#ships; claire x leon

[legaciestold]

@honorhearted | @everythingheard (leon | chris | constantine) | @myersbprd

[hamoujii]

Cleon crumbs from the most recent chapter of the Death island manga

(Sorry for the bad quality)

[clairexleon]

After reading the Spy x Family manga and watching the anime, I realized that I’m really just a sucker for the whole “we’re in love but don’t realize it (yet) and we also have an adopted daughter” situation LOL

[lovelycleon]

[shiftycatstudios]

Ships n' Sidekick Sketches / Resident Evil Edition! (1 of...idk I want to do more, though)

⭐ Insta / Ko-Fi ~ @theshiftycat ⭐ Everything Else ~ @shiftycatstudios ⭐ Link Tree

[clairetomyjill]

how about Claire and Jill realizing they have feelings for each other? can be from either POV!

*JILL IS THE ONE FOR ME*

(requested by anon)

themes: LGBTQIA+, love confessions, fluff, hand holding

Claire had been sitting at her computer for the whole afternoon now, staring blankly at the dim white glow projecting from her word document.

She had a 4000 word essay to complete for college that was due at midnight, though she couldn't get that girl off her mind.

Her raspy voice, her striking eyes, her toned physique,

The point was, everything about her was lingering in her thoughts.

Claire was introduced to Jill by her older brother, Chris, sometime a few years back. Jill had just joined the special tactics and rescue service, mostly known as S.T.A.R.S, with Chris.

Claire always suddenly lost her confident personality as soon as she caught eyes with Jill, though she didn't know why. Her vocal chords threatened to break and she always felt butterflies in her stomach.

Claire always had the urge to tell her these things, but she didn't even know what these feelings were HERSELF. They were so sudden and and you really couldn't put them into words.

More importantly... why did she only feel this way around Jill?

Sure she was cool, drop dead gorgeous, smart and badass

But Claire knew so many other people who fit that description, why was it that she ONLY felt so strongly around Jill?

She felt her heart beat frantically as she thought about it more, she couldn't help but smile to herself as images of Jill appeared in her mind.

But then, she figured it out.

She was in love.

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An hour later, she was on her motorcycle on her way to Jill's apartment.

She didn't have the guts to call her before, so she wasn't even exactly sure she was home. She had never felt so alive now that she understood her emotions, she was beyond joyful.

She didn't know HOW she was going to address her feelings of romantic admiration, maybe she would do it dramatically like in the movies, or maybe she would just do it casually as herself.

She got to Jill's apartment in no time, soaring through Raccoon City, the neon lights blurring into one big ball of colour. The noise and distant music protruded her ears. Though, it was all so far away now that she was standing in front of Jill's doorstep, she was only focused on the footsteps approaching the door.

Thank god she was home.

The wooden door opened, revealing Jill standing in a teal tank top and basketball shorts, her hair was damp and still had a comb in it, she probably had just gotten out of the shower.

"Oh, Claire!" Jill grinned.

"Jill!....." Claire smiled shyly in response.

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After what felt like an entirety of awkward small talk later, Claire finally decided to speak up.

"Uh...so...Jill” Claire spoke.

Jill shot up from the slouched position she was sitting in on her chair. She stared wide-eyed at Claire in sudden interest.Claire gulped nervously.

“I…have something to tell you..” Claire whispered.

“What…what is it?” Jill’s questioned.

“I…I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now” Claire confessed.

Jill’s expression grew more puzzled by the second.

“I…have-“ Claire’s sentence was cut short.

“I have feelings for you too, I..I have no idea why I kept this from you Claire, I like you, LOVE you even and-and I..” Jill rambled, she quieted down as she saw Claire’s smile.

“Shit…I should’ve let your continue” Jill scratched the back of her neck, a shameful expression on her face.

Claire leaned in closer to Jill, smelling the lilac scented body wash bounce off her figure.

“I like you too, ya big dummy” Claire giggled.

Jill’s face lightened up and she giggled back at Claire.

Claire grabbed both sides of Jill’s face, and pulled her closer, feeling her lips press against her own

[echidnana]

not to mention how popular the m/m ships are vs the f/f ships. genuinely the re fandom is the absolute worst about that

[branchofcinnamon]

Best way to bring Billy back in Resident Evil?

i am so scared that if they do actually bring Billy back they're just gonna kill him off at the end :')

probably not the "best" way but i think a very "lax" return would be really funny. and not everyone would like this but what if he was just married to Rebecca this whole time. New identity and everything but she still just never mentions him cuz she doesn't feel like talking about her personal life. They (Chris/Jill/Whoever) have to go to Rebecca for some new vaccine. Billy is there. "Rebecca who's this?" "Oh! This is my husband :)" "You're married?? Since when?" "Since like 10 years ago lol" "WHAT!?!???"

but THEN kinda like in Death Island where Rebecca has to run to everyones rescue, something happens to Chris/whoever and Rebecca has to save them. so its like this is her reason to be the protagonist of a new game, and Billy goes along to help her and its like Re0 with the switching between the both of them. honestly right now im thinking of something like re2 with the different routes except for this you could switch between them at any time and get different voice line reactions/comments depending on who you take to which area/if they're in the same room together or not.

okay and same vibes as the end of re0 where they made it out but they don't go seperate ways this time and just go home together :''')

