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Home | Leon S. Kennedy x gn!Reader

☾ summary ➼ Leon just came back from a mission and you missed him.

☾ content/warnings ➼ fluff, canon world, mentions of bruises and cuts, suggestive (MDNI)

☾ wc ➼ 750ish

The sound of muffled thumping coming from Leon's office wakes you up from the sofa where you had fallen asleep on. Instead of the movie you had playing in the background, the TV was off. Now, soft acoustic instrumentals sing through the record player in the corner.

Your eyes pop open as you're suddenly pulled out of your sleepy stupor and sit up quickly. Your neck turns to see the office door ajar, a faint yellow light glowing through the crack.

The blanket you were wrapped in falls to the floor as you stand. With new vigor, you start stepping towards the hopeful light. When you push it open gently, your heart skips a beat.

There he was, Leon currently organizing miscellaneous papers with a wary look on his face. A few day old scratches and bruises mar his pretty face but he was there, and he was whole. At the movement of the door, he looks up. Those blue eyes of his light up at the sight of you.

“Hey there, sweetheart. I didn't want to wake you.” Leon says with a lopsided grin.

You don't say anything. Instead, your face pulls into a large smile as you make your way over to where he sat behind his desk. He knows you well enough to pull away enough so that you can crawl into his lap, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and his arm around your waist. You nuzzle into his neck and sigh in relief.

Leon must have just gotten home because he still smelled of blood and sweat and his combat uniform still covered his body. Even the holsters were still in place, though now devoid of weaponry which is no doubt locked up safely in the hidden compartments of his office.

“Miss me?” Leon chuckles, the low rumble of his voice vibrating against your body. He starts to slowly rub circles on your back in a soothing manner. You nod slowly, wrapping your arms around his neck tighter. As you hold on to him, you can feel him start to organize his mission reports.

Leon had been away for about a few days, which isn't long compared to his other missions, but the importance of the mission had you biting your nails down to the quick and wishing he was home instead. It's not every day when the assignment consists of rescuing the president's daughter in rural Spain.

“How did it go?” You eventually get out after a few minutes. Your soft voice comes muffled against his warm skin.

“The usual. Got my ass handed to me a few times, but I survived.” Leon jokes, pressing his cheek against your hair.

You pull away a little to be able to see his face better. You inspect every part of it from the side profile, and even more when he looks down at your sleepy face. The bruises were starting to turn yellow and the cuts were scabbed, not as angry red as you imagine they were at the beginning. The little freckles that dot his face, his captivating blue eyes that narrow in focus.

“Thank you for coming back to me.” You whisper softly, raising your hand to touch Leon's cheek. You pull him down until your lips press against his. He smiles into it and puts down the file he was holding so that he can hold on to you instead. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him as his kiss lingers.

Leon pushes himself away from the desk and stands up, carrying you bridal style effortlessly. As he does, he starts peppering your face with kisses, eliciting quiet giggles from you.

“I missed that sound. I wouldn't leave that for anything in the world.” Leon mumbles in between each kiss. He starts down the hallway where your shared bedroom lies. You can't help but squirm as your laughs get louder. He heads straight to the bathroom. “Wanna know what other noises I missed?” Leon looks down at you with a smirk.

“Leon!” You playfully slap his chest. “You just got home, get cleaned up first.” You chastise, but you can't help the bright smile.

“Oh, I intend to. And you're coming with, baby girl.” Leon suddenly shifts you so that you're thrown over his shoulder, then he slaps your ass playfully. The bathroom door closes in front of you as Leon kicks it closed.

#this is my first writing for leon #you can tell what my new hyperfixation is when i start writing fanfiction to ease my craving of this man #i will be writing more by the way #leon kennedy #and also i'm still working on porting my other writing as well as the last few requests in my chaotic-on-main inbox #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon posting #leon kennedy fluff #suggestive

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spicerackofblorbos · 1 month

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Amethyst | Leon Kennedy x bartender!fem!reader

☾ summary ➼ Your favorite customer finally returns after a mission. Your car broke down on the way into work, so he drives you home in the dead of night (morning?).

