#seon

When Leon is between 36 and 38 and Simon is between 27 and 29 (We don’t know how old Simon is, so I’m trying to align his age with Mark’s), Leon is sent to investigate an Umbrella Prison where supposedly there are very few convicts left, as most have died by this point or been turned, and rescue Convict #2370— “The Butcher”. This happens yada ya I don’t have all the details, just know that all of this? Happening between RE6 to RE9 cause I have NO idea what Leon was up to during RE7 and RE8 lol, I know what Ethan was up to though!

Leon and Simon do EXCELLENT in a fight together, barely needing to say much with the exception of the occasional “On your left!” or “Get down!”

With Leon’s expertise with guns and quick reflexes, and Simon’s raw strength and being surprisingly well-versed in hand-to-hand melee, they make quite the unstoppable duo. 

Despite Simon being trained in literally nothing, he is SCARILY good at holding his own in a fight.

He just wants to live, is that so wrong? (I am not gonna stop lol)

However…

This does NOT mean they do well outside of a fight, certainly not at first.

Their first few years are ROUGH due to lack of communication, they don’t start officially dating until knowing each other for about two years (Which is a record for Leon), and during their first two to three years dating they break up twice. 

Leon has a hero complex, pure and simple. It stems from his insane survivor's guilt following Racoon City, but it made him borderline obsessed with protecting and saving people.

Simon wants to be free, and nothing more. From being tattooed as a child to being captured, he has had a lack of autonomy his whole life, and it makes him rebellious; fighting against anyone who wants or tries to control him.

So often at first Simon would see Leon’s “protection” as him taking charge, and trying to control him, and it would cause him to fight against it. Even if Leon had good intentions.

And Simon’s reckless and almost aggressive behavior during fights would cause him to unnecessarily get hurt or potentially hurt others, and that need to protect people would kick in at full force for Leon

This made them a VERY dysfunctional couple at first, with a good bit of their convos being fights, and multiple lectures from friends were needed for them to get their shit together.

But despite everything, they truly are a match made.

Even with Leon’s overprotective nature, nowhere feels safer to Simon than Leon’s arms (Same girly, same).

Even with Simon’s paranoid nature, no one can make Leon relax and laugh more than Simon.

They’re a Hot Tea + Black Coffee kinda couple

They do forehead touches and linking arms more than they kiss or hold hands in public, a lot of times Simon will hold on to Leon’s arm and Leon will randomly lean into Simon and bump their foreheads together. like a cat. You know that thing that they do?

They still smooch tho don’t worry, I know what you guys want.

Yes, they still took Simon’s arm (He doesn’t know how it happened).

Given that their biggest issue was communication at first, when they try again they put a big emphasis on communicating with one another, and picking up on the smaller behavioral changes. Lots of things like— Leon taking Simon’s hand and whispering, “Hey, talk to me.”

Something tells me that Simon and Grace would be great friends after RE9, those two are the perfect amount of anxiety and paranoid individually that they just cancel each other out when together.

Simon finds Leon’s dumbass one-liners to be incredibly stupid but they still make him laugh and he adores them nonetheless.

Simon gardens. A LOT. Their apartment is covered in house plants and their balcony is full of things like English ivy.

Simon is an early bird and Leon is a night owl. Leon can’t function in the morning without at a MINIMUM of one cup of coffee (more than likely two or three) because missions and nightmares will keep him up late so often that he naturally can’t fall asleep til midnight at the earliest. While Simon likes to be up with the sunrise after being captive for so long in Umbrella’s base and have the morning light and air all to himself, typically spending it outside in the grass just feeling and clocks out normally at like 8 PM.

Simon. Is. A. Little. Spoon.

Argue with the WALL

When Leon was saving Simon from Umbrella, he kinda had to… chase Simon down a bit. Simon didn’t immediately trust that Leon wasn’t with Umbrella so Simon put up one HELL of a fight, including trying to strangle Leon at one point until he managed to get Simon to chill enough to talk to him and explain everything, even showing Simon his badge to convince him.

Now for some headcanons with a little more… spice 🌶️

If I had a nickel for everytime I do an impromptu art project while I'm out of town, I'll have two nickels

Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

(Warning for manipulation, mild gaslighting via shadow magic I suppose?)

Morning found Serenas entering the Sojourn’s walking gardens as she usually did to meet her young guide, Seon. A thread of nervousness made her heart flutter in approach, but she had long learned how to mask her nerves with composed grace and elegant stature around a table of judging nobility. She strode to the humble mistweaver with the same trained presentation, smiled as the fuzzy face turned to greet her.

“Are we ready to take this show on the road?!” Seon asked with his typical charged energy. He’d been tasked with accompanying her around Pandaria, and they had made quite the adventurous pair. But the writer desired a different outcome today, and she gently turned his words in on him.

“Ah, but Seon, I think you have forgotten. I’ll be going to the Market on my own today,” Serenas blinked innocently into her own charade, feigning surprise.

“…huh?” The pandaren seemed minutely confused. Then skeptical. “Really?” He chuckled. “So when did the plan change, Miss Serra?”

The gentle smile curved her lips, placating his confusion, the skepticism. “Oh, I know we’ve gotten ourselves into a little habit,” she replied with a cant of the head in respectful apology, and continued to let her words flow with soft intention. A melliflous shift of tone, every word fed as suggestion to touch the mind with the shaded delicacy of a swallow’s wing. “But mother mentioned it just yesterday, do you remember? She said you needn’t take me to the Market this time. I do know my way after all.”

The mistweaver’s eyes clouded over with the mental nudge, smiling dazedly under the swaying thrall. “Oh, yeah…” It made all the sense, after all. Serenas certainly knew her way to the markets.

A soft blink of dark lashes, and she gently released Seon from the enthrallment, and further placated any rise of doubt with an offering. “But tomorrow maybe you would like to take me to the ruins you spoke of before? In the mountain here? We can talk to mother about it tonight and see what she thinks?” She gasped softly, sweeping him into the idea. “Let me surprise you with something from the Market in the meantime!”

“Heh!” Seon was fully on board, and waved the little writer in farewell as she started her exit from the walking gardens. “Sounds awesome!”

As Serenas made her way to the Tavern of the Mists by herself, she bit into her lip to contain the flutter of excited laughter. She had used the Shadow. She had actually done it. The Dawnsingers had always forbade the use of the Shadow, and she had lived in fear of their horror stories all of her life. But Nia was right: the Shadow was only the other side of the Light, and her draenic friend had all the faith in her that no Priest of the Living Flame had ever shown. It had been easy as carrying a melody to tell it true, to shade Seon’s mind and implant the false memory. A harmless veil, really. In the evening, he’d think nothing of it when she would guide him into conversation with her mother. Thoughts moved on. At least when they were not penned to paper.

Serenas could not wait to meet Nia as planned, and tell her everything.