#chris could cup leon's head in his palm

[citrine-elephant]

haven't played re8 yet, got some spoilers, knew about the werewolves already

suddenly thinking of leon and chris, but chris is a fuckin werewolf and they are boyfriends

[postersofleon]

SEVEN

Leon had issues and you understood them. Tied in a world where he couldn't even trust his own government, where bioweapons are a common thing and mistrust is common. Breaking up with an alcoholic with the best option to have. However, when time passes, Chris decides to bring you to help with Leon's current crisis. When he sees you, he is ready to give endless promises now. Seven days to win you back.

notes: fem!reader x leon. leon is drunk, sad, angsty, and needy for reader, codependency relationship; chris is a sweetheart. he wants to help both leon and reader. I don't like this :( idk why. i ramble too much. EDIT! future chapters will have smut

tuesday: loving you

wednesday, thursday. friday, saturday, sunday

monday

taglist: @scarlettsbullsh

There was small, uncomfortable silence as you were driven to the small vacation place. Rebecca wore a small smile, but Chris could tell that you were uneasy. But you didn't want to give Chris a chance to even speak. What happened in China is still seen, not in complete detail, and not even the same overwhelming emotions. Yet it lingered.

Sure, everything is forgiven because everything has to during a mission, and even you have forgiven Leon. Yet you couldn't forget.

You loved Leon. With your entire body, but he wasn't the man you met back in 1999. Sure, the bitterness of Raccoon City seemed to always mask the smell of the alcohol. Then, being obligated to work for the government. This was stupid. You knew. You knew his issues. You knew why you broke up with him.

It's unfortunate. You were forced to love two different men. A man who wanted to help people and a man who wanted to get rid of the bad. Something in Spain began the trail, and two or so years formed the path. His disappointment of the government increased over and over, but why... why was he willing to point a gun to you and Chris to protect a woman who made their life's worse?-

You shook your head. No. No, don't be stupid.

Your hand began to tremble.

"Are you okay?" Rebecca asked. You simply nodded your head. Your fingers rubbed your gun hand, the knuckles, and soon your palm. A small scar in your hand interrupting the normal lines of your hand.

The car stopped.

When you look at the place... it was like going back to the old house that you once shared with Leon. Two unhealthy people trying to find peace. One found a bottle, and the other found denial. It was truly the saddest thing to remember, but the good things came rushing in. When you and Leon drank from his flask as you two laid on the bed naked. Alcohol made your bolder while Leon looser.

Walking through a couple of halls, Rebecca turned to see you and rubbed your arm, "He misses you." She promised. But you didn't need her promise when all your phone did was buzz over and over with messages belonging to Leon. Slowly and steady, you saw Leon. Nothing really changed from him. He still had his dark brown hair, which made it look worse with his grease. Your heart clenched.

"Leon," You couldn't control your mouth, "Leon..."

Leon turned to see who said his name. Your habits are trying to get better while his are getting worse. At least he wasn't drunk, drunk- he was better than the other days.

He walked towards you and hugged your body tightly. The overwhelming stench of alcohol burned your nose. All the old conversations you had of his issue bloomed again. Your hands trembled as you hugged him back. Leon kissed your neck over and over, dragging you away from Rebecca and Chris.

"I needed you. I'm sorry." Leon muttered softly.

Nothing changed. Nothing at all.

And that was the problem.

Your hands cupped his face, his small stubble of beard barely even growing into a proper beard. "How long?" You asked.

"Three days." Leon responded quickly. His blue eyes met yours, "I... I try." You even recalled the next words as you two reply together, "But sleeping is easier."

Leon turned away, his cheeks had splotches of red skin; he looked unwell. "Don't tell that... this has been every day." Your fingers traced his face lines. The ones in his cheeks, his brows when he furrowed them.

Leon sighed, "Yeah." He hugged you tightly. Little by little, he finally noticed Chris and Rebecca approaching them. He nuzzled his face between your breasts to use as cover. He was already going to start to be pissy. Your hands rubbed his back gently attempting to calm him down.

"I thought you didn't talk anymore." Chris grabbed himself a chair to sit on.

"We do. By text." You explained with a meek voice. Sure, you avoid his: "I want to fuck you so bad." Texts but not the simple hi's or when he comes to bother you.

But never these touches. Though, after dating for thirteen years, you were use to him.

Rebecca sighed softly, "C'mon," She smiled again, "Let's leave them to talk." Leon groaned weakly as he let you go. Rebecca and you left the room. You closed your eyes tightly.

Little by little tears escaped your eyes, "You... you see why we broke up?" You crotched down to your feet, feeling horrible like all those years ago. "A unhealthy relationship," Rebecca whispered softly. She crotched down beside you. "Rebecca, I still love him. I..." You cleaned away your tears. "No matter what I did helped, he didn't get better. I leave, and he is worst-"

"That's not your fault." Rebecca assured you from your codependency with Leon. The trauma of the two you made you stick against bad and good. You would've been with him still if it weren't for Chris.

-

Leon saw you be taken away from his arms. His hand itched to grab his flask once you were taken away. "Enough, Leon." Chris put his hand out, hoping Leon would put his metal flask in his hand.

Leon didn't so Chris yanked it from his hand.

"Leon, I swear," He put the flask on one of his many pockets, "Leon, I need you to listen."

Leon licked his molars, "I'm listening, Chris. Don't have to repeat it over and over." He leaned on his chair, his eyes kept glancing at the door where Rebecca took you away. Chris exhaled deeply, "A mission-" He began.

Leon groaned weakly, "I'm not going to a stupid mission. I'm on vacation." He grabbed the empty glass ready to pour more, but Chris stopped him again.

"A mission," Chris said more firmly, "Isn't a romantic getaway. It's a job. Our job." Chris made sure to keep eye contact. Leon smirked, "I'm with someone. Don't ask me out."

Chris fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Don't start-" He put his hands in front of him, "You and her shouldn't have been placed in missions so early." Chris wanted to be patient with Leon. "What you two suffered, back in Raccoon City. It was very irresponsible to make you feel you needed to save her."

Leon's face tighten. He could already smell Chris's bullshit, "Listen, I asked for her, nobody made me get her." Leon remembered the first time he saw you. You were one of the old military people of Umbrella and got send there among others who. You were like him. A rookie who was just wanted to help people, but the infected ruined your plans.

He wanted you. You understood the world like he did.

That's why you two needed to be together in every mission until two years came along. When you broke up with him, his life changed for the worst, but it didn't seem you two were actually broken up. He always told you where he was. He told you about nightmares.

"But you two ended up hurting yourselves. Jill and I never had this issue-"

Leon rolled his eyes, "I love her." He muttered softly. Every damn day, Leon saw your eyes as the gun was raised against Chris and you. Chris forgave him faster, but you...

Leon's eyes closed, "Every day I think of my bullshit," Leon opened his eyes and looked at his fingerless gloves, "I just want her back."

Chris exhaled deeply, "You need to stop drinking then." He sighed softly. This job made you an addict to whatever gave your comfort. For you and Leon, you two had each other, but Leon held his need to save people and alcohol.

It was fucked. It wasn't fair for either of you.

"She'll think forever that you prefer your dumb flask."

His throat nearly choked on his own spit, Leon's head hung low as a heavy sigh escaped his lips. He loved you so much it hurt. Little by little, tears escaped his eyes.

Slowly dripping down his face, Leon felt even more sick of himself. With his arms around your waist, you gave him a breath of fresh air- you gave him life.

[gtgbabie0]

hi!! i love your stuff so much - they’re so cute and comforting!

i’m very insecure about how i look in a swim suit, and i was thinking of something where leon noticed the reader acting differently while they’re at the beach/pool and comforting them 💕💕

-Leon Kennedy x reader

{Insecurites aren't something that change overnight, so you take it one step at a time with Leon}

Thank you!! I hope this is okay sweetie! 💕💕

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The crease between your brows only gets stronger when you start to study yourself in the changing room’s mirror, notching how your swimsuit-clad body seems almost off-putting? and you wince at the thoughts that plague your mind.

You had tried to talk yourself out of these feelings, counteracting the self-hatred that seemed to have a vice-like grip on your heart but it was pointless especially when the thoughts were so obtuse in the forefront of your mind. Maybe coming to the beach with Leon and the Redfield siblings was a mistake.

You jump slightly when Claire knocks on the door, “Are you okay?” She asks with the sweetest tone, she’s always been such a good friend, you should tell her the truth, but at last, the words get caught in your throat and instead, you just let out a quick.

“Yeah, I’m good!”

You wipe the tears that prick at your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh as you slip Leon’s jacket back on, thankful it’s big enough to cover your behind.

It was a lovely day the sun was out and there were barely any clouds, and you knew the breeze wouldn’t last long, but there was no way you were going to take off this jacket.

You and Claire walked back down to the beach, hot silky sand beneath your feet. She asked if you were getting 'too warm' to which you politely just shrugged off, telling her how the breeze was making you a little chilly and you were glad that she didn’t push.

Leon watches you walking over, completely forgetting about his game of frisbee with Chris, and he frowns at the zipped-up jacket that covers you. Won’t you get too hot?

He knew something was wrong with you, through the whole car ride you were quiet, nervous almost, but even then thinking back to it, you started acting off when Claire first brought the whole beach trip up. He curses himself for not talking to you sooner.

He sighs watching you talk to Claire, you ask her for the car keys as she hands them to you, and you start walking back to the car.

Leon snaps out of his thoughts as a plastic frisbee hits his head, “Ow! What the-” he spins around to Chris who gives him a strange look, throwing his arms up in the air.

“You're gonna keep losing if you don't pay attention,” he says with a chuckle, trekking to go and collect the frisbee.

Leon says something about going to check up on you, and he certainly doesn’t miss the way Claire gives him an understanding look.

He notices you’re sitting in the car, your palms against your eyes as you wipe away your tears. You felt so silly and it only made you cry all the more, the sight made Leon’s chest tighten.

You look at him with a strained smile as he opens the car door, “C’mere baby” he says taking your hand as he helps you out of the vehicle before his arms encircle around your shoulders.

