leonkennedysloverboy

[leonkennedysloverboy]

“Southbound.”

MDNI! synopsis: Leon comes home from a long day with the “stench of battle.” rather than being fully bothered, you find yourself wanting more. established relationship - oral m receiving. submissive! leon. re2r in mind. // crossposted to ao3

cw: scent kink? possibly.

“Get off! You reek.” You pushed Leon away, who had no plans of letting you go. A long day doing God knows what. He smelt of a strong musk. Sweaty and grimy. He whined, pouty like a puppy. “C’mon, I missed you.” He kissed your cheek. “Lemme love on you?” He hummed, trailing those kisses down your jaw. “Not until you get a shower!” You fuss. (only made him laugh.)

“God, Leon.. What did you get up to today?” You squirmed, yet his arms only tightened around you. You wanted a fresh smelling boyfriend that came home, not this. You’d put up a real fight, if not for his enthusiasm. The hard outline through his cargos made it difficult to want him gone. He didn’t try to hide it either.

“Mm .. Nothing a sweet girl like you needs to worry about.” He mumbled against your jaw, a sweet sound once he nuzzled against your neck. You’d be lying if you said his natural aroma didn’t make you feel something.

Pheromones? You didn’t know. Whatever it was, it made you feel all sorts of dizzy. “Mmhm .. You missed me too?” You squirmed, making him gasp a little. Leon was like a teenager with you. He got excited at the mere sight of your face.

“How’d you know?” He pulled away to look at you with a teasing smile. You really wanted to knock him around sometimes. “How’d I know? .. Oh, You’re awful.” You laugh. “Get off. I’ll have to help you feel better.” You propose, swiftly dropping to your knees. “You are not going anywhere near my bedroom like this.” You tsk. It wouldn’t the first time you’d done something like this in the kitchen.

“I’ll wash your covers for you.” Leon tried, leaning back against the counter behind him. “Sure you will.” You cut your eyes at him. Whatever… You push it from your mind, not falling for his attempted charisma. You fumble with his belt and help him tug his cargos down his thighs. “Jesus,” You murmur, palming at his obscene bulge in his boxers. The musky scent already filled your senses. His hips jerked to meet your fingers. You’d loved teasing him, loved picking on him. it was just too easy.

“I thought you wanted me to take a shower first.” Leon squirmed, a soft whimper when you rubbed your thumb over his cockhead. (an embarrassing wet patch, sticking to the fabric.) “Mm.. It can wait.” You lean in, teasing that weeping cock of his through his boxers.

You felt him twitch, just begging to be played with. “Look at that .. such a slut. You’re leaking sooo much.” You tease, tilting your head up to look at him. Leon was so cute, you’d think. He gripped the kitchen counter, his parted lips quivering. “I-I can’t help it.” He shyly admitted, a pretty blush on his cheeks. “Uh-huh. Maybe I should tease you like this all night.”

“Please..” Leon groaned, leaning his head back.

“Please what?” You asked, fingers teasing the waistband. With the column of his throat exposed, you’d love to pepper each freckle with kisses. (or love bites that make him yelp.)

“Don’t.” He looked back down at you. Dirty blonde fringe falling into his eyes. He was sweaty before, but a fresh slick of sweat coated his forehead. “Please, don’t do that.” He was practically pouting. “I couldn’t .. You’re gonna kill me if you do that.” He had his eyes squeezed shut, as if trying not to bust right there. You sigh, sliding your fingers under the elastic. “Fine.. because I don’t want to listen to your whining.” You smirk, tugging the band down just enough. “Thank you!" Leon tensed up, feeling your fingers graze his pelvis. Hot, hot.. your fingertips felt searing on his bare skin.

“Awwh. Aren’t you polite?” You shuffle closer on your knees, leaning your face closer to his exposed cock. Leon only nodded. He answered with a pathetic hum. “You want me to touch you, Leon?” You ask, fingers brushing over the darker brown tuft of hair. He had a beautiful happy trail that you couldn’t resist.

You pressed your lips to his navel, nuzzling into the slightly pudgy tummy of his. Sweat latched onto the thin line of hair. “Fuck, Leon. You really do smell.” You tease, tongue peeking out to run down his belly. “You need it though, don’t you?” “Oh-" His stomach tensed at your sloppy kisses. “Yes, ma’am. Yes-Fuck. Yes I do.” He babbled, placing your hands back on his hips. It wasn’t forceful or pushy, he just needed you to touch him.

“Knew you’d say that.” You trailed your mouth south, thumbs rubbing his hips soothingly. As if that would calm him down. You kissed down his pelvis, so sweaty. Perfect to you. Your hand slid from his hips to his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes.

“Already so excited. I hardly touched ya’, Leon.” You looked up at him, running your thumb over his leaking tip. You smeared the pre down his shaft, slicking him up nicely. “Ah .. Shit ..” He gripped the counter for dear life, hips squirming to push more of himself into your hand. (a lewd wet noise, one you’d never get tired of hearing.) You gave him a squeeze, making him whine.

Poor baby, you’d spoiled him nicely.

“Only for you. It’s never like this when I do it.” Leon admitted, his breath trembling. “Oh? What’s it like when you do it all on your own? You ever think about me?” You ask, pumping him steady. (so slick & sticky with each stroke.) Your words made his face heat up, like it was embarrassing to admit he jerked off to the thought of his girlfriend. “Ahh—Always..” He panted and scrunched his nose when you began to stroke him faster. Kinda looked like it hurt.

“Always you.” He looked so vulnerable, blue eyes all glassy. “What do you think about then?” You tilt your head, catching a whiff of his musk. “Fuck,” He threw his head back, a low groan. “I think about how soft and warm you feel. Wish it was your pussy.”

“Aww. That’s sweet.” You coo, licking up the underside of his cock. His shiver made you smile. Always so responsive. “Is that what had you so worked up today, baby?” You ask, words mumbled against his shaft. You pressed sloppy kisses up to his tip while awaiting his answer. “Mhmm.” He whined out. “Missed your mouth. Your pretty face..”

You stationed your hands on his hips, ultra pleased with his words. (made you squirm on that kitchen floor, heat pooling between your thighs.) “Missed your pussy.”

“Course ya’ did.” You sounded all cocky, drooling all over his weeping slit. (Sloppy toppy, much?) Leon was Grade-A pussy whipped.

He parted his lips to speak, but it caught on a breathy moan. “ Yeah. I could hardly wait until I got home.” He stammered. “Hmm.” You hummed, fingers teasing his shaft. The vibration made him squirm. Sometimes, it felt like Leon was the woman in this relationship. You pulled away to speak, a glob of pre and salvia running down his cock. Leon whined at the loss of contact, like a pitiful puppy.

“I can picture that. Missed me so much you had to rub one out on the job.” Your laugh was breathy, all hot on his skin. You looked up at Leon, who looked even more humiliated.

“Oh my god. You’ve totally done that, haven’t you? You filthy perv.” You smirked, pressing a wet kiss to his inner thigh. (made him exhale through his nose like it tickled.) “I .. I’ve thought about it.” He sounded all nervous. Was it such a sin to pop a boner at work? If only he could keep you around all the time. You weren’t only a piece of meat to Leon. Definitely not. You were an angel, his world. You just happened to have the most breathtaking body he’d ever laid eyes on.

The only body he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Uh huh. I’m sure you did more than think about it.” You scoff. He went to defend himself, but as soon as you finally wrapped those pretty lips around his cock, he was done for.

You bob your head down, nose pressing against his stomach. (a heady scent, one that seemed to drive you wild.) “ Oh, gods.” Leon choked out a whimper, grasping at your free hand. He intertwined your fingers, squeezing them for dear life. You tasted his pre-cum down the back of your throat. You knew he wasn’t going to last long. Not with you. You blinked up at him, panting and flushed a feverish red. “I could bust just looking at you.” His free hand hovered over the back of your head. It was an ego boost, making your thighs squeeze together. That he could.

Leon wasn’t usually a “head pusher.” He hated getting (too,) rough with you. His sweet girl, a delicate flower. “No-Shit.. ‘Not gonna last long.” His fingers tangled in your hair, trembling as if holding back. You’d love for him to fuck your face! If he wasn’t worried you’d choke. You could only hum, tenderly giving his hand a squeeze as you held his hip. You felt his knees shift by your thighs. It was like they might give out from keeping himself upright. You really did make him weak in the knees.

“That’s it..” Leon carefully guided your head back down his throbbing cock. He was close. So desperately close. “You’re so pretty like this. Making me feel so-fuck, So good.” His hips bucked against your face, gripping the back of your head. “M’ sorry.” He apologized, couldn’t help it. Not that you minded. “God .. You’re gonna make me cum.” A low groan escaped his lips, unable to resist the overwhelming fire in his loins. He jerked his hips against your face again. His cock hitting the back of your throat with a gag that made him wince.

It felt good. It felt good to use you like a flesh light, as guilty as it made him. Your eyes watered, batting away tears that ran down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,”He sounded awfully apologetic, with no effort to ease off. “It’s just—So good, s’ good—s’ tight, squeezing me like this.” You felt a tell-tale throb in your throat, sign he’d give you his load. Good girls swallow.

A low moan of your name, all babbled out like a sacred prayer. You felt him finally let go. “Yes, yes, yes-!” He panted, hips stuttering against your face, his fingers tugging at your locks. “Thank you, thank you.” Leon huffed, stroking the back of your head. It felt nice. It was much more calming after he used your throat to get off. His grip loosened up enough to let you pop off his cock.

It had softened, more-or-less smearing the string of saliva-and cum that ran down his shaft and coated your jaw. “Welcome.” You wiped your mouth and pressed one last open mouthed kiss to his cock. Made him shiver, pushed you away. Poor baby. He never could handle overstimulation.

“Looks like you’re feeling better.” You hummed, letting him help you up to your feet. “I do.” He wiped your tears away. “Did I hurt you?” He scoped you out, a bit worried after getting a bit rough. You smiled, “No, no.. I’m fine.” You leaned in, pressing a peck to his lips. He held you by the jaw when you went to pull away, lips parting to moan into your mouth. Leon never minded tasting his own cum.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He pressed another kiss to your jaw, all sloppy. “Probably still fucking your pillows.” You teased. “Or maybe jerking off to girls that look like me.”

“No,” Leon shook his head. “I can’t.. I can’t..Unless I think of you. I’ve got to see your face.” He rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks. You were debauched mess. “Mhm. Bet you tell all the girls that.” It was embarrassing to admit there were no other girls before you came along. “There never were other girls.” He assured, patting your cheek lovingly. “Trust me.”

