#resident evil 4 remake fic

[solanumofthestars]

Got a Light?

AN: I don’t know how or why this happened. But I do know that I need to post this. Apologies for any mistakes, and I hope that if you read, you will enjoy.

Rating/Warnings: T, light swearing, smoking, kissing.

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy X Luis Serra

Word Count:  1.6k

Summary: Leon and Luis decide to have a smoke (Luis POV).

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The rain was cold and unpleasant. They were lucky to have found shelter, and even luckier that the cigarettes had not gotten too wet. 

“Mierda, hace frío,” he cursed. 

“What?” Leon asked. The American was sitting on a worn out couch, shoulders slumped, a weary expression painting his face.

He waved him off, not bothering to explain what he had said. “You should sleep a little, like our lady over there.” His eyes wandered over to the young Ashley, who was curled up in a ball on an old bed. 

“No, we have to go soon anyway,” Leon said.

Unfortunately, he was right. It wasn’t safe, and the only reason they had stopped was because the thick rain made it impossible to see any incoming danger. That, and they would be useless if they all caught pneumonia. 

He sighed. “Then, may I suggest we warm up a little?” He held out a cigarette, offering Leon one. Not that cigarettes would do much in terms of warmth, but hey, it was something.

But of course, Leon tightly shook his head in response. “I told you I don’t smoke. It’s poison.”

“Friend, you are an American agent taking part in missions that would make a regular soldier jump off a cliff, willfully.” He sat down next to Leon with a grunt. “I think one cigarette pales in comparison to all the hard, traumatic work you’ve been doing.” He paused for effect. “And are currently doing.”

“No.” Leon unholstered one of his guns and began obsessively checking it, despite the fact that he had done so a few minutes ago.

“I don’t like when you’re so tense, blondie-”

“-don’t call me that.” His words cut through with ferocity. Man was he grumpy.

But that wasn’t going to stop him. “As I was saying, you’re too tense. And if you’re tense, you are easily stressed. And when you’re stressed, you make mistakes.” Once again, he held out a lone cigarette, this time with a lighter.

That got Leon’s attention. With a sigh, he put the gun back into his thigh holster, and took the cigarette, lighting it and inhaling with such ease that it was all but obvious that he had smoked in the past, and frequently too. “Got a drink?” Leon asked.

He tsked. “Sadly no, I would go for some wine or…anything stronger, really.” 

“Whiskey?” Leon asked. He was already taking another drag. 

He shook his head. “No, too woody. Bourbon is better.” 

The American cocked his head and slowly nodded. “You have a point there.”

He smiled. Leon was talking, which meant the cigarette was already working. He enjoyed watching it move back and forth between those ridiculously soft-looking lips. 

Leon. What an interesting fellow. A face that would make any model envious, paired with a body that screamed professional fighter, nay, warrior. His eyes, however, betrayed a tiredness he had seen only in old men, or people who had gone through unspeakable hardship that had permanently scarred them. Given that Leon did not look above thirty, he’d wager a guess that it was the latter. Although in this world, who could know?

Right, he needed a cigarette too. He pulled one out of the box, but just as he was about to ask Leon to pass him the lighter, a bold idea came to his mind. 

“Can I use your cigarette to light up?” 

Leon looked down at the lighter in his hand and then gave him a puzzled look, but didn’t outwardly protest, or say no.

Good enough. 

He leaned in, not waiting for Leon to pass him his lit cigarette. Instead, he moved in close, so close that his forehead just barely brushed against those silky, blonde strands. The tips of the cigarettes touched, and as he held the cigarette between his fingers, he inhaled, slowly, deliberately, stealing the embers from Leon’s cigarette while looking into his pretty, blue eyes. 

Curious. Here he was, obviously flirting, and yet Leon didn’t so much as push him away or complain. No, in fact, somewhere, behind all that sadness and tension, he saw a flicker, a spark, a little twitch of interest. It meant that there was something to work with.

He moved away, and took a long, satisfying drag. The smoke spreading through his lungs felt good. “So Leon, you look like a man who has lived a full life.”

Leon didn’t reply. But he didn’t scoff at him either. In fact, he was looking at him with an odd expression. All he did was continue smoking, blowing a puff of smoke into the air.  

Not a problem, he could continue talking. “Anyone else in that life? A woman?”

Ah, a hint of a smile. There was someone. “Not really,” Leon lied in between drags.

“I see, I see. I myself am also without a partner. For now.” He let the cigarette hang between his fingers. Leon was nearly finished with his.

“Ah, looks like you’re done. Another?” He offered.

It was amusing to watch him hesitate before taking another one. To his disappointment, Leon didn’t light up in a similarly intimate manner, although he did audibly exhale and throw his head back ever so slightly when he took the first drag. It was a nice sight.

It also told him that Leon was getting more and more relaxed.  “Either way, as I was saying,” he continued, “I do not have anyone now, but I would just kill for a beautiful person to give me a kiss. And sit on my lap.”

Yeah he was laying it on pretty thick, but he didn’t give a shit. The clock was ticking, and the mood was just right. Pouring rain, a cozy, dilapidated, wooden farmhouse, and even some atmospheric lighting courtesy of the candles the cultists left all over the place.

“I’m not sitting on your lap,” Leon dryly responded. 

He nearly choked on the smoke he was inhaling. “Hermoso, I never said you were beautiful,” he drawled with what he hoped was a flirty smile. 

“Stop calling me names, Luis.”

Oh, Leon didn’t know what hermoso meant. Well that line fell fucking flat. What, did this man not even try to read some dumb “How to pick up chicks in Spanish 101” before he came here?

With a sigh, he threw his hands up. Leon was nearly done with his cigarette, and something told him he wouldn’t have another one. Got to be more direct then. “I am just saying, despite our dire situation, I’d kiss someone.”

“Then kiss me.”

He had just been about to take a drag, but his hand froze mid-way to his face. “Huh?” He turned to look at Leon, who had taken a final drag before dropping the cigarette butt on floor and grinding it under his heel.

“Go ahead and kiss me then,” Leon repeated. He was resting his head on his hand. 

Luis scoffed, looked to the side, and then looked at Leon again. “Do not get me wrong, you look like you need a kiss, but this isn’t one of those things where I try to kiss you and you use it as an excuse to shove me, or punch me-”

“No.” There was a tinge of amusement in his voice. “You’re clearly coming on to me, I feel I could make it worth your while.”

Fascinating. And a little condescending. “I take it you like men then, Leon?” 

A shrug. “I don’t mind them.”

It was amusing how casually he was trying to play this off. But he could see the signs, oh yes. For instance, Leon’s body was now turned towards him, and his eyes were looking right at him, not off to the side, or onto the ground. 

Well, it seemed like a kiss was in order then. He threw his cigarette on the ground and leaned in, risking a light touch to Leon’s cheek and brushing away a few strands of stray hair, before tilting the man’s chin up with the tips of his fingers.

He started with a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, lips that were indeed as soft as they looked, and then pulled back a hair’s breadth to see if Leon would lean back in. 

He did.

So he parted his lips and slipped in a bit of tongue, happy to give something more. And Leon seemed happy to reciprocate.

Soon, his hands were snaking in closer, one resting on Leon’s cheek, the other on his lower thigh. 

Leon, sadly, did not move to touch him, his hands still firmly planted on his knees (he peeked); however, he had tilted his head further to the side and opened his mouth just a touch wider, making sure to slide his own tongue in deeper.  

Blissful moments passed, them moving apart only to kiss from another angle, or to readjust their lips. The kiss was a little sloppy, but it felt good, and electrifying. He just really fucking wished Leon would put his hands on him- in a nice way, of course. 

Unfortunately, they had to stop, not only to catch their breath, but also because it was starting to get too much. If that kiss had gone on any longer, he would have been crawling into Leon’s lap. 

“That wasn’t bad,” Leon said, sitting back as if he hadn’t just shared a long, wet, borderline passionate kiss with someone. 

“You sound surprised- I kiss well, you know.” He ran his thumb along his bottom lip. He had liked the kiss more than he cared to admit. Fuck. 

Leon gently laughed. “You do.” His eyes had lit up.

Oh now what the fuck was he supposed to say? “You wanna kiss again, Leon?” He internally cringed at how quickly he blurted out that question.

Leon opened his mouth to answer, but then, there was a distant scream, and Ashley began to stir.

Leon jumped up, his entire posture stiffening “We need to move.”

“Right, right,” he agreed, hoping his disappointment had been masked sufficiently. Leon was right. 

Which is why he was once again taken by surprise when Leon patted him on the shoulder. “Raincheck,” he said with a slight grin, and he was off.

He smiled. “Raincheck indeed, blondie.”

[melancholyhigh]

ALL MINE.

ft. leon x f!reader

synopsis. you realize you're in love with your roommate. it sucks that he's ignoring you all of a sudden.

content. 4.7k words. smut. slight jealousy/possessiveness, subby leon, dry humping, handjob, finger sucking, praise & degradation kink, unprotected p in v (riding), overstimulation, creampie, slight subspace.

note. i had mental anguish while writing this so i apologize if it's not my best. i'm also sorry for being so inactive :((

masterlist. i love feedback & reblogs <3

Leon S. Kennedy was probably the best roommate you could’ve asked for.

He had fit the criteria you hand conjured for the perfect housemate the first time you met. Leon was calm, and the apartment was pretty clean. From what you can tell, he cared enough about himself and his surroundings. 

Hell, the place looked almost uninhabited save for some trinkets and a few bits of his personality sprinkled about.

Only if you had known what you were getting yourself into when you had agreed to become his roommate.

–-

The first month of residing with Leon was great. You rarely crossed paths and never really communicated with each other due to how stressful looking for a new job was, and then proceeding to attend said job was tiring enough for you to make little social interactions.

He was relatively closed off as well. Not talking to you unless necessary or common courtesy such as a simple ‘Good morning.’

After you settled in, you noticed how much of a strange man Leon was. For one, when he did go to work, he left for weeks at a time, and in his return, he was even more closed off somehow. Leon doesn’t spare you a glance or a greeting, only grunting if you ask if he is alright.

He’s also covered in bruises and bandages, leaving you more concerned.

It made you question who really was your roommate.

In the first meeting you and Leon had, you inquired about his job, mostly to try and figure out how your schedule would work, but also with genuine interest. At the time, he merely shrugged, not answering your question point blank, telling you not to worry about it. 

He mentioned his past job as a police officer. You’d dare to ask him more about it, but you didn’t want to pry, leaving the questions for another day.

Lately, you’ve been wishing more than ever that he had answered the question instead of dodging it. In rare moments that you focus on anything else but your job, it often leads you to think about Leon and what he does while he’s away.

It annoys you too that he doesn’t tell you when he’s leaving. He doesn’t owe it to you, but some nights you think he’s getting a drink, only to return a few days later bloodied and bruised.

One night, your overthinking got the worst of you after Leon returned to your apartment in the worst condition you’ve seen in the past few months you’ve been living with him.

Up late, you were in the shared living room, wondering when he’d get home. It had been two weeks since you had last seen Leon. It was way longer than his usual business days. You had been worrying nonstop, not getting a wink of sleep. Was he dead? You’d be the first suspect on the list.

You had called him multiple times, all going to voicemail. That is until you heard the faint creaking of the front door. There he walked in, faced all fucked up. His lip busted, sporting ugly yellow and purple bruises all over the exposed flesh of his body, and a bandage wrapped around his left hand blotted with dry blood.

He was awkwardly shuffling into the room, trying not to wake, you presume. A bit late for that. 

“Where the hell were you, Leon?” your voice breaks the early morning silence. 

You see him jump slightly in surprise, almost dropping his bag. A different emotion washes through him. A mix of fright and guilt, it’s different from what you’re used to seeing him with.

Leon quickly composes himself, going back to his stoic expression. Taking his shoes caked in mud off at the front door, resting his bag down, he walks over to the kitchen opening the fridge. The light streams out, illuminating the kitchen as you follow him, awaiting an answer.

“Didn’t I tell you not to worry about it?” His back is turned to you, rummaging through the contents of the fridge.

“You’ve been gone for two weeks,” you stress with exhaustion, eyeing his injuries. “What the fuck happened to you.”

He flexes his broad shoulder before turning around to face you. His gaze pins you down before he’s back to ignoring you as he chugs the cold bottled water in his grasp. The fridge is still open, and it adds more nuisance within you.

“It’s not that bad,” he shrugs. He finally shuts the fridge close, only the moon’s light filtering into the room. “Why do you care, anyways?”

“‘Cause when you go missing, I’ll be the one locked up, Leon,” you say. He’s staring at you, trying to suppress a smirk. 

“You sure it’s not ‘cause you like me? I’m here to stay.” Is this fucker teasing you? He’s nothing like you first met him. Maybe it’s the blood loss. But to be fair, this is the first proper conversation you’ve had with him in months — you didn’t know how he actually was. 

Rolling your eyes, you ignore him, shifting your focus to his bandaged hand, blood seeping through the fabric. 

“Let me take a look at that, please,” you urge, taking his hand into yours. You overlook the questions blooming in your mind to tend to his injury.

“Okay.”

You turn the lights on, searching for a first aid kit. Once you retrieve it, you’re back in front of Leon, who’s sat patiently at the dining table. 

You roll the sleeves of your sweatshirt up before carefully peeling the fabric sticking to his bloody skin. The large gash on the back of his hand makes you uneasy. It’s deep, almost to the bone, and blood spills onto his pale skin.

“Your stitches reopened,” you tell him, cleaning the wound with a damp cloth. What did he do to warrant such an injury? “If it worsens, you need to go to the hospital.” 

“Mhm, you work with patients?” You shake your head, wrapping the wound with fresh gauze. 

“What’s your job, then?”

You scoffed, “Some office job. What’s got you busy, huh?”

“Some government bullshit.”

–-

That night the relationship you had with your roommate shifted. For the better, you supposed. 

You also bonded better with him the following morning while driving him to the hospital. He was so dramatic, yet he continued to undermine his clearly serious injury, refusing to go. The bleeding had not stopped, and you were worried it could get infected.

He was such a baby. You had bargained with him for his own health, promising to do his chores for a whole month so his hand doesn’t get amputated. 

You never really did figure out what his job was, but you guessed it was most likely confidential. It was a vague answer to your question. He could be lying, but once you’re not behind bars, you can’t complain.

You and Leon spent more time with each other.

Even though you had no idea what his job was, he did tell you why he couldn’t disclose such information, something along the lines of putting your safety in jeopardy. Wasn’t him as your roommate just as dangerous? But you didn’t bother. He had his reasons.

Leon, on the other hand, probably learned too much about you and your job. 

You weren’t familiar with the city or the people, so it was nice to talk to someone, and you may have gone overboard. You were here for a better quality of life, and it was significantly better than where you previously lived. 

You loathed your job. Your co-workers were so condescending and passive-aggressive. Not to mention, you couldn’t quit. It paid enough for you to shut your mouth. Well, not to Leon.

You’re sure he’s sick of you talking and complaining. And when you’re not complaining, you both still get along about other stuff. You mostly banter, though, because Leon is such a child.

The guy can barely care for himself, contradicting what you initially thought about him. You care for him most nights after his so-called ‘missions.’ You rebandage his wounds, scolding him for not caring about himself while he’s looped up on pain meds.

Any other night — when he’s actively not trying to get killed, and you’re not incredibly busy — you both get drunk to attempt to forget about responsibilities. Often you were spouting drunken, nonsensical rambles as Leon somehow listened to.

Ironically enough, Leon cared about your well-being more than you do. Maybe you’re delusional, but you swear he does more than a normal roommate should. It’s because you’re constantly checking up on him, you reasoned. He’s just a respectable person.

But what kind of roommate consistently asks about how you’re going? What roommate get you your favourite takeout when you’re not feeling your best? What roommate threatens to beat the shit out of your annoying co-workers?

But you’ve acknowledged that Leon wasn’t your average housemate. Not just his job, but who the fuck looks that good when they’re bleeding out?

–-

Your job has a celebration upcoming, the company’s 50th anniversary. You barely made it a year working for the place, but you want to make a good impression. You also don’t want to bore yourself to death, so why not coerce your lovely roommate to join you as your plus one?

“I’m not gonna go. Don’t you hate that place?” You stare up at him, sulking. 

“Good impressions,” you say before pleading, “C’mon, Leon, please. We can go to the bar after.”

He gives you an unimpressed look before turning away from you.

“I’ll pay for you.” You’re going to go broke because of this man. It catches his attention. 

“So desperate,” he chuckles.

“You’re going?”

“I’m gonna run you dry.”

–-

You definitely weren’t prepared to see Leon in a suit when you exited your room. He’s sat on the couch, his hand nervously running through his hair — notably slicked down with gel. 

“You that serious about making me go bankrupt?” You voice jokingly, breaking Leon out of his thoughts.

His eyes trail along your body, admiring the dress you wore — how it hugs the curves of your body — noticeably gulping as he stands up. The black suit fits his body, accentuating his broad physique and nice ass.

“I keep my promises. I hope you do too.” He says, before mumbling, “You look nice as well.”

You smile at him, ignoring the unusual feeling blooming in your stomach.

The event was indeed incredibly bland. You’re glad you bribed Leon into joining you. He’s been your saving grace. His sly quips and awful jokes have made the experience increasingly more bearable.

Your enjoyment seemed to fizzle when your co-workers wanted to converse with you. They never did before. Why would they now?

Then you realize too late that they’re not here for you. They’re there for the attractive male next to you. You watch in amusement as the girl blatantly ignores you in favour of Leon.

She’s sweet, you’d imagine, but Leon looks awkward, and there’s an uneasy feeling bubbling in your gut as she squeezes his arm in a flirting manner. The feeling is unlike what you’ve felt earlier.

You could go for a drink right now. 

The poor girl’s attempt at seducing Leon goes on longer than you’d like. He’s uncomfortable, and you admire her persistence, but it’s getting on your nerves.