Now you feel even worse as you curse yourself for ruining a perfectly good day, “M’sorry Leon, I just hate -” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence as his big hands cup your face with such care.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you look sweetheart” he says pressing a kiss to your hairline, and your heart tightens. He knew, of course, he did. You’ve never met anyone who knew you as well as Leon did.

"You're beautiful, inside and out honey," he tells you, and Leon knows there isn't much he can say to make your insecurities just disappear, no matter how hard he wishes he could.

His words leave no room for doubt but there’s still a twinge of embarrassment that pinches at your skin as you try to bury your face into his shoulder, “I’m overthinking everything- I’m sorry” you mumble, biting back the sob.

Leon hates the way you go frigid in his arms, “Don’t apologise baby- you’ve got nothing to apologise for, you hear me?” He says and you nod with a weak ‘yeah’. He can still tell how uncomfortable you are with how you seem to go on yourself, shying away from him and it hurts more than you’ll ever know.

“Hey, I packed, something one second,” he says before disappearing behind the car, he opens the trunk and he soon reappears with a pair of shorts in hand, his shorts. “If you don’t feel comfortable then you can wear these yeah? Better than you overheating in this, honey” he says, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket you’re wearing.

You nod with a weak smile before slipping the shorts on over your swimsuit, he walks over to you with love in his eyes as he tightens the drawstring into a bow, “There you go, beautiful” he presses one last final kiss to the corner of your mouth, relief washing over him when you finally give him a smile, a real one.

"Thank you, Leon" you sigh as he wipes away a stray tear before pressing another kiss to your cheek, his lips against your warm skin as he whispers a loving, 'You don't have to thank me, sweetness'

You remember something that Leon told you once about ‘taking it one step at a time’ and his words warm you as you shrug off the jacket. You know insecurities aren’t a thing that can be broken overnight, it's something you had to work through, so, you’ll take it one step at a time.

Leon’s hand rests against the small of your back in a comforting manner as you both walk side by side, “You know, I think I might need your help, sweetheart, Chris was beating my ass in frisbee” he says, looking over at you as you giggle, saying something about how you’d ‘love to be on his team’

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[silvercap]

⚫️ <- close as I could get sjdbd. A CONTINUTION OF THE NIVANNEDY POISONING ONE PERHAPS?! 👉👈

Sure!!!! (Prompts)

Part 1 Part 2

⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey

The flight from the BSAA base in South America takes over twelve hours, including a layover, enough time to read a full novel or watch a marathon of movies.

Piers does none of those things. Chris keeps shooting him looks as he stares blankly at the screen attached to the back of the economy seat in front of him, his knee jogging anxiously as he fights the urge to check his phone for the millionth time, the voicemail from Ingrid Hunnigan saying that his fiancé had almost died of an attempted poisoning ringing in his ears. She'd said he was stable, but all Piers can picture is the worst, images of Leon sick and dying in an ICU bed tormenting him every time he closes his eyes. What if he deterioirates before Piers has a chance to get there? He's letting his thoughts get away from him, he knows, but it's hard when he can't even focus on anything but how much longer the flight will take.

The entire trip through the airport happens in a haze of sleep deprivation with Chris at his elbow, guiding him towards the doors with murmured words that never really register in Piers' mind. He finds himself in a taxi, somehow, and then he's pulling up to the DSO hospital a block from their headquarters, practically throwing his change at the driver before he rushes for the reception desk with a sort of strangled politeness undermined by the adrenaline thrumming in his veins. He hadn't taken the time to unwind properly after the mission, which is probably why he bursts into Leon's room panting and panicked, skidding to a halt and wildly taking in the scene in front of him with an appraisal he'd usually save for the battlefield.

Leon looks up from the tray of hospital food tucked over his lap, spoon in hand where he's started with the pudding instead of his actual meal, blinking in surprise. He's pale, Piers recognizes frantically, but strong enough that he's sitting upright on his own, relief drawing skittering claws down Piers' back at the delicate smile that quirks at Leon's lips.

"Hi," he says happily.

At his bedside, Ingrid Hunnigan turns to look at Piers. Whatever she sees makes her stand with a knowing tilt of her head, gesturing towards the chair as Piers' knees unlock and he stumbles toward the bed where Leon is grinning up at him with an adoring expression. His eyes are glassy up close, cheeks shiny with the medical tape holding his oxygen cannula in place, but he sets down the spoon and pushes the tray to the side with convincingly sober dexterity.

"Baby," Piers says desperately, and then Leon is filling his arms, solid and warm and trembling. He clutches Leon tight to his chest, stroking over his hair with a sob. "Sweetheart, I'm here. I'm here. Are you--are you okay?"

He pulls back slightly enough to hold Leon up by the shoulders, who's hazy expression has turned to one of concern. He reaches up a slender hand to brush wonderingly at the tears on Piers' cheek, brows furrowing.

"I'm fine," he says, like there's no other answer he should be giving. His hospital gown bunches as he slips the hand to the back of Piers' neck, pulling him in so their foreheads can touch. "It's okay. Hunnigan helped me."

"Baby," Piers whispers, not trusting himself to speak. He picks up Leon's other hand to press a kiss to his knuckles, belatedly realizing that it's Piers who's trembling.

"I'm okay," Leon repeats, solemn. Earnest. Piers sobs.

"You scared me," he manages, voice watery. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get here right away, there was a delay, and---"

"I love you," Leon says simply, lolling his head into Piers' palm when he pulls back and shifts to cup Leon's cheek. His movements are sluggish, suggesting that his strange buoyancy is probably slight loopiness from whatever is in his IV, but his voice is firm, certain. Leon smiles when Piers strokes over his hair again, those luminous blue eyes and perfect cheekbones still so gorgeous even in sickness.

"I love you too," Piers whispers, fresh tears pricking his eyelids. "I love you so much, baby. I've got you, okay?"

[charcuteriecrab]

Please Don't Leave Me (Part 3)

A Resident Evil fic request

For @leonisdumbasallhell

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries, bodily fluids

Tags: Married Chreon, Infection, Major Character Injury

Word Count: 1424

Part 3/? Part 1 <-Previous | Next ->

Leon’s head fucking hurt.

It felt like a thick, hazy veil was wrapped around his brain, squeezing tight and constricting his every thought. What happened? Why did his head hurt so bad? And why was he so hot? He hissed, bringing his hand up to rub his throbbing scalp—

A hand grabbed his, stopping him, and Leon’s eyes fluttered open to a dimmed room, dark enough to be comfortable for his eyes, but he couldn't see his surroundings very well. What—

“Don’t, Leon, you’re hurt,” a deep voice murmured softly, the sound not hurting Leon’s ears like he thought it would. The sweet tone was familiar and he found himself leaning towards the words, something wet falling from his forehead with a plop. 

“Chris?” he groaned, each breath he made a struggle, his ribs protesting with every inhalation, but knowing that his husband was at his side made him feel better. Clearly, he got injured during the mission somehow. That explained the pain he was in. “What happened?” 

The man made a face of worry, his expression visible in the white light coming from a computer monitor at his side as he grabbed a damp rag from the bed. It must have been what fell from his head. “You don’t remember?” he asked, frowning.

No…he didn’t. All he remembered was the start of the mission…splitting up to better scan the area for the target. He didn’t want to, but he eventually agreed it was their best chance at getting in and getting out as fast as possible. After that was…nothing. He made a sound of discomfort, straining to try and remember—

“Hey hey, it’s okay, baby,” Chris said, grabbing and squeezing Leon’s hand, his husband’s fingers calloused and firm, and he sighed deeply at the touch, relaxing his shoulders back. “Don’t hurt yourself. Your memory will come back eventually.”

Leon closed his eyes for a moment, licking his cracked lips, tasting the metal tang of blood. “I remember us splitting up, but nothing after that…" he told Chris, memories of the man waving at him with a smile as they went in opposite directions the last thing he could picture. "What happened to me?”

Chris’s eyes glazed over in an expression Leon would best describe as haunted and he stared at a fixed point on the bed, heaving a slow exhale. “When you didn’t show up to the rendezvous point, I tried to contact you on the comms—you told me you were hit in the head and…infected.”

Leon’s eyes widened. Infected? Memories of Spain flooded his mind, the aching feeling of something foreign under his skin, of the parasite in his chest cavity gnawing away at his insides and leaving him nauseous and weak. He swallowed back the bile the thought brought, blinking away his discomfort.

“I found you laying in a pool of your own blood with a nasty head wound and a deep gash in your arm.” Chris stopped for a moment. “Your veins—they were so dark, I-I thought I was going to lose you.”

Leon let out a shaky breath, reaching a hand to cup Chris’s cheek, prickly stubble brushing against his palm. “I’m here.” He ignored his clearly visible veins, not daring to look. He was sure his whole body looked like that.

Chris placed his hand over Leon’s, smiling, eyes glassy. “I know. But you scared me.”

Leon frowned, gaze falling to the bed. “I’m sorry.”

The man shook his head, lifting Leon’s chin up to look at him and saying firmly, “It’s not your fault.”

If only Leon could remember if it was or not. It took a lot to get the jump on him. Either someone very skilled attacked him, or he made a stupid mistake. Regardless of the cause, he still failed and got himself fucking hurt, leaving Chris and the others vulnerable. 

Sweat streamed into his eye and Leon whined, leaning back into the pillow and taking a moment to breathe. “I’m hot.” He cautiously wiped at his brow, wary of the wound and Chris's gaze.

“That’s the fever. You're fighting off whatever got into you at the docks. Rebecca thinks it's a mutated version of the T-virus, or something new, but she’s testing it right now to make sure.” Chris looked like he was about to cry and Leon’s heart hurt at the pain on his husband’s face. He hated seeing Chris in pain. “Do you want me to get Rebecca?” 

“No, don’t bother her, it’s fine.” He didn't want to take her away from her work, especially since it was all for Leon anyway. He could handle this on his own. It was just a fever.

The man turned to look at the monitor set up beside the bed, monitoring his vitals, he assumed. “Your fever’s rising. Up to 102.1 now. Those meds must have worn off or they aren’t working anymore.” He sounded panicky, but turned to Leon with a calmness he knew was a mask. “I need to re-wet that rag. I’ll be right back, if you need me, yell. I’m only down the hall.”

Leon nodded with a hum. "Okay."

