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Dad!Leon Headcanons With His Son

Alright so this was based on an ask I got from this generous anon, and I just wanted to give my thoughts their own post considering how long this ended up being.

1.6k words. | cw: mentions of alcoholism & emotional abuse

Now as a disclaimer, I would never headcanon Leon as someone abusive or negligent, especially to his kids if he had any. He would rip his heart out and bleed for his family if that was what was necessary, and I think he would be a dedicated father. But that is not to say that he wouldn’t have a fuck ton of trauma surrounding his role as a parent and having a family in the first place. So, these will just be my own headcanons of what I imagine happened to Leon during his childhood and how they translated into fatherhood.

Bringing it back to Leon’s childhood, he was always considered a mama’s boy. His mom was sweet, kind, and gentle, always made him smile and feel cared for. He got most of his features from his mom, stole her whole face, and took her moles and her eyes with him. He was just always attached to her and loved her dearly.

But his dad? That was a whole different story.

His father wasn’t necessarily abusive in terms of physical, but he wasn’t a good parent to Leon. He was a drunk and an asshole, always critiquing Leon for being too soft or emotional. His father would also blame his mom often for raising him in such a way, thinking that the world would tear his son apart because it isn’t a kind place for those who are weak.

Of course, you have to consider the time Leon was raised in, this is just American culture that heavily emphasizes the patriarchal gender roles in the nuclear family dynamic. With rose-tinted glasses, Leon’s family appears to be your ideal white picket fence American household. But behind closed doors, Leon often gets treated like an emotional punching back to his father’s problems. Whether it be the stress of his job or paying off the mortgage, somehow Leon was the common dominator to all of his father’s issues.

Leon grew up detached from his father, thinking that his dad hated him, didn’t want him, or had a certain disdain towards him. He’ll try to talk to his dad, try to ask him to hang out, to do the things fathers and sons do in the neighborhood, but his voice often goes unheard. So instead, his mother is the sole guardian that he builds a relationship with, along with his grandmother (his mom’s mom) whom he visits from time to time.

He grows accustomed to that severed relationship with his dad, and his biggest fear is ending up like him. He never wants that to happen, so he tries his hardest to maintain the goodness that’s left of him from when his mother raised him. After his parents die, gruesomely and in front of him, he gets put into the foster care system. He jumps from household to household, some worse than others, but he managed to do well in school and go to the police academy.

Leon was excited, thinking that he finally had a way out of the mess that was his life and that he’d have a chance at stability. But no, he finds himself in an absolute shit show when he’s caught in Raccoon City, and any freedom or innocence he may have had is stripped away from him before he realizes what is happening. As a result, Leon has no choice but to be groomed into this killing machine he never wanted to be in the first place, and the things his time in the military engrained into him only reiterated the same hyper-masculine patriotic bullshit his father would say to him. He had to become strong and grow thick skin because he could no longer be soft, he had to learn to survive out in the real world. 

So to cope, he turns to alcohol. It washes away his feelings and keeps those nagging thoughts away but it’s hard to move on from the survivor’s guilt that eats away at his spirit. It’s during one particularly bad night that he takes one good look in the mirror and realizes that for the first time, he sees his father in his reflection instead of his mom. It scares the shit out of him and shakes him to his core, afraid that he’s already grown rotten from all the alcohol he’s consumed over the years.

I think that fear of ending up like a piece of shit the way his dad was will translate over to when he ends up having his son, and it’ll stick even after he goes to therapy and gets his shit together. He’s still a loving and active parent, always has been since he knew he was expecting a child, and that love doesn’t go away. But there are instances where his “tough love” comes out, where he fears his son’s softness will put him in the same precarious situations Leon found himself in one too many times. In the early stages, he’s careful with his baby boy, the urge to protect him was strong as it would be considering everything he’s lost and gone through. All Leon wants to do is to keep the innocence and purity his son has for as long as he can, the same way his mother tried to do with him when he was young.

