#leon kennedy x ashley graham

[kv4z4r3]

She asked for one date without zombie apocalypse, he said no with a heart

[pinkertinn]

Two updates in One week! We’re honestly going for 3!

Starting a new job on Monday, and trying to vibe through this - hope you enjoy it!

[zandiiangelspit]

I LOVE YOUR ASHLEY N LEON ART SM

ITN MAKES ME SO HAPPY AAA 😭💖

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! ;W; ♡♡♡

I'm obsessed with them and they deserve happiness and love always ♡♡♡

Tired anxious man but he always indulges his lady, always has time for her ♡

[90sbee]

The patrol is over

Leon S. Kennedy x Ashley Graham

2k words. Also on ao3

As Leon and Ashley await for the helicopter to take them to safety, Leon is slowly spiralling, full of concern still. It is then that a ghost from his past decides to visit him.

What can I say, I had this idea already and then I saw Leshley Week... It was like the perfect excuse to write and post this one. Also this fic is quite silly but, hey, I love writing Leon's pov. Also @lightning-hawke is a sweetheart and she made sure that this was readable. Everybody please thank you to this brave soldier who had to face my 3am delusional writing.

Content: All Leon's pov, angsty and sad but also. Cathartic. Ash is asleep the whole time cos baby needed a nap after all that. Spooning, protective!Leon.

Warnings: Hallucinations, anxiety. Mention of guns, knives, zombies. Sleep deprivation. And I think that's it? Yeah, this is actually SFW, for once, haha.

It’s been three hours. Maybe four. Perhaps five.

Leon can’t sleep. He has tried it, though, but his body is still running on adrenaline and anxiety and he doubts that he will actually get some rest today.

Whatever. He has had it worse.

Ashley is passed out on the bed, curled up into herself, softly snoring. Leon blinks, trying to keep his eyes open. Even if his body is exhausted, his mind is still rushing through all the different scenarios in which this could still go wrong, heart rattling inside his chest.

What if Luis was wrong? What if the Plagas is still inside them? What if he ends up falling asleep, body going slump on this old chair and when he wakes up, he has hurt her?

God. Such idea gives him goosebumps, and he sits even farther from the bed.

What if instead, it is her? What if Ashley opens her eyes and tries to attack him?

Leon eyes the knife on the nightstand, the guns on the floor.

He knows he wouldn’t use any weapon against her, anyway. But if she hurt anyone, he’d be responsible.

God. Fuck responsibilities and guilt. It would’ve meant he had failed.

His blood runs cold then.

A failure. Assigned on what was, probably, the most important mission in his life. The president’s daughter involved, and what was supposed to be one of the top agents in the country, ruining everything. Returning a shadow of a woman, a timebomb.

Leon hides his face in his hands for a while, trying to catch his breath.

He knows he is spiralling.

He has to keep some faith: faith in Ashley, faith in Luis.

In himself, even if he is not used to it.

He looks at her, pursing his lips.

She breathes so calmly. Expression soft, features finally having some well-deserved rest. She is so gorgeous too. A soul too kind for him. He feels guilty for refusing to accept her proposal, though he is aware that being her bodyguard would have never actually been possible.

He blushes slightly, knowing that she at least wanted his company for a little longer. Maybe he is not so useless after all. She had also asked him to hold her to sleep, but he had simply shaken his head. “You’ll be fine, I promise. You’ll probably have a better rest taking up the whole bed”.

He sighs, crossing his arms. Leon is not sure how long it will take until the helicopter arrives. He hopes it is soon, because his head hurts and he feels hungry but he can’t leave her side and he definitely doesn’t trust the police officers next door.

No, scratch that.

He wishes the helicopter never arrives.

Because that means it is all over.

His gaze softens as he looks at her, feeling his heart pulling at its strings. For a moment, he considers it. A life with her. Visiting her at the White House. Maybe indeed fighting to accept the bodyguard position, his hand on her back as he keeps her safe once more, the sound of her laugh. The idea of getting acquainted with her shampoo brand, learning her favourite colour, kissing her forehead.