Chris left the room, bright, warm light streaming into the room and Leon closed his eyes as the pain in his head skyrocketed. As fast as the light appeared, it went back to darkness with the click of the door. Leon was alone now, and he tried not to let himself panic. Chris was coming back. 'He's just down the hall,' he told himself.

Leon sniffed in shakily. He couldn't remember a time he felt this sick before, at least not in front of Chris. The worst he got was a cold every couple of years. Claire would always make fun of him for never getting sick, lamenting about her yearly flu whenever Leon was in town for it. He brought soup and flu medicine and they would watch movies together, sometimes with Chris if he was with him. The last time Leon felt anywhere close to this was when he had the Plagas in him, which incidentally, was the last time he was infected. Sometimes he thought he could still feel it wriggling around inside of him, latched onto his spinal cord as it grew inside his chest cavity.

Leon could tell he had bruised ribs—not broken because he could still move around without too much pain in his chest, but his head, God, it felt like a hoard of zombies were slamming into his skull. There was a bandage around his temples, the wound pulsing, and every thought and movement threatened to send bile up his throat. He knew nausea usually accompanied concussions but fuck it hurt. Leon swallowed once again, the taste of stomach acid on his tongue as a wave of pain shot through his abdomen.

He breathed shallowly, trying not to throw up. He didn't want to make a mess for Chris. His stomach churned and Leon groaned, clutching his belly with a tight grip. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His mouth turned hot and he gasped for air, leaning over the side of the bed before his stomach clenched, spasming, and he expelled whatever he ate last all over the floor. He coughed, sucking in air in large gulps. Fuck.

The door clicked and light steamed in, but Leon was too weak to move from where he lay and everything hurt.

"Oh shit, Leon." Footsteps rushed to his side and hands grabbed at his head gently, rubbing his cheek. Leon whined at the movement, closing his eyes. "Hey, baby, you okay?"

Leon tried to shake his head but couldn't. It was like his body didn't want to respond to his wishes, heat coming off his skin in waves. Chris made a sound of distress and moved him into his back again, the pillow behind him soaked with chilled sweat. 

"Lee, honey, can you hear me?"

Leon tried to show he could, his eyelids fluttering but never fully opening, to his dismay. He groaned, hoping that would work. 

"I-I'm going to call Rebecca," Chris said, voice wavering. He could hear the tears in his eyes. "Your fever's getting too high."

That made sense. His chest felt like it was on fire and each breath sent searing pain through his body. His head swam and he felt like he was falling down a deep chasm, unable to move as darkness crept into his vision until there was nothing at all, the concerned voices around him fading away into the void.

He exhaled. And then everything went black.

[ashiemochi]

aphrotitty - xxxviii (i)

✠ Aphrotitty ↳ Don’t do anything stupid ↳↳ does something stupid

~~ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ~~ genre: fluff, a slice of life, angst, gore at some point, smut/suggestive themes ~~ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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The thirty-eighth time Leon saw her, it was a Friday evening around six o’clock; the night before Christmas. He had never ever seen such a rowdy neighbourhood – he could practically hear the cheers and Christmas music echo around him. All that was missing was snow, but it rarely ever snows in Los Angeles; and all they’ve got is rain, rain, and more rain.

Leon checked the last text So Ah had sent him as he made his way to the front door; my parents are coming tomorrow with my siblings so I’m a bit all over the place tonight. Think you could come over? I’ve got dairy-free-yuck hot chocolate :)

How could he ever say no?

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The South Korean girl ran her hand through her hair for the nth time nervously out of habit. Her eyes ran over the decorations one more time; still looking as perfect as ever, having scanned them an unfathomable amount of times since the day she had put them up.

“Okay, okay, they’re coming tomorrow and it’s going to be fine.” So Ah muttered to herself before a sense of dread washed over her, “Wait eggnog’s in the fridge right?”

Before So Ah could head to the kitchen for the god-knows-how-many-time, a doorbell rang her out of her anxiety consumed constant checkups.

She rubbed her sweaty palms on her black jeans as she made her way to her front door, fixing her baby blue knitted sweater. Swinging the door open, a huge sigh of relief left her body at the sight of the man she needed.

“You look like a nervous wreck; what is it? Glad to see me?” Leon teased, entering the house and away from the pouring rain.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” She smiled nervously at him, shutting the door behind him to once again fill the atmosphere with warmth from the heater and she made her way to the kitchen to quench her anxious thoughts, “Last time I’ve been this jittery was during high school's prom.”

Leon followed her, eyes taking in the decorations in the living room from his point of view, no longer being separated by the phone’s screen, “Well, everything seems to be in order, so why are you nervous?”

She poked her head out of the fridge, sighing in relief when she saw the numerous cups of eggnog; still in the same place ten minutes ago.

“I... I don’t know.” She admitted as Leon came into the kitchen, “I guess I haven’t seen them since August and I want to make an impression, you know?”

“Yeah,” He nodded understandingly, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, “From what you’ve told me, your parents are hard to impress.”

His eyes glanced at her wringing hands as she would look out into her living room to check from afar if anything was off.

“Hey,” Her attention snapped back to him at that tender tone, seeing the reassuring smile on his face, “Cut yourself some slack, you’ll do fine.”

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered both in anxiety and in warmth and she stammered, glancing at the living room then back at him, “Come see.”

She grabbed onto his upper arm and he let her pull him to the living room.

Leon looked down at her with confused eyes then back up at the beautiful sight he saw on that video call. The fairy lights were on, blinking from time to time and giving the tree an overall warm look. The tree was adorned in ornaments and tinsels, along with polaroid pictures of family memories.

Colourful stockings and bells were hung around, going well with the minimal tinsels she had used. Just right above the fireplace was a medium-sized Christmas wreath and in the middle of the opening, a small snowman plush sat; most likely from one of her collections.

Mini trees were scattered around in an organized way and finally, a Christmas ball on the shelf underneath the flat TV and above the fireplace; overall, everything just looked perfect and exerted the Christmassy vibe to the point.

“I don’t see anything wrong.” Leon returned his eyes down to her and she only frowned.

“You don’t see anything wrong?” So Ah repeated in disbelief.

He chuckled, “That’s what I just said, buttercup.”

Her anxiety faltered just a little at the new pet name before gesturing to the coffee table which had two mini Christmas trees on top of a white table cover with a closed glass bowl in the middle that held cookies and gingerbreads, “You don’t think that’s too much?”

“Sweetheart –”

“Because I swear, I’ve arranged that stupid table too many times and –”

“So Ah –”

“And the gifts...” She rambled, pointing to the groups of perfectly wrapped boxes of gifts but to her, they seemed chaotic.

“I can’t decide whether it’d be big boxes in the back with the small ones in front of them or big ones at the front with the small ones on top of them –”

“Hey –”

“I mean, my parents are all about presentation and I don’t wanna disappoint –”

“So Ah!” She was silenced immediately when his hands were set on her shoulders and he got to her vision, eyes peering straight into hers.

“Relax, alright?” Leon coaxed, hands gently tightening their grip before sliding them down to her upper arms and he smiled to reassure her.

“You did a pretty damn good job doing all of this on your own; give yourself some credit, okay?”

She went quiet before taking a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm down her fast-beating heart. His eyes were too kind and gazed at her in utter warmth. Not only was she overridden with anxiety at the current situation, but she knew she had little to no guts to ask him about the unkissed kiss.

So she resorted to never bringing it up - maybe later when she's more sure of his feelings towards her.

“O... Okay...” She breathed out and he nodded as if encouraging her to relax.

“There you go,” He gave her a proud grin as his thumbs mindlessly caressed her skin through her sweater, “That’s better, right?”

A tired giggle left through her lips, shyly looking up at him.

“I’m... Sorry.” She apologized, cheeks going red in embarrassment, “It’s just... It’s a bit stressful.”

“Yeah, I bet.” He hummed before an idea popped in his head, “How about something warm? It’ll help you calm down.”

“Oh, uhm, yeah.” She cleared her throat, eyes going down when she noticed his hands were still on her arms, butterflies going wilder at this point and she stepped back much to her dismay; “There’s hot chocolate in the kettle. I’ll go get it.”

She turned to go back to the kitchen to prep the tray, and then probably check onto the eggnogs again; seriously, are they still in there or did I hallucinate?

Leon let out a bunch of tsks and set both hands on her shoulders to stop her, “Nope, you’ll sit down and take a deep breath.” He began leading her away to the couch then gently pushed her down.

“But Leon, I can’t –” She grabbed onto his hand to try and stop him, feeling guilt crawling up her back but he shook his head, seemingly dead set onto his choice.

“You’ve done enough, So Ah.” He gave her a wink with that cheeky smile of his; “Can’t have you exhausting yourself, now can I?”

She had no choice but to let him go and he disappeared out of the living room and to the kitchen. She let out a sigh, trying to actually calm down as her eyes caught red crescent moons dug into her palms; most likely from how hard she was clenching her hands.

Her thoughts trailed away to her family as she inhaled in oxygen to hold; sure her brother and sister would love the decor that she had done on her own, but her parents were... Something else.

Having grown with highly educated parents who’re into science and such, getting them impressed by design or art was a bit difficult. Out of every portrait or painting she had done, only one made it to the wall of honour; and it was her first portrait of her mom.

She remembers her own father commissioning her to design the layout of a new Green Life branch he was planning on doing; knowing damn well that she wasn’t an architect. She practically spent an entire month studying a whole new form of art to finish the design. When she showed it to him, he didn’t show much expression nor did he say much, but she’d like to believe she saw a small impressed smile when he said: Good work.

The next day, her mom bought her a brand new set of oil colours and an envelope from her dad; the payment for the commission. Sure, her dad wasn’t the most emotionally available person, but he was acknowledging her existence.

Still, that did not stop her rattling nerves; God knows what they will think of what she had prepared. Maybe this time they would appreciate her efforts.

“That doesn’t look like you’re calming down.”

The honeyed voice yanked her back down from her clouds and she looked over at him, seeing him holding onto two mugs as Leon sat down next to her and offered her the pink mug whilst he took the blue one.

She let out a nervous breathily laugh, taking the mug with both hands to at least stop clenching them.

“I’m still a bit on edge, I guess...” So Ah admitted, looking down at her hot chocolate, seeing he had plopped marshmallows into it and she smiled.

