Vyn

summary . . . chief leon kennedy has a crush on the temporary receptionist of rpd. the receptionist in question is his wife, and he has made it everyone’s problem.

notes. 🎤 this just in… shikiyomizu writes another fic where leon kennedy is obsessed with his wife !! got this idea while i was driving to work today, also :( thank you guys we hit 400 followers the other day 🫶 y’all are the best

tags ──────── fluff, re9 leon kennedy x wife!reader. au, no zombie break out. takes place in raccoon city. leon’s doing everything but working. word count: 1.2k words

The receptionist of RPD was six months pregnant with her first child. Getting closer to her due date, she put in her time off. Once she got to eight months, she would be gone to prepare herself and stay out on maternity leave. That gave the station at most a month to find a temporary receptionist.

Chief Kennedy quickly found a solution. After you heard he told you about their receptionist during dinner, you offered to fill in the position while she was away. You didn’t work, the officers knew you since you’d come and visit Leon at the station on occasions.

The more experienced officers were more familiar with you and still remembered the day you both met.

Leon was late on his first day of work. Not a good look for an optimistic rookie. Then, he got thrown into traffic duty with Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, and had to write up a ticket to a girl they pulled over who was his type. He swore that someone didn’t want him to succeed as a police officer.

That’s right, you were the first person Leon ever gave a ticket to. But it made for a cute story, and the outcome was a marriage of 24 years.

💭 thinking about dad!Leon during one of those many sleepless nights with your daughter ᝰ.ᐟ

It’s late, and your daughter is downright refusing to sleep, so here you are— lying in bed with a rowdy baby who is very opinionated on the topic of early nights, blabbering nonsense right into your ear whilst Leon tries his best to coax her to lie down

“C’mon… leave your mom alone, you rascal.” He sighs, gently prying the little girl from where she’s climbing all over you.

She has absolutely none of it, letting out a fussy cry and kicking her legs out in protest as she shakes her head a firm no— already begging to blubber, bottom lip jutting out and everything.

“Mama isn’t a jungle gym. It’s eleven o’clock at night, do you understand that?” Leon continues to argue with her as if she could understand a single word coming out of his mouth, and she all but gurgles down at her father in return with a huff and puff. You can’t help but giggle into the pillows— god, she was going to be a nightmare by the time she learns how to walk and talk.

“We shouldn’t have given her that ice cream before bed.” You sigh, definitely living in regret, watching as your daughter now clambers all over Leon with a slight wobble to her tiny legs— still getting used to using those muscles.

“We live, and we learn.” He replies, bringing his hand to rest against his daughter's back so she doesn’t topple over as she climbs up onto his chest with a gleeful squeal.

Her tiny hands press against Leon’s stubbly cheeks, and he lies there, eyes closed, letting her smush at his face as if he were made out of Play-Doh. You shuffle closer until you’re pressed against his side, your head resting against his shoulder as he brings his free arm to wrap around you tightly— caressing the length of your back.

“What’re you doing to your poor dad, hmm?” You whisper up at her, smiling when her round, curious eyes blink down at you— blue just like her daddy’s.

“Giving me a very bad massage.” His response comes out deadpanned.

She giggles, big eyes flickering back to Leon as he pretends to nibble at her fingers, which sends her into another fit of giddy laughter— her little feet kicking at his sides and her fingers poking at his face to try and get him to do it again. You won’t actually fall asleep until three in the morning because your daughter clearly thinks it’s playtime, but maybe that’s the joy of being a parent, these late nights together.

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cw - sfw, deviant connor, dadcoded hank, gn reader, reader is a detective at dpd, literally just fluffy pre-relationship to relationship content, intentional lowercase ~ 2.5k wc

connor had a great memory; he had the capacity to remember absolutely anything he wanted with zero limitations.

key word, anything he wanted.

or, no, not wanted. he wasn't supposed to want. he couldn't. what he needed to remember to complete his mission. his obligation. it was all a matter of what was important and what wasn't.

somewhere along the line, you became one of the important things to him.

you had no relation to the mission; you weren't even assigned to the deviancy case. connor only caught glimpses of you throughout the precinct, maybe at jimmy's after a particularly grueling work week when hank needed a drink. you weren't supposed to be one of the important things. yet, every one of those glimpses became an important memory—something he stored in a special folder to sort through whenever the casework was light. a smile in his direction, a laugh he heard you share with a coworker. maybe he should have been looking through evidence in his free time, and maybe he pretended he was when hank asked him about the 'space cadet look' on his face.

it took a while for you to realize how good his memory was. sure, you knew he was a prototype android, better than any android to hit the public market—you didn't doubt his memory was good. he functioned like an extremely handsome, walking and talking supercomputer, for christ's sake.

perhaps, it just took a while for you to realize where his priorities were placed when it came to his memory.

when connor deviated, that amazing memory of his finally came in handy for something other than his cases.

it started with coffee.

