Leon Kennedy Fluff Headcanons

Request: saw your requests were open 😏 what about some recent leon (damnation, re6, vendetta...)? maybe a little hc about the reader doing something nice for him, a little surprise breakfast or just... washing his hair or being gentle w him or getting him a little gift for him bc god knows he deserves to be taken care of for a change, this man has been through so much i just wanna see him happy and HEALTHY for once.

I hope you don’t mind me writing for Vendetta Leon! But YES I want to see this man HAPPY!!

I’m also just getting used to writing for Leon, so sorry this is short, but I just need to practice!

(Plus I just saw the Infinite Darkness character trail and I am crying inside help he’s SO PRETTY-)

You and Leon have known each other since you met as rookies during the whole crisis at Racoon City. Young, terrified, and invariably drawn together, the two of you had known your hearts were intertwined together for a reason. Sitting together on the train, shoulders gently bumping together with each jolt of the track, Leon was absolutely exhausted as he grabbed your hands and wrapped his larger ones around them.
As you placed your head on his shoulder, sighing in a mix of relief and stilted fear, he knew from the pit of his stomach, that he was going to marry you someday.
The two of you finally soon got the chance after the mission in Spain to rescue Ashley Graham. It was the first time you had ever seen Leon cry.
After that, you know every mission gets harder and harder for him to be sent off onto, especially ones that the two of you aren’t working on together. He’s just so scared of something bad happening to you when you’re gone, sometimes he just wants to quit, or give up, or just run away to somewhere where you are his only priority.
He’ll always have to take a piece of you away with him. Whether it’s frayed jumper you always wear, that he can hold while he sleeps because it smells like you, or your favourite book that he takes out to smile at the curls of the yellowed, curled pages. He has a polaroid you took of the two of you a few months after you started dating, though, on him all the time. He places it in his breast pocket, the edges worn away, every inch seared into his memory from looking at it so often.
He rubs this thumb over it with a fond smile when things get a little tough at work, remembering the day like it was yesterday. The two of you had just moved into his apartment together, and he had tried to surprise you by trying to cook a pancake breakfast like his mom used to do when he was tiny. You woke up to a steam of black smoke pummelling into the bedroom, and a string of soft curses as you run out and catch your boyfriend, wearing nothing but his boxers, trying to turn off the fire alarm by whipping the dish towel at it.
When you had finally cleared everything up, you had found the moment too funny and too Leon to forget, tugging him into your side and holding up your camera to capture his blushing face as he gazed at you.
So when you came back, not knowing Leon had already returned from his mission to find Glenn Arias, and could see the outline of your husband sipping whiskey from where he leans against the kitchen counter of our home, you knew you had to help him feel like himself again.
'Hello, you handsome idiot. Why didn’t you tell me you were back, I would have picked you up from the airport.’
‘Well hello there, sweetheart. Sorry, I meant to turn the lights on. And call, but after your driving in Tall Oaks, I’m keeping my promise never to get into a car with you again.’
He chuckles into his drink as you shake your head and drop your bag by the coat rack. His eyes never leave yours, but you can see how weary and needy for you he is by the way they dip every so often.
You don’t need to say anything when you close the front door with your foot and approach Leon, just feeling your heart break at the way he tries to smile convincingly at you, but instead just falls into your reaching arms. He groans into your neck, careful not to put his full weight on you, turning more into a low grunt as you rub your hand over your back and shrug off his jacket.
He lets you pull him into the living room, the two of you giggling as you trip over each other’s feet, tugging and untangling your husband’s shirt from over his head. He places his hands on your waist when his thighs finally bump against the sofa, the intensity of his gaze making heat rise up your cheeks. Before he can complete his mission of rushing down to kiss you, you press your hands flat against his chest and push him down onto the cushions.
He humphs in amusement as you collapse down next to him, rolling him over until his face is comically smushed against the pillow. You straddle his back, thighs sending a shiver up his spine as your begin to rub your hands up and down the dips of his bare back, tickling and pressing over each curve and bump you could map out by memory.
‘Let me take care of you, Rookie.’
‘Hey, that’s my job. And my line!’
He tries to get up, but you just wrestle him back down again.
‘That was years ago’, you laugh with a start, enjoying the way he squirms and begins chuckling with you at the way you poke your fingers on the side of his stomach, ‘get over it rookie.’
After a few hours, you can tell he’s beginning to get restless by the way his legs start clenching against your own.
He just wants to hold you so bad that it’s not really a surprise when he rolls over onto his side and knocks you over, hands grabbing onto your wrists before you’re pulled into his side.
You shuffle the two of you until his head is nestled on top of your chest, your heartbeat soothing Leon with each beat. He finds his own jolting at your touch, having spent so long dreaming about this moment. He’d never admit it, but he felt cosy. Not just warm, and comfortable, as he allows you (literally the only person in the world) to card your fingers through his hair and stroke his fringe away from his forehead. Not just so in love, as he presses his chin into your chest and gazes up at you with those deep, lovestruck puppy dog eyes. Not just happier than he ever thought he could be, that he deserved, as your fingers trickle down his arms and send jolts of electricity shooting through his body. No, his cosiness felt like home, like everything he’s ever wanted wrapped into one person.
Gosh, Leon just loves you so much holy moly. You are genuinely the only good thing he’s ever had, and he’s just so scared sometimes because he knows if he loses you, he’ll lose all of him too.
He just can’t do any of this without the love of his life. Without you.
Before he knows it, he’s fallen asleep. You try not to twitch too much, pressing a hand that was stroking the hairs at the nape of his neck to your mouth. You try to choke back your laughter at the little snores that escape Leon’s mouth, and the way he shudders sometimes against your skin.
He jolts awake once, remnants of Racoon City still clouding his mind, but you cuddle him closer into you. Wrapping your legs around his jeans, he sighs in pleasure as he dozes off again, feeling safe as the little spoon for once.
As he drifts off again, you murmur warm little nothings into his ear, enjoying the way he smiles against your cheek. You whisper about the ice cream date you guys went on after surviving your first zombie outbreak. Or the time you had jumped out with a monster mask on your first Halloween together and made him jump a mile up into the air, spilling his coffee all over his dress shirt. Or happy you were to see him at the gate at Racoon City’s Police Department, how you knew everything would be alright once you found him.
And you were right.
When he wakes up the next morning, alone on the sofa, he immediately sits up in a panic. He completely falls off of the sofa, heart and mind racing a thousand miles a minute as he runs towards the front door, feeling nauseous as he prepares to see the door splintered down and you gone.
Of course they would take you, he chides himself, you are the most important thing to him in this whole Universe.
He nearly collapses in relief though, when you pop your head out from around the kitchen wall with a smile. You’re holding a pan in one hand, pancake sizzling and a spatula in the other, speakers blasting with the playlist Leon had made for you for your third anniversary.
He tries to settle his breathing, but he finds his heart skips a beat when he sees you wearing his leather jacket.
It turns out, you had called Hunnigan and somehow managed to demand the two of you should have the weekend off, and somehow she agreed.
He does spend the rest of the time in the kitchen trying to distract you though. His large hands are are running over your shoulders, chin pressed onto the top of your head as he sways the two of you from side to side. Every time you try to move away, he tugs you back and showers every inch of your head with kisses until you elbow him away.
He found a huge, genuine smile break out on his face for one of the first times in weeks when he rubs his thumb over your wedding ring, dipping down to sweetly press his lips against your own.

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