the rain pattered against your bedroom windows. the ambiance it provided was all you could hear, aside from the frantic thrum of your pulse. leon smelled of fresh laundry and your shampoo. his hands were warm as they cupped your face.
you had practically pounced on him after his shower. his hair was still damp and his skin tender from the hot water. but you couldnât help but press your body against his.Â
his touch was gentle, almost reverent as he pressed his forehead against yours. his blue eyes stared into yours, as if he were trying to look into your soul. but then his lips connected with yours again, growing deeper as it shifted from tentative to something heavy and desperate. it didnât take long before you were both stumbling backward toward your bed.
he breaks away for a second, breathless. his eyes were dark and clouded with a mix of adrenaline and arousal. leon looked at you, then his gaze flicked to the shelf behind your head.
a row of plushies stare back at him with beady, plastic eyes.
leon pauses, a red flush creeping up his neck. âhold on,â he muttered.
âleon? whatâs wrong?â
he doesnât answer. instead, he reaches out for the stuffed bear and pivots it 180 degrees. then the frog. then the hello kitty. one by one, until theyâre all facing the wallpaper. leon sinks back down above you. his hands gently hold your face as he kisses you softly.Â
âthey donât need to see this,â he whispers, a shy smile tugging at his mouth. âprivate business.â
before you can tease him, his kisses began to trail down your neck, making it very clear that heâs done talking.
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summary: you've come down with a fever, and Leon decided you were more important than work.
wc: 817
tags: fluff, sickness comfort, feeding you and making sure you're comfortable <3, leon and his stupid flirting
a/n: first time posting hereâi haven't written fanfiction in years! starting off with some basic fluff because i'm a sucker for sickness comfort....
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This might just be the worst feeling ever.
You'd been looking forward to enjoying your tea when the first sip ruined it for you. You knew you'd get sick the moment you swallowed and felt that slight, irremediable feeling of dryness in the back of your throatâpromising at least a week of uncomfortable coughing and sniffling.
That was a couple days ago.
Now you're curled up in bed, every joint in your body aching, and sweat seeping through the back of your shirt and into the mattress as your body switched between hot flashes and goosebumps every thirty minutes. The promised coughing and sniffling are still there, as if you weren't already suffering enough.
But maybe things could be worseâbecause the cool cloth resting on your forehead was changed each time you asked, you didn't have to get up and fetch ibuprofen yourself, and you were even spoon fed. All thanks to the beautiful, grumpy-but-actually-really-sweet guy you call your boyfriend.
You'd texted Leon early in the morning, woken up by an uncomfortable burning sensation in your whole body and a horrible headache, thinking you'd just let him know you're sick the way anybody tells anything to their partner. At the sight of the read receipt, you figured he was already at work and just busyâthat lasted up until he unlocked your front door with his spare key fifteen minutes later.
"What are you doing hereâ" You'd asked, already confused and half-delirious from the fever.
"I said i had a family emergency. It's fine." He'd replied casually, as if he wasn't an important agent directly working under the President himself and supposed to be on duty 24/7.
He hadn't given you a choice, just ditched work and headed straight to your place the moment he got your message. Leon was the kind of person to choose the field over anything, until he met you.
The guy is married to his jobâbut that's only because he hasn't married you yet.
Not that he'd admit that.
He doesn't need to anyway, the way he's already striding back into your room with a tray full of snacks, some tea and a couple more pills is more telling than a hundred 'i love you's.
"How're you feeling?" Leon asked, eyes fixed on the tray as he carefully set it down on the night stand, hair falling over his eye as he bent down.
"Hot."
"That you definitely are." He replied, and you could see the corner of his lips twitch like he's suppressing a smirk. Always so proud of himself and his stupid flirting.
"Corny." You huffed, staying still as he removed the now lukewarm cloth from your forehead.
"You love it. Scooch over."
His hand pulled the covers back just enough for him to slide in next to you while you wriggled your way onto the other side of the bed.
"I'm gonna get you sick too..." You complained half-heartedly.
His arm is already slipping between your back and the mattress to pull you closer against his side, fingers curling around your waist.
"Don't care."
He reached towards the tray again with his free hand, picking up the cup of tea first and handing it to you, then the snacks. He opened one, and waited for the porcelain to leave your lips before holding up the sugary treat to it, waiting for you to take a bite.
Leon fed you and spoke quietly in an attempt to get your mind off of the pain and discomfort, his hand leaving your waist to come settle on the side of your head instead, thumb rubbing soothingly against your hair.
But the delirium soon had you rambling instead, slurring out anything that came to mind no matter how incoherent and stupid it was.
"But, likeâwould you attack me if you were infected? You love me, right?" You asked, voice muffled by your chewing.
