#leon kennedy ficlet

[courtofparrots]

Serennedy Pride Week Day 1: First Kiss

A little ficlet of Leon and Luis recovering in the hospital post-Spain

When Luis got hurt- when it looked like he had died- Leon didn’t think he’d be able to bear it this time. 

Don’t get attached he’d repeated to himself, but he hadn’t been able to help it. Not with Luis, anyway. Not with that loud personality, that charming smile, that- everything about him, really.

But Luis hadn’t died as he’d just come to find out. For once, Leon didn’t have to bear another loss, and now he didn’t know how to act.

He stood motionless in the doorway to Luis’s hospital room in some BSAA-owned facility in some corner of Europe that they had been dumped at for medical attention after the chopper had picked up him and Ashley. He’d overheard talk of another man being pulled out of Valdelobos and brought here, allegedly the only other survivor found that night. He was positive it wouldn’t be Luis. With Leon’s luck it was probably Krauser, or worse. He was so sure that when he walked into the room and saw Luis there, covered in tubes and tape and the slow but steady beep beep beep of a heart monitor indicating life, Leon had simply frozen.  

A pair of gray eyes drifted open, and Leon thought he might have stopped breathing then. A sleepy smile pulled up the corners of Luis’s mouth as he caught sight of Leon, “not dead, eh?” he croaked, snapping Leon out of his stupor. He skulked over to the bedside of the beat up Spaniard, pulling up a chair and sitting down at a reasonable distance.

“Who? You or me?” Leon asked, as nonchalantly as he could, twitching his hand in the direction of Luis’s where it was pressed against his side with an IV needle poking out of it, covered in tape that would be sure to yank all of the thin black hairs out when it was removed. He thought better of it before he could actually touch him, and let his hand drop back to his side awkwardly. Luis tracked the motion with his eyes.

“Me.” Luis said, scooting his hand to the edge of the bed and weakly raising his fingers, moving them shakily toward Leon’s dropped hand. Leon did actually reach out this time, if only because he didn’t like the way Luis was straining. He slid his hand underneath the Spaniard’s and began to rub back and forth across tan fingers with his thumb in a stilted motion, attempting and probably failing to be soothing. It was nice. The weight and warmth of Luis’s hand in his own, a simple yet invaluable reminder that Luis really had made it, even in this subpar condition.

“I wasn’t sure I was going to make it for a moment there,” Luis chuckled, “although maybe I should have been worried about you, too. You look like shit, Sancho.”

Leon couldn’t help the smirk that tugged his lips at that, “I promise you look worse.” 

They settled into companionable conversation for a moment, Leon still holding Luis’s hand- the same one he’d held when he thought Luis was experiencing his final moments, he realized. Luis told him about the extent of his injuries, a collapsed lung and lots of lost blood, and Leon filled Luis in on what happened after he left the mines. How he’d saved Ashley, and killed Saddler, how they managed to cure their plagas with Luis’s equipment.

“By the way,” Leon said after a lull, curiosity thumping in his chest, “you said we were almost something. Before Krauser stabbed you. Almost what?”

Luis looked sheepish for a second, before finally replying, “Friends. I was… I was going to say we’re almost friends.”

“Friends? It feels like a little more than that,” Leon said, flicking his gaze down to their joined hands, “doesn’t it?” 

He felt his face heat up as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Luis’s eyes were wide when he looked back up, searching his face for something. 

Maybe the hospital wasn’t the right place for a confession. Maybe thirty-six hours together and several near-death experiences didn’t qualify a bond like the one Leon felt spark in his chest every time he looked at Luis. 

Leon had tried not to get attached but he hadn’t been able to help himself. There was something there with Luis, that he hadn’t felt in… maybe ever. Leon wasn’t going to just let it go without saying anything, not when he had Luis back and safe. He’d blame it on the pain meds the doctors had given him, or temporary insanity, or something if Luis didn’t feel the same way.

The beep beep beep of Luis’s heart monitor sped up slightly. 

“What?” He asked, in barely a whisper, “more?”

“I mean, if you wanted,” Leon said, clearing his throat, “I wouldn’t mind trying. To be more, I mean.”

