#leon kennedy angsty

[andieperrie18]

champagne problems

A/n: I'm a horrible writer, I know. I just deleted the original one again cause its far from the plot that I had intended. I'm really sorry. I just love hurting myself with my own writing. I don't dislike Ada, I just needed plot and basically vent the pain I put myself though while reading some angsty Leon fics. But here it is chapter one, the official chapter one of i don't know how many. Pray for me guys. Please bear with my english and grammar, I'm no English proficiency professor. For now feel my pain.

Warnings: Angst, Confrontation, Hurt no Comfort, just pain I guess, I don't know if its really angsty

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (post re 6)

Series: that vacation you're looking for

Y/n could only watch her fiance run through chaos and debris just to get to the woman red. The woman she's been competing with ever since she first found out her with Leon, even though she shouldn't. But when you're significant, others aren't really doing a great job of reassuring their fiance for their constant interaction with the woman in red. It didn't help that Y/n and Leon were partners therefore encounters with Ada were prone to happen at a few missions. 

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Y/n's fingertips glide deeply over her forehead, her lips releasing a rather long sigh as if she's carrying a rather heavy weight over her back. It didn't help that the skies decided to darken outside the coffee shop as she nervously waited for him. Her hands join together until her fingers begin fiddling, the cold metal band on her ring finger pulling her back to awareness as to why she is sitting in an almost empty coffee shop. The ring felt cold on her skin despite it being in that same finger for a long while now. Seeing it reminded her of that scene back in Lanshiang a few weeks ago.

Y/n did her best to not let the radiating chemistry and playful banter between the two get to her. Because as far as she know, Leon's marrying her, he had promised his future with her and hers alone that he has tied the knot for almost few years of working together since their first mission to save the president's daughter from the cult of Los Illuminados in Spain.

And yet, there she was, a crowd in the commotion that precedes. Leon leaping into action as he cradles Ada close to him as the mutated Simmons sends a barrage of debris towards them. She guessed Leon was so caught up with the chaos that he didn't notice his comm pick up his exchange with Ada.

"Ada? Can you hear me?"

"Don't let it end like this…"

"If you're Ada, you can pull through this… we both can…"

Y/n could have retaliated then and there. But she just heaved one big puff of air and released it slowly. Her eyes fall and soften as she listens to Leon. His tone was soft, sweet and loose.

It wasn't like he didn't speak to her that way when they are together and intimate. But the way he was bare and unguarded with her hammered larger cracks in Y/n hear. The patches that she had placed on those openings, the distrusts, all tore open like a poorly stitched wound. This scene is tearing every little band aid, tape, and thread that held the large pieces of her heart together.

As if it was a shattered piece of mirror, bare hands keeping each piece together. Like every bit of her remaining hope for him was clutching each piece together like a broken embrace.  

"Hey babe…"

Y/n barely heard his voice, it was only when he placed a nuzzled kiss on the side of her head that broke her from her heartbreaking trip down memory lane.

"Sorry, I got caught up with Hunnigan, did the wedding planner need something?" He asked as he took his seat on the chair across her, but like before she only stared at him.

"Hey…" Leon called, his tone soften in worry as his veiny and calloused hands took her smaller yet rough ones in his, his fingers gliding over the ring on her finger. She still didn't answer him, it raised an alarm in him, maybe it was the mission a few weeks ago. It might have taken a bit of a toll on her.

"Y/n, I'm here. Do you need something? Let take you home, let's talk–"

"I'm tired," she finally replied.

He sighed and smiled small, "I guess muscles are still sore. Come on, let me take you–" he shifts of his chair.

"I'm tired of you Lee…"

A cold chill ran through his hand that's holding hers as he looked dead set on her. Confused and hurt. 

But her eyes were blank. Devoid of the usual spark it usually has when she's with him. When did it lose it?

"What do you mean–"

Her hands slipped away from his as he slumped back in his chair in distaste at the sudden confession. Was she seeing someone other than him? Did she find someone else? 

"I'm tired of fighting for you," she continues, gaze dead set on his troubled one.

But Leon wasn't dumbfounded for too long as he finally put the pieces together. This reaction might have something to do with the mission in Lanshiang and the encounter with Ada. He gave out an annoyed sigh leaned forward on the table across from her.

"Look, Y/n, you know how Ada means to me but you don't need to overthink about her. I'm marrying y–"

"I saw you. I heard you." She went on, yet her voice cracks in every syllable that Leon picked up immediately. His fiance was breaking apart in front of him. It was only at that moment that he finally took in her state.

Dark bags under eyes, lips slightly chapped, skin pale, her that was tied in a loose ponytail nearly looked neat. She was as gray as the darkening sky outside the cafe.

"Y/n, I–"

Leon paused as Y/n finally moved in her seat, leaning forward against the table. Her gaze went to the metal band on her hand, staring at it. The male across from her wished that what he was thinking she was gonna was not what was actually going to happen. But her other hand's finger pinched the ring and began to twist and turn it off her.

Leon's hand went to stop her but she had already had it off and took his hand. Y/n opened his palm, and placed the ring inside. The cold metal almost felt prickly on his rough and calloused hands.

"I think this ring isn't for me at all," she whispered, yet loud enough for him. Leon was too stunned to speak as he could only stare at her. Like his world just crumbled down as he felt the metal on his palm. But he was pulled back from the trance when he felt Y/n familiar warm palm on his cheek, thumb rubbing his rough stubble.

"I didn't mean to go this way but… Leon I'm falling apart… everything is just too much and I don't feel like myself anymore," like a dam, tears spilled her eyes, Y/n tried not to break into an all out sob.

"I'm sorry Leon, I'm sorry," she continued before leaving her seat

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Y/n ended up in a random train ride to who knows where it will go to. She just needed to be in a place where she could cry and guilt trip herself. She will be reminded of Leon's back on her as he faced her empty seat across from him, hands fiddling with the silver band that was once on her fingers. That scene will forever be etched to her mind as she buries her face in her hands.

Leon was still at the cafe. Still fiddling over the silver band as his mind went over how much Y/n apologized over and over to him as she shakingly handed the ring back to his hand after telling him that they can't be together. But what hurt was that he knew that she was not the only one at fault. He knows it. He ran away again. Instead of assuring her that it was not all her. It was his action that led to his fiance's distrust and anxiety. But he didn't say anything as she broke down before him, he was clouded by the anger of her decision.

Y/n curled in her seat breaking into quiet sobs. She cried and cried and yet somehow the weight that rested on her shoulder a few hours ago slowly fluttered away.

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She'll patch up the tapestry that I shread

#leon kennedy re6 #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy angsty #angsty #hurt no comfort #folklore and evermore album inspired #ada wong #leon kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x Reader x Ada Wong

[ovaryacted]

I know you have a lot of asks so you don’t need to write anything for this but I wanna give Leon some good aftercare.

Like?? Imagine giving this man the best orgasm he’s ever had. He’s overstimulated, cum too many times and his brain is just not working afterward. He’s fizzled out and so vulnerable

Imagine taking him to a nice warm bath where you wash his skin and hair. He’s out of it, still feeling the aftershocks of ecstasy. Maybe he looks at you with half open eyes feeling nothing but goodness and love for once in his life.

You make him feel so wanted when you give him aftercare. Like? Touch his face, kiss his skin and tell him you love him.

He practically MELTS under your care.

I’m willing to bet he even gets somewhat emotional about it. After he’s bathed and dried off, if you let him lay his head on your chest, he might cry a little bit.

I mean, you are doing this because you love him. You’re not just taking something from him and leaving. You’re staying right there to make sure he’s ok. That he knows he’s loved.

It’s just a pretty picture, you know?

-angsty anon

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Ah yes, the classic Leon Kennedy x overstimulation combination, one of my favorites. I always love the aftercare aspect of things, just being able to take care of him and make him feel loved and safe. I love that shit because it is what he deserves. For the record, I imagined RE4R Leon while writing this, don't ask me why, but that boy deserves a nice hug okay.

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Leon's body is limp on the bed, completely drained both literally and figuratively. His mind had turned to static, damn near wheezing against the mattress as his heart still felt like it was beating out of his chest. You gave him a run for his money, fucking him until he couldn't fuck back and his soft cock twitched against his pelvis.

You hovered over him and caressed his cheek gently, offering him a soft smile as he caught his breath.

"You okay?", you whispered to him, hearing him hum and making you chuckle. You tried your best to read him when he was like this, so deep in the haziness of his mind that he needed a little help coming back to reality.

"Do you want me to run you a bath?", you asked him, getting a shake of his head in response. "What about staying here for a while? Would that work?", and that got you a nod, so you gave him what he wanted.

You didn't hesitate when his tired arms wrapped around your waist, bringing his face to nuzzle into your chest. As he brought himself as close as he could to your body, you ran your fingers through his blonde hair, pushing it back and scratching his scalp. Sometimes he needs the extra time to cool down before anything else, and you'd happily grant it to him.

His breathing evened out after a couple of minutes, your nails gently scratching his neck and shoulders, running lines up his spine and making him hum in delight. He'll open his eyes after a while, placing a soft kiss on your neck and you took that as a signal that he was a bit more coherent.