"Baby," He huffed out a laugh through his nose, knuckles brushing against your temple. "If i was infected, i'd eat your heart first."
Your chewing stopped, your brows furrowing and your lips parting as your hazy mind processed his words. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find your confused state adorable.
"...Is that supposed to be romantic?" Your head tilted back against the headboard, glancing up at him like he's crazyâas if you're not the one asking ridiculous questions.
"It is, where i'm from." He shrugged, smirking down at you.
Your head lolled to the side, bumping against his shoulder. "You're weird." You mumbled, nose nuzzling against his bicep.
"You're dating me." He retorted teasingly, his palm warm against your scalp as he secured your head against him.
He could tell you were starting to get sleepy even as you kept mumbling incoherently, eyes blinking slow and breaths deepening.
Summary: After going on a movie date with your boyfriend, you decide youâve kept your hands to yourself long enough.
Pairing: re2!Leon x gf!reader
WC/tags: 2,458 / date night, finger fixation, making out, car sx, l bombs, so fluffy, established relationship, idiots in love, MDNI, no mention of RC
A/N: phew lawd this is some fluff. For my Softlyâs Locket series and day 19 of Swoon June, âdate nightâ @swoon-june
Date night at the movies is one of your favorites, had been since before you starting dating Leon.
You like how it freed up the pressure of talking, of having to be the center of attention. You didnât have to try to look nice while eating when you watched a movie. You didnât have to come up with conversation topics. All you had to do was sit back and enjoy the film with the person next to you.
Now you like movie dates because you get to hold his hand.
Leonâs fingers are laced with yours, his thumb brushing back and forth absentmindedly while his eyes are focused on the big screen in front of him. You try to focus, but your gaze keeps dropping to his hand, to his thumb moving slowly over your own, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
The credits began to roll, casting soft blue light across Leonâs face. He hadnât said a word during the whole film, just sat there quiet, steady, his hand warm in yours.
Now, as the theater lights slowly came up and people started shuffling out of their seats, he finally turned his head toward you. His eyes were softer than usual, not tired or serious like on duty, but relaxed. Happy.
Without saying anything yet, he lifts your joined hands slightly and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles before looking at you with that small smile, the one only you ever see.
Your heart constricts in your chest and you beam at him, blinking slightly as the theatre brightens.
âWhatâd you think?â He asks, and you cock your head. He laughs a little, standing up and pulling you with him. âOf the movieâŚ?â
âOh!â You laugh, and he continues to hold your hand as you make your way out. âIt was- uh, good. Yeah I liked it.â
Leon smirks, squeezing your hand as you walk out into the cool night. The theater parking lot is mostly empty now, just a few stragglers heading to their cars. He swings your joined hands slightly between you like an idiot in love, which he absolutely is.
âGood,â he says simply, then glances over with that quiet affection again, the kind that makes his whole face light up. âI liked holding your hand more than the movie though.â
Before you can respond, he leans down and kisses you, soft and sweet right there under a flickering streetlight.
Your steps falter, and your lashes flutter as you tilt your face, your lips pressing into his. Your heart rate goes double time in your chest, making you feel just the slightest bit dizzy.
One touch from him and youâre entirely his tonight.
His hand lets go of yours, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you closer. Your fingers find his belt, resting on the leather. Leon deepens the kiss without hesitation, his lips warm and insistent against yours. The cool night air fades away, and all you feel is him: the firm press of his mouth, the steady strength of his hand around the back of your neck, how perfectly it fits.
His belt clicks softly under your fingers as he leans into you more, one hand still cradling your jaw while the other finds its way to rest on your hip. He kisses like a man whoâs been saving it all up, patient but hungry.
After a few breathless seconds, he finally pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes blown and his cheeks a little pink before he brushes a stray hair from your face.
âMm, Kennedy,â you murmur, taking half a step back. âKeep kissing me like that and I donât know how Iâm supposed to keep all my clothes on.â
The flush on Leonâs cheeks spreads to his neck, a boyish grin pulling at his mouth. âI- wouldnât be mad about that.â
You scoff, raising a brow at him. âOh yeah?â
He shrugs, sliding into the drivers seat as you sit in the passengers, crossing your legs and flattening your skirt. âJust a bit.â
Putting the car in drive, he makes a left turn, and you watch him, your lip sliding between your teeth. You squirm, the pressure of wanting him building up between your thighs and you lean over the center console, pressing your lips to his ear. âTake me somewhere.â
Leonâs breath hitches the second your lips brush his ear, and for a split second, he forgets how to drive. His foot slips off the clutch, clunk and the car lurches slightly before he recovers.
The dashboard lights glow softly on his face as you lean in closer, your warm breath ghosting over his skin. Your mouth dips, and you press a light kiss to his lobe.
