X Reader Lemon Oneshots

Leon Kennedy x Reader (=)

It was a chill summer night and most of the guests have already left the bar I worked at. I was about to pack my stuff together too, tired and ready to go home, before I saw him enter through the modern, golden glass door. He fitted right into the elegant vintage style bar: a tall, handsome, blonde man with blue eyes just as deep as the ocean.

He wore a navy- colored uniform, on which it stated "R.P.D.", which harmonized perfectly with his flawless pale skin. He let his gaze wander through the dim room until our eyes met. There was just this intensity in his look that made my heart skip a beat. I had a thing for men in uniform.

„Is this place closed already?", he asked as he came closer to the bar I was standing behind. I shook my head, and was immediately a bit surprised. Normally I would have never done anything that could interfere with my quitting time, but this time it was a pretty good looking reason.

He walked through the room and took a seat right in front of me, leaning over the counter. He looked tense.

„I was almost closing. But now I will make you the best drink you could get. R.P.D., thats the raccoon police department. Hard day at work?"

The man gave me a small smile. It was just a smile and still, I felt my heart melting in my chest. He was so fucking cute.

"You have no idea. Lets just say, theres a bit of a problem that we have to solve.", he answered.

I smiled knowingly. There are always people with secrets, and normally they told me all of them after a few drinks, but the mysteriousness fitted him. I knew that he wouldnt loose a word.

"So, what would you like? I can make almost anything.", I asked.

„Surprise me", he just said, smirking back at me and I immediately felt how my cheeks started to burn up. I quickly turned around to get started. Aiming for a vermouth based drink, I started mixing some stuff together. I felt his gaze on my back, a feeling that let me shiver.

But it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, it was a feeling of safety. Like someone was there to protect me, looking after every move I made, interested in my work. After i finished preparing his drink I turned around but he wasn't sitting there anymore. Instead he was at the window, looking at the dark street.

He looked a bit concerned, so I asked him: "Is something wrong?". He was still watching whatever was outside, and then suddenly turned to me. "This might sound crazy, but you gotta trust me here. Something isn't right. Is there a safe place somewhere here? Preferrably lockable?", he said as he walked over to me fast, almost pushing me as he took my arm.

As a reflex, I pulled back, immediately regretting it, but that wasn't important enough to care about at that moment.

„Was I too close? I'm sorry", he said and took one step away from me. I could tell he meant it, and I was happy about his respectfullness. "What is the problem? Is there someone lungering in front of the bar? That happens. Ill tell him off.", I said, a bit surprised that someone like him was that concerned about a mere delinquent.

"Wait!", he shouted, trying to stop me, but I was already over at the door, opening it up. In front of it stood a big man in a rather unsettling posture, facing away. "I am sorry sir, but the bar is closed for today. Please come back another day, and dont forget to stay sa-", I couldn't even finish my sentence. When the man turned around, my eyes widened in terror. His eyes looked fishy, almost blind, and his skin was scratched off in many places, in others it looked foul.

The man let out a gurgling sound, and as he charged at me, I screamed. Everything happened fast, but I didn't feel the hit that I was expecting. When I opened my eyes, I saw him again. The beautiful man was in front of me, parring the beasts attack with his arm. "W- what in the...", I stuttered, and then I saw more of them. Looked like a dozen, all coming into our direction.