you were hot. I just remembered it.”

“I’d rather not know that!”

“Relax, Kennedy. I’m just joking. They’re not gonna ask you that.”

He visibly relaxes and puts you in a headlock in a play-fight manner with the arm that was behind you. His nose and mouth pressed up against your hair, he says, “I’ll just tell them I’m a one-lady type of man if they ever do.” You consider biting his arm.

“Can the lovebirds look up here for a second?” chirps your sister. She has come with her camera outside. “It’s the golden hour.”

Leon adjusts his head to look towards the camera and relaxes his hold on you, arm dangling from your shoulder, other hand engulfs yours on his knee, rings clashing.  

“Aww,” your sister coos as she takes the photo. “I’ll send this to you.”

She doesn’t suspect a thing, probably because you’re not pretending anymore.

You splash your face with cold water after you’re done brushing your teeth in your sister’s guest room bathroom. Leon’s inside the room, splayed out on the bed, exhausted after today. It won’t be awkward, you say to yourself, hope to God your hands don’t start to tremble from anxiety.

Leon has taken off his t-shirt, bent one of his knees and put his hands behind his head. Not helping your case by looking irresistible. Even the tufts of hair under his arms are endearing to you.

“How are you holding up?” he asks once you sit on the bed next to him, back facing him. He knows you will visit Cathy too when you get back.

“I’m good, Leon.” You take off your ring and place it next to his on the bedside drawer. “Never been better, actually. I missed them.” You twist your upper body to face him. “Here,” you say as you place your newly washed cold damp hands on both sides of his face in attempts to cool him down.

He shivers, his shoulders going up slightly for a quick second. “That’s nice,” he murmurs, closing his eyes. You’re silent, in part because you’re speechless before his beauty, but you also would like to try to give him a little piece of serenity he needs.

“This used to be my mom’s room when she was living here.”

He hums softly and opens his eyes, his hands coming up to hold on to your bare arms, the skin between his eyebrows pinched.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, hands finding place on his broad shoulders.

He starts to rub your arms up and down, his hands stopping after a while to trace a strap of your tank top with his fingers. All of your worries about intimate gestures going out the window the moment you let his hands wander.

This is the tender domesticity that you’ve been longing for so badly, you want to thank him.

He scrunches his nose. “I wanted to kiss you, now I think it’ll be inappropriate.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. Your grip on his shoulders is now stronger, begging not to tremble. He feels lonely, he shouldn’t have come here. You have to swallow hard. “It won’t.”

His hand goes up to cup the back of your neck, he’s staring at your lips like he doesn’t wish for anything else. “C’mere.” He tugs at your hip to get the lower half of your body up on the bed. He drapes you halfway on his torso.

Once you’re situated to his liking and casting a shadow on his face, he brings you down ever so gently to his mouth, massaging your nape. He’s hot all over, his mouth, his breath on your face, his chest, the hand that’s splaying his fingers on the small of your back. With his soft lips moving lazily against yours, you’re quite literally bursting at the seams. The muffled sigh he drags across your mouth tempts you to press your entire body to his harder and sling your leg across his hips.

His kisses turn into open-mouthed ones and he tastes like minty toothpaste and sunlight on golden hour.

A small noise comes out of your throat, hands straying down to his bare chest and he has to cradle your face to stop. “We should sleep.” His Adam’s apple bobs enticingly. “I seriously don’t want to disrespect your mother’s ghost.”

A laugh escapes your lips as he hugs your head and buries it to his chest, his chin resting on top. “You’ll apologize to her tomorrow.”

It’s okay, you think when you feel the low timbre of his chuckle on his chest. We’re okay. We’re doing better.

There's no plan, there's no race to be run The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come I'll be your man if you got love to get done Sit in and watch the sunlight fade Honey, enjoy, it's gettin' late There's no plan, there's no hand on the rein

—No Plan, Hozier

The fourth time you saw Leon Kennedy was at a bar. You thought his coworkers were going to be there to see him after his mission but it was just you two.

He had emailed you a day before, saying he asked for your email address from Hunnigan, inviting you for drinks the next day and apologizing for letting you know this late.

“Where’s everyone? Am I early?” you asked, despite noticing the table he was sitting at was for two people.

He looked up and you were taken aback by the sight of him. He looked tired. He had a bit of a stubble and his hair was tousled. “No, you’re right on time,” he said, getting up to pull your chair for you. “It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise,” you said, ridding yourself from your jacket. You actually put in the effort to look good that day. A nice outfit, a little bit more makeup, hair done.

As you sat down in front of him, a corner of his lips went up, “You look good.”

“The last time we spoke wasn’t my best moment.”

“How have you been?”

You placed your hands on the table and started to play with your fingers, anxious. “Since then? Better, I suppose. How about you? Your mission went well?”

“Depends on how you define well.”

“You’re still in one piece.”

“If only that was enough.” You didn’t get to see his disappointed expression for long when a server came up to your table and Leon quickly ordered a drink, asked what you wanted and waited with his hands together on the table.

Once the server was away, you slightly leaned towards him. “They should be grateful that they got their best agent back alright.” Although you couldn’t ask him any details about his mission, you knew he was a special agent that was good at this job.

“Hunnigan told me you’re in the archives.”

“Yeah, that happened months ago, before your dinner.”

“Why the change of heart?”

“I—uh…” Your throat felt dry under his piercing stare. “I wasn’t needed there anymore. So I transferred.”

“Really? I heard it’s quite the opposite.”

“Oh, they’re talking about me?”

“Yes, seems like they really want you to work with agents again.”

“I know that,” you said and dug your fingernails to the corner of the table, his eyes following the motion.

“What do you mean?” he said, scratching his jaw. “You said you weren’t needed.”

“I felt like I wasn’t being useful. I tried to quit. They tried really hard to keep me there. Now, they’re constantly asking me to come back after everything.”

“They do know how to squeeze the last bit out of everyone,” he nodded. “Are you happy with where you are right now?”

“As in life?” You rolled your eyes thinking about it. “What does it look like?”

“I was worried the last time I saw you.” He sounded sincere.

“I know, I looked miserable.” Probably looked like the physical embodiment of a cry for help, too. “Can we not dwell on it, please? I’m better now. But now you—” You reach and tap on the middle of the table. “You look like you need to sleep for days.”

“That would be great,” he sighed.

You kept looking at the door but no one from work was coming in. “Why is no one coming, Leon?”

“They won’t, to be honest with you. I only invited you.”

Your back was then one with the chair. “Oh.”

“I should’ve let you know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind the quiet,” you smiled. And then you realized, he was doing the same thing you were doing, pushing anyone and anything away.

Him reaching out to you, this was his cry for help. Why you specifically, you didn’t know.

“You told me you lost a partner in Spain, were you close?”

To that, he dropped his chin and stared at his lap. “No, I wouldn’t say that. I didn’t know him. We met under strange circumstances and ended up helping each other. I got the impression that he regretted a lot of things but wanted to believe people could change.”

“I believe people can change, for the better or worse,” you mumbled.

Your server came with your drinks. Leon didn’t waste a second and downed nearly half of his drink. “You tried to quit?” he asked.

“I did. I thought it was time for a little stability in my life. This is as far as I can get to it,” you said and took a sip of your drink which was the same one as Leon. It was strong.

“Stability. That’s unlikely in this job,” he scoffed, fingers tapping at his glass.

“Do you see it as impossible, Leon?” You desperately hoped he would say no, you needed to hear from someone that it wasn’t just a pipe dream.  

He seemed to be thinking for a slow moment. “I guess, for some people, it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“For you it would?” you inquired.

“I once thought I would marry my first girlfriend. I was like what? Twenty, twenty-one? I was really stupid and in love. If twenty-one-year-old Leon saw this, he would be devastated,” he said and raked a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I can find someone who would understand what I do. It’s not like I can tell them. They’d be in danger because of me. I can’t ask them to trust me blindly. I wouldn’t want them to.”

“If someone was willing to accept you as you are, do you think..?”

“Who in their right mind would?” he groaned in exasperation.

“I would. But my situation is different, I have an understanding of what you do. I also can’t be in any more danger than I already am.” There was a beat of silence after you said that. The drink was definitely too much for you, you were sure. Your ears were burning hot, one hand coming up to cool one down with your nervous cold fingers, your eyes roamed the whole place. You chugged the remaining of your drink and wiped your mouth.

“Whoa, slow down there,” he bolted and looked at your abashed face as if he was in a contemporary art museum, trying to understand what the artist meant with their absurd piece.

Feeling self-conscious, you fixed your hair and babbled out, “Why did you get into this line of work in the first place?”

His back straightened, shoulders rolling back. “I was… recruited.” You didn’t quite understand how but remained from prodding any further. “I was the best candidate for what they wanted. An orphan who didn’t have anything to lose.”

It really wasn’t going well for you. You wanted to bang your head against the table and avoid looking at him completely but after what he had revealed to you, you couldn’t be any ruder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

If Cathy were to hear about this, you wouldn’t hear the end of it. Good job honey, that’s one way to woo a man. She would’ve said it in that sarcastic tone which she infamously was a master of.

“No, it’s fine,” said Leon. “You could do so much better than me, though.”

Have you seen yourself, you wanted to exclaim.

Your nostrils were wide, trying to sober you up by hogging as much oxygen as possible, you tried to remain calm, you were feral however. “Why do you keep putting yourself down, Leon? You know, you could’ve called your friends today and they would’ve come running to you. You’re a great person, they don’t give a damn about how successful your mission was. They’re happy that you’re back, that’s all. They are your friends, not the alcohol.”  

He was dead silent, staring at his glass with an expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“I’m sorry for overstepping but I saw how they were trying to look out for you at the dinner. There wasn’t even a glass of wine there, celebration my ass. Everybody can tell you’re not fine. I don’t know you that well but even I can tell. What you’re doing to yourself isn’t healthy. It’s self-destructive.”

He wiped his forehead. “You’re the one to talk.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hunnigan’s always talking about how you’re running away every time you see her. She has to drag you everywhere. She’s being nice to you, you could try appreciating that, you know? And you’re clearly stuck up on something, are you trying to repent for your sins or what?” He quite literally disarmed you with his icy stare.

“I’m not Catholic,” you retorted.

“Well, would you look at that. We’re more similar than I thought.” The smirk he had on was sardonic, the furthest from being friendly. You felt an urge to get up and never look back.

“Wrong,” you said as you crossed your arms. “I don’t expect alcohol to solve my problems.”

“Yeah, you’d rather run away from them. And that isn’t going well for you, is it?” He finished his drink and motioned for the server for another. “Also, stop being a hypocrite.”

“Excuse you?” you said with seething anger.

“Are you not trying to ‘get wasted beyond recognition’ right now, as you put it?” he sneered and pointed out your empty glass.

“That was one time, I usually don’t drink. And I’m not planning on drinking more.”

“Oh, did I ruin your fun?”

“Stop that,” you said through your gritted teeth. “Stop being mean. I’m not your friend. You don’t have to push me away. I don’t know why you invited me here. I can just get up and go, leave you with whatever you have up your ass that’s making you act like this. I’m only asking you to stop putting yourself down so much and you’re being all defensive. You know what, I don’t deserve this.” You got up from your chair, grabbing your jacket and purse.

He stood up quickly and tried to follow you. “Sit down, Leon. Your drink is coming.” You didn’t give him any chance to reply and threw the amount of cash that covered your single glass of alcohol on the table.

The walk from the noiseless bar to the nearest bus stop was not pleasant, to say the least. The air was biting cold, hitting your warm cheeks and making you shiver.

Leon only lost sight of you because he stopped to tip the server generously. He fucked up big time, he knew that. It was going to be a pain in the ass if you already jumped in a cab but he had hope that no vacant cab was passing the area on a Friday night.

He was stupid to think this would go smoothly. The last time he saw you, he was concerned about you. The way you’d casually admitted you were not fine was echoing in his mind. He wanted to see if you’d be there by the time he was back from duty. He admitted he was scared for you, for that woman who seemed so small during the funeral, for that woman who had a meltdown in her car in the middle of the day, barely hanging on.

He wanted to tell you today that maybe you should quit. But you had already crossed that bridge.

Maybe you wanted to help people, too. At least at the beginning. Now you wanted peace and quiet, because your life has been anything but. Unlike you, he gave up on that a while ago. He wanted to regard your daring words— I would— as being drunk, he really did.

