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hi guys!!! this blog hasn’t been active for uhhh. ages! sorry that i took so long of a break. i used to go by nell, but i changed my name to alex in the time since, so going forward i’ll be using that on here. i’m also the only moderator from here on out. i’m hoping to make a comeback to this blog, but i am gonna be changing the rules and what you can request for a little— don’t worry! i’ll still write resident evil :)

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hii so can you guys write about platonic chris redfield where the reader was a (human) daughter of dimitrescu???

posted! i kept the reader as gender neutral as possible regardless of alcina’s stance on men. thank you! - nell

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summary: as the human child of alcina dimitrescu, you’re taken under the wing of chris redfield after her death. gender neutral reader, as always.

author: nell

warnings: familial death

• you knew the stories. a two-story vampire, lurking in the shadows. a village witch. a báthory in her own right, she who drank the blood of virgins, she who the village people spoke of in whispers, she who bathed in it. the spotlight, the blood, the fear. you knew the stories. what you knew better was your mother.

• you were her greatest gift. alcina’s greatest longing was for daughters of her own; this was fulfilled first in your elder sisters, cassandra, bela, and daniela. but a baby— a cooing, crying, human baby— it was nothing short of a miracle. (your birth mother was a maid who died in the dungeons. this was a secret you would never know). you grew, adored, with a cushy life. what you wanted, you would get. your mother and sisters would stop at nothing for the achievement of your happiness.

• alcina had something of a temper, and the more you grew, the more this trait of hers rubbed off on you. all the dimitrescu children were known for foul tempers and foul mouths.

• part of you couldn’t hate ethan winters. he had ripped from you what you had loved most, yes, but the same had been done to him, too. more than once, or so you heard. while your mother was unfalteringly loyal to mother miranda, you questioned the woman’s authority, especially as your sisters lost their sense of selves to this “power”. as grief and vengeance ripped your mother away from you, too, leaving you the last remaining dimitrescu. part of you couldn’t hate chris redfield for his hand in it, either.

• all he saw was a kid. to him, you had been taken advantage of by mother miranda; in part, this was true. dimitrescu or not, chris wouldn’t let the fate of a child fall to miranda’s hands yet again. you’re swiftly extracted from your mother’s castle, your castle, and kept safe by his vigilante squad, whether you like it or not. your presence might ensure a softer end for your remaining ‘family’, at least moreau and heisenberg.

• you’re on the plane that escapes after the death of ethan winters. mia becomes something of a guardian to you, the same as chris; you’re taken under their wing, the same as chris had done to ethan once before. and you find yourself in the place of your beloved, departed sisters, with a cooing baby named rosemary who would grow to admire and adore you.

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THANKS FOR 200 NOTES!! :)

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summary: meeting you in their first outbreak. gender neutral reader.

warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence, blood, guns.

includes: chris redfield, jill valentine, albert wesker, rebecca chambers, leon s kennedy, claire redfield, and ada wong.

author: nell

resident evil 1 — while on a summer trip in the arklay mountains, you and your friends were attacked by a group of rabid dogs. you were only able to escape because your friends were torn apart. you ran through the forest, barely able to keep ahead of the animals (the ones that weren’t busy eating), until you stumbled upon a mansion. you entered without a second thought, unaware of the nightmare awaiting you on the other side of those doors.

chris redfield: chris finds you hiding out in the bar. you hide behind the piano, nearly whacking him upside the head with your makeshift weapon, a sharp piece of metal that you had pulled off of one of the fences outside. thanks to his quick reflexes, he dodges your attack, and presents himself as a member of s.t.a.r.s. it’s been too long since you’ve seen another person; traveling room to room to avoid the monsters in this labyrinth shaped like a house, haunted by how they looked and ran like people. chris’ face is like a breath of fresh air, and with the way he smiles at you, you have a feeling he’s going to keep you safe. little did you know, chris feels the same way.

your feeling was proven right in the library. yawn, the giant snake, (because of course with your luck that would be what you found) knocks you over the balcony. landing against the hard tile made your vision go blurry, and you knew better than to stay laying down, but it was too hard to get up. in a moment, chris was at your side, helping you to your feet. “i didn’t mean to fall,” you said, half joking. chris smiles, squeezing your shoulder.

