𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

Drabbles

Call Of Duty

- Boots To Blooms

Resident Evil

- Leon Kennedy as a Dad

- Husband Leon Kennedy

- Dad/Husband Chris Redfield

- Older Retired Neighbor Leon Kennedy

- Businessman Leon

- Older Boyfriend Leon

- Leon Vs Plushies

- squeaky bed

Series

- Old Dogs and New Dolls Masterlist

The Last Of Us

- Carpenter Joel Miller

After every mission, as expected, Leon was seen by a doctor who performed a thorough routine physical. It was something that had to be done—Any cuts, breaks, bruises, etc were much taken care of, and even if there were no signs, it was an extra safety precaution.

The DSO couldn’t lose their best agent after something so minuscule, could they?

So, he found himself here. In the doctors office laboratory, patiently waiting for the usual older woman—Karen—to come in and draw his blood.

That wasn’t what he got today.

“Hello Mr. Kennedy! It’s so nice to see you again today! How was that mission?” Karen happily walked in, a bright smile on her face as she greeted and asked her usual question. Bright smile on her face.

“Good. I came back alive. One piece unlike last time.” He replied with a dry laugh, usual smirk on his face as Karen laughed back at his humor.

“Now, I have a student with me today!—Y/N can you come on our hun?—Her name is Y/N!”

Leon didn't listen to another word Karen said. His eyes were already locked in on you—young, shy, and slightly scared. Quietly introducing yourself with a soft wave, holding a clipboard in your hands, pink stethoscope dangling from your neck. School instituted light blue scrubs hiding the supple curves hiding beneath the fabric.

“H-Hi…I-I’m Y/N. Um, the student nurse for today!” You sweetly introduced, hugging the clipboard. Shy, witty, smile on your lips. Standing by Karin’s side like you were attached by your hip.

“Is it okay if she practices on you today Leon?”

He didn’t hear a damn thing. He was too busy gazing at you with hearts in his eyes, listening to his heart beat inside of his eardrums.

“Oh—Um, yeah, of course. We all gotta learn somehow.”

Karen clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! Y/N, you can draw the blood. I’ll supervise.”

You nodded quickly, stepping closer to him. Up close, Leon suddenly seemed…larger. Broader. Warmer. The faint scent of aftershave and clean soap lingered in the air.

“O-Okay, Mr. Kennedy,” you murmured, setting the clipboard down, grabbing a pair of gloves. “Can you, um…roll up your sleeve for me please?”

He did without hesitation, pushing the black fabric of his compression shirt up his arm.

And that’s when you saw them.

The veins along his forearm were prominent, running in defined lines beneath his skin littered with scars—evidence of years of training, discipline, and hard-earned strength. Your eyes lingered a second too long.

Leon noticed.

“You good?” he asked, one brow lifting slightly, though his voice had softened.

Your cheeks turned pink almost instantly. “Y-Yeah! I just—um…” You swallowed before excitedly breathing out. “You have really nice veins..!”

The room went quiet.

Leon blinked. “I—what?”

“I mean!” you rushed out, flustered beyond belief. “F-For blood draws! They’re very visible and healthy and that makes it easier and safer and—” You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second. “—they’re very nice.”

There it was again.

Nice.

Leon S. Kennedy—government agent, hardened survivor, man who had faced bioterror threats without flinching, felt heat creep up the back of his neck.

“Oh.” He cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in the opposite wall. “Thanks. I… hydrate.”

You gently took his arm in your hands to tie the tourniquet, your fingers brushing against his skin. He stiffened—not from pain, but from the way your touch was careful. Gentle. Almost reverent.

“Try not to move,” you whispered, concentrating.

“I’m not,” he replied quickly, voice just a little too tight.

You swabbed his arm with alcohol, then glanced up at him through your lashes. “You work out a lot, don’t you?”

“Occupational hazard,” he said, attempting his usual smirk—but it faltered when you smiled at him like that.

“D-Do you want me to give you a warning?”

“I don’t need one.”

The needle slid in smoothly, blood immediately rushing into the tubing and waiting for an exit out.

“See?” you beamed, eyes bright, relief washing over you. “Perfect veins.”

Leon huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Never thought I’d get complimented on that.”

“Well,” you said softly, focused on the filling blood connection tube, “you should be. They’re… impressive.”

He was officially flustered now.

A faint pink dusted his cheeks as he avoided Karen’s knowing look.

“You say that to all your patients?”

“N-No…” you admitted honestly.

That made him glance back at you.There was no teasing in your expression. Just sincerity.

The vial filled. One after another. You removed the needle carefully, pressing gauze to his skin. “All done. You did great!"

“I didn’t do anything,” he muttered.

“You stayed still,” you countered gently. “That counts.”

Karen stepped forward, clearly enjoying every second of this. “Excellent work, Y/N.”

