๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ | leon s. kennedy
โพrequested by: @stickyninjacreator โพsummary: after five years together, leon proposes and you say yes - only for the happiest moment of your lives to be interrupted when heโs sent to spain to rescue the presidentโs daughter. between las plagas and the unexpected return of ada wong, leon fights to stay human for the woman waiting at home. when he finally returns, the two of you find your way back to each otherโฆ and to the wedding that was always meant to be. โพpairing: fem! reader x re4 remake! leon s. kennedy (fiancรฉ!leon x fiancรฉe!reader) โพword count: 3.1k โพwarnings: sfw, light angst, mission-related peril, emotional reunion, fluff, marriage fluff
You had known Leon Scott Kennedy for five years, two months, and eleven days when he dropped to one knee in the middle of your living room.
It was a quiet Tuesday evening in late spring, rain tapped against the windows of the modest apartment you shared just outside D.C. The scent of the pasta youโd made still lingered in the air. Leon had come home later than usual, coat damp, hair a little mussed from the wind. Heโd set his keys down with unusual care, then turned to you with that soft, almost shy half-smile that still made your stomach flip after all this time.
โHey,โ he said, voice low. โCome here a second.โ
You wiped your hands on a dish towel and crossed the room very confused. He took both of your hands in his, thumbs brushing over your knuckles the way he always did when he was about to say something important. Then he sank down onto one knee, right there on the hardwood floor, and pulled a small velvet box from his jacket pocket.
Your breath caught.
โIโve been carrying this around for three weeks,โ he admitted, a quiet laugh escaping him. โKept waiting for the perfect moment like a sunset on a beach or a fancy dinner. Something worthy of you.โ His blue eyes lifted to yours, steady and earnest. โThen I realizedโฆ every night I get to come home to you is already perfect. So Iโm not waiting anymore.โ
He opened the box. A simple platinum band with a single diamond that caught the lamplight.
โWill you marry me?โ
You didnโt even let him finish the last syllable before you were nodding, laughing, crying, pulling him up so you could kiss him. He stood and wrapped you in his arms, lifting you off the floor for a moment the way he always did when he was happy. The ring slid onto your finger like it had been waiting there all along.
That night the two of you stayed up talking about the future until the rain stopped and the sky outside turned the soft gray of early morning. A small wedding. Somewhere quiet. Maybe the lake house his old Raccoon City friend had offered. Just the two of you and the people who mattered.
You fell asleep with your head on his chest and the new ring cool against your skin, certain that the hardest parts of life were already behind you.
Three weeks later, the call came.
Leon was standing in the kitchen making coffee when his secure phone buzzed. You watched the easy set of his shoulders change the moment he answered. The soft โYeah?โ turned into clipped โUnderstood.โ and โIโll be ready.โ When he hung up, he didnโt turn around right away. He just braced both hands on the counter and exhaled like someone had punched the air out of him.
โThey found her,โ he said finally. โAshley Graham. The Presidentโs daughter. Sheโs been missing forโฆ longer than they admitted. Intel points to somewhere in rural Spain. Cult activity. Possible biohazard.โ
You already knew what was coming. Youโd been with him long enough.
โTheyโre sending me.โ
You set your own mug down carefully. โWhen?โ
โTonight.โ He turned then, and the look on his face nearly undid you. โI leave in six hours.โ
The next few hours blurred. You helped him pack the black tactical bag that lived in the back of the closet. You checked the straps on his holster even though he didnโt need you to. You stood in the doorway of the bathroom and watched him shave with the same focused expression he wore before every high-risk assignment. When he finally came out in the dark jacket and gloves, you reached up and straightened his collar just to have something to do with your hands.
โHey.โ He caught your wrists gently and brought them to his chest. โIโll be careful.โ
โYou always say that.โ
โAnd I always mean it.โ His forehead rested against yours. โThis one feelsโฆ different. But Iโm coming home to you. Weโre getting married, remember? Iโm not missing that.โ
You managed a shaky smile. โYou better not. I already picked out the flowers.โ
He kissed you like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. โFive years wasnโt enough. I want fifty. A hundred if we can swing it. Wait for me.โ
โAlways.โ
You stood on the apartment steps and watched the black government SUV pull away until its taillights disappeared around the corner. The engagement ring felt heavier than usual on your finger.