“Uh huh. I’m sure you had ‘em lined up back in college.” You smirked, hands sliding up his chest. “Now, let’s get this uniform off of you. You’re in desperate need of a shower.”

“Really? That bad, huh?” He pulled you against him, getting that musk all in your senses. “Ugh, Yes..”

“Cmon, before I hose you off in the yard.” You tug at his collar, striking up a fresh wave of energy. Your classically conditioned boyfriend — always eager to please.

[leonkennedysloverboy]

✮⋆˙ Heaven or the Living Room Couch

cw: so much fluff. Leon gets shirtless but that's literally it. mandatory warning for my shitty sense of teen boy humor

notes: i was feeling sentimental and now Leon has to get sentimental too. sometimes I like to think about a life where I have an actual husband in real life. I would like a marriage similar to this.

It's almost laughable how Leon perks up like a puppy whenever he hears the front door open in the afternoon.

Because it can only mean one thing: you're back. His precious wife has made it come from the perils of corporate America. The baseball game he was about to doze off to is even more ignored as he sits up straight, waiting to see you make your way into the living room.

"Babe? You there?" The familiar click of your heels against the floor is enough answer for him as you make your way into the living room, looking as weary as always. Jesus, Leon thinks. The companies are out for her soul. At least you look to die for in your blouse and sleek pencil skirt. Makes him remember why so many people have office job fantasies if a person can look behind how draining it was. But despite his worries, a soft sigh escapes him as you shuffle your way over to him, your hands down your shirt as you undo your bra.

"Couldn't wait five minutes?" he muses as you roll your eyes at him. You reach behind you to undo the clasp and slip the bra right out from under your shirt like a magic trick, tossing it right at his head. "Hey!" And they say love is dead. He pulls it off his head and holds it in his hand, choosing to admire the soft lace instead of retorting to you saying "pervert" under your breath.

You snicker as you drop your bag at the edge of the couch and finally plop down next to him, groaning as you lay down. It's a routine at this point for you to nuzzle into him like a cat after you get back; resting your head into his lap as you curl up. "My feet hurt," you complain. "And my boobs hurt. And I'm hungry. And my crotch itches. TMI moment, sorry."

"Yeah, I don't think TMI even exists between us. Anyways...want me to scratch you?" He gets a good laugh out of your mortified expression and even more so at your weak attempts to swat his face. But you drop the annoyed act once he sits you up in his lap, your legs straddling his waist.

"Hi, Leon," you mumble, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Your shamelessly slip under his shirt, pawing at his chest like it's going to magically make the ache in your feet go away.

"Hi, pretty girl. Watcha doing?" He lets you have your moment as you touch him, lifting his arms so you can tug his shirt off of him. And he's all coarse hair and pudge around the waist, a patchwork of scares and beauty marks spackled across his collarbone. Those cheeky hands of yours waste no time grabbing his chest, your thumb absentmindedly brushing over his nipples. "Jesus-that feels funny," he tenses up for a moment but you don't cease your groping, a sly grin on your lips. "Oh, but when I wanna touch your tits after work you get all fussy? That's not very fair-"

"Shut up and let me enjoy this."

Well damn.

"Yes, ma'am." He shuts up soon after your pointed command, letting you take the reins. But you don't try to take things farther, oh no. You just rest your head over his heart, your hands sliding to his back to hold him close.

"I can hear you," you whisper, relaxing into his skin as the thrum of blood pumping through his body seems to soothe you. "I like that. It makes me feel better after work."

it's your greatest gift to make even the smallest things seem romantic. To make Leon feel special. Loved. Your hands are curious yet gentle, your lips moving with reverence against his skin. Oh God, he loves. He loves you so much his head hurts and he could cry.

"I love you so much..." and he says, breathlessly. Almost bashfully. But he could scream your name atop every roof in the city, write in blood that he loves you. And when your eyes meet his, it's a little embarrassing to him how misty-eyed he gets.

[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61973887

Safe when I Fall by vaaaaaiolet

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Tags: Smut, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Hate sex, that's also apology sex that turns DISGUSTINGLY SWEET, Good BDSM Etiquette, Light Bondage, Character Study, Cunnilingus, Orgasm Edging, Aftercare, Sex and Chocolate, bc he loves you, Angst with a Happy Ending, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Praise Kink, Possessive Leon S. Kennedy, but it's not weird i prommy, Leon S. Kennedy is a Tease, a chair is involved, I KEEP FORGETTING TAGS I'M SORRY Morning After, Unsafe Sex, so much yearning

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Summary: Six years have gone by since 1998. Two since the death of your first (and only) love. So when the dead come knocking at your door after your life went to hell without warning, you have a tough time welcoming him back in. In Leon's defense, his hands were tied. You? You'd put your life almost unforgivably on hold after he blindsided you.

Maybe the only way to get you to listen is to tie yours.

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God I love porn with plot. Phenomenal one shot that gets hella angsty and is very smutty. I love stories where they break up or he goes missing right after raccoon and then just appears outta nowhere and then they gotta reconcile. It’s good stuff.

[leonkennedysloverboy]

Car Lights by Lapis_lights

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Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Friends with Tension, Arguments, Angst, Pining, Gun Violence, Human Experimentation, Near Death Experiences, Alcohol, Smoking, Blood, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending

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Summary:

Leon Kennedy is your best friend who you've been hopelessly enamored with for quite some time. However, fears of what might happen and how his reputation might be affected have always held you back.

It's only when your humanity is slipping away and the chance of ever getting to tell him how you feel is next to nonexistent that you finally begin to understand.

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This is a very good story!! Incredibly well written and although it’s listed as slow burn and only has two chapters, the chapters themselves are quite long. The angst is also top tier and I absolutely enjoyed reading this story. It’s cute, angsty, and has the resident evil thriller with Leon being such a sweetheart to the reader after the angsty bits. He’s a bit of a wet puppy during the angsty bits but it’s okay we love him anyways. If we didn’t then you and I wouldn’t be here.

[leonkennedysloverboy]

riding re2!leon kennedy for the first time, a drabble

an: this idea has been plaguing me for a hot minute now. random spark of inspiration. maybe it’s just ovulation week lol, enjoy and repost as usual. <33

leon and you had been going out for five months. five months of kisses, dates, flowers, cuddles and many other things. he was the sweetest guy you had ever dated. he actually took the time to get to know you first. which was something, in your experience, not a lot of men did. they just wanted one thing and one thing only.

but not leon, leon knew better.

leon was the type of guy to see a beautiful girl and be polite, respectful. sure, he’d get teased by his coworkers at the station for being a feminist. but women were people too, they deserved to be treated the same as anyone else.

so when he met you, he took his time. he got to know you first. he asked you out, called you, took you out on dates. he put in the effort same as you did. he wanted to be the best he could for you. he knew you didn’t have a good history with men.

and he wanted to change that.

he wanted to be that guy for you.

so he took his time, did everything he could to be the best and only the best for you. he was completely honest with you, he never lied. hell, he’d even gone grocery shopping with you just because you asked.

after weeks of making out, small caresses and kisses. he finally got to have sex with you. and if he thought dating you couldn’t get any better, he’d hit the mother load when he had sex with you for the first time. it was everything he’d dreamed it would be.

so when you asked him today, if you could ride him. he looked at you like he had just won the lottery. sure, he liked being ontop — fucking you into the mattress until you couldn’t remember your own name — but you being on top? his brain couldn’t comprehend how he got so lucky.

“you sure? it might hurt.” he whispered softly as he caressed your hair back away from your eyes. but you wanted to try it, wanted to give him a break from being ontop, he deserved a little bit of a breather, right? “i’ll go slow.” you whispered with a small breathless chuckle.

leon wasn’t small by any means but he wasn’t huge either, he was just average. but that still didn’t mean you could accommodate his size. he always had to prep you first, a blessing and a curse within itself. so this position was bound to cause some issues, but you were going to go slow right? you said you would. so maybe it would all be—

“fuck, slow.” he was punched out of his thoughts when your warm entrance had surrounded the tip of his cock. you held onto his shoulders, his back against the headboard and both of you naked from earlier activities. you let out a small sigh, “i’m trying.” you whispered with a small hiss.

he grabbed onto the meat of your hips, “stay right here. i’ll guide you. you wanna do this, we’re doing it together.” he says firmly, his tone strained. he was trying his hardest to have some self control right now. “no shit, sher—oh!” he had guided you down another inch, taking the retort right out of your mouth.

“what was that, baby? couldn’t catch that.” he said in a cocky tone as you stared at him with a small glare. you swallowed and let yourself relax against that other inch he slid up into you. “shut up.” you muttered but it held no real malice.

he let you adjust another couple of minutes, this was borderline torture for him, but he couldn’t just start fucking up into you. he was letting you take this at your pace, ever the gentleman, even in the sack.

“you ready for a little more?” he asked as he massaged the meat of your hips, trying to release some of the strain from you half on his dick. you let out a small breath and nodded, trying to prepare yourself for another inch of leon.

“alright, baby.” he slid you down another inch, waited and then another inch until finally you were seated on his dick at full mass. you let out a small pained sound, almost wanting to just cum like this. you didn’t even know if you could move, you felt so full from this angle. you could feel him in your stomach.

“fuck me.” you breathe as you let out a deep breath, your chest rising and falling fast as you strained to take him. “i could but you wanted to be on top-“ he starts but you slap your lips to his, kissing him slowly and taking the words out of his mouth.

“i didn’t mean like that.” you respond when your lips break apart, “just give me a few more seconds.” you whisper as you rest your forehead against his. your shared breaths mingling where you hold onto each other.

you wait a few more seconds before rising up and slowly lowering yourself, your hips meeting his as you try to ride him slowly. your breath coming out in small gasps. it was taking everything in him not to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress.

you gasped softly as you rode him, your body almost didn’t feel like yours anymore. you were someone else entirely, bouncing up and down on him. moans leaving your lips like a sweet siren song.

and all leon could do was watch — watch as you bounced on his cock. rode him into oblivion, his hands bruising on your hips as he let you bounce up and down on his cock. it felt so heavenly, he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven.

your tits started bouncing in his face and suddenly he couldn’t take it anymore, he uses his hand to slide up your spine and push your chest into his face. mauling your tits with kisses and bites as you absolutely wreck him.

he moans against the plush skin of your chest as you swivel your hips in just the right direction. he gently bites on your nipple causing you to moan loudly in response — oh? you liked that.

he was just biding his time, feeling you start to flutter around him like the perfect angel you were. he knew you were close, he had it practically down to a science by now.

