Can You Tell Leon That He's The Coolest Guy Ever?

'Good shooting, Cowboy. I had fun just watching you work'

starts whispering in your ear warm bodies Leon doodleeee warm bodies leon doodleeee make the zombie guy smiling omggg leaves your ear alone now

I finally got it done😩☝️

Leom

gonna fuck you hard:

every time leon went to missions, he would send lewd messages and very rarely dick pictures if his job had the time for it. leon was always ranting on how fucking you will calm him down. he needed the peace of moaning your name, and no matter how much he swore how he'll pumping his cock over and over. when he came home, leon would be a whiney mess for love. he didn't care for sex all of sudden as he pouted his cute lips, "honey," he would hug you tightly, "i love you." he would happily melt in your comfortable arms or even baby oil on his poor back. rubbing all his tender spots of his shoulders and lower back.

he was the least interested in sex when all of his body was sore, and you couldn't blame him. he needed time before giving all his loving to you.

(sighs dreamily as i doodle leon scott kennedy in a composition notebook with a glitter gel pen and write his name in hearts)

god i wish men were real

HEY GUYS WHAT THE FUCK I JUST FINISHED FUCKING COPING

“Tell me a story, please?” you add, hiding a smile under the edge of the blanket. A kiss is bestowed upon on your forehead and the cave opens for the night. Leon clears his throat theatrically. “This story is about a girl, and a boy who loved her very much.”

Leon keeps his best tales under lock and key, and you crack one out of him on a particularly sleepless night. He thinks you might like this one.

f / m, fluff sprinkled in with angst and emotional hurt, insomnia, grief + mourning, leon is a sweetheart he just loves you :(, he basically tells you a fairy tale before bed

word count: 1.6k // read on ao3

a/n: um. norman fucking rockwell, baby. if you catch the lyrics from "How to disappear", i love you. i wrote this fic like i was possessed 😭 nothing was planned

There aren’t any waves outside your landlocked bedroom window to lull you to sleep, but there is another ocean view you can think of. You turn to the other side of your pillow, biting your lip hopefully.

“Hi, sweetheart,” the view mumbles, ocean eyes groggy and losing the fight against sleep.

You’re in luck.

“Leon,” you whisper. 

“Mm.”

“Can’t sleep.”

“Don’t know why…you’re not tired,” he yawns, his blond lashes almost fluttering closed before snapping open at your wide-eyed expression, “when you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

You cram the comforter to your chin and flip to the other side of the bed with a groan. 

Leon chuckles, giving your shoulder a sleepy shake, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” 

He’s not sorry. But you relent anyway. 

“Tell me a story,” you mumble as he tucks you back in.

You brush a strand of hair across his forehead to unveil those ocean eyes again. They’re faded and tired, yes, but they’ve also seen more of the world than you could ever dream of. The only good thing to come out of Leon’s mysterious missions to the ends of the earth is the treasure trove of stories he brings back with him, like a Cave of Wonders, filled with only the best for you to unlock. You don’t know anything about the outside of that cave – he stops telling the story if you ask – and you’re not in any position to argue as the clock ticks closer to morning.

“What’s the magic word?” he nudges.

Is he really going all open sesame on you too?

“Tell me a story, please?” you add, hiding a smile under the edge of the blanket.  

A kiss is bestowed upon your forehead and the cave opens for the night. Leon clears his throat theatrically. 

“This story is about a girl, and a boy who loved her very much.”

“One thing you have to know before I start anything though, sweetheart, is that this girl was a spitfire. Completely unreasonable. She was the type to pack a grocery cart full of ice cream she swore was on discount only to have all of it be full price and melt in the checkout line.”

(“That was one time!”)

“Never said a thing about it being you, sweetheart, shh. You’re supposed to be trying to sleep. But either way, this girl couldn’t be you because she was a princess – a real pretty one at that. Sweet, smart and kind like little girls grow up wanting to be. She lived in a castle by the sea on an island in the middle of nowhere, and here’s what I heard about her on my last mission. You’ll like this one.

“Life on that island was as peaceful as you can get in a fairy tale. She had plenty of mermaids for friends and animals to keep her company, but you can’t help getting lonely after the years start passing by. The princess was stuck there, you see.”

(“How’d she get there to begin with?”)

“Uh-uh, you’re interrupting me.” Leon teases. “Story or no story?”

