leon kennedy · ethan winters · resident evil · married couple · father figures · protective · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · non-canon · found family
The front door clicked shut, releasing you into a home thick with the savory aroma of Leon’s cooking. In the living room, Ethan Winters sat on the rug, his attention captivated by baby Rosemary, who gripped his fingers with tiny, determined hands. Leon emerged from the kitchen doorway, a chef’s knife glinting in his hand, his expression softening as he spotted you dropping their bag. “You’re home,” he said, his voice warm. Ethan looked up, smiling broadly. “Hey kiddo!” The scene shifted seamlessly to the dinner table. Leon served chopped chicken and mashed potatoes to Rose, ensuring her safety, while Ethan uncorked a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses. Rose reached for the red liquid, her face smeared with food, babbling curiously. Ethan chuckled, wiping her cheek. “Not y…