He swallows hard.
Without a word, Leon shifts gears with more purpose than ever before. The engine hums to life beneath him as he pulls out of the theater a lot faster than strictly legal, but who cares? Not tonight.
In seconds, he's making sharp turns through quiet streets, and you mouth at his ear lazily. He clears his throat as he throws the car into park.
You arenât sure where he parked or if itâs clear but you canât find it in yourself to care. Leon is pulling off his seatbelt and leaning forward, pressing his mouth to yours so hard your teeth clink.
A small giggle passes your lips as his hands find your waist, long fingers digging in and your hand slides down his chest, to the apparent bulge in his jeans. He inhales sharply and you palm him as your mouths dance, and you sit up on your knees of the passenger side.
Leon pulls back and grips the seat handle, cranking it so that his chair goes back as far as possible. You look at him, with his blown eyes and pouty lips and oh, you could eat him.
âCâmere,â he whispers and itâs a desperate sound. âCâmere, baby.â
You straddle his lap carefully, you skirt riding up your thighs, exposing skin and he leans up, kissing you again. His hand slips between you, a feather light touch to your panties and you nod, encouraging him. No matter how many times he fucks you, he can always use some encouragement.
âLeon,â you whisper, and lick into his mouth. âWant you.â
Leon groans the second your tongue slips into his mouth, and his fingers curl against the damp fabric of your panties. Heâs always so careful with you, even when heâs desperate, his hands are shaking a little as he presses a finger to your clit.
His other hand grips your hip hard as you settle fully on his lap, and that small movement makes him throb beneath you. The space is tight in the front seat, the steering wheel digs into your back slightly, but neither of you care.
He breaks the kiss just to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and along your neck. His teeth graze softly over that spot behind your ear, the one that always gets a reaction from you, and then he nips gently before soothing it with his lips.
You lean up, letting him unzip his jeans and youâre tugging your panties to the side. His cock springs free, pale and hard and he runs it through your folds. You give a small gasp, rutting your hips against him and Leon bites his lower lip as he watches with glasses eyes.
He has such pretty eyes.
âCanât get enough of you,â he mutters, fisting his base as you settle on the head, and slowly sink down. Both of you moan, loud and unapologetic before you splay your hands on his chest. He looks up at your face, jaw slack. âSâokay?â
You smile, cupping his face and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth. âPerfect.â
His hands fly up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he kisses you again, deep and slow this time. Youâre on him. Taking all of him. So tight and warm around his cock, moving with such careful trust, and God, it wrecks him.
He breaks the kiss to press his forehead against yours, breathing unevenly as you rock on his lap just slightly, just savoring each other. His hips twitch upward instinctively for more friction but he stops himself; this is your pace tonight.
One hand slides down into your hair while the other grips your ass through fabric-covered skin, gentle possession mixed with awe that someone so incredible wants him.
âLove you,â he murmurs, and you nod, your nose brushing his. âSo much.â
âLove you more.â You whisper and you realize with a little drive of your hips you mean it. Youâre so in love with him it makes you dizzy.
Hand on his chest, you settle into an easy bounce, the movement deep and smooth. His forehead is slicked with sweat, and the only sound filling the car is the gentle slap slap of skin on skin.
Leonâs eyes flutter shut, his breath coming in shallow gasps as you move on him- slow, sweet rolls of your hips that make every nerve light up. Each motion pulls a quiet moan from his throat, the kind heâd never let anyone else hear. Raw and tender and yours. Only yours.
His hands slide under your skirt now, warm palms spreading over the backs of your thighs to feel more of you, skin on skin, and he leans forward to kiss along your collarbone between soft pants.
He doesnât rush it. Doesnât try to flip you or take control; he lets you make the decisions. Your mouth finds his and you kiss him fully, letting your eyes close as his tongue swipes at yours.
âI-Iâm-â
âI know,â you coo, and your hips go faster. He shakes his head, gripping your thighs harder.
âBut I want you toâŚfeel good.â You can see the blush in his cheeks and itâs the prettiest thing.
âI feel good making you feel good,â you hum, and he smiles back. âOkay?â
Leon doesnât answer, instead he slides one hand to the junction between your thighs, and circles until you make a small gasping sound. He found the spot, he always does, and he watches you with an intense gaze as your lips part, pleasure sweeping over your features.
Leonâs thumb keeps moving in slow, precise circles, firm but gentle pressure right where you need it. He knows your body so well now, every hitch of breath, every tiny arch of your back.
The look on his face is pure devotion, the way he watches you unravel for him like itâs the most sacred thing in the world. His other hand still holds one thigh open for him, and his hips twitch upward slightly with each bounce to meet yours deeper.
