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Have been plucking away at a 20k+ fic because of a single scene I had to type out while trying to edit for a diff fandom <_< in the final third of the fic now so figured I'd share a little.
not the whole scene but here is part of the opening.
“Tell me it’s not true.”
Recipient of the demanding tone has Leon S. Kennedy lifting his head abruptly from where he nurses a beer. Not one to turn down masochistic tendencies, he’d ordered the beverage an hour ago and not taken a single sip. The hoppy scent curls under nose, tickles the back of his throat with and itch that scratches the base of his brain with blunt nails. The urge to take a swig is a low, burring scream he’s managed to resist by pealing the label off the heavily sweating bottle. Not even hard liquor and his mouth salivates for it. He’s worse than a dog in heat. “Dunno, depends on what I’m being accused of. Could have done it.” The lazy smile he shoots one Chris Redfield—and isn’t this just the worst case of Deja Vu to have? Different bar and circumstances, yet feeling all too damn familiar. He’s not taken a sip and still feels the other mans disappointment settle over him heavily—is clearly unappreciated, given the immediate frown and aggressive boot stomps in his direction.
“Oh boy, here we go.” Leon mutters, hand slipping from bottle to bar top, he spins in place to fully face whatever shitstorm is being brought his way. Should have noticed when the bartender stopped coming ‘round to scowl at him and tap the chipped wood finish, prompting Leon into sliding over bill after bill just to continue to sit and torture himself. Been a few minutes, at least. Fuck, I’m out of it.
Front door swinging open behind Chris reveals the unfairly muscled BSAA agents sister, expression a firestorm as colorful as her hair.
Chris had sent a text to you early in the morning, waking up to the buzz of your phone on the wooden bedside table. You pick up your phone that dimly illuminated the dark room. The time standing out to you before seeing the text notification. 4am. You open your phone, the lock screen a picture of you and Chris together.
"Hey, beautiful. Just arrived back at the BSAA. I have some things to do before I can come home, I'll be back around lunch time. XXX"
You smile at the text, he liked to put those three X's at the end of most of his texts he sent to you. Starting to type back you yawn and wipe an eye free of the sleepy dust accumulated.
"Alright. Make sure you get some rest😘" You personally enjoyed the cute emojis that just came in.
"What are you doing up? Did I wake you? I didn't mean to."
"It's okay, I woke up not too long ago for some reason, was trying to get back to sleep." You lied, hoping it would make him feel better.
"Okay, See you in a few hours. XXX"
And there were those three X's once again. You smile happily at your phone and turn off the bright screen your eyes had now adjusted to, placing it face up on the side table on your side of the bed once again.
You kick your legs under the blankets, exited that your long time boyfriend was coming back home after a week of being away with work. You knew exactly what he did, he had in fact saved you on a mission about 4 years back. He was so caring, wanting to make sure you were alright after the fact, taking you out on a few breakfast runs to get you used to being out around normal people once again. It was then he started to fall for you, and you for him.
Falling back asleep after a little while, trying to get your mind to calm down. Waking up with the sun streaming through your bedroom window at 7:58am you get up and decide to go for a shop. You wanted to make him his favourite meal for when he came home.
Showering after you woke up a little more, you get dressed and head out to get the ingredients to make a salmon chowder. It reminded him of home back on his farm in the Arklay Mountains near Raccoon City.
Coming home after having breakfast while you were shopping you start to give the house a small clean, just to make sure it's all clean for when Chris came home. You then started to cook the Salmon Chowder an hour before lunch time. As it was simmering away in the kitchen bot you are sitting at the kitchen table. It was more of a glorified café table, big enough with room to spare for the two of you.
Your eyes were pulled from the game you were playing on your phone as you hear the front door being unlocked, and opened.
You feel your heart leap out of your chest when you see Chris walking through the door. Standing up his eyes were immediately drawn to your movement as he closed the door behind him. A smile on his face as you saw just how banged up and bloody he was. Blood covering his clothes where his tactical vest hadn't been covering his torso, his pants covered in blood and grime, and his face. Poor man. He looked like he had been slammed into a wall repeatedly.