You gently wrapped over the gauze with bandage wrap, smoothing it down with your thumb. Your touch lingered just a moment longer than necessary before you pulled away. Removing your gloves and washing your hands, following the expectations just like the lab simulation.

“Um…T-Thank you for letting me practice!” You said shyly, clutching your clipboard again.

Leon flexed his arm absentmindedly, then looked at you with that softer version of his usual expression—the one very few people saw.

“Anytime,” he replied. “Guess I’ll have to come back more often.”

Karen raised a brow. “Oh? Planning another mission already?”

Leon’s eyes stayed on you.

“Maybe,” he said lightly. “For medical reasons.”

Something silly for you all to read!! I tried my best to not put too much nursing lingo into this...Although it was difficult. I wanted all for you to understand! Love you all!! I hope you enjoy! - Priscilla 💝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

"Careful, doll. Keep this up and I'll start thinking you actually like having me around."

The words lingered in the warm spring air, curling around you like the faint citrus scent d4rifting from the lemon tree. Your heart kicked sharply against your ribs, pulse flittering in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying. For a second, it seemed as if your pulse forgot how to jump.

You forced our a small laugh, trying to play it off, even as you struggled to start your sentence, shaking your head, heat bloomed across your cheeks.

"W-What? No, I--thats not what this is," you hurried to say, waving him off with a nervous flick of your wrist whilst shaking your head once more. "Im just being polite! Normal people are nice to their neighbors, you know?"

Leons smirk widened, clearly entertained by his quickly your little mind scrambled to defend yourself.

"Right," he murmured, amused. "Just neighborly kindness. Got it."

A breeze tugged at the ribbon on your hat, carrying the soft jingle of wind chimes and citrusy scent of lemon blossoms. The quiet of the backyard settled in around you again -- warm, lazy, and just a little too intimate for comfort.

Leon set his glass aside and pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shoulder like he was gearing up for real work.

"come on," he said, nodding towards the unfinished garden beds. "if were gonna build this thing, we should probably stop getting distracted."

"Y-You're the one getting distracted!" You exclaimed, brushing grass from your skirt as you stood. "I-I've been ready."

Leon chuckled underneath his breath, dropping back down beside the hearted box, prying it open with ease, the seem around the sleeve of his white t-shirt stretching around his bicep. You knelt across from him, close enough that your knees nearly brushed--close enough that you became painfully aware of every movement he made.

"Hold this," Leon instructed, passing you a wooden panel.

His fingers brushed against yours as you took it, and the brief contact sent a spark of awareness up your arm. You focused hard on keeping the board steady while he fitted it into place, his hands moving with confident precision.

"Are you always this intense about everything?" You asked lightly, trying to distract yourself from how near he was.

"Only when I care about the outcome," he replied, tightening a screw. "And you clearly care about this garden."

That softened something inside of your chest--but you quickly looked away, pretending to be far more focused on the wood than on him.

"Well, y-yes..." You said, shrugging slightly, a tilt of your head indicating that you were thinking. "I-I've wanted a real garden forever. Tiny apartment pots weren't really filling that want."

"Figured," he murmured. "You look like the type who needs space to grow things."

You blinked. Unsure whether to tease him or ask what he meant--but the moment passed as he shifted closer to reach for another tool, his arm brushing against yours once more.

The touch lingered longer than necessary.

Your stomach fluttered, and you immediately looked down, pretending to look at something that wasn't even there.

"I-Im gonna grab more ice for the lemonade," you said quickly, pushing to your feet. "You're probably already dying of thirst from all of this...Free labor."

Leon glanced up at you with a slow, knowing look.

"Take your time," he drawled. "Wouldn't want to rush your hospitality."

You escaped back into the house, carrying the tray once more. Your heart was racing, cheeks warm, and thoughts far messier than the garden ever was.

As you reached for the pitcher, one realization quietly settled in--you weren't ready to admit anything...But this was starting to feel different.

You looked out of your kitchen window, just to see Leon already staring back.

You'd better get started on lunch.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Yay chapter 3! Okay I promise ill be more consistent from now on...And write longer chapters...Enjoy friends!! I love you all, take care of yourselves, stay safe!!! XOXO - Priscilla 💝

The war never truly left John—it just learned how to sit quietly.

John Price had served for 35 long painstaking years, enlisting with more determination a solider could ever have than fear, and leaving at 51 with scars no one could ever fully count. Missions blurred into memories, gunfire into distant echoes, adrenaline into a ghost that still haunted his veins. Retirement felt wrong at first—too still, too empty, like being trapped in a silence he still hadn't earned.

Sitting around all day was never an option for a man like him. Not for someone built on discipline, routine, and motion.

