#dad Leon is something so special to me okay

[starborn-souls]

Sometimes I try to get lore and whatnot back to a baseline I can consistently rp from and then I get hit with the reminder of things like

Leon being (somewhat) recently divorced and having an elementary school-aged daughter he has shared custody of.

And now all I can think about is him showing up to some PTA meeting or school event when he's visiting the States (because yes, somehow this man stays on good terms with the vast majority of his exes) and there's just this absolute beast of a man sitting there with his seven year old play-braiding his hair while trying not to go tf off on some karen of a parent when they try to spout some bullshit.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

slipping through my fingers

pairing: ex-husband! leon x ex-wife! reader

tags/cw: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff, p-in-v (unprotected), breeding kink, chris and rose make an appearance, exes to lovers, periodic pov switch

summary: previously absent-father leon comes back into reader's life when he decides to step-up as a father to their daughter, june

a/n: this is a commission for @mikadayo !

wc: 5.3k

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It was supposed to be over. It was over. You finalized your divorce with Leon and got full custody of your daughter, June. It's hard being a single mom, but making the choice to become one was an easy one. You'd do anything for your little girl, and that includes making sure she has a stable home life, which was something she'd never get with Leon.

He had his chances to see her. You were willing to let him have her on Father's Day and New Years Eve, even Spring Break once, but he never took you up on your offers. Work was always too busy.

Whenever your daughter asks about Daddy, you tell her, "he's busy working to make sure the world stays safe."

"He's gonna make sure there's no monsters under my bed ever."

"That's right, honey. No monsters can get you because your dad is gonna make them go away."

She doesn't know about Umbrella, STRATCOM, the DSO, or why he was sick for a little while and had to go to a special facility before he could come home. ‘Parasite’ is not a word in her vocabulary.

But one fateful Saturday morning, Leon - older and more sober - stands at your doorstep.

With a coffee mug in your hand and slippers on your feet, you open your front door, assuming it's a neighbor who got your mail by mistake or a kid selling girl scout cookies. But, luck isn't on your side today.

"Good morning," he says, all cheery and nonchalant.

"What the Hell are you doing here?"

June - who seems to have phenomenal hearing this morning - chimes in, "that's a bad word, ."

"I'm an adult, so I can say bad words sometimes," you say, hoping it will be enough of a response for her, but her nosiness prevails.

Peering out from behind you, she realizes who you're talking to, and pushing past you to see him, she exclaims, "Daddy!"

"Hi, sweetheart," he says, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Full of excitement, she talks a mile a minute. "I missed you so much. I have to show you my Barbies and my science project and - Oh! we're having pancakes for breakfast because  makes them on Saturdays with chocolate chips and-"

"Slow down, June bug," he says with a smile identical to hers. "Let's do one thing at a time. First we have to make sure that your mommy is okay with me hanging out with you today."

"Of course she is!" June says, turning to you. "Right, mommy?"

You sigh. "Of course I am." You make a face that only Leon can recognize as annoyance. Not anger, just irritation. You wanted him to make an effort, right?

Leon listens eagerly to everything about My Little Pony and the ant farm at school while you clean up breakfast and make yourself slightly more presentable. Leon looks better than you'd like to admit, and whether it's to spite him or to impress him, you decide you need to look decent in front of him too.

"Can I talk to daddy for a minute, honey?" you ask.

"Okay, but only for five minutes because we're gonna watch a movie."

You can't help but laugh at the fact that she tries to hog her father - your ex-husband. A man who was once yours, who you used to love. 

"Okay five minutes," you tell her, as you give Leon a nod in the direction of the kitchen.

From the kitchen, you drag him out the back door, onto the porch and you can see in his face that he is prepared for the talking-to that he's about to get.

"You can't just show up unannounced,” you whisper-yell at him in the way that parents do. 

"I know, but I was in the area and-"

"No. You should've called me."

"I did, but it went to voicemail."

"When?"

"A few hours ago."

"I was asleep."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"I always sleep in on Saturdays.” It irks you how he forgets the simplest things about you, and you almost let yourself get consumed by the urge to keep arguing, but then you remember why you’re both standing here. “This isn't even about me. You can't do this to her."

"Do what? Hang out with my daughter? She's happy. Look at her."

"She's happy now, but what about when you leave? What about when I have to calm her down when she's crying because she misses you?"

"Just tell her I'll be back."

"But that's not fucking good enough, Leon! That doesn't mean anything. You've been gone for years."

"What do you want me to do? Leave now?"

You peek inside to see your baby girl smiling to herself.

"No."

"We'll figure something out, babe, I swear."

"Do not 'babe' me. We're not doing that."

"Okay, sorry."

You can't tell if his ‘sorry’ is an apology or a way to get you off his ass for the time being.

Leon knows this isn't the ideal scenario, but he prays that the old adage, 'better late than never' proves itself to be true.

He really is sorry. 

Sorry. It never comes out quite right, his mouth is still learning how to mold itself to fit that word. He hopes the look in his eyes gives way to the fact that he means it. 

Regardless, you cut your lecture short after peering in the window at June who is patiently waiting in front of the TV for him to come back.

Leon rarely ever relaxes. His job puts him constantly on edge, waiting for the industry's latest bioweapon to tear his head off. But, with June in his lap, the two of them both fall asleep while Mulan remains on the TV.

You wake June up for lunch, which stirs Leon as well - he never likes having his sleep interrupted but when he finds out you've made macaroni and cheese (and he's allowed to have some), all is forgiven.

That afternoon, Leon feels you staring him down like he's an inmate and you're a prison guard. He feels a little guilty, though he's committed no crimes. He shouldn't be here, he should be home, away from the sacred space you've created for his little girl. If he loves her, he'll let her go.

No. He said that about you, and so far, it hasn't worked.

If he loves his little June bug, he'll hold her tight.

So, Leon comes back the next weekend, announced, like you asked, though maybe he should've been a bit more specific about his intentions.

"Are you guys gonna watch a movie?" you ask. "Or are you gonna show dad your new toy?"

"Actually," Leon cuts in, "I was thinking about taking her to the fair." 

Leon’s not a man who typically walks around with a mind full of adventures - you were always the one to plan the dates you went on together. This idea came to him when he looked up 'things to do near me with children', and found an article that mentioned the county fair. 

"The fair?" You look apprehensive. 

You were never this way with him, you would go anywhere with him - at least, in the beginning, back when you were absolutely smitten with him. God, he misses those days. 

But, maybe Leon should have considered the concerns that you might have about him taking June to the fair. However, the website he consulted didn't give him any instructions on 'how to convince your ex-wife to let you bring your child here' - the only directions consisted of an address that he could type into his GPS. 

"Yeah, I heard it's this weekend and I think it would be a fun time, you know, we could ride some rides, get cotton candy…"

"Cotton candy!" A voice from behind Leon calls.

"I'm worried about June getting on those rides, I mean, they can't be entirely safe."

"I promise, I'll make sure she's safe."

"Mommy, please." It seems to be June who convinces you, though Leon does mimic her pouty puppy dog face.

"Fine, but you need sunscreen, and I don't want you eating too much junk food." Leon tries his best to keep up with all your instructions, though he misses some, in particular, he forgets your insistence that he "keeps you updated the whole time."

"Got it," Leon tells you, overconfident in his listening skills when he's got an excited little kid pulling him out the door.

"And you better not be taking her on that bike, Leon Kennedy!"

"Can I have your car keys?" he asks sheepishly.

You grab them off the counter and hand them to him. "If you crash my car so help me God-"

"I won't." Not while his girl is with him. He drives under the speed limit with her buckled in her carseat. (You had to help him with that, and honestly, you seemed grateful that he asked you, rather than doing it himself and risking messing it up.) Leon knows you think he’s a fuck-up. 

The fair is a 5 year-old's dream. (Also, a grown man's dream, though Leon would be reluctant to admit that.)

"Can we get a funnel cake, daddy?"

“Hell yeah, we can."

"Mommy says 'Hell' is a bad word."

"She's right. I'm sorry for saying it." Maybe you'll accept a funnel cake as an apology, he thinks.

June gasps, and Leon's protective arm flies out of his jacket pocket to wrap around her, stopping in its tracks when she says, "they have fried Oreos!"

"They make those?" Leon has died and gone to heaven, he's sure of it.

The fried Oreos taste 'fucking amazing', though Leon stops himself from saying that in front of his daughter. They're truly the pinnacle of American cuisine.

The fair is like a casino, both in the sense that it drains your wallet and makes you forget how long you've been there. They have the spinning teacups, the petting zoo, the carousel, everything a child's mind could dream up.

"I remember your mom and I kissed at the top of one of these once," he tells June when they're on the ferris wheel.

"Ew! You could've given her cooties!"

"Cooties? You still believe in those?"

"Yeah, if a boy touches you, you can get it."

On second thought, cooties absolutely exist. His little girl isn't having a boyfriend until she's 25.

"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot - you can get it when you're a kid, but I was an adult when I kissed your mom, so we didn't get cooties."

He spares her the details of what really happened on that ferris wheel. His daughter will never hear that story.

That Saturday is one of the best days of Leon's life - second only to June's birth.

That is, until he drops her off at home. You are pissed like he's never seen before.

"Oh, you're alive!" You take June in your arms and kiss her on the cheek.

You do not look as happy to see him. "Leon, I was worried sick about y- her!"

He hears the almost slip of the tongue. You. You worried about them both. You worried about him.

"I'm sorry." And, he means it, really.

"Mommy, it's okay," June assures you. "Daddy won me this." She hands you a teddy bear.

"How'd he do that?"

You look at him, almost suspicious, but he gives you a proud smile, and says, "I won the game where you have to throw darts at the balloons."

"No way! Those are rigged."

"Nope. You're just not as good at them as I am." They probably are rigged but Leon's job has given him superior aim and reaction speed.

Your reluctant smile says you're impressed with his skill.

And, that smile widens when he says, "I got you something too."

"Oh yeah?" The look you give him is one he’s always treasured. He’s always dreamed about making your eyes light up like that again.

"Here." He hands you a styrofoam takeout box, and watches you as you open it.

"Funnel cake!" Though you always say June got her smile from him, he swears you smile exactly like she does.

A funnel cake? How are you supposed to stay mad at him like this?

When Leon is about to exit after saying his goodbyes to June, you stop him. "I'm gonna go put her to bed, and then we're going to have a talk."

A lecture. Not the kind of ‘talk’ he likes.

"Mommy, I want daddy to read me a story."

Leon might have a convincing face, one that works on you nine times out of ten, but June's works ten times out of ten.

You give Leon a pleading look - something you wouldn't have expected to do since your divorce - and he says, "yeah, of course."

"I expect you to be good," you tell June when you hug her goodnight. "You know the rules: brush your teeth, put on your pjs, one story, and then lights out."

She nods, though you expect her to push the envelope. And, you expect Leon to cave to her wishes. But you have a date with that funnel cake, and maybe even a beer - you never drink when June is around, but you realize, when you find one in the back of the fridge out in the garage, that you're beginning to trust Leon. If, God forbid, you ever got even the slightest bit drunk, you know he could take care of June. 

Leon finds you on the porch with a half-finished beer and an empty box where the funnel cake used to be. You smile like a child in that you're completely unashamed, or unaware even, of the ring of powdered sugar around your mouth. 

"I thought you'd save some for me," he says. 

"You thought wrong."

"It's kinda funny that you're the one with the beer in hand. It feels like it was always the other way around."

It’s not that funny at all. 

"That's 'cause it was."

He pauses - you half expect him to apologize, but he doesn't. 

"How was she?"

"Good. She fell asleep while I was reading to her."

"The first book?"

"Are there usually more books?"

"Unbelievable! She always begs me for 'one more story', and I'm such a softie. I always give in."

He laughs. A beautiful laugh. "What can I say? I'm a man of many talents."

"She was probably tired from her long day out." You give him the 'you're in trouble' look that June never gets. 

"I'm sorry. We were having a great time."

"I almost called the police, Leon. I thought you two had died."

"Died? She's safe with me. Always." He pats his hip where Matilda resides, holstered under his jacket.

"You brought a gun into my house? Into my baby's bedroom? I don't want that thing anywhere near her!"

"Chill. The safety's on, and she can't get to it without getting past me, and I've got fast reflexes."

"Oh yeah? I could just-" You reach for the gun, but he grabs your wrist. Then, you think you can catch him off-guard with the other hand, but he's one step ahead, immediately grabbing your other wrist before it gets anywhere near the gun. 

"No, you can't."

"You expected me to do it."

"I expected the second hand after the first. I'm just paying attention."

"Let go of my wrists."

"Will you behave?"

You scoff. "Yes." 

You don't want to 'behave', you want Leon's hands pinning your wrists to the bed. You shake off that thought quickly.

To 'prove that you can outsmart him', you try to grab his gun again when he lets you go. Of course, he stops you. You've never gotten past him. Not when you used to 'play-fight', not when you tried to sneak up on him, not now.

"What do you think you're doing?" He's trying so hard not to laugh, you can see his lip twitching. 

"Fine. You proved your point."

But he doesn't let go yet. "Do you wanna know what I told June earlier?" he whispers. 

"What did you tell her?"

"When we were on the ferris wheel," he enunciates every syllable in 'ferris wheel' and you already know where it's going before he says it, "I told her we kissed on one of those a long time ago."

He must see your worry because he adds, "don't worry, I didn't say anything more about what happened."

About how his hands were under your skirt, and his fingers were knuckle-deep inside you.

“You better not have told her about that."

"I've always kept it a secret. Just between us... and probably the guy operating the ride and people waiting in line who saw your shaky legs and blushing face."

"Shut up!"

"That was my line." He lets go of your wrists, and you're too stunned to do anything. 

It becomes a routine - Leon comes and sees June on the weekends. You know it's going to end one day. He'll leave you both behind. He always does. Sometimes it's work, sometimes it's other things (though you always tell June it's work). 

You wait for him the next Saturday. You've never really set a specific time for Leon to come over because that would be setting expectations, and you've learned that with him expectations just lead to being let down. But, he's later than usual. The pang of anxiety is a familiar one. 

Finally, he shows up, and when he pulls into your driveway, you nearly cry. You care because June cares. At least, that's what you tell yourself. 

"I think my little girl should come stay with me for the weekend," Leon says, and you wonder if saying it in front of June is a strategic move on his part. You can say no to him, but not to her. 

She jumps up and down with joy. You'd think she was just told she's being taken to Disney World, not her dad's apartment. 

"I don't know about this..." You try to shut the idea down. "I mean, you don't even have a carseat, Leon, how can I expect you to have a toothbrush for her? Do you even know how to comb her hair? And, what about her allergies?"

"She's allergic to peanuts and bees, I remember. Her blood type is A positive. She likes watermelon-flavored toothpaste. And Chris told me what shampoo he buys for Rose and how he does her hair."

You're impressed to say the least. "And what about-"

"If I need anything, I'll call you. Okay?"

