#Leon Scott Kennedy

[larvamars]

morning ☀️

[writingwisterias]

Patience is key

ID!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Slight Homewrecker Leon, Oral (M receiving), Cheating (not Leon or Reader), Drinking, Penis in Vagina Sex, slight Overstimulation, unprotected sex, aftercare

Felt inspired by @biohazard-4ever post the other day! Click Here. It was only meant to be a drabble and then it turned into a whole oneshot! Hope you enjoy

He knew it was wrong as he watched you argue with him. The evidence of your partner cheating, that he so lovingly collected for you, slapped against the desk as you practically threw it there. He watched as his co-worker stumbled to find the correct words, as he desperately ran through every pathetic excuse he could possibly come up with to keep that ring on your finger. But it was too late. Leon bit his lip to hide the smirk as he heard the metal clatter against the mahogany desk. You stormed off ignoring the looks of his other Co workers, tears escaping your pretty eyes no matter how hard you tried to keep it together.

He didn't need to follow you, he knew where you would end up. Where he knew you craved to be despite your relationship. Leon never missed your cautious touches or lingering looks when you spoke with him; bandaged his wounds. In the past months he found himself lingering towards the medic bay, using his hangovers as excuses to get your soft fingers to caress his forehead as you applied the soothing cream. It was in these moments he felt the tension, the need that rolled off your body. The only evidence he needed to know that dickhead wasn't satisfying you.

Perhaps it was too soon to lean into him, to follow the tug against your soul that called for Leon to be the right person. Maybe it's because in a time period you felt so fragile and broken he made you feel loved. Handing out the small sections of affection you craved with your partner. Leon was cunning, you knew his plans when the only solution to the problem he would offer was for you to separate; to call off the wedding you had excitedly been planning. Yet you didn't stop him, you actually listened to his promises of a better future; without even realizing it was one he wanted to give you. Leon's arm welcomed you, his scent suffocating you further. You didn't want to cry, you couldn't cry; it was done. Your relationship you were building for years over in a flash - perhaps it was over before you shouted at him in the workplace, when he decided to cheat and chose that woman he knew you were jealous of instead. Perhaps it was over when you looked into Leon's eyes and he took the flask back. The whiskey warmed your system against the cold, his body making you feel fuzzy.

Leon didn't have to follow you out because you would end up back to him again. Looking up at him with your pretty tearful eyes as you begged him for comfort. So he could sooth your forehead from those deadly thoughts of worthlessness that would begin to claim your mind now he had admitted it. He finally let his smirk free when his phone chimed;

Usual spot?'

You didn't need his reply to know he would show up, you wiped your eyes with your sleeves ignoring the makeup that stained your jumper. You were to look like a mess right now as you sat at the bench. Your fingers craving something to hold onto as you felt like you were drowning, praying for the world to give you a happy ending for once. Leon's aftershave filled your nose as he sat down, the musky scent overpowering the saltiness of the pier. He was highlighted by the setting sun, giving his skin a warm orange glow as he looked at you. His confidence was dangerous, his smirk just as deadly when he looked at you. Leon was always a secret desire, a curse that you didn't meet before you wasted your time with the idiot that claimed to love you. His hip flask was cold against your hand as he pulled it from his jacket, handing it over as a silent invitation. He already knew what happened, he had swooped in over your rants and fear of your partner's infidelity when you accidentally let it slip when you tended to him again. So he began to help to the point of handing you the evidence.

There was no reason for you to reject him now; you were technically a free woman. Leon was waiting for your move, to tell him yes or no with your body language. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" His voice rumbled throughout your body from where you were laying against his side. The chill of the bench now bit against the fabric that covered your legs. "Please" you meekly responded. You allowed him to lead you away, to follow him towards his bike. You wrapped your arms around him, tugging your body close to his as you trusted him to take you away; to follow him in a new life.

