#leon scott kennedy noir

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leon kennedy x f!reader word count; 1,760 warnings; suggestive ending, set in a brothel, reader is a sex worker, leon is kind of an idiot! summary; everything about this was a bad idea. leon disobeying orders, leon walking into a brothel, leon following a woman up to her bedroom...

1946

 “You look like you shouldn’t be here, stranger.”

 Leon turned towards the staircase where a woman leaned with her back against the railing, cigarette clutched between her middle and forefinger. She wore a tight-fitted black dress, the silky material parted on her upper thigh, the straps slipping from her shoulders down to her elbows. Leon circled his hand around the watch on his opposite wrist, peering around the empty foyer for anyone else who may be listening. 

 “S’ just me, honey,” she said behind her cigarette, prying it away from her mouth, blowing her smoke. “All the other girls are working.”

 Leon let his gaze settle back on the woman on the staircase and she blinked at him, an arm crossed just below her breasts, her opposite elbow resting against it. She rolled her cigarette between her knuckles, waiting for his response. 

 He cleared his throat, “technically, miss, I shouldn’t be here.” She raised her eyebrows at this, taking a long drag of her cigarette as he continued. “I’m looking for… someone.”

 The woman hummed against her cigarette, glimpsing at the handsome agent as he cautiously approached. She looked him up and down— from his slicked back dark blonde hair, to the brow dipped over his sharp stare, down to the maroon tie tucked neatly into the gray vest worn over his broad chest. Her eyes lowered to the rolled sleeves of his white collared shirt, to the forearms where veins were practically bulging from. 

 He was definitely the kind of stranger they didn’t get very often here at the whorehouse and she knew it was wrong to gawk but fuck, he was the most gorgeous man she’d sworn she’d ever seen. 

 Her gaze dared to venture lower to his belt where a bulky, golden badge rested on his hip— shit. He really shouldn’t be here. 

 “That someone sure seems like they’re in a lot of trouble,” she said, rolling her cigarette between her fingers again. “For someone like you to wander in here without any sort of warrant.”

 Leon glanced around the foyer again, ensuring nobody was eavesdropping in on the conversation. Fuck, he knew this wasn’t a good idea, going against orders. But he had a lead on the fucking guy, he saw him walk in here with his own eyes. He’d be crazy to let such a lead go to waste, absolutely insane. 

 Banging could be heard in the room just in front of him and a woman’s name echoed behind the closed door, the woman on the stairs stiffened. Leon glanced between her and the door as she nodded towards the badge on his hip. 

 “Might wanna put that away, officer,” she advised. “Carol’s a drunk with a loud mouth.”

 Leon peered down at the badge and cursed beneath his breath as he hastily tore it off his belt, tucking it in his back pocket just as the door swung open. A thin, pale-skinned woman stumbled in, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a shot glass in the other. The woman, who Leon could only assume was Carol, looked between him and the woman on the stairs, hiccuping. 

 “The fuck are you still doing down here?” Carol slurred, waving her whiskey bottle towards the stairs. “You don’t talk in my foyer, you go to your room, fuck, and bring me my goddamn money.”

 Warmth pooled in Leon’s cheeks at Carol’s drunken words and he looked to the woman on the staircase as she took another drag of her cigarette. 

 “Careful Carol,” she said, gesturing for Leon to come closer. “Talk like that in front of paying customers and ratings will start going down.”

 Carol grumbled and hiccuped again, waving the two of them off as Leon warily made his way up the steps, trailing just behind the woman. Her hips swayed as she walked and Leon mumbled a string of curses beneath his breath as he tore his stare away to instead look at her feet. 

 Leon followed her down the hall, past many rooms with many sounds thundering each’s four walls, many noises he really shouldn’t be listening to. Finally, she stopped at the last door on the left, twisting the doorknob and gesturing for him to follow her inside. He drew a deep breath into his chest— this was not how he imagined this going.

 Leon turned to close the door behind him and when he faced her again, she was sitting on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, the slit in her black dress falling further away from her skin. She leaned forward with one elbow against her exposed thigh, cigarette between her lips. 

 “So… this someone,” she spoke as smoke rolled from her lips. “Think they’ve been here?”

 Leon cleared his throat and stood a little taller, dipping his chin in a nod. “Seen him walk in here with my own two eyes,” he replied. “Name’s Walter Hachett. Ring any bells?”

 She pressed her lips together and casted her eyes towards the ceiling, as if deep in thought. After a pause, she shook her head. “Hardly any of the men tell us their names here, honey. Gonna have to describe him for me,” she replied, blinking up at him. 

 “Around six foot, brown eyes, brown hair…” Leon trailed off, scoffing at his own vague description. “He has this… this slit through his left brow…”

 The woman wrinkled her brow, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. This didn’t go unnoticed and Leon stepped forward, “sounding familiar now?”

 “Yeah,” she nodded. “Think that’s the guy that paid extra to have a threesome with me and Deb the other day,” she scowled at the memory. “Real dick.”

 “The other day wouldn’t have happened to be this last Thursday, would it?” Leon pressed, his heart thudding against his chest. Finally, information he could work with. She nodded in reply but her entire demeanor seemed to shift, her playful manner from before replaced with distaste. 

 “Yeah,” she answered quietly, reaching over to stub her cigarette on the ashtray on the nightstand. “Guess that’s your guy, huh?” 

 Leon’s spark of joy already seemed to dull at the sight of her so deflated, although he wasn’t sure why he cared so much. What she did for work was still illegal and despite giving him the information he’d been searching for, it didn’t change that. But Leon looked at her now and couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Whatever memory the mention of his guy brought up, it couldn’t have been any good. 