"Hey, Beautiful." He greets you as you walk up to him, your brows turned up in worry at the state he was in.
"Hey, handsome... Look at you." You say walking up to stand in front of him. "You look tired." You say reaching up and placing your right hand on his left cheek where most of the damage had been delt. "Have you gotten any sleep at all?"
Chris leans into your touch, his head nodding at your question. "Yeah.. I managed to get an hour of sleep in while in quarantine." He gives a gentle smile.
"Quarantine?" That didn't sound good. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a bit banged up. What's that smell? You didn't cook Salmon Stew did you?" He asked smelling the aroma that filled the entire house.
"Yep! Just for you!" You lean forwards to give him a hug but he quickly puts his hands up to place on your shoulders.
"I'm covered in blood, I should have a shower before you hug me."
You pout. "I don't care though, I just want to hug you."
"I know, I want to hug you too." He says starting to take off his boots, picking them up to take into the bathroom with him to clean them of the blood and guts. "I'll be quick. I promise." He smiled and side steps around you at a slight distance.
You turn to face him as he walks around you, standing there with your arms crossed over your chest. A finger tapping your arm as you watch Chris walk down the hallway and turn into the bathroom. You did have an ensuite in your bedroom, but when he would come home all covered in blood like this, he would go to the main bathroom.
You decide to check on the salmon chowder and it looked cooked, taking a spoon you try some and hum. Turning off the stove you allow it to sit there with the lid on to keep the warmth as you make your way to the bathroom, opening the door you lean against the threshold. Chris was mid-removing his belt as you had opened the door. His BSAA shirt and black, sleeveless turtleneck removed and draped over the edge of the bath.
Chris gives you a smirk and continues removing the belt from his cargo pants. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all." You bite your bottom lip. You had missed him so much.
"Shouldn't you make sure the chowder doesn't boil over?" He starts to unbutton and unzip his pants. Stepping out of them, tossing them on his shirts.
"Nope.. It's finished, I turned off the stove." You smirk as you watch him walk over to the shower, opening the large glass door to turn the water on and start it running.
"So you're just going to watch me?"
"If I'm allowed to?"
Chris just shakes his head and walks over to you, looking up at him as he looks down to you he pressed his index finger to your shoulder and pushes right on a pressure point. You wince and step back.
"Hey!" You say as he closed the door slowly in your face. A big smile on your face as you turn and walk to the lounge room connected to the kitchen and sit down on the lounge. You decide to pass the time by reading a book you had left on the coffee table.
After a good 20 minutes Chris emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist as he carried his clothes to the laundry. Throwing his clothes in a bucket, filling it with cold water and washing powder to let his clothes soak. He then walks to your shared bedroom, getting dressed in some black trackie dacks and a loose, light blue t-shirt.
When he walks back out towards the kitchen to dish himself up some food you were already standing there, holding two bowls filled with the salmon chowder. A butter and cut bread roll soaking in the soup.
"Here you go." You smile and walk over placing the bowl in his hand. You watch as he placed the bowl down on the bench beside you both. Taking yours he does the same and then pulls you into his body.
A small squeak leaves your mouth as you didn't expect the sudden pull. Looking up into Chris' eyes he gives you a smile before leaning down to press his lips to yours. You reach your arms up over his neck, feeling his hands on your back hold you tight.
Pulling away from the kiss he rests his forehead against yours.
"I missed you so much, (Y/N)."
"I missed you too, Chris. I should patch you up after we eat." You say pulling away from his hold. You wanted to stay in his hold but you were hungry, and sure he had to be as well.
"Sounds good." He smiles as he takes his bowl, walking over to the lounge, you following close behind.
Sitting side by side you eat your food while watching the tv, nothing was really on. It was just something you had got in the habit with doing while you ate.
After you finished eating you go to take his bowl, but instead he takes yours. "You cooked." He insists as he walks to the sink to wash up.
You took this time to fetch the first aid kit from your ensuite bathroom. Walking into your bedroom you place the kit on your bed and search through it, wanting to find an antiseptic cream and patches to cover the cuts and grazes on his face.
Now it was Chris' turn to stand in the threshold, leaning against it as he watched you. His arms crossed in front of his chest as he watches you sort through the kit. How did he land you? He really didn't deserve you at all.