A soft whimper slides from your mouth and youâre pitching forward, clutching to him as that fuzzy warmth glides over you.
âThatâs it,â he murmurs, and youâre squeezing him so well he knows heâs not far behind. âThere you go.â
Youâre panting when you come down from your high, but you donât stop your movements. You bounce on him quicker now, with purpose, and the hand on your thigh tightens as he floods you.
Leonâs whole body goes taut beneath you, his back arches slightly against the seat, his mouth drops open in a silent oh, and then he spills inside you with a shuddering gasp.
He doesnât make loud noises. Not ever. But the way his breath hitches, how his eyes squeeze shut for one long second, pure bliss, tells you everything.
His hips stutter up into yours on instinct as wave after wave hits him, and he pulls your body flush to his chest so he can bury his face in your neck. He kisses there rapidly, wet little pecks mixed with panting breaths, as if thanking every inch of skin.
You stay there, letting him hold you as you both come down, and when you slide from his lap to your seat, you can feel his spend on your thigh.
âS-sorry,â he blurts, like heâs embarrassed, and reaches into his backseat. âI have a shirt somewhere-â
He hands you a folded tshirt and you can tell itâs clean. You wipe up your inner thigh before adjusting your underwear and skirt, and Leon zips up his jeans. Itâs hot in the car, the windows a bit stuffy, and he rolls them down. He watches you clean up with quiet attentiveness, his cheeks still pink. Heâs not usually embarrassed after sex, especially not with you, but thereâs something tender about how he watches you. Like he wants to make sure it was good for you, too.
Once the shirt is discarded and tucked back where it came from Leon leans over and kisses your temple before starting the car. The engine purrs to life as he checks his mirrors, then glances at you. âWant me to take you home? Or⌠wanna go get ice cream?â
You grin. âPost sex ice cream sounds fantastic.â
He puts the car into drive with a smile, and his hand finds your thigh. You lace your fingers with his, and press a kiss to the back of his hand.
âThat was-unexpected.â He chuckles and you give a little shrug.
âI- yeah,â you murmur a little sheepish. âSorry I kind of, jumped your bones there.â
Leon squeezes your thigh, his thumb brushing over the soft fabric of your skirt. âDonât be sorry,â he says quickly, voice warm. âI loved it.â
He brings your joined hands up to press a kiss to yoursâright on the knucklesâand then rests them back down.
âHonestly? Best date night ever.â A lazy grin spreads across his face as he drives toward a 24-hour diner known for their milkshakes and fries. The kind of place couples go after midnight with messy hair and smudged lipstick.
The streetlights paint gold streaks across his profile, the strong line of his jaw, that sweet little scar above his eyebrow from an old training accident, and you just stare for a second because God, youâre so lucky.
âFuck!â you laugh, and slap a hand over your eyes.
Leon blinks at you in surprise before he turns off the car. âwhat?â
You tilt your head before shaking it. âI just- when did I become such a sap? Like Iâm pathetic when it comes to you.â
âYouâre not a sap,â Leon chuckles, and contemplates you. âYouâre justâŚa lovergirl. in love with me,â his voice drops, a little shy again. âI think.â
You smile, wide and full as you lean close to him, your noses brushing before you nod. âYouâre right, officer. I really am.â
Leon had never realized just how small babies were until he finally held his own. As he rocks her back and forth, attempting to get her to fall asleep, he realizes that sheâs almost as tiny as his hand. The tiny human that is half of him, yet not even one fourth his size.
Sheâs small, but sheâs a little bundle of energy, heâll give her that. As Leonâs eyes shut on their own, she looks up at him with wide eyes.
âCâmon, letâs go to sleep,â Leon says, hoping that sheâll magically understand. Yet she looks at him with wide eyes, absolutely full of energy. Leon swore he was a ball of energy until he had a babyâ Now he knows what being sleep deprived truly is.Â
He closes his eyes, tilting his head to the side and letting out a fake snore to encourage her to sleep. It doesn't work in his favor, on the contrary, she giggles. Leon canât help but chuckle at her reaction, kissing the top of her head and saying, âGuess that was funny, wasnât it? Iâm a pretty funny guy.â
âItâs late, honey. Wonât you let your daddy sleep?â he tries to argue, knowing that no amount of logic will get to her. âYou seriously donât want another baba? Itâs three in the morning, honey.â
He looks down at her, hoping to see her eyes get heavy and a yawn escape her face. But no, sheâs looking up at him curiously. He throws his head back, letting out a laugh in disbelief. He knows he wonât get any sleep tonight.
