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When someone asks me what turns me on I simply show them this video.

#leon kennedy #vendetta leon kennedy #resident evil vendetta

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ashley graham <3

#ashley graham #resident evil

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knight⚔️

#ada wong #resident evil #re4 ada

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His boobs are everything to me

#leon kennedy

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#yes #resident evil #leon kennedy #resident evil leon

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It seems condor one can't keep his hands to himself👀

I can't decide which one is better so here's a with the stockings and without ✨

#leon kennedy #resident evil leon #ashley graham #leshley

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My very first 2 drawings of leon😭

#resident evil #leon kennedy

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two arts with Leon in a row... sorry I'm crazy

#leon kennedy #resident evil

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#leon kennedy #chris redfield #resident evil

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:)

#leon kennedy #resident evil

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Making you wish you were the president's daughter

#save me leon #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil leon #re4

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Somethin' Stupid ♡

( Luis Serra Navarro x GN!reader || your flirty coworker who has actual feelings for you ♡ mutual pining || office!au , mentions of smoking )

Luis sighs softly, leaning his head against his desk. He was tired, very, very tired.

Tired of the constant work, stacks of paperwork that didn't seem to end, the fact that his coworker three cubicles over talked so loud about last night's game that he couldn't concentrate on said paperwork.

The sound of keys jingling and familiar footsteps against the office floor makes him lift his head off the table slightly, he perks his head up to check if what he heard matched the image he thought of in his head.

You. You and your stupidly large amount of silly keychains from old kids show you and Luis used to watch. Only Luis could call it stupid. He knew you better than the rest of the people here at this godforsaken place. He could list all the characters hanging from your lanyard off the top of his head if you asked him to.

“Look who's back.” He comments, smiling as soon as you enter through his cubicle door. “Did you get bored or something back at yours? You keep coming back here, you know.” He says, as if he wasn't waiting for this exact moment. Luis always looked forward to seeing you. It made working at this place a lot less shitty.

You made him feel a lot of things, would he tell you that to your face? No. He'd rather die fighting the printer's ink cartridge protector than admit that he has a thing for you. More than a thing, maybe if you could read between the lines of his smile and eyes.

It was hard reading Luis's body language, his reputation around the office as a ‘ladies man’ and as the office flirt made it difficult to tell if he actually liked you or not. You hoped he did. You looked forward to these little meetups in his cubicle, too.

“Wow, you're mean,” you say, hand to your chest, pretending to be hurt by his comments. “So so mean to me, Luis. Words hurt, you know that? Can't I just drop by to say hi? Hello?” The more you talk, with that stupid dramatic tone, the more he smiles. He rolls his eyes playfully before glancing back at you again. “Why are you here, then?” He asks once you finish your little tangent about visiting him. He looks you up and down to find some sort of sign of why you were really here. Usually, you brought him a snack or some copy paper he forgot to pick up.

“To have fun,” you say back, the stupid smile on your face makes him think it's something no good. Well, in the eyes of your coworkers. Not Luis, in his eyes, you'd always be good. At least you were to him. The people here just don't have fun. All stuffy and stuck up in dress shirts and all that. “Fun?” He repeats, leaning himself up in his chair. He tilts his head slightly to the side as he looks at you. Just what were you up to? “Fun.” You repeat back, smiling still.

“What do you think? We can skip work for a couple of hours going out on a smoke break.” You suggest, though you didn't smoke. He did. Ever since he started hanging out with you, though, he's slowly realizing that he's smoking less and less.

Luis found it hard to read you as well. Always speaking, what was on your mind kept him on his toes.

He finds himself sitting next to you, like he always did on the concrete floor outside the office. He lazily holds his cigarette between his fingers, staring at you as you eat half of his lunch. He always let you have half of his lunch, saying he “packed too much” even though he damn well knew he packed enough for two people. Sharing is caring, right?

“You know, the more you spoil me like this, the more chances you are to be stuck with me.” You joke, wiping your face on a napkin. Luis chuckles softly. He couldn't tell if you knew you were flirting with him, even if he flirted back.

