I imagine young Dean loved riding shotgun, talking hunts and cars with his dad, feeling all grownup and whatnot. But some days he'd let Sammy have the front seat, would cramp himself into the back, listen to that Led Zeppelin album and watch nature go by :>
Warnings: dad!Leon, dentist, blood, baby seats in the Porsche, tooth rotting fluff, the dilf at the dentist's office
Summary: Leon being a competent dad, that's it, that's the plot.
or: You're on vacation with your friends and Leon's home alone with the kids. Your son fell off a playhouse at school and needs to be taken to the dentist to get it fixed.
a/n: Can be read as a spin-off to my Cooperative Parenting series or on its own. Either version of Leon works for this, so do as your heart desires. Ollieeee <3 Alvaaaaa <3
Masterlist
Alva had a plethora of toys available to her: her own, the hand-me-downs from her older siblings, anything she wanted really—yet what she liked the most were the thin, sheer paper wrappers that came in delivery boxes.
Leon watched his youngest as she was sitting on the rug, a pacifier in her mouth. She picked the paper up, waved it around and slid it back down.
“How are you the same baby that fell asleep in her high chair ten minutes ago?” he murmured, propping his head up on one arm.
Alva chortled.
“That’s not funny, I was trying to feed you.”
She squealed and waved the paper around in bigger movements.
“Yes, I know mashed banana is your favourite. That’s why I didn’t get why you would fall asleep and miss half of it.”
“Ba-ba-ba,” Alva said, the pacifier falling out of her mouth. She paused and looked down to where it fell between her legs.
Leon reached for it. “Right, I didn’t think about it that way. Your argument is very convincing.”
Alva smiled and shook her head when Leon tried to hand her back the pacifier. The paper was more interesting.
The shrill blare of the wall phone sounded through the living room and Alva’s head whipped around, eyes wide.
“That’s the mashed banana police, Alva. I’m going to have to make a case for you,” Leon said, walking up to the phone. “But don’t worry, I’ll bail you out. Your mom would kill me if you got arrested on my watch.”
Alva giggled. The authorities were after her and she thought this was funny.
“Kennedy,” Leon said, picking up the phone.
“Mr. Kennedy, this is Penny Miller. Is your wife home?” the voice of his son’s pre-school teacher sounded on the other end.
No, you were probably tanning by the beach, iced coffee in hand, maybe a margarita—you were on holiday after all—as your friend Michelle and you caught up on all the gossip you so desperately needed.
“No,” he said. “What is it? Did Ollie do something?”
“He climbed onto the roof of the playhouse and walked right off it.”
Leon grimaced and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Did he land face-first?”
“Sort of. So I was hoping your wife could come pick him up and take him to the dentist?”
“Dentist?” His eyebrows shot up. “Also, you’re already talking to me, I’m the dad, what do you mean you wanted to ask if my wife can come pick him up? He’s my kid, I’ll come pick him up.”
Leon cleared his throat when he realised how worked up he sounded. He understood that you were listed as the emergency contact at all your kids’ schools and not him. For practical reasons, obviously. It wasn’t like he could take his son’s pre-school teacher’s call while he was on a mission at the other end of the world. It made sense. Nevertheless, he hated it. Because it made him feel like he was an uninvolved dad, while you did the heavy lifting on your own. Which you did. All the time. Until he got home and took over. Still, it was nowhere near enough.
“It looks like he knocked a couple of teeth loose,” Penny went on.
“I’ll be there in a couple minutes,” Leon said and ended the call. He walked over to his youngest in long strides and picked her up.
“Come on Alva, time to run from the mashed banana police. They’re coming after us.”
“Mam,” Alva babbled. “Ma-ma-mam.”
He pressed a kiss to her soft head. “Oh, she’ll definitely come see us in prison, don’t worry.”
After Alva was secured in the baby seat in the back of the Porsche, Leon drove straight to his son's pre-school. Ollie was waiting for him in the teacher’s room with slumped shoulders, tear streaked cheeks and held a paper towel to his face.