 “Did he do something to you?” Leon asked and she glanced up at him, her scowl twitching, just a little bit. “I mean, something… something that’s not…”

 “It doesn’t matter,” she replied, uncrossing her legs to instead cross the opposite one over the other. “You’re gonna arrest him, right?”

 The lump in Leon’s throat visibly bobbed as he swallowed— he didn’t quite think he’d make it this far, if he was perfectly honest. He glanced towards the window of the bedroom, at the moon peeking just above the top of the thin, white curtains. 

 “Well, uh… I could, but I need more information to go off on before I can really make an arrest,” he stammered and she leaned back on her elbows, rolling her neck. “You’re a bit green, aren’t you, officer?” She asked through a smirk, her head lolled to the side as she gazed to where he still awkwardly stood. Leon’s lips opened and closed, a light pink flush across his cheeks. She chuckled, “you’re adorable. Too cute for a place like this.”

 Leon blinked as she sighed, pushing herself back up into a sitting position. “Anyways, what’s in it for me if you’re gonna use me as an informant?” She questioned. “I don’t come free.”

 Leon swallowed the bulge in his throat, willing his gaze to stay focused on her face. He didn’t realize how difficult it would be to talk to such a pretty woman, how hard it would be to stay focused when said woman wore a dress like that. Leon usually prided himself as being a gentleman— what was it about this girl that made him want to revolt so badly?

 “I’ve got money,” he stammered, reaching for his wallet tucked away in his trouser pockets. The woman’s features softened and her bottom lip rolled into a pout, making Leon half his actions altogether. “That’s it, officer?” She asked and Leon watched, feeling a spark ignite at the pit of his belly when she uncrossed her legs, unable to tear his gaze away as she slowly spread her thighs further apart. 

 “You could have a taste, you know,” she purred, her dress rising further up her thighs as she bared herself to the attractive officer. Leon’s breath hitched and he shivered when his stare met her arousal, the folds of her pussy glistening as it gazed back at him, the physical embodiment of a bad idea. “Could be a treat for the both of us.”

 Leon choked back a groan as his erection grew in his pants, straining against the material until it was almost painful. He should’ve known better than to fall for the siren song of a woman like her but fuck, there was something about her he felt so drawn to. Maybe that was just his raging hard-on talking for him, and he cursed, frustrated with the position he’d put himself in. 

 He really shouldn’t be here. 

 “I…” he trailed off, drawing in a deep breath to keep his composure, willing himself to look away before he made a decision that would more than likely come back to bite him in the ass later. Not in the position he was in, anyways. “…I can’t.”

 The woman sighed, closing her legs and pushing herself up from the mattress to saunter his way. Leon stiffened as she approached— just the smell of her was driving him insane. What was this woman doing to him?

 “Four dollars,” she whispered near the shell of his ear, and he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Four?” He repeated and she smiled as she leaned back, eyes surging into his.

 “Two for Carol, one for me, and another for my information. I never said I was cheap, officer.”

 Leon cursed beneath his breath as he fished for his wallet, counting out the money. 

 He was never coming back here again. 

 Her smile widened as he pressed the dollars into her palm, spun around, and walked straight out of her bedroom. 

 She had a feeling she’d be seeing him again.  

a/n; i'm gonna be so fr right now, i hate this one LMFAOO it didn't turn out quite the way i wanted it to and i almost scrapped it entirely but you guys are getting it anyways 😘

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The Danger that Draws Us Together [Chapter One]

Noir! Leon Scott Kennedy x Reader

Series Masterlist: Here Rating: M (18+) Content Warning(s): Mention of death, written threat towards reader, mild misogyny  Word Count: 2233 --- “Oh my goodness, did you hear about the dead body they found in the river?” 

 You yawned as you shook your gloved hand dismissively, swishing the bubbly ‘giggle juice’ in a delicate wine glass. The upbeat music from the phonograph flooded your ears as listened to the excited chatter of the women around you, shiny pearls and polished gemstones hanging from their necks. 

“I’ve heard!” One woman gasped, her dark hair glossy in the dimmed evening light. “The victim was my sister’s fiancé's cousin, absolutely tragic.” She desperately clutched at the handbag tight in her hands. 

You rolled your eyes, setting your drink down to fan yourself with your expensive, feathered fan. The breeze made the baby hairs on your face blow away from your makeup-painted skin. “Your sister’s fiancé's cousin?” You repeat, raising your eyebrows, doubt evident in your voice.

The brunette woman nodded frantically, you were worried her headband would fly off her perfectly groomed head. “Yes! Apparently, she was a sweet thing, barely twenty-three. Her husband is in hysterics .”

“If I was murdered, I think my fiancé would tear up Raccoon City to find my killer.” Another woman spoke up, tapping her chin thoughtfully, right below her plump lips. “James would raise Hell.”

More anxious chatter erupted from the group, you took a swig of your drink, feeling the seltzer tickle your throat. A bare hand rested on your mostly exposed shoulder, making you jump slightly. “You poor doll, Y/N! No man in your life yet?” A blonde asked as if she personally wanted to make you uncomfortable.

“Um-” you clear your throat, opening your mouth to explain, but the brunette interrupts you.

“Oh please, Miss Y/N is the most desired woman in Raccoon City! New money! Handsome! I’m sure she has a list of suitors that go around the block.” She exclaims with a scoff, long eyelashes fluttering in a wink towards you.

Your face flushed, as the fabric of your dress suddenly felt itchy against your skin. “Please, Mrs. Jackson, I’m not that desirable.”

