𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Leon Scott Kennedy is a government agent known for his preference to work alone. He has always been reluctant to collaborate with others. However, his perspective changed as he began to struggle with the complexities of conducting dangerous missions while managing reports in an office environment all day. The president offered to assign him an assistant. Although Leon initially refused the offer, he ultimately had no choice but to accept when the president insisted. What could possibly go wrong? Everything, apparently. [Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader]

Some things were never meant to survive...especially Leon and his team... After the events of Resident Evil 4, something begins to creep up to the surface once again.. and far more dangerous than before. Y/N, a smart, 24 year old, infectious disease specialist, is who gets pulled into an operation she can't refuse. But as the truth begins to unravel, it becomes clear things were never really what they seemed. Because in the end, there's one factor no one accounted for- the human variable.

Everyone knew Leon Kennedy. He was the man behind presidents, the survivor of impossible places, the face that appeared on screens and stayed in people's minds long after. Allison was just one of the many who watched him from afar. But while the world moved on from his story, she didn't. She wrote about him. Admired him. Understood him in ways no interview ever revealed. She never expected him to know she existed. She never expected her name to reach him. And she never expected that one day, the distance between observer and observed would begin to disappear.

[ AU Slowburn/smut/angst ] 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯. Alessandra Benford has always lived behind locked doors-guarded by money, power, and her father's name. Leon Kennedy doesn't believe in safety. He believes in control, vigilance, and distance. When a credible threat forces Alessandra into protective custody, Leon is assigned as her bodyguard. One rule is made clear from the start: this is strictly professional. Except protection means proximity. Proximity means tension. And Leon has never wanted something he wasn't allowed to have this badly. A romance-first slow burn with dangerous chemistry, emotional restraint, and intimacy that takes its time.

Leon Kennedy x Reader You knew you weren't going to like him. Leon S. Kennedy was everything you couldn't stand-controlled, confident, and always convinced he was right. Working together was supposed to be temporary. Strictly professional. No attachments. No mistakes. But somewhere between arguments, close calls, and pretending to be something you weren't... The lines started to blur. And neither of you were very good at stepping back. Tropes will be shown on the first page of the story

Drill Sergeant Leon X Recruit Reader (Female : First Person) "Listen up, recruits! From this moment on, your life as you knew it is OVER. I am Drill Sergeant Leon Scott Kennedy. You will address me as sir, not 'mister,' not 'hey you'. Is that understood?" Spain changed him. After the mission that nearly broke him, after the blood, the parasites, and the things he doesn't talk about, Leon S. Kennedy doesn't return as the same man. He returns sharper. Quieter. Harder. Now reassigned to train the next generation of recruits, Drill Sergeant Kennedy has one rule: Weakness doesn't survive. You're new. Young, but not naïve. Talented, but still learning. And from the moment you step onto his training field, you feel it, the weight of his attention. Not inappropriate. Not obvious. Just...there. You don't mean to stare. You don't mean to admire the quiet strength, the scarred hands, the tired eyes that have seen too much. But you've always known one thing about yourself: You don't want boys. You want someone older. Someone steady. Someone dangerous. Someone who looks at you like they're trying not to. "You don't know what you're asking for," he says one evening, voice low, controlled. "I'm too old for you." "I think I need someone older," you say, your voice quiet and filled with determination. "You know you want me." The way his jaw tightens says something else. He wants you. And that terrifies him more than any mission ever has. 8th on #leonkennedy (10/4/26) 13th on #residentevil (14/3/26)

𝐘𝐎𝐔 are the only child of the BSAA's golden boy-Chris Redfield. Being the daughter of a legend makes you well-known among his colleagues, but none more so than 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐒. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘-your father's ride-or-die partner, the man who's always been there, watching from the sidelines. You're twenty-four-unemployed and... broken. After three years in a long-term relationship, your partner ended things without warning-only for you to discover he replaced you with another woman and married her two weeks later. The betrayal cuts deeper than it should, and you cope the only way you know how: drowning yourself in alcohol, night after night, at the same bar. Until one night, you make a mistake. A message meant for your father is sent to the wrong contact. "im drun k... come get me k?" The reply comes almost instantly. "Of course you are." "Send me your location. I'm on my way." "Y/N... your dad would kill me." {EDITING}

(Y/N) finds herself shaken when her old friend, Leon Kennedy, is presumed dead after The Raccoon City Incident. Years go by, and when (Y/N) is met face-to-face with the man himself, complicated feelings arise. Feelings of disbelief, regret, and... Love? TW: Suggestive themes, depiction of panic attacks, depression, anxiety, blood, horror, kidnapping, vulgar language... *Please note that TWs are subject to change as the story progresses. (This story starts off during the RE2 Remake, but mostly focuses on RE4 and the RE4 Remake. It may lead up to RE6 and/or RE9. Please take this into consideration when regarding spoilers, thank you!) I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters presented from said franchise. I own only the written story that is presented; which has been made for entertainment purposes.

After a fall on the ice and a minor concussion, Nina wakes up in 2004-inside the New York apartment of 32-year-old RPD officer Leon S. Kennedy. No phone, no ID, and no explanation. He claims she looks just like a woman he'd met before Except the woman he knows isn't from Texas. She isn't 18. She doesn't have pink hair. And she definitely is not from the year 2021. In this world, Raccoon City was rebuilt. The World Trade Center still stands. The Beatles never existed. Sleeping in the same bed might be the least complicated part of this mess. Although Leon desperately seems to disagree. DISCLAIMER: This is just a friendly fanfiction! I don't own any of the resident evil characters! If I did I'd be sipping on a cup of hot chocolate in France, not hunching over my desk like a shrimp to write this. This is a work in progress.