#re6 leon <333< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[sincerelymina]

pretty baby

content: re6 leon x female reader. age gap. smoking. alcohol consumption. fake-dating? two pretentious people engaging in a conversation. leon saying "women." barely suggestive. reader is apart of leon's squad. honorable mention: claire redfield. author's note: mmmmmm re6 leon (i'm losing my mind). i posted this from my patio because the weather's finally getting better yay.

contrary to popular opinion, dreary, rainy nights were one of your most favorite things—amongst many other stuff you cherished—but you held nights like these dear to your heart. the soft pattering from rain droplets hitting against the window, a warm blanket, and comfortable pajamas, coupled with a cup of hot coffee and a book was, in your opinion, a perfect way to wind down after slaving away at work all day.

however…you just wished for one more thing.

a boyfriend. a man. someone to call your own. 

someone who'd let you rest your head on their lap as you flipped through the pages and took sporadic sips of whatever hot beverage you were drinking at the moment. someone who'd thread their fingers through your hair and press soft kisses on your forehead. your entire body yearned for such a thing, but it always felt so out of reach.

unfortunately, men didn't commit, or think, like that. they just took what they wanted like dogs and then headed out the door, not a single care in the world. it was pathetic and desperate. 

hook-up culture irked you. so did "talking stages," or anything of that caliber. why would any sane person waste their time and energy like that on someone they'd meet for no longer than a week? maybe you were just a hopeless romantic. 

maybe you were the pathetic and desperate one.

none of the men at your workplace interested you in the slightest—as they all had that mindset you loathed. you were a special government agent, trying to save the world from bioterrorism. all the male agents were arrogant, wanna-be jerks. they'd call themselves "esoteric" when really, their favorite movie directors were quentin tarantino and christopher nolan.

you just rolled your eyes and sighed. how deplorable.

there was one guy, however, but you deemed him out of the question. a forbidden fruit, in other words. for starters, he was a good ten years—maybe more—older than you. he also happened to be the leader of your assigned, specific, squad. and ironically enough, a mercenary had him twirling his dirty blonde hair and blushing like a schoolgirl. she was very gorgeous, in his defense.

leon kennedy was just so damn handsome, it had you acting a fool. you couldn't help but swoon when he called you "sweetheart" casually, as if it was second nature. he'd put his hands on your waist while walking past you, muttering a quick, "sorry, sweetheart." he had really good taste in films, music, and books too, surprisingly. he treated you like a real person, not a piece of meat like most men did.

he even made you laugh at his insanely stupid jokes.

you often wondered if you were in love with him, or if it was just a fleeting crush. or maybe you adored the attention he gave you (more than your other peers). but then again, was there really a difference between love and attention?

as you tucked your knees beneath yourself, sinking down further into the couch, your cellphone vibrated right next to you, the caller id reading leon—how fucking cliche. your heart then dropped, wondering why he'd call you at eight pm on a saturday. swallowing the lump in your throat, you answered quickly, "um, hello?" 

"hey sweetheart," leon's low, smooth voice said on the other end of the line. it sounded like he was driving. maybe to see me, you thought, before chastising yourself for being delusional. he couldn't fawn over you when ada wong existed. a beat later, he added, "i know this is a little out of the norm, but i was just wondering if you were free tomorrow."

free tomorrow? for what? was this seriously happening? you dumbfoundedly stammered, uttering something so laughable out, "i— uh— are you sure you have the right number?" your whole body recoiled with cringe the second those words rolled right off your tongue. you resisted the urge to groan in annoyance.

and laugh is exactly what leon did. it was short, almost a scoff. "nah. but it isn't what you think, don't worry," that little bit confused you, before he elaborated, "i'm not trying to be some creepy boss. long story short, i need a date for an event."

"a date..? what kind of event?" you queried, sitting yourself upright. your mind was still barely registering the fact that you were having this conversation with leon, quite literally moments after fantasizing about him.

he let out a soft exhale, "one of my old friends is hosting this get together, and lets just say i've been lying to her about having a girlfriend—" leon groaned at how juvenile he was sounding, shaking his head in disbelief. "i'm too old for this shit." he chastised, before getting back on track. "anyways, she's been on my ass about it, telling me i should find a girl, and that i'd be a lot happier, or something like that." 

debatable, he thought, given his experience with a certain woman in the past.