Mrs. Jackson shook her head, crossing her arms. “Don’t lie to us! You have to have someone in mind.” She grinned widely at you, as all of the women’s eyes drew onto you.

“ Someone in mind ?” You echo faintly, squinting as if you were deep in thought. “I don’t think so.”

The three other ladies shook their heads, murmuring in disagreement. “Simply not true! Every woman has her mind on finding a husband, especially at your age!” The blonde shook her finger as if she was scolding a child.

“I’m only twenty-two, Mrs. Vander, I don’t need to get married yet.” You grit your teeth in a false smile, which went unnoticed by your social peers. “My father provides me everything I need.”

The phonograph skips, an uncomfortable squeak resonating through the thick air, making everyone pause for a moment. A small boy, in a tailored suit, reaches up to fix the arm; the music starts again.

You excuse yourself with a lifted palm, walking out of the crowded ballroom and toward your father’s large balcony. The nighttime air is cold against your skin, small goosebumps puckering up across your arms. You look out towards the horizon, the Arklay mountains off into the distance, jagged peaks casting a shadow onto the city. Your elbows rest against the railing, exhaustion radiating off of you.

Looking down, you can see the large garden that your father ordered, settled perfectly in the courtyard. More party-goers linger around the space, women in their finest dresses, and men in sharply tailored suits.

A life of luxury, money, and riches. Everything any woman would ask for, especially in the young nineteenth century. You peel the long gloves off of your arms, folded them up, and pocketed them into your small handbag. Yet somehow, the unsettled feeling of loneliness never left your heart. Isolated from the harsh reality, shielded from people who’ve lived real lives.

You sighed, exhaustion heavy on your lungs. The crescent moon started to sink into the western horizon, beginning to settle in the late hours of the night. With a deciding grunt, you head back inside, waving goodbye to your group; before heading back outside the manor. Silently, you signal a cab, sliding into the worn leather seats.

Your penthouse was only a few blocks away, fully paid for by your family, leaving your days empty; but encased in gold. You look outside the window as the Taxi rolls through the empty, desolate streets, eventually turning onto your street. A neighborhood of upper-class apartments, decorated with perfectly shorn bushes and small trees.

“Thank you.” You hand the cab driver his dues, before heading up to your apartment. The lights buzz to life, illuminating the large space with a pale yellow hue. You rub your temple, stepping over the rolled-up newspaper and other assorted mail, cluttered by your door; beneath your mail chute.

A soft body of calico fur brushes against your tights, meowing loudly as you toe off your shoes. You breathe out a small chuckle, leaning down to pick up the cat. “Hello, Pumpkin.” You coo, scratching behind her pointed orange ears. “Sorry that I left you alone for so long.”

Pumpkin purred in response, butting her head against your chin. You press a kiss to her fuzzy forehead, as your feet slap against a thick packet of paper. You pause, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, putting the calico cat down before picking up the newspaper.

“What’s this doing here?” You mumbled, flipping through the pages in puzzled curiosity. The dates are from a week previous, you had already read most of the articles, browsing through the ink. You turn to the third page, and your blood runs cold.

Your name, carved with deep red ink, takes up the majority of the newspaper. In the farthest left corner, there is a simple umbrella crudely scribbled on with the same ink. You drop the newspaper, listening to it thump against your hardwood floor, unassuming.

“Oh my goodness, did you hear about the dead body they found in the river?”

“-dead body.”

Your heart pounded wildly within your chest, your stomach churned as your head whipped around your apartment. What was once your only sanctuary, turned into your potential execution chamber. Quickly, you grab the newspaper back from the ground, haphazardly rolling it up in your hands.

Pumpkin looks up at you, her amber eyes fueled with feline perplexity. You rush out the door, slamming it behind you, barefooting it across the newly paved road. The Raccoon City Police department is a couple of blocks away, but sheer adrenaline drives you forward. You hail another cab, throwing yourself into the seat, shouted the address.

You hand the driver extra money, making his foot heavier on the gas as you pull up to the RPD building. Newspaper tight in your grasp, you stomp up the marble steps, before throwing the heavy doors open. Three officers turned to look at you, all of them looking alarmed as you scuffle over to their desks, slamming the newspaper on the oak surface.

“I got threatened.” You wheeze, chest heaving, gasping for air. “In the newspaper.”

One of the uniformed men takes the packet of inked paper, flipping through the pages, thick eyebrows flying up his forehead. He glances over at one of his partners, showing him the red ink, scrawled across the page.

“Miss, when did you get this?” He asked, mouthing something to himself.

You swallowed heavily, finally coming to your senses, your brain still spinning. “I just found it, when I returned home from my father’s manor.” Your words leaked out of your mouth like a leaky faucet, desperation evident with every letter. “I-I just heard about the recent murders and I-”

“Officer Barnes, what’s going on?”

A man steps out of an office, graying blonde hair combed to the sides of his head. Silver badge glinting from his belt, shining below his navy blue suit jacket. Officer Barnes hands him the newspaper, a grim expression on his youthful face.

“Agent Graham, this lady got a suspicious newspaper. The same signature as the Umbrella Killer, look.” Barnes explains, voice low.

Agent Graham takes the packet of paper, flipping to the third page, expression void of any significant emotions. “It seems to be the case.” He glanced at you, studying your slightly disheveled appearance. “Y/N L/N is your name I assume?” You nod timidly, clearing your throat. “Y-Yes, it is.”

The old man, presumably to be in his late fifties to early sixes, nodded. “I doubt this is a forgery.” He gave you a sympathetic grimace. “Miss. L/N seems quite shaken.” The officers nod in agreement, making you want to hide in your own flesh. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late but knowing-” you began to apologize, but Graham stops you.

