“Say dada,” Leon says, before filling up the baby’s face with kisses. It’s the sweetest sight, truly, especially since your baby girl bursts into laughter.
“You know she can barely hold her head up, right? She won’t fulfill your wishes,” you answer, smiling as you watch Leon play with your three-month-old. Your husband, who complains that his daughter is growing too fast, is desperate for her to say her first words.
“She’s a smart girl, isn’t she?” he asks before blowing a raspberry on her tummy, earning a giggle from his little girl. Leon can’t help himself before pinching her chubby cheeks. “She’ll be speaking in no time.”
“Say dada, sweetheart. Dada.” He drags out the word, hoping that it’ll incite her to speak. As if the refined motor skill just needs some motivation from dad for it to get going. You let out a low laugh before deciding that you’ll let your husband be.
You never pictured Leon as this type of father. While he made it clear that he was overjoyed, you didn’t expect him to be so loving with the baby. It’s only natural though. And you can say that you’re overjoyed as you discover this new side of Leon. A side only you and your daughter get to see.
“Look she’s about to–” Leon’s eyes widen as she opens her mouth. He’s filled with false hope until he remembers that she loves to put her hands in her mouth. He sighs before he lets out a chuckle. He kisses her cheeks before saying, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Honey, she won’t speak any time soon,” you remind him and he shakes his head.
“Don’t listen to mama, love. She doesn’t know just how smart you are,” he says, eyes engrossed with the baby. He looks at her adoringly up until she sneezes– And even then he’s completely enamored. She has the absolutely cutest sneezes.
Warnings: smuttt, crying babies, parenthood, everybody's favourite family <3
Summary: You and Leon think it's safe to let loose during sex after you spent the day at the pool, getting all of your kids' energy out. Little do you know your 3-year-old, Ollie, has his own interpretation of the noise he hears.
a/n: So this is actually a combination of a bunch of requests I'm realising. Because in order for Ollie to be old enough to be able to speak, that would also coincide with the time reader and Leon were trying for baby Alva. Also the pool thing fit, but that was Mermaids. Either way, based on this request and can be read as a spin-off to my Cooperative Parenting series.
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Special shoutout to my dealer @mrswinterbarnes for sharing some fantastic nsfw aeon artwork by @ariespsyche with me that inspired the smut in this. Good fics are a community effort guys!
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“Oh my god,” Leon moaned, as he pushed into you in this new position. “Oh fuck.”
You cried out his name, holding on to his thigh and his biceps for dear life. “Oh fuck yes, ah—”
The kids had been getting their energy out at the pool all day and were out cold. There was no way anyone in this house would wake up before tomorrow morning, no matter what they heard. So you and Leon were going at it like you’d never get the chance again. In fairness, with two young kids, this was an opportunity that didn't present itself very often. It was too good to pass up.
The soundscape of your bedroom was absolutely obscene. Between skin slapping, panting and loud moans, you had lost your entire sense of self, completely melting into the pleasure Leon was causing you.
You whimpered, as you felt your inner walls clench around him.
“Look at yourself baby,” Leon panted. “You look so fucking pretty.”
You opened your eyes, watching your and Leon’s reflection in the mirror across from your bed. It was hot as hell. You with your head hanging over the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide for Leon to thrust into you and rub your clit at the same time. His handsome face was somewhere between agony and pure bliss, mouth agape, brows knitted together and both of your bodies were covered in a sheen glint of sweat.
You looked absolutely delicious.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, your breath being cut off by Leon slamming into you to the hilt. “Yes, Leon, harder. Oh fuck yes, just like that. Oh fuck.” You cried out again as he did as he was told. He tended to do that when he was balls deep inside you.
Your body was moving further off the mattress, skin slapping against skin becoming even louder as your sex god of a husband pounded into you, setting your every nerve ending on fire, a strangled moan falling from his lips.
You wanted to tell him how good he was fucking you, you really did, but you had lost all speech, you feared. The only thing coming over your lips were uncontrollable moans and screams of pleasure.
Leon whimpered when you clenched down on him again. “Fuck yes, oh just like that, cum for me baby, I love you so much.”