However, his love for his child changes as he grows older. Unlike Leon who looked more like his mom, his son is Leon’s carbon copy and it haunts him. It’s like looking into a mirror, and it genuinely scares him. After that realization, he’ll indirectly instill tough love over time. His kid is emotional like him, given his general curiosity and perceptiveness, things that were taken away from Leon before he could fully appreciate them. To protect that, he’d try to tell his kid the reality of the world, of his world, and try to harden him because our reality is not built to protect good people. Still, Leon tries to be there for his son, he does, but it grows difficult when he sees just how much his son resembles himself.

He breaks down the day he makes his son cry because he raised his voice a little too high. He saw how his child’s face grew pink and his blue eyes were watery with tears, watched as he ran towards you, and sought comfort in your arms. The act was the same thing Leon used to do when his father yelled at him or scolded him. At that moment, Leon hated himself, and tried to apologize to his son but he just wasn’t receptive to his words or actions. His fear of being rejected by his own kid, the same way his father did to him, eats at him to the point of making him nauseous.

That night, Leon cries in bed, not being able to say anything besides falling into his self-deprecating mindset that he’s failed as a parent, that he’s fucked up the one good thing he had in this world outside of his partner. All because he was terrified that this world would hurt his child the way it has hurt him.

Eventually, he does go to apologize to his kid when he’s ready to communicate properly and when his son isn’t as upset. He sits down next to him in bed, asks him how he is, and gives his child the opportunity to talk first before he says anything as an adult. He remembers in one of his therapy sessions that it was important to let his child talk about his intense emotions and work through them instead of bottling them inside, something he wasn’t given the grace to explore in his youth. Leon listens, simply shuts his mouth, and lets his son talk no matter how ridiculous it may sound. But it was one question that pierced his heart.

“Dad, do you hate me?”

It was like a knife was stabbed into his gut and dragged up towards his chest. The words burned his soul, and in the back of his mind, it was like his memories played on screen. Laced with his son’s voice was his own, and he saw himself asking his father the same question all those years ago. His dad nursed a beer bottle, absentmindedly watching the TV screen in the torn-up armchair. His father didn’t give him an answer, simply getting up and walking to the kitchen to get another beer. Leon remembered the hurt, remembered the way his father’s dismissiveness felt because his silence was his answer, and he started to choke up as it hit him full force.

He blinked a couple of times and refocused on his son’s expression, how he was already teary-eyed. Leon simply shakes his head, feeling himself about to cry and his voice shaking as he speaks.

“No, I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

He tells his son the things he wishes his father told him, reminding him how proud he is and how much he loves him. He does try to explain that he only wants what’s best for his child, that he wants him to understand that sometimes the world won’t always be a happy place and to be prepared for that. Regardless, he tries to keep his son’s innocence intact as much as he can without triggering his own traumas. 

It takes a while for the relationship he had with his son to be fully repaired and go back to a point where they could grow. At times it can be hard, always looking at a reflection of himself. It was like loving his son helped Leon heal his inner child, something else he learned in therapy that he keeps in the back of his mind. He’s a good dad, better than his father ever could or wanted to be, but he has his moments where he frequently doubts his efforts, always questioning if he’s repeating the same mistakes his father made. Leon made a promise, he vowed he wasn’t going to end up like his father, and would give his son the same kindness and love his mother once did. That was a promise he intended to keep, and he didn’t plan to break it anytime soon. 

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ft: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader summary: Leon experiencing fatherhood. From the day his little miracle's heart started beating to her first steps. warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, self doubts but overall this is just fluff and nothing more! wc: 1.4k author's note: Hello! This is me once again bringing dad Leon content. The last time I wrote him was for Christmas hehe. I don't really know what I did here since this like a combination between headcanons and mini drabbles but hey, it's something. Anyway, take care!

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Leon who ever since you announced you were expecting he switched to dad mode. All of his friends needed to know that he was now a father to be. Claire? The first one to know. Chris? He needed to know that he may as well be the godfather of his little blessing. 