"You doing alright baby?", your voice was just as soft as your touches, Leon sighing against you and slowly blinking like a cat.

"Mhm. Can we take that bath now?", he asked, so gently one would think he was a child, but the tone of his voice only made you smile.

"Yeah, come on", as carefully as you could, you'd bring him in towards the bathroom, filling up the tub as Leon stood closely nearby. He doesn't take his hands off you and doesn't venture off too far, affectionately grazing your hips and thighs like a needy puppy.

It's not long before you both sink into the bath together, calming lavender and chamomile filling his senses and wrapping him up in comforting warmth. You sat on top of his lap, rinsing his body off and running some water over his head, caressing his face as if he were a porcelain doll.

Leon's mind is empty, just your presence alone doing wonders to soothe his hyperactive nervous system. You leave soft kisses over his face, on his forehead and eyelids, followed by his cheeks before going to the tip of his nose and his lips. He lets you do it, his eyes closed as he enjoys the much needed attention.

You're so gentle with him, treating him with a certain kindness he hasn't experienced in a long time, probably ever until he met you. For some reason his breath hitches and gets caught in his throat, his chest starting to tighten and before he realizes it he's crying. One would think he was upset or hurt, but what he really feels is gratitude, thankful that another human being wasn't treating him like an object meant to be used and discarded.

You don't flinch away. You don't leave. You simply wipe away his tears and remind him of the truth.

You're safe now.

It's okay. I'm right here.

I love you. So much...

It's things like this that make Leon wonder how he managed to find someone willing to ease his burdens, to remind him of the humanity he thought he had lost years ago. He doesn't say anything until he's back in bed with you, his skin moisturized from when you rubbed your lotion and body oil all over him and dressed him in some baggy clothes.

You find yourselves back in your previous positions, legs entangled in the sheets and his head resting against your chest. He's already half asleep after everything, and as he answers the call to slumber, you catch the mumble that slips out between his lips as his eyes close.

"I love you too"

#ovaryacted asks #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #₊˚⊹ ♡ ─ angsty anon

[navstuffs]

hi dear! how you doing? please don't goo to crazy! could i request maybe a blurb or hc about leon and reader in a silly misunderstanding? like maybe they're friends and the whole situation gets them to confess? lol

A convenient misunderstanding

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: Leon thinks you are in love with someone else.

Author's Notes: hey anon, i am okay, how about you? you are so sweet, thank you so much! i made this angsty, silly and cute, so i hope you like it!

requests are open for leon, carlos, poly leon/carlos! | my leon's masterlist

You and Leon have been friends for a couple of years. It felt longer since Leon knew you better than anyone: your favorite flavor of ice cream, the temperature of your shower (not too hot, not too cold), the favorite episode of your comedy tv show, the playlist on his phone that has your name, with songs chosen by you. He cares about all the little things that matter to you because Leon likes to see you happy.

So, of course, you tell yourself you can't fall in love with him because you can't lose a friend like that, but the heart does what it wants, and in a couple of months, you realize you are doomed. Hard.

You keep those feelings bottled up for the good of your relationship, but it gets too much. So much so that Friday night, when Leon arrives at your house to watch the ridiculous-comedy-bad movie night, he finds you miserable by the sofa.

"Hey, what is wrong?"

You sniffle before you answer, opening your arms and searching for his warmth. Leon's hands immediately pull you to him, his eyes staring at you, worried. Leon looks like he is about to kill whatever made you upset.

"I think I like someone I shouldn't, Leon."

The weight of your admission heavily weighs on Leon's chest, and you can feel him freezing. His voice sounds low and almost fearful when he answers.

"Must be a lucky guy. Do I know him?"

"Yeah, you do."

Leon lets go of you, a sad smile on his face, and gently taps your chin. You really, really want to tell him, but you can't. Leon also doesn't pressure, bringing you close to him and kissing the top of your head.

Because Leon Kennedy knows exactly who that man is. His and your best friend, Luis Serra. Leon couldn't blame you: Luis always made you laugh the hardest, and Leon saw the happiness of being around him in your eyes. Leon had no hopes it was him, for more than he desired from the bottom of his heart.

"You should tell him," Leon whispers, his heart breaking a million pieces. You sigh, nodding, holding into his shirt.

So the next time Leon meets you is at a small friend gathering; the first thing Leon notices is you and Luis talking, separated from the others. He tries to be happy for you, and he indeed does, but when Luis pulls you into a hug, Leon can't bear to watch it anymore, so he leaves to the front of the house, ignoring Claire's calls for his name.

No one comes looking for him for a while, and Leon stays alone watching the stars. Soon, he hears footsteps behind him, and you join him, a drink in your hands and an adorable smile on your face. You look happy. Leon looks to the stars again, ignoring the pain in his heart but, at the same time, trying to be content for you.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Claire told me to come get you. She said you left without saying anything."

"Needed some air," Leon answers straight. You are surprised by his harsh tone but don't argue. You two stay in silence for a bit until you speak again.

"Remember our conversation last Friday? About the guy I liked?"

Badum. Badum. No, please, Leon thinks, a pain deep inside his chest that he feels spreading in his soul. He really doesn't want to hear about you and Luis now, but he doesn't want to break your heart.

"I saw. Congratulations," Leon answers, crossing his arms to hide his shaky hands.

"What?"

"You and Luis. I saw. Congratulations. I am happy you confessed." Leon tried again, and you looked confused.

"Me and Luis? What are you talking about, Leon?"

"I saw you hugging him at the party?" Leon tries again, glancing at you. You still look confused, holding the cup tightly in your hands. He sighs, "Look, I am sorry, but I don't really want to hear it. I am glad you and Luis are together now, but it would be just too much for me."

"Me and Luis aren't together? What are you talking about? Nothing is going on between me and Luis!" You try to argue. Leon keeps talking over you, too absorbed and letting his feelings out, and you two end up talking over each other.

"—but, I can't, I can't see you two together. I am sorry, this is so cowardly on my part, and this is stupid, but I love you, okay? So there."

"Luis and I aren't together because the man I love is you!"

Silence. You and Leon stop, asking at the same time again.

"Did you just—?"

"Leon, did I hear—?"

Silence again, and the realization kicks in for both of you. You look down, embarrassed, your heart pounding in your chest. Leon blushes, trying to understand where he got everything wrong.

"Wait, but you told me you were in love."

"I never said it was Luis, Leon. You assumed."

"Right."

You raise your head to find your best friend completely taken back. He notices you looking at him and attempts to smile, and you close off the distance between you two, his arms going over your body as you cup his cheeks to look at you.

"You are the one I love, Leon Kennedy. I didn't say it before because I was afraid. I didn't and don't want to lose you."

"You aren't losing me. I am yours forever now." Leon whispers, rubbing your cheek. Your whole body vibrates with happiness, and when you two finally kiss, there is a sudden cheering behind you.

You and Leon separate, startled, his arms surrounding you protectively. It is your group friends, most noticeably Luis in the front, the one clapping the loudest and cheering, "Finally!" You hide your face in Leon's shoulder.

"They are never letting go of this, right?"

"Never." Leon doesn't care one bit. As long as he has you in his arms, he will be fine.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #im happy how this turned out #i hope anon doesn't mind angsty <3 #ask #asks #request #requests

[narcissarina]

Distanceજ⁀➴

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.

“Leon?” chat sent.

No messages, it was just delivered. Maybe he's busy.

—Chat sent a minute ago—

“Hey, love. It's me again, I wrote you a letter today and I plan on piling them up so when we finally closed the distance, I could give them to you!” chat sent.

Still no replies, your messages were on delivered but you are positive that he's in a mission. He did tell you beforehand, yet you insist on spamming his dm because it gives you comfort.

Looking back, still no reply. A mission does take a week or a month to finish but you couldn't help but worry and feel a little insecure without his assurance.

You were going to send him another message, “Hey Leon...” your finger froze and continue, “I miss you already, text me back okay?”

Chat sent

—Chat sent an hour ago—

Going hom to an empty house, to an empty phone and empty inbox—no response. It made you overthink, insecure and feel a painful ache in your chest, but writing your feelings down and saying your day to his dm does help, right?

“It's me again, everything just hurts, my love:(” chat sent

“Hey baby! I wrote 5 pages of letter for you, will pack a box for the things I write for you♡”

“Had a rough day from work, wish you were here nor we could call. I miss you so fucking much...”

“I wanna recall many memories with you, Leon. And yet, I couldn't recall the last time we kissed:(”

“baby, are you still there?”

“I miss you, sorry if I'm annoying.”

—Chats were sent 3 days ago—

Coming home from work as usual, leaving you extra tired, depressed and sad. Eyes were puffy from all the crying last night, still no messages from him. Must be hard for two souls bound to be in love with a distance between them.

“Baby, my heart aches, but I want you to know that I'm still longing for you, please be safe.” chat sent

You lump down on your bed, hot liquids starts to form at the back of your eyes as you cry out again. It was a tiring long day and Leon would be the first one hearing your whines and complains you tell about.

