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leon s. kennedy of the resident evil series. original(s) + remake(s) friendly. written by adrian, twenty-seven, he/him.
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#rotquiem. (you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.)
leon s. kennedy of the resident evil series. original(s) + remake(s) friendly. written by adrian, twenty-seven, he/him.

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And if I make a Billy Coen blog in the near future, well.
macabre sight , rather. there's no beauty here , only hideousness with splattered blood and dirt painted 'pon pale skin. like tainted marble , ruined beyond belief. blood even tinged the color of white hairs , his bangs stinking to his forehead , but the crimson stains would soon be washed away , along with the rest of the mess. especially with the invitation into the shower with another. ‘ don’t have to tell me twice. ‘ he says all too joyously , scraping away at the soiled clothes that cover his form.
and once all is removed , tossed haphazardly into a pile in the corner of the bathroom , he’s stepped into the other’s space without hesitation. the shower's water is warm , barely hitting his forearms as they collect leon into an embrace , despite that he is nearly cleaned and dante is filthy , contaminating him with a mischievous smile that noted he was aware of what he’d done. ‘ think you got a little somethin’ ... ‘ a pleased hum follows , low in his throat , as if this were no grave offense but rather another victory claimed in the aftermath. ‘ lucky for you , i’m feelin’ generous enough to help scrub that off. ‘
dante's a little too eager, a little too excited to shed himself of his clothes. not that that's a surprise to leon; many years of being together'll do that. but still. the suspicion slides across his face like he knows something's about to happen, because something absolutely will, because dante's surely plotting something beyond just a simple kiss hello as he closes the space between them— and just like clockwork, like the minute hand on his watch sitting on the counter, it ticks over. dante pounces, gathering him up in his filthy, blood-covered arms, and leon knows there's no escape.
turns out, the blood hadn't fully dried to his skin. it passes along to the sides of his arms easily. no longer does the steam of hot water permeate with the pleasantness that comes with sandalwood and another scent he forgot the name of. he may as well have not washed at all, how quick the smell left. he's about to open his mouth and voice it, among something a little more revealing of his supposed indignation, but dante beats him to it. he'd been waiting for this, he's sure.
he lifts his arms, lounges them on top of dante's shoulders, " aren't i lucky, " can't help but roll his eyes. though the grin he gives him shortly after betrays the action, shows his true feelings on the matter. " maybe i'll return the favor … if you do a good job. "
leon always wanted to go undercover. be like his father, get his hands dirty with the more personal side of the field. make a difference in ways writing up tickets and citations can't. just didn't anticipate that it'd happen so soon—in only his first year of being on the force—and as the date rapidly approached, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. it'll look good on his record, he reasons … unless something goes wrong.
' either they see the potential in you, or they're goddamn desperate to get somethin' resolved, ' his dad, only recently retired, told him between fits of laughter, ' and if it's about who i think it is … good luck, son. you're gonna need it. ' always reassuring, dad.
now he sits in @sinquiem's bar, in civilian clothes, arms draped over the bartop, nursing a glass he ordered a few minutes ago. " you're the owner, right? " he asks when the commotion dies down a little, the rowdier drunks temporarily satiated, and the suspect isn't preoccupied with other patrons. " ... need an extra set of hands? "
perhaps in another life , the elderly woman would have learned to embrace the teachings of which she preached. love thy neighbor , or whatever dictated the religious flock to care for another as their god did. given that he was none so fond of their beliefs and the majority of the hypocrites that preached the word of god , he saw fit to play the part of the devil they so hated. margaret was just one of many of his victims , to be quite honest. he shrugs , gently do his shoulders fall. ‘ good thing i'm only half demon. holy water , crosses , and all that mumbo - jumbo doesn't bother me. ‘ so often did he walk through cathedrals , stare at their messiah with a curious gaze , never was he burned alive while doing so.