Ada would never admit she’d want something like that to him, to anyone. Ada didn’t want a stable life, she would never live at a place longer than a month, work with someone more than twice. Even after all of their encounters, Leon still didn’t know what her actual motives were. Raccoon City, Spain, his last mission.

It was pitiful, the way his breath would hitch every time he saw a dark-haired woman wearing red out of the corner of his eye. His heart would pound in his ears for a quick second before he’d realize he was mistaken. He would allow himself, for a brief moment, that maybe it was Ada, here to see him. However, she was never the one to be sentimental. Her every action had a tangible intention that Leon could never guess.

But Leon knew she cared. Enough to save him every goddamn time he needed saving. Enough to ask him to come with her. If he was twenty-one, he would’ve chosen to tail behind her, ready to follow her wherever. Except he had changed, he was not naive anymore. He’d like to think he made the right choice by separating their ways back in Spain. He didn’t know if he was going to be used again.

He also didn’t know what would become of them. Needless to say, he wasn’t going to abandon the mission and ride off into the sunset with Ada yet a part of him wondered about their alternate universe in which he chose to follow her. What would have happened if he just hopped onto that helicopter with her? Where would she have taken him? Was she planning on greeting him properly after all those years? Was he ready to forgive her after Raccoon City?

Perhaps she would have dropped him off somewhere, with a phone number or an address, leaving him confused yet again. Maybe he would’ve reached out, met her in a different circumstance where they didn’t have to constantly run away from trouble. Maybe she’d be living in a small flat and then she’d ask him to come over. Maybe he’d continue to visit her, make himself familiar with her small space.

Except that was not feasible at all, since she was a fleeting kind of woman, just like all the moments they shared. Not there to stay. And none of these would happen, it would always be a different hotel room, different city, barring him from being constant in her life.

A puppy love, he used to think. Young, naive, credulous love. No, he realized, it got older and bigger, sicker. It was time to put it down, put it out of its misery.

He sprinted to the bus station, his hunch was right, you were sitting there, arms folded on your chest, alone. You looked up the moment you heard his footsteps. He left a few steps between you two and braced himself by putting his palms on his knees.

“Why did you come here?” he asked, his eyes were focused on your red nose. Probably from the cold, he convinced himself.

“What do you mean? You asked me to,” you grimaced.

“You said we’re not friends, so why did you come here?”

Your head turned opposite of Leon, resting your chin on your shoulder and hugging yourself tighter. “I wanted some company,” you grumbled, the collar of your jacket muffling your voice. “I think Hunnigan’s right and I might need it.”

“Sorry I’m not a decent one.” He took slow steps to sit next to you on the narrow bench of the bus stop, his shoulder grazing yours. That made you perk up at him.

“I’m sorry for the things I said earlier,” you said, holding his gaze.

“You said a lot of things.”

“Well, I’m sorry for all of them, I crossed a line.”

“Don’t be, I needed the scolding.”

“I didn’t mean to scold you.”

He knocked his knee to yours. “Do you always regret the things you say immediately after? I was an asshole, you got angry, rightfully so.”

“But I was the one who started it,” you pursed your lips.

“Doesn’t matter, we’re not kids.”

“I, uh, called a taxi, should be here in a few minutes,” you said after a minute of silence.

“Okay, tell me something in the meantime.”

“What do you want to hear?”

His thumb caressed his brow, he was contemplating. “Would you consider marrying me?”

“What?”

“Would you marry me? If I asked?”

“No, I heard you the first time.” Your eyes took in every inch of his face, searching for a sign, anything that might explain this. “Leon, are you drunk?” 

“No, I’m nowhere near drunk. It takes more than one drink for me to get buzzed.” He crossed his arms, imitating you. “Think about it, we can both try to live calm and stable.”

Your face was contorted in confusion, still for a slight pause. “People don’t marry out of spite, Leon. They marry out of love.”

“Who said anything about spite?”

“You’re clearly angry at something or someone.”

“I am not.”

“This life you are living right now… isn’t quite what you planned, is it? Some things didn’t go according to plan and now you’re here, trying to steer the reins again. And you’re angry.”

“What are you, my therapist?” This time his comeback didn’t sound as if it was meant to hurt you, but to make the air between you lighter. “I guess I do resent some things, doctor.”  

You went along with his enactment. “Admitting is a huge step Leon, I appreciate the honesty.”

“Now you be honest,” he said, bouncing his leg in impatience. “Are you in a relationship? Am I being creepy by cornering you like this?”

“I’m not and I don’t feel cornered. If I did, I’d just get up and go. You just saw.”

He nodded, his lips in a thin line. “Experienced firsthand how you run away from your problems and I don’t mean it figuratively.”

You chuckled. “You are not a problem in my life.”

“Not a friend either.”

Your smile dropped. “I don’t think we know each other that well.”

He hummed, looking far away. “That’s probably your cab.” He got up, shaking off dust from his jeans. “Take my number before you get in and let me know when you make it home safe.”

You gave him your number but didn’t get to write your name in his contacts as the cab drew near. “Thanks for keeping me company, you didn’t need to run after me,” you said as you handed him his phone.

“We won’t dwell on it,” he winked as he opened the back door of the cab for you. “And think it over, okay?”

“What?”

“My proposal. We can get to know each other, then we can get married. It doesn’t have to be a big deal. It’ll be convenient.”

“Tell me one good thing that will be convenient.”

“Uh, okay. Here’s two for you,” he said and held up two fingers. “A better healthcare plan and tax benefits.”

You laughed and the driver seemed annoyed that you were still standing in front of the open door. “I should get going.”

“Text me when you get home,” he said when you finally got in the car.

You texted him again two weeks after his ridiculous proposal.

Hi, Leon. Do you remember what you asked me after the bar two weeks ago?

Hi. Yes I remember.

Were you being serious or should I pass it as tipsy nonsense?

There was no response from him for a few minutes and you had started biting your nails nervously.

I was being serious. I wasn’t tipsy.

You stared at his short text longer than it took him to reply. You had already made up your mind but it felt cheap telling him over a text. This was not the proper way of doing this. You also didn’t know how to convey this to him, so you resorted to a playful text.

Ask me properly and I’ll consider it.

I’ll ask you again properly over dinner next Friday? I know a good Italian place.

The next Friday, he kept his promise and said those four words in a fancy quiet Italian restaurant. You said yes.

“I have a request,” you said, swirling your wine before taking a sip. “I want a wedding dress, not like a gown or anything. Just a simple white dress.”

“Sure, I already have a suit that I can wear.”

Your heart tugged in your chest. The fact that you had to buy your wedding dress by yourself, no matter how simple you envisioned it to be, without Cathy by your side was making your ears ring, drowning out all the knife and fork clatter around you.

Here's my hand There's the itch But I'm not supposed to scratch

—Love Me More, Mitski

It’s four a.m. and you want to say you’ve actually seen it coming. Every time something good happens, its catastrophe follows eventually. Just like how Cathy’s mission was going so well until it wasn’t.

It’s four a.m. and the meal you’ve prepared for Leon has gone cold on the dining table. You thought he’d be hungry when he came back from mission, so you went out and bought ingredients, followed a recipe word for word, even made soup additionally just in case he didn’t feel like eating solid food after what his body’s been through. He said he’d be back at one a.m. and he hasn’t contacted you since. You’ve called and texted him numerous times but it was radio silence from him.

He had promised you, before you got married, that he would always let you know when he got back from a mission and he always did. He never once forgot because you were very serious about this, wanted to know as soon as possible that he was back safe.

It’s four a.m. and you feel like you’re going crazy, soaring into a heaving fit as each minute passes by.

The sound of his keys makes you clutch at your chest and before you even realize, your legs are walking you to the front door. He’s being quiet and you wait for him few steps behind the door. His steps are feather light, head bowed down to take off his shoes, he exhales a long breath as he places his backpack down.

He flinches when he sees your silhouette in the dark. “God, you scared me. I thought you’d be sleeping.”

“You didn’t text me,” your voice breaks, your hands are clutching at the sides of your pajama shirt like it’s a lifeline.

“I forgot.”

Your tears threaten to fall down and you’re grateful that it’s dark and he can’t see. You bite down your lip strong enough to make it bleed. “I was worried.”

“I’m fine, you didn’t need to stay up.”

It’s not like you chose to, you physically couldn’t lie down or eat anything when your mind went all haywire, creating the worst possible scenarios it could think of.

“I, um, made dinner.” You point to the table. “But it’s gone cold, I can heat it up. Don’t know if it will taste any good, though. Did you have any chance to eat something? I mean, if you ate dinner, it’s been hours and you’re probably hungry—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I also made soup, so it’s easier on the stomach. You’re tired, right? Just eat some soup and then go to sleep. I’ll heat that up and there’s also tea in the pantry, supposed to help you sleep. Oh, I filled up the bathtub, I’ll go drain it, the water’s gone cold and you probably want to have a hot shower—”

He cuts you off again by blurting out your name. “Hey, hey, slow down.” His calloused hands come up to hold your shoulders and you let out a small whimper of surprise, your chin dropping to your chest. “I don’t want anything, I’ll just sleep.”

You shrug and escape from his hold, so he doesn’t ask you why you’re trembling like a leaf. “But shower…” you manage to make out and point to the direction of his room.

“Yes, I’ll drain the tub and shower, you go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” you say softly. He’s home, you repeat deliriously. He’s here, very much alive. The thought calms your nerves instantly.

He doesn’t turn on any of the lights while navigating his home in the dark. You crane your neck to watch his silhouette move to his room. He opts to turn on the bathroom light first. You listen to the water droplets as you put away the food you made for him in containers. He says something you can’t quite hear when he gets out of the shower.

“Did you say something, Leon?” you raise your voice slightly.

“Yeah, did you clean my room?”

“It was messy. Thought it’d be nice to see it tidy when you came back.”

He doesn’t reply right away and your head turns to his direction as if he can see you through the door.

“Thank you. You didn’t need to.”

You actually cleaned the whole house when he was away, not that he had the chance to see it.

You were aware from the very beginning that this was what you got yourself into. You and Leon never promised each other love. But why are you feeling like this now? Stupid question, really. Because things have changed, you’ve grown to love him and you’re afraid. You’re afraid that one day you’ll have to face the world without him by your side because he has become your anchor, holding you in place where you now call home. It’s nice having his warm hands on you, it’s nice coming home to him.

However, in moments like now it feels like you’re playing house, actors going their separate ways after the lights go out. It awfully feels like you’re standing in the middle of a dark stage, curtains closed so nobody can see what goes down behind the scenes.

You’re in front of his door, first aid kit in one hand, knocking. “Leon?” You know he’s not sleeping. He can’t sleep well after he comes back from his missions, his insomnia making it impossible for him.

The door cracks open and you slide past him before he can say anything, perching cross-legged on the side of his bed, placing the kit on your lap before propping his pillow against the bedpost so he can sit comfortably in front of you. “Let me have a look.” You pat on the bed. “And turn on the lamp, please.”

You can finally see him when he does. The first thing you see is the big purple bruise on his side because he’s only wearing his sweatpants. His hair is wet from the shower, hanging to his eyes, eyebags dark and prominent, one of his forearms is freshly bandaged. Despite all, he’s standing tall in front of you.

“They already patched me up,” he says, showing his bandage.

You take his hand and draw him near, making him sit on the bed with one leg dangling from the side. Half of his face is illuminated like this and you can see the cut on his jaw in its full glory. Your fingers begin to work quickly, cleaning the wound all the while he winces by closing his eyes. “Seems like they didn’t take a good look at you. What happened to your ribs?” you ask to distract him.

“Got kicked. They’re not broken.”

You put the band-aid on his jaw and search his eyes as they open. He blinks slowly at you, understanding that you want to hear more. “Hurts when I breathe but it should be gone in a few days, it’s not that bad.”

You take his unwrapped hand in yours, the skin of his knuckles is very red, it probably hurts when he flexes it. You grab the ice pack you remembered to bring with you and place it on top on his knuckles.

“Not there,” he mumbles. “Put in on my shoulder, it’s really sore.”

You place the pack on the shoulder he points. He tries to turn his head that way but his face contorts in pain and he gives up, exhaling a long sigh.

“Did you have them wrap it up?”

“No, can’t be bothered to rewrap it later.”

