#( chris redfield — character study )

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Will you ever do any headcanons for Leon?! I'm very curious about your take on him! because I see him as a man who needs lots and lots of therapy...

AHHH HELLO ZARCSART!!! 😭😭 AHHH ok,, after a few weeks of thinking aboht it, i don't have a lot of headcanon for him,, but this is my version at least!!

- did't have relationship with chris(?) but they did date and meet a lot, did a lot of one night stand between each other as well. Confessed towards each other and at the same spotlight they also acknowledge that this is as far ad they can go in term of domesticity snd relationship since they're both still working to fight B.O.W. Of course, they both appreciate and care for each other's company, however it's mostly bad timing.

- leon did that (relationship/confession) a lot towards other people since he's stressed, his job clearly eating him alive snd he (and others) doesn't have a great midnset to follow through

- so, in my version, he's practically single and shown no interest on getting into relarionship. him, luis and ashley are very platonic, he did have interest towards ada and chris, but from the mention above, just bad timing. and with that, he just adapt to his own thoughts and doesn't mind being alone.

- he's an extrovert! easily he can strike any conversation, but also he doesn't mind spending time with himself, he's very chill and the type of person who you can just sit down with (as a stranger) and you wouls find his presence to be soothing (unlike chris (intimidating) and ethan (awkward))

- sarcasm is a part of his vocabulary now, if you have a device to translate his intonation, he would have a lot of sarcastic comments. so a lot of flirting, lying jokes and death threats as jokes, chris (of course) sometimes confused this with him being serious.

- really big on "fake it 'till you make it", made a mistake? improvise it and present it as it's a bettr version than before, after working as an agent his whole life he practically crack the code of the art of charisma/persuasion, and for the most part it's just him bullshitting through anything

- he uses hair straightners every morning

- i remember him liking egg benedict, so he's really intk brunch, that includes hashbrown as well, he might find mcdonalds hasbrown to be the best one of the kind.

- he doesn't smoke like chris but use nicotine patch, he doesn't mind the cigarette smoke as well, there's some longing feeling when he smells it

- he (in default) drinks his coffee with a spoonful of sugar and splash of milk (he can drink black, it's up to his mood and what time it is)

- he is as parhetic as chris, but people let him go because of his charisma/rizz, (chris has none)

- prefer dog than to have a kid, and it checks out, if he had a dog, not matter the size is, he would use those baby carrier/stroller to carry them around. (ethan loves both pets and children, and as for chris, he express disdain of both of them before getting to the actual activity, and he'll grow to love them (children and pets))

- with that in mind, leon LOVES his Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Dog, and pampers her around, calls her his "little princess", it was a gift from ashley.

- he feels the type of person who prefer savory kinds of meals same with claire and luis, unlike ethan (and chris (secretly) who have a sweethtooth...

[messier-47]

RE7, RE8

A study of Ethan Winters cause I love him as a character and he's so fucking weird? definetely interesting.

I've taken a few liberties about his character

RE8 is so fucked up.

I hate it.

Okay, so Resident Evil games have this entire set up/scheme that they religously follow. If it ain't broke, don't try to fix it, right? RE7 was different because it was a FPS with a very intimate horror setting. It relied solely on horror and not just the adventure side of most Resident Evil games. RE8 was crafted exactly like a typical Resident Evil videogame which isn't bad but Ethan made the difference.

Ethan is "a regular dude" given the motive "save my daughter" with the added emotional turmoil of "my wife is dead". Kinda sounds familiar right? it's almost in parallel with RE7.

"My wife's been missing for 3 years" -> "i just my wife get murdered"

"I must find my wife" -> "i must find my daughter."

So now we have Ethan's entire emotional state and motive to go forth into dangerous scenario to base videogame off of. However...all too quickly everything gets way out of hand. In RE7, the presented story is something understanble and maybe even relateable to Ethan's understanding of the world. He went into the deep swamps of Louisiana and there's a crazy murder family who'd been snatching victims (this is without the explanation of mold which is later revealed to him). Now he walks into a european village and there suddenly werewolves? steampunk man with metal powers? marionette witchcraft? hunchback of putrid mutant? evil seraphim? this is way out of his league of understanding!

And yes, he had some form of military training and was in some form of witness protection program? However there's a BIG difference between "yeah I survived Louisiana madhouse that just happened to be a mold hot spot, afterwards getting military training" and then Leon Kennedy level of bullshit bumfuckery. speaking of Leon, RE8 was odd because it kept treating Ethan as if he was Leon!

I don't mean the "Ethan Winters your reputation proceeds you" or how RE8 was just a reordered version of RE4 with some diverse bossfights, it was the "let's treat Ethan like the heroic character" when...he isn't. RE8 would have been so much better if Miranda and the Lords weren't so concerned over Ethan's appearance. What if Miranda and the Lords were going about their business getting ready for the ceremony when suddenly there was "some guy" who starts culling their army reserve?

Ethan's character in RE8...is pretty bland in comparison to RE7. Again, it's probably because he's a "quiet" man who doesn't really talk to the camera about what he knows, what he's thinking or feeling. RE8 is so big and momentous that it sorta drowns him out as a character with agency. His dialogue isn't as rich, his choices are very guided towards an endpoint, and...even the shit we do see makes Ethan out to be more heroic than what we've seen in RE7.

It's...odd? and maybe this is just bais and opinion at this point but Ethan Winters is a character ill-fitted into the protagonist role of RE8. Whereas Chris Redfeild, Leon Kennedy, and Jill Valentine could all be fitted into heroic roles and imagery like King George and the Dragon, David and Goliath, and Joan of Arc, Ethan was never a character to lead an epic journey. He's more of a "silent hunter"? idk, keep having the image of a slow and steady persistence hunter, verses...whatever the hell the other heroes got going for them.

Really, the storyline of RE8 is ill-suited for Ethan. Can't say I don't understand, a videogame is often just a videogame so the story is compromised to better fit the gameplay. and because it's so bad, I'm really tempted to do a RE8 rewrite fanfic out of pure spite but lmao ain't got enough braincells to spread across two fandoms when i'm already invested in one.

So we go up against the 4 Lords before we have a face-off against Miranda. The segment in Lady D's castle...was awkward in a character development sense. Ethan heads into the castle over and over against cause it's the biggest building around and thus the most likely to have his daughter, except even with the Duke's hints and encouragement, Ethan's motive was really shaky. Why? Because was he in the castle to save his daughter or to kill vampire ladies? would've been better if that part of the game was more dedicated to "run, hide, and investigate" with the sisters trying to hunt for him just like later Lady D would do. Instead we have multiple mini-boss fight scenes before we see the cradle and remember why we're in the castle in the first place. then we fight+defeat Lady D. Which is weird? Okay, so game mechanics Lady D just happens to find you after you kill her 3 daughters and start tomb-robbing. However...story wise it's weird because your PRIME motive is "find my daughter" so why go on killing spree? why the heroics?

we go to Duke and finally get our mission to find/build master key and also collect daughter parts from the 4 Lords.

We go to Beneviento's house which was a WASTED OPPORTUNITY for some character exposition. CURSE YOU ETHAN FOR BEING A QUIET MAN!!! We got to hear Mia talking to herself throughout her pregnaucy and honestly without the added context of "Mia was confronting the truth about both Ethan and her baby being mold people" ...i would have thought all her dialogue was due to a hard pregnaucy. This could have been prime real estate to expose Ethan and Mia's relationship, how they healed after RE7, their thoughts about building back their marriage, their fears and even the doubts about having a child. but we get NOTHING from Ethan! Was the monster baby a representation of Mia's fear? Ethan's fear? or was it just a monster? IDK! this part was so good horror wise but storytelling it SUCKED!

the Monreau segment was so lackluster. It was just a RE4 reference except more gross with acid and boogers everywhere. Ethan is able to get ahold of his daughter piece and for some reason he found pity for Monreau's weeping? He definitely stopped to listen to whiny fish baby's tantrum which I find really odd because...why??? He never showed much sympathy so why now would he stop to listen to "Miranda wants her baby back" speech? unless it was only meant for a game mechanic which i'm getting sick and tired of because it's just shit writing at this point.

We go get to reunite with Chris and get some answers as to what's going on but really Chris? you're gonna look the same man who UNTRAINED and COMPLETELY IGNORANT managed to clear an entire bioweapon's mold infestation BY HIMSELF and try to say "stand down" and expect obediance? yeah, your brainwashing military training ain't that strong.

Then we get to Karl's segment and... honestly why? why was Karl even interested in Ethan? Ethan doesn't have extraordinary abilities other than "fuck you" levels of adrenaline and perseverance. So why did he want Ethan on his team as he reblled against Miranda? Heh, almost understanable why Karl/Ethan is a thing because i can't think or anything other than pure lust probing Karl to make his offer. Karl is a bioweapon engineer, having built an army of cyborgs and is probably the only person in the village who know how cellphones actually work. Oh, as he had magnet powers so why does he want/need Ethan? In order for Rose to be reliably handled and managed? she's a 6 month baby, not even potty trained, wtf?

then chris comes clean about everything and Ethan uses tank to defeat mutant Karl with some moves pretty sure Leon Kennedy would be proud of cause they were pure bullshit.