He just wants to get back to you and succumb to slumber, but it seems that his daughter has other plans for him. Itâs fine though, sheâll never be this tiny ever again and heâll make sure to enjoy every moment. He canât think of a better way to lose sleep.
you felt awful. the congestion in your throat was near suffocating, and the feeling of one of your nostrils being clogged while the other was perfectly clear was so incredibly infuriating. to make matters worse, you were running a fever, and you felt disgusting. all you could do was lay there in you and leon's shared bed, head propped up on two pillows while lazily watching a reality tv show with vicks vapor rub infused tissue shoved up your nostrils to stop the never ending runny nose from leaking down any further.
you heard the creak of the bedroom door, and shortly after, leon's head peeked in before he stepped in quietly, carrying a fresh mug of something steaming. seeing you like this made him a little worried for you, but he had to admit, it was kind of endearing. he didnât laugh, but the corner of his mouth twitched a little bit at your current state.
"looking real deadly there, baby," he said, voice low and teasing but soft nonetheless. he set the mug on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. you groaned quietly, rolling your eyes as you strained your head to view the tv which he was so rudely blocking. you'd just gotten to the good part, too, you think.
as much as you tried to be annoyed at his sarcastic little comment, you don't have the heart to be upset. he'd specifically informed sherry he'd be unable to accept any mission requests until you got better, and she politely told him to take all the time he neededâ even offered to drop off some extra meds and soup on her way through the city. deep down, you were infinitely grateful for him being here with you. having him was much better than suffering alone.
"oh shut it, kennedy. i'm dying here," you say, glaring at him with no real malice behind your eyes. you cough a bit, throat raspy and raw from speaking after hours of silently watching the terribly scripted yet undeniably entertaining reality tv show.
leon reaches towards you, pressing a large hand to your forehead then your cheek with concerned eyes as he scanned your features meticulously. his hand felt blessedly cool against you, your eyes even fluttering a bit from how relieving it felt. he hums, a slight frown forming on his face upon surveying you. "yeah, i can tell. fever's still up. you're burning, sweetheart," leon murmured, his voice low and rough with worry. he kept his hand on your cheek a moment longer, thumb slowly stroking your cheek, and you leaned into it, a sigh leaving your lips.
"gonna have to work on this fever, baby," he declares, a fond expression gracing his features when your eyes flick open to his. you pout, huffing out a breath exasperatedly as you remember just how annoyingly sick you are. leon's presence satiated you a bit, and his gentle touch definitely aided you, even if you were embarrassingly snotty and germ-ridden. "let me run you a cool bath. can't stand to see you like this," he says softly. without waiting for an answer, he reaches over, pulling the mucus-clad tissues out of your nose and throwing it in the small garbage bag you had next to you whenever the tissue got too full.
you groan in embarrassment and try to turn your face away, but he catches your chin lightly and makes you look at him. "hey. none of that," he murmurs. "youâre sick. i've seen way more disgusting things out there. a little snot isn't gonna bother me," his voice is soft yet firm, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he holds your gaze. you still feel a little bit mortified, but the way he says it eases some of the shame you felt. you nod slowly, and leon hums, taking your hand in his as he guides you out of the bed you'd practically made your own germ nest.
once you make it to the bathroom, leon lets the water run for a bit, occasionally putting his hand under the water to check the temperature. he helps you out of your clothes, which was only one of his old raccoon police department shirtsâ now slightly damp with sweatâ and your underwear.
he helps you into the lukewarm bath, supporting your weight as you sink in. the cool water makes you shiver and let out a pitiful whine, but leon stays right there, kneeling beside the tub with one arm behind your back so you donât slip. "i know, baby. i know it feels cold," he soothes, guiding you down further until you've fully submerged into the bathtub. "but your feverâs too high. gotta bring it down a little."
leon stays right there on his knees beside the tub, sleeves rolled up, never taking his eyes off you. he scoops water with his free hand and lets it trickle slowly over your shoulders and neck, repeating the motion in a steady rhythm. eventually, your body gets used to the temperature of the water, and you find yourself leaning back in the bath, sighing contently as your eyes flutter at the soothing feeling.
leonâs expression softens even more when he sees the tension leave your face. the corner of his mouth lifts in a small, relieved smile. "that's it, just relax, baby," he hums, scooping up more water in his hands and watching as your muscles begin to relax under his attentive care. "that's better, huh?" you hum softly, eyes flickering over to his, and manage a small, tired smile. even through the fever and congestion, gratitude swells in your chest so strongly it almost hurts. you're so eternally grateful for him.
leonâ the one who risks his life every single day for the sake of the world, whoâs seen and survived hell more times than anyone shouldâ is on his knees beside a bathtub, patiently pouring lukewarm water over your sick, sweaty body like thereâs nowhere else heâd rather be. heâs here, sleeves rolled up, gently washing you like youâre the most precious thing heâs ever protected. you almost feel like you should be the one comforting him like this.
leon catches the look in your eyes and tilts his head slightly, reading you the way he always does. "whatâs that look about?" he asks quietly, his hand moving to cradle the side of your neck, thumb stroking just under your jaw. you nuzzle into his hand, your own hand moving up to blanket his as you stare into his soft, comforting blue eyes.
