Good Evening Leon Nation!!!! I Got A New Job But I May Be Writing Tonight!!! Any Ideas🫡🫡

oh you wanted T as in testosterone. i thought you meant T as in T-virus resident evil. well the good news is that you're still gonna transform at least

the fucking brainrot…i’m sorry (no i’m not)

Leom

Uhm hi here's Leon Kennedy without a serious and traumatic gaze

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Thinking about touch-averse Leon Kennedy gradually becoming comfortable with physical displays of affection.

Like after everything he endured in Raccoon City and Spain, I imagine he’d be quite… jumpy, to say the least: flinching when you touch him unexpectedly, stiffening when you wrap your arms around him from behind, sleeping on his side of the bed without ever crossing the invisible divide.

It’s not that he thinks you’ll hurt him. It’s not that he thinks he’s in danger. It’s not that he doesn’t love you — far from it, actually. He’s never before felt so close to anyone. He’s just… afraid.

What if he snaps?

What if he reacts a little to forcefully?

What if he hurts you?

You’ve said you’d be able to take it; he doesn’t want that. He wants to be normal. He wants to touch you, wants to hold you, wants to comfort and kiss and provide for you but he can’t. He’s all too aware of the physical and metaphorical scars littering his body and psyche.

He’s bruised. Battered. Damaged. Broken.

But to his surprise, you don’t run away. You don’t give up on him, even when he wakes up screaming, slick with sweat and fear and misery more often than not. You whisper soothing words in his ear. You place a cold towel on his forehead. You remind him that you love him.

You love him.

And as your relationship progresses, as you see the uglier, more brutal sides of his recovery, your love deepens. You show it in non-physical ways: cooking his favorite meals, buying him little gifts just because they reminded you of him, sending him sweet, affirming messages throughout the day. You respect his boundaries without question. His chest swells with affection; he feels undeserving. He wishes he could give you something in return.

So imagine Leon accidentally chokes you in his sleep. He’s inconsolable as he weeps and unleashes a relentless stream of apologies. They’re mangled, though, garbled by the asphyxiation of remorse. You’ve given him the world, and this is how he repays you? With violence and fear and sleepless nights? He’s worthless, he’s pitiful, he’s a sorry excuse for a partner. You deserve better. You deserve to leave.

But to his surprise, you stay.

And you comfort him.

And you tell him it’s alright; you’re not hurt. He didn’t hurt you. He’s okay. You’re okay.

And you turn on the lights and bring his hand to your throat.

See? Barely a bruise.

You love him all the same.

He swears it won’t happen again. You tell him that it might but it’s okay so long as he continues to work on himself. As long as he continues to go to therapy. He pales and cups your cheek. You nuzzle into his touch.

You’re healing, you tell him. It’s okay to heal. Healing is inherently imperfect.

There’s a shift in your relationship after that, a positive one. Leon adored the warmth of your cheek so he starts to ask if he can cradle your face. You giggle because it’s a little silly, but allow it all the same. Because his therapist instructed him to try and you’ve so longed to feel his touch again.

And then weeks later he asks if he can hold your hand. You try not to show too much enthusiasm — you don’t want to scare him away, after all — so you just nod in agreement. Your heart feels like it’s going to explode when he interlocks his fingers with yours. When you feel the gentle scrape of his calloused hands along your palms.

He asks to hug you four months later. He holds it for only five seconds at first. Then ten. Then twenty. And soon enough, you have to pry Leon off your body. You have chores to do, laundry to fold. But he won’t let go. And he’s so sweet and he’s come so far, so you allow it.

And as time passes, he stops flinching when you touch him unexpectedly. He stops stiffening when you wrap your arms around him from behind. His arms and legs are wound tightly around yours when you awake every morning. You move through life with a wall of muscle strapped to your body at all times.

As time passes, he heals.

RE4 OG is 20 years old, so have an old doodle

don't know what this is, I'm just Leon and Ada brain rot, enjoy

afab reader, she/her pronouns.

cw: none really??? age gap??? I mean, reader is 29, she works with Terra Seva but it's not mentioned, that's why she knows Leon's and Ada's field of work, that's it,,, I think.

author's note: so, I had this dream, and then kept day dreaming it, so yeah. also, RE8 Ada in mind and DI Leon, kisses. English is not my first language srry

inspired and dedicated to: @postersofleon and their wonderful and angsty af piece of Leon and Ada in RE6

and also to @1eonsk who said that wanted Leon x Ada x reader

Three is my favorite number.

It was late, Leon's chest rested against your back, his soft breath against your neck as he left kisses on it.

"You're being so clingy right now" You giggled as Leon squeezed you and continued kissing your neck and shoulder. "Can you blame me? You're so soft and smell so sweet." His kisses continued as his hands roamed across your body.

He hugged you tightly. "I needed this. After that mission in Alcatraz, I'm so ready to retire." He mumbled, his face sinking on the crook of your neck, taking every corner of the piece of heaven you were.

"Speaking of mission..." As you sat slowly Leon sigh. "She's fine, she always lands on her feet." He said, leaning with an elbow and resting his hand on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.

But even though Leon was great at giving you comfort, the anxious thought stayed on the back of your head, crawling behind your back and making you feel that familiar twist in your stomach.

That reaction became a normal thing dating an agent from the government and a mercenary. "Don't think so loudly, Ada is going to be okay." You snapped your head, finally stopping from being so deep inside your head, sighing. "I know it's just..." He sat next to you now, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

"I know..." Leon continued to kiss your wrist, forearm and the palm of your hand. "You're too good for us... Worrying too much..." A light chuckled left your lips as you caressed his cheek, before you could say anything, the bedroom door opened. "And speak of the devil..." Leon said under his breath.

"Ada..." You quickly stud up and went to embrace her. The woman smiled at you softly, hugging you back, kissing you. "Well hello, beautiful... I like these greetings." She kissed you again, her hands moving to your hips. Ada missed this, missed being home. "And no kiss for me?" Leon asked sarcastically, Ada rolled her eyes. "God, give me a minute."

After the respective hello's and welcome, the three of you finally settled on the bed. Ada hugging you from behind, caressing your arm and looking at you like the precious gift you were in her life. You're head rested on Leon's chest as he looked at Ada.

"You had her worry sick, you should have called." He whispered, not wanting to wake you up. Ada sigh. "I know, but I couldn't, I just hoped she knew I was okay..." Leon chuckled. "She knew, but I had to reassure her a bit, that's all..."

Ada moved her hand and caressed Leon's cheek, he closed his eyes for a second. "I was also worried." He confessed. The woman in red hum. "I'm sorry, to both of you." He smiled a bit. "It's okay, we know..." Leon took her hand on his and kissed it softly.

You moved between them, now your head in Ada's chest and your back pressed to Leon. "You two are talking too much." You mumbled half asleep. Ada smiled a bit, kissing your forehead. "Sorry, sweetheart."

Leon did the same kissing your shoulder. "Yeah, sorry, baby." They looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

Life was good, they had you and they had each other, there wasn't anything else they could ask for as long as the three of you could always sleep together.

he found two random lost puppies and doesn’t want to let go. ashley finds them cute too 🌱

good morning leon enjoyers i will be writing more today‼️ do we have requests???