Leon who was next to you at every ultrasound appointment. He couldn't even make out where this little bean was but he already called them the most perfect thing. Because, after all, it's the perfect combination of both of you.

Leon who is the first one to buy parenting books. He often told you not so common facts as he read in the middle of the night. Do you know that babies are born with the ability to swim? He made sure to tell you even if you were fast asleep.

“Darling…” Leon gently shook you, his voice was hushed yet it was enough to stir you from your sleep and say goodbye to your precious dreams. “Mhm…? What is it?” Being woken up in the middle of the night wasn’t something you were looking for. Especially since you already grew used to Leon’s schedule. However, you tried not to show any signs of grumpiness.  “Do you know that our baby can recognize music? So… if we put some headphones on your stomach they might know what we usually listen to!” His voice was barely a whisper but it wasn’t enough to hide his excitement.  “Go to sleep Leon…”

Leon who has all the money in the world to buy the most expensive and glamorous crib, yet he wanted to experience how it was to build it. So, he made it from scratch. Of course, with Chris’ help. Even though both of them ended up with splinters in their fingers.

Leon who would rarely argue with you. But when the time comes when you disagree about something and go to bed a bit mad at each other, he would place a hand on your belly as he whispered: I'm mad at you, not at them. Eventually, both of you would forgive each other, even if the argument was just a silly disagreement.

Arguing with Leon was obviously something doomed to happen in your marriage. As much as you wanted it to be peaceful and problem-less, your personalities sometimes crashed. It never led to an actual fight. But Leon was… stubborn, even if he knew you were right, he'd never admit it. So, as you lay on your side hoping that sleep comes faster, you feel a strong and calloused hand over your belly.  “I'm not angry at them so this is only fair.” Leon said, rubbing and caressing the skin that was starting to stretch as it gave the baby more space to grow. After a couple of seconds of silence, Leon started to feel guilty for not giving you attention. You were carrying his baby, he couldn’t act this immature. “Sorry…” Leon sheepishly apologized for his previous banter. An argument should never make them go to bed angry at each other. “I'm sorry too.” You finally responded as drowsiness started filling your mind and body.

Leon who responded “I just want them to be healthy,” when someone asked him about his baby. But he was a bit too happy when you announced to him that he was going to be a girl dad. In his mind, he wanted to have two beautiful princesses next to him. And now, heaven is allowing him to achieve his dreams and leave behind his sorrowful previous life.

Leon who may as well go bankrupt since he buys everything he sees at the shop. Tiny pink dresses and teddy bears are his favorite things to buy. His little princess deserves the world, she’s already his whole world.

Leon who would speak to your bump, his words full of promises and wishes for his baby. And even when you were asleep, he would go on for minutes, expecting his little miracle to hear him.

“You will be so loved… Everyone is waiting for you.” He said one night, a hand caressing the side of your belly. “I have already bought so many toys you will be playing with. Daddy loves you so much.”

Leon who has to go on missions, he can’t just quit. But, he keeps a photo of your ultrasound in his wallet, next to yours. A totem of his love, a physical item that reminds him he needs to return home. 

“Shit…” He hissed as the nurse helped him sit down on one of the chairs. He had recently just come back from a mission which took a toll on him. It wasn’t especially hard since he had help from his new team, yet he believed his age was starting to show in his body. “Mr. Kennedy, your belongings…” The nurse spoke to him for the first time as she picked up Leon’s jacket which had fallen as he sat down. Leon thanked her before he started searching for something in one of its pockets. For a while, he paid no mind to the nurse ministrations. The alcohol swab stung just a bit as she cleaned an injury on his side. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. He pulled out his wallet and there they were, the photos he always carries with him. A proud smile showed on his face as he was reminded that he had succeeded in another mission which meant Heaven granted him one more day to live. He was alive and ready to continue living..