“That’s why you have me to do it for you,” you hum, adjusting the ice pack. You’re closer to him like this, able to smell his soap and shampoo from his body. You can make out the shape of his chapped lips and yours ache to kiss his pain away, except you are overheated with grievance.

His eyes bore into you, taking you in. There’s an unassuming hand on your bent knee, squeezing lightly. “Did I scare you?” he asks.

“You promised me,” you gripe to him, fumbling with your fingers on your lap after you place the first aid kit next to you. “You promised me that you’d let me know when you were back. Of course I was scared.”

His forehead falls onto your shoulder, damp strands of hair pressed to the side of your neck as the ice pack tumbles down his back onto the bed. “I’m sorry, honey,” he says breathily.

He’s only called you by your name all this time, so this is new. And stomach lurching. Your cheek knocks the side of his head with your startled reaction.

“I have no excuse,” he murmurs. His palm on your knee slides up, leaving a burning sensation as it goes along your thigh, bypassing your hips and finding place on the curve of your waist.

“It’s okay,” you squeak when you feel his thumb caressing your ribs through your t-shirt.

You don’t remember ever sitting down with him, drawing lines about the nature of your relationship, lines that both of you never meant to cross, because you didn’t. You didn’t discuss anything about boundaries because at the time you were getting married, you didn’t know him much. Both of you assumed that it would naturally develop, silent agreements to come.

It was manageable before, now it confuses you to the point of ripping hair from your own head. There were times where you didn’t think twice about giving him a friendly hug, a pat on the back, a reassuring squeeze to his knee but after getting into bed with him, every action was testing the waters.

It wasn’t even a bed; it was the couch in the living room where you had countless dinners and conversations, the heart of the home, if you will. It felt shameful afterwards as if it happened in an open space, because it was quick and devoid of any intimacy, but it was in the confines of your own quiet home still.

You want to go back to the time when you were friends, and not what this was supposed to be. You want to go back to the time when you didn’t know how it felt to have him like that, when you didn’t know his touch would be so tantalizing, his lips unbearably addicting, his warmth conquering.

Initially, you thought you’d cross any bridge regarding him when you came across it, but there weren’t any bridges around to reach him to begin with. You quickly realized that he had burned them before you, for everyone. So, you painstakingly built each and every one of them with your bare hands, desperate to get to him. And him shaking them felt immensely unfair, all your hard work threatened to fall.

Your hand on his chest pushes him away ever so slightly before his hand drops from your waist. He hisses softly yet the action hurts you more than it hurts him. He yields to your touch, back leaning on his propped-up pillow, waiting for you to gather the scatter of your thoughts patiently.

“Stop confusing me, Leon.”

“What do you mean?”

“What am I to you exactly?”

“You’re my wife,” he says. Obviously.

“So why doesn’t it feel like it?”

“We never guaranteed that it would.”

“Yeah, I know that. All this time I thought maybe we were doing better, now I don’t know Leon, you’re confusing me. Either stop giving me hope or just say it outright.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That I’m just a fuck buddy to you.”

His jaw ticks, lips curl in disdain. “How shallow do you think I am?”

“I know we never established any boundaries between each other but it’s gotten to a point where I don’t know how I should act around you.”

His face stays stagnant. “You can’t be serious. Your boundaries were set from the beginning. You never had a place for me in your heart.”

Time seems to stop for you in that dire moment, Leon’s blue eyes serving you a new wrench of dismay. “When did I give off that impression?”

“Our first anniversary,” he clarifies hoarsely. “We ate pizza on the couch, remember?”

You do, you even remember the Disney movie he had rented as a cheeky nod to time you two first flirted. The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

“I always wonder why you said yes to my proposal in the first place,” he said after taking a bite from his pizza slice. It had been a year since getting married, Hunnigan was the one to point out to him. Apparently, she was proud of herself due to the fact that she was the one to introduce you two.

“I thought of Cathy and what she would’ve said to me,” you said, watching the animated Quasimodo sing his heart out to the town below him.

“What would she have said?”

“That it is ridiculous and maybe I should say yes.”

“So, you thought of what Cathy would’ve said to you getting married but not your family?”

You turned your head to him, ready to get vulnerable. “Cathy was family to me.”

“I didn’t know you two were that close.”

“Yeah, we met when we were roommates back in college. She urged me to change majors and follow her path.”

“To become an agent?”

“No, she was the one who always wanted to be a special agent. I didn’t know what to do at first but somehow ended up working alongside her.”

“What were you studying before?”

“I was studying to become a nurse. Kind of in my sister’s path, she’s a doctor.”

He scratched his nape, looking ashamed. “I believe I never asked that before, sorry about that.”

You elbowed his side after taking a sip of your drink. “Yeah, you better be sorry for not knowing what your sister-in-law does for work.”

He rolled his eyes upon your teasing. “Were they supportive of you changing majors? Your family, I mean.”

“My family’s always been small. It’s just me and my mom and sister. Dad’s never been in the picture. He left when I was a few months old. My mom raised us herself. And yes, she would support anything I did. She loved Cathy because she would make me do things I’d never do myself.”

“Your mom sounds like a great person.”

“She was. She died four days before Cathy did.”

“I’m… sorry to hear that,” he said, much more ashamed than before. You didn’t blame him, the first year of your marriage flew by really fast, with him on duty most of it. Forget sitting down like this to talk, you rarely got any chance to see him.

“Yeah, their deaths being so close fucked me up really bad. We were on mission. My mom was living with my sister then because she was sick. My sister didn’t tell me her condition was even worse than before.”

“Why?”

“Mom knew we were working on something big and begged my sister not to tell me. She thought she’d see me after I was done with the mission. I had a whole fight with my sister about it. I felt betrayed.”

“I think I would, too, in that situation.”

“I was so fucking unprofessional after that. I couldn’t keep on helping Cathy properly. And she—”

“It isn’t your fault.” He shook his head, meeting your gaze in the space between you two on the couch.

“I’m tired of hearing that,” you huffed.

“None of that is on you. It’s the truth.”

“It’s not. I knew the situation was going bad. Cathy tried to make me believe it was not. Somebody else had to be transferred to take my place instead. I insisted but I had to be taken out. That’s when we lost connection to her.”

“How did you know it was going bad?”

“I could tell from her voice. I know her better than I know myself. I failed to get her help. I should have never listened to her.”

“But you couldn’t do that, could you? She clearly gave you wrong intel. You can’t send back-up until—”

“I could’ve made it seem like she requested back-up. That would’ve saved her, exterminated the mission, but saved her. I’d have faced the consequences of my actions sooner or later. If I did that and saved her, she’d be mad at me for years but who cares as long as she’s safe and sound?”

“I get it. I’d also have someone mad at me if it meant they’d be safe.”

“In the end, she died for nothing. The cult she was infiltrating dispersed after they killed her, all fled to different countries. It’s harder to track them down now. They’re everywhere.”

“You follow through with it? It would be impossible to track down each mission.”

“Why do you think I’m in the archives? I have access to mission reports. They don’t think it is bioweapon related, so sometimes they let me see them.”

Esmeralda was dancing along people’s whistles, captivating every man in the square.

“You said Cathy died for nothing but you actually don’t want that to be true.”

Fiddling with your fingers, you said, “Obviously.”

“You’re loyal,” he remarked. “I’m sure she would’ve loved to see her mission completed. Do you ever think of working as an analyst again?”

“Nope.”

From his expression you could tell he wanted an explanation, so you gave him one, “I don’t want to see people get hurt anymore. It’s a dangerous job, you know it. Why are you asking me?”

“No offense, but then why did you agree to marry me knowing I do the same job? If you’re scared of losing someone this much—it just doesn’t make sense to me.”

You sighed, having a hard time thinking where to even start. “You’re going to call me crazy.”

“I would never,” he said, half-jokingly.

“Okay, I really did think what Cathy would tell me to do. I always listened to her, the whole time we got to spend together. She told me what she wanted to do with her life, told me I looked depressed with what I was studying and maybe we should join an academy together. She was larger than life, lit up an entire room with her presence, never spoke ill of someone, liked to help people in any way she could. I’ve always been shy, so she went above and beyond to find me decent blind dates.”

“She sounds wonderful. She was also your matchmaker?”

“In a way, yes. Dragged me to parties with her so I could have some fun.” You gave Leon a smile, recalling Cathy and her antics in your mind, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Nothing sounds crazy so far,” he reassured you.

Finished with your pizza, you dusted off the crumbs into the box and lifted up your knees to sit cross-legged facing him. “I couldn’t keep someone interested in me for more than two dates.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he replied, his eyes traveling up and down.

“No, seriously. This one time, a guy left mid-date, told me he had a phone call, paid for the coffees and just left. I waited there for half an hour. It dawned on me when I couldn’t see his car outside. Didn’t call me after.”

Leon shrugged one shoulder. “His loss.”

You smacked his bicep playfully as a way of thanking him for his compliment. “I only went on these dates because Cathy thought it would be good for me. I had a few fights with my sister about Cathy and her influence on me. She thought I was like her puppet but I genuinely don’t think like that. I told you I knew Cathy like the back of my hand. It was the same for her. Never pushed me to do something I’d be uncomfortable with. Well, I’d feel awkward at times but it would be momentary, I’d learn so much in the long run.”

“That’s a very healthy way of looking at things. I’m still waiting for the part where you think I’d call you crazy.”

“I trusted her judgment because I knew she only wanted the best for me. She’d definitely try to set me up with you if we weren’t so busy all the time,” you said, lips curling into a roguish smile.

His eyebrows shot up, being brazen about it. “Oh, you’re saying I’d have her approval?”

Especially when you keep raking your hands through your hair like that, you wished to say. “Yes, you would.”

“Thank you, that means so much.”

“You didn’t even know her.”

“Well, she means so much to you, I feel honored that you think that way.”

A haze of grief washing over your heart, lungs expanding, you started, “I also… never mind.”

A comforting hand fell on you shoulder, shaking you slightly. “Now you have to say it, don’t leave me hangin'.”

“Here’s the crazy part,” you swallowed dryly. “Whenever I thought of my future, it was always with Cathy. I didn’t even think of getting married. I thought we’d retire together when the time came, she and Allison—her girlfriend—would live next to me. And if they ever had the chance, they’d marry and maybe have kids. I’d look after them like they were my own, be the best aunt. Isn’t it crazy, dreaming of looking after someone else’s kids and not yours? Sometimes I’d lay my head down and imagine myself in a little community, living next door to Cathy and her family, growing my own vegetable garden—though I don’t know the first thing about gardening but I’d learn! I would also grow pretty flowers and give them out to anyone who decided to come over. Go to the bakery in the morning, greet everyone on the way and grab my breakfast fresh out the oven. I’d get so fat! Eating baked goods every day, sounds like heaven to me.”

“Indeed.” With a fond smile on his face, he took of his hand from your shoulder and fully turned to you, bending one leg up on the cushions. “I don’t think I met an Allison at the funeral, was she there?”

“She was,” you said, remembering the painful conversation you had with her. “She arrived really early and left before anyone from work came.”

“What happened?” he asked, noticing you ripping skin off your fingers just like you had been doing during that day.

“I tried to talk to her. She told me I was a liar and walked out—” Leon interrupted your chain of thoughts by taking your hand, preventing you from damaging your fingers further. “I couldn’t keep my promise to her. It’s awful. I told her before the mission that it was going to be okay, we’d done this with Cathy many times and I’d make sure to keep her in one piece.”

Your other hand had a death grip on your knee, nails digging and leaving indents to keep yourself grounded. “They tortured Cathy while she was captive. She died because she refused to give them any information.”

Leon seemed like he didn’t want you to continue, placed your hand in his as though he was reading your palm and started to fidget with your gold wedding band on your ring finger. “Tell me more about that dream of yours. I bet you wouldn’t even install normal ceiling lights in your house. It’d just be little lamps everywhere.”

Giggling, you said, “Yeah! I’d be that auntie that collects little trinkets and displays them all around her house. I’d learn how to knit and make so many ugly sweaters for God knows anyone.”

“So, no partner living with you? Just you with your trinkets?”

“There’s so many types of love and I just didn’t see myself in a romantic one. It just happened that I never pictured myself alone. That’s it.”

His hands slipped away after your raw confession, broad back straightening, appearing tensed up. Yet again, you couldn’t make out what his expression meant.

Esmeralda was now singing a hymn, Quasimodo staring at her in admiration from the shadows.