He is spiralling again, but this time in a more dangerous direction. Leon cracks his knuckles, yawning.

There is no point into wasting time thinking of all this. He can’t afford to lose footing in reality. And the reality is forcing him to remember that only a few hours they had both been fighting a Plagas, and he can’t be completely sure that the coast is clear. The mission isn’t over until she is back home, until they both reach American ground.

His foot starts hitting the floor quickly, as his headache gets even worse. He has to keep himself awake, he can’t lose focus.

At any given point Ashley could wake up and look at him with those soft doe eyes and ask anything, anything from him and, god, he’d give her the world, but first… But first he has to make sure that they’re both safe.

She’s make him feel like a worthy prince.

He can’t lose the princess for being careless.

He feels thirsty but he doesn’t even want to move his eyes away from her. His heart picks up when he thinks her chest stops moving up and down, but he realises it is his mind playing tricks on him as she sighs again.

Fuck. He is really losing his shit. He’s been trained for this crap. He barely sleeps anyway.

He curses in a whisper and looks down, grabs the water bottle next to his foot and sits down again.

That’s when he notices there is someone else in the room.

How? How would that be possible? There is no fucking way. It takes him just a second to fucking comprehend what is going on, but in an instant he has his knife on his fist, standing up as he approaches the figure, ready to attack the stranger.

The knife doesn’t hit anything.

Leon stills his movements then, realising that he recognises the face in front of him: the dirty-bloodied uniform, the stupid toothy smile, the look of hope in his eyes.

It’s him. The ghost of his younger version, the one from Raccoon City, stands before him.

“Fuck off,” Leon groans. He knows now that he is hallucinating. “Go away,” he pleads, in a growl, sitting down once more. His fucking head feels like about to explode.

“Buddy, I don’t think I’m going anywhere,” answers the more excitedly voice.

Leon considers replying, but he doesn’t want to wake Ashley up. The poor thing has already gone through too much, the least she needs at the moment is the man that is supposed to keep her safe having a full-on discussion with himself.

Fucking insane. He hides his face in his hands.

It’s not the first time it’s happened, that’s for sure. He’s gone through it all: hallucinations for being sleep-deprived, sleep paralysis after the most excruciating missions.

Most of the times it’s not even monsters, or zombies. Most times it’s people he knew: Annette, Ada a couple of times too. Last time it was Marvin, his body bloody and his eyes white as he swears he could hear his cries of pain still.

He wonders if maybe Luis will join as well, sometime, another painful reminder of his failures.

But himself? This was new.

“What the fuck do you want?” he mumbles. It Is stupid, Leon knows that. But perhaps by talking to this ghost of himself he could get rid of it faster, make sure he can go back to guard Ashley.

“Heh, I think it is obvious what you want,” the high-pitched voice replies. Leon looks up a moment, seeing the rookie sitting on the floor next to the bed, pointing at Ashley.

“Very funny,” Leon groans.

“What? Are you gonna deny it? I’m literally you.”

“Just, shut up.”

Surprisingly, that works. When Leon looks up once more, the figure isn’t there. He yawns, rubbing his temple. Maybe he is gone, for real. Maybe his mind will stop playing tricks on him now. He resumes his watch, his whole attention directed towards Ashley.

He is not even sure what time it is now, but he hopes it won’t be too long. At this point, he is being more of a nuisance than an actual help, a real protection for her. He knows he will have to sleep soon.

Not yet, though. Not fucking yet. He has to fucking hold on, try to keep it together.

“Hey, maybe you should get some actual sleep,” the voice suddenly interrupts him, now coming from next to him.

Leon almost stumbles from his chair, heart racing.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he half-shouts, and immediately purses his lips, embarrassed.

The rookie, the fucking rookie, sitting down next to him.

“Sorry, just trying to help,” he mumbles.