But you can't.

And you fell asleep, face down to your pillow and the plush (that looks like him) that he got for you on your side, as you suddenly awoke from your sleep. Phone vibrating as you choke a sob out, throat dry and eyes puffy.

You check your notifications, it was Leon.

Holding back your cries as you read his messages.

“Hey, princess. Sorry for responding so late. I appreciate you spamming my inbox, it made my day to see you speak about your day:)”

“don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm here now, now what kind of stories will you be sharing hm?”

“I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you okay? I miss you too, baby. So fucking much that I'll lose my mind”

“my baby's very pretty and mine only, don't want your pretty little head be filled with those thoughts. I'm here and you can talk it out with me, what your feeling right now is completely valid:) I love you.”

“You're not annoying. I love you.”

Crying to his messages, no matter how late he is—you are glad that he is well and still the same man you fallen in love with, you read his text as he constantly assures you and replies to every messages you sent to him. Small things matter.

One message did caught you off guard, it was just sent two seconds ago: “open your door, baby. I'm here.”

You didn't believe that, he must be tired from being an agent but you try to humor him and went to your door—although you do feel a bit nervous, when was the last time you two saw each other? Six years ago, that's for sure.

Your door slowly creaks as you open it, eyes wide open and tears spilled out from your eyes as he was standing before you—bouquet of flowers in hand with your favorite chocolate and a big teddy bear beside him, “suprise, happy anniversary.” he spoke in a tired tone and lean down to kiss you and give you his gifts.

You cried, being a sobbing mess you were already are—you place his gifts nearby and jump into his arms, feeling his warmth and skin to yours.

He got inside your apartment, it was a mess and Leon lie down in your bed and you on top of him, refusing to let go. “My baby koala.” He chuckles and kisses your temple, you kept muttering your i love yous to him and spilling tears to his shirt.

“You can stop crying now.” he mutter, sitting up with you in his hand as he felt you clench your hands to his shirt—refusing to let go, you shake your head in response as you stick yourself like a glue to him.

He chuckles and let you have your way, staying like that for a few hours as he finally spoke, “I have a proposal.” he pauses, watching you twitch as your reaction, you hum to him and nuzzle closer.

“Let's live together from now on.”

#I'm feeling kinda angsty #I cried for three hours straight 🧍‍♂️ #I love to cry when I'm bored #love hurting my feelings fr #happy ending with angsty reader omg #so me #leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon x reader #resident evil leon #leon s kennedy x you #re4 leon #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut #re4r leon

[shinegguk]

„She was the light, the light that lit me up to the fullest. Until that light burned out and left me in nothing but darkness.“

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x AFAB!reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, unspecified wound, character death, foul language, hurt/no comfort (if I forgot anything please let me know)

( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )

„No, no!“, he was breathing heavily at this point, almost turning insane. He had his hand under her head, the other hand pressing down on the heavily bleeding wound on her stomach.

He was losing his light, something he feared to lose so soon. Too soon.

Tears were rolling down his face, precious diamonds shining in the moonlight. He was shaking, his hand covered in her blood as he tried to get the bleeding to stop. Or at least to slow it down.

„I-its okay, Leon..“, her voice came out cracked, weakness lingering in it. Her eyes were half closed, she tried her hardest to not fall asleep just yet. It was too soon to leave.

„Fuck no it is not!“, he glared at her. He was not accepting the fact that he will lose his girlfriend, the woman he wants to marry. Wanted to marry.

She weakly lifted her hand, wiping his falling diamonds from his cheeks and cupping it after. If she could show him how much he means to her, she would. There is no doubt in that.

She bites her lip as the pain in her lower stomach increases and she knows, it’s over soon.

„Please, promise me something..“, she whispered and her eyes teared up.

He gulped hard, somehow finding it hard to look into her eyes.

„Please.. be happy, even if I am looking from above. I will always be by your side, guiding you through the darkness..“, she breathed out.

And as the first raindrop in months landed on his hand, her hand slipped of his cheek onto the ground.

The last breath escaped her mouth and her eyes closed forever.

The rain started to pour heavily and thats when he lost it.

His lip started trembling, his body started shaking and his body lets out the sound of pain, sadness and anger in once. He screamed, so loud his throat started to hurt. The diamonds were rolling uncontrollably down his cheeks.

Her lifeless body in his arms, the light turned out.

There is nothing more but darkness.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #angsty #first post #resident evil #fanfic #x reader #afab reader

[bloodyvioletzz]

Pink In The Night

Aeon (Ada x Leon) Smut and Angst Modern AU

“Am I gonna see you again?” Leon asked, sitting up in bed. Ada was just getting up, her naked body shining in the moonlight. She was pulling on one of Leon’s shirts.. it was big on her but she didn’t mind. Neither did Leon. He loved seeing Ada wearing his clothes.

She looked at him blankly. “Leon.”

“Ada,” he replied.

She walked over to him and gave him a passionate kiss, slipping her tongue in between his slightly parted lips. Leon held her face gently, wanting more and groaning as she pulled away.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

All Ada did was smirk and shrug as she grabbed her things and left.

The next day Leon was at the bar, per usual. Drinking away his sorrows. He just wanted to forget everything. Racoon city, especially. Where he met her, where he kissed her, where he saved her, and where he lost her. He hated to think about her.. but it was the only thing he had left. Ashley would come and check on Leon occasionally, which was nice but not nearly enough.

“Another, please..” Leon’s words started to slur together as he slowly got drunker and drunker. He mumbled a ‘thank you’ as the bartender gave him another shot of tequila. He downed it quickly as wiped his mouth.

An hour or two passed and he was one of the only people left in the bar. Still drinking, still sad, still lonely.

“We’re closing up soon,” the bartender said as she washed a glass.

Leon sighed, “I’ll be out soon..” his cheeks were a rosy red and eyes hooded.

He heard someone enter the bar, and heels clicking.

“Leon,” a familiar voice said. Leon whipped his head around and his eyes lit up as he saw her. The same woman he’d been trying to forget about. The same woman he yearned for.

“Ada..” he mumbled.

She smiled to the bartender. “A friend,” she stated and the bartender nodded. She took Leon by the arm. “You’re drunk on a Tuesday.”

“It’s not Tuesday..” Leon stumbled a little as Ada helped him up.

Ada frowned. “It is.” She took him to her car, an expensive one. Of course her job allowed her to get it. Her job was her top priority… which she disliked but there wasn’t anything she could to about it. Even if it meant leaving Leon wishing for more.

As Ada drived to his apartment, Leon sneaked looks at her. Admiring her beauty, he noticed every single detail in her face. How her lips were glossy. He knew she recently applied that cherry lipgloss that drove him crazy. He inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of her rich perfume. It was stuck in his sheets. Secretly he loved it.

Ada helped him out the car, he clung to her like a lost child. She unlocked his apartment and poured him a glass of water. “Sit down on the couch, Leon,” she ordered. He obeyed, of course. He always does what he’s told. Especially if it’s Ada giving him orders. Being drunk didn’t help his case whatsoever..

Leon finished the glass of water and Ada went to leave, her hand grazing the doorknob. Leon quickly got up and grabbed her arm. “Stay,” he whispered desperately. “Please.”

Ada’s breath hitched at his cold touch. Her hand left the doorknob and turned to Leon, touching his face instead. She moved hair out of his face. Oh, how she loved his hair. It was her favorite part of him, besides his eyes.

Leon leaned into her touch. “I hate when you leave,” he started getting emotional. Alcohol really does have an effect on him. Especially when Ada was there, touching him like this. “I want you. I want all of you. I don’t- I don’t care about your job, Ada. I love you. I will always love you. I have always loved you. Everytime you left, everytime you stayed. I just want to wake up to you here next to me. Once.”

She didn’t know how to react. She’s never heard these words from him… ever. He’s never told her he’d loved her. She nodded. “Okay.”

Leon smiled brightly. “Okay.”

Ada pulled him into a gentle, soft kiss. Leon returned it just as soft. Ada led him into his bedroom, the scent of him satisfying her. She loved it. She craved it.

Leon pulled away to admire Ada for a split second, before kissing her cheek, trailing kisses down her neck. She gasped softly as he left small hickeys on her neck that she always had to cover at work by wearing turtlenecks.

Her hands reached his hair as she breathed heavily. Leon groaned at she pulled it.

Leon’s hands went straight to her waist. Pulling her closer and feeling every inch of her body burning against his.

“Leon,” Ada whispered. Leon hummed. He knew what she wanted, he wanted the exact same.

He finished leaving love bites on her neck and picked her up, looking into her eyes as he put her on the bed. He crawled on top of her, leaning down and kissing her as his hand reached down to the bottom of her dress. He lifted it up slowly, Ada shivered at the feeling of it dragging against her skin.

He grazed his fingers against the inside of her thigh, reaching her panties. He pulled them aside, touching her clit. With two fingers, he lazily drew circles. Ada signed into his mouth, holding his face and deepening their kiss.