“don’t worry. next time, i’ll catch you.”

jill valentine: jill finds you in the kitchen. she walks into the room just as you stomp on the head of a crawling zombie. honestly, jill is just as lost and afraid as you are — even with all of her training. once you’re out of the dangers that remain in the kitchen, she takes you back out to the main hall. with jill’s training and your experience in the mansion combined, the two of you plan over the map that you made of the areas you’ve already explored, to clear the outer halls. jill doesn’t feel comfortable leaving you, a civilian, alone just yet, but she knows that desperate times call for desperate measures. the main hall becomes the sanctuary for the both of you.

it’s when you don’t return to your meeting point that jill grows worried. she waits for a while, thinking perhaps you’ve lost your way, but the unknowing is unbearable. jill sets off through the east wing to find you; you are her responsibility, but it was more than that. what were the odds of her finding someone like you again? the relief that floods her body when she finds you kneeling over richard is immense. you stay with him, holding his hand through the pain, while jill searches for the antidote to his poison. you staying behind with her hurt colleague, her friend, even at risk to yourself, makes jill feel something she can’t explain. that’s when she knows for sure that you’re different. and that you’re both going to be okay.

rebecca chambers: rebecca finds you in the medical storage room. you were tending to a wound when she stumbled in; not anything major, just a cut. you got it from your swiss army knife when you tripped, while running from one of those things. the first thing she does is sit and help you, out of nothing but the kindness of her heart. she’s seen so much the past few days, and it grounded her to remind herself she could still help someone. that there was still time. you and rebecca hit it off. she stays glued to your side and promises not to take her eyes off of you— especially when hunter betas make their way into the mansion. the risk of decapitation was too high.

in fact, it’s what almost happens when the two of you make your break from the storage room. rebecca’s hand is intertwined with yours as the two of you run up the stairs. just as you get to the top, a hunter leaps, it’s clawed hand raised— rebecca yanks your arm so hard that you tumble to the ground in front of you, narrowly avoiding losing your head. your heart is beating out of your chest, but rebecca helps you to your feet, and you make it back out to the safety of the main hall. “rebecca,” you say, trembling, your heart thudding in your ears and your shoulder burning. “you saved my life.”

“actually,” she says regrettably. “i dislocated your arm.”

the two of you burst into unexpected, weepy laughter.

albert wesker: wesker finds you in the graveyard. it piques his attention how you’ve gotten this far, especially without a real gun. he startles you as he comes up from behind, keeping up his s.t.a.r.s. captain facade, offering his protection. the last part is true, to an extent. wesker wants to see what you’re capable of. it’s not every day that someone is naturally talented enough to survive in a place like this. he’s careful to gauge your reactions to the b.o.w.s, to see how you might react to the tyrant— if you get that far. he is sure to ‘get separated’ just before you get to lisa’s cabin. if you, unarmed, could escape a crimson head, perhaps lisa would prove to be your match. besides, he has hunter betas to release.

he’s pleasantly surprised when you escape only minorly scathed. lisa managed to give you what he’s sure is a concussion, but he feigns ignorance. instead, wesker is done playing games. he leads you down to the lab, down to the tyrant production facility. his facility. the tyrant isn’t yet ready to be released in its full glory, an honor he’s saving for redfield and valentine’s gruesome fates, but he’s ready for you to see. worse comes to worse, albert will kill you. but he sees something in you. a spark, one that he used to have, one that william used to have. he wants to preserve it and keep it for his own. that’s why, when he presents his ultimate life form to you, a grin grows on his face at your words.