Spain was worse than the briefings had suggested.
Leon moved through the mist-choked village with the practiced efficiency of a man who had survived Raccoon City and everything that came after. Ganados. Chainsaws. A village chief who laughed while the world burned. He pushed forward because that was the job, to find Ashley Graham and bring her home.
But every quiet moment between gunshots, his mind drifted back to you.
The way youโd clung to him at the door. The soft press of the ring against his chest when heโd held your hand over his heart. The half-finished conversation about whether the wedding should be in October or spring. He kept a small photo of the two of you tucked inside his vest, behind the plates. Sometimes, when the radio went silent and the only sound was distant chanting, he would touch the spot over his heart and whisper your name like a talisman.
Then the plaga took root.
The injection happened way too fast, a burning that spread under the skin like liquid fire. He staggered, vision swimming, and for one terrifying second he saw your face instead of the crumbling church walls. He fought the parasite with everything he had, teeth gritted, refusing to let it take him. Not when you were waiting. Not when there was a ring on your finger that meant forever.
Ashley became his responsibility and his anchor. She was young, scared, and far too trusting, but she listened when he told her to stay close. Protecting her gave him purpose when the black veins under his skin pulsed and the voice of the cult tried to crawl into his thoughts.
And then Ada appeared.
She stepped out of the shadows the way she always did: elegant, dangerous, impossible to read. The same Ada who had vanished from his life after Raccoon City with more questions than answers. Seeing her again after years of silence felt like a ghost walking through the door of the life he had built with you.
โStill playing the hero, Leon?โ she asked, voice smooth as ever.
He didnโt lower his gun. โIโm engaged.โ
Something flickered across her face surprise, maybe, or something closer to regret before the familiar mask slid back into place. โCongratulations. Sheโs a lucky woman.โ
โIโm the lucky one.โ
Adaโs smile was small and private. โThen youโd better stay alive long enough to get back to her.โ
They crossed paths several times after that. She helped when it suited her. She vanished when it didnโt. Leon never let himself wonder what might have been. Every time the plaga burned hotter and the line between control and surrender thinned, he pictured your face the night he proposed. The way youโd said yes without hesitation. The future the two of you had already started building.
He would not become a monster. He would not leave you alone with an empty apartment and a ring that no longer had a partner.
When the final confrontation came Leon was running on pure will and the memory of your voice. Ashley was safe, the plagas were purged, Ada had once again disappeared into the night with whatever prize sheโd come for. Leon sat in the back of the extraction chopper with blood on his clothes and the taste of metal in his mouth, staring at the dark water below, and thought only of home.
You hadnโt slept properly in weeks.
The official updates were sparse. โAgent Kennedy is alive.โ โThe package has been secured.โ โExtraction successful.โ Nothing more. You kept the television on mute so you wouldnโt have to hear the news cycle spinning theories. You wore his old academy hoodie around the apartment and slept on his side of the bed because it still smelled faintly like him.
The night the black SUV finally pulled up outside the building, you were already at the window.
You didnโt wait for him to reach the door. You flew down the stairs barefoot and met him on the sidewalk under the yellow glow of the streetlight. He looked exhausted and thinner, a new scar along his jaw, the haunted set to his eyes that always came after the worst missions. But when he saw you, the tension in his shoulders melted.
โSweetheart...โ
You crashed into him hard enough that he had to take a step back to keep his balance. His arms closed around you immediately, fierce and careful at the same time. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and breathed him in, still Leon.
โIโm home,โ he whispered against your hair. โIโm home.โ
You pulled back just enough to cup his face. Your thumbs traced the new scar, the shadows under his eyes, the stubble he hadnโt had time to shave. โYou look like hell.โ
A tired laugh rumbled in his chest. โMissed you too.โ
Inside the apartment he let you undress the tactical gear piece by piece. You catalogued every bruise, every cut, the faint residual marks where the plaga had tried to claim him. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed while you cleaned and bandaged what needed it, answering your soft questions with short truths.