“I talked so much today, now’s your turn. I feel embarrassed that you know my abysmal attempts at finding love. How about you, Leon? You got any embarrassing stories that you can tell?”

His answer was quick and mischievous, “Yeah, this one time this lady just got up and left me at the bar. In the middle of an argument.”

You pursed your lips and bumped on his knee on the cushions, restraining a laugh you know he’d get satisfaction out of. “Don’t piss me off, that wasn’t even a date.”

“I had a girlfriend when I was twenty-one, she broke up with me before I started working as a cop.”

“That’s so long ago and not that embarrassing if I’m being honest,” you sniffed at him.

“I already told you about how I thought I’d marry her. I really believed my first ever relationship would live to see its future.”

Offering him a new perspective, you explained, “Well, technically it did, it just wasn’t a bright one.”

“Pshh,” he scoffed, turning to the TV, stretching before bending his arms behind his head. “Wait—you’re telling me I’m the only long-term guy you had?”

His late light-bulb moment pulled a chuckle out of you. “Turning it back to me again, okay. No, I did date a guy for nearly one year. And before you ask, he said I worked too much and wasn’t fun.”

Leon’s face scrunching as if he just ate something sour, he blurted out, “Where do you find these types of guys? Did Cathy set you up with this asshole?”

“No, actually, I found him myself.”

“Is he the one who made you think you’re not fun to be around?”

You were left stumped, unable to think of any answer.

“What? If he is, I disagree with him.”

“You only say that because I go along with your corny jokes.”

“Yeah, that’s the only reason,” he chimed sarcastically.

Quasimodo was saving Esmeralda from the burning stake, the sign that the movie was about to end.

“Your dream,” he cleared his throat. “I could just picture it like a happy ending to a Disney movie. You know, they all have happy endings. Besides, I don’t think you’re insane for wanting a happy, peaceful life.”

“What’s insane about it is that I even imagined myself dying before Cathy. Getting buried before I got to bury her. I’ve never thought I’d live the day she wouldn’t, yet here I am… I wrote an entire script for the rest of my life in my mind, that’s why I spiraled down and down and down when it was not possible to play it out anymore. So, I stopped. It wasn’t healthy for me to continue obsessing over my ruined happy ending. I decided to live in the present. Write as I live on. Be more like Cathy, hopefully.”

There was little beer left in his can but he raised it anyway. “In the loving memory of Cathy Donovan, then.”

“I don’t have any drink left,” you gasped, lifting your can. “Cathy, I’m so sorry, you deserve the fruitiest of Martinis.” If Cathy was there, she would’ve laughed like a hyena, found it hysterical that you managed to call her fruity given the context.

After the honorary toast, Leon leaned back and intertwined his hands on his stomach, eyes fixed on the TV screen where Phoebus and Esmeralda were passionately kissing.

“The novel’s ending was not family friendly, I guess,” you mocked.

“I haven’t read it.”

 “If you’re planning on reading it, my lips are sealed.”

“Don’t know if I have the time. I don’t mind, tell me.”

“It’s painfully sad. Esmeralda gets hanged, Quasimodo pushes Frollo from the cathedral tower in grief and rage. That’s the moment he realizes he’s lost everyone he’s ever loved. He also refuses to let go of Esmeralda, starves himself holding on to her dead body in her grave. Years later, an excavation group finds their intertwined skeletons and when they try to separate them, Quasimodo’s bones crumble to dust.”

“Now that’s vile.”

Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart Baby, bang it up inside I'm not wearing my usual lipstick I thought maybe we would kiss tonight

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

—Washing Machine Heart, Mitski

“How would I know I’d end up here?” you ask him, voice shaking. “We didn’t promise each other anything, so I didn’t have any hope.”

You want nothing more than to ask him about the teddy bear keychain he has in desk drawer, why he holds onto it, ask whether you should be relieved that it no longer has a key attached to it.

There is that gut feeling, clawing at your churning stomach, that tells you he has someone. Someone else who knows him better than you, who is a better match to him, who makes him happier.

Someone he loves.

“But we had sex, it made me question everything and I’ve come to the conclusion that we were both lonely and weren’t thinking straight. You acted like it didn’t change anything, it almost made me go crazy. Please say something so I can finally understand, Leon,” you cry out.

“I don’t regret it,” he declares. “I don’t regret what we did. And I know how we started this marriage, I assumed it would always be the same after you told me your feelings.”  

“I admit I’m hard to be with.” Your head hangs to the side, brows furrowed. “It’s hard for me to trust someone as much as I trusted Cathy. I’m sorry it took two years for us to be candid with each other. I used to be laidback about who I slept around with before. Now, I don’t know, I think twice about how I should touch you, talk to you. I used to think romantic love was not for me, so I wasn’t worried when you proposed because you didn’t expect it. I thought it wasn’t for people like us.”

“But you are capable of love,” he emphasized. “I know you are. You’re so good to me all the time. You stay up all night worrying when I’m not home, cook food for me despite your hatred for it, remember the smallest things and help me out, talk to me when I can’t sleep. I can’t even repay you for any of it and you still continue to be good to me. See, you’re speaking in a way that’s making me think there’s a chance that you love me and I still can’t say it back.”

Your silent tears unsettle him, this is the first time you let him see you cry. He has heard it before, the soft sobs and small chokes at night when you didn’t know he was awake.

You sniffle, “I know you’re capable of it, too, Leon. If the reason you can’t say it back to me is what I think it is, you definitely are.”

You quickly wipe your tears with the back of your hand when he asks, “What do you mean?”

“There is someone, right? You love them.”

His silence speaks volumes and it becomes your acceptance.

“Don’t let this thing between us hamper it, okay? I’m fine with it. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to keep up the faithful husband act.”

“Jesus,” he howls. “Just how terrible do you think I am? This thing between us is our fucking marriage. Not some situationship. Although I can’t make you think otherwise because you refuse to. I’m only gonna say this once, okay? I respect you enough to not sleep around behind your back.”

“Thank you, Leon, but I’m saying it doesn’t matter. None of it matters.” You take both of his hands, wanting to remember the feel of him. “You love someone else and it’s okay. You’re better off with them. Hopefully they’re better at love than I am.”

You take off your ring and place it in your palm, caressing it. “I know I probably shouldn’t be asking for this but I got so used to the weight of it on my finger. Can I have it as a keepsake?”

He grips your wrist tightly, grimacing. “What are you doing?”

“This is me letting you go.”

“No.” He shakes his head, voice thick. The way he places the ring on your finger again is a wretched overcompensation for not doing it before. You two didn’t have rings at the wedding and you were the one to place it on your own finger after purchasing them. “You’re running away,” he speaks in a hoarse croak. “Where will you go this time, hm?”

“I’ll resign and move close to my sister.”

His palms are cupping your jaw, fingertips in your hair. Him closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against yours is a way of saying I can love you if you give me time, I know I can.

“Stay,” he whispers, narrowing your whole world down to his warmth and you shudder from it. “Just tell me what you need.”

I need you to love me more, love enough to fill me up till there’s no crack left for me to write happy ever afters that will never come true. I need you to fill me full up, love enough to drown it out. Drown me out.

“Kiss me.”

“That I can do, honey.”

You know perfectly well that you’re selfish for wanting him like this. However, you yearn for the still of his hands on you, the irresistible feel of his skin on yours.

A kiss is placed on your temple, another one on your damp cheekbone, another on your jaw. Your eyes are closed the whole time he moves slow with his kisses. He grazes his nose beneath your ear, bringing you close to the brink of tears again. His hot breath is licking the other side of your face after, pecking the corner of your mouth.

“Scoot,” he says before gripping your waist and tipping you towards his torso. “My back is killing me like this.”

You’re afraid of hurting him with your weight but he insists, pulling you and placing you on his lap, getting you to straddle him, your thighs encasing his on either side. Your face a few inches above his, he tips his head back and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You can see a gash on his shoulder that disappears down his back which you didn’t notice before and you become aware once again that this isn’t the right moment to ask him for this.

“Leon—”

He can tell you’re about to get off him and he shuts you up by pulling you in a crushing kiss, pressing your chest to his with arms around your back so you won’t get away. “Stay here, don’t run away from me,” he says between labored breaths. His fingertips dance on your sides, making the hair on the back of your neck stand. He can probably feel your heart thumping crazy against his chest.

You caress the indent on his chin with your pointer finger, leaning down to kiss it. Leon lets out a delicious sigh, hands feeling up the sides of your thighs.

“Why did you kiss me at the wedding? There was no one to see,” you finally ask.

He lifts an eyebrow, eyes flicking to the side trying to remember it. “The officiant was there. And the photographer.”

You nod and his lips are on yours again, tender this time. He opts to place quick kisses over and over again when he’s done being gentle. A chuckle escapes you when his nose bumps yours.

Fingers drifting under your shirt, he scratches your back up and down with his blunt nails. Any inch of skin he comes across, he kisses. Earlobe, jaw, neck, shoulder peeking through shirt. One hand splaying his fingers on your back, middle finger in line with your spine, right between your shoulder blades, the other one comes up front, lifting the front hem of your shirt. “Take this off.”

He doesn’t move the hand on your back when you’re taking it off, eyes dropping down to meet the new exposed skin. But you feel too naked, even though he’s wearing the same amount of clothes as you. You hug him around his neck, careful not to hurt him, bare chests pressed together.

He clasps the tops of your arms, biting the inside of one bicep.

“Ouch.” You retreat. “Why did you do that?”

“Let me see you.” He tips you backwards after his hand comes up to your nape, your butt slides on his lap, making you sit right on his crotch. He lets out a content hum, not embarrassed of his half hard erection. You cling to his biceps although his hand on the back of your neck is securing you in place.

A kiss is planted to the base of your throat and then to each collarbone. The hand on the front cups the underside of your breast, goosebumps rising on your skin. A wet kiss on the valley of your breasts, his breath cooling it. A low moan from you when he takes a stiff nipple in his hot mouth, finally giving it some attention. He twirls his tongue around it, teasing, before licking it right.

Your hips move involuntarily, rubbing against him through clothes all the while he sucks, kisses, grazes teeth. A jolt of electricity travels down to your core when he switches sides, underwear clinging to your sticky folds. You keen into him, pushing your chest out when he begins to suck a bruise under your breast. Your fingers dig into his scalp, tugging on his damp strands.

You discern his knitted brows and inclined back before tapping his shoulder. “Leon, stop.”

He halts the moment he hears you. The sight of a string of spit connecting his lips to your chest is obscene. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re hurting. You should lay down,” you say while standing up.

His eyes never leaving you, he gets off the bed as well. He seizes you under your arms, picking you up with ease. “See, honey? I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.” He doesn’t let you protest and nips at your bottom lip before sloppily kissing you, tongue claiming every crevice of your mouth.

“No, put me down!” you wail, kicking your feet in the air.

“Okay, okay,” he grins, setting you down on the floor. Your heated cheeks amusing him, he takes your hand and places it on the waistband of his sweatpants. “This is the only thing you need to worry about.”

You decide to be daring and slide your hand down, palming him through layers of clothing. “Fuck,” he huffs, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against yours, big hands pawing at your backside, fondling your ass. Your hand slips past his briefs, touching him without any barriers.

“Oh, just like that,” he encourages you when you pick up a pace. His abs tightening, it doesn’t take long for him to fully get hard. “Ah, wait—”

“Hm?” You look up at him, just holding him in your palm.

“Need to get a condom, be right back.” He squeezes your ass one last time. “You better take everything off,” he teases before stepping away to get to the bathroom.

Second thoughts come rushing to your mind the time he’s undressing and grabbing a condom in the bathroom. Maybe, you shouldn’t do this. It’s only going to make it harder for the both of you. You admitted loving him and he wasn’t able to say it back. But he told you to stay, he needs you, wants what you’re able to give him. And you desperately need to give him all you have, mind and body, even if it means for a short time.

Because you know you will never be able to love like this again.

Your thoughts are interrupted when a packet of condom is thrown on the bed in front of you, hands gathering your hair on one shoulder to return messy kisses to your neck from the back.

Your back meets his pecs, his erection snug between your bare ass cheeks, you sigh softly when his fingers find their way to your clit, making your spine tingle. You hold on to his forearm, clawing at his veins as he gathers your wetness from your entrance, back to circling your bundle of nerves with now soaked fingers. His bandaged hand urges you to spread your legs more before finding place on your throat. He ruts his hips against your ass, breathing loudly while you whine out incoherent sounds.