“With all the effort you’ve put to this place, I doubt they’d have anything to criticise.” He chimed up as he brought up the mug to his lips, “Hell, even I’m impressed with what you’ve done.”

“Guess you weren’t avoiding me after all.” Leon subtly smirked at her to which she gasped lightly, shaking her head profusely.

“What? No! I would never do that at all!” She confessed before frowning a little, “I’ve just been busy and –”

“Relax, buttercup, I’m just teasing ya.” He laughed, his free hand coming up to ruffle her hair, “I know I’m too irresistible for you to ignore.”

She blushed at this, not really denying the idea, and jokingly snapped back, “You’re horrible.”

“Only trying to lighten up the mood.” He chuckled, giving her an innocent smug look before taking a sip from his warm drink then his eyes widened up in surprise, tasting the sweet liquor in it.

“Oh, wow, did not expect that, what is it?”

She giggled at his reaction, more when he took another bigger sip.

“Amaretto and cinnamon; I don’t make it much but it is Christmas night, isn’t it?”

A hummed uh-huh came from him, still drinking before he let out a sigh and licked his lips for any residue.

“You got that right, damn...” He grumbled lowly in an impressed tone.

Her eyes gazed at him, amused but also she felt pride in her hot chocolate drink.

One thing she didn’t like was the fact she only made one kettle, and it was dairy-free. God knows how much she loves heavy cream milk – but for Leon and this stupid lactose intolerance, she was more than willing to switch things up for him.

Yeah, she could’ve made another kettle for hot chocolate milk; but those maybe-non-existent eggnogs in the fridge kept bugging her mind along with the decorations.

“Oh, right, I got you something.” Leon sat the half-drunken mug onto the table and she straightened up in surprise at this.

“Really?” She voiced her excitement as he pulled out a hand-sized box wrapped in black with a golden ribbon.

“It’s part of a bigger gift so technically,” Leon grinned, offering it to her as she looked down at it then back at him, “You can open it now.”

“Oh, Leon, you shouldn’t have...” She breathed out, setting down her mug.

He smiled gingerly at her, “I want to.”

A small pout was on her lips with a faint smile as she carefully took it from his hand as if it would suddenly break. It felt light, maybe a tick on the heavy side; but overall, she could just guess it would be a chain or some sort of an accessory.

“Go on.” He urged as he took his drink back with his eyes set on her in amusement and slight excitement to see her reaction, “It won’t open by itself.”

She giggled at that before she unwrapped the ribbon followed by the black wrapper, revealing a red velvet box. The moment she opened it, her eyes widened and a gasp left through her lips.

It was a thin silver bracelet with blue gems minimally adorning it, making it pop with the birthstones. Though the whole thing was simple, it looked expensive.

“Leon...” She awed as she gently took it out, putting the box down and watched the end of the chain dangle with a small star.

Her heart was pounding as the butterflies returned to flutter around wildly at the gesture. She wasn’t expecting a gift from anyone – especially not him.

“Take a look inside.” Leon nodded at the bracelet with now a smile at her reaction – and those red cheeks.

She blinked at him in confusion then flipped the bracelet to the other side and laughed, seeing to my Aphro-titty with a small heart carved at the end, “Oh no, Leon.”

“I got it custom-made.” He told her, “Let’s just say the jewellery guy didn’t really have that kind of humour.”

Chuckling, he remembered the strange look he got from the guy as he wrote down the details Leon wanted on the bracelet.

“It’s broken humour at this point.” She remarked and he laughed, agreeing with her.

“Here, let me...”

She handed it to him and he unchained it then she rolled up her sleeve enough to show her wrist, which already had a golden bracelet of her own. She could practically feel the heat and the presence coming off of his hands as he clipped the hook; which led to her feeling the coolness of it all.

Her hand stayed in his as her orbs admired the bracelet before their eyes met; cinnamon and ice. Her lips formed into a delighted loving smile as she whispered, “Thank you, Leon; I love it.”

He gave her that charming smile of his, “No problem at all.” Then it settled onto a teasing one, “Where’s my gift?”

“Wait.” She jumped off, heading to the tree and picked up the biggest one of all that was leaning against the wall.

It was three feet in width and probably two in height – doesn’t matter, that motherfucker was big. It had a weight to it too, noticing her slight huffs as she faced him with it. She grinned when she saw that childish glint in those blues as he took in the giant gift.

“Wow... Is this what you’ve been working on?” Leon recalled, looking up at her and she nodded, giving it a glimpse as she carefully held it in her hands and set it onto the ground for some weight support.

“It needed a whole new painting technique and such but...” She smiled giddily, “I hope you like it.”

“Well, one way to find out.” He grinned cheekily and went to take it from her but she shook her head, clicking her tongue; the sounds making his hands stop mid-air in confusion.

“Unlike the gift you’ve given me, this is in fact not part of any bigger gift.”

“So...” He raised his eyebrows as he gave her an expectant look to continue.

“So, you can’t open it... For now.” She added with a teasing tone in her voice and he let out a breathily chuckle, leaning back against the couch as if defeated.

She dragged the wrapped up painting to the other couch, leaning it against it before returning to her seat next to him, curling up her legs onto the couch and she took her mug to drink, unaware of the adoration and the loving gaze coming from him.

“What’s the other part of the gift?” She suddenly asked, remembering what he said about the bracelet being the smaller part of it and he laughed, throwing his head back at her question.

So Ah blinked at this, feeling her cheeks blushing at the melody of his happy sound. It was low but the good kind, not the one that sounds like Santa Clause but also not the one that sounds like a drill to the wall. It brought her serotonin from just hearing it; it was... Warm.

“Santa never reveals his gifts too early, buttercup.” Leon countered with a wink and she grumbled, pouting at him.

“Fair enough...”

✠✠

“Damn, the weight on this thing...”

Leon was back home, having to cover the gift with his jacket and book it to his house which wasn’t really that far – but running with a toddler weighted canvas under the pouring rain was just a whole ‘nother level of stress. Yeah, Leon was a hunk of a gorgeous man, but the jacket barely covered squat of the gift.

The second he was in the confines of his warm and dry house, he put down the canvas, breathing a little heavily at the tiny exercise he just did. Kicking off his boots, he hung the jacket and picked up the canvas to set it on the kitchen counter and inspected it.

The gift wrapper was a classic Christmas one – red with bells, reindeers, snowmen, Santa Clause and all that fun holiday stuff. Humming, he saw a folded card stuck to the top corner of the canvas and he opened it with his index and middle fingers.

Thought you’d like to have a piece of your safe space at home -Your Aphro-titty <3

A chuckle left through his lips at this, smiling at the small cute heart that she had drawn. Thinking about what to do, impatience ran its course and he found his fingers inching to the corner of the wrapper that was poking out; then his ringtone filled the empty space around him.

“Missed me already?” Leon teased, setting one hand on his hip with his eyes on the hidden canvas.

“Don’t act like you’re innocent!” So Ah scolded but he could hear the smile on her playful tone.

“What do you mean?”

“I see you through the window! You were going to open the gift, weren’t you?!”

He blinked at that and looked out of the window, seeing So Ah standing in her kitchen behind her window and gazing at him with a pout-smile – and he laughed.

“Ah, well aren’t you a stalker?” He moved close to the window, grinning smugly at her becoming flustered.

“It’s bad luck to open the gifts before Christmas.”

“Really? Says who?” He countered and she visibly looked surprised.

“Well... I... Isn’t that why we open gifts on Christmas and not before?” She asked, now confused as her eyes glanced off to the side then back at him.

“Who knows.” He shrugged before giving her a playful teasing smile, “But I’ll humour you this time.”

“It’s just... It’s better if you open it on Christmas...”She trailed away with a shy smile to which he chuckled at.

“I’m just kidding, So Ah. I’ll open it tomorrow, no promises though.” He winked at the end and she giggled but it was clear her attention was on something else.

“I’m trusting you on this one.” She pointedly said before looking to the side with distant eyes.

“Are you looking at those gifts again?”

Seeing her embarrassed eyes was an answer to his question.

“I just... Aren’t the bigger gifts supposed to be in the back?”

“Hey, everything’s going to be okay, alright?” He reassured her with a comforting smile.

During the time with her, he ended up suggesting putting the bigger boxes to the front with some small ones on top of it and the rest on the ground next to the bigger ones. It ended up looking eye-pleasing but her anxiety and need for perfection kept bugging her mind.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, nodding, “Alright... Yeah, you’re right... Maybe I should get some sleep.”

“Okay,” He straightened up with a sigh, “Good night, buttercup.”

“Good night, Leon.”

They both hung up with a smile and she waved timidly at him before walking off then the kitchen went dark. With now a lingering grin on his lips, he made his way back to the counter to pick up the canvas.

He went to the living room and propped it up against the wall. Curiosity was killing him on the inside at this point but he quickly made his way up to his bedroom whilst shaking his head.

“Not today.”

[sparkie96]

“Don’t be nervous, you can come closer” Chreon 💜

Continuation of the “Beauty and the Beast AU” and Prompt: “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer.” Chreon for #WIPWednesday

Part One:

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Chris seemed to calm down immensely since Leon entered his cell and began visiting him after work, same with Claire in between her work with TerraSave. There were even days where Leon and/or Claire would sleep over in the barracks. Both helped Chris try to remember who he was and stayed with him when treatment began. Leon even brought dinner and ate with the tyrant in his cell, talking as though nothing had changed. Chris seemed to respond positively to the interactions, not becoming violent or acting out during the day. He seemed to be getting better, but he wouldn’t get too close to either Leon or Claire, keeping to himself in the corner. 

Jill and Rebecca were still a tad wary about letting either of them sleep in the actual cell with Chris, mainly because the Tyrant seemed to act up at night. The Tyrant would often wake up and react almost violently, roaring out and banging on the walls of his cell. He would attack any soldiers that entered his cell until they were able to sedate him. Claire thought the reason for that was because he was distressed about Leon not being there with him at night. Chris was probably suffering from night terrors or haunting memories of his time at the facility and needed some comfort. 

“Maybe try letting Leon sleep in the cell next to Chris’s?” Claire proposed one day after her visit, “Chris would never hurt him even if Leon was allowed to sleep in his cell, and maybe Leon could keep him calm?”  

