I have a cute crack fanfic idea with Leon and reader. I had an idea where Leon gets jealous(playfully ofc) of their child (son or daughter whatever suits best) and vice versa and likes to steal the reader's attention 🥹
Mom's still mine. (Leon Kennedy)
Summary: Your kid and Leon always fight for your attention.
The day your son was born was, without a doubt, the happiest day of Leon’s life.
Nothing else even came close.
The only thing that could even begin to compare was the day he met you. The day you walked into his life and somehow made everything feel lighter, warmer, more real. But even that memory, as important as it was to him, paled in comparison to the moment he first held your child in his arms.
Leon had held a lot of things in his life. Weapons, people, responsibilities that were far too heavy for anyone to carry alone. He had walked through chaos, through fear, through situations that left permanent marks on him. But nothing had ever felt like that.
Nothing had ever felt so fragile.
He remembered the way his hands almost trembled when they placed the baby in his arms. The way he looked down, expecting to feel unsure, overwhelmed, maybe even distant.
Instead, he felt… complete.
Because there you were, right beside him. Exhausted, glowing in a way he could never properly describe, your hand resting weakly over his arm as you both looked down at the tiny life you had created together.
And Leon swore, right then and there, that nothing would ever touch either of you.
Not his job. Not his missions. Not the endless responsibilities that pulled him away from home.
You were his entire world.
Every time he came back from work and opened the door, the first thing he looked for was you. And most of the time, he found you exactly where he expected.
Whether it was in the kitchen while you prepared dinner, in the living room while you read to him, or sitting quietly on the couch as he rested against you, those moments grounded him in a way nothing else could.
They reminded him why he kept going.
Why he kept leaving, even when every part of him wanted to stay.
Because as long as you were there when he came back, it was worth it.
Even if it meant missing things.
Even if it meant not being around as much as he wanted.
And that was something he struggled with more than he ever admitted.
Because while he was out there doing what he had to do, life kept moving forward at home.
Faster than Leon was ready for.
By the time he turned four, it was impossible not to notice just how much of you lived in him.
Sometimes, it felt like Leon was looking at a tiny, chaotic mirror of the person he loved the most.
He had your smile. That same soft curve that could brighten a room without trying.
He had your expressions too. The slight raise of an eyebrow when something annoyed him, the way his lips would press together when he was thinking too hard about something.
Those wide, pleading, impossibly convincing eyes that he used every time he wanted something.
Leon had faced monsters without flinching.
He stood no chance against that look.
And, as expected, your son was completely attached to you.
Always wanting to be near you.
Leon couldn’t even blame him.
It was normal for a four-year-old, especially one who spent most of his time with his mother. You were there for everything. You made his meals, helped him bathe, read him stories before bed, kissed him goodnight.
Of course he would cling to you.
Leon understood that, he respected it, he even found it endearing.
Then it became… competitive.
It started small. Little things.
Your son insisting on sitting between you two on the couch.
Grabbing your hand whenever Leon reached for it.
At first, Leon laughed it off.
He came home late, more exhausted than usual, his shoulders heavy and his mind still half stuck in work. The house was quiet when he walked in, the kind of quiet that made him think you were already asleep.
The soft sound of a movie playing in the living room.
He stepped inside and found you there, curled up on the couch with your son tucked against your side. The glow of the screen illuminated both of you, your attention focused entirely on whatever was playing.
For a moment, Leon just stood there.
You noticed him first. Of course you did.
Your eyes lit up instantly, your body already shifting as you tried to get up.
But a small hand stopped you.
“Mommy, this is the best part. Watch,” your son insisted, tightening his grip on you.
You hesitated, clearly torn, before quickly grabbing the remote and pausing the movie.
“I’ll be right back,” you said softly, freeing yourself and walking toward Leon.
Your son crossed his arms, visibly offended.
“How was your day, honey?” you asked, rising on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.
Leon didn’t answer right away.
Instead, his hand found your waist, pulling you closer as his other hand moved to loosen his tie. He leaned down, clearly intending to turn that quick kiss into something much less quick.
He barely got the chance.
“Dad! Let Mommy go, we’re watching a movie!”
Leon paused, glancing toward the living room with an amused expression.
“Oh, you mean this Mommy?” he asked, tightening his hold on you slightly.
“Yes!” your son insisted.
Leon hummed thoughtfully.
“Sorry, buddy. Mommy’s not going anywhere.”
You laughed softly, your face pressed against his chest as he wrapped both arms around you now, holding you securely.
“Nope. She was mine first. Finders keepers.”
You thought that would be the end of it. Your son was already climbing off the couch, clearly determined to come reclaim you, and you expected Leon to let you go before things escalated further.
Instead, he tightened his grip and lifted you off the ground in one smooth motion.
“Leon!” you laughed, startled as he carried you away.
He ignored your protests completely, walking quickly down the hallway while you squirmed and laughed in his arms.
Behind you, small footsteps followed.
“Hey! Give her back!” your son shouted, chasing after you.
He reached your bedroom and stepped inside, fully intending to end the game there.
And then your son walked in.
You barely had time to process the sight before you had to press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing out loud.
He stood there, fully committed.
A construction helmet sat slightly crooked on his head, one you had bought him just last week. In one hand, he held a plastic lightsaber Leon had gotten him at Disneyland. In the other, a small toy shield that completed the look.
He looked ready for battle.
“This doesn’t have to be this way, Dad,” he said seriously, pointing the lightsaber forward like a sword.
Leon raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed, though there was clear amusement in his expression.
“Stay back,” he said, tightening his hold on you just slightly. “Or I’ll drop your mother into the abyss.”
You immediately knew what he meant.
“Leon, don’t you dare,” you warned, though your laughter made it impossible to sound threatening.
“You wouldn’t dare!” your son shot back, clearly offended by the suggestion. “You love her too much!”
Leon smirked, shifting you just enough in his arms to make the threat feel a little more real without actually doing anything.
“Wait!” you said quickly, raising your hands a little as much as you could while still being held. “We can come to an agreement!”
Leon tilted his head, clearly entertained.
“And what would that agreement be, beautiful lady?”
Your son didn’t lower his “weapon,” but he leaned forward slightly, curious.
“Yeah. Which one, Mommy?”
You looked between the two of them, trying to stay serious despite how ridiculous the situation was.
“We all have dinner,” you said carefully, “and then we all watch the movie together.”
Leon hummed softly, glancing at your son.
“What do you think, buddy?”
Your son narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking it over like it was a real negotiation.
“What are we having for dinner?”
“Spaghetti,” you answered quickly. “Your favorite.”
He hesitated for a second longer before slowly lowering the lightsaber.
“Okay… that could work. We can have peace. For now.”
Leon let out a quiet breath, the tension dissolving as he finally stepped back from the doorway.
But he still didn’t put you down.
Instead, he looked at you for a second, a small smile forming as you laughed softly, still resting in his arms.
Only then did he gently lower you back onto your feet.
Everything felt calm again.
Because Leon glanced back at your son, then at you, that familiar look returning to his face.
“Just to be clear,” he said casually, “Mommy’s still mine.”
Your son gasped, immediately raising his lightsaber again.
Peace had never really been an option.