#MUSE: [ LEON S. KENNEDY. ]

[lastblues]

@ghoulsplay / claire redfield.

          the low, steady sounds of news anchors covering the days events are muffled by the much more prominent sound of music radiating from a vintage jukebox in the corner closest to leon. he's grateful for the noise. he's not sure he can take a heartless recap of things he's more than aware of from people who have never been close to any of it right now. he's glad that they've never had to experience the things he has, but today isn't a day for being grateful; today is a day for numbing thoughts with a drink. he's sat at the bar with a half empty glass of whiskey in front of him and he's half listening in on the conversation the man two seats down from him is having with their bartender.

          "she left me," the tech support guy says with the sadness of someone who's lost a lot more than a girlfriend. his mood is rivaling leon's and that's pretty god damn impressive. "she left me for our neighbor. so like... what, i have to move now?"

          leon just about empties the glass as the door to the bar opens, and he takes a quick glance over his shoulder. it's habit, just to keep an eye on his surroundings, and he's already turning his head back when he realizes the woman who just walked in is---

          "claire?" his first smile of the day finally finds his lips. "well, fancy seeing you here. come sit, i'll buy you a drink."

          despite his earnest attempt to seem chipper or, at the very least, in mid to high spirits, exhaustion can be read on his face. dark circles ring his eyes and the light that used to live in them is snuffed out. he's not the same person claire met in raccoon city a few years ago. he's older and his life no longer feels like his own. he's a tool (a weapon) to be deployed at the president's will--- a president who wants to keep the government's involvement in the bioterrorism epidemic a secret.

          sometimes, if he sits with those thoughts long enough, he feels physically ill, uncomfortable in his own body. it's probably a good thing claire is here.

[anininas]

Screenshot redraws because I'm being nice to myself today

[comatosebunny09]

kindle | leon k.

genre(s): romance, friends to lovers, modern au

warning(s): language, mutual pining, soft boi leon, stream of consciousness

Leon does these things that confuse the hell out of you while you’re on missions or around the office. You’re his partner—work partner—but sometimes you feel like a little more. More than the younger sibling caught beneath the shadow of an overbearing brother. 

You don’t really know where things are going because he’s made it glaringly obvious in the past that he doesn't mix work with pleasure. However, something’s clearly shifted in your relationship as of late. Yet, you can’t, for the life of you, pinpoint what it is or when it happened. 

Oftentimes, you catch him gazing at you in your peripheral, a fondness inhabiting his eyes like you’ve never seen with the slightest quirk to his lips. That softness remains when a battle-worn thumb swipes blood from your cheek or rubs grime from your jaw. 

Sometimes, he holds your chin between his fingers and tilts your head this way and that—much to your chagrin—to make sure you’re devoid of injuries. Though, you never miss how his irises glitter like the sunset against sea waves, and his lips part a little as he relinquishes the softest, most relieved sigh to the air. And sometimes, you stand like this for eons, confused yet enamored, until the wet garble of a zombie springs you two apart. 

You never miss how a cautious hand finds the small of your back while you’re hunched over paperwork at your desk. How it burns through the thickness of your blazer, causing your heart to work overtime. And Leon beams so boyishly, bowing over to swaddle you in his warmth and cologne as he quips how “you’ve got your work cut out for you.” Yet, as much as he hates filling out reports himself, he stays until the moon sits high in the sky to help you finish. 

He always walks you to your car afterwards, arguing that, shit yeah, you can handle yourself. You suplex the undead for a living. But he’d fling himself off a cliff if his dear partner got snatched up in the parking garage. And he always lingers around a little longer after you pull off, a tender smile cresting across his lips in your rearview mirror. 

But he’s your partner. He’s supposed to do things like that, right? 