“Where’s mom?” he greeted and Leon ignored the little sting in his chest at that. Ollie was a real momma’s boy. Always had been. He must have been so disappointed to see his father come pick him up instead.
“She’s on holiday,” Leon said, crouching down in front of his son, gently grabbing his hands and peeling the paper towel off his lower face. He inhaled sharply at the amount of blood covering Ollie’s teeth, lips and chin.
Leon was great with blood. Never had a problem with it. It sort of came with the job. Unless it was his kids’ blood. Then it was an entirely different thing and he couldn’t stand it. It made his heart race and his hands become shaky.
“Oh dear,” he whispered. “That’s the entire front row.”
“I want mom,” Ollie sobbed, voice a little muffled, “Can’t she come home?”
Leon shook his head and replaced the paper towel with a fresh one. “Not right now, Ollie. But we’ll handle this. You’ll be okay.”
Ollie shook his head violently and started crying again, but closed his arms around his dad’s neck as he picked him up. Leon briefly nodded at the teacher, who handed him a single tooth neatly wrapped up in a bloody tissue.
“Thanks,” Leon murmured and put it in the pocket of his jeans.
Back at the car, he sat Ollie down in the booster seat next to his sister and fastened the seatbelt.
“Dad, my teeth hurt,” Ollie sobbed and tried to swallow, but gagged a little at the metallic taste in his mouth.
“I know, buddy,” Leon said, running a hand over his head. “We’ll go to the dentist and they’ll take care of it. I need you to be brave for a little while, okay?”
Ollie nodded weakly and sniffled.
Back in the driver’s seat, Leon reached into his glove compartment. Next to his backup handgun, heavy duty painkillers and a spare 9mm magazine, he fished out a worn-out notebook. Flicking through the pages that concerned his oldest daughter Lottie, he finally reached a section titled ‘Ollie’. He typed a number into his phone and pulled out of the parking lot, as he waited for someone to pick up on the other end.
“Darcy, hi, this is Leon Kennedy. We have a bit of an emergency here and I’m going to have to come in with Oliver. Can Dr. García see him short notice?”
He checked the rearview mirror for both Ollie and Alva. The little girl was calmly sucking on her pacifier and stared at her brother inquisitively.
“Yes, we’re on our way. Perfect, thank you.” Leon hung up and tossed both his phone and the notebook onto the passenger’s seat.
“When’s mom coming back?” Ollie whined from the backseat.
“Very soon,” Leon replied. In fact, your flight was tomorrow morning, but he feared if he told Ollie that now, he would refuse to go to the dentist unless you were there.
“It’s not fair that she’s going on holiday without me,” he grumbled, the words a little unclear due to his front teeth hanging by a thread.
“I know you miss her, but your mom deserves some alone time,” Leon said. Sometimes he worried that his son wouldn’t quite grow out of his clinginess.
Ollie wrinkled his forehead. “Yeah but why does she have to leave to get alone time? She can have alone time with us.”
Leon chuckled. “That’s not really alone time, is it?” He pulled into the parking space in front of the dentist office. Having the best health insurance available as a federal government agent and his family added to his plan had some perks. Being seen to immediately by the best doctors was one of them.
He secured Alva in a baby sling around his torso. As if on cue, she yawned and let her head sink against his chest immediately. Alva was an incredibly easy baby. Or maybe you and him just had so much practice by now that it seemed that way. Alva’s eyes fluttered shut and Leon pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Perfect timing.
Ollie was a different story, although he was exhausted from all the crying, he wasn’t calm. Not that Leon could blame him, the boy was just after face planting off a playhouse.
“Are you okay with that paper towel?”
Ollie nodded weakly. Leon lifted him out of the car seat.
“Dr. García will get your teeth fixed and it will stop hurting, okay?”
Ollie nodded again, clinging on to Leon’s hand as they walked up to the clinic.
“Oh dear,” Darcy, the doctor’s assistant said as she saw the three of them walk in. “Let me see.”
Ollie sheepishly removed the blood soaked paper towel from his mouth and Darcy drew in a sharp breath. “You’re lucky those are all milk teeth still, little man. The tooth fairy is going to leave you a fortune.”
