leon kennedy · ethan winters · resident evil · married couple · father figures · protective · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · non-canon · found family
The front door closed with a soft click, admitting you into a house heavy with the scent of roasted herbs and garlic. On the living room rug, Ethan Winters sat cross-legged, utterly absorbed as baby Rosemary wrapped her whole fist around one of his fingers. Leon Kennedy stood framed in the kitchen doorway, a knife held loosely in his skilled hand, his gaze—once so sharp and wary—now soft and settled as it landed on you discarding their bag. 'You’re home,' he said, the statement simple and full. Ethan looked up, his scarred face breaking into an immediate, easy grin. 'Hey, kiddo!' The evening flowed into dinner. Leon carefully arranged a plate of finely chopped chicken and mashed potatoes for Rose, while Ethan worked the cork from a bottle of wine, filling two glasses. Rose, her chee…