“No, your life is in danger.” He stated, crossing his arms, still holding the paper. “Your reaction is reasonable, Y/N.”

After a brief, thoughtful pause, Graham rested his newspaper-free hand on your shoulder. A sympathetic gesture. “We’re here to help. It seems that we arrived here at the right time.”

You tilted your head, eyebrow lifting inquisitively. “What do you mean?” You asked.

The old blonde smiled fondly like he was Thomas Edison presenting the lightbulb. “My name is Alastair Graham, president of the BOI.”

Now you were more confused, the meaning of the acronym unfamiliar to you. “The BOI?” You parrot, slower.

“The Bureau of Investigation.” He answered nodding his head. “We investigate crimes in big cities, like this one.” The older man gestured to the office door, where he came out of, and waved a ‘come hither. “I’d say a serial killer, murdering high-classed women, is quite a significant crime.”

You slowly bob your head, processing his words in your already spinning mind. A single man stepped out of the office, which almost emptied your lungs of air as soon as you laid eyes on him. He was tall, above the average height of most men you had conversed with. His dust-blonde hair slicked up from his face, revealing a youthful face. High cheekbones, with a couple of small moles decorating his pale skin.

He wore a simple, dark gray vest, over a stark white dress shirt. The scarlet red tie around his neck was loose, allowing for the first button of the shirt to be unbuttoned. A similar badge to his superior hung from his belt, occasionally flashing with the light’s reflection. His long legs were accented by tight, black trousers, hugging the curves of his muscle quite nicely.

If your life wasn’t in mortal danger, you probably would’ve been flushed, but the fear of death overrode the emotions of lust or romance. He stopped beside Graham, arms crossed, his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.

“This is Agent Leon Scott Kennedy, my trusted right-hand man.”  Graham introduced, handing the newcomer the newspaper. “I’m going to ask him to be your bodyguard, he’s going to investigate this case with me.”

You meet Leon’s eyes, which were an intimidating azure blue. He nodded his head, acknowledging the statement wordlessly.

“I promise you, that Agent Kennedy is more than qualified.” The BOI president’s words were prideful as if he was the agent’s father. “He helped me rescue my daughter, Ashley, from a terrible kidnapping a few years ago. I wouldn’t put my trust in anyone else.”

The anxious thrumming of your heartbeat felt irregular as you listened to Graham speak. You couldn’t believe the situation that you were in, your hands trembled with the remains of anxiety. Leon watched you, mostly expressionless, but with the slightest hint of apprehension in those sharp blues.

“Is that fine with you, Agent?” You asked softly, feeling quite like an inconvenience. Leon shook his head, finally shooting you a reassuring smile, his pearly white teeth were perfect between his pink lips.

“It is, don’t worry about it sweetheart, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He assured, long arms falling to his sides, revealing a .38 revolver, securely nestled in his shoulder holster. “We will catch this guy, and make sure he goes to Hell.”

A bubble of warm hope, and perhaps something else floats in your stomach at Leon’s words. His voice is delightfully deep, a raspy tenor, that sent vibrations to your soul. You finally smile, for the first time since the party, letting out a deep exhale.

“Thank you, thank you both so much.” You thank breathlessly, feeling a bit of weight lift from your worn frame.

“Anything, miss, a beautiful woman like you need protection.” Graham nodded to you, dipping his head back at Leon. “Go ahead and walk Miss L/N home, I’ll have Barnes bring your briefcase in the morning.”

The younger blonde nods, mumbling a firm, “understood”. His superior gives his broad shoulder a firm pat, before returning back into the office, the newspaper still curled up in his other hand.

Once the door shuts behind him, your bodyguard turns to you, a gentlemanly smile, which resembled a smirk formed on his lips. “Let’s go, shall we?”

Your head dips in an uncertain nod, taking his arm, and heading outside of the precinct. The early autumn air is crisp against your skin, making you shiver slightly. Leon raises his hand, calling over an approaching cab.

“You’ll be alright, doll. I’ll make sure of it.” He rumbled, giving you a warm smile.

--

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tags: #🕸️: miguel! ; #⛈️🕸️: miguechlo!

Charles Smith — Red Dead Redemption 2

tags: #🍁: charles! ; #⛈️🍁: charchlo!

Lúcio Correia dos Santos — Overwatch

tags: #🎧: lúcio! ; #⛈️🎧: lúcichlo!

Lee — Arknights

tags: #💸: lee! ; #⛈️💸: chlolee!

Rei Sakuma — Ensemble Stars!!

tags: #⚰️: rei! ; #⛈️⚰️: chlorei!

Normal Ascendaries!

Leon Scott Kennedy — Resident Evil Franchise

tags: #🔑: leon! ; #⛈️🔑: chloleon!

Luis Serra Navarro — Resident Evil 4 [Remake]

tags: #🔬: luis! ; #⛈️🔬: chloluis!

Javier Escuella — Red Dead Redemption

tags: #🎼: javier! ; #⛈️🎼: javichlo!

Link — Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Specific

tags: #🗡️: link! ; #⛈️🗡️: chlolink!

Totter — Arknights

tags: #🪶: totter! ; #⛈️🪶: tochlo!

Mr. Nothing — Arknights

tags: #🏮: ch'u! ; #⛈️🏮: chloch'u!

Kuras — Touchstarved

tags: #🪽: kuras! ; #⛈️🪽: kurachlo!

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The Primaries!

Priority Primaries!

Cole Cassidy + Genji Shimada [Poly] — Overwatch

tags: #🌅: cole!, #🐉: genji! ; #⛈️🌅🐉: colechlogen!