He was so close too, he was trying to drag it out a little longer, so you could have an orgasm so intense it would shake your entire body but he was having an increasingly hard time. You could tell from the way he was gritting his teeth and the strangled noises slipping past his lips. It was music to your ears.
You had married the best man in the entire world. The most generous, sexy, thoughtful, absolute porn star of a man.
“Oh fuck, oh my god, Leon,” you cried out, your fingernails digging into his skin as you came hard enough for your soul to leave your body. The sounds that were coming out of you were worthy of an exorcist. But god was nowhere near you right now, this was all Leon.
He loved how loud and completely helpless to your own climax you were. You could tell. Because his thrusts became sloppy, as he spilled into you with low, guttural grunts, all elegance lost to the intensity of your orgasms.
This was glorious. You rarely had the chance to completely let loose like that and boy had you made the most of it.
When you were finally done, Leon gently pulled you back onto the mattress so you could come down without your head hanging off the bed. How thoughtful. How orgasmic. How absolutely perfect.
“I love you,” you panted, lying next to him, both of you wondering if you had died and were in heaven.
“Yeah, I could tell,” Leon said, breathlessly, a smile playing on his lips. “I’d say you really like me a lot.”
“I do,” you confirmed, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
“Do you think that got you pregnant?” he asked, still trying to catch his breath, gently placing a hand on your lower belly.
You smiled against his lips. You were trying for a baby. For the first time, funnily enough. This wasn't your first child. You already had two kids but both of them had been unplanned. As much as you loved your surprise babies, you wanted another chance to do it right, tracking your cycle and everything.
You had already been at it for the past several months but there was no second line to be seen on the pregnancy test yet. It was like a cosmic joke. Your reproductive systems apparently only cooperated when you were in fact not actively trying to conceive.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should try again in a bit, just to be sure?”
Leon chuckled. “Give me a couple minutes and I would love to—”
A distraught cry made your heart clench.
“Mama,” a child's voice sounded from across the hallway.
“Oh shit, that’s Ollie,” you whispered, immediately shifting out of sex goddess and into mom mode.
Your youngest was screaming like a banshee, only stopping to hiccup as he was catching the breath he so desperately needed to continue his assault on your ears.
Before you even got up from the bed, Leon had already pulled on a pair of boxers and rushed out the bedroom door.
You took one last deep breath to fully arrive on this plane of existence and shrugged into your robe. Ollie would no doubt stop screaming once Leon appeared in his bedroom door, chasing the monster under his bed away.
But Ollie did not stop. He only screamed louder and more frantically.
“Not you,” he shrieked and you tied the belt around your midsection, rushing down the hallway.
Ollie was completely fixated on you. Ever since he had been born, he was a real momma’s boy. You had also breastfed him for longer than usual because he had a hard time letting you go. But that was okay. If your baby needed you more, then he needed you more. You weren't on other people's timelines. Just like with getting pregnant. This was your family, everything would come together in its own time.
However, Ollie had never full-on rejected Leon like that before.
“Ollie, what’s up? Hey, buddy, it’s okay, I’m here,” Leon cooed softly, trying to pick his son up and calm him down, as he was sobbing and thrashing.
In his distraught state, Ollie sent a forceful kick straight to Leon's jaw. Leon winced, squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, before backing off and leaving his son to his tantrum.
“Where’s mommy?” Ollie shrieked, hot tears streaming down his face.
“I’m here, baby,” you said softly, crouching down next to his bed. Ollie frantically freed himself from the duvet and flung himself into your arms.
You cradled him against your chest, his face buried in your neck. “Ollie, hey, shhh,” you shushed him, gently stroking his soft curls. “Did you have a bad dream?”
Ollie gurgled and sobbed against the skin on your neck, barely able to compose himself. “No, he was hitting you. Why was daddy hitting you?”
“Your dad wasn’t hitting me, Ollie,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. “You had a bad dream.”
“No, I heard it, you were screaming and he was hitting you,” Ollie insisted, hiccupping again. He was so stressed, his little body was shaking.
Leon’s wide eyes found yours. “Oh no.”
