#{resident evil 6}

[hurrakka]

Code: Red

[o-81]

[ficfield]

Chris Redfield: General Headcanon

Request: "I saw your post wanting more requests/head cannons, and I was wondering if I could request again? if not that's chill lol. but if you are I'd love to hear your head canons just about Chris in general."

I had an idea to try and do two timelines seeing as Chris has been through a lot, so I did some for pre-trauma and post-trauma, hope you guys enjoy

Happy reading my lovelies

Pre-trauma Chris (before S.T.A.R.S & Early days in raccoon city) (Basically, before the horrors of the spencer mansion & umbrella’s bioweapons wrecked his life)

Optimistic but reckless – Chris was always a bit of a maverick, known for his rebellious streak in the air force before being discharged. He believed in justice but wasn’t afraid to bend the rules if he thought it was the right thing to do. He had an innate desire to protect people, but back then, it was driven more idealism rather than deep personal scars. 

Big brother mode – He was probably always overprotective of Claire, even before their parents passed. He likely worked multiple jobs to support her, possibly taking on security gigs or military contracts before joining S.T.A.R.S. when she went off to college, he definitely called way too often to check on her.

Life of the party (kinda?) – Before everything went to hell, Chris was actually more sociable. He enjoyed going out for drinks with his S.T.A.R.S. teammates, cracking jokes with Barry and Joseph, and teasing Jill about being too serious. He wasn’t exactly wild, but he had an easy-going charm that made him well-liked.

Adrenaline junkie – Even his early days, Chris had a habit of throwing himself into danger. He loved high-risk activities: skydiving, rock climbing, motorcycle racing. He was that guy who thought nothing of jumping out of a helicopter for fun.

Terrible cook – The man could survive in extreme conditions but could not cook to save his life. He either ate out a lot or relied on MREs way more than he should have. Claire probably tried to teach him, but he never really got the hand of it. 

Post-trauma Chris (post-spencer mansion, post-Raccoon city, BSAA days & beyond) (Basically, after Resident evil 1 and progressively worsening after the tragedies in Code Veronica, RE5, RE6 ect…)

Burden of leadership – After losing countless teammates and friends, Chris became more of a hardened leader. He still had a deep sense of responsibility, but it weighed on him differently. Instead of reckless optimism, his hero complex became almost self-destructive. He constantly put himself in harm’s way, believing it was his duty to bear the burden. 

PTSD & Survivor’s guilt – No matter how many missions he completes, how many bioweapons he destroys, he never feels like he’s done enough. The ghosts of spencer mansion, Raccoon city and Kijuju haunt him. He likely has nightmares about the people he couldn’t save, whether it’s his fallen S.T.A.R.S. teammates, Piers Nivans, or even enemies like Wesker, who embodied the fight he could never truly escape. 

Alcohol as a coping mechanism – During his darker moments (RE6 timeline especially), Chris turned to alcohol to numb the pain. He never let it affect him in the field, but when he was alone? He drank to forget. This was especially bad after losing Piers, Chris went completely off the grid, drowning in guilt before being pulled back into the fight.

More closed off, less playful – The guy who used to joke around and enjoy team outings became more distant over time. He still cracks the occasional dry joke, but his humour became darker and rarer. Only people like Jill or Claire could get a real laugh out of him. 

Still a protective big brother – Even after everything, Claire remains one of the few people who can get through to him. He still worries about her constantly but tries not to smother her (she absolutely calls him out when he does). He keeps tabs on her work with TerraSave, sometimes anonymously ensuring her safety.

Military precision, almost to a fault – By the time of the BSAA, Chris became even more disciplined, almost machine-like. He planned missions meticulously, trained obsessively, and pushed his body to the absolute limit. He knew that one mistake could cost lives, and he refuses to let that happen again.

Aging warhorse mentality – By the later games, Chris is exhausted. He knows he’s getting older, he knows he can’t keep doing this forever, but he doesn’t know how to stop. Retirement isn’t an option in his mind, he believes the fight won’t end until he’s dead. (Or until someone, like Claire or Jill, convince him otherwise.)

Still has a good heart – Even after everything, Chris never lost his core. He still fights for the innocent, still risks his life to stop bioweapons from spreading, and still believes in doing the right thing. He’s just a lot more battered, bruised, and wary than he used to be.

