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…”
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@beatingheart-bride
Having noticed the way his expression crinkled (and not just because of the unpleasant topic of her boss), Susannah was quick to grab the salve and some pain pills, quickly passing the latter to Philippe to take with his coffee, while she gently applied the salve-it served as something of a distraction from what he'd just said.
He was right, of course; Mickey was a poor excuse for a boss. He was cheap, rude, abrasive, demanding, temperamental, and just about every other negative adjective you could think of under the sun. He overworked and underpaid his employees; the only time he was ever really pleasant was when a wealthy customer came through their door, upon which he'd turned on the charm in the hopes of getting them to empty their wallets purchasing their wares. Susannah dreaded getting up in the morning, knowing she'd have to see his ugly mug first thing she came through the door.
But what could she do? For all his faults, he was the only one who would hire her, and while his wages weren't anything to write home about, they were enough to get her by. She had a roof over her head, food in her cupboards, a steady job, clothes on her back...she had to count her blessings where she got 'em.
"Ah, he's not so bad," she reassured Philippe, as she gently applied the salve. "He's all bark and no bite, really. I could do a lot worse, as bosses go."
She remembered (bitterly) some of the bosses her father used to work for, real unpleasant fellows...they were harsh, pushy types who only just barely tolerated August Pace, chiefly because he was hard-working and accepted whatever meager pay they tossed his way. He was willing to keep his head down and put up with their demands, so long as they didn't insult his family. Inevitably, they would, and he would not stand for it. Her father got into a lot of fights as a result-seldom physical, fortunately, but the verbal sparring, the insults flung at his beloved deceased wife and his innocent daughter, hurt far more than any punch ever could.
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Okay so I’ve been biting my tongue but figured I might as well get it out already.
piers and chris vent under the cut
I feel like it’s important to point out that Piers was Chris’s lieutenant. He was directly under him. So yeah, he was a higher rank than the rest of the team, but not higher than Chris. And definitely not a high enough rank to have any sort of sway with the brass. If they want Chris back on the field, there’s absolutely nothing Piers can do to fight it.
But besides that;
Piers looks up to him, he cares about him. Hell, Chris scouted him, trained him. They were friends. So, I wouldn’t be surprised if he jumped at the chance to find him and bring him back.
He’s also a 26 year old soldier, I doubt he had any idea the extent of Chris’s mental issues. He’s drunk when Piers shows up after all. In fact, I doubt the BSAA cared or had the time to do a full psych work up on him before flinging him into Lanshiang.
Chris is unhinged, he’s reckless, he’s blinded by vengeance. But his actions are still his own fault. He shouldn’t be out in the field in any capacity. In fact, I feel like he shoulda been sedated and brought to a hospital. But he’s clear headed enough to know what he’s doing, he just doesn’t care about the consequences. He’s got tunnel vision. That’s not an excuse, that’s an explanation. He’s still responsible.
He tries to blame it all on Carla, but the blood of his own team in Lanshiang is also on his hands.
In fact, Piers points that out!
“If you hadn’t been blinded by vengeance, we could have prevented some of those deaths.”
Shit, they then get in a whole fight over it.
There’s another time I can think of off the top of my head where Piers points out he’s being reckless earlier on in the game. Chris shuts it down with the whole soldier thing.
So, if Piers knows something is wrong, why does he keep following him?
1; that’s his friend, 2; that’s his captain, and 3; if Chris goes out there on his own in the state that he’s in he will get himself killed.
I’m tired of this idea that Piers is some sort of powerful asshole that forces Chris into bad situations and is therefore responsible for all of Chris’s actions. It’s so dumb.
Piers isn’t some stupid manipulative person. From what we see he’s genuine, loyal, and even caring. He cared about continuing to fight the good fight, to help end bioterrorism. And he cared about Chris. He sacrificed himself for both. For the future.
I can understand loving a character a lot, but you can still recognize their faults. I love Chris, I do, but he did stupid shit and that’s on him. And that’s okay! Because fave characters aren’t always pure and innocent. and that’s fine!
If you don’t like piers, then don’t like him. but don’t mischaracterize him to make others look good.
don’t make up some long-winded reason as to why and put it in the character tag for fuck’s sake. also talking about people who write him is unnecessary.
Because it’s rude to those who actually like the character. I thought that was an old tumblr rule to keep discourse out of the tags??
It feels so inflammatory. Which I’m sure it is. But it irritated me to the point where I bit the bait.
fandom is supposed to be fun, if you’re gonna be negative like that keep it to yourself.
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