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His Last Letter| Happy Ending| Request

AN: I had an ask/ request to write a happy ending to one of my other imagines called 'His Last Letter'. I didn't really know how to incorporate a happy ending to it, since it was pretty wrapped up, so I used the only out I could...I brought Leon back to life😅

Some of you might prefer the angsty original ending, but for those that desperately crave happy endings, here it is♡

It's essential to read the original imagine to understand this one. 
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Three Years After Leon's Death...

Music blares through the apartment as I rummage through every single cupboard, drawer and box I have. It's nearing the end of March, and my annual spring cleaning routine has come back around. I sit on the floor, separating items to get rid of or keep, and those 'll donate. I sort through the stack of DVD's that were Leon's, deciding to keep them all. I still think about him often, maybe more often than I should. He wanted me to be happy, and I think I'm...getting there. I haven't found anyone else yet, though I've been on two failed dates. It's hard not to compare every man to the one who still has my heart, so at this point I'm just focusing on myself. 

I shuffle to my bedside table, where most of my more private things are kept. Odd trinkets, old photos and Leon's letter collect dust at the bottom. A new song starts up from the speakers, one of Leon's old favourites, and for some reason I feel inclined to pick up his letter. I haven't read it in a long time, so I have to unfold it carefully before I can scan it again, my lips curving up now in some kind of sad smile as I remember the things he wished for me, and how our love was-is- still strong. I'm about to put it back when the sunlight shines onto it, casting some kind of faint pencil etching onto it. I frown, moving the paper closer to my face, seeing the extremely faint scribblings of an address. At first I just assume this paper was part of Leon's many notebooks, but then I get a tugging feeling. For his last letter I know he wouldn't have just torn a random scrap piece of paper from a journal, which makes me wonder if this address is intentional. 

I sigh, leaning back against the bed as I bring my knees to my chest, eyes staring at the letter as if the address will disappear. It's probably nothing. I've never even noticed it before, but still...a small pining inside of me desperately needs to find out, even if it just leads to nothing, at least I'll get a small trip out of it. Only days later do I find myself dropping everything and going across the country to investigate, only carrying with me the most basic essentials. The address leads me to the middle of nowhere, a large well kept ranch sits in the distance amongst green fields and a forested area nearby. It's peaceful, and looks like the place one would dream to call home. 

Fear grapples me as I get out of my car, my eyes darting back and forth as numerous explanations fill my mind, but none seem to stick. What is this place? Who lives here? Why did Leon know about it? I take a deep breath, then begin to walk up the long driveway, my palms sweat as I reach the porch, but before I can keep going suddenly the front door swings open, and a massive dog runs at me. My eyes widen at the large husky-like dog bounding towards me, its tongue lolls out of its mouth as it comes to me, but I'm too terrified to shout or run. I stand there, stepping back as it comes closer and closer and closer-

A sharp and loud whistle cuts through the air, stopping the dog immediately. It doesn't just capture the hounds attention, but my own. My eyes look up, locking with a dead man's. My throat dries up, my knees wobble, and my heart skips a beat as I see a man that looks freakily like my dead boyfriend, but a little older, come jogging towards us. I think a noise escapes me, but I'm not sure. Leon's lips part, then he stops a short distance in front of me, watching and waiting for my reaction. The world tilts, then I'm dropping to my knees, breath coming fast. Straight away he's there, crouching in front of me and reaching out to grab my shoulder. His familiar scent fills my nose, and it's too much. 

"No." I whisper, feeling angry and defensive and on the edge of a breakdown. I shrug his hand off, scooting away and falling on my butt. Leon looks hurt, but takes a levelling breath, giving me the space I need. I shake my head, "You're....You can't be my Leon." I shakily say, meeting his saddened eyes. 

Leon swallows thickly, then he speaks. "You finally found me." I arch a brow, lip quivering, "The address," He adds, "I put it there in case you never moved on. I figured you'd find me if you wanted to." 

"I couldn't ever move on from you." I sob, choking on my own words. Leon disregards the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me as I slump against him, this all feels like a dream, but deep down I know this is real. I cling to him, but that anger inside of me bubbles despite my relief. "I grieved for you!" I snap, fighting against him, but Leon holds me, not letting me go as his breathing becomes uneven. "YOU'RE DEAD!" I cry, tears streaming down my face as a breeze blows through me. 

"I'm not," Leon whispers, then he clears his throat, "I'm alive. I'm here."

"How?" I ask. 

"Hunnigan sent a team, ignoring my pleas against it. I was ready to die after being bitten...I had the gun to my head, ready to stop the infection, but...I blacked out before I could shoot. I woke up to a team around me, the antidote already in my system. I should be dead, but I'm not. By then, Hunnigan had already told you about my 'death', and the letter I wrote for you was probably in your hands. It would've caused you more confusion to suddenly turn up and change everything again." Leon explains, but it doesn't soothe me the way he assumed it would. I shake with rage and shock, pushing him away only to raise my hand and slap him. I regret it as soon as I pull my hand away, and Leon's eyes turn down. He nods, not bothered by the sting. 

"I deserve that. I broke your heart, and ruined your life." He mumbles. 

I shake my head, more tears spilling down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to...Leon, I love you so much." I cry, watching as his gaze lifts to mine, then he does the unexpected. He pulls me to him, his mouth latching onto mine. I melt into the kiss, acting on memory rather than this new relationship between us. I can't say it's a continuation, but we're not letting each other go. 

"I'm so glad you found me," Leon whispers as his hands bury into my hair, "I fucking love you so much Y/N." 

I grab at him, so overwhelmed by my feelings. But overall, he's alive and here with me, not dead and buried somewhere. I love him, and that's never going to change. "I'm never leaving you again, I'm not even going back to the city." I murmur as we pull away, standing up from the dusty ground. Leon's lips lift as he nods, taking my hand in his. 

"Good, I want you here anyway. I'll have someone get your things, and you can move in with me. We'll spend everyday together, and make up for lost time." Leon softly says, cupping my cheek. I nod, then my own lips curve upwards. 

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." I quote one of Leon's favourite movies, Casablanca. Leon pulls back, eyes narrowing until he chuckles, wrapping an arm around my middle as he leads me to the massive house, his dog following at our heels. 

"So you watched the movies I asked you to?" 

"Yeah," I reply, "they were pretty good." I huff, looking up at my home, who will always be a man named Leon Kennedy. His heart is a cage I'm happy to be nestled in.