“Uh…” You paused, not quite sure what to say, as your cheeks turned hot, looking at Leon for help.
Leon shook his head, just as lost as you were. He opened his mouth to say something, stopped, closed it again.
Your son was three. He had no idea what was going on. Neither did you want him to. You were mortified that he had heard what you and Leon had been up to. No kid should ever have to hear that.
“Ollie,” Leon said softly, scooting over to you and his son.
Ollie shrieked again, his voice breaking into a sob. “Make him go away.”
Leon looked like he had been slapped across the face.
You softly rocked your son from side to side. You had an idea.
“Leon, can you get his sippy cup?” you whispered and Leon already pushed himself off the floor, disappearing into the kitchen.
“Ollie, I’m okay,” you whispered, taking a deep breath in, your chest expanding against your son's body. After a couple of breaths like that, Ollie started to regulate his breathing too, his crying becoming less frantic. You pressed your cheek against his, repeating the motion.
Leon appeared in the door with Ollie’s cup, handing it to you from a safe distance.
You took the cup from him, offering it to your son. He wordlessly took it into his hands, drinking from it.
If they’re having a tantrum, just add water. Old mom trick from Rhonda. That could be for drinking, gently washing their hands—just add water in some way, shape or form.
Back when Lottie had been going through her terrible twos, Rhonda had seen you completely overwhelmed and struggling to keep it together. You had tried everything but nothing would work and it was getting increasingly harder not to snap when the devil seemed to have taken over your child at every meltdown. Sensory reset. For the both of you. It was so simple sometimes.
Ollie swallowed and you smiled, running a gentle hand over his head again.
“I’m okay, Ollie. Your dad didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do,” you said.
“It sounded really bad,” he sniffled, blinking, tears streaking his chubby cheeks.
You wiped the tears away from the soft skin. “You weren’t supposed to hear that, baby. We’re very sorry. That was grown-up stuff.”
“Do you promise?” Ollie looked at you, face all red and puffy.
You nodded. “I promise. Your father and I love each other very much, we would never hurt each other.”
Ollie wrinkled his forehead, shooting an angry glance at Leon. “Do you promise?”
Leon put a hand over his heart, crouching down behind you. “I promise. I love your mom. More than anything.”
Ollie sniffled again. “Good. Because she’s my mom.”
Leon chuckled, nodding. “I know.”
“Ollie, I’m also your sister’s mom,” you said, smiling softly at his possessiveness. “And I’m your dad’s wife. We all belong together. It’s important to me that you know that, okay?”
Ollie nodded hesitantly, throwing his head down onto your shoulder again, gripping you a little tighter. “Can I sleep in your bed?”
You chuckled, being very familiar with his shtick. “Try and sleep in your own bed, okay? We won’t wake you up again.”
“I don’t want to,” he said immediately, voice quivering, threatening to start screaming the house down all over again.
“You need to sleep in your own bed sometimes. Like your sister does. You’re a big boy now.”
“Daddy’s bigger than me. He sleeps in your bed every night.”
You chuckled. “That’s different.”
Leon pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You know, he kind of has a point.”
“We’re supposed to be on the same page, Leon,” you hissed.
“I know,” he said, offering his hand to his son. “I would never hurt your mom, Ollie. Never.”
Ollie gave Leon a tired high-five. “Okay.”
“How about your mom stays here with you until you’re asleep? Does that sound good?”
Ollie nodded and you lifted him up and into his bed. Leon leaned forward and pulled the duvet over his son’s shoulders.
Ollie made a grabby gesture and you took his hand, sitting by his bedside.
Leon tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his lips finding your temple and lingering for a little too long. “He won’t remember this when he gets older, right?”
You shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I hope not.”
“I’ll go check on Lottie,” Leon whispered. “And when you come back to bed I have plans for you.”
“Quiet plans,” you reminded him.
“Oh very quiet, you’ll see,” he murmured, pulling you in for a kiss on the lips, sending tingling sensations all over your body.
You gasped.
“Leon,” you yelled, jumping up and rushing to the bathroom door.
“What?” Leon called back, stepping into the hallway and freezing when he saw what you were holding in your hand.
“Is it …?”