Didn’t she get the memo? He’s your plus one.

You decide to interrupt their conversation, you’re not particularly proud of it, but you want to get drunk. Maybe you’re doing Leon a favour as well.

You pull him away, not offering an explanation, just the promise of getting wasted. 

When you’re at the bar, you both get settled, conversing and taking shots, all on you, of course.

Leon mentions that he understands why you hate your job and colleagues, and you laugh lightly at his claims. While you two talk, a few guys approach you, trying to get your number or asking to buy you a drink, ignoring Leon.

It wasn’t a usual occurrence, but it happened more often than not. And even though you find it flattering, it did begin to irritate you.

You politely declined their requests with an uncomfortable smile on your lips. It felt wrong to indulge in their proposals in front of Leon.

Leon’s eyes gleam with an unknown emotion as another guy approaches you. His grasp on the glass tightens, and it looks like it's about to shatter.

You once again deny the request. As you get more tipsy, your filter worsens as you half-heartedly refuse the poor guy. He walks away, visibly irritated. 

“That’s the fifth guy to ask for your number,” Leon states, taking a swig of his whiskey. His grip on the glass loosens, but his shoulders are still tense. 

You roll your eyes at his over-exaggeration. His suit’s jacket is off, revealing the white button-up shirt underneath. 

“I wasn’t interested. A few girls asked you out, too,” you declared bitterly. You’re not drunk per se, just very tipsy. 

“They’re not my type.”

“What’s your type?” Taking a sip from your drink, you observe Leon shake his head before downing his glass.

“Having fun?” you inquire, and Leon’s grateful you changed the topic.

“Liquor’s better when it’s free.”

–-

It’s the next day, and you haven’t seen Leon since. 

When you woke up, you had a pounding headache. You walked into the kitchen expecting to be greeted by an equally shit-faced Leon, but he was nowhere to be found. It was unlike him.

Usually, he’s already making fun of you for being a lightweight, and you attempt to make breakfast together. He’s probably still in bed. He did drink more than expected. It was a miracle you both got home in one piece.

You took some painkillers before heading back to bed. If you’re up to it, maybe you’ll make breakfast later. 

A few hours have passed, and still no sign of Leon. You wonder if he went to work, but that didn’t make sense. Why would he go to work with a hangover? Leon was a bit careless, though.

He was most likely ignoring you. That would be the last thing you wanted. He was the only person you cared to talk as pathetic as it sounds. Did you say something last night that upset him? He was his usual self, but you probably were too drunk to notice something off.  

He probably has work-related things to worry about. Not everything was about you. Though, you were still concerned.

You had camped in the kitchen for a while, waiting for Leon so you could confront him. You wanted to make sure he was alright.

When he did enter the kitchen, you tried to start a conversation, only for him to dismiss you entirely. He refused to respond to your troubles, getting what he needed and returning to his room. 

You thought it was a one-off thing, but sadly it wasn’t. Leon ignored you the following days, leaving you perplexed. You wished Leon would talk to you about what’s going on. Isn’t that what friends do? Communicate? Every attempt you tried to make was fruitless.

All he’s been doing was ignoring you, and it broke your heart.

His sudden indifference reminded you of when you first moved in. This abrupt disinterest in you left you staring at the ceiling in your bedroom, reflecting on your relationship with Leon. 

You despise how he’s been acting lately. 

You despise his reckless behaviour. You despise his hair that falls so perfectly. You despise how considerate he is. You despise how sweet he is to you. You despise how attractive he looks when he walks about the place shirtless, in short shorts that barely contain the flesh of his thighs and lay low on his hips when he’s sweaty after working out.

You despised how other girls looked at Leon. You despised how other guys looked at you, wishing it were him.

But you don’t hate him, far from it.

You loved his company. From the first night to the night at the bar. You wouldn’t want him to share that with anyone else. He was familiar, so it hurts that he’s been ignoring you. 

He’s treating the moments you’ve had with him seemingly worthless, the time you’ve shared — the late nights when you cared for him. The insecurities you have confided with him. Did it mean anything to him?

He most likely wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings, and you doubt he could. His job explains itself, but you’re still worried as a friend — as his roommate.

Your overthinking has got the best of you, and fuck it. You’re going to confront Leon, whether he likes it or not.

–-

You’ve been building the courage to knock on his door for 20 minutes, pacing back and forth in front of his room door. You didn’t want to make him hate you more, but his bitchy attitude made you wonder why you even liked him in the first place.

Knocking on his door, you instantly regretted it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself, but you had to face him sooner or later. The door surprisingly opens, presenting you with a tired Leon dressed in nothing but his boxers. You probably just woke him up.

When you meet his soft gaze, his brows furrow, and he scowls. It’s been a while since he’s looked at you, so you can take what you can get. 

“What do you want?” Leon dully asks, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he leans on the door’s framing. Okay, so he’s talking to you after a week of silence, granted, not like he used to, but it’s something.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” you counter bluntly, glaring at him. His facade crumbles, shoulders dropping as he frowns. He quickly recovers, scoffing and looking anywhere but at you.

“What are you talking about–” 

“I’m not a dumbass, Leon. Just why? Are you okay?” you quickly cut off his poor excuse of a response. He shakes his head, his messy hair concealing his eyes as he tries to reply.

The look you’re sending him gives him goosebumps as if you’re reading him with just a glance. You are, and it’s terrifying yet so arousing that you can do so easily. Your eyes don’t leave him, trying to figure out his problems. It’s equally arousing how much you care for him, looking through him like he’s glass. 

His composure crashes, stuttering an answer you’re unable to pick up. You stare at him, confused at his sudden nervous behaviour. 

Leon’s selfish for wanting you all to himself. He doesn’t want to hurt himself with the rejection that you may throw his way. He doesn’t want to feel like that even though your actions say otherwise. He wants to tell you that, but what he says is much more pathetic.

“God, it’s you,” he repeats. The look of disappointment that crosses your face hurts. It hurt that he’s the one that made you look so broken so quickly.

“What?” Your voice falters, but you’re curious despite the ache in your chest. You’re not surprised. Maybe, a bit shattered.

“Not like that. I mean, fuck, I don’t know how to say this.” He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he tries to formulate his words, a blush dispersing on his pale cheeks. 

“I was fucking mad, okay? Not at you– never at you. I hated how those guys looked at you. I know I shouldn’t feel like this. You’re my roommate, for fucks sake, but–” He continues to ramble on, and the words he spews give you whiplash. 

You’re simultaneously flattered by his words and pissed. He was acting like a prick because he was jealous. As much as you were annoyed by his immature behaviour, you couldn’t ignore the butterflies swarming your stomach.

You impulsively crash your lips into his. He stops his rambling, startled, before melting into the kiss, his long lashes fluttering close. His plush lips move softly against yours. The kiss is soft and much better than either of you could’ve imagined.

Pulling away from him, you catch your breath, huffing, “You dumb boy.”

His cheeks darken in colour, the blush leading to the expanse of his chest. He grips your hips, tugging you closer to his body. You feel his dick hardening in confined in his boxers, pressed to your lower stomach.

“Fuck,” Leon gasps softly. You tuck strands of hair behind his ear, your nose bumping together as you admire his pretty face.

“All that from a little kissing?” you breathed against his bruised lips, your fingers toying with the waistline of his boxers. “You want me to help you, baby boy?”

“Yes, please.” 

You frown, moving away from his hold. His face falls, his brows furrow in confusion as he pouts. “C’mon, Leon. You really think you’re going to get to cum that easily after ignoring me?”

“‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please touch me. I– I’ll be your good boy,” he pleads, moving back closer to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection. 

“Okay, sweetheart. You’ll get to cum if you behave.”

He captures your lips in a quick kiss, moaning softly before pulling away. He takes your hand, leading you into his bedroom, and you observe the new surroundings. Even though you’ve been roommates for nearly a year, you never saw the inside of his room. Posters of bands you weren’t familiar with were on the walls of his room. 

“On the bed, baby,” you coo, and Leon shuffles on the navy blue sheets of his bed, leaning against the headboard. You crawl onto the soft sheets, straddling him as you seat yourself on his plush thighs. His warm palms shoot to rest on your waist, softly squeezing them.

He tugs you closer to him, pressing your chest flat against his. Leon gasps softly, his nipples rubbing against the coarse fabric of your tank top.

“S’much better than I imagined,” he sighs, guiding your hips so your clothed cunt drags along his prominent bulge. He groans, feeling your cunt dripping, soaking through your panties and shorts. 

You move back from him, halting your movements on his hardening cock as you’re sat on his thighs once more. Your hands grip his arms, and even though he’s stronger than you, he ceases his motion. It’s so fucking hot how this huge man submits to you. 

“You’ve thought about me in your lap?” you tease, palming his erection through his boxers. The head leaks precum, staining the delicate fabric. “Playing with your pretty cock?”

“Mhm,” he whines softly, bucking his hips to your warm touch. His head tilts back, knocking the wooden headboard quietly as he writhes at your touch. 

“Ohh, you poor thing. Cummin’ in your hand wishing it was mine,” you mock, pulling Leon’s boxers down to reveal his throbbing dick flushed pink. It aches for your touch, twitching and smearing his precum on the dark curls on his happy trail.

“Fuck, yes.” Leon whimpers when you wrap your digits around his cock, squeezing it, oozing more precum, coating your fingers as you stroke him slowly. His hips eagerly thrust to meet your movement.

“So, so pretty.” The blush on his cheeks somehow deepens at your words. His head is spinning, and not just from your touch. He roughly grips his silken sheets, bunching them up. You thought he was pretty?

“God, baby, you’re the prettiest.” 

Fuck, had he said that out loud? 

His back arches as he nears his orgasm, pleasure rushing through his body. His thighs tremble as he spills his cum, coating your hand. You don’t stop tugging on his weeping cock, living for the little cries he makes from being overstimulated.

“Don’t, m’ sensitive– shit,” Leon whines, and you finally take your hand off his spent dick, admiring his cum dribbling onto your fingers. Leon props himself up, chest heaving as he tries to collect himself.

“Did I say you could cum?” you tease. Leon’s eyes widen for a second before pleading for forgiveness.

“I- I didn’t mean to. God, I’m so sorry. I’ll be your good boy.” He sniffles softly, and you take pity on his cries. You’ll punish him another time.

“It’s okay, honey. Can you open wide f’me?” you say. Leon does as he’s told, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out. You wished you could take a picture. 

You place your index and middle finger on his tongue, pressing down. Leon wraps his lips around your fingers, sucking his cum off them. Moaning softly, he peers up at you through his lashes and gags when you push your fingers further down.

“You’re such a slut, Leon,” you say, pulling your fingers out his mouth, lips slicked with his spit. You flicked his nipples, causing him to moan loudly. His cock is beginning to harden once more.

“I’m your slut.”

“Think you can go one more round, baby?” you asked, hovering over his rock-hard cock, before sinking down. Your drenched pussy through your thin shorts stimulates his overly sensitive dick, and he groans softly, squeezing your waist.

“Wanna take care of you too, angel,” he murmurs into your ear as you grind yourself onto his erection. “Can I eat you, please?”

“Maybe next time, honey.”

“Fuck, okay. Can you kiss me?” You press your lips to his softly, and he whimpers sweetly into your mouth. Pulling away from him, you take your shorts and panties off, and they’re fucking drenched. Leon tugs your tank top off, and you giggle at his eagerness.

Your body, so soft and warm, is pressed against Leon’s. It’s almost enough to make him cum, and he’s not enough inside you yet. You slide your dripping cunt along his shaft, ensuring he’s fully hard. Leon fucking whines each time the tip of his cock nicks your entrance, begging to plunge in.

Every time the tip nudges your clit, your cunt clenches, and each flutter sends his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Please, angel. Fuck me. Use me– I don’t care. ‘M all yours.” You guide his cock to your entrance before finally sinking down slowly. The tip enters you with a soft moan. He’s so fucking thick. Once fully sheathed in you, you grip his shoulders for support.

“You’re all mine to use, right? F- Fuck, you’re stretching me so good, Leon.”

Your tight walls hug him so tightly, and when you bounce on his cock, each drag of his sensitive dick adds to the building pressure in his tummy. He filled you so good, reaching spots you didn’t think were possible as you used him like your toy.

Leon thrusts his hips to meet your pace, your ass slapping his thighs, making obscene sounds. He can’t get enough of you. From your tits bouncing as you rode his cock, or the expression you hold when he hits that special spot. 

It’s so much better than he has imagined.

He rubs your clit with his thumb, a broken whimper leaving him when your gummy walls clench around him tightly. The pressure in his tummy was rising, and you were no better as he played with your clit.

“‘M so close, sweetheart. Can I cum in you, please?” he pleads, his hips stuttering to meet each of your moves. His pink lips parted, eyes barely stayed open, and he looked utterly ruined.

“Yes, baby.” You trail kisses along his neck, sucking marks along the column of his throat. You’re pleased with yourself that you’re the reason he has those marks now. Each bruise you suck on his flesh adds another butterfly to his tummy. He’s all yours now.

“Cum with me, please.”

After a few more thrusts, the pressure within him bursts he cums inside you, filling you with his warm seeds. You climax along with him. Your cunt spasms around his sensitive cock, gushing its arousal, clinging to his happy trail.

You collapse on top of him, your head falling on his shoulder. Leon kisses the top of your head, nuzzling into your hair. You try to get off to clean yourself and Leon up, but arms encircle your waist, preventing you from doing so.

“Stay with me, sweetheart. Don’t want you leaving.”

You comply, laying with him, your skin, sticky with sweat and cum, clings to his as you both enjoy each other’s embrace.

[emahriel]

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[ahhrenata]

distractions ✨

[gay-dorito-dust]

‘Why aren’t you two taking to each other again?’ Ashley asked for what felt like the fifth time today, sighing like an exasperated mother trying to disciple her two unruly children, who were currently on a no speaking term.

‘Leon got hurt protecting me.’ You told her.

‘And why is that bad?’ She inquired.

‘I’m a trained agent, I can handle myself! So what if I get hurt, that’s kinda part of the job description!’ You exclaimed.

‘If you think that’s going to edge me into apologising for protecting my partner, you’ve clearly mistaken me for someone else.’ Leon scoffed.

You huffed and looked at the blonde, ‘Ashley can you remind Leon that I’m not talking to him until he can learn to recognise that I’m just as capable of taking care of myself.’

Before Ashley was about to open her mouth your partner beat her to the punch with his own request, ‘Ashley, can you please remind my partner that it’s okay to rely on me every once in a while instead of stubbornly trying to power through everything alone?’

‘Oh for crying out loud- you’re sat with your backs to one another! Hearing everything that’s being said about one another!’ Ashley cried, ‘and you’re even holding hands for crying out loud!’ She points towards yours and Leon’s intertwined hands.

‘Leon gets upset when we argue.’ You defended as you felt Leon hum in agreement. ‘It’s true.’

‘Ugh! I can’t with either of you!’ Ashley exclaimed as she stormed out of the room where she came across an amused Luis.

‘They’re fighting again?’ He asked, heavily emphasising on the word fighting.

‘Next time, you’re going to be one to deal with them and see how you like it.’ Ashley threatens. ‘They’re so oblivious it physically hurts.’ She adds, rubbing the sides of her head as she felt the oncomings of a headache.

Luis smiles sympathetically, ‘oh don’t I know the feeling.’

[sincerelymina]

invisible string

content ꒰ 2.3k ꒱ re4r leon x female reader. fluff! reader is friends with ashley. short & sweet. no warnings really. both reader & leon are hopeless romantics. and also bookworms apparently. mentions of the women in leon's life. french people slander. spoilers for the stranger by camus. not proofread, as usual. i miss autumn dearly. author's note i watched before sunrise the other night and it made me believe in love again for a second there. def recommend if you haven't seen it !! also listened to champagne coast by blood orange on repeat while writing this hehe. reblogs & comments are always very appreciated. ꣑ৎ

"He's, like, really gorgeous," your closest friend, Ashley, sighs dreamily, walking hand-in-hand with you towards the train station. The chilly October air nips at both of your cheeks, hers flushed red. "I think you'll really like him."

Given her track record, you'll be the judge of that.

"I dunno Ash," you shrug, giving the girl a lopsided smile in a poor attempt to reassure her, "He's a blonde. Are you sure he isn't the devil reincarnate?" You deadpan with a sip from your stale coffee.

At her frown, you sigh, "...I guess he did save your life."

Ashley had been dying to introduce you to Leon, whom she barely hung out with herself; his schedule was chaotic, like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. Between his personal life (or lack thereof) and missions in foreign countries, he almost never had the time. But finally, he had a day off, one he could dedicate to the President's daughter—and you.

"Trust me, Leon's a total sweetheart," she says as the two of you step onto the train, "He might not look it, but deep down, he's a big softie."

"If you say so," you mumble more to yourself than to her.

Gorgeous was an understatement. Through the glass windows of the café, you see Leon sitting in the corner near the record player, his blonde locks falling in front of his pretty face. A worn book is poised between his index finger and his thumb; Camus, how predictable.

The small bell above the door chimes softly as you both stumble inside, Ashley quickly waving with her sugary sweet smile at the sight of her little knight in shining armor. Oh, you had no chance with him if she was around. Your smile pales in comparison to hers; awkward and stiff.

Whatever, you didn't owe this stranger anything. Even if he was perfect in every way imaginable.

Leon smiles back at Ashley, then stares at you momentarily, before gesturing for the two of you to come on over. You have to fight the urge to physically cringe; the look he gave you felt so...weird. It wasn't exactly a nasty scowl, but it also wasn't a polite grin.

"Leon! How've you been?" The blonde gushes, taking a seat across from him; you follow right next to her. Before he gets the chance to reply, Ashley introduces you as well, "This is my friend I'm always talking about. She's the best girl I know."