"I expect you to call me anyway."

"June bug, will you remind me to call  if I forget?"

"Yes," she says, standing up straight like a soldier. 

Would you normally trust your five year-old to remember something crucial? No. But, you know she'll want to say goodnight to you. You're surprised she's willing to stay over at someone else's house, let alone excited about a sleepover. She's always been attached to you. You and June have existed as a duo since she was born. 

It takes you at least an hour to pack everything. You fill two suitcases - and admittedly, it is hot to watch Leon carry them both to the car with no trouble. 

But that rush of arousal lasts for two minutes maximum. You watch them drive away and realize June left without hugging you goodbye. She usually hangs onto your leg like a koala bear and you have to peel her off of you. You only got a wave from Leon. 

It's like her first day of kindergarten all over again - when you teared up at the bus stop watching her climb onto the school bus. 

The only thing that gives you peace of mind is that your baby girl is probably over the moon right now.

She is, and so is her dad. 

There's a singular moment of nervousness on June's part when Chris comes over with Rose. His giant frame and resting face can be intimidating to adults, so he's like the boogeyman to children. Ironic because he's a good father figure, one Leon looks up to. 

Leon tries to coax June out from behind him where she hides from Chris, but the one who successfully gets her to feel safe enough to do so is Rose, who is only a bit older, and a bit taller than June. 

“Don't worry. He's not scary. He fights monsters."

"My dad fights monsters."

"He also plays Barbies sometimes."

Leon stifles a laugh. 

"Let the record show that I play as Ken," Chris insists.

June comes out of hiding to announce that, "My dad is Chef Barbie."

"Is that right?" Chris says, shooting Leon a look that says, 'who's laughing now?'. 

"Well, I would've been Lifeguard Barbie but she was already taken."

The afternoon consists of Lifeguard Barbie saving Chef Barbie, who cannot swim, and ends up in the hospital where she is taken care of by Doctor Barbie - played by Rose - and with a grand finale and a costume change, Chef Barbie and Ken get married. 

Dinner is pizza, which Leon did not expect to be as much of a hit as it was. You'd think he cooked a fancy steak dinner if you saw the look on June's face. 

"Mom never orders pizza at home!"

"Really?"

"She says it's bad for you."

"Let's not tell her about it then."

They also agree not to mention the ice cream sundaes that are served for dessert. 

Both girls fall asleep in front of the TV. Chris carries Rose to the car as she sleeps soundly in his arms. He's become accustomed to that, but it's new for Leon to get to tuck his baby girl into bed like this. He can't remember the last time he carried her. 

When the heartwarming feeling subsides a bit, he realizes he forgot to call you. Shit. He's going to be in trouble. 

Leon calls you from his bedroom, so he doesn't wake June. 

You sound eager to hear from them both, and he feels awful when he hears your disappointment that you're only going to get to talk to him. 

"Do you want me to wake her up?"

"No, no. If she's asleep, don't. I'm just glad you guys had fun."

"We did. Thank you for letting me take her."

"Yeah... Goodnight, Leon."

And, he can't hear the sadness in your voice, so he doesn't understand why you end the phone call so quickly. He expected you to want a rundown of the day, but sleep comes over him and he brushes it off. 

It was a bad choice to watch Mamma Mia that night. You have to pause the TV to grab the tissues when they get to Slipping Through My Fingers. It hits a bit too close to home.

Why aren't you like Meryl Streep? Would it be better if you didn't know who June's father was and you moved to a small town in Greece? 

Realistically, no. 

But halfway through the tub of ice cream you devour, you're convinced you've done it all wrong. 

You were the strict parent but you were also the fun parent because you were the only parent. Then, Leon comes around and swoops your daughter up - and with his ever-present charm, becomes the light of her life.

It's the next weekend when your heart is truly broken- when June is supposed to go to your parents house for the weekend. She usually loves staying with them because they live by the lake and she's finally old enough to swim - with floaties of course. Often, it takes some convincing to get her out the door as she's apprehensive to leave her mom behind, but this time, she says something different. 

"I wanna go see daddy," she cries. 

"You'll see daddy next weekend. Plus, you had me yesterday."

"I don't want you, I want daddy!"

Though she's the child, you're the one who sobs like a baby. You consider calling your own mother to calm you down. 

You don't even feel like yourself anymore, you don't feel like June's mom anymore. the woman your daughter looked up to, the person she loved more than anyone. Now, you feel like you're no more than a woman who lives in the same house, a woman who drives her to soccer practice and packs her lunches. Dad takes her on adventures and lets her stay up late. Mom is an evil dictator who enforces bedtimes.

You gave Leon a key to your house the weekend before. A familiar one, one with a keychain that used to be his. He used to live here. He missed it. He missed you. 

He comes over on the weekends for you both, though it takes him time to fully accept that. Leon remembers you saying that June would be at her grandparents this weekend, but pretends that he doesn't. 

When he arrives he lets himself in, and he finds you crying in the kitchen. He's not sure whether to feel better about being here or worse. He wants to cheer you up, but he worries he'll fuck up somehow. He usually does. 

"What's wrong?" he asks, though he knows he'll need to do more than that to drag the truth out of you. 

And he's right. You respond with a simple lie. A classic. "It's nothing. I'm fine. I just had a hard week at work, that's all."

He places a hand on your shoulder, comforting but begging you to turn to him. "You know I'm here for you, right?"

"You're not here for me. You're here for her. And that's all right, Leon. That's how it's supposed to be. You two still have a special relationship, but us - we have nothing anymore."

"That's not true. We might not be married anymore, but you're still my daughter's mother, and I'm still your daughter's father. We have the best baby girl. Both of us."

He looks into your eyes when he says it.

"And, I wish I could take credit for her being the greatest child I've ever met, but you're the one who raised her - up to this point."

He can tell that the last phrase throws you off. You don't cut him off, you don't try to push him away. 

"I want to be involved. I know I fucked up. Big time. I fucked up catastrophically. But, I want to be there for my girl… and for my other girl, if she'll let me."

"I'm not your girl."

But you were, and the spark is still there. The lack of passion was not your reason for divorce. Your immense love is what kept you together for so long. You were - are - head-over-heels for him. Love - it's incurable.

Now, Leon recognizes the situation for what it is, and swears he'll step up and be a father. But people lie sometimes. Leon has a thousand times now. 

Something in the back of your mind says, one more time. Hope, delusion, optimism. 

And, June, as much as her words hurt you, you've never seen her so happy. 

You explain it all to Leon while he holds you in his arms like you're his baby girl. Because you were. Because you are. 

"She doesn't love me anymore."

"She loves you so much. Just because she loves me, doesn't mean she doesn't love you. She's got a lot of love in her heart. She's a sweet girl like her mom."

Somehow, he always manages to make you feel flustered even when you're crying. 

"You're easy to love," he whispers. 

"Are you saying that-"

"Yes, I'm saying it. I lo-."

You kiss him to cut him off before he can say it. You don't want to have to say it back - because you'd be telling the truth, and sometimes the truth is hard. 

At first, he doesn't kiss you back, and you think you've fucked up, but for once, you've caught him off-guard. 

You make out like teenagers on your living room couch until Leon insists on carrying you upstairs. "I don't care if we don't go any further than this, but I'm old - and I want to take you to bed, in one way or another."

With Leon, it never stops at just making out even though you know he'd never pressure you to do more. He makes you feel insatiable. 

"Fuck, baby," Leon groans. "I missed being inside you."

Inside you - without a condom. You love him that much. 

"I missed this too," you say between moans. "I couldn't get off without thinking about you, about what you do to me."

He lifts your legs and hooks them upon his shoulders, and the new angle makes his cock rub against the most sensitive part of you with every stroke. Your mouth falls open and your head falls back onto the pillow as you let out a gasp of pure pleasure.

"Yeah? Tell me what you've been thinking about." He doesn’t stop fucking you while he speaks, the dirty talk only spurs him on further.

You can't tell him anything. The only word you have in your mind is ‘Leon’, and even that gets stuck in your throat. He's reduced you to downright pornographic moans. 

He slows the roll of his hips. "Want you to tell me," he says. 

"Leon," you whine and reach out to grab him - but your efforts are in vain, he has you at his mercy in this position. 

"Tell me."

"Every time I touched myself, I thought about when we were trying to conceive… It was the best sex I ever had."

"We can do that again, baby. Just say the word." 

There's nothing that Leon wants more than to cum inside you, you know this. 

"Please."

"You want me to put a baby in you?"

"Mm-hmm."

He doesn't even make you beg because he can't stop running his own mouth. His filthy, beautiful mouth. "I remember how gorgeous you looked when you were pregnant. God, I wanted to fuck you the whole time."

"I told you that you could have me whenever you wanted me, however you wanted me. I told you I wanted it rough and you wouldn't give it to me."

"I had to be gentle with you, baby. Couldn't risk it."

"You're still being gentle."

"'Cause you're so precious."

"You're not gonna hurt me, Leon. I want you to be rough with me."

And that's his cue to press your legs to your chest - you know he can fuck you faster and harder in this position, but you swear he manages to bury himself deeper inside you than before, too. 

It's a good thing you're alone in the house because otherwise Leon would have to find a way to shut you up. He could easily clamp his hand over your mouth, but he lets you whine unrestrained, begging him over and over for 'more'. 

"You're gonna wake the whole goddamn neighborhood, baby."

"I don't care. I need you."

"Fuck." He snaps his hips into you with increased vigor. He must not care either, not enough to stop. 

You try to tell him how good it feels, and moreover, how close you are to the edge, but it gets lost in a sea of moans. 

It doesn't matter, though, because your walls tightening around him tell him all he needs to know.

"You're squeezin' me, baby. Not gonna be able to pull out if you don't let up."

"Don't pull out."

"Yeah? You sure? You want me to put a baby in you?" 

It's all rhetorical but you nod at every question. You wrap your legs around him, forcing him to stay inside you, and you don't let him go until well after your high has subsided. 

In the post-orgasm haze, you say the words you meant to hold back before. "I love you."

And he doesn’t hesitate to say it back.  

[lottiies]

TIARAS AND TEACUPS

→ just some fluffy drabbles and headcanons on leon being a girl dad

NOTE: listen i don’t even want kids in the future but for this man?? if he was real and mine then trust i would change my mind real quick ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

this is pretty short, less than 1k words hehe

i.

Leon would never hear the end of it from his coworkers if they saw him like this. There was a plastic tiara with fake pink jewels resting atop his hair. He was sitting criss cross applesauce, for he was a little too big to sit on the tiny chairs his daughter had placed her plushies on.

“Daddy, here’s your cup!” She chimed happily, placing a small toy teacup right in front of him.

“Thank you princess, it’s a pretty set.” His hand could easily cover the entire cup, but to be graceful, he held the handle with his thumb and forefinger. “What’s on the menu?”

“Brownies and…and cookies.” She had a small container of them, having gotten some from the batch you baked the other night. “I’m gonna go get mommy, make sure Mrs. Teddy doesn’t drop her tea!”

Leon looked so out of place, but he was happy, watching with a smile as his daughter ran out of the room to go get you. And surely enough, you joined the tea party a couple minutes later, a matching headpiece on your head and your daughter giggling as she tugged you by the hand and took you to where she wanted you to sit.

You couldn’t help but stifle back a laugh when you saw Leon, and he seemed to catch on, grinning at you. “Look who’s late.”

“Fashionably late.” You corrected him as you pointed at your crown, taking a seat on the floor.

“Yay all my guests are here! I’ll hand out the food but don’t eat without me, okay?”

Leon was always emotional when he was in the same room as the two people he treasured the most.

He could still remember when his daughter was just a newborn baby. He almost broke down that day as soon as he heard her first cries, he never thought he’d get the blessing of parenthood.

ii.

If there’s one thing about Leon as a dad, it’s that he really has no backbone when it comes to his adorable daughter. Lecturing wasn’t his strong suit, he just wanted to spoil her. Thankfully, she didn’t have a knack for finding trouble so he didn’t have to worry all that much.

Here Leon was opening the letter he had gotten from his daughter’s elementary school, skimming through it only to see all the positive commentary the homeroom teacher had left. He was a proud father, and he took her on a trip to the store so she could pick out something nice.

“Don’t worry your little head about the price, okay? You deserve something special, you’re doing so well at school.” He gave her head a gentle pat, staying close behind her energetic form as she scanned the aisle for toys.

Toys. Great. Leon was sure he would sob when his little girl started asking for electronics and cosmetics. God, how he wished these years didn’t fly by so quickly. He had to make the most of them.

“Anything? Even a scooter?”

“Uh huh, even a scooter. Want one?”

“Yeah they’re awesome! Can we go look at them? I wanted to ask for one last Christmas but it was really cold so I wouldn’t have even been able to play outside much to use it. But it’s almost summer now so it would be nice and…”

She continued rambling on and on while Leon smiled happily. He held her hand and walked her over to where the scooters and bikes were.

Though he was a little concerned. What if she fell one day and scraped her knee? Or what if she hit her ankle with the scooter? Worst pain ever. Either way, he’d have to buy her a helmet and some knee pads.

Being a dad was kinda stressful.

iii.

Leon would try to be there for major milestones as much as possible. Yeah, sometimes he couldn’t be there because of the spontaneity of his demanding job, but he made sure to make everything worthwhile when he was present.

Whenever her birthday came up, he’d let Sherry babysit her for a few hours so she wouldn’t be at the house while you and him were decorating the place.

“Our little girl is growing up so fast. She’s already wanting to sit in the passenger seat, can you believe that?”

“You big ol’ softie.” You laughed a bit at his sulking, but you felt the same way, going over to hug him and comfort him. He held your hips, nuzzling against the crook of you neck. He loved you so much, he’d know nothing about happiness without you.

“I think I finally understand what the adults in my life would say when I was younger.”

“And what’s that?”

“That when you’re a parent, your children don’t really get older in your eyes. Yeah she’s about to turn ten but…she’s still our baby girl. I feel like she’s still three.”

HEADCANONS

𐙚 Leon would definitely be the type to look up some tutorials on YouTube so he could learn how to do his daughter’s hair. Doesn’t matter if it’s straight, wavy, or really curly. He’ll get all the products and get as much practice as possible

𐙚 For bedtime stories he’d just make up child friendly versions of his missions. B.O.W’s would become dragons, he’d be some sort of knight, and the setting would be a magical forest instead of some isolated and creepy location. And of course there’d be a happily ever after. In a way, this also helps him cope with his experiences

𐙚 Even in a modern world where cards are used more than cash (much to his dismay), he carries around lots of quarters just in case his daughter wants to get something out of a sticker or candy vending machine

[ladyxnocturnal]

His Birthday Surprise

Leon Kennedy X Fem Reader

Summary: It is Leon Kennedy’s Birthday and decided to set him a little small birthday party with Chris and the rest of the crew. But little did he knew, you had a little birthday gift for him.. Congratulations Dad!!

