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Unbound

Training Officer Leon Kennedy x Fem Rookie Reader

Pt.2 to my first part that’s on my page!!

Wrd count: idk it’s a little long sorry

WARNINGS: SLIGHT SMUT, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, GUNS, ANGST, HURT NO COMFORT, NOT PROOFREAD, sorry guys this shite is lowkey devastating

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“You’re so beautiful y’know”

His words rang in your ears as you stared into his intense blue eyes that were saying everything you’ve ever wanted to hear from him. Eyes you could die for and not regret it for even a second. Eyes you would dedicate your life to loving.

For as long as you’ve known him you’ve bit your tongue countless times leaving the bitter taste of regret in your mouth . Holding back all the things you knew you shouldn’t say. Things you knew you shouldn’t feel. Thousands of words hid away from the man you wanted to confess them to. But now all those words had vanished from your tongue.

Before you could even think your lips were crashing onto his. Hands engulfing his soft cheeks and stern jaw holding him so unbelievably tight like you were afraid he would vanish from your grasp. The thousands of unspoken words being conveyed through one single kiss.

Leon’s arms snake around your waist, to your back feeling every single inch of skin he could. Savoring this moment like it was his very last while his lips danced against yours the way hes wanted them to for months. He wishes this moment could last forever. You wrapped in his arms, in his clothes, your fingers interlacing with his hair pulling him closer, kissing him so intensely he might just pass out.

But he knew how selfish this was.

You’re his rookie. Below him in the chain of command. This would ruin you and the stench of this would follow you for the rest of your career. He knows what happens to the women in these situations and he couldn’t live with himself knowing he ruined your dream life when you didn’t know any better.

‘God if we were different people I would love you shamelessly’ he thought as a war raged in his head. The way your warm lips moved so softly against his, pulling him into a hole he could barely claw his way out of. Loving you was a curse he wouldn’t dare put on you.

He pulled away from you sitting up. His heart ached at the dull emptiness from where your hands grasped his face so intently. Seeing your confused look and wet lips turn into a slight frown panged his chest, and regret was written all over his face.

You ached at the emptiness on your lips and the absence of warmth now that Leons arms weren't wrapped around you. Why did he pull away? Did you come on too strong? I mean kissing him was a little forward but he didn't exactly pull away. In fact he kissed you back and pulled you in closer. “Uhm… I'm sorry I don't know why I did that” you spoke out trying to remedy the situation.

His eyes jolted open at your apologetic response “God no you did nothing wrong that was.. everything I just..” he paused for what felt like a millennia “We can’t do this.. I can’t do this to you, ‘yer below me in rank this would mess everything up for you” he shuttered out with a look on his face that didn’t match his words. Looking at you like the only thing that he wanted to do was grab you and kiss you and never stop.

“No one would have to know, god you have no idea how bad I want this” you hated how desperate you sounded but you were. You hated how he gave you a taste and cut you off. Leaving you yearning for more like a damned addict, but you hated that fact that he was right more than anything.

You watched as he reached his hand up placing in on your cheek. You leaned into the warmth of his hand unintentionally. His eyes telling you the words he was too pained to say. He cared too much, too much to let you ruin something he knew you loved for him.

“We can’t risk it, this job means too much” he said almost against his will. His heart didn’t want to. His heart yearned for your lips against his, your warm hands wrapped around his neck , but his head knew better.

You grab his hand that rested on your cheek, interlacing your fingers with his bigger once’s. Staring down at your tangled hands thinking of what could be. No, you’re not doing this. You constantly never go through with things because of what ‘could be’. You wouldn’t let possible consequences dictate your life.

“No, I’m not letting this job get in the way. Please you shouldn’t either… tell me we don’t at least owe it to each other to try” you squeezed his hand tighter this time looking in to his eyes. You needed him to know how much he meant to you. How much you were willing to risk for him. You watched his eyes burn with something you didn’t recognize. Bracing yourself for being told off. ‘The risk is to much’ or ‘I wouldn’t do this to you’. You spoke again before he could respond “And before you say you wouldn’t do that to me, it’s my choice. My risk. My life. So if you shoot me down it’s not for me, because if you really wanted this you would respect me taking this risk” you spoke out maybe louder than you should have.