☾ content/warnings ➼ fluff, canon world, alcohol, alcohol consumption, cigarettes/smoking, fem!Reader

☾ wc ➼ 3.4k

Being late for work was par for the course for you. Your car breaking down just fifteen minutes from your destination was purely coincidence. But the cold, bone-chilling rain that drenched you from head to toe was entirely your shitty luck.

The time read half an hour past your scheduled shift by the time you burst through the door that led from the back alley into the fluorescent lit employee office of the bar you worked at. Muffled laughter and music weaves from under the heavy bar door into the office. With a frustrated sigh, you shake the water from your hair. As you’re in the middle of pulling off your soaked through sweater, your name is called from behind.

“Where the fuck have you been?” The voice belongs to your manager, someone who has not missed a cigarette a day in her life. Before turning around, you roll your eyes then force a smile to hide your annoyance.

“I tried calling to warn you, but no one answered.” You retort, straightening out the moist tank top that ruffled up from taking off the extra layer. You glance over your shoulder at your unamused manager once settled.

“I was busy manning the bar that you should be behind right now.” She says back as she plops down into her desk chair with a huff. The sound of a metal scratching reverberates off the walls as they light a cigarette, the white paper tucked tightly between pinched lips. After taking a long drag, her eyes meet yours before demanding, “Get out there before I fire your ass.”

“You know you can’t, this place would fall apart without me.” You say sarcastically as you tie your apron around your waist. On your way out, you pass the mirror that you had propped up against a shelf so long ago. Tired eyes stare back at you, your hair practically dripping water down to your shoulders and chest. With a soft sigh, you push the heavy metal door and enter the busy bar.

As with most busy shifts, time flew by quickly. Your mind went into autopilot as you poured drinks, took food orders, and made small talk. The heated stares and flirty comments unfazed you because you knew they would lead to big tips. You aren't a stranger to using your body and kind smile for extra cash, being in this job for as long as you have.

About an hour before closing, the front door swings open followed by a pair of heavy boot steps and the door shutting closed. With your back turned, you’re in the middle of drying off some glasses to be set back on the rack. The bar has slowed to a crawl at this point with only a few patrons in the back talking quietly. The sound of a barstool sliding on the hardwood floor makes your ears twitch slightly.

“I’ll be with you in a moment.” You say over your shoulder, picking up another glass to dry.

“Is that how you greet your favorite customer?” Someone says. The gruff voice makes you pause, a wide smile slowly forming on your face.

“Well, I’ll be. I figured you skipped town considering how long it’s been, Kennedy.” You tease before turning around.

Leon Kennedy sits on the stool directly in front of you, dirty blond hair swept back from fingers and held there by rain. His icy blue eyes look up at you in amusement, the smile underneath them reflecting the same. A few day-old scratches mar his pretty skin.

“And what, leave the only bar that carries my drink of choice?” He crosses his arms over his broad chest and leans back into the chair with a smirk.

“You can get that shit anywhere, don’t even.” You laugh as you reach below the bar to grab a small glass. In no time, a few ice cubes mixed with a dark, amber liquid is placed in front of him.

“So. Where’d you go this time?” You lean an elbow on the hardwood, propping your chin up to watch Leon. He takes the glass with nimble fingers and pulls it to his lips, opting to take a tentative sip before speaking.

“Spain.” His lips pursed before taking another sip.

“Bring me anything good?”

His eyes glance at you over the rim of his glass. There’s a sparkle in them that you know all too well.

Leon, being a long-time patron of yours, meant getting to know him well. You knew everything from what he does in his spare time to what he had for dinner the night before. All except for his line of work.

He was an expert at dodging questions that related to it, so you learned to stop asking about it. All you knew was that he traveled and would sometimes come back looking like he got the shit beaten out of him.