(“Story, please.”)

“Magic, alright? Say she got stolen away by some evil witch like Rapunzel did and her kidnapper drowned in the sea. I don’t know. But it didn’t really matter because that island became home after a while. A beautiful home, but lonely all the same. The mermaids all returned to their castle under the sea when the moon came up and the princess wished had somebody she could sleep next to when it got cold at night. 

“She was fond of stories too, like somebody else I know, and after all those years on that island, she’d read every book in the castle and longed for someone who could tell her something new. All she ever wished for on her birthday was a friend. ‘Just for a little bit’, she’d beg.”

Leon sucks in a careful breath.

“So one night, the ocean decided to send the princess a birthday present just like she asked. A magic tide deposited a little boat on the edge of her island, and when the princess woke up the next morning and looked outside her window, she saw something – or rather, somebody – slumped inside of that boat.”

(“And inside that boat was a prince?”)

“No prince. The princess made sure of it too, brave thing that she was, walking right up to the boat and taking a good look at who was sleeping inside of it. 

“The boy inside that boat was dead to the world with cuts on his face from fighting too hard. He gave the princess a good scare ‘cause he was so asleep she thought he was actually dead. When he woke up and asked ‘Who are you?’, she nearly punched him out of fright.”

(“You were right, I think I like her.”)

Leon laughs, bright and warm.

“But this boy was a real charmer, and the princess was kind, remember?”

(“Bummer.”) 

“She didn’t go around punching people out of nowhere. Especially not the first human she’d ever seen. Her curiosity got the best of her and she took the boy to her castle, where he told her he was a mercenary from a faraway kingdom. He’d been on his way to kill a rampaging sea monster when a mysterious wind blew his boat off course and right onto the princess’ island. 

“Over breakfast, the mercenary told her stories about monsters, jungles, fire-breathing dragons, stuff she’d only ever read about. She was entranced. The more he spoke, the more the princess wanted to see for herself even though she knew she couldn’t. She had to be smart about it.”

Leon swallows. He nestles the blanket around you a little tighter, like you’d slip out of his grasp, and continues.

“The boy was battered from the beating he took from his voyage, so the princess nursed him back to health. I told you she was stubborn, right? She wouldn’t take any of the gold or jewels he tried offering her from his travels. All she asked for was a new story each day he stayed with her. He agreed.

“The first week went by in a flash. The princess borrowed magic green herbs from her mermaid friends to heal the mercenary faster. The herbs made him strong enough to move mountains if he wanted to, so he pounded a couple to the ground outside her castle just to prove he could when she asked, and with the new space, the princess made him a place to stay. Turns out she was a great businesswoman; the boy spun tale after tale for her while she fixed a loneliness deep in his bones. Everything was perfect.”

(“Aww…”) 

“The boy stayed longer than he thought he would. His boat collected dust as that week turned into months. Those months grew into a year. The princess’ birthday rolled around again.”

(“Did they fall in love?”)

“They did, sweetheart.”

Leon chuckles softly.

“He ended up loving her a lot, and the princess loved him too, don’t get me wrong, but that’s not usually how it goes in fairy tales, is it? There’s a catch.”

You reach for Leon’s hand in the deep of the comforter, not remembering when he let go.

“Good sailors know not to mess with the ocean. It wasn’t too pleased with the princess keeping the boy to herself for more than just a little bit, not when he needed to get rid of that sea monster that had been killing millions of innocent people. So on the night of the princess’ birthday, the sea asked the boy to go back to being a mercenary. He needed to do his job and the princess wasn’t part of it.”

(“Tell me he stayed, Leon.”)

“Princess, I can’t-”

(“Make him stay.”)

And for the first time, Leon stutters because he never changes the story.

“A-Alright, so the boy stays. He tells the sea that he fell in love and can’t bear to leave the princess behind.”

(“And then?”)

“And then…and then he finds out he’s in over his head. The tide comes and goes, everything has to have a balance. He needed to go because he had to protect all those people, and he couldn’t do that by staying with the princess no matter how much he loved her, right?”

Lifting the blanket aside, Leon falls onto his back. You watch the ceiling fan blades spin in the dull sea-blue of his eyes. 

“The princess asked him to stay and he couldn’t say no to her. She meant well. She didn’t…she didn’t know. And they were happy together on that island until the boy’s decision caught up with him. The sea monster he was supposed to kill found their island one day, sweetheart.”