Luis seemed to surge forward suddenly, before wincing and falling back onto his pillow with a pained groan like he had momentarily forgotten he was badly injured. Leon took his cue.

“Easy there, Don Quixote.” He murmured, rising out of his chair and leaning into Luis’s space, one forearm braced on the pillow beside Luis’s head, a palm placed gently on his warm cheek. Leon let his eyes drop down to Luis’s lips and then back up, letting the question show in his eyes.

“Leon,” Luis rasped, “if you don’t kiss me right now, I am going to hurt you, and probably myself in the process.” 

Leon smiled into the kiss when he finally pressed their lips together, joy and relief settling behind his ribs. Luis was alive, he was okay, and he wanted to try being more. He wanted to try with Leon. 

He broke the kiss when the heart monitor turned shrill, a constant beepbeepbeep that made Leon worry he’d disconnected one of the many tubes from Luis’s body on accident, or that he was hurting him somehow.

Luis simply glared at the heart monitor as he let his head drop back onto the pillow. “Pain in my ass,” he muttered at it, “spilling all my secrets.”

Leon actually laughed; the whole situation suddenly made him feel so light. “Feeling a little excited?” He teased, and Luis blushed. It was insanely cute. 

He probably should have given Luis and his poor heart a break then, but he was too happy. Instead, he nudged Luis over and climbed into the bed with him, wrapping an arm over the Spaniard’s shoulder so that they could both be comfortable and drawing Luis’s head onto his shoulder. Luis sighed and melted into him, muscles relaxing and eyes fluttering shut. It wasn’t long before he was fast asleep against Leon’s chest.

Leon took in the deep breaths coming from Luis, the way his lips were slightly parted, the contrast of his dark lashes fanned across tan cheeks. He followed quickly into a deep sleep of his own, one of the best he’d had in years.

[desired-misery]

Leon has a near-phobia level fear of dark colored dogs. After everything that has happened, (RE2, RE4, the dogs in Vendetta chasing him on the bike), a large black dog approaching him is enough to trigger fight or flight every time.

If it is dark or stormy, any dog he hears or sees can trigger that reaction, but he has an easier time recovering if it is not a large or dark colored. He is really chill with dogs otherwise, so it's a big surprise to others who have seen him around dogs before that don't fit the criteria that takes him back to every time a dog has tried to kill him.

[cloakedsparrow]

RE Headcanon: The Things They Left in Raccoon.

Chris left Raccoon City with the sole intention of gathering evidence against Umbrella. He’d packed discreet clothing that wouldn’t draw attention to him rather than his custom embroidered leather jacket or the vests and t-shirts he favored because they showed off his muscular arms. He’d packed practical items and left behind anything cumbersome, like family photo albums or his favorite guitar. He hadn’t thought much about what he was leaving behind because he’d expected to return home after a few weeks or so. He’d expected said belongs -along with his vinyl collection, expensive entertainment system, stuffed bookshelf, well-loved Jeep, and the afghan & potholders his grandmother had crocheted- to be waiting for him when he did. Instead, his entire apartment was destroyed along with the rest of Raccoon.

He’d had renter’s insurance and auto insurance, but it had been quite a hassle to get them to pay out…especially considering the <i>entire city</i> had been <i>wiped off the map</i>. Even then, some things couldn’t simply be replaced. Claire had a single album full of copies of some of their old family photos, but she’d lived in a small dorm-room. Most of what they had left of their parents and grandparents had been stored at Chris’ place. They’d lost it all along with Raccoon.

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Jill made it out of Raccoon City with a few trusty guns, a brand new friend, and the clothes on her back. They weren’t even her good clothes or favorite clothes. Between coping with everything that had happened at Spencer Manor, being suspended, trying to subtly investigate their corrupted police chief, and then surviving the <i>goddamn citywide t-virus outbreak</i>, laundry hadn’t exactly been a priority. By the time she found herself fleeing from Nemesis, Jill was down to the mini-skirt and strapless top combo she wore out dancing, the designer little black dress her mother had given her as a graduation gift from the academy, or the bridesmaid dress she’d worn at her brother’s wedding. Had she known her apartment was going to be blown to vapor, she would’ve gone with the black dress.