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

remember how my blog has only existed for like LITERALLY a month and i already had cl*on shippers like a week into me having the blog-

being like HEY I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY

[legaciestold]

march 29th, 2009 rp drabble/rp lead-in included: claire, sherry, & leon (+ chris, jill, and ingrid mentions) also pertains to @everythingheard

moe's did a decent amount of business considering how difficult it could be to find at times and the state of the rest of the block it was on with boards still on the sides of the two buildings next door. the light outside shone bright now at least, though. six months ago a fire had had taken out the bakery and comic book shops next to it. luckily the fire department had managed to stop the blaze before it'd fully engulfed the restaurant but the damage had still been extensive and the other businesses had taken their insurance payout and relocated. moe's on the other hand had been a staple in the area for years even if it wasn't really known to people outside of the neighborhood (claire had only stumbled upon it on accident years ago and come there ever since) and no one had been willing to stand idly by when the insurance company hadn't been willing to cover as much as they believed they should have.

that's why claire had helped out with the fundraiser that had been formed to help moe get the place back in shape. it'd been a testament to humanity, a flicker of reassurance that there was still good out there even when claire had seen the worst people were capable of so often both in raccoon and in the images seared into her mind both from her time with terrasave and now with the bprd. moe had been brought to tears when he'd been presented with a check and the commitment by the local construction company to help because moe had helped them out by sending them free food when the family-run company had one of it's members in the hospital and most of the workers hadn't thought to ensure they were getting meals during that awful time. sherry had made cookies to help raise money too when she'd found out about it and those cookies remained edible even if claire's track record with cookies had become a legendary joke that she always seemed the butt of. (she has half a mind to make coal-looking cookies and put them in christmas stockings this year.)

the restaurant's comfortably busy on this lazy sunday afternoon as sun filters through the window and angelica-- the waitress that always rotated weekend shifts with their usual server diane-- greets them at the counter. the scene causes a strange sort of feeling to wash over claire when she stops angelica and tells her that actually, maybe they'll sit on the other side today and the waitress looks at her quizzically but then offers a soft smile. for a decade they've always sat in the back, a little further off from the other tables but in full sight of both the entrance and the side door that led out to the alley. a mix of habit and ensured and required security. still, perhaps the fact claire is on a first name basis with the staff of the pizza joint is an indication that she's provided sherry with a few unhealthy eating habits over the years. yet, in a strange kind of way, this restaurant has been with them all nearly as long as raccoon and seen glimpses into the various aspects of her, sherry, and leon's lives over the years.

sometimes claire wonders what they must look like to diane or angelica or even moe who always seemed to have a new kind of desert ready for sherry (despite the fact it was a pizza joint and not an ice cream parlor), even after the girl had graduated high school. the amazed wonder on sherry's face never had seemed to dissipate upon the new creations either, even if sherry was about to enter training to become an agent of the same government that'd run more tests than any of them could count on her for years. claire thinks, on the surface, maybe, they look like any other family coming in for lunch at their favorite restaurant but she also knows even if they'd only ever skirted the line of information and frankly the bizarre too that some inferences have been made on the part of the staff and maybe that's also gone both ways at times. loud noises always made claire's eyes dart to the doors in her line of sight. when her, leon, and sherry came there it was just them but over the years when claire has brought sherry 'by themselves' there was always one of three men who'd seat themselves at the diner-style counter across the room, not actively part of their little group but still present as they always were when claire took sherry places. claire had hated that, at first before she'd grown to accept it and a par to claire wonders if it really was a kind of resigned acceptance at just being used to it or because somewhere along the way she'd started to actually-- at least to a point-- allowed herself some amount of trust in simmons especially after he'd gotten sherry into that school even if that'd taken a hit after prismya and claire found out he was the one who blackmailed leon, or some combination of all factors.

(they hadn't followed her to work or when she went out, except that one terrible month terra save had gotten those horrid threats and simmons had insisted they watch her too. but they were always present when sherry went out places. it'd been the price they paid for government protection. distant enough to not always be readily noticed at her insistence, but always there.)

claire had also grown fairly invested in the ever-developing relationship that seemed to be agent blake and diane even if she wouldn't readily admit to such. but people weren't stupid. the staff knew something had been up and had accepted them as being regulars at the restaurant for a decade. they'd seen sherry grow up, sherry even bringing her two best friends there and causing the usual shadow agent to have two others there too. claire imagines that might have been a bit of a comical scene and also grants the boys some credit since this place likely wasn't a usual kind of place they'd frequent. the staff had also seen jill and chris on a few occasions earlier on as they'd all come to have dinner. they'd seen hell.boy once too, when they were closing and he'd been in the transport directly after a mission and she'd picked up about ten pizzas she'd pre-ordered to bring back and while he was supposed to stay hidden, hell.boy hadn't and moe hadn't reacted in the way she'd believed he would which had only ever caused claire to have more questions than answers about moe's own origins and why he'd reacted as if he saw people like hell.boy all the time. but moe never asked her to reveal her secrets so she hadn't asked him either. they'd seen them all in various states of healing bodily harm too and while claire knows from the looks they'd get they itched to ask, they never did. there'd been a kind of acceptance across the board. and there's a kind of hidden communication in this moment that passes between them all too, as chairs are pulled out at a table and angelica says she'll be right back with their usual drinks.

there's an understanding in the fact that claire has moved their table that something has changed even if angelica doesn't know what.

there's also a knowing smile that claire sees mirrored in sherry and leon's faces too even if claire still seats herself angled to one of the doors and leon does other. old habits die hard and they are all too aware of the world they live in even in the moments like these they determine to forget it for awhile. blue-gray hues move across the restaurant and meet moe's who peeks his head out and waves at them, claire smiling back brightly and offering one in return. idly claire wonders if they have a betting pool on if their group is some super secret spy family right out of spy k.ids or if one of them has endeavored to try to look leon up and believes he's taken up after his long-dead family on the crime scene. huh, actaully, maybe not that; for some reason claire thinks maybe the government or more likely hunnigan may have wiped his connection to that, at least publicly. she's never had reason to check, leon's told her about his family and for that matter, jill has mentioned a few things she knew about them too. that was a bit of a mind-fuck, that while maybe claire and leon certainly knew each other longer in terms of time spent together, technically jill met leon first. what would that have looked like if zombies had never happened and they all had met at the police station in raccoon?