(“...Leon, no. That’s not supposed to happen.”)

“It’s how the story goes,” he murmurs, gently pressing his lips to yours.

You barely feel it; you taste saltwater in his kiss, feel it running down your face.

“But you changed it!” You’re crying, can’t find his hand. Where’d he go? He’s supposed to be here, you changed the stupid story, you have to make him stay. 

The ocean might not be outside your window, but you still see it behind glass as you prop yourself up on your elbows, heaving for breath only to find Leon’s framed picture sitting beside your pillow.

His eyes are so blue. Ghostly in the dark. 

You must have dropped it when sleep took you under. Your earbuds are still hooked up to a podcast in an earlier effort to bore yourself to sleep, but you don’t really want to hear about relaxing Zen gardens right now. Tugging everything out of your ears, your shaking finger opens the notes app. 

Right now, you’re in the mood for a story. A story with a happy ending where no one goes anywhere.

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RESIDENT EVIL 4 (2023)

don't know what this is, I'm just Leon and Ada brain rot, enjoy

afab reader, she/her pronouns.

cw: none really??? age gap??? I mean, reader is 29, she works with Terra Seva but it's not mentioned, that's why she knows Leon's and Ada's field of work, that's it,,, I think.

author's note: so, I had this dream, and then kept day dreaming it, so yeah. also, RE8 Ada in mind and DI Leon, kisses. English is not my first language srry

inspired and dedicated to: @postersofleon and their wonderful and angsty af piece of Leon and Ada in RE6

and also to @1eonsk who said that wanted Leon x Ada x reader

Three is my favorite number.

It was late, Leon's chest rested against your back, his soft breath against your neck as he left kisses on it.

"You're being so clingy right now" You giggled as Leon squeezed you and continued kissing your neck and shoulder. "Can you blame me? You're so soft and smell so sweet." His kisses continued as his hands roamed across your body.

He hugged you tightly. "I needed this. After that mission in Alcatraz, I'm so ready to retire." He mumbled, his face sinking on the crook of your neck, taking every corner of the piece of heaven you were.

"Speaking of mission..." As you sat slowly Leon sigh. "She's fine, she always lands on her feet." He said, leaning with an elbow and resting his hand on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.

But even though Leon was great at giving you comfort, the anxious thought stayed on the back of your head, crawling behind your back and making you feel that familiar twist in your stomach.

That reaction became a normal thing dating an agent from the government and a mercenary. "Don't think so loudly, Ada is going to be okay." You snapped your head, finally stopping from being so deep inside your head, sighing. "I know it's just..." He sat next to you now, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

"I know..." Leon continued to kiss your wrist, forearm and the palm of your hand. "You're too good for us... Worrying too much..." A light chuckled left your lips as you caressed his cheek, before you could say anything, the bedroom door opened. "And speak of the devil..." Leon said under his breath.

"Ada..." You quickly stud up and went to embrace her. The woman smiled at you softly, hugging you back, kissing you. "Well hello, beautiful... I like these greetings." She kissed you again, her hands moving to your hips. Ada missed this, missed being home. "And no kiss for me?" Leon asked sarcastically, Ada rolled her eyes. "God, give me a minute."

After the respective hello's and welcome, the three of you finally settled on the bed. Ada hugging you from behind, caressing your arm and looking at you like the precious gift you were in her life. You're head rested on Leon's chest as he looked at Ada.

"You had her worry sick, you should have called." He whispered, not wanting to wake you up. Ada sigh. "I know, but I couldn't, I just hoped she knew I was okay..." Leon chuckled. "She knew, but I had to reassure her a bit, that's all..."

Ada moved her hand and caressed Leon's cheek, he closed his eyes for a second. "I was also worried." He confessed. The woman in red hum. "I'm sorry, to both of you." He smiled a bit. "It's okay, we know..." Leon took her hand on his and kissed it softly.

You moved between them, now your head in Ada's chest and your back pressed to Leon. "You two are talking too much." You mumbled half asleep. Ada smiled a bit, kissing your forehead. "Sorry, sweetheart."

Leon did the same kissing your shoulder. "Yeah, sorry, baby." They looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

Life was good, they had you and they had each other, there wasn't anything else they could ask for as long as the three of you could always sleep together.

Very self indulgent doodle as its my cat's death-iversary

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