Ethan finds out about his own mold problem and ugh you can't convince me the whole "Ethan knew he was going to die so might as well sacrifice himself" was just add to trigger the fuck out of Chris who'd seen his friend in RE5 die in an incredibly simular way. Very dramatic, heroic scene. Very "i face god and walk backwards into hell"

All in all...RE8 was a videogame. Forgiveable? Yeah, cause it was never meant to be a story. the problem here is that whilst all Resident Evil games are literally video games and makes compromises about characters, their development arcs, their stories so that it's more about the game than an actual narrative, RE8...was just a game with a cobbled together story with no care to the actual characters.

And it wasn't just Ethan who got the short end of the stick. Chris Redfield was casted into an anti-hero role and Mia was a forgotten SUPER SKETCHY character throughout. Uuuuuuggggghhhh at this point i'm just raging against a video game instead of doing an indepth character study. sorry gang

[arse-blathanna]

It’s been a minute since I last posted any fic. Decided to try and dip my toe into writing for a new fandom since Resident Evil is my newest case of terminal brainrot. Hope you like it!

Summary:

In the aftermath of Wesker's control, Jill realizes just how much she doesn't feel like herself anymore.

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chris Redfield/Jill Valentine, Jill Valentine & Albert Wesker Characters: Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil) Additional Tags: Post-Resident Evil 5, Aftermath of Torture, Violent Thoughts, Character Study, Emetophobia, Wesker isn't in this but he haunts it, Hurt No Comfort, Mild Sexual Content, Not Beta Read

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The censored version will be posted here eventually. You can see the naked version on my patreon!!

[battlcbornterminated]

CHRIS REDFIELD TAG DUMP

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𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 | 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Headcanons on how your first kiss would go with different RE men

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characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

gender: gn! reader

cw: FLUFF // first kiss :3 // ktober

a/n: guys this is my first non-nsfw post can you believe it

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Who initiates?

Either one of you. Although, in most scenarios, it's probably going to be Carlos who initiates your first kiss -- he's a very forward guy

Taste?

His breath isn't awful, although it's not minty either. Very neutral?

I feel like if it was planned beforehand, and he knew he was going to kiss you, he might have chewed some gum? Or at the very least used mouthwash, flossed, scraped his tongue, etc.

He also strikes me as very spur-of-the-moment though, so I feel like in most situations there would be no planning and he'd just go for it. (fuck it, we ball!)

Is there tongue?

...maybe.

No, yeah, this dude would try using tongue on the first kiss LMAO

He'd ease into it though! It wouldn't be straight away.

I don't think it'd be bad if he did, either??? I feel like he'd know what he was doing and it wouldn't be like. AWFUL.

Are they touchy?

YEAAAAAAH !!!!!

You got boobs? They're gonna get squeezed. You got an ass? It's being rubbed. You got arms? They're getting grabbed. You got legs? Already around his hips--

ahem. Conclusion? Yes.

Is it good?

I'd say a first kiss with Carlos, or any kiss with the man at all, would be like an 8 or 9/10. He'd give you the best first kiss out of the other RE men on this list (although, if Ethan Winters were included, he'd easily take that spot. bro's got that supernatural mold-man rizz, or something?)

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re: death island)

Who initiates?

Probably you, if it's the movie renditions of Chris. I feel like he'd be waaay more reluctant to suck face as compared to his given re5/re6 personality. Although if there were a bit of teasing and build-up, I could see him getting frustrated and kissing you first.

Taste?

Most likely pretty average breath. I don't think he would really prepare for the kiss if he did know it was coming, though

Not because he doesn't care, but because it just isn't on his mind. I don't think he would think things that far out tbh

He might realize afterward though that his breath could've been STANK. I feel like he would ask and be briefly apologetic over the matter before moving on, and that'd be that

Is there tongue?

No. In fact, I think that if you were to use tongue, he'd probably be shocked and say something about it afterward

Chris probably wouldn't really know how to use his tongue well, either. I feel like he'd just get confused and overwhelmed and go back to kissing you in a regular fashion

Are they touchy?

Semi. I don't think he'd be grabby or overly passionate, but I can see him placing his hands somewhere, like on your hips or arms

Is it good?

Yeah, it'd be a good kiss. Maybe like a 7 or 8/10. Not anything to write home about, but it'd be nice. Just a very regular, low-key interaction

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r)

Who initiates?

Either one of you, honestly. If he's the one to initiate the kiss, I can see him planning it beforehand -- it wouldn't be a spur-of-the-moment type deal

I'd also like to note, that he'd probably study up on how to kiss you, LOL. Maybe through Google searches or by watching action movies with romance in them?

Taste?

If he's the initiator and it's been planned -- he's probably going to have a slightly minty taste. Bro is gonna come prepared

HOWEVER. If you're the initiator, you're getting what you get, pal. I feel like he's the type of dude to eat really pungent meals too, like onion-y, garlic-y stuff. Therefore, if this is the case -- good luck, brother

Is there tongue?

No tongue. He'd prefer to share a more gentle, slow kiss for your first.

Again, if you slipped him some tongue, I think he'd be a little taken aback. I don't think he'd say anything, though -- he'd probably just try his best to follow along (although I don't think he'd be very good at it -- I'M SO SORRY FELLOW LEON STANS PLS DON'T COME FOR ME)

Are they touchy?

Not unless you got touchy with him first. And even then, I think he'd be a little hesitant and/or clumsy about it.

You'd probably send him into a mini-panic, tbh. He'd pull through, though.

Is it good?

Depends. On. The. Breath.

If you caught him off guard and he ate some kinda garlic-y pasta or chicken recipe earlier in the day, well...I'm praying for you, buddy. Hard 5/10.

If he's got good breath, then I'd say a solid 7/10. I feel like your first few kisses would be pretty normal, and then as time goes on, he'd work his way up to like an 8 or 9/10 on average -- he'd learn quickly what you like and don't like :P

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[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

but the fighter still remains

pairing: leon kennedy x chris redfield

cw: homophobia, dubious (at best) consent during past experiences, childhood trauma, referenced spousal abuse, use of homophobic slurs by unnamed characters, smut and angst, anal sex

summary: Leon struggles with his sexuality until he sees Chris after the events of Vendetta, and has his first consensual sexual experience.

a/n: This story does include homophobia by unnamed characters and internalized homophobia. It's meant to be an accurate depiction of the overt homophobia of the 90s and 00s. While Leon being gay/bisexual is a headcanon of mine, this story was never solely about Leon for me. Leon's sexuality crisis and realization of both his own queerness and the dubious (at best) consent of his past experiences is based on my own journey of accepting my own identity as a lesbian. That is to say that some elements in this fic might be uncomfortable to read, but it is not my intention to endorse or make light of the homophobia and other struggles that come with the queer experience.

also, the title is a reference to a lyric from the song "the boxer" by simon and garfunkel (you should listen to it if you haven't)

wc: 6.3k

i. Raccoon City was the second worst beating Leon’s ever taken. The first was from his father. Leon felt guilty for secretly being happy about his father’s death. He’d never tell his grandmother that, but he’d also never tell her about when his father punched him so hard he couldn’t see out of one eye for a week. 

Leon’s not gay and that’s because he isn’t allowed to be. 

It was against his parents’ rules and their religion too. He doesn’t remember when he stopped believing in God, but that may have been the last straw for him. If my father is a good, god-fearing man, who’s on the right track to heaven, then who am I? Can I pray to the same god my father does after he hits me?  

Leon met a nice girl at church camp one summer in his early high school years. His parents liked her. They insisted that she come over for dinner to meet them. The first time they held hands was at the table when they prayed - Thank you God for this food, this family, and Leon’s new friend . The way his father chuckled after the collective “Amen” was foreign. He was happy his son found a girl, a hand to hold, a vacant ring finger. His father was more pleasant with the rest of the family than he had been in a while. 

Leon’s father didn’t hit his mother often, but in retrospect, the bruises on her arm weren’t from the car door like she told him they were. Leon’s father was lucky Leon didn’t see any marks on his mother by the time he was in high school. Maybe he knew Leon had been lifting. Maybe he knew why. Leon would’ve stood up for his mother in the way that he didn’t for himself. He would’ve come in armed - with a bat, maybe a kitchen knife - if it were his mother. His father had a gun and he wouldn’t have hesitated to shoot the son he never wanted. 

Leon’s dad thought he wanted a son until he met Leon. It took him years to accept the fact that such a pansy of a boy could be his offspring. Leon wished he’d never heard his father’s talk with his mother that night. It wasn’t that his father degraded him or was humiliated to have him as a son - what hurt Leon most was the fact that his father was convinced his mother must’ve cheated on him “‘cause that sissy isn’t my son”. The sound of a belt buckle sent Leon across the hall to his room where he could cry his mother’s muffled tears into his own pillow. 