You offer him a half-hearted smile, paired with a little shy shrug; damn, this man had you acting a fool already. To your surprise, he smiles back, albeit a little tensely, and nods, "It's nice to meet you."

"Like wise."

Ashley keeps the conversation afloat, mostly asking Leon about his missions—vaguely, of course, given their classified nature—and life in general. He'd reply and return the questions back to her, while you sat there with a constipated expression plastered onto your face, feeling completely out of place. Obviously, they weren't deliberately trying to single you out, but your attempts at trying to chime in had gone unnoticed. More like ignored.

You felt like a fucking third wheeler.

At least, until Ashley excused herself, claiming she needed to go to the bathroom "real quickly." Five minutes of awkward silence had already passed, mixed in with the occasional this coffee's really good and it's kind of cold in here. Leon looks at you, you look at him. Then out the window at the red and orange fallen leaves, and lastly, to the wall adjacent, just...admiring the vinyls on display.

Your eyes land upon his book, set haphazardly next to the ceramic mug, and then it hits you: you've read The Stranger, you can make conversation! At least, enough conversation until Ashley came back.

Breaking the unbearable silence, you say, meeting his gaze, "So...Camus."

Leon looks at the book, then at you, "What about him?" An inscrutable look etched itself onto his perfect features.

Ouch. Still, you persevere, "Have you read the book before? I wouldn't want to spoil it for you."

You take a sip of your vanilla latte, a maroonish lipstick mark left on the rim; this was much better than the sad cup of coffee you drank in the morning.

He chuckles, running a hand through his blonde locks. "Only a million times." Cheesy, but you could work with it. "I love French literature."

You shrug, feigning disinterest, "The French suck though."

But, not wanting to burst his bubble, you add, "The whole concept of absurdism really stuck with me, I have to admit. Sometimes I wish I could be as indifferent as Meursault. He just...doesn't care." You laugh, the words flowing so naturally it shocked you.

"Just drifting through life without any real purpose?" Leon adds for you with a light scoff, his gaze softening a bit. "In my dreams. I liked how the trial was more of a judgement of his character rather than his actions. It's almost as if the real crime was his nonchalance towards his mother's death."

That's the most you've heard Leon talk in the half an hour you'd known him. He looked so cute, explaining the parts of the book he enjoyed. You wanted to kiss him so bad.

You're both fully engrossed in each other and your shared taste in literature, the outside world fading into a blur. You can't even seem to notice Ashley, who finally returns with a sly look on her pretty face. She slides in right next to you, clasping her hands together above the table.

"Wow, you two seem to be really hitting it off." Oh, her disappearance was so deliberate. Her voice snaps you both out of your little trance.

All her comment earns are two awkward chuckles and averting gazes. It's like everything's falling into place, just how she wanted it to, so seamlessly. Ashley really was pretty good at this whole matchmaker thing. Hell, she could give Cupid a run for his money.

The more you got to know Leon, the more that sweetness Ashley had mentioned began to seep through his rough exterior, like the morning sun pouring in through parted curtains.

Now it was her getting sidelined.

Leon was slowly falling in love with you.

He couldn't help himself. Despite his awful luck with women in the past, he still found himself gazing longingly at you, wishing you were in his arms. After the little get-together with Ashley, you two exchanged numbers, started hanging out together without her. You called that night before bed. His heart nearly skipped a beat.

You were just a college girl who did ballet and enjoyed the same music & literature as him; you couldn't be like Ada, right? An ordinary civilian, someone who hadn't seen the things he and his old flame had. He felt some semblance of normalcy around you, something he couldn't even feel with Ashley or Claire. It was so refreshing.

Ever since Leon met you, he no longer found himself picking up random women at bars for meaningless sex. Almost as if he was remaining faithful and loyal to you, even if you weren't together.

He was smitten.

No one, not even the woman in the red dress, the President's doe-eyed daughter, or his closest friend, could steal his attention away from you. They were all very beautiful, Leon had to admit, but you were ethereal. Out of this fucking world.

When you called asking if he wanted to come over and watch a movie together, Leon felt his cheeks go hot, regardless of the biting cold December winds outside. He was walking back to his apartment after a rather unsuccessful mission; every muscle in his body ached, exhaustion creeping beneath his skin. But he couldn't leave you hanging.

"Yeah, sure." He manages to reply. "What movie?"

"Before sunrise." You say; Leon found your choice interesting. "It's one of my favorites. Have you seen it?"

"Who hasn't?" Leon chuckles. "I'll be over soon. Gotta take care of a few things first." He desperately needed a steaming hot shower after whatever the fuck his last mission was.

"Okay, great." He can almost hear the smile through your tone. "See ya."

Come two hours, and Leon's standing in your doorway, in all his blonde glory. "Hey sweetheart," he smiles softly; definitely a totally platonic, friendly, kind pet name specially for you. The cute look that'd sneak onto your face whenever he used it had Leon's chest tightening uncontrollably.

"Hi Leon." You let him walk past you.

He'd been to your apartment a few times before, but never alone; usually either with Ashley or some of his friends that you'd met in the two months you knew each other so far. Your heart was beating a little too fast for comfort right now, the idea of the two of you being alone together at night sending your mind into a frenzy.

There's a comfortable amount of space between you and Leon on the sofa, though you wished you were curled up on his lap. If only you knew how badly he wanted that too. The movie plays, but your concentration is on anything but. His cologne invades your senses, the subtle sound of his breathing solidifying the fact that he was right next to you.

Feigning fatigue, you "casually" let your head fall upon his shoulder, causing Leon's breath to hitch. He sits still, not daring to move an inch, afraid you might move yourself. He felt the way your knee brushed against his, your arms that were just itching to wrap around him. At first, he thought he was just imagining things; wishful thinking playing tricks on him for the umpteenth time.

But then your arms did wrap around his waist, lazily draped over him. You made yourself more comfortable, body flush against his, leaning against him like he was your boyfriend.

Leon really didn't want to say anything. But he just couldn't help it. "Everything okay?" You were generally touchy, sure, but there seemed to be meaning behind your actions this time.

"Yeah." The way you say yeah makes it seem like he's crazy for insinuating otherwise. "Why do you ask?"

"I-I don't know," Leon feels like he's dug his own grave. He clears his throat, "You're being awfully...affectionate." And now he wants to shoot himself.

You laugh. You fucking laugh. Leon blinks twice, wondering if he's dreaming.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not necessarily." He coughs. "It's just a little, um," Leon frantically searches for the right words to use, "Unexpected, I guess."

"I can let go if you're uncomfortable." Please don't, he wants to say.

"Nah, it's fine. I don't mind." And on that note, you smile, returning your gaze to movie, even if Leon's face was a million times more interesting. Of course the scene playing on the screen is Jesse and Celine's first kiss. How cliché. You're both fighting the urge to follow by example.

Silence envelopes the room, the air thick with tension that never really existed between the two of you before. Getting all awkward over a kissing scene felt so awfully juvenile, but it wasn't your fault Leon had that effect on you, and vice-versa. Both of your eyes are locked on the TV, not daring to look at one another.

To your surprise, Leon says, very quietly, "You're really pretty."

His words rip through the stillness. You don't know how to respond, but also don't want to leave him hanging. So you pull back a bit, enough to get a better view of his perfect face, and smile, "What?"

"You heard me," he mumbles, baby blue eyes meeting yours. Seeing Leon all shy strikes something within you.

"I did. I just..." God, this was awkward.

"I know this might seem weird, but..." Leon sighs softly, biting the corner of his lip for a second as he searched for the best words to use. "I think you're a great girl. Sweet, too. And I really want to kiss you." He mentally chastised himself for sounding so cliché, so corny.

He quickly adds, "You don't have to say anything, by the way. I just...I needed to get that off my chest." As if you could go on normally after this.

You stare at him in disbelief, mulling over his words, wondering if he was just saying things. When you were inviting him over to watch a movie together, you didn't expect a heartfelt confession, but really it was naïve to think you wouldn't. Especially after holding onto him like that. Your reluctance to respond has Leon's expression fall flat.

So you don't say anything. You kiss him. And he doesn't waste any time kissing you back. It's soft, delicate. Testing the waters. His hands clasp onto your hips, slowly smoothing up and down your back. It doesn't take long for him to really get into it, though.

The outside world fades into nothing, the feeling of Leon's chapped lips on yours overpowering any other. "Are you sure about this?" He mumbles between kisses, unsure if you really wanted to kiss, or simply did it to please him. You mumble a quick shut up and tangle your fingers into his soft hair.

Your hips shift a bit, coaxing him into pulling you onto his lap, lips still connected together. You only get sloppier with your kisses, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose, just in case he might change his mind about all of this the moment you part.

"Easy baby," Leon whispers, pushing you back slightly; this definitely wasn't the reaction he was expecting. "I'm not going anywhere."

It's safe to say the movie didn't get finished. Good thing you both watched it before.

[otakuworks]

Hiiii may I request a fem! Reader x husband! Leon where they watch their daughter play on the playground not until some small boy who creating paper rose and give it to her. The reader is in awe mode while Leon was in protective mode (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

❛ 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄. oneshot

feat. Dad!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader | wc. 0.9K

sum. dads are always protective to their daughters, leon is no exception.

note. leon be taking out his guns for this—

main m.list re m.list

The scene in front of Leon is more intimidating than any zombies he has fought in his life and this man has been long acquainted with them.

"How miserable I would be and my daughter if her father were to be thrown in jail for attempted homicide." Your satire quip earned you defeaning silence from the man, who merely watches the whole scene plays out, but his hands are undeniably twitching to click something dangerous.

"Your concerns are misplaced. And even if I'm guilty, the President would undoubtedly pardon me."

"Darling, you couldn't possibly be thinking of murdering an innocent boy."

A week ago, you had new neighbours settling in with their cute boy just a year older than your daughter, you took the initiative to warmly welcome them in the neighborhood with your daughter in tow. They were just as sweet as their son, who's a lot more vibrant than your daughter.

Her personality is a carbon copy of her father— quiet and observant. Though it wasn't a hindrance for her to make friends, she just doesn't have the initiative. You're partially glad the boy is unwittingly helping your daughter to socialize more.

"He gave her roses. Those things could be dangerous." He refuted.

"Paper roses, Leon. Are you afraid of our daughter getting a paper cut?" You deadpanned.

"He could be dangerous."

"How could you say that to a cute boy?" Out of disbelief, you gesture your hand as if emphasizing the innocent display of friendship between younglings.

He raises an eyebrow. "Back in Spain, there was a time I had a young boy as my enemy. Believe me when I say he was far from cute."

You cross your arms, glaring indignantly. "And believe when I say he's harmless."

Leon sighs and glances at you, inquisitive. "You seem to be familiar with that boy."

"Duh, he's our neighbor's son. Which explains why he and our daughter will get along just fine."

A flash of emotion passed his eyes, he hummed. "...Makes it easier for me to—"

"Dad! Dad!"

His girl came running with the paper roses, the wide grin on her lips makes it seem like it's impossible to turn upside down. Even in your peripheral vision, Leon's rugged look softened drastically at the sight alone. Murder plan? Gone.

He bend down to pick her up in his arms. "What is it, sweetcheeks?"

"Look! Caelus gave me roses as thank you gift from the cookies last time."

"Cookies?" He blinked.

She nodded, revealing her uneven teeth as she presents the paper roses. "Me and mom went to them and gave them cookies."

"As what a good neighbor does." You added, giving Leon a pointed look. "Did you say thank you to Caelus, sweetie?"

"Yep! Ohh... Mom, let's introduce Dad to him!" Her face brightened significantly as she wiggles out of her father's hold and came running back to her friend, who's waving at you as a greeting.

As you wave back to the young boy, Leon stood there dumbstruck. "She hasn't even come of age yet I feel like I'm meeting her boyfriend." He murmured to himself.

You elbowed him. "Oh, come on. Are you not happy with our daughter having friends?"

"I am, and I'm not against it. But why does he have to give her roses of all things?" He seems exasperated at the idea.

"Do you prefer a Boquet?"

"No, I..." He sighs, clearly exasperated.

You merely rolled your eyes. When you first met him, he gave you the impression of a strong and unwavering man, undeterred by any distrubances. Yet here you are, a sole witness of a possible murder.

"Dad, meet Caelus! Caelus, meet my Dad!"

The said boy beamed at Leon despite being unsure how to approach an unapproachable looking guy like him. "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

Leon looked hesitant but mirrored the greeting with half assed enthusiasm. "Be kind to the child, Leon. Or you're sleeping on the couch." You whispered with a tight smile.

"Not the couch." His satire response has you slapping his arm jokingly.

©otakuworks | 2024

[brickmvster]

An Old Flame (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

Synopsis: After getting hammered at a club in attempts to repair a broken heart, in your drunken stupor, you call the one person you were trying to get over. He takes you back to his place, taking care of you, and it's then you realize that your feelings for him never quite dissipated.

Tags: breaking up and making up/exes to lovers, angst, fluff, a little bit of emotional hurt/comfort that goes both ways, reconciliation

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

Word Count: 6,309

Author's Note: I'm alive 😭 writer's block sucks, but I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things, I think. I hope you guys enjoy this!! Notes and reblogs are appreciated of course. This has been proofread, but if any mistakes still managed to slip by me, apologies in advance, they're all mine.

I imagined RE4R Leon while writing this but please feel free to imagine any version of him you'd like!

(Read on AO3)

Sobbing in a dirty bathroom stall was definitely not how you envisioned your Friday night going.

The fact that you were also considerably drunk and could feel the liquid sloshing around inside of your belly, threatening to come up your throat and all over the floor, certainly didn't make matters any better.

You had come to the club with a group of friends who were all far more enthusiastic than you to be there. You never considered yourself much of a party person; and if you were going to attend a party, it was always a small one with people that you knew or were at least acquaintances with. At a dingy nightclub, you were surrounded by hundreds of sweaty strangers, and the music was so loud that you were sure you were going to be temporarily deaf for a while. To make the long story short – you weren't looking forward to coming here, but you regrettably let your friends drag you out of the comfort of your home.

The stupid leather pants your friends insisted you wore were feeling too tight. The bathroom was so stuffy and unbearably hot. There were two individuals in the stall next to you engaging in… a certain activity that you really didn't want to be around to hear. And the awful, terrible smell of puke was probably one of the worst things you've ever smelled in your entire life. It was all too much, every single one of your five senses being mercilessly attacked.

You shouldn't have let yourself get wasted; you knew that, and you mentally cursed yourself for such reckless behavior. But the longer you sat at the bar, completely by yourself and with your friends nowhere in sight, it was like no one was there to stop you. You still missed him and you thought alcohol would be better at numbing the pain than a tub of ice cream. Both were terrible items for getting over a heartbreak because they both only made you want to vomit, which is something you always learned the hard way.

That's how you ended up in a stall, tears freely running down your cheeks in a drunken haze. Your friends were on your mind, but more than anything you just wanted to be carried out of here. You grabbed your phone out of your bag and opened up your contacts. But for some reason, instead of clicking on one of your friend's names, you kept scrolling further down, subconsciously searching for that specific name that you knew you should've just deleted a long time ago.

You clicked on the little phone icon, and listened attentively to the ringing on the other end. It rang and rang and rang, and it went on for so long that it almost snapped you out of the very stupid thing you were doing, but then–

"Hello?"

Leon actually answered. And even after all this time, his voice was still the most soothing sound in the world. You cleared your throat before attempting to put together a sentence in response.

"Hey… I'm… I'm, uh, in a gross bathroom at, um… fuck, what was the name of this place…" you trailed off, your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment. You rubbed your forehead, trying to think despite how hard it was to do.

Leon was silent for a bit on the other end before speaking up.

"___? Are you okay? It's… really late."

You chuckled, a burp coming out alongside the sound. "I know, right? What the fuck am I even doing here?"

"___, listen to me. Are you alright? Why did you call?" Leon asked. You could just faintly hear shuffling on the other end, and the unmistakable sound of keys jingling, as if he was already gathering his things before you even told him the location. Your heart fluttered at that and even more warmth was sent to your cheeks.

"No. No, I'm not alright. I feel really fucking sick right now and I don't know where my friends are and I fucking hate being here and-"

"Slow down, sweetheart," Leon said. If the alcohol didn't kill you, the pet name that Leon apparently still liked using for you would.

Leon fell quiet on the line, almost as if suddenly realizing the word that had slipped from his mouth.

"Sorry, I mean– look, tell me where you are. Do you want me to come and get you?"

There was a voice in your head screaming at you to just say no. Your friends were a text message away. If they saw the state you were in they'd take you home in a heartbeat. You knew the right thing to do was apologize to Leon, hang up, and get your ass out of the bathroom stall to find your group. But the alcohol was clouding your judgment, and the rational part of you simply didn't exist right now. Going back to Leon's apartment was like reopening a wound that had just healed. But you couldn't deny how much you needed him in this moment, no matter how pathetic it sounded. He had been on your mind the entire time you were at the club, and hell, even if you had been sober you probably would have ended up back at his place anyway. Because you simply didn't know how to stay away from things that you walked away from.

"Yes. Please come and get me." You replied softly, your words shaky with sorrow and guilt, your voice cracking.

"On my way. Stay put, okay?"

____

"___?"

Your eyes opened slowly. The side of your mouth felt wet with drool. Your brows furrowed as you took in your surroundings.

"___, are you in here?"

Your eyes widened a bit more upon registering whose voice was calling for you. You immediately sat up, trying to adjust your hair and straighten your shirt – before quickly giving up, because you knew no amount of adjusting would make you look like less of a hot mess.

"In here," you called out, not bothering to get up and open the door as your legs felt like they didn't work and any small movement would've caused you to expel your breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

You saw two feet stop right in front of the door. You recognized those boots anywhere. They were your favorite pair.

"Are you… decent? Can I open the door?" Leon asked. You nodded, before quickly realizing he can't hear the movement of your head.