"so i lied to her, and said i was talking to this girl, so she's expecting you. you don't have to if you aren't up for it, but i won't let you go back home empty-handed if you do end up coming through."

pretending to be leon's girlfriend—even for a day—sounded like heaven on earth to you. 

without even giving the offer a second thought, you said a little too excitedly, "yes!—i mean, sure, why not." a poor attempt at playing it cool. "i haven't got anything planned tomorrow, so…"

leon chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm, finding it endearing. unbeknownst to you, the man did actually think about you outside of work, even if it swarmed him with guilt. you weren't a rookie, but still, it felt wrong. he was thirty-six, he shouldn't be giving a girl in her early-to-mid twenties second thoughts. he really did feel like a "creepy boss."

but he couldn't help himself. not when you were so unfathomably pretty. his lips parted at the way you'd smile up at him, nodding your head as you quickly scurried off and followed orders, or how you'd always offer to help him with filing mission reports—a very tedious task that no other agent on your team would ever volunteer to do. 

he also wasn't an idiot, and knew that you held him on some sort of pedestal, whether it be a crush, infatuation, or simply admiration. 

"alright, cool." leon affirmed, now pulling into his driveway, the asphalt crackling beneath the tires. he pulled the keys out of the ignition, and shoved them into his pocket, whilst staying on the phone with you. "i'll pick you up around six. we won't stay too long, leave around eight. okay?"

your mouth had went dry by this point, but you quickly agreed, "yeah, sounds good."

what the hell just happened? 

holding onto leon's arm, the two of you walked into his friend's—who you later found out was the claire redfield—house, and you couldn't help but marvel at the place. clearly, the woman made relatively well money, and it showed itself in flaming colors through her subtle decor. dressed in her classic red leather jacket, she greeted you and leon with a smile, "hey leon, and…the mystery girl he's been telling me about," the woman chuckled. she was so pretty.

you introduced yourself to claire, surprisingly not feeling nervous in the slightest, as you usually were when you meet people for the first time. it wasn't that you were shy, you were just reserved. but claire was sweet. some people take ages to warm up to, but she wasn't like that—instantly likable. 

"i honestly don't know how a girl as pretty as her is into you leon," claire teased, a knowing smirk on her maroon lips. leon just scoffed, rolling his eyes as if he was used to her tormenting. "drinks?" she asked, not waiting for you two to respond as she handed the two of you glasses of red wine.

you mumble a quick thank you, then raising the glass to your lip gloss coated lips, taking a sip before laughing, "maybe i'm just attracted to losers." which wasn't exactly a lie—you were in love with leon, or something like that. he just didn't know. yet…

"a loser?" an offended look crosses his perfect features, as he looks down at you in surprise. he just shook his head and sighed, "women." the comment earned a chuckle from both you and claire—laughing at leon's misery would always be funny. he could only purse his lips and keep his peace.

your eyes dart around the room, noticing a few familiar faces, others not. a couple of bsaa agents, sherry birkin—to name a few—and more. the next hour consisted of repeating your introduction to a few more of leon's friends that you didn't know, and leon sporadically leaving kisses on either the top of your head, or your arm, as any "boyfriend" would. he was doing an awfully good job of playing the part.

almost too good. if only you weren't so oblivious.

the atmosphere was becoming disgustingly stuffy, so you free yourself from leon's arm wrapped around your waist from behind, and told him, "hey, i'm gonna step out on the patio for a second." 

"wait, i'll go with you." and you didn't protest against it.

leon was fighting the guilt that was regurgitating to the surface, telling himself that he shouldn't pursue you in any way possible. he couldn't entertain whatever feelings you were harboring for him, not when he was the older, more experienced individual in this scenario. but he was weak. so inexplicably drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. 

the two of you slipped out to the patio, standing side-by-side as the cool breeze blew threw your hair, the skirt of your dress billowing in the wind. leon stared at you, lovelorn. you pulled a pack of parliaments and a fancy lighter out of your purse, flicking it and lighting your cigarette.

"i didn't know you smoked." leon said plainly. he himself didn't—never did, never will. it was a bit ironic how he was comfortable being an alcoholic, though.

you shrugged, exhaling a plume of smoke into the air, "eh. i'm not addicted, like you might be assuming. i just do it for shits and giggles, i don't know," another puff, another cloud of smoke.

"shits and giggles?" he mused, laughing lightly. "that's a juvenile way to put it."

his laugh alone pulled a smile onto your lips, as you couldn't fight the heat that spread across your cheeks like a wildfire. "i guess. but hey, everyone has their vices, don't judge." 

"hey, i'm not judging." leon raised his hands in surrender, a soft smile of his own forming. "you just didn't strike me as the type, that's all."

you just shook your head with a grin, looking away from leon bashfully, trying your hardest to ignore the fact that your heart was beating out of your chest. he was a horribly charming fake boyfriend. it didn't help that you were already pining for the man, even if you wanted to pretend like you could never have him. that was beyond your concerns in this moment. 

