lights, baby, action! - leon kennedy x reader ( oata bonus inspired by chesue)
Leon’s supposedly retired.
Supposedly.
He’s retired at this point, busy playing dress up with your pretty daughter, stubble grown out and though his body is still fit from working out, he’s nowhere near as nice as his prime — so he says. You find that he looks just as good as before, and considering that CK has just contacted him for an independent shoot, they must think the same.
“Daddy’s going to a shoot.” You bring your daughter in the car, Leon patting her back gently as she stares out the window.
“Guns?”
“Cameras.”
“What for? I thought daddy said he’s done.”
“This one’s for independent work.” Leon hums. “Daddy’s going to be shirtless.”
Your daughter fakes a gag, opting to stare back out the window in the back of the car, huffing.
“As long as no one’s touching him outside of mommy and me.”
Leon’s touched. A LOT. He’s told to change, boxers changed out to the CK one, white shirt pulled over his chest as he gets his makeup done, smiling at you when he catches you staring, straightening back up as the makeup artist scolds him. Same old, same old. It makes you laugh, your daughter sticking her tongue out in your arms, shuddering at his display of affection for you.
“Why does daddy have abs?”
“He works out.” You hum.
“Is daddy doing an underwear shoot?”
“Yeah.” You laugh when Leon meets eyes with you, shaking his head as everyone’s done fussing over him. He steps over, ruffling your daughter’s hair as he hum.
“Does daddy look good?”
“Daddy looks naked.”
“Leona, that’s not nice to say to daddy.” Leon pouts. “You look just like daddy, you know.”
“Yeah, except mommy’s prettier.” She huffs. “Mommy’s just prettier.”
“That’s only because daddy loves me.” You push her hair to the side, kissing her forehead as he hears his name. “Wives loved by their husbands always look better.”
“Well, you must love daddy too since he’s still a model.” Leona stares at Leon’s white shirt. “Are you taking it off?”
“They might make me.”
“You should.” Your lip quirks up teasingly, laughing when Leon leans over Leona to kiss you.
“Ewwwww”
“Kennedy! You’re up next.” One of the interns stop by, Leon reaching for your hand as he takes the two of you to the room, white visible all over as your daughter tilts her head.
“Kennedy?”
“They call daddy by his last name.” You hum. “Ready to see daddy model?”
Leona gets out of your arms to stand, on the side as she watches Leona pose, photographer calling for Leon to change poses, shirt pulled up as Leona tilts her head curiously. She hasn’t seen Leon model ever, now that you think about it. Leon retired to raise her at home with you. It’s incredible what budgeting a supermodel’s salary could do in the long run.
Well, not that brands had ever stopped reaching out.
What could you do? Your husband was just too hot.
Leon reaches for his shirt at the end, pulling it off with a huff as the photographer takes one last shot.
“I think that’s the one.” You tell Leona, letting go of her hand as she runs over to hug Leon.
“There’s my girl.” He lifts her into his arms, humming as she opens her mouth.”
“Leo—“
“Daddy looked really cool. Like. Super cool. I didn’t know daddy used to do that. Is that what modeling is? I thought it was just boring walking on runways.” She huffs. “Can I do that too? Am I allowed to? Am I too young?”
“It’s a risk, baby.” You hum. “Being known to the world is a risk.”
“Is that a no?”
“We can start with few.” Leon nods. “Only with mommy or daddy.”
“Mommy modeled?”
“Modeling is how I met mommy.” He hums. “Showed up looking so pretty our first shoot together.”
“Oh.” Leona pushes her hands over Leon’s mouth, huffing. “I don’t wanna hear it again.”
“You don’t need to.” You press a kiss to her cheek. “Come on. Let’s head back.”
“We’re done?”
“Yes. Let’s get home. What do you want for dinner?”
“I want mommy to make me some eggs.”
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