Leon who would practically faint when you told him the baby was coming, that the time has come. He had previously made scenarios about this situation, thinking that he was prepared but dear God… he wasn’t. 

Dad Leon who sobbed when he heard his baby’s cries for the first time. However, this time, those sounds didn’t come from someone who was suffering as he is used to hearing in his line of job. Those cries were the living proof that he was once again, given a second chance in life.

The first one was when you agreed to marry him. He held himself from grabbing his daughter out of the nurse’s arms. It’s not that he didn’t trust the medical team, but he has waited almost 9 months to see, to hold his miracle.  And even though a part of him fears that his hands are too stained from his job, from his past, and from the near future, he knows that his and your hands will be the ones guiding your baby.

Dad Leon who doesn't know what to do once you were discharged from the hospital. He couldn't spend one second away from the both of you, always checking if you needed something.

Dad Leon who speaks with his daughter as if she was already a grown-up. Her babbles and his words fill the living room as they both engage in a serious conversation.

“Bwaaah” “Yeah, I get it. But you have to understand my point too. If we increase the price of milk people are going to buy even less. “Bwah…” “No need to get so political, miss. I’m simply offering some feedback about the supply and demand of this product.”

Dad Leon who wears matching outfits with you and his daughter. Is the little one wearing pink today? Guess everyone else will too. 

Dad Leon who tries so hard to teach his baby how to say dada. Da-da Da-da, that word is starting to haunt his dreams. However, life works in funny ways since his little one decided that her first world would be “No.”

Dad Leon who is terrified when his daughter starts walking. Those wobbly steps make him have a heart attack each second. 

Dad Leon who hates it when his kid falls and cries. He would literally just look the other way for a second and boom, his daughter fell to the ground. Between the sobs of his little one, he could hear how she says she got a boo-boo. God, he hates gravity. 

Dad Leon who sometimes cries from happiness. Watching his baby girl grow fills his heart with so much joy and pride. The world was a messed up place but whilst he lives, he’ll make sure that no danger ever comes across you two. 

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Pairing: RE4!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Two lovers, destined to not be together all across history

Tags: fluff; angst, a little gory (not descriptive! but tragedies happen); there is a happy ending (i'd kms if it didnt); they just suffer a lot

Notes: imagined that as i listened to a disney songs playlist, and i couldnt hold myself back. This was a little different for me, so any feedback is welcomed (pls be kind ill cry)

Rome, 456.

As the moon reached the sky, shining upon the stars, Empress Serena gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, the future of the Roman Empire: little Leo. He grew to be strong and dashing, a dignified heir to such a impotent throne.

Unfortunately, the royal life proved to be unforgiving with so many obligations, and the certainty that no matter what he did, it would never be enough. 

As the empire went through a rough patch, so did his relationship with the townsfolk - whenever he believed he was doing something helpful, the critics were always the first ones to prove otherwise. 

In a particular evening, an old lady in one of the poorest villages stomped into the castle, and pointed directly at Leo as he sat in his throne, sending a powerful spell on his way: “Your actions ought to be punished for all of your existence, and as long as you live, your heart shall never be free! For all eternity, like the sun and moon, your heart won't be complete!”

With the heavy words, she was escorted away from the palace, as Leo's heart felt heavy. She must be just some crazed lady.

Oh, how wrong he was.

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Through his traveling and diplomatic affairs, Leo met a bright woman in Egypt. Her eyes shined like the brightest constellation in the sky, her wits were unmatched, and her body could lure even the blind. To say he fell in love was an understatement.

“On another visit?” she asked him as they met, her eyebrow arched.

“Egypt is quite successful these days. I can’t miss on opportunities” Leo answered with a knowing smirk, the back of his fingers caressing her jaw.

She looked up at him, her eyes sincere in her feelings as his touch was very welcomed “Opportunities or people?”

“I think you know the answer.” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Their shared moments would be forever marked in his mind, appreciative that he could be the man he was with her, not Rome's Emperor. 