"i... just love you so much, leon," you whisper, the words scratchy and raw from your sore throat, but full of quiet sincerity. "you're always taking care of everyone else, but... just feels like it should be the other way around sometimes," you confess, and leon's thumb stops moving for a second. his gaze softens, something pained yet tender flickering across his face. he leans in closer, resting his forehead gently against yours, unbothered by the heat radiating off your body.
"baby..." he breathes, voice low and rough with emotion. he stays there for a moment, just breathing with you, before pulling back enough to look you in the eyes again. he grabs your hand tenderly, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles as he stares at you with all the love in the world. "you do take care of me. hell, you're the only reason i find myself wanting to keep going in this world," he confesses, squeezing your hand fondly while rubbing circles into your clammy hands. your heart stutters, the words so incredibly profound and endearing as you hold eye contact with him.
"i love you too. and i can't... i can't even begin to put it into words how much i do," he whispers, thumb still stroking your hand like itâs something fragile. you could feel your throat tighten up, and somehow, it's way less painful than the raw soreness thatâs been there all day.
you feel your eyes sting at his confession, the fever making everything feel ten times more intense. "leonâŚ" you rasp, throat tight with more than just congestion. his free hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb gently brushing away a tear that slips free before it can fall into the bathwater.
"hey... hey, don't cry, baby," he says, voice impossibly soft as he strokes your cheek lovingly. he leans in to press a kiss to your heated forehead, and somehow, it's like all your worries about him quiet for a minute. the firm pressure of his lips, the coolness of his skin against your burning foreheadâ it's all unbelievably grounding. leon lingers there, mouth pressed to your forehead like he can will the fever and the overwhelming emotions away. when he finally pulls back, his blue eyes are warm and soft as he stares at you like you're the most precious thing to him. which, you are.
you try to speak again but it comes out as a weak, congested sniffle. leon just shushes you gently, pressing another kiss to your temple, then the bridge of your nose, then the corner of your eye where another tear threatens to fall.
"i know," he whispers between kisses. "you donât have to say anything else, baby. i feel how much you care," he coos, pulling back to stare into your glossy eyes. "but don't you go worrying your pretty little head about me. let's focus on you getting better, yeah?" he reassures you, raising his brows while waiting for your response.
you manage a tiny, congested "okay," your voice raspy and wrecked from the mucus that had settled in your throat. your eyes stay locked on his, glassy and tired, but full of so much affection it makes your chest feel tight. leon nods, a lopsided smile creeping onto his features as he leans in once more, pressing a soft kiss between your brows before resting his forehead against yours again. the love you feel for him is so powerful, so profound, almost reverent as you sigh and close your eyes to relish in the moment. you swear you could stay like this with him forever, even if you were all snotty and congested.
but, for the first time since you got sick, the ache in your body feels just a little more bearable, and your heart feels a little less heavy with him here with you.
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nierâs note đď¸: a request from my lovely moot @reneiseepy!! i lowkey started tearing up writing this it's so fucking sweet hello:( i love leon sm you guys dont even im not normal about him:') love u and enjoy mwa xoxo
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a little birdie told me that my works have been copied, word for word, by user @leonsbunni . she has me blocked, so i couldnât find out on my own, but two of âher ficsâ on her masterlist are my worksâcopied by the exact letterâexcept itâs changed to âleonâ from the game resident evil.
i have no idea what this person thought they would achieve with this. maybe they loved the little attention theyâre getting by copying my fics and getting 1k+ notes on them, people praising and supporting them unknowingly . . . whatever it is, this behavior is absolutely unacceptable. plagiarism is never okay.
thatâs why i decided to make this little announcement so other writers donât have to go through this with said account & to prevent this from happening again. for the readers to know that she has not written anything herself & to spread this so no one will unknowingly support a copycat.
please spread the word and block / report her. thank you !
below are the screenshots;
i have yet to find out who the fic âmidnight cravingsâ is from / if they actually wrote it themselves bcs im sceptical of everything. if anyone has read it before and knows who she copied that from, if she did, let me know.