“oh pretty girl, cmon. cum on my cock, baby. soak it.” he was almost whiney and desperate at this point as he let you grind down on him, moving your hips in a beautiful dance against his. “s’too good, leon…” you whine as you keep swiveling your hips. he’s definitely a goner, he needs you to come now before he does. he’s about two seconds away from blowing his load.

he laps at your chest, squeezing the meat of your ass with his hands. bringing one hand back a little to slap your ass. you gasp a little but moan in addition, he knew you liked it a little rough. he just needed you too-

“leon! uhhh! coming!” was all the warning he got before you clenched around his cock, your release coating his length and shaft. “fuck, baby. fuck.” he swears as he makes you stop moving your hips so he can fuck up into you.

he moves his knees up causing you to fall a little into his chest as he grabs the meat of your ass, his hips starting to punch up into you. you dug your fingernails into his shoulder blades. your eyes rolling back into your head as he fucked you through your orgasm to chase his.

“oh! ohhh!” you moan loudly as you bite on your bottom lip, he grunts a little into your ear as he chases his own orgasm. “you like that, baby? you like me fucking you like this?” he lightly smacks your ass again which causes a squeak to leave your lips in response.

you loved this angle, you could feel all of him. you felt so full, warm and fuzzy. you knew he was close, you could hear his grunts and moans get closer together. you also had him down to a science too. “oh god! ahhh!” you moan as he keeps fucking into you, the overstimulation making you feel a second orgasm approaching.

“don’t stop, don’t stop.” you chant over and over again, your eyes watering as shameless sounds left your mouth. leon gritted his teeth and manhandled your ass in a bruising grip as you both neared your climax together.

“cmon, baby. you can do it, come on.” he gritted out in encouragement as he kissed and mouthed at the skin of your neck. “baby, wanna feel this perfect pussy again…cmon.” he whined lowly as he smacked your ass again.

you whimpered high pitched in response before you both climaxed. your body shaking as he slowly fucked you both through it. a thin sheen of sweat coating both of your skin. you felt his come fill you, warm and sticky between your legs and in your belly before he slowly stopped his hips.

both of you panting like you just ran a mile. “jesus.” he mutters hoarsely into your neck as he rubs a hand over your spine. he gently guides your head out of his neck to look at him, seeing your flushed cheeks and bleary eyes. “we are definitely doing that again.” he whispers before he plants a soft kiss to your lips.

and how could you even refuse?

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[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20473160/chapters/48579569

paint me like one of them dead girls by junieyes

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Leon Kennedy X Female Reader

Tags: slowburn, maybe a kiss, Game: Resident Evil 2, slight AU, the world is ending but damn if you aren't trying to woo that cute 90s bombshell, could be considered an unamed OC in the second POV, completed

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Summary:

“Leon – Leon, shoot the eye! Shoot the eye!”

“You shoot the eye!”

“You trust me that much?!”

“I can duck!”

“Bullets?!”

Frantic and too anxious to use the handgun, you throw a flash grenade. It doesn’t do anything. Despite being chased by a mutated and inhuman monster, Leon still has time to throw you an incredulous look.

In your stupidity, you forgot to pull the pin.

(Alternatively: It is September 1998. You are nineteen years old and living in Racoon City. Or, you were, until about five days ago. Now you're just surviving, and badly at that. But hey, at least you've got Leon Kennedy by your side, right?)

(Alternatively alternatively: Your life sucks. The end.)

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I think this story is really cute and sweet. They never added a second part but it was one of the first ones I read when I first started reading Leon x Reader fics. It’s definitely a very good read :)

[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57890404/chapters/147356506

You're The Closest To Heaven (That I'll Ever Be) by kennedyslvr

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Part of a series called RE Verse

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4627630

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Leon Kennedy X original Female Character

Tags: Self-Insert, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, POV First Person, Canon Compliant, Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicide Attempt, Mutual Pining, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Cunnilingus, Penis In Vagina Sex, Fluff and Angst, Dual POV, Slight Canon Divergence

First Person POV

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Summary:

Leon S. Kennedy had one mission and one mission only—find Baby Eagle, and bring her home safe. He didn't need complications. He didn't need anyone looking in on him and seeing the cracks in his façade.

Especially not a woman he thought was too warm for his own good.

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I usually am not a fan of stories that are in first person but this one,, this one is really good. I’m glad I gave it a chance and you guys definitely should too. Dee is a good character and Jesus Christ can kennedyslvr write angst. The angst is phenomenal especially going from the first story to the second story that first chapter is god tier. Hurts like a bitch fr.

[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66107170/chapters/170364865

Breakup by zourrss23

Incomplete

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Leon Kennedy X Fem reader

Tags: angst, break up, rookie police officer Leon S. Kennedy

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Summary:

The famous breakup that saves Leon’s life.

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The angst is top fucking tier and so is the writing. The author is also so sweet because I asked for a part two and a part three (story and writing just that good) and they are providing!! Go give them some love :D

[leonkennedysloverboy]

SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC.

❝ kiss me, try to fix it. could you just try to listen? ❞

info. re6 leon 𝔁 fem reader. i wanna say reader is like helena's age maybe? it doesn't really matter. established relationship. very angsty with a bittersweet ending. leon's a mess ok but he swears he loves you. mentions of alcohol consumption/alcoholism. sfw, spare for a handful of somber, desperate kisses.

notes. i don't listen to taylor like i did when i was thirteen but this song is so ugh. reblogs & comments are always appreciated. <3

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You’d tried to fix him, as if stitching together the frayed edges of his soul could silence the storm inside him. But every attempt only left you more hollow, more desperate. His misery seeped into your home like an uninvited guest, a shadow that devoured the light, eroding the fragile moments you used to call happiness. Leon had become a ghost of the man you’d fallen for—present in body but distant, unreachable, and haunting in his silence.

The walls between you grew thicker with every passing day. Words, once tender and easy, had become brittle and sharp. No matter how far you reached, his touch always seemed just out of grasp, his warmth slipping further from your fingertips.

Your mother always said: never give more love than you receive. But she’d never prepared you for how impossible that would feel when the person you loved most was unraveling before your eyes. The weight of it all dragged you to new lows, a kind of emotional exhaustion that made your chest ache and your mind wonder when the dam would finally break—when you’d either stop loving him or lose yourself entirely.

The rain pattered insistently against the windows, the occasional rumble of thunder shaking the silence. When the front door clicked open, your heart jolted despite yourself. His heavy footsteps echoed in the stillness, as familiar as they were foreboding. You tried to focus on the book in your hands, but the words blurred, forgotten the second they hit your mind.

You didn’t need to look up to know. The way the air shifted, the subtle tension of his presence—it was Leon. You could already feel it, the simmering frustration he carried like a second skin.

Figures.

His keys clattered onto the console table, a metallic sound that cut through the quiet like an accusation. His bag followed with a dull thud, then the sigh—low, heavy, resigned. You looked up in time to catch the way his hair clung to his rain-soaked face, his boots kicked off haphazardly by the door.

For a fleeting moment, his eyes met yours, and you thought—hoped—he might smile. But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He couldn't even be bothered to spare you, his sweet girlfriend, a single glance.

“You’re home,” you murmured, stepping cautiously closer, your voice barely louder than the rain.

Leon hesitated, his lips parting as if to speak, but no sound came. The silence was a knife, sharp and cold, carving through the fragile hope you hadn’t yet managed to smother.

He flinched when you reached for his arm. That hurt most of all.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, his voice rough and distant, as if it was a chore.

“You didn’t,” you replied softly. “I couldn’t sleep. Not until I knew you were okay.”

His jaw tightened imperceptibly, baby blue eyes darting away in shame. Leon didn't want you to see how tired he looked, how the weight of his missions—or maybe the weight of everything—had stretched him thin.

"Is everything—"

"I'm fine." The words came too quickly, too curt. They were meant to end the conversation, but all they did was light a fresh spark of frustration in your chest. He brushed past you, his worn leather jacket hitting the floor with a heavy thud.

You picked it up with a quiet sigh, hanging it on the coat rack as if that small act of care might bridge the growing chasm between you. "You don't look fine," you said, keeping your tone gentle, almost cautious. Talking to your boyfriend shouldn't feel like tip-toeing around glass. Was it so wrong to be concerned about the man you loved so hopelessly?

Leon didn't answer. He collapsed onto the edge of couch, his elbows on his knees, calloused hands running through his semi-damp hair. His silence, albeit suffocating, spoke louder than words—another wall, another barrier he so intricately placed between the two of you.

"Leon," you tried again, siting beside him, voice trembling with the heavy load of everything you wanted to say. Trying to get a single, meaningful sentence out of Leon these days felt like pulling teeth. "Please, just talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about." His tone was clipped, but underneath the surface, you heard the slight crack, the exhaustion bleeding through the cracks. You could see it in the way Leon's eyes were half-lidded, the way he pinched the bridge of his nose, his fingers digging into his eyelids. The exasperated sigh he let out was the cherry on top.

You replied softly, equally as exhausted, "I'm not an idiot."

Finally, Leon snapped, like a rubber band pulled taut, "Why do you always have to push?" His tone was sharp enough to make you flinch—and you did. Regret flickered in his eyes almost instantly, but it wasn't enough to stop the sting. The slap had already been left on your poor cheek.

Why do you always have to push? His words repeat over and over again in your mind, like a broken record. 

That wasn't fair, you always gave Leon the space he deserved after his long, taxing missions, but tonight you were struggling to stay afloat. It wasn't fair to you, constantly playing nice even when he showed zero signs of changing any time soon. He had to realize that this wouldn't slide, not anymore.

And as much as it troubled your lovesick heart, if Leon wasn't willing to let you in, then he wasn't ready for a relationship. A healthy one, at least.

"Because I love you!" you cried, the words bursting out before you could stop them, raw and desperate. "Because I'm here, Leon, and I'm fucking trying, but you just won't let me in, no matter how hard I try. You just—" You stopped, swallowing thickly, trying to steady your cracking voice. "Y-You just keep shutting me out like I'm some stranger you couldn't give a damn about."

His shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of him just as quickly as it had been triggered. Leon looked at you then, really looked, and for a moment, you thought he might finally say what you needed—no, deserved—to hear. But instead, he shook his head, sullen gaze falling to the carpeted floor.