Jill and Rebecca exchanged leary looks, Jill scratching the back of her neck while Rebecca looked over her clipboard, “I don’t know…” Rebecca admitted, “As nice as that sounds, it still sounds a bit risky.” 

“Never know unless we try…” Claire said, “Chris is still in there and Leon would be able to take care of himself if something did happen.” 

Though still a bit unsure, during Leon’s visit, Jill mentioned the idea to Leon. To her surprise, or maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised to begin with, Leon agreed to the idea. He said that not only would it help Chris sleep better at night and prevent his violent episodes, but he also admitted that he missed Chris at night. 

“Maybe it would be good for the both of us.” Leon had said to them. 

So, after making the arrangements, and moving some stuff into Chris’s cell, Leon was all settled in, trying out his cot. Chris watched curiously from his little corner of the cell, the tyrant reminded Leon of a shy and scared little kid. Jill laid down the ground rules for this “Sleep Over”, talking more so to Chris than Leon. She hated talking down to him, but his new form intimidated her and she wanted to make sure the message stuck. Leon could handle things himself, but a tyrant was still pretty unpredictable...and Chris had been just that. 

“I know, Big Guy.” She said, gently patting his cheek, “We’ll get you back to normal...promise. You were there for me...so I’m gonna try to be here for you more often.” 

Though a part of her scolded herself. Chris hadn’t been like that with her when they were in Africa. He had been patient and persistent, not stopping until he was able to break through to her and break her free of her mental prison and that damned P30 device. He had gone to Hell and back for her...so...maybe she should get over her fears and just treat him like he was still himself. She had sighed, looking up at Chris with a smile. She gently offered a hand, the tyrant looking down at it before lowering his head. His cheek laid against the palm of her hand as blank eyes watched her. 

The tyrant blinked in response, his lip twitching upward a bit, but seemingly unable to smile. Jill smiled, giving a nod of understanding before backing up, looking to Leon. She asked if he was absolutely sure he would be okay. Leon gave a nod and a thumbs up, reassuring her that he was a big boy and could handle himself. 

“Okay...well, goodnight, you two.” She said with a wave, “Buzz or holler if you need anything.” 

With that, she made her exit, leaving Leon alone with Chris. Leon looked to Chris, standing up from the cot and slowly approaching Chris. Chris hadn’t moved, sitting in the corner and simply watching. His legs were curled up to his chest in a defensive manner as his hands sat upon his knees. 

Seeing as how Chris wasn’t going to open up, Leon stopped in front of him, “You don’t have to be scared of me, bud. I’m not gonna hurt you.” 

The tyrant blinked before slowly shaking his head. He pointed from himself to Leon, the agent canting his head, “...you’re afraid of hurting me?” 

Chris nodded, pointing at Leon and then at his own chest, right where his heart was. Leon nodded, seemingly understanding what Chris was saying. He was afraid of hurting Leon because he loved him. So, he kept to himself for Leon’s safety. 

“You could never hurt me,” Leon began, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Chris, “So...why don’t I prove it to you?” 

Now it was Chris’s turn to cant his head in curiosity. Leon explained that he was going to sit in front of Chris and let the tyrant touch him, to show him that Chris could control himself and not hurt Leon. The tyrant sort of made a face, making Leon chuckle, “Not like that, perv.” 

“Here,” Leon stood, going to the leg, that was almost as big as him, before climbing it, “Why don’t I sit up...here.” He sat down on Chris’s knee, “There...whoa!” 

Leon braced himself as Chris’s leg slid forward, falling flat with a loud bang on to the floor. Leon sort of bounced, looking up at Chris in surprise. The leg moved to the side, as if trying to slide Leon off of it. It was like Chris couldn’t trust himself to have Leon so close to his face, or close to him at all, so he did everything in his power to not let Leon near him. He was so afraid of himself…that he didn’t trust himself either. 

“Hey,” Leon said up to the tyrant, standing before Chris while not making any effort to move off of his knee, “It’s okay...I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” 

Chris tried to get Leon off of his leg once more, but Leon wouldn’t budge. He didn’t want Chris to be afraid at all. He wanted the man to believe in himself. At the same time...he couldn’t force Chris either. Looking up at those sad eyes, Leon gave a sigh before climbing off of his knee. The tyrant folded his leg up to his chest again, going back to keeping to his corner. Leon went back to sitting cross-legged in front of him, simply looking back at him as he sat his head in his fists. 

The silence between them was heavy, the air filled with the white noise of the air conditioning running and the buzzing of the fluorescent lights. They sat there, watching one another, Leon trying to figure out how to get Chris to open up to him. His heart hurt seeing Chris act like this, wanting to do something, but feeling helpless. Leon sniffled back tears that threatened to fall, cursing as one rolled down his cheek anyway. 

He didn’t flinch when he saw movement, out of the corner of his eye. A giant finger tentatively reaching forward and gently wiping away the tear, simultaneously brushing his hair from his eyes. Leon looked up, watching as the tyrant went to pull back, but froze, as if caught. Sniffling back more tears, Leon gave a small reassuring smile, wiping away the tears with the back of the sleeve of his sweatshirt. 

“I-It’s okay…” Leon said softly, “You can come closer…” 

Chris seemed to gain a bit more confidence, moving himself around until he too sat cross-legged in front of Leon. One giant hand slowly moved toward him once more, gently reaching for Leon. Leon sat up a bit straighter, looking down and shifting as the hand slipped under him. A second hand joined the first, cupping together so that Leon was sitting in the palms of Chris’s hands. 

Leon chuckled as Chris pulled him in closer, “Or...I can come to you.”

[momokodoll]

A Night to Remember (Part I)

Summary: Ending up sandwiched between Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield wasn't your initial plan but who can complain?

Pairing: Chris Redfield/Reader/Leon Kennedy

Warning: This is porn. Pure porn. Nothing else.

Note: This piece was inspired by an ask @imagineleonkennedy received on their blog. 

Being sandwiched between two of the most attractive men you had ever met was not how you pictured you'd be spending your evening.

Earlier you had been at some bar with them, sharing drinks and laughs. It was lots of fun. You could literally feel the stress melting off of you each time Chris or Leon smiled at you. Somehow you had ended up back at one of their apartments and now you smelled like the perverted perfume of sex and male musk. Not that you minded. They were on either side of you on the bed, fast asleep. You didn't want to wake them up so getting out of bed proved to be somewhat of a task. You slowly edged toward the end of the bed. When you reached your destination, you carefully arose and began to search for your clothes. You found them in a pile near the dresser. You picked up your lilac and black lace g-string and started pulling it up your legs. For the first time, you noticed the feeling of the sexual fluids that remained between your thighs. You closed your eyes and conjured up the events of last night in your mind, reminiscing them. Leon's voice brought you out of your nostalgia.

“Hey sweetheart, how ya doin’?” He smiled at you. His voice was still full of sleep. You finished pulling up your panties and sauntered towards him.

“I'm fantastic.” You really packed the emphasis on ‘fantastic’. “How about you, Mr. Kennedy?”

“I can honestly say the same.” He ran his hand along the curve of your hip a few times before cupping your ass and pulling you towards him. You giggled and toppled onto him. He rolled you over so he was on top. Somehow all of this hadn't woken up Chris. He was on his side, out cold. You looked at him and giggled. You felt Leon's hand cup your cheek. He careened your face so you were looking at him.

“Look at me not him, princess.” He stroked your cheek.

“But we mustn't wake the sleeping giant,” you said, your voice mocking. Leon smirked at you.

“Then you better be quiet.” He latched his lips onto yours and put his hand down your panties.

“Leon!” You gasped, but it was stifled by his kiss. He ran his hand up and down your slit, teasing you. You bucked your hips into his hand, willing to do anything to get the pressure you needed. He pulled his hand away and cupped your sex. He broke the kiss.

“Quiet,” he grunted before attaching his mouth to your neck. He thrust two of his fingers into your core and used his free hand to fondle your naked breasts. You put your hands over your mouth to keep yourself quiet. He moved his head to suck on your nipple and began to rub the rough padding of his thumb over your clit. You bucked and moaned into your palm. You felt yourself reaching your peak. Leon continued his minstrations and right when you were about to come ceased them. He pulled away and looked at his hands, admiring the evidence of your desire on his hands. You heard him chuckle. You sat up quickly.

“Leon!” You yelled, not giving a fuck if you woke up Chris or any neighbors. He simply smiled at you and licked his fingers, maintaining eye contact the whole time. You felt your pussy throbbing. He then glanced at something to the right of you. You turned your head to see what he was looking at. Chris was looking at you both, a smug look on his face.

“You couldn't wait for me?” He ran his hands through his hair.

“Nope,” Leon answered mirroring Chris’ look.

“Well I think I'll jump in then,” he looked at you. “[Y/N]?” You blinked for a moment, not knowing why he said your name. Then it hit you. He was asking if it was alright with you. What a gentlemen. You latched your lips onto his without saying anything. You cupped his face, kissing him hungrily. He reciprocated your actions by wrapping his hands around your hips to pull you nearer to him. You moved to straddle him. You felt his cock hard against your center. You grinded against his erection. He tightened his grip and ground you down. You moved your hand down to your panties and pulled them aside, then moved to straddle Chris’ cock. You sank down on him and threw your head back. Before you started moving, you felt Leon put his head on your shoulder. You felt him rub something against your ass and you figured it was lube.

“This is okay, right honey?” You nodded. He slid in. It hurt a bit but you accommodated to the stretch. All of you sat unmoving for a time until Leon broke the silence.

“Is it alright for me to move?”

“Mhm,” you all but moaned.

You let Chris and Leon ‘manhandle’ you. You knew you couldn't do it yourself. You felt like you were going to melt. You were overstimulated. Leon slowly pumped in and out of your ass while Chris pulled you up and down his length. The two men had a sort of system going. You felt their cocks entering and leaving you. Your body was aching for release and it had been ever since Leon deprived you of it earlier. You felt yourself getting closer and closer. Your moans were growing louder and louder. You heard someone - you weren't sure who - grunting. You had lost all sense of direction. Then it hit. You threw your head back and went limp screaming out your release. It wasn't long before you felt Leon pull out and release onto your back and Chris blow his load in your cunt. You were covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

Chris pulled out of your center and laid you down on the mattress. You were still breathing heavy and in a sort of a daze. Chris rubbed your shoulder.