As it was, she’d lost everything. She could probably get back most of the family photos from her family, at least, and things like her favorite DVDs and CDs could be replaced. However, some items had sentimental value that couldn’t be replaced. The souvenirs her parents has brought her from various vacations. Trinkets she’d gathered during her own travels. Photos of friends she’d lost touch with after moving to Raccoon City. Everything to remind her of that entire chapter of her life was just gone.

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Leon’s family had been killed when he was young and the social worker assigned to grab some of his belongings while he was in the hospital hadn’t known him. She’d been considerate enough to grab the folding frame containing two family photos off his parents’ dresser, along with the book and stuffed dog that had been on his bed, to go with about a week’s worth of clothes. He’d been lucky enough to make it though foster care in one piece, his meager belongings had not. He hadn’t accumulated much afterwards, mostly practical items. He’d rented out an apartment in Raccoon City and dropped off his old, worn mattress and desk when he’d picked up his uniform and signed some final paperwork at the precinct. He later packed up everything else he owned in a couple boxes, stuck them in the back of his Jeep, and he drove to his new home.

He’d ended up abandoning his Jeep after his first ever BOW encounter, and both the Jeep and his mostly empty apartment had been destroyed along with Raccoon City. He’d only had liability insurance on the Jeep and no insurance whatsoever on the apartment. It sucked, but he’d had to start his life over with nothing before. He’d do it again.

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Claire didn’t live in Raccoon, and the city had been barricaded off for a couple days before she arrived to check on Chris. Trying to convince her auto insurance agency that her motorcycle had been in the city when it was destroyed took <i>forever</i>. Especially since she hadn’t reported it until a couple months after the fact. Eventually, Leon -as a former RCPD officer with an official contract/schedule and a rental agreement to prove he’d been in the city- had to fill out some forms declaring he’d seen her and her bike in the city shortly before it was destroyed and that they’d fled the doomed city without it. Chris had offered to get her a new bike with his own insurance money, but she’d been determined to get her insurance to pay for it on principle by that point. Plus, he was technically jobless and homeless. He’d need the money more than she did.

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Barry had gotten his family out of Raccoon with the belief that they wouldn’t be returning. They’d thought their house would still be there, but they’d still grabbed the essentials and then some. He’d gotten all their insurance forms and medical records. His wife had grabbed all the family photos and the little box of the girls’ artwork they’d kept over the years. His daughters had grabbed their favorite toys, books, and videos. They all packed their toiletries and enough clothes to last them a while.

It wasn’t everything, and he knew it would be a long while before the insurance paid out, but he didn’t care. He had his family. He had Chris and Jill. That was more than enough.

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Rebecca had decided to go back to school and study virology after the Spencer Manor affair. She’d already left Raccoon City more than a month before it was destroyed. She’d moved back in with her parents temporarily. She had everything she owned. Everything she needed. Everything except for all the people she’d never see again.

[kit-o-nine-tales]

If you change your mind, I’m here

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: GN!Reader/Leon Scott Kennedy

Summary: Reader muses on the last time they saw Leon - the day they broke up with him.

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  I always think of you when it rains. Are you keeping warm, whereever you are? Do the old breaks still ache?

Stupid question, of course they do. But I wish, for your sake, that they didn't.

"How many times can a body be broken to pieces and put together again?"

I'd asked you that once, and you just laughed.

"I don't know, but I'm on track to find out," you replied.

You said it so easily, too. Like you weren't scared. Like you didn't have nightmares every night about all the things you'd seen.

Maybe it's not raining where you are. Maybe you're not in our state today. Maybe not even our country. Maybe you're out in Spain, or Russia, or China. Out fighting the newest horror to spring up from Umbrella's legacy.

I hope not, for your sake.

"I'm getting too old for this," you used to joke, years ago, back when you were just getting started. Back when the government wasn't giving you a choice.

Do you have a choice now, I wonder? She's old enough to fend for herself now, isn't she? And you are getting older. How much longer do they mean to puppet your strings? Will they use you until there's nothing left? Until you're too broken to put back together again?

Stupid question. When have the people in power ever let someone retire while they still have life in them?

We parted on a day like this. Rainy, with a cloying humidity that made every touch feel tacky and unpleasantly sticky.