gaze continues to follow the other , watching and observing as leon now lay himself beside dante. the sight and sounds of leon were vastly more comforting than that of his previous musings. all but forgotten with a kiss to his cheek , smile growing further. ‘ well , all depends on the jobs i get. but ... i think i can make it a few nights every now and again. how’s that sound ? ‘
" as opposed to full demon? " rise of his brow, " are you telling me that stuff bothers them? —what? don't look at me like that. it's good to know. never know when a demon might come through and all i have on me is a bible and some holy water. " not that leon plans on keeping a bible on him. or holy water. or crosses. he thinks he's heard old tales about salt being a good deterrent, too, actually. the tug of his lips in a lopsided grin says enough.
it's nice, the close proximity. the kiss to his cheek, even more. it's the little things. makes his existing grin grow, meet dante in the middle. " you drive a hard bargain. i might have to think about it. "

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" whatever it is, " it's wishful thinking to presume that their lack of enthusiasm — monotonous; indifferent; attention fully devoted to the book resting in their hand — will truly deter leon. experience dictates the result is almost always the opposite, and anyway, the way his smug grin widens as vergil speaks isn't exactly discreet. how very annoying. " i'm not interested. go and waste dante's time. "
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aren't they a joy. it's not exactly often that leon gets a spare moment alone with his sibling-in-law, and good old-fashioned american culture'd have him remedy that in one of the only ways he knows how: with a grin and a pat on the shoulder. minus the latter in this case. " can't waste his time if he's not here. he left with nero not too long ago, so it's just you and me. " the twitch of his lips naturally falls. makes himself comfortable at the other end of the sofa, arm stretched over the back, " … ever read emanuel carnevali? "
seems the only interaction the other had was with pleasant company : flesh eating creatures and the larger fella just around the hall. no demon sightings yet ? curiouser , he lingers at the door , closing it and stepping back in , forcing the other to push back. ‘ you mean you haven't seen anything else out there? ‘ the client said demons aplenty , but he’d yet to catch sight of a single one. they described a ritual , summoning of abyss - bound souls , hellbound sentinels … he’s yet to catch sight of something so fearsome as they described.
the demon realm , albeit only some what familiar , held no dominion here , based on dante’s instinct alone. ( but what did he know , only a year prior did he awaken to his powers fully , use them against his own flesh and blood. they could have been unreliable. ) he went simply based off of his employers' intel. ‘ nasty fuckers; things that go bump in the night. ‘ brow twitches , ‘ these guys aren’t much of a fight compared to the other things i've fought. ‘ one bullet to the head , rebellion jabbed in the skull and they were naught more than what they appeared to be : corpses .
he's considering : ‘ maybe i’m in the wrong spot. ‘ musing to himself before leon’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. a sigh , before the truth is revealed : ‘ demons … i was hired to kill demons. i don't see much though. maybe the guy confused zombies and demons , i guess. i dunno. ‘ either way , this is turning out to be a shit job. one of the worst.
he's forced backwards until the side of his right calf bumps against something solid, something equally sturdy: the edge of the coffee table positioned not too distantly from the doorway, he notices with a quick glimpse, glass ashtray at the center wobbling at his sudden interruption. hadn't noticed it before, when he double takes. definitely explains the lingering stench in the room. cigarettes. cigars, too, probably. maybe. the scent of marlboros has long been stitched into his nose like an additional lining added onto the membrane. (hardly knows of a day without it. waking up, pull off the covers. opening the door to his bedroom, as he does, to a fresh gust of smoke coming from downstairs. always from the same spot, at five a.m., without fail. he's convinced his dad's alarm is less of a shrill beep and more his body forcing him up to have his morning smoke.)
" no—are you even listening to me? " his voice shifts a pitch, exasperated, but tony's question supports his growing suspicion. that there actually is something else out there, another thing to worry about, and it probably doesn't limp listlessly along the vacant hallways—or wear a trench coat.
which begs the question: what the hell has this guy fought? he looks about the same age as him, a year or two difference give or take. people their age have just started life; the way tony talks of fighting makes it sound an awful lot like he's been doing this for years, like some kind of seasoned veteran.
... demons, it turns out. tony's fought demons. right. of course. because that makes sense.
