hai! do ya have any little!grace with cg!leon headcanons? no worries if not >_<
ouughhhh thank you so much for asking !! i’ve never really put my grace & leon thoughts together so this is a little rambley and meandering, hope that’s alright :3
it really starts because after years of therapy and a stern talking to from the mrs, leon has been learning to be more communicative with the people he cares about. he’ll text grace a lot just to let her know he’s there, little things like ‘hey kiddo, you hanging in there?’ and ‘how’s emily liking school? you’ve been doing really good with her, kid’.
he becomes a very parental figure without even really meaning to, he just cares a lot about her. he feels protective over grace in a way he hasn’t felt for many people in his life; people like ashley, sherry, probably even helena a little bit. subconsciously grace is just immediately daughter shaped lol.
grace has been regressing since her moms murder. it’s almost always involuntarily and when she’s alone it’s not a fun experience. when leon comes around it gets a lot better. leon is always telling grace he’s seen a lot and nothing she can do or tell him will shock him and she believes him. it’s easy for her to trust leon so she finds herself sometimes easing a little more comfortably into regression when he’s around.
she’s a tactile kiddo but entirely on her own terms. she might climb into leon’s lap but that is not an invitation for leon to touch; in fact, if grace wants leon to touch she usually just picks his hand up and plops it on her head so he’ll run his fingers through her head and massage the back of her neck like he does sometimes. she’s just a kid who knows exactly how she wants things and when she’s fully comfortable with someone she’s not afraid to assert that. she’s even asked leon to change shirts before when she wanted a cuddle but didn’t like the texture against her cheek, she’s particular but leon is indulgent and also very understanding.
grace brought a wii to leon’s place that she set up in the living room, sometimes they play games together but for the most part grace makes leon sit o mf he couch while she goes ‘watch this!’ all while facing away from him and fully blocking the tv. he watches anyway because it makes grace smile when she turns around and he’s still got eyes on her.
she’s got a yellow switch lite with stickers, a glittery case, and fun little accessory thumb grips. a favorite pastime of hers is folding herself into the corner of the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest and playing for houuuurrrrs, leon makes it his mission to cut her screen time in half.
when she’s not playing on some console of hers she likes legos but only big huge sets that take her a few days to complete. leon’s kitchen and or coffee table are almost always being dominated by a half finished lego set.
she doesn’t have a lot of little gear but she does have specific clothes she enjoys when she’s small. she sleeps in one of leon’s stolen t-shirts and holds a build a bear she’s partial to, whenever she packs a bag to go to leon’s her bab is with her and she’s gotten it a little esa collar.
sometimes grace gets in clingy moods where she follows leon around his apartment no matter what he’s doing or just wants to sit with him. she’ll does it so often he got a second chair to set at his office desk so she can sit next to him and color and doesn’t have to be in his lap the whole time. on mornings leon when she’s feeling a little smaller he’ll ask her if she’s feeling like a little duckling today and she loves it but when she’s bigger she’s like ‘no that’s lame…’ while still following after him.
in public you can tell when grace is tiny because she’ll grip onto his shirt for dear life since she’s iffy about when she wants to hold hands.
once she’s fully comfortable grace is not only sassy but she can talk soooo much about every little thing. when she’s little leon has to accompany her to certain tasks to make sure she actually does them and doesn’t forget or get distracted. he’ll send her to get ready for bed and find her talking to her plush about some random thing she’s been really into lately.
