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your heart aches as your name leaves his lips.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, my love."
you blink the tears away as he wipes the tears away from your face, his battered hands hold your face so gently.
you are happy to have him back, but 'is he truly happy?'
the storm rages outside, you sit on the couch unbothered. the jacket still smells like leon but you haven't met him for months since he got summon. fisting the sleeves, tears threatening to ruin your carefully applied mascara, you wonder...
if he is thinking about you right now?
the knock brings you back to the present, peering through the doorbell camera...
the same blue eyes you've spent months wondering about stare right back at you. dark veins crawl beneath his skin, spreading across his face you love caressing.
requiem leon would love taking care of you so much. he’d grab things from the higher shelves for you, wash your hair while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. whenever youre stressed and start to cry, he’d wipe and kiss your tears away, whispering “i know baby .. i know..”
whenever leon comes back home after a mission, he needs a stress reliever. as soon as he sees you, he picks you up and starts kissing every single inch of you. “i’m sorry… i just need you right now,” he murmurs,
leon being your partner in crime; silly, clingy and best friends in love with a little bit of chaos and a whole lot of tenderness, sharing a deep emotional intimacy and an unconditional love that makes you each other's safest place
wake up in the middle of the night with leon's arms wrapping around your waist. you feel his nose grazes at your nape. leon murmurs, "it's okay. i'm here. i'm not gonna leave your side."
leon kennedy taking care of you while you’re sick. making you chamomile tea and checking in on you every once in a while, he’d want to still hold your hand despite the fact that he could also get sick, he’d just want to be there for you as you watch your favourite comfort movies
your boyfriend di!leon pulling up outside your house on his motorcycle to pick you up for a date, drawing you closer by the waist for a kiss before handing you his helmet and helping you climb onto the bike, wrapping your arms around his waist as you settle comfortably behind him
vendetta leon would be so so clingy with you, more than he’d admit. when he’s finally sober, he tries to be only his best and comfortable self with you, meaning he’ll cuddle with you whenever he can. leon loves physical touch, always wanting to have his arms around you. 🖤
to wear leon's sweatpants, t-shirts and oversized hoodies while he's staring at you with the softest, most lovesick smile and a helplessly in love expression only for him to say “you look better in those than i ever did”
rookie leon would be such an obsessed lover. he’d be super proud of being your boyfriend, talking about you whenever he gets the chance to. he’d daydream about marrying you, having children that have your eyes and personality. as long as leon has you, he feels complete. 🖤
quiet and chilly mornings with a half asleep leon, his voice deep and raspy as he murmurs sleepy words between kisses pulling the blankets over you both, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your body as he holds you close, feeling the warmth radiating from his bare chest
leon's dirty blonde locks tickle your nape, his nose grazes at your collarbone. flutters your eyes shut as his large hands span over your waist. the citylight illuminates the room.
"do we have to go?" he gruffs, he shuts his eyes and nuzzles to your skin.
"leon, we promised them", you sigh, your fingers combing through his hair, "we even picked the outfit."
leon snickers, "the red dress? it looks better on the floor..."