After deciding that she was the only one he ever wanted to marry, they met up in a nice flower camp, as he planned to ask for her forever on the same day. 

As they reached the designated place, Leo managed to get on one knee and pour his heart out to her. When he made the important question, as she was about to answer it, raiders invaded Egypt in a surprise attack, and before she could even say “yes”, the clan leader sliced through her heart, making her fall down and soon Leo followed, throat sliced open by another member. 

As life drained from their bodies, they looked at each other as they bled, their hands touching as they said their last goodbyes.

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France, 1789

Leonidas fought against the imbalance that happened between the poorest and royals. The people were tired of poverty, brought by the dumb decisions of the French Monarchy.

As he disseminated his knowledge and beliefs, a royal carriage passed through, with the Princess inside it. She and Leonidas locked their eyes, and a shiver ran through their bodies. 

The monarchs always had empty eyes, but hers was so alive. She gave him a gentle passing smile - even if he was criticizing her existence, making his heart beat fast.

Whenever royal gatherings happened, Leonidas and his followers were the first ones there protesting. The only one who ever dared to meet them and talk was her. It was bad - his heart throbbed whenever she spoke, her voice acting like a sweet melody to him.

“Another one of your hate campaigns, Leonidas?” she asked, smirking, fanning her painted face with a luxurious fan.

“Just fighting for my people and myself” he answered in a dignified voice, his eyes not breaking eye contact with her.

“Just fighting? If you keep following me I might as well think your objectives involve me, but not as in a revolutionary sense” she winked, hiding her face behind the pink fan.

“Don’t even waste your time thinking about false pretenses” he smirked back, pulling her fan down as he watched her pretty features, all worthy of a Princess.

It was satirical - the biggest fighter against her family was the one who managed to catch her heart. She was usually the quickest one to brush off suitors, but the rebellion leader caught her heart, and she didn't want him to let go.

When Leonidas was finally ready to act on his feelings, the fall of the Bastille happened, and soon did the fall of the monarchy. As a punishment, all were to be beheaded in a public gathering, their heads thrown around to celebrate France’s new beginning.

As she was guided to the guillotine, her eyes locked in his as the blade sliced her, a lonely tear running on her cheeks. 

Leonidas, at that moment, felt hollow and empty, wondering what he did to deserve such feeling.

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Italy, 1944

The war was at its peak, causing pain and destruction anywhere it passed by. Lionel fought bravely battle after battle, trying his hardest to stay safe at least till this he'll was over. 

The highlight among all that destruction was the newest nurse, hair always in carefully made curls, and lips adorned in the most lovely shades as she tended every soldier with care.

Whenever he laid on the infirmary in her care, she always spent the longest on him, sharing heartfelt comments and small jokes, hoping to bring a smile to his serious face. Also, she chose not to mention that his heartbeat was always fast with her - they were in a war after all, they had more serious matters to pay attention to.

“Although it makes me happy to see you, it pains my heart that it needs to involve your pain” she said softly, holding his hand with one of her hands as the other one cleaned his wound.

“I’m tough, if I could I would bruise myself completely to be under your care for days” Lionel answered with a whimper as she hit a soft spot.

“Don’t you ever think about that! I need you in one piece, so we ought to live our lives together, in happiness, after all this tragedy ends” she said in a hopeful tone, pressing a kiss to his skin.

“Do you promise me a nice house and delicious dinners?” he asked playfully, an endearing smile not leaving his face

“Better. I promise you a home” she answered quietly, moving away to tend another soldier's wounds.

After a German attack in a secluded village, the soldiers could only try to pray for any survivors - the attack was brutal. The houses were on the ground, some toys and furniture disorganized all over the place, a gray feeling hanging around their heads.

When the troop was ready to leave, Lionel heard a quiet sound under some rubble, calling his colleagues to check it out. Working their way to the sound, an old lady was buried underneath it, breathing with difficulty.