Turning to see him from the corner of your eye, you look at Chris and stand up straight from leaning over the bed and medical supplies. "Sit." You gesture to the bed in front of you.
Pulling away from the wooden frame he was leaning against, he walks over to sit on the edge of the bed in front of you. He smile and press one more kiss to his lips before you start to patch him up. First gently spreading the antiseptic cream on the cuts and grazes before sticking the white patches to his skin where it was needed.
"There.. All done." You say as you start to back up the kit. but before you could even move away from Chris he had pulled you into his body once again. Laying back on the bed, bringing you with him, to lay on his body.
"Can we just sleep now?" He asked as he held your head on his chest, your body relaxing as you slide your hands under his shoulders.
"Sure.. We can sleep, and by we I'll nap and you get a proper sleep." You instruct.
"Good."
"But I need to get everything off the bed first, then we can snuggle in bed."
Chris sighs and lets you go so you can clean up. Putting the rubbish in the bin you then put the kit back where it belongs in your ensuite and walk back into your bedroom. Chris was already under the sheets waiting for you. Sliding in under the blanket you scoot over to meet him in the middle of the bed, he was laying on his back, eyes already closed. You smile and lay against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you lay your hand on his chest.
"Goodnight..." Chris says as he turns his head to press a kiss to the top of your head, his free hand that wasn't holding your shoulder holds your hand on his chest.
So, the concept for one of the stories I'm working on, where RE2Remake!Leon meets Vendetta!Chris and Vendetta!Leon, is kind of like "An explosion so powerful it ripped a hole in the fabric of time and such."
Let's just say, RE2Remake!Leon doesn't make it out of Raccoon City in his timeline (alternate from another timeline) He stays to distract William, so Claire and Sherry can get away. While he does this, the missile drops on Raccoon. He's caught in the blast...but he doesn't die.
No, he falls into the middle of a street...just as a BSAA Jeep stops dead in front of him.
Chris, who is on his way home from the bar with some coworkers weeks after New York, nearly hits "this kid" but luckily hits the brakes before he can hit the person. "Little Leon" pulls his gun, but stops when he sees other civilians out and about and not zombies and monsters. He also realizes that this isn't Raccoon and due to exhaustion, he faints.
Chris gets out of the vehicle, quickly running to the younger's side. He's not sure if the little bit of alcohol in his system is messing with him or not, because this looks like a younger version of his Leon. He takes the cop to base and gets him checked out.
Meanwhile, a couple hours later, the older Leon of this timeline is coming home from work, Claire and Sherry having come over for a surprise visit. Sherry revealing that she's engaged to Jake. Leon is happy for her, but gets a call from Chris. The agent smiles and answers the phone, about to tell his boyfriend the good news until the man tells him he might want to come down to base.
Claire offers to drive and the trio gets there. Leon, worried about Chris' tone, asks what's wrong. Chris opens the door to the infirmary to reveal the younger Leon, now conscious, sitting upright in the hospital bed.
The rest you'll have to wait to find out. 😉
(May or may not be Omegaverse, just to differentiate the dimensions / timelines. Like the Vendetta! Universe is not Omegaverse and RE2 Remake is or vice versa. I'll figure it out.)
A/N: I will do my best to make it gender neutral, I am used to drawing genders not writing them, so please let me know if I miss any gender specificity I miss while proof reading! Thank you and Enjoy.
Summery: You work in a pub Leon frequents.
Words: 3,105
Contains: Domestic Leon, Comfort, Scared Reader
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Working in a pub had it's ups and down, you had been working there for a solid 2 years now and actually didn't hate your job. Yes there were the odd pub brawls and the occasional wolf whistle by both genders at you while you were working, but no one had actually touched you. Not physically anyway, you would always feel the person who had wolf whistled staring at your body as you would continue serving drinks from behind the bar.
You got to know the regulars that came in by name and had become friends with only a select few of them. Not to the point of hanging out with them afterhours, but maybe a phone number and text was shared rarely between you. One man in particular was your favourite customer.