We met for coffee. One of your rare days off that lined up with one of mine. I knew, going in, how our conversation would end. The answer you would give the question I planned to ask. But even so, I asked anyway. Even so, I held on to hope, as small a hope as it was.

If you sensed something was off, you gave no sign of it. You met me with a tired but true smile, my favorite already in your hand, sitting at our usual table. It almost made me change my mind. How could I even consider —

But then I noticed the mostly-faded bruises on your wrists, and the way you winced as you shifted a little too far to the left, and my resolve revived.

I gave you a smile, or at least, I tried to. Your return expression made me wonder how successful I was. Not very, I would guess. I took the drink you held out to me, and stared down at it as I took that first sip. Did my hands shake? Did you see it if they did?

Stupid question. Of course you did. You always had a way for noticing things like that.

"Some rain," you said. Your long bangs (impractical, but so endearing) were practically pasted to your forehead.

It managed to get a chuckle out of me. "Bit of an understatement," I replied. I dug through my backpack, and handed you a dry towel.

You smiled fondly at me as you took it. "Over-prepared as always."

"One of us should be," I replied teasingly.

A familiar exchange. One I miss more than I thought I would. It was a bit of a joke. In most cases, you were far more prepared for disaster than I was. But in the small things, I had you beat.

I watched as you patted your hair dry, leaving it messier than it started, sticking up at odd angles, melting my heart. You looked younger like that. Less jaded by the world.

When you were done, you looked at the towel for a moment, as if unsure whether to hand it back or hold on to it. You met my eyes, and then, nodding to yourself, handed it back.

"Say it," you said. Your face was neutral, but your eyes were sad. You knew. We both did. But neither of us could change a thing.

I swallowed. "I.... Would you quit? Retire?" I'd had a speech. Arguments and evidence, all eloquently arranged. But looking at you, I lost it all. You always did have a way of making me speechless.

You exhaled slowly, closing your eyes.

We'd talked around this before. I'd worried about you. The injuries, the close-calls. Spain had been a bad one. Almost an argument. You'd nearly lost yourself to the monsters you fought. But I always let the subject drop. Because I knew that what you were doing was important. That no one else could do it. That it needed to be done. But... it had been years. There were others now. Others who hadn't been so hurt. Others who didn't wake in cold sweat every night, who didn't drink themselves to sleep in the first place.

It didn't have to be you anymore. You could pass the torch, surely. Take time to heal, to rest.

But I knew, even before I asked, what your answer would be. Your heart, despite everything, was too good.

Sometimes I think maybe it's more than that. Sometimes I think —  maybe —  you just don't know any other way to live any more. That if you tried to settle into one place, to drift into the average everyday of groceries and appointments and tv... you wouldn't know what to do with yourself. Whatever hobbies you'd once had, whatever aspirations, wishes, or daydreams —  had all been lost. Eroded by years of fight-run-survive that left no room for such things. All you knew were monsters, terror, and blood.

And me.

At least, so I'd flattered myself sometimes, back then. I'd hoped that maybe I could be enough. That I could be there for you through it, if you would just lay your burdens down. If you would just let me.

But even still, I knew. And so did you.

You opened your eyes, sad, steely blue. And you shook your head.

I bit my lower lip, and stared back down the straw of my drink. I wasn't going to cry. Not because of pride. But because I didn't want to hurt you any more than I had to. I took another sip, swallowed, and then a deep breath.

"I love you," I said firmly. "But I can't watch this destroy you any more."

You winced again, your brows drawn together in pain. And slowly, you nodded.

"I understand," you said. You took a deep pull of your own drink.

I wondered if you had spiked it before I arrived. I felt certain you had.You never shared your drinks with me. You'd joke that it was because you might be contagious, but I knew. It was the alcohol.

"I'm sorry," I said. My heart clenched in my chest at the thought of never seeing you again. But I had to. Stars help me, I had to.

Maybe it would change things. maybe you'd change your mind with time, and someday I'd find you, standing at my doorstep, sober and free.

It hasn't happened yet.

"Don't be," you said, your voice thick. "I understand," you repeated.