{A/N: I decided to write little something that’s wholesome for a little change! This idea came across my head so fast it’s so cute! Enjoy! 🥹💞 also I’m sorry if my writing isn’t good today I’m very tired LOL and it might be short I’m sorry :((}

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You did it all. You made sure every plan was set just perfectly for your husband’s special day. Every year you went all out with yourself to set the perfect party for your husband. Leon would always tell you that you didn’t have to do such a thing but you insisted in every way. Leon was special to you, you wanted him to feel special in every moment or way or to even show him how he really means to you. You loved seeing him happy and loved.

The plan was set out very perfectly, like usual every year. Never forgetting to invite Chris and Claire. You didn’t want to mess things up for your husband’s special day. You even had a surprise in the waiting you were dying to already spill out but you just couldn’t yet. When it gets to gifts, you knew you had to save your last. You didn’t even tell Chris and Claire this big surprise you had for Leon. You knew Leon wanted this and you even wanted this to happen in the future. You both tried for months but it was hard to go through. But you made sure that you were positive with the doctors if you’re pregnant. Becoming a parent is going to big responsibility but you were so excited to carry your lovers child to raise, to care, and love. You could already imagine Leon’s reaction, replaying it in your mind was making a smile plaster onto your face.

Leon was wondering around the kitchen to look at those cute decorations you hung around the place. So many balloons scattered over the floor, the banner reading ‘Happy Birthday Leon!’,, cussing him to chuckle for how adorable this was of you. He noticed you standing with a smile on your face, in your little own world which made him confused for a moment, heading over to you to wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you in to him for a sweet embrace.

“You okay there sweetheart? What’s on your mind?” His voice was smooth like butter from how deep it was. You hummed sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Oh- Yes! I’m okay, I’m just- making sure everything is just set and perfect that’s all.” You quickly thought of an excuse to hide your excitement for your surprise later on. Leon chuckled, pressing his lips against yours lovingly, looking deep into your eyes.

“Everything is all perfect like always. You really out did yourself again this year, you really didn’t have to do this you know?” When he said that you poured like some child, shaking your head. “Lee, I don’t wanna hear it! I love doing this, I love you and it’s your special day! You can’t stop me.” You huffed, your eyes lighting up from that pout you put on which made your husband smile from adorable you really are.

God he loved you so much, he was so happy that he made the best decision in his life to spend of the rest of his life with you. You were just perfection in his eyes, how did he get so lucky with you? “Alright Alright, if you really say so sweetheart.”

Just in time, you heard a knock on the door which made you perk up with joy, rushing to the door to see Chris and Claire outside the door frame. You smiled as you allowed them to come in, Claire walking in first empty handed but poor Chris, Carrying gifts that reached to the height of his head.

“You can just set the gifts over there Chris, did Claire make you carry things again?” You laughed a bit, helping him out to the table to place the gifts down. “You bet. But it’s okay really, I’m used to all of this shit anyways” he chuckled, helping you out with the gifts but turned his head to face Leon. “Happy Birthday Leon, how’s the old age?” He teased causing Leon to chuckle and play along “I’m not THAT old Chris, you’re getting old too you know but thanks.”

You went over to the counter to pick up a party hat to place over Leon’s Head, smiling with delight. “There we go, Party hat for the birthday boy!” You chimed from satisfaction.

Leon looked down at you, grinning. “Is this really necessary?”

“Of course it is! It’s important.” You clapped your hands with that sweetness tone in your voice.

Claire laughed as she let a pat on Leon’s back. “Wow, that party hat doesn’t suit you at all Leon but it is your birthday anyways.” She smiled, turning to you. “Shall we get to the cake so the birthday boy can blow out the candles?”

You couldn’t even agree more, nodding as you took Claire with you to get the candles to place on top of the cake. “Say chris, you have a lighter don’t you?” Chris immediately tossed you his lighter which you thankfully caught just in time, lighting up the candles on the cake.

“There we go! Time to sing happy birthday!”

All of you surrounded the cake, starting off to sing Happy Birthday, Leon blowing out the candles.

“What did you wish for Leon?” Chris asked as he patted onto Leon’s shoulder. “A car.” He joked which caused Chris to laugh. “You don’t need one for how bad to reckless drive.”

Claire rolled her eyes with a laugh. “I agree, you don’t need a car Leon. But let’s have cake now! I can’t wait any longer.”

With that being said, the all of you enjoyed slice of cake. Talking about the slightest little things. All of you even played some bits of party games to bring more of the enjoyment to Leon’s birthday party. Seeing Leon having fun and happy was the most you all wanted and spending time with Chris and Claire. Now, it was time to open gifts and you couldn’t wait till the big surprise you had for your husband.

“Open my first.” Christ suggested, having that confidence strike into his tone.

Leon reached over to the box to tear through the wrapping paper to open up the folds of the cardboard box. “Oh fuck yes. Just what I need.” He pulled up a new leather jacket to show off which made you smile and Claire folding her arms.

“I knew you’d like it, you’re all about the leather shit.” Chris teased with a chuckle, looking over at Claire. “You’re next.”

“I’d say you’ll like my gift even better Leon.” Claire smiled, watching Leon as he picked up Claire’s gift that seemed to be in a very fragile box which made him even more curious. “Interesting..” he spoke to himself as he made sure to open the box carefully to see it was a new handgun which made him gasp like a little kid. “I figured you’d enjoy a new gun.” Claire quickly added, feeling that confidence boost her up.

“It’s actually really nice, thanks claire, I’ll need to use this more often.” Leon placed the hun back into the box to sit to the side carefully. Your excitement now showed out more when it was your turn to give your lovers surprise gift. But you also felt nervous for his reaction, you knew it wouldn’t be bad at all. You both wanted this for a long time now and now it’s the perfect time. “Now it’s my turn.” You giggled as you never took your eyes off of Leon.

Leon smiled, taking your gift in his hands to unwrap. He felt puzzled when he pulled out a baby’s onesie, holding it up with a grin. “I don’t think this will fit me..-“ he joked but noticed something else in the box which made his eyes widen from shock. “No fucking way-“ Your smile grew bigger but Chris and Claire was confused. Leon held up your pregnancy test which even made Chris and Claire in shock, looking at you. “You’re? Pregnant?!”

Little beads of tears started to form in your eyes from happiness, nodding in response. Leon jumped out of his seat to pick you up to hold you in a big hug, swaying you around like a rag doll. “I’m going to be a dad! We are going to be parents!” His reaction was just the sweetest thing to ever happen. You giggled, holding onto him tight. “I wanted to tell you sooner but I had to surprise you today.”

Leon pressed his lips against yours over and over, smothering you with his kisses, holding you close to him from how excited he is. “This is the best gift that ever happened to me, I can’t wait to raise a family with you. I love you so much.” Chris chuckled at this sweet moment. “Wow Leon, didn’t know you had it in you. I better be the uncle here.”

Claire shook her head with a laugh, nudging Chris from his jokes. “Let them have this moment, then maybe you’ll be uncle Chris.”

End

[mossyivy]

Ummmm the one day their mom was out doing her business whether that be hanging out with her friends or a simple me time (Leon encouraged her to do/spoil herself) is the day Violet got her period. And now Leon is standing outside the bathroom like 🧍‍♂️’oh’

I didn't know we were getting this into depth with the AU but alrighty. (No idea why tf I went so hard with this but I thought it was a sweet moment between them 😅)

It fucking suck too cause I know Leon would take his girls out for daddy daughter days and it definitely happened while they were out at the mall or something (cause it can never happen at home 😒)

(Average age is 10-15, 12 being most common, but we'll go with her being an early bloomer at 10. Violets an over achiever lol)

Leon's just standing outside of the women's restroom confused as to why one of his kids isn't out yet. He's just standing there casually holding his youngest hand. He's getting worried so he calls her from outside the bathroom, making sure everything's okay.

Violets panicking. Obviously. She'd been cramping all morning but not enough to cause alarm. She just thought she had a tummy ache from the big special breakfast Leon usually makes on daddy daughter days. But now... They're at the mall, she's stuck in the movie theater bathroom, her mother is away with her friends and her father... Is Leon. He's a good dad. Great dad even. But he's not good in awkward situations... Especially when he can't relate to the problem at hand. Her phone rings, speak of the devil it's him. She answers with a shaky hello

"You okay in there pumpkin?"

"No..." She whines, clutching her stomach.

"What's wrong?" She stays quiet for a few seconds, feeling incredibly embarrassed but she has no choice.

"I got my period." He's frozen, all the air leaves his body as he goes pale. Cecilia looks up at him, clutching her rabbit plush closer to herself as she looks at her mortified daddy.

"You what..."

"I got my period!" She repeats, raising her voice a bit, not meaning to but she's irritated. She's in pain and embarrassed. Even he wouldn't blame her.

"Okay... Uh..." He thinks for a minute. What would his wife do? "Was there any of those machine things on the wall when you went in?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay, I'll go get change for that. I'll be back honey. Just stay put."

"Can't really go anywhere right now Dad..." He hangs up looking down at his youngest.

"C'mon, we gotta go buy something to help your sister."

"What happened?" Leon starts walking, guiding his little girl along.

"Violet got her period."

"What's that mean?" He looks down at Cecilia, she's only 6, of course she wouldn't know what that is yet.

"She's becoming a woman." Cecilia nods, following her father to a news stand, buying a paper from the small rack and handing over $10.

"Can I get 5 of that in quarters?"

"Sure!" The clerk starts counting out change as Cecilia pipes up.

"We're helping my sister cause she's a woman." She smiles wide, Leon sighs as the girl in the stand chuckles and hands back his change.

"Well, good luck helping her. I'm sure you'll do just fine Dad." Leon grumbles a thank you before walking back to the bathroom. Making note of giving Cecilia a talk about privacy later.

Making it back to the bathroom he crouches, getting eye level with his youngest and holds the change out in his hand.

"Okay, I need you to pay attention. You need to go in there, and the big silver box on the wall should have something called maxi pads in it. M-A-X-I P-A-D-S. Put the quarters in the slots and turn the little knob. You got that?" She nods, taking the quarters as he stands up and she walks around the wall into the bathroom.

Leon's there for a solid minute when Cecilia comes back.

"What was I supposed to get, Daddy?" He takes a breath in, now knowing what his wife means when she says their youngest has his attention span now... He looks at her.

"Is there anyone in there besides your sister?" She shakes her head, he takes the quarters back with another deep breath. "Stay in the doorway where I can see you and yell for me if anyone comes towards the bathroom."

"Okay!" Leon rounds the corner, peeking in and looking around. Thank God no one's actually there...

Immediately he goes to the dispenser and buys the pad, seeing the only locked stall.

"Violet..." She perks up, hearing her father's voice.

"Dad? What-"

"Your sister was being herself. Here." He passes her the pad under the stall. "Remember what Mommy showed you?"

"Yeah... Thank you."

"No problem honey, I'll be outside. Take your time." He makes his way out, buying a few extra pads and a pack of Advil from the dispenser on the way out just in case.

He ushers Cecilia to the lobby, sitting on one of the benches as people walk by. As if everything is fine and he didn't just have to help his baby girl...

It finally hits him, she's growing up. Usually he'd have his wife to help him through these moments but she's off having fun right now. He looks at the floor, a lot of memories come flooding back. Her first words, her first steps, potty training even...

"Stop... It's fine. She has to grow up." He mumbles to himself. Cecilia pats his head, making him sit straight up. She tries climbing up on his knee, he hoists her up plopping her down with ease as he hugs her.

"When will I be a woman Daddy?" She asks, so innocently. Her cute little face gleaming up at him with a wide smile.

"Hopefully when your mother's around..."

[lipglossanon]

okay second one because it’s almost the end of july… sooooo practically spooky season adjacent anywho do you feel like any of the leon’s like being called something other than daddy (i know you’ve covered similar asks so sorry if it’s repetitive but the end is… ahem… unhinged) like idk why i feel like stepdad leon would like being called sir in the same way i feel dark stepdad would like being called master or some shit like that 🤭 (i didn’t want to leave out sweet stepdad but he does like being called dad so that’s covered) now the unhinged part,,,, with halloween (and halloween fics) coming up dark stepdad leon and the type o negative lyrics got me thinking about him dressing as a priest for halloween 👀 specially with the short sleeves 🤤

(she normally calls me daddy but last night she called me father vibes or i can’t say much about organized religion but i can say he’s filled me with something more than the holy spirit 😉)

Hi anon!! 👋

ABSJFL no but I love that idea!! 😭

I fucking love Type O Negative 😌 (RIP Peter Steele 😢)

But yes, I’m thinking hard on some dark spooky content for October as it’s my fave time of year 💜 💜 I’m big into horror and supernatural stuff so it’s like right up my alley 🤭

I’ve kinda thought about corrupt priest Leon all by his lonesome and he sees you one day and it’s like a lightning bolt to the noggin; he’s obsessed with you from then on out 🤭

But that’s as far as that plot bunny went 🤷‍♀️

Anywho, all that to not answer your question haha but I think it would depend on the mood /situation 🤔

Like Sir/Daddy/Master can be interchangeable 🤔 and I think OG and Dark Stepdad would like them a lot 🤭 and sweet stepdad would like it if you sold him on it, if that makes sense? 😝

But nothing else really comes to mind 🤔

[pricescigar]

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My personalty is a INTP. I think at this point the amount of times you've seen me write, my brain is creative enough...

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I started playing COD around 2017? My first game was Call of Duty Infinite Warfare, then it was Call of Duty Modern Warfare remastered, then around Christmas of 2020 was when I got Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2019 and the first time I played Multiplayer! Then Febuary 2021 ... I fell down the Rabbit Hole with Call of Duty Black Ops Cold War.

(Fun fact my dad got me into the Call of Duty games do I thank him for that)

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I play other games of course, depends what interests me and doesn't interest me.

I also love Dead by Daylight, a game my friends got me into and let me just say... They fully convinced me right off the bat, and I've loved playing it ever since.

Survivor mains on dbd: Jeff, Leon, Vittorio, Cheryl. Ect.

Killer mains on Dbd: Wesker, Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Dracula, Ghostface

Recently got into God of War too, such an amazing game! Also planning to play GOWIII at some point.

X-men ... I REALLY FUCKING LOVE XMEN

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(CONTINUED AGAIN HELP) Can't blame tumblr for putting word limits at this point. Someone @/Ash: "You're a pure-hearted trainer." Cue flashback to other-world!Leaf throwing breadcrumbs at Latios/Latias in Kanto when Steven comes by looking for them and they're like *nudge nudge chirp* *looks at Steven* "ok, he seems like a pure-hearted trainer. if that's really the one you're choosing...protect your new friend too." *Steven gets killed a month later* WAIT NO- (a bit jokish than what fully happened, she also kinda stole his wallet but sshh details) She hates those words, "they're like a curse." It's what got Ash in this Chosen One mess with Arceus and Ho-Oh.