it's all rather fantastical and claire bites back a chuckle, her knee gently brushing against leon's under the table as they shift to start sipping their drinks when angelica brings them. maybe he's thinking the same things she is. it doesn't really matter either way.

there's something lighter about this sunday and it's filtering through every moment as it passes. because even if they are all aware there's still danger out there, one of those dangers which has lingered over them for years is gone. albert wes.ker is dead and with him the last trace of umbrella even if technically speaking it'd been almost six since the fall of the company and three since spencer's death.

i don't know where you are trent, but i hope this brings you peace too, claire thinks.

(or at least the old umbrella, claire was reserving both judgement and the right to believe it could be just as bad when it came to blue umbrella; after all, claire knew that chris hadn't been thrilled about their contract to supply the bsaa with weapons to use against bo.w.s that'd been implemented two years ago.)

and, chris had jill back.

that and the fact that sherry was joining the dso meant that the 'protections' that had laid upon the edges of claire's life for almost a decade would now ease. it meant agent blake wasn't gonna be coming to the restaurant with them anymore, though claire had the feeling she'd still see him at the restaurant.

oh, she'd bet money on it.

and claire thought she'd be okay with that. blake had always been nice and endeavored to make the situation feel more like a friendship than a secret protection detail. he asked sherry about school and even was college friends with one of sherry's friend's details. claire had a certain level of trust in him that she'd never completely had with the other two agents who always felt so much more rigid and.. well, spy-like. if she had to guess that anyone was actively reporting back to simmons (no matter the tentative trust he'd managed to get from her because she had come to believe that despite the fucked up history there in the aftermath of raccoon and the deal that haunted her and leon's chance at a relationship for so many years, that surely simmons did care about sherry and her own well-being after so many years) about their lives-- which she hated the idea of--, she'd have banked on it being them and not blake and claire really hoped she wasn't wrong about that.

"so i was thinking, maybe we should all take a trip to new york before sherry starts her training." claire says, the cherry flavor of her soda lingering in her mouth as she looks from her daughter to her boyfriend.

god, three years of her calling him that and it still did strange things to her.

the shift between them both changing everything and nothing at all because they were still them, it hadn't been some monumental moment like in the prince.ss diaries but a moment where they'd let themselves see everything and choose to embrace it. so really, they acted much the same, had the same care and love and everything in-between that had always existed between them, there was just... kissing and sex included now.

"i think it'd do jill good to see some friendly faces that aren't trying to make her a lab rat and only want to fill her in on all the episodes of psych she missed." there's a kind of weighted tension on the edges of what she says but a kind of lightness too. because wes.ker was dead and they had jill back and claire thinks that maybe, finally, no matter what the bprd or dso or the joint task force throw at them in-between, maybe they all-- especially her brother-- could finally breathe again. if only until the next crisis the universe decided to throw at them.

the rest of the day goes rather unceremoniously, a rarity that no alerts managed to come to any of their phones and they could just exist in the moment and this little blip of normalcy. distantly she wonders if ingrid has something to do with it and if she does, she's entirely grateful for the day of respite that they are all being blessed with. and well, sherry was talking about moe's latest creation for days to come even if claire and leon's daughter was twenty-two and no longer the twelve-year-old his first sundae creation had been given to.

[homicidal-slvt]

{Redoing this poll}

[hamoujii]

I'm not the same since I found out that Claire was going to be Leon's partner in RE6 instead of Helena. My dream was almost fulfilled and at the same time was destroyed without me knowing it.

[rey-of-luke]

Has anyone ever considered Leon x Claire x Ada? Once again ship wars have turned me into a poly shipper

[postersofleon]

My Ex Girlfriend Is Still Hot

Being recommended this place was good, apparently they can fix any vehicle at a cheap price, but it's not the cheapness that first attracted Leon into this place. It was seeing his ex-girlfriend covered in oil. It had been years since he had seen her, she looked older, but that that didn't reduce his love.

content: angst, fluff and smut

notes: afab fem!reader x leon, reader is divorced mom, mentions of leon's situation-ship with ada, reader is mean to leon (he kinda deserves it), fixing old relationships, baby!, leon is in love with the past, mentions of leon's unhealthy coping mechanisms. the smut is kinda fluffy. this took forever. rewriting and writing again. blah, anyways, minors, um, be care what you read. don't interact, the standard stuff, sorry. also, um, i don't know how this was. it felt rough, sorry. not prove read and... it's long

part one (here)

taglist: @argreion

He was tired. Leon couldn't deny that his 'exciting' life had bored him and broken him up. It was always issue one or issue two causing problems, but he won't think about it.

All he wanted to do now was fix his poor bike that got destroyed after his fight with Maria. His body was still sore from his body being infected, from his body being hit once again. He stepped out of Chris's truck and entered the garage to fix his favorite vehicle. A teenager was flicking through his phone; the kid was kind of covered by oil stains. Eh, he is willing to trust Claire's recommendations of fixing cars. The kid looked old enough, probably fourteen or fifteen to handle himself here.

"Um, hey." He put his hands on his jean pockets, Leon cleared his throat a bit, "I'm guessing you aren't the owner, huh?" The kid slowly looked up at Leon, he looked annoyed as hell to see him, "Duh." He put his phone back in front of his face. Leon cleared his throat again, "Well, is the owner here, kiddo?"

