𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 +* 𝗅𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
synopsis: leon is hurt after a mission he was forced to take, even against his own will. showing up at your apartment, you take him in. takes place shortly after leon comes back from Spain in re4.
tags: fluff, leon x doctor reader, mentions of violence/wounds.
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BANG, BANG, BANG.
You hear a heavy knock at your door. Alarmed, you check the clock next to your bed; 2am.
Who the fuck could be at your door at this hour?
Grabbing the taser from the drawer in your bedside table, you crawl out of the bed and slowly walk towards the door. You hear a groan coming from the outside. Carefully, you step closer to the door and take a breath before peering in the peephole. A man with straight, blonde hair is propped up against your door. With a gasp, you throw open the door so fast he almost falls through.
“Damn, y/n” leon mumbles as he stumbles in your apartment. He grunts as he makes his way to the living room and slumps onto the couch. He winces as he adjusts himself.
“Leon, what are you doing? What happened? Are you-?” the questions start pouring out of you, and then you glance down at his stomach. There a large gash in his side, and quite a lot of blood covering the fabric he’s clinging to his wound.
“Y/n, a little less questions if you don’t mind right now.” he winces again after taking the fabric off and glancing down at the gash. His eyes wandered down to your hands by your side, and he lets out a laugh. "A taser? Good thinking." Noticing that you are still clutching the taser, you place it down on the side table and can feel your face turn warm. "Yeah, whatever," you retort.
Moving forward to him, you begin to analyze the wound. It’s about one inch wide and looks to be around two inches deep. Looking up at him, you meet his eyes. A surge of urgency courses through you; he's not letting himself show just how much pain he is in.
Rushing towards the kitchen, you go straight for the cabinet full of medical supplies. You're currently four years into your medical residency on the way to becoming a doctor. Healing has been your whole life; you loved taking care of people. However, seeing Leon stumble into your apartment at 2am with an open wound from who knows what sends pain through your body. Grabbing stuff for stitches, some disinfectant, and ointment, you run back to Leon.
"Leon, what happened?" you ask while you motion for him to quickly take off his shirt so you can start working. Quickly taking his navy blue shirt off, he throws it to the floor and winces in pain at the movement. Sitting beside him, you begin to disinfect the wound to make sure there would not be an infection.
You could feel his icy-blue eyes boring into you as you work away. In other circumstances, this would have completely shot your nervous system.
"Mission with Carlos," he sighed under his breath. "One of the bastards happened to nick me when I was holding onto what I thought was the last one. Carlos managed to take down that one while I took out the one I already had my hands wrapped around. It's really not that big of a deal."
You stare back up at him as you prepare the needle for stitching in shock.
"Not a big deal?" you blurt out. "Leon, this wound could have taken YOU out."
Holding your gaze, a smirk starts to play across his lips.
"Well, it's a good thing I showed up on your doorstep then, right?". Feeling your face grow warm once again at his words, you look back down and begin stitching up the cut. You feel him draw a quick breath at the feeling. "Sorry, this is going to feel a little uncomfortable," you quietly say as you work away. A quiet moment passes.
"You need to be more careful, Leon. This could have been a lot worse than what it is. What if I wasn't here?" you ask. You hear him chuckle at this statement. "Where else would you be, y/n?" he responds while you can still feel his eyes burning a hole into you as he watches you work.
"Nowhere, I'm just saying..." you mumble. Since being in your residency, it's hard to have a life outside of working and studying. You don't do much; most of the time when you aren't working, you find yourself sitting in front of the TV, drinking a glass of wine, and eating cold takeout. When you are a doctor, it becomes your life practically. Sometimes, you don't even remember what you are like outside of doing your work.
Finishing up the stitching, you lightly rub some anti-biotic ointment on them.
"Okay, everything is put back together." you say as you gather your supplies to put back in the cabinet. A large hand falls over yours, which makes you halt what you're doing. Slowly, you lift your eyes to his face.
"Y/n" he says your name as if it's the most perfect word, dripping with a softness in his voice. "Thank you for helping me. I know it's late, but I didn't really know where to go. So, thanks for opening the door."
You flash him a soft smile. "Of course. You know I am here, even at the dead hours of the morning." you laugh.
A smile forms across his lips at the sound of your laugh. Hearing your laugh has been the best thing he's heard in a while. Getting up from the couch, you go to put the supplies back. Coming back to the living room, you can't help but notice that his shirt is still off and lying on the floor. Tearing your eyes from him, you go and plop yourself down next to him.
"How are you feeling?" you ask as you watch him investigate the stitched-up wound. He turns to face you, and the breath in your lungs is sucked right out of you. He is the most perfect person you have ever seen, even all beaten up and wounded.
"Better," he says softly as he stares back into your eyes, "Better now."
Lifting his hand up to your face, he places his palm onto your cheek. Your face fits perfectly into the mold of his hand, and you somewhat let yourself relax into his hand while closing your eyes. Ever since you can remember, you have always had the biggest crush on Leon. When your father introduced you to him, you could feel a shot of electricity go through you at every sight of him.
There had always been something between the two of you that drew you both towards each other.
The last time he touched you like this was when you thought it would be the last time you saw him.
When he told you that nothing could ever be.
You could feel your heart start to break all over again at the recollection of the memory.
"Leon," you sighed while your eyes were still closed. "What are you doing?...". His thumb starts to lightly rub your cheekbone. Opening your eyes, you're met with his.
"When I left for the mission in Spain, I knew there was a possibility of me not coming back." he says quietly. "I couldn't leave you with the pain if I never came back."
Taking his hand off your face, you abruptly stand from the couch. You feel the frustration start to take over.
"Why did you leave me like that? Why would you act as if there was never anything between us?" You start letting the words tumble out of you at a quick pace. "It drove me crazy; it made me feel crazy! It made me feel like what I thought I felt between us was something I made up. That I wasn't good enough. That-" you're stopped from continuing your rant when his hand lands on your mouth. Your tear-filled eyes lock onto his.
"You aren't crazy, y/n" Leon says with his hand still covering your mouth. "You think I said that because of all those things?" he searches your eyes for an answer.
"I said what I said before leaving because I couldn't bear the thought of your pain at losing me. It was a high-stakes mission with no guarantees of what could happen. The thought of you being in pain at the possibility of losing me was more unbearable than anything I faced while over there." he slowly takes his hand away from your mouth.
"You were with me the entire time I was there. You are the reason I kept going-" he says as he pulls out a small sliver of paper from his pocket. Unfolding it, he places it into your hand. Glancing down, you read the piece of crumbled-up paper.
"Good luck!" is written in your handwriting.
"Do you remember this?" he asks while cupping both hands around your face to make you face him. "You left that in my notes one day before a small mission I had to go on."
"You...you kept this?" you respond quietly. You can feel a tear start to roll down your face.
"Of course I kept it..." Leon says while brushing his thumb against the tear. "You mean everything to me." You both stare at each other as he closes the space between the two of you with his body.
You feel the guard you have been holding up for the past year break down instantly. Slowly, he leans his face more into yours, only centimeters away.
"I love you, y/n." you take in the smell of him, and it covers you in a blanket of comfort. "Nothing can keep me away from you. You are good enough; you are everything I have ever wanted." he lightly places his forehead on yours.
After a moment, you let your lips brush against his.
"I love you too, Leon." you speak into his mouth. Moving his arms, he wraps you into his embrace, and you clash your lips onto his.
After all this time, you can finally have what you both have wanted for so long.
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this was soooo fun to make i luvvv leon!! next working on some more dean stuff, but i also have a sam fic in the works for you girls. hope u enjoyed!