“Unfortunately, the plane crashed on the way here. Lost everything.” He shrugs, his lips twitching at the corners. “I was the only survivor.”

“Shame, would’ve been cooler had you lost a limb at least.”

“Ouch.”

You place a hand out expectantly, staring at him. About 9 months into being a regular, he started bringing you little gifts he saw during his travels. There’s even a shelf in your apartment dedicated to the weird and niche trinkets he gave you. In return, you gave him company and a few drinks on the house.

Leon rolls his eyes before setting his glass down and shifting so he can reach into his back pocket. Without effort, he pulls out something small and places it into your outreached hand.

At first glance, you notice the sparkle that reflects off the smooth surface. The dim lighting from the bar doesn’t offer much, but it was enough. You pinch the item, slightly bigger than a thimble, between your thumb and forefinger before putting it up towards the light and closer to your face to get a better look.

It’s a purple stone of some sort, imperfected by scratches and pock marks. No, not just any stone. It’s a gem. And it’s gorgeous.

“Leon, where did you go to find this?” You whisper with wonder. Your fingers twist the gem so that the light reflects off the surfaces radiantly.

“Found it in a small village.” Leon replies nonchalantly as he picks up his glass and takes another sip.

You tuck the gemstone in your palm and close your hand tightly, feeling the edges of it dig into your skin.

“This is wonderful, thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah. I knew you’d kick me if I didn’t bring you something back.”

Little did you know that every mission Leon goes on, he always has you on his mind. Even with the hell he goes through, he is always on high alert for something you might like. So far, he hasn’t failed.

“Damn right, I would have. That’s why you’re my favorite customer.” You laugh as you carefully slip it into your coin purse for safe keeping.

The last few patrons wave at you as they head out into the night, their jackets pulled over their heads to hide from the torrential downpour. As the front door shuts behind them, you hear the angry roar of the wind and rain as it slams down.

At this point, your manager had left you to close up for the night, so it's just you and Leon. The whole place is quiet now, bar for the classic rock playing on the speakers above.

“Are you planning on staying for another round or…?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at your blonde-haired patron.

“If you don't plan on kicking me out, sure. Can I buy you a drink?” Leon smirks again before tipping back the rest of his drink. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

“If you're actually paying, sure.” You roll your eyes with a smile. You set your towel you were using to dry glasses onto the countertop then make your way to the front door.

Like every night, you lock the door, pull down the door blinds, and unplug the open sign. It's so dark outside that you can see your reflection clear as day. Without thinking, you find yourself grooming your hair out and straightening up your clothes.

“You were gone for a while. Any idea when you're heading back out?” You ask as you make your way back behind the bar. You busy your hands with two drinks this time, one for him and one for you.

“Hopefully not for a while. The last business trip was a… big one for lack of a better word. My superiors told me they needed time to get things in order, but I think it's just their way of telling me to take a vacation.” Leon grumbles, mindlessly playing with his cocktail straw. Despite the size of his hands, his fingers move with careful intent.

You can't help the way your heart jumps in excitement to hear he'd be staying longer than a few days this time. One time, he was gone for a few months and you thought he moved away. You didn’t expect him to come just to say goodbye to you, but you were disappointed nonetheless.

“Well, that's good. You could use a vacation. You're practically growing gray hairs already.” You tease. The drinks you made for the two of you are ones you've made plenty of times, so it takes you no time to finish up. You slide Leon his glass before taking your own and sipping on it. The alcohol burns down your throat and warms your insides.

“You would like that, wouldn't you? By the way, where's your car? I didn't think you were in tonight when I saw it missing from the parking lot.”

“Were you looking for me specifically? I'm flattered, Leon.” A small laugh escapes you before settling back down, wincing at the memory of seeing your old beaten car stranded on the side of the road. “She died on me on the way here. I had to walk in the rain for this shift.” It was your turn to fiddle with your cocktail straw.

