❝   LYCANS AND GENTLEMEN, WE THANK YOU FOR WAITING ! ❞

fatedtragedie​:

It’s not often when one can, so to speak, “one up” on leon kennedy and there is a small sense of pride there for maybe being one of the few people in the world that could. while she hasn’t given away what the meaning of her words meant, it’s because she doesn’t want to be rejected. claire did over the years develop true and genuine feelings for leon, she was never quite sure if he felt similar. they had both been put into a harrowing situation when they first met and it created an everlasting bond that no one could break, watching as his expression changed. maybe, if she had been a bit more blunt, he’d see the truth. her face fell slightly at his words, before laughing softly at his clarification. “ well then i should consider myself lucky. i got asked out with fries in the process.” she realizes that it’s coming off like she’s joking still. “ leon, you’re totally okay, honestly. i’m relieved you’re safe and i love spending time with you.” she nods her head, taking a few of her own fries when they are placed down in front of her after thanking the waitress. “ you do make a very good point. not too salty nor greasy, it’s got the perfect mixture. adding some cheese next time would just push this over the top. ”

much  like  ada  wong,  claire  redfield  had  been  a  constant  in  his  life  and  he’d  be  lying  if  he  said  that  he  didn’t  have  feelings  for  the  woman  across  from  him.  it  was  a  curse  for  him,  falling  in  love  with  people  he  could  never  truly  settle  down  with  due  to  his  job  ---  and  his  own  unwillingness  to  let  his  walls  down  for  once  to  even  see  if  he  could  make  things  work.  he  made  it  no  secret  that  he  was  in  love  with  ada,  but  how  many  years  has  it  been  since?  despite  their  little  bump  ins  when  it  comes  down  to  missions,  nothing  was  solid  and  set  into  stone.  leon  had  gradually  moved  away  from  the  love  aspect  and  vowed  to  always  protect  the  spy  whenever  push  came  to  shove.  but  claire  was  a  physical  constant,  even  when  work  didn’t  slap  them  together  as  unofficial  partners  trying  to  fight  crime  and  monsters,  leading  to  the  blossom  of  feelings  in  his  heart.  can  she  tell?  leon  doubts  she  knows  he’s  displaying  his  love  through  food  and  kind  gestures  since  words  never  came  easy.  like  now,  leon  is  easing  out  of  the  booth  to  quickly  catch  up  with  the  waitress,  asking  her  for  something  inaudible  before  she  smiles  with  a  nod  and  disappears  into  the  back.  when  she  returns  with  a  container  filled  with  yellow,  leon  gratefully  accepts  and  heads  over  to  take  his  seat,  sliding  the  plastic  dish  towards  claire.  inside  is  liquid  melted  cheddar  cheese  that  can  be  poured  over  the  fries  and  leon  can’t  help  the  satisfied  expression  on  his  face.    ❝  time  to  get  to  pushing  then.  ❞

trustsbuilt​:

        winning a battle with leon has already proven tough enough. winning a battle of sentiment was even tougher; like rebecca had pointed out, they both had a stubbornness unmatched. a grasping of self preservation that not even their most powerful foe could break. and this? this was just the tip of the iceberg for chris. despite the calm, he still had a bone to pick with the agent over liangshang, hence his all-too-upfront attitude. and even then, he still cared, too. wouldn’t want anything to happen to the guy. never on his watch. he owed it to him after the many times he’s helped him in the past. without leon around, more would be at stake.

      ❝   i have a name, you know. ❞  he musters a smile so the other knows the statement is in partial jest. ❝  you’re more than welcome to keep using it.  ❞  @maitilda​ from HERE.