He was a mystery, quiet if not spoken to, he never let slip what he did for a job, he hadn't even shared his name with you. Sometimes he would come to the pub almost every night and then he wouldn't come for days to weeks.
Upon his return he would always be moving a little stiffer, band-aids stuck to his face and hands, bruises and grazes covering his pale skin. Bandages were sometimes wrapped around his hands or arms. Even entering the pub with an arm in a sling on some occasions.
Whatever he would do to get these injuries you sure hoped he wasn't getting into any trouble with the law, thinking maybe he would be jailed for some kind of fights he might be in. That is all your mind could think of, I mean, it would make sense that he didn't come in for days to weeks randomly, right?
Some time had passed, the man hadn't been back in about a week now. He hadn't appeared since just before the recent bombings here in Washington City, then there was that awful outbreak that happened in New York 3 days ago.
The pub was rather silent tonight, that happened on Mondays. You were in the back connecting the taps from the bar to another metal keg when you heard the bell and squeak of the door, alerting you that someone had entered. There were previously no pub goers around when you had headed to the back.
"I'll be there in a second!" You call out, letting the customer know you wouldn't be too much longer.
"No rush." Called that familiar yet mysterious voice of said man you had been thinking about over the passed week, only hoping he was alright. You missed your small conversations when he was away.
You let out a sigh as you connect the hose and pat your hands on the apron around your waist. straightening your tie, you liked to look smart when working, you head out to greet one of your favourite customers.
Upon walking out you glance over to him, stopping in your tracks. His right arm was in a sling, grazes all over his face, a cut on his lip and body slumped over the bench a bit further than he normally would.
Walking over to stand in front of him you give him a soft smile in greeting, the man looking up to meet your eyes. He could see the worry in yours and pulled his shoulders back, bringing a fist in front of his mouth before clearing his throat.
"I know I look like crap, but I'm fine." He assured you, eyes darting away as you give him a nod.
"Good.. Usual?"
"Please."
Your smile only grows, his one worded sentences were the cutest sometimes. Stepping away from the lower bench at your hips you go into the back to grab a special, much older bottle of his usual. It was your favourite as well, having kept this one for a good 10 years now and decided to bring it to work every day until this favourite stranger returned. Removing it from your bag you smile and tap the glass bottle as you walk out to return to your spot in front of the man. You take two glasses and place them on the bench in front of him.
"Oh you don't need to open another one, there is still half a bottle up on the shelf." He points, slightly confused, then notices the two glasses.
"This one is on me. A special one I have been saving from home." You poor the drinks for the two of you and hand him the bottle to look at it.
"What's the occasion?" He asked, brows raising as he looks at the brew date.
You shrug. "I dunno, let's saaay.." You think as he hands the bottle back to you and you screw the lit back on it. "An early birthday drink. To both of us." You grin, a slight amount of cheekiness in your eyes that the man had noticed.
"Well, I won't say no to that." He takes the glass waiting for you to take yours and clinks them together. "Happy Birthday to us."
You both take a sip, the liquid burning, but cool from the ice that was in it. Both of you hum in delight as the taste was very rich. You exchange a look to each other and nod. It was a good drink.
"So.." You say placing your glass down on the lower bench. "Where have you been this time? Ran into another tree on your bike?" That was one of the many excuses he had made up in the past.
"Yeah..." He puts the glass up to his lips, hovering it there. "Something like that." He then takes another large sip.
Your eyes squint as a hand rests on your hip, leaning on one leg, your index finger tapping at your side as you think. "Look, you don't have to be truthful with me, your business is your business. But when you come in after days to weeks looking like..." You motion a hand to him. "Like this, I can't help but worry, especially with all these outbreaks and the recent bombing here in the city."
The man could tell in your tone that you were worried, he knew you cared for him, but you also cared for a lot of your customers. He had seen that time and time again with how you would always ask if people were okay when they seemed down. Hell, you have even asked him if he was okay more times than he could count.
"I'm okay." He gives a light chuckle, a rare smile pulling at the sides of his lips as he thinks about just how caring you were. "Just..." The smile seemed to fade almost instantly as he looked to the side. You felt a slight stabbing in your gut seeing his expression, it was awful, like he had seen a war and was the last survivor.