Leon went further down. He pulled away from the kiss and put a finger inside of her, watching her mouth fall open and gasp. He looked at her in a way he could never look at anyone else. She was ethereal. She was beautiful, being pleasured. He loved soft sex like this because he could appreciate all of Ada.

She moaned quietly as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her. One shortly turned into two, and Ada was begging for more. Leon obliged, wanting to give her everything. That’s all he’s ever wanted.

He slid her underwear off of her elegeant legs. He kissed her thigh as her panties slid past them.

Ada brought Leon’s face back up and kissed him lovingly. She sat up and turned around, letting Leon unzip her dress. Leon pressed wet kissed on her shoulders as he unzipped his own pants. Ada turned back to face him and lifted his shirt up, taking all of his body in. Her hands traced scars on his chest and stomach, then leaned in to kiss them. She loved to kiss his scars, to remind him he healed. That she could heal him. And she did just that, by simply being here. Treating Leon as he should be treated. The only problem was that she left before he could heal her.

Leon backed up against the bed frame as Ada took his boxers off. He sighed as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, pumping him slowly. She spread the precum leaking from his tip with her thumb. Leon’s head fell back.

Once Ada was done, she straddled Leon. She made sure to see his face as she grabbed his dick and aligned it up with her opening. They moaned in unison and she took him all inside her. Leon wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Ada put her head on his shoulder, then started to move. She moaned each time she went back down, loving the feeling of him inside of her. Leon’s breath became shaky as she picked up her speed. His hands went to her thighs, lifting them ever so slightly to make things easier for her.

Ada lifted her head up to see Leon’s expression. It was a fucking sight. A sight she loved dearly. To see that he felt just as good as she did… she loved it. She began rocking forward a little bit, causing Leon to moan. She always tried to get him to be vocal with her, for it turned her on even more.

As Ada clenched down onto him, he began matching her rythm, thrusting up into her. Leon studied her face while her head tilted back, moaning loudly. He could’ve sworn he was fucking a goddess. That’s how he saw her, that’s how he always saw her.

“Leon,” Ada gasped.

“Ada..”

“Leon I..” she said inbetween moans and gasps, “I love you. I always have.”

This pushed Leon even further His thrusts became erratic and he went faster. He got sloppier as he grew closer and closer to release. He knew Ada was too, for the way she moaned and clenched down on him.

She moaned his name as she came, and Leon rode out her orgasm, causing her to stop moving her hips. Leon thrusted into her relentlessly, chasing his own orgasm. Quickly, he pulled out and his cum shot out and onto his stomach. They both sat there for a second, catching their breath. Ada collapsed onto him, smearing his cum onto her chest. Leon ran his fingers through her hair.

Gently, he lifted Ada off of him and layed her down. He got up to grab a towel. He cleaned himself up then Ada. She smiled as she felt the towel press against her skin, she cupped his cheek as he cleaned her. He smiled back at her.

Once he was done, he climbed in bed next to her, laying his head on her chest as she held him tightly. There was a comfortable silence as she played with his hair.

Leon was the one to speak up first.

“I want to go further with you. I don’t just want to be your… your pawn. I want to be yours. Just yours. Your boyfriend.”

Ada giggled, “You can be my boyfriend, Leon. I’m all yours. I’ve always been yours.” She kissed the top of of his head.

A sigh of relief left Leon as he nuzzled into her chest. “I love you, Ada.”

“I love you, Leon.”

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Do You Still Love Me?

Do You Still Love Me? 

A cozy little cabin is where you find a typewriter and relief. 

(Part I) (Part III) 

Main character relations: Leon Kennedy x reader 

Word Count: 4k (a little over) 

More suffocating angst. Hurt with no real comfort. 

A/N: Y’all twisted my arm and I have lost sleep over this. It is very hard to go to work with only four hours of sleep. Regardless though, thank you for your praise on ‘Do You Still Love Him?’ My heart reaches out to all of you and I hope you enjoy! <3 Also this was all completely uploaded on my phone so please forgive my errors!! @xpipixd @ovrparty @azznina @dargoww

Leon's legs were growing increasingly heavy as he ran. The ground was reduced to a thick mud that tried to adhere his feet to it. 

“Leon! Cabin!” You yelled right on his tail as you pointed to the shabby nearly dry rotted small log cabin. Both of you nearly out of ammo and at your wits end as a group of zombie cultists weren’t too far behind you. 

“Right!” That final bubble of adrenal bursting sends a chill wave through his blood stream as he pushes onward. His side makes rough contact with a surprisingly sturdy door, forcing it open. “Quick!” He nearly chokes on the word as he ushers you in. Fear starts to settle as it works its way up his throat. 

As you make your way into the cabin you make a beeline to the window adjacent to the door. Searching for something to put in front of it. He slams the door shut and you muster all the strength you have to push a disregarded book shelf in front of it. You glance around the room and see a dresser towards the center of the room, “Leon, block the door with that!” Your words come out quick, and stiff, and a little bitchy; but they make him move. 

With your task complete you see a disregarded table with a typewriter on it and go to pull it off while beginning to catch your breath. Your head starts to feel fuzzy as you gasp for breath. You weren’t a full time field agent and it is becoming more present with each passing second why you weren’t. This shit terrified you and stuck to your core like black tar. 

“Give me that.” He pulled you away from your train of thought as he took the heavy and oddly shaped typewriter from your hands. You couldn’t form a word of protest as much as you wanted too. You just put your attention back on the table as you flipped it up and pushed against the only other visible window in the one room cabin. You moved over to start grabbing the chairs to put against the table as reinforcements; but Leon just raised a hand telling you not to make any more movements. He easily picked them up and did what you set out to do. 

Once he was done he just stared at them, his back to you. Now that he was done running, now that he was somewhere hidden, now that you were out of the direct path of harm's deathly clutches; rage finally began to settle in his system. His blood boiling as his hands clenched into fist and his shoulders began to shake with an unbridled rage. “What are you doing here?” He asked slowly, his tone cold and unforgiving. 

“Helping.” A one word answer that didn’t satisfy him or yourself. Truth be told you were frightened to say more; in all the years that you have known Leon you have never seen him this enraged. You have never felt this heat of anger off of him until now. 

He couldn’t help but laugh, “Helping?” He turned to you, “I didn’t want your help. I said no.” He started to approach you, the sound of his heavy footsteps imprinting themselves in your mind. “I gave that husband of yours one job. One.” He raised a finger before his hand found his side again. 

“Do not blame Bill for any of this.” You were quick to Bill’s defense as heat blossomed from your chest. His anger made its way to you as your body stiffened, “You needed the help back there, Kennedy. Don’t act like you didn’t.” 

He shut his eyes as his lips pinched into a thin line. You knew the effects of calling him by his last name did to him. He took in a deep breath before opening his eyes and as they trapped yours he sighed, “How did you get here?” 

“Same way you did. I drove. Ingrid gave-.”

“Hunnigan got you in on this too? Jesus H. Christ.” He was in a sense of disbelief. He thought when he gave Ingrid the out and the coordinates to your cabin that you both would be out of this until it was clear. Hindsight is 20/20 though and he never knew better. 

“Yes, she is. We all are!”

“We?”

“We. Me, Ingrid, and a couple of trusted colleagues.” You admitted, knowing how it sounded. 

“A couple? I got the one trusted colleague.” 

“Don’t start. I have it under control.” You broke eye contact with him, feeling immensely guilty. “Ingrid trusts them and so do I. We need as many hands as we can get right now.” You were right and he knew it, he just had a hard time coming to terms with no matter how he looked at this he couldn’t get it done with just the best of the best. 

“And none of them were field agents? None of them could take your place?” The words fell from his lips revealing how shattered he was. The weight of exhaustion weighing heavily upon his shoulders. 

“No.” Your eyes met him again, “It was a last resort. I know I have limited experience and I know I work better from the sky, but I’m the best shot right now. It’s pathetic and I’m well aware of that fact; but if it makes you feel better I was supposed to be meeting Chris. Not you.” He raised an eyebrow, “Ingrid assumed you went with Claire to the west and sent Chris north. I guess we should’ve known better, you field agents never put the right tracking equipment on.” You chuckled trying to lighten the mood and it worked a little bit as you caught a glimpse of a small smile. You knew he was mad and you knew that the last thing he wanted to deal with was you. Painting yourself a burden on his shoulders, making him have to deal with you again. 

“(Y/N)?” Ingrid’s voice broke up, but still cut through your ear piece. 

“Ingrid.” You said, forcing the cheap equipment further into your ear. “I’m here. Ingrid?” 

“Got ya.” Ingrid said as the quality cleared, “It’s been three hours.” 

“I know. Ran into a speed bump that thickened our plot.” You said looking at the military grade watch on your wrist. “From the looks of it the DSO decided they weren’t completely against bioweapons.” 

“I guess it doesn’t surprise me. Have you met up with Chris?” You studied Leon’s face hesitating on what was the best answer here. Tell her the truth and in the process telling Bill the truth as well, or keeping your mouth shut. You looked away from Leon and to the barricaded door. 

