#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.

[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.

[kennedysharper]

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

[herbs-and-poultices]

A few nights ago I had a random thought, and it accidentally spawned a ficlet. Oops?

Fandom: RE2-ish? (I only know these characters and their stories from the h/c fanfiction and a cursory glance through the fanwiki, but they keep sticking in my brain)

Efforts towards accuracy of any kind (canonical, medical, realistic, etc) were minimal

A little hospital bedside vigil. Very soft, mostly comfort, because that's what I've been needing lately.

CW: child pov

“Alright,” Claire murmurs, voice muted to match the efficient quiet of the post-surgical ward. “I'll be there in twenty.” She closes the phone with a click, then looks down at Sherry. 

“Its about my brother. I have to go for a few hours. But you can stay here, if you'd like.” As she speaks she leads Sherry through the door and into the hospital room. Sherry unconsciously sticks to the mahogany-haired college student at the same distance of two plastic chair armrests that over the past hours has come to feel natural - or as natural as anything has lately - as they step around the bed towards the chairs beside the curtained window.

Side by side, Claire wraps an arm over her shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze. Sherry looks up into her warm, sad smile. “You could come with me if you’d rather, but I'm afraid you'd mostly be sitting alone in the office reception. There's a vending machine and a coffee machine and a couple decade-old magazines, but not much else.” Sherry leans in a little bit closer. Of all the things she could want right now, what she least wants is to be alone. Alone with the lumbering hordes of zombies, ghastly imitations of the men and women they had once been; alone with the masses of misshapen flesh that mutated before her eyes into grotesque monsters beyond her wildest nightmares; alone with the terrible shrieks and snarls, the rasps and moans, the sickening squish and menacing shuffle of footsteps that haunted their every movement through the shell of the city she once called home. “The doctor said Leon should be waking up in an hour or so. I'm sure he would appreciate having some company.” 

Leon, Claire calls him familiarly. Leon S. Kennedy, RPD, at your service, he introduced himself to her when they first met; his voice and half-smile were wry, but the nod he gave her was solemn as an oath. All the grown-ups Sherry knows, aside from Mommy and Daddy, are “Doctor”s or “Professor”s or “Mister”s or “Misses”s. She’s probably heard some of their first names in passing, overhearing her parents chatting casually with their colleagues or teachers greeting one another in the halls, but in her mind first names are only for kids, playmates. Even college students like Claire are pushing it. Adults have important grown-up titles for their important grown-up business. So to her, he is Officer Kennedy.

Outside the partly closed door, there is a soft click-clack as a nurse rolls a cart past, followed by a knock and a cheery greeting at a door across the hall. A bird chirps in the tree outside the window. She swallows and bobs her head in a nod. Not really alone, here.

“Good.” Claire pats her shoulder, then releases their partial embrace to back her into one of the thinly-padded chairs. “I'll be back before the end of visiting hours.” On her way she pauses at the bedside, tucking the thin blanket up a little higher and smoothing it out, leaning in to murmur something inaudible; then with a whisper of air from the doorway she is gone.

The flat faux-leather cushioning would be an improvement on the bare hard plastic of the waiting room furniture, if everything didn't feel cold and menacing. The clean sweatshirt Claire found for Sherry is soft and pleasantly dry against her skin; any other contact, other than the hands of her new friends, still feels as though it could dissolve into a hunk of gelatinous writhing flesh or sprout razor-sharp fangs or explode in a spray of gore under her touch. Curling away from the chair back, she pulls her feet up onto the seat and wraps her arms over her knees, resting her cheek in the crook of her elbow. 

Her view is a narrow window between her forearms and blonde bangs. Blurred reflections of blue and teal and lilac slide under the door, keeping time with brisk steps. Now and again another cart goes by with a whirr. Nurses. Doctors. Regular people. Sherry tilts her head to glance around the little room, stopping at the monitor by the bed. On the black screen, colorful lines trace out neat rows of mountains and valleys, up, down, up and down. She doesn't understand the numbers that blink beside them, but the steady dance of the lines is soothing.