winning  a  smile  was  damn  near  impossible  these  days  and  had  chris  known  leon  from  his  rookie,  horrible  first  day  as  a  cop  position  like  his  sister  had,  he’d  have  noticed  the  shell  of  a  man  standing  before  him.  back  then,  smiling  came  with  ease,  along  with  optimism.  but  with  each  passing  year  and  mission,  all  leon  had  were  life  lessons  and  snark  that  was  supposed  to  be  sense  of  humor  ---  not  like  anyone  could  really  tell  a  difference  since  his  jokes  were  usually  sarcastic  sardonicism.  he  doesn’t  expect  chris  to  take  his  words  this  lightly,  much  less  point  out  how  leon  rarely  calls  him  by  his  name.  for  a  second,  leon’s  expression  doesn’t  change  from  its  usual  tight-browed  seriousness  and  eyes  narrow  into  slits,  even  after  chris  baits  him  with  a  smile.  it’s  a  nice  smile;  looks  like  something  from  a  berenstain  bears  book  that’s  warm  and  inviting,  but  dangerous  beneath  nonetheless.  ❝  nah,  i’ll  pass.  ❞    a  crooked  smirk  is  born,  tiny  in  appearance  yet  leon’s  eyes  hold  a  gentleness  that  his  face  does  not.      ❝  but  thanks  anyway,  redfield.  ❞

Chris: There’s been an outbreak, we need to-

Leon:

bad boy leon 😍

“thank you, but I know what I’m doing”

THANK YOU IDEAS. ( ACCEPTING. )

chris redfield had a way with words and emotions unlike many others leon had encountered in the line of work they both did. he often assumed the other was a jarhead or just the typical asshole who managed to save lives --- like a rude emt with a duty to the people kind of guy. but over the years of running into him and sharing missions, leon can see that his persona was less asshole and stuck up, but his way of deflecting any fear coming his way. claire did it more than the agent can count, all smiles and her calm way of telling leon she could handle whatever they faced. it was brave, admirable even, but god did he fucking hate it. he wasn’t sure he hated it until this very moment, deciding that maybe it wasn’t so bad and could be overlooked as just a redfield trait but no, he knows it’s a peeve.

it wasn’t even the wording that causes leon to scowl deeply, arms folding tightly across his chest as he stares the other man down. how was it that chris didn’t even realize two guns were better than one? or was he really serious about leon’s well-being and didn’t want him involved? it’s the latter ( or not ) that grants just an ounce of anger to be removed from the blonde, a mixture of understanding and bemusement flashing in his eyes. ❝ then i’m coming with you to make sure you know what you’re doing.❞ it’s leon’s way of saying that he cares for chris’ well-being too, equally as much, despite his hard time actually admitting it. saying that alone isn’t enough to shut the man up and before he can protest, leon quickly replies with  ❝ i’ll be fine, don’t worry, redfield.❞

people i’d like to know better

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ) shysie.

TWO ( BIRTHDAY )   december 19th. 

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN )  sagittarius.

FOUR ( HEIGHT ) 5′10.

FIVE ( HOBBIES ) writing, reading, singing, dancing, gaming.

SIX (FAVORITE COLOR) black.

SEVEN ( FAVORITE BOOKS ) i’m a janeite.

EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO )   hey now by london grammar. 

NINE ( LAST SHOW WATCHED ) the walking dead.

TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ) playing resident evil games, watching the resident evil cgi films, just looking at fan art or music that reminds me of leon gives me muse.

ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ) it’s the name of one of his iconic pistols.

tagged by: @irrcverence ( tysm bb! )

tagging: anyone else that wants to do this!

“thank you for listening”

THANK YOU IDEAS. ( ACCEPTING. )

     she was bottling everything up the whole night they’d been together, using the movie as a reason to not talk and pretended that leon couldn’t notice the uncomfortable twitch at certain scenes involving creatures attacking people. it was a poor choice for fear, especially since the agent had experienced real fear on a daily basis, but some parts struck home for jess and it called for a pausing and inquiry. he doesn’t prod even when she says that he wouldn’t believe her, opting for the casual try me and leans back on the couch with one brow raised. thankfully, she does try him and each word she mutters becomes apparent that she’s never really talked to anyone about the horrors in those mines.

leon can’t bring himself to interrupt and ask questions ( neither does he want to ) about the events or the things called wendigos, but he lends his ear. a gentle palm covers her shoulder, fingers closing around it securely as he lends affection as best as he can. what he doesn’t count for is the thank you, as if just listening to jessica’s deepest concerns and worries was a bother. ❝you don’t ever have to thank me for listening to you.❞ leon says, a brief smile flashing on his face despite the evident seriousness tugging down his brows. ❝i’d like to think we are beyond acquaintances and at the friends needing a shoulder to lean on when things get tough base.❞

“THANK YOU” IDEAS

Here are some dialogue prompts that all start with the words “thank you.” Feel free to use any of them and get creative with the context!