Leon shakes his head. He doesn’t want to say anything else. He is sure he almost woke Ashley up. He decides to acknowledge this presence, since it is becoming quite clear that it is not leaving for now.

“What do you want? Don’t fucking say Ashley, I swear to God,” he whispers, ashamed.

“Well, you’re the one that should know that. Your brain is literally hallucinating me at this point.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. I can’t sleep yet,” he replies, crossing his arm as he stands up, trying to walk around the room a little, forcing his body not to pass out.

“You look incredibly nervous, dude,” his younger version chuckles, seemingly amused.

“I’m not.”

“Why are you walking around, then?”

“Well, someone has to make sure the president’s daughter doesn’t die on my watch. I’d say that’s some pretty big responsibility,” his heart is about to get out of his chest, and he is sweating.

The headache is now deeper, more annoying.

“She is safe now, Jesus Christ. Give yourself some credit, man.”

“She is not,” Leon suddenly replies.

“She is. Don’t you trust Luis? Do you think he would have lied to you?”

That does stop him in his tracks. Perhaps the rookie has a point. Leon nods, slowly. In the darkness of the room, he looks at his arms. The veins are normal still. He hasn’t had any weird visions since they got the Plagas expelled.

Well, except for the unpleasant vision that his own mind conjures. Maybe even more annoying than Lord Saddler’s ones.

He doesn’t acknowledge the rookie, though, but he comes back to sit on the chair.

“How many hours has it been now?” this ghost insists.

“I dunno.”

“You do know.”

God. He didn’t remember his younger voice being that annoying. Leon inhales, trying to calm himself down.

“Five hours,” he replies after a moment.

“If any of you were still infected, don’t you think the Plagas would have acted up by now? Also, Lord Saddled is dead now. There is no one controlling the Plagas now. All the Ganado died, remember?”

Leon hates that the little kid is right.

“I guess that’s true,” Leon admits.

The rookie laughs.

“She is fine. You don’t need to keep watching over her like a creep. I mean, not that we are being creepy…”

Leon interrupts himself: “Just go to the point, man”.

The rookie looks up at him, glittering eyes full of hope and a gentle small on his face.

“Look, I thought I was the rookie here, but you’re being a whole amateur now,” he stands up, in silence. “The patrol is over, rookie”.

Leon looks at himself. That shadow of himself, too full of hope and of light. He blinks, still processing the rookie’s words… His own words, echoing from and inside his head.

The patrol is over.

Fuck.

He slumps on the chair, eyes welling up with tears. For a moment, he lets himself cry in silence, under the soft sound of Ashley’s breathing. He breaks down a little, feels pity for himself, as well as relief. He dries off his tears with his palm, trying not to be too much of a mess in case she wakes up. He should be strong still. He needs to be.

By now, the headache is unbearable and his eyes hurt, a combination of exhaustion and the tears. But he knows it’s true: they’re both safe. He saved her. Ashley is safe. And even if he can’t have her, if this story ends in a few hours, he can still breathe without regrets. He can even make sure that their last memories together are something pleasant, something nice and comforting.

Leon tries to calm his breathing. He looks up, still curious as to whether the old presence is still there, but not anymore.

No more ghosts in the room. Just Ashley and him now.

With heavy steps he moves towards the bed, dizzy by now. He lies down on the bed and allows himself to breathe against Ashley’s shoulder, timidly holding her from behind. He grips her body close to his, knowing this is the only and last time he’ll have this chance. And even if she is half-asleep, Ashley sighs, content on her sleep, as Leon closes his eyes, finally allowing himself to rest.

The patrol is over and so is their story. But for a while, they can still lie close together, in the dark. Both finally safe, at last.

My brain actually wanted to be mean and make it Marvin instead of Rookie Leon but you know what. I don't need to break my heart like that SO much. Let Leon be angry at himself, it's fun, lol.

[xxresi-rotxx]

Hy can I ask you a Leon x Ash fic. Fluffy. smuth and maybe some love or obsession.

Thanks. I have no rush... Only if you want and can't.