After a time, it could have been minutes or it could have been an hour, her eyes start to roam again, tracing the loops in cords and wires coiled behind the screen. Most of them end in empty plugs dangling in the air. A few seem to lead into the wall out of sight. The last one she traces down, down, eventually running alongside a clear plastic tube from another nearby machine with some bags of liquid, over the heap of blankets, and finds herself for the first time properly taking in the figure on the bed.

The cord from the monitor ends in a sensor taped to one finger of his right hand where it lies open at the edge of the mattress; the clear plastic line disappears under the back of his hand. Officer Kennedy is laid on his right side to keep pressure off his injury, one knee bent, right arm stretched out at an angle, face tipped slightly towards his chest as he has unconsciously curled in on himself. His left arm is immobilized at a right angle in a sling strapped over his good shoulder and around his back. The black padded fabric is stark against the cream-colored blanket, the robin-egg blue of the hospital gown, the washed-out tones of his skin. The white edge of a surgical dressing is visible where the strap tugs at the neckline of his gown.

A head taller than Claire, at his full height he towered above Sherry; his squared shoulders and firmly-planted feet stood between her and so many blood-crazed hollow-eyed zombies and horribly mutated monsters, wicked claws and gnashing teeth and slashing knives that would have torn her in two. He was a grown-up, the only one in their little band of survivors, a person who knew things and did things, full of decisiveness and the weight of responsibility. And with the heavy tac vest and duty belt that added bulk to his frame, the gun that fit so naturally in his hands, and his once-sharp uniform emblazoned with the insignia of the Raccoon City Police Department, he was more than that. He was the arm of the law, he was Order and Protection personified. She never felt so small before as she did during those terrible days, and Officer Kennedy was larger than life.

Now, though, his face is nearly level with hers, his medium height not so imposing lying down. In the thin hospital gown and light blanket, without his tac vest and holster and belt, his frame is strong but lean, not quite so unshakably solid as a brick wall the way she remembers it from just early this morning. With his sharp eyes closed and his features relaxed in rest, there could almost be traces of teenage boyishness in the curve of his jaw, the cant of his head, the mop of tousled hair falling across his face. A handful of years back, and she might have imagined him at the local highschool, next to the middle school she attended, shooting hoops on the shared multi-purpose courts during his free periods, waiting on the curb for the 5 o'clock bus with a heavy backpack slung over his shoulder by one precarious strap. And she wonders, for a strange moment, if he might have felt… scared.

A flicker of movement catches her eye, and the outlandish thoughts are gone like a leaf on the breeze: a twitch of eyebrows, followed by a few slow flutters of eyelashes. She waits, nearly holding her breath. For several minutes all is still again, and she wonders if she imagined it. But then his brow wrinkles again and he opens his eyes halfway. His gaze is cloudy and unfocused at first, slits of gray-blue flicking about the room - to the window, over the bed, in the general direction of the door out of sight diagonally behind him, then around again, and yet again more deliberately as though it requires effort to take it all in.

Finally his eyes come to rest on her, fully open now, gaze sharpening into focus.

“O- Officer Kennedy.” Her breath comes out in a rush.

Leon, he mouths a correction. 

She can't bring herself to say anything more around the hard lump growing in her throat. 

He curls the fingers of his outstretched right hand, inviting. His lips move again, this time accompanied by broken fragments of a whisper, rough and painful-sounding but kindly. “C’mere, Sherry.” She stands and crossed the few steps to the bed, shaky on half-asleep legs. Atop the blanket, she tucks herself cautiously into the space between his arm and bent knee, wrapping her arms back around her folded legs. A grunt escapes his throat when her sweatshirt catches momentarily on the velcro of the sling immobilizing his left arm, but when her gaze snaps to his face the wide-eyed look he shoots her is so horrified and apologetic, like he startled a sleeping fawn, that she freezes where she had started pulling back and forces a shaky smile instead of the apology brimming on her lips. His expression relaxes, bit by bit, as she settles herself onto the mattress. She tips her head into her knees and closes her eyes, feeling the subtle warmth from his body inches from her own wrap around her like a shield.