"Yeah," you replied weakly. Leon did just that, opening the stall door slowly.

God, you wanted the ground to swallow you up right then and there. You knew you looked terrible, disgusting even. Your ex, on the other hand, still looked as gorgeous as ever, with his dirty blonde hair slightly longer than the last time you saw it and prettily falling into his deep blue eyes. He was wearing a form fitting black shirt that left nothing to the imagination with a pair of blue jeans and his expensive brown coat.

You averted your gaze out of pure embarrassment. Leon had never seen you in this state and you wish he hadn't. You wished you could turn back time and call your friends instead of him.

Leon kneeled in front of you in the cramped space, gently lifting your chin and making you look him in the eyes. The action only made you feel smaller.

"Hey, let me see you," he started, his gaze softening as he observed you.

"What happened? Nobody-" his jaw clenched. "Nobody did anything to you, right?"

You shook your head. You didn't trust your voice enough to speak.

"Okay, good. You just drank too much?"

You nodded that time.

Leon seemed physically relieved, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he stood back up. He held out his hand.

"Can you stand?" He asked. You muttered out something that sounded like a "yes," taking his hand and slowly rising off the toilet seat. You almost toppled over, but Leon was there to steady you.

"Put your arm around my shoulder." He instructed, but he was already moving your arm for you. You gladly took ahold of his shoulder as his hand held your wrist; his other arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly. The two of you walked out of the bathroom together, ignoring the stares from other club goers.

The both of you made outside, and the cool air was a pleasant sensation to your extremely warm body. Leon helped you into your car, handling you like you were made of glass, before getting into the driver's side himself. He buckled you up first, leaning over you to pull the strap across your chest. His breath was fanning across your face, and you felt your heart rate skyrocket. You gazed at him with tired eyes, and he returned the eye contact briefly, his eyes mostly unreadable, but definitely filled with concern no less.

Once he was buckled up himself, he took off, and you just closed your eyes, hoping and praying that the motion of the car wouldn't cause any sudden hurling.

The car ride was mostly silent; aside from the radio that Leon had turned up slightly, playing some rock song, you were far too exhausted to say anything. You didn't even know what to say, anyway, and it seemed like Leon didn't either.

Eventually, when he stopped at a light, he spoke for the first time in several long minutes. "Your friends – did they abandon you?"

You shook your head. "No… I was the one who split from them. Told them I wanted to be alone."

"But they didn't even check on you?"

You glanced at him and noticed his tense jaw had returned, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"They're all probably shit-faced, too." You replied dryly.

Leon sighed. "I… sure, I guess. Then that brings me to my next question… Why did you go over your limit? You could've put yourself in danger."

You shrugged, gazing out the window.

"I really don't know," you lied.

"God, ___, don't do something like this again. Please." Leon replied.

"I'm… sorry." You said. What you were apologizing for exactly, you weren't sure. For worrying him? For making him come all the way out here to save you like a damsel in distress? The more you thought about it, the more you leaned toward all of the above.

Leon seemed to relax again upon hearing your soft-spoken apology. "There's no need for that, I just…" a sigh. "You should rest. We're almost home."

Home.

You let your eyes slowly drift closed again. The last thing you saw was the sight of Leon driving with one hand, still wearing that unreadable expression.

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Leon was quick to help you out the car after finding a parking spot. He guided you up the steps to the second floor of the complex, walking to his door. You leaned against him while he fiddled with his keys.

He eventually got the door open, helping you walk through the door. As he walked you through his living room to the bathroom, rather slowly as your feet were slightly dragging across the floor, you took in the familiar space around you. Leon's apartment was, of course, just how you remembered it. He had few decorations, most of them put up by you. His raggedy, but deceptively comfortable couch was somehow still standing strong. His place looked well lived-in; not terribly disorganized, just slightly cluttered. Given the nature of his career and how often he was away, he was never home long enough to let huge messes pile up anyway. You felt a smile tug at your lips as memories crawled back into your mind.

You remembered shopping with Leon for his decorations shortly after you moved in. He pretended to be indifferent, but you'll never forget the grin on his face as he helped you hang up some abstract paintings with poorly hidden amusement. That very couch was often where you spent your time resting your head on Leon's shoulders, or sometimes his head on your lap. The kitchen was where you and Leon made huge messes together, doing more kissing than cooking.

But your smile slightly faded as memories of the tail end of your relationship tainted your mind. Waiting alone for Leon to return home for a mission, worrying yourself sick. Sometimes Leon was distant, going from attentive and caring to cold and unresponsive in a heartbeat. You knew his trauma made it difficult for him to be fully present in the relationship – but sometimes you acted harshly anyway, both out of frustration and out of concern. His career was eating away at you, too.

The sound of running water pulled you out of your thoughts. You quickly registered that Leon had sat you down on his toilet. After wetting a washcloth, he leaned down in front of you again.

"I'm just gonna wipe your face, alright?" He said. You nodded, closing your eyes.

Leon wiped your face with the washcloth ever so gently, dabbing away dried drool and removing the light sweat that had formed across your forehead. He even went as far as to brush your teeth for you, thoroughly reaching every inch of your mouth to the best of his ability. Somehow, even during this, you found yourself dozing off a few times.

"You don't have to wash up now if you're too tired." Leon said once he had finished a portion of your nighttime routine for you. He stood in front of you while you were still seated, waiting for your next move.

You wanted nothing more than to wish the stink of the nightclub off your skin, but your eyelids were getting heavier by the second.

"Take me to bed, Leon." You muttered, wrapping your hands around his waist and leaning against his torso.

Leon found himself grinning at how much of a koala you became when sleepy and drunk. With one hand, he played with your hair for a bit as you continued holding him. You sighed contently as you felt yourself slip away in the sensation. Leon looked down at you, feeling something tug at his heart strings at how vulnerable you looked like this. The warmth from your arms around his waist brought Leon to a painful realization – that he missed your touch more than he thought.

Leon tried to store that thought away. You'd be gone by the morning, right? He couldn't allow himself to open up to you after all this time. You had made the choice to walk away and as far as he knew, you hadn't changed your mind.

He gently tapped your arms, causing you to stir a bit.

"If you want me to take you to bed, you have to get up first." He said teasingly. You groaned, but reluctantly did what he asked. Even while standing, your eyes were barely open.

"Do you wanna change?” He asked.

“Into what?” You said sleepily, words slurring together.

“I can give you one of my shirts and a pair of my pants. I don't mind.”

You just nodded, leaning into Leon's side, your head falling onto his shoulder.

Leon walked you to his bedroom, grabbing some clothes for you as you stood there patiently, your eyes half open. He gave you an old shirt of his and some gray sweatpants.

You began stepping out of your gross nightclub clothes right in front of Leon, who didn't seem to mind – he helped keep you from stumbling as you got dressed.

“This is so much better.” You said, feeling free and unconstrained now that you were out of those awful leather pants. Leon found himself holding back a grin at the way you were happily rubbing at the fabric of his shirt.

“Let's get you to bed.” He spoke.

He assisted you in getting cozy under the large comforter, even going as far as to tuck you in.

Leon's scent washed over you as you sunk into the softness of his mattress. You almost instantly succumbed to slumber, subconsciously burying your head into Leon's pillow.

For a long time, Leon just stared.

You were safe now, finally out of that awful nightclub and resting comfortably. He felt the tension leave his body, and he could finally go about his nightly routine at ease knowing you were taken care of.

Seeing you in his bed like this reminded him of the nights he came home late. Those nights, he'd crawl into bed next to you, holding you close as if you'd disappear into thin air. Strangely, despite the fact that he was looking directly at you, this was another moment where he felt like you'd cease to exist if he so much as looked away.

But he eventually forced himself to look away, sighing to himself as he went back to the bathroom to freshen up himself. He decided to sleep on the couch, falling asleep with you in his mind and still feeling the phantom touch of your arms around his waist.

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Upon slowly opening your eyes, squinting slightly at the sunlight filtering through the room, it didn't take you long to notice the splitting headache that pulsated uncomfortably right behind your eyes. You also took note of the fact that you were clad in Leon's clothing.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your face bunching up in pain at your awful hangover. You were mentally chastising yourself, as you knew that this terrible headache could've been easily avoided had you not gone past your limit the night before. It was at the moment, as you were lying on your back and staring at the familiar sight of Leon's apartment ceiling, that all of the memories from last night came rushing back to you.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, feeling a sense of shame wash over you. You barely remember anything from last night, but you knew that when you were shit-faced you turned into a giant child, and you were already feeling apologetic for putting Leon through your drunken antics. You didn't even want to get out of bed and face the man.

So, you did just that; you lied there for a few extra minutes, absolutely dreading the moment when you would have to get up eventually. You sighed, rolling over on your side, facing the closed bedroom door. It was then that you noticed the tall glass of water and bottle of painkillers on the bedside table.

You sat up slowly, feeling your heart warm at Leon's thoughtfulness. You took one pill from the bottle, swallowing it down in one large gulp of water.

You also noticed your phone on the table. Curiously, you checked to see if your phone was even alive – which it was, much to your surprise, but the battery was low. You saw numerous text messages from your acquaintances last night. Some of them were just talking about how much fun they had and thanking you for coming out. Others seem concerned about where you had gone. You didn't feel like replying to any of them, so you promptly shut your phone off. You needed to save your battery, anyway, as you didn't have a charger. You left your phone in its place on the table.

You sat in Leon's bed for a little longer after that, sighing to yourself, before getting up to go find where he was.

You didn't have to look very far after opening the door; there Leon stood in the kitchen, occupied with making breakfast. It seemed like he didn't notice your presence at first, so you took that opportunity to gaze at him, grinning softly at the concentrated look on his face as he flipped over a pancake, his hair falling into his eyes. He looked cuter than ever, clad in his well-loved plaid pajama pants and a loose black shirt. It felt strange, seeing him like this again after so many months.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Leon suddenly spoke, still turned away from you. You were slightly startled, quickly averting your gaze.

“Morning,” you said softly. “Did you know I was standing here the whole time?”

“Of course I did,” Leon replied, finally turning to you with a pretty smile on his face, one that you couldn't help but immediately return. “Government training helped me with my awareness, y'know.”

You chuckled at that, making your way over to the dining table and taking a seat. Resting your chin in your hand, you watched Leon lovingly, a comfortable silence settling between you.

“Need a hand with anything?” you asked.

“Nah, it's alright. I'm almost done, anyway.” Leon replied. “By the way, how did you sleep?”

“Like a baby. I forgot how comfortable your bed was.” you said.

Leon grinned. “That's good. And your head?”

“It's feeling better. Thanks for the medicine, by the way.”

“Of course.” Leon replied.

Eventually, he carried to the table two plates of food, along with two tall glasses of orange juice. It was a simple breakfast, consisting of just pancakes, but it was totally fine by you. They looked fluffy and perfectly cooked and you didn't hesitate to dive in.

Leon just watched you eat in silence, a small grin on his face as he watched you do a little happy dance upon taking a bite. He wasn't really showing it, but he was very pleased with himself; not just because he made you a decent plate of pancakes but because you were here with him, out of that grimy nightclub, content and being taken care of. Leon felt a tug at his heartstrings as he realized just how much he missed taking care of you.

“Leon. Are you gonna eat?” you said with a chuckle, nearly done with your food. Leon seemed to snap out of whatever trance you had put him in, quickly glancing at his untouched plate of food.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He said in a slightly bashful way that made you swoon. He finally had begun eating, thoughtfully chewing, taking his time.

You leaned back in your chair, feeling completely satiated. For a while, the two of you just sat in comfortable silence. It dawned on you that eventually you'd have to leave, sadness beginning to wash over you like waves.

“What's the matter?” Leon suddenly spoke. “Be honest, were the pancakes actually terrible?” He said jokingly. That got you smiling again, and you let out a small, half-hearted laugh.

“Leon, they were fucking amazing,” you replied sincerely. You smiled then faltered a bit. “I just… I still feel bad.”

Leon, who was also sitting lax in his chair, had straightened up, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he gazed warmly at you.

“About?” He inquired.

You sighed, looking down at your lap. Suddenly eye contact was too much right now.

“For last night. I know I've already apologized but… seriously, I'm really sorry for making you drive all the way out there. And for worrying you.”

Leon shook his head, looking at you with an expression that could only be read as sympathetic.

“I've said it before and I'll say it again – you don't have to apologize, okay? If anything, I'm glad you called me. It meant that you trusted me to ensure your safety; and that made me feel good.”

You felt your heart warm at that. You continued to stare down at your lap, twiddling your thumbs, still hesitant to let him into your gaze.

“Can you look at me? Please?” Leon said ever so softly. The gentle, almost desperate tone of voice was enough to get you to finally raise your head and meet his eyes.

“There you are,” he said fondly. “I want you to know that you can always call me. For anything. And if you need me, I'll be there. We're not… together anymore but that doesn't mean I'm just gonna step out of your life, okay? I still care about you. Always will.”

You were effectively silenced, so deeply touched by Leon's words that you couldn't even produce any of your own. Suddenly your vision began to blur and your bottom lip was quivering.

Your friends – really, just your co-workers – who had practically forgotten about you at that club? They probably didn't care about you all like they claimed to. But if there was one person that would always stand up for you, help you, tend to your needs – it was Leon. It had always been him.

With a shaky voice, you responded, “Thank you, Leon. I… still care about you, too. So much. I totally owe you after last night.” you said with a playful smile, although you were honestly very serious.

“No, it's okay. You don't owe me anything. I was just doing what a good friend is supposed to do.”

Friend.

You brushed the word off, ignoring the pang of disappointment that hit you. You simply smiled at him.

Clearing your throat, you started another topic. “So, um… I guess since I'm here, we should catch up a bit. It's been so long since I've last spoken to you.”

Leon shrugged. “Honestly? I don't have much to catch you up on. I've just been doing what I always do, lounging around, working, occasionally going out with Claire and Chris. You know me, I'm a boring guy.”

“You are not at all boring, Kennedy,” you said teasingly.

“You know, it's okay to admit it.” He replied, and you could only shake your head, laughing quietly to yourself.

“You're literally a government agent. That's the opposite of boring.”

“Well, what a lot of people don't know is that being a government agent also comes with a shit-ton of paperwork.”

“I suppose,” you said with a completely playful roll of your eyes. “Anyway, Claire and her brother doing well?”

“They're doing great. They're always asking about you.”

You felt guilt begin to rear its ugly head at Leon's comment. “I haven't spoken to them in a while too… God, I'm terrible.” You said.

“Hey, don't make it a huge deal. They know how busy you are. They still care about you too. You could go a thousand years without speaking to them and they'd still be excited to hear from you.”

“That's nice to know.” You replied. You made it a mental note to get in contact with them soon.

The dining table fell quiet again. There was this undeniable tension in the air, one that the two of you couldn't shake. As much as you hated to admit it, you had missed sitting at Leon's dining table, sitting across from him specifically, sharing peaceful mornings together. You knew that eventually you'd have to leave; you'd part ways with Leon once more. You wish you could say that'd be easy to do.

Leon pulled you out of the recesses of your mind when he suddenly stood up, grabbing the two plates and cups. You silently watched as he went over to the sink, turning on the faucet.

Without even thinking, you stood up as well, joining him in the kitchen.

“Let me help you,” you said, not even giving him the choice.

Leon shook his head, like you knew he would. “It's alright, I got it. I know you've probably got things to do, so I understand if you need to go-”

“Things to do? Like what?” You interrupted with a playful grin. “I want to help, Leon, please.”

“It's only a few dishes.”

“I know– look, stop being so stubborn and let me help. Please.” You said, taking a plate out of his hand and grabbing a washcloth to help with drying. Leon just chuckled, having paused his washing for a bit to admire you.

“You haven't changed.” He spoke.

“What do you mean?” You asked as you put the plate back in its respective cabinet. You didn't even need to ask where it went – it was muscle memory for you.

“I mean… always wanting to help with stuff. It's what I've always liked about you.” Leon replied, handing you a newly washed cup. You took it, slowly, still processing his words. You felt a certain warmth throughout your body, trying to distract yourself from the feeling by rather furiously drying the glass.

“That's just how I am. Can't help it.” You replied shyly, your voice coming out small.

“I know. You should consider being an agent since you like helping so much.” Leon teased. You were putting the glass up when he had said that and weren't looking directly at him, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. It made you smile.

“Absolutely not.” You replied immediately, to which the both of you broke out into laughter, the sound filling the kitchen.

The two of you finished doing the dishes fairly quickly, falling into an easy rhythm. It all felt too familiar. The both of you fell into your usual banter so easily, and it was almost like you two hadn't just spent months apart.

You ended up helping Leon clean his entire kitchen after the dishes, chatting with him every second and moving around each other with the sort of ease you can only get when you've spent enough time in one place to memorize everything. You told Leon that you didn't mind helping him knock out a few chores, which was true; you knew how busy he was and how he was usually too tired to take care of things like this himself. But deep down, the true reason why you were still here was because you just didn't want to leave. But you kept that part buried within you. It was difficult coming to terms with what that meant and you didn't want to think about it.

“Does anything else need tidying?” You asked him once you finished wiping the kitchen counter. Leon looked around, seemingly thinking for a moment, before shaking his head.

“Nah, it's all good. But I appreciate it.”

Your grin faltered a bit. You knew you had to go. You had been here for hours now.

“Ah, okay,” you said, trying to hide the dejection in your voice. “Well, um… I guess I should get out of your hair then.”

Leon perked up at that. “You don't have to leave.” He said quickly. He then cleared his throat, looking away. “I mean, uh– if you don't want to, you can stay as long as you want.”

You wanted to more than anything else. But the right thing would be to leave, even though that went against your heart's desires. Who knows what you'd end up saying– or doing– if you stayed. Whatever it'd be, you'd probably regret it.

“I should really go.” You said quietly. Leon just silently nodded. His expression was unreadable yet again.