UPDATE REGARDING HER âAPOLOGYâ:
this is funny because i literally had been urging her to make an apology/statement on her own through our dms. i have been the person to suggest it to her, she couldnât come up with it on her own. which, again, is sad.
sheâs still trying to victimise herself and downplay her failed plagiarism. she kept trying to convince me she had apologised multiple times before in her dms with me, but she really hasnât, until i basically forced it out of her with my own messages. again, she canât do shit herself.
also, about homophobic/racial slurs being sent to her, i clearly have told her three times i havenât put up anyone to do this. i even told my mutuals to just block her and not send her hate, and she knows of this, but is trying to pin it on me. what my thousands of followers and the people of different fandoms whoâve seen this post, is not my responsibility as i have never put them up to it. i do not condone using any bigoted language either, which i have told her multiple times, but sheâs still trying to villainise me badddd.
i would have loved some evidence on that part of the hate, but she never sent it. her asks, comments, reblogs and dms were quickly all off so i have no idea how she received âsuch hateâ either. she might be lying to get sympathy point lol
anyway, she is trying to sound like she did no wrong. i had to be the adult and stop the convo at one point bcs she kept being more heated about it and trying to downplay everything, so that i did.
i told her, if she makes a new account let it be her own writing. if she plagiarises again, i will not hesitate to use my platform to get her new account too.
fuck around and find out đ
(also if anyone knows of her other blog(s), please let me know)
outside your hospital room, faint conversations and rushed footsteps can be heard. inside, calm fills the room, silence except the small noises of your new born babygirl.
your body still aches a little bit from labour, your head rests against the soft pillow of the hospital and your hands on top of your still swollen belly. so you really appreciate the silence after all.
leon has been holding her for the entire night, telling you that ¨you need to rest¨ which is true, but he also doesnât want to place her on her crib.Â
she shifts slightly on leonâs arms, grabbing gently her fatherâs thumb, making leon smile softly.
his shoulders are tense, way too tense. he canât stop thinking ¨what if i drop her¨ or ¨what if i hold her too hard¨ your baby doesnât seem to care, sheâs too comfortable and too fast asleep.Â
you know your husband, heâs always beating himself up trying to make everything perfect and your daughter is no exception.
¨leon, you wonât drop her.¨
leon shakes his head smiling as he makes his way to you, sitting down on the small couch next to your bed.
you glance over at your babygirl. she looks so peaceful, curled up against leonâs chest with her tiny hands grabbing his shirt. since the doctors told you the parents heartbeat shootes the baby heâs been doing it non-stop.
¨sheâs⌠sheâs so tiny¨ leon looks at you, his eyebrows are soft.
¨yes, she is¨ you whisper smiling softly at her sight.
leonâs hand brushes against your cheek, caressing it softly. he tucks back a strand of your hair that has fallen off your messy bunÂ
¨i canât believe sheâs finally here⌠after everything.¨
you smile at him, cupping his face with your hands. as best as you can, trying to ignore the small pain down your abdomen, you lean over to give him a soft kiss.
âŚ
a peaceful routine soon takes over your days. you and leon enjoy the non rushable pace of your lives, leon especially.
when youâre cooking dinner heâd be in the living room with her. you have told leon multiple times to place her in the small baby hammock you got for her. yet, whenever youâre back from the kitchen, the hammock will be empty and leonâs arm will be busy, rocking his daughter gently.Â
¨sheâs more comfortable.¨ he says.
rightâŚ
at night, leonâs favourite routine.Â
youâre standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for bed. you brush your hair gently, but your eyes wander to leon. he is sitting down at the edge of the bed, next to the baby crib. talking to her like she understands every word her father say.
¨when i met your mom, she was the best thing that ever happened to me⌠now, youâre too.¨ his fingers brush against her tiny hands. ¨youâre so small. donât rush up growing, yeah?¨
yet, calm is never eternal. especially to leon with his demanding job.
it was another normal day, morning spring unfolding like always.
you just finished your breakfast and youâre dressing up your baby to go on a nice walk outside. sun is out and the weather is perfect.
leon is still finishing his coffee, watching you from the door frame.
¨green suits you perfectly, baby.¨ you lean in and place a small kiss on your babyâs belly making her laugh ¨yes, it does.¨ you smile when your heard her small chuckles.
you take her into your arms, sheâs been growing so fast you miss when she was just a small baby. you place at least, a thousand kisses all over her face before turning to leon.Â
¨right, daddy? doesnât green suit her?¨ you say as you make your way to leon which is smiling like an idiot at the sight.
¨of course it does. sheâs the prettiest girl in the whole world.¨ he kisses her cheek making her squirm and his beard tickles her soft cheek.
the sound of leonâs phone cuts through the moment, startling your baby, making her cry a little.
¨shh- honey, itâs okayâŚÂ¨ you say rocking her softly walking outside the room.
leon answers his phone, yet he wish he never did.Â
the voice on the other end cuts through his paternal leave, his calm and his time with you both.