Lionel didn't think twice and fought to work her out of there, but when she was at his hold, it was already too late. On her last breath, she pressed a palm to his face and whispered “son… It's already late for this life, but I banish the dark hold in your destiny. After so much suffering, your hearts deserve happiness” and with that, she was gone.

Lionel cried, so tired with all the tragedy and death around him, he didn't really understand what she meant, but laid her body in respect and moved forward.

Sadly, no one could predict a blitzkrieg, and one that hit exactly where they moved, and also so near their base - their safety. Lionel was unfortunately one of the victims, the bomb hitting near his body.

The last thing he could comprehend was his body being moved as the pretty nurse moved desperately to save him, crying as she held his body and he finally let go, thinking of their home.

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USA, 2023

Leon was sore after returning from another mission - one that could be considered a suicide one, but he wasn't that lucky to finally be able to rest peacefully.

He threw his body on his couch, but soon stood up and grunted as he reminded himself that he promised to go to an art exhibition with Claire and Chris, a piece of normalcy in a word reeking with monsters and nightmares.

How Claire managed to get Chris to come to a thing like that? Only God knows, but it would be a welcomed company amongst the bullshit that the art world revolves around.

As they reached the gallery, packed with artists, critics and obnoxious people who saw art in a dot of paint, Claire looked in glee at all the art pieces as Leon and her brother played a game of “blind or high?”, where they tried to guess if the artist was blind while making the piece or just purely high on whatever drug Umbrella passed along the streets to control people.

As they looked at the pieces, Claire stopped specifically at a painting of a couple sitting on a field, a picnic towel underneath them as the sky was purple, with the sun setting down and the moon reaching up. There were some children playing in the background, but much couldn’t be said, as they were mere shadows.

Leon looked at the painting puzzled, something in the art making his heart ache and long for, but he had no idea why. While Chris just whispered a “oh, definitely high” at him, he couldn't answer. The sight felt so familiar, but so painful, that he wanted to cry. Maybe fighting monsters and almost dying everyday was finally getting him.

A lady stopped in front of that painting, and looked at Leon with a witty smile and sparkly eyes “what do you see?”

As he looked at her, it was like the world stopped. She was just an unknown woman, but something felt so familiar in her. His heart was screaming for him to hug and kiss her, and Leon didn't know if he finally went insane or he was just deprived of affection (maybe both, but he didn't want to put a lot of thought into it).

Her hair matched her face perfectly, her makeup was minimal, contrasting with the red lipstick on her inviting lips. Her clothing molded perfectly into her pretty body, and he had to hold himself back from looking at her for too long.

With a deep sigh, he truthfully told her “I'm not good with art… but I think they look like a couple in love. A family, even. Maybe enjoying a picnic on a Sunday” he answered the stranger, holding back a blush.

Claire slapped him, embarrassed “you just described the painting you idiot, she meant more profoundly!”

The lady giggled, making Leon forget how to breathe for a second. She shakes her head and adds “no, I liked his observation. It looks like a dream Sunday, in my opinion” She winked at Leon

Still fighting a blush, he teased back “Okay then, Picasso, what do you see?”

The woman took a long breath and looked at the painting again “I see pain, but also hope. It feels like broken hearts being brought together. Kinda poetic.”

Leon could only look at her and smile, as she did the same. Pain and love. Leon could understand those feelings mixed together.

As they kept talking and walking through the gallery together, they failed to see the owner of the painting, an old woman who watched them with a smirk. 

She turned to her assistant and said “Isn't destiny a funny thing? I guess I have to watch closely for inspiration for my next pieces, I've never gotten the full story before.”

The assistant looked at the artist in confusion, but didn't press the matter. The only thing she could think was: “Guess all the best artists are crazy people.”