You nodded.
He rushed toward you, taking the pregnancy test from your hands. The second line was pale still, because you were only supposed to get your period that day, but it was definitely there.
“Oh my god, you’re pregnant,” Leon whispered, his face lighting up.
“We’re having another baby.” You couldn’t stop the wide smile appearing on your face.
Leon pulled you closer to him, resting his forehead against yours. He gently placed his hands on your lower belly, caressing your skin with his thumbs. Your eyes fluttered shut, a happy sigh escaping you at the thought of the next eight months.
“Boy or girl, what do you think?”
You chuckled. “Leon, I have no idea. There’s no way to tell.”
He captured your lips in a gentle kiss. “We actually planned this one, start to finish.” He sounded so proud.
You nodded. “Shocking, I know.”
“Took us a while, though.” He whispered, gaze falling down to your still flat belly. Not for much longer. You would be able to show off your baby bump in no time and you couldn't wait.
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” you teased him, nudging your nose against his.
He chuckled. “This is our last pregnancy. We have to enjoy this and take so many pictures. Maybe go on one of those babymoon things or whatever they’re called.”
You nodded again. “This is the last time we’ll do this. Our last baby.” Why did you feel a little teary-eyed all of a sudden? Hormones weren’t supposed to spike this early on.
“It feels so weird not to be surprised with it,” Leon said. “I had time to look forward to finding out.”
“I’m so excited,” you replied. “I can’t wait to see what Lottie and Ollie are going to say.”
Leon's gaze trailed down and he bit back a laugh. “Do you want to pull up your pants before we tell them, though?”
“Oh,” you exclaimed, reaching down.
a/n: experts will know this was of course not their last baby. surprise, bitches as per Cooperative Parenting - Epilogue
Summary — Seeing his daughter stand in the corner with the world’s most dramatic pout on her face, Leon’s heart instantly melted beneath his ribs. Naturally, he decided to take matters into his own hands and convince her mother; his wife, aka you to let her go.
But, things didn’t exactly go according to plan, because somehow the DSO agent himself ended up standing in the corner right beside his daughter… with fifteen extra minutes added onto his punishment for “interfering.”
Yet as you watched your husband and daughter quietly giggling together while supposedly being punished, warmth spread through your chest despite yourself, and in that moment, you realized your family was absolutely adorable and ridiculously yours.
note : the idea is inspired from reels that has been going around where "daughter is being punished" and dad comes to her rescue just to get the same punishment too xD
“Fiiiiine,” Luna dragged the word dramatically, the pout on her tiny face growing bigger as she stomped her little feet all the way toward the corner of the living room while clutching her teddy bear tightly against her chest like she had been sentenced to prison instead of a timeout. As she finally reached the corner she stood there dramatically facing the wall.
you had to physically bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. Like cmon’ who can resist those red puffy cheeks, formed in dramatic pout. You absolutely could not.
She looked adorable.
And your heart instantly squeezed painfully beneath your ribs from how much you loved her.
But no. Nope. No. Absolutely not.
This adorable menance child had been told at least seven times not to draw on the walls, and yet somehow the living room currently had a giant crayon drawing stretched across it anyway.
The funny part? The drawing looked suspiciously familiar. You sighed deeply and crouched near the wall with a wet duster in your hand, beginning to wipe away Luna’s latest act of artistic rebellion.
“She is exactly like her father,” you muttered under your breath, as you started to rub the walls with the duster.
Right on cue; as if Leon across the city heard his daughter getting punished, he came home.
The floorboards creaked softly behind you, and before he even spoke, you already knew Leon was home. Then came his voice “Hey, honey—” Warm and smooth that slipped straight past every barrier around your heart, making something deep in your chest squeeze painfully with familiar warmth.
“DADDY!” Luna gasped dramatically from the living room corner like a victim finally seeing her rescue arrive.
You immediately pointed the duster toward Luna without turning around. “Nope. Stay there.”
Luna groans immediately and before you could form any other sentence; Leon walked fully into the living room looking completely confused, car keys still dangling from his fingers. “Wow, okay… what exactly is happening here?”
You continued scrubbing the wall without turning to look at your husband. “Your daughter is being punished.”
“Honey, our daughter,” Leon corrected automatically.
You snorted instantly. “Not today, today she is your daughter.” you dramatically emphasised the word “Your”.
Leon blinked once and twice; then you stopped wiping the wall and turned slightly to look at him; and you realize he looked ridiculously good for a man who was out in danger; his blue eyes were locked on yours as he gave you a biggest grin before looking toward Luna who was standing sadly in the corner hugging her teddy.
And the moment Leon’s eyes landed on his daughter, you instantly knew you were doomed. His entire expression softened almost immediately, blue eyes melting with warmth as he looked at her standing dramatically in the corner. Leon Scott Kennedy had absolutely no resistance when it came to his daughter as he pocketed his keys. “Aw, c’mon,” he complained softly pushing the keys deeper inside his pocket, “Why’s she in the corner?”
“Because,” you replied slowly, turning your attention back towards the wall as you start wiping it again but god the stains were as stubborn as your husband; “someone decided the living room needed redecorating.”
Leon frowned slightly before his eyes drifted toward the wall. His brows narrowed at the scene but as he took in the drawing and all he could mutter was, “…Oh.”
The wall was covered with giant crayon drawings stretched messily across the paint. Basically there was a stick figure who had blond hair, and in his hand a very large gun; and big sunglasses on him covering his eyes; oh she also added a stupid grin that your husband always wore.
Exactly that was your husband; drawn by your six year daughter.
Leon stared at the drawing for a second too long before his shoulders suddenly twitched, and then he started laughing almost instantly.
“Oh, this is—” he exclaimed excitedly, clearly far too impressed by the situation.
You narrowed your eyes immediately. “Don’t.”
Leon looked at you innocently. “I didn’t even finish my sentence.”
“Don’t you dare help her,” you warned, pointing the duster at him with exaggerated strictness despite the smile threatening to betray you.
Luna slowly turned her head from the corner. “Daddy?” she called softly, her tiny voice so pitiful it made your chest ache with sympathy, forcing you to quickly turn your attention back toward the wall before your resolve completely crumbled.
Leon at his daughter's voice walked closer toward her before crouching slightly beside her dramatically. “Yeah, baby?”
“I’m innocent.” Luna complained.
“Mhm, sure” you mutter under your breath.
Leon coughed into his fist to hide his laugh, then whispered toward Luna like he was part of a secret FBI operation. “So, you drew me?”
Luna whispered loudly back, “Yes.” “With your gun and sunglasses.”
Leon voice turned impressed as he pointed toward the wall proudly. “That’s actually kinda—”
“Leon.”
“—detailed,” he finished weakly.
You slowly stood up from the floor holding the wet duster in your hand while staring directly at your husband.
Leon immediately raised his both hands slightly. “Okay, in my defense—”
“There is no defense.” you said.
“She captured me perfectly!” Leon exclaimed.
“She vandalized the wall.”
Leon looked toward Luna again. Luna looked back at him with the saddest expression she could possibly create.
As you see them exchange unsaid words you realized it was absolute manipulation. GOD. These two truly shared the same DNA.
Leon sighed dramatically. “Honey… maybe let her off with a warning?”
You stared at him and scoffed, “You know what?” you said.
Leon immediately knew that tone. “…What?”
“You can stand there too.” you said firmly.
Leon blinked at you in confusion. “What!?”
“You heard me.” you said crossing your arms in front of your chest.
Luna gasped loudly from the corner. “DADDY’S GETTING PUNISHED TOO!?”
Leon pointed at himself in disbelief. “For what!?”
“For interfering.”
“I was negotiating!”
“You were encouraging her!”
“She’s creative!”
“She drew you on the wall!”
Leon looked genuinely touched and smiled turning towards Luna, and speaking proudly “That’s my girl.”
“Corner. Now. Leon. Scott. Kennedy”
Leon stared at you like you had personally betrayed him, but he also knew when you said his full name he was in big; big; trouble.
“That’s insane.” leon scoffed dramatically.
“Nope.”
“This is abuse.”
“You get fifteen minutes.”
“WHAT?!”
Luna giggled from the corner and chirpily said, "Daddy I only got ten!”
Leon placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “This is unfair.”
You raised your brow at leon; “If you want to intervene, then you take the punishment too.”
Luna immediately reached her tiny arms toward him. “Daddy, come here.”
Leon sighed heavily like a man accepting defeat before finally walking toward the corner beside his daughter.
But instead of standing normally and holding her hand; this absolute silly man bent down, and picked Luna up, making her teddy fall onto the floor with a soft thud and slowly leon settled her onto his shoulders.
“Leon!”, you gasped, seeing him picking your daughter.
“What?” he asked innocently while Luna burst into giggles above him, her tiny hands clutching tightly into his blond hair.
“We’re still being punished, mommy,” Luna whispered happily.
“exactly, baby,” Leon whispered back. “But now we are both being punished, the more the merrier.” Leon chuckles grimly, as he says that.
You stared at them quietly in utter disbelief, the two of them standing in the corner. Luna giggling uncontrollably. Leon trying not to laugh at himself.
Both of them acting like the timeout corner was some kind of family bonding experience. While you crouched there again; wiping the rest of the crayon off the wall, occasionally glancing at both of them; and your chest softened painfully at the sight before you.
Your husband standing there with your daughter perched on his shoulders. Her little laughter filled the room.
Leon glances back at you with the tiniest smile tugging at his lips as he mouths; “I love you, honey”, like you surprised him with something precious he always wanted and despite the “punishment." They both were actually happy.
And despite yourself, you shook your head as a quiet laugh slipped past your lips, your heart filling with a kind of warmth and love that felt almost too big to hold inside your chest.
“Fine,” you sighed softly and stood up; turning your attention towards them. “Punishment’s over.”
The second the words left your mouth, Leon grinned triumphantly before lifting Luna off his shoulders and pulling her tightly against his chest, making her burst into happy giggles. Then slowly, the two of them made their way toward you together.
And the moment they reached you, Leon didn’t hesitate. One arm stayed wrapped securely around Luna while the other slid around your waist, pulling you into him effortlessly until all three of you melted together in one tangled embrace. Instantly, Leon’s familiar scent surrounded you, warm woodsy cologne mixed with the lingering cold from outside, so achingly familiar it made your chest tighten.
Luna laughed softly between both of you while her tiny arms wrapped around your shoulders, and Leon rested his chin lightly against the top of your head for just a second. And in that moment, holding both of them close like this, you realized something that settled deep into your soul with absolute certainty.
How would Leon be with his and readers daughter or kids in general? (I’m a truther for Leon being a girl dad..)
leon is the kind of girl dad that…
can be a little bit reserved when it comes to emotions. i feel like he’d want you take on the more emotional aspects (like drama, boy/girl stuff, etc) just because i feel like he’d be more logical in that kind of situation. leon’s whole life basically has been about finding solutions to problems. however he is very sensitive to his daughter’s emotions. he hates seeing her sad or upset.
is very reassuring towards his daughter. although he’s probably not the first choice to talk through issues, he’s extremely aware of his kid’s emotions.
gives verbal reassurance and grounds his daughter when she feels overwhelmed or sad. he’d say things like, “i’ve got you,” or “it’s gonna be okay,” just little things sprinkled here and there that’d make his daughter feel better. i also think he’d just sit by her silently and let her vent but he would always listen intently. he’s not the best with words but his presence alone is reassuring.
is overprotective. he has the natural instinct to protect his family, and his daughter is no exception. out in public he would definitely have a hand on her back for his own peace of mind because he doesn’t want to lose sight of her for even a second. for his teenager, i definitely think it’d take a bit of convincing for him at first to let her go out on her own. in fact i think he’d want you to chaperone her for a bit to just make sure nothing happens.
doesn’t believe in discipline. he’d probably delegate that sector to you for the more petty issues like talking back/attitude problems. i don’t think he lets everything slide, but he certainly doesn’t want to inflict pain or make her feel bad about doing something wrong. i definitely think he would sit her down and have a talk with her and say something like, “you know that’s not okay, right?” and be really gentle about it overall.