“Yes. I’m with Chris now bunkered down in some abandoned cabin. Any luck reaching Claire?” Your free arm wrapped around your waist as you bit your lip. The guilt of your white lie is already upsetting your stomach. Leon wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t. He knows better. 

“Unfortunately, no.” She sighed as her fingers worked on a bubble gum pink mini HP. “I’m doing the best with what I’ve got. But, there is good news on the horizon, our culprit is closer than we think. I believe if you and Chris keep moving you’ll meet them before they dock and get the jump on them before they know what hits them.”

“Do we have any time to spare? Chris is a little worse for wear and I would rather go into this with him on better terms.” Leon bit his tongue, you could not be worried about him right now. 

Ingrid raised a brow at your question and hesitantly said, “Safe to assume ten hours, nine to be on the safe side.” 

“Good, that’ll give us enough time to see if we can reach Claire on the same shitty equipment we have.” 

“Agreed. If you could catch them and get them to turn around and meet you there it would put you ahead of schedule.” Neither you or Ingrid could fight the little victorious smile on your faces. You nearly forgot how good you were at this.

“Alright, I’m going silent. I’ll catch you when I get us through or when we hit the road. Out.” “Talk to you then. Out.” You took the ear piece out of your ear as you turned to Leon, your smile now grown. 

“We’ve got time and a damn good chance of a good ending.” The hopeful optimism brought the color back to your face and made his chest swell as he returned your smile. Lord knows he needed to smile and needed a break. “So here’s what we are going to do; you are going to give me your earpiece and I am going to try and get Claire or Chris on the other end while you take that bed and rest.” You said gesturing to the twin sized bed in the far right corner of the room.

“Rest? You can’t-.” 

“I am. This place is boarded up and we will be better off in the long run if you are charged up a bit.” He rolled his eyes as his hands found his hips, while you walked up to him. “I’m not saying you have to fall asleep, but just take a moment. You have the time, use it.” You begged him as you went and carefully took his ear piece out of his ear, “I’ll keep watch.” 

He sighed, “Fifteen minutes.” 

“Three hours, got it.” 

“One hour.” 

“Two.” 

He didn’t say another word, just turned and headed for the bed. He hit the bed lightly as a puff of dust floated off of it and into the air. He let out a short cough before going back to try and get off as much dust as he could. As he took a seat he noted a little victorious grin on your face before you sat on the floor, tucking his ear piece into your ear. 

He picked up the pillow wanting to say something but lacking the words. He was everywhere at the moment. He was still utterly pissed that you were here, he was still full of fear from barely being able to escape the horde of undead soldiers, he was still so mad at himself for getting you involved; but yet he was over the moon with joy that he could talk to you, be in same room as you, smile with you. It was selfish and cruel to crave you so. 

As he grabbed the pillow he shook it, trying his best to make it look clean enough to convince himself it was clean enough to rest on. Setting it back down he laid down, the bed creaking as he did so. He once again took a deep breath in and out, focusing on the various aches he felt all over. His eyes closed as he tried to settle into the mattress. It didn’t work as he opened them and turned his head to look at you. 

“Claire? Chris? Redfields, do you copy?” 

“I’ve tried a million times.” He confessed, he hasn’t tried since stepping foot in this cabin. 

“I’ll try a million and one.” He let out a short laugh. “Rest.” You pressed him again. 

“Can’t.” Leon said just to get under your skin. 

“You haven’t tried.” You turned your body just enough to send him a short glare. “I have work to do.” You said, turning back to face the window while you fidgeted with the smart device in your hand. Leon just smirked as he shut his eyes again, trying to rest for your sake.

He laid there with his legs crossed at his ankles and his hands folded and resting on his stomach for a good fifteen minutes. Switching between listening to you call out for the Redfield siblings and your fidgeting on the floor as you tried to get comfortable. As he went to sit up he was stopped by the sound of a low hum starting to come from you. For a minute he was scared that you had eyes in the back of your head that knew his next move; but then your hum continued into a melody. A sweet soft melody that he could swear he’s heard everyday for the countless days that he’s spent away from you. A song that was constantly stuck in the back of his head that he would hum or sing along too just to comfort himself when the bottle didn’t do the trick or he had reached the end of it. For the first time in days he truly relaxed against the ancient mattress that he laid on. His eyes remained shut, his breathing slowed, and he fell asleep. Dreaming that the sound was closer, that you were closer. 

You’ve been rotating between sitting on the floor and standing for two hours while Leon snored softly. A soft smile plastered to your face, he still made you feel like this. You should hate him and part of you does, but the majority of you feels differently. He broke your heart so bad that you never thought you would get over it, and you haven’t. You just moved forward. What were you supposed to do? He had proven to you that you weren’t enough. That you could give it all up and you still couldn’t deliver. Maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe it was always destined to be this way, but whatever it was it hurt. It penetrated your heart and twisted itself-infecting itself in you - and it nearly consumed you. Yet, you still felt bad for screaming at him until your throat was too dry to speak another word. 

“Chris? Claire? Please.” You sighed, “Redfield.” You pushed the ear piece further into your ear while you were greeted to the sound of static. “Dammit.” Your arms flying out from you in frustration. You looked over to Leon who was still asleep, thankful for not waking him. 

You wondered if he slept enough. It was always something he was terrible at doing. He constantly pushes himself to the edge and beyond and you remember having to beg him to come to bed. To you it was a lot of begging, to him he caved rather easily. Looking for an excuse to have you wrapped up in his arms, his embrace warm and comforting. He made you feel safe, he always has. 

You and Leon meddled together so perfectly and effortlessly that it made you question every thought that you had ever had about love before meeting him. That maybe the general population was on to something when it came to the craziest four letter word that meant the world to everyone. 

That’s when the question crossed your mind again. For the first time since your wedding night you wondered, did you feel that way about Bill? You bit your lip and started to pace back and forth. You shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, you told yourself you wouldn’t ever think about it again. You felt a blanket of shame cover you as you pushed the ear piece back further into your ear. 

“Claire Redfield, do you copy?” You asked, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“Hello?” It was quiet and you barely heard it, but it was there. It was Claire. You quickly readjusted the frequency on your smart device and tried again. 

“Claire Redfield, do you copy?”

Silence. 

“I copy.” You opted for a sigh of relief over a squeal of joy.

“It’s (Y/N). How well can you hear me? Over.”

“(Y/N)! Boy am I glad to hear from you!” Claire rejoiced loudly as she looked over to her brother. He smiled before looking back to the road and blowing out a cloud of smoke. 

“You won’t be when I tell you to turn around.” You laughed, trying to keep a sense of humor. 

“What? Why?”

“Hunnigan has informed me that their location has changed. They’ll be docking at Port Sutton in less than thirteen hours. If my GPS is right you should be able to make it in four hours, just beating Leon and I there by fifteen minutes.” 

“You’re with Leon?” Claire asked, stumbling over the words. Leon mentioned the encounter to the two of them briefly. It was enough for them to know it was intense and left Leon in a mixture of anger and depression. 

“Yeah, I was supposed to be with your brother. But let’s not worry about it right now. I’ll have to teach you guys how to read at a later date.” Your teasing was met with a sarcastic laugh. “I’ll send you the exact coordinates and hopefully you’ll receive them if the connection stays strong enough.” You were quick to send them the information and crossed your fingers hoping that it got to them. 

“Got it. We’ll see you there. Out.” 

“I will see you there. Out.” You switched channels quickly and then called for Ingrid. 

“Here.” She confirmed her presence as her eyes served as windows for her brain to absorb the information she was reading. 

“I got into contact with Claire and sent out the information they needed. It took me long enough though.” 

“Good. That cabin is still holding up?” She asked.

“Luckily.” 

“How’s Chris?” 

“Good.” Your stomach tightened, “He’s good. Sleeping.”

“When will you both start moving?” 

“A few hours. He needs this more than you know.” Ingrid picked up on the high pitch in your tone, confirming her suspicions. “How’s Sydney?”

“Bill just put her to bed.” 

“How’s Bill?” 

“Good. He’s worried, but I keep assuring him you’re fine. You’re with Chris.” She put heavy emphasis on Chris’s name, telling you that she knew you were with Leon. She knew you were lying.

“Right.” A frown tugged deeper into the corners of your mouth. You yawned and lightly scratched your scalp, “Alright, I’m going to go. I will contact you when we hit the ground running. Out.” You didn’t let Ingrid confirm her leave as you took the ear piece out of your ear. Unable to take her chastising right now. She knew you were weak. 

You grew increasingly frustrated with yourself as you went and fixed one of the chairs to where you could sit comfortably. 

A mix of emotions pooling in your stomach as you sat there. Anxiety, disgust, and confusion mixed with bile as it worked its way up your throat; your stomach full of guilt for being relieved that you found Leon instead of Chris. 

You loved Bill. You really really loved Bill. You loved your daughter more than anything even though you weren’t tied to her by blood. You loved the life you had grown into. Yet, there was still something missing. Something that kept you below the waves, kept you cold, kept you quiet. With an exhausted sigh the palms of your hands found your face. 