After making sure you had all your belongings, and unfortunately having to change back into your cursed club outfit for the time being, you now stood in front of the door. Leon had changed out of his pajamas too, looking as handsome as ever in a simple pair of jeans, a black shirt, and boots.

Since your friends had driven you to the club, and Leon drove you to his place, he'd have to drive you back. You were waiting for him after he had said he had to find his keys. You took one long, final glance around his house as you stood there with a heavy heart.

Quite a bit of time had passed, though, and you were about to call out to Leon, as you noticed he seemed to be taking longer than you expected. You figured he just needed help searching for his keys, so you jogged over to his bedroom, where you saw him enter.

When you walked in, he was kneeling in front of a cardboard box. His closet door was open, so you presumed that's where the box came from. Your brows pinched together in confusion.

“Leon? I can help with finding your keys-”

“Oh, I have my keys. I just, um… suddenly remembered something.” He said, a bit cryptically.

You were still visibly puzzled. “Remembered what?” you asked, walking a bit closer to see the contents of the box. And then you realized.

In the box was some jewelry of yours, one of your shirts, and a bottle of perfume that you had forgotten at his home ages ago.

Your heart warmed at the fact that Leon kept them safe and tucked away in his closet, almost as if he was waiting for the day to return them to you.

“I completely forgot about these,” he said, standing up to face you. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. I've been meaning to give these back.”

You just smiled, feeling so incredibly touched and endeared.

“It's okay, Leon. I didn't even realize I was missing these items.” You said with a chuckle. You kneeled down yourself, sifting through the contents of the box and reminiscing. The perfume especially reminded you of so many date nights and all the times Leon told you how nice you smelled.

“You know, that reminds me,” You began, feeling the cotton of your old, worn t-shirt that lay perfectly folded in the box. “I think I still have one of your sweatshirts. The old RPD one.”

You knew you did. It was still in your closet, hidden away. Not forgotten, just out of sight.

“You can keep it.” Leon said. “You looked better in it anyway.”

You felt that familiar heat rush to your face again. Even after all this time, his words still affected you.

“Well, um… thanks.” You replied.

“It's nothing.”

You stood up, holding the box, and the two of you walked back to the door. Every step felt heavier than the last.

You watched as Leon was about to open the door for you. But in that moment, as he was about to turn the knob, something within you snapped.

“Wait.” You said.

Leon paused, turning to look at you. “Did– did you forget something?” He asked.

You shook your head. You slowly put the box down on the floor, gently kicking it aside.

“I don't wanna leave, Leon.”

Leon still seemed perplexed. “I told you, you can stay as long as you-”

“No, I mean… I'm not leaving… again.”

It didn't take long for the realization to hit Leon. He was silent for a bit, unsure of how to proceed, or what to say.

“I need you to be more clear.” He said simply.

You stepped closer to him. You nearly reached your hand out, wanting to gently stroke his hair like you always used to do, but you weren't sure if he was ready to jump back into physical affection like that. You restrained yourself.

“I want to try again, Leon. I'm so sorry for how I treated you. At the time, I didn't understand your trauma – I failed to accommodate you. When I left… I realized how shitty I had been. How much I had missed you. I dated other people and none of them gave me what you did. You were too good to me and I was too selfish. I'm sorry, and I want you to know that I've grown. I will try my best to meet you where you are from now on if you just let me back in.”

You said all of this while staring directly into Leon's captivating eyes, sincerity in your tone and in the way you gazed at him. You hoped Leon could feel your guilt. Your remorse.

Leon just stared back, stunned into silence. You could tell his mind was racing, searching for what to say, processing everything you had told him. You were prepared for him to say no. You were bracing for the heartbreak. You wouldn't be upset, no. You'd be understanding. You were ready to leave for good if that's what he wanted.

But heartbreak isn't what you got.

“Thank you. For apologizing.” Leon said. “I should, too. I wasn't being totally honest about my line of work. And dating a government agent isn't necessarily an easy thing to handle. It was probably traumatic for you, too, seeing me come home so damaged, physically and mentally.

“And for the record, I don't think you were being selfish. You wanted to help, I know you did, you just didn't know how and it was frustrating.”

You felt a stinging sensation in your eyes, your emotions nearly meeting their boiling point, tears threatening to spill. Deep down, you didn't think Leon had anything to apologize for, considering everything he's been through and seen, but you were appreciative of his apology nonetheless. It warmed your heart to know that he never resented you when you were together, like you always thought he did.

“So… should we try this again?” you said, a playful glint in your watery eyes.

Leon grinned. “We should.”

At that, you couldn't hold back any longer. You went in for a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck snugly. He wasted no time in wrapping his around your waist. Being back in his arms again felt like a dream.

You brought a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through it. You felt Leon relax even more at the soft touch.

With your lips close to his ear, you whispered:

“I never stopped loving you.”

Leon pulled away a bit, his hands just lightly resting on your waist.

“Neither did I.”

A pause. You felt his breath fan across your face.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, already grinning like a lovesick teenager.

“Please.” Was all Leon said before you leaned in, your lips finding purchase on top of his, bodies pressed close together.

You had a hunch that making yourself at home again wouldn't be difficult at all.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

I'm back with more

(most my original jokes but some are based on other tweets)

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Stay at My House

AN: Under the cut :)

Rating: M 

Tags: romance, friendship, flirting, kissing, implied/referenced nsfw, angst, tenderness- more under cut

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Luis Serra

Characters: Ashley Graham, Luis Serra, Leon S. Kennedy

Word Count:  9.8k

Summary: "I’ve been lonely for too long. As have you.”

A short AU fic where Luis successfully helps Leon and Ashley escape, and then, to his own surprise, successfully invites Leon to his apartment.

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Tags: one-sided infatuation from Ashley's side / friendship / Ashley is friends with Luis and Leon / drinking / smoking / romance / Implied/Referenced Sex / Kissing / Flirting / AU / AU where Luis lives / Angst / Tenderness / Humor / the romance is centered on Luis and Leon as the tags reflect / Swearing / Luis taking care of Leon and Ashley / Ashley goofing about with Luis / And having a bit of a heart to heart

Author Note: I hope you enjoy this short AU fic. It certainly turned out to be longer than expected. Title an obvious inspiration from the song "I Really Want to Stay at Your House", but much fic inspiration was taken from Donkeyboy's "Stay", "We Can Be Friends", "All Up to You", and "Darkest Night", as well as YYY's "Maps". Apologies for any mistakes- fic has been proofread twice. Thank you for reading :) Cross-posted to ao3.

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“Let’s put him down over there, on the big chair with all the medical…” Luis waved his hand.  “...things,” he said. He didn’t want to say energy blasters. 

“Will it save him?” Ashley asked. She was beside herself, holding back tears for what seemed like the fifth time in the past hour. 

“I used it before, and it worked- it has no business not working.” The words may have been confident, but in reality, Luis was full of doubt. The parasite he had removed from himself was slightly different from what Leon and Ashley had been injected with, and to make matters worse, his parasite hadn’t been stalled with suppressants. 

If someone held a gun to his head and asked about the odds, he’d bluntly say that Ashley’s chances were better. The suppressant had been administered to her only a few hours ago, making its effect minimal. The parasite would be more visible and easier to extract. Leon, however, had already taken two doses- one 10 hours ago, and another an hour ago.

As if they didn’t have enough problems already, the suppressant clearly wasn’t working properly on Leon anymore. Yes, Leon’s mind wasn’t ‘dead’, but he was half-conscious and he could barely walk. His veins were dark, and his blue eyes were turning into a hideous reddish-brown. Luis suspected that the accelerated effect was because of all the physical activity and injuries Leon had sustained, unlike Ashley, who had been for the most part stationary due to her captivity. It was a ridiculous silver lining that allowed her body to put up a better fight, unlike Leon’s body seemed to be on the verge of giving up.

He and Ashley managed to get Leon on the chair, despite his weak pushes and mumbled protests. “He’ll be fine, Luis began to say, “but we need to get him-” 

Leon grabbed his wrist. “Ashley….first,” he spat out, eyes dark and fierce. 

“No Leon! Shut up!” Ashley yelled as she began to wrestle him into the chair. She was crying, her tears falling all over Leon’s arm. 

“You heard the lady, cowboy.” Luis pulled Leon’s wrist away and positioned his arm in, ignoring the “no’s” coming from the man. “Miss Ashley over here has a good few hours, maybe even a day. But you, my friend?” Luis adjusted the contraption hanging above the chair. “Like 10 minutes.” An exaggeration, but he hoped that it would be enough to get Leon to listen.

Finally, Leon stopped struggling. Thank god he was weakened. He was ridiculously strong, and if he hadn’t been semi-unconscious, they wouldn’t be able to stop him from climbing out. 

“Quickly…” Leon croaked out. His breathing was labored.

So Luis hit the button. And it was horrific, and he was wringing his hands, and Ashley had her hands over her mouth to stifle her scared cries. But he couldn’t comfort her- he had to be alert and watch the machine do its thing, praying to the God he did not believe in anymore. it had to  work. It had to. Leon saved his life more than once. The very least he could do was return the favor. 

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The lab used to be a cold, stifling place, especially since Luis began to feel overwhelming guilt about what he had done. But now, it was a source of comfort, nay- a safe haven, despite its overall ransacked and dirty appearance.

The parasite had been extracted from both Leon and Ashley successfully. The procedure, as he had predicted, was a lot less taxing for Ashley,. After a few minutes she was already sitting up next to him in a chair, wrapped up in a blanket. Leon, on the other hand, was lying down on a nearby cot, in a shallow slumber from the pain medicine Luis had injected him with. During the trashing during the procedure, Leon’s wounds had opened up, and they had needed stitching. 

Luis glanced at Ashley. She was looking at Leon with deep concern, along with a hint of undeniable infatuation. Not that he could blame her. Mr. Leon Kennedy had bewitched him as well. 

"He'll be alright," he reassured her. "Our squire here is a strong man."

Ashley gave him a weary smile. "Do you think you could..." She shifted in her seat and pulled the blanket tighter over her shoulders. "...you could take a look at him again?"

"I just did, but sure." Luis patted Ashley's shoulder and made his way to Leon. He sighed. Leon seemed to be breathing regularly and calmly, and his muscles seemed relaxed, but the furrowed eyebrows and frowning lips betrayed the tension on his face. No doubt he would have fought sleep if he had the strength, but thankfully, he didn't. 

And if Leon did, he would make sure to inject him with another dose of painkillers. Problematic nature of the action aside, Luis suspected that this was one of the few ways Leon could relax in any way, shape, or form. 

Either way, everything else looked good; Luis did not fancy himself a doctor in the traditional sense, but he knew how to check a pulse, do and check stitches, apply injections, check for trauma and broken bones, and apply antiseptic - something he noticed one of Leon's wounds could use. 

As he applied the antiseptic, Luis studied Leon, glancing every other second at a different feature of his. The soft lips, calloused hands, muscular chest and arms, surprisingly clear skin, the lovely blond hair. And to think he was seeing it slightly greasy, dirty and unkempt- it must be a wonder to behold after being washed. 

But the lips, oh the lips. Thin and usually pursed but undeniably soft-looking. 

Perhaps he should feel somewhat guilty for gawking unapologetically, but he couldn’t. Luis gently ran his fingers down the length of Leon’s left arm, partially to check his veins for the virus, and partially to have yet another excuse to touch him as he looked him over once more. 

Oh he was attractive, painfully so. While his first meeting with Leon was fraught with disappointment and fear, followed by annoyance and fear again, curiosity got the better of him. That curiosity very quickly morphed into an infatuation, one he couldn’t help express with obvious flirting that without a doubt flew over Leon’s head. 

“Luis?” Ashley was now standing behind him, peering at Leon. 

“Right, uh, he’s good.” Luis awkwardly patted Leon’s shoulder. “Just needs to rest a little more. Let’s give him some room.”

He walked back to his chair, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Ashley gently touch Leon’s shoulder before sitting back down in her seat next to him.

Ashley was a lovely woman, and it was a shame she got so brutally introduced to the underlying horrors of science. Well, at least as much as one could call it science. Ever since he had started working for Umbrella, everything had comically veered into a mess of science-fiction and fantasy, all cloaked in greed, betrayal, hate and conspiracy theories that would make the founding fathers of capitalism proud. Ah well, he couldn’t be too angry about that- he was able to barter his safety thanks to it. 

Huh, he had access to a computer. Maybe the mysterious yet beautiful Ada left him a message. Luis chuckled to himself as he thought about her. Looks like Hollywood movies were true- secret agents were hot. 

He started typing and clicking, figuring he’d also back up the information on it. Wouldn’t hurt, and he could use it to barter even further. Saddler’s fucking idiotic henchmen ransacked the lab without checking for any cloud backups. Morons. . Fuck, they didn’t even bother cracking a password that was quite literally written on a post-it note taped to the monitor screen. And they didn’t even properly look for the amber, which was now safely on his person. Although he should not have been surprised with this level of incompetence, especially considering how virus affected the brain. 

“So…what are you doing?” Ashley asked. She looked a lot calmer, but the weariness in her eyes was telling. 

Luis gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. “Backing up some information. And doing something no self-respecting scientist would do in a lab.” He pulled out his pack of smokes and lit up a cigarette.

Ashley laughed, and he offered her a cigarette, which she, predictably, declined. “I would go for a drink though,” she said. 

“Ah, good thinking.” He pointed at her in approval. “Let’s see….” He rolled his chair to a cabinet in the corner, hoping that the bottle of Metaxa was still stashed behind a collection dated, dusty files.

It was. 

“Excellent!” he exclaimed, and held up the bottle. Ashley gave him a thumbs up.

“It’s room temperature but hey, it’s still good. Oh wait…” They had no glasses. “Looks like we will have to drink straight from the bottle, if you’re alright with that.”

“I am,” she said, and gestured for him to pass her the alcohol. God knew the girl needed a drink. She took a big gulp, coughed a little, and then took another. 

Ah, a true American college girl. 

“I don’t even know what this is,” she laughed. “Cognac?”

“Technically not, although it’s often compared to it,” he said, taking the bottle from her and taking a swig himself. “It’s an…” he trailed off, and scoffed. 

“It’s a what?” Ashley asked.

He passed the bottle back to her and shook his head. “A kind of Greek amber spirit.”

She raised her eyebrows at him, the mouth of the bottle frozen inches away from her lips. 

“Just because of the color, nothing else,” he assured, raising his hand. An uncanny coincidence, truly. 

Ashley thought about it for a moment, shrugged, and then took another sip. 

Were it not for the horrendous circumstances, this would be an amicable social evening. Luis loved company of any kind, and made friends with ease, no matter their age, nationality, or gender. And this company was not only very nice, but particularly interesting- a shame one of them was unconscious, but hopefully, he’d be able to talk to Leon some more before they made their way out of this whole mess.

Because after that, he’d either have to run away and go into hiding, or he’d be caught and put into jail or forced to work for the American government.  Or the Spanish government. Who the fuck knew anymore. His life was a fucking mess. 

“Ow, fuck, mierda,” he hissed. He had reached over to the computer, irritating his shoulder wound. 

“Are you alright?” Ashley asked, putting her hand on his knee. 

“It’s fine, just…that fucking knife wound really stings.” And it probably hit the bone too, fuck. But at least he wasn’t dead. Had Leon not yanked him to the side, that fucking G.I. Joe freak would have hit him square in the back, most likely making him bleed to death in minutes. 

“Luis, can I ask what happened exactly? Leon didn’t really say....”

“I’m not surprised. Here, give me that.” He motioned for the bottle, and took another sip before recounting what had happened. 

As soon as the blade slammed into my shoulder,  I hit the floor and blacked out immediately- the pain was fucking horrendous. Thankfully, I woke up fairly quickly, only to see Leon struggling with this Krauser dude, yelling about betrayal, mentorship, and whatever else. Shit, I didn’t care. I got up to my knees and fired three rounds into this motherfucker’s back. He dropped, but then began changing into one of those things, only worse. He had a blade for an arm, and his flesh was all plagas-like. Horrific. He sighed, and took a drag from his cigarette. Ashley was awkwardly holding the bottle, and looking down. She mumbled that Krauser was the one that arranged her kidnapping. He expressed his remorse, and assured her he wasn't a threat anymore. As you will find, we managed to kill him. He continued.  True, I was still stunned from the wound in my shoulder, but I did my best to help. I even stabbed Krauser with the sharp end of a rusty pipe. Ha. But…Leon was the one to kill him. Stabbed him right through the heart, while the other encouraged him to do it. From what I gather this dude had trained Leon, so there was some connection.”

Ashley finally looked up at him. “Leon must not have taken it well.”

Luis shook his head. “He did not. He stared at his lifeless corpse for a good minute, his bottom lip trembling. I thought he would cry. He then went off to the side and sat in silence for a good few minutes.” He finished the cigarette, and threw it to the ground- this place was filthy either way. “He eventually snapped out of it, and helped me with my wound, but yeah, nasty stuff.”

Ashley nodded solemnly. “Shame about your jacket,” she commented with a sympathetic smile, looking at the bloodied piece of clothing thrown over the edge of a desk. 

“Hey, at least it looks cool now,” he quipped. He fully intended to get it fixed, but for now, he’d have to just waltz around in his simple white shirt. 

She smiled at him. “You look good in that too,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. 

He in turn gave her a light smirk and jutted his chin out. “Why Miss Ashley, thank you.” After all, he had the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons undone, just like the ladies liked. “I see my charms have worked. And that you know how to utilize yours, hm?”

She laughed. “Maybe. I’m not too good at this stuff.”

“Ah, you’re still better than our squire over here.” He nodded at the still sleeping Leon. “I sometimes wonder if he even realizes when he’s being flirted with.”

“Oh my god I know right?” Ashley exclaimed. She then furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait…”

Luis nodded in acknowledgement. 

