What is Happening to Me (Part 6) (Patreon)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,648

Contains: Fluff, Comfort, Slight Angst, Domestic Leon, Good Boyfriend.

Once again the morning light was streaming through the window of the loft. Those blasted white curtains making the sun feel like it was 10 times brighter than what it should be. You squint as your eyes open, feeling a twinge of pain as you tried moving your body. Remembering the little mishap that happened in the middle of the night when Leon had arrived home. Speaking of... There he was. Still fast asleep beside you. Not an unusual sight as sometimes he would have fallen asleep when you were in the hospital, you waking up to his sleeping form on the lounge. But this time was different, this was the first time you were waking up first when he was so close. You could still smell the soaps he used last night when he showered. His hair messy and long bangs covering one eye, falling over the bridge of his nose to tickle the opposite cheek bone. Examining every single rogue freckle, wrinkle and hair on his face as he sleeps peacefully.

You notice some grey coming through in his beard and make a note to tease him about it later, but right now you wanted to let him sleep. Oh! Maybe you can make him some breakfast for when he wakes up? Very slowly, you sit up, gritting your teeth at the new pain shooting through your abdomen. You mentally make a note: Call Leon's name from a distance when he arrives home.

Making your way out of bed, you once again use your memory skills to make it down the stairs and to the kitchen in complete silence. Finding some eggs and bacon in the fridge from when Claire was staying over, you start to cook that up. Needing to lean on the bench every so often to give your aching stomach muscles a break, you eventually made the breakfast. Giving his plate three pieces of buttered toast rather than your one. You never really liked to eat breakfast, but seeing as you were cooking some for Leon, why not have a little bit yourself?
Once everything was on the plates you lean on the island bench, separating the lounge from the kitchen. Head in your hands as you feel horrible, physically in constant pain. You wished this wound would just heal, but to be honest you didn't know the extent of the wound and how you even got it? Was it from one of the monsters in your dreams? Or was it from a normal accident?

Now the thought that came to your head was, should you wake Leon to eat? Damn it, you should have just waited until he woke up. "Should probably let him sleep, (Y/N)." You say to yourself aloud.

"Let who sleep? Not with food smelling that good he doesn't." Leon's voice says from the rails of the loft, looking down to you as he wiped one of his eyes and yawned.

"Leon? I'm sorry I should have waited for you to sleep longer.." You apologise, holding your left side looking up to him. He shoos your apology away into the wind as he turns and starts to make his way to the stairs. His footing was much lighter than normal. He was almost silent as he walked, it was probably just habit from just coming back from a job?
Once he makes it to the kitchen he leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for making breakfast, are you sure you're alright? From last night I mean." He asked taking cutlery from the top draw in the island bench  for both of you.
"Maybe you should stay in bed with me for the day?" Leon suggests as he places a hand on your hip, helping guide you to the lounge once you had your plate in your hands.
"I might just take you up on that offer." You smile as you walk to the lounge, gingerly sitting down. Leon held your plate until you got comfortable, then hands it back to you. He takes a seat beside you beginning to dig into his food you had prepared. The eggs were cooked perfectly, the yolk running onto the toast and bacon. The bacon halfway between crispy and flimsy, he had no clue how you could do it perfectly every time. You got to watch him melt into the food you had cooked him this time.
"Glad I can still remember how to cook? I surprised myself as well, so you're not the only one." You smile to yourself as you start to eat your own breakfast.

After you had finished you wait until Leon was also done before placing a hand on his arm, a specific look in your eyes told him you were going to ask something important. Placing his and your plates on the coffee table he gives a sigh.
"You want to know about my job, right?" He asked looking you in the eyes.
You give a nod, slightly used to him being able to read your expressions like a book, knowing exactly what you were thinking... 80% of the time.
Giving another sigh he rubs his hands through his hair, itching his scalp in a way that someone does when they are either frustrated, or reeeaally not wanting to do something.
"Fine.." He convinced himself, adjusting himself in the chair so he was now facing you. One leg still hanging off the seat, the other tucked in front of him. "You see, or job is... sporadic. We don't know when we will be called out and how long for." He begins.
"The President has placed you and myself together as partners because we work better as a team than separately. However, both of us are still very capable of taking on jobs solo. You and I are the best Agents in the DSO, which also means we get called out onto more jobs."

"I see, but when you say 'job', what do you mean by that?" You asked pulling the blanket over your legs and torso, feeling the coolness of the morning air start to grip your skin.

"We deal with outbreaks. Outbreaks of any Virus, Parasyte or BOW, which stands for Bio Organic Weapon. One of them you described the other night when you woke up from a nightmare." Leon explained, his hands were fiddling with each other. You could tell he was becoming uneasy talking about all of this, but he wanted you to know what you both did. He knew the risks and blackmail the government had over you, forcing you to become an agent like they had with him. He would stop this life if he could, but at this stage, he was in too deep. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to, with the amount of enemies he has made over the years they would just end up finding him anyway.

"You explained the types last night, what did you have to deal with this time?" You asked wondering if he was alright, the thought of seeing those monsters in real life made you feel uneasy.

"I was dealing with some Infected, or also called zombies. They become infected with the T-Virus, or Tyrant Virus. Some rare cases people are resilient to this virus. but majority of the world's population is susceptible." He explains. "There was and outbreak and I was tasked with finding the cause, as well as to exterminate and of the infected."

"Exterminate? You were forced to kill people?" You asked, eyes widening.

"Not people. Undead. They were no longer alive. The way we put it, we were putting them to rest." He corrects you. His hands now coming across his chest as he looked down to the space of lounge between the two of you. You could tell he was closing himself off, he clearly didn't want to talk about this anymore.
You couldn't reach to him, so you extend your leg and place the ball of your foot to his knee on the lounge.

