#o asks

Leon is a special government agent, so of course he has connections, and with those connections, he has a lot of information at his fingertips. He can easily look into someone’s history or records.

Which includes anyone who interacts with his daughter. Be that crushes or friends, he’ll ask her for their names and being Leon… he’ll do a little bit of digging. Just a small check of their backgrounds, scoping out their families. Nothing too wild.

It’s honestly a good things he does this, it helps him sleep easier at night knowing the ones that his daughter has grown close to are not there for nefarious reasons or to use her as leverage against him.

Now when it comes to relationships/her being heartbroken?

Leon would find her sobbing one day, her face red and splotchy. His heart would seize in his chest, and he’d rush over to her and fire off a hundred questions, holding her close. She’d tell him all that’s happened, confiding in you and Leon easily and without hesitation.

She had told her crush how she felt, and said crush not only turned her down but laughed at her confession. The rage would simmer in Leon’s body but he would keep his composure, knowing these are teenagers he’s dealing with and is a disheartening part of life.

He’d rub her back and let her cry into him, frustrated and apologizing that he cannot do more.

Then, an idea.

“Hey, bug, why don’t we go to the store, get some snacks, and we can all watch your favorite movie together, yeah?“ he suggests, pulling her away and wiping her tears from her face.

She gives a small smile and nods, sniffling. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” He nods, grinning down at her and helping her to her feet, before making his way through the house to explain what’s happened.

Your heart aches for your child, finding her and pulling her into an embrace. Once you’ve doted on her yourself, the three of you make the trip to the store, grabbing all sorts of confections.

Once home, you settle on the couch, your daughter between the two of you, and let her pick out her choice of media. She settles on a funny, light-hearted one.

About half way into the movie, you began to hear light snoring. Looking over to see your daughter’s head resting against Leon’s arm.

Your eyes meet and you grin at each other. You pick up the remote and pause the movie, and Leon slowly maneuvers her onto his lap before standing up and carrying her to her bedroom.

You follow behind, heart warming at the sight of them. She’ll never be too old to be his little girl. Never too old to have her scrapes and bruises kissed and bandaged.

After Leon tucks her into her bed and her door is shut, he pulls you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s plan something fun for the weekend, I don’t have to be at work until Tuesday,” he whispers against your hair while stroking your back.

Leon would be big on avoiding/hiding his feelings due to the job. He doesn’t want you to ever have to know of the horrors he’s gone through, see what he’s seen, so it would make sense he would try to divert the topic when it comes to speaking about his feelings in regard to work.

He would definitely benefit from someone (like myself ahah) who actually needs their own space away from their partner, someone who needs time alone and I think if he found that type of person, their relationship would work out well!

If I say Leon is actually a hopeless romantic who desires domesticity and wants to have a big, nurturing family, like the one that was sadly taken from him when he was a child? What then?? Also Leon girl dad, though he would be happy with any and all the children he would have!!!

But speaking of that, he wants a big family. I honestly think it would be a criteria for his future partner, something that he denied himself for so long that now, he isn’t going to shy away from what he wants any longer.

Since he’s a hopeless romantic he would love to be doted on and would love to dote on someone else, he would take the time to sit down and listen to all that you have to say and try anything to help you with any problems you may have! Him sitting there with you with a hand covering yours and rubbing your thumb while the other props his head up on the couch and he’s just staring adoringly at you while you chat away 😫

Acts of service was what I pegged Leon’s love language to be, but yeah also physical touch. He’s probably touched-starved after all these years alone, the poor thing :( but yes he’s pretty awkward, but he doesn’t let that stop him from showing you affection and love!!

Yes those pet names are very cute, but I think his favorite would be ones he had given you over the years, ones that started from a joke between to two of you or one from a sentimental moment the two of you shared ♡ (Ex. I was thinking of a scenario of a time you were watching the stars and you were gushing about them and he was being cheesy and called you his star but that’s what he started calling you after that moment 😭)

I feel the same way that he would not be aggressive or use weapon play when it comes to sex. He’s been in too many situations that would just bring back traumatic memories if he were to try anything like that in the bedroom. He’s very gentle and loving, also definitely a giver, going at the pace you like and making sure you’re satisfied before himself. He loves to receive as well, but not before you’ve had yours. (My headcanon that getting you off gets him off 🫠😵‍💫)

He would have conflicting feelings, but knows he wants the intimacy and all that comes with it. While trying to stay with his newfound principles of no longer denying himself after years of doing so he will (try to) be fearless and open up to love and all that it offers ♡

Leon’s been through so many things, I think he would have a lot of anxiety about how he’s treating them. Like you said, he knows he isn’t perfect, so he would wonder if he’s doing a good job, raising them well and making sure they’re protected, but can keep themselves safe, too. He would lay awake many nights picking apart his interactions with them.