So, he packed what little he needed, crossed the ocean, and started over in America. A place where he didn't know much about the military, war laws, and anything related to the battlefield. He traded battlefields for towering pines and gunfire for early morning birdsongs. Becoming a park ranger wasn't glamorous, but it gave him a purpose, a reason for waking up in the morning. It kept him active, kept his body sharp, kept his mind from wandering back to places it didn't belong. The work was quieter, kinder, but still meaningful. Patrols at dawn, trail maintenance, guided tours through winding paths and blooming valleys.

A softer life—but defiantly not an empty one.

Boots crunched against gravel as morning sunlight spilled through the parks recreational lode, dust dancing lazily in the golden glow. The scent of pine and fresh earth clung to the air, crisp and grounding. Price flipped through tour bookings with practiced ease, posture straight, movements controlled-A solider even in civilian clothing.

Visitors came and went in a steady blur.

Until someone new stepped forward.

For a fleeting moment, his attention faltered- not in a way anyone would notice, but enough for him to feel it. A subtle hitch in his rhythm. A spark of awareness he hadn't felt in years, settling uncomfortably against his chest.

The counter felt smaller, the room quieter.

"Hi!" Your voice happily beamed, bright smile stretching across your face. Hands gripped onto the straps of your hiking backpack, sweater zipped halfway up as mountain air clung to you. Your hair sat slightly messy-windswept from the drive through the park with the windows rolled all the way down.

"I-Im here for the guided hike..? Um, it should be under Y/N." You added, nerves and excitement blending into a soft, hopeful tone. Every first was always nerve-racking, but when you're all alone? God, did it get even worse, especially after a few grueling past few weeks.

A soft rustle of paper followed as he flipped through the sign in list, brow faintly furrowed in concentration before smoothing out again.

"Y/N," John repeated under his breath, the name setting more heavily than it should have.

His eyes lifted to you—steady, assessing, but not unkind. The kind of look that made you question if you really did look like it was your first time on a hike, or if he was checking you out. He straightened, before offering a small polite nod.

"'Re right on time," he said, accent thick, voice low and calm, carrying slight authoritarian that made the busy reception area even smaller. “'ll be headin’ out in a few. Trails manageable, can get slippery near the falls."

He reached for a folded map, sliding it across the counter in your direction.

"Make sure ‘ve got enough water," John added, glancing briefly at you once more. "Hikes more enjoyable when 're prepared."

There was something unreadable within his expression. Composed, practiced, but a subtle shift in his posture suggested this tour might not feel as routine as others. Especially with how cheerful you looked, and the way soft strands of hair curled in towards your face, messy, yet beautiful. A small detail he never thought he'd appreciate. It was clear it was your first time. He'd try to make it memorable—no—he would make it memorable.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Hello everyone! Super long time no see :) so many things have happened in life, both good and bad :,( but do not fret, I’m totally okay! I come to feed the COD fandom, mainly my price girlies, a really silly story I thought of! I love you all, I miss you. I tried my best with writing the accent yall </3 Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!!! I’ll totally be continuing this silly troupe if it gets enough attention, or maybe I just want too >:) muahaha - Priscilla 💝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬

The spring sun was warmer than yesterday, hinting to the fact that summer was near. Floral dresses and wind chimes blew through the soft winds, a soft yelp of glee breaking from your throat as you grabbed onto the straw hat atop of your head, white bow wrapped around the base of it. Leon promised he would come today, tools and all to help you set up your garden in your own backyard! No more tiny little pots littering your old apartment balcony, finally a chance to show off your green thumb.

Four large rectangular boxes laid on the grass, placed in the specific spot you wanted them to be at. Time ticked down on your vintage gold watch, counting down the seconds when Leon would arrive. He said he’d be here today, the same time you came over yesterday. A fresh pitcher of strawberry lemonade made and ready to drink waiting on the counter.

You laid on the grass quietly, letting the wind rustle through the leaves of all the lemon tree in the corner of your backyard, legs tucked underneath your bottom, fingers fiddling in your lap. Anxiously waiting to see that familiar figure. Honey blonde hair, ocean irises, cheesy breaking the ice jokes that were just so stupid it was a given to laugh.

Pushing yourself up, your heels dug into the damp soil, making a way for the three steps that reached your back porch. The back door closing with the jingle of a bell and the creaking of wood. Click, clack, click, clack the floor echoed back to you. It’s almost as if the universe knew it was the perfect time for you to stand up, proven by the knock on your door, and a head moving to the side in order to take a peek inside through the sidelight.

Scurrying over to the door, you couldn’t help but stop to take one final look at yourself in the small entryway mirror. Adjusting the skirt that ended an inch or two from the bottom of your knee, baby pink colored fabric hidden underneath a sheer layer of white lace, accompanied by a bow tied around your waist.

“Leon! H-Hi! Oh my goodness, thank you so much for coming over to help!” Your voice bellowed out as soon as you opened the door, witty smile plastered across your face, cheeks cascaded over with a pink blush.