Michelangelo Ziegler/Concept Mercy — Overwatch

tags: #🌤️: michelangelo! ; #⛈️🌤️: michelangechlo!

Hanzo Shimada — Overwatch

tags: #🐲: hanzo! ; #⛈️🐲: hanchlo!

Arthur Morgan — Red Dead Redemption 2

tags: #🌄: arthur! ; #⛈️🌄: arthchlo!

Obi Edolasim — Apex Legends

tags: #🎨: obi! ; #⛈️🎨: chloobi! <- (usually shown as "ChloObi, my name then his, not the "ooh" sound)

Vere — Touchstarved

tags: #⛓️: vere! ; #⛈️⛓️: chlovere!

Standard Primaries!

Elliott Rodger Witt — Apex Legends

tags: #🥃: elliott! ; #⛈️🥃: ellichlo!

Johnny Cage — Mortal Kombat 1

tags: #🎬: johnny! ; #⛈️🎬: johnnychlo!

Sidon — Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

tags: #🔱: sidon! ; #⛈️🔱: sidochlo!

Akshan — League of Legends

tags: #🏹: akshan! ; #⛈️🏹: akshachlo!

Milo — Pokémon: Sword & Shield

tags: #🌿: milo! ; #⛈️🌿: milochlo!

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Other F/Os!

Matterhorn Yek — Arknights

tags: #🏔️: matterhorn! ; #⛈️🏔️: mattchlo!

Aleksandra Zaryanova — Overwatch

tags: #💪: aleksandra! ; #⛈️💪: aleksachlo!

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Crushes!

Crushes/Denials!

Syzoth — Mortal Kombat 1

tag: #🦎: syzoth!

Liu Kang — Mortal Kombat 1

tag: #🔥: liu kang!

Gale Dekarios — Baldur's Gate 3

tag: #🎆: gale!

Munehisa Iwai — Persona 5

tag: #TBD: munehisa!

Zenkichi Hasegawa — Persona 5 (Strikers)

tag: #🔍: zenkichi!

Theodore — Persona 3

tag: #✨: theodore!

Spider-Noir — Specifically Spiderverse's Version

tag: #🖤: noir!

Webslinger — Specifically Spiderverse's Version

tag: #🐎: webslinger!

Pearl & Marina — Splatoon

tag: #🎤: pearl!, #🎙️: marina!

Adaman — Pokémon Legends: Arceus

tag: #💎: adaman!

Chongyue — Arknights

tag: #TBD: chongyue!

Ennis Weiser — Arknights

tag: #🦜: ennis!

Zack Fair — Final Fantasy 7

tag: #☀️: zack!

Unknown Placement!

Ko Hei-Sing [Hung] — Arknights

tag: #🛡️: hei-sing!

Sanah — Fragaria Memories

tag: #🏖️: sanah!

Centurion — Reverse: 1999

tag: #🪙: centurion!

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[krvrawr]

masterlist .. !!

[ PT: Masterlist! END PT. ]

MARKED WITH ‘ * ’ IS BEING WORKED ON 🦅

RESIDENT EVIL 🩶

LEON SCOTT KENNEDY

ALBERT WESKER

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

CHRIS REDFIELD

ETHAN WINTERS

KARL HEISENBERG

CALL OF DUTY 🩶

SIMON ‘ GHOST ’ RILEY

JOHN ‘ SOAP ’ MACTAVISH

KÖNIG

GARY ‘ ROACH ’ SANDERSON*

ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE 🩶

MIGUEL O ’ HARA*

SPIDER NOIR

WEB-SLINGER

PETER B PARKER

THE LOST BOYS 1987 🩶

DAVID

MARKO

DWAYNE

PAUL

SLASHERS 🩶

THOMAS HEWITT

VENOM 🩶

EDDIE BROCK ( MOVIE )*

EDDIE BROCK ( COMICS )

VENOM ( MOVIE )

VENOM ( COMICS )

MONSTER 🩶

WEREWOLF*

TENTACLES* ( don ' t question me )

OTHER 🩶

STALKER*

BOSS*

ROOMATE*

TRANS 🩶

TRANSFEM / TRANS WOMAN

TRANSMASC / TRANS MAN*

[zg0nuwa]

hiii, i love your posts!!!

i was thinking about leon being jealous, we see a lot of fics where reader is being the jealous one, but i rlly think leon can be jealous too since he's afraid of losing you. So could you write leon being jealous over an ex boyfriend that reader had and reader and ex have a interaction (like the ex flirted with reader or sum like this) and Leon doesn't like? (it could be a smut if you feel like it)

𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 ; “ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 ”

i love some good old jealousy trope gotta be my favorite gender

leon s kennedy x gn!reader

warnings ; mentions of toxic relationship, mentions of harassment, mentions of alcohol and intoxication

out of all the things that could’ve happened this evening this was definitely the last one on your bucket list. this was supposed to be a nice way to spend time with leon after he came back from a longer assignment.

you two decided to keep it simple and just go to your favorite downtown bar that you discovered by accident. as you were waiting for leon to come back with your drinks you saw someone sitting in front of you in your booth.

you hoped it was leon but when you looked back the person in front of you was the last person you wanted to see.

“ long time no see huh? i guess it was fate that brought the two of us here don’t you think? ” oh how you wanted to throw something at your ex right now. but the only thing you had on you was your purse and it was too damn valuable to waste it on an asshole like this.

“ no i don’t think so. go find someone else to bother. ” you kept you glare on them and prayed to the gods that they would just leave you alone. you tried keeping yourself busy to somehow convey the message that you wanted nothing to do with your ex but they didn’t seem to catch on.