"If... If you ever..." I tried. My own voice swimming with the tears I wouldn't shed. At least, not in front of you.

"Yeah," you murmured. "I know." You met my eyes again, then, and forced a smile. "If you ever need me... you know my number."

I laughed. A wet, sad thing. "I know." I said.

If the zombies ever found their way to my door, or stars know what else, you were the one to call. If I survived long enough to make the call. I didn't rate my chances very high. You'd always believed that I'd surprise myself, if the time came. Said that I had all the right instincts.

I rose from my chair, and walked over to you. I pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Stay safe. Please."

Stars,I miss the warmth of you. I can still remember the texture of your cheek beneath my lips, though time does its level best to steal that from me.

You swallowed. "I'll do my best," you replied.

"You always do," I said. It just wasn't enough.

"Take care of yourself," you told me.

I sniffed. The tears would come as soon as I left the shop. "I'll try," I said. I was never very good at that. Over prepared backpack aside.

We were both disasters in our own ways. But the gaps in me had lined up well with the gaps in you, and together we'd managed to muddle into something solid. But not solid enough to withstand the way you were coming apart at the seams.

I left the shop.

I haven't seen you since. Haven't heard your voice. Not even on the phone. I’ve heard about you a few times. Though not as much as I'd like. Claire doesn't hear from you often either, even if she does hear more than I do.

But I think of you all the time. On rainy days like today. On days when the clouds make the world feel like an impermanent dream. And I wonder: how much more can a person withstand? How long until the news I hear sends me to my knees in grief? Or will I never even hear about it? Maybe you'll meet your end in some far-off continent, alone, and in secret. Would they tell me? Would they tell Claire, or her brother, or any of the other people you know? The people who care for you? Stars, I hope they tell us. But most of all, I hope you won't meet your end alone like that.

I hope, despite everything, that one day I'll find you outside my door. Older and worn, with new aches and scars, but alive and wiser. Alive and free.

I would open my door for you, no matter how long it takes. And I would raise my eyes to yours, and there you would find all the adoration that had ever been there, as though not a day had gone by since we parted.

That, at least, I can promise.  

[kennedysharper]

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thanks @themysterioust for putting it into words!!!!!!!!!!

[fonulyn]

Humming a little to himself Leon leaned against the car door, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the wind on his face. It was a bright, sunny day, so hot that his thin shirt was practically glued to his skin. He wasn’t the only one, not by any stretch, with four people crammed into Chris’s Ford Escort that he staunchly refused to trade in for anything newer. Claire always called the car Chris’ girlfriend, but Chris just shrugged it off and didn’t even argue.

Not that Leon minded. He and Chris might not have been dating for more than a few months but he knew better than to feel threatened by a car, at least. Although the next time they were heading out for a road trip, he was going to suggest that they rent something with properly functioning AC and more leg room for the passengers.

- Or the one wherein Chris, Leon, Claire and Jill go on a roadtrip.

[megaphonegirlk]

❄ ada and leon

It's a quiet night, deep in the depths of December. The twinkling of holiday lights line the Virginian streets, and a thin blanket of snow has begun to gather as it falls from the sky. Christmas is only a few days away, and Leon Kennedy finds himself trudging through the 2-inches of snow and towards the apartment his government handlers 'oh so graciously' supplied for him during his rare moments home and away from the clandestine life of a government agent. Ashley was busy, to nobody's surprise. The life of the president's daughter was always hectic, especially during the lead up to the new year. Claire was off somewhere in Europe, working with a new group called Terrasave, and Sherry hadn't answered his letters in weeks. Leaving Leon alone for the holidays. Everyone either too busy or too difficult to reach in time for a little company. So here he was, trudging through the snow with a paper bag of liquor bottles shoved under his arm, and boots that were starting to feel more like ice blocks than leather by the second. But when he reached the door...he notices the window. A normally reinforced and multi-locked window that now hung ajar. A look of concern crosses his face, and his hand goes to the concealed gun under his jacket as he nudges the door open, and heads inside. Quickly, he ascends the stairs and unlocks his door, easing it open with his shoulder as his fingers tense upon his gun... Only to be met with the scent of gingerbread, and the flicker of candlelight from his bedroom. With a nudge of his shoulder , the bedroom door opens to reveal something he never could have expected... Ada Wong, lounging on his bed in a slinky red dress stitched with the image of leaves of holly, a coy smile on her face as she waves her fingers towards him in a little wave. A plate of slightly malformed gingerbread men sits on a table next to a bottle of wine, and a small candlestick sputters desperately in the draft from the window beside her. "Hello, Leon." Ada purrs, "I was just in the area and thought I would...drop in." Leon's gun lowers, his eyes tracing over her and the tableau she'd made of his bedroom. "I'm a little unclear which of us in on the naughty list here," He says, glancing at the scene. Ada beckons him with her finger, candlelight playing over her sharpened smile "I can make certain it's the both of us, Agent Kennedy"