“thank you for listening”

“thank you, I get that a lot”

“thank you, but no”

“thank you for your time”

“thank you for understanding”

“thank you, I needed to hear that”

“thank you, I can take it from here”

“thank you, that’s enough”

“thank you, you didn’t have to do that”

“thank you for your help”

“thank you, no one has ever said that to me before”

“thank you for inviting me”

“thank you, that means a lot to me”

“thank you for trusting me”

“thank you, how did you know today’s my birthday?”

“thank you, you’re gonna make me blush”

“thank you for not giving up”

“thank you for participating”

“thank you, I love it”

“thank you, but I know what I’m doing”

“thank you, i get that a lot.”

THANK YOU IDEAS. ( ACCEPTING. )

   half of the city sought the wonder of neon lights and illuminated billboards with advertisements of the next best upgrade and installment they can slide or replace into any part of their body. they thought night city was only at its best when the sun set and the streets were crawling with joytoys and crime, the usual statistics of the place and unavoidable no matter where one went. for someone like max-tac, outings among such atrocities was frowned upon, guard up and cybernetics constantly waiting for trouble to sniff them out -- or if they were lucky, they found it first and had a feast. reputation was perhaps the worst in law enforcement to the point they doubted if they were human. well, leon kennedy did, anyway. he was aware of the flaws in his neural processor, along with what it meant should he ever get caught up in the blood-rage and succumb. his lieutenant usually kept a close eye on him during raids, but it never was enough to keep the nagging thoughts at bay. and he knows the woman understands faulty implants given the fact she too, suffered the same affliction and recruited some who were no different.

he doesn’t consider the therapy sessions as a total waste of time and leans towards the advice of getting out and mingling, to continue to preserve his humanity by acting like one. luckily, he met someone who’s more alive than any other he’s had the pleasure of meeting. when the call comes through and her voice, like a purr, tells him to get dressed and meet her at lizzie’s bar, leon doesn’t question ( he had opened his mouth to but she hung up ) the occasion and does as he’s told. without the max-tac gear on, he looks rather normal with his black dress shirt and slacks on, sleeves rolled up over lethal forearms and whiskey glass between his fingers. when v finally does show, leon expects the night to be spent at the bar and mindless chit-chat. how foolish had he been. hours have ticked by and leon can hear the unfamiliar sound of a laugh, his own laugh, echoing in the small corner of the vip room they managed to get after growing bored of sitting on stools. he doesn’t remember most of their conversation leading up to him listening to the woman tell the story about how she and a friend nearly died during a shootout at a nearby cafe, but he feels the corners of his lips hike up in amusement and heat rush to his eyelids as a haze settles over v’s form.

without any reason why, the bar suddenly feels too suffocating and far too loud for him to focus. leon jolts up from his seated position on the couch, grasps v’s wrist and leads her outside. they both haven’t established trust with each other and he reassures her of any ill-intent as he calls his motorcycle to pick them up. the drive feels euphoric for him, wind whipping through hair and stinging cheeks, a grimes song playing just as they break free from the city and cross into badland territory. he can’t remember the last time he’d brought someone out here with him, the last time arms were wrapped around his waist and warmth seeped into his back. hell, when was the last time someone was on the back of his bike? as he pulls into the sunset motel parking lot, clambers off the bike and leads her to the top balcony just as the sun begins to spill over the horizon. it hits her face first, cascading along her cheek bones and catching her eyes. leon can’t help but stare as if the sun is right beside him, watching the way her skin pops out much more here than it ever could within the confines of the club and its lights. ❝ you look beautiful. ❞  it falls out of his mouth so quickly and the obvious startle is fresh upon his face. thankfully, v only smiles and replies casually enough that leon can exhale again. still, he decides that instead of watching the sun rise in the sky, he’d watch how it made her burn radiantly. 