one morning, you stopped to get coffee before you got to the precinct. something too expensive and too sweet, just a treat. connor only interacted with you once that day, when you said good morning to him and hank like you always did, holding that overpriced coffee in your hand as you made your way past his desk to your own.

that same coffee order was on your desk the next day. and the next, and the day after that. you wouldn't have known who it was if you hadn't looked up to find the culprit and seen him fiddling with his coin, subtly watching you while hank prattled on about some new evidence. if you hadn't caught the way he smiled when you raised the coffee in a cheers motion towards him, before he snapped his attention back to an annoyed hank.

then, it was flowers.

one day, when he had seen chris ordering flowers online for his wife—certainly not something he was supposed to do during working hours—connor found himself wondering if you liked flowers.

he had learned that flowers were often gifted as a show of affection or gratitude. the two of you were not particularly close; just work friends. he feared the implications of a gift like this might compromise the stability of the relationship friendship he was trying to build with you. he spent multiple days running through the possible outcomes in his head before he concluded that the chance to see you smile because of him overrode the nerves.

that was when the desk snooping started.

when hank found him standing at your desk before you arrived, he raised an eyebrow and flopped down in his chair.

"lookin' for something?"

"i was observing the detective's desk in hopes of finding information that could help me to get in good graces with them," he paused, contemplating the implications of the question on the forefront of his mind, "do you know if the detective likes flowers?"

hanks eyebrows shot up at the question, surprise painting his features so vividly connor reran the question through his social relations program to figure out if he had said something wrong.

"flowers? are you trying to get in their good graces or asking them to go steady?"

connor's eyebrows furrowed at this, LED cycling yellow as he processed what his older counterpart was saying to him.

"lieutenant, what you are suggesting is highly unprofessional. i am simply trying to proactively build strong morale with our colleagues."

the cobalt hued flush on the tips of his ears called bullshit.

hank had noticed the sudden interest in you that connor had picked up, and as much as he wanted to tease the android, it was too damn early to try and question him about it. so, he acquiesced.

"hell, i don't know, kid." he paused, scratching his beard as he thought about it, "pretty sure i saw them bring some in one day, smelled like a damn flower shop at their desk for a week. can't remember what type, but when chen asked 'bout 'em they said somethin' about 'liking the way they brightened up a room.'" hank air quoted you, hoping it was enough to get connor away from your desk before you arrived.

connor made a quiet hm noise, nodding and making his way to the desk across from hank's.

"thank you, lieutenant."

there was a vase full of white chrysanthemums on your desk the next morning. he filed away the expression of shock and joy on your face like he would a bullet casing or a witness statement; something he would later analyze with the precision of a surgeon with his hand on the scalpel.

two weeks later? a vase of pink carnations.

he caught himself smiling when he heard officer chen giggling at your desk, asking if you had a secret admirer, and your cheeks flushed as you looked at the flowers.

"something like that," he didn't have to look at you to know you were looking at him.

this continued for months. coffee, flowers, some little trinket that you had offhandedly mentioned or looked at online during breaks. he couldn't help the warmth that spread through him when he saw the surprise on your face, the smile that always followed. the two of you never spoke about it, but you did get closer.

lunch breaks spent with connor and hank, rolling your chair over to his desk to see what he was working on when your own work was slow, showing him memes that he couldn't quite understand but loved to see you laugh at. he even began to frequent the break room he had been avoiding since his first day, just to have a chance to talk to you about the weather, or a new episode of some show you had told him about.

it didn't take you long to admit to yourself that you liked him, a lot.

connor was still learning what his feelings meant, but he knew he cared about you in an entirely different way than he cared about hank, who loved to tease him about his behavior around you.

he said connor had a crush. connor thought about that for days. he felt like the nerves were frying his processors.

it felt like any other day when he showed up at the department. he looked forward to getting there most days, getting to see you, and do what he did best: work.

so, coffee in his hand and some pep in his step, he practically frolicked through the front doors, waltzing through the lobby and back towards the office.

something was immediately different when he walked in. first, hank was already there. he knew he would be, but the fact that he was smiling when connor walked in? odd. hank was never happy in the morning. then, when he started towards your desk, he saw you. you seldom arrived before him, so seeing you here this early had him feeling conflicted. of course, he was happy to see you; he always was, but a part of him was concerned at your early arrival. maybe you had a case that required a little extra work?

when you noticed him walking towards your desk, you offered him the same smile you always did, chirping a happy good morning! to him as he set your coffee down.

"good morning, detective. you're here quite early, is everything alright?" he tilted his head as he watched you bring the cup up to your lips, taking a sip. at his mention of your early arrival, he could sense that your heart sped up a little bit. noted.

you shook your head, smiling up at him, "everything is fine, connor. just... extra work to tackle." you lifted the coffee towards him, nodding, "thank you for the coffee. definitely needed it this morning."

he could tell you were lying, but not out of malice. it made him even more suspicious, but he didn't want to push. "i've had a significant effect on your caffeine intake, i really shouldn't indulge you." anyone who didn't know him wouldn't realize he was teasing, but the awkward little smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.

you simply smiled at him before turning back to your monitor. you seemed... off, this morning. it was putting him on edge, not knowing what was on your mind.

he took it as a sign to make his way to his desk, where hank was hiding behind a newspaper, not-so-inconspicuously watching the whole interaction.

