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[robidentevil]

∘⧼ ⋆ my spot ˚⧽ ˳

collegestudent!leon kennedy x fem!reader - college au

chapter 3.. WOOHOO my favorite so far.. hope u enjoy it heheheheheeheh

-chapter 3-

You should’ve known the universe wasn’t done screwing with you.

The professor read through names like they were filler audio—just background noise—until yours slipped out. You gave your usual half-muttered reply.

“And Leon Kennedy?” he called.

That voice. That snarky, unmistakable voice answered. Of course.

He’s your partner? Great. Fantastic. Why were you just now finding out his name?

You stood up, ready to bolt out of the lecture hall and pretend this never happened, when you heard him call behind you—

“Yo, Y/N.”

You turned.

“Need your number.”

You blinked. Then laughed in disbelief. “Why? Want to ask me out on a date?”

He frowned like you’d offended him. “No?.. For the project.”

Shit. You're a dumbass. “Oh! Yeah, totally—I was just kidding. It’s ********.”

He walked off without another word. No reaction. No smirk. No nothing. What a bitch.

…He did text you later that day, though.

A few hours later, you were standing in front of his dorm room. You knocked once—and the door opened way too fast. Was he waiting for you?

You decided not to dwell. You had bigger problems to face. Like the group project. With your enemy. (From the past 48 hours—but that’s beside the point.)

You hadn’t realized you were just standing there, zoning out, until he stepped aside and tilted his head.

“You coming in or…?”

You stepped inside, brushing past him.

“You want something to eat?” he asked, scratching his head.

“If it’s another protein bar, I swear to God—”

He raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, hey! They build character.”

You let out a laugh, unfiltered and sudden. “Yeah, okay, Leon.”

He watched you fidget with your hands, then cleared his throat.

“Sooo… living room? Or—”

“Dining table,” you cut in.

“Right. Okay.” He nodded, shoved his hands into his pockets, and went to gather his things.

An hour passed.

You were still fighting over the meaning of a quote. God. Literature.

“Do you always argue like this?” he asked, glancing up at you.

You shrugged. “Only when I’m right.”

“So, never?”

You rolled your eyes. You could be doing better things right now. Like dissecting this quote. Or literally anything else.

Eventually, you actually started writing the essay. And of course, he had thoughts.

“That’s your thesis? Bold…”

You looked up at him, unamused. “Bold or correct?”

He avoided eye contact. “…Bold.”

Cute. Wait—cute? Did you just think he was—Are you out of your damn mind?

“Heeeyyyo?? Do you even hear me right now?” Leon waved a hand in your face like a maniac.

“Stop! You’re making me dizzy,” you muttered, batting him away. “Let’s just finish this for today.”

These meetups became a daily thing over the week. There were… moments. Like when he changed his shirt in the corner of his room and you caught a glimpse of his happy trail.

…What the fuck is wrong with you?

The next morning, you woke up feeling like death. Leon was the last person you wanted to deal with. But responsibilities existed. Ugh.

Buzz. Buzz.

Your phone vibrated. Jill. Texting you.

After what felt like a century, your classes were finally done. You walked into your dorm and found Jill, cross-legged on the bathroom sink, doing her makeup.

“You’re gonna fall doing that.”

She looked back. “No, I won’t! …At least, I don’t think I will.” She grimaced and went back to her eyeliner.

“Ada’s coming, by the way..”

You groaned. “Really? Ada? Jill, you know we don’t get along—”

“OH COME ON! Just give her another chance, pleaseee.”

“Fine. Just—stop nagging. I hate it.”

She grinned, smug and victorious.

An hour—or maybe a few—later, you both headed out. The frat house is ten minutes away. Your plan? A few drinks. Beer pong. Leave early.

It was going fine… until you saw that blond head. Shit. He was here?

Lying bastard. (Not like you didn’t lie too… but still.)

He looked good. Too good. Out of the hoodies and headphones, in actual decent lighting… He could model. Why didn’t he model?

“Ooo, he’s cute,” Jill whispered, nudging your arm. “Want me to set you up?”

“Ehem?? That’s the guy I’ve been telling you about!”

Her jaw dropped. “THAT’S—”

“JILL! Shhh!”

