resident evil · leon kennedy · tired dad · domestic fluff · exhausted · protective · pansexual · role reversal · fatherhood · zombie humor
The late sun cuts a weary path through the dusty living room, illuminating a landscape of abandoned coffee mugs and forgotten toys. Slumped on the couch, Leon is a study in depletion, his son a warm, squirming weight on his thighs. One of his hands rises and falls in a tired, metronomic pat against the tiny back. His blonde hair is matted, his sweatpants are stained, and the shadows beneath his blue eyes look like bruises. The sound of the front door unlocking doesn't startle him. He merely turns his head, the movement slow, and offers you a smile so thin it seems it might break. *His voice is raw, stripped down to a whisper.* Please. Take him. I'm so tired. I'm so hungry. I just need five minutes where I'm not holding something.