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Outfit swap + RE9 union for my fav gay men

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you know, those things'll kill ya
Leon bent down to pick up little Alice, and she clutched at his t-shirt with her fingers, burying her nose in it. She was barely two years old, and her world was crumbling around her, but the man's heart ached as he saw the tears streaming down his daughter's cheeks.
"Dad.." – Alice whimpered, clutching only more tiny fingers in Leon's t-shirt fabric.
Kennedy sighed softly and paced the living room slowly, holding his little one close and running his palm over her back to soothe her. He knew why Alice was so worried, because their biology was relentless: young children under the age of three were physically and emotionally attached to their omega. For them, the scent and presence of their omega was more than just comfort. It was a safety signal that reassured them that their little world would not fall apart.
When Luis was suddenly called to the lab, refusing to accept his refusal, it was a big stress for Alice. Her little nervous system literally demanded her dad's presence.
Alice's crying started as soon as the door closed behind the Spaniard, and Leon did everything he could to make her stop, but to no avail. At first, she didn't want to sit in his arms and refused to play with her favorite toys. After a moment, Alice calmed down while eating a slice of apple, and then she asked to be held by her father to remind him of her small "sorrow."
"Daddy will be back soon, little star," – Leon said, sitting down on the couch and resting his back against the cushions, holding the baby close to his chest. He tried to stay calm, which was also difficult for him. "Now, stop crying."
Kennedy leaned over and picked up a handkerchief from the table, using it to wipe the tears from Alice's cheeks as she began to cry again, her shoulders trembling slightly. She felt empty without the warm and comforting scent of Luis side.
"Shh, shh. I'm here for you," – the agent pulled her closer, allowing her to rest her nose against his neck, and released his pheromones. They wrapped around her like a cocoon, providing warmth and protection. While they might not be a substitute for Luis, they offered the support the alpha could provide. "Sleep, little flower. I'm here."
Leon lowered his eyes to his daughter when he heard her breathing become steady, and he found her asleep. Her tears had dried on her cheeks, and she continued to hold onto the edge of his t-shirt, sniffling softly. Leon was afraid to move, so he sat still, his thoughts returning to his husband. He imagined Luis, focused, in his white coat, with his hair slightly disheveled, as he always tended to it after work.
The spaniard's hair reached his shoulders and had a wavy texture, and Luis often pinned it back with a hairpin or tied it into a messy bun when he didn't have much time. The agent often watched his husband's hands with bated breath.
Leon smiled at his thoughts. He loved this impossible and vibrant man so much, loved every part of him, even remembering their first meeting. Their love had lasted for so many years and only grown stronger, and then their love had taken root and blossomed into the flower that was now in Kennedy's hands. Their little daughter.
The click of the lock in the hallway brought Leon back to reality, and he looked at the doorway as he heard the sound of shoes being kicked off. Then Luis appeared in the doorway, looking a little tired but still wearing a faint smile.
Omega silently approached the sofa and sat down next to Leon, and his clothes smelled of antiseptics and ozone. His gaze softened, and Luis nuzzled his husband's cheek, the scent instantly filling the living room – a mixture of citrus and honey. Leon wanted to bury his nose in his beloved omega's neck and breathe him in.
"Her cheeks are all red. ¿Lloró mucho?" – Luis whispered faintly and pushed his hair behind his ear, looking at Alice sleeping with sad eyes.
"It was hard to calm her down, she was really waiting for you and missed you," – Leon carefully handed Alice into Luis' arms and hugged him to himself. Alice did not wake up, but only blissfully smacked her lips in her sleep, completely relaxing when she smelled the scent of omega. "I've never seen her like this before.. Upset. Now I understand how hard it is when you can't calm your child down and don't know how to help her."
"Cariño, lo siento," – Luis looked down and wanted to pull away, but Leon wouldn't let him and buried his nose in his hair, squeezing his eyes shut, which surprised Serra and involuntarily smiled again. "My huney, what are you doing?"
"I love you so much, and.. Please don't you dare apologize. It's not your fault."
Luis relaxed in the strong arms and hugged Alice gently. I listened to husband's heartbeat and inhaled his scent, which helped him recover.
"I love you, my life. Both of you." – Luis bent his head and kissed Alice on the forehead with a soft kiss.

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Getting into Resident Evil through the sheer power of edits….
WHY DID NOBODY WARN ME THAT SERENNEDY WAS DOOMED???? WHAT.
i saw ONE edit of them together and started reading fanfiction. WDYM HE DIES THE DAY LEON MET HIM???
IM SO COOKED MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS. TOO MANY YAOI SHIPS ARE DOOMED.
I am so very normal about them
Not the most restful sleep they'll ever have haha
This art goes with a fic I wrote a few weeks ago :P
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