" you're kidding, " leon doesn't attempt to hide his surprise, the way his face twists in the eyes. the disbelief. " you're telling me demons are real? "
blue beetle.
dialogue prompts from blue beetle (2023).
i've searched for _____ years, i don't want to wait another second.
even good news sounds like bad news when you deliver it.
it's good to know some things don't change.
i could have done something. i could have been here.
you always land on your feet. you're [name].
i was supposed to get all of us out of here.
we're invisible to people like _____.
i won't let you do this.
back away. i'm not afraid of you.
i think it's time to find a new job.
i appreciate the chivalry.
i can take care of myself, okay?
we're not all dicks.
give me your phone. let me give you my number.
i feel like i failed you.
this is just a stop in the journey. it's not the destination.
everyone has a purpose. you just haven't found yours.
you look like an asshole, just like everybody else.
you don't hear that?
no police. they work for _____.
i know who you are. what are you doing here?
it doesn't look that bad.
we're gonna figure it out. we always do.
to be honest, i didn't think this would work.
i'm not a killer.
you should've finished me when you had the chance.
please, just don't hurt my family.
you can call me whatever you want, i don't care.
your house is full of love. a family. that's a home.
i haven't talked about this in a very long time.
you're a good listener.
i'm gonna go for a walk.
it's not lost on me that your situation is a little out of the ordinary.
when we get hit, we only get stronger.
the universe has sent you a gift. you have to figure out what to do with it.
i know how you feel, but you have to be brave.
there will be a time to cry. this is not that time. now is the time to fight.
everything we've done was for this moment.
there's plenty you don't know about your _____.
you're sorry? what does that even mean?
sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.
my destiny was to be here with you in this moment.
this look really suits you.
you got this. you can do this.
where did you learn to shoot like that?
what a mess you have made.
use the pain you're feeling and turn it into power.
i thought i'd never see you again.
i told you i wasn't going anywhere.
i cannot protect you anymore. i'm sorry.
you are still a scared little _____.
do you remember everything i've done for you?
now we can cry.
how about i walk you out?
The devil you know

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what's everyone gonna get leon for his 50th birthday that's coming up in (checks watch) 20 days
i don't want to play this game anymore.
dante's cheating. has to be. every spot he's called so far has been a miss. leon's no mathematician. not part of government training. but, surely. surely the probability of not getting a single hit this far in the game is slim, if not impossible.
only one ship left on his end, and his odds are not looking pretty. he looks at the grid in front of him. each corner is accounted for, white pegs set in their place. so are most of the top rows. huh. maybe he put them all somewhere towards the bottom.
maybe— " h … 6? " it's a hit. finally.
dante calls a spot; it's a miss. leon goes for the next. a hit, but not a sink.
the cycle repeats. and repeats. until he calls h10, and the carrier is destroyed. breathes a sigh of relief, because he might actually have a chance to win this now—
' i don't want to play this game anymore. ' dante says. leon can't hide his confusion.
" it's just one ship, babe. you still have— " but he shakes his head before leon could finish his sentence. dante turns his battleship set to face him.
well that's new. leon can feel his brows practically lift to the top of his skull. maybe he should've expected dante would do something no other living being in their right mind would pull. every ship, from carrier to destroyer. stacked on top of one another like a makeshift tower.
" you don't— " at least he wasn't deliberately cheating. he sighs. " that's not how the game works, dante. "
headcanon generator.
leon kennedy has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night. ☑ has happened more times than he can count.
leon kennedy instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples. ☑ yeah ... yeah. although that only extends to dante, who he is gradually trying to get to clean his own messes around the shop.
leon kennedy stole a lollipop at the checkout when they were 5 and they still feel guilty about it. ☑ i feel like this definitely happened and the guilt ate at him until he fessed up to his (police officer) adoptive father. he still remembers the conversation they had about it, actually. scott told leon that if he ever did it again, he'd have to arrest him. he never stole anything after that.
leon kennedy doesn't own a single pair of matching socks. ☒
leon kennedy cringes at their middle school yearbook photos. ☑ we don't talk about those.
leon kennedy tells dad jokes. ☑ well YEAH
leon kennedy was dropped out of a window as a child. ☒
leon kennedy sucks at saying tongue twisters. ☑ idk, this is going off pure vibes. i just feel like he would be terrible at them.
leon kennedy cannot drive. ☒ i know it's a hehe haha funny meme in the fandom that he can't drive but he's actually a great driver. it's the circumstances outside of his control that make him ever have a crash.
leon kennedy likes board games, but no one else wants to play with them. ☑ yeah. :(
i was right. say i was right.