“ don’t act like you don’t miss me. ” they started to lean in closer and you could smell the alcohol on their breath. you tried to move away as much as possible but that didn’t stop them from trying to touch you.

“ oh come on, don’t be like that… ”

“ i believe they made it clear they want you to leave. ” you looked up to see leon staring at your ex with a glare that could kill a person if he tried hard enough.

“ and who do you think you are, prince charming? ” you knew that in a moment they would have their ass handed to them by leon but getting kicked out of the bar was not your priority right now.

you stood up and grabbed leons hand. at first you tried to get him to follow you to the exit but he stood firmly, wanting to confront the person in front of him.

“ leon, come on. they’re not worth it. ” but he didn’t budge.

“ if i see you trying something fucked up again our next meeting is not going to end up so well for you. ” after that you were finally able to get leon out of there. his arm wrapped around you as he holds you as close to him as possible.

as you two walked to the car he gave you a kiss on the top of your head. he knew about your past relationship and how it wasn’t healthy. at the same time he was pissed that some asshole ruined your evening but he already had an idea of how he could cheer you up.

“ let’s go home. i have something better in mind than going to a bar. what do you say hm? ”

[mrmodeus]

Resident Evil 2 Remake Ada Wong Short Latex Dress, Stockings, High Heels, Leon Scott Kennedy Medic

Game: Resident Evil 2 Remake

Mod(s): ADA P-160-2 (author Storm.YD) Leon Medic Hair Noir (author AshesMelodyGirl)

Post-processing injector: ReShade

Characters clothing: Ada Wong is dressed in a short white latex dress, white stockings, high heels Leon Scott Kennedy is dressed in a medic outfit

[yanh-hyung]

[aquidragon]

The Danger that Draws Us Together [Chapter Two]

Noir! Leon Scott Kennedy x Reader

Series Masterlist: Here 

 Rating: M (18+) 

 Content Warning(s): Death (dream), vague description of drowning, nightmare sequence  

 Word Count: 2290

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Your penthouse apartment was in the exact same shape that you had left it in when you rushed out of the building in a rush, surprising since you had left the door unlocked. Heavy tension weighed down on your shoulders as you pushed open the door, wordlessly welcoming Leon inside.

The agent looked around, eyebrows curved upwards on his forehead, above his cold eyes. “This is, pretty impressive, especially for a unmarried woman like yourself.” He commented with a brief whistle.

Your face heated slightly, collapsing onto your coach, as the hours of exhaustion crashed from underneath you. “My father pays for rent.” You explained sleepily, as he sits on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as he can get.

Leon nodded, still taking in the expensive furniture and décor of your penthouse. “You’re a lucky woman, sweetheart. Being unmarried with this much wealth?”

Your hand waved dismissively, as your head tips backward on the plush back cushion. “I get arranged dates once a month, sometimes twice. Even though I live a luxurious life as a single woman, my parents are pushing me to get married.”

“That’s quite a pain,” your bodyguard mumbles. “Unlucky for them.”

You nod, before looking back at Leon, his tie even looser around his neck. “What about you? I don’t see a ring on your finger.”

He laughed a low masculine chuckle. “I’m not married.” His large hands lifted, tilting them around, not a single golden band in sight. “I don’t have the time for romance.”

Small butterflies twirl in your stomach, you try not to smile like a flustered teenager. “That’s unfortunate, Mr. Kennedy, I think you can find a lovely bride one day.”

A brief, awkward silence passes between you two, only broken by the sound of four heavy paws hitting the wooden floor. Leon flinched, quick hand darting for his gun, pointing it toward the direction of the noise. You let out a yelp, grabbing onto his shoulder, and catching his attention. "Wait!"

Pumpkin looked up at him, tilting her head with a curious mewl. The agent sighed deeply, tightness visibly dissipating from his muscles. “You have a cat?” He asked, voice shaken.

You struggled to hide your amused smirk. “Yeah, her name is Pumpkin.”

“Pumpkin.” The blonde man grunts, holstering his gun, watching as two large eyes stared at him, seemingly innocently. “That’s a nice name.”

The calico lets out a loud meow, flicking her tail, and walked toward your bedroom. You rise to your feet with a grunt. “That’s her telling me that it’s past her bedtime.” You translate, lifting your arms with a stretch. “I have a guest bedroom you can stay in.”

Leon shoots you a smile, veiny hand tugging at the knot of his tie, finally freeing the red tie around his throat. “Thank you, Miss Y/N.” He rises to his feet, following you to the tucked-away bedroom. The room itself was small, but it was enough to fit a bed and a decently sized wardrobe. You doubted the room was intended to be a guest bedroom, but you never gave it a second thought.

You swallow deeply, opening the door, thankful to be greeted with nothing but a comfortable dark room. Illuminated by the street lamps outside, basking the single bed and other furniture with a soft glow. You gesture to your bodyguard to come inside, who studied the room with a neutral expression.

“This is perfect.” He said, just as neutral as his face. The silver light of the full moon basked on his face, darkening the angular shadows of his face. You couldn’t help but stare at him, but quickly shook your head.

Collect yourself, Y/N, now isn’t the time.

Leon’s fingers brushed against the silk bedsheets, obviously enjoying the feeling of the sleek fabric. Your eyes follow the trail behind his trimmed fingernails, the obvious gentle touch that was hidden behind the layers of flesh.

He clears his throat, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he turned back to face you. “Thank you, Miss L/N. Go on to bed, you’ve had a long night.” A few strands of his blonde hair began to fall from their place, the gel unable to hold them back much longer.