"Mom!" The kid yelped loudly.

Leon pursed his lips together. This kid had lungs. He heard boots approaching them, a woman appeared, "Sorry about the wait." Her hands grabbed a rag and cleaned her hands up. In that exact moment, Leon immediately recognized her- it felt like a one of those smacks he was used to. Her eyes went on the ground for a bit before looking at his eyes.

"So, how can I help you?" She put her hands on her waist. Leon swallowed his spit that was forming on the back of his throat, "Oh, I was..." What the hell? Was he returning back to his stupid roots when he was always awkward with women. He pressed his lips into a line, his mouth now felt dry as hell, "My bike... it needs to be fixed." Finally. Those poor words seemed to struggle to even pop out of his throat.

She nodded her head, "Yeah, can I see the... damage, jeez." Her eyes widen at the extent of the damage, pieces of the bike were dangling and sections of it was scrapped up and turned into a small balls of metal.

Did she recognize Leon?

Stupidly, that was he first question when she tilted her head to see the damage from bellow. She turned to see her... son. Gosh, Leon just connected the points that this kid was actually her son.

"Hey, bring me the gloves," She cleaned her already dirty hands with her black tank top, "There are on top of engine I just bought." With every word she spoke, Leon recalled how much he adored her.

The kid nodded his head and hurried to another room leaving Leon alone with you Her eyes met his, "Are you sure you wanna fix it up?" She put her hands on her waist, "Everything will have to be replaced, and..." Her eyes trailed off to the room where her kid went, "I can promise cheap, but this baby needs all whole bath on oils."

Leon nodded his head. "Yeah, it's one of my favorites."

She looked back at him, a certain similar twinkle was in her eyes, "Oh, curious, you have more?" Leon felt his heart freeze for a second, "Yeah," Leon muttered softly, "My friend, Claire made me like motorcycles." Leon knew it. He knows she recognizes him, but she making herself like she doesn't remember. Before he could comment her child came back with the gloves, she put them on and got on top of truck, she sat on the edges of the truck and moved the bike around.

"So, how much will it cost me?" Leon asked her.

"By the way you treated her, I want to say 100k, but," She jumped off, "You are lucky I have spare pieces everywhere in this shop. The engine, the clutch, the starting gear- everything got broken one way or another." She took off her gloves for a second, "So, it'll be 20 something. The bike looks from this year so it's pieces might be a little expensive or further on."

Leon nodded his head, "Y-yeah, okay."

Her kid and she got on top of the truck and carefully unloaded it to the ground. Leon swallowed, seeing her get dirty was something he never expected from her. Leon helped her down this time, her hands grabbed his arms to assure a safe fall. "It'll take a while to patch her up." She said. Leon smiled, "You do remember me." He whispered.

She rolled her eyes, "You..." She fell into his trap. Trusting his hands on her body would be a red flag to anyone, but for her... it was normal. Seventeen years without seeing each yet, his touch was normal... still normal. "I hate you, Leon Scott Kennedy." She pushed his hands off her waist. Leon tsked his tongue, "I know you do." He can't even deny it. Yet there was a nice feeling. That sense of comfort he never apparently lost.

She gave him her back, "I'll finish the motorcycle as soon as I can." She muttered softly. Leon felt his body hurt, this feeling was always so familiar. The bittersweet feeling of appreciation. Leon stepped forward without thinking, "I'm sorry." He muttered softly. She gave him the finger.

Leon clenched his jaw. "Are you married?" Leon muttered again in his low voice. "I'm sorry for touching you-"

"I'm not married, and my status shouldn't matter to you." She snapped back. Leon nodded his head. He used to not super care if married women threw themselves at him, but hearing those words made a huge pillow to the fall. Hearing her angry was something Leon barely heard from her. But that's what happens when you just leave.

Her son kept an eye on Leon now.

"Is the kid mine?" He whispered softly.

All he was met with was a witch's laugh, you couldn't stop laughing at his utter audacity. "Y, you think I would just have your child and not tell you?" You turned around, you couldn't even see him in this exact second, but it was your job now tying you to him. You could reject fixing his motorcycle. Though, that will make you weak. He left and you are still crying over the past.

"When I heard about what happened in Raccoon City, I thought you died," You licked your lips, the nerves were shaking every detail of your mind, "Not even a letter, a phone call, a fax." Your hands went towards your face and gently rubbed the veins that were slowly popping. "I waited for two years. You know, like a fucking idiot."

The shop was silent. Everyone couldn't look at each other and... once again your dumb feelings got in the way.

"Then, I find out you saved the president's daughter. That was the only damn news I got from you and it was thanks for the government." You turned around angrily. Finally, those tears began to form under your eyes, it was frustrating seeing that idiot with a smile. You only knew Raccoon City got infected, you knew they bombed it and after nothing. Maybe you were selfish. But... didn't you have that right?

Those feelings. Those damn feelings.

"What was the reason's name?" You asked softly.

Leon blinked.

"Name?"

"What was the person who stole your heart? Made you forget about the people you knew in college? The people in our town?"

Leon swallowed. Would you even understand what he went through? Seeing those mountains of dead bodies forming because he accidentally helped Ada? He wanted to help people so badly that he had forgotten the life he once lived. He was a hockey player who lived with his grandmother until she died when he was nineteen. Yet... was he even that guy anymore?

Apparently, the only person who knew him from the past was you. Only you.

"If I tell you, you won't believe me." Leon sighed, his blue eyes met yours, and a sad smile appeared in his lips. "A little girl named Sherry." He crossed his arms against his chest.

"Yeah, was that an excuse to never call for the last couple of years?" You retorted back. "Leon, you didn't leave for a couple of days or weeks. You were gone for six years until I knew you were alive and another couple of more years happened. You left for seventeen years."