She leaned in, lowering her voice. “That’s demon boy??” She took a long look at him. “Damn. I would've enjoyed every mom—”

You pinched her side to shut her up.

“Should I play with this discovery?” she teased.

“Totally,” you grinned. “Text him.”

You did. And he responded with a sigh. Like you were a chore. Again.

Jill peeked at your phone.

“Damn. What a dick.”

“Right? And you’re the one calling him McDreamy.”

She pursed her lips teasing. “Him being a dick doesn’t make him less gorgeous.”

Before you could answer, she dragged you toward the drinks table.

Everything after that? A blur. You might’ve downed like 50 fireballs.

You woke up on a couch. Not Jill’s. Not Ada’s.

The dining table across from you looked… familiar. Shit.

You were at Leon’s.

You fumbled through your purse, grabbed your phone. 19 missed calls from Jill. 8:00 AM. Saturday. Thank God.

You got up quietly, trying to sneak out—until you saw him in the kitchen.

“Hey. You’re not leaving on an empty stomach,” he said. “If something happens to you, I’m screwed.”

You turned around, eyes sharp. “Oh, so this is about you? Why am I even here?”

His expression turned defensive. “I brought you here because you were dead drunk and I didn’t know where you lived!”

You winced, holding your head. “Shit… sorry. I don’t know why I screamed.” You exhaled. “Let’s just forget it.” You moved toward the door.

“I gotta go.”

You heard him start to protest as you shut it behind you.

Thankfully, you lived a few floors above. As you got into your room, you caught your reflection.

Your makeup… gone. He wiped it off? Where did he even get makeup wipes?

Why was he being so nice?

You didn’t have time to think. You needed sleep. The meetup was at six.

Later that evening, you returned to his dorm and knocked. He opened the door, same as always. You sat down, expecting work. But he just… stared.

“What are you looking at?” you asked.

He quickly looked away. “Nothing.”

A pause. Then—

“Did you go out with Ada?”

You groaned. “Seriously, Leon? Now’s not the time.”

“She almost left you there. If Jill hadn’t found me—if I hadn’t come—”

You cut him off. “Thanks for your input, Dad. But I can take care of myself.”

He rolled his eyes and dropped it. The usual rhythm resumed. Barely.

“Are you suuure? That sounds like bullshit to me,” he teased later.

You raised a brow. “Really?”

He backed off immediately. “No… not really.”

You hummed a soft mhmm in response.

He giggled.

Cute.

Wait—no. Weird. Right?

You weren’t sure anymore. Because it wasn’t a chore anymore. It was… kind of fun.

You actually turned down Hangouts for this. (Pssst… he did too.)

You had something to look forward to. Someone.

One day, he casually dropped a Rice Krispies bar in your lap.

“What’s this?”

He shrugged. “You said you were waiting for a better protein bar flavor. This was the sugariest one I could find to match the cup of caramel in front of you.”

You laughed. “Leon. This isn’t protein. It’s cereal.”

He raised a brow. “Potato, potahto.”

God, he was a dumbass. Your dumbass?

…Maybe.

—-

The dim light of the empty study room flickered overhead, casting shadows on the forgotten papers scattered across the table. The hum of the air conditioner filled the silence between you and Leon, but it did nothing to cool your rising temper. You stood across from him, arms crossed, pulse thrumming hot beneath your skin—mostly from frustration.

“I’m serious, Leon,” you snapped, your voice sharp as you tried to keep it from shaking. “You don’t just get to hijack the whole project and pretend like we agreed to your idea.”

Leon leaned back against the table, effortlessly calm, that infuriating little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He crossed his arms, like he was settling into the argument instead of trying to end it.

“I didn’t hijack anything. You just don’t like that someone actually had a better plan.”

Your jaw clenched, eyes narrowing. “You are so—God, you’re so infuriating sometimes. I can’t argue with you when I’m this—”

“What?” he cut in smoothly, his eyes catching yours and holding them. “Turned on?”

The words landed between you like a dropped match. For a second, you actually forgot how to breathe. You froze, every nerve in your body buzzing. Heat crawled up your neck, blooming across your face like wildfire. Leon was smirking now—barely—but it was there. Controlled. Knowing. He’d planned that.

“I was going to say angry, you jackass,” you managed to hiss, but the edge in your voice was gone, replaced with something… shaky.