fatedtragedie​:

Perhaps at one time, chris would have thought this would have been easier, that one day they could fight that final fight and be able to move on from bio-terrorism. sadly, it seemed that this was going to be a fight that wouldn’t end. him and Leon were going to be near dirt and still fighting. he doesn’t like the idea of attempting to use an elevator with a faulty generator, but even he doesn’t want to climb up all those stairs with his equipment. “i suppose using it is better than us trying to climb up all of the stairs.” he already knows that if they were lucky, they may end up on a floor where they wouldn’t find any infected, but he knows that they may not be that lucky. his luck felt like it was running out.

chris could have been full of anxiety if he was going to make that big climb up those stairs and had to face a swarm of infected alone. having leon was a blessing in disguise to have him at his side while they were fighting. his feet followed after the other man, taking in his confidence that he senses and he feels confident as well. he let out a soft laugh as he listened to leon’s words before stepping inside the elevator when the doors opened. “well damn, i guess we’re going to have to forget the strength training, just this once.”

the  second  elevator  doors  slide  shut,  his  (  rather  lame  )  sense  of  humor  becomes  swallowed  up  in  all  that  kennedy  seriousness.  perhaps  it  could  go  unnoticed,  especially  how  he  purposely  presses  his  back  to  the  wall  behind  him  and  shoulders  the  intensity  of  tension  coursing  throughout  his  body  like  electrical  currents.  despite  having  such  confidence  with  chris  alongside  him  comes  the  dread  that  no  one  realizes  leon  faces  each  time  ---  a  look  and  emotion  he  has  mastered  at  hiding  since  the  racoon  city  incident.  or  was  it  later  on?  when  he  finally  lost  half  his  team  and  came  to  the  conclusion  he  couldn’t  save  everyone,  no  matter  how  skilled  he  was  and  the  odds  working  in  his  favor  majority  of  the  time.  no  one  notices  the  way  his  fingers  twitch  while  waiting  for  that  one  final  moment,  the  grand  finale,  do  or  die.  how  long  has  he  masked  his  own  troubles  just  for  the  sake  of  not  wanting  those  closest  to  him  to  think  they  should  worry  about  him?  he  expels  a  deep  breath  in  unison  with  the  dings  of  each  floor  they  successfully  reach  and  a  mental  gut-punch  makes  him  speak  barely  above  a  whisper.

❝  just  so  we’re  clear,  ❞    head  shifts  in  chris’  direction,  eyes  half-lidded  from  just  the  mere  thoughts  in  his  head.    ❝  your  priority  is  making  sure  those  people  live  to  see  another  day,  not  ensuring  my  safety  should  things  go  wrong.  ❞    leon  knows  he’s  a  fucking  hypocrite  since  the  same  can  be  said  to  him  from  the  other  and  it  would  be  like  talking  to  a  brick  wall.  leon  was  selfless  and  selfish  at  the  same  time,  unable  to  make  the  choice  between  sacrificing  one  or  the  other  if  he  could  save  them  both.  push  comes  to  hard  ass  shove,  leon  would  never  abandon  chris  and  he’d  never  abandon  those  in  need  –  so  where  exactly  did  that  leave  him?  some  how,  he  forgot  that  it  was  okay  to  have  someone  looking  out  for  and  protecting  him  instead  of  it  always  being  the  other  way  around.  claire  had  noticed  the  shift  possibly  first,  but  chris?  he  doubts  if  the  man  noticed  the  tiny  quirks  and  issues  he  had  within  his  presence,  aside  from  possibly  knowing  leon’s  dry  humor  was  his  way  of  trying  to  lighten  the  situation  and  make  it  more  bearable.

“THANK YOU” IDEAS

Here are some dialogue prompts that all start with the words “thank you.” Feel free to use any of them and get creative with the context!