“now that is something to be afraid of.”

resident evil 2 — you were in raccoon city on vacation. that was the most fucked up, unfair part of it all. you wanted a break from life, work, family. the arklay mountains had beautiful weather in late summer, early fall. you just weren’t expecting the zombies. you did everything right! you followed the broadcasts, made your way to the police station, and it was a massacre. it took everything you had not to sit on the floor and just break down crying, but you had to keep moving. you were going to see another sunrise.

leon s kennedy: leon finds you in the main hall. he’s just gotten in from the courtyard after finally finding claire. for a moment, he thinks you’re one of the zombies, and nearly shoots you before you shriek at him. the sound attracts the real zombies nearby, and the two of you don’t exactly have the time for a proper introduction. it’s not until you make it to the dark room that you have a chance to talk. leon, to his credit, is apologizing the moment the door shuts. he talks a million miles a minute in a way that’s absolutely adorable. leon’s face flushed all the way to his ears above the collar of his uniform and for a minute, you realize, you might believe in love at first sight.

leon holds your hand while escaping from nest. the whole thing is a blur; annette, ada, what was left of william birkin, the super tyrant. you thought you’d finally escaped when you made it onto the train, but it wasn’t quite over. you told him to wait with claire and sherry while you checked out whatever had hit the train; the moment the doors locked behind you in the final car, you realized it was too late. birkin ripped through the car like wet paper, but with a pipe to the eye, you sent him careening. the train car detached, leon grabbed your hand, and just like that, the nightmare was over. it isn’t until you look up at leon, who was staring down at you in utter awe and admiration, that you really did believe in love at first sight.

claire redfield: claire finds you in the kennels. the moment she opens the door, still filled with fury from the chief stealing sherry from her arms, she sees you paralyzed against the far wall. a licker stood between the two of you, and she could hear the clicking of another behind the kennels on the right, and you catch her eyes with the most desperate look she’s ever seen. without breaking eye contact, claire loads an acid round into her grenade launcher. she makes a hand motion for you to stay put, and you nod. you have to admit, watching her take out two of those things at once, was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

claire, she says her name is. claire. strong, clear. she tells you about her brother, about leon, and sherry. how she wants to kill the chief when she finds him, and she beams when you agree. even during all of this, being around claire was different. you’d never met someone like her before. she makes you stronger, faster, better— she makes you feel something, maybe fear. fear of losing her. when the two of you are running under the orphanage, finally having found sherry, you push her out of the way of the tyrant, into the elevator first. you’re the one standing in front of her and sherry both, blood splattering across your face as william birkin eviscerates the tyrant, clutching their hands tightly in yours. yes, you think, before the elevator falls. this family we made; i won’t let them die tonight.

ada wong: ada finds you in the jail. she was on her way to find ben, her informant, when she sees you trying to reach through the bars of a cell for a first aid spray. it doesn’t work out. it’s cute, she thinks, watching you struggle. but she leans through the gap with her long, slim arms, and grabs it for you. you jump, but hesitantly accept it. ada, without thinking, tells you to get out of there; you nod, heading back the way she’d come in. she watches you walk away, a tad fondly.

it isn’t until after getting out of the station that ada sees you again. at some point between then and now, you teamed up with leon to escape. silently, ada is pleased. it’s the best shot for both of you to make it out of the city, regardless of her involvement. she knows it’s too dangerous to develop an emotional attachment, but the earnest look on your face as you and leon smile at one another, dreaming about saving the city, saving the day, tells ada that it’s already too late for what she knows.

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could you please do a uhhhhh how the characters would propose? (specifically chris, wesker, leon, ada, claire, and carlos)

posted! hope you like it, thanks so much for requesting! - nell

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summary: how they propose

author: nell

warnings: n/a

includes: chris, claire, wesker, ada, leon, and carlos

chris is a spitfire, just as much as his sister. when it comes to romance, however, he’s clueless— but it’s the thought that counts. no doubt you’re his first real relationship. he writes a speech out on notecards, practicing it until he could recite it in his sleep, even jill jokingly offers to be your stand in for rehearsal. (he takes her up on that). chris takes you somewhere important to the two of you— maybe a park you like to go on walks in together or the spot you had your first date. there’s so much he wants to say, so much he feels he can barely put to words, and he forgets every last bit of his speech. he makes it work nonetheless, in a bumbling but charming way, because he loves you, truly. and yes, he cries when you agree.