You were so busy talking up strangers all night to even think about how you'd get home. By this hour, you don't expect any of the cab companies to be open.

As if reading your mind, Leon raises an eyebrow and asks, “How do you plan on getting home?” His voice has dropped its teasing tone, now full of concern.

“Eh, I'll figure it out. It's nothing you need to worry yourself over.” You swat your hand in the air in a dismissive manner, smiling at his thoughtfulness.

“It's almost 3 A.M.” He states, as if that would change anything.

“I know! I'm sure if I call my manager or someone…” You trail off, thinking.

“I’ll take you home.”

There's a pause as your eyes glance over to him to see if he's joking. His face is emotionless from what you could tell, and his voice did sound genuine.

“I couldn't do that to you. It's really out of the city, and besides you've had 3 drinks.” You point at the empty glasses off to the side, now filled with light amber liquid from the ice melting into the remnants of alcohol.

“Nonsense. This is just a quarter of the amount needed to get me even buzzed. I'm fine.” His eyes meet your skeptical ones. “But, if it makes you feel better, we can hang out here for an hour or so and then I'll take you home. Who would I be if I left you with some weird stranger or walking home in this weather?” Leon leans back in his chair, the old wood underneath him groaning at the shift in weight.

You stand with your arms crossed, pursing your lips in thought. You really did not want to inconvenience him this way, and making him wait even longer seemed like too much to ask for.

Your eyes scan his face for any regret for what he said, but you don't find any. Instead, you find worry etched into his forehead creases and downturned eyes.

“Fine. But I'm giving you money for gas.” You say, pointing at him.

“Deal.”

As promised, Leon stayed with you for an hour. About half an hour in, you realized he really was okay to drive, but he insisted on staying just in case.

You both spent that time chatting, more from your side than him. He had asked what you've been up to while he was gone and at one point probed to see if you had started dating anyone, to which you scoffed at. Even if there was someone interested in you, they would never hold a candle to Leon. You didn't know that he’s held the same thought for a while now.

On your way out of the office after changing back into your now damp sweater and gathering the bar keys, you catch yourself in the mirror again. Compared to hours before when you were disheveled and wet, you're now content – no doubt because of the company you've had for the past few hours. With a soft sigh, you flip off the lights and close the door shut behind you. Leon stands at the front with his hands in his pockets, waiting for you.

“Got everything?” He asks.

“I think so. I made out like a bandit tonight with tips.” You joke as you brush past him to the front door, unlocking it so you can both leave.

“What, really? You mean, other people like you?”

“Oh ha ha, very funny. I’m a very likeable person.”

Leon follows you out and waits for you to close up behind yourself. Everything locks with a click. When you turn around, you're faced with a mostly barren parking lot being completely wrecked with rain. It seems the heavy clouds haven't let up yet. Leon's little classic car sits at the edge of the lot closest to the road.

“Wait here, I'll swing by to get you.” Leon says as digs for his car keys.

“It’s just rain, I will live.” You roll your eyes, meeting his gaze. The hazy streetlight casts a soft glow against his face as he gives you a lopsided grin.

“Absolutely not. Stay.” He orders before ducking and running straight for his car.

You don't know why, but you find yourself obeying and planting your feet into the concrete. Under the small awning, you're safe from the rain, but not the cold. A cold wind blows through, sending shivers throughout your whole body as you wait. Leon's headlights flicker on and before you know it, he's pulling up, the passenger side door facing you.

You tighten your jacket around your shoulders and make quick work of getting into the car, throwing open the door and sliding into the leather seat before shutting it quickly. The rain patters on the roof, muffled from the metal barrier. Despite the old look of Leon's car, the interior is quite nice and clean.

“Is this one of your projects?” You ask in wonder, trailing your fingers along the dashboard. Your eyes cut to Leon's face and instantly your face gets warm.