ft . leon kennedy , claire redfield , jill valentine , and chris redfield
🏷️ . . platonic relationships , sfw age regression , gn reader , baby regressed reader
𐔌 claire redfield
‘ awe you’re okay kiddo, you’re alright ’ claire spoke gently as she wiped tears from your face with the edge of her sleeve. her fingers swept over your forehead as she pushed aside your hair, tucking it behind your ear before running soothing fingers over your scalp. claire began to sway as she murmured little nothings to you; fun facts and little anecdotes. after a while her fingers stopped their gentle run through your hair and you whined pitifully. ‘ oh , baby , were you enjoying that ? i’ll keep going kiddo , i got you ’
𐔌 leon kennedy
‘ you’re breaking my heart , sweetheart , ’ leon spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear him where you’d pressed yourself into the crook of his neck. his arms were solid and strong as they held you up and it was easy to drown everything out except the soundtrack of leon’s low hushing as he rocked you slowly and alternated between patting your back and rubbing it soothingly. at some point he’d started humming and it was easy to forget what you’d been upset about in the first place. when leon moved to set you down you clung tighter , earning a huff of laughter from him as he patted your back to settle you again. ‘ alright , kid , you can stay with me a little longer ’
𐔌 chris redfield
‘ what’s all this crying for , huh? you’re fine squirt, ’ one moment you’d been uncomfortably warm, still half swaddled from your nap, and the next you’d been freed from your blankets and lifted from your sleep warm bundle. there was something immediately calming about being held in familiar arms but after the the shock had worn off your frustration had come back at once, chris was quick to begin a slow bouncing motion as he walked you around in meandering circles. you settled slowly, still gripping tight to his t-shirt and refusing to be put down. once you’d calmed enough chris began poking at your sides until you giggled he pressed a kiss to the side of your head ‘ there’s a smile , hi there baby ’
𐔌 jill valentine
‘ poor kid , c’mere , ’ it was silly to be crying but you were so frustrated and overstimulated, you couldn’t help it when tears gathered and spilled without permission which only frustrated you more. in no time at all jill had you on her hip as she led you to the kitchen, setting you down on the counter and promising she’d be right back. she returned with cold water in your favorite sippy cup, mopping the tears from your face before helping you drink; she reminded you to take slow sips and only smiled when you pouted. ‘ you feeling better , bud? ’ she asked when you’d finished half your cup. ‘ words can be hard , i know kid, it’s okay ’
authors note ノ wHoa.. . whit writes x reader .. that never happens : oo seriously i never write x reader but it was calling to me !! hope this is good ?! feel like reader insert doesn’t come super easily to me but im going to try !! hope some teeny tiny baby regressor finds this and feels comforted :3
for this board i debated going full pink, glitter, and sparkles but i feel like with girldad ethan is so beyond cozy and mellow. all your story books are well worn from countless story times, you have a collection of patchwork quilts and knitted throws, ethan’s favorite pastime with you is brushing your hair and working his fingers through little catches and tangles. he also selfishly enjoys when you can’t sleep or have a bad dream because he’ll hold you and sway you in a gentle rocking motion and mumble little sweet nothings until you’re asleep against his shoulder. you guys go to antique malls and farmers markets together and meander for hours before you get tired and he hikes you up onto his hip. whenever you do something out of your comfort zone — even if it’s just trying a new food — he says what a brave girl you are. his compliments are almost always about your character and he’s really big on kindness and manners. ugh…. Save me girldad ethan
i was fleshing out leons lore for a fic and using bits of his canon backstory as a basis and in the process i created an oc that is sooooo mama , i love her so so much
(cg/s) aeon & (little) grace ashcroft (fic)
after a nightmare, ada and leon visit the ashcroft household to make sure their little girl is okay.
a/n: 1776 words & barely proofread. i <3 found family
It's 3am when Leon's phone starts ringing, and he has years of mandated therapy to thank for his ability to resist the urge to throw it out the window. It's his personal phone, so the world isn't ending again just yet, but there's only one person who'd call him at 3am, and that makes the matter just as urgent.
He somehow manages to click the accept call button, before grunting, "Grace? You alright?"
There's no response for a moment, until she whimpers, "Leon?"
"That's me, kid. What's goin' on?"
For once, he's thankful that his wife is such a light sleeper, already blinking awake from the sound of his voice. She doesn't even bother with putting in her contacts, sliding on her glasses while Leon sets the call to speaker phone.
"I just— I had a n-nightmare, and you were there, and you were hurt, and— I-I just needed to make sure you're okay, and that you aren't hurt, 'cause it'd be my fault all over again, and—"
"Shh, shh… calm down, sweetheart," Ada interrupts, gently. "Leon's right here, he's okay, it was just a dream."
The younger woman doesn't respond, breaths hitching as she sobs. It's not the first time she's called after a nightmare, far from it, but it's rare for her to be this distraught in the aftermath. It might have been worse than usual, but maybe there's something more going on; he's just not quite sure what that something is.
"It was so r-real, and it was so scary, and I…"
"Would you feel better if you saw him in person? Even if it would only help a little bit."