“i love you more than anyone, please let me be your husband.”

claire isn’t as easy to please. she wants what she wants and will let absolutely nothing stand in her way, but that doesn’t mean she always has all the answers. marriage wasn’t even something really on her radar before she met you. claire loathes commitment, but friends with benefits turned to more, and here you are, still by her side. it frightens her just how much she cares about you. it takes a bundle of anxiety brewing over the course of several weeks and one disastrous night at a trashy bar for her to come clean, springing the idea out from seemingly nowhere.

“you’re an idiot. marry me!”

all wesker’s life, he fought expectations. to be different, be better, be calculating, unforgiving. love, he thought, was for lesser beings, and all it would do was slow him down. marriage was never on his radar. but he wasn’t expecting you. so, in his eyes, marriage became a stepping stone in the natural course of your lives. wesker proposes at night, near the river front in raccoon city. the skyline glimmers over the water, and he knows that over the next few years, he will change your lives more than either of you can imagine; so he has to do it now. while he still has time, while raccoon city still burns bright.

“be with me forever. belong to me.”

connections are a death sentence in ada’s line of work. she knows this, and yet, the moment she met you it was over with. she won’t buy a ring, or physical proof of a union, something her enemies could connect you to her with. there isn’t a day that goes by where ada doesn’t debate the decision. the smart thing to do would be to leave you. to have you forget you ever knew the woman who calls herself ada wong, the woman who goes to sleep without the knowledge that she’ll wake up for certain the next morning. but ada loves you, and she’s never been good at denying her heart. when you’re preparing dinner, she comes up behind you in the kitchen and wraps her arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“stay with me. for the rest of my life.”

leon knows he should have married you years ago. he always meant to— the ring he bought ten years before still sits in the back of his nightstand drawer— but life got in the way. especially spain. things were never the same after spain. but he’s been trying to be better; a better person, a better partner, a better father (if that’s where you are in your relationship). on a rare day off, he spends the morning curled around you in bed, messy hair in his eyes. leon doesn’t practice, he doesn’t have a speech, he doesn’t even realize the words have left his mouth until you whip around.

“marry me, baby.”

the most suitable proposal for carlos is in the most raw, emotional period of his life. case-in-point, raccoon city. during the half-day that carlos is looking for jill, you’re with him. he’s running on fumes, exhausted, and terrified. you barely know one another. you’re the only survivor he’s been able to save, and all the two of you know is the raw, unfiltered versions of each other that the city chewed up and spit out. after a close encounter with a licker, carlos is delirious to the point of tears, and so are you. jill is still missing, and there’s still no way out. you do your best to comfort him despite impending doom, and carlos decides, beautiful as you are, both of you could die tonight.

“when we get our asses out of this nightmare, want to get married? think about it.”

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blue lives matter supporters aren’t and will never be welcome here btw. thanks!

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summary: date night, or something similar.

author: nell

warnings: canon-typical violence, innuendo

includes: claire, leon, jill, wesker, ada, sherry, jake, and william.

date night is always clear on claire’s schedule. she never forgets, and if she does, her secretary is there to remind her. karaoke bars, all-you-can-eat buffets, concerts, showings of the newest movie— claire wants to do it all, and she wants to do it with you. even if going out isn’t really your thing, she wants every moment to be memorable. she’s seen to much to take any night with you for granted. the whole world is going to know claire redfield loves you, if she has any say in it; especially when drunk-singing her tone deaf renditions of classics.

jill is always tired. there are so many things she’d love to go do with you— botanical gardens, natural history museums, aquariums— but she hardly has the energy to get out of bed on her off days. the best date for jill is a lazy day. sleeping in and waking up in your arms is precisely how she enjoys spending her mornings, cooking breakfast together, showering, and just enjoying your closeness. she loves music, so don’t be too surprised if cooking turns into a singing and dancing party.