Blue jeans, white shirt, toolbox in hand. The veins on his hand prominent with his grasp on the handle. A subtle smirk grew on his lips, accompanied by a semi awkward and lame wave from his free hand, quickly falling back to his side. You probably should have mentally prepared yourself more for this, especially the way that his shirt was clinging onto his biceps, your heart was already beating out of your chest!

“Hey. Yeah, no worries at all. Just stepping in because someone’s too scared to break a nail.” He joked with a chuckle, taking a step inside as you opened the door wider for his entrance. Leon took a second to look around your home, quickly skimming past the entryway and back onto you.

“Did you bake something, or does it always smell like that?” His brows furrowed, relaxing as he looked back down to you.

“O-Oh! No, surprisingly. It just always smells like that.” You brushed off with a chuckle, shoulders falling down as you breathed out a laugh. “Come! Just follow me, I-I already have the boxes waiting outside, I was just waiting for you to show up.”

“Well that sure makes things go along a lot smoother.” He added on, not being able to resist the curiosity of taking small glimpses of every part of your home. The kitchen, dining room, and crisp off white walls that outshined his place in every which way. You were si much cleaner, sweeter, organized. The parallels between the two of you already showed the inevitable end.

Walking through the kitchen to get into the backyard, the back door creaked once more as you pushed it open, with Leon following closely behind you, his toolbox clinking at his side. The late spring air brushed against your cheeks, feeling warmer now that the sun had reached its zenith, and the subtle citrus aroma from the lemon tree wafted between you both.

"There," you indicated towards the four large boxes already laying where you wanted them placed, your hands clasped behind your back as if showcasing your finest accomplishment. "I thought you’d know where to start! And I-I didn’t want to risk messing anything up.”

Leon let out a low whistle, placing the toolbox down with a solid thud on the porch step. "You weren’t joking. This is quite the project," he remarked, rolling his shoulders as if gearing up for the task. "Looks like I’m really putting in my free labor today."

You chuckled softly, giggling like a child as he scurried down the steps, kneeling by the first box and waiting for Leon to follow. "Think of it as creating memories! Plus, you’ll be rewarded with strawberry lemonade! Unlimited refills of course!” You yelled out from your spot on the grass, cheeks full from your grin.

His gaze shifted to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hmm. Tempting offer. I’ll accept it." He crouched down next to you, the proximity of his frame making your heart race. His arm brushed against yours as he reached to examine the box, his hand broad and confident, veins visible beneath his skin.

Together, you started unloading supplies—you held the box down as he slipped different pieces of wood and screws out from the box. Laughing as he immediately tossed the instruction pamphlet to the side.

“A-Are you sure you don’t need instructions?” You asked with a laugh, eyebrows lifting up in surprise at the almost natural manly instinct to not even take a glimpse at the instructions.

Leon snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk as he shook his head.

Leon snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk as he shook his head. “Sweetheart, instructions are for people who don’t know what they’re doing.” His calloused fingers brushed against yours again as he slid a plank into place, the warmth of his skin lingering far longer than it should have. He glanced up at you then, catching the way your lips parted as if to argue, though nothing came out.

“W-What if it breaks?” you finally stammered, cheeks warming under his steady gaze.

“Then I’ll build it again. Or buy you new ones, whatever you want,” He replied easily, voice low and steady, as if the idea of failing didn’t even exist in his world. He gave the frame a sharp tug, the wood creaking into place beneath his hands, and the sheer strength in the casual movement left you speechless. With a satisfied grunt, Leon dusted off his palms, the faint trace of sawdust sticking to his skin. “See? Solid. Just trust me, doll. Just put the wood panels into place and put a few screws around the thing.”

You let out a small laugh, nervous but genuine, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The garden, the sun, the faint citrus in the air. It all blurred around you, leaving only him and that unshakable confidence as he leaned closer, eyes glinting with quiet amusement.

“I’d say you could even do it yourself sweetheart…You just wanted an excuse to see me again.” Leon added with a teasing smirk, tipping his head to the side and shrugging his shoulders. Putting his arms up in protest before they fell followed by a husky laugh. You froze. Shoulders tense, face pale as your mind tried steering some sort of mumbo-jumbo type of sentence that defended his argument.

“W-What? N-No! Not at all! I-I really needed help I-I dont know—!”

Leon’s laugh deepened, rich and warm, his shoulders shaking as he watched you stumble over your words, his hands opening the toolbox laying beside him on the ground. “Relax, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice dropping lower, his blue irises never leaving your flustered expression. “I’m only teasing you. No need to panic like I caught you red-handed.”

You huffed softly, puffing your cheeks in embarrassment before looking back down at the half-finished garden bed, desperately focusing on the planks of wood rather than the heat radiating off his body so close to yours. “Y-You just wanna make fun of me…” you muttered, your tone caught somewhere between annoyance and laughter.

“Mm, I guess so.” Leon replied easily, reaching for a screw and pressing it into place with those strong, steady hands. His forearm brushed against yours again, deliberate or not, and you felt your stomach flip. “But you didn’t deny it either. Maybe you did want me here.”