Like, he’s supposed to bring you food when you forget to eat—which is quite often. He’s supposed to show up to your apartment to check on you on your days off, promising his company, booze, and terrible romcoms. Supposed to hold you in your bed until you surrender your consciousness to the pretty little girls of slumber. And maybe, just maybe, it’s standard for your partner to kiss you quietly behind your ear and embrace you tighter when you squirm and chuckle and sigh wistfully in your sleep.

Through the wispy haze and the grogginess and the darkness inhabiting your bedroom, you shift to gather his cheeks in your palms—maybe you’re awake. Perhaps you’re still lurking below the shadowy depths of sleep. Who knows—and you kiss him. Cautious, but you kiss him. And though he’s initially thrown off kilter by the suddenness of it all, he relaxes against the suppleness of your lips. And his brows furrow as if he’s waited millennia for this moment. And his throat crackles with a quieted, hoarse sound as his hands perch on your hips, drawing you ever closer until your wrists cross behind his neck, and—

And…

Well, this is totally normal. Right?

part 2 >>

[innovatorbunny]

jalter's gonna have some stiff competition against leon s kennedy for white woman of the year award

[olligane]

haha i haven't used this account in so long. doodle dump time. mostly Dante Devilmaycry cause he's been on my mind. hugs and kisses.

[cuddlypillow]

Inspired by @thebrandywine's recent chapter of love you back

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

I feel like Muse has really good aeon songs like Supermassive Black Hole, Endlessly, Undisclosed Desires, Time is Running Out, Map of the Problematique... there's just so many and varying degrees of angst as well.

Bonus, they're a band I could see Leon listening to.

honestly this song goes with anything and everything sjkfbdskfs

i 100% agree with leon listening to muse though. i mostly associate divorced dad rock vibes to what leon listens to lmao and i also try to stick with 70s - 90s rock with only A LITTTLE bit of 2000s

BUT muse does work

[tearsoftime0086]

In Resident Evil Damnation, Leon's movie of choice to quip about is The Wizard of Oz. In particular, he gives himself the role of the Tin Woodman in his movie allusions - the robot desperately searching for a heart. In the book/movie, it turns out the Tin Woodman, though physically heartless, has always been the group's kindest.

In RE2 remake, the heart key is exclusively found in Claire's route. This wasn't the case in the original game. Thus there are some rooms in the police station Leon can never enter - gated by a heart he doesn't have.

Is the double appearance of "heartless" references with Leon a coincidence? Most likely. Am I still going to think about it for the rest of my days? Absolutely.

[lastblues]

❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ // it's jill night, she's worried about leon

@soulcost / sentence meme.

          they're out having what was, until this moment, a relaxing, normal saturday. leon woke early, went out for bagels and coffee to bring back to coax jill out of bed, and now they're at a farmer's market looking at produce and locally created hand-made goods. they only get to have so many days like this, living like their jobs don't put them at risk on a constant basis. even days when the sun is shining, people are smiling and kids are laughing can turn into---

          he spots a little girl with shoulder-length dark hair that looks like she wouldn't let her parents get near her with a brush that morning. she's standing just behind her dad, sad eyes locked on him. what leon sees is that one of her eyes is surrounded with what looks like bruises, irises faded from brown in to white. the other eye has blood beginning to drip from it, rolling slowly down her cheek. when jill speaks, it sounds like a gunshot.

          "---what?" he asks, turning to face jill. the question processes then and he says, "i guess i kinda did." his head moves, eyes locking on the girl's face again, and now she looks normal. she's bright eyed, tugging on her dad's sleeve, trying to convince him that she's been good this week at school and deserves that shiny pair of earrings the pretty lady is selling. "but i'm okay."

[comatosebunny09]

untitled | leon k.

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, female reader, p in v, language, pet names, soft leon, stream of consciousness, short af

had this mashup on repeat, and i just couldn’t move past this imagery. thank you for reading, lovely. ❤️

He fills the space between your fingers with his, gentle and reassuring, rooting you to the mattress. 

Molten tears prick the corners of yours eyes, brows knit, lips parted with wet exhalations. He chases your tears with chaste kisses, whispering pillow-soft affirmations through the static of your ears.