Ollie giggled, then winced and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Come on.” Darcy placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll take you to the doctor while your dad gets all the boring stuff sorted.”
Leon thanked her, reached into his pocket to get his health insurance card out and filled out the form for emergency dental procedures.
“Are you a single dad?” The clerk watched him from behind the counter, popping her chewing gum.
“Uh, no,” Leon replied and signed the consent form for local anaesthesia.
“We don’t get a lot of dads who know their children’s information off by heart. Usually their wives have to tell them what’s what. That’s why I’m asking.”
“That’s shocking,” Leon said and handed back the form. “Because all you needed me to confirm were his date of birth and allergies.”
“You’d be surprised.” The clerk took the form and started typing on her computer. “Dr. García is in room three.”
Leon nodded, knowing this particular dentist office like the back of his hand. All his kids were with Dr. García. She was the best.
He checked on Alva who was now sound asleep against his chest. Leon gently laid a hand on her head to support her as he turned around—only to come face to face with three moms in the waiting room staring at him.
He wrinkled his forehead and one of them cleared her throat. All of a sudden, all three of them had something to rummage in their purses for or picture books to look at with their kids.
Another pop of gum behind him. “Told you we don’t get a lot of dads around here,” the clerk said.
Leon sighed. It really wasn’t that big of a deal to take his own kids to the dentist. You did that on the daily, but as soon as he did it, he was praised for it. You and him had spoken about it plenty of times: how everybody seemed to hate mothers when they took up space to take care of their children, but loved fathers when they did the exact same.
In room three, Ollie was already in the chair, reaching out his hands as soon as Leon walked in. “Dr. García said she’s going to give me amnesia.”
“Well, I hope I don’t,” Dr. García murmured, as she prepared a syringe. “Hi Leon.”
“Thank you for letting us come in this short notice,” he replied and pulled an extra chair up to his son’s side. Ollie immediately grabbed his hand.
“Daddy, I’m scared,” he whispered. “I’ve never had amnesia before.”
“You’re not even going to feel it. Trust me,” Leon reassured him and gently brushed Ollie’s hair out of his forehead.
“Now, this might sting a little, Oliver. But after that the worst is over,” Dr. García said, as her assistant shielded Ollie’s eyes from seeing the syringe.
Leon watched the needle go into his son’s gums and his palms became sweaty. Tearing into zombies, no problem. But someone hurting his kid, even a medical professional, was a completely different story.
Ollie winced, wailing softly, gripping his dad’s hand a little tighter.
“Nearly done, Ollie,” Leon reassured him and brushed his thumb over the back of his hand in little circles. “You’re doing really well.”
Dr. García leaned back. “And we’re all done.”
Ollie’s eyes flew open. “What? Already?” He leaned forward, ready to swing his feet out of the chair but Leon gently nudged him back down.
“No, Ollie, that was just the local anaesthetic. We’re still going to have to fix your teeth.”
“Oh,” he leaned back.
“You can take a sip of water though and spit out,” the doctor instructed and got her instruments ready.
Leon handed his son a plastic cup with filtered water. A little spilled out when he took a sip, but it landed on the paper napkin tied around his neck, so it wasn’t that bad. Ollie leaned over the basin attached to the chair and spat out bright red liquid.
“Dad, I can’t feel my mouth,” he slurred.
“That’s the anaesthetic. That means it’s working,” his dad replied.
Dr. García took a small pointy thing and poked Ollie’s gums. “Do you feel that?”
Ollie shook his head.
“Do you feel that?” she asked and he shook his head again.
“Okay, we’re good to go. If you feel anything at all, pain, a little sting, anything, lift your hand, okay? I’ll stop immediately.”
Ollie nodded, the pointy instrument still in his mouth.
Dr. García made quick work of the first tooth and Ollie took it like a champ, his eyes flicking to his dad for reassurance.
Leon smiled and gently squeezed his hand.
The second and third tooth were gone in no time too. Ollie spat out again, turned around to his dad and opened his mouth, four of his upper front teeth missing.
“Your mom’s going to freak,” Leon whispered. “I’m glad they’ll grow back this time.”
