Summary: Different Leon eras telling you for the first time he's yours.
This part contains Re6 and Re9 Leon, part one already on my profile with Re2 and Re4. Enjoy :)
It had been a long time since you last saw Leon, probably two or three years without any kind of contact with him, until you finally found him.
Alone in a dark street, crossing paths with you again after all those years of hoping to see you again. To Leon it felt like a gift sent from heaven, to you it felt more like a victory, finding him had not been easy after all.
He had never been a man of many words, and even though the hug he gave you was all you needed to understand everything, the way you felt his pulse quicken in realization, the way his arms closed around you like they would never let you go again said more than anything he could’ve said out loud.
Because that had been his first mistake, letting you out of his sight because of work, because they sent him away and he couldn’t stop it, because he should have said no to leaving town, to leaving you.
He invited you to his new apartment. Well, it was technically just new for you, because it already felt like him, a little messy but clean enough to call it home.
You had your own hotel room a few blocks away, and even though you didn’t hesitate for a second to accept his offer, it wasn’t just because you wanted to see him. You needed it. You needed to hear from him how good his life was now, to convince yourself to go back home, to convince yourself it had been stupid to come to this big city just to find him when he had probably already built a life without you.
You had pictured a hundred scenarios in your head on your way there. In most of them he was married, because any girl would be lucky to be his wife, you knew that, and he probably knew it too. You even pictured him as a father. God, he would be the greatest dad, there was no doubt about that. You used to dream about it when you were just two rookies in love.
But when you saw his apartment, with clothes on the floor and dusty corners you had to look closely to even notice, you realized he was not married. He had no children. He was living on his own, surviving just like the rookie you once met.
His face turned a little pink just like the old times, and he started “cleaning” as fast as he could, but you only laughed it off.
There was no homemade food in his fridge, something he apologized for before ordering pizza, but you know what he had? What he still kept buying even when he didn’t really like the taste?
Your favorite brand of wine.
He handed it to you, no glass because he didn’t have one, just the bottle and the quiet hope that you still liked it.
The night passed in a blur, sharing the bottle, taking turns after each sip, talking about everything. It started with the typical “do you remember when…” kind of conversation, but slowly it turned into something deeper, something more intimate, something neither of you realized you had been holding onto for all these years.
And when he apologized for leaving, his tone changed.
There was no more of the bittersweet happiness you had shared so far, it was only regret mixed with nostalgia and wine.
And then, it just happened.
“I want you to stay,” he said.
His shoulder was pressed against yours as you both sat on the floor. You turned your head to look at him, and he wasn’t joking. You knew that because Leon always laughed before his own jokes.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to… it’s just…” he sighed, looking down at his hands. “When I left town, I wanted to ask you to come with me. I really wanted to. But I thought it would be selfish, asking you to leave everything just for me. And I still don’t know if you would’ve called that selfish, but I regret not asking every single day I’ve been without you.”
His eyes lifted back to yours.
You opened your mouth to answer, but closed it again, because words suddenly felt useless.
“I promise you I’ve never stopped loving you, not even for a day, not even for a second. If you decide to go, I’ll respect it. But if you decide to stay… I’m yours. This, all I have, all I am… it’s not much, but it’s yours if you want it.”
Missions were especially complicated when it came to Leon Kennedy. The guy had been reckless since the day he arrived at the FBI, impossible to command until it was you who was assigned to him.
You were not a field agent, not good under all that pressure. You preferred to stay in your office, sitting behind your desk, giving instructions the field agents needed to survive, and you absolutely loved your job.
That was until Leon was assigned to you.
If you said right, he turned left.
If you said don’t, he said yeah.
It was like he wasn’t even capable of listening to orders. Your first mission together was awful. He made it, barely, and when he arrived back at base you were already on your way to confront him.
His eyes landed on you for the first time. I mean, he had only heard your voice before, but seeing you in person was completely different. He didn’t recognize you immediately, he just saw an angel walking straight toward him with a very furious expression.
“You reckless, disobedient man, do you want to get yourself killed down there? Is that what you want?”
So this was what you looked like.
“Woah, calm down, gorgeous. There’s something called instinct,” he said, trying to sound casual.
You were already preparing your response when it hit you.
“Don’t… gorgeous?” you asked, your cheeks turning pink, caught completely off guard.
“Well… yeah. If I had known sooner the bossy voice on the radio looked like this, I would’ve been a hell of a lot more obedient,” he answered, clearly enjoying your reaction.
You straightened immediately, trying to regain control of the situation, even if your cheeks were still warm.
“Well now you know, and if you’re that stubborn again I’m going to turn your radio off and let you die out there like you so desperately seem to want to,” you shot back, forcing your tone to stay firm.
He smirked, clearly not intimidated. You were not only pretty and bossy, you had a hell of a personality… he was in love.
Well, that was twenty years ago.
And guess what? You were still pretty, bossy, and his partner, but now you were also his wife.
And him? He was still stubborn as hell, but a little less, just for you.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, gorgeous,” he answered softly.
“Leon, we’ve been doing this for twenty years. Don’t you trust me?” you asked, rolling your eyes.
“With my life, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”
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