"You don't get it." he said, barely above a whisper. "You couldn't."

Honestly, you'd prefer if Leon had kept his mouth shut. Not a single word of reassurance, or an I love you too, baby. The sickening, heavy weight of his cruel sentiment settled deep in your bones, nearly rattling you in place.

"That's not fair," you bit down on your bottom lip, a poor attempt at keeping your composure. "Maybe I don't understand everything you've been through, but I'm here for you because I love you," pathetic, so pathetic, "and I want to help. Why won't you let me? Why do you insist on wallowing in your own misery?"

Leon stood abruptly, his movements sharp, restless. "Because it's not that simple." Just the way he said that made you feel stupid. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Every time I leave, I don't know if I'll come back," he stared directly at you, burning holes into your own eyes, "And when I do, I'm not the same. I can't give you what you want. I don't know how."

Tears dewed your lash line, "Then learn," you pleaded, standing up and grabbing ahold of his hand. "If you love me, if you really care...then try. That's all I want." If only he knew how much it killed you to watch him fall apart while he kept you at an arm's length.

With a sharp sigh, he scowled, "I am trying," his tone was terse, cold. "Can't you see that? Can't you see how hard it is for me to come home and pretend everything's okay when it's really not?" Leon scoffed in disbelief. Fucking fantastic. After a barely surviving a demanding mission that sucked the soul out of him, now he was arguing with his girlfriend that didn't have the slightest idea of the things he witnessed.

The look of pure anguish on your pretty face tugged at Leon's heartstrings. The little pout, most of all. Poor you looked so shaken up, unable to utter a single word in response. "You deserve someone who can give you something better than this, baby." He freed his hand from your grasp, and brought it up to your cheek, his thumb stroking over the soft skin. You leaned into his touch instinctively.

But you still relented, "You don't get to decide that for me, Leon. You don't get to push me away because you think it's easier." Your hand clasped over his, moving it away from your cheek and back down to his side. His lips part.

“Is this about her?” you then asked, the bitterness oozing into your gentle tone before you could stop it.

As if his night couldn't get any worse...He knew exactly who you were talking about, and it made his blood boil.

Leon blinked, his brows furrowing. "What?"

Feigning ignorance. Classic. An insult to your intelligence, really.

“Ada.” You hated the salty way the name tasted on your tongue. “Is that why you’re like this? Because she’s still in your head? Or because you think I’ll never measure up to her?” 

You didn’t need Leon to answer that; the thought alone was enough to unravel you. Ada was everything you weren’t—dangerous, intoxicating, unattainable. She moved through the world like she owned it, all sharp smiles and quiet confidence, the kind of woman who left destruction in her wake but made you thank her for it anyway.

She didn’t ask for love; she demanded it, consumed it, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. How could you, with your soft edges and wide-open heart, ever hope to compare? You weren’t a storm—just the aftermath, picking up the pieces she’d shattered. If anything, you felt like some naïve, wide-eyed child who had no perception of the real world—you could never hold a candle to her.

Leon's face twisted, a flicker of anger lighting his tired eyes. "Don't even go there," he seethed, "This has nothing to do with her. This is about me, and my problems." Funny how he'd gotten so defensive all of a sudden.

"Isn't it, though?" you challenged, matching his tone. "Because it feels like I've been fighting ghosts since the moment we met. I don't— I don't even know if you're really here with me, or if part of you is still chasing after her."

You got him there. "That's not fair," Leon said, his voice low but icy. He wasn't outright denying anything, much to your dismay. Nausea churned in your stomach at the thought him truly still loving her. The fact that you couldn't even blame him either made it all the more painful.

"Fair?" you echoed, frustration coursing hotly through your veins. "No, you know what isn't fair, Leon? Loving someone who's too scared to let me in. Someone who would rather run far, far away from me than let their guard down." It was getting harder and harder to suppress your tears, and Leon noticed.

God, Leon felt so sick. How the fuck was he supposed to fix this now?

Before he got the chance to say something in response—as if he had anything to say—you continued your siege, "You don't get to keep doing this. You don't get to keep pushing me away and shutting me out and then expecting me to stay with open arms." And legs.

His lips parted, but whatever words he had to say succumbed to their death, strangling his throat, before they could even reach you. A single tear rolled down your cheek, finally slipping free.

"I can't do this right now." you whimpered, shaking your head in disbelief and backing away from him.

"Wait—" But you were already retreating towards your shared bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you, quiet but final. Leon stood frozen in the middle of the dimly lit living room, staring at the empty space where you had been pouring your heart just moments ago.

And you were gone. Out of sight, but the sound of your sobs and cries echoed throughout the small apartment.

Leon ran a shaky hand through his hair, letting out a shuddering breath. He felt deflated, even more drained and tired than he initially had when he first stepped through the front door. The storm outside raged on, thunder rumbling in the distance, but the silence that enveloped the place felt heavier. Suffocating.

His gaze drifted towards the kitchen, eyeing a specific cabinet. Leon knew he shouldn't—knew you hated it when he turned to the bottle instead of you—but the ache in his chest was unbearable.

He needed something, anything, to dull the edges of his agonizing guilt.

His hands still trembled as he poured a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the faint glow of the lamp. Leon stared at it for a long moment, trying to find the strength to resist—and he almost did, almost poured the poison down the drain.

But then, like always, he brought the glass up to his lips, and took a slow, deliberate sip, swallowing it down neat. The burn was familiar, grounding, but it did little to quell the thoughts racing through his mind. He'd never felt so pathetic, so miserable in his entire life.

You deserved better than this. Better than him.

"I've been fighting ghosts since the moment we met."

You were right. Damn it, you were right. Leon had been so caught up in his own head, caught in a quicksand of despair, that he didn't even realize he was doing exactly what he feared most—dragging you into his own mess. He was tearing you apart at the seams, stitch by stitch, without even realizing it.

That wasn't even the half of it, though. Ada. He hated that her name had come up, hated that she still lingered like a dark, looming shadow, haunting the spaces between you with a coy smile on her red lips. But the thing is, you weren't her. You weren't some fleeting, elusive dream. You were real, here, and you loved him despite all the reasons he thought you shouldn't.

The drink wasn't helping. If anything, it only heightened the feelings of remorse. With a frustrated sigh, Leon set the empty glass down with a thud, and scrubbed a calloused hand over his face. He decided doing some paperwork might do a better job at keeping his mind off things.

Fast forward an hour, and it in fact, had not helped him. Not even in the slightest. He groaned, slumping over his desk and burying his face in his hands, an air of weariness surrounding him like a thick, stormy cloud. Leon sat in the quiet, the weight of his own thoughts pressing down on him until he couldn't take it anymore. He stood up from his swivel chair, and head straight over to the sweetest girl he knew.

His steps were slow and prudent, as if each step towards the bedroom door was a battle in itself, a march to the guillotine. Leon hesitated, his hand hovering over the doorknob, before swallowing his pride and finally knocking softly.

"...It's me, baby." Who else would it be? He mentally chastised himself for sounding so pitiful. "Can I come in?"

There was a long beat of silence from your end. Leon almost thought you might not answer. He wouldn't be mad if you didn't. But then came your precious voice, muffled and tired. "The door's not locked."

Cautiously, Leon pushed it open, his heart was pounding in the confines of his chest—like he'd drunk an entire pot of coffee—as he stepped inside the bedroom. You were sitting on the floor cross-legged, back against the foot of your bed. Your arms were wrapped around your body, as if you were holding yourself together, afraid of collapsing like a house of cards caught in a gust of wind.

Christ, the sight nearly tore Leon apart; he couldn't even begin to imagine how you were feeling.

"Hey, sweet thing," he said softly, unsure of where to begin. He strode towards you, kneeling down to your level, and brought a hand up to stroke your tear-stained cheek. You grimaced. "I...I wanted to talk. Apologize."

You, however, didn't say anything in response, didn't lean into his touch like you always did. You even refused to meet his gaze, unsurprisingly. It hurt Leon nonetheless, but at least you weren't frantically kicking him out. He took that as permission to continue.

"I'm sorry," his voice was thick with remorse and shame, "For what I said earlier. For...everything, really. I didn't mean any of it."

"You didn't mean it, or you didn't mean to say it out loud." Ouch.

Leon winced, the words hitting him harder than he expected, like a bitch slap right across the face. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he pleaded, "Jesus, I could never. I was—" he stopped himself, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. "I've been an ass. Taking all my shit out on you when you've done nothing but try to help me."

Finally, your bloodshot eyes meet his, sharp but wounded. "You think an apology fixes this? Think it erases the way you've been shutting me out, making me feel like I'm not enough for you?" you hissed bitterly, swatting his hand away from your face like an obnoxious mosquito. Leon swallowed thickly, backing up a bit.

"No, of course not," he shook his head. "I know it doesn't. I just...I just don't know how to do this."

"Do what?" you asked. "Let someone love you?"

"Yeah," Leon admitted, feeling like an open wound. "That. Letting someone in, it...it scares me, baby. I can't help it."

You stared at him for a long moment. He could see the war in your eyes—the hurt battling against the love you still hopelessly felt for him. "I don't need you to be perfect, Leon. I just need you to try. To meet me halfway." It was the least he could, wasn't it?

"I want to. I will. I just...I need you to know that I love you, even when I'm too much of a coward to show it. I love you. And I'm sorry for making you feel like that isn't true."

For a fraction of a second, Leon thought he'd won you over, mended your shattered heart, and that things would go back to normal, like when you first started seeing each other. However, that hope crumbled the moment you didn't kiss him back, his chapped lips lingering awkwardly over yours. He pulled away in shame.

"No, Leon." You wiped at your eyes, frustrated by the tears you couldn't hold back, streaming hotly down your cheeks. "You don't get to say you're sorry and just expect me to forget how much this has been hurting me." The lovelorn, sick part of you just wanted to accept his semi-sincere apology and move on with your life, but the more self-respecting half had overpowered that desire.

"You kiss me, try to fix it. But you never listen." you swallowed hard, taking a moment to gather your restless thoughts. "Don't tell me you're scared, or that you're broken, or whatever excuse you think I'm going to forgive this time. Because I know you're hurting, Leon. I know you've been through hell. But I'm here," your voice cracked, embarrassment crawling up your neck, "I always have been."

"Just please...stop making me feel so fucking stupid for staying. Like I'm wasting my time loving someone who doesn't even want to be loved."