Church girl was appropriately named “Faith”. The only “Faith” Leon ever had gave him a handjob in the pews. They sat in the chapel after bible study and she kissed him, joking that they should practice at the altar. The sounds of their lips smacking echoed off the tall ceilings. Leon felt a brief sense of relief when his zipper got stuck, protesting Faith’s deft fingers, thought to be already tainted by the french tips her mother hated. Her pale skin was painted by the light that passed through the stained glass windows, jewel tones that formed the image of the Virgin Mary. Aside from her hand stroking his length, Leon felt nothing at all.

When they got caught kissing in the basement, Leon got a stern talking to and Faith got sent home. It was when he got caught with a boy who lived down the street that he got the black eye, and the boy was also sent home. Leon begged his father not to call the other boy’s parents, and that was the one ounce of mercy his father gave him that night. 

The next day at school, the boy came up to him at lunch. “Your dad-” he said softly, gesturing to Leon’s eye. 

“No, I hit my head on the car door this morning. I was exhausted and out of it I guess.” Leon couldn’t look him in the eyes while he lied through his teeth. 

“I know that’s not the truth, but I won’t tell if you won’t say anything about what happened between us. I liked it, I like you, but-”

“Just don’t, please, just don’t,” Leon said, putting his hand out to stop him from talking. Anything that could come out of his mouth would only hurt Leon more.  

They couldn’t see each other again, so it wasn’t worth agonizing over it, was it? He caught Faith cheating on him with another guy and he pretended to be upset. He wished there was a non-offensive way to say “it’s actually better this way. I’m not mad at you at all.”, but there isn’t. 

When Leon mentioned off-handedly at dinner that he wanted to become a cop, the look his father gave him was the closest one to pride he’d ever seen. 

“I think that’s a great idea, son,” he said. The only other time his father called him son was when his application to the police academy was officially accepted. 

Leon knew that if his father had figured out why he was so interested in law enforcement, he wouldn’t have been so keen on the idea. “I want to fight crime. I want to make sure criminals get locked up, and I want to keep civilians safe,” he told a superior officer, who seemed to find his enthusiasm cute. 

I want to make sure criminals like my father get locked up, is what Leon meant. I want to learn how to shoot a gun and be able to bring it home just in case he goes too far and I need to defend my mother. 

ii. When Leon entered the police academy, he remained certain of his heterosexuality. Sure, he sucked dick at least a dozen times, but he wasn’t actually gay. He pretended not to like it, and sometimes he actually didn’t like it because a bunch of single guys stuck in dormitories aren’t great at washing their dicks properly. 

Plus, it was nothing more than blowjobs. One, he’d never been fucked before, and two, he hadn’t kissed anyone since that guy in high school. Well, he hadn’t kissed any guys since then. He’d made out with a few girls, mostly motivated by peer pressure. It was a path to popularity because popularity required normalcy. Or the illusion of it. He’d never been the one to come onto a girl, but he rarely backed down either. It was like a challenge, like the exercises they did in the academy. These hookups were exercises in composure and mental fortitude. Distress tolerance. 

During his time in the academy, Leon found out that it’s actually cool to not have a girlfriend. Leon’s “ a player ” and he’s “ not ready to settle down ”. The other guys were jealous that he fucked around. He didn’t fuck around that much, and when he did, he tried to be polite about it. He might not have been particularly aroused by the activity, but he was indifferent to it after a few beers. Once he got into liquor, it was just “whiskey dick” when he couldn't get it up. It’s not you, it’s me. It is him, he comes to find years later when he finally accepts it. 

When he was younger, Leon was easy. Reverse glory hole of sorts. He let any interested woman ride his dick. Physical interaction was nice, and if he closed his eyes, it wasn’t hard for him to get off. He lasted longer than most guys, which just gave women another incentive to fuck him, and men another reason to envy him. Oddly enough, being gay was one of the things that other men - unknowingly - envied him for. But, he’s not gay. Bicurious at best. If he were gay, he would never cum from a woman riding his dick. Having the girl on top was his favorite position. Drunk sex is easier when your job is to just lie there. 

Leon was a firm believer in ass over tits because tits lie too close to the face, and being face to face with a girl means letting her kiss you. Kissing was too romantic, Leon decided, and that’s why he disliked it. Lipstick tasted gross and it was hard to get it off his face. “It’s cute,” a girl once said, “It’ll be like a reminder of me”. And it was a reminder in the same way that a scar is. The lipstick remark came after Leon asked her not to leave a hickey on his neck. “We’re not in high school,” he said. It’s juvenile, we’ll look stupid, we should act like adults. A hickey is just a bruise like any other. Why do you have to hurt me for me to remember? Why do you have to leave marks? If you like me, why do you hurt me? Why does being together hurt? Can you like someone so much it pains you? I think it’s just butterflies in my stomach. I like you so much that I’m nervous. I’m not scared. I’m a man. It’s heartache, so it hurts. I’m lovesick, so it hurts. 

iii. Life was different post-Raccoon City. Training under Krauser was a paradoxical Hell. You had to get fucked in the ass literally - not necessarily by him - if you didn’t want to get fucked in the ass metaphorically. On the other hand, you were worse off liking it. You cannot be a fag in USSTRATCOM. 

So, he liked Major Krauser in a way that one is supposed to like their mentor – he looked up to Krauser. It was nothing more than that until they were both a few drinks deep. Like everything with Jack, it all went down like punishment. Krauser liked when Leon put up a fight – he liked when Leon used the skills he taught him for the never-ending “mission” against him. 

But, Major Krauser got too used to bloodshed and it started to look as sexy as anything else which is why everything went down the way that it did in Spain. Leon won the fight for the first time by willpower and luck. It was the fact that his mother was blonde like Ashley and there was finally a woman in front of him that he could save. After all the years he wasted fighting an endless war against Umbrella and whoever their successors were, he’d finally get some sort of justice for himself. When Ashley arrived home safe it was one of the only times he felt like he’d “won” anything - not the princess, but the pride of being the knight. The slight self-esteem boost was enough to keep him alive.

At this point, Leon considered the possibility that he might like guys, but he’d never fallen in love with a guy. It was nothing more than lust, possibly the pull towards romance, but he never let himself go there. Gay men fall in love with other men. Leon’s not gay.

If he were gay, he wouldn’t cry during sex. (It only took him a few weeks in the barracks to learn to save his tears for later. Crying in private would save him his last shred of dignity or self-worth. Everything else had been taken, nothing remained untainted). Leon considered the possibility of prepping beforehand to avoid the physical pain, but then they’d make assumptions, so he took it like a good little soldier. Bit the bullet while he got ‘raped’, as his therapist would later claim. Leon never trusted her, though, because she tried to tell him that women were taking advantage of him, but he assured her that he’d never said ‘no’. 

She was obstinate, too. “Have you always known you were gay?”

“I’m not gay.” Fucking invasive, repetitive questions. He would never have seen a therapist if the DSO wasn’t up his ass about it. 

He could give her a list of women he'd had feelings for - Ada, Ashley, maybe Claire, Shemei for a minute, but mostly she just reminded him of Ada (not because she was Chinese - Leon’s not sure that Ada is Chinese, or even named Ada for that matter - but because he could sense the betrayal before it happened and for some reason, it made the whole dalliance sexier). 

He realized later that the feelings he had for Ashley and Claire were mostly a strong platonic affection. Ada remained a mystery, as always. 

iv. In retrospect, the first guy he felt anything real for was Chris Redfield. Not STARS Alpha Team point man Chris Redfield, whom he would’ve met if Raccoon City hadn’t been blown to smithereens, effectively terminating his position as a cop on his first and only day. Leon caught feelings for Claire Redfield’s older brother, Chris Redfield. 

Leon and Claire shared a unique trauma bond, and he wondered at first if she asked him to hang out with her because he was the only one who she could relate to anymore, or if she actually enjoyed his company in any way. It took him years to accept that it was the latter. Leon didn’t have many friends, not many he really felt connected to, so he was surprised to have a certified cool girl want him as part of her posse. Claire already had a support system in the form of her brother, Chris, who had gone through hell more than once. 

When Leon met Chris on a night out with Claire, the first thing he noticed was the way Chris looked - hot. Leon assumed it was envy, when all along it was lust. “I want to be him” turned out to be a facade for “I want to be with him”, but it took well over a decade for Leon to come to that conclusion. 

“Claire told me you’re in STARS?”

“Yeah, I mean, I was.” Chris laughed, but grief hid behind his smile. “STARS doesn’t really exist anymore, since Raccoon City doesn’t really exist anymore.”

“Oh, yeah, slipped my mind for a sec,” Leon joked. He wished he could forget.

“It’s not all bad. That fucker Irons is dead.” Leon recognized that look. It was the one he had on his own face when his father died. 

“I had no idea he wasn’t a good guy until Sherry…” Leon couldn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t know the details of what did or didn’t happen. Leon never dared to ask. 

“The kid?” Chris confirmed.

“Yeah, I’m sure Claire mentioned her.”

“She didn’t mention Irons. Kinda sad he’s not dead. I wish I could kill him myself.”