“I thought you were a ladies man, Luis,” Ashley said, an amused smile on her face.

“I mostly am, but…I sometimes also am a gentleman’s man.” He lit another cigarette.  “Especially if the man in question is so enticing.” And sexy.

“Yeah….” Ashley trailed off wistfully.

“So I think it’s safe to say you like him too, Miss Ashley?”

Her shy smile confirmed it immediately. "It's hard not to. He's so…nice."

An understatement to be sure. "That he is," Luis said. "And interesting that it was something you've noticed as well."

"How do you mean?"

He motioned for the bottle which Ashley was clutching. "Leon is wide, muscley, very handsome, very pretty, and very capable. We have both seen him fight and we know he is capable of impressive acts of violence against those who deserve it, something some people may find attractive." Luis took another swig, noting that somehow they had already gotten through a  fourth of the bottle. "And yet what is perhaps most striking is how willing he is to help others. I've known him for what, 24 hours, and he's saved me at least five times. He technically didn't have to. And he would be even right to let me die. But he didn't."

"Luis don't say that…" Ashley trailed off. 

"I eventually figured out what Umbrella was doing, and I still stupidly stuck around."

"Well if you hadn't, you wouldn't be here, and you wouldn't have helped me and Leon."

Luis cocked his head. "You have a point, senorita." He winked. “And since you two plan to be around for a while, perhaps you will get Leon interested in you, hm?"

Ashley grinned. "I plan to ask him to join my detail. Dad wouldn't oppose it." She sighed. "Especially since I will probably end up sequestered somewhere. Having Leon would make it better."

"Good plan, good plan." Luis nodded along, not at all jealous. 

"But…I don't know how I feel about him. I certainly like him, but I wonder how much of it is just a normal attraction and how much…you know." Ashley gestured, unsure of what to say.

"Stockholm syndrome?" Luis asked.

Ashley gave him a horrified look, and he realized he made a mistake. "No wait, that's not it!" He exclaimed. That was for kidnappers. "...Ah, shining knight syndrome?" Fuck. His English was good, but he still frequently lost himself in all the idioms and metaphors. 

Oh, and now Ashley was laughing at him. "I'm sorry it's just, I’m not making fun of you, but when you said Stockholm syndrome, I thought of those freaks, and-" She descended into a fit of hysterical giggles, and he with her. The idea of any of them being a romantic interest was a terrifying and morbid thought, but clearly the alcohol was doing its job, making them silly and giggly. He had to admit he was already feeling tipsy, as was Ashley no doubt.

"I'm sorry Ashley, I-" he coughed, trying to make himself stop laughing. 

"No it's okay, I needed a good laugh.” She straightened up in her chair and took a deep breath. “Either way, I know what you mean. I may be more influenced by how heroic he’s being. Even though he says it’s his job.”

“Exactly,” Luis said. “Nothing wrong with that, but if anything, you will probably get a better read once you have known each other, er, outside these lovely circumstances.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, nodding slowly. “I do know that no matter what, I would want to be friends with him. I even asked him if he could maybe train me to be an agent, but he didn’t seem too excited about that…”

Luis tsked. “That’s not surprising, I think.”

“Really? You don’t think he was just blowing me off?”

He shook his head. “Nah. He just doesn’t want you to be involved with such horrors.”

“Well I will be involved anyway.” She sounded indignant. “I will either be an agent, or go into science like you so I can study this virus and stop others from using it. I can easily switch my major, I’m already taking biolog-”

“No no, I am a scientist and I am telling you to not do that. Look at me.” He pointed to himself. “Look at the situation I am in.” He clapped. “Become a medical doctor instead. You can still help people, right?”

“Yeah, I guess….I also was, or am still I guess, studying to become a lawyer.”

“That’s very noble. And still useful. I wouldn’t abandon it.” He put his hands up. “Apologies if my advice is a bit too forward, it’s not like I know much about you and really-”

Ashley shook her head. “No, I appreciate it. It’s nice to talk to someone about it.” She smiled and reached out to hold his hand. “Thanks Luis.” 

“Of course. Can I kiss your hand?” He cocked his eyebrow.

Ashley nodded/ “Of course sir!” She giggled, and he readily acquiesced, placing a soft kiss just above her knuckles. “Since I’m giving bad advice- you could always marry someone rich and just use their money to further your own goals.You’re the president’s daughter- you’re a catch!”

Ashley had just been in the middle of taking another sip, but pulled the bottle away to stop herself from spitting the alcohol out everywhere. “Oh my gosh pfft….” 

They both descended into laughter again, laughter that was interrupted by a groggy, deep voice. “Ashley?” Leon was attempting to get up, and squinting his eyes at them with a confused expression. 

“Leon!” Ashley exclaimed. She put the now half-empty bottle down with a thud and rushed to his side. 

Luis slowly followed. 

Ashley had thrown her arms over a still half-lying down Leon, and he was warmly hugging her back.  “You’re okay.” he said, a smile on his face. 

“Of course she is,” Luis said, having already made his way to them. “Got on the machine right after you, and got the virus blasted out of her with great success.”

Leon looked at Ashley, who was sitting on the side, her hand on Leon’s thigh. She smiled at him. “I’m alright, thanks to Luis. And you’re alright too, thanks to him.” 

“Yeah, thanks,” Leon said.

Perhaps it wasn’t the most eloquent of thanks, but Luis could tell how sincere Leon was. His eyes betrayed a mixture of overwhelming gratefulness and relief, even though his sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes displayed his sadness like a neon sign above a shitty convenience store. 

“My pleasure. I told you I wanted to help. But you-”

There was a distant rumble, followed by a light shake. 

“We’ll talk later, we need to go,” Leon said. “Luis, you said you need to pick something up?”

He grabbed one of his over shoulder bags and rushed over to the computer and pulled out the CD backup containing all his notes, research and messages.  “Yeah, I don’t think I will be able to. I will just count on you to get me off this island.” He shoved in some medical supplies too, just to be safe.

“Of course!” Ashley exclaimed. 

“But you will have to lead us out of here first,” Leon said. He was now up, fully alert, and in battle mode. His eyes were darting around, and his gun was drawn. 

“Naturally, my prince charming,” he curtsied, which earned a laugh from Ashley, and a glare from Leon. Fuck they were both still tipsy. Here’s to hoping they didn’t trip over their own feet.

“Shut the hell up and go!” Leon yelled.

He shrugged and broke into a jog. “You know, I just saved your life, you should be more appreciative of that!” he called out. They ran out of the lab and made a left turn- the corridor should take them to a concealed entrance that led to the cliff sides. 

“I’m about to not be if you don’t stop with this needless commentary,” Leon grumbled.

Damn. Leon made it just too easy to annoy him. 

“And now if you look to your right you will see this amazing cement wall lined with only hints of blood,” Luis began to say in a cheery voice, “-and up ahead we will make a right and see the lovely Los Illumindos labs-”

Ashley was already laughing, and he could only imagine how furiously Leon was pouting. “Are you two drunk?” he asked. 

Oh fuck, he must have noticed the bottle. “Of course not- that would be irresponsible.” He turned around and winked at Ashley who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

“Anyway, as you so rudely interrupted, if we take a right over here you will see some delightful tunnels-”

This went on for the whole 3 minutes of them escaping. At one point he caught a glimpse of Leon’s annoyed yet resigned face, and it nearly made him double over in laughter. To make matters even better, Ashley giggled and sometimes joined in on his stupid comments throughout the whole thing.

“And here we are, end of tour!” Luis exclaimed. They had emerged onto a wide wooden walkway on the cliffs that stretched both up and down the steep rocks. “Now if we just go up this ladder, a helicopter can easily pick us up.”

“About that…” Leon trailed off. “It blew up, and I lost contact. My comms are down.” 

Ashley looked at Leon worried, and Luis threw his head back and sighed. “It seems I have to do everything. Let’s go.” They would try to make a run to the small cave wharf the walkway led to, and hope to god that the motorboat used to make supply runs was still there along with its keys. 

The earthquakes were becoming more frequent. Luis could only guess what they meant. The lack of any kind of ganados or any other variety of henchmen led him to believe that Saddler had been defeated, or was in the process of being defeated. 

Luis’ theory was confirmed when they miraculously found the motorboat intact with its keys and managed to put some distance between themselves and the island. Through Leon’s binoculars, he watched the mysterious Ada launch a rocket straight into a mutated Saddler's face. 

Leon smiled when he had a look himself. "Ada," he softly said. 

"Ada?" Luis asked. "So you know her then?"

"We go back," Leon said, not offering any more explanation. 

"She saved us before,"Ashley chimed in. "Do you think she will be alright Leon?"

Just then, a helicopter flew over them, clearly landing where Ada was.

"Yeah, she will be fine," Leon said. He had a wistful, tired look on his face. It was obvious that there was some romantic involvement, and Luis had to admit he was deathly curious, but there was no way in hell he would get it out of Leon.

He then noticed there was blood seeping through Leon’s bandages on his right arm and shoulder.  "Joder, Leon you're bleeding again.” 

"Leave it, we will be picked up soon," Leon said, in a vain attempt to wave him off. Like hell. 

Luis asked Ashley to pass him his bag, and began working on Leon, despite his protests that he was steering the motorboat. 

"We have open sea in front of us, you won't crash into anything."

"Can I help?" Ashley asked. She was scooting over closer to the both of them, careful not to get up- while the boat was not going very fast, the boat was rocking a fair amount.  

"Actually yes, pass me my tote bag," he said. 

He got to work as carefully as he could-thankfully Leon slowed and kept the boat sturdy, while calling someone to arrange a pick up place. 

"And we have Luis Serra with us….no I did not arrest him,he saved me and Baby Eagle."

"I'm saving you now!" He exclaimed while gently wrapping the bandage around Leon's muscular arm. The person on the other end better have heard him. 

Leon gave him an amused smirk. "Copy, will bring him to the extraction point."

"Wait what?" Luis asked. "Am I getting arrested, American? Technically you can't do that, I'm a Spanish citizen."

"What?! Luis is getting arrested?!" Ashley exclaimed, "Leon you can't-" She was pulling out a fresh bandage from the bag.

"Relax, it's not like that, they just want to ask you some questions," Leon said. 

Luis scoffed and shrugged. "Looks like I don't have a choice." 

"By the way are you done?" Leon asked. Luis had just finished redressing the wound on his forearm. 

"No, now your shoulder. Nurse!" 

"Yes doctor," Ashley laughed, handing him a neatly rolled bandage.  

"Great," Leon grumbled, a slight smile on his face. Regardless, he still dutifully lifted his right arm so his companions could fix it. 

"You seem to overstrain your right arm, Leon," Luis said. His fingers neatly danced around Leon's shoulder, swiftly wrapping the clean bandage around the bruised and wounded areas strewn all over his shoulder blade. "Injured your left?"

"Yeah, gunshot wound, six years ago."

Luis tsked. "That would do it." He tucked in the end of the bandage, pulling Leon's sleeve down to keep it in place. His hand lingered longer than it should have, ever so lightly gliding against Leon's shoulder blade. "21 years old huh? You started early."

"Yeah, I did," Leon said, not turning to look at him.

Luis started to realize that the man before him most likely had had a very tragic, upsetting past, not unlike him. He wanted to find out more, but before he could attempt further conversation, Ashley loudly coughed.

Both him and Leon whipped their heads around to look at her, Leon immediately asking if she was okay. 

"I think so, I mean, I'm pretty sure I got pneumonia." She gave them an awkward smile, but it was clear the same thought had crossed her mind as theirs. 

"Mierda, I should listen to your lungs, but I won't hear shit in this boat and without a stethoscope, but here..." He took her hand and began to take her pulse. 

It was alright. "Now look at me…" He moved close, looking into her eyes, specifically the sclera. No trace of the virus. 

"Now let me just take a look at your arms…" He ran his fingers up her forearm, applying pressure to key points. He noticed Leon glancing at them, clearly concerned. 

Everything looked in order. "You seem to be alright," he gave a reassuring smile. "But doctor first thing. And don't spare details about what you were affected with. I assume the American government knows about the virus, umbrella, all that?" He turned to look at Leon. 

"That's classified." He answered. "But…that's part of why they want you around. Just in case."

"Go figure." He sighed. 

To his surprise, Ashley took his hand. "I'm not going to let them lock you up somewhere, Luis."

"Oh querida," he leaned in for a hug, and Ashley eagerly reciprocated. He could feel the relief and exhaustion seeping out of her tired body. "You want in Leon?" Luis craned his head around to ask, knowing full well the squire had to steer. 

"Very funny." He shook his head. "And also heads up- we're here." 

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Before the secret service carted Ashley away, she managed to say goodbye to both Luis and Leon.

First, she took Leon to the side, and while Luis could not hear anything they said, it was clear she was offering him to join her security detail. Leon looked at her with a tired smile, and he could tell by his body language that he was politely declining. Thankfully, Ashley did not seem too broken about it, especially since he had leaned down to let her give him a kiss on the cheek. They then hugged tightly, after which Ashley pointedly ignored the increasingly frustrated agents to also give him a hug. 

“He let you down easy?” Luis whispered as they hugged. 

She laughed. “He didn’t let me entirely down. He gave me his email and phone. See?” She showed Luis a shakily written number along with a very interesting email address: darkness4night@hotmail.com

It certainly wasn’t Leon’s professional email. 

“Luis?” Ashley looked at him. “Please stay in touch. I know we already exchanged emails but…please write me. I’ll write you!”

He sighed and cocked his head. “You want to stay in touch with a horrible person like me?”

“Don’t say that.” She quietly said, choked up. “You’re really wonderful, and your knowledge can help others. It’s what you want to do, right?”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “Okay, I give up. I will write you.” He smiled, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She hugged him again, and then, she was climbing into the helicopter.

Luis slowly walked to Leon’s side, watching as the machine took off into the sky. He wondered how they would be shipped out, and more importantly- to where. He  took a deep breath, and rubbed his shoulder. The wound hurt like hell, and wherever they were headed, he hoped that there’d be some medical care.

“How’s the shoulder?” Leon softly asked. 

“Oh, now you ask, it’s-” Luis did a double take. He had turned to look at Leon, fully expecting to be met with a hardened, somewhat pouty stare he had grown so accustomed to seeing over the past hours. Instead, he was met with a man who had dropped his entire facade. 

Exhaustion was too weak of a word to describe what he was seeing. Leon was slouching, his arms were crossed, hands gripping his own biceps in a self-soothing way. The bags under his eyes had somehow increased ten-fold, and his lips were turned up into a weary half-smile, one that said ‘if I take another step I’ll keel over’.  It looked like he wanted to faint, but was fighting the urge to do so, instead sort of clumsily swaying, shifting his weight from one foot to another. 

Fuck. This man needed to be put on bed rest immediately.

“-it’s, it’s fine.” Luis finally finished his sentence, forgoing any intention of giving Leon shit.

“Some day, huh?” Leon quipped. Fuck, his voice was so shaky.

“Leon, my friend, you need to have yourself examined by a medical professional, now,” Luis insisted, walking up to him. He guided him to a nearby bench overlooking the sea, coaxing him to sit down. “I assume that these people out there in the back are arranging for your transport?” he asked.

“Yeah, they’ll get a helicopter to take me, and you, to the American embassy. I don’t know what will happen from there,” Leon muttered. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. 

“That’s not important- you need a doctor.” He put his hand on Leon’s back, and to his surprise, Leon didn’t shake it off. In fact, his body twitched and ever so slightly leaned in towards him, as if he wanted to be hugged. But instead, he stiffened, and he continued to silently hold his head in his hands.

This needed to be fucking sped up. 

He got up and jogged towards a small group of annoying looking people in formal suits. “Are you getting a doctor for Leon?”

The group stared at him blankly before a woman with glasses finally indulged him. “Condor One said he didn’t need a doctor. I protested of course, but-”

“Yeah, Leon is full of shit.” Luis began to rant.  “He’s injured, and physically and mentally exhausted, he’s on the verge of a breakdown, and I only crudely patched his wounds up- agh!” Luis leaned forward, hissing in pain. The wound on his shoulder began to throb. 

The nice woman put her hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“No my dear, I have been stabbed.”

She softly chuckled. “We’ll get you a doctor too, Condor One, er, I mean Leon, said you saved their lives. And possibly stopped the virus from moving onto the mainland.”

“That I did too.” Luis gave her his best charming smile, and it worked. The woman ever so slightly blushed and looked to the side, flustered. Yep, he still got it. “Heyyy, you’re the woman Leon was talking to.” By now the other agents had shifted over to the side, continuing their private conversation in hushed tones. 

u“Indeed,” she said. “Ingrid Hnnigan.”

“Luis Serra. Encantado.” He winked at her.

 “Pleasure to meet you, former Umbrella researcher Luis Serra Navarro.”

“Ahhhh….” Luis’ flirty smile fell away. “And just in how much trouble am I?” 

“Possibly none.” She pushed her glasses up. “You have way too much valuable information and experience for us to let it go to waste. And since you seem to be on our side…we could use your abilities.”

Oh, this was good. It meant that he still had plenty of leverage without having to reveal that he was still in possession of the amber. “Alright, but listen,” he slowly crossed his arms, careful not to aggravate his wound. “I have some demands.”

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Luis didn’t think his demands were outrageous. He’d cooperate fully and provide the American government with any information and expertise they needed. In fact, he’d gladly work to counter las plagas and any other strains of the virus. That thing was very much a plague, and it had ruined his and so many other people’s lives. 

In return, he demanded legal immunity, a decent salary, and for the American government to pay off his small apartment on the outskirts of Sevilla. 

Surprisingly, it was the apartment they balked at- for fuck’s sake it was a measly 50 000 euros left on that mortgage. After gently reminding them that he may be the last surviving plagas expert and the only person with any insider information about Los Illuminados, and that he helped save the president’s daughter, they agreed. 