dates are next to impossible with leon. either he’s passed out on the couch before dinner or stuck fighting god knows what — it isn’t that he doesn’t feel terrible about it, though, because he does. he wants to make you feel special, but he doesn’t think you deserve a “burden like him”. it’ll require some effort on your part, and an aligning work schedule, but what he’d really like to do is take you out for dinner. leon isn’t a formal type of guy; think barbecue, or heavy american bar food. somewhere the two of you can let loose and talk, where leon can pretend that his work won’t rip him away from you again tomorrow.

sherry just wants to do something fun. so many years of her life were stolen from her, especially her youth, and she wants to make up for lost time with you. when you’re able to pull her away from work, expect trips to amusement parks, museums, and very long hikes. she likes to camp far away from civilization, where she doesn’t have any reception— that way, she’s alone with you, and no one from work can come find her.

wesker is, surprisingly, something of a classic romantic. stays at luxury hotels, five star restaurants, they’re all a natural part of a relationship with him. he’ll wine and dine you until the sun goes up, and he knows when to turn on his charms. but what he really loves, genuinely, is making dinner at home. the home he shares with you, and all of your memories together. albert is an incredible chef. he’ll use you as his taste tester and assistant, which is half the fun— nine times out of ten, he’ll come up behind you to steal a kiss.

if you’re in a relationship with ada, it’s more than likely you’re in a similar line of work. so, what date night usually ends up being is either, sitting in the infirmary together after a mission, or promptly going home to turn on a movie and fall asleep twenty minutes in. ada doesn’t mind. being curled up on the couch next to you is far better than whatever is waiting for you out there. here, she knows she can keep you safe.

motorcycle rides are the most romantic kind of date you’re going to get with jake. he loves taking you anywhere, everywhere, especially when you sit behind him with your arms around his waist. he’ll take you anywhere you want to go, as long as he gets to drive. otherwise, you’re usually holed up in some off-the-road bar, watching jake get cash through winning at darts, or at a restaurant poking fun at other patrons. jake’s a master of the “make up a bizarre story about a stranger” game.

if anyone has a tendency to forget plans, it’s william. he doesn’t even mean to. most of the time. it’s just too easy for him to get caught up in his own work, and before he knows it, it’s 11 pm and the 8 o’clock sharp dinner reservation is out the window. it’s a disappointment you have to grow used to, including his promises of making it up to you. usually, he won’t. it’s not that he doesn’t love you, because he does— he just loves his work, too. expect late night crawls into bed of him whispering apologies, half-hoping you’re awake to hear, half-hoping you’re asleep and don’t kick him onto the couch.

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Hey guys!!! Can I request you some headcanons? Like what kind of music our characters used to listen in the 90's before the Mansion Incident

Chris, Jill, Wesker and Rebecca

Please and thank you:)

this is WILD, i was literally working on a post like this earlier. you read my mind! 🤍

author: nell

chris: is a lover of the classics, which he gets from his parents. during the stars era, pretty much had his walkman on 24/7 while doing paperwork. queen (of course), tom petty, oingo boingo, billy idol, bon jovi, and the talking heads are all great examples of bands he likes. if you were to pick songs out of his playlist, you might see white wedding, no one lives forever, smells like teen spirit, our house, and video killed the radio star.

jill: likes her music a little rougher, more raw. the type to yell-sing her favourite songs in the car and get a little too into it. she’s a big fan of musicians like faith no more, the cure, the pixies, rob zombie, system of a down, placebo, and rammstein. if you were to pick songs out of her playlist, you might see pure morning, engel, be aggressive, gouge away, and lovesong.

wesker: got the majority of his music taste from william when they were teenagers, and built up on genres from there. does not listen to music in the car on principle, but does like to play it on the lab radio to filter out white noise. wesker enjoys bands like blue öyster cult, echo & the bunnymen, tool, the rolling stones, the birthday party, and queens of the stone age. if you were to pick songs out of his playlist, you might see no one knows, burnin’ for you, the killing moon, paint it black, and parabola.

rebecca: listens to whatever’s on the radio to expand her horizons. she’ll write down a lyric to a song she hears and likes so she can hunt it down later and buy the cd. musicians rebecca enjoys include REM, kate bush, depeche mode, pink floyd, foo fighters, and johnny cash. if you were to pick songs out of her playlist, you might see get out of my house, losing my religion, everlong, wish you were here, and policy of truth.

