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clayderogatory · 2 months ago

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"Under the Red Light of the Crimson Moon."

a/n note: happy spooky season! since the poll received so much positive attention and many yes-es...i decided to write this! it will be posted on my ao3 after as well! also this playlist was very much my vibe im going for so if you like music while reading, this one is perfect! also, this is a VERY plot heavy and descriptive fic as well. warning, this fic does have dark content, if that is not for you, i do not suggest reading! This will also be a multipart series/multi chapter fic!

pairing: vampire!leon kennedy x gn!reader.

word count: 7.2k

tags: mystery, last name already established, graphic depiction of death, corpses, blood, language, heavy mentions of religion, romanticism, neck biting, alcohol use, mentions of other resident evil characters, no smut!

description: you are a doctor/researcher who gets sent to the eerie town of Hythe to investigate and help the strange deaths of the townsfolk. soon, you hear talk of the strange manor upon the hill to the north, and you decide to investigate.

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The town of Hythe was certainly one of much mystery, certainly even from the townsfolk there. The place was always described as eerie, where something was always off. Many people were ill quite frequently, and many were mysteriously killed by an unknown source. With many letters sent and through your curiosity being piqued, you had ultimately decided to see what was all the trouble. The train ride there had been rather pleasant, mainly through the blissful and tranquil countryside of Europe. It had been a wonderful sight to see, the thick green trees whose branches spread to the sun and it's radiant rays, the soft green grass across the plains that would hastily pass by, and the occasional cottages that you would see with families tending to their little farms—it was all rather charming. It truly made you wonder what could be so wrong?

When you arrived at the town of Hythe, that was when it all clicked in your mind. You stepped off the train to a town that was particularly and overly gloomy. The roads and houses were primarily made of stone and dark wood, and while lit oil lamps were filed along the slightly cracked streets—the air was thick and filled with the scent of death and decay. You scrunched your nose at the horrid smell that entered your nostrils, “It smells like shit..” A mumble escaped your lips as you tried your best to not breathe in more of the air around you. You walked through the dark town, the dark and grey clouds above hid away the warm and bright rays of the sun, to which it left the area seemingly forlorn. The townspeople were no better, anyone that was shuffling by were pale and thin. You assumed no one had seen the comforts of the sun in years, as you shifted glances with the townsfolk who just so happened to pass by you. They had seemed rather intrigued and quite curious by your presence in the town of Hythe—after all—no one ever willingly visited this place.

Luckily, you had the ability to stay at the nicest inn the town could offer. After all, with a well paying job such as yours, you could afford more than the average person could in this economy. You had carried your personal bags made of the richest full grain leathers—a generous gift from your father when you were entering your career as a doctor and a researcher. In an alleyway, you had heard the sobbings of a woman and two children, clad in all black, as they tragically wept over the corpse of what you assumed as her now dead husband. An elder priest accompanied them as well, he was saying his deepest prayers along with the family and praying that the man’s soul would be guided to heaven to rest in God’s safe embrace.

You could only watch with a sense of pity as you took notice of the body itself. The corpse seemed fresher, as if it happened the night before you arrived. The muscles were all stiff as the man’s face was contorted into a pale, and horrified expression. The man looked petrifyingly angular, as if someone had suctioned up much of the muscle mass in his body. The horrible odor filled through the air and unfortunately right into your nostrils as your face turned to one of pure disgust. No matter how long you had been in the medical field, you never had much of a tolerance for the dead. The one thing that stuck out to you the most was a large and uninviting bite mark along where the man’s jugular vein would be. The blood had been dried to a rustic red color and part of his cream colored—now stained in a dried crimson—shirt ripped apart to reach the man’s neck. Whoever would…or even could do such a thing like this?

You decided to investigate further as you carefully and slowly stepped closer, the smell was absolutely putrid, but you could manage to keep moving for the sake of your own curiosity and personal research. You had pulled out a small leatherback notebook and a writing utensil out of your coat pocket as you politely cleared your throat to grab their attention. “My deepest apologies during this time…but I could not help but notice this predicament before me…would it be alright to inquire about what may have happened?” You asked sweetly and kindly, after all, the family seemed to be heavily distraught from the traumatic sight before them. No one could blame them for feeling that way, of course.

“He..he left last night for a drink at the t..tavern…and he..he didn't come home! He was only thirty eight…” The woman exclaimed as her tears kept falling from her bloodshot and tired eyes. “And he was found in this state?” You replied and went to walk over to observe the body yourself. “Indeed…my dearest Simon..” She whispered as you kneeled down to have a better look. Judging by the state of decomposition, it seemed to be around one in the morning that he was killed, with how it was now an early eight in the morning. “It was most certainly a homicide…that is too odd of a puncture wound to inflict on oneself…” You spoke in a soft and hushed tone—almost to yourself even.

You lightly traced your hand just barely above the wound, not enough to touch—but you were certainly focused on it. The wound was unlike anything you have ever seen, it was almost too neat for it to have been any sort of weapon. There was no gunpowder or scorch marks on his cold and dead skin, so it couldn't possibly have been a pistol—or any gun for that matter. Hell, you didn't even know if they constructed bullets that thin. A knife certainly had too thick a blade, the wound would have instantly killed someone in the particular area as well. It would have left too jagged a cut as well, with the flesh being more torn into and creating a larger opening than what was presented before you. The man would have suffered more bloodloss in that particular case as well, and it wasn’t quite the case here—considering how there were only a few streams of leftover blood that had previously oozed and dripped down from his sternum and farther down his exposed chest. The marks that were left behind, equally parallel to one another, were so precise and thin…and yet, so intimidating to look at. “Excuse me…if I may ask who you are?” The priest questioned you as you were finally snapped out of one of just many of your investigative trances.

You had turned to the Priest once more before getting your thoughts together once more, “Dr. Coulston…although, you could just call me [Name].” You spoke calmly, regardless of there being a corpse right next to you. The priest’s light and stormy grey eyes lit up with the hint of familiarity, “Ah…you must be the doctor we have sent for.” They all had disregarded the decaying corpse for a moment to greet you. “I am this town’s main priest, Osmund Saddler.” He introduced himself as you gave a generous bow. “I truly thank you for your kindness, Father.” You formally addressed the man as you straightened your posture once more. “If I may ask…have there been many deaths much like this one?” You had opened your small notebook after asking and awaiting an answer to note down on the sheets of paper made from the finest wood pulp. “Indeed…it is the work of the Devil himself! I sense his presence around these corpses, may their souls be guided to Heaven…” Saddler had exclaimed and made a small motion of the cross with his hands. You hastily wrote everything you possibly could while he spoke, and also the details of the actual body itself.

Middle aged man, thirty eight years old. Name was Simon. Expression twisted into one of horror. Estimated time of death, 1:00-1:30 in the morning. Fatal wound of two precise and thin puncture wounds to the jugular vein. The body looks extremely thin, very unhealthily. The body was found in an alleyway just a few meters from the train station to the town of Hythe. Deaths like this are increasingly common, according to Father Osmund Saddler.

“May he rest in peace…” You clasped your hands together and uttered but a small prayer for all the families whose loved ones perished in such a grotesque way. Once you had rested your arms and opened your eyes once more, everything seemed to have calmed down more. “One more question…is there anyone here that could provide more information on these murders?” You inquired as what seemed to be some townsfolk hired by a funeral home started filing in to claim the body to prepare it to be embalmed and buried. “There is one you could try…he frequents the town square quite often. His name is Chris Redfield.” Saddler suggested as you wrote down his name and the place. “Thank you very much.” Your lips curved upwards into a smile as Saddler returned the gesture. “Of course, I hope to see you soon, Doctor.” It was after that where everyone had started to go their own separate ways, and you headed to the inn so you could book your room and leave your bags there. It wasn’t too much of a walk from your previous stance, and it was on the wealthier side of the town. You had walked along the stony paths of the streets, the low, but sturdy heels of your leather shoes making a soft clack with every step you took. You looked around the town to gather some needed insight for the town that you would be staying in for some time now.

There weren’t many shops on the outside, everything was indoors and secure. You assumed it was from the amount of murder along the streets of the town. Anyone that was even outside regardless looked awfully frightened. You could hear their hushed whispers to one another, their gossipings, all about the man’s corpse you have just seen with your own two eyes. News seemed to spread around quickly in this town, although they probably had nothing else better to do with their lives. Just waiting to see who will be struck dead in the thick and dreadful cold of the night! You quietly hummed to yourself at the thought, it would make quite the mystery novel—you held onto that idea in your mind for later usage.

After you had lived in your own psyche and wandered around for but a moment, you reached the inn. It was at the least a little more welcoming than the rest of the town. It also had some stunning views of the mountains much further away in the distant landscape of the area. Through the windows of the inn, you could see the warmer and more comforting candlelight coming from indoors. It provided at least a small sense of security that most of the town very clearly didn't provide with its natural gloom. You gently opened the door and with a grunt, you hauled your bags into the entrance. There was a small golden bell that gave a cheerful jingle as you walked in. As you did, the bell provided the innkeeper the sense that someone had entered. She stood behind a wooden desk with a damp rag in her hands to clean.

“Welcome! How may I assist you?” She gave a warm smile as she placed the rag in a small compartment underneath the now cleaned, polished, hardwood table she stood behind. She had her slightly reddish–brown hair up in a messy ponytail, some of her hair falling onto her pale face that adorned icy blue eyes. She wore her work uniform that was just plain and simple, a red dress with puffed sleeves and a white lace at the ends. There was an ivory white ribbon upon the bust of her dress. She wore a faded dusty pink apron as well, but one eye-catching detail you had noticed was a sterling silver necklace she wore with the charm being a silver feather with a deep blue sapphire near the tip of the quill. You walked up to the counter and placed your bags down next to you with a small sigh escaping your lips. “I will need a room to stay in…for..quite a while. I was asked to come here in regards to the investigation of the murders.” You replied and put your hand upon the freshly polished wooden countertop. “Ah! Everyone in town has been talking about you…thank you for helping us, really.” She gave a pleasant smile before turning around to get a small room key for you. “Of course…and if it is no trouble..would you happen to know anything about these murders that have been rampant?” You had pulled your small leatherback notebook and writing utensil out once more in the hopes that she would know something.

“Well…my older brother has been looking into it a bit. He has told me it always happens in the complete dead of night. Every victim perishes the exact same…may God have mercy on their souls..” A soft sigh escaped her lips as you wrote everything she said down onto the parchment paper of your notebook. “And who is your brother?” You looked up for a brief moment, your eyes laced with that desire to know more. “Chris…Chris Redfield. I’m his sister, Claire.” She introduced herself and placed a key on the desk. Your eyes glimmered at your recognition of the name she spoke of. “I have indeed heard of him…do you know wherever he may be currently?” You wrote down her name next to his, and wrote a little margin note saying they were siblings. “Hm…I couldn’t say as of right now..but he has told me he was going to investigate the strange manor upon the hill to the north of town at some point.” Claire responded to your inquiry and leaned forwards against the countertop. It was a little improper, but you paid it no mind as you wrote down that important detail as well. “Manor? What is strange about it? Why is your brother going to investigate it?” You rapidly questioned, one after the other. Claire had to take a small pause to be able to properly answer your questions.