All those years passed, yet Leon couldn't stop looking at you. He nearly forgot your details. Even if you are angry with him, he is happy to remember your face and your voice.

"Sorry." Apparently, that made you angry. You didn't mean to, but sometimes you didn't know how much you dealt with him.

-

You refused many times to see him as you fixed his bike, and Leon was trying to fix what he broke. He wanted to ask about your child, who just played with his phone and sometimes helps.

He wanted to ask about your old marriage.

Leon just sat down beside your son, "So, your mom-"

"Not talking to you." The kid immediately said. Leon nodded his head, "About your mom or about everything?" Leon asked politely.

"Everything."

Great. This kid is stubborn. Leon began to tap his thighs, he can try to ease up the kid and get what he wanted. What do kids think is cool? Gun? Zombies? That was Leon's life in a nutshell. "Alright, I'll tell you about me." He sighed softly. "I'm Leon Scott Kennedy. I was born in 1977, my parents died in a car crash, and I was raised by my grandma." Wow, he truly barely spoke about his past until now.

"I met your mom in high school, but I properly knew her when I went to her work." He could easily now remember how you asked for orders, and Leon mumbled a shy, "Milkshake."

"She... she wasn't my first love, but she slowly turned into my first." Leon sighed softly. He smiled. He couldn't get rid of those feelings, but that sad feeling came into his mind. She was his first love, and he nearly forgot about her.

"When I went to Raccoon City, I thought about your mom. She thinks I didn't, but I did." He muttered softly. He leaned back to the chair, "But once you see your first death, it's not even a normal death," Leon chuckled bitterly, "A zombie eating a person up. Zombies are trying to desperately kill you." He clenched his jaw as he thought about his shitty life.

"I know I should've called. I should've called her and told her I was fine, but I wanted to be a hero so badly. I volunteered to be one of their guys to be trained..." He closed his eyes. He could've just gone home. Gone back to your arms and forget, but it was too late to defend himself.

"I had a girlfriend - Ada, when I was in that life." Leon muttered softly, "I was desperately trying to search your mom in her." Poor Ada. Having to deal with his dumb issues, he caused himself.

"I got angry at her for not being her. I remember when she betrayed me, I was shocked because I knew your mother would never." He rubbed gently his wrist.

The kid turned to see Leon. It's as if Leon could feel the judgment of the kid, "I don't know what to say." The boy turned off his phone.

Leon nodded his head, "Your mom is allowed to hate me." He whispered softly, "I fell in love with another woman that wasn't her yet I begged her to be... her." Leon rubbed his mouth firmly. He wanted to shut the hell up. He didn't want this kid to actually have a valid reason to hate him.

"Don't be like me, kid." Leon muttered softly.

"Wasn't planning on it."

He heard footsteps and saw a guy with silver hair, "Um, hi." Leon crossed his legs. The kid groaned. Before Leon could wonder why your kid would groan at him, the kid muttered the word, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

What? This is the guy you married?

"Don't give me that look, it's the weekend, it's time for you to be with your dad."

Your son stood up. "I'll tell mom-" Before your son could mutter another word, you were already near the door. "Yeah," You forced a smile, "Don't worry about me, kiddo. Just go with dad. You have fun with him." You kissed your son's cheek. The son stood up straight and went outside with his father. Leon and you were only in your shop.

He sighed and you groaned.

"I didn't say anything." Leon defended himself. You turned to see him, "I know, I know your little mind is trying to figure out my life." You turned away from Leon and looked as your child left with his father. Your hands fumbled nervously to your pants' pockets, "The bike is almost done." You whispered softly.

Leon swallowed weakly, "T-that's good."

A small pregnant pause made the two think your life's. Thinking it through in all those picky details that you once not thought about. You are happy with your life, yet you wondered what would've happened if Leon stayed. Leon wasn't happy, but he accepted those details. He thought about him probably being the divorced husband. It was a bitter thought. You deserved a person who would stay with you. Not an unstable guy who was a functional alcoholic until now.

Leon stood up silently and looked at you.

You saw him.

"I'm sorry for leaving." He whispered softly.

"For fuck's sake," You laughed bitterly feeling all those same emotions, "I doubt you missed me, but I missed you." Leon's hands cupped your face, he didn't mind the oils or anything anymore. Sure, his ex girlfriend is still hot, but she looked so beautiful right now.

"I wished I did miss you, but I know I would've been worse." Leon muttered softly. He couldn't even imagine him living his life. He already hated his shitty life and remembering he failed you. But... he still did fail you.

Leon's eyes soften, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He leaned to finish the gap and kissed you. The kiss felt desperate from the two of you. You held him tightly as his lips moved against yours, very politely put his tongue between you two. You slowly pulled away from the kiss; the small feeling of feeling pathetic grew. So many years away from each other, yet his hands belong in your hips.

"I'm dirty." You whispered softly.

His heart clenched. He felt so stupid loving you even more with that simple mutter. "A date." Leon held your hands with his. "I need a date with you. Just you and me."

You couldn't help but laugh a bit.

Was it bad that nothing really changed between you two?

-

The date was in your house. You doubt this date will grow into a relationship, and it would be foolish if it did. Leon was still wearing a normal jacket and shirt underneath it. You prepared food and you two ate. He asked about your child, you answered, but you couldn't ask him about his life outside of you. He didn't want to make you know.

You washed the dirty dishes as Leon looked at you.

What if...

A married couple just enjoying time with each other, holding and appreciating each other. Leon sighed softly, "I love you." He whispered softly. "Thanks." You laughed softly. Your hands felt nervous, trembling a bit as they grabbed the rag to dry up the dishes. You had a question and you hoped he'll answer it.