You probably shouldn't do this, but you reach out, hesitating slightly but go for it. Placing your hand on his left as the other was still in the sling. You felt Leon flinch as your hand touched his, removing it from his for merely a second before placing it back on his hand.
"There is no one here right now, and the camera's don't have any sound on them, they are just visual, so if you want to talk about it?" You tilt your head slightly, your eyes soft and the smile on your face let him know you were trustworthy.
The man looked around at all of the camera's, he had memorised exactly where all of them were. You remove your hand from his not wanting to make it any more awkward than it probably already was, you take another sip of your drink waiting patiently for his answer.
"You could always start with telling me your name?" You take a sip of your drink and he reaches into a pocket of his black jeans pulling out a folded thin, black, leather wallet. Opening it he placed it out on the bench in front of you, showing a metal badge and ID card.
You almost choke on your drink, having half swallowed when you saw the unexpected item place in front of you. Your hand coming up to stop from spitting out anything as you cough, the liquid going through the wrong pipe as you had basically gasped. Putting your glass down with a slight bang the man stood from his chair as you coughed, taking deep breaths as your lungs were burning from the effects of the liquor.
"Are you alright?!" He asked with a tone you hadn't heard from him before.
You nod at him and put a hand up as a signal that you were okay. Straightening up after you could breathe properly again, you turn back to him and take the badge from the bench to have a look at it. The man sitting back down, but posture straight with a worried look on his brows.
"Sorry, I didn't expect you to pull out a fricken Government Badge." Your voice was strained as you read over the badge. "Division of Security Operations?" You ask, your voice starting to go come back to normal slowly.
"So you're a security officer?" You hand the badge back having read his name and Level clearance of 13.
"Something like that." He takes the wallet back and puts it away in his jean's pocket.
There was that line again, he had said it more times than you could even count, only rolling your eyes slightly at the answer.
"Well, Mr. Something Like That." You tease. "Can I call you by your name or do you want that secret still?" You asked, a hand patting your chest to help with the burning in your lungs.
He thinks for a moment then lowered his head, eyes closing before he looks back up to you in the eyes, your own being sucked into his ice blue's. "You can call me Leon." He said with a small smirk on his face.
You felt a flutter in your stomach, you were sure your cheeks or ears had turned a shade of pink as you heard his name from his own lips. Leon.
"You know, Leon.." You say trying out his name for yourself. "I always thought you looked like a Caleb." You shrugged.
This earned a small chuckle from Leon as he took another sip. "Caleb? Now that's an interesting name."
"I was tossing between Caleb or Lachlan." You add smiling back at him, mirroring his own.
Leon enjoyed coming here to talk with you, it was one of the only times he would laugh his hardest at some of the things you would say. He rubs his tongue along the front of his teeth behind his lips as he was thinking.
you would see the tapping of his left index finger on his glass. His eyes had become distant and you knew he was thinking, so you wait. You had nothing else to do right now anyway, you had cleaned everything and no one else had entered the pub. You look to the clock as it showed 12:36, it didn't feel that late as it was a slow night.
"I was wondering.." He finally speaks up, your attention coming back to him as your brows raise asking a 'what's up?'. "Could I give you my number?"
You felt your stomach twirl once again and you nod. "Of course, here let me just give my phone to you." You say taking out your phone, unlocking it and making a new contact before handing it over to him.
His left hand brushed against your soft fingers, his own fingers felt rough and calloused. He must really work his hands a lot, he always seemed to wear gloves, maybe they were habit from his job? Better grip on things? You weren't sure, but as you think about this he was already handing your phone back to you.
You take it back and look at his contact. He had typed his phone number and an address, looking to the name of the contact, you try to supress a smile. Caleb.
"Here, let me send you a text so you get my number." You say typing away.
Leon's phone dings in his black leather jacket and reaches into it reading your message.
"Hello, Caleb, nice to finally meet you." Leon just smiles at the text and puts his phone away.
"Got it." He states and placed his hand back on his glass as you top it up.
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The both of you spoke about you and what your week was like, telling Leon about all the small funny things that had happened, said and what had changed in the pub. The time was now 3am and it was time to close up, Leon had offered to walk you home, now knowing your car was currently being serviced.