When Ollie was all done, Dr. García handed him another napkin to stop him from drooling all over himself while the anaesthetic wore off.
Because he had been such a brave boy, Darcy took him to the front desk so he could pick out a toy from the toy box—all tooth or dentist themed of course. While Ollie took his sweet time choosing, Leon loosened the sling to give Alva a bottle. She had finished her nap and was feeling like a little mid morning snack.
“You know, if you hadn’t fallen asleep in your mashed banana, you could have had a proper lunch. Now all I got is a breast milk snack.”
Alva gurgled happily, eagerly taking big sips.
Leon chuckled. “Pretty tasty, huh?”
He let his eyes wander and made eye contact with the one of the moms from earlier. She was watching him.
Leon smiled apologetically and held up his hand, his thumb brushing over his wedding band. She tore her gaze away from him, a rosy tint forming on her cheeks.
The girl at the reception desk who had seen the whole thing, turned around in her swivel chair to hide her grin.
Back at home Ollie and Alva both had more mashed banana. They also had about the same amount of teeth in their upper jaw at the moment.
Ollie rolled all four of his teeth out of the tissue and gingerly placed them on the coffee table. “So, does the tooth fairy grant every wish or only certain ones?”
Leon shrugged. “Depends, I guess.”
Ollie nodded, pensively pressing his lips together as he examined the teeth on the table.
“Why? Do you have something in mind?”
Ollie nodded. “I have four teeth, so I get four wishes, right?” He tapped the first one. “I want mom to come back from her holiday.”
Leon bit back a smile, knowing full well it was only a few hours until you were on a plane home anyway. “Okay, you got three more.”
Ollie tapped the next tooth. “I want you to go away less.”
Leon swallowed around the lump in his throat. Ollie was only five. The fact that he noticed and that it bothered him hit him out of nowhere. He kept forgetting how sensitive young kids were to that kind of stuff.
“And I want to go to the dentist more often, but without Alva.”
Leon’s brows shot up. “Why do you want to go to the dentist? Do you like Dr. García?”
Ollie shook his head. “I want to go with you.”
Leon blinked. “You know, we could also do something else. You don’t have to go to the dentist to spend time with me.”
Ollie nodded. “Okay.”
An overwhelming warmth spread through Leon’s chest. Ollie had only ever asked for his mom. Not once in five years had he asked to spend time with Leon one-on-one.
Ollie picked up the last tooth, undeterred. “I want a guinea pig.”
Leon braced his arms on the kitchen counter and sighed. “Not this again.”
Hi bibble I have a question and you can answer privately if you prefer, but I was wondering, are you going to update all your fics on ao3 only? Or just the stripper one? I feel like you probably discussed this awhile ago, but I must have missed it. And if youre updating in ao3 only, does that include requests too? Have a good day bibble 💜💜💜💜💜
Maybe some other people want to know too: I'll still update on here. The stripper fic will remain ao3 only. My requests are closed.
What do you mean people are proudly admitting they only read the lines of dialogue and skip everything else? I don't want you to come out of the closet with that, go back in. That's not something to brag about.
Everything about a character is revealed in what happens around the dialogue. The movements, the gestures, the tone, how they feel about other characters. Reading only the dialogue is you becoming illiterate.
Also, if you're only reading dialogue, my fics are not for you. We as writers should not give in to that because it's killing our craft and reading as a whole.
while the leon and grace father-daughter thing is cute for fanart, i do think it discredits the unabashed kindness and empathy leon displays for this girl. he finds her completely out of her depth, scared out of her wits, can't be older than 25. he asks no questions and hands off his most powerful weapon so she can protect herself. he's not protecting grace because he's a father figure, he's protecting her because he went through his first day in raccoon city alone.
Why does all of that make me want to write a fic about Dean Winchester? Particularly feeling that little squirrel guy. He's so full of mischief, tomfoolery even.
If you're enjoying a fic, for the love of god, LET THE WRITER KNOW. Especially in this fanfic recession. Why would writers continue to share their work if nobody is interacting with it? They will write them either way, but they will not continue to share them for you to enjoy if you are not making yourself known.