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Masterlist

Started: 17/11/2023

Last updated: 18/4/2024

Detroit: Become Human:

Smut:

♡ Hank Anderson x reader:

Tight

Bioshock Infinite:

fluff:

♡ Booker DeWitt x reader:

Helping Fix Up His Wounds

Smut:

♡ Booker DeWitt x reader:

Loving Touch

Silent Hill/ Dead by Daylight:

Smut:

♡ Pyramid Head x reader:

Pyramid Head NSFW headcanons!

Appetite

Elden Ring:

Fluff:

♡ White-faced/White-mask Varre:

His Gentle Hands

Smut:

♡ White-faced/White-mask Varre:

Unblinking Eyes

Call of Duty:

Fluff:

♡ König x reader:

Sick

♡ Keegan P. Russ x reader:

Keegan+fluff!

Move Date Night!

A Sweet Home

Coffee

T-shirt (Dbf!Keegan)

Safe Haven

Sleeping in your arms

Black and Pink

Mascara

Colonel

♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader:

Short ficlet

Binder

Sex Repulsed!Simon x Ace!reader

Promises

Blooming Love

Head-Turner

Promises

Platonic:

♡ Keegan P. Russ:

Nail polish

Smut:

♡ König x reader:

Care

Big Hands

♡ Keegan P. Russ:

Care

Gentle Touch

Kisses (part 1)

Kisses (part 2)

Drunk dbf!Keegan

Jump

More

Double Smash

Pink Heart

Sweet Sounds

♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley:

More

Indulgence

♡ Keegan P. Russ x Logan walker x reader:

The best mentor

Resident Evil 4 remake:

Fluff:

♡ Leon S. Kennedy:

Rest

Series:

♡ Keegan P. Russ x reader:

A Moment of Joy (no order in the series):

Part 1

Part 2

OCs:

Ibtisam "Sam" Joud

-(heart divider by cafekitsune, other divider by saradika-graphics)!

[guiltiestlove]

please no tgaac or aai2 spoilers! 🖤

it’s been a while since i’ve had an nsfw/selfship blog so im a bit rusty! but hi!!

my name is sierra!

im 28 and i would prefer interactions from people 21+ but as long as you’re 18+ it’s fine! (absolutely NO minors interacting with this blog!)

i like to write but chronic pain/illnesses are a bitch so more often than not (if i can make anything at all) im just writing Very short drabbles/ficlets!

this is a sideblog, my main is neverquothraven

im a big self shipper and a lot of this blog will be dedicated to that! right now my faves are simon blackquill (#🖤🪶), klavier gavin (#⛓️🎸), and leon kennedy (#💪🏻❤️‍🩹)

currently all my various writings (drabbles, ficlets, headcanons etc) are tagged #my writing

masterlist of ficlets:

simon blackquill x gn reader (convict simon, first time, fingering)

simon blackquill x gn reader (established relationship, blowjob, facefucking)

simon blackquill x fem!reader (established relationship, facesitting)

simon blackquill x masc!reader (established relationship, y/n is a defense attorney, public-ish handjob)

simon blackquill x fem!reader (established relationship, pre-incarcerated virgin 20yo simon)

klavier gavin x fem!reader (established relationship, brat taming, cockwarming)

i also will take short requests if anyone is interested for the following (sfw or nsfw)!! or any selfshippy things in general!

ace attorney

simon blackquill x reader

simon blackquill x klavier gavin

klavier gavin x reader

klavier gavin x apollo justice

klavier gavin x ema skye

godot x reader

miles edgeworth x reader

miles edgeworth x phoenix wright

phoenix wright x reader

resident evil

leon kennedy x reader

leon kennedy x ada wong

dungeon meshi

laios touden x reader

the bolded ones are my favorites and the ones i feel like i can characterize the best :) if theres anyone else you’re interested in, feel free to ask! i have not played tgaac, aai2, re5, or re6 yet though! and i’m only on episode 15 of dun meshi

if you would like to claim an emoji or name when sending an anon ask, please feel free! these are the claimed emojis!