He groans your name, drawing your attention up to his scrunched face. “You’re so good to me.”

“Leon,” you whimper as he drags two fingers all the way along your slit, pumping them inside. The way you stretch around his fingers distracts him from the rhythm of his hips, making him still. But you crave the friction, arch back your own hips to get him to move again. Your hand winds around and finds his aching hard dick, thumb stroking the precum all over his angry red tip. Your head rolls back over his shoulder and you want nothing more than to properly see.

“Leon, I’m close,” you moan and push his hand away. “I want to see you.”

“Anything you want, honey,” he pants in your ear, tip of his tongue tracing the shell of it.

You crawl to the middle of the bed, endowing him the sight of your glistening slit before laying down on your back, waiting for him to get on top of you. He parts your legs, taking a good look before smearing his tip on your folds, a mix of your wetness and his precum making it extra slippery.

“Please,” you manage to make out, one arm across your chest, another resting on his shoulder.

He rips your arm from your chest and pulls both your wrists above your head. “I said let me see you.”  

He doesn’t let you fuss, fucking up his cock against your clit, allowing himself the bare feel of you for a little while.

He kisses your pout away before retreating to roll the condom on. You hiss as his tip breaches your entrance, legs trying to close on instinct, but he’s laying between them. He gets you used to the feel of him inside before you nod for him to move, slowly at first. Once your back arches and your hips shift, he gets the message to piston his hips faster.

He searches for the right pace just by examining you, what your face does when he tries something new, how your back arches, by the sounds you make. Not too fast, not too slow, he eventually finds an angle you particularly like.

“Too good for me,” he chants whilst thrusting, intertwining his fingers with yours above your head. You notice the absence of his ring but you don’t worry about it because you know he leaves it on his desk when he’s away for a mission, not wanting to lose it.

Your legs hug him around his waist, heels pressing him into you deeper. “Yes, yes, yes…” You keep singing his name when you feel it building up inside.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he grunts, listening to the slaps of skin and your frantic cries of pleasure.

“Good ‘cause I’m so close.”

He takes that as a challenge, making sure you reach your high before him. He watches as you do, walls clenching down on his length, lips chasing his.

He’s cooing in your ear between your gasps, coaxing your bliss out of you. “I know, honey, I gotcha. You can let go.”

Your mouth opening in a silent moan as your orgasm ripples through you, hands trembling in his hold, legs trying to shut, your entire body quivering as you ride it out.

Irregular thrusts of his hips bouncing your breasts in front of him, he nestles his face between them, breathing in your scent. He noses the blossoming mark he left under there and moves slow, dragging it out as much as possible.

He sinks boneless on you, his weight feeling comforting rather than crushing. You embrace him as he softens out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He peels the condom off and lays on you for a while, head between your ribs, trying to catch his breath. You wipe away sweat from his temple, frowning.

“You’ll have to hop in the shower again.”

“Give me a few minutes,” he says, voice muffled and nasal. “And you’re coming with me, too.”

“Leon!” you shriek, playfully slapping his twitching bicep. “You shouldn’t tire yourself more.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I was gonna ask you to wash my back.”

After a few minutes, you drag him in the shower, helping him soap his back. He stands under the hot rain when you’re cleaning yourself with his body wash, eyes and hands wandering, groping here and there. You smack his naughty hands each time, can’t help but giggle. However, he’s tired and sleepy, so he’s only playing.

You offer to change his sheets but he insists on doing it in the morning and tugs your arm to your room, preferring to sleep in your clean sheets. He nearly falls asleep as you blow-dry your hair, waiting for you in the bed.

As soon as you’re snuggled up to him, he tucks you to his chest, chin on your forehead. Soft sighs tickle the crown of your hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” he murmurs, barely audible.

Your pointer finger stops drawing circles on his pectoral muscle. “Mhm?”

“After your mom and Cathy passed away, how did you survive? There has to be a reason.”

“I actually planned to end it all after both funerals. I told myself to just get past that week. It’ll all be over in a week. But there’s my sister. She came with me to help with Cathy’s funeral. Forced me to eat anything she could cook while I lived on autopilot. She was washing my hair in the sink when I realized I can’t leave her behind. It’s just not fair. She has a wonderful husband but a husband doesn’t mean forever— I mean, look at what my mother got. A deadbeat husband who left her with two little kids. My sister doesn’t have any kids. Worst case scenario, her husband leaves her and—”

He retracts abruptly to search your face, hand on your cheek to steer you to him. “So, you wrote a script again. With a sad ending.”

“My sister is my only family left. I don’t want her to live unhappily.”

“Hey, I’m your family, too. Why are you talking like I’m not here?” He presses a long, soothing kiss to your lips. His fingers tip your chin up. “Look at me. What do you have in that mind of yours? What kind of script do you have for us?”

You lie. “I don’t have one.”

He smiles. “Good. Because we’ll write one as we go on.”

(a/n: a very short part 2 will be posted here in a few days, keep an eye out for that. ty for reading!)

PART I | PART II | PART III (finale)

[harpsinfinity]

OPPOSITES ATTRACT - PART VI

→ Fratboy!jock!Chris X nerd!reader (afab, fem)

CHAPTER I→ CHAPTER II→ CHAPTER III→ CHAPTER IV→ CHAPTER V→ CHAPTER VI (current)

→ Taking up his offer, you lend Chris your knowledge. He uses this as an opportunity to get to know you, finding his feelings to become more confusing to the both of you.

→ other characters featured in this chapter: Claire Redfield, Leon Kennedy & Piers Nivans

→ wc: 2.8k

→ notes: I had to unlock all the shakespeare knowledge from my time at school for this one 😭

→ THEMED PLAYLIST

Here we go, a session in the school library. Something entirely new for Chris, what’s even newer for him is the fact he’s carrying textbooks for English literature.

It was already hard enough to get the textbooks from Claire without her getting suspicious of him. Though she probably was.

It was right before the both of them had to leave the house for school, they had exactly five minutes or they'd be late. And it was spent with Chris hot on Claire's tail as he nagged her to let him borrow her textbooks.

“Since when did you study, Chris? And seriously, Shakespeare?”

“C'mon Claire it's just for today!”

He practically begged her until she finally caved in and reluctantly handed over her books from her bag.

“Just…bring them back in one piece.”

She said as she handed him the books, giving up a weird, suspicious look. Claire had never seen her brother pick up a book. Especially English literature.

“Thank you, Claire, I will!”

Chris hollered towards her as he frantically stuffed them in his bag and sprinted out the front door.

The both of you had a free period after lunch, so you'd meet up at the start of it and stay until it was time for classes again.

He really didn't know…anything about Shakespeare. Guess that's why he had you. He wasn't actually taking English literature anyway.

He had a plan; get you talking for long enough, he takes notes then at some point change the subject to something much more interesting; you.

His footsteps echoed off the walls as he was on his way to the school library. For some reason he felt…nervous? His palms were a little clammy and his stomach felt queasy. Though Chris just brushed it off as nervousness to start the upcoming rugby tournament.

The sight of the door with the clear sign ‘library’ on it came into view. Chris took a deep breath, smoothing down his clothes for what seemed the millionth time before he pushed open the door.

His eyes darted around the room, looking over the rows and rows and shelves of books. The room was mostly empty, the library wasn't the most popular place.

Then his gaze landed on you. Waiting patiently for him at one of the desks, books already in front of you. You even had notebooks and multiple types of pens. And you were early.

Of course, you had all this, you were ready. And early; as always.

He stalked over towards you, awkwardly sliding into the seat in front of you, clearing his throat.

You look up, locking eyes with him through the lenses of your glasses.

“Chris.” You acknowledge as usual, sliding over a notebook and pen to him.

“Hey, smarty pants.” Chris greeted you, catching the items before they fell off the table.

“You bring your books?” You ask, watching as he unzips his bag and drops them on the table with a heavy thud.

“Yeah…my books.” He replied, knowing full well they were actually Claire's.

You knew full well too, the girl had the exact same books as the ones in front of the two of you. As well as the initials of ‘CR’ on the inside of the cover. You doubted Chris put his initials in his belongings.

“Right, okay. Let's get started.”

Taking the book on top of the small pile titled: ‘Macbeth’, you flick open the first page of the book. Before looking him square in the eyes, full of seriousness.

You were doing this for free, so you were going to make sure Chris would get the most out of your teachings.

“Get your pen ready,” gesturing to the one beside Chris' hand, he picked it up and opened the notebook.

He still had his plan ongoing: to go deep enough and then get you distracted somehow. So he wouldn't be learning Macbeth for probably over two hours.

“Alright, let's start with themes.” Setting down the book and making it clear you didn't even need them. Your mind was an open book, full of vast knowledge.

“First we have the theme of the supernatural; Lady Macbeth is thought to be a witch. This is shown in Act 1 Scene 5, she is clearly commanding, not asking the spirits to aid her in the murder of King Duncan. Furthermore ....”

Chris listened to your little lecture for what felt ages, he didn't know if time was dragging on or speeding along. His fingers were itching to check the time on his watch; but at the same time if he interrupted you he would…feel bad?

He wasn't supposed to feel bad. In fact, he wasn't even supposed to be learning English Literature. But you looked so much in your element, talking about something you were very much passionate about.

The feeling of admiration bubbles up in Chris' chest, watching as you'd move animatedly. Explaining the themes, plot and characters that you'd memorised in great detail all with practiced ease.

You had him enraptured. He wasn't listening to you lecture, but his eyes were on you. It was the way the locks of your hair framed your face, the way your glasses slid down and perched perfectly on the bridge of your nose; too caught up to adjust them.

This wasn't the sarcastic, witty side of you. This was a different one, the side of you that was passionate and enthusiastic with what you spoke about.

You really did take his mind off of all the stresses he felt: the rugby competition soon, Piers’ multiple interrogations and taunting, upholding his reputation.

It was a breather.

“Chris? Are you listening?”

Your voice snaps him out of whatever trance he was in. He caught himself thinking about you like this…again. He said it before and he'll say it again, he does not like you that way. And of course, neither would you.

“Yes! Yes…I'm listening.” He confirmed, even with the pinkish hue dusting his cheeks right now.

You cross your arms and give him a suspicious look. “Oh, really? What did I just say?”

It was like he was interrogation right now, he knew you'd be upset if he let it out that he wasn't listening to the lecture you were putting effort into. You were trying to help him.

He had to come up with something and fast, using the last thing he remembers you talking about.

“The themes of Macbeth, Y'know?” He chokes out with an awkward chuckle “Supernatural, uhm– traditional gender roles…that stuff.”

You look at him expectantly, with a little ‘hmph’ noise. Seemingly accepting his answer.

“Alright…it appears you were listening.”

Chris nodded “Of…Of course I was.” Responding with a tone that was hopefully convincing enough for you. He cleared his throat, readying to divert your attention away from the lecture you’d droned on about.

“So, smarty pants,” He started off, casually, of course. “What interests you other than…first aid.”

You huffed in amusement, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Reading of course.”

“Ah, studying? You are a real life nerd.”

You give him a weird look at his teasing “Yeah okay, shut up.”

You retort back, although there was no real bite within your words. It made Chris laugh, a smile falling upon his features. He almost looked Handsome.

It shot a little zap of warmth in your heart.

You caught yourself thinking about him like that…again.

“And yourself?” You shoot back, “Or is rugby all you've got?”

Chris scoffed, folding his arms and giving off a mock-offended look.

“No, it's not all I've got, smarty pants.”

“Whatever you say.”

The moment felt light-hearted, like the two of you were in your own little bubble, locked away from the real world.

You'd really seen another side to Chris, one that wasn't full of hubris and over confidence. It was different; not expected from someone like him.

“You're different, y'know.” You spoke, tone nearing quiet while keeping your eyes locked with his.

Chris gave you a quizzical look, quirking a brow as he leaned back in his chair.

“Different how, exactly?”

“You- You're…not like them.”

Not like them. Not like the people who decided to make your school life miserable, not like the people who would find humour in destroying your things, mocking you and insulting you with the most awful things they could think of.

‘Not like them’ You thought.

Chris didn't know what to say; he was aware of what you were referencing. But words failed him at this moment. He wanted to say something meaningful, but he couldn't.

“I…I guess so.”