"what kind of girl do i strike you as?" you ask curiously, turning your head to meet him staring right at you. oh shit. you bit the corner of your cheek anxiously. whatever, i'm probably misreading things, you console yourself. no, he couldn't be. this wasn't some cheesy romcom. 

he feigned mulling over the question for a moment, before replying in a tone softer than silk. "well," leon got a little closer, just a teensy bit, and said, "you're a good girl. tooth-rottingly sweet, does her work before its due, volunteers when she doesn't have to, not to mention she graduated top of her class. you're also bit of a stickler, no offense," his sharp eyes met yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

"i am not—!" he gave you a knowing look, before you sighed, "i guess you're right. but whatever, you like jane austen novels," you fired back, "you, who enjoys bands like alice in chains and the foo fighters, reads authors like dostoevsky and nabokov—your favorite movie is the french connection for christ's sake! jane austen is very out of character, i'd say."

leon couldn't describe the swell of adoration he felt for you as you judged his tastes, going on a whole tangent; if he had no self-control, he'd kiss you without hesitation. but he played it cool, his eyes narrowing as he countered, "that's different." 

you remembered that stuff about him. his heart skipped a beat, making him feel like an anxious teenager.

"it's different? how's it different?" you retorted playfully, and the two of you went back and forth for the next five minutes over the most ineffably stupid conversation known to mankind. the whole scene was so awfully picturesque, straight out of a movie. 

"whatever you say, sweetheart," was what leon said sarcastically, ending the banter between the two of you, even if he was enjoying it beyond belief. it had been a damn long time since he'd felt something this warm inside of him. leon mentally chastised himself for being so self-indulgent—even if he really deserved it.

his pale blue eyes glance over at his watch, reading the time: 8:04 pm. leon then looked up at you, and asked, "you wanna head out soon?" 

you take a final puff from your lit cigarette, softly exhaling the smoke, before answering weakly, "hm? oh, uh, sure." 

that definitely put a damper in your mood, and leon took very well notice of it. after tonight, you wouldn't be leon's pretend girlfriend. you'd go back to being his subordinate, just someone who he worked with on the field, and maybe considered a friend. you really enjoyed spending time with more veteran agents tonight, more importantly, you enjoyed spending time with leon. 

this all only made your lovesick self worse. you felt slightly mad at him for playing his part so well.

"you okay?" leon asked, a concerned expression etched onto his features as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. his hand, typically so calloused from the rough years, felt so delicate. it was jarring, yet swoon-worthy. he was a little confused as to why you were so upset now.

you swallowed the heavy lump in yout throat, unsure of how to proceed, so you resort to simply mustering up a half-hearted smile, "yeah. just a little exhausted."

"exhausted?" he repeated incredulously. "just a minute ago you were spewing nonsense at me. tell me the truth, sweetheart." a genuine look was plastered on his face, one you couldn't argue against. but it wasn't like you could confess to leon just like that, with zero repercussions. no, that wouldn't work.

he teased slyly, in an attempt to lighten the mood and cheer you up, "was i too mean?"

"nah," you couldn't bring yourself to stifle your chuckle, "it's just…" your voice trailed off, not knowing how to proceed. "well…" leon lifts his hand from you shoulder, up to your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear, allowing him to get a better look of your face. your lips part slightly in awe at his sweet gesture—you weren't by anyone now, you didn't have to pretend to be a couple. 

"c'mon, lay it on me."

you sucked in a deep breath, before swallowing your pride, and confessing, "leon, i— look, i know it's not allowed, and quite frankly, inappropriate, but…" 

and that was telling enough. he knew just what you were trying to tell him, and to save you from any further embarrassing stuttering, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing overs, your breath mingling with his.

"that's alright," leon cooed, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. "i'm flattered, really."

his mind was yelling, praying for him to stop and get ahold of himself, but his entire body was working on autopilot, fueling his desires. here this pretty girl was, handing herself to him on a silver platter—how in god's name could he refuse? he was just as eager for her, to feel her soft skin, kiss her sweet, full lips. his breath hitched as your hand lightly trailed up his arm. 

his lips then left a soft, gentle kiss against yours. you sighed contently, leaning in closer to his touch, deepening the kiss. leon's hands roamed a bit more freely, crawling up your sides, lingering on your hips. he pulled away for a moment, and mumbled, "you're so pretty baby," a light chuckle erupted from his throat, the sound alone making your heart flutter. "such a sweet girl." he left another kiss on your jaw, then on your neck, his light stubble prickling your skin.

a shaky breath slipped past your lips, escaping from the depths of your lungs. his words alone made your knees weak—this seemed so surreal, but nice. here leon was, a man you thought you'd never have, kissing you as if he really was your boyfriend. you lifted your hands, bringing them up to cup his cheeks, and smiled. 