It was one of the things you had told him about, a leak in the hose of the coolant had gotten into your engine. You had caught it before anything serious happened, the whole engine having a clean out and new hose put back in.
"No, it's okay. I only live half an hour walk away." You explain, this area wasn't bad with crime, actually it was a very nice area, though you did like to drive just in case.
"Okay." Was all he would say before walking the other way, normally he would be stumbling from being drunk. However he had paced his alcohol intake tonight, talking with you instead of just drowning in the liquor to forget what he had been through.
Luckily he was still on vacation for another 3 weeks so he had time to relax after everything. Let his arm and shoulder heal, even though his right shoulder would still never heal, it was a chronic injury he had sustained around 20 years ago.
After a 30 minute walk you walk up to your house, you still had a smile on your face, thinking about how Leon would smile as you told him a joke, or how he listened intently when you spoke. You felt your cheeks go red as you thought about it, his name being repeated in your head. Coming to your door you pull out your keys, fumbling with them and dropping them on the ground. Thinking nothing of it you pick them up, your hands hovering over them as you notice something. Fishing line.. Clear, stuck to the bottom of the door.
You pick up your keys and follow the fishing line with your eyes up the top of the door, a small slip of what seemed to be paper was subtly sticking out. Your first thought was to pull on it, but something inside your chest tightened and you suddenly became scared.
"No.." You whisper to yourself as you slowly step away from the door. You look in the window and saw a shadow move inside. "Darn it.. I left something back at the park." You say aloud and turn around, hoping whoever it was inside heard you and thought you were heading to the park.
No way you were going inside, not when you knew someone was waiting for you.
You pull out your phone and quickly fumble with it, almost dropping it as your hands were shaking. you contact the first person you thought of as they were just in your thoughts moments ago, your fingers typing quickly.
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Leon was in his home, having taken a taxi rather than walking for 3 hours up hill. He had a house out in the hills on the outskirts of the city, not wanting to be amongst all the traffic and constant lights.
He was brushing his teeth, wearing dark grey trackies and a thin black shirt. He hears his phone ding and frowns, who would be texting him at this time? It was almost 4am.
He spits the toothpaste out of his mouth and cleans up before walking to his phone on the island bench in his open kitchen/living area. He saw the text from your number, not putting your name in so you couldn't be tied to your name if his phone was stolen by the enemy.
Opening the phone he reads your message.
"SOmeone is my houe and I don't know what do please meet me int he pb"
The spelling was all over the place, he knew you had typed it quickly, jumping into action he removes the sling on his right arm, you were in danger and he had to get to you quickly. He grabs the keys to his bike and straps his belt around his waist, quickly attaching the single gun holster to at his lower back. Running out of his house as he puts on his jacket, wincing at the movement of his arm.
Quickly staring his bike he races off to wards the pub, speeding to get to you as fast as he could.
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You wait inside the pub, huddled under the bench on the inside of the staff area, you try your best to not cry. Your body was trembling and you were wiping away tears before they would fall, you weren't religious, but you pray Leon had seen your message and would get to you before whoever was in your house. Should you call the police? It was probably a good idea, but Leon worked for government security, he was more trustworthy, right?
After checking the time since you had hidden 10 minutes had passed. You had run back to the pub as fast as you could, shaving off 15 minutes off the 30 minute walk.
"Please, Leon.." You whisper to yourself, holding your knees as tight as possible to your chest.
You hear the sound of a motorbike outside the pub, feet running to the door and pushing against the locked door.
"(Y/N), It's me! Leon!" He called through the thick wooden door.
Your heart had stopped when you heard the bang of the door but then hearing Leon's voice you immediately come out of hiding and run to the door. Unlocking and opening it. Leon stood there, panting slightly, eyes wide with worry.
You noticed he wasn't wearing his sling but launch yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his chest.
"Okay.." he says looking behind the himself before wrapping his arms around you, eyes squinting from the pain in his right arm. "Let's go inside and you can tell me what happened."
You nod and let go of him wiping your eyes and walking inside.