I sometimes wonder if I should convert Pokeverse education to some type of Magnet Program/Technical school sometimes. Just to cut down on time/specialized education. Go on a Journey, speed through classes online at the PokeCenter, have a panic attack because Steven accidentally woke up Groudon and Kyogre because a suspicious man said he could help him find the famed giant rainbow rock. ("Why is it that every time I open the news, you're making headlines for almost dying?! Why is it always Hoenn???!") Fun fun. (No but genuinely, Hoenn really gets put through the wringer with the Titans, the Meteor, the many dark secrets in the region, etc.)

Throw in some real-world influenced mythological trivia about Legendaries and coffee-reliant study sessions in Libraries with Cynthia. Alola vacation? You're discussing lore and having a mental breakdown as Cynthia drops something you've never heard of before (yay for our resident Hisui expert but also ???! WHAT-) that changes everything you ever knew about reality as Steven comes in excited about the field trip to Akala Island because it has rocks and special rock ice-cream and he wants to know what kind of flavors they have in mind for his favorite minerals. ("Oh...is this a bad time?" "Nope. Just Cynthia casually shattering everything I ever knew about the world." "Ah. So the usual.") Every time Steven does something shifty and clever with that smirk on his face from the anime, you know the one, she's like, "did you learn that from business school." Other times it's like, "Do me a favor and maybe don't scream bloody murder at 6 in the morning?" It's 10am, and poor Steven found a Sableye eating his rock collection. A moment of silence please. Really thought someone was attacking him for a sec *insert nobody likes the Kalos Crisis.* You're in your 20s, hypothetically older than Leon by a few months or a year but still get mistaken for a 15 y/o (eyy just like me lol.) He tries to give you an autograph and has to kneel down to your height as Ash and Goh are laughing in the background. #MaybeIShouldWearHeels.

Will Steven ever stop finding himself in hot water? No, but he's too nice to stay mad at. All you can do is cry because you thought he was gonna get himself killed. Can anyone match Cynthia's level of nonchalance? "I didn't take Galactic seriously because of how they dressed, oh cool let's go visit the Distortion World-" Thank god Diantha is normal and best aunt- oh righto, history with Lysandre and Malva...we can keep that hush hush, you fit right in with the rest of these chaotic people. Lance is capable of being just as bad as them but got stuck with "responsible team dad" by default and necessity as nobody else can do it. (He's a wannabe superhero, he def got stabbed by a knife from a Rocket member at some point.)

Heh, whoops. I talked more than I intended, I just couldn’t help myself keeping this story inside for years 👉👈 Hope I didn’t bother you coming into your ask box with all this. Thank you very much but also I’m so sorry omg if you read all this. May Dawn Stones Light Your Days 💎✨

CYNTHIA DESTROYING EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER KNOWN JUMP SCARE. Love it. Okay, for real, the love that you have for this story is evident in even these messages. I can tell it's a passion project and a work of art, of love. The characterization of your Champions are amazing, and if you ever feel comfortable going off anon (literally NO PRESSURE), I would love to pick your brain about personalities and dynamics for an upcoming fic. If you do consider posting, just try to remember that a) you can't please everyone, but b) you will please someone. Try not to worry too much about what is considered commonplace in fanon and such, because if you build your world and story up the way you think it should work, then it will make sense to most readers. Leaf makes perfect sense to me, for example, just because of the little you've told me about the story. If someone tells you it "should" be May, they aren't reading the same story, and again, that's on them.

I think you're on to something great here, and I would love to take this deep dive into found family and friendship in the world of Pokemon with you. My DMs (and askbox for anon) are always open <3 Thank you SO MUCH for sharing your beautiful thoughts with me <3

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go ahead & cry, little girl

content: death island leon x female reader. age gap. suggestive content. he works with your dad so kind of dbf? he isn't a creep who has known you since you were under eighteen though. kind of angsty. but hurt/comfort. lots of pet names. not proofread. yeah! author’s note: it's been a hot minute since i posted because i have had zero motivation but pls enjoy. i'm not joking when i say di leon sitting me on his lap would actually fix me i love this old ass man. this is very self-indulgent i was in my feels ok. reblogs & comments are highly appreciated !!

leon didn't know how he ended up in this predicament, with you straddling his lap, lips clashing softly against his. his mind begged him to get a grip on reality, realize that he shouldn't be doing this with you of all people, but his body betrayed those thoughts.

still, his hands remained firmly on your waist, holding you flush against his frame. they slithered up your sides, causing your shirt to ride up ever so slightly, exposing your soft skin. all restraint and resolve he might've once held had been drained away, now left with pure, unadulterated need.

finding his co-worker's daughter on his lap wasn't apart of tonight's agenda, not at all. he swung by at your parents' request, your mother once again throwing one of her many extravagant dinner parties, this time in homage to you, who'd just completed your stratcom training.

it was supposed to be your special night, but you felt anything but. many of the other agents and older adults there tonight you knew merely by name, most being co-workers or close friends with your father.

of course, you got the obligatory congratulations from guests, but after about fifteen minutes or so they'd all mellowed away from you and got engrossed in their own conversations, all having nothing to do with you.

what shocked you the most was the fact that your own father hadn't said a word to you about your accomplishments. hadn't even acknowledged the fact that you were now joining the same field as him. no matter what you did, you seemed to never win his approval. it left a queasy feeling in your stomach.

you step out to the balcony, desperate to catch a breather, and shuffle past the stuffy environment downstairs. with a lukewarm can of coke sitting on the edge, you stare off at the night sky, the cool air enveloping around you.

a glum expression is worn on your face, one you can't seem to shake off. for a moment, you really thought your father might be proud of you. truth be told, joining the dso was never really your thing—you did it for him.

"everything okay sweetheart?" an all too familiar voice calls out from behind, turning around to face the figure standing in the doorway. it's leon, a sympathetic look playing on his features. he knew something was off when the star of the show was nowhere to be seen.

of course, it was leon who noticed your absence, it always was him. he helped hone your skills during your stratcom days and carefully curated an agent better than himself—at least, one day he hoped you were.

you can't fight the slight smile that creeps onto your lips at the sight of him, your heart fluttering in your chest. after a night of zero attention, this was like handing candy to a baby.

"hi leon," you don't answer his question.

"not doing too hot, i take it..?" leon asks softly, padding towards you. his presence alone seemed to comfort you. he leans his back against the balcony, arms crossed below his chest. he's close enough for you to smell the scent of his cologne. you inhale sharply.

at your silence, he adds, "i thought this was supposed to be a night for you to celebrate."

you shake your head, "no, it was just an excuse for everyone to get drunk. i should've known," you grumble, sighing defeatedly as you take a sip from your can.

"don't say that," leon tells you with an apologetic frown, his tone reassuring, even if he knew what you were saying was the truth, "look, if it's any consolation, i'm proud of you. you've worked really hard for this, kid."

kid. a subtle reminder that you shouldn't be harboring a little crush on leon. he didn't see you as anything more than his co-worker's daughter. it was bittersweet, knowing he cared for you, but not in the same way you did for him.

"thanks leon," you muster up a full-fledged smile for him, staring at him appreciatively.

he takes the opportunity to grab your shoulders, squeezing them gently, and says, "i mean it," leon smiles as you melt against his touch, "don't let those old geezers get to you." his thumb brushes over the fabric of your shirt soothingly.

"you're my favorite old geezer," you finally grin, a soft chuckle following suit. he chides back with a playful "watch it brat."

you didn't know how to feel about leon. guilt creeped beneath your skin whenever you acknowledged the fact that you might be attracted to him. or, were you just relishing in the attention he gave you, making up for what you never got growing up. it was messy, and made your head hurt.

his arms trail down yours, clasping onto your waist as leon pulls you in for a suffocating hug. you bury your face in his chest, inhaling both the smell of his cologne and the faint whiskey on his breath. he rests his head on your shoulder, and tells you, "i know it sucks, but above everyone else, you should be proud of yourself, baby."

the nickname drips off his tongue like honey, slow and sweet, as he continues, "you don't need approval from someone who's blinded by their own ignorance," his tone takes a bitter edge, "screw him."

leon had always known your father as an earnest man, brave, with unwavering self-righteousness. brutally massacring zombies and the sons of bitches who created them was his specialty. leon could only assume the man's offspring was just as ruthless.

and that you were. but beyond that cold mask, was a girl who truly only wanted her parents to see that she was strong and capable, more specifically her father. but fate decided otherwise.

he respected your father, but the more he got to know you, the more that respect slowly withered away. being cruel on the battlefield was one thing, but acting that way towards your own flesh and blood?

it was shameful.

a single tear rolls down your cheek, leon's words striking a chord in you, the realization settling in your bones. sure, what he was saying was true, but you couldn't shake the feeling off. this was your father. you couldn't shove him under the rug and move on like everything was okay.

but if this was the way the man wanted to act, it was truly what he deserved.

"i guess," you sniffle, "i just thought—"

leon cuts you off immediately, his jaw tensing, "no, sweetheart, you don't have to prove yourself to anyone." he pulls back slightly, wanting to see your face, the sight only weakening his heart. you poor girl. "especially not to your old man. he's just got his head so far up his ass he can't see you for the perfect girl you are."

the stern, yet gentle look on his face made you swallow hard. he really did care a lot for you. he saw how desperate you were for love and approval from your father, and it hurt to watch you struggle for something that would never be given.

"i don't know what else to do," you mumble weakly, your bottom lip quivering. the dam broke, allowing tears to flood out of your eyes freely, and trickle down your cheeks, soft sobs tumbling off of your lips. you came undone right before his eyes, a gut-wrenching sight.

"hey, don't cry," he coos, his voice much softer than usual. a frown tugged on his features as leon brushed away your tears with the pad of his thumb. he sighs sharply, blue eyes piercing through yours.

leon pulls you closer once again, wrapping his arms around you for emotional support—he knew you loved hugs more than anything. you don't say anything, simply crying in his embrace, years of frustration bubbling to the surface. he doesn't care as you stain his t-shirt with salty tears.

"it's okay, honey, i got you," the pet name rolls off of his tongue way too easily, but to his luck, it comforts you, "i know, i know," leon mumbles, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. again, the gesture only seemed natural in the moment, and you relished in it all.

the kiss, albeit chaste, ignites something within yourself, already vulnerable and drunk on misery. your heart thuds heavily in your chest as you become acutely aware of the position you're in. despite it all, this felt so right. god, you could just kiss him.

eventually, your profuse sobbing calms down, mellowing into soft whimpers as leon keeps your face buried in his chest. he likes having you like this, all wrapped up in his arms. you're such a pretty thing, sweet too. it tugged at his heart strings seeing you all upset.

"better now?" he whispers, his voice a tender murmur. leon's hands smooth up and down your back soothingly, trying to relieve you from all the stress you were under.

you sniffle a bit and nod, "mhm."

your breaths were slow and steady, reeling back in after your little fit. still, you wanted him to kiss you 'til you were senseless, but you knew leon would never, much to your dismay. he was too old to be messing around with a twenty-two year old.

sixteen years wasn't just a slight age gap, it was nearly two decades. he had so many years on you, so much more experience. you yearned for someone mature and caring, though, even if that was a naïve thought process to have.

the intimacy of your situation hadn't gone unnoticed by leon, but the thought of pursuing a relationship like that with someone so much younger left a sour taste on his tongue. even if you were such a precious, pretty girl. you were the daughter of a co-worker. you were off limits in more ways than one.

your teary doe eyes bore into his, a maelstrom of thoughts swirling around your mind, all telling you to take different courses of action from here on out. you wanted to kiss leon so bad, just wanted to feel something. he looked like he was a good kisser. lust clouds your gaze.

leon's breath hitches as you lift your hand up to cup his cheek, the feeling of your thumb tracing the line of his jaw sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. his heart shouldn't be beating this fast, he was a grown man for god's sake. but there was something about your gaze that made the simple gesture so much more intimate.

this was a bad idea, leon told himself. he wasn't an idiot, he was all too familiar with the certain glimmer in your eyes. he just didn't think you feeling that way about him was even possible. he knew you were incredibly vulnerable right now, as delicate as a porcelain doll, nothing like the tough agent he was well-acquainted with. that's why he didn't question your affection.

for now, at least.

the fact that not a single soul had gone searching for you in your short absence left a bitter feeling beneath your skin. just leon. everyone seemed to be busy drinking their hearts out and laughing nonsensically. it pissed leon off just as much. a girl like you deserved so much better than this.

maybe it was for the best, no one finding you and leon in this compromising position. it would be hard to explain, that was for certain.

his mouth goes dry, finding himself unable to get a grasp on reality, simply reveling in your gentle touch. would he even stop you if you leaned in for a big kiss?

the answer was no. because a moment after that thought occurred in leon's mind, your lips find his, your free hand making its way to his other cheek, cradling his face as you lean in closer. leon freezes, unable to process what was going on—one minute, you were sobbing in his arms. the next, you were pulling him in for a kiss.

it felt wrong, yet so right, your lips soft and sweet like ice cream. he kisses you back, out of instinct, rather than better judgement. your lips move slowly against one another, gently testing out the waters, exploring your boundaries with little pecks. still, leon couldn't deny the guilt that burned hot beneath his skin.

you let out soft noises of satisfaction while feeling leon's hands get a little more bold, pulling you flush against him. he was only human, leon tried reassuring himself—it wasn't like he exactly hated the predicament he was in, given how perfectly you felt in his arms.

his hands trail lower, now resting precariously on your waist, inching towards your ass. leon's mind was pleading with him, begging him to step away and remember who you were, but his body betrayed those thoughts.

instead of being the older, more mature person in the scenario, he pushes you up against the edge of the balcony.

breathlessly, leon whispers, lips still plastered against yours, "sweetheart, we really shouldn't," but he couldn't bring himself to part from you. you had him hooked, line and sinker.

his words fall upon deaf ears. you beg to disagree, moving in for a few more kisses, all placed haphazardly on the lower half of his face, his stubble prickling your chin. you can't even say anything in response, too enthralled by the feeling of kissing someone you deemed off limits. your fingers tangle in his dark hair, threading through the strands as your tongue slips past the crack of his lips.

leon groans softly, feeling your legs wrap around his waist. his hands grip onto your thighs tightly, hoisting you up into place. with your lips locked, he stumbles backwards, falling onto a nearby couch. he knew he was too far gone, already surrendering to the desire that coursed through his blood, causing it to run hot.

and here you were, straddling his lap, kissing him like a starved man. leon's mind raced, still finding this whole thing ineffable. he knew you as a rookie he trained, a total sweetheart. but just by the way you opened your mouth against his proved your thoughts right now were less than pure.

mixed saliva drips down your chin, making no effort to wipe it away, as you shift over his lap, subtly trying to grind your clothed cunt against the rough denim. leon's breath catches in his throat, "fuck, sweetheart— what the hell are you doing?" sure, his cock might've been half-hard right now, but you were too vulnerable to be getting yourself into something like this. reality was creeping back in for him, unfortunately.

your breaths come out in short pants, tits pressing up against his chest, "need you so bad," you mumble, plush lips still on his.

you didn't know what you needed, leon wanted to tell you, but he kept his mouth shut.