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summary: meeting you in their first outbreak. gender neutral reader.

warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence, blood, guns.

includes: chris redfield, jill valentine, albert wesker, rebecca chambers, leon s kennedy, claire redfield, and ada wong.

author: nell

resident evil 1 — while on a summer trip in the arklay mountains, you and your friends were attacked by a group of rabid dogs. you were only able to escape because your friends were torn apart. you ran through the forest, barely able to keep ahead of the animals (the ones that weren’t busy eating), until you stumbled upon a mansion. you entered without a second thought, unaware of the nightmare awaiting you on the other side of those doors.

chris redfield: chris finds you hiding out in the bar. you hide behind the piano, nearly whacking him upside the head with your makeshift weapon, a sharp piece of metal that you had pulled off of one of the fences outside. thanks to his quick reflexes, he dodges your attack, and presents himself as a member of s.t.a.r.s. it’s been too long since you’ve seen another person; traveling room to room to avoid the monsters in this labyrinth shaped like a house, haunted by how they looked and ran like people. chris’ face is like a breath of fresh air, and with the way he smiles at you, you have a feeling he’s going to keep you safe. little did you know, chris feels the same way.

your feeling was proven right in the library. yawn, the giant snake, (because of course with your luck that would be what you found) knocks you over the balcony. landing against the hard tile made your vision go blurry, and you knew better than to stay laying down, but it was too hard to get up. in a moment, chris was at your side, helping you to your feet. “i didn’t mean to fall,” you said, half joking. chris smiles, squeezing your shoulder.

“don’t worry. next time, i’ll catch you.”

jill valentine: jill finds you in the kitchen. she walks into the room just as you stomp on the head of a crawling zombie. honestly, jill is just as lost and afraid as you are — even with all of her training. once you’re out of the dangers that remain in the kitchen, she takes you back out to the main hall. with jill’s training and your experience in the mansion combined, the two of you plan over the map that you made of the areas you’ve already explored, to clear the outer halls. jill doesn’t feel comfortable leaving you, a civilian, alone just yet, but she knows that desperate times call for desperate measures. the main hall becomes the sanctuary for the both of you.

it’s when you don’t return to your meeting point that jill grows worried. she waits for a while, thinking perhaps you’ve lost your way, but the unknowing is unbearable. jill sets off through the east wing to find you; you are her responsibility, but it was more than that. what were the odds of her finding someone like you again? the relief that floods her body when she finds you kneeling over richard is immense. you stay with him, holding his hand through the pain, while jill searches for the antidote to his poison. you staying behind with her hurt colleague, her friend, even at risk to yourself, makes jill feel something she can’t explain. that’s when she knows for sure that you’re different. and that you’re both going to be okay.

rebecca chambers: rebecca finds you in the medical storage room. you were tending to a wound when she stumbled in; not anything major, just a cut. you got it from your swiss army knife when you tripped, while running from one of those things. the first thing she does is sit and help you, out of nothing but the kindness of her heart. she’s seen so much the past few days, and it grounded her to remind herself she could still help someone. that there was still time. you and rebecca hit it off. she stays glued to your side and promises not to take her eyes off of you— especially when hunter betas make their way into the mansion. the risk of decapitation was too high.

in fact, it’s what almost happens when the two of you make your break from the storage room. rebecca’s hand is intertwined with yours as the two of you run up the stairs. just as you get to the top, a hunter leaps, it’s clawed hand raised— rebecca yanks your arm so hard that you tumble to the ground in front of you, narrowly avoiding losing your head. your heart is beating out of your chest, but rebecca helps you to your feet, and you make it back out to the safety of the main hall. “rebecca,” you say, trembling, your heart thudding in your ears and your shoulder burning. “you saved my life.”