His apartment wasn't anything new, you had shared many moments on the couch you were now perched upon, wrapped in the jumper he always preserved for you in the wardrobe. The glasses clinked on the coasters as he set them down, the whiskey bottle soon after as he filled the glasses with the amber liquid. The TV was quiet in the background of the room, the reality TV show providing entertainment neither of you were interested in. Leon's fingers itched to touch you, to tangle them in your hair as he tugged you close to his body. He was so close to succeeding his goal, to having you instead of that petty excuse of a man. You tried to focus on the TV and not the shift in his thighs or the way his fingers clenched against them. His jeans were tight around his crotch his bulge prominent and he wasn't even hard. You wanted to tease him, to be the reason his jeans became uncomfortably hard but it was too soon wasn't it? Would it make you just as bad as your partner? You were sure he would just go crawling on her arms now he had the freedom to do so. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad that you did the same.

Leon could feel your gaze, the intensity of it as he turned to meet. His eyes darkened as he peered at the lust that now glazed over your own. It was instinct that he leaned in capturing your lips with his in a clash of passion. He didn't care he was so eager to help you dump your ex, practically feeling giddy when he took those photos when he caught him in the act. All of it was worth it for you. To taste the hint of whiskey on your lips, to smell his aftershave and wash powder faintly on his hoodie that swamped you. His touch was needy, sliding under the item of clothing touching the skin of your waist. He towered over you, sinking you back into the fabric of the sofa. Leon's hips thrusted against you; the jeans providing friction to his actions. You could feel his need already, the bulge now prominent with the exact thing you craved.

His fingers paused at the clasp of your bra silently waiting for your permission. You knew if you didn't want this he would move, forget this happened and wait but he didn't have to do that because he caught the small nod of your head. A low chuckle leaving his lips as the smirk finally leaked onto his face. His body was too inviting, made you feel too special as he freed your tits from the bra. His finger instantly rolls over your pebbled nipples causing small whines to leave your lips. He swallowed them, drowning in the small heaves your body gave off as you lifted your chest towards his fingers with each breath. His stubble tickled your neck as he sucked on the skin there. You finally tugged on the strands of his hair bringing him close to you. His nose dug against the pulse point of your neck as his teeth nibbled leaving small marks. Claiming you as his finally.

Your hands reach to pull your pants and underwear away, attempting to shimmy the fabric away a difficult task with how he was pressed against you. Leon pulled back helping you, admiring how desperate you were to be treated right. He began to work on his own trousers, his cock springing free from his restraints. You admired it as he took off his shirt, you wanted to taste the beads of pre cum that dribbled from his tip. Leon sighed when he felt your kitten licks, his thrusted forward forcing his cock to enter the warmth of your mouth accidentally. He wanted to apologize until he heard your moan. The sound vibrates around his length like the expensive flesh light he has tucked away in his bedside table.

You were forgiving, taking his length as best you could whilst you ground yourself against the couch. You knew you looked pathetic, like some horny dog beneath him yet when you looked at him beneath your lashes he looked at you lovingly. Like he enjoyed how much you were pleasuring yourself instead of looking at you like you were providing a service or taking too long. His hand stroked the soft strands of your hair as he urged you to take more of him smiling as he felt you gag around him. "I don't want to do it like this princess, as nice as it feels" he whispered, almost pleading. You released him a line of dribble and pre cum following you.

You reached your hands at the hem of the jumper, ready to display your breasts for you but he stopped you. His hands pulling yours away pinning them above your head. "Don't you want to see them?" You whispered, confusion pinching at your brows. His hair fell over his face as he shook his head, "And miss the chance of fucking you in this jumper? The jumper I keep just for you to wear one-day as a proud display of being mine?"

His words sent heat to pool in your lower stomach, your clit throbbing with need and desperation of friction...pleasure. And who was Leon to deny you? To prevent you from feeling what a real man's love is, what a genuine orgasm is. So he began to work, one hand slithering down as he distracted you with a heated kiss. You gasped against his lips as he began to circle your clit, occasionally brushing over the sensitive nerve. He smiled as your hips followed his movements desperately trying to chase the pleasure that flooded your system. His mouth released yours allowing you whines and quick pants fill the room. He could feel his cock twitching the more the thought about your fold welcoming him. He slid his hand between your folds groaning at the arousal that had begun to leak against his couch.

He pulled his hand away, swallowing your whine with another kiss as he pushed himself into your warmth. He let out a deep groan as he bottomed out, feeling you clench around him. Leon was larger than your ex, stretching you more than he ever did. His balls thumbed against your ass as he began to move. His hands finally pulled away from your wrists, his thighs shimming under yours. His hands gripped at yours almost bruising the flesh as he started to move. You watched his eyes close as his mouth parted. For some reason you never expected him to be so vocal but the sounds were welcome.

You felt bad comparing him to your ex, comparing how much better he touched you, how possessive he was over you. You could feel the dull throb of the marks that littered your neck, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat from the heat his jumper was trapping. His thrusts quickened as he focused on drawing an orgasm out of you, his eyes pinning you in place as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He loved this. So thankful he did what he did to get it, it was his little secret gathering the evidence, pointing him in the direction of a coworker he knew the pathetic man wouldn't be able to resist.

He knew you were the one, no matter how persistent he was to treat you right before he formed his plan you rejected him and now you were here. Panting beautifully getting lost in the pleasure his cock was giving you. Your walls clenched tightly around him signalling you were close. So he worked faster. His pace was unforgiving, your toes curled against his waist as you wrapped your legs around him. Your nails scraped the skin on his forearms. "Please....please...leon- so close" you panted, chest heaving. He smirked angling his hips higher at the request. His fingers toying with the ball of nerves. Finally you broke, becoming limp in his arms as your orgasm shattered through you.

He followed through, working towards his own as he felt you gush around him. It didn't take long as the balls tightened. "Where?" He groaned trying to hold back waiting for your reply. You blinked at him smiling as you tried to process his words. "Princess...please..where?" He grunted. His fingers tapped your cheek bringing your attention back to him. "Inside..." You stuttered. You smiled as you felt his warmth flood through you. His load shooting so deep inside you, filling you with his essence. Leon's hips shuddered, his head falling against your shoulder as he savoured the feeling.

When he pulled his softened cock out he immediately began to find a cloth or tissue. You watched his naked form roam around his house. You admired him, appreciate his aftercare was to take care of you as you laid dazed on his couch before even dressing himself. Your form highlighted from the TV lights. His touch was soft and gentle as he cleaned you. Pulling on your underwear before his own. When he returned to the couch, sinking into the soft cushions he pulled you into his arms, enjoying how this felt as he draped a throw over the two of you. He kissed the crown of your head watching you as your eyes fluttered close. In this moment he promised not to mess up this chance, to finally have someone to care for, to live for. Even if he did do unconventional methods to obtain you, but that was his little secret.

[cyborgnightcityninja]

art by

SARDINE

@kjr0313

[biohazard-4ever]

Do you know what’s really sexy about Leon, but I don’t see enough people talking about?

How resourceful he is.

Leon can pilot boats, bikes, cars, jet skis (and even pull off tricks on them), and he knows a bit about mechanics too (like when he fixes the truck Sherry starts in RE6).

He’s incredibly creative when it comes to solving problems. If his girl calls him because of an issue—say, a leaking water pipe—Leon will show up right away and get to work fixing it for her.

He’s calm, resourceful, and inventive in his solutions. He’ll carefully assess the situation, then suddenly ask, “Can you lend me a toothpaste tube?” When you hand it over, he’ll somehow work his magic and fix the problem—at least temporarily, until he can run to the store and buy the proper tools.

He’s a genius.