“Fuck.” You mumbled as you sniffed, trying not to cry. You’ve cried too much and you don't want to cry anymore. Bringing your knees to your chest you realized how cold you were. Your joints ache and your fingers burnt as you wrap them around your legs. You squeezed the rough fabric of your pants as you took in a sharp breath. Unoccupied hands allowed your thoughts to settle. “Fuck.” You mumble again, biting your lip. 

Just as the damn was about to break you heard Leon groan, causing you to shoot up. Your feet hit the floor as you were quick to his bedside. You looked at him cautiously as his face scrunched in discomfort. As it relaxed the effect of time making itself present on his face. He has aged right along with you- and in your opinion time was kinder to him than you. You both were still so young, yet you felt like you looked closer to your eighties than your thirties. You went to brush some of his hair out of his eye but stopped halfway there. Your hand lingering, too afraid to take the leap forward. 

Leon grunted before letting out a whimper that you knew was pain. Your hand found his shoulder unable to watch the mental effects of his nightmare on his face. 

“Leon.” You shook him lightly, “Leon, wake up.” Your tone is gentle but still as firm as you could make it. “Le-.”

You were cut short as his hand found your wrist in a tight grip as his eyes shot open, his body ready to fight. In the milliseconds that it took for him to realize the situation and the look of fear on your face caused his grip to lighten. “You’re okay, just a nightmare.” You cooed. Not fearful of him, fearful for him. Leon started to breath as he subconsciously let go of your wrist and sandwiched his fingers between yours holding your hand. You tethered him to Earth as he avoided your eye contact. 

“You’re freezing.” He pointed out to you as his eyes remained glued to the wooden floor. He squeezed your hand slightly and you returned the gesture. The lack of your wedding band nearly caused him to forget his place. 

“I know. This place isn’t exactly heated.” You smiled trying to joke with him. Trying to give him a sign to trust you. “Do you want to talk about it?” Leon shut his eyes and shook his head. He didn’t want to imagine your lifeless body again. 

“How long have I been asleep?” 

“About two and half hours.” The confession comes out slow, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset at you. He scoffed, shaking his head. 

“Did you get into contact with Claire or Chris?” 

“Yes. It took awhile, but I got them. I sent the coordinates to them and they should be on the right track to meet us there.” You looked at him, wanting him to look back at you. “We can start moving if you want, but we have time to spare if you’d like to just breathe. We’d be on the earlier side of things if we leave.” You gave him his options and as he weighed them your hand finally found its way to his hair. Your mind and body give to him in his time of discomfort. 

He forgets himself as he looks at you, his body heating at the gentle lingering contact with you. A familiar tingle working its way up his spine, “Breathe.” He answers and a sad little smile finds your face as the softness of his hair threads through your fingers. 

“Okay, then we breathe. No rush.” You soothed. 

“You’re freezing.” He repeated, wanting to soothe you just as you soothe him. He stood and pulled back the thin blanket as he got up, not letting go of your hand as your other hand fell from his head. “We need to get you warmed up.” 

“Leon.” You protested, having no faith in the blanket.  

“Please.” He pleaded, he did as you wanted and now it was your turn. You sighed letting go of his hand and crawling into the bed. You pulled the blanket over you still cold. 

“There.” You went to get back up but he stopped you as his hand found your shoulder. 

“Wait.” His tone telling you to stay as he went to the dresser and opened the drawers looking for something, anything to help keep you warm. The search was useless though as he just found a couple worn out old books and disregarded water damaged paper. He sighed as he got up and made his way back to you. There was nothing and as he heard the slight chatter of your teeth as a cold chill ran up your spine he was out of options. He made his way back to you as his eyes softened, “Scoot over.” You raised an eyebrow but did as he said. The bed creaked in uncertainty, unsure if the dry rot of the wood would support the both of you. Miracles happen everyday though as it remained strong and Leon pulled you into his chest. Your whole body heated as he held you firmly against him. You breathed him in and found a safe haven in his arms. You relaxed quickly against him as your arms found their way to his sides, the palms of your hands pushing him closer to you as they rested against the firmness of his back. 

“Warm.” You said against the fabric of his shirt, your eyes closing. He smiled warmly as he ran a hand up and down your back. He felt as if he was on cloud nine as he began to feel that same joy again as you rested against. Your frame fits so perfectly against him even after all this time. There was a sliver of him that feared you wouldn’t, that you had grown too accustomed to the feel of someone else. But you hadn’t, you were still made for him. 

He breathed you in as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You smelt the same, you felt the same, and it nearly made him cry. He hoped with every fiber of his being that he soothes you the way you soothe him. As your body relaxes he finds relief against you. Forgiveness nearly makes him weep as his grip on you tightness, not wanting to leave this moment. Selfishly he wants to run from this with you, he wants to truly apologize to you. He wants to make up for lost time. He wants you completely, wholly, selfishly. 

“Why?” You ask and as the question falls from your lips he realizes he’s too late. 

“I didn’t want you to change for me. I didn’t want you to marry me because you felt like you had too.” 

“You asked me and I said yes. I was ready. I was tired. I wanted you.” You buried your head into his chest as your shoulders jolted upward, muffling the sound of a hic. Warm tears piercing the fabric of his shirt. 

“I couldn’t bring myself to believe otherwise. You always spoke of never wanting a family, never wanting to settle, and I couldn’t be the one to force you into something you didn’t really want.” His heart shattered as he strung together words that only made sense to him. Tears silently and slowly falling from his own eyes. 

“I wanted you so bad. I wanted a life with you so bad that settling down felt like the only thing I had ever wanted.” Your fingers dug into his back and his heart shattered. “I loved you, I loved you, I loved you.” Your screams muffled by his chest as he was reduced to dust as he held you against him. You were so mad, “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” Your lies came out broken as you sobbed against him. His hand intertwined with your hair as he scratched your scalp lightly, trying to comfort you. He placed a firm kiss on your head as he sniffed. 

His fault, it was all his fault and there was no one to blame but himself. He could’ve had it all and saved himself so much time, if he just would’ve taken the leap of faith that his heart had told him to take. He wouldn’t be here struggling to keep the broken bits together. 

As your sobbing subsided you tried to catch your breath while still remaining glued to him. Your eyes heavy and weak as you tried to bring yourself to pry yourself away from him. 

You were successful as you sat up with regret, knowing that you will never hold Leon like that again. He refused to let you go though as he held your left hand, his thumb ghosting by your bare ring finger. Wishing that the ring he got you was there and not the imprint of the one Bill gave you. You dreamed with him while you wiped your eyes and tried to piece yourself together. You had to finish this for your daughter. You had to finish this for your husband. It was time to say goodbye, but time didn’t exist in this cabin. This broken cabin that held the only person that could make home anywhere. 

“Do you still love me?” Leon asked with baited breath. A last ditch question that could no longer remain on the tip of his tongue. He needed to know. He didn’t care if it was too late or if Bill already had you in the palm of his hand; he just needed to know if he remained in your heart the way you did in his. 

Your brows furrowed as your glassy eyes met his. Your ribs aching as your heart reached for him. A cold rush running down your spine as your shoulders relaxed and you finally admitted, “I still love you.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #romantic angst #angsty #hurt no comfort #hayley writes a bit #claire redfield #chris redfield #ingrid hunnigan #cursing #mentions of cigarette smoke #Fighting #romance #writing romance #enjoy #Keep dreaming Kennedy #I’ll be right beside you

[90sbee]

one thing you gotta know about me: if you put a tragic beefy blond dude in any sort of media i consume i will simply lose my mind btw. now i have to defend them forever and call them my babies for eternity. i am collecting these men.... conducting my research on why they own my ass like this.

#i dont talk abt steve tbh bc the mcu died when he was gone jdkdd and ENDGAME DID HIM SO DIRTY but. i love him love him love him #i adore bucky i adore sam too. #reiner is my sweet beloved and he is so so ANGSTY and i just. jesus fucking christ #i absolutely loved him from the start. the way he was so selfless and brave. #just wanted to be a good kid #sobbing #he owns my heart he does indeed #AND LEON. god #i dont even need to explain #stupid idiot. i need to die in his arms. and kiss his forehead. the silly idiot he is. #boludeces y reclamos mios(? #mine #steve rogers #reiner braun #leon kennedy

[monochrome-genesis]

𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯

#leon s kennedy #re4 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #my art #idk what else to tag #i love how angsty they made the infection scenes #he's beat up and dying and i love it

[unhealthy-leon-brainrot]

i would like to thank every single leon x reader fic writer who has written about reader being generally insecure about their self and their worth in the relationship 💐😭

(if you’ve written one, please reblog with a link to your fic!! i promise you ill read it and hype it up !!!!! i seriously love supporting the leon kennedy nation!!! 💞)

#being someone so painfully insecure about their self.. i find comfort and solace in those fics :’) #imagine thinking youre literally one of the most unattractive ppl in your community who somehow ends up with someone like LEON???? 💀 #mf could pull ANYONE he wanted but he still chose YOU???? HUHHH?? (yes im projecting SHUSH) #when reader tries to hide their insecurity from leon but it eventually bleeds out UGHHHH LOVE THAT SHIT #and when there are third parties involve that make reader jealous/envious of them….. #AND THEN LEON FINDS OUT ABOUT IT ALL AND GRADUALLY ASSURES/REASSURES YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING #HE HOLDS YOU KISSES YOU AND MAKES LOVE TO YOU AND GENERALLY SHOWS YOU HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔 #oh no not another word vomit 💀 #anyway i fucking love leon x insecure reader fics 🫶 #especially if it starts out angsty and ends up being the softest fucking thing ever bc u can just FEEL leon’s love…. SOBBING AGAIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #leon kennedy x reader #seriously thank you leon fic writers <33

[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

Yall my little brother helped me make the most slanderous Leon Kennedy playlist and it is genuinely the most atrocious thing I've listened to I'm crying

For anyone witnessing this, here:

(love a lot of these songs but with the whole playlist in Leon context its a beautifully horrendous experience.)