[larvamars]

in red 🔴

[killuintense]

i always liked the older versions of Leon, but this is another level omgf if i had him in front of me i would suck him until my knees bleed 🙏

cr: anglehands on x ‹𝟹

[gn0czi]

Welcome back stranger

[fuyrinya]

sometimes i think about that art (a lot) and i just like 'if capcom will ever do remake of re6 they should do something like this with them'

[phobophilic]

[babybinko]

I drew all the Resident Evil games in WigglyPaint

Bonus ↓

[mako-tachi]

[diviedrawn]

Coping with the fact that I can’t get re 6 atm sob

[daily-leon]

[wr0wn]

survivor

[o-81]

morning☕️

[ficfield]

Aftermath

Chris Redfield x Nurse!Reader (AFAB) Set straight after the events of “Vendetta”.

Request: Can you do Vendetta Chris x readernurse! (AFAB please) id like it long to and hopefully a series🙏

The reader and Chris have a close relationship, she tends to always be the one who patches him up, he won’t go to anyone else. I’m going for a cute slow-burn romance here, thought it’d be really cute. I love the idea of it being a little series too, let’s see where their little story will take them. 

Enjoy my lovelies!!

The BSAA infirmary was quieter than usual tonight. The usual chaos of agents coming and going had settled, leaving only the soft hum of the overhead lights and the distant chatter of night-shift personnel. The latest mission had been won, but the weight of it still clung to the air like smoke.

Chris Redfield set on the edge of an infirmary bed, stiff and bruised, as you gathered supplies to clean him up, again.

Rebecca Chambers stood nearby, arms crossed as she eyed Chris like an exasperated older sister. “You really need to stop playing human punching bag, Chris.”

Leon Kennedy, meanwhile, was sprawled lazily on the next bed over, tossing a stress ball into the air. “Oh, please. You think this is bad? You should’ve seen the guy he went up against. Looked like he got run over by a truck, twice.” 

Chris shot him a look. “Not helping, Leon.”

Leon smirked. “I wasn’t trying to.”

You suppressed a smile as you turned back to Chris, setting your supplies on the tray beside him. “Alright, Redfield. Shirt off.”

Chris arched an eyebrow. “You know, you could at least buy me dinner first.”

Rebecca let out a groan. “Oh my god.” 

Leon, however, leaned up on his elbows, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Damn, am I witnessing some workplace romance? Nurse, you sure you don’t wanna patch me up instead? I can be very appreciative.” 

You didn’t even look at him as you grabbed antiseptic. “Leon, the only thing you need patched up is your ego.”

Rebecca snorted. Chris smirked.

Leon clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch. That’s a wound even I can’t recover from.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “For once in your life, shut up, Kennedy.”

Leon just grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Relax, big guy. I’m just saying, if you’re gonna flirt, at least let the rest of us have a shot.”

Chris gave him a flat stare. “You don’t have a shot.”

Leon gasped, looking at you for support. “You hear that? He’s cockblocking me. that’s cruel.”

You smirked, dabbing at Chris’s wound with careful precision. “he’s not wrong though, you don’t have a shot.” 

Chris glanced at you, trying to conceal his amused smirk.

Leon threw his hands up. “Fine, fine. I’ll back off. For now.”

Rebecca shook her head, looking between the three of you. “This is exhausting.” 

You chuckled before focusing on Chris again, eyes scanning the fresh gash along his ribs. It wasn’t deep, but it had bled enough to make a mess of his side. Your fingers ghosted over the bruising there, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your touch. 

“you really don’t take care of yourself,” you murmured.

Chris exhaled sharply through his nose. “I’ve got you for that.” 

Leon made a tiny gagging noise, but Rebecca elbowed him before he could speak.

Ignoring them, you kept your focus on Chris, cleaning the wound with gentle, practiced movements. He barely reacted, but you saw the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers curled against the edge of the bed. 

“… How bad was it out there?’ you asked finally, voice quieter.

Chris leaned back slightly, exhaling. “Bad enough.”

That was all he said. That was all he needed to say.

You finished dressing his wound, smoothing down the gauze with delicate fingers before stepping back. “All done.” 

Chris nodded but didn’t move right away. Instead, he watched you, his expression softer than usual.

“…You’re always here,” he murmured.

You tilted your head. “Where else would I be?”

Leon clapped his hands together. “Alright, lovebirds, as charming as this is, can we go get food now? Or are we still playing ‘patch up Chris’?”

Chris groaned. “Jesus, Leon.”

Rebecca sighed. You are the worst.” 

You just laughed, shaking your head as you cleaned up your supplies. Whatever this was between you and Chris, this unspoken understanding, this quiet pull, it wasn’t going anywhere. 

And maybe, just maybe, that scared you more than you wanted to admit.

(TO BE CONTINUED)