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zzzzombieboy · 10 months

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Hellooo it’s me 😋😋 here’s the Resident Evil 4, Leon S. Kennedy x male reader request. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

After Leon was sent to save Ashley Reader is sent to back up Leon (and Leon didn’t know that so he is kinda mad that they thought it would be a good idea to choose Reader for it) on his mission and after a long and annoying search, he ends up finding Leon in the village. At first, he thought Leon was some sort of villager and attacks him. He pins him to the ground but then realized who he is and reluctantly apologizes which just makes the situation worse between them.

When they find Ashley and then lose her later Leon gets injured badly because he just rushed in without thinking to save Ashley. But he couldn’t and they ended up fighting when the coast cleared. In reality, the reader isn’t mad about the fact that they lost Ashley again. He is mad that Leon got hurt in the process and Leon noticed that the reader was worried about him. That could lead to an angry make-out session. Enemies to lovers type thing

And I really love your writing, gonna request alooooot more in the future 🥰🥰

oh thank u! i will try my hardest to make it as good as the last post

i also love writing ur prompts (long ones) it’s so very fun i love it

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Leon Kennedy x M!Reader

Leon was tired. Hours and hours of running around this odd town had taken its toll, leaving him utterly exhausted. The cool air around him gave him goosebumps, his jacket being stolen a few hours earlier. He was left in a compression shirt, not exactly the best when it came to keeping warmth.

Walking back into the village, he was relieved to hear no ambient murmurs or shouts. He had finally gotten himself some quiet, the one thing he had been searching for this whole time. Along with the presidents daughter, of course. His feet crunched against the leaves below him as he walked toward a house he had searched through a bit ago. He leaned against it, his body facing the forest beyond the piled rocks and the fence blocking it off.

He took in a deep breath, his head pressing against the ply wood behind him. He shoved both of his hands into his pockets and let his eyes close. Finally, some peace.

That was, until he heard a crack of a twig. His eyes snapped open as he held his hand over his gun’s holster. He wondered why he hadn’t seen this villager before, or heard them for that manner. He slowly moved himself to the side of the house and peered over the corner to get a good look at them.

It was a man in a puffed coat, seemingly looking for someone. He held what looked like a military issued pistol in his hand, hood over his head as he walked through the village slowly. Leon wasn’t in the mood to have to fight another one of these insanely strong villagers, especially concerning one with a gun. He was going to be swift and clean.

Leon began his stalk, making sure to stay close to a building and lay low. He pulled his gun from his holster and continued to step closer to the stranger. The closer he got, he noticed details about the man, specific scars and markings on his hands, the way his coat fell. Leon recognized something about him, but just couldn’t figure it out.

Just as he was close enough to see the side of his face, he had stepped on a pile of leaves. A feeling of dread washed over him as the man made a swift turn around. His leg swept across, tripping Leon and having him fall flat on his face. His gun fell out of his hand but still was in reach, until the man kicked it away.

The man planted one foot down onto Leon’s upper back, setting his entire weight on the blonde before grabbing onto both of Leon’s hands and pinning them behind him. The man belt his wrists between his fingers, keeping an extremely tight grip on them as he pressed his gun against the back of Leon’s head. “Speak or I shoot.” the man commanded. His voice was raspy, dark. Leon recognized it immediately.

It was no other than Y/N L/N. He had been at odds with Y/N for the entire time they had worked together. Their constant bickering and fights drove everyone around them crazy, Y/N usually being the one to start it. Y/N was combative, but always for a reason. He was smart and agile, and spent a lot of his time training, and could very easily pick out bad plans. He always picked out Leon’s first.

Leon figured that announcing who he was would kill him regardless, but there had to be a reason that Y/N was here. “It’s Leon.” he grunted, trying his best to wiggle out of Y/N’s grasp, but to no avail. He had a grip that nobody could rival.

Y/N paused for a second, slowly pulling his gun away from the head of the man he had pinned. He let out a soft chuckle, putting the weapon in his holster. With his now free hand, he brought it up to the chip in his ear. “Hunnigan, I found Condor One.” he spoke, somewhat loosening his hold but keeping Leon down. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll take care of it. Alright. Bye.” he hung up, his attention turning back to Leon.