“Well…the manor has been there for..who knows how long? This village has been around for centuries…that manor along with it. It’s very rare to spot someone ever going inside or out…but one time..I did see a young man enter back inside. I couldn’t make out much of what he looked like…but he had a sort of dirty blonde hair from what I can remember. Regardless...my brother is a constable. He’s been on this investigation as well…he was the one that sent the letter to you.” Claire explained with a hand resting upon her soft, rosy cheek. You had checked your notes thus far.

Chris Redfield and Claire Redfield—siblings. Chris is a constable. Manor on the hill to the north, no one really comes in or out often. Young man with dirty blonde hair spotted once while going inside.

“I see…I thank you kindly.” You slowly nodded your head at Claire as she gave you the key to your room. “Of course! Name please?” She got out her own sheet of parchment paper to note down that the room would be occupied. “Dr. [Name] Coulston.” You replied as Claire nodded to herself as clarification and wrote down everything she needed. “Alright! We will charge you at the end of your stay.” She smiled and put the paper and fountain pen to the side. “And the room is the second door on the right!” She quickly added as you started to carry all of your possessions once more.

You had hauled your bags and items to the door, second from the right—you had remembered, and you opened the wooden door with the small key Claire had given you. The inside of the room was simple, but it was quite comfortable. There was a window to your left that gave you the same stunning views from when you first saw the building. The mountains that surrounded the town truly were a sight to behold, along with the thick forests at the feet of every mountain. Inside of the room was a queen sized bed to your right hand side, a rich mahogany nightstand next to it as well. Atop of it was a silver tray with a fresh box of matches to the side and a few candles with its silver candle holder. Next to the nightstand was a door that led to a small and private bathroom, as well as there being a few bookshelves filled with all kinds of books, a mahogany desk, a few nice portraits hanging around, a large vanity mirror hanging from the wall, and a fireplace that was currently unlit. You had placed your bags down at the foot of the bed and hung your coat on a coat hanger that you just noticed was beside the door. You then just took a moment to just lay down. So much had happened within the past one to two hours that you felt nearly exhausted. You decided that a nice nap would surely do you justice as you got comfortable and your eyes naturally closed on their own to drift into a comfortable slumber.

When you had finally awoken, it was night already. You didn’t even know you could potentially sleep that long—but the train ride had been quite long and you dealt with the whole mystery of the corpses and finding people. It all made your head spin from the stress, but you had a responsibility to solve it all. You slowly arose from the bed with a groan and a stretch, you could feel and hear the snapping of your bones as you felt the ability to move around without a soreness once more. You had ultimately decided to do some more investigation in the night, for you may have had the chance to catch the culprit whilst in the act! You had taken your coat from where you had previously hung it earlier and you slipped it back on. Then it was proceeded by fixing your hair to look a little more presentable than when you had woken up, and from one of your bags—you had pulled out a dagger of your own. If there was a chance that someone would try to go after you, you wanted to be ready at any given moment—and certainly considering the way of how these innocent people were being murdered, you knew you had to be wary and prepared for anything that could happen.

You picked up your satchel and filled it with some essentials. A first aid kit, small snacks for the road,and some stored money. There was always one person who would hide what he knew behind some sort of paywall—or if you needed something for dinner. Once you had personally felt ready, you slipped your shoes back on and left your cozy inn room for the unsuspecting mystery of the town of Hythe. When you had slipped out, as if the town already wasn’t overtly depressing, at night? It felt terrifying. You quietly wandered the streets on your own, the only sources of light coming from the scarce few of the oil lightposts on the sides of the street. The only thing you could hear were the clacks of your heels with each step on the cobblestone streets. You tried to keep your composure, the dread now finally kicking in as you could feel your body tremble from paranoia. You checked a few alleyways, and only finding complete darkness enveloping the space. You had turned your head towards the opposite way of the last alley you looked into, before you found a cold hand grabbing you by the waist and dragging you into that shadowy crevice of the alleyway. A scream escaped your mouth as your body was suddenly pressed up against another, with a complete absence of any warmth at all.

“A new face, hm?” You noticed it was a man’s voice, and from what you could gather, he had a seemingly Spanish accent. “It’s been forever since someone new came around..” He whispered as you felt his hot breath right where your jugular vein would be. You struggled in his grasp with quiet grunts, “Let…go of..me!” You cried out as you stomped on his foot with all your might and escaped from his hold as he howled in pain. “Mierda…” He cursed as he tried lunging for you again, to which you narrowly escaped with a yelp. “Get away from me!” You yelled and managed to get steady on your feet once more, dagger in hand. “Feisty, eh? So typical of humans..” He muttered as he ran up to you and managed to trap you once again, you struggled as he pinned you up against the wall and opened his mouth to seemingly bite you. His canine teeth were much larger than the normal person’s, and his eyes glowed red in the darkness that enveloped your bodies. You couldn’t make out any other defining features as your heart felt it would jump right out of your chest from how fast it was beating. Thump, thump, thump—it was all you heard as his teeth advanced closer, and you just thought it would be the end. You braced for an impact that never came, for when he was just about to dig his teeth into your neck, you heard the sound of a bullet being fired directly into his shoulder. He cried out in pain as he let go and tightly gripped onto the side of his shoulder where a crimson red blood was flowing down his arm. You looked over and saw a quite large and burly man from outside the alleyway holding up a now recently fired rifle. “Get away from them!” He yelled as the man who attacked you frowned with displeasure and dissipeared into the night once more.

You panted for your breath as the adrenaline from being in a near death experience, your mind felt hazy and your senses amplified tenfold. You had no idea what had just happened, and when you had just got back to your senses, you saw the man who saved you standing in front of you. “Are you alright? You aren’t injured, are you?” He asked and offered a hand for you. “No…I-I’m alright..” You stammered quietly as you were slowly calming down from the events that just transpired. “I truly thank you for saving me…I thought I would have died there for sure..” You whispered as the man in front of you nodded in response. “These have been happening all over town…thank God I found you before you were injured.” He gave a hearty smile that you couldn’t help smiling back from his friendly demeanor. “Right…what’s your name?” You asked as you both started walking out of the alleyway and back onto the cobblestone street. “Chris…Chris Redfield.” He stated as your eyes widened, you were lucky enough to find everyone related to one another. “Oh! Yes..yes I was going to look for you! I needed your help on investigating…all of this..although it did just happen..” You rambled a bit before continuing, “I met your sister, Claire..at the inn. And earlier this morning Father Saddler mentioned you after I first came across a corpse who suffered a similar fate as to everyone else.” You finished talking as the both of you walked along the street together. “I see…thank you for taking the time to investigate this issue as well. It’s been happening for…years now at this rate.” Chris looked to you as he replied. “I’ve come to the conclusion that…we may be dealing with a larger threat than I may have thought.”

“And what may it be?” You asked and looked to Chris for his answer. He seemed slightly uneasy at the idea of it, but it came out in a hushed tone of his voice, “Vampirism.” You were familiar with the concept, there were always those extremely paranoid of the sort. Garlic, stakes to the heart—you had heard it all, for it actually to truly exist? The thought was utterly terrifying, especially considering the fact that you had just been potentially attacked by one just but a few moments ago. “V-vampirism? Surely you jest…” You stammered, your voice so utterly uneasy from the idea. Chris shook his head in response as the two of you kept walking down the street, and you truly felt your throat constrict in a bout of nervousness and fear. “As much as I wish I was wrong…considering the events we have just witnessed..and the events that have been occurring..I fear it may be the only answer.” He spoke quietly as a somber mood fell over the two of you like a blanket draped over a bed. “Then what are we to do? They will keep harming innocent people…” You whispered as your brain tried to wrack itself for any sort of clue or answer, obviously they had to find some sort of compromise—but it wasn’t like you exactly knew the general nature of vampires.

“Do you think they live in the manor on the hill?” You inquired as the two of you continued to stroll with one another, Chris pursed his lips and put a hand to his chin. “It’s probable…” He replied as a thought seemed to appear in your head. He could tell by the way your expression changed, “No, you seriously cannot be thinking about going there!” His voice was raised a little as you looked back up to meet his eyes. “I could be able to try to talk with them! Maybe we could reach a compromise…” You suggested the idea as it made Chris a little distressed at the idea. “Vampires are dangerous, Doctor. We don’t know what to expect from them…” He replied and put a hand to yours with concern, you could only sigh in response as you looked away to your right before making eye contact once more. “Chris, if we treat them with hostility, they would only show it back. Let me try to make things right..because I do want to help this town..innocent people shouldn’t have to die.”

“If you say so…but you better stay safe..but know if they try anything, I’ll have to step in.” You nodded at his conditions, “I agree to your terms then.” You both carefully walked back to the inn, but for a moment as you walked, you exchanged glances with another man that had walked by. You noticed a brief red glow from his eyes and what looked to be blonde hair. His clothing was particularly formal, although it was hard to make out due to the dark colors of it blending in with the shadows of the night, but you immediately whipped your head back to looking in front of you with a small gasp escaping your lips. Chris looked at you concerningly for a brief moment as he decided to say nothing as the two of you made it back to the inn once again. Claire was still behind the desk as it seemed she was tidying up the place, at the jingle of the door opening, she looked up and noticed the two of them walking in. “Chris! [Name]! What are you two doing out so late in the night?” She walked out from behind the desk, took off her apron, and placed on the front desk before she made her way over to the both of you. “I had gone out to investigate the pressing issue at hand—” You had started before Chris had finished your sentence, “Along the way, they were attacked by one of the perpetrators. A vampire.”

Claire’s icy blue eyes went wide with the statements as she almost couldn’t figure out what to say. “A..a vampire? Truly?” She stammered as you and Chris nodded your heads in sync. “Chris saved me from one…and then..as we were walking back..I swore I saw another.” Your voice gradually decrescendoed as you spoke, for it grew quieter with every word that came from your lips. “Another?” Claire asked with shock as you managed a solemn nod. “Indeed…he had this blondish hair and his eyes were tinted as this..this crimson red. I could swear they glowed..” You recalled from only a few moments prior to now. “Well…let us all be eternally grateful that everyone is unharmed..it is late in the night, dear. You should head to bed and get some rest..” Claire put a gentle hand on your shoulder with a comforting look. “Indeed. We could rendezvous in the morning with some breakfast and tea to discuss what we shall do moving forwards.” Chris agreed as everyone decided to part ways for the night and wait for morning to speak on such issues. Of course, you weren’t as tired as the other two as you recorded your experiences down into your notebook so that it wouldn’t potentially be lost in your vast memory.

In an alleyway of Hythe, not particularly far from the inn, a vampire attacked at around ten-o-clock at night. Noticeable characteristics were crimson red eyes, large fangs at the canine teeth and slightly smaller fangs where they would meet at the premolars. The vampire that attacked had a smooth Spanish accent, more akin to that of Spain and not of South America origin. The second vampire I had seen while walking was not hostile towards me or Chris Redfield, but he had the same crimson red eyes but his hair distinctly blonde and he had dressed like a gentleman.

You had placed your fountain pen back down after closing it shut after writing. There was a lot to report, but it would provide useful later on. Afterwards, you had taken a relaxing warm bath to calm your nerves and to relax you enough to be able to sleep through the night. You dressed into your nightclothes before slipping into bed and drawing the covers over your body as you lulled into a gentle and peaceful slumber once again.

When you had awoken at around eight in the morning the next day, the outside was still just as gloomy as the day before. Even if it had all felt like an odd dream, you vividly remembered everything that had happened prior. The corpse in the alleyway, the attack, excetera. You had risen out of bed to dress yourself once more as you slipped on your coat lastly. You were going to meet Claire and Chris out for breakfast in the inn, since there was a small dining hall that was in the inn as well. You had stepped out of your room after getting ready for the day as you had now just recently met up with the siblings once more, the fresh smell of warm tea and pastries filling into your nostrils and somehow calming any nerves you may have had. “Good morning, you two.” You had spoken politely as you sat down across from them. “Good morning! How did you sleep?” Claire asked as she took a bite into a small cream puff she had made that morning. “I slept well enough…although..everything from last night is still on my mind.” You replied as Claire poured you a cup of warm chamomile tea. “Mine as well…at least we know who is behind all of this..the only question is how are we going to prevent it from happening again?” Chris responded as he took a quick sip of tea after speaking. “Well…I did say I would try to talk with them..” You responded as they both looked to you as if you were crazy. “Talk with them?! Doctor..I am not sure that is the best idea..especially after one already attacked you!” Claire exclaimed before Chris put a hand up to signal to calm down. “It’s the best we can do…it’s hard enough to try and kill them as it is.” He responded as his sister huffed.

“Oh alright…just..stay safe, [Name].” Claire looked at you with a hint of worry in her expression, but there wasn’t much else you could do. You were willing to make the sacrifice to help the others in need here in the village, and who knows? Maybe you would learn more in the process, and as a reasearcher, you always loved to accumilate more and more knowledge about the world around you. “I was planning to head over to the manor after breakfast…all I know about vampires are what people say about them. Although you can never truly believe everything you hear…” You had taken another sip of your tea and a bite of a warm cinnamon roll. “I do not believe they are regarded as very kind..but I am not sure. We only have the encounter from the other night to go off of.” Chris strirred his tea and drank the rest of it before setting the cup down. “The one who attacked me last night certainly wasn’t very nice…” You mumbled before finishing your breakfast and standing back up afterwards. “Thank you very much for the meal…it was truly delicious, Claire.” You gave a soft smile in her direction and dusted off your coat with. “Of course..please stay safe…vampires may be unpredictable..although it really is all a mystery.” She whispered and went to clean some plates up. “Of course..thank you both for everything..” Your lips curved into a smile again as you gave your final goodbyes before going back to your room, grabbing your satchel yet again, and leaving to go to the manor. You walked along the roads of the town again, you even peered into many of the alleyways to find if there were any corpses in them, but to your surprise, there weren’t any at all.

You had asked around to see if anyone knew where to find the manor, and they all gave a similar answer of following the main road north until you see the hill. So you had listened to their advice, and with every step—every clack of your heel on the cobblestone tiles only heightening your anxiety as you reached the edge of the town, and you spotted the manor upon the hill. There was a bit of a misty fog around as you walked up the path to the manor itself, the path was of dirt as you walked along it warily. There were many trees along the path that had obscured some of your view, but you ultimately pressed ahead. The one thing that you did notice the closer you got to the entrance, was the abundance of multiple types of red flowers in the front. Although the main ones you could make out were some beautiful near maroon roses and an assortment of brightly colored red poppies. It was fitting now that you knew of their true identities, but to say that they weren’t beautiful would be a lie.

You had climbed up the steps to the grand front door of the manor, it was a little intimidating as you gently took one of the door handles and used it to knock on the door precisely three times. There was only silence as you waited for a response, nothing thus far—so you knocked again. Three times, but with a bit more power to them. Your first justification was if they didn’t hear your previous knocks, your second justification was if the myth of vampires being nocturnal was really true, and your third justification was that perhaps no one was home. “Hello? Is anyone home?” You called out quite loudly as you couldn’t even peer in through a nearby window. All of them were covered by maroon curtain drapes from the inside, so there was no luck there. You had sighed and thought to just wait, and as you turned on your heel to leave, you heard the creak of the door behind you opening which made you flinch slightly and hastily turn around. When you had done so, you had locked eyes with the same man who walked past you yesterday night. You could see him a lot more clearly, he had those same red eyes—albiet not glowing anymore, a dirty blond hair that was short in the back but a little long in the front, considerably pale skinned with faint red blemishes, and a rather muscular look to him that was shrowded by his previous clothes. Of course now he was a bit less formal, with only a frilled off white shirt that had showed part of his chest, and high waisted black pants with some gold detailing down the sides.

“...may I help you?” He finally spoke as his eyes nearly pierced your very soul with how intimidating they were. You had nervously chuckled and cleared your throat as you tried to keep your ground and your mind level headed. "Good morning, sir...if I could just have a moment of your time—" You had started before he cut you off, "I have no time for such insignificant nonsense." You blinked a little awkwardly as he tried closing the door before you sprung forwards. "Wait! Wait...please, I truly mean no harm..I just wished..to ask a few questions is all." He stared at you in thought before wordlessly opening the door further for you. You quietly thanked him as you walked into the manor and looked around.

There were candles everywhere, and all of them were lit to make up for the lack of natural lighting from the outdoors. Blacks, reds, and golds were certainly an abundance as the color palate of choice for decoration. Everything looked a little outdated than what was considered normal at the time, and some things looked seemingly medieval, which had further intrigued you. Paintings filled the rooms upon the walls and many of them were a bit eerie to say the least. The blonde haired man led you to the drawing room where he sat down on a couch and motioned for you to sit on the one across from him, which you did so with grace.

"Thank you for the invitation, sir. There were just a few questions I would like to ask of you or anyone else that lives in this home. Could I have a name?" You pulled out your notebook and writing utensil once again and flipped to an open page. "...Leon. Leon Kennedy." He replied as you both firmly shook hands, his grip being a little tighter than yours. "And you will not find the others here at this hour," He simply stated and crossed his arms. "They are on...business."

"...business?"

"Business."

You blinked a few times and noted that down as you nodded your head slowly. "Right...and..what type of business...might I ask..?" Your words were slowly paced, you couldn't help but not believe what he was saying to an extent. "It is information I cannot tell you, my sincerest condolences." You had written that down too. "Alright...well, if I may switch our topic a little..do you know about the recent murders here in Hythe?" You curiously inquired with your eyes glinting with that desire of knowledge. To hear the perspective of someone more on the outskirts of town and who may have been one in on them in the first place certainly intrigued you. "Well...yes, I have. They have caused a bit of commotion here." Leon nodded. "Indeed they have...would you happen to know anything on why they are happening?"

Leon visibly went stiff as he tried to think of something to say to that question. "Ah..well...I do know..some..." He meticulously chose his words carefully as you nodded. "Do tell then, I am all ears."

"It would be considered blasphemous...I doubt you would believe me." Leon murmured as his red eyes looked down a little sullenly. "I can assure you..I will hear out anything you are willing to say." You gave a sweet and affirming smile as he nodded and thought out what he desired to say. "Well...would you believe me if I said we weren't quite..human?" Leon whispered just loud enough for you to hear him. "I could get behind the idea...do continue." You replied calmly as he nodded. "Well...we are..vampires. Everyone in this manor. We don't mean to intentionally kill..it is the only way we can feed..and we have so little that even just a drop of blood causes us to..spiral." He confessed honestly as you wrote it all down without even looking at the paper.

"So I see..my theory was correct then..how did you all arrive here then?" You asked as Leon crossed his legs. "Well...I suppose we have been here longer. This manor is..quite old." He blinked a few times and scratched his chin. Many of his answers were a bit short lived, you had noticed. At least you were getting them, so you couldn't complain too much. "Intriguing..." You whispered and nodded. "Could I have the names of the others who do reside here?" His lips curved into a prominent frown as he stared at you. "Why is that necessary? Are you from the Church?" He got a little defensive as you straightened your back out of nervousness. "No! Not at all...I am just a researcher and a doctor. I came here of my own volition."

"How am I to know that you are not a liar?" Leon stood up and towered over you, his muscular frame intimidating you further. "You will have to trust my word..please. I truly mean no harm!" You stood up afterwards to try and get on an even playing field. He scoffed and looked to you with an unconvincing expression. "Well, I know one thing. Humans are liars, and how could I let one go after knowing quite the secret?" You gulped a little and backed up when he walked near you. "I.." You couldn't get a statement out as your arm was then grabbed by him at some supernatural speed.

"It seems we will have some new company here for quite some time." He smirked a little as he could practically hear your heart pounding and the blood rushing through your veins as you stood there in fear.

Unfortunately for you, your already precarious situation had just gotten a whole lot worse.

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thank you all for reading!! there will be more parts after this and this is (again) posted on my ao3 if you want to leave a kudo/comment! thank you for reading! :)

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obsolescent · 1 year ago

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Kinktober - Day 25

Prompt: Helping with button/zipper

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader

Author’s Notes: Christopher Redfield, my big ole teddy bear!!! Was thinking about being tossed around by him hehe. Enjoy!

Content Warnings: gender neutral language used for reader, reader wears a dress, praising, mirror sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, P in V unprotected sex.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Hey, honey!”

Your plea is heard from the living room where Chris is sitting on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. He perks up when he hears your voice, quickly standing and making his way to you, walking briskly in case it’s something urgent.

He enters the room and sees you standing in front of the mirror, long sleeved, floor length gown on besides the open back. “Help?” You ask, looking at him through the mirror’s reflection.

You look stunning to him, the dress suiting you well, hair fixed up, looking your best for his work party. He comes to stand behind you, his large, warm hands laying against your cool, exposed skin. A shiver thrums through you, goosebumps forming underneath his grip.

“As much as I know you like to cover yourself up, I can’t help but admire your body,” He starts, thumbs moving up and down, grinning when he feels your body’s reaction to his touches.

He leans over you, his larger frame looming over yours. His brown eyes meet yours, “We can be late to the party, they won’t mind. Perks of being the captain,” he whispers while keeping eye contact with you as he begins kissing your neck.

You melt against him, tilting your head back against his chest. His hands trail up to your shoulders, uncovering more of your skin. He lets it slip down, exposing your chest. Hands coming around your back to tease your nipple, rolling them between his fingers.

Whimpering, you fist at his slacks, surely causing some creasing. Your dress drops off your arms entirely, the garment crumpling to the ground. Well, at least you’ll both look disheveled.

One of Chris’ hands goes to his pants, the sound of his belt buckle being undone. You feel the outline of his cock against your ass now, leaning you forward a bit to tug your underwear to the side.

“W-wait are you going to fuck me here—ah!” After his preparations, he shows off some of his physique by hoisting you into his arms, one of them having both your legs over it, while the other positions his dick in between your folds.

“Want you to watch me fuck you, see how pretty you are,” Chris’ words feel like honey, warm and sweet in your ear. His cock rubs your slit back and forth, pressing against your sensitive clit. “Please, Chris, need you—“ words cut off on a moan as he sinks all the way inside, head lolling back.

He tuts, softly jostling you. “Said to watch, keep those pretty eyes open for me,” your eyes flutter back open, tipping your head. Your cheeks turn bright red at your reflection.

On full display, legs spread wide, cunt snug around Chris’ thick cock, his eyes full of lust when you meet them. You whimper and turn your head into his neck, feeling shy.

He chuckles and noses your cheek, beginning to bounce you on his cock. Skin slapping and moans resound through the bedroom, and your hands move, pinching your nipple and the other rubbing your clit.

“God—fuck—could watch this all day, you look so fucking good bouncing on my dick, baby.” His praises said directly into your ear, and you look and you do look pretty fucking hot. Body flushed and being handled by his large hands, his grip leaving indents on your skin.

Thighs starting to shake, nearing your release, your pussy clenching more and more around him. He groans, “You close, baby? Cum for me and I’ll cream this hole, fill you up. Plug your hole so you can still feel me inside you when we’re at the party.”

You babble an assortment of affirmative words, his own tossing you over the edge, yelling his name as your cunt spasms around his cock. “That’s it, so fucking good for me. Milk my cock,” he says through gritted teeth, teetering on the edge himself.

“Fuck!” He yells, gushing inside you, being true to his words. He holds you in place on his dick, making sure you’ve taken it all. Coming down, both panting as the aftershocks ebb away.

Still in his arms, he moves towards his side of the bed. Making a confused noise before a sound of surprise is squeaked out as he quickly pulls out and, like he promised, a plug is put in its place.

“C-Chris—“ you whimper, but he shushes you. “Meant what I said,” he kisses your temple, “Want you thinking of me the whole night.” He sets you down and pats your ass.

“Now, let’s get to that party.”

#dont think i’ll do anymore tags on the kinktober stuff #o’s kinktober #chris redfield x gn!reader #chris redfield x you #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield smut #resident evil smut

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struckd0wn · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩- 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

Chris has you sat up on his desk, he sits in the office chair, looking up from below you. His fingers are thrusting in and out of you. You have to stop yourself from moaning, not wanting to alert anyone that might walk past the office space. Chris holds your legs open, looking up at you from his seat with a large smile. Chris was your neighbor. He was a hot older gentleman who worked as a cop. Initially you had went to interview him for a blog you wrote for but now you sit on his desk shaking from his hands.

"You get off to older men fingering you?" He asks teasingly. "Don't worry, I'm going easy on you." Chris chuckles lowly as his thumb lift to stroke your engorged clit. The feeling makes you jolt, his fingers continue to torture your sensitive spots, leaving wet kisses along your inner thighs.

Soon you feel yourself begin to unravel, slumping over as you cum, soaking his desk and papers with your liquids. Once you come to, you realize you had ruined some paperwork that were most likely really important. You apologize to him profusely, but he just laughs, helping you off his desk.

"It was all worth it baby."

#gn reader #smut #chris redfeild x reader #ftm reader #sub male reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #drabbles #gender nuetral reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #chris redfield

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a-sleepy-raven · 9 months ago

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For the little word requests, could I get Chris + baking? thank uuu 💖💖💖

Thanks for the request! Hope you like the way I interpreted the prompt. Have fun reading. <3

notes: established relationship

Chris Redfield + “baking“

“Okay, but I don’t get why I can’t just buy a cake,” Chris says with an exasperated sigh as he takes in the mess in front of him. He’s pretty sure he’s to blame for the majority of it – and for the fact that his and your clothes are covered in flour because he accidentally has knocked the container over a short whil eago. “I mean, it’s really not necessary to destroy our kitchen just to-“

“First of all,” you interrupt him, “we’re not destroying our kitchen. It’s just a bit of flour, it’ll be cleaned up in a matter of minutes. And secondly, this is your sister we’re talking about. Don’t you want to do something special for her birthday?”

Chris grimaces. Of course he wants to surprise Claire with something nice but he doubts she’d be happy about a cake that looks like a kid was responsible for it. Needless to say that you, his beloved partner in crime, had an entirely different opinion about the whole matter. “You can’t just give your sister a store-bought cake,” you told him, acting almost shocked at his suggestion, before you dragged him into the kitchen where you gathered the ingredients for the – in your opinion – perfect birthday cake. And that’s how the BSAA agent ended up in the kitchen in an almost desperate attempt to follow the Instagram recipe you have shown him on your phone.

He snaps out of his thoughts when you gently nudge him with your elbow and grin. “Hey, stop sulking,” you tease him, “it’s actually kind of adorable that you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“I’m not adorable,” he protests but all that earns him is a soft laugh from you and a peck on his cheek. “Yes, you are. Very much so, actually.”

Chris rolls his eyes but the smile that flashes over his face betrays his feigned annoyance. He can’t even pretend to be bugged by your playful antics, and before you even have time to comprehend what’s happening, he has placed his hands on your waist and pulls you in for a proper kiss.

“Stop distracting me,” you laugh when you pull away and gently flick his nose. “We don’t have the ingredients for a second attempt if we burn that cake.”

Chris winks at you. “I told you to just buy one,” he says and kisses you again.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield fluff #resident evil x reader #chris redfield x you #chris redfield imagine #resident evil fluff #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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putrid-sex-machine · 2 months ago

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hopping on kink-tober criminally late. let’s see how many i can get done ^_^

(i decided go mash/swap prompts and lists for my own convince) (i shortened the prompt list even further bc i missed so many days </3 sorry gang)

14) collaring/pet play/praise kink/humiliation || re2r leon kennedy x masc!reader

15) size difference/marking/hunter-prey || werewolf chris redfield x afab gn!reader

16) cock worship/masturbation/swallowing/cock warming || ID leon x gn reader

18) mask kink/amateur porn/role play || ghostface chris redfield x gn!reader

19) suspension/mirror sex/sex toys/dirty talk/breath play || leon kennedy x afab masc!reader

20) anal/praise kink || re6 leon kennedy x amab fem!reader

21) cunnilingus/threesome/piercing/double penetration/voyeurism || chreon x masc reader

22) thigh riding/knife play/bruising and bite marks || vampire!leon kennedy x gn!reader

23) face sitting/lingerie/overstimulation || DI leon x gn afab!reader

24) anonymous sex/sensory deprivation/leather/bondage/pet play || chreon gay bar au

25) dub-con/monster fucking || older!leon

28) fucking machine/sex pollen/dub-con || re6-DI/older!leon kennedy

29) branding/uniforms || metaltango

#i don’t see enough x male/masc reader under the resident evil fanfic tag #same with trans readers #so i decided to take matters into my own hands…#kinktober #resident evil #kinktober 2024 #fanfiction #x reader #smut #chreon #metaltango #leon kennedy #chris redfield #masc reader #gn reader #fem reader #my writing

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eclipsedechoesofmywords · 3 months ago

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"Love them Well"

Part Two to Kiss Them Well

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, mentions of trauma, scars (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 482 words

Imagine he has his own share of scars. Be it a long one across his chest, several tiny ones across his arms, or a large round one on his leg that required months of physical therapy.

And they piss you off.

How dare someone even think to try to ruin or hurt someone so beautiful? You wanted to hunt down everyone who had and show them exactly what you were made of.

"Comes with the job, love," he said quietly to you one night. You had been looking at his scars for what felt like hours, learning the stories behind them, kissing them as he did yours. And growing more angry at the people who gave them to him.

"Yeah, well, it sucks," you grumbled.

He laughed then. A sound that you wanted to hear for the rest of your life even though you didn't believe you deserved it. You were sure you didn't deserve him at all.

He loves your scars because they show that you had survived hell. You hate his scars because of what he had to go through to get them.

But of course, that would never make you love him any less. Not by a long shot.

One night, you had stayed out later than you meant to, time had gotten away from you, and you couldn't help it. You stumble back into your home, exhausted, and find him lying down on the couch, shirtless(which was never a sight you minded), a random movie playing on the TV that he wasn't paying attention to.

It made you smile. It's the exact thing you did every time he was out late or away. You rarely slept in bed when he wasn't there.

It takes a while before he finally spots you, but he does.

"Hey you," he says, sitting up.

You walk up to him and stand in between his legs. His hands go up to your waist, and he sighs as he presses his face against your stomach. You put your arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his head.

"What are you doing up?"

He looked at you and frowned. "Waiting for you."

"Why?"

You saw the scars tracing his body and felt that familiar rush of anger. But even that was overpowered by warmth spreading through you. He looked so tired but still stayed up nonetheless. It was a small thing maybe, but it felt as if you fell in love with him all over again. And yes, that included his scars.

"Why not?"

And you fell again.

"It's late."

"You wait for me," he argued.

"I would wait forever for you."

He looked surprised at that statement. You can't imagine why.

"Forever's a long time."

And again.

You trace his face with your fingers. You could spend an eternity tracing every line on his body. You would do so if the universe would let you.

"You're worth forever."

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mamirhodessxox · 11 months ago

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Leon, texting: Answer your phone

Chris, texting back: Wait a minute, I can’t find my phone

Leon: Understood

Leon, 5 minutes later: You’re a terrible person. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing me, Chris.

#resident evil wesker #resident evil 4 #resident evil x gn reader #resident evil incorrect quotes #resident evil x reader #resident evil #jill valentine #claire redfield #chris redfield #leon kennedy #carlos oliveira

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chekkyoo · 3 months ago

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Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse), resident evil village

Relationship: Chris Redfield/Reader

Tags: Cuddling & Snuggling, Man needs hugs too, Romantic Gestures, No Smut, gender neutral reader, Friendship, Trust, Platonic Relationships

Chapter 1/1

Summary: When Chris told you he was on his way back, you can't wait to finally see him again. And since this mission has drained him more than ever, you decide to try and cheer him up a bit.

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Just a fic I remembered I wrote a whole while ago and I still like it a lot. Didn't share it here I think, so here we go. Have some softie Chris ❤

#resident evil #chris redfield #re #redfield #re8 #post re8 #fanfic #ao3 #ao3fic #chris redfield x reader #gn reader

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staticnight · 2 years ago

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Target Practice - Chris Redfield x GN!BSAA!Reader

Sorry if this is terrible, I haven't written fics in a hot minute, and I also haven't written many x-readers. This was intended to be a male!reader, but I realised I hadn't used any gendered terms for the reader anyway.

pairing: Chris Redfield x Gender-Neutral Reader genre: fluff, one-shot word count: 615

“Hey, Captain,” you greet the man, pulling off the ear muffs and setting down the gun. As Chris sets a hand gently on your shoulder. “Your aim’s getting better,” he says, inspecting the silhouette. Bullet holes sprinkled around the body, a few in the head and in the surrounding wall.

“Can I show you how to hit headshots more accurately?” He asks, leaning close to you to hover his hand over the gun, shoulders almost touching. You inhale shakily, Chris’ gaze locked onto yours. “Yeah,” you say casually - well, tried to.

Chris picks up the gun, and places it into your hands. “Got it?” He asks. You nod, and Chris moves behind you, hands sliding slightly downwards to rest over your hands as you hold the gun. “Hands still…”

He teaches you how to land better headshots, and you try your best to listen to him despite the feeling of him pressed against your back, his arms resting on the sides of your own. You’d always found Chris attractive, the big strong captain of Alpha Team, Chris Redfield, but you’d never thought of acting on your feelings. No chance.

“Okay, shoot,” Chris moves his hands away from yours. You pull the trigger and hit the silhouette clear in the head. You shoot a few more times, a clean headshot each time. You remove the now empty clip and put down the gun. Chris moves his hands to rest lightly on your arms, craning his head forward over your shoulder. Your breath hitches, Chris’s face once again close to yours.

“[Name],” Chris says softly, his eyes once again looking into yours.

“Redfield,” you respond, matching his tone.

“I’m not making you… uncomfortable? Am I?” He asks in a worried sort of voice, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. You shake your head; you’d never imagined him acting this way, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Okay, good,” he says, taking a breath. He lifts his arms away and moves to stand in front of you. You have to look up slightly to look him in the eyes, but you find your eyes shifting to his lips. He notices.

“[Name],” He says your name again. You look up at his eyes again, and Chris takes another breath. “I want to confess something,” you say, before Chris can say whatever he was going to say. He nods, and it’s your turn to breathe.

“I’ve…” you pause, thinking of how to word this. “I’ve found you attractive for a… a while now. I wasn’t going to say anything, but then all of this happened just now, and,” you look at the ground. “I like you, and I ignored it because you’re my captain and all that, but I can’t take it anymore, I need to let you know,” you say in one breath, speaking fast.

Chris stares blankly for a moment, and you get worried. Did he not feel the same? Was he pulling some kind of fucked up joke just now?

Chris puts a hand on your shoulder, right next to your neck. He puts his other hand on your lower back, and in an instant, your worries were gone. He presses his lips softly on yours. You respond, putting your hands on each of his shoulders and kissing gently back. It’s a short kiss, pulling away from each other after a few seconds. Chris checks his watch.

“Text me in the morning, if you want,” he says, smiling. “Will do,” you respond, smiling back at him.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x male reader #x male reader #resident evil #resident evil x male reader #resident evil x reader #fanfic #chris redfield x gender neutral reader #chris redfield x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader

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aussiepineapple1st · 2 years ago

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Civil Agent (Part 3)

Leon x GN!Reader

Words: 1,693 Contains: Blood, Description of Injury, Reader in Rescue Mode.

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You seem to be frozen in place, your left arm reaching towards Leon, sleeve soaked in his blood. Heart racing and beating in your ears you begin to look around for towels. Running under the loft into the small hall you see doors in the wall, opening them up. Bingo! Blankets and towels! Taking out a hand full of towels you hurry to the lounge, laying two of the three you had on the seat. Looking over to Leon as you make your way beside him, sitting on your shins you press the last towel over his left side.

Leon's head was resting back against the door behind him, eyes opening slightly to look in your direction. He moves his right hand out from under the towel and rests it over yours to help with the pressure, eyes shutting tight in a grimace.

"Can you stand? I've put towels on your lounge for you to lay on." You hint, wanting to get him on the lounge so he would be more comfortable than up against the front doors.

"Yeah.. I can stand." With help he makes it to his feet, head spinning from both how tired he was and the amount of blood he had lost. You both keep a hand on the towel at his side, his left arm slung over your shoulders for support as he was led to the lounge. Shaking his left arm out of his jacket sleeve, you keeping him on his feet as he pulls his right arm free. Dropping the bloodied leather jacket on the coffee table, he sits down on the towels you had placed on the lounge. Pulling his legs up he turns to lay down, his left arm hanging off the lounge, fingers tickling the floor.

"Do you have a first aid kit anywhere?"

"In the bathroom.." He points towards where you had found the towels.

You spring into action and follow his directions, finding the bathroom it was the first door to your right. Searching through drawers and the cabinet beside the mirror, nothing. Last place was the doors under the sink. Found it! Under the sink was a green bag with a white cross. Grabbing it you hurry back to his side, eyes being drawn to the blood slightly pooled in front of the doors on your way passed. When did he even get injured? How was he able to drive back safely? You should probably call an ambulance! Sitting on your shins beside him once again his eyes were closed, pen and bloodied stack of bright, pink sticky notes under his right hand on his chest.

"Leon?..." You lift up his shirt to see the wound while waiting for an answer. He had shards of glass embedded into his side, a large gash bleeding profusely. "Leon!.. Answer me!" Tears were starting to blur your vision as you unzip the green bag and see what was in there. You had no clue how to stitch him up, even if that was all you needed to do. You pat your pockets. "Shit! My phone is still in the pub..." Guess calling an ambulance was out. Taking some tweezers you quickly pull out the larger glass shards that could cause more damage. Then take a bandage from the kit and start to pack the gash in his side.

The notes and pen on his chest standing out to you once again, you sit yourself on the edge of the couch and use your leg to keep the towel flush against his side. Sliding the pad from under his right hand you read what he had written, the words were very hard to read but you could make it out.

"phone in pants 1977 call chris redfield say civil agent"

You follow his instructions, reaching into his pants you find his phone, typing in 1977 and it unlocks. Quickly swiping your bloodied thumb across the screen you find his contacts and Chris Redfield's name. Calling the number you put the phone to your ear, foot tapping on the walnut wood flooring, hoping and praying this Chris answers.

"Leon?" A deep voice is heard in your ear, he sounded like the call woke him up.

"Civil agent!"

This immediately had Chris on his feet. "Where are you?"

"Um.. I think this is his house."

"I'm on my way, keep tight pressure on the wound." You nod silently, sniffing the tears away from your eyes. "Stay on the phone with me, okay?" Chris could hear you were in distress.

"Y-yeah.. okay." You tap the speaker on the screen and put the phone down on the coffee table beside his jacket. How did he know Leon was bleeding? Was it part of what the code word meant? You could hear a car door shut and the sound of the engine starting up. "How far away are you?"

"I'll be only 10 minutes. Is he breathing?"

You place a hand in front of his nose and mouth feeling his breath on your fingers. "Yes, he's breathing."

This earned a sigh from the other side of the phone. "How much blood has he lost?"

"I'm not too sure. He was injured at my work, then drove us back here to his place. I didn't even know he was injured until a moment ago." You explained trying to keep your cool.

Chris would ask you some questions, just to try and keep you calm, asking every so often if Leon was still breathing. Seeing light shining through the window and glass of the front doors the engine outside continues, even after hearing the bang of a car door closing. "Can you unlock the door for me?" Chris asks over the phone.

Standing up you make your way over to the doors, stepping around the blood you unlock the door and pull it open. Standing in front of you was a slightly taller man than Leon, a shirt and jacket over his broad shoulders, dark grey cargo pants on with boots. The laces weren't done up as he hadn't had time.

"Watch out for the blood." You point to the ground. Chris looks down to where you were pointing and steps over it as he walks inside.

You had told him already that Leon was laying on the lounge, so that was where he went. Bending over Leon, you watch from the door as he looks at his wound. Brows frowning with concentration as his eyes searched Leon's face. Chris then scoops him up into his arms with ease. You take the keys you had placed in the ceramic bowl and wait for Chris to walk through the door before following. Closing the door and locking it, running down the stairs after Chris who was opening the back door of his car.

"I'll guide him in." You offer, squeezing past Chris and climbing up into the back of the vehicle. Reaching to grab Leon's shoulders, you pull him in resting his head on your lap. Chris hurried into the driver's side and you are moving before his door was even closed. Looking down to Leon's head in your lap, he looked peaceful. You still kept a pressure on the towel, your other hand instinctively petting his soft hair. You knew he wasn't going to feel it, but it was comforting you, everything that had happened tonight was so confusing. One moment you and Leon were having a nice time, then you were running for your life now in a car. Hopefully heading to a hospital, driven by someone who Leon clearly trusts if they have a code word for such occasions.

"Why even have a code word for this kind of thing?" You had said to yourself.

"What was that?" Chris asked, hearing you say something but not what you had said.

"Oh.. Um... I was just trying to figure out what happened? Why do you have a code word for this kind of situation?"

Chris looks to you through the rear view mirror and back to the road, a small laugh leaving his chest. "I don't know what you've seen, but with our line of work you need to have all bases covered." He explained as he pulled into a driveway. You had been lost in thought not realising another 20 minutes had flown by.

Chris hops out of the car, having pulled into the emergency entrance. Running inside to get someone's attention before jogging back to his car. He opens your door and takes Leon's head, letting you slide out before pulling him out of the car. You close the door behind him, following Chris around to the nurses and doctors coming out to meet you all with a rolling bed.

"Leon Kennedy, ID number 0004." Chris says while laying him on the bed and stepping back as Leon was wheeled away. You stand there beside Chris, not knowing what to do, you were in shock. Now feeling you were safe, you felt like you were going to pass out. Looking down to you when you leaned into his side, Chris' arms wrap around you, keeping you on your feet. "Woah, woah.. Easy there." Making sure you were still strong on your feet he walks you over to sit down on some chairs in the waiting room just around the corner.

Coming back over to you with a white plastic cup of cold water, he kneels in front of you, much like Leon had done an hour or so ago at the pub. He offers the cup to you and you take is from his hand, taking a sip, then another. "You going to be okay?" He asks as a hand rests on your left knee.

You give a nod which very quickly turns into a shake as you silently take another sip. Chris pursed his lips and gives a nod of his own, sitting on his butt in front of you he starts to do up his shoelaces. "You're going to be okay. I didn't ask you this yet, so what's your name?"

"(Y/N)... You must be Chris?"

He nods, still fiddling with his laces. "I am."

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obsolescent · 1 year ago

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Kinktober - Day 3

Pairing: Chris Redfield x GN!Reader

Prompt: Shopping

Author’s Note: First time writing for Chris, but I’ve been thinking about him sooo much lately, I was hissing while writing this fhsjfgnsmgh. Think I went a bit overboard with this one but oh well, Enjoy!

Content Warnings: Alcohol slightly mentioned, lingerie, gender neutral language for reader, spanking, P in V sex, fluffy and nasty, praising, breeding kink, overstimulation, squirting.

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Unlocking your front door, you quickly walk in and shut the door, locking it. Setting down the to-go order you picked up for dinner, you make a dash to your shared bedroom. You begin ridding yourself of your clothes, stripping naked before digging through the shopping bags you brought inside. Giddy with excitement, you’re eager to put said items on, anticipating Chris’ reaction to your attire.

Expecting him home soon, you pull a robe over yourself and begin cleaning up the space, ridding it of your shed clothing and shopping bags. After the room is tidied, you light some candles and place them on surfaces throughout the space, before grabbing the flowers you had purchased along with the articles of clothing to spread their petals across the bed.

You turn on some soft music to play in the background, throughout the house. The quiet tunes filling the empty spaces. Once the bedroom is completed, you make your way to the kitchen to set the table, placing the food onto plates and filling up two wine glasses. You sit and finally wait for him to arrive home, taking a deep breath, your foot tapping against the floor.

You don’t wait long before the telltale sign of his keys inserting into the lock is heard. You get up and stand by your chair, nerves spiking. “Honey?” You hear him call out, shuffling being heard as he discards his boots and keys at the entrance. His footfalls make a resounding thud as he nears the dining room/kitchen area, before his figure appears at the threshold.

You hold out your arms as you exclaim, “Happy anniversary!” His face lights up at the sight of you and the arranged table, coming and stooping down, picking you up into his strong embrace, your feet leaving the ground. You begin squealing as he leaves kisses over every inch of skin he can see, whispering “Happy anniversary” in between each peck, kicking your feet as you laugh at his antics.

“Wow,” he starts, setting you back down on the ground, “This is fantastic!” He grins down at you, holding you close still. “This ain’t all there is, big guy, let’s eat first and then you can see the rest,” you say, beginning to move away. “Oh, really?” He asks, tugging at your robe. You tut at him, “Not yet!” Dancing away from his wandering fingers.

He laughs, “Saving the best for last, huh?” “You bet,” you reply with a smirk. You both settle down and begin eating, chatting about each other’s days, bantering back and forth in between. Once you’re done with dinner, you set the dishes in the sink to be dealt with later, before grabbing Chris’ hand and leading him to the bedroom.

His small “Oh” at the display in the room while he takes it all in makes your heart ache. He’s so precious sometimes, emotions are all on display, the twinkle in his eye as his gaze lands back onto your form. “You did all this…” he trails off, coming to stand in front of you while he grasps at your waist. You nod, beaming at him. “What did I do to deserve you,” he mutters, his own face aglow.

You step back from him before speaking, “Now, for the final surprise,” you announce, before grabbing at the robe’s tie. You let it fall to the floor, Chris’ eyes widening as he takes you in. You’re wearing a fitted corset dress that reaches halfway down your thighs in a juniper green. Floral accents scattered throughout the garment, with matching stockings that are connected to the dress by a garter belt.

You shift under his gaze, fidgeting. You haven’t worn anything like this before with him, wanting to save it for a very special occasion. Seeing as it’s your one year together, what better time than now? You’re not expecting him to walk backwards and sit on the bed, confusion showing on your face.

“Come here.” He says, no, more like demands. Oh. A tingle courses down your spine. With your cheeks tinged pink, you move, standing before him. He shifts, spreading his legs apart. He pats his right thigh. “Lay across,” he instructs. You obey, laying face down over his legs. Due to the new position, your lingerie creeps up, exposing the lower portion of your ass. You feel his hands roaming your form, squeezing you here and there, before pushing the lingerie up more, ass free.

Your cheeks burn brighter, slightly embarrassed. You haven’t been in this position with him before, ass up in the air, spread out over his thighs. Like he can sense your mood, his movements stop, “You alright?” He checks in with you. Nodding, you respond with a meek yes before he continues his ministrations.

“Good,” he murmurs, squeezing a handful of your cheeks, eliciting a squeak from you. This is definitely a change in pace compared to your usual intimate moments, but one you’re excited to see how it plays out. A sharp sting pulls you from your thoughts, a gasp ending in a moan leaving your throat. He hums, “Like that, baby?” His voice low, large hands soothing the burning on your buttocks.

You nod, words lost on you currently. He chuckles, before his hand travels south, down to your underwear. The matching ensemble’s gusset begins to form a wet patch, the mesh glistening under the candlelight. He moans when he notices, his thumb rubbing over the spot, your own whimper escaping you. “Fuck, so wet for me,” he groans, pulling your underwear to the side, pussy on full display.

He takes a deep breath at you being completely exposed, his thumb going down to rub your hardened clit. It sends a jolt through you, one hand clutching his shirt while the other is braced against his calf. His fingers gather your wetness before they plunge inside you, freeing a moan from your throat. He hums, his fingers sliding in and out, thumb continuing to work against your bud.

His three fingers hit a certain spot that causes pressure to build, mixed along with his circling thumb, you squirt, soaking his pants and the floor beneath you. Crying out in unison to his moan, he grits out, “Want you to cum just like this, all spread out for me.” Your eyes roll back, as if your body is completely under his authority, an orgasm rushes through you.

Keening, your walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as they continue to glide in and out. Fingers clenched tightly in his clothing, you begin to squirm away from the overstimulation. His free hand pulls you back, locking you in place against his body. “One more for me, baby,” he mutters, fingers picking up the pace, soon another orgasm is wracking through your body, crying out as more squirt dribbles down your thighs.

Chris finally relents, releasing you only to pick you up and set you on the bed, laying your head against the pillows. He stands upright and sheds his own clothing, letting your body twitch through the aftershocks of your last release. Once fully bare, he grabs something out of the night stand before setting it down against the sheets.

A vibrator?! He’s not done with you yet, oh Lord. He settles himself between your legs, laying them over his arms. He takes a moment to admire your flushed form beneath his, panting and cheeks scarlet. He bends down and captures your lips with his own, his thumbs soothingly rub at your hips. He pulls away, “Ready?” He asks, lining himself up with your cunt.

You hum and nod, before he sinks in, bottoming out in one smooth motion. Both of you moan in chorus, his thick cock snug inside you. He gives a few shallow thrusts before picking up speed, skin beginning to slap against each other. You cling to his shoulders, head tossed back in rapture. He reaches over and picks up the vibrator, turning it on and placing it against you. Crying out, your grip slackens as the combined feeling of his dick driving and pulsating in you and the vibrations tip you over the precipice.

Chris’ name echoes throughout the bedroom as you hit your climax, trembling against him. He watches as you unravel beneath him, nearing his own end. “Gonna give you a thick load, knock you up,” he growls, pushing your legs up closer to your head. Chanting a symphony of yes and please while he pounds into you, he sheaths himself fully before releasing, moaning your name as he makes good on his word, his cum beginning to leak from your pussy. Sighing, he pulls out and watches it pour out onto the bed below, satisfying that primal urge of his.

He lays down beside you, pulling you to him. His thumbs rub at your cheeks as he plants more kisses against your skin, cooing praises under his breath. You smile at him and he smiles softly back, running his finger through your hair. “Happy anniversary. I love you,” he says your name, bringing your hand up and kissing the knuckles. “I love you, too,” you reply, cupping his cheek as you both bask in the glow of your splendor.

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2dmenenthusiast · 1 year ago

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Last Night on Earth Pt. 8

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

bye this part took a million years to write and im sorry!!! There's also no Ethan in this chapter since this covers the Not a Hero DLC, but he will be back in the next one or the one after! I hope you all enjoy it even though I'm not super satisfied with this chapter hah

Alsoo quick note for chris's characterization, im sort of switching it up a bit? They made chris super rigid in re7 and re8, which is understandable considering all he's been through and all that, but I want him to keep a bit of his personality from re5 and vendetta. So if it switches up a lot, thats why!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

"Just so you know, if the mine collapses on us and we get trapped, I'm not giving you permission to eat me."

Chris sighed as you put your headgear on, switching to the nightvision to make sure it worked and promptly blinding yourself.

"Hopefully it won't have to come to that. You were debriefed, correct?"

You gave him a thumbs up while turning your rifle over, closely examining it. The weapon felt heavy and familiar in your hand.

"Lost contact with the first team, Lucas, the Connections. I pay attention."

Chris didn't seem amused at all. Just raising his eyebrows before diverting his attention forward.

"Just follow my lead and keep an eye out."

"Right. And if we end up weaponless and cornered I can defend us with the stick up your ass."

He huffed, and you straightened your shoulders as the elevator came to a stop, and you stepped back into the mine. You were immediately flooded with the not so far away memories of Eveline worming her way into your brain as the caves had collapsed around you and Ethan. The long claws of the monster that had slashed through your back, and apparently killed you. Your chest felt tight, shallow breaths clouding your mask as an overwhelming anxiousness clouded over you.

That’s right.

You died down here.

Chris’s hand landed on your shoulder.

“Hey. Are you alright?”

You gulped and quickly nodded, pushing down every instinct to run and silencing all of your screaming thoughts. Your breathing calmed, and you locked eyes with the Captain.

“I’m fine. Can we get this show on the road?”

He just gave you a look and walked ahead. You took that as your que to follow. You weren’t surprised to see a couple molded monsters still brambling around. Just because Evie was dead didn’t mean the mold wasn’t still alive. From what you’ve read, you knew she didn’t necessarily control it, she was more of a conduit.

You were quick to react when one stumbled around the corner, your feet stepping into a trained and remembered stance while your arms raised. Two silenced bullets took the monster’s head off. Chris said nothing.

Both of you worked as a team to take out any creatures you saw, and you were like a well oiled machine. Chris would go left while you went right, watched your six while you went ahead. Ethan was a good fighter for a man who’d been thrown into a situation he’d never been in before. But everytime you came across one of those things, a twinge of fear would spike through you before you had to force it down and push forward.

Now? You felt strong. Confident. Chris was a well trained soldier, one you could hopefully put your full trust in. And working with him reminded you of how damn good you used to be at your job. It gave you a sense of pride.

Of course, you deflated a bit when a molded came out of nowhere, and Chris absolutely annihilated it with a single punch to its head. He had barely even made a grunt of effort when its head squashed like a moldy grape on impact, and you were glad he couldn’t see your face through the mask, otherwise he’d see your jaw currently touching the floor. When he moved ahead without another word— like it was completely normal— and realized you weren’t moving, he stopped and turned to face you.

“What?”

“Christ, you punch fuckin’ boulders for a living?”

He cleared his throat.

“Uh—”

You moved past before he could properly answer, knowing you wouldn’t be surprised if the answer was yes.

Imagine if that was part of your drills.

“Alright, maggots! Give me twenty boulder punches!”

The mental image made you snicker, and you ignored the curious tilt of Chris’s head. When you heard a cough in the distance, it made you freeze. Chris silently pointed forward, his gun raised, and you followed him up a set of metal stairs and into a familiar room. You instantly recognized the grimy tubs and the smashed computer on the floor from when you found out Lucas was working with The Connections, and the memory made you clench your teeth. You held so much anger for that slimy bastard that it made your chest hurt.

What was different about the room, though, were the two soldiers clad in the exact same gear you both wore laying on the floor. One awake and clearly injured, while the other one lay prone. You assumed he was probably killed by one of the creatures lurking down here. Chris immediately moved to help, while you stood back.

“We’re gettin’ you outta here.”

The soldier shook his head. “Leave me. It’s too late,” he strained, and his head moved back to expose the explosive wrapped around his neck.

Shit.

“Chris—”

“We’re all walking out of here, alright?”

“I got news for you.” The body you thought was dead sat up and slapped something around Chris’s wrist, and you immediately recognized the voice. “That’s not gonna happen!”

Your gun was aimed at his head before you could even think about it, and so was the Captain’s, but Lucas quickly threatened to blow him up if he even tried anything. You wanted to scream, curse him to hell and blow his fucking brains out. But, you kept your cool with a shuddered breath. He couldn’t see your face under the mask. It was possible he didn’t know it was you.

He took off his head gear, and when he cast his gaze towards you, you almost froze.

“You. Get over here. Or I uh, might get a little trigger happy with this switch, here.”

His thumb hovered over the button to the detonator, and you hesitantly made your way forward. Securing a similar bomb over your wrist, you stumbled away from him before he could do anything else. Not like he needed to be close to you to kill you now. One push of a button, and you both were both done for.

How funny. You spent what felt like an eternity tonight barely making it out of this hellhole by the skin of your teeth, only to throw yourself back in. But, it was your choice. And you’d be damned if you let Lucas get away.

“Now you can try and take that off all you want, but I’d advise against. My hand might slip and uh… boom!”

Chris shouted his name while he pressed on the detonator, and the soldier’s head exploded in a visceral mess. The force knocked Chris on his back, and everything screamed in you to react. To do something. But you were scared to even move, not knowing what Lucas would do if you did, and too afraid to find out.

“Now here’s the deal. Y’all don’t follow me, and I won’t have to bounce your heads off the ceiling. The same goes for your other little soldier friends, too. Adios, muchachos.”

Lucas laughed, and as soon as he stepped out the door, particles and gas began filling up the room. Another one of your brother’s sick tricks. You grabbed Chris’s arm and helped him to his feet, while a female voice spoke through your earpiece.

“I’m picking up airborne spores. It’s the E-type mutamycete. Your mask will switch automatically to rebreather mode. Make sure you’re keeping an eye on your oxygen tank.”

“Thank you, beautiful, disembodied voice.”

You and Chris rushed through room after room to get away from the gas, the woman warning you whenever your tank got too low. It was like a race against the clock, the longer you spent in the infected air, the closer you were to infection and maybe death. Once you were finally free of the contamination, you let out a deep breath and noticed that Chris wasn't even phased. Of course, he's got a couple decades on you. He's probably been doing this almost as long as you've been alive.

"You should head back and get that bomb on your arm deactivated," the voice said.

"Absolutely not," you interrupted. Chris just gave you a look. "There's no time, we're not letting him get away."

He sighed, but didn't protest. "They’re right. We can't let him get a head start."

"Understood. Just be careful."

When she got off coms, Chris cleared his throat. "You're calling the shots now, I take it?"

"What? Can't give up control?"

He let out a huff that bordered on a chuckle, and wordlessly continued forward. You wished you could get a read on the man. He had obviously seen and experienced things you couldn’t imagine, working for an organization that dealt with dangerous bioweapons on the daily. If this was the man he is now, you’d like to imagine who he was before he was exposed to such a harsh life.

The further you got into the mine, the more you ran into those creatures and were exposed to contaminated air. You were surprised Lucas didn’t lay more traps for you along the way, but you guessed he didn’t need to when the sweet promise of death was currently strapped to your arm.

Finally, you walked into a larger room with abandoned mining equipment scattered everywhere, along with some type of control system in the middle. There was a clown face painted on it, a big red button making up its nose, and there were three metal shutters— two on your left and one on your right. Blue, red, green.

“What color you feelin’?”

“What?”

You pointed to each door. “Green. Red. Blue. Which one?”

Chris sighed. “Red, I guess.”

You gave a thumbs up and started towards the door, when Chris placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay behind me, okay?”

“Aw, look who wants to protect me.”

“Yes. From yourself.”

The shutter rose, and whatever humorous air lingered around you was immediately weighed down by the seriousness that suddenly radiated off of Chris, and you knew it was time to get serious, too. You immediately realized why he was deemed Captain. He oozed authority. Every move and action was purposeful and swift. Not to mention he was an absolute brute. He could probably wrap his arm around your head and crush it like a grape with his bicep.

Soon, you came across a gated cell door, and one of Umbrella’s men was locked behind it. His arms were trapped on either side of him in one of Lucas’s machines, and his clothes were covered in blood.. You could only imagine what horrible things he had planned for him.

“Hey, you alright in there?”

The man lazily lifted his head, letting out a pained groan.

“Redfield?”

“We’re gonna find the key and get you out, okay? Don’t worry.”

You hoped Chris was right. That you could save some of these men. But knowing your brother, you had a strong feeling that you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t voice that, though.

Taking an elevator up into another large area of the mine, an eerie feeling immediately shot through you, and you wondered if Chris felt it too. You also wondered how the fuck you were supposed to find a damn key in this place!

“Chris, I don’t—”

He quickly shushed you, and you paused. He shushed you?!

You opened your mouth to say something else, but stopped your own thoughts from spewing out when he pointed to a green crate. Dismembered mannequins sat inside, and an arm was taped upright with a single key dangling from the hand.

Oh.

Well now you just felt stupid.

Your arm reached out to grab it, but before your fingers even grazed the key, the crate was raised up high in the air and out of your reach. You dropped your hand to your side with a defeated sigh.

Of course.

“Fuckin’ asshole.”

“We have to find some way to get it down.”

He wandered off, you assumed to find the controls to bring the crate back down, and you shook your head. You solved enough of Lucas’s puzzles for the rest of your lifetime. You weren’t about to participate in any more when the solution was much simpler.

“Nope. Fuck this.”

Raising your pistol, you aimed carefully and pulled the trigger, watching the bullet hit the mannequin hand at lightning speed before the key fell out of the crate and into your open palm. You turned to Chris, who stood silently, and dangled the key from your finger. For your own satisfaction, you imagined his face was currently slack-jawed in awe.

The loud thumping behind you mixed with the ground shaking under your feet cut your celebration short, and you turned to see a large, smoking figure brambling towards you.

“Oh, fuck.”

This thing was way bigger than any other creature you had dealt with, smoke emanating from its white skin as it only seemed to get bigger with every step it took towards you. You both attempted to shoot at it, but you were immediately met with a message in the top left corner of your mask.

“HIGH REGENERATION TARGET UNAFFECTED.”

“Oh, that’s just awesome!”

As the thing got closer to Chris, you grabbed his wrist in a death grip and yanked him out of its path.

“We gotta run!”

The idea of running away didn’t seem to compute with him for a moment, but he had no choice as you were dragging him away and towards the elevator. You practically leaped inside and slammed your hand down on the button, slumping against the metal wall in relief once the doors slid closed and you began descending

“Your guys can take care of that thing. Holy shit.”

He wordlessly put his hand out towards you, and it didn’t click until you suddenly remembered that you went through all that for a stupid key. You placed it in his hand, and he didn’t hesitate to move forward once the elevator doors opened. The man was still in the same place you left him, (Of course he was. Not like he could just walk out of there.) and Chris quickly unlocked the door. You carefully examined the room as you went forward, making sure there weren’t any traps waiting for you to trip on, while Chris went to console his comrade. You didn’t like this. It felt too easy.

“Everything’s alright now,” Chris said.

The man shook his head. “That’s just what he wants you to think. I’m just the bait. And you both fell for it.”

Couldn’t have told us that sooner?

As soon as he finished speaking, the room began to fill with contaminated air, and Chris muttered a curse to himself. You noticed this strain was stronger than it was previously, your oxygen going down by the millisecond.

“Take my filter. Hurry!”

“But you’ll die!”

The soldier shook his head. “I’m dead anyway.”

He said it like he accepted it a long time ago, and you were hit with the familiarity of it. It was only hours ago you felt that way, too.

It was almost too quick to catch, but a spinning blade zoomed forward and began descending towards the man’s head. Chris screamed Lucas's name in protest and shot at his crude invention, but it was no use. So, you stood, and watched in horror as this man met an inevitable, painful death.

The blades sliced through his neck, and his head hit the floor with a disgusting thud as blood spewed onto the ground. You’ve watched plenty of people die, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen it done so horrifically. The sight made you nauseous. You couldn’t imagine how Chris was feeling.

You realized then not only was this a trap for you and Chris, it was also a sick show of control. Even if Chris wouldn’t die from Lucas’s gadgets, he still wanted the satisfaction of putting the man through hell by making him watch his comrades die. And that sickened you the most.

Does he ever talk about this stuff? Does he confide in anyone about what he’s seen? You hoped he did. After seeing what he has, you wondered if he ever slept. You couldn’t most nights after you went on leave, even less when your whole life and family was flipped upside down. You began to think about how similar you were. He dealt with bioweapons for a living, and you lived under the constant watch of one for three years. He probably had plenty of stories. Could probably tell you things you couldn’t even imagine.

You felt sorry for him.

Bending down, he took the high grade filter off the mask— since he clearly wouldn’t need it anymore— and held it out towards you. Your eyes widened.

“Are you serious? I can’t take it. You need it!”

He shook his head. “I’m not letting a civilian die!”

“And I’m not letting you die! This is not a negotiation!”

He said your name through gritted teeth, but as you watched your oxygen get lower and lower, nearing zero, you snatched it out of his hand and attached it to his mask before he could move away, the piece fitting in with a satisfying ‘click’.

“Are you insane?!”

You don’t know why you did it. Why you constantly felt the need to put the lives of people you barely knew in front of your own, but you never regretted it. Even if it meant your own death. You watched as your oxygen finally hit zero, and you swallowed thickly, ready to choke on your weak attempts to breathe.

But nothing happened.