His swept hair now darkened from the rain hangs in his face, water dripping onto his soaked clothes. He’s dismissed his leather jacket, now only wearing a black shirt that sat flush against his skin due to the wet material. Even in the dim lighting of the center console, you can see his well-toned muscles in his chest and stomach. And his arms, oh man.

You force your eyes away once you realize how long you must have been staring. Leon looks away as well and you can't see, but his face flushes as well. He’s quick to put the gear in drive and start for the main road.

“It is, yeah. I've spent the most time on this one. What do you think?” he asks.

“I'm not a car person, but it's nice. It's very… you.” You say softly, looking out the passenger window. You don't elaborate further as you're not entirely sure what you mean by that, it just sounded right.

Leon huffs in amusement, smiling to himself. He reaches over to the volume dial of his radio and turns it up, allowing the sound of classic rock to fill the comfortable space. As the drive goes, you give Leon step by step directions to your house.

“I didn’t realize you lived so far away.” Leon says after a bit, slowing down at a stop sign. It had been almost an hour since the car left your place of employment. He waits a few seconds before pulling forward, no traffic in sight at such a late hour.

“Yeah, it’s quite a drive. My car was on its last leg when I got it off the lot, so it makes sense to have died on me. I just wish it waited for a sunny day or something.” You grumble into your palm which you had pressed up against your face, propping you up as you watched the streetlights flash by.

The nice suburban homes slowly transitioned into older family style homes. Many houses were dark, their lawns peppered with decorative trinkets or kids’ toys left behind to be played with on another day.

“Ah, the one on the right just after this intersection.” You sit up and point to the one you’re talking about. Leon effortlessly pulls into the one car driveway, the headlights reflecting bright off the light blue paneling.

“Cute home.” Leon says, leaning back in his seat. He flexes his fingers as if they were sore. It makes you wonder again what he does for work.

“Thanks. It was uh, my grandmother’s. Before she passed.” You say softly, unbuckling your seatbelt. You meet Leon’s blue gaze once again and smile at him appreciatively. “Thanks for taking me home.”

Finally, it seems the worst of the rain had passed. A light drizzle now takes its place, much softer and less angry. You pop open the heavy door and start to slide out before stopping yourself.

“Hey, uh. I mean, I know we’re not strangers or anything, but I understand it’ll be weird to ask since we’ve only talked at the bar… but would you like to come in maybe? I’d hate for you to drive back home on so little rest.” You don’t look at him as you say these words, feeling the heat flush into your face.

It was forward to even suggest such a thing, but you truly felt bad for dragging his night out longer than planned. And you would feel even worse if he got into a car accident because of his exhaustion.

“Oh, uh. I mean, I don’t want to put you out or an-“ he starts but you cut him off abruptly, finally able to sneak a glance. His eyes are wide, but more in surprise and less of disgust, which is what you were expecting to find.

“No!” You clear your throat before continuing, “No, it’s not a problem. It’s the least I can do since you drove all this way. It’s almost five in the morning, and I have a couch.” You say quickly.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. U-unless you don’t want to or can’t or whatever.” You say, suddenly shy and appalled at your audacious suggestion. The thought that he might have had a partner hadn’t crossed your mind until now, and your heart hurts at it.

“It’s really kind of you, and I think I will take you up on that. I’m more exhausted than I thought.” He groans as he stretches a little in his seat, but suddenly stops as he whips his head in your direction. “Not saying I regret spending my time with you, of course. It’s been nice to catch up. I just-“

“It’s okay, Kennedy, I know it’s because of work. Did you just get back into town or something?”

“Yeah, came straight to the bar as soon as the plane landed.”

“Damn, you must have really missed those drinks.” You laugh softly. The leather seat squeaks as you push yourself out of the car finally, facing the cool mist that hits your face. You take a moment to stretch, your body creaking from the long drive, before shutting the passenger door with a gentle slam.

Leon chuckles to himself softly before shutting off the ignition and unbuckling himself.

“Yeah, the drinks.” He whispers.

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