"Who is Ada?"

Leon's breathing stopped, "Ada?" You heard his conversation with your kid. Your eyes fell down, "Was she important?"

He didn't like the next words coming to his mouth, "Yes, she was." Leon won't lie about that. Ada was the most normal thing in his life. Ada was more in his life than you ever were. You temporarily closed your eyes and felt the small buzzing feeling in your heart.

"I was truly stupid one, huh? Waiting for you." You turned to see Leon.

Leon looked down at his lap. He didn't know how to comfort you, and it felt like a horrible task.

The last time he saw you came into his mind.

You were kissing him repeatedly, and less than twenty-four hours, Ada Wong kissed him, and he couldn't say anything. It wasn't his fault for failing you there. But what came after... it was his fault.

"I fucked up." Leon forced himself to look at you, "I know I did, but you having your child. Having a life without me," Leon stood up, "Don't regret that." In the end, he got what he deserved. Then, for a moment, the idea of you being in Raccoon City, you dying... He would've hated himself even more.

Leon caressed your face again, "Please, I don't want you to regret your life."

"I just hate you." You mumbled pathetically.

"Then, hate me."

Leon and you looked at each other for a while. Before you can say anything else, Leon dropped to his knees and unbuttoned your jeans. "Hate me." His hands rubbed gently your thighs, the softness of your body remained, and he loved it. Being between your thighs was his heaven. He always thought of that. His tongue licked them a bit, and he gently opened your legs open and looked up at you.

Your breath was shakey for a bit before he licked your pussy. His breath and a bit of his teeth was felt, you shivered weakly, but he made the feelings grow a bit more. His hands traced your butt and went underneath your underwear to hold you tightly. His tongue slowly began to lick your folds, gently flicking his tongue in your opening.

"Leon-" Your voice was a different tone of pathetic.

Leon felt himself growing. Your taste... God, your taste... Leon looked up at you again and grasped your butt harsher.

He sucked a bit on your clit. He needed you so badly. You were his first love. You were his first everything.

His hands slowly pulled down your panties. He wanted to avoid crude language in a way. He wanted this to be romantic. He licked a line in your opening. His tongue flirted with your opening until the tip of his tongue was inside of you. You gasped weakly, "Leon..."

Your arousal made Leon grab you harsher. Holding you tightly as his tongue flicked in and out of you. Sucking your pussy and feeling safe again. Your legs almost failed you, and he grabbed you. His tongue moved a bit, sucking and licking your pussy. A small growl escaped his lip, licking your cunt was his only goal right now. You gasped weakly. You couldn't speak properly, but all Leon did was shoved himself deeper.

Your hands grabbed his hair, "Le- Leon." You gasped.

He looked at you, "I love you." Leon muttered softly before kissing you gently. He stood up and held you. "I love you." He kissed your cheek gently. Your eyes closed tightly, feeling exposed, "Can we go to my room?" You asked. Leon nodded his head, he lifted you up in ease. You kicked down your jeans and panties, you needed to remember to pick those up later. Leon walked upstairs, his eyes were focused on you and on his destination.

Slowly and gently placed you on the bed, Leon smiled at the view, "Always beautiful." He muttered softly.

Your head turned away, your cheeks were feeling that flushing sensation. All your blood was on your face with those simple words.

Leon grinned. His fingers quickly unbuttoned his jeans. His hands rubbed his cock, "Do, do you have a condom?" Leon asked softly. You shook your head, you haven't had a one night stand for so long that you didn't have the things ready.

He pouted, "Guess we are doing the college route." The quick fuck and the slip it out.

Leon slid down his boxers, his hands grabbed his cock, "I got better with the pull out." He promised you.

"Sure." You couldn't help but chuckle.

He pressed the tip of his cock on your folds. Leon bit on his lower lip and rubbed his pre cum around your clit. You whined, "L-Leon..." Leon growled softly, "Missed my pretty girl." His cock moved around your folds until he pressed it against your clit. The pre cum was spilling pathetically, Leon's free hand grabbed your hip that kept twitching.

Begging.

Slowly, the tip of his cock opened you up. Your hole was ready for him, he pushed himself deep and deep. Slow and gentle for you.

It had been a while since you slept with someone. Your hands patted your bed and grabbed your covers, "Fuck." Even your voice was pathetic. A pathetic whine that made Leon growl, he pushed his hips until all of him was in you. Your warmth made him want to cum. "I love you." Leon whispered softly.

He began to move, his hips moved away and in; Leon leaned close to you and gasped his air into your lips. His hands caressed your thighs and forced them a bit more open, Leon wanted you.

Leon was never meant to be a rough lover. His stupid life made his mind think everything was cruel, but your whines made him want him to nicer. Leon's eyes met yours. His hips moved faster. Those small facial reactions, your eyes wanting to close and the way your nose twitched a bit.

His hands gently folded your legs against your stomach.

Those small sexual noises were small plops. His hand grabbed your face and caressed your cheeks and neck. He was gone for so long and...

"Why- why are you crying?" You asked.

Leon didn't even notice it. He smiled, "I, I d-don't know." His hand traveled down your hips and caressed your stomach. The new and old details of your skin just made him miss you despite having you close.

Your hands caressed his cheeks and pulled him close. Those gentle kisses were he can melt and turn into nothing. His thrusts turned faster now, he sucked your bottom lip and pulled away. "I need you." Leon muttered weakly. His hands grabbed your hips and thrusted faster. You grabbed the back of his head, "I need you too." You agreed with his words.

Was it lust? Was it the painful feeling of being separated away?

This felt odd. Even the sex you once shared with each other never felt this desperate.

