#ashley x leon

[61a7ax22]

Memories of a ghost

[cupidscrule]

Ashley supremacy 🛐🛐

[saintlopezlov3r]

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Ashley Graham🔅 & Leon Kennedy👮🏻

Resident Evil 4 Remake

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[zandiiangelspit]

I unlocked a secret ending! 

[tyanis]

Poll: Leon x Ashley Ship Names.

So, you guys have a few different ship names floating around now, but I'm curious... which is your favorite? NOT the one you see the most or use the most. But the one most appealing to you?

Here's the three I see used most often...

EagleOne: A relatively new name that combines their code names together. Even has "Leon" in the center.

Leshley: The one I see used the most. Both their names combined.

Ashleon: Another I see a lot. Names combined again but the other way around.

[kv4z4r3]

LESHLEY LESHLEY LESHLEY

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

[sapphire-weapon]

alright, so responses to eagleone as a ship name were pretty positive.

time for us to spread the word and see if we can make this work, because I’m tired of Leon/Ashley content being spread across, like, five different tags. let’s try to unite this ship under just one name and tag.

reblog the hell out of this, tell your friends, drop it in your discords, spam it on Twitter, spam it on TikTok, mention it in the notes of your next fic on AO3

if Leon/Krauser fandom can solidify metaltango, we can do it for our ship, too. I believe in us. let’s get it done.

[savage-rhi]

hey uh .. I saw an Ashley x leon request here and I was wondering if I could request something about them . like imagine if Leon's leg got stuck into a bear trap and he got injured and then they had to find a shelter so he could rest for a while. (make it smutt if you want) but if you want to write something fluff please write something that would give me butterflies. like I just wanna see them literally fall in love thank you :)

Sure thing! Coming right up!

"You're doing great! Keep leaning on me, it's okay." Ashley cheered softly while Leon adjusted his weight against her right side. She felt his left arm tighten around her shoulders. Sensing Leon was still unsteady, Ashley stopped them both from walking further and her right arm wrapped around Leon's waist, giving more support.

"T-thanks," Leon winced. A throbbing pain shot up and down his left leg as it pulsed. He groaned, biting his bottom lip while his face turned red. Leon couldn't recall the last time he was in such misery. Being shot was one thing, he had experienced that time and time again, but getting caught in a bear trap was a whole other game that even a seasoned agent would never get used to.

"I promise this will be over soon," Ashley reassured, and coaxed Leon to continue walking. Words couldn't express the guilt she felt making him go the extra mile, but given who the enemies were, it wasn't safe to be in this area for long. They had to find shelter outside of the village territory. It was the only shot Leon had to recover in peace.

"I should be--the one telling you that," Leon chuckled weakly.

"Sorry to bust your bubble, Mr. Hero." Ashley sighed, shaking her head faintly. She furrowed her brows and focused on their surroundings. "If we go around the outpost, I think we'll be okay."

"Sure," Leon nodded and groaned once more when he felt another wave travel down the wounded leg. He heard Ashley whisper a few apologies, but the rest was a blur while his consciousness began to fade in and out. Despite being patched up, Leon knew he was going into shock. He hoped that Ashley would have the strength to handle it, knowing it was not a matter of if but when at this point.

A few hours came and went, but eventually shelter had been found and Leon had been resting. Ashley sighed while glancing out of the window to the abandoned house they resided at. There was luckily no signs of anyone, let alone infected. She silently prayed to whatever was listening, that this peace would remain.

"If you keep scouting, you'll only get more paranoid." Leon grumbled while stirring from rest. He smiled lopsidedly when Ashley turned her attention to him, looking startled.

"Don't scare me like that." Ashley mocked and made a face. Relief began to make its way upon her expression as her eyes traveled over Leon's leg. She scooted closer to him. "Are you holding up?"

"Barely," Leon mused, lifting the upper half of his body from the floor. His eyes combed over the tattered blankets Ashley had thrown upon him and smiled. "I see me passing out didn't scare you off."

"You'd be wrong there," Ashley sighed with a laugh. "I thought I was going to wet myself when you fell. I thought you died until I found a pulse."

"I'm sorry," Leon said sincerely then offered a shrug. "What can I say, I love being theatrical."

They both laughed at the ridiculous remark. It seemed to be the only thing keeping them alive these days. At least that's how Ashley saw it once the antics died down.

"You okay?" Leon furrowed his brows, noticing Ashley's eyes were on the verge of tears. It was so sudden, he thought it might've been the joke and was about to say an apology until she spoke up.

"The bear trap---it was my fault," Ashley sobbed. "I wasn't paying attention cause we were arguing and---that should've been my leg. You shouldn't have had to--"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." Leon grunted, ignoring the sting in his leg and wrapped his arms around Ashley. He could feel her face nuzzle into the crook of his neck while she cried. Leon's right hand pat the back of her head a few times. He wished he had more energy to offer comfort, but this would have to do.

"It's not your fault Ash," Leon shook his head. "I promise, it wasn't your fault."