#i live for leon kennedy slander #but oh my god help #i like some of these songs but in context to the rest of the list it makes me feel like a really really angsty white boy in the early 2000s #WHO IS ALSO TRYING WAAY TOO HARD TO BE COOL AND MYSTERIOUS #which i guess is fitting #this is Leon's canon music taste you cant convince me otherwise #leon kennedy #character playlist #technically #oh lawd LMAO #Spotify

[ovaryacted]

AYO THE MOMMY ASKS GOT ME IN A FLUFFY MOOD!!

(Tw:pregnancy, labor & delivery)

Ok first things first. You tell him you’re expecting a lil’ baby, he 1) cries. And 2) panics because he doesn’t know if he’ll be a good father and 3) ultra panics because he deals with bioweapons, mutant causing viruses and other biological nightmares, what if that shit passes onto his kid???

Dude is WIRED for weeks until he finds out that the baby is healthy. No weird biological mutations at all. Just a baby. (Side note, kinda sad, he misses the first ultrasound photo because of a mission and probably cries)

When you start showing a baby bump, he absolutely gets thrown in love all over again. He always loves his s/o but something about seeing them round with HIS baby just flips a switch in his head.

First time he feels baby kick? He’s amazed. He’s never felt anything like it. He’ll start kissing your baby bump and probably crying. (I can imagine he cries a lot during your pregnancy. Probably more emotional than you tbh)

When you go into labor, he does a good job at pretending to be calm. He’s internally screaming, panicking and feels sick the entire time, but he doesn’t show it. He holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as much as you need. The dudes been shot, stabbed and smacked by monsters, he probably doesn’t even feel it if you crack a finger.

When he hears his babies first cries, he lets out the shakiest, sob and laugh ever. It’s a noise of relief, pent up fear, and happiness all at once. The sight of the baby getting put on your chest is permanently seared into his mind. I’m talking core memory.

And when he gets to hold his baby, another core memory is created. Seeing their lil nose. Their lil face. Hearing their lil cries. Again, he cries too.

Leon demands paternity. At least a month to be with his s/o and child. What’s the government gonna do? Fire him? He’s one of their, if not, THE best agent they got. They fire him, they’re down a fucking legend.

I’m gonna say, I feel like Leon is so….in a honeymoon phase, he completely disregards himself for you and the baby. You need to sleep and heal after giving birth, so Leon takes 100% care of the baby until you’re physically able to. The problem? He forgets to sleep at all, and damn near passes out after like, day 4.

He catches himself, so the baby ain’t hurt, but the dumbass at first goes “man….i need to sit down. Maybe get some water” but the moment he sits down he clocks the fuck out.

The baby cries and he wakes up again, but this time, it’s you holding the baby, cooing and soothing them. The sight alone makes him emotional again.

I just have a lot of feelings about dad Leon.

-angsty anon (enjoy another thesis)

AWEE YES DAD LEON THOUGHTS! I know you sent me this a little while ago but I still wanted to answer because I absolutely love thinking about Leon becoming a father and how devoted and protective he becomes. Bye, I'm going to cry.

Leon gives me the impression that he will be anxious throughout his partner's pregnancy. He'll become more overprotective if he isn't already, and the hovering habits will start to show very early on. He'll be attentive to your needs, but will almost smother you out of concern. Asking about whether or not you took your vitamins, if you slept enough, if you needed something from the store, if your cravings were satisfied.

Sometimes it does annoy you, but it's really just the influx of hormones pumping through your body. You reassure him constantly, reminding him that he's a good partner and he's doing enough, and you know his worrying is a good thing because it means he cares that much.

I also see him wanting to be nearby constantly, like a shadow, and Leon is just always there. He doesn't let you do any of the labor at home, he wants you to focus on sleeping, eating well, and being healthy. The last thing he needs is for you to be stressed out or unhappy because he knows that isn't good for the baby, and he also doesn't want to piss you off because he's been warned about how cranky a pregnancy can make someone. He does the laundry, cooks, cleans, helps you out with your nesting and always has a reassuring hand somewhere on your body, mostly on your lower back.

He's there at every appointment no matter what, he's not missing it for a second. But if it's really a hassle and he has to go on a mission, which you support and fully understand, he'll tell Hunnigan to keep a close eye on you or for a close friend to go with you during your appointment. He just wants to make sure you're not entirely alone.

Once your belly expands and his T-shirts no longer cover most of your body, Leon is all over you. There's something about seeing you so full, waddling into the kitchen and looking into the fridge for a snack that makes him smile and happy. He's also the type to always want to have a hand on your belly, even in his sleep, and likes to run his thumb over the dark line that goes all the way down your abdomen. I like having this headcanon that whenever the baby moves too much and is kind of giving you a hard time, he puts a soft hand over your stomach and gently talks to them until they calm down. Leon has this natural calming presence that is very much needed during your pregnancy, and you tease him about how your baby will be attached to him the moment they're born.

But oh the moment you go into labor? It's all hands on deck. He's been prepping for this, reading books on pregnancy and childbirth, wanting to be your rock in the process but when you tell him your water broke, his mind doesn't work. He'll be the type to say "Don't panic!" as he's panicking and you have to remind him to take the hospital bag he's prepared months in advance.

The birth itself is a harsh and grueling process, but Leon helps you see it all the way through. He does not leave that hospital room, doesn't let the nurses kick him out, and stands his ground as your advocate. You're both scared at the thought of welcoming a whole new life into this world, and he's right next to you, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement and praise in your ear.

Leon hates seeing you scared, hates seeing you hurt, but it really is all worth it the moment he hears that shriek of a baby's cry fill the room. It's the most beautiful thing he's heard, he doesn't care if the high pitch of the violent scream makes his ears hurt. For the first time in months, he feels like he can breathe again.

Seeing this bundle of joy all wrapped up in a pink blanket and pink beanie makes him cry, that new baby scent he's heard so much about before fills his nose and his chest aches from so much love. He doesn't need to verbally tell you that he's proud of you, that he's happy, that he loves you. It's written all over his face and from the way he can't seem to take his eyes off his daughter, he knows what this different kind of love feels like.

Leon Kennedy is a selfless guy, and every time he glances at his baby, he sometimes sees flashes of Sherry when she was younger or even Ashley when he went to go save her in Spain. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but that same urge to protect this life with every fiber of his being comes in full force.

He thinks he develops a new level of fear and paranoia, taking over damn near every duty that was involved in raising a child. He wants to help you recover, allowing you to get your sleep and your physical strength back as he takes care of your baby girl.

He does everything at the expense of his physical health. He can't sleep most of the time and wants to be ready for when his daughter cries at 2 am until his lack of sleep starts to beat his ass after two weeks. Sure, he's on parental leave to help you out and to bond with his child, but you often find him fast asleep in the rocking chair, neck craned at an awkward angle that will irritate him later on. You come towards him and wake him up, his body jolting awake and ready for whatever threat comes his way until he blinks and sees you.

"Is she okay?", he says groggily, dark circles around his eyes and his hair an unruly mess. It was sweet seeing how the first thing he wondered about when he woke up was his daughter.

"Yeah, she's alright, still asleep. You should go to bed baby, I can watch her", you tried to get it through to Leon that he needs to rest too, not just you and your child.

"I could use a nap", he caves, standing up with a groan and rubbing the back of his neck the way you expected him to. Despite being half asleep, he gives you a sweet kiss on the lips and walks out of the nursey. "Wake me up if you need me", he mumbles before leaving the room entirely.

You don't wake him up, not for a couple of hours at least so the migraine that's pulsing in his head wears off. Leon doesn't care if his body goes on complete shutdown, anything you both need, he'll be there ready to do whatever is necessary to make your family dynamic function.

#ovaryacted asks #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil fanfic #resident evil imagines #resident evil drabble #ovaryacted thoughts #ovaryacted drabbles #girl dad! Leon #I'm emotional #₊˚⊹ ♡ ─ angsty anon

[shinegguk]

„Your smile is so bright, its beautiful.“

Pairing: DI!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!reader

Warnings: major character death, fluff at first and very angsty/no comfort/hurt st the end, religious talk

A/n: this turned out super sad, even I shedded a few tears so : READ AT OWN RISK

( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )

The sun was shining so bright, it felt so warm on her skin. It felt blessing, to be greeted by the light of the most beautiful day in their life.

