#claire knows what she wants

[pinkertinn]

Getting in the Mood for CleonWeek with a Leon Study: How Each Version of Leon Would React to Claire Asking for the D

It’s almost CleonWeek, which means it’s time to dive deep into our favorite couple—Claire and Leon! Now, while Claire’s been consistently badass throughout the years, Leon... well, Leon’s gone through quite the glow-up (and occasional glow-down). Depending on the game, movie, or platform, he’s either a fresh-faced rookie or a grizzled veteran with a questionable amount of hair gel and alcohol in his system.

So, let’s play a little game and imagine how the many different versions of Leon would react to the ultimate request:

Claire asking for the D. Ready? Here we go!

(18+ MDNI) Rookie, Vendetta, Death Island Leons below the cut.

Rookie Leon

Claire: (in a low, frustrated voice) “Leon… I need you to fuck me.”

(Leon blinks, caught completely off guard by the directness. His eyes widen, and his mouth opens as if he’s about to say something but no words come out. A flush creeps up his neck, and he runs a hand through his hair awkwardly.)

Leon: “W-Wait, what? You—uh… I mean, are you… serious?”

(His voice cracks slightly, his usual composure shattered. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, looking at Claire like he's not sure if he's supposed to laugh, panic, or melt on the spot.)

Claire: (staring at him intensely, biting her lip) “Yes. I’m serious.”

(Leon swallows hard, his heart pounding. His thoughts race, the tension between them electric and undeniable. He takes a small step toward her, still unsure if this is really happening.)

Leon: “I… I mean, if you really… Are you sure you’re okay? I just—wow. Okay.”

(He lets out a nervous laugh, his voice trailing off, but there’s a heat in his eyes now as he looks at her, his uncertainty melting into something much bolder.)

Leon: “Because if this is what you want… I’m not gonna say no.”

(His hands move to her waist, hesitantly at first, before pulling her close, the tension between them snapping like a thread pulled too tight.)

Vendetta Leon

Claire: (Her voice low and breathless, eyes dark with desire.) “Leon… I need you to fuck me.”

(Leon pauses mid-movement, his sharp blue eyes locking onto hers. There’s a flicker of surprise, but it’s quickly replaced by something darker, more primal. He straightens up, rolling his shoulders slightly, that familiar cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.)

Leon: (voice low and gravelly) “You sure about that, Claire?”

(He steps closer, his presence intense, radiating heat and confidence. His hand brushes along her arm, almost teasingly slow, as he leans in, his lips inches from hers. He watches her, his gaze hard and penetrating, waiting for her to give in completely.)

Claire: (She holds his gaze, unflinching, her voice almost a growl.) “Yeah, I’m sure.”

(Leon’s smirk deepens. He grabs her waist with a sudden roughness, pulling her against him. His breath is hot against her ear as he speaks.)

Leon: “Good… because I don’t do anything halfway.”

(Without another word, he kisses her, hard and hungry, all hesitation gone as he pushes her back against the wall. His hands roam her body with purpose, his grip firm, and his movements decisive—like a man who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it.)

Death Island Leon

Claire: (Her voice low, a mix of frustration and longing.) “Leon… I need you to fuck me.”

(Leon freezes, his usual stoic expression faltering for a second. He stares at her, processing the words, clearly caught off guard. His eyes narrow slightly as if trying to gauge if she really means it, the weight of everything between them hanging heavy in the air.)

Leon: (in a quiet, serious tone) “Claire… are you sure?”

(There’s no smirk, no cockiness—just raw intensity in his eyes as he steps closer. He’s cautious, almost hesitant, like he’s fighting the tension in his own body. His hand hovers near her waist, not quite touching her, waiting for her to confirm what they both know is about to happen.)

Claire: (She steps closer, her eyes locked on his, unwavering.) “Yes. I’m sure.”

(Leon lets out a slow breath, his face softening, though his jaw tightens with the restraint he’s trying to maintain. He moves in, his hand sliding to her hip, firm but careful, as if he's trying not to lose control too fast.)

Leon: (his voice low and husky now, eyes searching hers) “Alright… but this isn’t just some moment we’ll forget about. You know that, right?”

(He pulls her closer, his grip tightening, and the intensity between them spikes as his lips brush against hers. He holds back for just a second longer, searching her face for any doubt, before finally giving in, his kiss deep, desperate, and laced with all the emotion he’s been holding back.)

Leon: (murmuring against her lips) “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Claire…”

[finch1pinch]

started rewatching trollhunters out of a need of familiarity when everything in my life is new and bad and hard (college.) and now ive redesigned Claire to make her more of a alternative theater kid with the anger issues that they only hint at in the show

ive given her more of a personality than the #Feminist Only Female character in the group ur welcome lol

[bootlegramdomneess]

Do I feel the least bit sorry for Claire? No. Because girl, you went into this after figuring out he gave you THE WRONG NUMBER. do you know how many men i've given the wrong number to because I simply did not want. Lots. Bro gave you the wrong number and you still stalked him out through his friend. That is weirdo forceful behavior and frankly not cute. Now look at where you are. That is shameful. Shameful behavior. like...he gave you the wrong number. he gave you the wrong number. he PURPOSEFULLY gave you the wrong number. On purpose.