He leaned his head downwards, almost against Leon’s ear. “Kennedy, why on earth did you think it was a good idea to sneak up on me?” asked Y/N with a slight smirk spreading across his face. Leon rolled his eyes.

“Better question,” he started, a bit of dirt getting into his mouth. He spit it out with a sour face. “Why the hell are you here?” he asked, getting a small glimpse of the cocky expression spread across Y/N’s face.

Y/N leaned his head back, letting out another laugh. “Because your ditzy ass can’t do your job.” he replied, his words laced with venom as he finally let go of Leon’s hands. He still kept him to the ground with his foot, however. “I always tell them not to trust the blonde bimbo’s, but they never listen, so I always end up getting sent to clean up your damn messes.”

Leon frowned, finally feeling the boot being lifted from his back. “I could’ve finished this by myself.” he grunted, pushing himself up off the ground, reaching for his gun that had been kicked away from him. Y/N rolled his eyes as he watched Leon stumble a little bit.

“It’s been 12 hours and you haven’t even got Ashley. It seems like all you’ve done is level an entire village.” Y/N raised a brow, resting a hand on his hip. Leon threw his head back around, finally finding something that he could be right about. “No, I found Ashley.” he disagreed. Y/N flickered his eyes from left to right before turning his head behind him.

“Okay,” he started. “Where is she then?”

Leon froze up, feeling his throat tense up. He considered lying to lighten the weight, but he figured that it wouldn’t do them any good. “I…” he started, squeezing his eyes shut. “I lost her.”

Y/N’s mouth went ajar as he stared at the back of Leon’s head. “You lost Ashley?” he raised his voice, stepping closer to Leon with his head leaned forward. “Are you fucking kidding me? You lost the goddamn presidents daughter?! Is doing nothing and looking pretty all you know how to do?” he hounded Leon, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. “I swear to god, I could’ve had this job done in an hour and a half. Why on earth do they assign you such insanely important jobs?” he asked nobody, pacing back and forth. Leon clenched his jaw, turning to face Y/N.

“Can you just shut up, man? You yelling at me won’t get us anywhere.” barked Leon, prompting Y/N to slow down. Y/N opened his mouth to respond, but instead he just looked Leon up and down. He stayed silent, giving a small head shake before taking in a deep breath.

“Okay, fine, whatever.” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before letting his arm fall back to his side. “Where was Ashley when you last saw her?” asked Y/N, looking back to Leon’s face. Leon took in a small breath, happy that Y/N had stopped his rant.

He looked towards the gate, pointing towards the path leading out of it. “Down this road, there’s a large castle that she got carried to.” he uttered. Y/N nodded, starting his walk, not caring to see if Leon was following behind him. In all honesty, Y/N saw it as an insult that he was labeled as backup for this mission. He fully believed that he should’ve been the main agent on this case to begin with, and it was the biggest slap in the face that the most incompetent agent in his eyes was chosen over him. He wanted to get it over with.

Leon followed behind Y/N and remained silent, making sure to check every inch of the land they were walking on for loose bear traps he hadn’t set off yet, or people hiding above them that could ambush them. He saw nothing, so they continued their walk.

The walk was completely silent, the only sounds coming from either of the men being slight sniffles or clearing their throats. It had been a good half an hour before they reached the gothic style building Leon spoke of.

At the front, there was a large door with the insignia that had been coating the village. The two approached the building, Y/N taking a pause by the side, expecting Leon to follow suit. Y/N had always been a planner, making extensive backups and routes before ever going into a dangerous situation. Leon was much different, instead storming into a situation without much thought and figuring it out along the way.

In a rush, Leon kicked open the castle’s doors and ran in, his hands tight around his gun. There were many cult members, all wielding weapons. Y/N let out a small yell, frustrated on how impulsive his co-worker was. He just had to go with the flow now, thank god he was good with adapting. Y/N ran in, making sure that nobody could see him. Leon was trying to fight them all off at the same time, and Y/N was going to leave him to that while he tried to find Ashley.

Y/N booked it through the main hall, checking every nook and cranny, running up staircases before he found a dusty door with a small hand print on the side of it. His instincts told him that he should open it, and his instincts were correct. Sitting on top of a barrel, Ashley Graham was restrained, chained to the wall with a rope tied into her mouth.

