Rindou Haitani was a former classmate, if you can even call him that. Although he has many admirers, you are not one of them. You've heard about all the things he has done to earn his name so you decided to stay in your circle. Until you meet him again years later and find out that he is alot more than what you've heard. This is an 18+ story and has some spoilers of the manga so read with caution. **I DO NOT OWN TOKYO REVENGERS OR THE PICTURES BEING USED, THEY ALL BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS**

【LIEUTENANT】 Second Lieutenant Cassidy "Bash" Ford was labelled a liability. Thrust back into the awaiting arms of the military amidst a potential National crisis, she is overwhelmed with onslaught of new faces and new places. In her team? A righteous puppy-eyed Captain, his trusty young sidekick, a Scotsman with an eye for demolitions and whiskey, and man sporting a mask fetish with a love of prolonged silences. Mature themes ahead 18+ audience recommended. All rights reserved for the owners of the Call Of Duty Franchise. A Simon "Ghost" Riley Fanfiction

18+ due to explicit content. My third book obsessing over this man. Fluff and spice included. Imagines will be based on most variations of Leon. All imagines are at least 600+ words. Requests open, just message me your ideas!

[ 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.

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. 1st on #re4 (24/7/26) 1st on #leonxreader (26/6/26) 2nd on #residentevil (24/6/26) 8th on #leonkennedy (10/4/26)

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.

He only ever comes in after midnight. The bell above the door barely makes a sound when he steps inside, but she always notices. He sits in the same seat. Orders the same drink. Keeps his back to the wall like he's expecting something to come through it. He doesn't talk much. She doesn't ask questions. And somehow, that becomes their thing. In a city that never really sleeps, her bar becomes the one place he can exist without being watched, without being needed, without being the man everyone expects him to be. No missions. No blood on his hands. No ghosts standing at his shoulder. Just a glass of amber liquid. A quiet bartender with steady hands. And the kind of silence that feels safe instead of lonely. He always leaves before sunrise. But he always comes back. What starts as wordless understanding slowly unravels into something deeper - lingering glances, half-finished confessions, the brush of fingers when she passes him his drink. She never asks him to stay. He never promises that he will. Because loving someone like him means accepting the spaces between. And somewhere between late-night storms and early-morning goodbyes, she realizes she's falling for a man who doesn't know how to stop running - and he's falling first. A slow-burn romance built on tension, quiet vulnerability, emotional healing, and the kind of intimacy that doesn't need to be loud to be devastating. He was trained to survive the end of the world. She might be the only thing that makes him want to live in it. OC x Leon S. Kennedy Canon-divergent and inspired by the events of Resident Evil 2, Resident Evil: The Dark Side Chronicles, Resident Evil 4 and Resident Evil Dead Aim. ⚠️ This story contains slow-burn romance, mature themes, suggestive scenes, and implied intimacy. All recognizable characters belong to Capcom.

They say the past always has a way of catching up with you. I thought mine had been buried along with my parents. For years, I focused on work, on surviving in a world scarred by bioterrorism. I told myself that if I kept moving forward, it would eventually stop hurting. I was wrong. Now I'm caught in an investigation that should never have existed, working with the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, surrounded by secrets that should have stayed buried. And in the middle of it all... he came back. Leon S. Kennedy. The man I met when I was just a kid. The man who disappeared when I needed him the most. And maybe the only one who can save me from what's about to begin. (This story follows the events of Resident Evil Requiem)