So here he was, after a few-hour round of exhausting questioning, back in his apartment with all of his most important belongings. Fuck had he been smart to set something up before he decided to bail from Los Illuminados, otherwise he’d be homeless. 

At least he had received excellent medical care, and he actually felt good, despite catching only a couple hours of sleep before arriving. Americans had excellent painkillers. 

He was just about to take a shower when there was a knock on the door. “Are you already here to take me on a job, yankees?”  He called out. They better fucking not- the doctor examining him said he needed a few days rest at least. 

To his shock, he was met with Leon standing in his doorway. 

“Leon…” he trailed off, a wide smile on his face. 

Leon had also been given a full medical check-up, and the doctor’s professional opinion was for him to not only get more tests, but to also rest for a whole month. Leon’s response to that was to go for his debriefing, and then to let Hunnigan know that he was ready for his next assignment..

Luis had tried to strike up a conversation with Leon then, even offering him a room in his apartment if he didn’t want to make the trip back to the States immediately. He realized that what he was offering was stupid. No doubt the government could put Leon up in an excellent hotel, far better than his two-room. 

In reality, he had been hoping that Leon picked up on his subtle flirting, and that he had some interest in him, even in a platonic way. But what were the chances of that? So Luis gave him a hearty farewell before he left the embassy, hugging him, fully expecting to never see him again. In fact, he thought he had been delusional when he thought he felt Leon smooth his hands down his back.

Well, judging by the handsome blonde man standing in his doorway, he had been wrong.

“You said you could use some company in your apartment. And Hunnigan told me I’ll have an assignment here in Spain soon. So I figured I’d wait here…while keeping an eye on you.” There was a glint in his eye, one that betrayed an inkling of flirty interest.

Luis grinned, and stepped to the side. “Bienvenido.”

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Leon didn’t even drink the coffee Luis had taken time to prepare. 

Luis had warmly invited him in, and told him to make himself at home in the small room that functioned as his private study. It wasn’t much, but it had a pullout couch that functioned as a pretty comfortable bed. As Leon trudged to the room, Luis chattered on about how he’d need to find some new sheets, and how he hoped they weren’t too dusty, and how you had to wrestle with the handle a little bit for the bed to come out, and that Leon should ignore the stacks of books and papers lying about, and also that he’d make the coffee black but warm up some milk if Leon wanted to add some.

It took him a good ten minutes to realize Leon had not been responding at all. 

“Fuck, did he die in there?” Luis mumbled, rather hurriedly going inside, only to be met with Leon fast asleep on his stomach, one arm hanging over the couch, the other under his head.  He hadn’t even bothered to unfold the couch, or undress in any way; his white T-shirt was bunched up around his waist just above the leather belt looped through the waistband of his tight black jeans. Fuck, he didn’t even take off his boots, and his duffle bag had just been dropped into the corner of the room.

Luis’ thought about at least getting the shoes off, but decided against it; he had no doubt Leon possessed killer instincts, and the last thing he wanted was to be pile-drived into his own apartment floor because he touched a sleeping federal agent. 

So he waited, adamant on making Leon at least slightly more comfortable, but the moment never came. After four hours, he realized that Leon probably wasn’t going to wake up for another four, if not more. With a sigh, Luis took off his glasses and looked at Leon. He had changed his position, and was now curled up on his side, arms crossed in front of his very wide chest. 

He thought that the loud clacking of the computer keyboard would wake Leon up- he had brought a towel and bedding in preparation for that-  but it did not. He hadn’t planned to use the computer in the first place, but unfortunately, this was his study, and the machine was far too big to drag on a whim to his bedroom.

So he typed away, making notes, and writing his own detailed report of what had happened on the island, along with what he had done with the ‘sample’. It needed to be studied, and he planned to get himself hired at a private university that would let him use their labs at night under the pretext of personal research. At least, that was the plan for now. Who knew if Ada would come looking for him? He could always lie to her and tell her he never managed to get the amber from the island. 

He ran his hand through his hair. He’d figure it out eventually.

Perhaps putting Leon in his study wasn’t the best idea- he did need to work after all. But….if the man slept this hard, then maybe there was no need to. Regardless, Luis was now tired himself, and was definitely not going to do anything else for the next foreseeable hours.

“Goodnight, Prince Charming,” Luis said out loud as he got up. It’s not as if Leon could hear him. He powered down the computer and switched off the lamp, failing to notice Leon’s eyelids flutter open.

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Leon was still asleep when Luis woke up at noon, but to his relief, Leon had wised up and not only folded out the couch, but also showered and undressed down to his T-shirt, as evidenced by the pants and boots dumped unceremoniously on the floor. He was now curled up beneath the thick duvet Luis had laid out, his blonde hair and nose the only thing visible. 

Cute.

By the time he made breakfast, Leon was already up. 

And oh what a sight it was. The blond prince was standing before him in nothing but a white T-shirt and boxers that left little to the imagination. His hair was delightfully tousled about, fluffy from the shower he had recently taken. 

And the best part was that Leon did not look like he was past the point of exhaustion anymore. Simply mildly tired. 

“Sorry to impose myself on you like this,” Leon said, sitting down at the tiny kitchen table with a thump. He gratefully accepted the mug of coffee Luis put in front of him. 

“I invited you, remember that.” He smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” He scoffed, “I did.”

“And that is…surprising?” Luis asked. 

“It is. I haven’t slept well in a while.” 

Luis put the food down on the table. “That much I figured. it was obvious from the moment I saw you.”

“Yeah,” Leon said. “I don’t think I would have slept that well in a hotel room.”

“You wouldn’t? Why?”

The conversation flowed from there. Between mouthfuls, Leon told Luis how he was always somewhere on a mission, and could never fully relax, especially since oftentimes he was alone. To make things sadder, Luis found out he didn't even have a place of his own. 

But Leon just shrugged at it. "After training I was traveling so much that it just made no sense." He took a sip of his third mug of coffee. "I'll get a place when life settles down."

Luis looked at him and sighed. "You know with this life…"

"Yeah I know." Leon leaned back. "Either way, Luis, I have to thank you.”

“For what?”

Leon smiled and looked away, the blond strands of his hair covering his face. “Just…you’re a good guy. I don’t know or understand how you got with Umbrella, but-”

“I can tell you.” He raised his eyebrows at Leon. “If that will make you feel better.” Anything to get him to stay and trust him more.

“You don’t have to,” Leon said, slightly shaking his head. It wasn’t a dismissal of his experiences, but rather an understanding of how painful the past could be. “You know...” He tapped his fingers against the mug. “I was at the village elder’s house. There was an account of what happened to your grandfather.” Leon looked right at him. “I’m sorry.” 

Luis sucked in air. “Yeah…thank you.” The mention of it alone made his stomach turn. At least his revenge had been carried out, to some degree. In fact, just this morning he had offered a quiet prayer to the God he still did not believe in that Saddler and all of the Los Iluminados had been defeated forever. 

Still, he was grateful that Leon was understanding, and not wholly judgemental. So he began to speak- partially to gain Leon’s trust, and partially because he had never been able to freely talk to anyone about his past, and God knew he could use a friendly ear. 

As it turned out, Leon seemed like the perfect person to do so. Umbrella had effectively ruined both their lives, along with other lawless organizations. In his case, it was a cult. In Leon’s case, it was organized crime and then the American government. 

Before they both knew it, it was already late afternoon. 

“Luis, can I ask you something?” 

Luis laughed. “I think by now you can ask me pretty much anything, American.”

“Why do you call me prince charming?” 

There were so many ways he could play this. He could say it was a joke, that he associated Leon’s blond hair, blue eyes, pretty face and seemingly reckless valor with stereotypical Western fairy tales. He could also tell the truth, that he thought of him as an honest hero-type figure with an unshakable moral compass that was as attractive as his looks were. 

Luis had been silent too long, because Leon continued. “Do you think of me as charming?” He had propped his head on his hand, and swept his hair out of his face, his blue eyes clearly visible as he studied Luis with an amused smile.

Ay por Dios. He was flirting! 

“So you can fl-” Luis bit his tongue. He wasn’t about to tease Leon about his flirting skills, not now, not when he had some kind of in. “Maybe,” Luis said, cocking his eyebrow. “You interested?” Oh that was fucking weak. He could do better, but in his defense, this version of Leon was very different from the version he had initially met. Then again, it stands to reason that one acts differently when not in life-threatening situations. 

Leon hmphed and got up with a chuckle. “Maybe. But right now, I need to go lie down.”

“Alright then.” Luis bit his lip. “But could I ask you to go sleep in my bedroom?” 

Ah yes, he had hoped Leon would do a double take. He let the question hang before clarifying that he wanted to work in the study. “In fact, I don’t mind us switching rooms. I have to work on getting a new job, you see.” 

Leon smirked at him. “We’ll figure something out.” Leon got up, and gently patted him on the back. “Take care, knight.”

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The romantic tension bubbled over after three days. 

Luis was surprised it had even taken this long. He soon realized that Leon had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that very accurately portrayed his state of mind. So when he would jokingly ask Luis to not peek at him while he undressed, or to not get too distracted when he did push-ups in the living room, Luis knew he meant the exact opposite. 

It wasn’t subtle, and it was driving Luis crazy. “I will throw you out,” he jokingly threatened at one point, and Leon had jumped up from doing his crunches and stared him down with a “Huh, I’d like to see you try, Dr Luis.”

Luis had to go sit in the kitchen to calm down after that. 

That very same day, Luis was sitting on the sill of the large, open living room window. A perk of living in a townhouse with high ceilings and excellent lighting. He was smoking, mindful to at least not do it around Leon. He knew this shit was cancer, but he needed something to take the edge off. Although in this case, it was Leon that was making him nervous.

He had wanted to make a move earlier, but figured it hadn’t been the right moment. So he sulked, smoking, wondering if this would amount to anything, or if they would just dance around each other for eternity. 

“Hey, Luis,” Leon walked into his view. He was wearing a tight black shirt, and his blonde hair was falling loosely in his eyes- overall, he looked incredibly handsome. His cheeks looked fuller, he was less pale, and his eyes were not so sunken anymore. Luis had made sure to feed him well, not only cooking but also putting out proper Spanish food to eat, including fresh bread that Leon almost too happily kept filling up on.  He couldn't imagine what this man’s diet looked like on a day to day basis. 

In return, Leon helped clean up, and Luis even caught him one morning washing the windows…shirtless. His logic had been that he didn’t have too many shirts with him and he didn’t want to get them dirty, but Luis wasn’t stupid- Leon was sporting a coy smile throughout that entire interaction. Helpful asshole.  

Luis shook his head, willing the horny thoughts away. “Yeah, what’s up?” 

“I got the kitchen clean, do you need me to do anything else?” 

Luis laughed. “No, I mean you didn’t need to do that at all in the first place. It’s a nice evening, enjoy it.” He nodded outside at the view- while the horizon was obscured by buildings, the warm pastel sky was visible. 

Leon crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. “I do. It’s not like I pay rent.”

“You’ve been here all of three days,” Luis said, taking a drag from his cigarette. “And if you insist, there are other ways to pay.” His voice dropped low, and he gave Leon a sultry look. 

“Really?” Leon softly asked. “Like what?” He inched closer, not flinching at the cigarette smoke that hit him in the face. There was determination in his eyes.

Luis tried to nonchalantly shrug. “You could….run some errands for me,” he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and slowly exhaling the smoke out the window. “Or you could do me a more personal favor.” He put the cigarette back between his lips and raised his eyebrows. 

Leon tsked. “Stop fucking around, Luis.” And then he leaned in, close, with a clear intent to initiate a kiss. The only thing stopping him was the cigarette in between Luis' lips.

A chill ran down Luis’ spine. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tried to turn his head to exhale, but Leon’s hand was suddenly on his cheek, preventing him from doing so. 

So he exhaled, slowly, bathing Leon’s face in a cloud of smoke that dissipated around his features. Leon didn’t even flinch, instead slowly closing his eyes and opening them again, looking at Luis with a barely concealed intensity before finally kissing him. 

Luis threw his arm around Leon’s neck, shamelessly kissing back. He flicked the unfinished cigarette out the window, and sunk his hand into Leon's soft hair, reveling in how it felt in between his fingers. In return, Leon engulfed him with his arms, bringing him close to his chest.

They were not being slow, and they were not taking it easy, something they quickly paid for in pain; they were both far from healed yet. So they tried to be more careful, although the shallow kisses soon turned into deep ones, and the light touches turned into groping. Neither of them exchanged a word, but there was no need to- at this point, it was clear where things were heading. 

They stumbled into the bedroom, haphazardly undressing along the way. Luis found himself trying to kiss Leon every moment he could- the man's lips were somehow both soft and firm, and he could not wait to feel them across his body, if Leon were so kind to indulge. 

And indulge he did, placing kisses on Luis' neck, drawing out satisfied sighs, followed by moans when those very lips moved to his chest. They were now on the bed, in a state of near nudity; Leon was already in his underwear, while Luis still regrettably had his shirt and underwear on. He was desperately trying to wrestle it off as Leon left open mouthed kisses on his lower stomach. 

Leon's eagerness was enthralling, but Luis found it unfair- he wanted to do the same to him. Eventually he did, managing to encourage Leon to lie on his back while he licked and nipped at his wide, smooth chest, slowly making his way down to where Leon’s happy trail began. 

The first time was awkward, but pleasant. It had been a while for both of them, but they managed to sync with each other, enjoying their mutual, intimate company as the sun set in hues of pink, red, and purple. By their third time, it was already midnight.

Luis laid on his side, slightly panting from the exertion and the following orgasm it had brought. He was grateful for the night air coming from the open windows, cooling his overheated body. He imagined Leon was just as grateful; the beautiful man was lying on his back with his arm thrown over his face, panting furiously- during that last stretch he had done most of the legwork, and while his strength was enviable, Luis imagined it too had its limits. 

“We should probably go to sleep, huh prince?” Luis had been forced to abbreviate the nickname; ‘prince charming’ was a little long to call out while getting fucked. 

Leon’s lips turned up in a smile. “Yeah, probably.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, before Luis broke it by asking a question. “Leon, if you don’t mind me asking-” he propped himself up on his elbow, the bed slightly creaking under his weight. “-you’ve always been into men? Because myself…” he waved. “...a fairly recent development, well recent; I decided I was bisexual five years ago.”

Leon softly chuckled and turned towards him, the lone lamp they had turned on bathing his naked body in a warm light. Luis held his breath; this man was a picture of male beauty. He hoped he would never leave his bed. 

“I haven’t really thought about it. Didn’t really have the luxury to do so,” Leon replied.

“The luxury?” That was a confusing answer.

“You know,” Leon cleared his throat. “I had other things happening. And it seemed like trying to figure out my sexuality was on the bottom of the list and not a priority. Or having a relationship of any kind.”

Luis sighed. It was a sad thing to say, albeit not surprising. Leon was the kind of person who put others first and himself second- in apparently every regard. 

“Well I am glad you made your way into my bed. “Luis leaned in to kiss him, and the kiss was eagerly returned. “Let’s sleep then.”

“Yeah, night,” Leon said, getting up. “See you morning.”

“Uh, Leon? where the fuck are you going?” Luis said in a tone of mock anger. No doubt he was going to shower or something. 

“Well to my room.” He was now standing awkwardly at the food of the bed, a spare white sheet wrapped around his waist.

Oh Luis was now actually angry. ‘Why?! There’s plenty of room here-it’s not like this is a one-night stand you know!” At least, he didn’t want it to be. “You don’t have to bolt out as soon as we finish! Do you not like my company anymore?”

“No, no no.” Leon raised his hand in a reassuring manner and lightly shook his head. He sounded very sincere. “It’s just, I usually don’t stay.” He shrugged. “Even if it’s in the same apartment.”

Luis figured he’d get to the ‘why’ one day. Currently, he was too tired to ask, but like hell was he going to sleep without Leon next to him. So he sat up and reached for Leon’s sheet, pulling him back into bed. 

Leon stumbled forward, a beaming, toothy smile on his face as he lay back down. One of the biggest ones Luis had seen yet. 

“Here, turn around,” Luis said, coaxing Leon to lie on his side with his back to him. He then pressed himself against Leon, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “Let me just hug you like this for a little while, hm?” Luis nuzzled his face into the crook of Leon’s shoulder, sighing contentedly into the soft, still-slightly-damp skin. “Keep you from going away.” As to make a point, Luis squeezed Leon’s waist a little tighter. 

Leon made no effort to shake him off, instead placing his hand on Luis’ arm. “I will have to go though.”

“Hm?” Luis hummed into Leon’s shoulder.

“Hunnigan called. Nothing big, but I’ll have to go for a few days.” 

“Uh-huh. And you intended to sneak out in the morning, huh prince?”

It was silent for a while before Leon replied. “Not anymore.”

Luis was falling quickly asleep, but that didn’t stop him from placing a lazy, wet kiss to the back of Leon’s neck. “Come back as soon as you’re done. I’ve been lonely for too long. As have you.”

Leon didn’t say anything- sleep was already taking him. However, in the cozy darkness of the small bedroom, he took Luis’ hand in his, and squeezed it tightly before giving into slumber with a soft smile on his lips. 

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mmm can’t stop thinking about being a vampire and biting re2r leon,,, he’d be all squirmy and whiny about it, saying it hurts but the way his hands are grabbing onto your elbows tells you that he loves it.

pulling away and teasing him, telling him that you won’t do it anymore only for him to stick his bottom lip out in a pout and push himself towards you, craning his neck towards your mouth.

smiling as you lean back down and press your tongue against his neck. hearing the whimpers as you scrape your teeth across his pretty skin before biting down and leaving two puncture wounds. you led the blood dribble down his neck to his collarbone and then you lick it all back up with the tip of your tongue before wrapping your lips around the wound you made on his neck.

sucking a bruise on his neck as you drink up his blood, feeling his body twitch underneath you. he would sound so pretty trying to hide his moans before being unable to keep himself quiet. you would just smile again his skin because you love the way he sounds.

he’d get so hard just from you sucking his blood. he’d squirm at first, but the more you drink the more low energy he’d become. finally you’d pull back with a smile on your face and his blood on your lips. his cheeks would be bright red and his eyelids would be heavy, but his cock would be twitching in his pants.