Your lips parted, ready to protest again, but his smirk softened into something less playful and more… sincere. He met your eyes, holding them steady with a glimmer of quiet honesty that almost knocked the air out of your lungs. “Not that I mind. Truth is, I don’t get invited over much these days.” The admission lingered in the air, heavier than his earlier teasing. The hum of bees near the lemon tree, the warmth of the sun—it all seemed to fade until there was just him, kneeling in the dirt beside you, offering a piece of himself without saying too much. You didnt wanna pry, so you let the confession linger in the air for a few seconds.

“I-I’ll go get you something to drink…Because im nice, and I dont make fun of people who need help.” Standing up from the grass, you brushed your skirt off of any dirt and grass, teasingly mentioning to him that he was the big mean bully in…Whatever this was. This neighborly relationship. Cheeky smile on your lips, watching as he just shook his head and opened the tiny packet of the screws and whatnot.

You slipped back into the house, the cool air of the kitchen brushing your skin as you grabbed the pitcher of strawberry lemonade you had prepared earlier that morning. Condensation beaded down the glass, the pale pink liquid catching the sunlight as you set it onto a tray, along with two tall glasses filled to the brim with ice. A thin lemon wedge and strawberry on the rim. For some reason, your hands trembled slightly as you arranged everything neatly, as if this simple act suddenly carried more weight than it should have.

When you returned, Leon was still crouched in the grass, focused on fitting one of the panels into place, but his head turned as soon as he heard the screen door creak open again. His gaze lingered on you. Not the tray, not the lemonade. But you, the sunlight spilling across your dress, the small effort you’d gone through to serve him something refreshing.

“Well, would you look at that,” he said with a quiet grin, setting his screwdriver aside as you placed the tray down on the porch step between you both. “A man could get used to this kind of treatment.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, though your heart raced when he reached for a glass. His fingers brushed the back of yours as he took it, deliberate and unhurried, and when he finally leaned back to sip, the soft sound he made afterward sent warmth crawling up your neck.

“Damn. That’s good,” Leon said, the corner of his mouth lifting as his eyes flicked toward you. “Homemade?”

“Mhm,” you answered quickly, tucking hair behind your ear again, trying not to melt under his gaze. “Secret recipe. Unlimited refills, remember?”

“Dangerous offer, sweetheart.” His smirk widened, but his voice held a note of something gentler as he tilted the glass toward you in a silent toast.

You mirrored him, clinking the rim of your glass against his before taking a sip of your own. For a moment, the quiet between you wasn’t awkward—it was comfortable, almost intimate, the kind of silence that made your chest feel warm in a way you hadn’t expected.

Setting your glass down, you found yourself blurting out before you could stop yourself. “Leon? Would you… maybe like to stay for lunch?”

The words hung between you, fragile and daring, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Wind skimming through your hair, the bow on your hat following suit in the winds direction. His smirk faltered into something slower, deeper, his eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing the question for more than what it was. He set his glass down carefully, his hand flexing once against his thigh before he answered.

“Lunch, huh?” he drawled, leaning just a little closer, his voice low enough to stir the fine hairs at your nape. “Careful, doll. Keep this up and I’ll start thinking you actually like having me around.”

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Ahhhh chapter two is out! Guys the tension is rising oh em gee!!! Anyways! As always, if there is anything wrong, misspelled, or anything that needs improvement please let me know!!! Thank you all so much, and I apologize that it took so long to release chapter two…Chapters will now be coming out every Wednesday!! (Yes, I know so amazing!) I may be alternating between this andddddd businessman Leon :) Just depends how im feeling. Okay I love you all goodbye now! Have a great day loves, take care of yourselves!!! - Priscilla 💝 (P.S, I was so excited that I couldn’t wait until 5 pm…)

Humming a sweet tune, lips pressed together to spread your lipstick across your lips, suitcase held in your hands whilst you counted the amount of people that passed by like sheep. You couldn’t help but step ne foot out of the line, leaning to the side and stretching your head out to catch just a tiny glimpse of the plane. It wasn’t your first time anymore, you couldn’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline and blood rushing underneath your skin, nerves making your legs slightly wobble at the thought of being so high in the air on a flying piece of metal 30,000 feet above the air. Taking a deep breath in, your cheeks puffed up as you exhaled, the flushed pink hue all over the fat.

It felt like forever until it was your turn, watching a few old geezers be total assholes just because they’re sitting hallways across the plane from each other. Like It was the attendants fault that they chose the cheaper route and didnt pick their seats. Spending so much time sucked up in the drama abused you to not even realize that you were next, just looking at the attendant with a big childish smile all over your face.