[undead-moth]

I know I've been on about this for a while now and I'm being a hater but you're telling me SydCarmy was "always meant to be platonic" even though there are two seasons of writing making use of tried-and-true explicitly romantic tropes, themes and writing signals, and SydLuca is going to be romantic because...he was nice to her on screen for a few minutes?

I don't even care if people ship SydLuca, or if they just prefer it, but you can't honestly tell me that you believe Carmy was always meant to be a friend but Luca is an obvious love interest.

Just because Syd and Carmy haven't kissed or confessed their love to each other doesn't mean that isn't very obviously the direction this show is going. The Bear has already shown you who is endgame. It has shown you every episode of the show so far.

Honestly I really don't think The Bear fanbase understands this show or cares about these characters or the story being told here, which is unfortunate because this show is shockingly well-written in comparison to most shows right now, and we should be so grateful for it but all we're doing is complaining that the writers led us on by not making a ship canon fast enough. It's just. Sad.

[bitchthefuck1]

you know what, I actually will talk about this because it's bothering me. The issue with focussing so heavily on syd and carmy's potential for a romantic relationship isn't that there's something inherently unintellectual about romance or whatever, it's that a lot of people seem incapable of doing that without immediately flattening the story and ignoring or intentionally misreading any and all nuance for the sake of that romance. Every scene suddenly becomes about how it impacts their relationship, every analysis is done through a romantic lens, every frame or line of dialogue becomes about finding some easter egg or hint that "proves" these people should start dating. Their dynamic is absolutely a fundamental part of this show, but if you can only see it as a will-they-won't-they, you miss so much of what the story is actually trying to say with these two.

There are good versions of this story where their relationship is romantic and there are good versions of this story where it isn't, but as soon as you decide them being together is "the point," you lose the ability to actually judge the story for what it is, not what you want it to be.

[noel-levine-fan]

this line has always baffled me genuinely what is she talking about. what book

edit: anon helped me with this one, apparently this an idiom...! oops lol. see, i have heard things like "you could write a book on x, you know so much about it...!" but never "you wrote a book on x," like, in the past tense, like you actually wrote it. perhaps this is common and i just don't know about it, but either way, i'm happy my question is finally answered...

i'm afraid i do look a little silly now... but that's alright

NOOOOO GUYS STOP LIKING THIS POST ITS EMBARASSSINGGGGG (not genuine go ahead I find it funny)

[turnaboutsisterz]

MAKE IT PRETTY 🌟 05/26

[warningsine]

—Betty Gilpin

[another-clive-blog]

I am thinking SO HARD about these two's dynamic (I was supposed to have a second piece with them harassing Dimitri but I'll spare him for now)

[mahikamihan]

hhhhno thoughts only roller derby

[crimescrimson]

Lieutenant Marvin Branagh in Resident Evil 2 (2019)

[autumnoakes]

also i do still love the idea of swapping claire and leon's re2 scenarios but i cannot help but think that the scene with sherry and chief irons would have been a LOTTT worse with leon instead of claire

[helpimstuckinafandom]

JUSTICE FOR DAVINA CLAIRE I'M SO FUCKING SERIOUS FUCK OFF OH MY FUCKING GOD

[hsslilly-blog]

hollywood u never specified what addison’s mother is sick with, or if it’s terminal; just that she’s really sick, right? rather, that she has been really sick (for a while). personally, i’ve always read it as if it were terminal. lmao not surprising. anyway you know what that means *hits her with dead parent beam*

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Susannah was grinning from ear to ear and giggling like a madwoman, which she was quick to smother with one of her ill-gotten pastries: Though she had been initially confused, then surprised, by Philippe's response to this account of her and Doreen's girlhood mischief, she was quick to get in the swing of his plan, excitedly absconding with the platter before disappearing back into the passage together.

What a wonderfully nostalgic throwback this was to her youth, to those halcyon days of smuggling sweets through the passageway to the other side of the house, where she and Doreen would enjoy the fruit of their labors amidst light conversation and playful jokes...sitting in a dark passage, lit by a sole candle, leaning up against her beloved, it was a wonderful reprieve from the stress of earlier-especially as she recounted some of her favorite misadventures.

"...my favorite was the homemade strawberry ice cream we stole," she confessed with a shy smile, as she finished her pastry and reached for another. "Doreen and I made ourselves the biggest bowls: We had chocolate sauce, whipped cream, candy, sprinkles, maraschino cherries, chocolate chips...it was, uh, very, uh...v-very decadent, I-I think that's the word Belle would use...we got very, very sick, of course, on so much sugar, Pa and Belle found us lying on the floor in the lounge, very full and very sick...but there were no regrets between us!"

[mlm-blues]

therapy was okay-ish but she did kind of imply that maybe i wasnt a boy because im not dying to get bottom surgery like i am with top surgery. which. well .ok then