“I’m glad I didn’t have the chance to meet him.”

“Anyway,” Chris said, “Let’s not damper the mood with all this morbid shit.”

“Amen to that.”

They shot the shit for a while and Chris taught Leon how to play darts - or how to play right since Leon couldn’t aim for shit until Chris helped him get his arm in the proper position. 

“How’d you learn that?” Leon asked. 

“We had a dartboard in the STARS office. We had more downtime than you’d think, you know, especially with your first day at the RPD being the most chaotic in history.”

Leon didn’t realize that to an onlooker it might’ve seemed like they were flirting because it felt so natural to him. When Chris went to have a cigarette outside, they were mid-conversation so Leon followed him. Leon was never a smoker, and quite frankly, hated the smell of cigarettes, but liked Chris' company enough to put those feelings aside.

A group of a few drunk guys started hollering at them, throwing around various slurs and making lewd gestures. Chris ignored them until they walked closer, clearly trying to start a fight. 

Chris gave the leader of the pack a look that said "what do you want?" and that was the last thing Leon remembered before Chris had one of the guys pinned to the wall while another tended to a likely-broken nose and the third was nowhere to be found. 

“Are we done here?” Chris asked. There was no response and he let go of the guy’s collar. He looked to Leon who was standing by in shock and nodded towards the door. Leon walked back into the bar and tried to wipe the look of bewilderment off his face. 

“What? Never seen a fight before?” Chris asked, in a more joking manner than one would expect from someone with bloody knuckles. 

“I have, but that was impressive. Does that kind of thing happen often?”

“More than I’d like it to. I don’t tend to start fights, but I don’t hesitate to finish them either.”

Before Leon could say something stupid, Claire stumbled over to Chris, practically falling into his arms. 

“Claire?! What the fuck? I told you one drink.”

“I only bought one,” she slurred. “Some guys bought me more.”

“Where are those guys?” Chris asked with a face that said he was ready for another round in the ring. 

“Oh c’mon, Chris,” Claire said, “You don’t have to be so ‘protective’. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

He sighed and took her by the hand, leading her towards the door. 

“Where are we going?”

“Home,” Chris said. 

“Want me to help?” Leon offered. 

“Be my guest.”

Claire ended up with one arm over each of their shoulders, and slumped over Leon’s lap in the backseat. Chris drove because it was his car and he was the most sober. 

Chris put a cassette in the tape player before he started the car. Leon could identify Freddie Mercury’s voice but he didn’t know the name of the album. He didn’t ask lest he embarrass himself. Freddie Mercury is gay and that’s why his parents don’t listen to Queen in the car anymore, he thought to himself. 

They got Claire situated in bed with a glass of water and two ibuprofen on her nightstand. Chris decided to sleep on her couch, and Leon went home for the night. 

“Need a ride home?” Chris asked. 

“Nah, I’ll call a cab. Wouldn’t want Claire to get into any trouble if you left her alone.”

“Fair enough.” Chris’ smile was warm under the porch light and Leon assumed it was no different from Chris’ regular smile. It was no different from the way he ever smiled at Leon . 

Leon felt his heart rate rapidly increasing when Chris gave him a hug goodbye. It was a friendly hug, but not the type that’s half-hearted, accompanied by a pat on the back that’s equivalent to saying "no homo".

v. The first time they kissed it was barely even real. It was a game and it was for the amusement of others. That’s what spin the bottle and truth or dare are - games, nothing more. Never back down from a dare. Leon was invited by Claire to another get-together, which was attended by a handful of people who would become long-time friends of Leon’s - including, and most notably, Chris. 

They sat in Claire’s living room, all a little buzzed when the master-of-ceremonies, Claire Refield, suggested a game of truth or dare, which most of the group was less than enthused about since it’s a game for teenagers. Barry set a rule that he wouldn’t take on any dares that would make him cheat on his wife and the group agreed unanimously with a collective “aww” at the rare good man. 

“I wish I could have a loyal man like you, Barry,” Claire remarked. “You will. Don’t settle for less.” Leon didn’t learn until years later how Barry was there for the Redfields after their parents’ passing. 

Claire was the one who dared Leon and Chris to kiss. It shouldn’t have been unexpected after she dared Jill and Carlos to kiss about three turns prior. Leon didn’t notice the tension in the room when he leaned in. It’s nothing, but it feels like something. The feeling of Chris’ lips against his that night was something that stuck with him for well-over a decade. His freshly-shaven face, his breath like beer and cigarettes since there was no time to disguise the taste with a breath mint. The tips of their tongues brushed ever-so-slightly and Leon only pulled away because he was worried he’d embarrass himself if he didn't. 

Leon tried not to think of Chris when he jerked off later that night. It was a futile effort. He successfully covered his mouth before he moaned Chris’ name when he came. He lived alone, but he didn't want to hear it come out of his own mouth. 

Straight women get off to lesbian porn all the time, so when Leon gets off to gay porn, it seems normal to him. Straight women don’t talk about watching lesbian porn, just like how Leon doesn’t talk about watching gay porn. 

It was the next century when Chris made a move on Leon. “Would you ever wanna go out sometime?”

Shockingly, Leon didn’t take the hint. Chris waited, teeth on the lip of the beer bottle, slowly regretting his words. 

“Go out where?”

“I mean, anywhere you want…” Chris is rarely nervous. However, he also rarely asks anyone out. He almost never gets asked out, either - at least, not by men. 

Leon cocked his head to the side like a fucking idiot. “Like, hanging out… or-?”

“Or…”

“Oh . You’re asking me on a date.”

“I was trying to.”

“I would, but I’m not gay.”

And that was the truth in his mind. 

“Oh. Forget I said that then. I assumed you were ‘cause I’ve seen you brush women off who are flirting with you. Now, I know you’re just oblivious.” Chris said the last bit with a laugh, hoping the friendly jab at Leon will lighten the mood, but internally he was beating himself up.

They parted ways and it was awkward. Chris confided in Claire, who went on to tell him an hour-and-a-half’s worth of awful dating stories. She’d had her share of times where she embarrassed herself in front of guys. 

Leon struggled to get off, sleep was nowhere in sight, and for the first time in years, he decided to pray. God didn’t respond. It was the last time Leon even tried.

vi. It was years later when they saw each other again in China. They fought over a woman, well, kinda, but it was still ironic enough that it made Leon laugh in hindsight. It was not the way Leon had imagined Chris’ hands all over him. They didn’t do that in China. 

Leon was too focused on 70,000 civilian deaths and the fact that he shot the president. It was not a John Hinkley Jr/Ronald Reagan situation. Leon knew the man as “Adam” not President Benford. It was personal. It wasn’t the first time Leon had to shoot someone he knew and it wouldn’t be the last. He was found “not guilty”, but he felt very guilty. About everything. 

Leon was way too focused on the fact that Ada may or may not have died - information he got from Chris Redfield himself, a fairly reliable source. We both want the same thing. Leon meant that in the realm of bioterrorism. They both wanted the other’s touch in a way that was hot, sweaty, rough enough to leave marks, but entirely differently from the way they ended up in the aforementioned tussle.

vii. They didn’t see each other in person again until ‘14, Colorado. Leon was the worst he’d been in awhile. The man he’d been lusting after for over a decade in secret walks into a bar mid-morning to find him deep in the bottle. Of course this shit would happen to Leon. They yell first, makeup later. After all the killing is done and the blood is off their hands. 

It’s easier to be angry than anything else. You don’t have to bare your soul to yell. Vulnerable, from the Latin vulnus - wound. Somehow new bruises are easier. Leon didn’t notice the ones on his knuckles until the next day. His headache was worse. The purple marks make him feel guilty, but they'll fade. They always do. 

Chris caught Leon with a flask in his hand the moment the op was “over” - nothing is ever really over in Leon’s life. Even the dead come back to life - undead on Earth, ghosts in his dreams, whatever the fuck Ada is and has always been to him. 

“Hey,” Chris said. It was neutral but Leon could hear pity in his voice. He fucking hated it. He didn’t want to be someone who deserves pity. Someone pitiful. 

“I almost pity you,” his father said. Leon was pitiful, but his father was cruel. 

“What d’ya want?” Leon said, not turning towards Chris, though he could feel his gaze boring through his frail figure. How funny it was that Leon was deteriorating. He should’ve been in one of those body bags. 

“I don’t want anything.”

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“I’m worried about you.”

Leon scoffed. “Don’t be.”

Chris stood over him and reached for the flask, but when Leon dodged his grasp, he didn’t force his hand. “You know it’ll hurt in the morning,” he said. 

“Think I can handle a little headache.”

“You think I don’t understand, but I do.”

“What?” Leon met Chris’ eyes. “You wanna have a sweet bonding moment? This isn’t an afterschool special. You can save your breath.”

“Why can’t you accept that people care about you?” Chris was indignant. 

There wasn’t much to say to that. I don’t care about me, he wanted to say. Leon sighed. Chris looked at the spot next to Leon, then at his face. “Can I sit?”