“Ma’am? Do you have your ticket?” The woman asked with a raised eyebrow, a weirded out look on her face, eyebrows risen high before your pretty litttle world of drama was crushed. Smile immediately washing away like a flower down the river. Embarrassment and shame flushed those rosy cheeks that were once puffy and full of life.

“O-Oh yes! I-Im so sorry you know—Just like caught up in all the chatter and—“ Dugging through your junk filled bag, papers overflowing from the top as you yelped from the mess of papers that had landed onto the floor from your purse. Crumbling and creasing the paper in between your hands, luckily finding your passport with your plane ticket right in the middle, handing it to the woman with a witty expression plastered all over your face.

“Ah! You’ve been selected for a surprise upgrade to first class! Enjoy your flight ma’am.” What was once a mumbling bunch of words was now quiet and still. Eyes wide, twinkling like the biggest and brightest star at night. Pausing for just five seconds, not really knowing what to say. A random free upgrade? This was going to be the bests flight ever!

“R-Really..?”

“Mhm! Oooof all the amenities too! I’d take advantage of that if I was you.” With a laugh, the attendant handed you the ticket, gently patting your shoulder and sending you off with a smile.e Different from the first weirder out look she gave you. It was as if your knees were about to buckle whilst walking through that long passenger boarding bridge to the entrance of the plane. Being the last one to walk through, greeted by beautiful flight attendants in those tight little professional uniforms. You handed one of the nicer younger looking ladies your ticket, hands shaky and almost reluctant to give your ticket up. The sweet woman even led you too your seat and stuffed your carry-on in the overhead bin! Oh wow, premium service indeed!

“I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me. Following me to my seat?”

That familiar voice from the gated lounge rung out, leaning back in those fancy first class seats, smirk on that stupid wanna-be-model face of his. Window that separated the two luxurious seats down, a clear sign of how little relaxation you’d get on this flight.

“I-I hope turbulence takes us both out,” you mumbled, cheeks burning as you stood there like a total idiot just staring at him. Taking hesitant steps forwards, shoulders slightly tense as you sat down. The words came out more like a squeak than an insult.

He chuckled, low and smooth. “You don’t mean that.”

You didn’t. But you weren’t about to tell him that. Not when your heart was doing jumping jacks just from sitting this close to him.

You tucked your legs slightly to the side, smoothing your skirt and trying to ignore the way those daring blue eyes bore into your soul. Your hands nervously clutched the seatbelt, and you glanced around the cabin like a little lost duck, eyes wide and sparkly. “I-I didn’t even know people got upgraded for free like this,” you said, more to yourself than him. “I thought it was just like…a rumor, just in the movies, or something.”

He watched you, amused, resting his chin in his palm. “Maybe you’re just lucky. What’s your name anyway, if you don’t mind me asking darling?

You looked at him then, lips pressed into a thoughtful pout. “Y/N. And no, I-I’m very much not lucky at all.” Continuing whilst leaning back against the plush cushioning of the seat. “I’m more of a trip-on-flat-surfaces kind of girl. Once I dropped an entire tray of iced coffee at work because someone smiled at me.”

His laugh escaped before he could stop it. “Cute name. I’m Leon.” He finally answered, holding out his hand expecting a handshake like it was some sort of business deal. Of course, you couldn’t leave him hanging, so your tiny little soft hand gently shook his—engulfed by his palm, rough padding of his fingers against yours. “Dangerous weapon, smiles.”

You giggled too, brushing your hair behind your ear shyly. “Exactly. Smiles should be illegal. Especially yours. It’s kind of… threatening. Scary.”

His brows lifted, clearly enjoying himself now. “You think my smile is threatening?” Leon pointed to himself.

You nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes, twiddling with your thumbs. “Mmhm. Feels like I’m about to sign my soul away or something.”

A silence stretched for a second — a warm one. He leaned back slightly, watching you with a new softness in his gaze.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said.

You buried your face in your hands. “It wasn’t supposed to be!”

“But it was,” he teased. “You just didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

You let out a helpless little whimper, trying not to melt into your seat. “You’re not supposed to be nice and annoying. It’s unfair. I-It’s not how this game works!”

Just then, the captain’s voice crackled over the speakers, announcing takeoff. You tensed slightly, gripping the armrest with both hands. Not because you were terrified of flying, exactly — but something about that moment right before takeoff always made you feel like you were about to be launched into a new life.

He noticed your white-knuckled grip.

“Nervous flyer?”

You offered him a sheepish look. “Not nervous. Just…respectfully terrified.”

Without a word, he gently nudged his hand through the privacy window, letting his fingers rest just beside yours. Close enough to notice. Not close enough to scare you.

“I got you,” he said, voice lower now. “It’s just a plane. But if it helps, you can think of me as your emotional support seatmate.”

You blinked, lips parting slightly in surprise.

Then — despite yourself — you smiled.

It was small. Soft. But real.

And suddenly, flying 30,000 feet above the ground didn’t seem quite so scary anymore. Feet kicking at lift off, and unfamiliar yet warm fingers were caressing your knuckles.