Officer Kennedy's hand traces along her back to rub small soothing circles over her shoulder blade. His chin comes to rest on the top of her head, breaths stirring her hair in even, regular huffs. Tension drips out of her muscles, and a soft sigh worms its way out of her lungs. Her cheek sink to the mattress, and she slowly, carefully, lets herself relax into his chest. If she holds her breath, she can hear the steady beating of his heart.

He hums softly, and the vibrations brush her skin where she leans against him. “You're safe now, kid.”

Safe.

[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

i looove getting spam notifs so never worry about that <3

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)

simon blackquill x gn!reader (sfw, falling in love, simon opening up)

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!

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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

[ao3feed-adaleon]

sparring

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SiytP7k by macrophylla Her pent-up frustration is reaching a boiling point. Words: 531, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Ada Wong Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong Additional Tags: Ficlet, Sexual Tension, Foreplay read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SiytP7k

[the-bar-sinister]

A Little Company for Christmas (1505 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ingrid Hunnigan/Leon S. Kennedy Additional Tags: Ficlet, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Getting Together, Teasing, Flirting, Alcohol, POV Ingrid Hunnigan Summary: Ingrid and Leon don't have anyone to spend Christmas with that year, so they spend it together.

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Snow was falling on the atrium area as Ingrid Hunnigan made her way from the dark interiors of the facility to to the underground employee parking garage. The little grassy area was a brief respite from the halogen lit, linoleum tiled government building, and if she looked up she could see the silvery moon peeking out from behind the dense snow clouds.

The light caught her glasses, blinding her briefly before she pushed them up and stopped to look up at the moon. It always stood out most on a stormy night, in those moments when it peeked through the gloom.

It made for a pretty good view—and thankfully, a fresh view that had nothing to do with the constant video feeds and text documents splashed across her computer in her office. 

"Hey."

The greeting drew her attention to what she'd dismissed as a shadow. Leon Kennedy, leaning against a pillar out of the way, cigarette in hand.

"Well, Well, Mr. Kennedy. Killing your lungs on your off time from killing monsters?" Ingrid drawled playfully as she shifted to face him while still leaning on the edge of the wall. 

"Yep." He blew out a stream of smoke and smiled at her– a grim smile like a slice of moonlight. "Didn't really have much else to be doing."

Ingrid was pretty sure that Kennedy had an apartment. Somewhere close to the facility. Paid for by the US government. Probably monitored by the US government, too. She was also pretty sure that he didn't have any particular guests to have over for Christmas Eve.

"Sounds like a lonely Christmas Eve, Kennedy," she tilted her head to the side in thought. "Mine's pretty lonely too." 

"That's a shame. I wouldn't have guessed, Miss Hunnigan. I'd always imagined you'd be a pretty popular lady." He looked thoughtful, sucking in another long breath of smoke through his pink lips.

She wasn't 'unpopular' in the office, that was for sure. But she wasn't exactly blessed with a thriving social life, not since college. Government positions in highly secured facilities working with highly classified situations—it didn't exactly give you a lot of space to get out there and find common ground with the average populace, much less hit the club.

She smiled wryly, her glasses tipped down her nose. "You'd think that. If you're not doing anything, Kennedy—I've got a bottle of wine at my place that I've been meaning to break into." 

"Is that so?" The grin returned. "Well, if you need somebody to get rid of a bottle of wine for you, you know I have a great disappearing act for one."

"I've heard all kinds of stories about your ability to make wine disappear," Ingrid laughed, pushing her dark hair from her face. "...and I'd get some company for Christmas Eve for the first time in around 3 years." 

He dropped his cigarette on the icy grass and ground it out with his boot. "You know I can't say no to a lady in need. Not one who needs a wine bottle vanished, or some company for Christmas."

"I'm starting to see why they called you the hero of Raccoon City, Kennedy," Ingrid offered her arm. "Escort me to my car? I'll give you a lift."

He smelled like smoke—she never minded a bit of smoke even if it triggered her own wish for a cigarette—and he was certain to get drunk, but she couldn't help but like her agent in the field. Enough to hide some of his dalliances from strict protocol from his higher ups, even. 

He linked his arm with hers, and the cold evening felt just a little warmer as he closed the distance between them.

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Later, the moon had passed behind the clouds, but Ingrid's apartment was full of warmth and light. The first wine bottle had well and truly vanished, and Leon's smile had lost some of its smirking quality. They had moved from the kitchen to the living room where she'd plugged in some spare lights she'd halfheartedly pinned up the week before. More colorful light illuminated the room along with the warm buzz of alcohol inside her, and she flicked on the television and dropped herself near him on the couch with the remote.

"How much of a festive guy are you?" 

"Festive?" he chuckled. His jacket was off, hung in the corner, and he was stripped to his shirt sleeves, his feet up on her coffee table. "I wish I could say more so, but my old man wasn't much of a holiday guy when I was a kid. So I never really got in the habit of celebrating."

"So I shouldn't bother asking if you want me to put on some cheesy holiday flick? No Grinches? No Peanuts?" she asked with an amused edge to her smile. "...or should I try to muster up enough cheer to inflict them on you while you're drunk?" 

He smiled and waved his hand. "Inflict away! I wouldn't be unhappy to find out what I've been missing– especially if you have another bottle of wine somewhere for my magic trick's encore."

"An encore hmm? Planning on crashing on my couch then?" she flicked on the television and navigated the channels to see what might be on. "I'll see if I can scrounge something up—-it'd mean I had company for Christmas too~." 

"What can I say, it's a comfy couch." He scooted a little closer to her. "And the company's good, too. But you better be careful, if you don't kick me out, I might get the wrong idea."

Ingrid's cheeks flushed just a little…she'd let her hair down from her bun, and had a few drinks—she'd let herself relax around him.

At this point, she wasn't sure what sort of 'wrong idea' could be gotten from such an obvious message. She rested her shoulder against him with a hum. "That'd be terrible, wouldn't it?" 

"You tell me." Leon's flirting was as subtle as his sense of humor, it seemed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

She scoffed quietly, before settling against him and selecting 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas'. "I think I might be overstating how much of a disaster it'd be. A little." 

Leon grinned his sly little grin. "How would you feel if I tested that?"

"I didn't take you for a scientist," Ingrid leaned towards him with an amused smile. "Alright, I'm interested in putting it to the test. Why not." 

"Since I've got your permission." He chuckled and moved in quickly for a kiss, pressing his lips to hers– and clearly waiting for a reaction.

Ingrid briefly froze up—she expected him to be bold, but somehow he still took her by surprise—but she didn't pull away.

Instead, she leaned into him with a quiet hum and surprised him right back by deepening the kiss to the taste of red wine and peppermint candies. 

Once she started kissing him back, all trace of his own stiffness and hesitation melted and he put his arms around her, sucking at her lips and tongue for a long moment before he let her go.

He gave her a coy look, and teased. "Why Miss Hunnigan, you're… beautiful." 

Ingrid caught her breath, brushing her hair back and away from her face with a huff and a raise of her eyebrow. She was flushed—a little breathless too—but couldn't help the smile as she leaned against him again. "I am, it's about time you noticed that. You're alright to look at yourself." 

"Me?" He chuckled. "I'm surprised you'd let a mangy stray like me in here. Surprised– and thrilled."

"I've always liked dogs," Ingrid's smile took on a teasing edge. "Maybe I think I can somewhat housebreak you." 

"In that case, since you're letting me stay, I'll take my boots off while you scrounge up that bottle of wine. And then you can tell me all about this Grinch guy." 

He stood up, and pulled her to her feet along with him, letting her fall against his chest.

Ingrid fell against his warm, strong chest—just as flushed warm as she was with the wine and the kiss—and looped an arm around him to steady herself. 