Leon nodded reluctantly. He set the flask down next to him, and put his head in his hands. Chris didn’t say anything. Instead, he placed his hand on Leon’s back. It wasn’t a pat on the back - empty, friendly, platitudinous. He didn’t rub in soft circles like Leon’s mother did when he was little - nurturing, familial, pitying. It was just his hand, placed firmly, not letting up, not pressing down - grounding, steadfast, sincere. 

Leon sniffled, wiped a tear from his eye with the back of his hand, and tried to half-laugh it off. 

“Just let it out.” I won’t say anything. 

The tears fell. Commanding officer even in friendship - or whatever this was. Leon leaned onto Chris’ shoulder, meeting him halfway. Chris pulled him into a hug. 

“This is pathetic,” Leon said into Chris’ shirt. 

“Only because you’re so resistant to it.”

“You’re gonna blame me for my own patheticness?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I thought you were supposed to be cheering me up.”

“I never said that.”

“Then why are you holding me like I’m a fucking child?”

“Because you’re acting like one.”

Somehow crying turned to laughing. 

“I really am,” Leon said, lifting his head. “I even got snot on your shirt.”

“Not the worst thing that’s gotten on my clothes in the last 24 hours.”

“Glad I’m not as gross as a BOW.”

“Far from it.”

“Thanks.”

“I didn’t say how far.”

“What? Are you calling me ugly?”

“You’ve looked better.”

“So have you!”

“I know I have. I’m 40 fucking years old. But you look-”

“Pathetic?”

“Yeah, and somehow you still manage to make it work for you.”

“How’s it ‘working for me’? Am I wooing you right now? Do you enjoy watching a grown man cry?”

“You don’t have to ‘woo’ me. You did that a long time ago.”

It took Leon’s drunken brain a minute to wrap his head around the words. 

“When?”

“‘98.”

“That was…” Leon did the mental math. “Sixteen fucking years ago. And you never told me?”

“I asked you on a date, Leon. I thought it was clear.”

“Maybe I’m just an idiot.” A date doesn’t mean anything, he thought, I’ve been on plenty of dates just for the hell of it. 

“I think you might be.”

“Fuck. I’m ugly and stupid.”

“Just stupid. You’ve never been ugly. That’s how you get away with it.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

“I’d prefer to fuck you, but…”

Leon shook his head, snickering - mostly at himself. He took them both by surprise when he kissed Chris, hard on the mouth. It only took a few swigs from the flask to get him here. He was nearly sober, too sober in his mind. Chris’ hands were all over him and Leon’s dick wanted this, but something in his brain stopped him. 

“Wait,” he said, catching his breath. Nerves had taken over. “Maybe we should have a drink first, you know… to-to loosen up… metaphorically…”

Chris stared at Leon, trying to read his mind. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m not going to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, it’s not that I don’t want to- believe me, I want to,” he said, “but, uh, this isn’t really the kind of thing you do sober, right? Not like, entirely…?” It only sounded weird when he heard the words come out of his mouth. 

A moment of silence passed as Chris processed Leon’s unintentional admission. “You… don’t do these things sober?”

“No…?”

“Never? You’ve never done anything more than kissing sober?”

“I guess, yeah, but it was a long time ago… in high school, I had a girlfriend and,” he laughed, somewhat ironically, “she gave me a handjob in the pews of the church we both went to.”

“That’s it? Nothing since high school?”

“Well, there was some stuff at bootcamp, back in STRATCOM, and at the police academy, too…” he winced before he said, “it wasn’t exactly my choice. I would’ve preferred to not be that sober.”

Chris’s mouth moved, but he didn't speak at first. “I’m sorry that stuff happened to you,” he said, choosing his words carefully. 

“Why?” Leon said with such genuine confusion that it pained Chris.

“I mean, it doesn’t sound like you’ve had any good experiences… maybe not any completely… consensual experiences…” The last part sounded like a question, though he was pretty confident that his assumptions were true. 

“Are you gonna try to get me to “process my trauma” or are you gonna fuck me?” Leon said to avoid the awkwardness. Nothing like trauma to ruin a perfectly good moment. 

Leon captured Chris’ lips in a kiss, but Chris pulled back. “I have to know that you actually want this.”

“I’m the one who started it, aren’t I?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, I want this.”

Leon was ready to tear Chris’ clothes off, but again,  Chris stopped him. “We’ll go slowly,” he said, prompting Leon to sigh. “Or,” Chris continued, “I won’t fuck you at all.”

“You’d never turn down the chance.”

“Oh? Mr. Pity Party’s feeling so confident all of a sudden? Try me.”

Chris crossed his arms and stared at Leon, who eventually gave in. “Fine. Do you have more terms and conditions? Or can we get on with it?”

“Why are you so insistent on “getting on with it”? Why do you feel the need to rush things? Why not let yourself experience some enjoyment for once?”

“I enjoy it fast and rough-”

“No, that’s just the only way you’ve ever had it.”

The truth cuts like a knife. Leon didn’t know he was being defensive. Chris was right. He’d never had it slow or sober. He closed his eyes and nodded, trying desperately to accept the revelation he’d just been forced to have. 

Chris grabbed Leon by the back of his neck, seemingly pulling him in for another kiss, but he whispered in Leon’s ear, “I wanna make you feel good.”

The words sent a shiver down Leon’s spine. Chris’ voice was low in pitch and in volume, and Leon knew every word was for his ears only. It’s no longer reassurance, it’s flirtation, bordering on dirty talk. 

Then, Chris went in for the kiss with more confidence, dedication turned devotion. Chris was gentle when he pushed Leon onto the bed, so much so that Leon tried to find a joke somewhere in his foggy brain to avoid the fact that he felt like a virgin in the face of such tenderness.

“Any chance you have any lube?” 

“No, but I bet you five bucks that concierge does.”

Chris scoffed in disbelief. “Deal.”

Approximately five minutes later Leon returned with a bottle in his hand. 

“No fucking way.”

“Pay up, Redfield,” Leon said, holding out his palm. 

“Really? I don’t even think I have cash.”

“There’s an ATM downstairs.”

“How about I offer you something else, maybe another form of payment will suffice…?”

“Just this once. I’ll let you get away with it… because you look hot even when you’re all covered in blood.”

Chris’ lips curved upward into a smile so genuine that it was foreign to him. Leon realized that maybe he didn’t get complimented very often, and surely not enough. Leon didn’t have time to compliment Chris to the extent that he deserved - that would take a lifetime. 

Chris pulled Leon by the hand so that Leon was straddling his lap. Leon leaned down to kiss Chris with less force in the absence of haste. This time he melted into Chris’ lips. 

It wasn’t Leon’s first time being penetrated, but it was the first time someone cared enough to prepare him before shoving their cock inside him. Chris’ fingers, slick with lube, made him tense due to their gentleness. It was a novel thing to Leon. 

“You’re tensing up,” Chris said. 

“I’m not trying to,” Leon said, lashing out at Chris, though he was upset at his own inability to relax. 

“Just relax.”

“It’s easier said than done.”

Chris pulled Leon into a kiss and it seemed to help him, taking his mind off the fact that Chris’ fingers were inside him, slowly stretching him out. Leon’s breath quickened and he grunted into Chris’ mouth. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Leon’s voice was shaky. “It actually feels… good.”

“Yeah? Like this?” Chris curled his fingers to meet the same spot, making Leon moan louder than this time.

“Yeah, right there. It feels really fuckin’ good.” Leon didn’t need to say it for Chris to know - the way his dick twitched told him enough. 

“Think you’re ready?”

“Hope so. I want it.”

Chris removed his pants and upon seeing what he’d been hiding under them, Leon changed his mind. “Maybe I’m not as ready as I thought.” He was wide-eyed and hungry for it, but more nervous given Chris’ size. 

“I’ll go slow,” he promised. “And we can stop whenever you want.”

For many years, Leon struggled to pinpoint his exact feelings for Chris. Was it lust? Affection? Connection due to their similar circumstances? The one thing he'd known from the start was that he trusted Chris. 

Leon gulped down his anticipatory nerves and nodded, giving Chris the go ahead. Before entering Leon, he was diligent enough to lube himself up, giving Leon a nice view.

Leon hissed at the initial stretch. “I knew you’d be big, but not this big.”

“Sorry, nothing I can do about it.” Chris laughed a little, forced to take it as a compliment. 

“It’s fine,” Leon said, though his words were beginning to slur. “It’s hot. Just gonna take a minute to get used to it.”

Leon learned that Chris likes to makeout during sex and he would’ve thought it was too romantic if Chris’ lips didn’t feel so good pressed against his. Eventually, they both were running short on breath, so they fucked forehead-to-forehead until they climaxed - Leon first, shortly followed by Chris. 

Chris collapsed next to Leon and Leon sunk further into the mattress. His eyes had fallen shut and his hands laid on his stomach, unsure of their place. Someone is supposed to leave now, he thought. That was the way it had gone every other time Leon had done this before.  

“You okay?” Chris’ voice called him back to reality. 