It takes him a few groggy seconds to understand why she emphasizes the word little, a few steps ahead of him as always. While Ada isn't always the most emotionally observant person out there, she has some form of 6th sense for when Grace is feeling small. She almost always knows before Leon, and sometimes, she'll even realize before Grace does herself.
"Be honest, Grace. Don't worry about disturbing us, or anything like that," Leon adds, stretching his aching arms. Even if they don't visit, he's not getting back to sleep any time soon.
"I…um…yes, please?"
"Of course, kid. We'll even stay on the phone while we drive, if you want."
Ada rolls her eyes, already halfway through getting changed, "Let me rephrase that, we'll stay on the phone while I drive."
"N-no, that's okay. I'm all sweaty and icky and gross, I want to have a shower."
"Sure, but keep your phone nearby, just in case. I'll message you when we're outside, okay?"
"'Mkay… I'll see you soon."
There's not much for them to bring with them, because Grace is insistent that she doesn't need anything for when she's small, and what she does own is kept at her apartment. Knowing Ada, she's looking for a book or three to read to her, while he looks for the pair of jeans he's left their keys in this time.
For the first few months, Grace was too scared to call him whenever this kind of thing happened, worried that he would judge her for needing support. He didn't find out until one of her worst nights, when the memories became too much and Emily called him in a panic, her adopted mother dissociating on their kitchen floor. He stayed on the phone with them for hours, reassuring Emily that everything was okay, and speaking to Grace until she was a bit more lucid.
The next morning, he made Grace promise to call whenever she needs to talk, come rain or shine. If he's busy, or if she'd prefer to talk to someone else, she has Ada's personal number as well. He doubts she calls every time she wants to, but she is (usually) an adult who can make her own decisions.
It's easier now that Grace and Emily aren't living in the Midwest anymore, and visiting her only takes a thirty minute drive instead of an eleven hour road trip. With Ada's general disregard for mundanities like speed limits and the law, tonight, that thirty minutes is cut down to just over fifteen.
"I'll check on Emily when we get inside," Ada murmurs, typing out a message on her phone. "If Grace woke up screaming again, it would have scared her too."
Grace's apartment is a dime-a-dozen flat in the suburbs, intentionally inconspicuous. The only stand-out detail is her high-tech security system, and the multi-lock deadbolt in her door. Leon and Ada do have their own keys for emergencies like this, but she prefers to unlock the door for them herself, so they wait for her outside.
When the door does open, Leon barely manages to take two steps inside before Grace throws herself into his arms. Ada cooes at the sight, stroking through her frizzy hair before sneaking past to check on Emily.
"Dad…!" Grace whines, burying her face in his collar. She has to stand on her tippy-toes to reach, trembling from the effort and her lingering anxiety.
It's not the first time she's called him dad, but it is rare, unless she's half-asleep or feeling younger than usual. It might be a bit of both, but with how clingy she's acting tonight, he's leaning towards the latter. Poor girl.
"Shh, it's okay. Dad's here, Grace, we're all safe," Leon murmurs. "Why don't we go and sit down for now, okay?"
The poor girl shakes with every step they take, gripping Leon's hand for dear life as they make their way into the living room. It's only a few meters from the door, but she collapses onto the sofa like she'd run a marathon, whining as Leon pulls her into his arms again.
"I was so scared… it all felt so real, and I woke up, and it was so dark—"
He cuts in, "Let's stop thinking about that for now, okay? You don't want to work yourself up all over again."
Grace leans in close, enough for him to flinch as her cold nose presses against his neck, nails digging into his back as she clutches at his shirt. She calms down quickly, after that; it only takes a few minutes for her to start dozing off, slowly leaning more and more of her weight onto him. It reminds him of Sherry, who can be lulled to sleep in minutes with just a few headpats, even now that she's an adult.
The same concept might work with her, and it's a theory worth testing, he decides, brushing his fingers gently through Grace's wavy tangles.
"Your hair is getting long, isn't it? I didn't think you liked it touching the back of your neck."
"Mhm… I hate going to hairdressers even more though... Too noisy."
"You should get Ada to trim it for you in the morning. I'd offer to do it myself, but I couldn't even make my own hair look decent if I tried."
She blinks at him slowly, like a sleepy kitten, "I know. I've seen photos of you in your 30s."
If it wasn't for Leon's military training, he doubts he would've been able to stop himself from laughing. She's a bit… blunt, in the way all kids are, but she's not wrong. Ada must have showed her photos of him in New York, her favorite section to laugh about from her paparazzi photo album.
