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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.

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 ’

started regressing on her own , keeps a little wicker basket full of her regression items. a pretty quilt , a teddy bear , soft matching pajamas. journals a lot when she’s tiny , uses colored pencils and stickers and washi tape , cuts stuff from magazines and makes little collages. has little tells if she’s feeling small , she’ll put clips in her hair , wears a lot of light blues and creams , wears vanilla perfumes , has a little assortment of jellycat keychains she’ll swap out and clip to her purse straps.

in my mind , sherrys regression is pretty ‘ cutesy ’ because it’s modeled after a childhood she never experienced. she doesn’t want anything too nostalgic she just wants something that makes her feel little and swaddled and soft. she’s very particular about her regression and who she allows into it , claire and leon are a given.

꒰ 💻 ꒱ ( sort of ) cg ingrid hunnigan hcs ⸝⸝

summary — reader as an FOS agent in training and hunnigan as work mom! silly little post while i work on my fic , enjoy maybe ?!

⤿ around the office you’re known as hunnigans duckling , as an FOS agent in training , you’re known to trail behind her watching with fascination as she navigates through the FOS as an acting senior agent as well as a seasoned handler and known collaborator on the Kennedy Report. There’s a bit of hero worship there because shes something of a legend around the office but she’s always had a soft spot for the starry eyed way you look at her.

⤿ hunnigan’s office is small but surprisingly cozy , she’s got a warm light desk lamp, keeps a candle lit, and doesn’t use the big light ever. she spends a lot of time in her office and is known to slip her heels off under the desk and keep a throw blanket tucked away for when it inevitably gets chilly. she primarily acts as leon’s handler but when he’s not actively in the field there’s still work to be done. she appreciates quiet when she’s slogging through paperwork and cutting through red tape but she never minds when you find your way into her office on a particularly draining day.

⤿ for all her no nonsense demeanor she’s incredibly patient with you and understanding when pressures of the job lead you to her door. she’s got a small but comfy armchair that she’ll bundle you into along with her throw blanket that’s soft to the touch and smells like her perfume.

⤿ she slowly accumulates a drawer in her desk that’s full of things just for you. she has little snacks you like, pads of paper and colors for when you need to destress, your switch which she keeps for you to play during breaks and as a reward for jobs well done, and a few stuffed animals that just bring you comfort. she put an inconspicuous little duckling sticker on the outside of the drawer.

⤿ the first time you and leon meet you’re a little shy at first but the two of you end up getting along well, you’re the only other handler (in training) he enjoys working with. leon will occasionally ask if you’re around when he’s in the field and hunnigan will sigh and pass the headset only for a second while instructing the both of you to ‘behave, you two, we’ve got a job to do’

⤿ she makes little stops by your cubicle to make sure you’ve taken your breaks, make sure you’re eating, and make sure you’re asking for help if you need it. it’s slightly overbearing and a little more than slightly embarrassing how mother hen she can get but she’s so sincere it’s hard to hold it against her. the other agents love to tease you about it but it’s all lighthearted, if they ever were rude towards you hunnigan would handle it in an instant, for as much as she’s soft on you she’s got a reputation as a highly competent handler and can be surprisingly intimidating when she sees fit.

and spencer sits with his legs crossed outside her room door, an unseen presence but a comforting one all the same, yearning to bring her into his arms, to stroke her hair and thumb tears from her cheeks, to wash everything that has ever ailed her away from her shore—but he knows her too well to invade her space. if i'm not a danger to myself, her voice echoed, you have to let me be. still, he struggles.

her room had fallen quiet ten minutes ago.

at seventeen minutes, the door creaks open. elle, averted eyes, shoulders hunched to her ears, thumb prodding her lips, shuffles on her knees to just barely breach her doorway. spencer feels the way his throat closes; she looks so small.