He would absolutely train any of them to defend themselves, using different types of methods and weapons. He wouldn’t go into detail with them about his job for the obvious reasons, so they would probably be like ??? At his defensiveness, lol.

He would write it off as being prepared for any and all things, no matter what. He may mention some things he saw on the news for his actions, saying “Look, kids. I just want you to be ready for anything, you never know.”

He would be so close to his children. After being away on missions, he would spend every waking moment of his time with his family. Outings and vacations, doing whatever they want; as long as he gets to create memories with them, ones he wasn’t able to have with his own parents.

Though I do see his kids helping him grow regardless, making him more optimistic about the future, about life. I also agree with the part where you said Leon loves his family with every fiber of his being. You and your children would be the ones that keep him going, head held high and fighting like hell to get back to ya’ll.

The sun casts a glint off the platinum band on Leon’s ring finger. He wasn’t one for anything flashy, and you picked out a simple ring for him. 950 grade, a moissanite stone inlays the band, the prism like colors gleamed throughout the gemstone. You picked a good, sturdy material with an equally sturdy, yet unique, stone.

Often he finds himself caressing the ring, fiddling with it throughout the day. Thinking about you, how much thought you had put into it. Not going the standard route most do with men’s rings, like a simple band. No, you picked something special, wanting it to have that touch of individuality that Leon always carried with him. He thought the same for you, it’s why he took a long time himself picking out a ring for you. Going through your jewelry you had when you were preoccupied, seeing which colors, materials, and shapes you liked for yourself. He ended up picking the same material and stone you had chosen for him, since you proposed first, he was able to get them close to matching each other.

“Porch light’s on, but no one is home, it seems.” You pull him from his thoughts, realizing he had been staring absentmindedly off the back porch into the backyard. Chuckling, he turns his full attention to you, studying him with a smirk on your face. “What are you thinking about, honey?” You asked, cocking your head. He smiles, reaching over and grabbing your left hand, beginning to play with your own ring sitting on your finger. “Thinkin’ about you, how happy, how lucky I am to be your husband.” He responds, bringing your hand up to kiss the band and your knuckles.

You beam at him, a grin that lights up your whole face, made even better by the setting sun, bathing you in hues of gold and orange. “It’s me who’s the lucky one, Leon. You make my days brighter and fuller. I’m so glad you came into my life. No one else I’d rather spend my time with.” You begin to choke up near the end, opting to lean over what little space remains on the wicker sofa, your free hand cupping his face, enveloping him with a kiss. He reciprocates, himself becoming overwhelmed with emotions.

Never did he think he would have this in his life, this tranquility you bring him. A quiet he never thought he’d get to experience, at least not until his untimely death. These days he thinks more about his mortality, now that you’re in his life. It’s why he savors these moments with you. The stillness that surrounds you two while the cicadas and crickets create a symphony of sounds, while the sun sets lower in the sky. 

You stare down at the paperwork in front of you. The contract, consent forms, guidelines, and instructions on what to do in preparation for your procedure next week lay scattered across the coffee table. Your leg is bouncing a mile a minute while you chew on your nail, the reality of it starting to set in. 

To say that you’re an anxious person…Well yeah, you are. It’s even worse when it comes to medical procedures. This ain’t even that extensive of one, but reading the step-by-step process of what will happen, how long it’ll take, and the aftercare is making you pretty antsy. “Ugh,” you groaned, putting your face into your hands.

“You alright, love?” You jumped, twisting around to find Simon standing behind you. “Good lord, felt like my soul left my body,” You gasped out. He snickered, walking around the front of the couch to sit beside you.

He grabs your hand and begins stroking it, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin, helping to ease some of your nerves. He glances at the papers laying across the surface in front of you two and asks, “This what’s gotten you on edge?” “An understatement,” You grumbled, “More nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

He stared at you for a moment, face blank, before those blond brows of his started to furrow, brown eyes narrowing. You can almost see the equations floating around his head as he tries to decipher the phrase. “Fucking hell. English, please. Or at least slow down, can’t understand with you talking so fast.” 

“I’m very fucking nervous, alright?” You mock back, a poor attempt at an English accent. He huffs at that, before pulling you into an embrace. “Cheeky,” He muttered into your hair, giving a kiss to your head. You sighed, sinking into his warmth.

You’re so glad to have him home with you at this moment. The two of you always appreciate your time together, but you more so now than usual, with how worried you’ve been.

“Anythin’ I can do to help ease your mind?” He asks, rubbing soothing patterns into your back. You hum, nuzzling your face into his neck, before saying, “Not sure. I feel like crap right now, upset with myself for being so upset. It’s annoying! I wish things like this didn’t bother me, that I could be more like you. It seems like nothing phases you, you’re always so cool and collected.” You sighed, fiddling with the hem on his sweatshirt’s sleeve.

“It’s not like I’m having extensive surgery that’ll have me under for hours!" You exclaimed, making exaggerated hand gestures while speaking. Simon grunts in agreement, “Can’t help what your brain is in shambles over, love.” You sighed again, pulling away to look up at him. 