"He's a green man who hates Christmas and commits a series of violent B&E's." 

"Sounds like I'll need to get my old cuffs out and arrest him then." He grinned and pecked her on the cheek, dragging her toward the kitchen once she was steady on her feet.

If he was this affectionate after one bottle of wine, Ingrid could only imagine him after two. She laughed, leading him into the kitchen with a squeeze around his side. 

"No, no. He learns his lesson after a massive cardiac failure, an—well. That's a spoiler. I'll let you experience it for yourself."

She leaned in and kissed his cheek as they passed the threshold. She couldn't help but be a little excited to find out. 

[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

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Yandere!Daniel (dbh) x child!Reader.

Leon Kennedy x minor!Reader, fluff

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owp: Eva Tsunaka + trust

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JD x sibling Heather!Reader ficlet

Micheal Myers x sibling!Reader

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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

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Chris Hargensen x Reader who helps her deal with her insecurities

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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

[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

Schitt's Creek

tiny ted mullens hcs

random thoughts

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.

[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 💕💕💕

[randomfandomimagine]

That Flirt In The Red Dress (Leon x Reader)

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Ada Wong

Fandom: Resident Evil 2 Remake

Tags: Reader Insert, Female Reader, Jealousy

Warnings: None

Requested by anon: Since you're open to take request :D Please can I request one for Leon Kennedy, where the s/o gets really jealous of Leon and Ada's relationship. She could be really sarcastic or snarky whenever Leon asks what's wrong. Thank you so much ❤ And I hope you have a lovely day.

You held tightly to Leon’s hand as you both ran, escaping the crazed zombies that threatened your life. Your heart thumped against your chest, your hand was getting sweaty against Leon’s palm, your breath came in rapid gasps and the adrenaline seemed to be making your pulse throb in your temples.

“Dammit!” Leon shouted when he came to a halt. You ran into a dead end.

“Crap!” You exclaimed too, taking out your gun to at least die fighting.

“Y/N, behind me!” Your boyfriend ordered, taking out his gun too.

You reluctantly obeyed, knowing it was no time for arguments, and began firing at the zombies that were closing in. The loud sound of the bullets broke the silence only interrupted by their horrible grunting, and the violent brightness of the fire illuminated the dark area.

Cursing under your breath when you ran out of bullets, you held on to Leon’s shoulder and watched the zombies that were now mere meters from you. Your boyfriend glanced at you with the corner of his eye, but focused his attention on eliminating the threat.

“Do you have any more ammo?” You asked him, realizing there were too many and your weapons weren’t too effective.

“No” He quickly replied, just as his gun clicked, forcing him to save it and pick up a knife instead. “Son of a bitch”

You couldn’t deny that you were scared, that it looked like the end. You were trapped and surrounded by zombies, left with no ammo and no way to defend yourself. Your mind worked quickly, trying to think of an escape plan. Maybe you could run through them and make it out alive, although wounded.

“What do we do?” You asked Leon, not really wanting to let him know how scared you were, even if your shaky voice betrayed you.

“I don’t know” With his free hand, he held yours. “We fight, I guess”

You took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself. That was it, the moment of truth. At least you were with Leon. Still, you felt the need to tell him a few last things. Remind him you loved him, even if he had heard it a thousand times and he knew already.

“Leon, I…” To your surprise, he had turned to you too, hanging his mouth open as he was about to speak.

Before any of you could say anything, however, a loud blast interrupted you. The dark room was suddenly enveloped in a very bright oranguish light that accompanied by deafening noise and the sound of the agonizing zombies.

Leon moved on an instinct and wrapped his arms around you, shielding you with his body. You yelped against his ear when the explosion went off, clutching to him and shielding yourself in his embrace.

When the silence came, you paused for a moment as if to make sure you were safe. Leon was breathing heavily as he slowly let go of you and looked over his shoulder to analyze the situation. You grew tense when he sharply moved around, facing his back to you and wielding his gun. It was empty, but whoever was there didn’t know that.