“Really?” He asks, tilting his head at you with a slight smirk on his face. “Then I'll do it more often. Hell, I'd even take you out to dinner if you wanted. Me and you against the man.” Luis doesn't even realize the words coming out of his mouth.

The fact that it came so naturally to him proved that he was deeply, stupidly, in love with you. He didn't even realize he was basically saying he'd take you out on a date. This was his way of confessing to you, offering to take you out to dinner.

Good food is the window to the soul, right? The way to a person's heart was through their stomach, his grandfather told him. From what he remembered, at least.

“...you'd take me out to dinner?” You say aloud, slowly processing his words. Luis's eyes widened, slightly realizing what he said. It took him a solid minute, too. He almost drops his cigarette on the floor.

Quickly, he composes himself again. Clearing his throat, he tries to play it off lightly, trying to live up to his reputation as the office flirt even though he was being genuine with you. “O-of course I would!” He says, putting his cigarette to his lips. He looks away from you, pretending to look over at the parking lot. “You're probably tired of eating Spanish omelets and tomato soup all week.” He comments, puffing cigarette smoke from his lips. “Why would I be tired of Spanish omelets and tomato soup if you made them?” You ask back softly.

“Aren't you tired of my cooking?” He asks, turning back to look at you. “No, why would I be tired of your cooking?” You reply back, leaning slightly closer to Luis. This moment makes him stare into your eyes longer than usual, now that he's this close to you he can finally read you. Your eyes, your face, everything stupid about you. He loved everything stupid about you, your obnoxious collection of keychains, the way you snorted when you laughed at his jokes, everything stupid.

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#ugghhh so sweet #so so cute #luis serra #luis serra x reader #resident evil luis

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you haven't changed, you just think you have

#woah #resident evil #leon kennedy #re4 #re2

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Put in a video a small compilation of Leon's head-tilting habit I first did this in a GIF post years ago:

#puppy #leon kennedy

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Okay so I know I talk about Leon a lot but DUDE.

HOW COULD I NOT.

LOOK AT THE MF.

I think about infinite darkness Leon so much man. Like I'll get dinner with you please give me a chance 🥺

#second fav after vendetta #leon kennedy #id leon kennedy #infinite darkness leon

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So here's an interesting thing.

This is Saddler's POV when Ashley picks up Leon's gun:

Leon isn't looking at Ashley.

He's looking right at Saddler. And that's the look of a man who's ready to kill.

It's only after the first shot is fired that Leon actually looks at Ashley, and his expression is completely different when he does.

From Ashley's POV:

This might sound weird, but this is probably the best showcase of how fundamentally changed Leon is in RE4make from RE2make. In RE2make, his focus would've been Ashley first. He would've been worried about her and scared for himself. Saddler would be an afterthought; Leon can worry about Saddler after both he and Ashley are safe.

That was probably what Krauser was referring to during training when he told Leon that he was too soft to do what's necessary. You know, before Krauser himself went nuts, and the meaning of that statement became something else entirely.

But in RE4make, Leon's first response is rage. It's violence. It's murder. His instinct isn't to save Ashley or protect himself -- it's to kill Saddler.

It's only after it hits him just how stuck he is -- after that first shot is fired -- that the worry starts -- that the regret and heartache kick in.

What Krauser taught Leon -- what he really taught Leon -- was that protecting someone is more than shielding them from harm or pulling them to safety. It's eliminating the threat around them so that they can be safe. Shields can break, and running protects no one.

So, sure, the "being held against my will" thing is the main reason why Leon turns down Ashley's offer at the end of the game -- but it's not the only reason. It's because Leon came to accept, over the course of this mission, that he's not that guy anymore. He can't stand by and be Ashley's guard. The only way he knows how to protect her is by eliminating the threat around her -- and that's not what security detail does.

But that's who Leon's become now. The ship of "serve and protect" has sailed, for him. In his own words: "You've gotta keep moving forward."

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #resident evil meta

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Unforgettable day

#leon kennedy #resident evil #re2 fanart #re2