¨we need you tomorrow for an emergency mission.¨ and with that the call ends.
leon sets down the phone at the small coffee table. harsh, almost breaking his phone and the table.
¨youâve got to be shitting me..¨
that night, leon would be on his usual spot, whispering promises to his daughter.
¨i donât want to leave you and your mother alone⌠christ, youâre only 2 months old, how can they-¨ he cuts himself mid sentence, feeling anger creeping up.Â
you walk over to him and sit down right beside him, grabbing his free arm. heâs sitting down next to her crib, his left arm rest on the edge of the crib.
¨iâll be home before you even notice, babygirl. i promise.¨ he says, trying to convince himself more than her.Â
he gets up and places a small kiss on her forehead. leon sits back down, letting out a long and tired sigh as he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to hug you and buries his face in your neck.
¨iâll be home soon, baby. call me if anything goes wrong and iâll be here on a heartbeat, alright?¨ he whispers against your neck, placing a soft kiss there.
heâs not the crying type, but tonight, he feels like heâs about to break.
¨i love you both so much.¨Â
¨we love you too, leon.¨
âŚ
leon has been gone for a little bit over three weeks now. heâs counting the days to get back home.
itâs nighttime, rain pouring over his tent.
is his watch so his minds wanders even more than when heâs on the combat field.
soon, his daughter will be three months old and he wonât be able to be there.
his rifle rests in his arms, his gun feels heavy. this isnât what his arms are supposed to carry. all he thinks about is his babygirl, sleeping in his arms, curled up against his chest as he stares at her for hours.
his chest tightens at the thought of both of you, his whole world now, making him shift on his seat.
his thoughts are cut off at the buzzing of his phone in his pocket.
rain pours against your house as you place your babygirl in your bed. sheâs been restless ever since leon left. a warm bubbly bath with lavender baby soap has been helping her to sleep a little bit more.Â
you let out a long sigh dressing her in her cute brown pajamas with bears on it. since leon left the house it has fallen in this awful silence and melancholic atmosphere.Â
youâd often find yourself talking more to your baby so that the silence is not too much. folding clothes that donât need folding. cleaning the same area twice. and even sleeping on leonâs side of the bed.
your daughter has been missing him too. not being able to fall asleep as soon as she would when leon talks to her. crying more easily. reaching towards the door when she hears small noises outside.
you take your baby into your arms, rocking her gently as you look out your bedroom window. she coos lightly and grips your hoodie lightly, itâs actually leonâs but putting it on makes you feel closer to him.
¨you miss daddy, donât you, baby?¨ you hug her softly.
you glance down at her, she has her eyes closed and her pacifier twitches softly. she looks like leon, even as a baby. her hair is lighter than leonâs dirty blonde and her eyes are like his icy blue color.Â
you look down at her little pajamas pants, which rest above her ankles. you smile softly. happy because sheâs growing but sad because leon is not here to experience.
¨youâre growing so fast⌠tomorrow we have to go get you new clothes. youâre going to be 3 months old¨
you snap a pic of your baby grasping his hoodie and send it to leon.
¨missing you.¨Â
next day, late afternoon you decide to snap a picture of your baby and send it to leon with her new clothes on.
¨i think yellow suits her too.¨
leonâs phone buzzes as he finishes todayâs report.Â
his heart bounces lightly and the sight of his baby. he smiles but soon notices the new shirt she has on.
¨new clothes?¨Â
you smile softly before typing back.
¨sheâs growing so fast.¨Â
leon zooms back into the pic. his daughter looks more awake, gummy smile appearing more often and clothes that actually fit her.Â
the grip on his phone tightens slightly, realizing growth happens even when heâs not there.
âŚ
leon steps through the main door, setting his bag down on the floor.
you stand there, tight chest and tears threatening to come out the second leonâs arms embrace you in a soft hug. itâs not the first time heâs gone but this time it hits you harder.
his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. leon feels floating, like a dream. all the times during the mission were he felt he wasnât going to make it start to catch up to him.
feeling the knot at the end of his throat, tears building up slowly in his eyes.
¨iâve missed you both so much¨ he mutters against your lips. ¨are you both okay?¨
¨weâve missed you too⌠yes, weâre okay.¨
leonâs finally home and back in his usual spot at nighttime.
he doesnât care if itâs like 4 am and he needs to rest, he will stare at his daughter until sheâs awake.
he notices how sheâs a bit bigger and of her little feet peak at the end of her little blanket. his jaw tenses, thinking he hasnât been there when his daughter is growing up, even if it was for a brief time.
¨im here, babygirl. i told you iâll get back to you, didnât i?¨
pic credit to IsaDhax on X!
hey divas, girl dad leon has permanently altered my brain chemistry.
also i finished playing re6 leon campaing and he's so fine oml so expect more of him.