“actually,” she says regrettably. “i dislocated your arm.”

the two of you burst into unexpected, weepy laughter.

albert wesker: wesker finds you in the graveyard. it piques his attention how you’ve gotten this far, especially without a real gun. he startles you as he comes up from behind, keeping up his s.t.a.r.s. captain facade, offering his protection. the last part is true, to an extent. wesker wants to see what you’re capable of. it’s not every day that someone is naturally talented enough to survive in a place like this. he’s careful to gauge your reactions to the b.o.w.s, to see how you might react to the tyrant— if you get that far. he is sure to ‘get separated’ just before you get to lisa’s cabin. if you, unarmed, could escape a crimson head, perhaps lisa would prove to be your match. besides, he has hunter betas to release.

he’s pleasantly surprised when you escape only minorly scathed. lisa managed to give you what he’s sure is a concussion, but he feigns ignorance. instead, wesker is done playing games. he leads you down to the lab, down to the tyrant production facility. his facility. the tyrant isn’t yet ready to be released in its full glory, an honor he’s saving for redfield and valentine’s gruesome fates, but he’s ready for you to see. worse comes to worse, albert will kill you. but he sees something in you. a spark, one that he used to have, one that william used to have. he wants to preserve it and keep it for his own. that’s why, when he presents his ultimate life form to you, a grin grows on his face at your words.

“now that is something to be afraid of.”

resident evil 2 — you were in raccoon city on vacation. that was the most fucked up, unfair part of it all. you wanted a break from life, work, family. the arklay mountains had beautiful weather in late summer, early fall. you just weren’t expecting the zombies. you did everything right! you followed the broadcasts, made your way to the police station, and it was a massacre. it took everything you had not to sit on the floor and just break down crying, but you had to keep moving. you were going to see another sunrise.

leon s kennedy: leon finds you in the main hall. he’s just gotten in from the courtyard after finally finding claire. for a moment, he thinks you’re one of the zombies, and nearly shoots you before you shriek at him. the sound attracts the real zombies nearby, and the two of you don’t exactly have the time for a proper introduction. it’s not until you make it to the dark room that you have a chance to talk. leon, to his credit, is apologizing the moment the door shuts. he talks a million miles a minute in a way that’s absolutely adorable. leon’s face flushed all the way to his ears above the collar of his uniform and for a minute, you realize, you might believe in love at first sight.

leon holds your hand while escaping from nest. the whole thing is a blur; annette, ada, what was left of william birkin, the super tyrant. you thought you’d finally escaped when you made it onto the train, but it wasn’t quite over. you told him to wait with claire and sherry while you checked out whatever had hit the train; the moment the doors locked behind you in the final car, you realized it was too late. birkin ripped through the car like wet paper, but with a pipe to the eye, you sent him careening. the train car detached, leon grabbed your hand, and just like that, the nightmare was over. it isn’t until you look up at leon, who was staring down at you in utter awe and admiration, that you really did believe in love at first sight.

claire redfield: claire finds you in the kennels. the moment she opens the door, still filled with fury from the chief stealing sherry from her arms, she sees you paralyzed against the far wall. a licker stood between the two of you, and she could hear the clicking of another behind the kennels on the right, and you catch her eyes with the most desperate look she’s ever seen. without breaking eye contact, claire loads an acid round into her grenade launcher. she makes a hand motion for you to stay put, and you nod. you have to admit, watching her take out two of those things at once, was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

claire, she says her name is. claire. strong, clear. she tells you about her brother, about leon, and sherry. how she wants to kill the chief when she finds him, and she beams when you agree. even during all of this, being around claire was different. you’d never met someone like her before. she makes you stronger, faster, better— she makes you feel something, maybe fear. fear of losing her. when the two of you are running under the orphanage, finally having found sherry, you push her out of the way of the tyrant, into the elevator first. you’re the one standing in front of her and sherry both, blood splattering across your face as william birkin eviscerates the tyrant, clutching their hands tightly in yours. yes, you think, before the elevator falls. this family we made; i won’t let them die tonight.