And that is sexy as FUCK

FUCKING H O T

H O T

H O T

H O T

[jks1uv]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑡 (𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, ��𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒) ; leon kennedy | one-shot |

summary: you meet leon again on quite the interesting night, after many years of his abrupt disappearance.

pairing: fem!reader x re4remake!leon + bartender!reader x richman!leon.

trope: estranged friends since childhood to potential lovers.

genre: the great gatsby au + fluff + slow-burn romance.

warnings‼️: leon's taller than reader + mention(s) of alcohol consumption + a few minor details alluding to fights + a brief misogynistic encounter w/ a sleazebag but it’s the 20’s so.

word count: 2,133.

random disclaimerrr!: i saw an edit of re4remake!leon on tiktok for the first time & i was like “who is this fine, handsome, young man⁉️” & it was love at first sight. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv

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Crystal chandeliers that cost much more than your life hang gracefully from the ceilings. The Mahogany floors are polished and filled with servers and performers taking their places and preparing for yet another big night.

Of course it was only a matter of time before the guests came into the mansion, but you liked to enjoy the moments of calm before the inevitable storm.

It was kind of like rehearsing before a big play.

Albeit you played an insignificant part, everything had to be perfect for the night to still be the talk of the week.

Perhaps you thought too soon as a rush of water had flooded into the gates of the mansion and through the doors, evidently starting up the long-awaited party.

Music and laughter filled the obnoxiously large space of white and mahogany.

Servers were offering all kinds of delicacies and drinks to the guests, and they were living for it.

The dancers were wearing flashy colors like a blazing orange and a fiery red with a tint of navy blue. Large feathers drape their necks as they sit on the circular cages hanging from the ceilings.

How did they even get up there?

It reeked of alcohol and inferiority.

The women are wearing scandalously short skirts and revealing clothing. They have a drink in one hand and a man in another.

But you admire them. You admire their courage and carefreeness to be with whomever they like and do whatever they like. You admire their confidence as you don’t know if you’d be able to wear what they wear and speak how they spoke.

Everyone seemed to be having so much fun, you admit you are a little jealous.

You wonder what it’s like to be so rich, you’d never have to worry about making ends meet or how you’re going to afford to pay for luxuries like a great school or bills for the house. Maybe even go out to dine with some friends and sport a good fashion of coats and scarves and hats and heels.

You can only imagine.

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It was ten past two, and yet the liveliness of the party never faltered. Instead, it grew exponentially!

There’s a redheaded lady in an olive-green dress who is the singer for tonight. She’s accompanied by a male piano player in a classic black and white tuxedo.

“Why, hello there.”

The sound of a man snaps you out of your thoughts.

He was staring at you with his beady green eyes. You had to stop yourself from chortling in his face as the shininess of his head distracted you momentarily.

“What... can I get you?”

You finish your statement with the fakest smile you could offer. Your lips pursing upwards in disgust at the foul stench coming from his body. (Or was it his mouth? Definitely an unappetizing cocktail of both.)

He bares you his seemingly unbrushed teeth; his eyes look you up and down and a trail of uncomfortableness rises on your arms.

“I want you to come with me, doll.”

Uncharacteristically, you roll your eyes at his cheap take and your jaw clenches.

“Sir, I asked what I could get you. Not who.”

You knew rich people were snobby but this? This was new and it is ticking you off. His cocksure attitude made you want to smash the bastard’s face in.

He scoffs and has the audacity to look at you in annoyance.

“You’re a woman; you don’t get to deny me.”

The prick then raises an arm in an attempt at grabbing your wrist when someone intervenes. The stranger grabs his arm, pining it behind his back and locks him in place.

“You’d think what you lack in manners would be made up by your wealth.”

Sarcasm is your native tongue so you couldn't help but look to see who your knight in shining armor is.

This is this sound of another man and he sounds much younger. His voice is a bit deep and grave. It sounds kind of (very) attractive if you’re being completely honest.

He decides to step out from behind the plump-fitted imbecile and my God you think. The shock that fills your being from head to toe would be enough to bring Frankenstein to life.

His name departs from your lips before you could even register it in your brain. As if he’s a language you’ve now learned to master.

“Leon?!”

You couldn’t believe it.

The boy who left the West Egg in the midst of seventh grade for the East Egg was back?