🥩 , 🫚

finally! some common(ish) kinks/ships i dont/wont write:

omorashi

scat

incest/step sibling

yandere

ageplay

omegaverse

doctor-patient rp

vore

kristoph x phoenix

maya x phoenix

blackquill x athena

blackquill x phantom

[downinthehull]

Masterlist;

a masterlist of all my posts for my fandoms! (will be updated regularly)

shows, movies, musicals, and games

Shows:

9-1-1

cg!chimney moodboard

9-1-1: Lone Star

little!carlos reyes moodboard

Galavant

little!king richard hcs

Our Flag Means Death

little!jim hc

small!stede hcs

small!stede hcs p.2

Unfinished fic/ficlet (small stede)

little!frenchie ficlet

little!roach ficlet

easter ficlet (little!izzy, frenchie, and jim)

sleepy izzy ficlet

little!ed waking up

little!izzy tin can drabble

little!ed drabble (cg izzy)

little!izzy and ed cowboy drabble

little!izzy drabble (mama stede)

little!izzy in stede's nightgown

little!izzy in the bath

little!ed and izzy playing in leaves

little!izzy in the garden

cg!stede fixing up izzy's stuffed animal

Superstore

cg hcs (dina, garrett, glenn & jerusha)

more random hcs

cg!kelly watson moodboard

Movies:

Glass Onion

little hcs (blanc, peg, whiskey)

Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium

little!henry weston moodboard

Renfield

little!renfield hcs

little!renfield moodboard

Musicals:

Little Shop of Horrors

little!seymour krelborn moodboard

Games:

Red Dead Redemption 2

little!arthur morgan hcs

baby!arthur morgan (cgs hosea and dutch)

little!dutch van der linde hcs

little!hosea matthews hcs

little!micah bell hcs

Resident Evil

cg!ethan winters hcs

baby!ethan winters hcs

little!leon kennedy

little!leon kennedy (gets a boop)

little!leon kennedy (with a pacifer)

The Walking Dead

cg!lee everett moodboard

[cloakedsparrow]

Resident Evil Headcanon: Music

Chris likes classic rock. His favorite is Led Zeppelin but he listens to a lot of bands in this genre. Due to this, he will partially accept the blame for Claire’s Queen obsession. Considering he paid for them to get matching custom jackets, he should probably accept more of it. He prefers vinyl and has an impressive collection. His friends usually buy him records for his birthday, or any time they see a rare one for a good price.

Leon likes 90s-2000s rock. Chris and Claire refer to his tastes as ‘sad rock to kick ass to’ and he can’t really say they’re wrong. He still buys CDs (and has a couple each that Claire, Chris, Ashley, Sherry, Jill, Rebecca, and Sasha like even though he doesn’t share their tastes) but doesn’t have all that many, just his favorites. He also has a well-kept but old stereo system in his apartment that he frequently uses for both news and to listen to music.

Jill likes pop. She used to try to keep her tastes a secret, thinking it didn’t fit with a STARS officer, but then she killed the Tyrant at Spencer Manor and later, Nemesis in Raccoon City. Now, she sings Celine Dion off-key while prepping for an op and blasts Britney or Cher from her headphones while working out at the BSAA gym, confident that she is the biggest BAMF in any room she graces with her presence no matter what she’s listening to. She went full digital early on.

Barry’s musical tastes are all over the place; rock, rockabilly, country, big band, blues... However, his daughters all agree it’s ‘old man music’. He’s fine with this assessment and has liked every track and playlist they send him.