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The smell of roasted brewed coffee filled the air of Leon’s almost empty home. There wasn’t much inside—A couch, wooden dining table, two chairs, his bed, and that was simply it. He was a man, he didn’t do any of that girly decorating stuff, the bare minimum was good enough for him. Yawning as the sun peeked through the bedroom windows, lifting his shirt over his head with a sigh. 

Picking up his belt from the floor, groaning at the strain on his back, this Sunday was just like every Sunday before. A faint feminine scent left in his sheets, clothes thrown all over the floor, and a hangover that repeatedly pounded his head. Calloused fingers sliding his belt through his dark colored jeans loops, running a hand through tousled hair once buckled up. The morning was just like any other—before the doorbell interrupted his thoughts.

Mumbled curses under his breath, Leon was about to lose his shit. Who in the world would be knocking on his door this early in the morning? The sun was just barely peeking over the mountains, and those stupid door to door salesmen were already hard at work. Heavy thumps echoed throughout the home, fiddling with the locks on the door before being met with a sigh he thought he’d never be able to see again.

You. Standing in front of his door with a rosy blush on her cheeks, clearly a little scared and very shy. Holding a small heart shaped box of cookies in her hands, a pink summer dress hanging off of her body and swinging with the fresh spring breeze.

“L-Leon…H-Hi! Good morning! I made you cookies!”

your voice soon broke, a witty smile on your face as you brought the plastic heart shaped box forward, the wind chimes hanging from your front yards magnolia tree hitting his ears. 

“I-It’s just a little thank you for…U-Um…Helping me move in!”

You explained a little bit, realizing you probably sounded a tad bit silly and like a total weirdo saying she just made him cookies. They didn’t know each other that well…So, it was deemed to be awkward. Especially with your shy personality. Of course Leon knew it was for that reason, it was evident, but still, he stayed silent. How adorable it was to watch her little mind work its gears…Try to think of something to say to not make things awkward, even if they weren’t. Chuckling to himself before revealing a smirk that he couldn’t contain, he just had to have a quick laugh at her.

“Thank you sweetheart. Oh wow, these look amazing. You really put your whole heart into this hm?”

Leon questioned with an eyebrow raised, reaching out to grab the small box. Looking down through the clear plastic packaging, seeing all of the different types of cookies she had baked just for him. Basic chocolate chip, jelly heart centers, and snickerdoodle. Smiling to himself before looking back up at her sparkling eyes, opening the door wider as if inviting you in.

“Wanna come on in? I just brewed some coffee, we can share these over a cup.”

The hinges on the door creaked as he pushed the door back, signaling with his hand that she was allowed to walk inside if she pleased. He didn’t wanna scare the poor girl, she already looked shy and hesitant enough. Leon was gonna change that, finally letting your shoulders rest and your back not be so tight.

“Sure! Um, t-that sounds really nice…I’m not a big coffee drinker, but thank you for the offer Leon.”

With a bright grin, you nodded your head happily, so eager to learn more about your mysterious neighbor. Like…What was that noise coming from his home last night? Just kidding. Of course you wouldn’t ask that. That’s just stupid. And plus, you didn’t wanna be hated immediately.

“More for me then.”

A deep grumble escaped his throat, hearing the click of her heels hit the old wooden floor, closing the door behind her like a true man before leading the way. Your eyes wandered; waiting for something that gave you a hint about him. But the bare white walls, minimum decoration, and the empty beer bottles on the coffee table in front of the couch already explained enough about the type of man Leon was, or is.

Walking down the hall into the kitchen felt like a boring uneventful trip. Leon didn’t have a sense of style, or even decor. What more could you expect from a guy in his mid forties? Let alone a retired one? Yeah, he was fine with what he had, which was the important part.

Sitting in the chair Leon pulled out for her, thanking him sweetly with her soft voice barely above a whisper. Adjusting the skirt of that pink frilly dress, keeping up with her adorable little feminine fashion style that made everyone’s head turn, yet it suits you so well.

Ceramic plates in hand, he sat down right across from you at the table. Legs of the wooden chair scraping against the kitchen floor. The bones in his hand flexing with each movement, even setting down a plate in front of you caused your mind to race with a million thoughts, making something deep within you feel a certain way, a way you've never even felt that caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up and your spine to shiver. 

A gumble from Leon’sthroat immediately threw you out of that horny girl dazed state.Eyes becoming alert, locking back onto Leon as he picked up one of the strawberry jam cookies with the adorable heart in the center, each one having a different jam filling. You were looking at him with those pleading puppy eyes he couldn't resist without even knowing, head tilted to the side, mouth slightly agape. Twiddling with your fingers in your lap, waiting for him to just say something to get this awkward silence out of your environment.