"But I--"

"Shh," Leon murmured. "I don't blame you for any of this. It's okay."

"Leon, I don't--"

"Do you trust me?"

Leon felt Ashley nod against him and he smiled. The grip of his embrace grew tighter. There was no way he'd fail the mission, nor would he fail her. It would take more than a bear trap to ensure both their fates.

"Trust me when I say, this wasn't your fault."

The words echoed throughout Ashley's mind as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the hug. The monsters and the creatures that were set on destroying her were far away. All that mattered right now, was that Leon wasn't out of the game. He was alright, and that was enough.

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[61a7ax22]

I love being a multi shipper omg

[phantomfelinelooseart]

Leshley Week Days 6 and 7: Wedding and Free Day

Here's my final piece! I technically was going to send in just the sketch for the wedding, but I figured since I'm going over I'm going to really go all out and make it my free day entry 🥰

[wangjifairy]

♡. like and/or reblog, if u save/use!

♡. créditos não são obrigatórios, mas bem-vindos!

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[flare-queen]

An attempt at Leon and Ashley, something a little formally.

Another dangerous occasion

[zandiiangelspit]

A Greater Memory Of You // Leon x Ashley

A simple seek and secure mission that had become a well of memories, haunting and traumatic but there was still some light in the form of golden hair and baby blue eyes. A rosy smile that kept him sane and grounded through the entire ordeal, made it bearable and something to fight for.

Who knew even during the worst week of your life could you find something so warm and beautiful. Who knew you could find home in a person.

It had been months since the events in Spain, or maybe longer as time began to bleed together. With the mission complete and over, life had returned to normal, or what little normality it seemed to hold these days.

A simple seek and secure mission that had become a well of memories, haunting and traumatic but there was still some light in the form of golden hair and baby blue eyes. A rosy smile that kept him sane and grounded through the entire ordeal, made it bearable and something to fight for.

Who knew even during the worst week of your life could you find something so warm and beautiful. Who knew you could find home in a person.

But now she was home, safe, never to endure such horrors again. Out of harm's way. Returned to her family and was secured from the outside world. It was unlikely she’d ever be alone again, always escorted by her security detail, kept well beyond arm's length for the rest of her life.

He often found himself looking back at the photo of her, once a piece of evidence now a momento he hadn’t the heart to hand in and get rid of. To see her smile again was bitter sweet. It brought him joy but each time the photo reminded him how he’d never see her again. It had never crossed his mind, especially after growing so fond of her, that the possibility of never seeing her once she returned home.

After spending every waking hour with her in mind, having her so close and beside him, learning more about her unbridled spirit and her captivating enthusiasm, to never see it again felt like a piece of him was now missing.

Something about her lifted his spirits, she was everything he never knew he needed. Sure, he has saved people before, stayed in contact with them and felt the relief of a life saved. But Ashley… he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Pining for her.

A knock at the door drew him from his spiral of plaguing thoughts, snapping him out of the daze he often found himself in. Tucking the photo back into his wallet he heaved himself from the chair at his desk.

To his pleasant surprise it was the welcome familiar face of Claire at his door. One of the few people who seemed to pull him back on his feet. Never judging him for taking longer than he needed, knowing the horrors that haunted him as well. Maybe too well, her own experiences are like a creeping shadow on her own mind that she could never fully shake off. She just had a better way of hiding it.

“Hey,” she started, smiling the best she could while seeing the lost look in his eyes, knowing how distant he seemed to be, especially lately, “I know you’re still recovering and taking your time but I thought I’d bring you this..” Offered out to him was a large white box, neatly wrapped with twine and a brown paper envelope tucked in with it.

Furrowing his brow, he looked to Claire with some hesitation, her smile never faltering as she offered it out again to him. “Some M.I.B. looking guy handed it over to me yesterday, so I figured I’d give it to you directly before it gathers dust.”

“Huh, some gift basket ‘thank you’ I see,” he scoffed, taking the box and looking over the envelope for the way his name was written. His eyes softened and his heart nearly skipped a beat. It was handwritten, not typed. Just his first name, no full formal surname or title copied and pasted from a template.

“Oh yeah, sure. Probably some nice soaps or fancy cheese.” She chuckled, stuffing her hands back into her jacket away from the cold. “You get used to it..” Noticing the bewildered look on his face, she smiled to herself. Sure he was stronger and tougher now, but he was still that tender young hopeful man beneath the hardened exterior she had first met.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Claire announced, turning on a heel to leave the porch, knowing well Leon was now distracted. “Take care of yourself, Leon.”

Pulling himself away from the box, she had already taken her leave, looking up just in time to see her wave from the car as she pulled away. His eyes lingered until she was gone from view, dropping his eyes back to the box as he went back inside the apartment.

Setting the box down at his desk, he carefully pulled at the twine string, admiring the bow lovingly placed in the centre. Removing the envelope he studied his name again, a knot twisting in his stomach as he tentatively opened it. The paper inside was pretty and pastel, a border of floral filigree along the edges to frame the delicate handwriting inside. His heart nearly stopping as his eyes scanned the first few words,

“My dear Leon,

I hope this letter finds you well and that you’re happy and safe.