“Y-Yes, I have,” you awkwardly grin at him. “I’ll see you, in the morning, Agent Kennedy.” You scooted back to the door, one foot stepping out of the room, the other one still inside. “Goodnight.”

Your heart was beating wildly as you shut the wooden door behind you, briefly leaning against the mahogany. Your eyes burnt with exhaustion, as your shoulders ached. With a long sigh, you hauled yourself off of the umber door and slugged over to your own bedroom.

Pumpkin, your ever-loyal friend, trailed at your ankles. You began to peel off your stockings before you even made it to the door. Your room is comfortably dark, as you push open the door, making the intricate wind-chime hanging just above your head jingle.

As you make a beeline towards your bed, you catch your reflection in your vanity mirror. Your evening gown glistened with moonlight, reflecting across the rhinestones as you ran your hands over the material. Your eyes were sunken with dark navy bags, your once perfectly groomed hair was slightly undone.

Your face morphed into a grieving grimace as your fingers trace over the forest green embroidery. Before you know it, your hands tugged at the straps of the dress, carelessly pulling it off of your figure. The fabric pools at your bare legs once you’re done tearing it off, leaving you in just your undergarments.

Your skin bristled with newfound freedom as you kicked the dress away, watching it flop a few feet away. Tears stung the corners of your eyes, as the weight of your day barreled against your tired body.

Mother bought me that dress…

You scoffed at your own thoughts as you threw yourself onto your bed. The silk felt cool beneath your irritable skin, as you allowed the mattress to pull you in. Your eyes shut, blocking off the light of the silver moon, embracing the darkness.

Blood seeps through the empty blackness, staining the void with crimson. You froze, your limbs felt like lead as you helplessly looked on. A man stood in the void, looking back at you with empty eyes. His face is blank, with jumbled features, as he looks back at you.

“Was it you?” You asked, willing your muscles to move. “Why?”

The figure doesn’t move, eyes pinned onto your helpless form, without a single hint of an expression. You finally manage to step backwards, but multiple hands stop you. You whipped your head around, the three women from the party looked back at you.

Your eyebrow furrowed in confusion, as your lips part to speak. Instead, they push you forward, making you stumble into an endless fall. You scream soundlessly as you plummet towards even more nothingness. Helpless, you desperately reach your hands upward, in an attempt to grasp onto the white sphere above.

Before you know it, you crash back into the ground, splashing in murky water. You jumbled to your shaky feet, the water was rising rapidly, just passing your ankles. “Is anyone out there?” You cried, wading your way through the sea of darkness.

You squint your eyes as a bright light burned into your retinas, making you hiss. The sound of splashing makes you power through the stinging, as it grew closer. The subzero water laps at your knees, quickly making it’s way to your thighs.

Leon approached from the void, holding a flashlight, azure eyes widened with horror. “Jesus Christ,” he grimaced as he laid eyes on you. His lips curled in an expression of fear and disgust.

You mirror his expression, as you wade over to him. “Oh my God, Agent Kennedy, I’m-”

The agent doesn’t seem to notice your presence, instead looking past your shoulder, at something horrifying. You stop in your tracks, your blood running cold in your veins, as a feeling of dread dripped down your spine.

You hesitated for a second, before swallowing deeply, turning your head to see whatever the BOI agent was looking at. You screamed in horror, as you look down at your own mangled body. Water and blood leaked from your nostrils; as cloudy eyes looked back at you.  

Leon splashed over to your corpse, hand desperately pressed against your broken neck, searching for any hint of a pulse. You watched helplessly, as he desperately studied you, for any signs of life. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered, now tenderly caressing your cheek. “I wasn’t able to protect you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but your lungs were full of water. You struggled to breathe, as you sank underneath the black waves. You reached for the blonde man, but instead, you kept sinking farther. You gasped, expecting to drown, but instead, the sweet sensation of oxygen feeding your starved lungs woke you.

Your eyes shoot open, and a layer of cold sweat glistened on your skin as you shoot up from your pillows. Your heart pounded wildly against your tender ribs, as you take in your surroundings.

Familiar. You’re home.

You let out a shaky sigh, and your tense shoulders began to relax. Your head spun violently as you swing your legs off of the bed. You feel unreal as you step over to your wardrobe, looking at the plethora of dresses.

Without thinking, you grab one, the most comfortable one, and threw it on. You quickly combed your hair, before you finally exited your bedroom. You glanced down the hallway, noting the stockings you had mindlessly discarded the night before were neatly folded, and placed by your doorframe.

You shrugged your shoulders as you walked through the hall, into your living room, where the hunched figure of Leon Scott Kennedy sat. He was planted in one of your couches, countless amounts of papers scattered across the coffee table and floor. His finger was caught between his teeth in deep thought as he looked over the pages.

You walked over to him, arms crossed, as you looked at the papers over his broad shoulder. He turns his head, his hair wasn’t combed back, instead, his blonde hair framed his cheekbones. “Miss L/N, good morning.” Leon sounded exhausted, two large hands fanned out across a couple of papers. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head, leaning onto the backing of the plush couch. “No, a nightmare did.” You responded simply, not willing to give out more details. “Have you eaten Agent Kennedy?”

Leon scoffed softly, a small smirk across his lips. “That doesn’t matter, don’t worry.”

You rolled your eyes, men.

“I’m going to make you something anyway, it’s the best I can do for now.” You walked away before he could protest. Your stomach growled in impatience as you reached the kitchen, looking at the assortment of pots and pans before you. You couldn’t remember the last time you cooked for someone, that wasn’t one of your friends or your own family. The thought of cooking for an attractive stranger made your heart pound just a bit harder.