His smirk didn’t fade. “Mm. Same thing, isn’t it?”

Your breath caught again. You hated how your body reacted to the low rasp of his voice, the way the air between you suddenly felt heavier. You hated how close he seemed even from a few feet away. And most of all, you hated the awful, undeniable truth echoing in your head:

He might’ve been right.

Eventually, the silence broke. You packed up your notes with trembling hands, neither of you saying much after that—but the tension hung in the air like static.

When you finally left the study room, he held the door open for you. You stared at him in disbelief, still caught off guard by whatever the hell that was. In classic Leon fashion, he kicked at your ankle as you walked past. You stumbled forward with a hissed “ow,” turning to glare at him.

Of course. You slapped him on the arm in return. He grinned like he’d won something.

You both stepped into the front lobby of the library—just in time to hear the crash of thunder. It was pouring. Sheets of rain hammered against the pavement outside, wind slicing sideways.

“What is with your weather luck and libraries?” you muttered, mostly to yourself.

Leon said nothing—just pulled an umbrella out of his backpack. You blinked.

“…You checked the weather?”

He shrugged. “Maybe I don’t like being soaked on the walk back. Crazy, I know.”

Before you could sass back, he popped the umbrella open and stepped closer, holding it over both of you. His arm brushed yours as you walked side by side under the awning, the wind still managing to sneak in. You didn’t say anything. Neither did he. You just listened to the rain and let the silence stretch between you, warmer now than it had been in the study room.

When you reached the split in the path, he gave you a lazy half-smile as he stepped back, hand still holding the umbrella out over you.

“Night.”

It wasn’t much. But it made your stomach do that stupid flip again.

You gave a little wave and turned toward your dorm, heart still pounding for some ungodly reason.

Inside, you kicked off your shoes, still thinking about it. You didn’t owe him a thank you, but… maybe a short text wouldn’t kill you. Something casual. Like "thanks for the umbrella lol". Reasonable. Normal.

You typed:

“you’re kinda nice when you’re not being a smug asshole”

Your thumb hovered. Then deleted. Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. Gone.

You let out a groan and put your phone on the counter.

“HEY! COME ON!!” Jill’s voice rang from the other side of the door. “Stop hogging the bathrooooom!”

You sighed and headed over. But she was waiting just outside the door, one brow raised suspiciously.

“Hey… why are you smiling?” she asked, arms folded. “Was the project that funny?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut. Up.”

Her jaw dropped in theatrical horror. “OH MY GOD. You like him.”

You grabbed the nearest towel and threw it in her face. “I DO NOT.”

She held her hands up in surrender, laughing. “Okay, okay. Just finish up!”

You closed the door and stared at yourself in the mirror for a second.

“…Do I?” you muttered.

The silence that followed didn’t help. Not even a little.

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[robidentevil]

𓈒 ׄ﹐ ೨ rob’s masterlist ౿ ݂۫ ׄ 𝄞

 

༻leon s. kennedy༺

my spot - unfinished (fluff)

༻joel miller༺

nothing here yet! ;/

༻arthur morgan༺

nothing here yet! ;/

[robidentevil]

₊𝜗my spot𝜚˚

collegestudent!leon kennedy x fem!reader

- fluff and some swearing -

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hope you enjoy this because i couldn’t get any sleep last night so i’ve been up writing this.. i felt super productive so here we are.. word count isn’t that much..! but chapter 3 will be way longer trust… so it might take a few days..

chapter 2

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Something felt off the moment you stepped inside.

Maybe it was the lighting—colder than usual, tinged with a sickly gray that made everything feel just a little off. Maybe it was the way the air clung to your skin, damp and still, like the whole building was holding its breath. Or maybe, just maybe, it was him.
Already there.
Settled into your seat like he owned it.
Like he knew you’d show.

You didn’t say anything. Just sat across from him and opened your laptop, pretending not to notice how the silence stretched, pulling thinner and thinner by the second.

You didn’t even realize the flurry had started outside. Didn’t catch the flickering lights, the way students began to shuffle out in twos and threes. You were too focused. You had to win this. Get that seat back. Reclaim your pride.
One smug look from him and you were ready to rewrite your entire academic career just to spite him.

And then—

BEEP. BEEP.

Your phone lit up, buzzing like it had something personal against you.

