dad!leo x parent!reader hcs
wc: 1.2k
genre: tooth rotting domestic fluff, parents au, regular family and found family, past hurt/lots of comfort, post canon domestic bliss
pairing: leo x gn!parent reader
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, brief implied fucking like rabbits but otherwise sfw, you and leo have a bigass family, brief mentions of past trauma unmet needs and general rough conditions, building the life you wanted as a kid, found family demisquad and their children, brief mention of Leo's extended estranged family /pos, Leo is a fucking amazing dad, aged up obviously (you have a passel of kids and careers and a house)
a/n: I will carry as many children as he wants. deadass. /srs. I want the white picket fense and the ketchup fights and the minivan. I will become a full blown soccer mom for him oh my fucking god
tags @yesv01 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @Fictionalcomforts @lizziebitch33 @jacksondeeznuts @girlfriendwhoseawitch @urmum-xoxo @Asunnyhunny @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @youkissedareaderinthedark @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @i-dont-remember-a-lot @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp @mystic-writings @babiesimagines @dreamerball @demirunner @if-only-i-was-fictional @lubsana @if-only-i-was-fictional
Bark bark bark woof grr ruff ruff
Or should I say loud aggressive cat meowing noises
Both are appropriate responses to seeing dad!leo
First of all
First and foremost
You’re going to have a bigass family with him
Not just because he always wondered if he would have had siblings if his life had been different
Not just because he always craved being from a big family deep in his bones, taking years to mourn silently when it really sunk in that that wouldn’t happen for
Because yes
While those are major factors
But also let’s be real
You cannot fucking keep your hands off this man
How could anyone be expected to look at him and not get fucking pregnant
He stretches and his tummy shows a little where his shirt rides up and you’re suddenly holding a 6 month old with his daddy’s eyes in a fluffy little bear onesie
No idea how it happens
But the odds of anyone being around Leo for any period of time and not ending up with a fucking passel of of little rugrats
Fluffy haired ankle biters with sweet grins and intelligent eyes
Just like their dad
Is zero
Plus holy fucking shit
He can’t keep his hands off you either
He’s fucking insatiable, always craving your touch, always covering you in kisses and sweet nothings
And you wouldn’t have it any other way
So yeah with your chemistry duh you’re gonna have a big family
Once you start you can’t really stop
Before you know it you wake up one morning to find Leo making pancakes in the kitchen
He’s handing out juice boxes and sippy cups of milk
There’s a kid clinging onto each leg, giggling their heads off when he shuffles around, and one hanging on his back, watching while he cooks
He narrates dramatically to the other kiddos and babies, who are enamored with Leo’s cooking show
You stumble into this scene, walking past little shoes and various toys, legos, and barbie dolls strewn about
There’s a tangible warmth, and it’s not just from the stove and piles of fluffy pancakes
One or two of your kiddos run over and hug you with the sweetest greeting you’ve ever received
Their little hands grab up at you until you scoop them up, approaching the counter
“Oh thank god, my sous chef has arrived”
He greets you with a kiss and hands you a coffee or tea or whatever else you like to drink in the morning, just the way he knows you like it
“I think we all know I can’t handle this kitchen without you”
The way he says it, the look he gives you means more than any words or any look you’ve gotten from anyone else
You fix hair and kiss foreheads for a few minutes before you start getting plates of pancakes and bowls of cereal ready
It’s routine, practically automatic by now
But there’s nothing you cherish more than these sunday mornings together
You and the love of your life and your big old passel of rugrats all gathered around the kitchen table, discussing uneventful dreams and schedules for the upcoming week
Between coordinating homework assignments and ballet lessons and soccer practices it hits Leo every single moment
Of all the things he’s built, his life with you will always be his favorite
His most precious, favorite project
You look so pretty in the morning, you always have
So as your “sunday morning breakfast bops” playlist reverberates through the room around laughter and chatter and singing along
As you sing off key and dance around with him and dance with your kids to Selena and 80s hits and throwbacks to when you were still teenagers, unable to fathom making it to 20
He thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful
When he kisses you, you taste like coffee and maple syrup
Your hair is a little messy and you’re wearing one of his shirts, tucked into a pair of shorts
Your wedding rings gleam in the sunlight streaming in through the lacy curtains
Burnin’ up by the jonas brothers comes on shuffle, and one of your older kids asks to hear the story again
They’ve heard it a million times, but they adore hearing you recount the lengthy inside joke related to this
They love hearing about all the times you had with all their aunts and uncles (aka your friends) before they were born
They imagine what it was like to live through the 2010s, a decade they’ve only seen in movies and tv shows and online in little time capsules referenced here and there
They think about how cool you must have been, running around and living an idealized version of your lives
Leo listens, just as enamored as the rest of them as he listens to you recount the events he lived through with you
A little part of him still can’t believe it’s real
He can’t believe he created the warm, loving, lively household
The big supportive family
That he always dreamed of having as a kid
And now that he’s older, he reached out to some distant relatives, cousins and aunts and uncles
He’s surprised that he’s been able to somewhat reconnect with his extended family
And even more surprised that they’d welcomed him with open arms
It hits him again that not only are his kids going to have a safe, stable, loving home life
But they’re going to have relatives to visit at family reunions once in a while
They get to spend holidays with their cousins and aunts and uncles (aka your friends and their kids)
Any occasion y’all can find to get together and make some food and spend time together is always one you’ll take
You have little parties and get togethers and cookouts for every occasion you can think of
No matter where you go, there’s always vibrancy and life and togetherness
Sometimes other neighbors and friends will pop by with their kids too
You’ve become the family in the neighborhood that anyone can go to
And that’s something you take pride in
It’s rubbing off on the kids too
Their teachers have told you time and time again that they’re always the first to invite kids who are by themselves to play
To make sure no one gets left out
All your hard work
All the sacrifices are paying off
Because you and your friends are determined to be the first generation of demigods to not only live to adulthood
Not only build lives
But stick together
You’re creating such a tight knit community
A family of other demigods
You’re sticking together
Chiron has been praying for times like this for as long as he can remember
And he’s reminded that all the hard work and suffering and sacrifice are paying off too
He knows every time he shows up for someone’s birthday party or some minor holiday get together
Half of you and your friends kids call him grandpa
He’s waited so long to see the demigods he trains live long enough to have kids
He never could have imagined being a part of their lives too
All around, things really turned out better than any of you could have expected
But you still think nothing can top sunday morning breakfasts
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