"no, not like this," he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, even if you felt so good. leon had no idea how he would face your father after this, knowing his little girl was swapping saliva with his co-worker of all people.

but the fucking look in your eye, the pleading puppy eyes, begging for more kisses, and maybe even more...leon was only human. one with a weak resolve at that. "well we're not continuing this out here," he says lowly and sighs, “you poor thing.”

it wasn't long before leon was carrying you in his big arms, heading straight for your bedroom, grateful no one had noticed both of your disappearances…yet.

[star-mum]

I'm so fucking happy about this, you don't GET IT (thank you for the tag my love <33)

"Lila Stilinski" cute cute cute cute

"a bloody, messy affair that made him faint" Stiles, who very knowingly passes out at gory scenes INSISTS to be with you in the delivery room with you the whole time

"Stiles had lost your baby" KSKSKSKKS OKAY! NO PANICKING (is panicking) JUST CALL UNCLE SCOTT !! OR ISAAC !! SHIT EVEN UNCLE DEREK WOULD HELP RN !!!! (im sure uncle Isaac is the Best Bet cause he'd keep his fucking mouth shut) (scott can't lie for shit and Derek would use it as leverage, Im sure of it)

"big beautiful forehead" babies with BIG ASS OUTDOOR HEADS are everything to me <33 sorry for the poor soul who had to push that Absolute Unit out tho

"she had been 'signed out already" OKAY ! OKAY ! WHO ELSE WOULD BE ALLOWED TO PICK UP THE BABY ???? family ? maybe Sheriff Stilinski forgot to let his son know ?? Or maybe auntie Lydia wanted to have a little Girls Day and just didn't tell Stiles ???? LILA IS FINE OBVIOUSLY BUT WHO WOULD DO THIS TO STILES ???? SKKSKSSK

"What?" The Sheriff shrugged" an unbothered king ! sksksks he's like "... Stiles I pick Lila up every Thursday ???" "yeah ! and today is fri-

... oh"

"I got bored on my lunch break, and I wanted to see my baby, so what?" HE'D SOOOO BE THE "GRANDPARENT THAT SPOILS KID ROTTEN" LIKE NO RULES !!! WHAT LILA WANTS SHE GETS !! He already did the responsible grown up thing and look where that got him, this is his right

"he had done the same thing for Stiles when he first came home from the hospital" CAUSE THAT'S A FATHER !!! A DAD !!! CAPITAL EVERYTHING!!!!

"Besides, it's not kidnapping if I'm the Sheriff." KSLSLALLAKS CORRUPTION !!!!

"six months since baby Leon" Leon Lahey 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"tears still running down his chubby cheeks" reason 135 of why I shouldn't have kids: I COULD NOT JUST WATCH MY BABY CRY KNOWING THERES VERY LITTLE I COULD DO TO FIX THINGS !!!!!

OH MY GOD !!! WEREWOLF THINGY !!! ISAAC !!! DO THE THINGY !!! TAKE LEON'S PAIN AWAY !!!!

"alerting him to the presence of Boyd entering the apartment" I actually let out a little scream, BOOOOOYD !!!! I LOVE HIM !!! YESSS UNCLE BOYD !!! TO THE RESCUE !!!

"It's not like it's a hobby or something" KSLSLS he's so snarky

"where Isaac had convinced him to sit and read a book until Leon had settled to sleep" 🥺🥺🥺🥺 it does take a village (or a whole pack of dumbass wolves)

"Stop touching me." Derek said, muffled against Isaac's hand" hey can we turn Teen Wolf into a Baby Daddy like sitcom ???? there's still time !!!!

"with bright red hair" if her banshee dna is capable of IMPREGNATING her girlfriend !!! then the red head genes can be dominant, idc idc

"Luna Harmony Martin" I KNEW THE NAME WAS GONNA BE CUNTY!!!!! YEEEESSSS !!!!! also !! are all the names starting with an L for a specific reason or was this just a very cute coincidence 🥺 (my name starts with an L 🥺)

"no clowns" REAL !!! ALSO we don't need a sweaty middle aged man in pancake makeup for our daughters bday (think that's okay) (very respectfully to the clown business)

"picking out cute little dresses for the birthday girl to wear" she's such a Girl Mom, I love it here 💖💖💖💖

"and when it came to spoiling the baby, they were even worse" loooove rich grandparents

"And hello to you, Mama" im screaming, im crying and I'm throwing up PLEAAAAASSSEEEE I WANT HEEEEEERRRR !!!!

"Then she'll get one." REAL REAL REAL REAL

"she was the most important little girl in the world" and she is <33 not just to Lydia, she just is the most special little princess in the whole entire world

"Derek was annoyed - not with his son, with you" what the fuck did i do ?!?!?!!?!? besides YOU KNOW make YOUR son with my OWN BODY AND CARRY FOR 9 MONTHS !!!!!

"about how co-sleeping was 'dangerous'" SKSKSKKSKS he is the most DUMB LITTLE SAD PUPPY OF A DAD !!!! like the kind of parent that cries more than the kid when they get vaccinated, OOHH WHEN HE GOES TO PRESCHOOL DEREK WILL BE IN HELL !!!!!

"You had made Derek feel like some criminal" KSKSKS i love him so very much, he's so stupid and silly <33

"the incredibly small baby perched in the middle of his bare chest, so tiny against Derek's large, muscled frame" little Lex (to keep the L names tradition) could use a sibling 🥺

"in the haze of sleep, he could roll over and crush the baby" yeeeahh that's probably not good is it

"What - are you gonna take him from me?" IM NOT SENDING HIM TO MILITARY SCHOOL !!! WHAT A DRAMA QUEEENN

"Do you honestly think that I would hurt my son?" 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"been sleeping with only half your brain, like a shark" sharks do what now? is it so they keep swimming forward ??? even asleep ??? do they actually do that ????

"When you woke up the next morning, the crib was smashed to pieces" boy- that cOST US MONEY !!!!

OH MY GOD !!!! Reader getting Derek one of those kangaroo baby things !!! Alex is on it CONSTANTLY they're almost never apart (and it's so fucking cute)

would you be willing to do a follow up to the teen wolf pregnancy hcs? something with the characters interacting with their kid - can be as a baby or older - just them being parents and adjusting to being young parents.

i love your writing 💗💗💗

Fyi, I was not even planning on working on requests tonight, but this caught my attention so much and gave me such a good idea that I had to do it. I decided to do it with the same characters from the first part, but if you want to see this prompt with other characters, then I would do the 'how they react to finding out that you're pregnant' part first with different characters

My requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN, but please read my Rules before sending in a request.

Part One - How would they react to finding out that you're pregnant with their baby?

How would the pack act as parents?

Included: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale.

Warnings: fem reader - uses she/her pronouns and has the ability to get pregnant (she is the one who gave birth to the baby, as in the previous part); Stiles's part is extremely self indulgent and something I have been thinking about since I wrote the last part so bear with me; mentions of breastfeeding, giving birth, teething, and other parenting/baby topics; the baby is a different age and has a different name in each section just for funsies; mention of Lydia and reader's baby having red hair - but I did this to drive home the baby's genetic relation to Lydia and I don't think it has to specify the reader's race (someone with darker skin can still have naturally red hair); Lydia calls the reader 'Mama'; mention of the reader being a werewolf in Derek's part because there is a weird continuity in these reactions (and I should write a full fic about Derek and this reader character cause I am slowly becoming addicted to their story, ngl); I believe that's finally it.

Stiles was panicking. He was officially the worst parent ever - everything his dad said was right. He wasn't ready for this, nobody should be a teen parent, he was a failure. God, his whole life was crumbling around him...

You were out of town because your sister was getting married. You had been incredibly hesitant to leave the baby - sweet, adorable, nine-month-old Lila Stilinski - but Stiles had insisted that you go on a weekend getaway to your sister's bachelorette party. You deserved it. You had spent nine whole months growing his baby and then you had given birth to her (a bloody, messy affair that made him faint - to nobody's surprise), and you had spent the last nine months nursing her and getting your degree from home after you had fought through your pregnancy taking double courses to graduate high school early. You were a gem, a beautiful, shining gem of a woman and a mother, and somehow - while you were off getting your much needed rest and having fun - Stiles had lost your baby.

His baby - his baby that he loved very, very much.

He had woken up that morning, late, having forgotten to set the alarm, and rushed around the apartment like a chicken with his head cut off rushing to get Lila ready for day care and himself ready for school, and he dropped her off as usual, with a smile and kiss on her big beautiful forehead. And when he went to pick her up that afternoon - she was gone. The day care worker couldn't give him any other news than the fact that she had been 'signed out already', and it left Stiles panicking, thinking about that cult that sacrifices babies every single day.

In his rush that morning, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so he couldn't get his dad on the line - and he was currently running at top, lung-crushing speed toward the police station, running past the deputy on duty at the front desk, who simply shrugged and buzzed him in when she saw his bright red face and his clear desperation.

"Dad, D-dad, you have to-!" He was going to ask his father to put out an amber alert, to call every single one of his deputies back to get them looking, but when his father turned around - that sweet girl with the bright purple bow in her hair was in his arms.

Then, Stiles shifted on a dime from panic to anger.

"Dad, what the hell?" He barked out, struggling to sound as pissed off as he was while still trying to catch his breath.

"What?" The Sheriff shrugged, kissing his granddaughter on the forehead before cooing brightly at her, smiling at her with all the brightness in the world, paying Stiles absolutely no mind.

"You took her out of day care without telling me first?" Stiles gaped, absolutely angered that his father had let him believe for even a moment that his girl was missing.

He knew it was a cruel irony - a blunt kind of karma. All the times he had come home late, all the nights he had snuck out believing that his dad was simply being too hard on him for giving him such an early curfew. Now, in a single crashing moment, he instantly understood why his father had worried so much - why he was so angry every single time Stiles was out of his sight, especially when there was danger around.

"Your phone was off." Noah shrugged, rocking Lila back and forth in his arms, giving her another kiss on the forehead as he began to hum the tune of a lullaby under his breath. "I got bored on my lunch break, and I wanted to see my baby, so what?"

It was the usual for him - any time he was within ten feet of her, she didn't have a moment in your arms or Stiles's. On the day she had been born, he had brought a giant gift basket to the hospital, grumbling under his breath about how he still thought it was 'irresponsible' of Stiles, but demanding to see 'his baby'.

He had burst into tears upon seeing Lila for the first time, and was deeply aggressive about who was allowed to visit and for how long. When she came home, he stood watch over her crib with his gun in hand for multiple days before he finally gave up and went to sleep (and according to you, he admitted quietly that he had done the same thing for Stiles when he first came home from the hospital).

"My phone died." Stiles stressed. "You could have left a note for me at the school or something. You gave me a freakin' heart attack."

"Be more responsible and charge it next time." The Sheriff grinned at him.

"Just - don't kidnap my daughter again!" Stiles snapped. "She is my daughter-" He argued, taking a possessive, protective stance.

"Yeah, well I made you, so I have certain rights when it comes to this little sweet girl." His father said, trailing off into a cooing baby voice as he began fawning over Lila once again. Stiles rolled his eyes. "Besides, ever since the three of you moved out, I hardly get to see my babygirl anymore."

Stiles felt a twinge of guilt at this, but wanted to argue. The three of you needed your own space, and you had moved into an apartment that was less than twenty minutes away from his father's house. He still saw Lila at least once every single day of the week, unless he was busy working.

"Dad-"

"Besides, it's not kidnapping if I'm the Sheriff."

"It is so kidnapping! It's kidnapping if I report you."

"Is it still considered an abortion if I terminate you now?" His father glared at him.

Stiles let out a huff.

Isaac was tired. He knew that being a parent was going to be tiring, but in the six months since baby Leon had been born, this was his first full night alone with his son. His son who was teething, crying incredibly loudly, and in pain because of his little teeth coming in. He wasn't nearly as upset about the fact that he hadn't slept as he was about the fact that his son was in pain and he could do little about it.

He had considered calling you a few times throughout the night when Leon was letting out particularly harrowing cries and Isaac was on the verge of tears himself (especially considering with his heightened werewolf senses, the pain of those cries seemed to pierce through him even more) - but he had agreed to take care of Leon by himself to get him out of the house that you and your mother shared because you had been studying for the SATs and you needed sleep the night before your big exam. So as much as it pained him, he endured alone and ended up crying with his son while he sucked on a frozen teething toy with tears still running down his chubby cheeks.

The sun had come up a while ago and Leon had just fallen asleep, his portable crib set up in the middle of the loft so that Isaac could watch over him - his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot red as he stood at the counter, chugging down a cup of black coffee, trying his hardest to stay away until after your exam was over so that you could take Leon and he could have a nap.

He was not at all pleased when the door creaked open, seeming like the loudest thing ever - alerting him to the presence of Boyd entering the apartment.

"Hey, man-" Boyd greeted him in a usual bright tone, and Isaac cut him off with an abrupt hush. He put a finger to his lips and then motioned to the crib, and Boyd peeked over, nodding once he saw the baby. "You're on Daddy duty again?"

"It's not like it's a hobby or something," Isaac told him tiredly in a hushed tone. "I am a father now." Even with the tense whispering and the tired droop of his shoulders, there was a certain sense of pride in the way he said this.

"Well you-"

Isaac shushed him again, as Boyd speaking in his usual tone was far too loud for Isaac's liking.

"You know, he's gonna have to get adjusted to noise sooner or later." Derek piped up from his place on the couch, where Isaac had convinced him to sit and read a book until Leon had settled to sleep.

"Shh!" Isaac tried to hush Derek into silence, but he glared at Isaac and kept talking at his usual volume.

"Babies born into pack families are brought up co-sleeping, so they sleep through the noise of a dozen family members-"

Isaac crossed the room and put a hand against Derek's mouth, forcing him quiet this time.

"I don't care." Isaac insisted. "Nobody is going to wake up my son now that he is asleep."

"Stop touching me." Derek said, muffled against Isaac's hand.

Isaac backed off, and before Derek could speak up again, Leon woke with a high pitched wail.

"You guys have fun with that." Boyd said, taking this as his queue to leave.

Lydia was overjoyed. Telling her parents about everything had been nothing short of a confusing nightmare, and after a lot of convincing from Melissa and Noah and a lot of questions without a lot of answers, they had both still been sceptical right up until you had given birth.

The moment they had laid eyes on a sweet newborn baby girl with bright red hair - they were convinced that against all odds, you and Lydia had made a baby together.