And he was a man now… an insanely attractive man.

His hair is a dirty blonde; swept up and back with some gel. Two strands of hair are peeking out on the right end of his forehead. His eyes are sharp and a cool shade of blue. Leon’s skin still has that beautiful milky tan, his all-black tuxedo frames his bulky figure well.

He towers over the older man, your guess of his height being just about six feet. He wears a smell, an alluring one at that; a well-worn leather mixed with honeyed whiskey.

God damn you might as well turn into a bulldog with how much you’re drooling.

You hope nobody (Leon) caught your shameless ogling (he didn't, thank fucking god).

Leon looks to be just as agitated as you were with the older and much shorter man. He throws a temper tantrum over Leon getting in his way.

“You outta stay out of grown folks' business, kid. And let go of that arm while you’re at it.”

Leon raises an eyebrow in a way that was challenging the man. In a way that was mocking him; take her if you can.

But before things got even uglier, an outrage of women began to circulate the room. Some are screaming at their men for blatantly flirting with other women, others give in to their jealousy and scorn the other woman. Some of the men look like they’re going about to brawl with their so-called "best friend". It appears as though liquor really does the bring out the best and worse in people.

Chaos ensues like a zoo of wild animals. Food, drinks, and punches are being thrown from left to right.

Cleaning this up is going to be a nightmare but at least this wasn’t Mr. Gatsby’s place. He’d have you and the rest of the cleaners here up all night until the next afternoon.

Leon lets go of the jabbering baboon and grabs your hand from over the counter to help usher you out.

The older man moves forward, mouth open to protest but Leon throws a swift jab under his jaw and knocks him out cold. Your neck snaps up at him in shock and you see a mischievous glint in his eyes. A playful smirk creeps up his pink lips, and he winks at you.

This is going to be an interesting night.

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Leon takes you out to the front yard where the fountain is still spewing water. A blanket of dark velvet overtakes the sky and you’re serene.

There's a quiet chattering of crickets, a calm, cool breeze brushes by here and there.

He’s still holding your hand and when you look down at the action, he lets go and shoves both of his hands into his pockets while clearing his throat out of embarrassment. A cloud of light pink dusts his cheeks.

Cute.

You make your way to the sidewalk of a once busy road, the dim moonlight serving as your source of sight as those damned streetlights are out.

You’re itching to talk to him, say anything. You look at him and ask.

“When did you get back?”

He looks up at the sky and says, “About a few days ago. I was just in town to catch up with my folks.”

He looks at you with that last part. You look back down and nod.

It was (SO. FUCKING.) awkward: the silence.

You didn't know what to say.

Well, that’s swell Leon! It’s been a while and you’re still as good looking as I remember. Would you like to catch up some time?

Ridiculous.

So, you prompted for small-talk by asking what the time was. He replied with, “A quarter past two.”.

You exclaim at your loss of time perception.

“Wow, it’s been that late already?”

He just nods as if it were obvious.

“That’s why I’m walking you home.”

Your heart swelled at his gesture. It was comforting to know that even after all these years, he was still that sweet-natured boy you used to play with. He was still your Leon.

“You a gentleman to all the ladies?” you half-heartedly tease.

He chuckles at this and shakes his head.

“Only my favorite ones.”

He looks at you and grins, and what a gorgeous sight it is. It's enough to make a girl's heart throb.

“I never forgot about you, Y/n.”

You look up at this and his eyes make you feel nervous instantly. You feel bare underneath his gaze, the intensity making your heart pound. You can’t bear it anymore; you look away.

Your face feels hot, and your stomach feels funny. You deeply inhale and exhale to calm your racing heart.

He's still staring.

To mask your (poorly hidden) flustered state, you attempt to make light of your condition.

“You might as well take a picture of my face, it'll last longer.”

You look ahead and say (barely) coolly.

He stops walking, making you stop. He reacts like he did something so offensive and rude, he didn’t even notice it.

You fiddle with the pendant of your necklace, still refusing to look at him.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t even realize…” he trails off, awkward.

Staring is rude but because of how much of a gentleman Leon is, you’re far from offended.

“You- you were staring at me like—”

You cut yourself off. You didn’t want to get your hopes up and make a fool out of yourself if he wasn’t even doing what you assume he was.

“Like… what?”

He takes a step forward carefully, gauging for your reaction. His action causes you to instinctually look up at him.

Leon dips down to meet your height and a lopsided grin takes over his features.

Oh, he’s a smug son of a bitch now.

His eyes gleam with an undying sense of amusement and there’s a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He tilts his head to the side, nonverbally teasing you at your loss of words.

He's looking at you in a way your pasts did; curiously. There’s something he put in the atmosphere that feels like he’s trying to make up for all that time he spent away and the only way he sees you is through the lens of his pre-teen self.

You haven’t seen his face in years so how did you recognize him at first glance, just like that?

Maybe I’ve always missed you.

His eyes soften a bit, that ghost of a smirk vanishes away as the corners of his lips lift only in the slightest.

“I missed you, too.”

You blink a few times; your lips are slightly apart as his confession grounds you to Earth.

Did he just…? He heard that?! YOU JUST SAID THAT??!! OUT LOUD??!! Wow! How embarrassing!

You groan softly and close your eyes, rubbing your forehead but he just smiles largely and chuckles at your discomfort. Not in a way to shame you, never that. In a way that says, you never have to hide your affection from me.

You just couldn’t help it. The corners of your lips turn upwards as there’s just something about this boy, his aura, that just leaves you helpless.

His laughter dies down and he look to his right. His shoulders droop a bit and he looks down, his shoe digging into the dirt under his feet.

“I’ll, uh... I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He says, a twinge of disappointment in his tone.

You turn around and don’t even realize you’ve made it to the front of your house.

“Oh.” you say lamely.

You walk up the stairs with Leon following closely behind you and you unlock your door. You pause before turning the knob, something makes you stop.

He bites his lip in anticipation, waiting for you to say something and you do.

You turn around and say, “I’m glad you’re back home, Leon.”

His face lights up, like this is all he’s been waiting to hear. Like he’s been waiting to hear how you feel.

He nods and tries to hide the giddiness in his bones (He fails miserably).

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Before you slept; you prayed to see him more often. There was a lot of catching up to do.

[inferno-cat22]

[jumpscaresoutoftheblue]

[pinyo-dumpster]

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[galaxy-fleur]

how would leon react to the death of his s/o?

if it's someone that used to be his partner, life long friend and the like, asking with that in mind as i am looking for some angst :'D

Ah, I see you wanna make me sad, anon... Well you've come to the right place, because I am nothing but a sucker for angst.

Honestly... Yeah, ouch, it's a painful thing to think about. Leon is no stranger to loss, and that's putting it lightly. While most people don't even think about losing someone they care about until it suddenly becomes a harsh reality, for Leon? It's more a question of 'when', rather than 'if'. It could happen tomorrow for all he knows, or it could happen 40 years in the future. Either, it will happen. It's grim, but when you have to confront your own mortality and the mortality of others around you as frequently as he does, it's kind of inevitable. Leon does not get the luxury of going through his everyday life blissfully oblivious about death or its inevitability.

In a way, it's a double-edged sword.

On the other hand, it also makes it hard to live in the present, when all the horrible 'what if's creep into his mind, one after another. His acceptance of this never-ending trail of death does not imply that he is content with it. He's not. Every loss is not any easier than the last one, no matter how many he inevitably loses. In a way, it's a testament to his heart. The way he will inevitably come to care for other people and feel for them, regardless of his own circumstances. It's something to admire about him. However, it also hurts him.

On the one hand, it makes him acutely aware of just how precious every moment he gets to spend with those close to him are. He doesn't take you for granted, in part because he understands all too well just how precious and fleeting these moments of peace and happiness are. He'll make every moment count, and he'll be open and vulnerable in his feelings. Because he is all too aware of the regret that comes from keeping things to himself until it is too little too late. Every goodbye will be accompanied by a sincere 'I love you' and a kiss that feels like the last with how much emotion he pours into it. Because, for him, it just might be the final one.

We know that Leon lives by the idea that 'it is your responsibility to those that died to keep going'. Dealing with the pain of loss in this way is not very healthy. But it's what he does. And that's also what's going to occur in this case. Lord knows he'll be a complete wreck for a long while. It simply makes me too sad to think about him having to carry something so heavy alone, so I can only hope he will have someone there for him during this process. He'll drink himself into oblivion, try and avoid all physical reminders of you, only to then cling onto every single little trace of you he has left, only for that cycle to switch again after a few weeks have passed.

So, how would he react to the loss of a significant other? Well, he'd be devastated. It's a dull ache he knows all too well, but it's so much worse when it's someone this important to him. He'd blame himself. He always does. Even if your death had nothing to do with his occupation, or it was a mere freak accident neither of you could have prevented, or even something that was long expected for one reason or another. He'll still blame himself first. Be it for failing to protect you, not being there to at least try and save, or just not spending enough time with you. Something small and mundane like him being too tired to watch that movie you wanted a week ago, or him being annoyed by you leaving that plate in the sink without washing it now feel like horrible mistakes he now regrets to his very core.

He just finds it easier to place the entire blame on himself, in a sense. Even though it simply has a detrimental effect on his mental health, he might feel somewhat in control by doing so. And that's better than feeling so utterly helpless.

Grieving is a process, and he'll have to go through every stage of it. I do feel like he is, unfortunately, likely to never move past the depression stage of grief. Unless he has someone there to pull him out of it, he is very much likely to just... never fully recover.

Regardless, I don't think he'd do anything to himself. He wants to. It's a want he knows well. But he doesn't let himself take the easy way out. He's not worthy of it. He owes it to you to keep going. So, he does. He picks himself up and keeps moving forward despite his brokenness and lack of direction. On missions, he will be notably more careless, which I believe could cause some issues. He may even be sent on a kind of 'forced vacation' because he is constantly putting himself in danger without thinking about his own safety and occasionally acting borderline suicidally. Losing someone as valuable as Leon S. Kennedy would be just too much of a loss.

Additionally, even after he recovers, I believe he will keep some of your belongings. Possibly a photo he holds especially dear, or a piece of clothing that you used to wear. It makes him feel a little bit closer to you even though it doesn't smell like you after all this time. I also think he'll make it a tradition to visit your gravestone every anniversary. He won't be able to do it for a year or two, but when he does, it will be a really therapeutic experience. He'll clean up the gravestone, leave out your favorite flowers and then have a quiet picnic of sorts, while telling you all about how he's been. I don't think Leon believes in afterlife, but... in these moments, it's a nice, wishful thought he can't help but indulge it. He wonders if you're there with him, laughing along to one of his jokes, or scolding him for not taking better care of himself.

I would like to think that his 'I don't deserve to kill myself because I owe it to them to keep going' mentality would eventually change into 'they wouldn't want me to die, they would want me to live and be happy'. With the support of those around him, hopefully. Even though the loss will always be painful, I hope that one day he will be able to look at a picture of the two of you and smile, even if it is with tears in his eyes. Instead of feeling guilty about not doing enough, I hope that one day he will be well enough to talk about your relationship with thankfulness for what he did get to do.

In any case, he will always hold a special place in his heart for you. Up until his own time comes. Be it in the heat of battle, or in peaceful sleep on his bed.

[kennedysweet]

reading leon kennedy fics isn’t enough anymore i need that man in my bed NOW.

[tomabalan]

[skaithis]

i woke up at midnight just to draw this man again without any thought. Then went to sleep 20 minutes later (5 hours before shift, wish me luck)

[imagineleonkennedy]

Leon pls edge me

[cyborgnightcityninja]

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@kjr0313

[bnnuyko]

LAB - MAIN SHAFT pt. 3

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