“Mm…These are absolutely delicious sweetheart. What do you put in here? That’s a hazard around me right there…”

Leon playfully committed on your cookies, smiling whilst chewing, immediately going in for another bite as soon as he was done talking. Relief washed over your body as he finally spoke up, grinning and letting out a witty chuckle. Shoulders relaxing, delicate fingers pushing your hair back behind your ear, straightening back up as a witty chuckle escaped past the gap of your lips.

“Really? Thank you…I-It’s my own secret recipe, nothing bad in it, I-I promise!”

With another laugh, you leaned forward once again and smiled. Adjusting your position in the chair, opening your mouth to say something, yet his sharp voice cut you off without another thought. 

“I know doll, I’m joking with you. Ah shit–You sure you don’t want anything to drink?”

Cursing underneath his breath, Leon soon realized how much of a jackass he was being, completely forgetting to offer you anything. Standing up, grabbing a glass  from the barley filled kitchen cabinet, opening the fridge and looking around to name off the beverages inside. “I got…Milk, juice, water, whatever you want.”

“Um–Water please.”

Nodding, Leon grabbed the pitcher filled with water in his hand, pouring it into the glass cup before setting it down right in front of you. “Here you go doll, if you need anything else don’t be shy to ask.”

“Thank you…You’re too kind.” 

Embarrassingly enough, you didn’t even wait a good minute before taking a sip. Soft gulps echoing throughout the kitchen as the cold liquid ran down your esophagus, his familiar chuckle ringing in your ears as he spoke up once more.

“No, not at all. If anything, I need to be even more.”

Leon leaned back slightly in his chair, that same easy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His fingers drummed softly against the ceramic mug in front of him, as if there was a rhythm to the comfort he brought into the room—unintentionally or not.

With a snicker of your own, you smiled as you set the glass down gently on the wooden table. The way Leon’s charismatic self would make soft little jokes warmed your heart, even if most of them weren’t laugh-out-loud funny. Who didn’t love a good dad joke, anyway? His humor was old-fashioned, sure—definitely more on the “uncle at a barbecue” side of the spectrum—but that made it even more endearing.

“How is moving in coming along? Do you need help with anything else?” he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. The genuine tone in his voice made your heart flutter. He wasn’t asking out of politeness. He actually wanted to help.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked down bashfully at your lap before responding. “Oh, I-it’s good. I’m pretty much settled in, just need a few more things. But I’m okay, thank you.”

Leon nodded slowly, but there was a spark of amusement in his eyes—he wasn’t buying it.

“You sure? I’ve seen you in the backyard lately,” he said, leaning forward slightly as his tone took on a teasing edge. “Those garden beds aren’t gonna build themselves, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widened slightly, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at having been caught. “O-Oh..! I-I know! It’s just been a little hard…I’ve just been lazy, how embarrassing to admit.”

He chuckled, deep and low. “Not at all. We’ve all been there.”

You offered a sheepish smile in return, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your pink fluffy dress under the table. Before you could try to explain further, Leon continued.

“Want some help?” he offered, reaching across the table to nudge the cookie box closer to you. “I have all the tools and everything—you don’t have to worry, doll. We don’t want you damaging those freshly manicured nails of yours.”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head even as a genuine smile spread across your face. His charm was almost overwhelming in the best way. “Oh, t-that would be lovely! Thank you, Leon. You really don’t need to, I can do it!”

Leon waved off your protests with a shrug and a lopsided grin. “No, no, you’re fine. I can’t have a lady doing the hard work, especially when I’m just sitting around. I’ll be there tomorrow, around this time, alright?”

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, warmth blooming in your chest. His kindness was the kind that felt rare these days. “It’s not your responsibility, I-I really appreciate it, Leon. Y-Yes, tomorrow is perfect!”

You stood from the chair, his movements following hours before running a hand through his messy dark golden blonde brownish locks.

“Well, I-I have to get going. Thank you so much for the water, and I hope you enjoy the cookies. You can keep the container, it’s okay!”

His smile faltered slightly, not ready for the conversation to end. “So soon? Alright, I understand.”

As he led you toward the door, he looked back at you with that signature smirk softening into something warmer. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. And those cookies are absolutely delicious… If you ever have any extra, bring them over, yeah?”

You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand as you stood up to see follow him out. “I-I will! Thank you, Leon. Have a good day, okay? It was nice meeting up with you!”

“Likewise, doll.” He opened the door for you, sunlight spilling in and casting a golden hue along the floorboards. He gave you one last look, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “See you tomorrow, alright?”

“Mkay,” you said softly. His body leaning against the wall by the doorway. “Bye, Leon. Thank you!”

He winked, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk again. “Anytime.”

And with that, the door closed gently behind you, leaving the scent of fresh coffee, cookies, and something entirely unspoken lingering in the air.

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Ahhh my first fic series! I am so excited to be able to write for all of you! Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do so! Please be patient with updates, and I hope you all enjoy! 💋