leonw4nter

[leonw4nter]

Today is the 1 year anniversary of me stumbling across that one angst Prince!Leon x Knight!Reader fic by Ivy (clandestinemeetings) and I decided to reread some screenshots I had and broooo I’m still in shambles over it 😭🙏 never moving on I fear

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HEADCANONS: Leon Scott Kennedy

a/n - these are really half-assed but hopefully coherent enough to feed you guys while i'm gone for days on end again :'( hope you guys love it tho! xx

!! [written with RE2 Leon in mind, can be read as a no outbreak AU!]

• He used to play a lot of basketball during high school. Now, he didn't exactly play on the school team and rather enjoyed the sport as something he'd do when he had the time. He wasn't the best player there was but his aim was always accurate, sending the ball straight through the net for a large portion of the time. Sometimes he'd be caught dribbling a ball as he walked home or he'd arrive home late and all sweaty, having decided to play for an hour or two at a court he often passes on his way home. Basketball is also how he made some friends and how some kids around the area recognizes him. He turned to it as a way to vent out his frustrations from the school day since he got to use up all his energy and put his emotions into running and jumping. With how frequent he started to play, sometimes he'd dribble an imaginary ball between his legs and do a three-pointer on the air. The police academy didn't exactly give him time to himself so gradually he stopped frequenting the court and the routine eventually died down.

• He's a victim to losing money by vending machine. His hungry ass always wants that vanilla cupcake loaded with rainbow sprinkles so he hauls his ass to the vending machine and mumbles a prayer that nobody got to the pastry before he did. Luckily for him, there's almost always 3 more cupcakes left so he gets one for himself. Unfortunately for him, he never gets his change back. He tells the cafeteria staff about it but nothing ever gets done about it and now his hungry ass is paying the price-- with no change in return. He also loses money through kid scouts selling cookies and bake sales.

• He has a pricey collection of high-quality shoe cleaners and balms to keep his sneakers as clean as possible (I mean, look at his shoes in RE2). He doesn't like having his shoes too scuffed up and dirtied so he cleans them on weekends, especially after a week full of rain and damp grounds. He rarely ever got fresh shoes, usually getting thrifted sneakers, so he did his best to keep them in its best conditions to prolong the wearability. He does have a designated shoe that he wears when he's about to do some work that'll definitely get messy and it's a pair of Reebok Club C 85s. Also, he definitely keeps sneaker magazines and dog-ears the pages with the shoes that he likes.

• He was convinced by his friends and the gym teacher to join the school's wrestling team. He was already pretty strong and in good physical shape since he wanted to be fit as early as possible for the academy so all he had to do was train a little more for wrestling and he'd be good to go. After three (successful) matches, he'd come to notice that he was growing biceps and his shoulders were looking pretty toned so obviously, he was proud of his work. The first time he stepped out in his headgear and a singlet that stuck to his body like second skin, a number of girls grew interested in him and formed crushes. Leon would often wear his shirts a size larger than his actual size so to see his muscles out in the open like that was definitely quite the sight to see. His friends would tell and tease him all about it and he'd get shy since he didn't expect to gain attention like that but he would be lying if he said it didn't feel nice.

• He tried cutting his hair once with blunt craft scissors in his bathroom at 2AM. For some reason, he decided to start with the back of his head and trim the hair there before the front so he "could still shape it in case he messes up". Messed up he did but he could not shape it. He looked like those Barbie dolls that got haircuts from little girls and his hair was misshapen and sticking out in odd places. Gel and styling couldn't save his poor strands so he made the decision to do buzz it off. He ended up crying and cursing himself as he sadly cleaned up his sink and threw the hair away and he vowed to himself that he'd never mess with his hair ever again.

• He got "Employee of the Month" awards thrice when he worked at a grocery store and his older coworkers definitely treat him like he's their own. Sometimes, he'd be handed a spare bill and be told to study hard so he could get a job that paid better than stocking shelves and putting away shopping carts. They treated him like family so he saw them that way as hell so he did his best to study hard and get good marks. If any customer was rude or standoffish to him, the nearest staff would walk up and be ready to throw hands just to keep him safe. They'd also tell him if someone was eyeing him and start teasing him to go make a move or something.

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⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ The Softest of Dreams

─ ♡ RE2R!Leon x F!Reader

⋆˚࿔ summary - In a cramped apartment barely held together by bills and late-night takeout, you and Leon find warmth in shared dreams of better days—whispers of a cozy home, lavish surprises, and the kind of love that promises riches even when wallets are damn near empty. Though money is tight, the richest part in your shared lives is the fact that you have each other.

⋆˚࿔ word count - 2.9k

Leon stepped food inside the academy grounds, head freshly shaven and soul alight with a stalwart sense of determination alight in his soul. Behind those baby blue eyes is the desire to graduate not only as a fine police officer, but as an instrument of hope amidst the fast-paced chaos that presently festers in our communities. He swore to himself that he’d never grow to be a greasy sleazebag kind of officer that excused immorality for the sake of ‘doing his job’, no– he’d rather die than have his goodness be corroded from his heart. Leon wanted to restore and preserve the humanity in the world through one good deed at a time because he wanted to welcome a new decade full of possibilities and new hope with you, his dearest love. With only two years left before a new millennium brought the dawn of a new era, he’s determined to do the best and most he can in order to have you both set for life and live comfortably.

As soon as he asked you if he could be your boyfriend in a quaint but lovely diner in senior year, he vowed that he would do everything he could in order to provide you with a comfortable life. He swore on everything he could see that night that you would be treated like a queen and you would never have to live off of ramen noodles while dating him. Of course, it was far from easy when it came to earning and trying to save up; he had to set some aside for college, some other goods he needed for himself, and that Jeep he wanted. Every week, he would pull out a Reebok shoebox from under his bed and count all the money he’s saved before doing some calculations as how to much he’ll need to support himself and you as well. You worked as well, taking shifts at the indoor playground and grocery; every Friday, you and your boyfriend would share how much you’ve accumulated and how much is estimated to be spent that week.