“more…” he’d whine and reach out for you, wanting you to take all of him.

of course you’d oblige, because he’s such a good boy and he deserves anything he asks for :)

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ARTWORK

ft. leon x artist!reader

synopsis. you're an artist, and leon's your muse.

content. 1.5k words. fluff, smut. nude painting, leon's pov, needy leon, praise kink, masturbation, handjob.

note. this was j supposed to be fluff but i got ahead of myself.

masterlist. i love your guy's feedback :3

“Paint me like one of your French girls.”

You laugh at Leon’s statement. He’s perched on the small, green couch in your home art studio, wearing nothing but his pink, fluffy robe as you prepare your oil paints. 

“You’re my first French girl, Leon.”

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You had suggested painting him nude while you were both in bed, lazing around. You’re in each other’s hold, Leon’s arms around your waist and face on your chest when he asks about any new projects you had in mind. 

He loves hearing about what art piece you were doing or planned to do. It was how you expressed yourself, whether there was a deeper meaning or none at all. He found it beautiful. Every work you do it had a bit of your personality in it. He could tell your work from thousands by the intricate details they carry. 

When you told Leon you wanted to paint him, he wasn’t too surprised. You mentioned he was your favourite thing to draw or think of when you had art block. The admission had left him sputtering, his face red as he tried to get his words out.

On the third date, you showed him your sketchbook, pages littered with drawings and portraits of him. Some were quick sketches, while other’s looked like you took time to get every detail of him. 

You’re always on my mind, Leon. You had confessed. Was it a little creepy? At that moment, flipping through the drawings of him, the attention to detail they held, he’d say it was romantic.

People have always said he was pretty as a picture, yet you’re the only one that makes his heart beat faster and his tummy fill with butterflies when you say he’s the type of gorgeous you’d find in a painting. 

“A nude painting,” you specify. It was as if you told Leon he was the object of your affection for the first time again. His head buries into your chest, trying to hide his flushed face. You smile at his sudden bashfulness. 

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, baby.” You run your fingers through his soft hair. “I want to try something new, but it’s okay. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“‘S fine, angel. But can’t you use a picture?”

“Where’s the fun in that, pretty boy.”

He groans, muffled by your shirt, and you giggle. 

He loves to please you — in more ways than one — and nothing compares to the smile that graces your face, so he agrees. It’s not like Leon’s uncomfortable with you looking at him bare and vulnerable. There were other problems he was worried would interrupt your craftwork. 

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Leon leans back into the couch, doing just as you instructed. His bare back hits the soft cushioning, and it’s surprisingly comfortable. 

His robe is off, on the floor next to your easel. He rests his chin on his hand, supported on the arm of the couch.

He’s nervous. You said it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but this almost feels more intimate than being intertwined with you in bed.

Maybe it’s the gaze you hold when you’re analysing him, grasping the compositions and layering basic shapes onto the canvas. 

He can’t help but think of when you told him he’s your favourite canvas to mark up. Sucking the reddish marks into his skin which turn the prettiest shade of purple, as you like to put it. Or when you said the colour on his cheek was your favourite shade of pink.

You always did like to rile him up, muttering the filthiest things to him in the most mundane setting, just like right now. 

“Spread your legs wider, Leon.” You mumble in a casual tone as if you don’t know the implications of your own words. You’re so engrossed with getting your work right you probably don’t.

It’s so fucking sexy seeing you in your element. Your brows pinched together, and your face serious with concentration. 

He obediently listens to you, parting his legs wide, and the problem he wishes wouldn’t happen is currently hardening between his thighs. You don’t notice, mixing paints to ensure it's the correct shade. 

You’re probably 30 minutes into painting, and he’s already hard. You said you’d take a while to finish, and he could tap out whenever he wants to, but he doesn’t want to disappoint. 

Finally, you’re looking up from the canvas and towards Leon. Your brows quirked up in surprise when trying to examine his features, studying the curve of his nose and the sharpness of his jawline to imitate on the canvas. His face is pink, the shade you know and adore so much. 

Your eyes trail down his body, his dick fully erect, slapping against his stomach. Your gaze is on his face again with a smirk on your lips.

He knows, you know, he’s rock-hard simply from the glances you take at him and the words you mutter. His lashes flutter, and he moves his hand to cover his face while the other is shamefully obscuring his cock.

“Be a good boy, and don’t move, Leon. I want to make sure everything looks good.” You say, and he thinks you aren’t going to acknowledge his 7-inch problem.  

“Oh, and make sure your pretty dick is hard for me, okay, baby?” You go back to your painting, trying to hide your smug expression.  

His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows his nerves, but he relents, going into position, not before giving his cock a firm squeeze. 

“Don’t cum too, okay? I want to be the one making you cry.”

A few hours pass, and Leon is on the verge of tears. He listened to what you said, only providing himself with enough stimulation to keep his cock hard but not enough to tip him over the edge into bliss. 

Precum leaks from the head down to the shaft. His dick is red and spent. He wants nothing more than for you to stop painting and make him cum.

“I’m almost done. You’ve been such a good boy for me, baby.” 

Your words are almost enough to make him spill his cum over the expensive fabric of your eccentric couch. 

You’re adding the finishing touches to the painting with each stroke, making sure you get the placement of each mole or freckle correct and each vein of his cock following to the tip right. 

You swear he belongs in a museum. No art can replicate how beautiful he truly is.

“I’m done.” You sigh, moving to get up to rid your skin of paint. 

After rinsing yourself off the paint, you make your way to Leon. You get comfortable in a seat on the couch right next to him. He’s breathing heavily in anticipation, looking up at you through his long lashes. Pretty, pink lips parted as pretty gasps left him. 

You cup his face, pressing your lips to his. The kiss is soft as you move your lips slowly in unison. He breathes out your name when you pull away. One of your hands moves to his throat, softly squeezing. Leon whimpers, his hands moving to hold your waist.

“Good job, baby. You didn’t cum once. I know it hurts, but I'm going to make you feel better,” you whisper, softly kissing his flushed forehead. 

Your hand moves to his pulsing cock, and gives it a soft squeeze, relishing the whine Leon lets out. Your touch sends goosebumps along his skin, and he plants his head into the crook of your neck. 

His hips eagerly buck into your hold. He’s practically sobbing into your neck, his soft hair tickling the underside of your jaw. You rest your chin on top of his head, smelling the fragrance of his shampoo. 

You thumb the slit on the tip of his cock, using his precum as a lubricant to start moving your hand back and forth on his shaft. 

You start at a slow pace. You don’t want Leon cumming quickly, wanting to enjoy every cry and whimper. 

The soft shlick noise of you jerking Leon’s cock fills the room with his desperate cries. He pulls back away from the crook of your neck, tears flowing down his blushing face.

“Please, please, please, g– go faster, angel. I’ve been such a good boy for you. Let me cum, please.”  He pleads, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. His hips rutted frantically into your palm. How could you deny your boy?

“Okay, pretty baby. Cum for me.” You say softly, picking up the pace of jerking him off.

He whimpers loudly, thighs quivering lightly as his orgasm crashes and hot spurts of his cum spill onto your hand. He’s panting, dazed with lust and staring at you with what seems like hearts in his eyes. 

“T- thank you, thank you, s’much.” Leon gasps like a broken record, and you think he’s fucked himself dumb with your hand.

You peck his lips, effectively shutting him up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can show you my favourite artwork yet.”

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Duality

A/N: re4 Leon x fem!reader. This is just something I've had in my drafts for a while, wanted to finally put it out. I imagined RE4 Leon particularly for this one.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. NSFW. dom/sub elements, overstimulation mention, edging, degradation, praise, handcuffs usage.

WC: 1k+

Leon Kennedy is not someone you can just fuck once and forget. He may seem like a sarcastic cornball, but he’s a different person in the bedroom. He’s passionate and gives his all to make sure you are experiencing highs you’ve never felt before. In his head, he is his biggest competition and aims at being his partner’s best, ruining you for any other man or person that comes your way. To him, he will be the last one to touch you, taste you, fuck you, and he leaves his mark by controlling your pleasure according to his means. The S in his name stands for Slut, a slut for you, and there are no bounds to how he’d want to make you feel good.

He cares so much about his girl’s pleasure, praising you for tasting good, for smelling so sweet, for letting him eat your wet cunt after a shit day. He wouldn’t hesitate to tell you how good you are when he’s sucking your clit and finger fucking you until you cried, the number of times you clenched around his thick fingers after you came lost in the fogginess of your mind. Your head is always filled with just Leon, and your mouth only spews out happy cries of his name every time his digits curled in you or his hips met yours with a wet slap. He enjoys seeing you fall apart from the pleasure, leaning down to kiss you aggressively and swallow your moans. 

“You’re always so good for me baby. Pussy keeps clenching on me. You gonna come again for me sweetheart? C’mon doll, I know you have one more in you.”

The best part about Leon Kennedy is his duality. Just like he is on missions, he can adapt to any situation with the flip of a switch. Coincidentally, he’s the same in the bedroom, and depending on his mood, he can go from being nice and loving to mean very quickly.

Leon has the capacity of being a Hard Dom, still prioritizing your pleasure to a degree but favoring his own. He becomes selfish, obsessive almost, wanting to have you screaming out his name so everyone in the vicinity knows who was fucking you so well. He takes control of your body, manhandling you how he pleases with harsher touches than you're used to.

You were pushed against the wall with your wrists above your head, held together by one of his much larger hands while the other wrapped around your neck, squeezing on the sides of your throat. A hard muscular thigh is pressed between your legs, pushing against you as you shamelessly grind your hips on the denim of his jeans. Leon’s eyes darkened as he smirked, watching you squirm when his thigh flexed under you.

“Look at you, grinding on my thigh like a bitch in heat. Thought I’ve been fucking you enough, but you’re always so greedy, aren’t you?” He reveled in watching you pant and blush as your need for him surpassed logic. It feeds the part of him that knows he’s the best fuck you’ll ever have, that you want him so badly you can’t think straight. He moved the hand wrapped around your neck to pinch your cheeks and forced you to face him, face flushed and eyes hazy with desire. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you what you want, hm?”

That’s how you found yourself in this position now. Face down on the bed with your ass in the air, handcuffed wrists behind you as Leon thrusts his hips harshly against your body. He held onto your cuffed wrists for leverage, straightening his back and pulling on your hair at the root so your face could no longer dig into the pillow and hide those pretty sounds he wanted to hear. The whole night, he’d been teasing you to no end, barely touching you where you needed and edging you beyond belief. Every time you felt like you were about to finally get that sense of relief, Leon would slow down or pull out entirely, repeating this over and over again until you were a whimpering frustrated mess under him. His patience and stamina surpassed yours, something you envied, and you quickly headed toward your breaking point for the nth time that night.

“Leon…please, I can’t-can’t take anymore”, you whined out, eyes rolling to the back of your head every time the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. He ordered you earlier not to cum without his command, and no matter how hard you tried to listen, it seemed like he was doing everything in his power to make you break his rules on purpose. All Leon could do was groan when he felt you flutter around him with every pull of his hips.

“Pathetic. Pussy so needy you can’t even listen to me properly. Too cockdrunk to follow directions now?” Leon grunted, pistoning his hips harder when he felt the walls of your dripping pussy clench around him with an obscene squelch. He grinned, dragging one of his rough hands to wrap around your neck again, pushing you against him so your back was flush with his chest. His fingers tightened around your throat, mewling under him at the feeling of air-flow being cut off from your body. With his lips against your ear, he chuckled darkly.

“You’ll take what I fucking give you. Cum and I’ll leave you here until the next time I decide you deserve my touch. Understood?”

You were delirious, mind completely blank as you tried to hold in your climax as much as you could. Your voice was airy as his grip tightened more around your throat, answering him breathlessly, “Yes…”.

“Yes what?”, he pulled on your jaw so your eyes met, blue irises engulfed in a pool of darkness you could only describe as pure lust. He loved seeing you like this, breaking down right in front of him as your body grew more pliant against him. Pure euphoria was written all over your face, and that was how he liked having you, underneath him and becoming a mess. His beautiful mess.

“Yes sir”, you corrected yourself, seeing Leon smile through the haze of your need.

“Atta girl”, he was nice enough to kiss you on the cheek before thrusting his hips particularly hard. You arched up into him as you gripped the sheets, silently praying for mercy knowing Leon won’t stop until he left you broken.

God, he could be so mean. But that’s what you loved most about him.

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[gtgbabie0]

Hello!! I requested the First Kiss story and I cannot emphasize how much I absolutely loved it 😭♡ It was so soft and fluffy omg </3

Another idea I had was Leon catching you wearing one of his clothes for the first time and he thinks it fits you perfectly even tho it's oversized or something like that :00

Tysm and have a good day/night!! <33

Is that mine?

{Leon’s first time seeing you wearing his clothes}

SOBBING!! thank you for requesting again my love!! 💕💕

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Leon Kennedy doesn’t hate without reason, and a good reason at that, it’s safe to say that he hates working late, and he hates being away from you, but when he walks into the house to be met with you in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts, well, he can practically feel the hatred leave his body.

It might just be his new favourite sight, the way his shirt hangs on against your body, how the fabric drapes off your shoulder ever so slightly, he thinks he might just lose it completely.

“You’re finally home!” Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you pull him into you, his head resting against the crook of your neck.

It’s such a small thing, but the thought of you picking out one of his shirts and putting it on just makes something inside him tingle, and it renders him completely speechless.

“I cooked up some dinner, there’s leftovers in the fridge whenever you’re ready” You let him know with the sweetest tone he’s ever heard and surely you’ve got to know what you’re doing.

Your hands gently cup his face and your thumb graze against his cheek, and hum softly at the feeling of his slight stubble, and before you can skip off into the kitchen, his hands grab for your hips pulling you back into his arms.

“Is that mine?” A stupid question, he obviously knows it’s his, it’s so very clearly his.

You look up at him, “Oh, yeah I missed you today so I just...” You trail off your hands motioning to his shirt you’re wearing, and he can’t help the smirk that splays across his lips.

His hands grasp at your sides, dipping under the shirt as he pulls you impossibly closer, and his heart skips a beat at the idea of you missing him, rummaging through his draws for a shirt, his shirt.

You giggle as his hands run over your belly then to your back, gentle fingers grazing along your naked skin, as he leaves soft kisses against your jaw down to your neck.

“You should’ve called me sweetness, I would’ve left work early” he whispers into your neck, god he’d missed you so much.

Your fingers weave through his hair as he continues to pepper your soft skin with his warm kisses, “I can’t do that Leon, your work is important” you tell him feeling a little breathless at his loving actions.

“Not as important as you are angel” You go giddy at his words.

His eyes flicker over your body for the fifth time and there’s an odd sense of pride that settles in his chest, you’re wearing his shirt, and he just can’t seem to shake the feeling, and maybe that’s why his hands are still roaming your body.

“You look so fucking good in my clothes, you should wear them more often” he smiles as he nuzzles further into your neck, and you chuckle hearing his stomach grumble in protest, he was hungry.

You try to push away from him but it’s pointless as he just holds you tighter, “Come on, you need to eat baby” you giggle as you guide him to the kitchen with him practically glued to your side.

He stands behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder whilst you dish up his dinner, “Leon, what’s going on you with?” You chuckle as his lips trail down your neck lingering on the sensitive parts, and you squirm at the soft feeling.

“Nothings wrong, I just wanna be close” he mumbles against your skin, “I like it when you wear my clothes” he adds, just above a whisper.

You giggle as you awkwardly move to the table to set his plate down, “Yeah I gathered that baby” you smile as he sits down on a chair, and before you even have time to turn around to get him a drink his hands are already grasping at your hips.

“Come sit” he says patting his thigh with a hopeful look in his eyes, “We didn’t get to have dinner together” he looks up at you with a smile and you don’t miss the almost playful look that flashes through his eyes.

“I’m not sitting on your lap while you eat Leon” you chuckle feeling a little bad at the way his shoulders drop ever so slightly, “I’ll sit next to you, just let me get you a drink,” you tell him, brushing his fringe from his eyes and he nods with a grateful smile.

You get him a drink before taking a seat next to him and his hand immediately rests on your thigh as if out of instinct, “You already ate right?” He asks, and you nod with a smile watching as he eats, and you both sit there talking about your days, with his hand soothing against your thigh, and he doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night, you take a mental note to wear his shirts more often.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

‘So…are you and Leon like, a thing?’ Ashley asked from beside you.

‘No. Just business partners.’ You replied shortly.

‘Could’ve fooled me.’ Luis said from your other side as you, him, Ashley followed after Leon’s lead through the harsh rainfall.

You cursed yourself for not wearing weather appropriate clothes and cursed yourself even more so when you felt a tickle within your nose that came out as a harsh sneeze.

‘Achoo!’

Leon stilled in his footfalls as he looked at you, Ashley and Luis from over his shoulder, eyes scanning between the three of you as though determining which one of you three has sneezed but stopped the internal deductions when his grey/blue hues halted on you.

Wordlessly, Leon removed his jacket and walked over to you where he then placed it over your shoulders, his hands lingering a little longer on your arms afterwards. ‘What’re you doing?’ You asked. ‘You were cold,’ he stated rather mater of factly, ‘so until you feel better, keep the jacket on.’

With that being said, Leon then returned to leading the journey fourth as Ashley and Luis both looked at you with teasing smiles and raised brows. ‘Oh shut up, it’s just a jacket.’ You muttered, tugging the article of clothing closer to your being as you walked on ahead of them and after Leon.

[pollydrawing]

Once again, with more RE4 fanart.