"so…are you just getting free kisses out of me, or what?"

leon shook his head, "nah, no way." another quick kiss against your lips. "i'm taking you out for dinner next weekend. i won't take no for an answer." he stared at you intently, as he plunged right back in for another kiss—this man was starved. 

you reciprocated each and every kiss, letting out a soft moan as he slipped his tongue past your lips, fingers tangling into his dirty blonde hair. leon was at war with his mind, his body betraying his thoughts. he really shouldn't be doing this—entertaining the notion of a relationship between the two of you—but he couldn't bring himself to. he was only human, after all.

"fine by me," you replied, pulling away momentarily to catch your breath. "b-but what about the rules? wouldn't this get us both in trouble?"

"again with the stickler act." leon chuckled amusedly. "sweetheart, nobody has to know. this'll be our little thing. we can keep this under the wraps, can't we?—if it all works out, that is. believe it or not…i've had it bad for you too." he reassured you, the words coming out smoothly, as if he'd been planning this moment for ages. i've got it bad for you too. 

"if you say so," you conceded with a stupid smile, leaning in to kiss him again. leon pushed away any regretful thoughts, not allowing them to consume a good moment—they were as rare as they come with him.

you both really were a bunch of self-indulgent, pretentious losers.

[viviebeevie]

I took a bunch of expression requests on Twitter :)

[vaaaaaiolet]

vivi first of all you don't UNDERSTAND when i say i lovw cowboys. & i love leon. & i love matt mercer as re6 leon. I MEAN IT!!! (+ i mean.. we know matt mercer's capable of one of THE most handsome southern drawls around) second why are you so good at writing!! the weaving of religious imagery and. gosh idk you just have such a way with words, and you sell the fantasy of every scenario you throw leon into. (also WHAT do you mean half assed. everything's so good, the banter is so fun, and so- so leon) amazing work fr <3

matt mercer makes me go RABID YOU'RE SO REAL!!! FOR THIS!! i would pay my entire college tuition to him in cash to hear his southern drawl just once oh my goodness.

ACKKKK THAT'S RELIEVING TO HEAR LMAOO i think this is the first actual REAL nsfw yk i've ever written so i was super nervous posting. i'm so happy you liked it AHHHH ILYYY!!! THANK YOU FOR READING!! KISSING YOU THRU THE SCREEN <333

[hurrakka]

Just want to tell you I absolutely LOVE your resident evil art (especially the Re6 stuff) 😭😭😭 it makes me genuinely laugh so hard and it makes my day every time I see it.

Aww thank you! Always glad my art gets a chuckle out of ppl <333

I just got into the franchise recently thanks to the 4make and god re6 got me feeling a lotta things, lotsa silly things (not to mention re6 leon) which sparked my desire to make them comics again.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

For your character ask: chris, Mia, and leon :)

(Mia and Chris are for you bc I love you and leon is for me bc you love me <3 )

Thank you sars ilyt <333

Chris 

1. Sexuality headcanon: mans is gay as fuck. A homosexual

2. Otp: Chris x Ethan

3. Brotp: Chris and Jill

4. Notp: idk nothing really I guess. I mean I don’t ship him with like Jill or Wesker but nothing I hate

5. First headcanon that pops into my head: gay himbo (canon)

6. Favourite line from this character: This is a hard one. One of my favourites is "Trust is built through actions, not words" from Revelations. Also anything dumb he’s ever said

7. One way in which I relate to this character: he is stupid and gay and also cares a lot

8. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: anything dumb he’s ever said

9. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: cinnamon roll (real)

Mia

1. Sexuality headcanon: straight, bi-curious

2. Otp: Mia x Ethan <3

3. Brotp: Mia and Chris

4. Notp: Mia x Mother Miranda. Mia deserves way better

5. First headcanon that pops into my head: she’s trans and so is Ethan

6. Favourite line from this character: She unfortunately never had many lines but I love how she yells “that fucking HURT” gives me gay little chills every time

7. One way in which I relate to this character: She would do anything to protect her family

8. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: nothing. Just the fandom itself

9. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: she wouldn’t be a problematic fave if she was a man I’ll tell you that. She’s a cinnamon roll in reality