“At least let me take you on a real date first” Leon spoke out, he watched your face light up at his acceptance. Before he knew it your arms were wrapped around his neck and your lips kissed against his, not like they did before. This kiss was just to be as close to him as possible. The new reassurance of reciprocated feeling had your heart fluttering in unfamiliar ways. You broke the kiss but not moving. Breathing in each other air, impossibly close when the wave of exhaustion hits you like a tidal wave dragging you under as your eyes droop.

He notices you feeling the same tiredness as him when he lays down on his side, positioning his arms leaving a place for you in between them. You lay down in the comfort of his large arms without a second thought. He wraps them around you, his hands meeting back together at the center of your stomach grabbing onto you tightly. Embracing his warmth you feel yourself drift off in sleep. Feeling safety you haven’t felt in years knowing nothing could happen to you when you’re wrapped in the safety of his arms.

The early morning light bleeds through the cheep motel blinds moments before the loud buzzing from your phones forces you into consciousness. You groan at the sudden alarm blaring in your ears. Feeling Leon shift awake behind you, arms still tightly around you, you sit yourself up disconnecting them.

“Mmmh what time ‘s it” he mutters out barely audible, shielding his eyes from impending light spewing into the room.

“5:37, we’ve got 20 minutes” you say calmly like you haven’t already sprung up from the bed you were just in. Feeling the chill of the morning air that seeped in from the poorly sealed windows, you yearned for the warmth of the bed. Against your own wishes you grab your uniform you had laid out on the bathroom counter, closing the door to get dressed. When you had came out with your hair looking presentable and face washed you noticed Leon fully in uniform with his bag propped up on the bed. You handed him the clothing you borrowed and he gave you a sly smile remembering what happened last night.

“Shut up” you giggled out rolling your eyes and heading for the door.

“Hey! I didn’t even say anything” he muttered out acting offended, grabbing his chest.

“Yeah but you were thinking it” you say as you shuffle down the stairs turning back to give him a look while on your way down. Only to see him already looking at you, you turn your face back in front of you to try and hide your blush. You knew your feelings were mutual but that only made it worse. You were blushing like a giddy little kid who had a playground crush. Your job wasn’t an easy one, you saw many horrible things and saw just how cruel the word really was, but you’ve always found comfort in Leon being the one to train you through it. Now that’s only been intensified.

As you approach the next door gas station Leon opens the door for you putting his hand out signaling you to enter ahead of him. You walk in and head towards the back of the station, giving a polite nod to the clerk sitting in wait for customers to show. When you get to the back you realize that you were running a bit behind because the night shift was already there waiting for you.

After filling you in on his uneventful shift, a few shady cars and a couple suspicious meet ups. He promptly left with a bit of an attitude. “Guess that was kinda our fault” you say with a giggle when he stomps out. You look back over at Leon for a reaction when you feel him pull you into a kiss. His big arms wrap around your waist pressing you into his firm chest. His lips press softly against your own getting a groan out of you when you feel his teeth pull on your bottom lip like a man starved. You giggle against his lips at the man’s actions and he pulls away reluctantly.

“We should get going” he says quietly and out of breath before letting you go and heading for the exit. You follow him, a little dizzy from the lack of air during your kiss. A dizziness you could get used to.

As you step outside you feel the cold nip at your nose. You wished you had brought more layers, or maybe had worn an undershirt. You shivered at the bitter wind blowing on your face. Leon noticed and wrapped his arm around your side to share his natural warmth with you until you got to the car. He knew you didn’t bring any extra clothes and assumed you didn’t have your undershirt on. You found yourself smiling at that, the simple action, the extra step he didn’t have to take but did because it mattered to him.

You start to feel yourself warm up a bit when you hear the screeching of tires on the asphalt. A noise that always bothered you, you’re version of nails on a chalkboard. You look over to your left trying to spot where the noise was coming from. You saw an older white suburban driving atleast 20 miles over the speed limit barreling down the road. Technically, you weren’t quite on the clock yet so you choose to ignore it to savor the warmth of Leon’s arms. You take one more peek over to see the suburban now almost lined up with you and Leon, driving significantly slower than before. The rear window rolled down uncovering the flash of black metal that made you freeze in place. You didn’t know what to do, after all you were just a rookie. Before you knew it, instinct took over jolting yourself infront of Leon. That’s when you heard the noise. Loud, deep, popping noises and the roar of an engine, coming from the now distant suburban.