"good morning, lieutenant." all he got was a nod in response. seriously, what the hell was going on?

when he finally went to take his seat, that's when he saw it:

a little saint bernard stuffed animal sitting directly in front of his monitor on his desk. it looked just like sumo.

if he was looking at himself, the scene probably would have given him deja vu; the way he looked around to find the person who had left it there, only to see you hiding behind your coffee as you smiled.

it was a sight, for sure. seeing connor look at the plush, then at you, then at the plush. his lips were parted as he stared at it, and his reaction was starting to make you nervous.

before he even realized it, you were standing next to his desk, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

"i really wanted to get you something, as a thank you for everything you've gotten me the past couple months." you were looking down at your feet as you spoke, hands behind your back, "i even consulted hank, i hope you like it."

connor had never been at a loss for words before; he had never felt dumb. until now.

"i.. like dogs."

he could practically feel hank cringing from across the desks. he was cringing at himself.

you finally looked up, smiling a little as you watched him pick it up, "i tried to pick one that looked just like sumo. i know you really love him, and i figured maybe you'd like to have a reminder of him at work with you."

maybe connor would have heard your heart racing if he wasn't so focused on the way his thirium pump was beating at the speed of light, systems struggling to keep up with the overwhelm of emotions he was feeling.

you had gotten him a gift.

he hadn't realized how loud his silence was until you started rambling, fidgeting with your fingers in front of him.

"it's kinda dumb, and small. i just- i wanted to show you that i really appreciate everything you've done, and i didn't really know if there was anything else you'd like, and you talk about sumo so much- i totally understand if you don't like it-"

"i love it."

when you looked back up at him, he was smiling. it was the biggest smile you had ever seen on him. a beautiful sight.

"really?"

he nodded, smoothing the little ears on the plushie back, the same way he did with sumo, "it's perfect. and not dumb. i love it." he affirmed, bringing his attention up to your face, which was flushed at this point.

it felt like you had been holding your breath through the entire interaction, and could finally breathe. you smiled at him, shoulders dropping a little in relief.

"good, that's- that's really good. i'm glad you like it." you beamed as you watched him turn it towards hank, who, in classic dad fashion, smiled all goofy like and gave him a big thumbs up.

then, hank tilted his head towards you and raised an eyebrow, eyes still trained on connor like they were having a silent conversation. you furrowed your eyebrows, about to turn back to connor when you felt arms encasing your shoulders, slightly cold hands pressed against your back.

connor was hugging you.

with wide eyes, you wound your arms around his torso, cheek pressed against his chest. it was a little awkward, as though you were both learning to hug, but it was perfect. you nearly melted when he rested his chin against your head and quietly murmured, "thank you."

you only nodded a little, hands curled into his jacket. you didn't trust words right now.

when the two of you pulled back, you saw the blue tint rushing to his ears as he cleared his throat, not out of necessity but nerves.

"i apologize if this is forward, but i would like to- or, would you like to accompany me to- i'd like to take you out. on a romantic outing. or, a date? if you'd like to. because i would. like to take you out. on a date, i mean."

hank felt like he was watching a train wreck happen in slow motion. so much for all of the coaching he had been giving the android.

but you? you were smiling like he had just offered you a million dollars.

"i would love to go on a date with you, connor." you had never seen your cool, calm, and collected connor so nervous over something. a familiar warmth bloomed in your chest, knowing it was you he was nervous about.

when he shot hank a look that said 'i did it!' you could only giggle, turning away to get to your desk before more of your colleagues started to filter in for the day.

connor took you on a date not too long after that. and then another one, and another, and it was like nothing changed, even if everything had.

the sumo plushie never left his desk, alongside other small things you learned he was interested in. small figurines from shows he found himself enraptured by, a pair of too-big sunglasses he had stolen from your apartment one day after you put them on him and said he looked too cute not to keep them, any little memento that reminded him of how full of love his life was.

and you? there was coffee waiting for you every morning, usually with a silly little note scribbled on the side. your desk always had fresh flowers before the last ones wilted. and directly next to your monitor? a picture of connor and sumo; a candid of connor laughing as sumo licked his face.

connor had a great memory, but he didn't need it to know he loved this little life of his. it was memorialized in the little things that surrounded him, the details painted vividly on the canvas that was his life.

you knew he had a great memory, but it didn't stop you from reminding him of how loved he was. and he didn't need it to remember to remind you of the exact same thing, every single day.

a/n i had the worst weekend writer's block blehh thank you so much for all of the love on my other works !! this has no real plot, i just sat down and started writing with no end in sight and crossed my fingers that it would become something. still unsure about it. everybody feel so free to send requests im in such a rut rn