Rebecca either listens to the cheeriest of bubblegum pop or gangsta rap. There is no in-between.

Claire likes 80s rock and old-school glam rock. Queen is her favorite, of course, but she also likes artists like Prince and Bowie.

[lil-requestcorner]

received:

Carrie White x Azul Ashengrotto!Reader hcs

Kougyoku Ren first date hcs

Wanda x child!Reader fluff hcs

Sadie Miller x Reader on a date

Luke Alvez x 15yo!Reader

Ruruka Ando x Nutty 2.0!Reader

Roxanne Wolf x Reader, spoiling

Chet Clancy x 16yo camper!Reader

Yandere!Daniel (dbh) x child!Reader.

Leon Kennedy x minor!Reader, fluff

Yui Komori + Luke Valentine 2.0!Reader

Grell x Madam Red x Reader

owp: Eva Tsunaka + trust

Hannah England x Reader

JD x sibling Heather!Reader ficlet

Micheal Myers x sibling!Reader

Adrian Ivashkov x Guardian dhampir 17yo!Reader

Daki x organ harvester!Reader

Poppy (pokemon scarlet) x Reader hcs

Salvatore Moreau friends to lovers hcs

2013!Carrie White x Reader x Chris Hargensen love triangle hcs

Yoon Gwi-nam x Reader who loves annoying others

Heather Chandler x flirty!Reader

Heather Chandler general dating hcs

John Doe x Scarlet Witch/Jennifer Check/Homelander!Reader

Chris Hargensen x Reader who helps her deal with her insecurities

Ally Burgess x origami maker!Reader

Natsuki x Reader who likes to crochet

Aquamarine x sculptor!Reader

Jace x sibling!Reader

DDLC x true crime fan!Reader

Pony Tsunotori x sand manipulator!Reader

Byeong-Gi x bookworm!Reader

Billy Loomis x Lotte Jansson 2.0!Reader

Mario and Luigi x younger sibling!Reader with a special interest in mushrooms

Brooke Maddox x Leona Kingscholar!Reader

Welcome Home x plural!Reader

Luz x htf fan!Reader x Amity

Atropos x bitey!Reader

Max Mayfield x rigger!Reader

Rui x jorogumo!Reader

soft!Elias x archivist!Reader

Uf!Sans x minor!Reader hcs

yandere!Mike Schmidt x sibling!Reader

Felix Richter x 16yo child!Reader fluff

Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) x Courtney(TD)!Reader

Eric Newlon (Thanksgiving 2023) x teen!Reader fluff

[sexy-opium-ravioli]

Resident Evil Masterlist

Smut(18+!): 💥

Fluff: 💐

Ficlet: 🌱

Angst: 💀

Headcanons: 🍄

Multi-chapter: 🥀

X Reader: 🌿

Non-x reader: 🌵

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist (Minors dni!! 18+ content only baybes <3<3)

Leon S. Kennedy:

Photo Booth (Stepbro!Leon s. Kennedy)

Morning Sun (Stepbro!Leon s. Kennedy)

Gentle Tides

[kennedysharper]

leon scott kennedy is actually a hopeless romantic loving and very physically affectionate when not in public or around close friends send tweet

[whatamonsterfudger]

gonna to write a whole bio soon, just using this as a placeholder for now, and will edit it later. 

- love love love some characters, obsessions or not. my usual fixations are ghostface (more often danny johnson), thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, vincent sinclair, bubba sawyer (a lot of that family actually ASDFGHJKL but mostly him); recently fixated on simon "ghost" riley and könig (ghost is my stink!! brainrot too real). other cod characters debatable ASDFGHJKL,,,, as far as non-slashers go yk? also leon s. kennedy, chris redfield, and some more i'll list later.

- i am a chronic michael myers hater, tho sometimes i'll reblog fanart involving him. i'm on the fence about rz!michael, that's a whole other conversation.

- i'm absolutely a monsterfucker and will rb ficlets and fanart. beware LOL

- any posts i make will be labeled with #mf speaks; any stories, drabbles, headcanons, etc. will be tagged #leon lilts; any art i draw (will be reblogged from my main) will be #mf does art

I'LL BE BACK TO WRITE MORE, BYEEEEE 💕💕💕