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A supplement to The Power of Love

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They-Uterus possessing?) AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: Hardcase is a disaster when he witnesses an "my period came on early and hard while I slept" accident first hand. Content Warning: Mensuration and Period talk and confusion. Blood mention. Vague pregnancy mention. Clones and reader speak Mando'a badly because I can't language. Word Count: 1508

-Special thanks to @blueink-bluesoul for helping with the title.

-Credit for dividers goes to @freesia-writes and the clone trooper helmets @lornaka

-End graphic credit to @tcwmatchmakingau for the reward for completing a request.

-Title image by me

“Cyare, wake up” Hardcase’s insistent and panicked voice pulled you to wakefulness. “Cyare, don’t panic,”

Groggily you blink, him calling you beloved as opposed to babe usually indicated something was amiss.  “You mean like you are?” you ask, still groggy, moving to sit up.

“No, don’t move!” he says, stopping you.

Reality comes more into focus and multiple emotions slam into you as you feel an all too familiar sensation from the lower portion of your body.  Your period had decided not only to be several days early, but also to arrive in a more dramatic fashion this month.  

Annoyance at the mess, pain, and general grossness you felt during your period.  Additionally, deep embarrassment. Your relationship was four months along, and with some reassurance he had stayed at your apartment every night he was on planet and not on call.

 But he had somehow managed to be deployed or in some sort of training for each and every one you had since the beginning. And now here you were waking up in a puddle of blood, freaking your boyfriend out. 

Overall you felt the insane need to laugh. He wasn’t being serious, was he?

“Just stay still, I’m going to call the medics,” he says, urgently. He was serious.

“Love, no, wait,” You try to contain the laughter in your voice.

“You need medical attention, Cyare,” he insists. “And you need to stay still,”

“As much as I hate it, this is completely normal,”  You get up, wincing at the gush and sudden cramp as you sit up. 

“This can’t be normal,” he says. “I’m calling Kix,”

You can’t hold the laughter in anymore, you erupt into giggles. 

“Babe, this isn’t a laughing matter! You’re bleeding!!” He exclaims while he contacts his brother. 

“Kix, they're bleeding a lot and now they are hysterical,” you overhear his end of the conversation, making you laugh harder. 

You get a message from Kix, while Hardcase is harassing him. 

‘Started your period?’

‘Yup’

‘Must be a rough one if it’s an eighth of as bad as he’s making it to be,’

‘It’s not pleasant’

‘Middle of the kriffing night too, you doing okay?’

‘Yeah just you know early so kind of a mess’

‘I knew he wasn’t paying attention in that training. You okay with me taking this opportunity for a little payback?’

You laugh harder and answer ‘Please do’

‘Excellent!’

When you get up, Hardcase is still in the hall pleading with Kix. You strip the bed and throw the bloody bedding on the

fresher floor so you could add your pajamas to them before putting them in the washer. 

As you are getting in the shower when he returns to the bedroom.  

“Babe! Where’d you go? You shouldn’t be up,” he calls out, moving towards the bathroom and the sound of the shower. 

You start laughing again, doubled over and gasping in the ‘fresher between the laughing and the cramps.

His panic spikes again and he yanks the shower door open, stripping his sleep pants off and getting in. He wraps his  arms around you to hold you up.

“See, you should be laying down!” He says, as if your cramping plus giggle fit gasping meant you were on death’s doorstep. 

“What did Kix say?” You finally ask, calmed somewhat. 

“Something about I should have paid attention in his lecture. I’m not a medic,” he answers, ”That’s why I want to take you to one!”

Laughter takes you again. 

“Right,” he says,”you are going even if I have to carry you,”

“Don’t need to Babe, this happens all the time,” you answer.

“Not all the time, I would have noticed!” He says. 

“So far you have been on a mission or training. It’s just a couple days earlier than usual or there would have been less mess,” you answer. You lean into him, resting your head against his chest.  It was the middle of the night as far as you were concerned and the general malaise you got along with the cramps and headaches had set in. Even with him panicking it his solid presence was comforting.  