That was an entire year ago - and now, Lydia was having the utter pleasure of planning her beautiful Luna Harmony Martin's first birthday party. She was so perfectly in her element - picking out decorations, designing an utterly epic and fabulous birthday cake (including a separate, smaller smash cake that only her daughter would get to touch, because it was only the best for Luna), planning entertainment - a professional princess performer and some magicians (no clowns - Luna didn't need those kind of memories implanted in her psyche this early on), and the best part: picking out cute little dresses for the birthday girl to wear.

Much like her mother, she was a fashion icon, and she would likely need multiple outfit changes for her party - not just with the fact that she would get covered in cake or her own spit-up, but because a proper birthday girl should always be photographed in more than one ensemble.

You weren't surprised when Lydia came home with two large armfuls of shopping bags. You wanted to protest, to tell her that a one-year-old didn't need that many clothes that she wasn't even going to wear, but you knew that Lydia's parents weren't going to take away her credit card anytime soon (and when it came to spoiling the baby, they were even worse) and you also knew that this was one of her ways of showing your daughter love.

So when she came to sit on the cushy foam playmat with you and Luna, dropping the many shopping bags on the cough behind the two of you, you simply let it happen.

"Hello my sweet girl," Lydia said, greeting your daughter in a sweet voice as she kissed her chubby cheeks and pulled her into her lap. "And hello to you, Mama."

Mama. The nickname still made your stomach churn with heat - something that Lydia had gotten into calling you more lately after some rant about how Luna's 'speech centre' was 'rapidly developing' and she wanted to influence what the baby would call you.

You couldn't help but to grin as you kissed her too.

"I see you've been shopping." You said, motioning toward the bags.

"A bit." Lydia shrugged. "After I booked the carousel-"

"A carousel?" You questioned. "Lydia, she's a year old. She can't even ride carnival rides - she's not even going to remember any of this."

"It's for the photos. Obviously." Lydia sighed in return, rolling her eyes at you. "The theme of the party is Cotton Candy Princess, what kind of idiot would I be if I didn't include at least one classic carnival ride in my photos?"

"At this rate, she's gonna want a golden pony by the time she's five."

"Then she'll get one." Lydia cooed at Luna, kissing her cheeks again, smearing pink lipstick on her.

You couldn't help but to smile - you knew that this was Lydia's way of showing your daughter that to her, she was the most important little girl in the world.

Derek was annoyed - not with his son, with you.

Since the moment he had found out that you were pregnant, Derek loved his son more than anything in the world. He loved you just as much, he had right from the moment he had slashed Peter's throat and then turned you where you were dying, bleeding out, and used his newfound Alpha powers to turn you in order to save your life. Because that was the moment he knew he would risk anything and everything in order to keep you alive.

He loved you very much, but he was still annoyed with you.

You were determined not to let Derek sleep with his son - a tradition as old as pack life itself, now being marred by you shoving articles in Derek's face about how co-sleeping was 'dangerous' and how the baby should have his own crib. A baby of only three months old should not be damned to isolation. It made Derek's heart ache just thinking about it. He was used to the comfort of your body - he was used to the sync of your heartbeat, the sound of his voice and Derek's constantly nearby. He shouldn't be off in the corner by himself. You had made Derek feel like some criminal, sneaking out of bed at one in the morning to pluck his son out of that damned crib in order to spend some time with him.

And now, Alexander was sleeping peacefully on his bare chest, skin to skin as nature intended, feeling the peace of his father's heartbeat as Derek dozed into a gentle sleep himself on the sofa himself. He was - until he heard the distinct squeak of the bed springs on your side, a distinct huff from you as you got out of bed.

"Derek," You sighed when you saw what he had done, crossing your arms over your chest - it was an entirely appealing sight; the incredibly small baby perched in the middle of his bare chest, so tiny against Derek's large, muscled frame. But it did make you worry - Alexander wasn't secured in any way - he could fall, he could roll off. Even though Derek was an incredibly capable, loving parent, even in the haze of sleep, he could roll over and crush the baby.

It scared you.

"What - are you gonna take him from me?" He glared at you, deep betrayal in his voice. It was clear that the only thing keeping him from raising his voice further was the restraint not to yell so close to the baby's ear. "Do you honestly think that I would hurt my son?"

You held back tears, hating how much the insinuation clearly pained Derek.

"Never." You told him, your own tears choking your throat. "Derek, I know that you would never hurt him intentionally. But-"

"Exactly." He replied, cutting you off. "And there is nothing that will harm him. I am not going to let it happen."

You sighed, putting a hand to your forehead in frustration.

Derek shook his head, sitting up, putting a hand against Alexander's diapered bum to support him - able to hold nearly the entirety of his tiny body with one hand.

"Didn't you notice that all of those articles you read are written by humans?" He pointed out. "This is something that my family has done for generations. Our senses are honed for stuff like this. The moment that a baby is born, we sleep differently. Haven't you noticed?"

You had noticed - you felt like you had been sleeping with only half your brain, like a shark. You thought it was something your mother had warned you about, how you would never get a full night's rest again after having a baby. But it felt different. You did wake up rested, but you didn't dream anymore. You felt conscious nearly the entire time you were asleep - hyper aware of everything, your body responsive to every single coo, every little noise the baby made. You became hyper aware of the rhythm of his heartbeat while you slept, often using it as a white noise machine while you laid there.

"Yeah." You admitted - Derek gave you a subtle smug grin, and nodded.

"I'm not going to hurt him, not even by accident - because I can't." Derek told you firmly. "I will wake up the minute he cries, and I won't shift in my sleep. And this is healthy for us. Our heartbeats will sync up and this will help him sleep better. Please, just trust me on this."

Derek rarely pleaded with you about things, rather than outright telling you - so you knew that this mattered to him greatly.

"Yes. I trust you." You told him. "Come back to bed?" You posed. "All of us in the same bed."

He smiled, and leaned in to kiss you before he got up off the couch, bringing your son with him.

(When you woke up the next morning, the crib was smashed to pieces, and Derek - who was in the kitchen making breakfast with Alexander still pressed to one shoulder - claimed that he had no idea how it happened.)

...

Teen Wolf Masterlist

[fruggo]

Hi hi can I req Danny, Leon and Steve with a male s/o who's a real goofy guy? Cracks jokes during chases, just can't take things too seriously, laid back and chill guy who prioritizes having fun

absolutely, thanks for requesting!! :D this is cute haha. i hope you like it!

danny, leon, and steve with goofy m!s/o

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny would consider himself a pretty fun guy, though perhaps his idea of fun would not be the same as a normal person's. so i wouldn't take his word for it if i were you.

honestly? he thinks you're the shit. he genuinely likes your bad dad jokes great puns, will banter back and forth with you, and he might even give you the hatch instead of a mori. although he would love to have your picture, it can wait until the next trial. or the next if he still doesn't feel like it. who knows?

he likes that you're not too serious about everything. since danny is the entity's golden boy, he never has to worry about anything! he likes it here! and it's cool that someone else has a similar mindset about things. although he might have misunderstood "making the best of the situation and just being a goofy person" for "liking it here". you never really clarified which one it was, and why should he ask?

when danny finds out that you act basically the same way with all the killers, cracking jokes and laughing things off in chases, he gets all pouty. he thought he was special. well, looks like you're getting that mori now.

he still likes you though, and he gives you even more special attention now in the form of tunneling and camping! he means well <3 (no he doesn't he is a little bitch and a loser)

but then he hears stories from the other killers about you, and is pleased to find that you are significantly more fun with him, and, dare i say, flirty!

but he still wants to tunnel and camp you.

when you realize what he's doing, you don't get mad about it. what's the point? in fact you think it's really funny.

the first time danny proximity-camped you, you found it rewarding to just talk and talk and talk until he finally talked back. it took a while, but he did finally respond.

you would just say dumb shit, and then you would say more dumb shit, and then it got annoying and danny had to tell you to shut up. and then you would just dramatically whisper something like "okay, pissbaby."

and danny thought maybe he should be angry with you, but he just wasn't. he couldn't be mad at you, because even if he was, you wouldn't care. you weren't scared of him.

so when he finally left and you got unhooked, he tunneled you obviously. it makes sense, okay?

"wow, am i that handsome and gorgeous and attractive?" you monologued while smashing a pallet onto danny's head. "i'm really just so irresistible that you want to tunnel me? honestly, danny, i'm flattered. i'm touched."

danny couldn't remember since when you were on a first name basis, but he let it slide. just because maybe he thinks you are that handsome and gorgeous and attractive.

dude danny is kinda fucked up but like. he's funny. and charming. and he also let you take off his mask once, and so now you know he's also hot. he has a few things going for him as long as you ignore the part where he chases you with a knife.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon, our favorite rookie :D he's so cute!!! sorry im gushing i just cant resist i love him !!

and you love him too, so much. that's why you accidentally distract him during trials by goofing off and almost getting him killed

it's out of love. leon knows that. you don't really mean to.

while leon's doing a generator, you are probably somewhere nearby trying to find something even remotely interesting to do. and that might involve climbing a tree, then falling out of the tree. but it wasnt your fault! you swore the crows were attacking you, they didn't want you up in that tree because they knew you were just so cool up there and the Entity couldn't have somebody being better and hotter and funnier than itself so high in the sky.

leon could only smile and shake his head, inspecting you for the wounds you inevitably had. when you said you were fine, he was very skeptical, because your version of fine was never the same as his.

the killer knew where you were now because of your very loud "FUCK!" as the crows supposedly attacked you and forced you out of the tree, so you immediately put on your game face and got ready to command some attention.

leon said no, you were not in the right headspace to get chased. you only shrugged at him, slapped his ass, and ran towards the killer yelling, "HEY YOU WANNA HEAR AN AGGIE JOKE?"

leon was used to this by now, and he found it rather endearing. you were an enigma to him, really. how you could be so laid back about this whole murder-die-sacrifice thing was beyond him, but it was refreshing. he liked your enthusiasm.

since he had just come from raccoon city, he was still in his "i have to do the right thing and save everybody because it's my duty" kind of mood. you made sure to lighten up that burden and remind him that it's okay to chill sometimes, and he can't save everybody, especially not here. if you were in a particularly bad trial, you always made sure to get him to crack a smile.

likewise, leon wasn't always too jazzed about your "funny guy gets killed so the team can live" complex. he knew you didn't care, or at least you said you didn't, but he still hated that you constantly sacrificed yourself and acted like it was no big deal. to him, it was. he hated going back to the campfire alone and waiting forever for you to show up again; he cared about you and it hurt to see you sacrifice yourself so much even if he knew you would return.

leon didn't have a stick up his ass or anything--he had his fair share of humorous moments (i mean have you seen infinite darkness ashdjshdf that man just wants love and food). he just wants to save everybody, you included. it's frustrating to come to terms with the fact that he can't.

he loves it when he can hear you yelling at the killer mid-chase from afar, be it a pun or a swear or both. you've even influenced him to crack his own jokes while being chased sometimes--it comes out more often if he's being tunneled. if you ever happened to see him do it, you would wipe a fake tear from your face and start clapping. you were very proud of your rookie.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

the killers hated you and steve, and i mean like despised you

you were so chill. and for what???? why do you have chill???? nobody else has chill, what makes you think you deserve to have chill????

they could never make you angry and that made them super angry

you and steve would quip back and forth between chases, sometimes going so far as to pretend the killer is not there and talk about something like what kind of cheese you missed eating the most. let me tell you, that did not make the trickster happy.

he was a star!! a star, and here you two little shits were, ignoring him to talk about cheese. honestly, the audacity.

you and steve ran to the killer shack with the trickster on your heels, still talking about cheese. how the conversation had gone on this long was a mystery, and it continued to be a mystery while the two of you shared a chase in the shack.

steve was very happy to have found someone to share his sentiments with. everybody was so serious all the time, and while he was similar to leon with his altruistic streaks, he was slightly less responsible and occasionally enjoyed doing dumb stunts just for shits and giggles.

you can bet that whenever you are in a trial together, it's a competition to see who can hold the killer's attention longer. your teammates don't mind--all they have to do is complete gens, so their job is fairly easy. and it's always entertaining to catch sight of one of you sprinting with a new flashlight in your hand to go annoy the crap out of the killer.

there's no question that steve would die for you a hundred times over, and you would do the same for him. you didn't see it as a very big deal--you didn't see anything here as a very big deal. steve was the only important thing you had, really, and you cared for him a lot. saving him? kapeesh. no sweat.

scenario: steve is being chased, you throw yourself in front of him, the killer has noed, you are hooked, you give him a thumbs up as you die, he flips you off because why the fuck would you die for him what is wrong with you he's supposed to die for you and you know that?? why would you do that???? great, now steve gets to escape and it's all your fault.

you would simply smile. he was so cute sometimes.

[redweve]

WAYV as supernatural creatures

i can’t be stopped and after this i will disappear again LOL the hiatus will most likely live anyways~

i like halloween so now we’re here ig, read a nct dream halloween series that made me cry at midnight because it was so scary and then i wanted to join in so—

Qian Kun

🐻 a werewolf, i don’t take criticisms

🐻 probably an alpha lets be honest and his ragtag group of random creatures is his family </3 he hates being their dad like 😩😩

🐻 can be kind of scary and really overprotective because!! no one hurts his family or his person!!

🐻 is the size of a small horse (not a pony although yangyang says kun looks like a pony and kun gets so mad), and he’s this dark brown colour:’) he’s so soft you kinda just wanna run your fingers through his fur at all times

🐻 so you do, and giant wolf boy falls asleep in your lap</3 (give kun a nap pls sm)

🐻 at the full moon he’s as far from you as possible, he can’t risk hurting you :(

Ten Lee

🐱 y’all know he’s gotta be a demon cat like y’all-

🐱 it’s confusing i know let me explain, he’s actually a demon who takes the form of a cat to torment people who takes him in

🐱 but he can’t torment you ;-; you gave him special food you bought specifically for him, and you even got him a lil bed like no he loves you he’s your protector now

🐱 other demons (especially yangyang but he only pranks you) target you for pranks or to harm you but ten is having NONE of that thank you very much

🐱 is a lil tan kitty with black marks on his forehead like leon i’m sad </3

🐱 he can’t bring himself to reveal who he actually is yet but you find out randomly because you came home early and your cat turned into a human in front of you :o

WinWin

🐥 a vampire, and like he’s the type of vampire who is hyper aware of everything and super sarcastic about how long his life has been

🐥 isn’t a fan of blood, would rather eat regular human food but he’s kinda got no choice and it annoys him

🐥 he was at a party he didn’t want to be at when he saw you and his mind was occupied from then on like you really live rent free in this vampire’s head

🐥 dude likes to show up and scare people who are mean to you with his fangs

🐥 safe to say that creepy guy on the street? does not approach you anymore

🐥 he doesn’t tell you about being a vampire until kinda late and you’re like ‘okay??’