“Yeah,” he said. And, besides his confusion, he was. Very okay, which confused him more. It was the first time he'd felt truly at ease lying naked next to someone. He might be sore the next day, but only physically.  

“You look… awkward.”

“I’m not used to… this part.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s pretty easy. It’s similar to lying down alone. You just have another person there.”

“Thanks, asshole. I got that much.”

“Do you want me to leave you alone or…?”

“Are you asking me if I want to cuddle with you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“No, if that’s what you want.”

“I don’t care either way. I want whatever you want.”

Chris pulled Leon towards him in a way that would be startling if it were anyone else’s hands. 

“I knew you were too stubborn to say ‘yes’,” he whispered, answering the unasked question. 

“How are we supposed to do this?”

“I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way.”

Leon sighed, and Chris took it as a plea for directions. 

“I can hold you from behind like this,” Chris offered, manhandling Leon. “Or, you can lie on top of me.”

Leon rolled over and put his head on Chris’ chest. 

“C’mon,” Chris said, “You can’t crush me.”

Leon pretended to be reluctant when he wrapped his leg over Chris so that he was sprawled halfway across his chest. He admitted, accidentally, the next morning that it was the best sleep of his life. Leon locked eyes with Chris and noticed the way the corners of his eyes wrinkle when he smiles, how the demarcations have made their place more permanent over time, the subtle reminders of happiness becoming more prominent with age. 

It was about an hour later when Leon looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and noticed his own smile. His expression was so unusual it almost made him suspicious. He was under the impression that the previous night’s experience would’ve brought about some change within him. It was only then, that he realized he’s exactly the same as he’s always been. The only new thing was the certainty he felt when he stared at his own reflection. Denial was just a phase. 

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LITTLE PAGE UPDATE

For people who do know me personally know I’ve genuinely struggled with trying to get back into writing for the Resident Evil community, in particular for Leon Kennedy, and frankly I just don’t see it happening any time soon. It has nothing to really do with my own feelings towards Leon because they’re still there, but every time I even think about posting about him or writing for him no matter how small, I just get anxiety and overwhelm myself because I feel so disconnected to him.

I rarely think about him now, much less engage with other content for him, and that’s sad simply because he’s a character I’ve studied for like a year straight down to the bone marrow and made him into how I think he would act personally and it brought me comfort. Like I don’t even watch edits of him, and I think about Chris Redfield more than I think about Leon, it’s that bad. I feel like explaining this seems childish, but I know I initially started this account writing for RE after RE4R came out which I don’t regret, but I genuinely don’t feel connected to Leon Kennedy as a character anymore or even the community, whatever is left of it.

If you look at my masterlist for RE, you’ll see I deleted my series Story Of Us from my account entirely. Just having it on my tumblr page made me sad, for both traction reasons and feeling unmotivated to finish a story I took months to plan and outline, so I deleted it. It is on AO3 though if I ever decide to come back to it, and honestly if I ever write for Leon again in the future that’s where he’ll be until I feel otherwise. Maybe the community will be revived for a remake, or maybe not, but that feels like wishful thinking.

I don’t know where my creative abilities will go, but I hope to find greener pastures that will fill me with a similar or better feeling that I got when I first started writing for Leon altogether. I still hold love for him, but my heart is just not in writing for that white man right now so I’ll expand and write for others happily. Hope y’all understand. 🫶

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Ichor and Pomegranate, Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Image used with permission by artist Practical Al Ichor and Pomegranate by Nspired1

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Pairing: Jill Valentine/Albert Wesker Features: Chris Redfield, Marvin Branagh, Brian Irons, the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team (Resident Evil), the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team (Resident Evil), Kevin Ryman, Wes Drucker, Elliot Edward, Claire Redfield, Rita Phillips, Original Characters, Tags: Partners in Crime, Crime Scenes, Murder Mystery, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Human Albert Wesker, Good Albert Wesker, Well sort of, Fuck it, Flirting, Young Jill Valentine, Eventual Smut, Albert Wesker Being an Asshole, Crime Scene Details, Angst, Checking Out Your Superior, Power Dynamics, Police humor, Police Procedural, Bitter brand fluff, Eventual Romance, Pining, Slow Burn, Kevin Ryman is my wingman Chapter 11: Those Who Set a Table for Fortune

There was something different in his face, something off and without thinking about it, Jill tilted her head and studied him for a moment without answering.

The silence that lengthened between them was oddly peaceful while she thought.

He still had on his sunglasses, which was an oddity for him in his own home. Even the office only had one domed light within the space, and it cast shadows across both of their faces.

"What is it?" Wesker asked as he leaned forward slightly and brought his right hand to rest along his thigh. He still wore his black gloves and ever so gently, his four fingers rubbed against his thumb in a circular motion while he watched her.

"Captain, as impeccable as you are with reading silences, you do have some of your own tells," she answered next.

"Do I?" he mused before his thumb and forefinger paused. As if he already knew.

"Mhm," she continued, daring to reach her hand forward to grab his. "They used to train me to hunt men like you, you know."

The button to his right leather glove popped gently in her fingers while she lifted her eyes to where she thought his were behind the sunglasses.

With her fingers pulling the glove off slowly, she continued, "Men who yell, threaten, and make noise either go for distraction or display." Her smile was a closed envelope "Either suits me. If I could hear them, I could find them." The glove dropped to the floor.

"But you, captain?" The button for his left glove came undone. "I have to find you, and when I do, I simply watch." The skin of his palms was calloused as the pads of her fingers trailed after the material. "And what I see is sometimes the loudest of them all."

His fingers enclosed over hers before she could pull it back.

They sat facing one another in their chairs. Captain Wesker leaned forward further, and she didn't think she imagined the husky tone that came next.

"And what do you see?"

"You're in pain," she answered before her hand pulled from his and she slowly reached up for the sunglasses.

When he caught her wrist, she flinched from the speed but relaxed when she heard his exhale.

"Don't." He lowered her hand from his face. "Full marks for perception. You've found me at a disadvantage, but surely a headache isn't all you've figured out."

"No," she agreed with a pointed look that flashed his way. "But I'd rather see your eyes when I tell you that."

"I'm sure you would," he obliged in a drawl before he released her arm. "Let me see your reports."

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chris redfield x ada wong

tropes: enemies to lovers, crack!, hurt and (maybe) no comfort, character study, and miscommunication.

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Mullvans | Jake Muller x Piers Nivans

Sweet Melody 

4.9k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; College AU, Musical references, TA!Jake, Student!Piers

Piers is so close to finishing his aerospace engineering degree, he's only got one semester (and one elective) left! What happens when he takes on a class on music history and ends up falling for his mysterious TA? For the Resident Evil Rarepair Month Week 5 - College AU

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Aching

1k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Piers Nivans Lives, Injury, Chronic Pain, Physical Disability, Established Relationship

Jake was always the best person to comfort Piers on his bad days.

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Hunter's Capture 

2k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Fantasy AU, Half dragon!Jake, Hunter!Piers, Kidnapping, Identity Reveal

What happens when Piers gets whisked away by a dragon in the middle of an investigation? Why has he been taken, just who has taken him?

Cleon | Leon Kennedy x Claire Redfield

Favourite colour 

244 words ; Gen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Character Study

If you asked Leon S. Kennedy what his favourite colour was, his answer would vary.

Clalex | Claire Redfield x Alex Wesker

Kneeling at the curtain of your hips

1.6k words ; Explicit ; No Archive Warnings ; Established relationship, Mistress/Pet, Obedience, Oral Sex

What's another evening in the company of Alex Wesker, Claire asks herself?

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Do bioweapons dream of love?

1k words ; Mature ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Established relationship, Suicidal thoughts, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Claire had those moments, those moods, it was just a fact. She had so ever since she was young – perhaps it had all started when their parents had died, when she had been left almost all alone, only entrusted in the care of her older brother. Claire felt it hard to care about things sometimes, about life, especially since her own seemed to only be a series of catastrophe, death and loss.

Nivanfield | Piers Nivans x Chris Redfield

'Cause you know the good die young / But so did this

2.2k words ; Explicit ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Uniform kink, Punishment, Blow Jobs, PWP, Power dynamics

Piers has been kneeling for god knew how long in Chris' office. Surely the young sniper has learned his lesson, has he?

Albert Wesker

V for Violence, W for Wesker 

738 words ; Mature ; Major Character Death ; Character study, implied Chrisker, Canonical character death

Violence was all that Albert Wesker had ever known

[a-thousand-lives-lost-for-peace]

MASTERLIST/PINNED

HEADCANONS

╰┈➤ Jill Valentine

╰┈➤ Jill Valentine Tattoos

╰┈➤ Jill Valentine At Home

╰┈➤ Pre -RE1 Military/Childhood

╰┈➤ Jill Valentine Playlist

╰┈➤ Jill Valentine + Florence And The Machine

╰┈➤ Jill Valentine DBD Killer Concept

╰┈➤ Parker Luciani

╰┈➤ Chris Redfield At Home

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CHARACTER-SPECIFIC ANALYSIS

╰┈➤ Jill Valentine

-⋆★⋆- Recovery / hospital » Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Fears, nightmares » No specific timeline

-⋆★⋆- Titles / Emotions - partly » No specific timeline

-⋆★⋆- Work » Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Mental Scars » Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Uncertainty » Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Photography » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Vehicle Specialisation » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Lingering P30 Effects » Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Blood On Your Hands » Post RE3/5

-⋆★⋆- Control » Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Bird Imagery » RE5/Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Bird Imagery Pt.2 » RE5 & Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Middle Name » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- RE5 Estate Fall » RE5

-⋆★⋆- Determination & STARS » Pre-RE1

-⋆★⋆- Reliance » RE5 & Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Bleeding Heart » RE3/Post RE3

-⋆★⋆- Rhamnusia » RE3

-⋆★⋆- Names And Titles » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Training » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Queercoding » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- More On P30 » RE5

-⋆★⋆- Jill Wesker Rivalry » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Hospital Recovery » Post RE5

-⋆★⋆- Resident Evil 1 p.1

╰┈➤ CHRIS REDFIELD

-⋆★⋆- Resident Evil 1 p.2

-⋆★⋆- Foils » Death Island

-⋆★⋆- Wesker's Sunglasses » S.T.A.R.S

-⋆★⋆- Tattoos & Meaning » Post RE8

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RENDERS

- I do take render requests, just use the ask button! Mainly for Resident Evil, though I'll try to find models if it's a different media.

╰┈➤ GENERAL

-⋆★⋆- Umbrella Pharmaceuticals » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆-Late Nights at the BSAA » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Chris' Mission Table » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Zealot » RE4R

-⋆★⋆- Studies » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Gift » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Operation Javier » Pre-RE4

-⋆★⋆- Game Concept » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Separate Ways Anniversary

╰┈➤ CHARACTER SPECIFIC

-⋆★⋆- Resident Evil 2 | Leon » RE2R

-⋆★⋆- Albert Wesker » S.T.A.R.S

-⋆★⋆- Training | Krauser & Leon » Post RE2R

-⋆★⋆- BSAA Maneouvre | Parker » Before RE:R

-⋆★⋆- Reunion | Ethan & Rose » RE8:SOR

-⋆★⋆- Work | Wesker » Just before RE1

-⋆★⋆- A Father's Protection | Ethan & Rose » RE8: SOR

-⋆★⋆- Battle Against The Beast | Jill » RE3

-⋆★⋆- My Ashes Will Be Umbrella's Ashes Too | Jill » Before RE3

-⋆★⋆- Killer Jill DBD AU » Jill DBD

╰┈➤ SHIPS

-⋆★⋆- Missing You | Chreon » Vendetta

-⋆★⋆-Weskwinters 1 | Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Weskwinters 2 | Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Unexpected Reunion | Winterfield » Post RE8

-⋆★⋆- Together Again | Winterfield » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Vinyls & Records | Winterfield » Unspecified

-⋆★⋆- Vendetta » Chreon » RE: Vendetta

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ARTWORK

-⋆★⋆- Winterfield » Post RE8

WRITING

-⋆★⋆- I remember those lost in the dark » Serrenedy

-⋆★⋆- Jill Valentine Drabble » Jill Valentine

[saberamane]

 So I’ve been grinding Dying Light and this idea popped into my head while doing the mindless Stuffed Turtle grind but…

The main character of Dying Light, Crane, is voiced by Roger Craig Smith (Ezio) so how about a zombie apocalypse(ish) AU where Ezio is helidropped into a quarantine city where most of the population is now zombies?

His mission is to find a certain person only known as Cypher who is said to have the key to the cure of this supposed virus.

The people he’s working for do not know what Cypher looks like, only that he’s the leader of the band of survivors trying to just live in the city-infested hellhole and scouring enough food, water, and antizin for everyone.

So Ezio has to (1) get the survivors and Cypher to trust him and (2) find the supposed ‘key’ (might be a hard drive, might even be an actual vial, who knows).

When he gets there, he gets both attacked by members of a very hostile gang, accidentally gets a hoard to swarm them, and gets saved by two runners.

One of them had to get his hand cut off so he wouldn’t be infected.

So now Ezio has to work to get their trust harder as he just accidentally maimed one of their best runners.

Unorganized ideas:

His handler for the company he works for is Lucy and we’ll keep it a secret until maybe towards the midpoint or end but Ezio is actually working for Abstergo (and he doesn’t know how shitty Abstergo truly is)

Ezio’s main contact for the survivors (who are holed up in a place called the ‘Tower’) is Malik, the runner who had saved him at the cost of his arm. He’s a bit hard to please but Ezio would see how much he cares for his people.

The leader of their survivors in the Tower has the codename Cypher but the survivors rarely use the name.

Ezio believes that Cypher is a man named Altaïr who everyone praises. He’s the one calling the shots as far as Ezio knows.

There’s a doctor by the name of Desmond as well who gives out the antizin shots and can also parkour like the best of them. Everyone in the Tower loves him and Malik always feels like he’s just a hair away from having an aneurysm every time Desmond leaves the Tower (usually by asking Ezio for a ‘favor’)

Yes. It’s a switcheroo and Desmond is the real Cypher while Altaïr (and Malik in some cases) is a deliberate red herring to protect Desmond from Abstergo because Desmond doesn’t have the cure. He has, however, a flash drive that his father gave him before he succumbed to the virus which has all the studies, documents, and evidence that point that the virus had been a WMD project of Abstergo and they were planning to send it out in the world but the government (pushed by Abstergo) were jamming all of their ways to send it.

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Additions by SaberAmane:

So! First things first. I played the hell out of Dying Light about 2 or 3 years ago?? And I am ashamed to say…I didn’t know Crane was also Ezio. And seeing as my main draw to both characters were their voices…how did I not notice?! (I’m even more ashamed when I looked him up and saw he also voices Chris Redfield from Resident Evil, Shinji Hirako from Bleach (which I had a massive voice fetish for in high school…), and Deidara from Naruto (a favorite character).

Long story short, this guy’s voice has basically picked my favorite characters for me for YEARS and I never noticed they were the same…(too bad this guy is 20 years older than me is all I’m saying…)

With that in mind, let’s begin. (Feel free to laugh at my cluelessness)

It’s Malik and a man named Rauf who save Ezio. Malik has his hand removed because he was bitten, which means he can’t really go far from the tower anymore once he’s healed, his parkour is limited by the missing hand. Which means Malik’s younger brother, Kadar, takes his place as a runner and Malik helps more inside the base. 

Malik, of course, is not happy about Kadar being outside with the zombies, especially with new, ‘volatile’ variants coming out now. The most dangerous ones only come out at night, but there are ones that come out during the day too which are also very dangerous to encounter. There’s rumors of one that spits acid being around…

Malik ends up helping Desmond with first aid stuff, keeping track of supplies which include food, water, weapons, and others. Helps Altair with more ‘civil’ problems amongst the survivors. (All in all, becomes the resident mother hen. Who’s always angry. And may or may not stab you for your stupidity…)

Ezio does his best to try and make better relations with the tower group. He offers to help Desmond get supplies they need, especially seeing as they now need more stuff for Malik’s missing hand. (Strangely this makes people suspicious of Ezio for offering to help their ‘doctor’.)

With his limited help to Desmond, Ezio tries other area’s. Like running across the city for people to retrieve sentimental things from their homes they were unable to take with them at first, looking for lost people, helping set up ‘safe zones’ for runners caught out at night, and overall clearing out the area to keep it safe.

When he finally meets Altair, he can’t help but notice the resemblance to Desmond… Could they be brothers? They look nearly identical, but how they hold themselves changes their appearance drastically. Desmond is more open and friendly outwardly, while Altair seems cold and unyielding. (Ezio sees how Altair is with the children in the tower, so he can’t be too harsh.)

The first time Ezio hears someone call Altair the ‘Cypher’, he thinks he just might have found his target, and so quickly! After all, they said the one known as ‘Cypher’ was the leader of the group living in the Tower, and everyone defers to Altair (and sometimes Malik), so Ezio decides to focus his attentions on Altair. Getting on his good side, trying to gain his trust even harder, pushing for more ‘jobs’ to do and ways to help people.

Eventually Ezio is asked to help with clearing out a nest that has popped up way too close to the Tower. The ones in on the meeting are Altair (of course), Malik (who has maps of the area and coordinated with the runners patrolling the area for the known info) Desmond (to have an idea of the mission and what he might need to prepare in case things go wrong??) Rauf and Kadar, who are two of the runners familiar with the area, and of course Ezio.

And all in all, it’s a simple enough plan, they have plenty of homemade explosives and there seems to be only one way into the nest. And during the day, the volatiles are usually lethargic and slow to notice people. So they plan to sneak in, place explosives around and set them off to kill the volatiles, and trap whatever doesn’t die inside.

It goes great, until Kadar screams over the radio...

Ezio performs a daring rescue, able to kill of the volatiles in his way and get Kadar safely outside into the sun. But he’s in rough shape. He has a gut wound, and obvious bites. And he’s losing a lot of blood. Ezio gets the kid back to the Tower as fast as possible, Desmond and Altair already there to begin trying to save him...

Rauf is nowhere to be found. He’s not answering his radio, he never left the nest, and Ezio didn’t see him when he ran for Kadar.

After hours of trying to save Kadar, Desmond finally says he’s stabilizing. The antizin is keeping the change at bay, and the gut wound was cleaned and stitched. They just had to hope infection didn’t set in. They didn’t have any antibiotics. Malik is, understandably, devastated.

That night, Ezio goes to leave the Tower to check in with Abstergo, to ask for a drop with antibiotics and other med supplies. Kadar wasn’t as experienced as the other runners, despite his parkour being among the best. He was only there because Ezio had gotten his brother injured to the point he couldn’t continue to be a runner. This was Ezio’s fault.

But just as he gets far enough away from the Tower to feel safe to call Abstergo, he sees Desmond. Sneaking away from the tower. Ezio follows him for a while, and as they’re reaching the worst part of the city, where runners have all but been forbidden to go, Ezio stops Desmond. “Where are you going?”

The answer is simple. This part of town is the worst because it’s where the main outbreak happened. The hospital is there. The medical supplies to help Kadar are there. Desmond can’t let Kadar die, it’d destroy Malik, and Altair. And everyone else in the Tower, for Kadar is well loved by everyone. And Desmond is good enough to be able to risk entering this forbidden zone and have a chance of leaving it alive.

Ezio goes with. To help Desmond. To help Kadar. Not because he is trying to get close to Altair, to find this ‘Cypher’, but because it’s the right thing to do. These are just people trying to live in a city that has been taken form them, through means not their own doing.

...And what were the chances Abstergo would lend aid? Ezio had no proof Altair was the ‘Cypher’ they looked for.

So Ezio and Desmond infiltrate, dodging the hoards of zombies and the more lucid, more dangerous volatile’s. They get into the hospital unnoticed, and thankfully, there’s no volatiles in the hospital itself, though there are zombies to deal with, the slow walkers and more nimble runners. But they’re easy enough to deal with.

Finding the supplies though? Everything is empty. The cases and packaging are there, but no actual useful supplies.

And the Abstergo logo is everywhere.

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Unorganized thoughts:

Desmond wears the USB with the info on as a necklace. No one but Altair and Malik know the ‘pendent’ of his necklace is a USB.

Altair and Malik are a couple. Everyone knows, despite their often volatile relationship. (Ezio finds out by walking in on a...private...moment...)

The medical supplies are eventually found, and Kadar lives. All the supplies had been moved to a ‘clinic’ that turns out was doing testing on the zombies and the virus itself.

Ezio eventually learns about Abstergo’s true reasoning behind wanting the data. They made the virus, and the city was their testing ground. Things went sideways when their plans were found out and the virus was unleashed on the whole population instead of a controlled group. Desmond’s father had gathered the data to expose Abstergo before he was purposefully infected. Desmond had to kill him after he turned.

What happened to Rauf? No one knows...

After learning of Abstergo’s true plans and hand in all this, he confesses to Altair, Malik and Desmond his true purpose for being there. And his decision to help them get the information out at whatever cost, to stop Abstergo.

Shaun and Becca had, in the background, been quietly fixing a strategic few electrical towers, buffing them up to try and clear the jamming Abstergo had on the city. 

The other survivors in the city? Abstergo mercenaries. Paid to find the ‘Cypher’ and get the data. Even if it meant killing the whole populace of the ‘Tower’ to do so.

Ezio and Desmond end up getting close and falling into a very serious, nauseatingly romantic courtship. Or as romantic as one can have in a zombie infested city...

In the end, they are able to get past Abstergo’s jamming and let the world know people are still in the city, and Abstergo is the cause of the outbreak. Happy ending for everyone??

[mothxmoons]

One enthralling night

Start post, reposting just without the poll because I think that’s was what was causing it to crash

You had moved to Raccoon City some time ago and moved in with an old friend, Chris Redfield. Chris was…interesting to have as a roommate…but he was your friend and he was always very kind to you. You were in college at this time, hoping to learn something about who you want to be and what you want to do. Though, oftentimes you found yourself painting or reading or drawing, college eventually led you here; Raccoon City. Chris talked about his military career when he started out but got an offer in Raccoon City, and it just so happened that you were moving there too and needed a roommate. The stars aligned it seemed.

Although you’d be the one that was home more often than he was, you always made sure it was at least semi-nice to come home to. Plus, you two might be able to save up for a house and become housemates. Working part time at a library, and studying while also doing your own painting, it was a nice relaxing time in your opinion. Well, it was. You were a little fixated on your roommate though in a not-so platonic light. His eyes were always so bright when he talked to you about things he liked, how he always checked on you when you were down in the dumps. Even getting you things from the store when you didn’t ask for them. Like he read your mind.

It felt like you were a married couple sometimes. Bickering about little things, making up via small gifts. Always talking, spending breakfast and dinner together. Him bringing you food and drinks when you were studying or painting.

Chris seldom talked about his work in STARS, as he always came home tired, but when you asked, his eyes lit up and would talk about how Jill snarked at Joseph or Brad, or how Captain Wesker had done something out of character.

Captain Wesker. That was a common name in these conversations. Chris admired his captain, and you’d tell him that he should invite the team over for a holiday. Maybe a sport’s holiday. So you’d get a chance to meet the prominent people in his life, and you’d cook for them if he did invite them.

Chris immediately got excited at that, he loved your cooking. Anything he touched basically set on fire. So you cooking for him? God that was way better than any takeout food he could have. “Always tasted like home.” He’d say.

You could feel your heartbeat quicken when he’d say that. Although Chris didn’t agree to inviting them over for a sport’s event, he didn’t want to share your cooking with the others, there was a new tradition for the RPD that they wanted to do. A ball. Which, in your opinion, was very strange. You needed a little convincing to go with him.

“Please! Jill thinks I’m making you up!” Chris said, pleading and holding your shirt.

“Making me up?” You asked, practically rolling your eyes with a smile as you looked back at him, continuing on with your cooking. He still held on as you walked around, dragging him with.

“Yeah! Says I hallucinated a spouse who cooks meals for me.” Chris whined, spreading his legs to the floor. So dramatic.

“Hm, maybe you did hallucinate me. And all of our memories together from High school.”

“Ugh- I wish.”

You laughed as you continued to drag him around as you maneuvered through the kitchen.

“Please! Just this one time!” He asked once more, wrapping his arms around your waist as he placed his head on your stomach, his legs spread out on the ground. Oh boy, he’s using his puppy dog eyes.

You can’t resist his adorable face…

“Ok, ok fine.”

You sighed as he cheered and fell backwards, not having you as a support when he let go. He finally gets to introduce you to his team! He cheered all the way back to his room, immediately making plans. You suppose you have to do that too, but for now, pasta.

You had a nice outfit for certain occasions, it wouldn’t be too formal or too casual, but still nice. Turns out the reason why Chris was so hellbent on convincing you to go to the ball with him was because it was three days away….And he also already told everyone he’d bring you.

Short notice, but this was Chris.

He had to do a rundown of all the important people at the event, who was funding it, why they started the tradition, and his teammates’ role in making it a success.

“Basically, Umbrella is funding the RPD, and our team is directly funded by them, so whatever traditions they want to start for the precinct is what we get to do. And since our team is directly funded by it, it’s important we show up and look extra nice. Chief Brian Irons is the main head but he’s just a mouthpiece and greedy bastard for some Umbrella bigwigs….don’t say that out loud to him.” Chris ranted, for the 10th time, rechecking his suit and belongings.

You laughed at how much he wanted to impress his captain though. He went through a lot of suits in a very fancy shop just to pick the right one.

“And while Captain Wesker does represent STARS as a whole, we also have to make a good impression to continue being funded.” Chris explained on and on. Waving his hand frantically, trying to find a tie to match with his new suit.

You already knew much about his other teammates as he loves to talk about them when you ask, but you couldn’t wait to meet them in person.

The next few days zoomed past as you were too excited but also very busy with your life. The Raccoon City police department used to be a museum so it was very beautiful. You felt so out of place, but holding Chris’ arm as you two walked in the doors was enthralling. The other people turned to watch a STARS member walk through the doors with someone on his arm. How enchanting. Chris gestured to a man up the stairs by a statue, Captain Wesker, before leaving you to roam wanting a drink.

The options for the poll were

Greet Wesker: 86%

Find Chris: 14%

Talk to Jill: 14%

[endsthis]

𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖, 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘.       an industrial city in the heart of america and claire redfield's destination. racing along on her bike, claire has but one goal: to find her older brother chris, who seems to have dropped off the face of the earth a few weeks back. as the rain beats down on her, a feeling of dread spreads through her chest, a vague feeling that's about to take on a very tangible form, right before her eyes            

#ENDSTHIS   is a private character study into claire redfield of capcom's resident evil series. primary timeline set during and between events of re2, code veronica, & re: degeneration.       CARRD.   / PROMO CREDIT.