Leon didn't even know what to say in response to that. His mouth dried uncomfortably, paralyzed by the impact of your desperate words. Again, like always, you were right. He didn't have a single thing to defend himself, because he really was in the wrong, trapped in a mire of hopelessness. It was oozing its dirty self into his relationship, tainting the one good thing he had in his godforsaken life.

So, he could only whisper, "You're right." His arms wrapped around your frame, caging you in effectively. You didn't protest against his embrace, making the most of the warmth and comfort it spread through your frigid bones. "I am so, so sorry," he mumbled, his hand cradling the back of your head, holding you close to his chest.

"I need you, sweetheart, more than I've needed anyone. You're the light of my fucking life, I just...I don't know how to be the man you deserve." Leon pressed desperate, frantic kisses against your forehead, then to your cheeks, tasting your salty tears on his lips.

"But I'll try, for you. I swear to God, I'll try." The crack in his voice was unmistakable. It tore you to shreds.

Against your better judgment, against all the hurt and anger that simmered beneath the surface, you pulled back a bit, enough to see the forlorn, crestfallen look that etched itself into Leon's jaded features, then to notice your tears that had stained his t-shirt. You bit the corner of your lip, a feeble attempt at suppressing your sobs, you then leaned in, lips capturing his in a kiss that was neither soft nor forgiving.

It was desperate, messy, and filled with everything the two of you couldn't say. All the love, the pain, the hope you somehow hadn't given up on yet. His tongue slipped past the crack of your lips, hands roughly gripping onto your thighs and coaxing you onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist. Teeth clicked against one another, noses bumping into the other's cheek, foreheads pressed tightly. His stubble scratched your soft skin deliciously.

"You're all I have left," Leon murmured breathlessly between kisses, his voice thick with a maelstrom of emotions, the rawness of his confession hanging heavily in the charged air. His hands smoothed up your figure, finding purchase in your hair as he pulled you closer; he thought you might vanish if he let go, even for a moment.

You melted against him, like butter, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, trying to tether yourself to this moment—to him. Leon's lips tasted of something bittersweet—maybe cinnamon—the kiss holding a desperation that bordered on aching, as if he was trying to pour every unspoken apology and feeling into it.

A single tear rolled down Leon's flushed cheeks as you pulled away for air, forehead resting against his. His breath was warm against your lips, a sign he was real and right next to you. That this wasn't some dream, but reality.

Probably not the time, nor the place, but Leon was so fucking pretty when he cried.

You brought your hand up, the soft pad of your thumb stroking it away. He leaned into your gentle touch like a kicked puppy, pressing a soft kiss against the tip of your thumb as it brushed over his bottom lip.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered, the words barely audible but so full of meaning it made your chest ache, "but I don't know how to let you go."

[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48147349/chapters/121413364

the low is what i came here for (in a darkness i do adore) by honeyandroses

INCOMPLETE (50 chapters up at time of posting)

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Leon Kennedy/Female Character

Tags: Post-Resident Evil 4 Remake, I Do Not Know How the Government Works, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Canon-Typical Violence, probably OOC characters, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, ptsd mention, Game: Resident Evil 2 Remake (2019) Mention, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Someone Give Them Therapy, They Clearly Need It, Referenced STRATCOM Training, DSO Agent!Reader, Friends to Lovers, No use of y/n, Slow Burn, I Apologize 1 Do Not Know How to Write Anything Else, POV Second Person, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, I Write All These Chapters Post Midnight so Don't Expect Much Grammatically or Spelling Wise, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Slight Canon Divergence, like very slight, It Comes More From the Plot of REG, Leon and the Reader are Emotional Wrecks, but are we surprised, Mutual Pining, he falls first she falls harder

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Summary:

This was meant to be a normal mission. As normal as these types of things could get, anyway.

That was until Leon Kennedy heard something that sounded very similar to someone screaming "fuck off" in Spanish.

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I’ll be honest, this is one I haven’t read in quite some time BUT I do remember that I absolutely adored the writing and that I loved the story. The author has a wonderful way with words and the slow burn really slow burns. There’s plot twists and surprises and it’s a very fun read and I highly recommend not only this story but anything else written by honeyandroses :)

[leonkennedysloverboy]

GHOSTING YOU

leon s. kennedy x reader

synopsis: it's been four years since leon saw you die. four years since he blames himself for what happened. he can't forget and he can't move on. what happens when a ghost comes knocking on his door?

warnings: language, fake death, depression and ptsd. angst shot because why not? there's a happy ending, though.

word count: 4k

a/n: it's been a while since my last one shot here, i was trying to find something to write about when this idea came over my head. anyway, enjoy it ♡

acceptance. i finally reach it. but something is wrong. grief is a circular staircase. i have lost you.

Leon still blames himself for what happened four years ago.

Whenever he's out on a mission, he has a moment where the world around him fades, and he's back there again. The moment his life turned upside down, and he lost the only thing he truly cared about.

No amount of therapy or medication can stop him from mourning your death. No one can stop him from blaming himself. Since that day, he has changed completely. Now he is stoic, cold, and distant. He barely speaks with his friends, and he doesn't go out anymore, completely consumed by his depression.

Every time he closes his eyes, he sees you. And he sees himself — the pathetic version of him that couldn't save you. He must watch you die over and over again, and there's nothing he can do to save you. Every night he has the same nightmare, and waking up to live the day doesn't change how he feels.

It's raining outside, and he's almost drunk. The television is on a news channel, but he's not paying attention at all. He's too focused on a picture he has with you. Then, his eyes darted around, and he finally focused on the screen, and it felt like the world froze around him. Right there, in the center of the camera. It was you.

He couldn't believe it because he saw you die. He was sure of it. He went to see your body in the morgue; he even paid for your funeral. You were seven feet under; he knew that. The eyes, however, never lie. His eyes weren't lying to him, and you were there. Breathing and alive. Beautiful as the day he lost you.

“What the fuck?” Leon muttered, touching the screen to see if it wasn't a sick trick.

There's a knock on the door, and Leon freezes again. He stumbled toward the front door, taking a deep breath. He opens it, and he feels like he's about to fall. It's like he's seeing a ghost. Maybe ghosts are real, he thinks.

“Can I come in?” You asked him, closing your umbrella and leaving it on the floor.

He was clearly in shock, but he let you in. Leon closed the door behind him and simply stood there, unable to find his voice, unable to even speak. What was going on with him?

“I'm sorry.” It's the first thing you say to him, taking a seat on the couch.

“I saw you die,” Leon finally says, although his voice is barely a whisper. “I fucking paid your funeral. I mourned you for over four years.”

And now he was back. He snapped back to reality once he saw you sitting on the couch, looking at him with those eyes he loved so much. Now it wasn't the best time to talk because he was keeping four years of loss inside his chest. It was time to let it all go.

“All this time I thought it was my fault that I couldn’t save you. I kept blaming myself every single day,” Leon continued, his voice cracking a little. “And you fucking ghosted me for four years. And now you come back like nothing happened. What the hell do you want from me?”

You kept looking at him while he vented. It wasn't the time to talk because he was clearly angry, and every word could lead to a huge fight. Clearly, that's not what you want. Maybe you deserve this. Oh, you deserve this.

“I went to see you in the cemetery every single day. I talked to you, cried for you. Everyone thought I was going insane because I refused to move on,” Leon continued, the first tears finally coming to his eyes.

He stops for a moment to catch his breath. He's too angry and hurt, but he knows he needs to vent. He kept inside himself for so long that he felt he was about to explode. Everything feels like a sick prank, made especially to hurt and mock him even more.

“I feel so stupid.” He sits on the couch, burying his face in his hands as he cries and sobs.

“I'm not here expecting you to forgive me,” you finally said after a long moment of silence. “I wanted to explain what happened”

“Do you really think I'll buy it? I'm not so dumb as you think I am,” Leon laughs between his tears, looking at you.

“You have every right to be angry at me, but you need to know what happened. It's up to you if you'll believe it or not,” you tell him with a calm and collected voice, not wanting to hurt him more.

He nods, knowing there's no reason to avoid the problem even further. However, he's too disgusted to even look you in the eyes. It's like facing something he doesn't want to believe is real.

“Four years ago, I was assigned to an undercover mission. I had no choice but to pretend I was dead,” you explained to him in a very simple way.  

“So that's it? Simple as that?” Leon snaps back at you, still angry.

“I swear I had no choice. I knew they wouldn't let me get closer to you until I finished the mission, but I always made sure to see you,” you tried to tell him what you were doing during these four years. 

"You watched me? From a distance? Like I was what, a memory? A mission to monitor?" He spat the words with contempt, but underneath it all, there was more pain than anger. "And you just let me keep going... talking to an empty grave."

Leon looked up at you, his eyes red, swollen, but still burning with hurt.

"Leon, it wasn’t just a mission. It was an undercover operation involving dangerous people. If they suspected I had any connection to you, you would’ve been dead. You. Even your coworkers. I had to erase myself from the world."

You took a deep breath, struggling to keep your voice steady.

"But I’m not just anyone!" he shouted, voice trembling. "I was... I was everything to you. Or at least I thought I was."

You lowered your head, the guilt pressing on your shoulders like an anchor. "You were. You still are."

The silence between you thickened. Leon ran a hand through his hair, standing up from the couch like he was suffocating. He paced the room, trying to convince himself this was real — that you were here, alive, but not in the way he had imagined.

"You know what the worst part was?" he said, voice now low, almost a whisper. "It wasn’t you ‘dying’. It was me killing myself inside every day trying to understand why. Wondering if I did something wrong. If I failed you."

"You didn’t fail. I did. I failed you." Your voice cracked.

"Then why now? Why are you only coming to me now?"

Leon stopped. He looked at you with tear-filled, exhausted eyes.

"Because the mission is over. Because I thought that maybe… after everything… you still deserved the truth. Even if you hate me forever. I’d rather tell you than keep living like a ghost."

You hesitated. The answer wasn’t simple. Nothing about this was.

He turned away, his shoulders tense. Breathing deeply, as if trying to hold his heart together with duct tape.

"You think the truth is gonna fix anything?"

"No," you said. "But maybe, just maybe, it can keep the pain from destroying you completely."

Leon didn’t reply. He just stood there, motionless, with his back to you. A broken man, torn between anger and longing. And you… still just a shadow of who you once were. The silence that followed wasn’t empty — it was dense, suffocating. Every breath felt like it had to be earned, fought for, swallowed between the cracks of everything broken between you two. Leon stood with his back to you, arms stiff at his sides, like he was afraid that if he moved, he’d shatter.