Was all he could muster. Your words did come unexpectedly for him, but it was true that he'd been treating you differently. Ever since the argument, he'd been shown the errors of his ways by you.

Chris had seen you for more than just a quiet girl who had her nose stuck in a book, an awkward loser. He saw you for a person, just an ordinary girl trying to live her life.

“Come on Leon, I can't be the only one thinking this!”

Piers exclaimed, he was het up about Chris bailing on them for you.

“Piers, you are overreacting. Chris can do as he pleases.”

Leon defended, his voice was calm and managed. He was the one to stay calm, the one to keep the peace. Especially with Claire around, which was right now.

Tucked into Leon's side and holding his hand.

“Overreacting? Am I fuck!” He groans, pacing back and forth back and forth. “How can he seriously be around that bookworm?”

This caught Claire's attention, the tension pinching in-between her eyebrows. She felt compelled to defend you just as much as Leon did.

She liked you, considered you a friend. Just like Chris, Claire saw the real you. She knew you were a good person, someone lovely.

“Why must you talk about her like that? She's done nothing to you.” She spoke firmly, set on the opposing side to Piers.

“Because! She's a fuckin’ loser, and Chris is the opposite!” He exclaimed, as if that was actual logic. “They're not supposed to be together!”

“Now you're just being ridiculous, and quite frankly; an asshole.” Claire shot back, gritting her teeth.

Leon squeezed her hand, a reminder to keep calm; just like him. Even if he was beginning to lose his own rag.

“Piers, please.” Leon tries to reason with him, “She's a nice girl, so what if Chris spends time with her?”

Piers is just having a tantrum at this point, like a small child being denied a sweet before dinner.

“I'm done, I'm fucking done.”

With that, he storms off. Where to? No clue.

Leon runs a hand through his hair, chewing his bottom lip in worry.

“I think he likes her y'know.” Claire interrupts the silence.

“What?” Leon questions, his crystal blue eyes boring into her as he raises a brow and tips his head forward; asking her to continue.

“Chris.” She confirms “He's been seeing her more often, even begged me for my textbooks this morning just so she could tutor him on a subject he doesn't study.”

She lets out a light huff of humour, recalling this morning's scene. The corners of Leon's lips perk up, sharing the humour.

“As opposite as they are, they look good together. Even if they don't know it.” Leon states,

“I see it too.” His partner agrees with him, fingers twined together with his own as she pulls him along down the corridor; presumably to their next class.

. . .

It's a warm summer's day, the skies are clear, the sun is hot. It's also the weekend, time for you to unwind and relax.

And no better way to do so? A trip to your favourite bookstore, of course. It was a quaint little place, in a quiet part of town. The type of quiet where it's hidden away down a few streets away from the main attractions of the town.

You walked along the pavement, bag on your shoulder as you gazed down the familiar streets and houses you'd walked past dozens of times.

It was peaceful, a break from the usual chaos of what was mass studying and constantly watching over a flock of boys slam into each other.

The image of the old little book shop came into view, its traditional stained glass windows displaying the usual books of bestsellers and owner recommendations.

You pushed against the wooden, creaky door. A bell ringing to signal your arrival to the owner; an older woman who gave you a warm smile.

She had seen you browsing in here before, of course she had. You knew one of her regular customers.

Scanning your eyes over the countless books on the shelves, every now and then you'd tug one from its place on the shelf to read the blurb or scan through the first few pages.

Now this was your kind of scene, it had a quiet atmosphere, which people were respectful of. Their voices usually no louder than a whisper.

The scent of the books riddled your senses with feelings of what felt like nostalgia, reminding you of how you'd always pick up some sort of reading material even when you were little. Some things never changed, even with time.

You hadn't been in there long when the ring of the bell echoed once more, turning to eye the new customer.

It was none other than Claire.

The store wasn't massive, so it was easy for her to pick you out. Her face lit up with a smile as she approached you.

“Knew you'd be here.” She teased, gently bumping her shoulder with yours.

“Claire,” You greeted, tone soft and eyes softer through the lens of your glasses “What are you doing here?”

You had only told Claire about the bookshop a handful of times, mainly when she asked what book you had brought to school with you that day.

She took note of what felt like every little detail you told her, storing it in her mind for safekeeping. You appreciated it, really. That she put in the effort with you.

“I'm here for a book, of course.” She replied, making her way to the textbook section with you trailing alongside her.

“I need more English lit books, I don't think I'll get them back from Chris after the little study session you two had.”

You suppressed a snort, her tone exasperated like she was used to Chris' failure to return most things that weren't his.

“I'll bet.”

You couldn't help the rosey hue dusting the apples of your cheeks, thinking back to that moment in the library.

It didn't look like Chris was listening to your teachings; more like admiring what was Infront of him. But…maybe you were just seeing things. You glasses were still scuffed from a new weeks ago after all.

Claire scans the shelf swiftly, before leaning up on her tippy toes to retrieve a replacement to her textbooks. Letting out a groan of exertion when she did.

“I've never seen him come up with excuses to see someone you know.”

You raise a brow, confusion taking on your expression as you question her;

“What? Excuses?”

Claire chortles, nodding, her usual ponytail swishing with her movements.

“Yeah, he doesn't even do English lit.”

You tilt your head to the side, clasping your fingers together behind your back as you rolled on the balls of your feet.

“He doesn't?”

“Have you even been around him? I thought it was clear as day.” She chuckles and shakes her head, as if you'd been told the word ‘gullible’ was written on the ceiling.

“Seriously though, out of all the girls I've seen him around, you're the only one he's made excuses for.”

Your stomach erupted in butterflies, Chris was making excuses for you? Maybe you were right. Chris wasn't just some dumb jock, he was capable of changing.

Maybe it wasn't your ruined glasses, maybe those soft looks he'd thrown your way were real. That small seed of hope that was inside you was beginning to bloom into something beautiful.

You had to ask;

“Really? He's been doing that?” You voice was almost quiet, too quiet. You felt coy for even asking.

Claire nods once more, the textbooks clutched in her hands as she kept her eyes locked with yours. She was being serious with you, Claire didn't lie.

‘Liar’ was not a word you'd use to describe her, at all.

“if you ask me, You two look like you'd be good together.” She returns, smile perking up as she sees your flustered form.

“Think about it, alright?” She finishes off, a gentle pat to your shoulder as she leaves to pay, approaching the cashier with her usual friendliness.

You were left there, swimming in emotions. There was feelings of anxiety, hope, fear. There was also feelings of excitement.

Maybe you could possibly open up to Chris, you already felt like he was beginning to prove himself. You hadn't seen him with another cheerleader or popular girl ever since the scuttle.

Just like Leon said, you'd possibly gotten through to him. Though the outcome of that would only come with time.

For now, you were to focus on your position as a makeshift nurse, as well as the growing relationship with Chris.

[fawnsflowerbed]

This is Leon btw he wears these

[cherryredstarz]

Hi, sweet one! Noticed you write about Leon x reader right now. If you are not busy, can I request headcanon with Leon, where reader is so insecure about his past with Ada. About kiss in Raccoon City and others.

This also often leads to their arguments. So, I would like to know, how Leon gonna handle this sutiation? Some angst and comfort.

Have a nice day ❤️🫶

A/n: of course ❤️! This is the kind of angst that just ROTS in my brain 😊 also THANK YOU FOR FEEDING ME WITH A REQUEST ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I had so much fun writing this!

Jealousy Jealousy!

Cw: Leon Kennedy x fem reader, angst, hurt/comfort, a bit of self deprecation, multiple mentions of Ada Wong, hardcore jealousy, fluff at the end

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You’re jealous, and it’s eating away at your self esteem and confidence. It’s stupid, ridiculous actually, being jealous of a woman you’ve never even seen in person, a woman Leon has had no contact with in years, but it’s hard to have ego when comparing yourself to this sexy, femme fatale that you simply aren’t.

Ada is all sharp and muscle.

You’re all soft and curves.

She has this mysterious, enigmatic aura to her, while you read as a bubbly, open book.

She has this deep rooted history with Leon—having known the softer, more innocent and less jaded man you know.

And perhaps, you share the same affinity for the color red, a reminder that deep down, you wish that you were Ada Wong.

Of course, Leon had noticed this over the past few months—the one-off comments comparing yourself to her that made his heart twist, the way you looked at yourself in the mirror, and the way you looked at pictures of the two of you, eyes glassy, as if you weren’t seeing you, but Ada beside him.

This has been the cause of multiple arguments between the two of you. Leon’s chest hurt, the way you’d break yourself down over the woman he no longer needed, nor wanted. He wants you.

It all came to a crashing head one night when Leon nearly lost it on you.

“I’m not good enough for you.” You mutter.

“Goddamnit!” The yell and slam of hands on the kitchen counter made you jump. Leon looked pissed. “I’m so tired of your self depreciation bullshit!”

His angry tone startled you, and you couldn’t stop the tears that begin to run down your cheeks. You let out a quiet sob, and Leon realizes what he just said. “Baby—wait—”

But you’d already retreated to your shared bedroom and shut the door.

Crawling under the covers and clutching your pillow, your mind screamed at you that you weren’t good enough for him.

You just weren’t her.

You aren’t her.

You aren’t good enough.

Almost an hour later, the bedroom door opened, just a bit. Leon had chosen to give you space.

“Baby?” His voice was soft, and almost unsure.

You don’t answer, trying to contain your sobs and slow your breathing. You feel Leon’s weight make the mattress dip as he sits on the bed.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

You peep your head out from under your blankets, wide eyes.

“There’s my girl.” He murmured softly. You try not to cry as he takes you into his arms.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you.” He apologizes.

You nod quietly, and after a moment, he speaks again.

“Why do you compare yourself to her?”

Why?

“Because Ada is everything I’m not,” you hiccup. “You have all this history together—she’d gotten to know pieces of you I’ll never be able to understand or share. I’m jealous. I don’t have her allure or sass, or any of that.”

“You don’t have to be any of that.” Leon gently runs his fingers through your hair.

“I don’t feel good enough for you.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” Leon insisted gently.

“Yes, Ada and I had something years ago, before I met you. But I’d never trade you for what she and I had. Never. Ada isn’t what I want. You are, and it breaks my heart every day that you think otherwise.” The normally stoic government agent choked up a little. “Ada was never the right person for me. You are. You’re my person.”

His words made you want to bawl.

“B-but—”

“No buts, baby. I love you.” He kissed your forehead.

He tucked you both under the covers. Maybe, deep down, you knew you are enough, boiled under the guise of jealousy.

“You are perfect.” Leon kissed your cheek.

“And you are mine.” He kissed your lips before sleep overtook you both.

[ghosty-writes-23]

After Office Hours. Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: NSFW Content, Established Relationship, !UNEDITED!, Soft!Dom!Leon, Age Gap (both Leon and the reader are in their late 20’s) Taboo Relationship, Professor x Student, Power Dynamic, Pet names (Sweetheart, Darling, Good Girl.) Praise, Protected Sex, Spanking, Fingering, Desk sex.

Pairing: ID!Professor!Leon + Student!Fem!Reader.

Rating: Mature

Summary: Class is now in session....

Word Count: 3.6k

Ghosty's Notes: Hello beautiful people, I am back with other oneshot from the polls results, which I wanted to say a massive thank you to everybody that voted, this oneshot was based off an old JJK oneshot that didn't do so well so if you see a name that isn't Leon's, I'm sorry I have tried to edit it as much as I can and may have missed something.

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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Sunlight filtered softly through the thin almost sheer curtains, painting the bedroom in a warm hue of orange, yellow and gold. The sound of the busy morning traffic people making their daily commutes to morning part time job, classes or even full-time job was almost mute in the cozy upstairs apartment.

Where the only sound could be hear was Y/n faint snores in the bedroom as she slept in soundly and her boyfriend Leon who had just recently showered was downstairs preparing coffee for the both of them, it was quiet and peaceful in the apartment.

Y/n face was buried in Leon’s pillow ever since he had left their shared bed, her hair was a tousled mess from tossing and turning last night as well as Leon playing with it until she feel asleep. Leon always found her ‘messy bed hair’ adorable even when she would whine and protest saying she looked like she had been pulled though a hedge backwards and upside down by her ankle.