ada wong: ada finds you in the jail. she was on her way to find ben, her informant, when she sees you trying to reach through the bars of a cell for a first aid spray. it doesn’t work out. it’s cute, she thinks, watching you struggle. but she leans through the gap with her long, slim arms, and grabs it for you. you jump, but hesitantly accept it. ada, without thinking, tells you to get out of there; you nod, heading back the way she’d come in. she watches you walk away, a tad fondly.

it isn’t until after getting out of the station that ada sees you again. at some point between then and now, you teamed up with leon to escape. silently, ada is pleased. it’s the best shot for both of you to make it out of the city, regardless of her involvement. she knows it’s too dangerous to develop an emotional attachment, but the earnest look on your face as you and leon smile at one another, dreaming about saving the city, saving the day, tells ada that it’s already too late for what she knows.

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Hey are you guys taking requests? If you are do you have any particular rules to follow about asks?

Looking forward to seeing what you've got. 😉

Hey there!

Please check out our pinned post for all that info! 💛

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Albert Wesker with a small shy reader hc?

hey, i already got your first ask :) i’m not ignoring it, i just have a full time job :P i also posted this asking for more detail— if you could expand on what you want a little i’d appreciate it! it’s hard to fulfill more vague requests. thanks!

— nell

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Hi, can i get an Albert wesker x reader please? Like where the reader is some badass ex special forces soldier. the read joins stars, and is secretly dating wesker against Barry's orders. the reader is barry's daughter. welcome to dm if ya got questions.

i’d definitely be willing to do something like the first half of the prompt, but given that wesker and barry are both 38 as of re1, i don’t feel comfortable writing about wesker and barry’s young daughter together! you’re welcome to resubmit or alter your prompt, just let me know!

— nell

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to the person who sent in the albert wesker request; are there any specifics you’d like me to include? i’ll do my best either way, but having some specifics will help me fulfill your request better!

— nell

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Um- Can I request a soft validating Leon Kennedy short fic or like drabble- validating as in like the reader is trans Female to male. Leon from any game works he's always perfect. If not that's fine but ya, thank you.

Leon slams the door to the station’s dark room behind him, and you wince at the sound. You found yourself cowering on the cool wall by the lockers, trying to keep yourself up on your shaking legs, and ignore the tightness in your chest. It wasn’t just the burning of the running. It’d been too long since you put your binder on, you thought, as you tried to catch your breath. Didn’t seem like you’d get to take it off anytime soon, either, what not with the thudding footsteps echoing in the stairwell. You prayed whatever... that thing was, wouldn’t find its way in here. Leon kept his arms braced against the door.

“Are you doing okay?” You don’t entirely process Leon’s question until his eyes dart down to your chest and back to your face, with a nod towards you as if to say, you know what I mean. Your ribs tighten against the stiff fabric as you try to take a deep breath.

“I’m fine.” You say finally, brushing some hair out of your eyes. “What about you?” You retort, half-joking.

Leon smiles and shakes his head, the blond of his hair shimmering under the dim light of the dark room. He pats a gloved hand on his bulletproof R.P.D. vest. You roll your eyes a little at this.

“I took it off. You can’t tell with the vest, can you?” He says, almost pridefully. You huff and kick Leon lightly in the shin, making him recoil and laugh. “I could find you one, if you wanted. Consider it a tactical strategy.”

“No, thanks.” You trace your fingers across your collar, lightly sensing the fabric of your binder beneath your shirt. “Wouldn’t want someone to mistake me for a cop.”

“Very funny.” Leon grins. “Really, if there’s anything I can do... I get it, you know. You aren’t alone.”

“Thanks, Leon.” You nod. Leon seems to get the idea, pulling himself away from the door to scour through the lockers again— it wasn’t as if he hadn’t checked there before, but it never hurts to look twice. “Let’s just focus on not dying first, yeah?”

“Trust me,” Leon pulls out a box of handgun ammo, rattling it around. Metal clinks against metal from the inside, signifying that, at least, you weren’t cornered for nothing. “I’m thinking about it.”