"Well, aren't you two looking cozy," Ada says, appearing so abruptly that Grace jolts in surprise. He hadn't noticed her arrival either, and knowing Ada, that was an entirely intentional choice.
"Mama? Um, uh, I mean—" Grace flusters, red to her ears. She tries to hide her face against Leon's shoulder again, but Ada doesn't let her, pinching at her cheek affectionately.
"Darling, I've said it before, but you can call me whatever you want. I'm not going to force you, but if you want me to be your mama, then I'll be your mama."
"B-but, it's embarrassing…"
"Sweetheart, you find everything embarrassing," Ada deadpans.
For a split second, Grace looks like she wants to disagree, only to quickly think otherwise. All Leon can do is pat her shoulder in sympathy.
"Now that's out of the way, it's bed time, kiddo. I know you had a nightmare, but that doesn't mean you get to stay up all night. So, do you want to sleep out here, or do you want to go back into your room?"
"She's acting all strict and mean now," Leon stage-whispers, "But, I'm sure if you ask nicely, she might read to you, or maybe even let you put a movie on."
"Leon, stop giving away my secrets. He's right, though."
Grace thinks about it for a moment, "Umm… can we watch a movie in my room, please?"
"Sure thing, darling."
Before Grace can even start to stand, Ada's already swooping in to carry her instead. Ada's build is deceptively muscular, even now that she's mostly retired, and Grace is barely 120 pounds soaking wet, so it's not a difficult 30 or so step journey to her bed. Better yet, unlike her strangely uncomfortable Ikea couch, Grace's bed is overly large for one person, and unreasonably comfortable.
"So," he starts, reaching for the TV remote. "What are we watching? Power Rangers? That one David Attenborough documentary about the plants? Pokémon?"
"Leon, it's 2027. There's more than one David Attenborough documentary about plants. Be specific."
"Oh, um. I was re-watching How to Train Your Dragon with Emily earlier, but I fell asleep pretty early. Can we watch that?"
"As long as it's not the sequel, because that one makes your mama cry." Leon teases.
"Please, like you weren't bawling your eyes out too."
"Oh, it's the original, I don't like the other ones either," Grace replies. Leon chooses not to comment on Ada's visible relief at that statement.
"You're a good kid, Gracie. Now, get over here; I want baby cuddles too."
She ends up lying in between them, tucked under far too many blankets to be comfortable, with her head resting on Ada's shoulder. Despite her best efforts to stay awake, she falls asleep before Toothless even shows up on screen. Leon and Ada are quick to follow suit.
When he wakes up a few hours later, Emily is sprawled across all three of them, drooling on Grace's stomach and smothering Ada with her teddy bear. He does think, just for a second, that he should rectify that last part. Unfortunately for his wife, he falls asleep again before he can.
thank you for reading all nearly 1.8k words of my mama ada agenda. i love aeon as cgs and i love little grace... Ugh so cute.
do you think sherry continues to write claire semi-regular letters even after they’re able to reunite under more normal circumstances? do you think claire gets sherry’s bi-weekly life update via letter in the mail with little hearts, smileys, and flowers doodled on the envelope and smiles to herself? do you think claire makes sure to send sherry a text that says ‘got your letter, kiddo! be safe out there and don’t forget to come visit’? do you think she follows up by tacking on a little ‘love you!’???? do you think claire has saved every single letter she’s ever been sent and has a little epistolary of the life of sherry birkin????
i feel like there’s not enough uncle chris in the world because there’s no shot claire doesn’t mention her kid at least once during every single one of their conversations; there’s even less of a shot that chris redfield — who is protective to a fault — does not immediately consider sherry part of their little pack. during the time they’re separated i just know so many of claire’s letters had little lines like: ‘chris swears he’s going to take you fishing one day’ and ‘chris tried to teach me guitar but it never stuck, he said he’d love to teach you a few chords!’ and of course, the occasional note scribbled in the bottom corner, written by chris himself, that just says something like ‘hey kiddo!’ With a silly face drawn next to it. not to mention claire definitely talks chris up soooo much, that’s her big brother! she tells sherry all sorts of stories. when sherry meets chris for the first time in person she gives him the biggest hug in the world, sherry tears up and chris has to tell her to quit it or he’ll cry.
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