You feel yourself thrown back, assuming it was just your reaction to the gunshots, you instantly turn to Leon grabbing onto his uniform. Checking him up and down to make sure he is okay, when you see no signs of injury you look back up to his face only to see him now grown pale.

“What?! Did they get you? Are you okay!? Answer me Leon!” You mutter out, barely audible towards the end. ‘Why did I sound like that’ you thought, grip tightening on Leon’s collar, feeling your legs give out at the white hot pain coming from your stomach. Leon grabs onto your shirt as you fall, lessening the blow to the ground slightly. You still feel the air leave you lungs on the impact to the hard concrete pushing your eyes shut with pain. When they reopen you feel the pressure of what seems to be Leon’s hands on your stomach. You yelp out at the sensation, looking down to see blood pooling over his hands pushed against your stomach creating a little pool of blood on you.

“L-Leon” you cough out trying to get his attention. You cringe at the taste of copper in your mouth. Your breathing felt interrupted, like when you drink water and it goes down the wrong pipe.

He looked down at you, not moving his arms from their position pushing onto your stomach at a feeble attempt at stopping the bleeding. His face had a look you’ve never seen before with blood splattered on his cheeks, probably from the initial shots. You didn’t know why you were so calm. Probably the adrenaline, you just wished you could’ve given some of it to Leon.

“Help somebody help me!!” Leon cried out, tears streaming down his face mixing with your blood to create pink streaks down his neck. He looked around screaming for help over and over again but nobody came. Nobody was coming. He realized when minutes of his screaming and your bleeding had gone by. When he finally accepted that no one was coming he released his hands from your stomach. His arms now covered in your blood he grabbed onto you cradling you in his arms.

You managed to grab onto his arm with the little power you had left. You didn’t feel any pain anymore. You were glad, glad the pain was gone. But if the pain coming back meant you could tell Leon all the words you had still yet to say, you would take the pain a thousand times over to tell him you love him.

Leon held you in his arms, without the pressure of his hands on your wounds you started losing blood much faster. The once white concrete now covered in a puddle of your crimson blood. Seeping into the cracks, streaming off the side of the curb. His arms were painted in your blood aswell. Blood that was now transferring on your cheeks as he held you. Caressing your face rocking back and forth to comfort himself more than anything. By that point he knew you were already gone. Leon whispered under his breath barely audible “I love you” over and over hoping maybe if he said it enough he’d wake up from the nightmare.

He was so afraid of loving you before. So afraid of hurting you, your job, your reputation, but what was the point? You’re gone. He never even said it. Never said what he couldn’t stop repeating now but it was too late. You were already gone, just a bloodied shell of who you once were, and you never got to hear him say it.

“I love you”

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Sorry if that was a little morbid but I had an idea and had to write it #yall asked for the pt2

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Video Games

• mamthlapinatapai

(n.) a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something they both desire but which neither wants to begin

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Pairings :

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader

CW: LT. x SGT. FEM READER, ALCOHOL MENTIONS, YEARNING, SLIGHT ANGST, british people.

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Simon had no idea what to do when his sargeant decided to start acting the way she was at the small pub after their last mission. Head shamelessly landed against his shoulder, he clenched his jaw at the feeling…a scowl now on his half covered face as he took a large swig of his beer…but why didn’t he just move you?

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So here they were, almost identical to that night to every night they spent in this familiar setting..

His eyes practically glued to you silently as he watched you and Kyle play billiards from the bar, Johnny loudly cheering you on as you struck the cue ball for a drunken trick shot, failing miserably hitting a scratch. You chugged your pint of beer angrily complaining between sips about how “uneven” the table was as Gaz argued back about you being a sore loser. Price chuckling at the scene from beside Simon leaning against the bar top uncomfortably.

It was like clockwork, every single time you got back from a mission you’d all spend the evening on one of your off days on base at a local pub. Letting loose and enjoying yourselves before the next mission, returning back to the bloodshed and chaos. He wished on those nights he could ignore how your eyes would linger on him, how you’d always somehow end up absolutely wasted drunk.

Everytime getting closer and closer to him, last trip you’d practically been glued to his shoulder towards the end of the night. Half asleep, he acted angry, acted as if he hated the close proximity..When all he did was crave it, oh how wrong it felt to feel like this about his subordinate..The big bad Lieutenant Riley…secretly smitten over his Sargeant, what a joke.

So when the game ends, and you grumble something about how unfair it was, waltzing over to Simon to complain. Throwing your hands around as you expressed the many reasons you were upset. He looked blankly back at you, your eyes now focused on his, brows furrowed slightly as you noticed his expression from his half pulled up balaclava.

“Why are you always like this..” You grimmaced, cheeks flushed from the alcohol as you leaned across from him against the bar top. Price and Kate were far too distracted in their own conversation to even see the drunk woman making a fool of herself to her lieutenant once again. “Y’know…? All brooding and stuff…It scares off all the ladies..!”

You joked, words slurring as you widened your eyes lazily smirking as you decided to tease him further. Not taking the hint to quit at his unimpressed scowl from the exposed portion of his face. “Wait are you single LT…?”

“Hope So!”

Before he even had a chance to respond your words had cut him off. Breaking his blank stare as his eyes widened a smidgen from behind the cloth, going back to normal almost instantly as he scoffed annoyed. “Bloody hell woman, you’re pissed.” He grumbled taking a large gulp of his drink. Glancing at you out of his peripherals, practically side eyeing you.

Trying to keep his standoffish facade best he could , his thoughts running buck wild at your slurred words. ‘What did you mean? What does “Hope not!” even mean? Were you genuinely just that stupid..? Or just incredibly hammered..’

Yeah that was it you had no clue what you were saying. Like everytime they went to the pub, you got hammered and flirted shamelessly and forgot your actions by the next day. He always took you back to your barracks, you woke up alone and hungover stumbling into whatever meeting they had at base, tired and complaining about your agonizing headache.

So when the night ends and as he carried you in his big arms, thrown slumped over his shoulder back to your room at base, like always your eyes glimmered in hope that he’d maybe stay. Brows always furrowed as you, tucked in your bed in unspoken care, pouting at the silent man when darkness consumed you room as he gently shut the door, back turned to you. Only this time he muttered an almost impossible to make out sentence, his voice low and gruff as he looked back at you from behind the mask, eyes uncharacteristically soft.

“G’night ____..”

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Training officer Leon Kennedy x Fem Rookie Reader

WARNINGS: PROFANITY, IMPLIED AGE GAP, AWKWARD SITUATIONS, Litterally nothing else but part 2 is a little friskier

Word count:

I have part of part.2 if y’all want it just lmk😛

Oh and this is NOT proofread so sorry����

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The mindless buzz of the radio echoed through the dirty policed issued junker. Street lights illuminating your face through the dusty windshield. The pitch black darkness of the outside blanketed the ground casting darkness around the light of the streetlights on the sidestreet where you and your TO were parked.

Yet another long houred stakeout you and your training officer had to babysit. Being a rookie meant long grueling hours and staying in a shitty motel paid for by the department.

You and your training officer’s shift was from 5am to 9pm. Usually your shifts aren't this long but your TO, Officer Kennedy volunteered the two of you for the long shift without you knowledge, of course. He is always looking for more hours to teach you the ins and outs of police work. He really is passionate about his job.

You take the hand your head was resting on and bring it out in front of your exhausted eyes to check the time on your watch.

8:56

Only 4 more minutes of this awful silence before you can sleep in some shitty motel bed to do this all over again.

It’s not that your training officer is boring, quite the opposite actually. The two of you can talk for hours on end about everything and nothing at the same time. Talking about things from life and philosophies to stupid things like movies and tv shows. However, he was very passionate that stakeouts are supposed to be silent.

If he wasn't your training officer and ahead of you in your chain of command you’d totally ask him out. Not only did the two of you instantly click the day he was assigned to be your training officer but he really is gorgeous. He has a sharp defined jawline, sandy blonde hair pushed back out of his face, pretty pinkish lips that look so soft, and piercing blue eyes that you could stare into for hours and never get bored.

“You done daydreaming rookie, our shift is over” Kennedy says with a tired smile, already out of the car holding your door open waiting for you to get out.

“Oh shoot sorry” you say sleepily apologetic, hurrying out of the vehicle before he shuts the door, letting out an awful creaking noise. “Is this junker the best they can afford?” you say staring judgefully at the beat up dirty black sedan you've been sitting in for the past 17 hours.

He huffs out a breathy laugh, “Oh this is nothing, you should've seen the trash they stuck me with when I was a rookie. You should be glad I'm your TO, we got one of the better ones”. He says while starting to walk towards the gas station you were meeting up with the next shift at.

He looks back to make sure you're catching up to him as you lagged back looking at the dents on the car.

You hurry up to his side, continuing a normal pace to match his.

“I can’t wait to take this uniform off and go to sleep” you say sighing whilst walking on the sidewalk just inches away from Kennedy.

“Me too, I'm exhausted, that had to be the longest shift of my career. But if it gives you valuable stakeout experience I'm all for it” Kennedy says, turning his eyes to meet yours with a sleepy smile. “And you're not horrible to be around y’know” he says staring into your eyes so strongly you think he must see your soul.

‘God if he was someone, anyone else, I’d be with him right now’ is all you could think when he gave you that sweet genuine smile. And you know he cares about you, he's gone in the line of fire to protect you countless times, but that's just his job, right?

You smile back at him and stare back into his icy blue eyes that were anything but cold. You’d swear that coworkers don't look at each other this way, but you have a tendency to be a little delusional. ‘We’re just two coworkers who flirt a little, that's normal’, you tell yourself.

After breaking eye contact your mind starts wandering. Maybe you aren't being delusional?

Kennedy looks over seeing you lost in thought staring off into space as you approach the brightly lit gas station. A red and blue “Open” sign flashed in your eyes catching your attention at the same time as his words “You okay rookie? You spaced out on me there” he says with nothing but concern on his pink face.

You immediately become flustered and feel your cheeks heat up so much they must be steaming in this bitter cold weather, realizing that you were daydreaming about the man standing right next to you. “Uhh yeah” you say hoping he doesn't pick up on your blush.

“You daydreamin’ about me or something” he says with a sly smile after he spotted your cheeks warming.

Your eyes shoot open before slapping him on his arm “shut up, you wish” you say with a scoff so he doesn't notice you internally screaming at yourself.

He chuckles and opens the door for you gesturing for you to walk in infront of him.

‘Ugh at this point I'm gonna fall in love with him before I become an actual officer’ is all you can think as he walks beside you to the employee break room of the gas station, opening the door for you once again. You catch yourself staring at the way the cuff of his shirt gets tight on his thick bicep when he moves it.

You enter the room and lock eyes with the night shift. A pale brown haired man with a 5 o’clock shadow standing stiffly in an isolated corner. The screen of his phone lit up his pale face highlighting the dark circles under his eyes. A stereotypical night shifter.

Kennedy tells him what we’ve learned over the course of our shift and the pale man nods before walking out of the room without another word.

Kennedy grabs a backpack and the cash on the table left by the department to use at the nextdoor motel for us to stay at until our next shift since it's so early, and this stakeout is particularly far. He opens the doors for you, as usual, and starts heading to the motel.

The flashing red light from the broken motel sign lights up Kennedys face beautifully. Painting every crevice of his face in deep red light. The red mixes with the blue of his eyes making them appear to be grey, and more beautiful than ever.

When you get inside you walk up to the older lady wearing a brown blouse sitting at the stand. “Hi, could we have two rooms please, preferably with anything bigger than a twin bed” you say with a polite smile.

“Sorry sweetie we’re fully booked, only got a room with a full” the lady says in a thick Appalachian accent.

“A room?” Kennedy asks from a step behind you.

“Yup, ‘ts all we got” she says with an unbothered shrug.