“Darling,” He said, voice gravelly. He cups your face in both hands. You look into his eyes, finding adoration and warmth. You feel a tingle in your nose, a sign you’re about to start crying. Scrunching your face up, you will the tears away, unsuccessfully. You start to sob, your hands coming up to cover your face. “None of that now,” He says, pulling your hands away, peppering kisses across your tear stained cheeks. 

“I-I’m sorry,” You choked out, “I feel pl-plumb stup–” Before you can finish your sentence, Simon is picking you up in his arms. You squealed, latching onto his shoulders as he made his way to your bedroom. He opens the door, walks toward the bed and drops you onto the mattress before plopping himself down beside you. He turns you towards him, bringing you into his warm embrace once again.

“Now then. We’ll stay here as long as we need, yeah? Just let it all out, alright?” He murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. You cling to him, feeling safe and secure in his grasp. Hiccuping, you replied, “Thank you, Simon. Love you.” Your words are muffled by his shirt. He chuckled, pulling back enough to bring you into a kiss. “Love you, too, pet,” He whispered after he pulled away. Under his breath, you hear him begin to hum.

You two stay interlocked, listening to his heartbeat and humming, it lulling you to sleep. His hand continued its ministrations on your scalp as he felt your breathing even out. He pulls far enough away to look at your face, relieved to see you so calm. He smiles to himself, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “My favourite,” He whispered, content with you relaxed in his arms. 

He would be hanging on by a literal thread for years and try everything he can find in books and online until that one time that just unravels it all. He’ll know he’s on the verge, he wouldn’t know what would exactly happen but, to be sure, he’d cease all contact with anyone and take PTO.

It would be very hard to reach him in that state once things fall apart, it would send his friends into a panic because they would have no idea what’s happened to him.

Thankfully you would have a spare key to his place and you would wait until your nerves are absolutely frayed before you go and let yourself in. You’ll respect his privacy until it gets to the point that you’re worrying for his safety. Afraid of what he may have done to himself.

Bracing yourself for what you might find, thankfully you find him on the couch, alive though disheveled, staring at the ceiling. Approaching him cautiously, you softly speak his name. The sound of your voice has him lurching upwards, gasping in surprise at your presence.

He hadn’t heard you come in. You knew then that something was gravely amiss.

You stare at each other for a tense moment before he crumbles.

Head in his hands, sobs releasing tremors through his body. You rush around the side of the couch and pull him into your arms. You rock back and forth with a gentle rhythm, his form abuts yours. No words exchanged between the two of you, Leon’s mouth wouldn’t have been able to form sentences at that moment, regardless.

The sour scent of body odor would not be subtle, his hair oily from lack of care. You don’t care, you’re actually glad to smell it, to feel his body sagging against yours, the dirty locks pressed against your cheek. None of that matters, what does is that he’s breathing.

You’re not sure what’s happened, uncertain you can fathom what he’s been going through. The knowledge of his job leaving him battered and bruised, some days where he’s bed ridden in recovery is brought to the forefront of your mind.

You’ve pulled him closer as your thoughts run rampant, and his hands move. Away from his face, he embraces you and pulls even more. Your bodies would fuse together if there was any more grasping to be done.

Leon tries to find words, though they’re not much other than soft murmurs, which is stopped with a “Shh,” and a caressing of his back.

“Don’t need to speak, s’alright. I’m not going anywhere,” whispered against his head.

None else needs to be spoken. They’ll be time to listen, to speak once more once he’s convalescent.

He lets you guide him through the space. Even with his mind muddled, he knows you mean the best.

The lights remain off to beget as little distress as possible. Your mind knows the geography of his home, letting your body usher the two through the darkness, to his room.

You help him find purchase against the bed, and once settled, your bodies coalescence.

Me being a they/them with child bearing hips !,?,!/(/$.? Like hiiii Leon (I know he’s got a breeding kink like I just KNOW it)

He wouldn’t be able to even stop those thoughts either, he’d see someone he finds attractive and the thought would just be like oh. Fuck. !,?!/(/$/(!.$:) the thoughts would definitely ramp up as he got older as his need for a family grew!

I know many would say he wouldn’t want to bring a kid into the world knowing what he knows, but he also knows he would protect his family with every fiber of his being and he knows he could do if after all he’s been through, all he’s survived.

He would be a terrific parent and I can see him like. Teaching his daughter how to protect herself when he isn’t around, teaching her fighting techniques and probably even getting her a gun for her 18th birthday or something 😭 once again he knows how fucked up the world is and he won’t always be around, but he also knows that her being a woman also puts her in danger and he’ll be damned if anyone crosses his child!!!

Anyways. Yep. So much brainrot like, I gotta write a story out about him settling down and raising a family and and. &:(,!.(/)/)!: