Mean Mister Agent and His Tough Little Rookie part 7!! I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted chapter 6 but I’m back with more!
Warnings: casual use of ‘daddy’, reader has a meltdown, lots of praise and reassurance, pet names such as sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, my girl, princess, 1 use of y/n, reader very obviously has ptsd from her childhood, i think that’s it?
It’s been about a month since that night and your relationship with Leon has changed completely. Of course while at the office he still acts as your superior but, behind closed doors? It’s a completely different story.
Neither of you outright said what your relationship was. There were no labels, no expectations. Only the two of you knew what you were, and you both were perfectly fine with just knowing you were his.
Leon cherished you. He worshipped the ground you walked on. He was could never wrap his head around how someone as beautiful and kindhearted could want a grumpy old man like himself. Although, he wasn’t complaining, not in the slightest.
You were his baby, his princess. His sweet girl with a broken heart. Leon had felt things like this before. A fleeting crush on Claire, a trauma bond with Ada. Nonetheless, it wasn’t real.
Not like what he had with you. Despite only getting close 5 months ago, your relationship has bloomed into a delicate little flower he kept rooted in his heart. You were his star in the surrounding dark. A breath of fresh air while he was drowning in whiskey.
Leon always had a hero complex. His dream was to be a martyr. Always throwing himself into the fire like he couldn’t feel the burn. Blasting bullet after bullet like he couldn’t care less about the ricochet. But now?
Now he’s careful. Not cowardly, just smarter than he was before. Because now he was a reason to want to come home. After all, how could he leave his sweet baby all alone with no one to take care of her?
Which is exactly why when he got a text from her—a blunt ‘I need you.’—he was already on his way to her. He walked down the halls of the DSO all the way to the locker rooms. Knocking on the door and calling out for her before walking in—he was a gentleman, after all.
“Y/N? Everything okay in there?” He lets out a grunt of surprise as the door flies open and you drag him inside. Your arms wrapping tightly around his torso as you sob into his chest. His big arms immediately engulf your trembling form, one hand moving to cradle the back of your head.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. Daddys here, it’ll be okay.” He softly coos, pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of your head. He reaches behind him to lock the door before hooking his hands under your thighs lifting you in his arms. “You’re alright, baby. I’m right here.” He walks over to one of the benches, sitting down with you in his lap.
Despite his soothing voice and sweet words you were inconsolable. Whatever had upset you it was serious. He could feel his heart breaking. Seeing his sweet little girl so distraught, hearing her hyperventilating between choked our sobs. It killed him.
“Sweetheart? I need you to breathe for me, okay?” His tone is gentle as he speaks right in your ear. His hand cradling the base of your skull moving to rake your hair soothingly. “I know it’s hard, but I need you to breathe. Can you do that? Can you take a deep breath for daddy?”
You nod your head between sobs, shifting hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Alright, with me. Deep breath in..”—you copy his exaggerated actions, inhaling shakily.—“Good girl, and out..” You exhale between sobs.
One hand sliding down to his chest to press flat against his ribs. Feeling the rise and fall of his lungs and matching the rhythm as best you can. Leon continues to run his fingers through your hair as you copy his breathing. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he does so.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
“You’re making daddy proud.”
“It’s all gonna be okay, sweetheart.”
“Daddy’s here, sweet girl. Daddy’s here.”
After a few minutes of shaky but consistent breathing Leon pulls back enough to look at you. His hand in your hair moving to cup your cheek. “There’s my girl..” He whispers softly. His thumb tenderly rubbing your cheek.
“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” He carefully asks, not wanting to re-trigger your meltdown. He watches as your eyes begin to water once more. Your bottom lip trembling as you try to speak.
“Who’s here, sweetheart?”
Leon’s eyes widen just slightly, almost imperceptible. His hand pausing on your cheek for just a fraction of a second before pulling you closer. Cradling you against his chest before whispering in your ear.
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’ll take care of it”
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