Her eyes seemed to light up in fear as she let out muffled screams. Y/N shook his head, shutting the door behind him. “No, hey, easy lady. It’s alright.” Y/N started, putting both his hands up to try and ease her. “I’m with Leon. I’m gonna get you outta here, alright?” Ashley slowly stopped her movements, nodding slowly as Y/N continued to approach her.

“Sorry it took us so long,” started Y/N, pulling his knife out of the strap against his chest. “Leon isn’t good with time management.” he muttered, grabbing onto the rope tied to Ashley’s head, cutting through it with ease. He pulled the rope out of her mouth, letting her take in a deep breath. “Leon, where is Leon?” she asked, his chest heaving up and down.

Y/N looked to the door behind him. “Fighting off those cult guys.” he replied, now looking around for a bolt cutter. Luckily he found one, hidden behind a shelf in the far corner. He picked it up and stepped back to Ashley. Ashley gave a small nod, watching as Y/N cut the chains tied around her waist.

“Thank you.” Ashley hummed. Y/N nodded in return as a small ‘you’re welcome’ before creaking the door open. He peeked his head out, hoping to see a pile of dead bodies, but was left not-so-shocked to see that all the men in cloaks had been kicking Leon’s ass. He let out a small angry grunt before ducking his head back in.

He handed Ashley the knife he used to cut her free. “You’re the presidents daughter, you know self defense, right?” he asked, his voice slightly cracking. To say he was nervous was embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it. This was very risky. Ashley nodded, thank god. “Okay, good. You are gonna go out there, get out of this castle, and run as fast as you can, got it? We will find you, just make sure if anyone tries to grab onto you, stab them and run.” he ordered her, staring deep into her eyes. She nodded hesitantly. She trusted that he knew what he was doing, and followed his instructions.

Y/N opened the door again, watching as Ashley ran past him, down the staircase. Thankfully all of the cultists had their eyes set on destroying Leon, so nobody noticed their captive escaping. She ran through the hall and pushed open the doors, leaving nothing but a trail of dust. Y/N felt a relief seeing that Ashley made it out of there unnoticed, but he now had to save Leon’s ass again.

He made his way down the stairs and pulled his shotgun off his back. The heavy steps were nothing compared to the yells of the men trying to kill Leon, so he also went unnoticed. Without a second to spare, he started shooting, knocking off the men closest to Leon and taking care of the others afterwards. Once all of them had gone down, he took in a heavy breath.

Leon stood there, his body exhausted. He now had puncture wounds in his arms and bruises on his waist, and the classic bloody nose. He stared at Y/N, who leaned his head back in a brief moment of satisfaction. The second his head moved back down, Leon felt a chill run down his spine.

Y/N’s eyes landing on his was a feeling of dread that remained unmatched. The rage in his gaze was clear to anyone who saw it, a scowl forming across his face as Y/N stormed toward Leon. “Sit down.” Y/N barked, setting his shot gun back on his carrier, starting to dig through his jacket while approaching Leon. Leon did as he was told, as he didn’t want to anger Y/N any more. Y/N finally pulled out a med kit and an herb mixture he had stored for emergencies.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Leon?” he asked, kneeling down beside him. “I can deal with the bratty shit, and the whole ‘I’m a loner I can do it myself’ thing or whatever, but this? You could’ve died.” he mumbled, his voice getting quiet. Leon could sense the vulnerability, his head tilting to the right as he stared back up at Y/N.

The tone that Y/N was speaking in was something he hadn’t heard before. Whenever they went on missions together, Y/N always spoke to him like he was a burden. But now, he heard something so insanely rare in his voice. It was sympathy. Y/N worried about Leon. Y/N tried his hardest not to let it on, but this was the closest Leon had ever been to actually dying.

He felt Y/N pull up one of his sleeves, holding a roll of bandages between his teeth while he used his hands to put pressure on Leon’s wounds. “I can patch myself up.” he muttered, slightly pulling his arm away. Y/N flashed him a glare while taking in a long breath.

“For the love of god.” he uttered, pulling the bandages away from his mouth. “Just let me do this for you.” he pulled Leon’s arm back to the place it was and began to unwind the bandages. Leon stopped trying to counter Y/N, instead just sitting silently, watching Y/N wrap the bandages around his arm.

Y/N and Leon were never really close by each other. The only times they were touching is when they were sparring during training, which neither of them enjoyed very much. This was the first time neither of them were trying to beat the shit out of each other in this close of proximity, and it gave Leon a new view. Y/N finished up Leon’s arm and moved his focus to the injuries that really mattered.

Y/N lifted up Leon’s shirt, revealing the many wounds inflicted by the cultists with their various weapons. None of them were very deep, but the last thing Y/N needed was for his partner to get a bunch of infections. He pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the med kit, making sure he didn’t have too much dirt on his hands.

The sudden cool brush of wind up against Leon’s abdomen made him squirm a little. He took in a harsh breath through his clenched teeth, tensing up his muscles. Y/N grabbed some cotton balls and dunked them into the bottle. “Stop wining. You’re being dramatic.” he uttered.

Leon glared at him. “Oh yeah? Do you wanna try being impaled?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. Y/N rolled his eyes, cleaning the blood off of Leon’s skin.

“You weren’t impaled, you were poked.” he hissed, watching as Leon began to writhe around again from the stoning caused by the peroxide. “Stay still and be quiet.” he spoke, trying his best to pin Leon down.

Leon grunted. “Make me.” he grunted. Y/N looked back up at Leon’s face, the irritation he felt before coming back. He wanted to shut Leon up with everything he had. He wanted to make sure he stayed quiet for the rest of the time he knew him. He never wanted to hear another bratty ass word out of his mouth again. Y/N clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath in a he looked back up into Leon’s eyes. He needed him to be quiet.

In a sudden rush of emotions, Y/N found himself pulling a move he had long suppressed, but his impulse got the better of him. He jutted his head forward and pressed his lips against Leon’s, earning a stifled yelp from the blonde. The sudden contact sent a shock down both of their spines, but Y/N was pleasantly surprised when Leon reciprocated the kiss. The pain Leon felt had slowly slipped away as all he could focus on now was the feeling of Y/N.

Their lips moving against one another brought up feelings that neither of them really knew they had. Leon could feel his face heating up as he brought up a hand, planting it on the back of Y/N’s head in order to get closer. Y/N couldn’t help but feel weak in this moment, his knees starting to wobble as he melted into the moment. He was still a little angry, yes, but that made it so much better.

Leon could feel his heart beating faster than ever as he felt Y/N’s hand press up against his chest. He slowly pushed Leon down to the ground, continuing the kiss while hovering over him. As much as Leon hated to admit, he didn’t mind being pinned by Y/N all that much. If anything, he enjoyed it. The warmth on Leon’s face ended up spreading to the rest of his body, feeling a fuzz begin to form in his stomach. His breaths were erratic and heavy, waiting for Y/N to make another move.

Y/N also felt a buzz, but it remained in his head. He felt like he couldn’t think straight with this happening, all he could focus on was the feeling he had. He didn’t like the feeling of his guard being down, so against his own wishes, he pulled away from Leon.

Both his legs were on the sides of Leon’s waist, practically forcing him to remain on the ground as Y/N pulled away. He leaned himself upwards, biting down on his lips before wiping his hand across them. He didn’t know what to do with himself, and he couldn’t bare to look at Leon.

Leon stared up at him, swallowing slightly before lifting his arms, leaning back on his elbows. Y/N took in a heavy breath before standing up, backing away from Leon. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He didn’t feel ashamed, or embarrassed. He just felt like a hypocrite. For the first time, he uttered a word that he wouldn’t have said to Leon in a million years. “Sorry.” he blurted.

Leon widened his mouth slightly, trying to analyze what Y/N was feeling. All he knew is that he really liked what they had been doing. He shook his head ever-so-slightly. “It’s okay. I asked for it.” he gave Y/N the smallest smile, trying to assure him.

Y/N looked at him for a brief moment, a sly smile of his own spreading across his face as he kneeled back down, grabbing onto the medical equipment now tipped over on the floor. “I’m glad we agree that this is your fault.” He uttered.

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