🐥 he’s confused but it’s fine he’s glad you’re okay with it cause he doesn’t want to lose you at all 🥺

Wong Lucas

🐶 a shapeshifter, doesn’t have a particular form he takes and it’s often just something that interests him

🐶 doesn’t like to be scary creatures but if someone is being mean to you please look away he’s now a very large predator

🐶 he only wants you to see him as cute so-

🐶 tbh a softie in human form and a softie in animal form

🐶 he knows he’s good looking and intimidating though so he uses that to his advantage :p

🐶 he’s very overprotective and likes to curl up around you when he’s in animal form<33

Xiaojun

🐉 a siren, because i’m sorry his voice??? beautiful *chefs kiss*

🐉 he almost drowned you and then he saw you and was like ‘never mind!!!’

🐉 he doesn’t like to sing for you at all, but that makes you sad cause you heard his voice once and labskajs you’re in love (aren’t we all??)

🐉 he does occasionally when you beg!!! but stops when it gets dangerous cause cant have his person in danger!!

🐉 big softie but won’t stop singing for others when you aren’t around cause he’s still a siren and others have to hear him :o

🐉 is slightly more aggressive as a siren, especially towards people that hurt you :3

Wong Hendery

🐴 a ghost, but like a new ghost so he’s cool still!! at least he thinks anyway

🐴 he doesn’t talk about how he died and nobody pushes it

🐴 he just likes you a whole lot and likes playing video games with you, he thinks it’s cool to have a gaming buddy<//3

🐴 he’s also a good listener when you’re struggling with life, and he definitely does not recommend death it is not his favourite

🐴 is happy to be by your side and make you laugh that’s enough for him<//3

🐴 he doesn’t like being scary at all it’s his least favourite thing to do

🐴 where do i find a Hendery ???

Liu Yangyang

🐏 an imp, but he mostly likes annoying kun and ten :•

🐏 is busy annoying random people on the street one day when BAM you appear

🐏 he’s awestruck like,,, a being like you exists??? you’re so beautiful pls he’s dying inside

🐏 must get to know you at once!! but the only way he knows how to do that is with pranks:(

🐏 he finds out what ticks you off very fast and tries to do the opposite but ends up failing miserably because he does not know how to properly communicate

🐏 ends up promising ten not to prank him for ten years so that he can get tips on how to talk to you!!

🐏 he’s trying but he does have to take his pranking needs on someone and kun is having a REALLY bad week now

[hohoz]

How RE Village (8) SOLVED almost every problem that I had with RE Series

Okay - a few weeks ago I made a post that was “The ones that suffer the most” where I showed and explained my main problems with Chris and Jill and the RE series in general 

RE 1 is my fav game of this series and probably one of my all time favs, I player every RE there is to be played except 4 (because I dislike Leon, sry) 

Recently, specially after 4, the franchise had a few problems, specially in writing/map design/lore 

Resident evil 5 for example (I love this game) but it has it flaws, Chris there is only driven by anger and action - Sheva is used as a tool for lore exposition and to be Chris’s new partner 

PLEASE: be aware that game at that generation didn’t have much lore - with some exceptions, like God of War 1 2 3 were a simply game with a simple lore, and the most recent GoW has evolved a little bit in the storytelling

Until we hit rock bottom in RE6 - I know a lot of people like this game, but this is only and action game, bad writing and generic stages. 

Chris there is so mistreated that makes me mad (if you want to read more about this go to my other post “the ones that suffer the most”)

Until RE7 appeared, Capcom had a new engine and they wanted to do a game that was more horror like - since RE is know for being a Survival horror game.

I liked 7 - some people complained about Ethan being without emotion and others complained about the mold, a few didn’t like the FEAR vibes from Eveline. 

I personally enjoyed the game, I thought RE series was going back on track, that game has it’s problems but it was really nice compared to what we had in 6.

After that game I had a conversation with my best friend and I said that I wanted a game that portrayed Umbrella’s fall since the only game that shows this is Umbrellas Chronicles (and that is most a resume of what happened)

And I said: “Bro, I wish that when they made that game, they could tie some mythological lore and human evolution before Umbrella - using Spencer, this would solve LOT OF STUFF and open new ways to handle this series”

and guess what - this happened in RE8 and kudos to the one writer that did that, i have my gratitude. 

RESIDENT EVIL 8 is probably one of the BEST RE games that we had IN YEARS

And I want to address all thing that I loved in this game and do some predictions to what will happen in the next games.

“WELL WELL IF IT ISN’T ETHAN WINTERS” (The Father of the year)

My father was not a great guy... really, so I want to be the best dad ever, I really want be like Ethan - a guy who is ready to sacrifice and fight every monster in the way to save my family. 

Ethan was a character that in RE7 was used to make us fell like that it was us in the Baker’s house, so that is why he didn’t had that much personality (in my opinion) but they changed that in RE8, here he has nice dialogues AND a diary 

He has one of the best story line in the whole REverse, a guy that did EVERYTHING in his power to save his daughter - and you saw that playing the game, every sentence line that he delivered, he tried to save others too and even tho Chris said to him stay put ... but he couldn’t, he had to go to the altar, he had to help Chris, he had to go forward and keep going, specially after having the tools to face Heisenberg. 

The plea from a father, that was his last wish, after he heard that Mia was alive he knew that someone had to stop that monster, he made a promise to his daughter “Daddy won’t let those weird fairy tale monsters get you” so he trusted Chris, to be the one that teaches his kid how to be brave and strong

I will not address Chris and Rose situation here because this is Ethans part and he deserves completely all the spotlight, his sacrifice was 100x times better than Steve (CV)/Piers(6)

My cheers to Ethan Winters - You have my respect !

Revelations -> RE8 

So leaks from earlier times said that RE8 sucked and Revelations 3 was amazing

Revelations FYI is know for using old tales in RE stories 

Revelations 1 - Dante’s Inferno 

Revelations 2 - Frans Kafka 

Revelations 3 - Dracula 

But since RE8 sucked, Capcom said to the REV3 team that they could make REV3 become RE8 and they accepted 

Revelations series is one of the best in the games, they handle Jill in a way that I love, Claire and even Barry - so they deserve all the spotlight for making this awesome game - you CLEARLY can see that they love this series and that they treat all the characters with the love that they deserve. 

Keeping that in mind, they are the same team that made Rev 2 and in REV 2 we have this file here 

So they had a plan for Jill and we can see that in RE8 - I will address that later but keep that in mind - this team cares for the old characters, they were the ones that brought Barry back to the games :V 

Chris Redfield 

This is a hard one, because he is my fav character and I usually have the most critics regard him, since I’ve expect a lot from Capcom 

In the latest games they made him kind dumb, only muscles type of guy and an alcoholic that let all the people in his surroundings die (RE5,RE6,Vendetta) 

RE6 treats him the WORST

But in RE8 he had an amazing part in the storyline, it was obvious that he wasn’t evil and they FIXED HIS EYE COLOR - FINALLY 

I still don’t like the model face that much but it’s way better than 7 - so I believe Capcom, I still feel that he need more jawline 

But let’s go to the most important thing - here he really feels like a squad leader and a veteran, he has his team but he is the one in the front line, he covers and ask for help when he needs, everything about his line delivery makes you feel like “Woah, this guy is a badass, he is not some stupid guy only driven by emotions”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FINALLY GETTING THIS RIGHT 

If you remember my post about the ones that suffer the most / Jill is also in that list and I will talk about her a little bit later but if my guess is right RE8 saved her character aswell

Another thing that I enjoyed here is the fact that he is kind of a mercenary / Neo Umbrella kind of guy, even tho he is one of the founders of the BSAA

So I will give you all my score to this game: 

9/10

I won’t give 10/10 because of some technical issues, the cursor lock didn’t work and mouse sensitivity was i dunno, not the best. 

RE8 and the future (PREDICTIONS)  - Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, BSAA, Neo Umbrella, Ada Wong and Rosemary

First let’s look Rose

The first time I saw Rose all grown up - I thought to myself : She has the same problem as Eveline (age a lot faster than normal) 

But she also absorbed Miranda’s power since the metalicite (something like this) thought that she was a better host. - so maybe she will live longer or something because I doubt that they will do a 14 years time skip. 

This is not the same as Terra Save logo (Claire’s job) but it kind reminds me of it - her shoes appeared at least 3 times in this cut scene so maybe they are trying to show some hints with this 

She really reminds me of Jodie (Beyond two souls, a game where a girl has a lot of power and the gov uses her in missions and stuff, but she also is learning how to be her own person) 

Another thing here is that they don’t have a logo in this car, it really reminds me the car that Chris as using in RE8 

This supports the theory that Chris’s organization is dealing with her instead of the BSAA, the she is a hot headed girl and that she had a lot of powers. 

So here you can say that she is just a kid because she is a teenager, but what if she actually grows older really fast (like Eveline) maybe this is just 1 year later / 2 yrs later. (after RE8)

So this is the tricky part, this is Chris’s guard/soldier, someone that Chris trust to stand by her side, in my mind I do believe that Chris is kind of a father figure to her, so when this guys says this he is thinking about hot head Chris but she replies “Yeah” thinking about Ethan - (she has the mold memories, so she can actually remember Ethan’s memories) 

Now let’s look at this 

BSAA 

So in REV1 is hinted that BSAA is not the best organization in the world, but since our heroes work there we think that they are the good guys right ? 

In REV 2 (it’s important to remember that the team that created RE8 is the same from the REVELATIONS and they had this file here in REV2)

This email is from Jill and what does Jill have ? T-Virus 

Wesker is a different case since he was a project and she had the vaccine but this would make a lot of sense if they had this tests with Jill to get the T-Virus

If that is the case, they explained Jill’s absence in the main games, could even explain why Chris left BSAA and opened a new window to a lot of possibilities 

My Predictions: 

- Chris had trouble dealing with BSAA and Jill’s case, he wanted to get her out of there, maybe he removed her from there but that resulted in him being expelled from the force

-Jill may or may not know what they are doing with her blood, but she will have a huge part in the BOW used by BSAA 

-Chris is married to Jill (sorry- I had to place this here, in a perfect world he has two kids with her and they all love aunt Rose) 

-Chris will hopefully be a father figure to Rose and they will be in a game together since in the end they came to get her

-Rebecca is still involved in BSAA activities (leak from new REV3) if you consider Vendetta canon, she maybe the one that used Jill’s sample of blood to create the virus soldiers

-Barry maybe retired 

-I don’t think Leon will be in this game, but he will get his RE4 Rmk 

- I do believe RE9 will be release after Code veronica rmk and MAYBE they will do a game about Umbrella’s Fall (Chris and Jill in Europe against Red Queen and BOWs) 

But that is it, you can see a lot of elements from old RE games in RE8, they tried to do something really smart and the game felt amazing to play, that was something else and it’s been a while since a player a RE game that made me feel that way <3

[moralesispunk]

How they tell you they love you

This ended up quite long so I do apologise!

Including: Frankie, Din, Marcus M, Javier, Whiskey, Dave, Ezra, Oberyn and Marcus P

Frankie - 

Frankie had known that he was in love with you for a while before he said anything. He had been avoiding relationships - working in the Special Ops wasn’t exactly the easiest job for maintaining one - and that’s why when he met you he tried his hardest to stop himself from falling for you, even though he knew he was. He knew it every time he looked in your eyes, or watched you smile, or heard your voice when you answered the phone. In a few weeks time he would have to go away for a couple of months for work and he would only be able to talk to you through emails whenever he got access to the computer. You had told him that you didn’t want to finish what you had just because he was going away but he couldn’t help the fears that were taking over his whole body. What if you realised you didn’t actually like him when he was away? What if you met someone who you better deserved? What if he scared you off when he came home and had to deal with the nightmares that were always worse when he got back? 

That night, as he kissed you good night and felt you fall asleep in his arms, the fears took over once again. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm his breathing but the thoughts wouldn’t stop. You stirred in his arms and he opened his eyes to look down at you and suddenly all his thoughts were silenced. He watched the way your eyebrows were furrowed and he wondered what you were dreaming about. He knew in this moment he had to tell you before he got scared again. He gently shook you awake, watching as you opened your eyes, searching until you found his. “Frankie, honey, everything okay?” you asked in your sleepy voice as your propped yourself up on your elbow to look at him. “Everything’s fine. I just- I just had to tell you something,” he said, turning so he was now fully facing you, “I love you”. He watched as a sleepy smile took over your face and how you slowly leaned in to give him a kiss. You pulled away just enough to look in his eyes, “I love you, Frankie”. He couldn’t stop the smile that took over his face as he pulled you back into his arms for you both to fall asleep knowing that he didn’t have to worry anymore.

Din - 

Din showed and said he loved in other ways a long time before he actually said those three words. It started with him helping you out, sitting with you and helping while you sorted out the compartments of the Crest to make it more organised. It then moved to taking any excuse to touch you in someway, brushing his hand over your arm as he reached by you for something or letting your hands touch as you walked next to each other. Eventually, one day in the cantina he sat his hand on your leg as you eat your food before moving his arm around your shoulder when other men leered over you.

When the Kid is taken by Moff Gideon, you are part of the team that are on the rescue mission. When travelling to Moff’s cruiser, Din is planning for any outcome. While he wanted to be sure that everything would go fine - he would get the Kid and the Clan of Three would be reunited - anything could go wrong. He watched as you took apart and cleaned your blaster, trying to distract yourself from what was about to happen. He knew he loved you. He knew that was the word for what he was feeling. It wasn’t just care, it wasn’t just friendship, it was a love that filled his whole body with warmth and a feeling of security he had never felt before. You were his home. He moved to sit next to you, slowly taking your hand in his. You looked up to him, giving his hand a squeeze, “we’re going to get him back”. He looked down at you, the confidence in your eyes making him believe wholeheartedly for the first time that you would get him back with no problem. “I love you”. He said it plainly and simply and as he squeezed your hands watched the smile that broke onto your face, “I love you, Din,” whispering his name so no one else would hear.

Marcus M - 

Marcus showed you he loved you before telling you through the trust he had for you. He trusted introducing you to Missy. He trusted letting you pick her up from school that time he was running late. He trusted letting you into his heart, the first person he let inside in years. 

You and Marcus were meant to have a day to yourselves today while Missy was over at a friends but just as you arrived at their house, Marcus got a call saying Missy’s friend was sick and they would have to cancel. Marcus had told you she had been looking forward to this all week and you could see the look of disappointment in her face. You remembered the science museum you drove by on the way here and decided to offer an idea, “why don’t we all go there today?” Missy turned to her Dad, a massive smile on her face, “can we Dad?” Marcus nods and looks at you, mouthing a thank you. You all pile into his car and drive to the museum. It’s still early enough so you get in quickly and let Missy lead the way. You all stop and read the signs, interacting with everything you can. It reminds you of the science centre you used to go to when you were younger and you can’t stop smiling as you watch Missy run from exhibit to exhibit. Missy grabs your hand to take you over to something she wants to show you and when you both walk away she doesn’t let go. The two of you walk about hand in hand as Marcus walks behind, his heart swelling with how well you both get on. The last stop is the planetarium - where Marcus watches you and Missy more than he looks up at the stars surrounding you. He knows in this moment he wants to tell you how much he loves you. On the drive home, Missy falls asleep in the back of the car and he turns to you. He reaches over and takes your hand in his, watching you turn and smile at him. Before he can stop himself he whispers an “I love you” and watches as your eyes go wide before you smile, squeezing his hand, “I love you, Marcus”.