is relatively silent but extremely observant. typical teenage stuff like sneaking out, attitude, etc would be handled pretty quietly by him. he’d already know if she’d snuck out before she even got back. he’d definitely say something like “have fun?” just to make her aware that he already knew/he’d always know. he’d prefer to let her deal with the consequences naturally rather than be uptight about it.
he’d loop you in on her behavior as well if you weren’t already aware. he’d let you decide how to handle it. leon prefers not to confront his daughter about those things because he personally doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal. for him, as long as she’s not in trouble with the law, anything else isn’t really a big issue but simply apart of her being a teenager.
is very lax, but expects maturity as well. he respects his daughter’s boundaries and never oversteps because he wants her to experience life firsthand. he definitely keeps watch over her from a distance and only steps in when absolutely necessary. he gives his daughter a lot a freedom and he definitely says “with freedom comes responsibility.” he lets her find out some things for herself. he knows his kid is capable because he raised her to be that way.
i feel like he’d also rely on you to be more assertive when it comes to her freedom/privileges. leon’s parenting style is definitely not strict and he doesn’t want to hover. he’d want you to balance out his laidback nature with something a little more firm.
wants his daughter to trust him. leon can read people very well and knows when someone isn’t a good person. anyone she brings around will likely be thoroughly evaluated by him quietly and he will probably run a background check on them too lmao. he doesn’t want to micromanage her, but he will tell her when he doesn’t trust someone.
he’d also leave “the talk” to you as well. leon couldn’t take himself seriously talking to his daughter about that kind of thing. i feel like if he tried he’d probably be like, “just… remember to be safe.” to which he’d instantly regret saying.
isn’t naturally expressive. he has his own way of showing he cares for his kid. it’s really more of like him performing acts of service quietly and letting her find out later. he’d definitely be like, “yeah. you said you ran out, so…” when she’d ask about it. i also think he’d sit with her whenever she’d be doing something really mundane but wanted someone to chat to. he wouldn’t say much but he’d always be listening.
he’d talk to you to get ideas for gifts. she would definitely be more enthusiastic with you and divulge a lot more details about her interests than she would with leon. leon listens but he doesn’t say that much. he wouldn’t have a full-blown conversation about it like how you would, but he’d wanna know what she likes and wants.
can be physically affectionate at times. i don’t think leon is the biggest fan of hugs/physical affection, kinda just depends on the situation. he’d be very intentional with it. when his daughter’s young i think he’d press soft little kisses on her forehead when she’s asleep. he’d definitely be more protective over her as a child because her safety is the biggest priority. he’d also be the dad to wipe her tears and try and joke around by saying something like, “c’mon, this again?”
he’d watch the way you’d interact with her to try and be more natural about physical affection. i think he’d mimic you and eventually start giving her hugs and brush her hair behind her ear because he’d seen you do it.
enjoys teasing/playful banter. he has dry, sarcastic humor that she can’t help but smile at even when she doesn’t want to. i feel like she’d be telling him about drama at school and he’d be all like, “wow. and i thought my job was complicated. your teachers sure must feel underqualified.” 😭😭😭 he’s so corny i just know his daughter would be so fed up with his bullshit LMAO
lastly, he’d come to you for reassurance about her. he has his doubts sometimes. he just wants to be good for you and his daughter. he wants to know he was doing alright. he knows he’s not the most affectionate guy in the universe but he wants to make sure he’s doing all he can. he’d probably say something like, “i don’t always know what i’m doing. half the time i feel like i’m guessing.” with an awkward little laugh. he doesn’t want her to ever feel like she’s not loved just because he shows it differently. as soon as you reassure him that he’s doing great, he’d feel so much better. he’d let out a sigh of relief and be like, “…yeah? good. cause i’ve been winging it pretty hard.” ugh i love him so much protect him at all costs #weloveyouleon
nier’s note 🗒️: omg i definitely see leon being a girl dad… i mean sherry… ashley… grace… emily?!!! what more proof do you need?? this req was super fun! i love doing hcs and brainstorming it’s so good for characterization. i hope you enjoy my little brain dump i ofc tried to be a little more mindful with these:)