“thank you for listening”

“thank you, I get that a lot”

“thank you, but no”

“thank you for your time”

“thank you for understanding”

“thank you, I needed to hear that”

“thank you, I can take it from here”

“thank you, that’s enough”

“thank you, you didn’t have to do that”

“thank you for your help”

“thank you, no one has ever said that to me before”

“thank you for inviting me”

“thank you, that means a lot to me”

“thank you for trusting me”

“thank you, how did you know today’s my birthday?”

“thank you, you’re gonna make me blush”

“thank you for not giving up”

“thank you for participating”

“thank you, I love it”

“thank you, but I know what I’m doing”

fatedtragedie​:

Taking the fry was going to happen one way or another, but seeing the look on his face, she couldn’t help to return a playful grin in response to that scolding look. she knows that its fake, leon would never truly be that upset with her. besides, someone had to look out for him while he’s out on dangerous missions, not like she wasn’t doing the same. she hoped that he was going to eat, she always worried about him and his needs before her own. she supposes that’s how she’s always been looking out for those she cared for, chris and now leon. claire’s face flushes when he orders more fries for her. he didn’t have to do anything like that for her, but she appreciates the gesture all the same. her face expresses worry when his tone turns serious, she was honestly joking. she hoped that he wasn’t taking her words that he was losing his mind as something to worry about. he was one of the bravest people she’s ever met. then, she sees that look upon his face and tilts her head back as she laughs. “if you wanted to ask me out, leon kennedy, all you needed to do was ask, and you don’t even have to lure me with fries.”

HEAT  RISES  WITHIN  THE  SMALL  space  of  the  booth  and  crawls  up  his  neck  until  the  flush  settles  within  his  cheeks  at  the  woman’s  words.  she’s  stumped  him,  brilliantly  considering  that  leon  usually  has  a  comeback  for  flirtatious  jokes  ---  or  at  least  when  he  was  younger,  it  came  easier  and  most  women  just  rolled  their  eyes  or  brushed  him  off  as  joking.  the  issue  with  claire  is  that  he  can’t  tell  if  she  was  serious  or  just  being  cheeky  like  her  brother.  his  expression  goes  flat,  flips  to  confusion  before  getting  stuck  on  cocky.  ❝  when  i  ask  out  pretty  girls,  i  like  to  charm  them  in  the  process.  ❞    leon  replies,  smirk  forming  and  it  remains  for  a  full  three  seconds  until  his  brain  catches  up  to  what  he  just  said  and  he  feels  the  need  to  quickly  clarify  the  phrase.    ❝  ---  not  that  i  ask  out  a  lot  of  girls,  or  anyone  in  general.  and  i  don’t  lure  them  with  fries  like  a  weirdo.  ❞    well,  this  is  fucking  embarrassing  and  calls  for  the  agent  to  shove  four  fries  into  his  mouth  and  chew  cautiously,  hand  coming  out  to  snatch  a  napkin  and  place  it  over  his  lips.    ❝  they  have  the  best  fries  here,  really.  not  too  salty  and  greasy,  you  know?  ❞

     "help me" 

              two words you ᴋɴᴏᴡ I can’t refuse

fatedtragedie​:

Gaining information was a big part of her normal day to day business and keeping tabs on the people she cared for was one of them, especially after she lost contact with chris when raccoon city fell. yes, she did befriend hunnigan and she might have asked for a general direction for where leon was, but it was up to her to discover where he might have been. It was clearly a coincidence, that’s all. she keeps the smile on her face as she sits down across from him. starving, she takes one of his fries, only the one because- “you should eat, you can’t let delicious fries go bad.” her worry for leon is laced in her words. she let out a soft laugh at his suggestion of chris telling her he was in town. “a lady doesn’t give away her secrets, leon kennedy,” she teases him. it was soon followed by a sound escaping her lips at his response. “stalking you? you must have finally lost your mind.”