“You did good, babe.” He was smiling at you and you returned his smile. You then felt a hand smack your ass. You let out a little squeal. Your head whipped around to look at Leon, who was smirking at you.

“We should do this again sometime. We had one helluva night.”

“For sure,” Chris agreed.

“Okay,” you giggled. You used your hands to sit up. “I don't know about you guys, but I need a shower. I feel all sticky.”

Chris and Leon were more than happy to help you fix that.

[sol-korolevas]

[oblivion seeks warmth]

pairing: leon kennedy x reader x claire redfield; canon-typical violence

you remembered the nights spent between leon’s broad chest and claire’s sinewy body. most importantly, you remembered their warmth. 

“you’re gonna squish me!” you giggled, as both claire and leon hugged you, gently tugging you into their hold. 

“but you’re so soft!” claire would respond with a teasing smile. she would ruffle your hair, a mannerism she learned from chris. 

and then there was leon, who was always content watching you and claire talk. he would press himself against you and skim his nose along your hair, quietly inhaling its scent. 

it had always been a competition between the two to see who you enjoyed hugging more. in the end, the winner became both of them. 

when one was absent, the other took their place and held you during the night. coldness had always been a phobia of yours so you latch onto anything, or anyone, that can take the coldness away. you were no ordinary civilian by any right but you...crave warmth and most of all, a warm touch. 

on a mission to a mansion thought to have been under umbrella control, you accidentally separated yourself from claire and leon.

much to your misfortune, you ran into two undead, one of which scratched you on the arm. 

at first, you thought a fever or cold had stricken you. but, you’ve never felt so strange before. your body felt distant, flickering between yours and–and somebody else’s. 

panic ensued, made only worse by the declining heat you felt within you. 

“claire? leon?” you wandered through the dark corridors, eyes following the stream of light only to realize that the light was just the moon shining through moth-eaten curtains. your arms hung limply to your sides, body hunched low as you walked. 

dimly, you could still hear their voices, urging you forward. 

(name), we won’t be far away. come find us. 

oh right, you were supposed to look for them. 

you thought you remembered a rendezvous point but...you didn’t. 

a horrid shudder ran through your back and you exhaled shakily. what came out was a wheeze that sounded far too inhuman. 

suddenly, you felt a surge of pain like liquid-fire surging through your veins. 

the world goes black. 

when you came to, you were in another part of the mansion-the garden. shivering, you quickly began searching for a place to hide, mind still conscious enough to think about safety. 

then, out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed something. dark veins thread across your arms, a stark contrast against your pallid skin. the moonlight tonight was especially bright that you could make out the green and yellow tint underneath. 

another wheeze tore out of your throat as you lurched forward. 

“claire...? leon...?” though you wanted to scream out their name, your voice was faring no better either. what was once normal was now coarse and rough–it almost sounded feral. 

you knew right then what was happening to you. 

and yet, you wondered. 

why?

why was it you, of all people? 

pushing yourself against a brick wall, you carefully slid down. now it was becoming harder to breathe; you’re swallowing oxygen with your parched lips. a need for something wet, soft, and warm clawed at the back of your mind, forcing strings of saliva to drip down the corners of your mouth. 

then, you noticed two shapes appearing. by now, you were more than ready to die under the salivating jaws of an undead or two. instead, you saw claire and leon, their faces streaked with dirt and dried blood. 

chest rapidly heaving up and down, you held out a hand to them. 

warmth, you thought, you just wanted their warmth. 

“we know (name), we know,” leon said softly, stopping down as he traced his fingers down your palm and arm until his hand slid up to cup your cheeks. “ssh, it’s okay now. claire and i–we will take care of you.”

there was a break in his words, a hesitation. he closed his eyes tight before he reopened them, only to break away to look at claire. 

you felt something stirring within your heart, but it wasn’t anything you’ve felt before. a monster had planted itself within you, desperately trying to shred away your humanity. it growled and it hissed, believing these creatures to be enemies and food source. 

it was only through noticing claire’s red jacket that pushed your humanity out for the briefest of seconds. leon’s hold on your body was tight, almost bruising. and yet, that was the closest feeling to security tonight, to be held so deeply that you felt your bones ache. 

shakily, you held onto leon’s hand, feeling what little warmth your own failing body could feel. at one point, you realized you were crying; but instead of tears, you smelled the coppery scent of blood. 

and then you heard it, a click of the gun. 

the moonlight left and you couldn’t see their faces anymore. 

“sorry, i’m so, so sorry...” claire’s words trailed off as she turned her body. 

a low moan slipped out of you, disappointed. you wanted her to come closer, for them all to come closer. the voice inside your head didn’t know whether you wanted to crawl into their bodies or for them to crawl into yours. as long as you felt warm, it said, then everything would be fine. 

“i...please, warm. i need–i need–” your voice broke as you saw a vague movement before you. 

then, you felt something press against your temple. it felt cold and hard, so you started crying, half-confused and half-terrified, but most of all, that part of you that was no longer you, cried out for blood. 

“ssh, you’ll be warm soon (name), don’t worry.”

leon’s voice, that you still remembered. except there was something broken about it, something that still made you ache deep inside. but you couldn’t find the memory to know why. all you knew was that leon’s voice was here and it sounded off. 

briefly, you thought you felt someone grab a hold of your hand and press a chaste kiss to your fingertips. 

you knew warmth once, you really did. 

but in the end, you couldn’t remember anything of it. 

but a loud noise and a terrible, terrible ringing in your ears and–

[jordandesta]

3 / 27 / 19 ━ your character’s mood for the day. 

01. pure water by mustard, migos. “give me the beat, i ride it like a jetski, so many bad bitches they harassin' me, they like me 'cause i rap and be with the athletes.”

02. fall threw by rich the kid, young thug, gunna. “pull off in that lambo quick, hundred racks and a tec in this bitch, quarter mil' on my necklaces, tell your bitch to stop texting me, i've been living so reckless.”

03. splashin by rich the kid. “i flip the money, got my check up, i'm flexing up, but i'm no wrestler, blue cheese pockets got the extras, i stack the money up like tetris, how I got two-fifty from my neck up? how I made it from the hood to a bent truck?”

04. pure cocaine by lil baby. “when your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast, every day it's gon' rain, made a brick through a brick, i ain't whip up shit, this pure cocaine, yeah.”

05. west coast by g eazy, blueface, allblack, yg. “you can't imagine the way that this cash feelin', don't know what's harder, the first or the last million, my last album took care of my grand children, you try to win, cracked you head on the glass ceiling.”

06. middle child by j. cole. “i just poured somethin' in my cup, i've been wantin' somethin' I can feel, promise I am never lettin' up, money in your palm don't make you real.”

07. legacy by off set, travis scott, 21 savage. “i can't hold nothing back, i won't hold you up, i can't fit all my pain in this styro' cup, always talk to myself 'cause it's only us, always deep in my mind, don't know who to trust.”

08. envy me by calboy. “i was fighting some demons, in the field, bitch, i'm deep in, i was raised in the deep end, i know ****** be sinking.”

3 / 28 / 19 ━ songs that remind your character of their children/child.

for jasmine isabelle desta;

01. violent crimes by kanye west. “father forgive me, i'm scared of the karma, 'cause now i see women as somethin' to nurture, not somethin' to conquer, i hope she like nicki, i'll make her a monster, not havin' menages, i'm just being silly.”

02. when i’m gone by eminem. “have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for not the expression, no, literally give an arm for, when they know they're your heart, and you know you are their armor, and you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her.”

03. may i have this dance by francis and the light, chance the rapper. “you've got your, your mother's eyes, you've got your, your grandmother's ring, you've got your daddy's discernment, giirl, you did your thing, oh, give me one more, one, two, one, two, always on beat.”

04. right by you by john legend. “and even when it all becomes too much, when you're growing old and feeling out of touch, listen to this song and just take care, and know that i will be there...yeah, i promise i will, little girl, i'm cryin'.”

for legend magesty desta;

05. i love you so much by dj khaled, chance the rapper. “whatever you want to do, i will support you forever, one thing i can promise you, i love you forever, you're my son, i love you so much, i love you, son, you're my biggest blessing, mommy, daddy, we love you, we love you forever, son, you're the greatest that ever did it.”

06. only one by kanye west.  “hello my only one, remember who you are, you got the world 'cause you got love in your hands, and you're still my chosen one, so can you understand? one day you'll understand, so hear me out, i won't go, no goodbyes, just hello.”

07. new day by jay z. “sins of a father make yo' life ten times harder, i just wanna take ya to a barber, bondin' on charters, all the shit that i never did, teach ya good values, so you cherish it, took me twenty six years to find my path, my only job is cuttin' the time in half.”

08. mockingbird by eminem. “i know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now, but hey, what daddy always tell you? straighten up little soldier, stiffen up that upper lip, what you crying about? you got me.”

3 / 29 / 19 ━ a playlist for your lover or ex lover.

01. worth it by yk osiris. “time is precious, baby girl, let's not let it go by, i just really wanna know, do you love me? don't lie, i know you felt alone, 'cause i been on the road, but i been doin' shows, i swear i ain't doin' you wrong”

02. swervin’ by a boogie wit da hoodie, 6ix9ine. “how you look so perfect on your worst days? double c your purses, you deserve it, ****** in your dm, they be thirsty, and in person, but you're curvin’, curvy little body, love your surface, i’m all on your body, make you nervous”

03. caramel by lloyd. “caramel, drippin' in my bed, yeah you know, what's going through my head, i'm thinking 'bout, getting with you tonight, i'm thinking 'bout, wifing you up for life”

04. kevin’s heart by j. cole. “she my number one, i don't need nothing on the side, said that i was done for good and don't want no more lies, but my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line, i stare at the screen a while before i press decline”

05. more/diamond ring by benny blanco, ty dolla $ign, 6lack. “you know your future brighter than a diamond ring, god damn, i put you on different things, god damn, you gon' make me break the bank, god damn...you're all I ever need, god damn, you mean so much to me”

06. ivy by frank ocean. “in the halls of your hotel, arm around my shoulder so i could tell, how much i meant to meant it sincere back then, we had time to kill back then, you ain't a kid no more, we'll never be those kids again”

07. mrs. variety by leon thoma, tayla parx. “mrs. variety, feels like i'm dating someone different every single week, it's like you know just how to play to every part of me, it's like you know just how to cater to my every need, mrs. variety”

08. cinderella by mac miller, ty dolla $ign. “you in my dreams that's why i sleep all the time, just to hear you say i love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind, i told you, you don't have to worry, you'll be fine, this the type of thing i heard it happen all the time, yeah, I just wanna see you fly, because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin' me high”

3 / 30 / 19 ━  songs that hit your character in the feels

01. power trip by j. cole, miguel. “got me up all night, all i'm singing is love songs, she got me up all night, constant drinking and love songs, she got me up all night, down and out with these love songs, she got me up all night, drown it out with these love songs, she got me up all night.”