”Can you get me a glass of water?” as he steps out ahead of you, still holding your hand as if you were going to fall.

“You don’t need water, you need medical attention,” he insists, drying off and going to get it anyway. 

“I am fine!” You answer as he leaves the room, you can hear him making a call as he does. 

You are getting out of the shower you hear him on the com in the bedroom.

“No, Rex he refuses to help,” 

A moment later Hardcase burst into the fresher to check on you as you pulled clean pajamas on. 

“Babe, I really think…” he begins.

“I’m fine, really. It’s normal.  Why don’t you go for your run?”you suggest. 

“I’m not leaving you here by yourself!” He insists. “Will you atleast lay back down?”

“Gladly! Until I have to get ready for work,” you answer with a yawn. 

“You are not going to work in your condition!” He exclaims. “Kix wouldn’t let anything truly bad happen to you, but I can’t imagine how it can be this much and you shouldn’t need to be in bed!”

“Fine, let me message Watcher and get the heating pad,” you respond.  

“You lay down and send your message. I’ll get your heating pad,”Hardcase gestures to the freshly made bed, then picks up the dirty bedding, before heading towards the washer. 

You send the message to your co-manager, Watcher, that you won’t be in due to illness and you would tell him the story later.  You take some pain relievers, drinking the glass of water Hardcase had left on the nightstand. 

“Babe, I’m really worried,” he says, returning to the room and handing you the heating pad. 

“I know,” you answer, sleepily. “I’m fine, really.” 

He nods, face still crinkled with concern, and got into bed with you.  He wraps his arms around you as you lay your head on his chest, tucking the heating pad against your stomach. The scent of his skin and weight of his arms around you taking the edge off.

As you drift off you hear his com ping with the arrival of a file and feel him reach for his headphones on the nightstand.

You are vaguely aware, as you usually are, when he slips away to go on his morning run.  At least that’s what your nearly asleep mind assumed as he eased you off of him and settled you among the pillows and blankets with a kiss to the forehead like he usually did. 

The next time you wake it’s to Hardcase calling your name and scooping you up into his arms as he sat on the bed. Like usual this time of morning he smelled freshly of his soap. “Ner Cyare, there’s my bad ass sweetheart,” he says with a smile, before kissing you good morning. “Sorry I panicked,”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say, as you lean your cheek against his shoulder. 

“Oh, that’s right!” He reached for a bottle on the nightstand. “Kix brought these by. He said to make sure you are hydrated too,” he handed you the cup of water and then a dose of the pain medicine. 

“You didn’t harass Kix too much, did you?” You ask. 

“Kix is fine, we went for a run and I stopped to get some breakfast for us,” he answered. “You want to have breakfast while we watch a holofilm?”

You nod against his shoulder, you really did feel miserable. Sure you powered through it every month and went to work.   But it didn’t mean it was pleasant in the slightest. 

He lifts you to carry you to the living room. 

“I can walk, I thought you talked to Kix,” you exclaim.

“Yeah, I’m only slightly less horrified. If I could make it to where you didn’t have to go through it I would,” he tells you. 

“No!” You almost yell, eyes widening, “no, no way”

You see him go pale, “Oh kriff no! It’s not what I meant! That’s even more terrifying,” he squeezes you closer. You snuggled into him. 

“Just, let me take care of you through it whenever I’m home,” he says softly. 

Tears sprang to your eyes, you curse your overactive hormones. 

“You okay?” He asks, worry flooding his voice once more. 

You press your face into his neck, and nod. “Love you, ‘Case”

“Love you too, Babe” he whispers into your hair.

You answer the door to a delivery droid. You had just gotten out of the shower after work. Head aching with cramps that make you feel like you  are being stabbed. 

The droid unloads a case of your favorite fizzy water, chocolates, and a brightly colored bouquet into your hands before retreating to the lift.

Once back inside you took the note from the flowers. 

“Relax, I’ll bring dinner home!”

Years later he was still taking care of you. 

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