“That’s around 12 bucks more before I can get you that sweater,” you mumble as you scribble some numbers down on a yellow notepad. You shift the phone to your other ear, trying to get comfortable.

“Huh?” Leon’s voice sounds staticky from your end. “That one from Buffalo Exchange?”

“Yup,” you hum. “You said you found it cool when we saw it on display last week. You couldn’t stop staring too so I just made it a goal to get it for you.”

“What? Y’know I can get that another time, right? Besides, haven’t you been pining for those 501s since forever?”

“Yeah, but like– that can wait. You always spoil me with stuff and I don’t spoil you as often,” you reasoned. “C’mon baby, please? Just this once? It’s not like I’ll go broke right away, Lee, I’ve got some saved up for myself. Please, Lee-Lee, pretty please? With sprinkles on top?”

You hear a chuckle coming from the other end and you bite your lip, trying not to let a giggle slip or else he’ll hear it.

“So I became Leon then Lee and then Lee-Lee,” amusement evident in his tone. “But fine. Since you politely pleaded, I’ll allow it. As long as you’ll always let me spoil you more.”

“What! Leon, no! I won’t let you blow off upwards of 20 bucks on me per month, I don’t always need a new shirt or pants y’know!”

As much as you loved that boy, you always had to restrain yourself from staring for too long at a pretty item on display or else he’d get the idea that you wanted it. Well he’s not wrong because you do, but you can’t have him carelessly spending. As careless as he can get at times, you know his intentions are pure and he’s doing the best he can to meet your needs before his own. It’s in conversations like these where you know that spending the rest of your life married to him is a perfect picture of paradise.

It took Leon plenty of elbow grease to fully pay off his Jeep, another expense that’s finally out of his mind. As soon as he got into the Jeep after paying at the dealership, he smiled proudly to himself; dealing with weird customers at his waiter job, cleaning after sticky tables at kids’ parties, and tutoring fourth graders in grammar finally paid off. He couldn’t wait to arrive home and break the good news to you; he can practically hear your giddy squeal and radiant smile, your voice going “that’s great, Leon! I knew you could do it” as you caressed his cheek.

He speed walked down the hall and into your shared apartment; the building wasn’t too fancy but nothing too desolate either. Sure, the lights flickered every now and then but all in all, it was a safe enough place to settle in before moving to a better complex once money’s less tight. Usually, you’d arrive home first before he did and by the time he’d walk through the door, you’re plating the dinner you’ll both have after a long day. He’s greeted by darkness and silence as soon as he turns the bronze knob, the tiny apartment void of any signs of you; he figures you must be doing overtime. Ever since the air conditioning unit broke down, you’ve both had to work extra hours just to be able to get that dingy thing fixed. It seemed as if there was always something that broke per week, which just increased the cost of living for the both of you. Being a rookie officer didn’t exactly rake in enough within the first few months of starting the job so he definitely had to take up a few more hours just to get some more cash. Your job would’ve paid well if they didn’t deduct so much from your salary for the tax but this was better than nothing so it would have to suffice for now. With the Jeep paid off, that’s one less expense to worry about.

A noise from behind him interrupted his thoughts, turning around to see you. You looked rough: strands of hair poking out from your hairdo, your lipstick long faded and settling on the crevices of the dry skin.

“Hey sweetheart,” your boyfriend softly says as he walks up to you with a hug. “How’s work?”

You hug back, staying silent for a moment before deeply sighing and letting yourself melt into his warm chest.

“Went great,” you say flatly. “I mean– I had to break up a fight and some lady yelled at me for something I don’t have control over. Could be worse but y’know, it’s just how it is sometimes.”

Leon pulled back, settling his hands on your shoulders; despite how big they are in comparison to yours, they were never rough with you. He stared deeply into your eyes, waves of exhaustion and fatigue emanating from your gaze.

“If it makes you feel better, we have one less expense to worry about now that we’ve paid it off.”

Reaching into the inside pocket of his gray jacket, he pulls out the official receipt and unfolds it to show to you. You take it from him and see the complete list of payments, a physical proof of your combined efforts to officially own the vehicle. Despite the weariness, you still manage to smile as relief settles into your heart.

“I knew we could do it,” you mumble with a soft smile as you press him into you for another hug. “No matter how hard it gets, we’ll always make it out together.”

The blond smiles, a hand coming up to pat the back of your head. You’re clearly still drained of energy but he’s managed to somewhat ease the heaviness that weighed in your heart.

“Together, forever and ever, whether you like it or not,” he adds. His chest rumbles against your cheek, the warmth of him gentle against you.

“So,” he adds. “How does dinner sound? I’ll get started on it while you relax in the living room, okay?”

Dinner was partly bland but enough to keep your stomachs full for the night; spices weren’t getting any cheaper so you had to use as little as possible to keep stocks of it for a little longer.

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Eventually, the time for rest came but you and Leon didn’t mind; in fact, the day had been busy and what you both needed was plentiful rest, especially that the next day is sure to be just as eventful. Money wasn’t always readily available between the both of you, choosing to opt for dates that didn’t need anything to be spent; cuddles in bed were one of them, a timeless bonding experience with your lover. It was in soft moments like these where you and Leon would have the most productive conversations: you would talk about budgeting and how much cash you’d lose by the end of the month then Leon would shush you, forcing you to put those worries to rest and set it aside from the next day. He could tell when you would start listing whatever bothered you, just by the very subtle cinch of your eyebrows and when your voice would deepen ever so slightly and drop the cheery quality it usually held.

“Let’s leave that for tomorrow, hm?” He would always say so gently, brushing the hair away from your face.

He would also flick away any stray lint or fallen eyelash on your face, looking for more excuses to admire your features. “Right now, we’re cuddly and comfortable in our bed. We’re safe from the outside world and not a single smidge of negativity will get through our bedroom– not on my watch.”

Leon’s eyes, despite being lidded and heavy with the desire for slumber, never ceased to hold a unique tenderness dedicated to you alone. He never looked any less in love with you, no matter how many shifts exhausted him or how much disagreements you’ve previously had. Even when you gave each other the cold shoulder after a quarrel, hate or contempt never replaced the adoration that is permanently fixed on his sky blue irises. Leon can never stay truly mad, walking back to you with his tail between his legs as he apologizes and asks for forgiveness.

“Okay, Leon. I’ll stop worrying,” you agree before snuggling closer to him.

Your head on his arm was certainly cutting off circulation but Leon could live with a purple arm if it meant making you feel loved and protected. His other arm was around your waist, pressing you closer towards him.

“These muscles weren’t here before,” you say with a small smile as you squeeze the muscles on his forearm.

“I’ve been working out at the station,” he says with a sheepish grin. “They’ll need me to be strong so I’ve been doing my best to gain more strength. Also, how am I going to carry my girl’s shopping bags once we’re filthy rich?”

The blond lifts the arm that was previously encircled around your waist to flex his biceps and triceps, showing off his gym results.

“Easy now, Kennedy. Wouldn’t want to unleash a freaky beast in this bedroom at this time in the night,” you say with a smirk.

“Woah, calm down!” He’s definitely blushing, flustered at your words.

He rambled on about the shenanigans in his office, as well as S.T.A.R.S. He seems to express interest in joining the team once he’s more seasoned and integrated in the RPD and you vocalize your support. You talked about some workplace gossip, something about a cheating boss and his secretary.

Besides being a boyfriend, Leon is a good best friend; he listens when he needs to and offers wise counsel when it’s asked of him. Prior to being his girlfriend, you were his childhood best friend so when you both took your relationship to another level, little to nothing in your dynamic changed. It was just like back then but this time you could kiss and make out.

A loud thud interrupts you and Leon, a noise that seemed to come from your upstairs neighbor. Giggles from the both of you followed soon after, still staring at it as if awaiting for the shabby thing to give out. Luckily, the ceiling stayed intact.

“Once we’re both loaded and raking in big bucks, I’ll buy us a nice house with a white picket fence in a swanky suburb. Our driveway will be heated and we might even have a pool in the backyard,” he muses as he presses kisses to your hair.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m serious. I promised you that I’ll give you everything, didn't I?”

“Just checking in case you forgot,” you joke.

Leon shifts closer to you, slinging his leg over yours. He nuzzles his cheek into your forehead and you feel the slight prickle of a growing stubble.

“We’ll have 4 kids, 3 girls and a boy. They’ll run around our house and fill the rooms with so much laughter and happiness,” he continues to muse on. “Or maybe we’ll have a labrador retriever before we have kids. To prepare us and stuff.”

You smile and wrap your arm around his neck. A nail nearly catches on one of the holes in his sleep shirt. His sleep shirt has definitely seen better days, now tattered with holes while the neckline hem hangs on for dear life. You try to convince Leon to let the poor thing go but he refuses, saying it’s the best shirt for someone who runs warm like him.

“I’ll buy you so many designer bags: whatever the brand is, I got it for you– Coach, Miu Miu, Dior, Chanel, Gucci…– um, what was that other brand that was featured in that one show you love?”

“Fendi?”

“Yes, that one. We’ll have a room in our house for all your bags,” he excitedly adds. “There’s going to be an ornate and elaborate cabinet for your shoes too and you won’t ever have to glue-tack a heel together anymore.”

You look up, pressing kisses to the dimple of his chin.

“And,” you add. “You won’t have to sleep in this tattered thing anymore once I get that high-paying job. I’ll make us wear matching silk pajamas and we’ll sleep in silk sheets. I’ll buy you 5 pairs of Chuck Taylors if it means you won’t have to duct tape and sew that ramshackle pair. I’ll also get you the rarest editions of your favorite vinyls.”

He looks down and his eyes look glossy and mushy, like a puppy dog’s.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course!” You beam. “I feel bad every time we visit the records shop and the most you can do is stare at the records and hold them but not take it home. You talk about them so lovingly and it sucks to see you exit the store empty handed every time.”

His vision blurs faster than he expected it to, lips quivering as your voice replays in his head.

I feel bad every time we visit the records shop and the most you can do is stare at the records and hold them but not take it home. You talk about them so lovingly and it sucks to see you exit the store empty handed every time.

He’s always so hyperfocused on giving you the best, he tends to overlook his wants and needs. Sure, he sets aside money for himself but he always forgets about it and ends up spending more on you than himself. Seeing the excited smile and reinvigorated confidence on you always felt worth it to him though so he never truly minded it.

Cupping his cheeks, your thumb gently brushes over his warm skin.

“Trust me: by 2004, we’ll be out of here and somewhere in fancy Raccoon City’s suburbia. You won’t have to wake up at 2AM just to catch the bus on time and clock in at 5AM, you can sleep in now.”

Dabbing away the tears that have welled up in his eyes, he chuckles and nods. The motion ruffles his hair against the cotton case of his pillows.

“Of course,” he agrees. Leon pulls you into a hug, attacking your forehead and hair with more kisses. “The year 2000 is going to be our year. Everything’s going to be alright, we won’t be left behind.”

The late night ramble continues to unfold. At one point, you and Leon talk about the color of your hypothetical nursery’s wall and how much paint will cost by then. Leon talks about all the academic programs and awards his future kids will win and how they’ll be scientists that’ll discover something new about time and space.

“Unless they don’t want to be scientists,” he swiftly adds. “No pressure! Regardless of what they want to do with their lives, I’ll be here proudly supporting them.”

In the midst of talking about barbecues and wearing the New Balance sneakers that all dads seem to be spotted wearing once he’s hit 45 years old, he hears a soft snore coming from the crook of his neck.

“Out like a light,” he mumbles with a fond lilt to his voice.

He adjusts himself as carefully as possible before bringing the duvet over both of your bodies, raising it to cover up until your shoulders. A yawn escapes his slightly parched lips and he knows that’s his cue to join you in sleep. He shuts his eyes and wills himself to sleep, drowsily ignoring the uncharacteristic uncertainty that brews in the depths of his mind regarding a specific assignment that’s soon to come on the 30th of September.

a/n - this fic is basically a spontaneous idea without a defined plot unlike my other fics but i guess it's nice to try something new every once in a while :) school's starting up in a few weeks and i still haven't fixed my sleeping schedule or slept at a reasonable time, i've been conking out at 5AM these past few weeks lmao [-- > will regret it for the next 9 months]. it's currently 6AM and i need to conk out now erm anyway, thank you so much for reading, i hope you guys liked it and had a great time :333

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I’m so sorry for disappearing on you guys!! 😭😭 I’m actually sick again (lmao) and also occupied on some work that’ll span until early August. Once I get better, I’ll do my best to breathe some life into both my accounts by posting some fics!!

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She's such a ✨diva✨

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Fighting art block (2) 🐋

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Okay I promise to post something comprehensive soon… but oh my god I can’t keep this in anymore. Nicholas Hoult was at his most fine state when he played R (and when R was still a zombie). Listen— he was such a dork like his little habit of collecting lnick-knacks, his dialogue, and just his vibes were overall so dorky (and totally my type). He also kind of reminded me of Leon so I often like switched out R and Julie for me and him (😞✌️) so that probably adds to why I love the movie. I have plans of making a Warm Bodies AU but at the same time I’m not too sure how to go about it so idk drop ideas in my inbox and I’ll look into it ehe :33 or yk if you have plans to write one please tag me!!!!!!!! I’m begging you guys :’3 ALSO PEEP THIS EDIT OF R OMG

and not to mention, unnaturally striking blue eyes and pale-almost-gray skin had no business looking so good on Nicholas holy shit ndjdkwks

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rattling the bars of my cage for that warm bodies au HELLO?? will be rotating that in my brain for the rest of the night thank u for ur service 😔🫶

Glad to be of service 🫡✨

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someone please make a warm bodies fic with leon 🥹 it's literally so perfect hahaha and also "zombieboy" by lady gaga is totally his song

HI HI!! Sorry I kinda uh. Might've spammed all your zombie Leon art LMFAOO you're art is so beautiful I'm sorry just WARM BODIES AU?? HOLY FUCK!! I hope you don't mind, can you maybe elaborate more?? If you'd like to ofc! I just love that movie and omfg you're brilliant for combining, can you tell some more about the Warm Bodies AU??

HELLLO!!! OMG IT'S OKAY LOVE TO HAVE SOMEONE WHO FW THIS AU🥹💕 And I would love to share some tid bits of what the AU has as of now 🫶🏻 I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE CUZ I MIGHT YAP A LOT AHEAD ABOUT THIS AU BELOW LMAO

-To start with so instead of the government bombing Racoon City into dust, they just fully quarantined the city, building walls around to hide it from the outside monitoring it with the help of umbrella.

- Zombie!Leon doesn't really remember anything or how he even turned into one but that his name starts with L so he's referred now by "L" by his human. Though he has a prominent bite mark on his right side of the neck making that side more blood stained and stuff.

- Zombie!Leon considers Zombie!Marvin his closest friend and decided to address him as "M"

- He met his human on one of him and his fellow police zombie friends' hunt in the city, specifically within the Racoon City hospital. Like in the movie it was also love at first sight for our precious rookie zombie when he saw his human💕

- His human was there cuz they were tagging along with their boyfriend who's working under umbrella and was with a small team assigned to scavange and collect some things and stuff within the now abandoned and zombie infested hospital.

- And yes, he ate his human's now ex boyfriend's brain and pocketed some more for later😭 so like in the movies he also gained memories of the said dead ex boyfriend of his human by now.

- Zombie!Leon then again decided it upon himself to protect and drag his human back to the rpd station where he reside, keeping his human there on one of the safe room.

- He acts like a puppy following his human around most of the time and not leaving their side as well as their guard dog.

- He can speak a bit, mostly just words that help his point be said across. He's not able to form full perfect sentences. He just grunts and huff most of the time when communicating, his human often relies on his body language to understand him.

- Despite being a zombie himself he acts differently compared to his fellow zombies, he's very considerate and gentle, especially towards his human.

- In terms of appearances, unlike the standard zombies that are rotting, I took the liberty to just stick with something like the zombies in the movie as well~

-For this AU, the equivalent of boneys in the movie are the lickers on this one >:D

That's what I can share for now about this AU, pls stay tuned for the future stuff i have for this one, thank youuu (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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RE2R!ℒeon

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ She’s Everything and He’s… He’s There Too I Guess (Hockeyplayer!RE2R!Leon x F!Figureskater!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Are they? Are They Not? (Architect!RE2R!Leon x F!Boss!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Hold Me, Hold Me, I'm Your Bunny (RE2R!Leon x F!Reader AU)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ The Cotton Candy Haze Mirrors The Warmth Of Your Gaze (RE2R!Leon x F!Reader AU)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Silver Screen (RE2R!Leon x F!Reader modern AU)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ There Are No Cute Officers In The Station!.. save for one (RE2R!Leon x Teacher!F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ I Only Have Eyes For You (RE2R!Leon x F!Reader TLOU AU)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Sharp Teeth and Sandy Woodland (RE2R!Leon x GN!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ So If You Need A Hero, Just Look In The Mirror! (Spiderman!RE2!Leon x GN!Reader) [drabble]

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ My Cuddly Eldritch Boyfriend! (RE2R!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Like or Like Like? (RE2R!Leon x Singlemom!F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ A Soft Spot for You (RE2R!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Lovers Rock (ChildhoodBFF!RE2R!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ For My Sweetheart (RE2!Leon x GN!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Sweet Boy (RE2R!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ The Softest of Dreams (RE2R!Leon x F!Reader)

RE4R!ℒeon

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Give Me A Star In The Sky And Promise To Be By My Side (Knight!RE4R!Leon x Mermaid!F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Holding Our Dreams As You Lie To Rest (Dad!RE4R!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ And When The Sun Left, I Thought You Never Loved Me (RE4R!Leon x F!Reader royal AU)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ So High School (RE4R!Leon x GN!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Ex-Swimmer!RE4!Leon [drabble]

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Look at Us, You and I, Back at it Again (RE4R!Leon x Nurse!F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Every Breath You Take (RE4!Leon x GN!Reader)

Infinite Darkness!ℒeon

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Warmth For The Winterfall (ID!Leon x GN!Reader)

Damnation!ℒeon

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ My Baby Here On Earth Showed Me What My Heart Was Worth (Husband!RE:Damnation!Leon x F!Reader)

RE6!ℒeon

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Don't Go To Sleep, Don't Rest Your Head (Dad!RE6!Leon x F!Reader)

Vendetta!ℒeon

[A work in progress...]

Death Island!ℒeon

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Is It The Look In Your Eyes Or Is It This Dancing Juice? (Husband!DI!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ (Second) Prettiest Fairy Princess (Dad!DI!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ A Little Tipsy But Massively In Love (Husband!DI!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ A Dinner For Three (Husband!DI!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ It Only Takes Half A Bottle of Whiskey (DI!Leon x GN!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ Look Into My Eyes and You Won’t Ever Have To Ask (DI!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ I Love My Wife!!! (Husband!DI!Leon x F!Reader)

⊂ ⟡ ⊃ How Do I Love Thee? (Husband!DI!Leon x F!Reader)

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to people seeing my new stuff being put out but not show up on my masterlist: i'm in the process of revamping this account + changing it up a bit so it's a little outdated. sorry 😓

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୨ৎ ︎˚｡⋆ Sweet Boy

─ ♡ RE2R!Leon x F!Reader

⋆˚࿔ summary - a stubborn crush, plenty of self-indulgent scenarios, and countless excuses to the clinic yet not a single brave word that Leon can say to you. he's not decided on which aim is more accurate: his when he handles a gun or Cupid's arrow when he laid eyes on you, the newly-stationed nurse.

⋆˚࿔ word count - 2.1k words

He’s gazing lovingly at the newly furnished nurse’s office again, chin propped up on his left hand whilst his right fidgets with a click-type Mr. Raccoon ballpen. Just a week ago he couldn’t care less about that room, not bothered to lay an eye on the door whenever he passed it by to refill his paper cup with cheap coffee but now? He can’t bring himself to part his gaze with the direction of that door, baby blues always seen peeking over his cubicle by his co-workers. Well, how can he not when there’s a gorgeous nurse breathing the same air as Leon is right now? What’s not to love about that gentle smile that’s brighter than the fluorescent lights overhead? That gentle voice that’s definitely the balm to all aches and pains? Her twinkling laughter that he overheard while she joked with Officer Elliot (and definitely imagines while he tries to drift to sleep)? The jingle and soft clicking of her bag charms when she passes by the officers’ desks when she clocks in to work?

“Earth to Kennedy, you still with us?” Scott says with a smirk, waving a hand in front of his face. Leon is promptly dragged back down to Earth, dismissing his indulgent thoughts swiftly.

“Y-yes?” He says, a sheepish smile on his lips. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking about the reports,” he eyes the papers Leon’s arms are resting on. “Are you done with them? I’m going to send them to Chief’s office along with mine.”

“Uh,” Leon shuffles his papers and checks his progress. “I’ve got, like, a few more things to do then I swear I’m done. Will sending them after lunch be okay with you? I-I promise I’ll get them done.”

Scott chuckles, nodding and leaning on the rookie’s desk. “I’ll take that. But, uh, if you don’t mind me asking: who were you starin’ at?”

Leon can tell that Scott knows but wants to hear the blond admit it out loud.

“Nothing,” he responds a little too hurriedly for his liking. “I was just zoning out.”

His senior coworker glances at the nurse’s office before bending down to speak to the rookie.

“Y’know, you should go talk to her. Get her a cup of coffee that’s better than the one they serve in here,” he suggests, “or buy her a keychain to add into her bag. Girls love trinkets and little shiny knick-knacks.”

From a small gap in her office’s blinds, Leon can see you tuck your hair behind an ear, sticking a tongue out as you wrote something down and he felt his heart do an embarrassing stutter.

“I don’t know,” Leon says. “What if she’s taken? It’s impossible for such a drop-dead beauty like her to be single. And besides, I’m probably out of her league.”

Scott laughs, patting the blond on his shoulder as Leon runs a hand through his sun-spun strands.

“Did she tell you she’s single? You’ll never know until you try, son. Everyone’s talked to her at the station but you, that’s gonna make it look like you hate her or something.”

His words got Leon thinking; he definitely does avoid you out of fear that his awkwardness will disinterest you but he definitely, totally doesn’t dislike you– the opposite, in fact.

“Scott, I’m awkward. I don’t know how to talk to girls and look macho.”

You talk to everyone with the same kindness, but Leon catches himself hoping you save just a little extra of it for him especially.

“Just be yourself. If she likes you then that’s awesome but if she doesn’t then you either do your best to woo her and convince her you’re worth the risk or move on.”

Before he can say anything, Scott leaves his side to head out with a few other senior officers for patrol; his buddies are waiting just outside the door to the west office, engaging in idle talk.

“One more thing,” Scott adds before he finally leaves the space. “You’re really damn obvious with your little crush, rookie. But it’s cute– puppy love, as they call it.”

Warmth blooms in his cheeks, followed by a spread of pink. He takes his jacket and groans loudly, hoping the material muffles him. He hopes that the report yet to be finished can take his mind off of you for a moment.

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For several weeks, Leon doesn’t do anything about his feelings and opts to suffer under the crushing weight of his affections in silence. He’s clinging on to tidbits of his interactions with you, if they could even be called that; all he did was stare some more, help you with the fax machine (your finger accidentally brushed against his and he stumbled over his words like a hooligan), and make accidental eye contact that lasted less than 3 seconds. Leon has been promising himself that he would finally man up and make a move, to no avail.

“It’s Scott #1 and Scott #2!”

He looks up from his computer embarrassingly fast, a little dizzy from the way he whipped his head up to face you.

“Sorry, corny joke.” You say with a sheepish smile. It’s embarrassing how Leon felt himself become overridden with adoration and some kind of cuteness aggression.

“Which one of us is Scott #1?” Scott responds, throwing Leon a knowing look. Leon prayed that his coworker wouldn’t make a joke about his crush.

“Leon.” You say. “Scott in his name goes first before yours, since yours is your surname.”

“Is he Scott#1 because he’s the ‘1’ for you?” Scott says with a smirk, much to Leon’s embarrassment. He mumbles a stifled ‘shut up!’ as he clears his throat trying to fight off the wild flutter of butterflies in his stomach.

Leon, despite his efforts to hide his pink face, doesn’t miss yours; the way you bashfully looked away before responding with a quip of your own, masking the flustered feeling that arose.

As soon as you retreat back to your office to help Marvin with his migraine, Scott shoots Leon a wink. “Just trying to help out a lost cause.”

The rookie knew that he would definitely have to take matters into his own hands soon if it means cutting these cornball quips short.

Leon’s done with work for the day, washing his mug at the breakroom; it’s moments like these that he secretly likes, him left with the stillness and peace of an empty police department. He smiles softly at the feeling, watching the water wash away the bubbles that once clung to the side of the smooth porcelain. Deep in basking in the feeling of comfortable solitude, he forgets that his head is directly above a part of the cabinet that juts out a little bit. He hits the crown of his head with a thud, a went hand quickly flying up to rub the spot that he hit.

“Ouch,” he hisses as he sets down the wet mug on the counter. “What the hell?”

“Careful,” a soft voice comes from behind him. He turns around, meeting your warm eyes and tender smile. “That sounded like it hurt. You alright, Leon?”

He removes his hand from where it hurts, trying to downplay the pain he felt moments ago.

“Yeah, just caught me off-guard.” He says with a chuckle. “Someone’s gotta do something about these cabinets, they’re not– uh– safe. Haha.”

“Yup,” you agree. “This is the third time someone’s bumped their head on the cabinet. I can bring this up to Chief Irons if you want, as a possible hazard around the station.”

Leon shakes his head, a hand coming up to dismiss the offer.

“I can do it instead. Plus, I’ve got proof right here,” he points to his head. “But thanks for offering.”

Leon realizes that this is the longest he’s gone talking to you one-on-one and you’re actually really into talking to him; you’re laughing at his jokes and offered to hold an ice pack to his head for ten minutes. The rookie finds it hard not to imagine a future where he wakes up with you by his side on sunny mornings and regular date nights filled with laughter; the whole scene seems like a cheesy romance movie with the chemistry that you both seem to have. He swears the air changes when you walk in—lighter, sweeter, like something just bloomed; you have this calm way of moving and Leon thinks you probably have no idea what you’re doing to his heart, or maybe you do—and you’re just that graceful about it. Leon damn near gets on his knees and proposes when you brought up his favorite movies and quoted the lines perfectly, capturing his heart even more and causing him to fall deeper into his pathetic admiration.

Eventually, you both have to go home and Leon swears that you telling him to be careful just turned him into the most situationally-aware and cautious person in the world. He probably said ‘thank you’ three times too many throughout the first aid ordeal so the only logical thing to do next is to spend all night cringing about it.

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It’s gotten from bad to worse: he writes your name in print, all caps, cursive, bubble, and doodle text in the corner of his notepad. If he decides to indulge in his lovey-dovey side a little more, he would’ve written you three haikus in one sitting. He’s still doing his staring but he’s also getting caught by you more often; a day ago, you shot him a smile when you caught his glance whilst you worked on health reports, and he folded right, forgetting what he was doing in the first place and pretended to organize files that didn’t need organizing. David shot him a weird look but he ignored it. He caught you humming along to ‘The Promise’ by When In Rome and he swears that he’ll forever remember your heavenly face whenever he hears this song play. Leon’s started taking more reports now, selecting lengthier ones at the cost of his hands’ relief; it’s embarrassing how much time he spends trying to perfect his handwriting just to impress you whenever you swing by and look at his work. Even worse, he’s only using pens that you borrowed from him as a little ‘good luck’ token. Inventory slips and reports? He’s offered to be in charge of them just so he can visit your office more often and talk to you. Paper cuts are a common nuisance now with all the papers dropped off at his desk but not when he has to take a clinic trip and listen to you tell him to be careful while you wrap a band-aid around his finger. He’s developed a taste for homemade honey-nut cheerio granola bars with blueberries after you gave him one when he had to work during his breaks, he damn near confessed his undying and unyielding love for you.

“You sure you’re not just writing up excuses to skip work?” You ask, giving him a cotton swab with eucalyptus ointment for his ‘headache’. “This is your third visit this week and it’s only Tuesday.”

Paper cuts, stomach ache, headache– excuses he’s used just to see you. He’s worried that other officers are going to catch on but love makes him slip up sometimes (all the time).

“C’mon, nurse, don’t you want to see your friend though?” He jokingly asks.

“I’d love to see you after you’re done with your reports and forms. Your table doesn't look cleared out to me,” you say in a stern yet not unkind voice. “I know Marvin’s scary when he’s mad and it’s only going to be a matter of time until they notice. I'd hate to see you get chewed out.”

“Then why don’t you come see me after work so I won't have to keep making excuses to see you?” he blurts out. He didn’t mean for it to come out that soon but alas, it’s too late to take it back. He also sounds reckless, which he totally isn't. Most of the time anyway.

“Let’s have dinner together– my treat. Let’s have it at that restaurant you were telling me about– only if you want to, of course, no pressure, it’s not required or anything. Or- or the vintage trinkets shop a few blocks from the restaurant if you want something less... serious, if you get what I mean.”

He wanted to kick himself for stuttering and sounding so desperate.

“Dinner sounds nice but dinner with you?” You say, eyes glittering. “I think it’s going to be amazing. I’d love to go later.”

The blond lights up like a kid seeing presents under the tree on Christmas morning, a smile replacing the tense frown from moments earlier.

“O-Okay, I’ll drive us there unless y-you want to walk. So, that’s a plan then?”

You nod, smiling at him.

Suddenly, that headache (that was never really there) disappears and he’s back to full energy. Just before he can fully get up, you tug on his collar and bring his cheek to your lips and give him a feather-light kiss. Leon isn’t sure he can focus on anything but your little gift upon his cheek now that he knows the pillowy-soft feel of your lips.

a/n - this fic is born out of listening to Malcolm Todd's "Sweet Boy" on repeat :33 also pls don't mind how the last image in the banner doesn't match to the rest of the story, i just wanna conk out after posting this dawg :'| and y'all playing RE before bed is seriously influencing my dreams because it's so video game-y and gory now (like that's gonna stop me from playing >:>) coz I had a dream last night where me and my friends worked at a morgue that Shein operated because we had to make molds out of the noses and feet of dead people whose bodies turn up during winter so they're preserved... erm </3 this ain't the first wild ass dream i've had coz i've had plenty even without the influence of zombie video games. anyways, that's all and thanks for reading my stuff!!!!! love u lots <333

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.☘︎ ܁˖ How Do I Love Thee?

─ ♡ Husband!DI!Leon x F!Reader

⋆˚࿔ summary - your daughter doesn't quite understand the concept of actual names and pet names. luckily, leon's there to help.

⋆˚࿔ word count - 1.1k words

There came a point in your daughter’s life where she realized that just like her, you and her father had names– and so did everyone else’s parents apparently. It just occurred to her as well that she didn’t just come into this world named as that– you and your husband had to agree on a name to give to her; she wondered, “why do my parents use another name more than the name my teachers and friends use at school?”. After much thinking and snack-fueled theorizing, she has come to the conclusion that she has two names– just like an agent does.

“Mom,” she begins in that sweet squeaky voice of hers. “Do you have two names too? Or just one?”

She stares up at you, a tiny hand grabbing onto your pant leg.

“I only have one,” you respond. “Why?”

Grinning proudly, she takes her hand off of your pants and places them confidently on her hips.

“What? You have two names too, sweetpea and love– and I have two too!”

You chuckle, bending down to meet her at eye-level.

“Yeah? What are your names? And what’s my two names?”

“Mine is Willow and honey, yours are sweetpea and sweetheart! Willow is my school name and honey is my real name.”

“And how is ‘honey’ your real name?”

“Because you and daddy call me that always!”

You stay silent, quietly processing the fact that you and Leon both have a part in this innocent confusion; you do adoringly call her honey more than her actual name sometimes– no, all the time. Well, at home anyway.

You gently stroke her hair, placing a lock behind her ear and smoothing it down to stay in place.

“Honey,” you say. “There’s plain names like ‘Willow’ and then there’s names like ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart’, and ‘love’. Those names are called ‘pet names’. You use that for people that are really precious to you.”

She tilts her head to the side, eyes narrowing with her mouth slightly agape. She definitely doesn’t get it, you think to yourself. You’ve barely managed to brainstorm a way to explain this in terms easy for a 5 year-old to understand when you hear the front door unlock, followed by footsteps.

“Daddy!” Willow exclaims, running to greet her dad.

“Hi honey,” he says in his baby voice before he bends down to pick her up and lift her. “How’s my princess doin’?”

The little princess turns her head around abruptly to stare at you, wrapping her tiny arms around Leon’s neck.

“See?” she loudly points out. “I have two names, daddy said it just now!”

“Whaa–?” Leon says, looking at her before staring at you with a curious look. “Sweetpea, what’s going on?”

Willow’s face lights up even more, smiling widely as Leon unintentionally proves her point further.

“Mommy, you have two names! I promise, you do!”

Willow’s squiggling around in his arms now, indicating that she wants to get down and have some of the cake that Leon brought on the way home.

After serving her a portion on a Disney princess plate, Leon brings up the topic again.

“What was that about?” he asks in a hushed voice as he loosens his tie, an amused grin present on his face.

“Oh that earlier? She’s confused about names, thinks she has two of them: Willow and ‘honey’. I mean, we do call her ‘honey’ a lot of the time so I kind of get her confusion.”

He chuckles, entertained by the conundrum his little princess is in.

“Let the pro handle this,” he whispers to you after he places a kiss on your cheek.

He confidently strides over to the kitchen, ready to try his hand at trying to simplify things for everyone.

“Everyone has two names, huh.”

Twin sapphire eyes look up at him, temporarily sidelined from her mission of eliminating the chocolate dessert in front of her.

“Mhm.”

“What’s mine then?”

“Hm…” she hums in thought, tapping an index finger to her chin. “Mom calls you ‘darling’ and uh… I know auntie Hunnigan calls you ‘Leon’.”

She seems to find an oddity in his names; normally they come in a cutesy and endearing pair, how come his comes with this random name ‘Leon’?

Leon chuckles, taking a paper towel to dab at the chocolate smudged at the corner of her lips.

“Okay, Willow. My real and actual name is Leon, you’re right on that. And mommy has her own too,” he starts off. Your daughter listens intently and it’s like you can see the pieces clicking into place inside her mind.

“People use sweet and adoring things like ‘sweetheart’, ‘sweetpea’, ‘darling’, and ‘honey’ and so much more when they’re talking to someone they love a lot. Using real names is okay but these sweet terms– ‘pet names’– are a good way to let them know that you love them a lot.”

The night ends in clarity and smiles on everyone’s faces; it’s definitely going to take time for Willow to fully grasp this concept but she’s doing her best to comprehend it to the best of her ability. You sit in bed, a battered copy of The Five People You Meet in Heaven in hand, whilst Leon walks around as he gets ready for bed. Your gaze parts with the book in your hand to look up at your husband for a moment, an absent-minded smile on his lips.

“You haven’t stopped smiling since earlier.” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I mean– that’s just way too adorable for an average human to handle, right?”

“Mhm,” you agree. “Just look at the way she looks at us, there’s so much love in her eyes! She looks up to us like we’re these totally perfect and awesome beings!”

Gushing over your daughter is one of his favorite things to do, second to none in his list of favorites. Once it’s indulging in your shared cuteness aggression and unending adoration for Willow, he’ll drop anything. He flops into bed, landing in front of you with a thud and a faint groan.

“I know right!” He beams. “Like damn, what good deed did I do in my past life to be this rich in this one?”

You spend the next 2 hours giggling and talking about Willow– how big she’s grown, her growing appetite for veggies, and her school performance.

“She could probably ask the sun to be out for a little longer and it’d listen,” Leon wondered with a proud smile on his lips. “We’re so lucky to be her parents,” he wistfully mumbles.

a/n - as you can see, i changed the format of the fic to switch things up on my account :) how do we like it? tbh, i think i can do better but rn i'm experimenting on what tickles my fancy and looks cute. i'm also considering on renovating my blog theme n whatnot but i'm not rlly decided yet tho it's a real possibility. i was js about to fix up my account fr after this fic is posted but man am i sleepy asf (it's currently 3:05 AM where i'm at) that's it and thanks for reading my fics guys!!! love u lotss

[leonw4nter]

lengthy yap on resident evil requiem below!!!

I know i'm 2 days late to making this post but better late than never so I'm going to post it anyway: I'm SUPER hyped for resident evil requiem.

I was outside, specifically somewhere really quiet, when i first saw something about RE 9. prior to this, i didn't have any expectations for an announcement because Capcom pulled off such a good fake out-- like we were all genuinely edged. i heard about in on IG and the first thing i saw about it is the ruins of the front of the RPD, signage on the verge of falling off. due to the AI images that are always circulating whenever there's some leak about the game, i didn't fully believe it at first and thought that it was AI though i acknowledged that it looked pretty legit and accurate with the actual gate.

TURNS OUT, it's a screenshot from the teaser and RE 9 was officially announced. bro i was breathing so hard trying not to freak out and lose my shit in a silent room with 4 other people around because i got genuinely so hyped up and excited for the game to come out. everything about it looks so good: the introduction of a new character, going back to RC as part of an investigative mission, and resident evil outbreak being officially canon.

i can't wait to see where they take the franchise after this and judging from the title 'requiem', which literally means a musical memorial service for the dead, they're certainly going to pay homage to the roots of RE so no wonder we're heading back to where it all started. in one way or another, leon is definitely going to be involved (also because Nick's IMDB page has him listed as Leon Kennedy's actor under the 'upcoming' section). pretty hyped to see Leon again but hopefully we get to see the return of Chris (PRETTY PLEEAASE CAPCOM I'LL GIVE YOU BOTH MY KIDNEYS AND 2 GALLONS OF MY BLOOD) as well as Jill and Rebecca.

about grace, i genuinely thought she was rose at first because they look so similar with each other-- the hair, eyes, and facial features. when i heard the last name 'ashcroft', i immediately thought of alyssa. i thought that they redesigned Alyssa but she also looked too young and turns out, she's her daughter and alyssa ended up MURDERED in a hotel. i can't wait for more teasers, info, and trailers to drop, i feel myself genuinely go crazy while waiting for 8 months to pass us by.

OVERALL, the game looks promising and i can't wait to play it once it drops. also, i want to see leon have a breakdown and for capcom to delve deeper and explore the trauma of our beloved protagonists :33

[leonw4nter]

Random hockey Leon sketches today :3

(Flat) Colored ver!

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5/17 re6 leon doodle (sponsored by a lovely individual from another platform)

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