EVEN  THOUGH  HE’D  BEEN  EXPECTING  the  fry  napping  sooner  or  later,  he  still  can’t  stop  the  ❝  hey--  ❞  that  comes  out  of  his  mouth  when  the  one  fry  is  stolen  and  sacrificed  within  claire’s  mouth.  leon  gives  her  his  best  fake  scolding  looks  before  leaning  back  in  the  booth,  shaking  his  head  as  she  tells  him  he  should  eat.  would  she  ever  stop  worrying  about  him  and  focus  on  herself  for  once?  probably  no,  but  luckily  the  blonde  wasn’t  going  to  let  her  get  away  with  such  an  affection  without  returning  his  own.  he  draws  the  attention  of  the  waitress  back  over  to  his  table  and  asks  for  another  large  fry  basket  for  his  lovely  friend,  all  smiles  and  charm  as  he  does  so  until  the  woman  leaves  to  get  said  ordered  item.    ❝  maybe  i  have  lost  my  mind,  claire.  ❞    leon  sounds  serious,  as  if  he  has  taken  her  words  to  heart  ---  until  he  leans  forward  and  gives  a  rather  tiredly  dumb  smirk  and  continues  talking.    ❝  or  unless  i’m  the  one  stalking  you  and  this  was  my  dubious  plan  to  lure  you  into  the  diner  and  buy  you  fries.  ❞

fatedtragedie​:

After everything that he has been through, he doesn’t have it in him to give up. yet, there have been times when he wants to give up, to walk away from fighting this long-winded fight. to go back to europe and stay there like he did many years ago. granted, at that time, he wasn’t trying to run away, it was to gain information to continue his warpath against umbrella. a fight, that he feels is almost never ending. he truly tries to figure out what was it all worth fighting for when company after company come out with a new virus, men and women, who continue to try and follow the same path that albert wesker started years ago. couldn’t they have just given the world a rest, instead of trying to destroy it? they are supposed to be the grand hero’s and saving everyone’s lives, but what happens to them when they are trapped? what’s going to become of them if they stay trapped in a place like this with no way out? he ignores his negative thoughts, pushing them aside when he feels the tension in leon leave him. he’s a bit more relaxed, glad that in all this, he could do something good, following his eyes towards the map.

he wondered where they were going to have to go next and upon hearing his words, chris’s eyes practically rolled to the back of his head. “of course, there’s seventeen floors and probably no working elevators, knowing our luck.” taking a few steps to catch up to him, he snorts at his words. “well, i suppose that it’s a very good thing that i left my rocket launcher at home.”

NOTHING  WAS  EASY  WHEN  BIO-TERRORISM  struck  and  the  hoops  leon  has  dived  through  over  the  years  had  prepared  him  to  expect  the  worse  when  face  with  more  than  one  option.  he  shares  a  brief  look  of  neutrality  before  looking  back  down  to  the  half  faded  map  and  checking  out  their  alternatives.  lower  level  was  a  no  go,  the  lobby  was  suicide  if  they  even  thought  about  going  down  there  in  hopes  for  a  working  elevator.  main  offices  was  a  coin  toss,  but  leon  had  enough  ammo  and  he  was  certain  chris  wasn’t  close  to  running  out  any  time  soon.    ❝  given  the  faulty  backup  generator,  we  won’t  make  it  all  seventeen  floors,  but  it  will  cut  out  how  many  flights  of  steps  we’ll  be  taking.  ❞    leon  says,  shoulders  shrugging  off  the  sense  of  dread  at  realizing  they  might  be  stepping  out  onto  a  floor  overrun  with  infected  once  those  elevator  doors  opened.

he  finally  begins  to  fold  the  map  up,  making  it  as  small  and  neat  as  he  can  before  putting  it  into  his  leather  jacket  pocket.  if  he’d  been  doing  this  mission  alone,  leon  would  have  probably  felt  a  bigger  since  of  worry  crawl  into  the  muscles  of  his  body,  except  he’s  not.  and  that  alone  is  enough  for  him  to  head  towards  the  elevator  down  the  hall  with  instilled  confidence,  a  chuckle  breathed  out  as  he  presses  a  button  on  the  panel.    ❝  you  kidding  me?  the  launcher  could  have  been  used  in  conjunction  with  the  cardio  as  strength  training.  ❞