Javier

It will take a while for Javier to find the actual words. It took long enough for him to allow himself to act on his attraction for you, knowing himself that it was more than just a physical attraction. While you understood, knowing that the only other real relationship he had in his past didn’t exactly end well, you thought by now there would maybe be a little more. He would come by your apartment after it was dark and would leave before the sun came up. He would flirt with you the same way he flirted with the other women in the office (so not to let anyone find out you were together - or as together as you were). 

This morning, he woke early as usual and began to get dressed. He tried not to wake you from your sleep, knowing you still had at least another hour before you would have to get up. The sound of dropping his keys woke you, causing you to sit up. “Javier, come back to bed. Why don’t we just go in together,” you said in your sleepy voice. “You know why,” he said, sitting at the edge of the bed. He traced up your leg and side gently, before leaning down for a kiss that you turned away from. He sighed, standing and putting his jacket on before walking out. 

Knowing that you wouldn’t get back to sleep you decided to get ready and head in to work earlier than usual. When you arrived, the sun still wasn’t fully up but the place was busy with bodies moving about quickly. Messina called you into her office, asking you to go on a simple operation to where they got a tip El Leon was. You noticed Javi wasn’t in yet and so you and Murphy went together. It was anything but simple and very quickly it went south, resulting in a shot to your shoulder. It wasn’t too bad and was quickly fixed at the closest hospital. Just as the doctor was finishing up stitches, a frantic Javi bursts into the hospital. You can see him from the other side of the hall, watching as his eyes search quickly for any sign of you. Once his eyes meet yours he lets out a breath that he didn’t realise he had been holding in and quickly made his way towards you. The doctor was just walking away as Javi reached you, taking your face in his hands. You let him check you for injuries knowing he wouldn’t stop until he had, noticing the pain that flashed across his face when he seen your shoulder. He took your face back in his hands and gave you a gentle kiss, softer than any shared between you before. “I’m sorry, for everything,” he sighed, “I have to stop being so scared... I- I love you”. You placed your hands over his, “I love you, too, Javier”.

Whiskey

You and Whiskey had been getting on well, having been on more than a few dates by now. You knew you were falling for him and felt that he was feeling the same way in the way his eyes followed you, how he smiled lazily at you in the morning or how he lingered just for a moment every time he had to leave like there was something else to be said.

However, that started to change. He started to become more distant. You worried it was something that you had done wrong, or that you had looked into his actions more than was really there. In truth, it was because Whiskey was scared. The last woman he had loved had been ripped from his life and took him years to get over. He didn’t want to feel that ever again and his job made sure anyone who was close to him was at potential risk. One night, when he was having dinner at yours, you decided to ask him about it. “What? There’s nothing wrong,” he dismissed, asking you a question about work instead. “No, there is something wrong. Tell me,” you pressed. “I- I just can’t see someone else I love be hurt. I can’t let myself get close to someone like that again be taken from me,” he sighs, too caught up in his own thoughts to realise what he really said. “Someone else you what?” you whispered. His eyes widened, realising he had said the word out loud for the first time. He stood and moved round to sit next to you, taking your hands in his. “I love you,” he said, “but I don’t want anything to happen to you and that’s why I’ve been so... distant lately”. You took his face in your hands, “I love you, and nothing is going to happen to me. I’ve got the best cowboy-agent in the world as by boyfriend”.

Dave

Dave would be among the most confident in telling you about his feelings. As soon as he knew that what he was feeling for you was love he would let the words fall out of his mouth with ease.

It would be one morning as you were making breakfast, dancing about quietly thinking he was in the shower. He watches as his shirt from the night before hangs around you, looking better on you than it did on him. He smiles as you turn the radio up, singing along a little louder when one of your favourite song comes on. “Didn’t know I was getting breakfast and a show,” he interrupts. You turn around, placing your hand on your chest, “Jesus, Dave! You almost gave me a heart attack,” you scold as he chuckles, walking towards you now. “Tell me how you look better in that shirt than I do,” he hums as he wraps his arms around your waist, placing his head on your shoulder while you carry on with breakfast. You smile, turning your head to press a kiss to his lips. He knows right now how he feels and he lets the words fall out of his mouth, “I love you”. He kisses the back of your neck gently as you turn your head to meet his lips for a kiss, “and I love you, Dave”.

Oberyn

The Prince’s Garden had become you and Oberyn’s perfect place for some peace and quiet. You could just walk around the garden, holding hands in silence or quietly talking about whatever popped into your minds.

On this particular day, the sun was out and shining, making all the flowers stand a little taller. You hadn’t been talking much, enjoying the presence of one another enough for now. Every so often, he would squeeze your hand, pulling you slightly closer to steal a kiss, before continuing around the garden. You both eventually stop, sitting by the bench where you first met. You had found a poem that day that you wanted to read to him, taking it out of the book you had been carrying around. He watched you in absolute adoration, listening to every word that rolled off your tongue with such beauty and how your voice changed slightly when you smiled at the words. When you finished, you asked him what he thought. “It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as the person who read it,” he replies, making you blush. “Oberyn, you’re too kind,” you say back, reaching for his hand to squeeze gently. “I should be kind to the person I love,” he replies. Your eyes widen and as you try to find the words he turns his body to face you completely, “I love you,” he says with a smile.

Ezra - 

Ezra would have no problem telling you he loved you the minute he knew that is what he was feeling. He watches and notices how the sun changes the colour of your eyes slightly, the way the side of your eyes crinkle a little as you squint from the bright light, your hum of contentment as it warms your skin.

He feels his love for you warm his body, running through his chest and spreading everywhere else. He takes your hand in his and tells you just that, “you warm me more than the sun, hold more beauty than the moon, carry more sparkle in your eyes than the stars. I love you, little bird, and I will shout it so the sun, moon and stars and everyone else hears what I have to say”. When you tell him that you love him too he pulls you close to his chest, promising to never let you go.

Marcus P

You have been looking forward to a night in with Marcus all week. You have both been busy with work and today is the first in a while you get to relax together so planned to get some takeout and find a film to watch at his place.

When you arrive, Marcus has the menu for your favourite takeout place sitting out on the table, telling you he was having a look to see what he wanted. You smile at the thoughtfulness, knowing you probably only mentioned it was your favourite once or twice before. When the food arrives, Marcus lets you choose the film, deciding on one you told him about the other night he had never seen before. He ends up spending more time watching you than the film, noticing when you smile or try and hide your tears. At the end of the film you turn to ask him how he enjoyed it but instead he leans in, giving you the most passionate kiss, before breaking away and breathlessly telling you he loves you. 

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

How do you think the parents of all the kids in Violetta and SL would react if they came out as gay?

Interesting question!

Ok, i'll do every other Violetta character and every other SL character.

Violetta - Germán would be surprised but also kind of relieved because she wouldn't date boys. For some reason he likes the thought of his daughter kissing girls more than boys.

Luna - Considering Monica wondered if Luna and Nina dated that one episode (they can't deny it, she legit went "You two were so secretive in your room, Luna, if something important happens in your life I would like to know"), she and Miguel probably wouldn't be surprised at all. Luna never tells them when she's dating someone, which makes them end up just having suspicions. So if she said she was gay they would probably be like "yeah, that makes sense"

Francesca - Her parents would legit be like "Ok, tell us when you get a girlfriend so we can cook a special meal for her when she comes over"

Nina - Her mom would be like "Oh it's genetic :D You should have told me sooner, hija <3" and her dad would be like "Aah, I knew there was something about you ;)"

Camila - Bold of you to assume Camila ever had to come out, her parents knew from her birth

Ámbar - I think she would try to hide it from Sharon all of her life, because she doesn't think Sharon would approve. Sharon would however know she was hiding something, because she always knows that. No matter how many excuses or lies Ámbar had, Sharon could always tell. It went so far as Sharon trying to send Rey to spy on Ámbar. However, he couldn't find out anything. It became a whole thing, and while Sharon could tell her she wasn't interested in hearing about Ámbar's life, she was super invested in finding out whatever Ámbar was hiding. She started getting suspicions when Ámbar talked to a girl and had this... special smile on her face (which girl is up for you to decide) and eventually she started to put two and two together. She literally went inside Ámbar's room one evening, and was like "I have noticed you have a close relationship with girls and I want to know how close you are" and Ámbar tried to come up with an excuse, but eventually had to admit. Sharon just said "very well" and left the room. They never discussed it again.

Ludmila - Priscila suspected it from an early age and tried to convince Ludmila to "not behave like that". Ludmila never exactly came out, but her mom knew, and didn't like it :c

Jim - Honestly I feel like her parents know her very close friendship with Yam and wouldn't say much about it.

Naty - Her parents are very supportive, though she was very nervous coming out.

Yam - Her parents are even chiller than Jim's, heck they were like "We were wondering when you would say something."

Leon - Leon's parents seem super chill so that wouldn't be a problem. Also his mom is very happy to invite every boy to his room that comes over <3

Simón - I feel like he has a very supportive and loving family, so they would attack him with hugs and kisses if he came out.

Diego - His mom? Very supportive. She loves her son no matter what. Gregorio? Would be like "Ooooohhh........." and realize his son may have gotten more traits from him than he thought.

Matteo - His mom would be ok, but I feel like his dad would be a little more awkward about it. Though, both would support him.

Maxi - I feel like his parents wouldn't react much.

Ramiro - Honestly, to come out, he would rap about it, and thus his parents would react more to his rap than the fact that he came out

Andres - I feel like his entire family is a little like him, so they would be like "Okay :D What does that mean exactly? :D"

Jazmin - She would just casually mention it to her parents and they would be like "wait, what did you say?" and she'll say it again and just leave. Her parents would just shrug and chuckle about her way of coming out

I can't come up with anyone more, so that's it for now!

[rextasywrites]

Fuck Canon 5 (a short Fix It Fic for the ending of Resident Evil Village)

i read someone's HC on here that Leon would be like an uncle to Rose too and couldn't resist....

Warnings: mentions of alcoholism, Leon being an idiot

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Kept under the ‘read more’ to avoid spoilers!! 

Over time, Rose got to know a bit of Uncle Chris and his family. There was his sister, Claire, and her husband Leon. They both met at Raccoon City during the outbreak, and from what Rose had heard about it...oh boy!

While Chris gave Rose a lot of training when it came to strength, Leon took over the guns and knives. She can remember her first time at his lesson:

Rose had entered the room Leon was waiting in for her. He took a sip from his flask, closed it and threw it into his bag. From his bag, filled with guns and knives and first aid kits,, he pulled out two pocket knives and threw one of them to Rose. “First rule in close combat. You don’t stab, you slash. It’s ways harder to fight when your guts are spilling out.”

Rose instantly liked Leon.

Despite his sometimes concerning alcohol consumption, Leon and Rose bounded very fast. For Leon, Rose felt like a little sister and he had to be the cool big brother who teaches her all the cool stuff. He taught her how to drive both cars and motorcycles, and on her 18th birthday, Claire and Leon gifted her a motorcycle. Mia was not happy about this, but thinking of all the stupid shit she did as a teenager…

A few weeks after, Leon invited Rose on a motorcycle tour through a part of the state. He needed to clear his head and Rose was a welcome addition to a fun ride. The days consisted of driving around, eating junk food at midnight at random gas stations. It was all fun and games until four days in when a terrible storm caught up with them and forced them to stay in their motel room.

“Leon?”, Rose asked into the dark room, the man dozing off on the other side of the bed they shared. Upon hearing her asking for him, Leon opened his eyes and rolled over, his gaze focused on her.

“What’s the matter, kiddo?”, he returned the question, not knowing what she wanted from him.

“Did you know my father?”

Leon shrugged at her question, “A little bit. We met twice before the events of the village and it was a shame I didn’t get to meet him more often. He was an alright guy with his heart in the right spot.”, and he thought back on those two times nearly 20 years ago. 

Chris had introduced them to one another and Leon instantly tried to flirt with Mia, earning a smack on the back of his head from Chris. But Ehan? Ethan just laughed. “I know my wife is a babe so I don’t mind, Chris. Shows that I married quite a catch!”, while Mia was blushing like a virgin.

“Can I trust you with something, Leon?”, Rose continued after Leon told her this very story, laughing as he rubbed the back of his head. He could feel the smack from Chris there!

“Sure.”, Leon said and sat up, making sure that Rose felt that Leon was giving her the attention she wanted and needed.

“You know, I am technically a bioweapon too. Chris trains me for the best, but I am still...moldy, I dare to say.”, Rose started and sat up too. “I have some powers. I could summon mold if I wanted to, just like this Eveline chick mom and Chris sometimes talk about. But there is one thing I can also do, and that’s communicate with dad.”

Leon’s eyes went wide at Rose’s confession, placing a hand on her shoulder. Of course, Rose could be a weapon of mass destruction if she wanted to be, but Rose was part of the good ones. “How? What do you mean with this?”.

“Do you remember the one time we rode in the city and I made us stop?”, Rose asked Leon.

Leon did remember. The two were riding through the city, the first ride Rose ever did on her own bike. It was a few days after her 18th birthday and it was a beautiful day. Several bikers were cursing through the streets, and with them some careless car drivers too.

At an intersection, Rose felt a hand on her shoulder while they had to wait at a red light. It was Ethan, sitting on the back of her motorcycle. “Don’t go that way.”, he said and pointed towards the street Leon and her had planned to drive through. “Pull into the McDonalds parking lot, say you gotta pee or so.”, and with that, he vanished again.

Rose pointed over to Leon to catch his attention, then she pointed to the McDonalds on the right side of the road. Leon shrugged and drove there with her once the lights turned green. They got off the motorcycles and Rose explained to him, “Sorry, I really ne-”.

Her voice was cut off by the sound of cars crashing into one another. Or better said, a truck crashing into a car. The truck that had driven behind them - its brakes had given up and drove right into another car. Normally, Leon and Rose would have been between them.

Leon’s jaw dropped at this story. Of course, he doubted her story for a little bit, but with all the weird stuff he had seen in his life...his doubt went away very fast.

“Rose.”, he started, placing his other hand on her shoulder too, then pulled her into a big bear hug. “You are such a special kiddo. I am amazed!”

Rose laughed, both out of happiness and relief - Leon didn’t think she was crazy, so that was a good thing! But she knew she’d have to tell Uncle Chris someday soon...but not today.

Today she’d spent in the motel room with Leon, eating junk food and watching horrible sitcoms while roasting the main characters. And that was okay. It was normal, and Rose loved everything normal.