Joy

Kisses

Hello hello!! Of course you can!😘

I’m gonna say this is fluff☁️& angst⛈

(I’m going to kind of chop up bits & pieces of Re4 to fit this story better so if you’re thinking “that’s not how it happened, you’re probably right lmao)

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Leon had been trailing Ashley for a little over ten minutes, completely unbeknownst to her.

‘Where is she going?’ The agent thought to himself.

Overall his mission had been going relatively good. His sole purpose was to save the President’s daughter; his top priority being her & her alone. He was keeping her safe. Which all things considered wasn’t very easy to do in this hellscape, so why would she try and lose him?

All of the sudden Ashley stopped walking, now was his chance. If he approached her too quickly she’d run, but if he snuck up behind her she’d probably scream and alert every other creature around of their location.

Leon slowly got behind Ashley, and in one quick motion put his hand over her mouth and his other arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t panic, it’s me.” He whispered against her ear.

Ashley turned her head slightly and visibly relaxed when she saw Leon.

“You do know I’m trying to help you right? Where is it you’re planning to go?” The agent questioned.

He let go of Ashley and went to stand in front of her now; being certain he wouldn’t let her get away this time.

“I know you got infected.”

“And? I promise you that won’t affect your safet-”

“My safety? Do you not get it Leon?! You’re infected! Who knows what that thing will do to you; how long you have until it does? I’ve gotten us no closer to getting out of here than when you first found me.”

The gears in Leon’s head started turning. Was this why she ran away? She feels guilty. Leon let his body relax a little; knowing this, he didn’t think she’d run away again.

“Ashley-”

“No Leon, call of your mission. You need to get help before whatever that is takes over.”

She was staring him down now, arms crossed over her chest. The President could have warned him about how stubborn she was.

For a split second, she reminded him of himself. The amount of survivors guilt he felt after raccoon city was overwhelming. He’d have to try a different approach to get her to come with him. Survivors guilt wasn’t easily talked away. He’d make a mental note to talk to her about it later.

“Don’t bother Leon, take out your little phone and call off your mission.”

Leon took a slow step closer to Ashley.

“Do you really think I’m going to do that?”

Another step.

“Did you really think you’d get away from me? I’ve been behind you the whole time and will be if you try it again. I’m not returning to your father empty handed Ashley.”

Another step, this one resulting in Ashley backing herself up against a tree.

“Besides,” Leon caged Ashley in, placing both of his hands against the tree “wouldn’t you rather spend time with me now? I’m sure I won’t be as nice of a person once this infection takes over.”

“Scare tactics won’t work on me Leon, believe it or not you’re probably the least scary thing here.” She said looking up at him.

Leon held her eye contact for another minute before backing off the tree.

“I know what you’re feeling Ashley, trust me I do. And as much as I’d like to help you, right here right now really isn’t the place.”

Ashley glanced around at the dark patch of forest they were in; anything could be around them.

“I’m not the only one here who got infected, wouldn’t it be smarter for us to stick together?”

Leon could tell he was starting to get through to her, he silence was an indication of that.

“Trust me?” Leon held his hand out for her, waiting for her to take it.

“Completely.” Ashley responded, grabbing onto Leon’s hand.

“Good.” The agent responded. His grip on her hand tightening, hers doing the same. “Stay with me this time, we’ll have a lot to talk about once we make it out.”

[spider-jaysart]

Leashely💖

[kaye-kaye-kaye]

You can pry Leon Kennedy x Ashley Graham out of my cold dead hands.

[red-chambers]

"I knew you'd be fine if you landed on your butt."

I just finished the OG RE4 for the first time and I ship these two so hard.

[forgetminot]

heeeeey, can u writer something for leon x ashley?? maybe after re4 or one of them is hurt plss i would like to read!! thanks

Be Careful

~ Leon Kennedy x Ashley Graham ~

[ Warnings ; Injury (small impalement) , heights, blood, fluff. ]

A/N ; I once again want to thank you all for the support on my two previous Leon fics!! I honestly didn't expect them to get read. As for this fic, it can be read as platonic or romantic whichever you'd prefer . I hope this is okay! I wasn't sure where to go with this, so it's based on a prompt line!