02. practice by drake. “i can tell that money's got you working, got your body so wet, now we're finally here in person, i taste pain and regret, in your sweat, you've been waiting for me, i can tell that you been practicing.”

03. angel by the weeknd. “cause all I see are wings, i can see your wings, but i know what i am and the life i live, yeah, the life i live, and even though i sin, maybe we are born to live, but i know time will tell if we're meant for this, yeah, if we're meant for this.”

04. don’t by bryson tiller. “get in the ride, left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh light up a spliff and get high, shawty you deserve what you been missing, looking at you i’m thinking he must be tripping, play this song for him tell him just listen.”

05. best mistake by layla russo, big sean. “hold up, i know love could be a beach with no shore, i done count to ten, lost my temper, and went back to four, i know sometimes it's hard to realize i'm the man that you need, i had a dream we branched out started a family tree.”

06. own it by drake. “next time we fuck, i don't want to fuck, i want to make love, next time we talk, i don't want to just talk, i want to trust, next time I stand tall I want to be standing for you.”

07. thinkin bout you by frank ocean. “yes, of course i remember, how could I forget? how you feel? and though you were my first time, a new feel, it won't ever get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit, keep it alive.”

08. come and see me by partynextdoor, drake. “i'll admit i'm sorry when i feel i'm truly sorry, things change, people change, feelings change too, never thought the circumstances woulda changed you.”

3 / 31 / 19 ━  a playlist for your character’s best friend. ( squad )

01. ni**as in paris by jay z, kanye west.

02. look at me now by chris brown, lil wayne, busta rhymes. 

03. rack city by tyga. 

04. swimming pools (drank) by kendrick lamar. 

05. gold digger by kanye west, jamie foxx. 

06. v.3005 by childish gambino.

07. the motto by drake, lil wayne.

08. bedrock by young money, lloyd.

4 / 01 / 19 ━ road trip playlist

01. hey jude by the beatles.

02. mr. jones by counting crows.

03. wonderwall by oasis.

04. hurricane by bob dylan.

05. mr. brightside by the killers. 

06. scar tissue by the red hot chili peppers.

07. all star by smashmouth.

08. stacy’s mom by fountains of wayne.

4 / 02 / 19 ━ three songs that make your character cry… every. single. time.

01. acid rain by chance the rapper. “my big homie died young; just turned older than him, i seen it happen, i seen it happen, i see it always, he still be screaming, i see his demons in empty hallways, i trip to make the fall shorter.”

02. perkys calling by future. “Iineed better thoughts, i need better vibes, focus on the top and let my ***** slide, i need more advice and ain't got no time, hustlin' do it right, feel like i waited a life time.”

03. u by kendrick lamar. “you shoulda filled that black revolver blast a long time ago, and if those mirrors could talk it would say "you gotta go", and if i told your secrets, the world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness.”

4 / 03 / 19 ━ free day, we just wanna see you be creative. ( throwbacks )

01. ambitonz az a ridah by 2pac. 

02. gin and juice by snoop dog, daz dillinger  

03. all falls down by kanye west, syleena johnston.

04. mrs. officer by lil wayne, bobby v, kidd kidd.

05. i’m n luv (wit a stripper) by t-pain, mike jones.

06. ms. jackson by outkast.

07. smack that by akon, eminem.

08. laffy taffy by d4l.

[sparkie96]

Hiya, it's the Parker x Leon anon! For a prompt maybe Parker teaching Leon to cook? Or just Leon looking after Parker because Parker is usually the one to look after him after a hard mission? ♡

(Okay, so Idk if you’ve read the “Resident Evil; Heavenly Island” Mangas, but Parker is in them and gets seriously injured (don’t worry, he lives in them). But this fic takes place after this when Parker comes home to Leon and Leon frets over him.) 

Even though he was usually very against anything that made Leon yell and stressed out...this time, Parker couldn’t really avoid the thing that made his boyfriend upset...mainly because Parker was the reason for it. 

Kind of.

He had just gotten back from Tortuga Island after aiding and assisting Claire Redfield on an assignment there. While there, he had been attacked and nearly killed by a BOW, but luckily, or rather miraculously, another BOW attacked the original BOW while simultaneously saving his life in the process. He had been unconscious for a while, so he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened, but he had barely gotten out of there and called for back-up and their ride out of there. 

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Leon muttered, kneeling partially on the bed and partially between Parker’s legs as he changed the bandages around the man’s middle, “What the fuck were you fighting?” 

Parker chuckled sheepishly, but then abruptly stopped and cleared his throat when cold blues met his own, receiving an almost scolding look from the younger, “Ah...sorry...it’s just that...it’s hard to describe.” 

Leon sighed and shook his head, “Well...the important thing is that you’re here and still breathing…” 

Parker noticed the look Leon had in his eyes, reaching up and cupping the agent’s cheek. The action made Leon freeze in the process, a sweet blush radiating through Leon’s cheeks and the bridge of his nose, painting the flesh a soft pink. 

Leon shook his head and nudged at the hand, but not before giving the palm a curt kiss, “Let me finish changing your bandages. Then we’ll get to the cutesy shit.” 

Parker gave a nod, “Y’know…” He began, Leon going back to fixing him up, but the raised brows of acknowledgment told Parker that he was still listening, “I kept thinking…” 

“Don’t.” Leon cut him off. 

“What?” Parker asked. 

“Don’t talk like…” Leon began, lips pressing into a firm line as he thought of what to say, “...like what would have happened if you…” 

The agent took another deep breath, and Parker could see by his rapid blinking that Leon was fighting back tears that threatened to fall. With another sigh, Leon went quiet once more, focusing on the task at hand without another word. Parker stayed quiet as well, wanting to say something, but not wanting to interrupt Leon. 

Once the bandages were replaced, Leon threw out the old ones and got to cleaning up the medical supplies. Parker stayed seated on the end of the bed, watching his love before gently taking Leon’s wrist in his hand. Once again, Leon froze in place. 

Parker took that as a sign to gently take the stuff Leon was holding in his hands and put them in the first aid kit. Once the container was closed, Parker pulled Leon into his lap despite the pain, resting his forehead against Leon’s. The Agent hid his eyes behind a curtain of brown locks, but Parker could feel what Leon felt. 

“I wasn’t going to say that.” Parker said, picking up on what he was going to say from not too long ago, “I was going to say...that I kept thinking about you and my family the whole time I was unconscious.” 

Leon didn’t look up at him, Parker watching as his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed back his tears, “Oh, yeah?” Leon asked. 

Parker nodded, chuckling at the dream replaying in his mind, “I had a dream you and I went to the Luciani Family Reunion and remembered you saying that you had never been to Disney World before. I dreamed that you wore that damned Mickey Mouse hat and we were riding that ride for that snow princess movie.” 

That made Leon chuckle in partial disbelief and at the ridiculous mental image, “You know I’m not a huge fan of Frozen.” 

Parker nodded with a smile as he held Leon in his arms, “Yeah...but even Olaf can get the strongest of guys to sing along.” 

“I fucking hate Olaf.” Leon laughed, finally meeting his eye, “...but I would listen to that little bastard sing a whole musical’s worth of songs if you were there with me. I would sing every fucking note.” 

“I know…” Parker agreed, looking into those eyes that he could get lost in for hours, “That’s why I kept fighting my way through.” 

“So I would sing along with Olaf?” 

“Well, that and I really wanted to get home to you.” 

Leon laughed, gently punching his uninjured shoulder, “Well...that too.” 

Parker leaned up and gently kissed Leon’s forehead, the agent leaning into the gentle and sweet touch before returning the gesture. They sat there in silence for another moment before Leon finally let down his walls. He revealed that he had been in New York when Parker was away, Chris having recruited him for a mission there. Leon had a couple close calls of his own, but he too fought through it so he could get home to Parker. 

“I kind of figured.” Parker admitted, “I knew that running into a wall didn’t cause those kinds of bruisings...or a dislocated shoulder. You’re not that reckless during training or sparring.” 

Leon nodded,eyes cast downward, “Yeah...but by the time I got all patched up, I got the call that you were in the ER at the BSAA HQ and...you had already gone through your own hell…” 

“That you didn’t want to burden me.” Parker finished for him, Leon nodding in confirmation, “You could have told me. Then I could have a turn to scold you.” 

Leon chuckled, Parker watching as the tears of both concern and relief fell from Leon’s eyes, Parker reaching up and wiping them away before they could stain soft cheeks. Parker nudged Leon’s nose with his own, making the agent look up at him once more. 

“You and I aren’t going anywhere.” Parker promised, “Not anytime soon. We’re gonna grow old on a farm somewhere. Or in a little house in the suburbs or the mountains if you want. Do all the things we want to do.” 

“I know.” Leon agreed half-heartedly, still feeling a bit anxious, but not wanting to worry anymore. 

Parker leaned in and Leon met him halfway for kiss. The two sat there, Parker shifting Leon in his lap until Leon’s legs straddled his own and arms wrapping around the lithe waist as the agent deepened the kiss, tongues meeting as Leon cupped his cheeks. The kiss said everything that had been left unsaid and what was implied. It was quiet and they had basked in the peace before eventually parting for air. 

“We should probably wait to have sex right now.” Leon chuckled, hands moving to rest on the soldier’s shoulders, “But...we could cuddle so you can rest.”  