“Calm down, Leon” Came a female voice. “It’s just me”

“Ada?” He sighed in relief and immediately lowered his weapon. “Was that you?”

“Of course” The woman approached, wearing a red dress which was a little revealing.

“Thanks” He muttered, and you almost felt like he had suddenly forgotten you were there with him.

You cleared your throat to make yourself present in their conversation and to remind your boyfriend of your existence. He looked to you in surprise, almost like he didn’t know why you were suddenly so grumpy.

“Um…” You stepped forward, placing yourself between Ada and Leon. You had definitely heard of her, but didn’t tell her that. “Thanks for saving us and all that, but who the hell are you?”

“Ada Wong” She coolly replied, holding a hand out for you to shake. You didn’t.

“I’m Y/N” You analyzed her expression, wondering if he had told her about you. Her expression was unreadable.

“You’re welcome” Was all she said in response.

You stared at each other for a moment, even if her dark eyes drifted to Leon behind you for a moment. Then she calmly shifted her weight from one foot to another and shrugged casually.

“Anyway, I gotta go” Ada walked past you and closer to Leon. “See you soon”

Maybe she didn’t know you were together, or maybe she did but didn’t care. Anyhow, she kissed Leon in the cheek, although dangerously close to his lips, and held his chin after that and to give it a flirtatious squeeze. It could have been an innocent and fond gesture, but coming from her was somehow flirtatious and slightly sensual.

You noticed how Leon’s blue eyes followed her as she swaggered away. It was almost like she was provoking him, and he was definitely falling for it.

“Hey, boyfriend” You nudged him, bringing his attention back to you. “So that was the famous Ada?”

“Yeah” You shone the flashlight in his eyes, causing him to look away for a moment not to get blinded by it. His cheeks were a faint tone of pink. “I told you about her”

“You did, kinda” Without waiting for him, you began walking away. His footsteps immediately followed. “Wasn’t how I imagined her to be, though”

“Where are you going?”

“I dunno”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Getting away from here”

“Y/N” Leon sweetly took your hand in his, stopping you from walking any further. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” You huffed in outrage, hating to feel like that yet being unable to stop it. “What do you mean?”

“C’mon” He remained calm as he gently turned you around to face him. “I know something’s up”

“And you don’t know what?” You dedicated him a sarcastic grin.

“N-No…” You wondered if he really was that oblivious or if he was playing dumb.

“Then why don’t you ask that flirt in the red dress?” You rolled your eyes at him, trying to keep on walking.

“Ada?” Even the way he said her name bothered you. “Y/N, wait…”

“What?” He tugged at your hand, keeping you in place.

“Are you… jealous?” Leon sounded astonished and maybe even a little bit amused, which only angered you more.

“Me? No” You sarcastically said, rolling your eyes again. “Just because you didn’t tell me how gorgeous she is or the fact that she goes kissing you as she pleases, even in front of me”

“Y/N…” There was a small smile on his lips, which made your blood boil. You wouldn’t have expected that from him.

“Oh, also, I’m not sure if you told her we’re together or not, but either way she’s awful”

“Okay” His hand firmly fell on your hip, bringing you closer to him until your fronts touched. “I’ll admit, Ada is a bit forward but…”

“Not that you tried to stop her” You averted your gaze, feeling tears of sadness and frustration.

“Y/N…” His voice was soft as velvet as he gingerly curled up his finger under your chin, making you look at him. “She’s not you”

You frowned, watching him closely and waiting for him to say something else. Luckily he did, because you didn’t want to speak yourself and let him know of the shakiness in your voice.

“It’s complicated, with me and Ada” He sighed, even if his eyes were locked with yours in a way that made you want to melt. “But she’s not you, that kiss didn’t mean anything to me”

“You promise?” You hated to think that there was something between them.

“I promise” Leon paused to kiss your forehead, so lovingly that it forced a dreamy sigh out of you. “I have eyes only for you”

[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.