"Thank you... for explaining it to me. I will have to get better so your partner can join you back on the field." You smiled softly. He gives you a half hearted smile back and crawls on his hands and knees to lay beside you. You share the blanket with him, laying it over his shoulders and body as he looks up to you. He was still very tired, his eyes telling you he was.

"That would be nice. But you need to stop getting yourself into such predicaments." He explained, motioning to your side.

"I don't even know how I got this, so that means nothing to me." You smirk, sliding down to be laying rather than sitting.

Wrapping his arm over your chest and holding you close he pressed his nose and mouth to the side of your head, taking in your calming scent. He was glad to be home right now. He needed it after what he had just been through.
"Your nightmare you explained to me. That's what happened."

"I was being chased by one of those things?" You asked quietly as he could feel his body relaxing beside you. He only nods in response this time as he was starting to fall asleep.

"We were out for dinner. We were in the right place at the right time. Someone tried to cause an outbreak but we were there to stop it, the BOW was a plan B if A failed, which it did." He explained, his voice becoming softer and softer. "You led it away from the people we were saving and it jumped with you out the second story window. You... Hit your head 'n.... woke up not remembering...." Aaaand presto, he was out.

You think about what he had just said, everything. The types of things you deal with, to what he had just been through over the last few days, and to how you got your injury, and lost your memory. A second story window? How were you even alive? Well that didn't matter, because you were still here, with Leon. Who clearly loved you dearly and you were falling in love with him once again. You had noticed though, he had been very respectful to you. He would always look to your lips when going to kiss you, but would always press his kisses on your cheek or your forehead. You were sure he would probably always kiss you on the lips, but because of your memory loss he was being more decent about how he acted around you. Your face goes bright red, you hadn't even thought of it until now. If he was your partner then you probably.. You cover your face even thinking about it.
"Have we done the sex?" You whisper under your breath. Realising you just said that out loud you tilt your head to look up at Leon, who still had his nose and mouth pressed against your head. Good... He was still asleep.

Trying to think of other things you decide the next time he goes to kiss you, you're going to sabotage it and kiss his lips. Nodding slightly to yourself you close your eyes, soon feeling the pull of sleep. Damn it.... You forgot to tease him about the grey in his beard. Oh well. Eventually you relax enough and fall fast asleep.

-----*A Few Hours Later*-----

You feel your body warmth starting to become your own, rather than the shared temperature you and Leon had comfortably together. Eyes opening, you look around and see no other human in sight. Pulling yourself to a sitting position using the back of the lounge, you look around even more. Was he in the toilet? No, you looked over to the door and could see the door wide open, the light off and the toilet empty. Standing up you walk around the house, not wanting to call out incase he was asleep upstairs. But why would he leave you on the lounge asleep and go up to bed? That doesn't make sense (Y/N), you scold yourself as you scowl.

"Leon?" You decide to call out anyway. Silence. Placing your hands on your hips you huff trying to think where he could have gone. A piece of paper then catches your attention, walking over to the island bench you pick it up.

"Just gone down the street to do some shopping, there was no food in the fridge. Be back soon. XXX"

You smile at the note, wondering when he had left? Looking around the house once again, you feel yourself drawn to a specific picture hanging on the wall. You hadn't even noticed there were pictures hanging, odd how it just felt so normal they were invisible to you. You examine the photos framed, smiling at them. Most were of you posing in front of some sunset, or beautiful place. Others were the both of you, the camera being held in your own hand as Leon would be behind you in some way with a small smile on his face.
Staring at one of these pictures, you were both much younger, maybe early 20's? Leon's hair was a lighter blonde and shorter, wearing a blue police uniform. His left sleeve removed and replaced with bloodied bandages, you both looked completely exhausted and covered in dirt and grime. Only small, barely visible smiles were on your faces, but it looked more like relief than happiness.

A massive pain shoots through your head all of a sudden, your eyes fluttering as you feel dizzy. Flashes of buildings, rain, fire was all around you, people moving in unnatural ways as they swayed when they walked. Mutilated faces pop into your vision and the pain hits you again, like a ton of bricks had just been dropped on your head. Screams and moans come flooding into your mind's ears and suddenly, darkness.

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"I'm home. Hope you didn't throw a party while I w-" Leon was cut off by the sight of you sprawled out on the floor. He puts the shopping down and hurries to stand at your side.
"(Y/N)! Hey?!" He called your name looking you over before kneeling down. He couldn't see any sign of injury, no blood or bruising. He checks you were still breathing by placing his hand in front of your nose, feeling you inhale. His eyes scan over your features, brushing your hair from your face as he gently cups your face in both hands.
"Please.. Wake up." He said gently giving your cheek a light tap. His eyes watch you intently and notices as yours start to flutter open. Leon sits back on his feet exhaling as he realised he was holding his breath. His shoulders lowering as he closed his eyes in relief. "Are your hurt?" He asks gently placing a hand on the side of your neck. You feel the warmth of his hand on your cold skin.
"No.." You shake your head lightly as a hand reaches up to press a thumb against your temple, still feeling the residual pain.

Leon scoops you up in his arms and walks over to the lounge, sitting on there with you cradled on his lap. "What happened?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"I.. Was looking at the pictures on the wall over there for the first time." You say looking over to the wall he had found you next to. "When I looked at that one, I had all these visions pop up, I heard screaming and moaning in my head. Then got this weird headache and passed out." You explained feeling your head aching and lean under his chin. He was warm, and you had been on the cold ground for a little while before he found you. You were freezing cold.

"It's okay, I've got you."