Emergency Weather Alert: BLIZZARD WARNING. CAMPUS LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT.

Perfect.

You looked up slowly. He didn’t even flinch—just kept scrolling, perfectly calm, like this was a normal Tuesday.

You were halfway to the door when you realized it wouldn’t budge. You tugged again. Nothing. You turned to the librarian at the front desk, who didn’t seem remotely phased.

“Sorry, dear,” she said, far too chipper, flipping a laminated sign with practiced ease.
LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT: DOORS SEALED UNTIL MORNING.

You blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Outside, the snow was already halfway up the door. You turned around like maybe, just maybe, the universe would show you some mercy.

Nope. There he was. Still in your seat. Still smirking.

You dragged yourself back to your chair—your former chair—facing him like you were about to start a duel.

This time, he looked up. Clocked your expression. And smiled.

“Something wrong?”

Oh, fantastic.

You tried to stay composed, but your mouth decided otherwise.

“Could you get any more fucking annoying?”

His smile widened. The bastard looked delighted. You blinked at him. Was this his thing? Did he enjoy being screamed at? what a sicko.

You pulled out your phone and tried calling Jill.
No signal. Of course.

“No signal. Cool. Love that for me.”

“You’ll survive,” he said without looking up.

You glared. “You sure about that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “...Not really.”

You both lapsed into silence. An hour ticked by. The air was stuffy. Your stomach growled so loud it felt like betrayal.

He unzipped his bag and pulled out a protein bar.

You eyed it. “Seriously? That’s all you brought?”

He shrugged. “What, you want half?”

You stared at the wrapper. For a second, you considered it. Then decided to stand your ground .
“I’d rather eat the table.”

“Your loss.”

He took a bite, then closed his laptop and leaned back like he owned the room. Again.

“You always this talkative?”

“Only when I’m trying not to commit a felony.”

He tilted his head, mildly impressed. “Romantic.”

You kicked his shin under the table. “Shut up.”

“Hey—don’t attack me. I’m delicate.”

You snorted. You actually snorted.

And he grinned like he’d won something.

Another hour passed. The wind outside slapped against the windows like it had a personal grudge. You sat, curled into your hoodie, half-asleep, half-annoyed.

“You sure this place won’t collapse?” you asked.

He didn’t look up. “If it does, at least I’ll die in your seat. Full circle.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it gave you a headache.

But then, just as the quiet was starting to settle, he spoke again.

“You know, you could just admit it.”

You blinked at him. “Admit what?”

“That you like sitting across from me.”

You stared, deadpan. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

He smirked. “So which one am I?”

You studied him. “Aren’t you a curious thing.”

He leaned forward, squinting at your notebook. “Is that a word or a summoning circle?”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Guess I’ve been summoning you by accident.”

He looked far too pleased with himself, leaning back like he owned the air in the room now, too.

Eventually, he finished his granola bar and crumpled it like he was putting on a whole show.

“Nice of you to offer me one,” you muttered.

“I thought you were gonna eat the table.”

“Maybe I was waiting for a better flavor.”

He shrugged. “Then maybe you should’ve brought your own.”

You hated that he was kind of right. And worse, kind of smug about it.

Then, mercifully, the intercom crackled to life.

“The campus lockdown has now been lifted. Students may exit the building at this time. Please proceed with caution.”

You nearly sobbed. Your bag suddenly felt twenty pounds lighter.

The door that had been frozen shut was now cracked open, the hallway beyond blanketed in eerie, muffled white. Cold air rushed in and hit your face like a slap.
You stepped out, boots crunching against the fresh snow, breathing in freedom for the first time in hours.

You made it to your dorm in silence. Dropped everything. Collapsed into bed. Didn’t even bother to change.
You weren’t sure if you’d hallucinated half of that or if you were just losing it.

But the next morning made one thing very clear:
The universe wasn’t done with you yet.

You shuffled into your lecture hall, brain half-asleep, coffee untouched. You scanned for a seat—

And froze.

There he was. Hoodie up. Headphones in. Backpack flopped lazily beside him.
Three rows down. Same exact posture.
Like the blizzard never happened. Like he was summoned.

You sat a few rows back. No way were you giving him the satisfaction.

But he turned around.
Like he knew.
Like he felt you.

And of course—he smirked.
And winked.