She sat by the desk, hair up in curlers as a friend of hers did her make up so decent yet so elegant and stunning. „Wow, even I am about to cry..“, Madeleine said and playfully wiped her tears away.

Y/n laughed at her best friends response. She looked in the mirror and was very impressed by the make up skills of Madeleine.

Madeleine helped her getting into the pearl-white off shoulder dress, with the perfect length that was just above the ground with high heels on. As Madeleine zipped the dress up, Y/n felt nervous.

Not in the bad way, but the excitement is making her nervous and feeling nauseous. She was about to tie to her best friend and lover for the rest of her life. She smiled as she looked in the mirror. She sure will not forget that day in any way.

As the curlers were taken out of her hair, a little hairspray to keep the curls in place and a little bit of perfume, she was ready. Ready to marry the love of her life.

A knock on the door, her father came in and was stunned to see his daughter all grown up. He was getting teary, no doubt, and his cheeks were sure hurting from all the smiling he did.

„My beautiful child..“, he coed. He spread his arms as he walked up to her, engulfing her in a loving tight hug. Y/n smiled back as she was in her fathers arms, she tried her best to keep the tears in in order to not ruin her make up.

As they broke the hug, Y/n tangled her arm in her father’s arm, took the bouquet in the other as it was time.

Time to walk down the aisle.

Father and daughter walked down the aisle as the beautiful music filled the room. All the guests rose from their seats and turned their attention to the bride and her father.

At the altar, Leon was standing beside the priest and as he saw her, he was holding it on a thin line. The tears were tickling his eyes. „Shoot shes so beautiful..“, he thought. He was smiling ear to ear.

Her father gave her a kiss on the forehead and gave her hand over to Leons. Her father gave him a smile as they were now standing hand in hand in front of the priest.

The ceremony began as the priest was speaking.

„Dear families and guests, dear bride and groom. You are not alone in this crucial hour of your life. You are surrounded by people who are close to you. At the same time you should know: God is with you. He is the God of your life and your love. He sanctifies your love and unites you in an inseparable bond of life. I ask you first to publicly declare that you are committed to this marriage. Leon Scott Kennedy, I ask you: Have you come here to, after careful consideration and of your own free will, tie the knot with your bride?“

Leon smiled at the priest before he turned to look at her: „Yes.“

„Do you want to love and respect your wife and remain faithful to her all the days of her life?“

„Yes.“

„Now I ask you, Y/n L/n. Have you come here to, after careful consideration and of your own free will, tie the knot with your groom?“

„Yes.“ she smiled through her happy tears.

„Do you want to love and respect your husband and remain faithful to him all the days of his life?“

„Yes.“

It was so beautiful. The guests were smiling, crying in joy.

The priest turned back to Leon: „Leon Scott Kennedy, I ask you :Accept your bride Y/n L/n as your wife and promise to remain faithful to her in good and bad days, in health and sickness, and to love, respect and honor her til death do you part?“

„Yes I do.“

„Y/n L/n, I ask you :Accept your groom Leon Scott Kennedy as your husband and promise to remain faithful to his in good and bad days, in health and sickness, and to love, respect and honor his til death do you part?“

„Yes, I do.“

„So you now conclude your marriage bond before God and the church by saying the word of marriage. Then put the ring of loyalty on each other.“, the priest said and the groomsmen brought the soft pillow with the rings.

Leon took the ring for her finger and spoke.

„Y/n, I accept you as my wife. I promise you loyalty in good and bad days, in health and illness, until death do us part. I want to love, respect and honor you all the days of my life.“

Leon puts the ring on her finger and says: „Wear this ring as a sign of our love and loyalty.“

As she did the same on his finger, the priest said his final words: „In the power of the authority and blessing of God given to me, I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You can now kiss the bride.“

Leon gently places his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer as they finally united their lips. The guests were cheering as the newly married couple walked down the aisle, hand in hand.

„Your smile is so bright, it’s beautiful..“, Leon whispered into her ear.

„No shit, I married the love of my life.“, Y/n smiled and pulled him in for another kiss in front of the camera, that shot the perfect picture.

…

That was two years ago.

Leon sobbed and smashed the laptop close. His eyes were burning from crying, his breathing was uneven and he was broken. The laptop was now on the floor, his face was hidden in his hands and the liquor bottles were shattered on the coffee table.

When did life get so chaotic and messy?

He took the half full bottle of liquor and took s big sip from it. Usually, the liquor would burn in his throat. But now it flowed down like water.

No reaction at all.

He leaned back into the couch and his eyes were dragged onto the wedding picture from the two. It was the day, the day you promised to be side by side through bad and good times.

But no one told him that he would lose something so precious so fast. Not in that way.

The flashbacks flashed in front of his eyes, he rubbed his eyes so hard to get the pictures out of his head. It wasn’t easy.

Her, lifeless on the street. A drunk driver took his lovers life away. A life he promised to keep safe. He failed.

„I failed you, love. I am so so sorry..“

„I will never stop loving you..“

„I can’t live like this anymore..“

He failed so bad, his mind was telling him he was the fault for her death. Everything.

Now he can’t see that beautiful smile anymore.

And it was making him break down once more.

#angsty #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #x reader #hurt/no comfort #afab reader #death island leon

[skullndaisy]

Late-night doodles of these two morons.

#haha fun fact my lap top reset and I had loads more than these three doodles #i am very upset that I lost them #but its ok i will make it work #resident evil 4 #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #re4r #re4 leon #re4 remake #re4 fanart #re4 luis #luis serra #luis serra navarro #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #serennedy #digital doodles #digital sketches #i adore their dynamic btw #again my obsession with scientists and angsty dork rises again #tw sex reference #sex tw #help lol idk what im doing

[nightwingshero]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by the always amazing @detectivelokis thank you hun!

Tagging: @simonxriley @sstewyhosseini @jinfromyarikawa @marivenah @river-ward @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @voidika @ri-a-rose @strafethesesinners @shegetsburned @poisonedtruth @madparadoxum @glowwormsmith @playstationmademe @direwombat​

There was nothing to be proud of in my line of thinking, but I loved him, loved him for longer than I ever cared to admit to myself before, and I would choose him every time.  

#we're writing angsty stuff lovelies #oc: wren blake #leon kennedy #x: my little dark age #resident evil #resident evil oc #my writing #my ocs #tag game

[macabrecake]

heya bby cake!

could I request a headcanon for being Leon's SO after re6? and having to see him go through the grief of the mission and whatnot? please and thank you <3

I put so much fluff and smut for the husband on here, I realize I hardly ever touch him with angst.

Let's fix that!

Given what he faced in not just Tall Oaks but China as well. It's understandable that Leon isn't in the best shape when he comes home to you.

First few days you'll need to be patient with him as he won't speak much. He might let you tend to some wounds on his beaten and bruised body but psyche wise he needs time. He'll be distant for awhile.

You'll be close by though, not hovering but definitely keep a watchful eye on him. Deeply concerned he may not make it through the night so to speak.

Eventually he may open up to you with bits and pieces, but again it'll still take some time.

Storms suddenly drive his anxiety up to a 10, especially if there's lightening. You're presence would definitely be a staple there, keep him grounded. Helps remind him that he's not in a graveyard and that a corpse isn't trying to rip his throat out.

Most nights he'll cry.

The President- his best friend is gone because of him. Sure he saved Helena but, he still shot Adam. Plus thousands of other lives wiped out on top of that.

Of course, Leon being who he is will put you before himself and hide that from you. He doesn't want you to worry, doesn't want you to see him in such a weak state.

Nights like those he'll sneak away to go try and collect himself in the living room so he doesn't wake you up. Which is where you'll find him later in the morning. Sometimes he manages to knock back out on the couch, or he'll still be awake when you find him. Ends up developing some deep, dark circles under his eyes for awhile due to lack of sleep.

The worst nights however- are the ones where you have to wake him up. Startled out of your own sleep by his thrashes and screams.

Those nights break your heart the most, never having heard Leon make such horrible sounds like that before, never witnessed him shake so much. Choking on his own hyperventilating gasps as he clings to you with heavy sobs. Those nights you make sure to hold him tight, even if he protests or hides his trauma and tells you he's fine- you know better.

You'll keep him close. Cradle his head to your chest so he can hear your heart beat, hear for himself that proof of life. That you are alive and talking to him. It doesn't have to be any pretty words or inspirational either.

Just talk to him.

About anything, guide him away from the situation until you know for certain that he's regained himself. Or falls back asleep on you.

It'll be rough yes, but with enough determination and patience, you can help him through this.

And Leon will love you so dearly for that. More than words can ever help him describe.

#WOO!! #I'm alive! #bout time I wrote something again! #angsty too! #I'm so sorry Leon :') #but this really helped me get going again #thank you gabby! 🥹❤️❤️❤️ #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #re6 leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #it's not much to come back with #but it's something at least