You pushed down your anxieties as you took out four eggs from the ice box, alongside some bacon you had to use before it went bad. It was quite an expensive breakfast, for most, but you had the money, so why not spend it on expensive tastes?

You hummed to yourself as you began to cook, it felt nice to focus on something that wasn’t the threat that was made against your life. You also are sure to put on a pot of coffee, the dark circles under Leon’s eyes were evidence that he must’ve not slept well (or slept at all).

Once it was ready, you plated the meal on your finest china dishes, before carrying them out to the living room. Leon looked up from his work, rising to his feet, unable to stop the smile that graced his full lips.

“I didn’t take you for much of a cook.” He pointed out as you handed him a plate and silverware.

You snorted, sitting down across from him with your own plate and mug of coffee. “What makes you think that? I’m a well-bred, upper-class lady, it’s a required skill.”

Leon takes a sip of the hot beverage, burning blue eyes peeking just above the rim of the mug. “You seem independent. Not like most upper-class women I’ve been acquaintance with.” He responded, his eyes meeting yours.

You cleared your throat, unable to look back into his intense gaze. “I have brothers.” You responded cheekily. “My mother always thought they were a bad influence.”

The agent chuckled, which sent odd electricity down your spine. “That explains it.” He mused, using his fork to carve out a piece of fried eggs.

You both laugh for a moment, the tenseness of the crimes scattered by your feet temporarily forgotten. “What about you? Do you have siblings?” You asked curiously.

Leon shakes his head negatively, fork poking at his bacon. “No, I’m an only child.” He responded blankly. “My parents died when I was young, I was raised by my uncle.”

Your heart stopped, and guilt instantly built up in your gut. “Oh, I’m sorry I asked.” You whispered, awkwardly.

“It’s fine.” The blonde responded with a shrug. “They died when I was a child.” He looked down into his coffee mug, thoughts hidden. “I’ve had decades to grieve.”

You nodded your head, and suddenly your appetite faded away. You open your mouth to provide more condolences, but Leon stopped you. “I have to work on these files, thank you for the food, Miss.”

You winced at the title, and you shook your head. “Please, call me Y/N.”

Leon glanced over at you, a hint of a smile on his face, dimples forming at the corners of his cheeks. “Alright then, Y/N. You can call me Leon.”

--- Chapter One: [link]

Chapter Two: [here]

Chapter Three: [link]

[alitan99]

Leon wearing Claire’s noir costume that nobody asked for except me.

[naliaska]

Have a Noir sketch of Leon and Claire, the background was supposed to say "Level 100 Mafia Boss," but I forgot the mafia bit 😂

[unicornxfart]

Hi, baby ❤️

[zg0nuwa]

Can i have a little request, where SO GN!reader loves to cook, and every time Leon arrives home, there's a nice and tasty meal. So, in return he tries to cook dinner for them?

I have the thought that he's terrible at cooking, and if he does something it's just... Edible.

Poor leon, juat tries his best to impress their SO :'3

𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 ; “ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐨𝐮𝐭 ”

tbh it’s a 50/50 for me when it comes to leons cooking skills. at the same time i think he sucks ass but on the other hand ( i still strongly believe he’s part italian ) just him cooking his childhood recipes for you because it’s his love language. the struggle is real.

leon s kennedy x gn!reader

warnings ; leons near death experience in the kitchen, medical inaccuracies

usually it was the other way around. leon was the one that you had to wait for for hours or sometimes even days at a time but not this time around. it so happened that the DSO finally let him have his vacation uninterrupted.

so he decided to repay your kindness. with all this free time he started to get restless and frustrated. he was so used to always being somewhere, doing something and living of off this adrenaline rush. leon thought it would be a nice change of pace to try something in the kitchen but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

it was nearing 10pm when you finally came back home. for the past week your boss was not going easy on you. in fact it felt as if he was pushing you to your limits.

as you unlocked the front door all you could think about was a nice bath and going to sleep wrapped up in leons arms. you were expecting him to be in the living room watching tv but instead you could smell something burning in your kitchen.

before you could process what was going on you heard a loud thud and a string of curses coming from leon. it ripped you away from your train of thoughts and you quickly walked towards the entrance to your kitchen.

the sight in front of you was amusing. leon holding his hand under a stream of cold water, a pan of what you suppose used to be tomato sauce that was now all over the floor and cabinets.

“ lee, honey, what happened here? ” you asked as you slowly walked up to him trying to maneuver your way without walking into splashes of still hot sauce.

“ i burned myself on the handle of the pan and well, the rest i think you can figure out yourself. ” you couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped your lips at his beat up expression. to think that a top tier government agent had struggled with the task of making dinner was hilarious. of course you would never berate him for that or make him fell bad about it but the situation was just amusing.

“ it’s not funny. ”

“ i’m sorry, i’m sorry… but it is a little bit funny. ” you turned off the water and inspected the burn on his hand. it wasn’t bad but you could already see the bubbles slowly forming and as you slightly pressed around the mark left by the handle he hissed.

“ okay, keep your hand under the cold water. i’ll go grab something to soothe the burn and we’ll clean up the mess. ”

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in the end you ordered some chinese take out from the only place still open at this hour. it wasn’t some fancy dinner but right now you could eat a horse with the hooves so it didn’t matter.

leon unfortunately was still grumpy about the whole ordeal. even more so that the injured his dominant hand and for the life of him couldn’t operate around with the other hand, so you ended up feeding him yourself.

“ come on, don’t be like that. ” you grinned at his dissatisfied face as you held a bite of rice noodles in front of him with your chopsticks.

“ this is fucking embarrassing. ”