Leon

1. Sexuality headcanon: bisexual but only RE6 and later, before that he’s homophobic 

2. Otp: Leon x a kick in the head

3. Brotp: Chris and Leon

4. Notp: Claire and Leon (she is a lesbian)

5. First headcanon that pops into my head: He unironically enjoys Weezer

6. Favourite line from this character: the bingo line I guess

7. One way in which I relate to this character: We are both in love with Ada

8. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: All of RE4 lmao

9. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave: He’s YOUR problematic fave smh my head

[withonly-sweetheart]

🏳️‍🌈💜💛 Queen tell me

AHHH CLAUDIA TYSM WAS LITERALLY TYPING OUT URS WHEN THIS CAME IN!! <333

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

okay for me its literally krauser the metaltango ships are fine and all but like?? hes his mentor and i just see it as that theres nothing else personally to me krauser is not gay. thats all i have to say!!

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

BRO PEOPLE DONT UNDERSTAND HOW FINE PIERS NIVANS AND JAKE MULLER ARE TO ME LIKE

piers is THE cuntiest like i cant with you literally hes so cute i love him so much hes literally an angry little dog WIERUWERJSIPWER

JAKES MELEES IN RE6 ARE ACTUALLY SO GOOD? HIS QUIPS ARE NOT CRINGE AT ALL AND THEY'RE ACTUALLY FUNNY!! he's made for sherry imo BUT LIKE PERSONALLY? FINE !!!

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

ashley and leon. im sorry i see them as literal siblings like they would be best friends like locked in sister and brother and i dont even mean that in an incestuous way like. i cant tell you like sure they're shipped together a lot but thats only because ashley didnt get enough attention as a child (hc).

[ashiemochi]

Hello there!! I'm back to talk about chapter 51 😋😋

Is it bad that I actually feel bad whenever the infected dogs appear 😭 but this scene was so cool!! (and leon's one-liners too lmao) like yes so ah you go girl!!! Save your man!!! Their reunion was so adorable seriously they're so great together?? Can they just confess to each other already omg 🤧 (I'm so ready for that first kiss to happen as well 👀)

And that part with chris please all the stuff we learned about so ah omg??? (I must say when you mentioned wesker I was so happy djsjsj) and I CAN'T BELIEVE frederic is ready to sell her like come on dude fight me on this one . I might have misunderstood but since so ah has immunity against the virus then she's like jake in re6 right?? (btw sorry for asking dumb/obvious questions my brain isn't cooperating eh)

Learning all this about herself must be so hard omg idk how I would react but it must be such a shock?? It's even crazier how so ah must have come close to death so many times like near cardiac arrest?? Frederic really is crazy all that just for the virus 😐 I understand how hard it is for her to believe this but omg as a reader you just wish she would stop trusting him 😭

And the way leon is trying to make her laugh and reassure her <333 they're so so so so cute .

That whole part about so ah being bored 😭😭 this was so funny djsjsj

And that part after when he explains to her how he is able to track her </3 please so ah he's not just protecting you bc it's his job he's in love with you!!!! And the fact that they get separated right after that </3 my heart is in SHAMBLES

And Ada is finally here!!! I knew she was the one who slept with her ex damn!!!!!! Tho I'm really curious as to who Ada is working for and why frederic told so ah to be wary of her 🤔

And what did so ah mean by "does that mean ji dae was right"? I honestly don't remember what he told her............... And I'm SO CURIOUS about what was downloaded on the usb!!

As always it was a really great chapter and I'm already looking forward to the next one 💗💗

omg hii <33 these asks literally brighten up my day💗

I haven't noticed until I was done with the outbreak did I realise that I've accidentally made So Ah similar to Jake in RE6😭 like the bitch got antibodies like the guy and it was an honest mistake- that's what I get for writing an over 200k word fanfic ig </3 imagine tho how it'd go if they meet up-

"so you're the girl who's got the antibodies for the g-virus,"

"yeah, my fatherly figure was an asshole."

"same with my dad. up top✋"

I decided to throw in someeeeeeee "does he really want to be around me because he wants to or is it just his job?" moment because it'll play a BIG part in the next chapter 👀 it was one of my fave chapters to write and you'll get to see how good frederic is at being shitty-

This fanfic takes place after Jason's shenanigans BUT before RE5 (and damnation) soOO, as far as I'm concerned, RE 4's Separate ways shows that Ada is working for,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 👀👀👀👀

Check chapterrr whatever this number is because that's when So Ah was drunkenly rambling about Ji Dae at Matthew's party:

“And, hic, and then he was like ‘I don’t even hic remember fucking her!’"

“He said that with the hiccups?”

“No! He hic shouted at me!”

Hope you enjoy tomorrow's chapter! I made myself tear up writing it💕!

link to fic!💕