Doing so good. Taking me so well. My pretty baby. Stay with me, okay?

He’s a hulking shadow of concern, balanced on muscly arms. Paints a pretty cutout of disheveled locks and startling blue eyes amid the room swathed in moonlight. Radiates a blistering warmth that singes your innards whilst sweat gathers on his temple, drip-dropping onto the ruffled sheets.

Breathlessly, he murmurs, “You alright, sweetheart?” Knows you’re not if the shallowness of your breath is anything to go by. If the wince of your eyes serves as any gauge. But you’re a big girl. Stubborn as all hell, but you manage a nod despite the pain coursing through your nether regions. 

His hips stutter as he tries to remain perfectly still. Your thighs shakily wound about his waist, and your heels digging into the divots of his back don’t help matters. But he’s a patient lover. Waited this long to have you. Ravage you. Split you in twain.

What are a few more moments in tortuous bliss?

Through the Gaussian blur of your vision, you know he’s trying his damnedest not to thrust further in. Not to dig a little deeper, spearing you with his delicious girth, dredging the most sinister of sounds from the bowels of your belly.

Your throat rumbles with a pathetic keen as you pulse around the head of his cock, drawing a wet hiss from swollen lips. His forehead finds the curve of your shoulder. He pants there. Fights a battle within, wrapped in the luxury of your womanhood.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, allowing the weight of his torso to anchor yours down. “Keep sucking me in like that, and I won’t be able to last.”

[innovatorbunny]

leon kennedy is so funny because he's the most sexless character in existence but that didn't stop anyone.

[myristicisms]

@braverybled | Leon asks;;

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

A simple question yet one that bothered him beyond just the shallow itch beneath tawny flesh, stretched taut over marred tissue from reconstruction so long ago. It was an easy one to answer and yet it left his throat dry, left him feeling sick the longer Luis allowed himself to dwell upon it, dwell upon the concern that laced the American's features and for a second the wants to deflect, make some stupid joke to really truly downplay the effect Leon's question had, downplay his own thoughts because in a way, the blonde was right.

Nobody would care for Luis the same way he cared for others, it wasn't their jobs, hell even he didn't want to care for some of those who acted as stubborn as he was and for another second he really truly thinks about his life, what led him to this point. He'd wanted to be angry, God he wanted to scream and yell and demand Leon get the hell out of his business but that wouldn't be right because he didn't want Leon to leave his life, wanted to share his business with the man, he'd promised himself he'd share everything with the agent, including the ugly inside things.

“ What... What if I don't want anybody to take care of me, amigo? I don't deserve it but... I know what you're trying to hint at. ” A soft sigh, he feels utterly pathetic, miserable in a sense as he remembers those cerulean eyes that haunted his memories gazing upon him in wrathful concern, something he'd deserved given that look only happened when he pushed himself past his body's limits. “ I can't make any promises Leon... Just... I'll try to take better care of myself if it'll help you worry about me less, leave your thoughts open for better images of me eh? ”

Perhaps he shouldn't have deflected last minute but being open, vulnerable and acknowledging his faults? That was new, it was utterly terrifying but he didn't mind it, not so long as the other person looking at his dulled silver gaze was Leon, so long as it was only the American that got to experience what made Luis tick, who the Spaniard truly was and not just his persona. He wants to try, to be better and do better by Leon at the very least because it's no longer just the doctor's life being messed up and lonesome if he keeps playing his games.

[willxtoxsurvive]

Shoving my Kevin/Leon bromance agenda down y'all's throats before pride month ends 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[frozenandhandsome-archive]

Will someone pls play with my Leon S Kennedy?

Doesn’t have to be during any zombie/end of the world type deals haha, can be modern au lol I just really wanna use him.

