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hades-in-bloom · 10 months
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‘Till Death Do Us Part, Pt. 1 | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
summary: Leon is late to his own wedding, albeit he seems to have a solid excuse.
could be read as a follow up to
content: assumed older Leon, assumed age gap, no mentions of y/n, a tad of angst, everything’s about Leon, the Redfield siblings stepping in, reader’s POV
author’s note: there’ll be plenty of Leon himself in the follow up, i pinky promise; as always, barely proofread, proceed at your own risk.
word count: author is capable only of drabbles, so.
thank you so much for reading, y’all
xoxo
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When the Redfields barge into your room uninvited, you immediately think of the worst.
“Where is he?” you jump out of your chair, dragging a hem of your wedding dress with you towards the siblings. Your patience is wearing thin before Chris takes a deep breath, and Claire speaks up. You can imagine these two play rock-paper-scissor behind the door on who is going to be a bearer of the bad news, although right now you are not sure who wins at the end.
“He is late,” Claire’s gaze pleads you to stay calm. She has way too much faith, though, and she definitely asks too much of you, when Leon is late to his own wedding; and as the Redfields are here, you are convinced that things are a tad more serious than your fiancé being stuck in one of New York’s terrible traffic jams.
Somehow Chris reads your mind.
“He is going to be here soon,” Redfield vows, although you don’t think that he is in a position to. Leon S. Kennedy should’ve been the only man to vow anything to you today.
“Where is he?” you ask again, this time with a specific accent at beginning of the sentence, and the more you eye both Claire and Chris with a searching glance the heavier the air. Claire gives her brother a dirty look, and only then Chris admits:
“Leon was called to work last night,” Redfield confesses. You blink once, feeling sick. This would mean that last night Leon lied to you. Chris seems to notice your thought process again. “He didn’t want to worry you. He was supposed to be quick.”
“He was supposed to be at his bachelor’s party,” you object. You can’t blame Chris for Leon’s assignment, but right now you have to blame someone. Redfield understands.
Claire makes a step forward, touching your shoulder, and then hugs you. You freeze for a second, but then hug her back, and Claire holds you tight.
There is still hope that he shows up. Sooner or later, and better late than never. Observing Leon for the past months, you are afraid of “never” being a real possibility even without his stupid job intervening. After all, he didn’t have a great track record of committed relationships, and he wasn’t himself since you’ve started talking about your engagement.
You pull away from Redfield after some time and take a deep breath, collecting yourself.
“He is worth the wait,” Claire says gently, and you show her a weak, but sincere smile in reply.
“He is,” you mumble. He is worth it indeed. This man is a walking problem, but you care about him too much to give up on him that easily. Also, he is lucky to be pretty.
So you ask the Redfield siblings for a favour, – to take care of the guests, – and you wait.
You just need him to get back to you alive. The rest is easy, no matter how hard the conversation is going to be.
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Your wedding banquet is sacrificed in an attempt to make it up to the people who showed up for the wedding that has never happened. Leon is not just late – he is too late at this point, and your faith is running thin. Also, you are painfully sober for the sake of staying sane by the time he’s back.
He has to get back.
Chris, on the other hand, is a half way into the bottle of whiskey, although, considering his constitution, he needs a lot more alcohol to get drunk. You think that you’ve made a right decision sending him to entertain the guests.
Later you take it as a bad omen when Redfield approaches you with a concerned look at his face.
“His operator says that he’s off the grid,” Chris sees your confusion. He is quick to explain. “Leon isn’t responding.”
Redfield doesn’t like how your eyes widen, and he adds in the last detail; the one he would pay a pretty penny for not to say it out loud at your wedding.
“He was declared missing ten minutes ago,” Chris places his wide palm on your shoulder, but you resent his pity. “I am so sorry.”
You don’t respond, and it takes you a moment to decide on the course of your actions.
You attract everyone’s attention with the loud clink of an exquisitely looking silver knife on a thin champagne glass.
Then your voice breaks for the first time.
“The wedding is cancelled.”
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dirk-dreamer · 1 year
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also! i have been thinking about this for forever. waaaay back when someone drew the cutest fanart of my sims beatrice and lydia redfield and i love it so much still. i was thinking about the other day. i think their name (username) was forked? but if you see this please know i still adore this to pieces and i think it's the coolest (and please lmk if it's you!! i wanna say hi!!)
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You know a characther is fucked up and traumatized when they are wearing one of these
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incrumbsiderate
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peachremix · 9 months
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this video single handedly pulled me out of art block
edit: so close to 1k notes if it happens i'll draw wesker on drums
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cherubifyy · 2 months
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I like how this meme implies Chris is also a lesbian
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prim42 · 8 months
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Based on the panels in Gokushufudou
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wxnheart · 9 months
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He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.
Shit.
And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.
He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.
But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.
Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.
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megamyceted · 6 months
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VILLAGE CAST resident evil village, 2021
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theyrejustfictional · 2 months
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Leon’s hands;
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he has such pretty hands
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daily-leon · 8 days
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Catching up
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baby training
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anininas · 26 days
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eerizon · 8 months
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i couldn’t help myself, so i did more.
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he’s babysitting.
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these are genuinely so fun to do.
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citrine-elephant · 1 month
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let's crack a cold one with the boys, eh?
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