You watched him, wanting to reach out — but your body wouldn’t listen. Maybe because deep down, you knew you didn’t deserve to. You’d rehearsed this moment a thousand times during sleepless nights. You imagined tears, shouting, maybe even forgiveness. But you never imagined this silence. This unbearable quiet that screamed louder than anything else.

A voice told him to scream again, to tell you to leave and never come back. Another whispered that you were here — alive — and that had to mean something. But more than anything, he felt betrayed. You had always been the one person he could trust with anything. And now, he couldn’t even trust what he was feeling.

Leon’s mind was chaos. Every part of him was at war.

He hated how much he still loved you.

You closed your eyes for a moment. You could still see him, four years ago, in your memories — smiling, hopeful, soft. You remembered the way he used to touch your face like he was afraid you’d disappear. And in a way, you did. You wanted to say something. Anything. But the truth was, words felt meaningless. What could possibly be said to fill four years of silence? Four years of pain? Four years of believing a lie?

Leon finally sat back down, slower this time. He didn’t look at you. His hands rested on his knees, fingers trembling slightly. You saw it — not the anger now, but the exhaustion. The weight of grief he carried for someone who was never really gone.

“I mourned you,” he said quietly, almost like he was talking to himself. “I learned how to live with the hole you left. And now you’re here, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.”

“I don’t either,” you whispered. “But I’m here now. Not asking for anything. Just… letting you know I never forgot you. Not once.”

You nodded slowly, tears welling in your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall.

Another pause. Quieter, but heavier. His breathing steadied, but his heart raced. Yours did too. You both sat there, two people who used to be each other’s home, now barely recognizing the shape of what they’d become. And in that silence, there was no forgiveness. Not yet. But there was something else. Possibility. Fragile, flickering — but still there.

Leon exhaled, a rough, tired sound — like carrying that silence had hurt more than anything he’d said so far. He rubbed his face with both hands, like he was trying to scrape the past off his skin.

“Two days after your funeral,” he began, his voice hoarse, “I woke up thinking you were still lying next to me. I swear to God, I could still feel your warmth on the sheets. I turned over, ready to say ‘good morning,’ and the emptiness… it almost killed me right there.”

You felt your chest tighten but stayed quiet.

“I stopped eating for almost a week. Not because I was trying to punish myself, but because everything tasted like stone. Nothing made sense. People hugged me at the funeral like that would somehow fix anything, but all I saw in their eyes was pity. And pity… it made me sick.”

“One day, I sat on the kitchen floor with a bottle of whiskey and a gun in my hand. I stayed there for hours. I didn’t have the guts to pull the trigger, but I didn’t have the strength to keep going either. I just wanted the pain to stop. That’s it. One second of silence in here,” he said, tapping his chest.

He let out a humorless laugh, bitter and broken.

Finally, he looked at you — eyes red, wet, but steady.

“I became someone I barely recognize. Cold. Cynical. Closed off. I pushed everyone away. My friends. Even your mother. I told them I needed time, but really, I hated the world for moving on when you couldn’t.”

You tried to hold back your tears, but one slipped free before you could stop it. He saw — and for a moment, the fury in his face softened into raw pain. The pain of still loving you.

“Every damn day, I went to visit you. Told you about my week. How the coffee shop changed brands. The neighbor’s new dog. Sometimes I just sat there in silence. It was the only place I still felt… alive.”

“I loved you like I’ve never loved anyone. And you killed me while I was still breathing. And now you’re here, and I don’t know if I should hold you or scream until my throat bleeds.”

He took a deep breath, and now his voice wasn’t so much angry as it was heavy.

You felt every word like a blade to the chest. Because he was right. Because nothing you said would erase his pain. Because he had spent four years in ruins — because of you.

“I’m not even sure who I am without the pain anymore,” he said at last, eyes staring into nothing. “It became part of me. Like a scar that never closes.”

The silence returned. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t the silence of avoidance — it was the silence of two people standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure if the next step would be a bridge… or the fall. You stood there, frozen — the weight of his words pressing into your chest like a collapsing ceiling. You wanted to say something, to reach out, to close the distance that four years had carved like a canyon between you. But how do you touch someone you’ve already shattered?

“I don’t have an excuse that can undo what I put you through,” you said, your voice low and trembling. “I wish I did. I wish I could go back and change every moment. But I can’t.”

Leon didn’t respond. His eyes were glassy, fixed somewhere just over your shoulder — like looking at you too directly would break him all over again.

“I never stopped loving you,” you continued, stepping forward. “I carried you with me every day. I thought about you when I was in the dark, when I thought I might die. And the only thing that kept me going was the hope that one day, maybe, I could come back. That maybe you’d still be here.”

He flinched — just slightly. It was enough to make you stop.

“You don’t owe me anything,” you added quickly. “Not forgiveness. Not trust. Nothing. I didn’t come here to reclaim a place in your life. I came because the truth was eating me alive. Because I needed you to know that you were never forgotten. That your grief wasn’t for nothing.”

Leon closed his eyes, a single tear slipping down his cheek. For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t breathe — and then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, head bowed. His voice came out in a whisper.

“I don’t know if I still believe in us.”

That sentence hit you harder than anything else. But you nodded. Because he wasn’t wrong.

“I understand,” you whispered back.

More silence. But now, it felt like a thread — thin, frayed, but still connecting the two of you. A lifeline. Maybe not enough to heal yet… but maybe enough to hold onto. The silence lingered, dense and alive — like a third presence in the room, breathing between you both. Leon sat still, his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. His shoulders had stopped trembling, but his entire posture screamed exhaustion. He wasn’t crying anymore, not out loud. But the kind of grief that sat inside him… that never really stopped.

Every sound — the ticking clock, the hum of the refrigerator, the distant bark of a dog outside — felt louder now, like the world had resumed while you two remained frozen in time. Leon slowly sat up, wiping his face with the sleeve of his shirt. His eyes found yours again, this time not with fury, but something harder to read — like he was trying to see if the person in front of him was real. Still real.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t dare. Not yet.

“Do you know what it’s like to live every day with a ghost you can’t let go of?”

His voice, when it came, was low. Hollowed out.

You nodded. You did. Maybe not in the same way — but you had your own ghosts. Your own regrets.

“Yes,” you whispered. “I do.”

He leaned back into the couch, eyes on the ceiling now.

“I thought if I ever saw you again, I’d lose control. Scream, curse you out, slam the door in your face.” He paused. “But now… I just feel tired.”

That truth hit heavier than any rage. There was no fire left in his voice — just ash. You stepped forward, slowly, cautiously, until you were close enough to sit across from him. But you didn’t. Not yet.

“I lost years of my life too,” you said quietly. “But I know… yours were worse.”

“I used to dream about you,” he murmured. “And every time I woke up… it felt like losing you all over again.”

Leon chuckled softly. Not out of humor. Out of something closer to disbelief.

“I don’t expect you to love me anymore.”

Another long silence. This one sat differently. Like neither of you wanted to break it. Your voice came out almost inaudible.

It landed like a punch to your ribs. His breathing was slower now. Steadier. The storm in his chest was still there — but it wasn’t ripping him apart anymore. It was just… present. Heavy. Real. He looked down at his hands.

Leon turned his head toward you slowly. His eyes were tired, rimmed red, but his expression was unreadable. “I never stopped,” he said. “That’s the fucking problem.”

“I don’t know what to do with this. With you. With any of this.”

“I don’t either.”

You nodded.

Another silence. This one longer. But not as suffocating. You both just existed there — broken, bruised, side by side, trying to figure out if the pieces still fit. Leon finally looked at you again. Not as a ghost. Not as a betrayal. But as someone human. Someone who hurt him — but also someone who hurt with him. And for the first time, his voice didn’t shake.

Just one word. But it wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t peace. It was a door — barely cracked open — and the unspoken hope that maybe, just maybe, this didn’t have to end in ruins. The rain outside had started to fall harder, drumming steadily against the windows, a soft rhythm like a heartbeat trying to remind them they were still alive. The city beyond was blurred and distant, hidden behind streaks of water and foggy glass. Inside, the world had shrunk — just you, Leon, and everything unsaid still echoing in the corners of the room.

“Stay.”

You sat across from him now. The coffee table between you was scattered with old coasters and a few unopened envelopes. Neither of you had moved for a while, not really. It was as if you both feared that a single wrong word or gesture might send everything crumbling again.

Leon reached out slowly for the glass of water he'd poured earlier and took a sip. His hands were steadier now. His breath is less sharp. The kind of calm that only comes after emotional devastation — a quiet, temporary stillness where there's nothing left to break.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his voice rasped but gentler now.

You blinked, surprised by the question, then realized your hands had been resting on your thighs, fingers curled slightly from the tension.

“A little,” you admitted.

Without a word, he stood up and walked down the hall, the sound of his footsteps soft against the old wooden floor. You stayed where you were, the quiet hum of the rain filling the room in his absence.

He came back holding a faded gray hoodie — the same one you used to steal from him on lazy Sunday mornings, the one that still faintly smelled of him, even now. He tossed it gently onto the couch next to you but didn’t sit back down yet. You slipped it over your head, letting the fabric swallow you like a memory you weren’t ready to let go of.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

Leon nodded, standing by the window now, watching the rain.

“You know,” he said after a long pause, “I used to sit here and pretend you’d walk through that door again. Like the universe would just… undo it somehow.”

You stayed silent. There wasn’t a right response to something like that. He turned around finally and leaned against the windowsill; arms crossed loosely.

“But now that you’re here… I don’t know what to do with the part of me that’s been built around your absence.”

“I don’t want to take up space I don’t belong in anymore,” you replied. “But I don’t want to vanish again either.”

His eyes met yours, tired but a little softer now.

You nodded. That was more than you expected.

“Then don’t. Stay tonight. That’s all I can promise for now. One night.”

You talked about small things. Mundane things. The new neighbor who played guitar too loudly. The cat that used to sit on his balcony. The time he tried to bake banana bread and nearly burned the kitchen down. There were pauses. Long ones. But they weren’t heavy anymore. Just… space. Breathing room.

Later, the two of you sat in the dim light of the living room, a cup of tea warming your hands. The steam curled into the air while the sound of the rain softened into background noise — a lullaby for two people learning how to share silence again. He sat close now, but not touching. Still unsure. Still tender.

At one point, he looked at you — really looked at you — and his hand brushed against yours on the couch. Not a grab. Not a reach. Just a question, asked without words.

You didn’t pull away.

Neither of you smiled. It wasn’t time for that yet.

But you sat there, side by side, as the night deepened and the rain kept falling, and for the first time in four years, you weren’t ghosts to each other anymore. You were real. And for now, that was enough. The rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle by the time you both finally found the courage to talk about the hardest thing — what comes next.

Leon stared at his hands resting on his lap, fingers tapping nervously against each other. The room was almost dark, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that danced on the walls.

“So,” he began, voice low and uncertain, “how do we start over? After… everything?”

You swallowed, the question hanging heavy like a stone in your throat. You had no easy answer. No neat fix.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your eyes fixed on a spot on the carpet, tracing invisible patterns with your gaze. “Maybe we don’t. Maybe we just try to build something new — not from what we lost, but from what’s left.”

Leon looked up, his gaze searching yours. “And what’s left?”

You hesitated.

“Pain. Regret. Memories that don’t always hurt, but don’t exactly heal either.”

He laughed — a sharp, bitter sound. “Sounds like a great foundation for a relationship.”

You chuckled softly despite yourself. “Yeah, maybe we’re better at breaking things than fixing them.”

He met your eyes, and for the first time that night, there was a flicker of something warmer.

“But maybe that’s exactly why we have to try.”

Silence stretched between you again, but it wasn’t heavy this time. It felt like a shared breath, an unspoken agreement.

“I don’t expect things to go back to how they were,” Leon said quietly. “And I don’t want to pretend this pain just disappears. But I want to see if we can be… honest. Even if it’s hard.”

You nodded, the lump in your throat loosening a bit.

“Honesty. No lies. No ghosts.”

He gave a small, sad smile. “No ghosts.”

For the first time, the possibility of a future — however fragile — felt real. Not a promise. Not a certainty. But a chance. You reached out, letting your hand rest lightly on his. Not forcing anything. Just presence. Leon’s fingers twitched, hesitating, then slowly closed around yours. Not quite a grip, but not a retreat either.

“We’ll figure it out,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “One day at a time.”

[leonkennedysloverboy]

based on this lovely fanart imagine being roommates with rookie!leon and coming home after an exhausting day.

With the soft thud of the front door closing behind you, you let a heavy sigh slip from your lips. 

Today had been pure chaos, easily one of the most stressful days of your life. You hadn’t slept properly the night before, tossing and turning until eventually your alarm clock sounded. You tried to find your strength back with a coffee run, but the café was packed and the sluggish line made you late for your first class. Lunch had thankfully been the only part of the day that went remotely well, but your final lecture dragged on endlessly. By the time the bus finally showed up the sun had already set and your brain felt like a tangled mess.

Yeah…today had been rough. 

You kicked off your shoes, letting them fall by the door with a dull thump, the sound nearly lost beneath the chatter of a movie playing in the living room. From the dialogue and explosions, you guessed it was one of those old action movies.

Leon was home.

You padded quietly towards the sound, expecting to find him exactly in his usual half asleep slouch on the sofa and an energy drink in his hand like you often found him after his shifts, but as you entered the open space you were met with a soft scene in front of you.

Leon was there, yes, but not in his usual slouch. He was lying on his stomach, arm tucked under the throw pillow, cheek pressed lazily into the cushion, a small dark spot of drool blooming on the cushion beneath. And resting on top of him like a royal on her throne was Beans, your cat. She was curled up perfectly in the small of his back, purring in her sleep like she hadn’t spent the past year treating Leon like an annoying stranger.

You stopped in your tracks, letting the scene settle into your chest like a warm mug of cocoa. You’d been roommates for over a year now, and while the line between friendship and something more had long since begun to blur, you’d never seen him like this. He looked so soft, so peaceful for once in his life.

You snapped out of your thoughts when a gun fight scene started to play on the TV, too loud in the stillness. You tiptoed closer, crouching down in front of the couch and reaching carefully for the remote tucked just beneath Leon’s chin.

But the moment your fingers brushed the plastic object, a hand shot out and wrapped firmly around your wrist.

You let out a small curse. “Leon—!”

His eyes blinked open, hazy with sleep, brows moving back into their usual furrowing stance. “What—Oh. Hey, you’re home already.” He glanced around the room disoriented before adding, “What time is it?”

You let out a breathless laugh, half-startled, half-affectionate. “It’s 8PM. I was just turning the TV off. Didn’t want to wake you and Beans.”

He blinked again, finally noticing the weight on his back. The cat still curled into herself lazily moving her tail from side to side.

“She climbed on me?” He asked, voice scratchy.

“Looks like you’re her bed now,” you murmured, voice soft.

For a second, neither of you moved. His fingers were still loosely wrapped around your wrist, warm and gentle now. His eyes, still fogged with sleep, studied you in the low light. The distance between you felt smaller than it should’ve.

You swallowed. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“You didn’t,” he said, almost too quietly. “You’re home late.”

You nodded. “Long day.”

His thumb brushed over your wrist, absentminded. “You okay?”

Something in your chest cracked open at the small affection. You smiled, tired but sincere. “Yeah, don’t worry.”

Beans shifted again, making herself more comfortable as she kneaded his back with delicate paws. Leon huffed out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling with something warm and amused. “Can’t believe she’s letting me live—let alone making biscuits on me.”

“She likes you more than she lets on,” you said quietly, watching the way his smile softened his whole face.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was gentle. Like a blanket draped around the both of you, shielding you from the outside world and cocooning you both into the warmth of your home. Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. You didn’t know why—it just felt…right.

“Go to bed,” you whispered against his skin.

“You too,” he murmured back, his smile lingering as you stood.

You still weren’t sure what this was between you—but in moments like this, you didn’t feel the pressure to put a label to it. It just felt like home.

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a/n: finally made up my mind and wrote something for leon! i finished playing re4r a few days ago n i miss him like crazy :( i had to write something fluff to cope. My 2023 re phase is coming back stronger lol. let me know if you like this one shot and if u want to see more of leon ♡

req are always open!!

[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60832246/chapters/155375353

A Flame In Your Heart by SonicTheHedgeHog

Complete :)

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Leon Kennedy X Fem Reader

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Reader is a DSO agent, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Reader is a Raccoon City Survivor, Overused tropes lol, There Was Only One Bed, Lowkey buddy cop vibes, Mission Fic, Leon S. Kennedy Needs a Hug, Protective Leon S. Kennedy, Leon S. Kennedy is a Sweetheart, But also he's traumatised, and so are you, reader is a badass, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, reader has ptsd, Hurt, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Live Love Laugh, Bio Organic Weapons / B.O.W.s (Resident Evil), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Getting Together, Leon S. Kennedy/Female Reader, Undercover as Married, Injury Recovery, Dreams and Nightmares, Canon-Typical Violence

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Summary:

Ever since that dreaded day in Raccoon City, you haven't been able to sleep peacefully due to ceaseless nightmares.

When you're partnered up with the infamous Agent Kennedy on an overseas mission, you discover that Leon has coincidentally been suffering from the exact same problem.

(Basically you're both traumatised and emotionally stunted but forced proximity works its magic)

Not entirely cannon compliant I'm just a girl.

Inspired by the song "I don't want to set the world on fire" By the Ink Spots.

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Really cute and the resident evil parts of it definitely have me on my seat. I enjoyed this one a lot and I can’t wait to read more :)

[leonkennedysloverboy]

a/n: my second Leon oneshot, i can't believe it 😭 I hope you like it, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

summary: After a friend sets up a dating app profile for Leon, he—still a bit hesitant—ends up meeting you. And maybe, just maybe, it makes him rethink the idea that being on this app isn't so bad after all. (I’m terrible at writing summaries, sorry!)

words : 2k (sorry)

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"You did what?" Leon raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, staring at his friend.

"Relax, I just gave your love life a little update," his friend replied, grinning, phone already unlocked. "Check this out. Your profile looks amazing. Seriously, I outdid myself."

Leon huffed, running a hand down his face.

"Dude, this is a terrible idea. Seriously. A dating app? You know what happens when my face starts showing up out there..."

"What do you think will happen? Terrorists will break into your apartment because you liked a girl who’s into cats and bad TV shows?" the friend shot back, laughing. "Don’t tell me you're super happy with your lonely routine of cleaning guns and eating frozen meals while watching the news?"

Leon narrowed his eyes. "First of all: I don’t watch the news. Second: you know my life isn’t that simple."

"Exactly why you deserve to laugh a little, go out, I don’t know… live a little?"

The friend turned the phone to show him the screen. The first picture was one Leon barely remembered taking — he was leaning against a car, leather jacket, distracted expression. The second showed a rare real smile, from some random afternoon they spent together at a bar.

"You used that one?" Leon pointed. "I’m smiling too much in it."

"Exactly. People need to know you’re almost friendly."

Leon shook his head, about to argue, when the friend suddenly said, excited:

"Look at that, you already got a like!"

"...What?"

"Someone liked your profile. Here, look." He slid the phone forward with a dramatic gesture.

Leon hesitated. He didn’t want to care. He didn’t want to be interested. But his eyes fell on the screen.

It was you.

Your profile picture showed a sweet smile, round cheeks, bright eyes. And the description… it was funny. You weren’t trying to impress — and maybe that’s why it already did.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, staring at the screen.

"...She’s pretty," he said, mostly to himself.

"Mhm, and she seems nice. Don’t tell me it’s not worth at least a conversation?"

Leon bit the corner of his lip, thoughtful. "It’s just a conversation, right?"

"Exactly. A ‘hi’. Maybe a ‘how are you?’. Do you even remember how to flirt or should I type it for you too?"

Leon grabbed the phone from his friend’s hand, rolling his eyes — but the corner of his mouth betrayed a small smile.

"Alright. Just this once."

[...]

Days went by as your conversations with Leon developed. Talking to him was a little… different. The blonde was kind of cold in texts, didn’t always get your sense of humor, and sometimes took forever to reply. Still, he seemed like a decent guy and very respectful. You still remembered how hard you laughed when he told you how he made his dating profile.

After a week of chatting, you both decided to meet up, even though Leon was still a bit reluctant. The age difference wasn’t a problem for you — you always preferred older men. For him, though, it was still a little confusing. It wasn’t a huge gap, but it was still there.

The day came — at night — when Leon came to pick you up for the date. You saw him through your bedroom window, standing outside the car, taking a deep breath and talking to himself.

So cute.

He was wearing a white shirt under a blue blazer, dress pants, and his hair, as always, was perfect. As you walked outside, you saw him brushing off his clothes — he clearly didn’t know how to hide his nerves.