You blinked. Did… did he just wink?

You looked away fast, but not fast enough to stop your stomach from fluttering.

why was it even fluttering?!

What was he, a curse? Some kind of walking karmic punishment?

Had you wronged him in a past life?

If so, you were pretty sure he deserved it.

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[robidentevil]

˗ˏˋmy spot ˎˊ˗

collegestudent!leon kennedy x fem!reader

college au

-fluff and a bit of swearing-

this is so short! but i wanted to see how well the intro to my new au would do. this is the firstish chapter but more of a intro to the au! hope u like this small intro/drabble!

You didn’t know his name. You didn’t want to.
All you knew was that he was in your seat.
Your spot — far window, perfect light, great outlet access, exactly one table away from the loud-breathing psychology majors. You’d been sitting there for weeks. It was yours.
And yet… there he was.
Hood up. Headphones in. Backpack slouched like it belonged there.
You cleared your throat. Loud. Nothing.
Then you dropped your books. Louder.
Still nothing.
He didn’t even look up.
So naturally, you sat down directly across from him and glared at his stupid hair for the next two hours.

“Something on my face?” The sound made you jolt from your laptop.
“What? No.”
“Then why have you been glaring at me for the past...” He stopped to look at his phone. “Two hours.”
You crossed your arms, ready for business. “I don’t know. Why are you in my spot?”
He snickered. “Why? Got your name on it, princess?”
You rolled your eyes and figured he’d sit somewhere else tomorrow. When the library was about to close, you got up and left.

You walked in the next day. The seat was taken. Again.
Same guy. Same hoodie. Same infuriatingly pretty face half-buried in his hand as he scrolled through something on his laptop. You stood behind him like a ghost, waiting — hoping — he’d look up. He didn’t.
Okay. Cool. Fine. You totally didn’t come all the way across campus in the rain to find this idiot in your sunlit corner.
You dropped your bag a little too hard on the table across from him, and for the first time, he looked up — just barely. His eyes were tired. Blue. Sharp. And unfairly pretty.
“Morning,” he muttered, voice hoarse like he hadn’t spoken to a human in hours, but still had a sly smirk like he had won.
Your brain stalled. Your mouth didn’t.
“Do you live here or something?”
A pause. Then he smirked.
“Do you?”
You raised your eyebrows at the rapid response. “Oh, okay. Fine. It’s on.”
He held back his smirk, looking at his laptop once more, but all you could think was war. You needed that spot back—not because it benefitted you, but because this fed your inner competitor. You had a mission now: get here before he did. Yet you always failed.

“Early bird gets the seat!” he’d say, smiling as he shrugged while all you could do was glare at him and sit across from him. Then you heard it. Tap. Tap tap. Was he... tapping his fucking pen? Could he get any more annoying? This went on for a whole hour until you snapped. You had enough stress — your shitfaced professors, midterms coming up, projects, projects, projects. Now him, your fucking spot, and his pen tapping.
“Will you stop?!” you shot at him, a bit too loud. You turned heads... oops!
“The hell’s your problem?!” he shot back, clearly confused.
“Your pen tapping! My... SPOT! It’s like all you wanna do is annoy me!”
He chuckled slightly as he held eye contact.
“Not my problem you can’t wake up earlier.” He snapped, teasingly pouting too.
Oh, this guy’s a fucking dick.

All you could do was text Jill. She’d know what to do. Right?

you: there’s a demon man in my fucking spot
jill: what??? who
you: don’t know. will kill him tomorrow
jill: okay why are we plotting murder at 11am

This unknown guy had no idea what was in store for him.

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[robidentevil]

𖥨᩠ׄ݁welcome to robs library༢ུ⠀

⟢ my name is rosalie, but most people call me rob.

𓊆im 20 yrs old, and a esfp 𓊇

𝜗𝜚 rob write’s for…

ཐི leon s. kennedy

ཐི joel miller

ཐི arthur morgan

+ most video game/ tv show men (18+ only.)

✁ 𓈒 ׄmy masterlist! 𓈒 ݂۫ ׄ　

ᓭི༏ DISCLAIMERS

i don’t write for women! (im just not any good at it..)

࿐ i dont write anything kinky, incest, extreme agegaps, or mythical beings!

⪩ english is not my first language! ⪨

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