Parker chuckled at that, “Okay, mio amore...and then after that?” 

“You can teach me to make Mama Luciani’s famous gnocchi.” Leon said, looking into his eyes once more, “Deal?” 

“Deal.” 

[fonulyn]

and what about no 11 "I thought you didn't want me" with Piers and Leon? :D

It wasn’t the first time Piers got punched in the face by a gigantic BOW so hard that the hit sent him flying. It was, however, the first time he was sent careening off a bridge and into the river below, with such force the impact pushed all air from his lungs. Instinctively he drew in a breath but instead of air it was water that filled his mouth and nose, but that didn’t stop his body from inhaling again, before his conscious mind even registered what was happening. 

His desperate thrashing attempts to get back closer to the surface felt utterly inadequate, although he was a good swimmer, water was in his element under normal circumstances. Yet now it felt like there were weights tied to his feet, like his limbs weren’t doing what they were supposed to. 

Then there tug to his vest, pulling him upwards. He registered a strong arm slipping around his chest, under his arm. Everything happened so fast he didn’t have the chance to even process it, not before he was coughing out water, desperately trying to clear his airways, on the riverbank on his hands and knees. Distantly he heard the sounds of the battle, the roars of the monster so pained it was probably dying. 

When inhaling actual air was more natural, hurt less, Piers allowed himself to fall sideways. He sprawled out on the ground, flat on his back, staring up into the sky. Dark clouds were gathering rapidly, great, it was going to rain any second. That was what he needed, more fucking water. 

"You okay?” A familiar voice pulled his attention, and Piers turned his head a little. Only for his heart to forget how to beat properly. Leon was kneeling next to him, absolutely drenched, his hair plastered on his face and still dripping water. And Piers didn’t know whether to focus on the fact that Leon still managed to look absolutely breathtaking like this, or to the fact that Leon had apparently dived right after him. 

A little dumbly, Piers managed a nod. “Yeah,” he croaked, coughing to make his voice work properly. “Yeah. I am.”

“Fucking hell, never do that to me again,“ Leon huffed out, clearly relieved beyond anything. He patted Piers’ cheek a little, but then left a warm palm onto his neck, slowly stroking the spot underneath his ear with his thumb. He didn’t even seem to be aware that he was doing that. Heavily he fell to sit right next to Piers, still leaning over him. 

The words startled a laugh out of Piers. “To you? I was the one who almost drowned.” He smiled a little, his heart doing a happy little skip when Leon smiled right back. “Thanks. For, you know. Not letting me.”

“Anytime,“ Leon answered automatically. He took a moment to look at Piers, his eyes intense, and only now seemed to realize where his hand was. He didn’t remove it, though, but slid his palm upwards until he was cupping Piers’ jaw. He opened his mouth to speak, and whatever it was that Piers expected from him, it definitely wasn’t “Can I kiss you?“

All Piers could do was nod dumbly, followed by another a little more enthusiastic one, but then there was a hot mouth on his own and he was again robbed of his breath. Instinctively he brought a hand to the back of Leon’s head, fingers tangling in wet hair, and Leon took that as a sign to move in and kiss him harder.

When it broke, they were just staring at one another, Leon’s hand on Piers’ jaw and Piers’ hand in Leon’s hair. And although Piers wanted to act all suave, wanted to flirt and to joke and to appear all confident, all he managed was a breathy, confused “I thought you didn’t want me?“

They had been flirting for ages before Piers had finally made a move, an actual, serious move instead of the innuendos and ambiguous jokes they’d kept firing at each other for so long. And Leon had seemed honest-to-god spooked by it, had all but run away. And Piers had nursed his broken heart and tried his best to get over it. And this? This didn’t match up with that.

“I’m...” Leon trailed off, closed his eyes and sighed. He took a second to find the words, but then finally continued almost tentatively. “I’m sorry about that. It was such a dick move to just... ghost you. But it isn’t that I don’t want you.“ 

Finally Leon opened his eyes, looked straight back at Piers, and his voice sounded oddly choked as he went on. “It’s that I want too much.”

“What are you--“ Piers started, but the moment was cut off by the thunderous sound of footsteps approaching them, several voices yelling in unison. They pulled their hands back, even if Leon remained still sitting right next to where Piers was lying on the ground, and within seconds they were surrounded by worried, friendly faces.

It was Chris who bent down, taking a long look at both of them to see if they were unharmed. “You okay?” he asked, vaguely addressing them both, and receiving twin nods as an answer. “We cleared the bridge. Medics are on their way. Can you survive here alone for a minute?”

There was a sense of urgency to his voice and it was obvious he would’ve preferred to stay, but his worries were eased by seeing that the two seemed to be fine. And the mission was pressing on, the need to move forward pulling at him too.

“Yeah, you go,” Leon nodded immediately. “We’ll be fine.”

With a groan Piers sat upright, pulled his knees up and leaned his arms on them. He waved a little as if to show he was really all good, watching the others depart. It left him and Leon alone again, but something about the mood had shifted and Piers didn’t know how he could approach the topic again. 

Then there was a warm palm on his shoulder, and when he looked up Leon was smiling. “I could try to make it up to you?” he suggested, almost tentatively. “If you’ll let me?”

There was really no doubt about Piers’ feelings on the matter. Not when he was grinning so hard his face kind of hurt. “It’s a date.”

[fonulyn]

I don't know I you're still doing the prompts buuut, Okey, Chris t shirt Okey Meh. BUT What about Leon in Piers' t shirt? My snipy guy is also ripped as hell uwu

you’re always welcome to send me prompts! it just may take me somewhere between ten minutes and ten months to get anything done :’D 

haha here have some mutual shirt-exchanging~ ;D

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“Where the hell are all my shirts,” Piers grumbled to himself, blinking sleepily at the empty shelf where a pile of shirts usually should’ve been. Sure they hadn’t done laundry in like... a month, but Piers had still been fairly sure that he’d had at least some clean shirts left. All he could find was the tacky Christmas sweater with a reindeer and wildly blinking lights, and he wasn’t exactly in the mood for that. 

With a sigh Piers grabbed the only shirt available that wasn’t battery operated and obnoxious. It was Leon’s, so old that the print had faded completely, leaving only faint outlines behind. And when Piers pulled it on he grumbled again, realizing how tight it was. How old was this damn shirt? He was ninety-nine percent sure that Leon wouldn’t be able to properly fit into it either. 

Yawning and scratching the back of his head - already that made the shirt ride up a little and Piers’ yawn morphed into an annoyed grunt - he headed towards the kitchen to see if they at least had coffee left. If not, he would break something. Probably the shirt that was stretched across his chest and straining at the seams. 

Thankfully there was almost a full pot of fresh coffee, but Piers didn’t even manage to get that far before he was handed a mugful. Carefully he took it between his palms and took a long sip, closing his eyes and sighing happily as it was exactly how he’d wanted it. 

Only when Leon chuckled a little, Piers opened his eyes and arched an eyebrow. “You’d better not be laughing at me. I know how you get before your first cup of coffee,” he challenged, and they both knew that he was right. If anything, Leon was probably the grumpier one of them in the mornings before properly waking up. 

“Me?” Leon grinned, even raising his hands as if in surrender. “Never.“

That was when Piers noticed the shirt Leon was wearing, and immediately he frowned. “Isn’t that mine?” he asked, although he knew the answer already. The dark green BSAA shirt definitely wasn’t Leon’s, although to be honest, he looked all kinds of unfairly good in it, damnit. “C’mon, how is this fair, you stole my last clean shirt so that I’d have to wear this!?” He gestured at himself with the hand that was still holding the coffee mug, and almost managed to spill some of the coffee on himself. 

Leon laughed, giving a small shrug. He didn’t look sorry at all. “Well, I was kind of hoping that you’d just go shirtless,“ he admitted easily, still chuckling. “But this is nice, too. How did you even squeeze yourself into that?“

“Where did this even come from?“ Piers asked, picking at the shirt he was wearing. “It looks like something you wore when you were fifteen.“ It was a clear sign of how tired he still was that he didn’t even notice Leon approaching before he was startled by the other man standing right next to him, stepping so close their chests were almost touching. 

“It probably is,“ Leon admitted. He sounded distracted though, and didn’t even try to conceal how he was drinking in the sight, as he raked his gaze over Piers’ chest, the way the shirt really was so tight it left absolutely nothing to imagination. Without another word Leon leaned in, capturing Piers’ mouth with his own. 

The kiss tasted of coffee and willingly Piers allowed himself to be backed against the counter, sighing into Leon’s mouth as he felt a warm palm on his side, sliding upwards. They’d both been so busy for the past weeks that there had barely been any time for simple things like having a slow morning coffee together. Today they had no plans, so maybe they could make it a slow day. Maybe even do some of that laundry, Piers thought distantly, before Leon kissed him again and he thought nothing at all. 

Until something warm splashed onto his chest, immediately seeping through the thin material of the shirt he was wearing, and with a yelp he startled back. Somehow he’d forgotten he was still holding his coffee, and now there was a large, spreading stain on his chest. Thankfully the coffee hadn’t been that hot, mixed with a ton of milk like he wanted it. “Ew,” he pulled a face, “gross.”

Leon laughed, and took the still half-full coffee mug from Piers, setting it aside onto the countertop. Then he grabbed the hem of the shirt Piers was wearing and pulled it upwards, and Piers willingly lifted his arms to aid in getting the garment off properly. Afterwards Leon still used the stained shirt to wipe over Piers’ chest, before throwing it onto the counter next to the mug. 

“You planned this, didn’t you?“ Piers asked. He tried his best to sound accusing but he couldn’t hold back the grin, nor the amusement that was evident in his tone. Casually he leaned back against the counter, and well, he couldn’t really deny that he enjoyed the way the older man was looking at him. So as much as he was trying to look grumpy, it was a win-win situation for all.

Leon hummed, a pleased sound that wasn’t really an answer to the question. He didn’t deny it either, though, and seemed way too pleased to be able to run his palms down bare skin instead. “What do you say, we could go back to bed?” he asked, voice a little hoarse, eyes dark as he took in the sight. 

And well. The laundry could wait. There were far more important things to attend to.