Leon seemed very different in person than in texts. Besides being a gentleman who kissed your hand, opened the car door, and complimented your outfit, he actually knew how to hold a conversation — even if he threw in a few awful dad jokes. He was taller than he looked in pictures, and definitely more muscular… honestly, he was hot.

Leon’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest — it was his first real date in years. You were beautiful, sweet, and smelled amazing… He knew he’d have to control himself not to kiss you right there in the car.

The way your breasts peeked out slightly from your dress neckline caught his attention — one wrong move and he’d be staring too much. You looked so delicate and sweet, so… perfect.

At the restaurant, his chivalry stayed the same. Your body shivered every time he spoke. That deep voice filled your ears, drowning out the other sounds of the place.

"So, are you in college?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah..." you laughed. "But probably not for long. I hate my major."

"Why? I thought you liked psychology." His voice sounded genuinely concerned.

Leon’s large hand reached out to touch yours, covering it completely. His hand was big and slightly rough, but still comforting.

"I don’t know… I just don’t feel the same passion I used to, you know? Like, when you finally reach that childhood dream of working with something and then, after a while… it just doesn’t make sense anymore."

That hit Leon deeply. He knew exactly what you were feeling… he’d felt it too.

"Yeah… I know that feeling all too well."

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"Oh my God, yes! It’s so crazy... like, some people really mistake kindness for flirting," you said, laughing, covering part of your face, a little embarrassed by how much fun you were having.

Leon chuckled too, that low, rough laugh that came straight from his chest. He looked at you with a glint in his eyes, elbows on the table, glass forgotten beside him.

"I’m like... girl, I just helped you, okay? I don’t want you."

You burst into laughter. The way he said things, with a hint of sarcasm but never mean, made your stomach feel warm — it wasn’t just the laughs, it was his presence. His direct gaze, lips slightly parted as if always about to say something that’d make you smile. It was impossible not to feel at ease with him.

Conversations with Leon flowed with such delicious ease, so naturally, it felt like you’d known each other for much longer. You couldn’t even remember the last time you laughed so much on a first date — or when you allowed yourself to feel this comfortable with someone. Usually, you hated being touched during conversations; your personal space was sacred. But with him… it felt different.

Leon’s touch was almost hypnotic. He spoke calmly, sometimes pausing to listen to you, and in those moments, he let his fingertips lightly caress your hand. He did it like it was automatic, intimate without being invasive — like he had memorized your skin’s rhythm. And you loved it. Loved it so much that when he stopped, you missed it.

"Are you sleepy?" he asked, voice soft, eyes watching yours.

"A little… but I don’t want this to end yet," you admitted, looking down for a second, feeling your cheeks warm. You meant it.

Leon gave a slow, shy smile. He glanced around, calculating time, the hour, the distance.

"It’s getting late. I can take you home, if you want. I don’t want you walking alone."

You hesitated for a second. Not out of fear — you just didn’t want the moment to end. But he was looking at you like that — kind, protective, no pressure. Just him being… him.

"You’re gonna drop me off and then disappear from the app, huh?" you teased, half-joking but also testing him.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "If I disappear, will you miss me?"

You looked away, smiling to yourself. "Maybe."

He stood up, offering his hand, and you took it without thinking much — his fingers closed around yours with both firmness and gentleness, the kind of touch that made you forget the world outside existed.

The walk to the car was calm, sidewalks quiet under the yellow glow of the streetlights. He opened the door for you, and for a moment, when you sat down, the scene didn’t feel like an ending — but the start of something.

On the drive to your house, the conversation continued — softer, more intimate. You talked about little things, shared interests, bad movies from childhood, what you both hated about Sunday nights. Leon drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally resting on your thigh, touching your exposed skin lightly — and that small gesture made your heart skip.

When he parked in front of your house, he turned off the engine but didn’t rush to say goodbye. He just stayed there, turned toward you, eyes locked on yours.

"Thank you for tonight, really," you said, voice softer than you expected.

Leon tilted his head slightly. "I think… it’s been a while since I felt this way. Light. It was good."

"It was great," you corrected, smiling.

And for a moment, silence fell — that kind of silence full of unsaid things.

You hesitated at the door handle but turned to him again.

"You’re gonna text me, right?"

"I will," he promised — and you believed him.

You meant to get out of the car, go into your house, and freak out like any normal girl would after a date with a hot guy, but your body wouldn’t move.

You let go of the handle and sat back, looking at him, noticing how his blue eyes looked even more intense.

"I was gonna leave, but…" you laughed nervously, "I don’t know… I can’t."

"Good. I was already regretting not kissing you before you left," he said, smiling softly.

He leaned his head back against the seat, glancing between your eyes and lips. You mimicked his posture, resting your head back too.

"So you do want to kiss me?"

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, the sound tickling your stomach.

A silence filled the space before the blonde leaned closer, inch by inch, until his lips met yours.

Leon’s lips moved with gentle hunger, savoring yours. His tongue danced with yours in a slow rhythm, making the car feel warmer by the second.

A moan escaped your throat when his fingertips touched your thigh again — this time moving up and down against your soft skin.

Hearing your moan, feeling the vibration of your voice in his lips, made his pants tighter — his cock growing harder, craving your wet, warm touch. You ran your fingers through his platinum hair, tugging slightly, earning a low groan from Leon. His fingers pushed your dress up until they reached the spot he wanted most, brushing against your damp panties.

His touch made you shiver. Breathless, you pulled away, but your faces stayed close. Heavy breathing, flushed skin, lingering tension… you wanted more. A lot more.

Without thinking too much, your small hand found his cock over his pants, squeezing gently and feeling his size, drawing a sharp inhale from Leon who shut his eyes, gripping your thigh harder.

So many years without a touch that wasn’t his own, so much time craving a moment like this — he just wanted to rip that dress off and fuck you until you forgot your own name. Feel your warm pussy swallowing him, squeeze and suck your tits while you rode him hard...

But this was your first date. And he wanted a second one. He knew that if you had sex now, there was a chance it wouldn’t happen.

"Baby… wait," he said, pulling your hand away, opening his eyes. "How about we save that for another day, hmm?"

"You don’t want to?" you asked, hesitant.

He chuckled, kissing your neck.

"Oh honey… if you only knew what I really want to do to you right now… but I think we should wait for a second date. What do you think?"

You felt his tongue teasing your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made your head spin.

"I think that’d be good…"

"Yeah?" he smiled. "I promise, next time, you’ll get to touch me as much as you want. But now, you need to rest."

You kissed a few more times before saying goodnight and finally getting out of the car.

Damn… you wanted him so badly.

[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45822673/chapters/115319965

Fell by the Wayside by megumimidnight

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Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical PTSD and Trauma, Slow Burn, fem reader - Freeform, Best Friend Claire, Work Bestie Ingrid, Friendship, Takes Place Around RE4, Strays From Main Storylines Completely, Carlos is Reader's Brother, minor original characters, Tension, Mystery, Drugs, References to Drugs, physical violence, reference to suicide, Character Death, Family, Reach out if you'd like for me to add a tag, A Bonus NSFW Chapter (labelled)

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Author Summary:

For the last five years, everything you've worked for has led up to this: uncovering the truth.

No matter who stands in your way, tries to instill fear in you, takes up a home in your heart. All of that had to mean less in comparison to who you treasure most. It had to.

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I loooove this story. It is a long one. There is 65 chapters but the characterization, writing, mystery, and just overall story make it so worth it. Definitely one of my favorites.

[leonkennedysloverboy]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49938340/chapters/126077923

Away From The Sun by mrskennedy

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Leon Kennedy X Fem Reader

Tags: female Y/n, Partners to friends to lovers, Slow Burn On Reader's Part, Flashbacks, Leon has PTSD, Tags will be adjusted as necessary, Graphic Violence, Reader is an informant, Reader is an FOS agent, Hunnigan is a badass (duh), Hurt/Comfort, angst with comfort, there IS a plot, Reader has a sucky boyfriend at first, Original Characters), Freeform female, Sweet Moments, Alcholism, Leon is having an emotional breakthrough, Im lowkey proud of him, Chris Redfield makes an appearance - Freeform, Jill Valentine will too, Sherry Birkin Freeform, Leon S. Kennedy - Freeform, Leon S Kennedy Needs a Hug, and maybe a kiss too, He will get a kiss dont worry, Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Content

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Author Summary:

You're stretched thin. Between a shitty boyfriend who believes you're pointless, and a reckless D.O.S. agent who has you pulling your hair out, everything seems on the line.

Working with Leon S. Kennedy wasn't easy, but you didn't realize what that entailed. However, when Leon comes back from a failed mission, leaving your job in jeopardy, you and Leon are forced to scrape pieces together to solve this case. The closer you get, the more dangerous things become. Hooded figures, ominous notes and encryptions, and attempted assassinations are all preventing you from cracking this case. But you have to. You don't have a choice.

But at least you're not alone.

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I love this one. This was one of the first Leon Kennedy X Readers I read and it set my expectations for them high. I highly highly highly recommend anything written by MrsKennedy, especially this story in particular because the plot twists, flirting, pining, and what not just make this story phenomenal.

[leonkennedysloverboy]

Ashes of Raccoon City by LittleG98

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Book 1. (Complete)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62938219/chapters/161170144

Hindsight by LittleG98

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Book 2. (Incomplete)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65442574/chapters/168430099

Inbetween by LittleG98

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Author Summary for Hindsight

Raccoon City is in ruins. Fires burn, shadows stretch across crumbling streets, and the dead are hungry. Stuck with two strangers -a rookie cop and a desperate sister - you must navigate the chaos and find a way out.

But as the city falls apart, questions linger. Where did this nightmare begin? Who can you trust? And most terrifying of all... who will make it out alive?

A retelling of RE2 with you added into the mix.

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Tags (both stories): Game: Resident Evil 2 Remake (2019), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Crushes, Possibly Unrequited Love, There are some issues, Zombies, Matter of Life and Death, Unresolved Emotional Tension, You need a hug, Minor Injuries, soft moments, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Stratcom - Freeform, Part Two, Friends to Lovers, but like slowly, I'll add more with time

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I think the author is going to have 3 stories but I’m not sure at this point in time. I do however know that the angst is to die for. The unresolved romantic tension in the second book (at this point in time there’s only two chapters) is quite literally so good and angsty. And the first book does a good job of adding the reader into the story in a way that makes sense while setting up for the Stratcom training. The angst with Ada, the way the reader feels, the flirting, it’s truly so good.

Absolutely worth the read :)