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Prompt/Drabble idea ; “Why is it only you who gets into situations like these?”

"Slowly and carefully over these planks Ashley, it's not stable." She nods, holding her arms out at her sides to help keep her balance. She watches Leon's every move, stepping exactly where he steps. "Just a little further." Leon holds out his hand once he has crossed the old platform safely, waiting for Ashley to do the same. Crack. "Ashley!"

"Leon!" She screams as her foot slips from under her, multiple planks beginning to snap.

"Stay there, don't move, I'll find another way to you!" Ashley nods looking down at the gigantic drop below her. She shouldn't move, she knows that she should listen to Leon and stay put, but who knows how long it will be until he gets to her.

"You can do this!" She whispers to herself quietly. Taking a deep breath she begins to pull herself up from where she's hanging, grabbing onto anything she possibly can to help. She's closer to the beginning of the platform than she is to the end, so, she decides to head back the way she came; following the same steps she took on her way across, hoping they will be sturdy enough to not drop her too her painful demise. "Slowly and Carefully." She says to herself, repeating Leon's earlier words. It's working, at least it seems to be, that is until she hears multiple snapping sounds from under her.

"Ashley run!" She looks up to see Leon, who is standing at the edge of the platform panic covering his face. It's all a complete blur as she sprints her way to safety, she doesn't even feel the small piece of splintered wood pierce into her skin above her ankle. But that doesn't matter right now, not at that moment, she made it. She made it back to safety and back to Leon. "I thought I told you to stay put." He's angry, Ashley can see it in his eyes, but he's also relieved.

"Sorry..." She winces, glancing down at her injured ankle. "Leon!" Panic washes over her as she realizes how severe it looks, her breath quickening.

"Hey, look at me." Leon places his hand gently on her shoulder, soothing Ashley and calming her down. “Why is it only you who gets into situations like these?” he questions, moving his hand down to her ankle. She smiles through the pain, looking up at Leon.

"I really don't know." Leon studies her injury closely, trying to figure out what the safest thing to do would be.

"I can't remove the wood, we have no idea how deep it's gone into your skin." Ashley hisses as Leons fingers graze over the wound. "Sorry" he breathes softly.

"What can you do?" She questions.

"I might be able to splint your ankle for support, but right now i need to wrap it with something to slow the bleeding." Leon's eyes scan the environment, looking for anything to help stop the bleeding.

"Will this do?" Ashley asks, undoing her scarf from around her neck and handing it to Leon. He smiles, taking the scarf from Ashley's hand and carefully applying it round her ankle. Leon steps back holding out his hand for her to take, which she does.

"C'mon, let's get you home safe."

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[kormiato]

this is Luis and Leon. Or maybe Ashley and Leon. That was the first thoughts when I saw this post.

we were talking about cats in the vc today

[kv4z4r3]

Tasting her blood

Based on new re4r romantic skins :)

[pinkertinn]

The chapter that is explicit.

Just fine, indeed Leon.

[zandiiangelspit]

Happy Vendetta Leon and Ashley, my beloveds~ ♡

He could wear anything and she’d still be a happy wife~ 

[tappioca]

when saddler starts popping off in the village group chat

(based off this meme)

[ashleykennedysblog]

Omg i would fall in love too if I was Ashley 🫣💅🏻💕 his smile is so cute 🤭

Ashley's POV of Leon, chapter 6:

Bonus: Ashley's POV of Leon in distress:

Bonus x2: Mendez's POV of Leon looking like a literal ant compared to him:

[a11ia]

Claire being that who bought him his jacket on r4!!

Oh the moment he comes back and tells her he lost the jacket he’s screw. Besides that jacket it’s soo cool deffo Claire’s choice. And his casual outfit with the blue jacket match’s with her’s jacket I just know that 🤞