He wasn't going to pull out. His empty promise showed more as he growled weakly, "I have to..." Leon looked at you again and kissed you. His tongue entered your mouth, he licked evert detail... begging. Needing.

Leon groaned and finally came. You hissed softly as you finished as well. He didn't know what else to do but hug you. He didn't want to leave anymore.

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Firing Range

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 10

As the weeks go by, you and Leon get closer.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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Weeks went by, quick as the slash of a knife. Leon learned to think of each day as a step by step - get through each task, each lesson, then worry about the next. He didn’t give himself a chance to pause, or let the fatigue set in. Not if he could help it. What had him out of breath once, now he could weather with greater and greater ease. He could feel the change in his body; muscles hardening, his reflexes improving. His legs would carry him further, and his aim was steadier. He could feel himself being honed into something sharper, and there was some grim satisfaction in that. Even so, he preferred to focus on the other changes those weeks brought. 

Changes like the way you, on an unremarkable day, had set your tray down beside his at lunch, and didn’t look bothered when he did the same the following day. Or the way the conversations the two of you shared had slowly been growing longer. Many of those conversations were about the present - ways to improve, not just with knives, but with many aspects of STRATCOM training. Sometimes you would discuss music. Movies. Other interests. Leon clung to every piece of information you would give him, wanting to know more about you. 

And, of course, some conversations were about the past. Those ones were more painful, but no less important to Leon. 

“Is it alright,” he’d begun one night, a few days after your initial talk, “if I ask you about what happened that night?” 

You hadn’t looked too thrilled, but you didn’t look surprised, either. “You can ask,” you said, “but I may not answer.” 

“You said you weren’t in Raccoon City when you saw bioweapons. Where were you?” 

You’d blinked, braced yourself. “On base in Finland.” 

“Was it the same night you got hurt?” 

“Yes.”

“But . . . you were stabbed, weren’t you? With a knife?” 

“I was.” 

“But it wasn’t a bioweapon?” 

“No.”

“So then how did it happen?”

 You frowned, and whatever your reasons, Leon knew not to press further after you answered: “Pass.”  

A few days later, you had a question for him. 

“Do you know how the outbreak started in Raccoon City?” 

He’d been told not to speak on the matter. Why, he couldn’t say. Still, when it came to you, Leon decided that you deserved to know.

“Umbrella. The pharmaceutical company. They were experimenting with viral weaponry underneath the city.” Thinking of what he’d seen made Leon tense. Grip his knife tighter. 

“Umbrella.” You’d looked a little distant as you heard the words. “So, they . . . what, infected everyone up top?” 

“Not intentionally, I think. It was an accident.” And then he told you what he’d seen of the camera footage - the doctor, the armed men sent after him, and the broken vials of the viruses. “Rats found the vials. I think they spread it.” 

“And the men that went after the doctor. Do you know who they were working for?” 

“No, I’m not sure. He knew they were coming, though.” 

You’d hummed, thinking. “And you found all this on security camera footage? From inside the Umbrella labs?” 

“Yeah.”

“What the hell were you doing down there?” 

“I was looking for a sample of the virus. I . . .” he’d paused, choking on the memory of a woman in a red dress pressing her lips to his, and then holding a gun to his heart. “I thought it would help bring Umbrella down.” 

“Did you get it?” 

“. . . Pass.” 

You respected the end of the conversation just as much as Leon did, and just like that, the two of you had a system. An easy way out. A way to jump ship, to stop either of you from being lost in the memories. 

He told you the abstract. Zombies. Umbrella. The city being lost. 

He kept other things closer to his chest. Marvin, the glimpse into the life that could have been. Claire, the girl he’d come to respect more than almost anyone else. Sherry, the child who he’d given up his freedom for. Ada, the woman who he’d lost, not that he’d ever really had her to begin with. You didn’t need to know about them, and he didn’t need to know everyone you’d lost, either.

It felt good to have someone who understood. Someone who had been through that same hell. You didn’t pity him or what he’d been through, and what questions you asked weren’t an interrogation. Even if he wished that neither of you had been through what you’d been through, or seen what you’d seen, he was glad to have you - for company, and for help. The latter became all the more true when Krauser announced that Leon’s squad would be going through assessments. 

“Already?” you asked, when Leon mentioned it over lunch. “He’s moving fast.” 

“What’s he ‘assessing’? He wasn’t very clear,” Leon said, glad for the conversation taking his mind off the tasteless food he shoveled into his mouth. 

“Everything,” you said before taking a sip of water. 

“Everything.” Leon huffed. “Everything ‘soldier’ or everything ‘they’re going to make me retake the SAT?” 

You deadpanned in the way you usually would, raising a brow and almost - almost - letting the side of your mouth curl up into a smirk. “Fitness, marksmanship, combat. Everything he’s taught you so far . . .” you paused, considering something, “. . . and maybe some things he hasn’t.” 

“That is . . . not a whole lot more helpful.” 

“Well, giving away everything would defeat the point of the test.” 

“Right. So, if we pass, then what?” 

“Then you move to the next phase of training.” You took another sip. Your eyes didn’t break from his own. “Same as my unit.” 

The idea shouldn’t have made him as excited as it did. Advanced training meant more pain. More demanding exercises. More blood and bruises. It also meant that he would be one step closer to being ready. It meant that he would be able to manage whatever came his way. It meant, perhaps, that he would be in like company more often than just mealtimes and personal hours. That shouldn’t have mattered as much as it did. 

“So, maybe we branch out,” you offered, interrupting his thoughts as you rested your arms against the table. “Focus on more than just knives.” 

And that was how Leon found himself at the firing range that evening, holding a handgun instead of a knife. He might have hated how natural it felt to him, a few months ago. Now, it was a welcome relief. There was even some twisted excitement to it, because he’d agreed to this not only for the practice. You were at his side, holding your own gun like you’d been born with one in your hand. Part of him wouldn’t have been surprised if that were really the case. 

The two of you had headphones on, though something told Leon that both of you had long since begun to damage your hearing with the sound of gunfire. Still, any words would be muffled, so you didn’t speak. You just tilted your head towards the targets downrange. 

That was all the signal Leon needed. 

Live rounds. STRATCOM wanted the best from their recruits and didn’t mind fronting the money for the munitions. It meant that an officer stood on duty by the door, there to observe. Neither of you paid him much mind. 

There were twelve rounds in the magazine of his gun. Twelve times, as he pointed the gun forward, he squeezed the trigger. Twelve little ringing sounds as the shells fell to the floor. 

When those twelve rounds were fired, Leon felt a little swell of pride in him as he looked through twelve holes punched through the target. Not quite dead center on all of them, but damned close. 

He couldn’t help but look over at you, grinning like a bandit because, at last, he got to prove that he was good at something. If he was being honest with himself, that was part of why he’d agreed to this. He knew that you didn’t think less of him for his skill level in anything - you had never given him anything but respect. Still, it felt good to be able to show you that he wasn’t some helpless rookie. Not in every aspect, at least. 

It made the impressed look you gave him all the better. “Not bad,” Leon read your lips before you turned towards your own target, your eyes narrowing as you took aim. You were fast, firing with a practiced precision. Quick and efficient, the same way you fought. Leon watched as you tore through the target, his eyes switching between the range and the steady iron of your arms. 

When it was done, you stepped back, setting your pistol down and taking your headphones off. “Not so bad yourself,” Leon gestured down range. You’d shot about the same as he had, from the look of things, and he wouldn't have expected anything less.

“Years of practice,” you said, matter-of-factly. “You’ve got a natural talent, looks like. Or beginner’s luck.” 

“What? Don’t think I’ve had ‘years of practice’ too?” 

“Not with the military, you haven’t.” 

“That obvious?” 

“No soldiers I know have that haircut.” 

Leon, for all he had been through, all the times you’d handed his ass to him, felt himself go a little red at the comment. It must have been obvious, because you looked entirely too pleased with yourself. The grin you let slip made it worth it, he supposed. “You’ve been holding on to that one for a while now, haven’t you?” 

“Since day one,” you nodded, shifting your weight onto one leg and grabbing at the headphones around your neck. 

“Well, it’s not beginner’s luck,” Leon insisted, “I did have some training. I was going to be a cop.” 

“Of course, you were,” you shook your head, not at all surprised. “But what do you mean ‘going to be’?” 

He wasn’t sure if that night was getting easier to talk about, exactly, but Leon found the answer escaping him quickly all the same. “I really only got one day in.” 

“Ah,” you nodded, understanding as you always did. So much of what the two of you had shared about that night were the monstrosities. The why and how. Not so much what life was like before. 

“What about you?” he asked, eager to switch the subject off of his only day on the job. “How long have you been serving?” 

Before you answered, your eyes flitted off to the side like you were doing the math in your mind. “Four . . . almost five years, now.” 

Leon let out a little huff of air, his eyebrows rising. “Did you join right out of high school?” You had to have - if he was guessing your age correctly. 

“Yep,” you nodded, your answer short and stiff. 

He wondered if he’d interpreted it correctly for only a moment before he asked another question. “Never thought of doing anything else?” He almost couldn’t picture it - you working some normal job in a city, spending hours a day at a desk or rushing between tables. You seemed so natural in this life . . . but he knew better than anyone that not everyone who was here had chosen to live this way. 

You paused, eyebrows drawn together as you thought. “I thought about it,” you finally admitted, and the resignation in your voice gave Leon pause. “Not sure what I would have done, to be honest.” 

“What made you join?” 

He expected the answer he got before you even opened your mouth. “Pass.” 

Another missing piece, but if it wasn’t one you wanted him to have, then he could do without. 

“Well,” Leon breathed, “you’re a damn good soldier. Whatever your reasons.” 

You looked up at him then, something flickering behind your eyes. “That wouldn’t be flattery, would it?” Your voice was low. Why was it so low? So the officer at the door wouldn’t hear? That had to be it. 

“Not flattery,” Leon shook his head, speaking earnestly. “Just fact.” 

You huffed, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “Alright, pretty boy-” you said it and Leon might have choked because he never - never - thought to hear those words from you, “-less talking, more shooting.” 

It wasn’t the first time he’d been called that here. He’d heard Valeria and some of the others refer to him that way - even Krauser, on a rare occasion. Always mocking, when it came to the Major. Hearing it from you . . . it shouldn’t have thrown him for a loop, but here he was, reeling like you’d knocked him in the back of the head. 

The last time he’d felt like that-

He wouldn’t let himself think of it. Not when he knew where that spiral of thoughts would lead him. Instead, he moved back to the firing range, about to slide the headphones back over his ears when your voice stopped him. 

“Tell you what,” you grinned, “we’ll keep score tonight. Whoever wins gets the knife tomorrow.” 

And whoever lost . . . “Fighting full out?” he asked, glad of the distraction - both from Ada’s memory and from the effect your words had on him. 

“Full out,” you nodded.

“. . . I don’t think I’d do very well against you unarmed,” Leon admitted, because he knew damn well that it was the truth. 

“Well,” you shrugged, pulling your headphones back on and glancing over at him with a smirk, “then I guess you’d better shoot straight.” 

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A/N: Leon is down so bad and who could blame him?