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I'm sorry if this is random but I love the idea of Vendetta Leon going to a coffee shop with his younger girlfriend who orders a coffee that is literally 90% sugar and caramel while he just stands there and blinks at her like "....would you like some coffee with your sugar?"
I don't know, this just makes me laugh.
I say that with many things. like just yesterday I was holding her plate and piece of bread(her left arm still doesn't work from her stroke) while she buttered it. She piled the butter on there and I asked if she wanted some bread with her butter🤣
Sugar Date
Words: 801
Contains: Domestic Leon, Boyfriend Leon, Fluff, Cute Banter.
It had been a few weeks after the incident in New York, having gone back to work now. He was currently a day away from sent to the other side of the country for a Recon mission, solo.
Currently you were in the bathroom, putting a bottle and cheap plastic gloves in the bin while the shower ran beside you ran. Leon's hair grows quickly, but he had been given instructions by Hunnigan to die his hair with the specific missions he had been going on.
He had been noticing a lot of the enemies he had been confronting knew who he was, his dirty blonde hair and slightly stubbled face being recognised at the famous Leon S. Kennedy. He looked scruffy and the die had made his hair thin slightly, but maybe it would help with not being so recognisable to his enemies.
"I was thinking.." Leon's voice speaks over the hissing and splashing of water through the open glass walled shower. You turn towards him watching the dark dye run down his pale body, his head turning towards you, locking eyes.
"How do you feel about going to that café you like?" He asked, knowing the answer was going to be a definite yes.
Your face lights up, you knew it wasn't his favourite place to go to, but you absolutely LOVED how they did your coffee with 3 pumps of caramel, 4 spoons of white sugar and whipped cream sprinkled with chocolate drinking powder on top. You hadn't had it in FOREVER!
"Um, Yes! I would love to go there!"
"Great, once I'm dressed we can head there for breakfast." His ice blue eyes look in your direction from under his now black hair, it made them pop even more.
"Yay!" You clap with excitement and leave the bathroom, closing the door slightly behind you.
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Once out of the shower he gets dressed in his usual shirt, tight, yet flexible, skinny jeans and black leather jacket. He sees himself in the mirror after pulling the towel away from his head, just giving his hair another once over to help it dry quicker. He looked like a mess, his beard thick and almost now completely covering his chin, jaw line and upper lip. You hadn't expressed your thoughts on any of these changes so he didn't know if you liked it or not?
Walking out of the bathroom you were waiting for him, a cute, short summer dress, pale green with frills on the loose sleeves, the elastic around your wrists. It was a cooler day today, plus you would be on the back of his bike, so you had thick leggings on under the dress and hair tied back, still letting your fringe hang loosely in front of your face. You looked super cute.
"You're staring, Leon." You say as you walk up to him, pressing a kiss to his lips as you take his hand.
"Sorry, not my fault my girlfriend is the prettiest swan in the lake." Smooth.
"Alright, stop sucking up and let's go get some breakfast." You say pulling his hand towards the door, you already had your house keys on you and hand him his bike keys.
Leon hands you your bike helmet he had grabbed from atop the drawer beside the front doors. You had specifically not grabbed it trying to get out of wearing the helmet like Leon does, but he would always insist you wear it. Reluctantly putting it on you slide behind Leon on his Ducati and both of you wide off towards the centre of Washington. Pulling up in front of your favourite café he takes your helmet from you and follows you inside.
Standing side by side in the line you both look up at the black board menu on the wall. When it came to your turn to order you order your breakfast and drink, Leon ordering toast, with poached eggs, bacon and avocado, a side of scrambled eggs and a quarter strength decaf coffee.
He leads you to a spot beside the window, sitting beside the plants that framed the glass. You sit there watching all the people and cars go passed, your elbows resting on the table, fingers intertwined with themselves in front of your chin.
"Did you want some coffee with all that sugar?" Leon says resting his arms on his edge of the square table. "That's not coffee you drink, it's a cake."
"What? of course it is! They still use the beans. I could say the same for yours, quarter strength decaf? Just drink hot milk." You teased.
"Well no kisses for you today, I'll get cavities."
"Alright, old man.. You'd give in anyway."
"You're right.." He smiled, you were, he would only be punishing himself if he didn't kiss you.