“Wake up sleepyhead.” Leon softly whispered as he walked into their shared bedroom, holding a cup of her favourite coffee, Y/n could hear his footsteps coming closer towards the bed causing a soft unintelligible whine to leave her lips as she pulled the blanket over her head in resistance. Leon chuckled at the gesture as he placed the mug of coffee down and gently tugged the blanket down from her face. “there’s my girl, I made your favourite.” Leon says trying to convince her to come out of the blanket and drink her coffee before it gets too cold.

But Y/ was stubborn and kept the blanket over her head. Causing Leon to playfully sigh before a small smirk comes onto his face. “Well since your not going to put the blanket down I guess I will just have to eat the breakfast I made for you downstairs then.” Leon says in a joking manner, but it was enough to get her to drop the blanket. Y/n eyes fluttered open but she quickly squinted them at the brightness of the room.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She mumbled her voice was raspy from sleep, but Leon just chuckled and shock his head but there was still that teasing smirk on his lips. “oh, I will sweetheart.” Leon says causing her to groan and roll onto her side but there was a smile on her face. But soon she sat up in bed and reached over and grabbed the ug Leon had prepared earlier, she took a small sip and hummed softly just the way she liked it.

“Your too good to me, you know that.” y/n said as she sipped her coffee, Leon looked at her with a gentle smile and shook his head. “No Princess I am the lucky one I mean your willing to sneak around another’s back just so we can be together, and I know the last week has been stressful because of exams for you but I want to take care of you even if its as something as little as making you a cup of coffee in the morning.” Leon spoke making Y/n heart swell with affection.

“Your too sweet sometimes.” Y/n says with a small, embarrassed blush on her cheeks but there was some truth in Leon’s words, she had been so busy with exam this week and she had been sneaking around with him since he was her law and criminal justice professor, but soon she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Leon’s voice again.

“now come on, you need to get dressed then I’ll drop you off at the library just before the campus.” Leon spoke and Y/n nodded and pushed the blankets off her body, she grabbed her phone and looked at the time and saw she had a message, she knew it was from her best friend asking if they are meeting at the library before class because she needed Y/n help with some homework, since both of them had a few classes before Leon’s in the afternoon. After replying to her best friend’s message, she made quick work of getting dressed and gather her books for classes.

*Later that Afternoon.*

The Lecture hall way buzzing with chatter and laughter as student’s talked about what they plan on doing in this weekend, who’s frats were throwing parties and gossiping about who slept with who or any other drama that was circling around the campus this week, As Y/n shuffled into her seat she let out exhausted yawn as she sat down on the padded seats at the front, the lack of restful sleep had been starting to take effect, she was nearly falling asleep in her last class but that was because it was really boring, but it was a class her best friend convinced her to try at the start of the semester.

At least she knew Leon’s class was going to be chill hopefully because she don’t know if she could take any more formal writing after writing the 10k paper on how the criminal justice system works and analyzing policies and legislations, she had even tried to sweeten the deal with Leon to just give her a passing grade, but being the gentlemen he was he declined and told her she could do it and helped her.

Just as Y/n was grabbing her textbooks for class a coffee cup was slid over to her; she could smell the bitter coffee and sweet sugar. “You look like shit.” Her best friend comments causing Y/n to cringe ever so slightly because she knew she did, she had her hair in a bun and was wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of Leon’s sweatpants,  since she had ran out of clean clothes and couldn’t be stuffed going back to her apartment this morning. “I know.” Y/n agreed with her as she tried to get comfortable in the lecture hall padded seat, once she was comfortable she placed her hand on her chin and sipped her coffee.

Leon walked in soon after, today he was wearing his dark navy-blue suit set with an undershirt, he looked smart yet there was something undeniably sexy about seeming him in a suit. Y/n could hear some of the females in her class whispering about Leon, wondering if he was single or even married.

Sipping her coffee Y/n couldn’t help smirk slightly as Leon stepped up to the front podium, the summer afternoon sun filtered though the floor to celling windows giving the lecture hall a warm orange, yellow an golden hue that reminded her of when the leaves changed in autumn, she really missed the colder seasons.

“good Afternoon class.” Leon addressed the classroom, his voice cutting though the chatter and gossiping, most of the students started to settle while some where chatting in hushed whispers at the back of the class, most of the students gave him there full attention while there where a few like Y/n’s best friend that was mindlessly drawing in their notebooks, others were trying to make it look like they were listening when in reality, they were fighting against zoning out and class had only just began.

“Today we will be reviewing the last assignment I gave out, because it seemed like somebody people didn’t understand the assignment or didn’t even try.” Leon says causing some of the students to groan, even Y/n could feel a headache coming on at just the thought of the last assignment, Y/n spent most of the class spacing out to distracted by Leon to even really focus, the way when the sun caught his skin giving it a warm glow, or when he used his arms to further explain his point.

She was too busy staring at his forearms or listening to his voice to even really be paying attention, he could be explaining the store receipt to her, and she would hang off his every word like a puppy listening to its owner for a treat, but soon she was soon snapped out of her thoughts when she felt something tap her nose, snapping her train of thought and she looked up and saw Leon with a rolled up piece of paper. “Miss y/l/n zoning out are we, are my classes really that boring?” Leon asked with a slightly teasing tone and with a raised eyebrow, you couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment.

“Sorry Mr. Kennedy.” Y/n says with an embarrassed blush and she sank back in her chair as she could hear some of the girls giggling behind her, even her best friend. “See me after class in my office.” Leon said and Y/n gulped slightly and nodded her head. “Yes sir.” She said quietly as Leon went back to teaching the class and Y/n wished the ground would open up and swallow her.

*After Class In Leon’s Office.*

After saying goodbye to her best friend after class since she was heading to her part time job at the local diner, Y/n wanted to try and catch her before her shift finished she loved the black forest cake that the owner always makes. Reaching Leon’s office Y/n took a deep breath before she reached up and knocked on the oak door and waited for permission to enter his office because he would have a other student or a member of staff in there, Once she heard Leon’s voice telling her to enter, Y/n quickly entered the office and closed the door behind her.

“Lock the door.” Leon spoke as the door clicked softly closed, Y/n nodded her head and turned the lock and a soft click rang out through the dimly lit office, the only light that was-on-was Leon’s desk lamp. He beckoned her over and Y/n slid her bag off her shoulders and placed it on the couch by his door before walking over to him, her feet gently padding against the hardwood floor. Once she was within reach Leon gently tugged her closer so she was straddling his thigh.

“What had my baby so distracted today hmm?” Leon asked with a small teasing but loving smile, Y/n couldn’t help a small whine leaving her throat as she is reminded of what happened earlier today. “I know I know I’m sorry.” Y/n said before she rested her forehead on his shoulder, a shiver ran down her spine as she felt his touch as he gently caressed his back. “are my lecture’s really that boring?” he asks as he gently grabs her chin with his thumb ad index finger, Y/n could hear the playfulness in his tone and it caused her to roll her eyes.

“Maybe I should punish you, since you seem to be acting like a little brat.” Leon says smoothly as his voice dropped a few octaves deeper, as his hand trailed down from her back and to her hips then to her thighs before he grabbed the side a gentle squeeze through her sweatpants as a playful warning. “I’m sorry I spaced out in your lecture Leon.” Y/n said as she bumped her forehead against his as she tried to cute her way out this punishment, but she knew it was fruitless.

“Over my lap sweetheart.” Leon says causing Y/n to pout slightly, but she did as she was told and moved so now she was laying across Leon’s lap. She felt his hand gently massaging her ass through her sweatpants before carefully tugging them down to her mid-thigh, revealing her black lacy strappy thong. “it was the only clean pair of underwear I had at your place.” Y/n weakly protested as she felt him gently tugging on the top of panties causing them to ride up against her ass.

“And it just so happened to be the black lacy ones.” He says as he rubs his hand over the soft skin of her ass cheek, just before she was going to say another weak protest his hand came down on her ass with a firm but careful spank causing her to gasp in surprise and slightly buck her hips against his. “Count sweetheart.” Leon spoke as he rubbed his hand the pink handprint mark that was forming on her ass, as if he was trying to sooth the stinging.

“One.” Y/n said in a soft breath as the stinging in her ass cheek was slowly subsiding now, well that was until she felt another spank against her ass, causing her to grip the edge of his pants in her hands. “Two.” She called out softly this time a little more breathless, she could hear Leon humming to himself as she repeated the same soothing motion as before. “Such a good girl for me.” He softly praised before he softly lifted her chin and kissed the top of her forehead, the kiss causing a purr of affection to leave her lips.

“just a couple left princess, you okay.” Leon asked concern clear in his voice, it made her heart flutter at his concern for her wellbeing and safety. Y/n nodded her head giving Leon a small and reassuring smile, she knew he was punishing her for a reason and he has never spanked her more than 5 times, she would be a good girl and take them because she wanted to be his good girl. When the third spank came her grip on his pants tightened more, the stinging was a little more painful this time since the area felt as if it was already starting to bruise.

“Three.” Y/n called out this time a bit more pained then before, Leon must of noticed this because instead of rubbing to sooth the stinging he leant down and placed a soft kiss on the bruise that was forming on her ass. “Color?” Leon asked Y/n knew Leon never actually want to hurt her or frighten her, he wanted her to feel loved, safe and comfortable in his presence, and that just made her love him even more than she already did.

“Green.” Y/n says with a small smile before he spanked her over cheek causing a soft hiss of pain to leave her lips. “Four.” She says through her teeth before she gently tugged up and Leon peppered kisses all over her face, forehead, cheeks and lips as he knew she was at her limit even if she wouldn’t admit it.

“Such a good girl for me darling taking your punishment so well.” He praised her and before she could get a word out, she felt his middle finger and ring finger start to gently tease her folds, causing Y/n to catch her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle the soft mews that were begging to leave her lips at the pleasure she was feeling. “Leon, please.” His name fell from her lips like a sweet plea for more, she could feel her walls clench around nothing as she was aching for his touch, she wanted his fingers inside her, she needed him to touch her.

“Well since you took your punishment so well sweetheart.” Leon says before sinking those same two fingers inside her warm and wet silk walls, a soft groan like growl leaving his lips as he realized how wet she was, a mew like moan left her lips at the stretch of his fingers but it was soon muffled by Leon’s spare hand covering her mouth.

“Quiet love there are still some professor’s here.” He whispers softly as he slowly worked his fingers in all the right spots that could make her eyes roll back in her head, from the hours he spent exploring her body behind closed doors. Y/n nodded her head as she moaned into his hand, her eyes fluttered closed as she was melting at the sensations and her thighs started to tremble ever so slightly. Her back arched when she felt him use his thumb to gently rub circles on her clit.

She was melting under his touch and she could feel her climax fast approaching, but quickly she moved his hand away from her mouth, causing him to stop what he was doing in fear he was hurting her or making her uncomfortable. “What’s wrong? And I hurting you?” Leon asked worriedly but Y/n shook her head as she was breathing heavily. “No, I just want you inside me as I come.” Y/n said with burning cheeks and the request made even a small color flush on Leon’s face.

Leon cleared his throat and she could feel how hard he was through his pants, since his cock had been poking her in the stomach since he started spanking her. “There is a condom in my middle draw in a small tin.” Leon said as he tried to adjust himself, Y/n nodded her head and reached over to the middle draw and pulled it out, inside was a few files of paperwork and up and coming homework which Y/n knew was going to give her headache, but she didn’t think of that right now.

When she found the small tin, it looked like a small first aid kit with band aids in them and maybe some Panadol not condoms. “And what is a professor doing with these in his desk.” Y/n asked him with a slight tease in her voice, to which Leon gave her bruised ass a spank causing a stinging spark to run up her back, but she just playfully rolled her eyes and handed him one of the condom packets.

Y/n got up on Leon’s desk not caring about the files ad paperwork that where under her body, she heard Leon hiss softly the cold office air hit his cock as he unbuckled his belt, his cock sprang free with a small bead of precum on his tip.

“You might want to close your mouth princess; you might catch flies.” Leon now teases her causing a deeper blush to color her cheeks, she looked away but she could hear him chuckling before a soft gasp left her lips as she felt Leon’s tip gently poke her entrance, both of their bodies shuddering in pleasure.

“You ready Darling?” Leon asked her and she nodded her head and wrapped her legs around his waist, he reached down and grasped his cock, before lining it up and slowly and carefully pushing inside.

A sweet cry of pleasure left her lips as her hips arched off Leon’s desk, his cock stretching her out perfectly like it always does, her hands went to grip his shoulders but he pinned both of her arms above her head, caging her between his desk and his body.