" yeah, not gonna happen. for all i know, you could have come in here earlier and set up a fishing line to close that door. " like dante frequently claimed other shows do (and it's why they're banned from playing in the house, for 'deceit'). it's not that he doesn't wanna believe him. this is his husband. this obviously means a lot to him and … dante's always told him he could see things others can't. leon was just raised with a hard set of rules and a healthy dose of skepticism, that's all. call him a killjoy. might make for good tv, actually.
he opens his mouth to say something else. it dies in his throat. he aims the camcorder at the doorway, past dante. maybe his eyes are deceiving him. maybe it's not a shadowy figure he can make out in the distance— " … what the hell is that? "
leg stills as another settles atop his form , face buried within the crook of his neck , warm breath ghosting 'cross skin. for a moment , he simply relishes this. despite the late hours and weary bones of another , these such moments are peaceful enough for him to forget they'd not always have time together between both of their demanding jobs. eyelids shut , as he inhales that familiar scent of home , of leon.
' hm. like a few hours , i guess. took a nice nap. ' a quiet chuckle follows soon after , chest vibrating gently beneath leon where the two remain pressed together. ' 'least now you can relax. ' voice softened just enough to discern. his head cants ever so slightly , enough for lips to find the other's forehead beneath leon’s blond fringe. a kiss to skin , smile pressing 'gainst another. a jest : ' ... and i can think of a few ways to get you to relax. '
an answer that gets a chuckle out of him, too. lucky guess, he thinks to himself. his eyes fall shut, taking in the moment as it is: how dante's chest rises, then falls with every breath. that scent of gunpowder he can't seem to get out of his clothes, intensifying when the leather creaks under his shifting. the way his voice sounds with leon's ear tucked near his throat. he's right. can finally relax, and he even has company. the only person he'd wanna see this late in the night.
he feels himself drifting off. not necessarily intentional, but an unfortunate side effect of being so comfortable. the world around him, dark as it already is, nears to a temporary stillness ... until there's lips to his forehead. and a smile. he opens his eyes when the words that follow eventually register, " only a few? " the air leaves his nose in a huff. some halfhearted attempt at a laugh. his head lifts from its spot, tiredly. give himself a better view. " i'm all ears. better hurry, though. i might fall asleep before you even get started. " the memory's fresh in his head now: leon, straddling dante. dozing off in the middle of one of their numerous nightly rendezvous—before becoming official. embarrassing for anyone else, for sure. not for him.

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i'm tired of being alone. i thought you might be, too. 🤪
" what gave it away? the fact i haven't kicked you out? " the smile he gives dante is bent at one corner, lopsided, unbecoming of a prince. truth is, the thought never crossed his mind. not even for a second. part of him assumes dante knows this, too, hence his remaining at the window leon unlatched for his entry merely a few minutes before.
the gleam of the night sky, and the helping of stars that come with it. frames dante like the legendary dark knight he's meant to be. like the legends he heard in the past, before the man officially came into his life. whispers between his parents, among common folk. even his mentor, who gave him little more than a name of the dark knight, the demon, who saved humanity and pledged fealty to one human woman: sparda. and now, his son has found his way into a different court. history is funny like that.
" stay, " he leans back against the wall of pillows behind him. " plenty of room here for the two of us. "
" he's the trouble maker of the two. " said trouble maker, otherwise known as bingo, looks to be on his best behavior today from what leon can see. new visitors get him like that. seems to have taken a liking to emily, especially, who currently lays with her on the wood floor of the shop. stretched out on his side, as his snout nudges at one of her hands. satisfied when her fingers carefully slip through his fur, the smile that arrives on her face shortly after. enough to draw one out of leon, too. stays with him as he returns his view to @lumined, grace, " he used to be a stray. dante would feed him outside until one day he walked in and made himself at home. after that, he never really left. " feels like it was only yesterday, the memory. " —you ever had a pet before, grace? "