I could never find the words to truly thank you for saving me. Your kindness and devotion mean the world to me.

You mean the world to me.

I miss you…

Thank you again…

Maybe one day we’ll see each other again, I hope every day that we do.

Love,

Ashley

P.S. I hope this fits you. I decided this colour would suit you best, as your loyal stylist.”

He read over the letter a few times, subconsciously sat against the back of the couch, unable to pull himself away from the gift. His eyes kept going back to her name, the way he could see her perfectly even in the way she writes. There was a smile on his lips he hadn’t felt in weeks, not since the last time he saw her. His heart ached and chest grew tight, reading again the last few lines.

“I miss you too,” he quietly murmured to himself in the cold emptiness of his lonely apartment.

Standing up he moved to the box again, gently setting down the letter and lifting off the lid to reveal the tissue wrapped gift inside. Unfolding the soft orange paper, his smile grew and he let out an airy laugh.

Neatly pressed inside was a leather bomber jacket, near identical to his previous one now lost to an abandoned village in Spain. It was cleanly made, fresh and new. The fresh smell of leather and cotton filled the air with a faint scent of perfume. Her perfume. Clearly she had handled it before carefully packing it away, neatly wrapping it herself.

Pulling it out he looked it over adoringly. The lining was tidy and the sheepskin lined collar was soft to the touch. The leather was smooth and expertly tailored, a burnt umber collar with matching cream lining. The buckles were the same, all shiny and fresh, polished to match the brass colour zips.

Unzipping the front, he noticed it had one additional element, a small label beneath its patch of authenticity, a golden colour with dusky purple embroidered writing, adorned with a small heart.

‘My hero, love Ashley’.

His fingers gently brushed over the embroidery, too stunned by the immense care and love she had put into a gift just for him. The fact she has remembered such an insignificant fact about him, something so throw away and trivial in comparison to the greater things at stake.

~

He had briefly mentioned about his jacket while they took a breather one night, gathering their energy to continue through the castle they had unfortunately found themselves.

‘I’d offer you my jacket, however, it seems one of our unwelcome guests has taken a shine to it’. Leon signed, frustrated he couldn’t offer Ashley more comfort from the cold, especially since the rain had picked up and soaked them both.

‘It’s okay, I can manage,’ she smiled, trying her best not to show her trembling body or chattering teeth. Even with her jacket and adrenaline the chill has seemed through to her bones. ‘Could you not get it back?’

He sighed, checking his ammo count for a second time, ‘I would if I could, however I don’t fancy it now it’s burned and covered in gore. Don’t think it’d suit me.’

His smile was sarcastic as he loaded up another mag, her eyes following his hands then back to his face when she realised the jacket was no more. The explosion from his precise aim to a tanker earlier had consumed it along with the hoard they had been escaping.

‘Oh’ she frowned, ‘that sucks…’

‘Yeah, I loved that jacket. Got it with my first paycheque. A long time ago now…’ snapping the mag back into his pistol, he shrugged, ‘anyway, let’s get going. Got more important things to worry about than my choice in fashion.’

‘I’ll get you a new one, we’ll go on a shopping trip when we get home!’

He chuckled, meeting her hopeful expression with a raised brow. ‘A shopping trip? You got it. You can be my stylist.’

Ashley nodded enthusiastically, ‘yes! I mean, who doesn’t love clothes shopping?’

‘I’d happily watch paint dry with you over this hell any day.’ Her expression faltered, a soft flush across her face as she reached for his offered hand to her. Smiling up at him, she nodded shyly as she squeezed his hand, unable to respond to his remark with any kind of composure. It was endearing, how quickly she could go from level headed and confident to shy and hesitant.

Pulling her close to him, Leon smiled, raising her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. ‘But first, let’s get you home and out of the cold.’

~

Raising the jacket to his lips, he pressed his lips to the label, closing his eyes to savour the scent of her on the leather before it faded. Inhaling deeply then slowly releasing. His shoulders relaxed as he looked down onto it again, unable to stop himself from smiling, even though his heart was aching.

“Thank you. Ashley…”

Pulling it on, adjusting the collar and checking the cuffs, he shook his head to himself, impressed with just how perfectly it fit. Of course it did. Ashley has made sure it would. Even without a tape measure and reference, she knew fashion when she saw it. It was clear from her own choice of clothes, expensive and high end, neat and designer. She knew what she was looking for even from a brief summary and just by looking at him. Ashley knew his taste better than he did.

Glancing at the reflection of himself in the glass of the cabinet beside him, admiring the colour again, he noticed it would have matched the colour of her own clothes, the rich orange of her blaser. Ever thoughtful with a keen eye for the little things.

He now had a piece of her with him, not just a crumpled faded photo to remember her by, nor distant memories corrupted by nightmares. Just the simple gift of her remembering him, thinking of him, and missing him too.

Maybe one day they’d meet again and maybe he could return a greater gift to her. Though nothing would be a greater gift than to see her golden smile again.