“Quiet Sweetheart.” Leon shuddered as he was trying to stay quiet as well, but he was having as much trouble as she was. Y/n bit her bottom lip hard nearly enough to draw blood. But one of Leon’s hand came up to her mouth to muffle her moans so she won’t hurt herself.

Y/n couldn’t believe what was really happening, she was getting fucked by her boyfriend in a nearly headlock against his desk, and who also happens to be her Law and criminal justice professor, it also felt like a fever dream and that she didn’t want to wake up.

“you close darling I’m not going to last long.” Leon groaned as he rested his forehead on your shoulder, you nodded your head against his hand, you knew she weren’t going to last long either as her thighs where trembling around his waist. “Yes.” Y/n choked out in between her moans; her head was feeling foggy. “Cumming.” she cried out as she let out a hitch pitch squeal like moan and came around Leon and she felt him soon follow spilling into the condom.

After a couple minutes of them both breathing heavily but there was a smile on each of their face, Y/n reached up and gently cupped his cheeks and pulled his face to hers pressing a soft kiss to his lips, to which he returned with equal softness before breaking the kiss and leaning up to place a kiss on her forehead. “you okay, I wasn’t too rough.” Leon asked as he slowly pulled out causing a soft hiss to leave Y/n’s lips and then she suddenly felt empty.

“No you were perfect as always, but I don’t think I can feel my legs.” She say with a small laugh and even Leon chuckled slightly as he tied a knot in the used condom and tossed it onto the bin. “Well, why don’t we get dressed and I’ll take us back to my place and I’ll cook us some dinner.” Leon suggested causing Y/n smiled and nod her head and noticed he was fully dressed and only had messy hair and a slightly flushed face.

Now Y/n wasn’t with Professor Kennedy but her boyfriend Leon who made her heart race as he treated her like a princess making her always feel loved and cherished, not her professor that made her want to rip out of her hair because she has to read 5 pages of boring legislations for a stuipd assignment, She liked this Leon more.

“can you help me get dressed.” Y/n asked him, and he nodded his head and grabbed his sweatpants she had been wearing today and slowly pulled them up her hips then bent down to pick her up bridal style, he had her backpack over his shoulder.

Y/n rested her head on his shoulder while he walked out of his office and locked it behind them both, Y/n couldn’t wait to get to his place and have some food, watch some TV and maybe even go for round 2….

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[senawashere]

do you write for male!reader? if so could i request rookie leon having a mayor crush on his co-worker the reader?

Uniforms and Other Distractions

Rookie!Leon S. Kennedy x Male!Reader

A/n: Omg why not?! I tbh never wrote for male reader but this ones for you anon,thank you for requesting!! So here it is!!

Warnings: Slight smut so MDNI and coworkers to lover hahaha

The Raccon city police department didn't look like the kind of place dreams started. Fluorescent lights buzzed slightly overhead, yellowing around the edges; someone’s half-eaten sandwich had already claimed space in the communal fridge. But that didn’t matter to Leon. Because you were there.

You were sitting at your desk when he first walked in, half-turned toward the hallway, nursing a cup of coffee and lazily thumbing through a file. You didn’t look up right away, but when you did, your eyes swept over him slowly—curious, assessing. And then you smiled. Not big. Just a twitch at the corner of your mouth, like a secret joke only you were in on.

He felt it like a jab under the ribs.

Leon wasn’t sure if you were aware of the effect you had on people. Maybe you were. You had this easy confidence, the kind that made others want to lean closer without knowing why. You spoke softly, never rushed, never over-explained. You listened. That alone made you stand out.

Leon had always blamed the uniform.

Because every time you walked past him in it, with that confident stride and rolled-up sleeves, something in his brain short-circuited. He forgot how to talk, how to breathe, how not to stare at your hands when you cleaned your gun. Rookie mistake, he guessed—getting a crush on his way-too-attractive male coworker.

At first, it was just looks. Quick glances. Then it became lingering conversations in the locker room, subtle shoulder touches when you passed by, teasing smiles that lingered too long.

There were moments like that. Small, unspoken ones. When your arm would brush his as you passed him in the hallway. When you'd pause behind him at the shooting range, lean in slightly to adjust his grip, breath ghosting warm against his neck. His heart always stuttered. You had to know. Right?

But if you did, you never pushed.

Leon would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, replaying those quiet touches in his head like puzzle pieces he didn’t know how to fit together. Sometimes he imagined what your hand would feel like against his jaw, what you’d sound like whispering his name in the dark. He told himself it was just a crush. That it would pass.

It didn’t.

It got worse.

Especially on the night you came over.

You had offered to help him look over some case notes—nothing formal, just two coworkers doing their job off the clock. You brought takeout and beer. Wore a black hoodie over your uniform pants like it was nothing, like you hadn’t just casually walked into his apartment looking unfairly good.

Leon tried to focus on the paperwork, he really did. But you were stretched out next to him on the couch, your thigh pressed lightly against his, reading aloud in that smooth, low voice of yours, occasionally pausing to toss him a smirk whenever he got flustered.

“I’m not distracting you, am I?” you asked, clearly knowing the answer.

Leon laughed nervously. “Not at all.”

Lie.

You were watching him now. Your head tilted, gaze heavy—not teasing anymore, just there, like you were waiting for him to catch up to something you’d already decided.

Leon looked down at your hand. It was resting on your thigh, relaxed. Close enough to reach.

“I, uh…” he started, breath hitching.

You didn’t move. “Yeah?”

“I think I have a problem,” he said quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

Your tone stayed even. “Tell me.”

His eyes flicked up to meet yours. “Every time I’m around you, I forget how to be normal. I can't think straight, I—”

You didn’t let him finish.

You leaned in, slow, patient, letting him pull away if he wanted to.

He didn’t.

When your lips touched his, it wasn’t fireworks. It was fire. Controlled. Focused. Deep. His hand instinctively grabbed your hoodie, pulling you closer. Your thumb brushed the side of his face, grounding him, guiding him. He whimpered softly into your mouth, embarrassed by the sound but too far gone to care.

When you pulled back, your forehead rested gently against his.

“I was wondering how long you were gonna make me wait,” you murmured, smiling against his lips.

Leon’s breath was shaky. “Chris is gonna kill me.”

You pulled back slightly, eyes searching his. “Because I’m a guy?”

He shook his head. “Because I like you this much and he told me not fuck your cooworkers cause it gets messy.”

You kissed him again, deeper this time. Less hesitation, more heat.

And neither of you noticed the case files slipping to the floor.

Leon hadn’t expected your hands to be so gentle.

You moved slowly, your touch steady, your mouth tracing quiet promises across his skin. He was lying beneath you now, flushed and open in ways he didn’t think possible, his chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted up five flights of stairs.

Your fingers slid under his shirt, and when he tensed, you paused.

“Is this okay?” you whispered.

He nodded, too breathless to answer.

You lifted the fabric up carefully, as though undressing him was something sacred. He shivered at the chill of the room, but mostly from the heat of your gaze. You looked at him like you meant it. Like you’d been waiting for this just as long.

“You’re shaking,” you said softly.

Leon let out a nervous laugh. “I—I’ve never done this before. With a guy, I mean.”

You smiled, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “You don’t have to perform. Just feel.”

And god, did he.

Your hands roamed his body like you were mapping him, memorizing each tremble, every sigh. The kisses were slow at first—neck, collarbone, down his chest—until he was arching toward you, mouth parted, whispering your name like a secret.

He wasn’t thinking about RPD, or his reputation, or Chris Redfield.

He was thinking about your lips. Your hands. The weight of your body over his. The quiet “fuck” he whispered when you finally pushed against him and he realized how badly you wanted him too.

It was messy, breathy, warm. And afterwards, when he curled up against you, skin still buzzing, heart finally calm—he didn’t feel nervous anymore.

He felt safe.

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The next morning Leon wasn’t fully awake yet when someone banged on his apartment door.

He groaned, still tangled in the bedsheets and your limbs. You rolled over, pressing a soft kiss to his bare shoulder, voice husky from sleep.

“You expecting someone?”

“No,” Leon mumbled.

Another knock. Harder this time.

“LEON, OPEN UP. IT’S CHRIS.”

Leon shot upright.

“Shit. Shit. He’s gonna kill me.”

You sat up too, unfazed, stretching lazily. “Want me to hide under the bed or something?”

Leon panicked. “No—but—God, yes—maybe—I don’t know!”

You were laughing now, grabbing your shirt off the floor as Leon scrambled to pull on sweatpants. He opened the door just enough to peek out, hair a mess, face flushed.

Chris looked him up and down. Then glanced past his shoulder.

And froze.

Because there, very visibly behind Leon, was you. Shirtless. Still laying in the bed. Smiling like this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Morning, Redfield,” you said, raising your voice slightly in greeting.

Chris blinked.

Then blinked again.

Then turned to Leon with a face like he was trying very hard not to laugh—or scream.

“So… this is why you’ve been walking around like a lovesick puppy.”

Leon’s ears went bright red. “Chris—listen—I can explain—”

Chris held up a hand. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

Leon winced.

Then Chris added, under his breath: “At least he’s hot.”

Leon choked. "What?!"

Chris smirked and walked off. “I said nothing. Tell your boyfriend I expect him to cover for your ass if you're late for briefing again.”

Leon closed the door slowly.

Turned to you.

And collapsed onto the bed with a groan.

You kissed his temple.

“I think that went well.”

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Later that day Leon sat with his head resting on your chest, your fingers brushing through his hair while something stupid played on the TV.

“I still can’t believe you kissed me first,” he mumbled.

You grinned, tracing lazy circles on his back. “Yeah, you were taking forever.”

He smiled, eyes fluttering closed.

For once, nothing about the moment felt like too much.

It felt just right.

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Hihihi i hope you will like it anon! Keep requesting thats the only way you can make me write😭

No pressure tags: @shinigamigloss @writingwisterias

[javierssombrero]

── .✦ 𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

this was written with a fem reader in mind but im pretty sure it can be read as any, re4 leon intended but theres some older leon sneaks too

warnings: mention of death, idk this isnt very happy and fluffy but its not angst?

• to be honest, i dont see leon wanting kids. he'd be way too scared to mess up, plus with his job, he wouldn't even see the poor child enough. also, with his drinking problem later on, it'd be quite hard to get pregnant with his babies. but even if it wasn't, he'd only really be up for it in his later years. re4 leon? absolutely not.

• and if we're forreal, it'd take proper work to get into a relationship with him in the first place. with adas whole manipulation thing, hes a lot more closed off and wary. him and his trust issues would take months to finally get around. i imagine he'd like you back, but he'd either convince himself he's delusional and you're manipulating him or he'd simply not act on it for your safety.

• his love languages are quality time and physical touch. i dont even need to elaborate but i will. quality time ofc bc he hates going on his damn missions and absolutely savors every second he spends with you, afraid that it may be the last. after around two years of dating he even followed you to the bathroom once after a 2 month long mission. physical touch is pretty much because he doesn't want to forget your warmth, and he needs to keep you safe at all times. he holds your hand in public, glares at men who stand a bit too close on the bus, anyone who gives off vibes that he doesn't like gets his stare. you're his top priority.

• he has horrible nightmares, and ever since you got together, sometimes he has nightmares of you. of you in danger, of you leaving him, anything that involved the loss of you. he wakes up in a cold sweat every time, once he even cried at a vivid dream of you dying in his arms. pls comfort him he rlly needs it

• he has no style. he's very boring when it comes to clothes, his closet is just plain colored tshirts and three pairs of the same jeans. he wears expensive brands because the quality makes them last years, but honestly, you cant even tell. he's not really into jewelry, but you got him a chain once and he wears it everyday — even to sleep. other than that, he was one pair of shoes and one pair of boots. he finds shoe collections a waste of money.

• his music taste varies. he does like old bands from the 90s though, especially older leon. with re4 leon, he doesn't even have the time to relax and listen to music. whenever you ask him his favorite song, he just says he doesn't have one, because he doesn't. although sometimes he likes to turn the radio on while he's driving at night to quieten the... thoughts.

• zombie movies with him are obviously a no. action movies are also a no go, but he complains whenever you want to watch a romcom. movie night is difficult to arrange.

a/n: im actually nervous to post this bc its quite boring but thats honestly it bc i have no more ideas, i might make a part2 if i get any!! thanku for reading and byebye!! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)