You and Kennedy exchange glances and you sit in silence trying to come up with a win-win solution to your problem.

He brings his hand up to place it on the back of his neck looking at you in an awakened silence. “Why don’t you take the room, my car isn’t too far, I can slee-”

You cut him off before he can even finish his sentence “Hell no it's freezing outside, im not letting you sleep in your car”. You say like it’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard before turning back to the lady at the stand. “We’ll take that room please” you say with a smile and turn back to Kennedy. “We’re both grown adults, we can share a room” you say insistently.

He shrugs and grabs the room key from the lady and heads toward your room on the second floor. While going up the stairs you notice him look at you with a sly smile “Jeez rookie if you wanted to share a bed with me this badly you could’ve just asked”.

You whip your head over to meet his, giving him a dirty look and rolling your eyes. “I did not” you say with a blank face.

“You sure? Seemed pretty insistent on me sleeping with you” he says smirking at his carefully chosen words.

“Gross, we’re sharing a bed not having sex. This is real life not one of your little fantasies” you say chuckling at your remark when you see his face drop.

Kennedy tries to come up with a comeback but is left blank. He scoffs “Whatever” before arriving at the door to your room reading ‘206’. He opens it and ushers you inside and out of the frigid cold.

When inside he plops down his small black and grey backpack he had kept at the gas station. He unzips the bag you didn't even realize he had, and starts pulling out shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in. He looks over to see you staring at him when he realizes you didn't have a bag with you.

“Did you seriously not bring a change of clothes?” he asks, looking genuinely shocked since you’re usually quite prepared.

“I completely forgot” you say slapping your hand on your forehead, closing your eyes and groaning at the thought of sleeping in your uniform.

He chuckles at your moping before throwing a shirt and some boxers at your head. “Here” he says with no elaboration.

You feel the slap of fabric on your face, looking at his clothes now at your feet. “No way, i'm not making you sleep in uniform” you say while picking up his clothes from where they had fallen on the floor. Walking up to him holding them out.

“Don’t worry about it, I brought shorts i'll just sleep in those” he says innocently like it's nothing.

You hesitantly accept and head to the bathroom to change. ‘Sleeping in a small bed with Leon Kennedy. In nothing but shorts. What could go wrong’ you think nervously while staring in the bathroom mirror. You change and stare at yourself in the mirror. Dressed in his clothes that smell just like him has you feeling all kinds of things. You walk out of the bathroom and stop in place when you see leon on his phone standing by the bed in nothing but shorts. Your eyes trail from his biceps, across his chest, down his toned muscular stomach, and a trail of sandy blond hair leading down into his shorts. Realizing where you are staring you snap your eyes back up only to see him staring at you dressed in his baggy clothes.

“Wow uh, you look good” he says almost out of breath.

“I'm just in a t-shirt weirdo” you say, feeling your cheeks heating up at his staring. You walk over to your side of the bed and plop down on your back and shut your eyes. Letting out the deepest breath you feel like you’ve been holding on to all day. You seriously were so tired you could fall asleep in seconds. Instead, you chose to force yourself back up to turn off the main light. You’re feet hit the cold floor jolting you awake. You turn off the light and turn around, going back to the bed you see Kennedy already under the covers. Part of you is a little sad you don’t get to stare at him just a little longer.

You follow his lead and climb under the covers and get comfortable. You lie on your back staring at the ceiling ‘why can't I fall asleep? I just worked way too many hours to be restless’ you thought to yourself. Too deep in thought to notice Kennedy in the same position but staring at you instead of the ceiling.

You look back over at him, finding his bright blue eyes through the darkness of the stuffy motel room. He was almost analyzing your face. Every feature, every freckle, every mole, every perfection.

“You’re so beautiful y’know” he says out of the blue. It’s not unusual for the two of you to flirt by any means, but this felt different. Felt real. Like everything we’ve said before was just jokes up until now.

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I’m in the middle of writing the Leon fic y’all voted for!! But until then here’s a Leon Kennedy appreciation post bc he’s sexy😛

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And I have never written anything before but I’m exited to start!!!!!

And here’s a pic of him just bc he’s gorg