โIt got bad,โ he admitted. โWorse than I told them in the debrief. There was a momentโฆ I almost lost myself. But I kept thinking about you. About this.โ He lifted your left hand and pressed a kiss to the engagement ring. โAbout coming back so we could finish what we started.โ
You climbed into his lap and rested your forehead against his. โYouโre here. Thatโs all that matters.โ
He kissed you then deep, like a man who had spent weeks starving for the taste of home. When you finally pulled him down onto the mattress, it wasnโt frantic. It was reverent. Hands mapping familiar territory. Soft reassurances whispered between kisses. The quiet, overwhelming relief of two people who had almost lost everything and somehow found their way back.
Later, with your head on his chest and his fingers tracing idle patterns along your spine, Leon spoke into the dark.
โI saw Ada.โ
You didnโt tense. Youโd always known there was unfinished history there. โAnd?โ
โAnd I told her I was engaged. That I was coming home to you.โ His voice was steady. โWhatever we wereโฆ itโs over. It has been for a long time. Youโre everything to me. You have been since the day I realized I couldnโt imagine a future that didnโt have you in it.โ
You pressed a kiss over his heart. โGood. Because Iโm not sharing.โ
He laughed softly and held you tighter. โWouldnโt dream of it.โ
They gave him two months of mandatory leave and a quiet commendation that would never make the papers. You used the time to plan the wedding neither of you wanted to delay any longer.
It was small, just like youโd both wanted. A lakeside cabin in early autumn, leaves turning gold and red around a wooden arch draped in white flowers. A handful of people who mattered, a few trusted agents who had become family over the years, Ashley Graham herself, who had insisted on coming and cried happy tears the entire ceremony.
You walked toward Leon in a simple ivory dress that moved with the breeze. He stood waiting in a dark suit, no tactical gear in sight, eyes already glassy. When you reached him he took both of your hands and squeezed like he was grounding himself.
The officiant kept it short. Youโd written your own vows.
Leon went first, voice low but clear.
โI spent a long time thinking I didnโt get to have this. After Raccoon. After everything that came after. I thought guys like me didnโt get the quiet house and the person who waits up for them then you walked into my life and refused to let me believe that anymore. You saw every broken piece and still chose me. Every day. For five years. And when the world tried to take me from you in Spain, the only thing that kept me human was the promise I made the night I put that ring on your finger. I will spend the rest of my life keeping that promise. I will come home to you. Always.โ
Your own vows came out softer, thick with emotion.
โYou are the bravest man Iโve ever known, and somehow you still look at me like Iโm the one who saved you. I will never stop choosing you. Not when the missions are long. Not when the nightmares come. Not when the world tries to pull us apart again. I am yours, Leon. In every lifetime. In every universe. Forever.โ
When the officiant pronounced you married, Leon didnโt wait. He pulled you in and kissed you like the entire world had narrowed to this single point of light. Applause and soft laughter rose around you, but neither of you noticed. There was only the press of his mouth, the solid warmth of his hands at your waist, and the quiet, overwhelming certainty that you had both survived the impossible to reach this moment.
That night, after the small reception had wound down and the cabin had gone quiet, the two of you stood on the wooden dock overlooking the dark water. Leonโs arms wrapped around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. The wedding band on his finger was cool against your skin.
โStill canโt believe youโre mine,โ he murmured.
You turned in his arms and smiled up at him. โIโve been yours since the day you first smiled at me like I was the only person in the room. The paperwork just made it official.โ
He kissed you again, slower this time, tasting of champagne and promises. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft in the moonlight.
โI meant what I said in the vows. Whatever comes I will always find my way back to you.โ
You reached up and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. โAnd Iโll always be waiting. With coffee. And the light on. And a life that belongs to both of us.โ
Leon smiled the same quiet, private smile heโd worn the night he proposed. Then he lifted you into his arms and carried you back toward the cabin, toward the rest of your lives, toward every morning and every homecoming still waiting for the two of you.
The lake reflected the stars. Somewhere far away, the world kept turning with all its darkness and danger. But here, in the circle of his arms, there was only this:
Husband. Wife.
Home.
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