No pressure obviously ❤️

[lastblues]

❛ rough day today? ❜ ada to leon lmao

sentence meme.

          he hasn't heard that voice in a while. it takes him right back to raccoon city, to that parking garage with his back on the cold asphalt, a k-9 with something seriously fucking wrong with it trying to bite his face off. the memory is jarring--- not as if he doesn't think about raccoon city often, but some things just make him snap back there, as if he's reliving it rather than remembering it--- but he shows no indication of it aside from his shoulders tensing.

          leon glances back over his shoulder at her and it's impossible to miss how much he's changed. sure, he's older, but that's not the thing that's most different. there's something in his eyes that had been there before that wasn't there now. a light of some kind.

          "i've had worse," he says, brushing dirt from his clothes and straightening himself out before turning to face her completely. "can't say i'm having a great day, but maybe that'll all turn around now that you're here, right?" his voice is flat.

[comatosebunny09]

Bodyguard!Leon, who stops fiddling with his tie to watch you traipse down the stairs from the second floor of your contemporary home, clad in the skimpiest outfit. Your lips are painted a devastating shade, and your skin is warm with the scent of your perfume. 

He forgets how to breathe, the air punched from his lungs. Feels like a hormonal teen, with his mouth agape and glacial eyes trained on you. He squeezes his hand—right over left—to keep himself grounded. Clears his throat when you hit the foot of the stairs. And you’re effortlessly gorgeous. Flirtatious without meaning to be, but Leon knows better.

“Ready?” you husk, an excited lilt to your voice as you pose, forming a salacious line with your body.

Leon quirks his brow; fixes his mouth to say something. Anything.

You’re going out like that? You don’t want to change? You’re not worried about being cold? What if people stare, is all he can think to ask. But he doesn’t want to be overbearing; doesn’t want to discourage you from flaunting what the good Lord gave you by acting like a concerned parent. Besides, who is he to insert his opinion where it isn’t warranted? He’s your bodyguard; nothing more, nothing less.

Leon can’t deny how lethal you look, however. How delightful you smell as he nods curtly, maneuvering himself to stand by your side. You’re warm. Disarming. He blinks off his reverie while extending an arm for you to take. A quick half-smile in your peripheral. Anything longer, and he you might get the wrong idea. 

You delicately clutch his forearm, and Leon pretends the shockwaves emitted from such an act have no effect on him. He leads you towards the front door, the click of your shoes reverberating off the walls. He isn’t sure which is louder as his heart pulses in his throat.

Leon stops midway down the driveway to radio into the security tower. Tries not to flinch when you turn towards him, watching him with girlish fascination as your nimble hands fuss with his tie. He looks past you, ignoring how the moon haloes you just right, and the stars glint like bokeh in the background, and if he could just grab the nape of your neck and pull you in a little closer— 

The static of his earpiece brings him back.

Once the guards confirm your status, Leon shepherds you the rest of the way to his blacked-out Jeep. The perfect gentleman as he holds the passenger door open for you, grateful for the remote start, a cool rush of air from inside kissing his molten skin. And, of course, you would flash him a charming smile. Something indiscernible glitters in your eyes whilst you squeeze his wrist, using it as leverage to hop up into the seat.    

He doesn’t full-on look at you; can’t. Catches a slither of honey skin in the corner of his eye. Enough to make his mouth water as he shuts the door behind you. He needs a little time to gather his bearings. Relinquishes a sigh to the summery evening air, adjusting the cuffs of his button-up whilst he rounds the vehicle. Takes a deep breath; here goes nothing.

Leon pours himself into the driver’s seat. The air inside is not tense as he grips the steering wheel until it quietly squeaks. Leon doesn’t have the hardest time trying to swallow whilst pulling out of the driveway. Doesn’t feel your eyes periodically flit to him, stripping him down to the marrow. God dammit, he isn’t suffocating the gear shifter. The tendons in his neck aren’t flexing as he tries his hardest to quell an impulse to grip your thigh.

He grits his teeth, clearly at war with himself. Your father would kill him if he knew Leon housed such sinister thoughts of you.