You blinked in surprise. Why do you feel perfectly fine?

You imagined Chris was just as surprised by your lack of struggling to breathe, and you proceeded to lift your hands towards your mask. He snatched your hand..

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Just let me try somethin’, okay?”

He continued to protest, but you didn’t listen, the seal of your mask coming undone as you lifted it off your head and took a breath.

Nothing. Not even a cough.

“What the hell…” Chris muttered.

“Come on, there’s no time to talk about it right now. We gotta get out of here before your oxygen runs out.”

He nodded and followed you until you were back in the main area of the cave, but your mind was still reeling. Why weren’t you affected by the contagion? Was Lucas tricking you? No, that didn’t seem right. The goal was to kill you, not scare you. So what did that leave?

Were you…? No. There’s no way you were immune.

You didn’t realize Chris was speaking until he tapped your shoulder, and you blinked out of your zoned out state.

“Huh?”

“Can you explain what happened back there? Why didn’t you mention you were immune to the virus?”

You stuttered for a response. “I-I… I don’t know what happened. You’re about as clueless as me.”

Your coms came to life with the sound of a familiar female voice.

“It could be due to your prolonged exposure to the E series, your body naturally created the antibodies needed to fight the virus on its own.”

You shook your head. “That’s insane. That’s…”

You thought back to when Ethan said you died, how you came back and felt better. Then back to when you got the vaccine, and how you didn’t feel any effect. You must’ve already been cured when you woke up. Still, that didn’t explain the miraculous healing of your injuries.

“We don’t have time to dwell on it now. Keep your headgear on, though. We don’t want Lucas finding out that it’s you.”

You nodded and placed your helmet back on, while Chris muttered what he’d do to your brother when he found him.

“Just remember we need him alive, Chris,” the woman said.

You grit your teeth, trying not to let your emotions spill out. You knew that’s what Umbrella wanted, to get information out of him. But like hell you were letting him walk out of here alive. And you didn’t care who you pissed off by killing him.

Doing a quick ammo check, you and Chris decided the green shutter door was next on your list, doom settling deep in your gut as the door slowly screeched open. You were met with a short set of stairs leading through a narrow pathway, and resigned yourself to standing behind Chris. There was no way you'd be able to walk next to him in here.

The layout was almost like a maze, walking down one path only to turn and walk through an identical one. You felt like you needed a map to navigate this place. Of course, more contaminated air was blowing through the vents, but with your newfound immunity, you didn't worry about it much.

In the distance, from what you could see through the thick fogginess of the air, smoke began rising from the wall as mold seemed to congeal together to form a tall, monstrous creature. The smoke reminded you of the big guy you ran into earlier, and when you tried to shoot at it, the same message in your mask popped up.

"Shit, it's regenerating too fast. Normal bullets aren't gonna cut it!”

"I'm open to suggestions," Chris said.

Your brows rose in surprise. He did have a sense of humor! A very dry one, but still there.

Your coms buzzed to life. "You'll need RAMRODS to stop it from regenerating lost tissue. You have to fall back."

You frantically looked back and forth, the monster beginning to trap you into a corner, before you grabbed Chris's arm.

"This way!"

You had no idea where you were going, but anywhere was better than near that thing. You took down the hall and turned the corner, repeating the same thing over and over until you were sufficiently far away. You took a breath, and hoped to fuck you'd get out of this soon.

"You keep doing that."

You raised your head to look up at him. "Huh?"

"Pulling me out of danger. Like you need to protect me."

Your eyes slightly widened and you stuttered for an answer. "I-I mean… I was a soldier, you know."

He didn't say anything, just hummed to himself before walking on ahead. Faces flashed in your mind, and you squeezed your eyes shut as your grip tightened around your gun. Now wasn't the time.

You began to debate if you were lost as you went further into the mine, and you prayed to fuck that Chris knew his way back.

“Did you know that was gonna happen?”

Your steps slightly faltered. “What do you mean?”

“Back there, when Lucas killed that man. Did you know he was going to die?”

The question made you pause, and you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“Yes.”

He didn’t say any more, but you felt your answer was dissatisfying without an explanation.

“I grew up with that psycho, and I had to experience every sick trick he had once he was graced with Eveline’s influence. Once I saw that man, I… I knew he was doomed. I just didn’t want to say anything because even if I did, I knew you’d wanna try and save him anyway. I knew you wouldn’t just let him die without a fight.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and you almost spoke again to try and fill the silence when he interrupted you.

“Would you have saved him? Even knowing all that, would you still have at least tried?”

You didn’t have to think about it as you nodded. “Of course.”

“Good. That’s all I need to know, then.”

The trip through the rest of the cave proved almost fruitless, minus the box of RAMRODS you found just chilling in a random room. You didn’t bother to question why they were down here in the first place, because at least now you had something that could deal with those high regen bastards. You were able to make your way back to the shutter entrance with little difficulty, only running into more of Lucas’s puzzles, as well as tiny little bug fuckers that you could only compare to something out of an old video game you used to play.

What was it? Half… Half something…

Whatever.

As soon as you went through the last shutter, you were immediately met with darkness. Your mask automatically kicked on the nightvision, and your sight was nothing but shades of green. When you tried to step forward, Chris put his hand on your shoulder.

“Wait.” He gestured towards the ground, pointing at the pressure plates.

Of course.

“Guess we gotta be extra careful.”

It didn’t take long to run into similar traps, including automatic gun turrets and fucking lasers. There was also a point where you and Chris had to shove around mining carts, your muscles straining whilst you used your legs as leverage to push them out of your way.

“God, this is fucking stupid.”

You gripped the handles of the last cart and shoved it forward, watching as the wooden wall beyond it gave away and revealed a hallway behind it with more lasers.

“He’s been watching too many spy movies, I swear.”

Crouching and stepping over the lasers, you opened the door at the end of the hall to reveal a room that was entirely filled with them.

“Yeah. Way too fuckin’ many.”

“Just try to focus on moving through them.”

Despite Chris’s words, that piece of logic was almost thrown out the window when he saw one of the missing soldiers lying in the middle of all the chaos.

“Marquez?”

You grabbed his arm before he could move. “Hold on there, big guy. Even if we get to him through all this mess, there’s no way Lucas is just gonna let us drag him out of there. We have to turn the lasers off.” You grinned to yourself and placed a hand on your hip. “I bet you're glad you brought me along, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Fine, you stay here, and I'll shut them off.”

Chris shook his head. “Absolutely not. I’m not letting you—”

“Are you forgetting my background? I’m not just some helpless civilian you have to look after. Besides, I don’t need your burly shoulders bumping into every goddamn trap in here and setting something off.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Burly?”

“Have you looked in the mirror?”

You heard a distant cough, and were quickly reminded of where you were. Right. Injured soldier, needed saving, blah blah blah. Holstering your weapon, you were careful and precise with every move you made, being sure not to make any sudden movements. Fuck getting this far only to die by damn lasers.

You made it to the man with ease, avoiding touching him, but asking him to give you a sign that he was okay. He gave you a thumbs up, and you relayed it to Chris who stood across the room watching you like a hawk. Finally able to stand up straight, you walked over to the control switch and pulled it down, the lasers disappearing right after. You heard Chris let out a relieved sigh before walking over to the man and helping him to his feet.

“Hey, you still with us?

Marquez nodded. “Yeah, thanks. I was beginning to think we’d be left behind.”

“Please, he’s too stubborn for that,” you chimed in, earning a look.

Once he was standing on his own two feet, he began limping to the exit, and you and Chris remained close behind.

“Lucas is a fucking psycho. Not sure what’s worse— him or those things.”

“Definitely him,” you said.

Chris hummed. “Let’s just focus on getting you out of here.”

Beyond the door he took you through was a smaller room with a ladder leading upwards, telling you that this was the way out. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the bomb that you both failed to notice on his neck came to life, a red light blinking furiously.

“Fuck! Get this thing off me!”

He was tugging and scratching at the bomb, desperateness and fear clear in his voice. And once again, there was nothing you could do but watch him die. His head exploded, blood spewing from the base of his neck as his limp body fell to the floor. Chris just stood there, looking at the lifeless form of his comrade, before both of your masks projected the image of your brother.

“Now, I don’t know about you, Christopher, but—” he stopped, eyes widening a bit before a sick smile spread across his face.

Shit.

“Ohohoho! Now this I did not expect. My dear ol’ sibling is working with Redfield.” He clicked his tongue. “How fun. I would’ve prepared somethin’ a bit more grand if I knew you were gonna be coming.”

Your eyes narrowed and your jaw clenched, but Chris wouldn’t let Lucas change the topic.

“Three of my men are dead because of you, Lucas. This ends, and it ends now.”

“I don’t think so. It’s about to be four— no, five dead soldiers in a minute,” he laughed, and his image faded to static.

It was only then that a timer appeared in your interface, counting down from ten minutes as the bomb on yours and Chris’s arms began blinking with the same red light. Panic settled deep in your stomach, and you heard Chris speak into his earpiece.

“Okay, we got a situation here.”

“We’re on it, Chris,” the woman said. “Head back to the central cavern and wait for further instructions.”

“Don’t let me down.”

“Ah, yes. I love waiting while my arm is about to be blown to smithereens.”

You did as the woman said and made your way back, running into creatures along the way that only seemed to be there to waste your time. Every time you looked at the timer, it only seemed to be going down faster, and almost a whole minute had gone by since you first looked.

Nine minutes. We got nine minutes. That’s plenty of time. Plenty of time to get this stupid fucking thing off of me!

“Alright, good news.”

Oh, hallelujah.

A couple images popped up on your screen. “Our video logs from the first unit show canisters of liquid nitrogen nearby. You might be able to deactivate the bombs by freezing them.”

She let you know that the canisters were behind the red shutter, and you wasted less than no time rushing through it. You knew it probably wasn’t smart to be going through the area so hastily, and that you should remain calm, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. But when you looked at Chris, he was as cool as a cucumber. Like this was a normal Tuesday afternoon for him. You’d be jealous if you weren’t so focused on the death trap currently strapped to you.

When a molded creature stepped in your way, grit your teeth and put three bullets in its oversized head, pushing its body to the side whilst it fell forward. When it landed and squirmed and your feet, you stomped your boot right onto its mushy skull, goo and viscera spraying the ground.

“Get the fuck outta my way!”

Chris grabbed your arm and tugged your forward, and as this section of the cave began to look more familiar, your eyes slowly widened. This is where that big fucker was that you had to run away from earlier. He was nowhere in sight now, but you didn’t bank on him not showing up eventually. You were never that lucky.

“The liquid nitrogen is just beyond that room.”

An anxious feeling crawled through your stomach and up your throat, and you looked at the timer again. Less than seven minutes. Okay, not bad. But, as soon as you tried to go beyond the room like the woman in your ear said, a stack of blue crates fell directly in front of you, effectively blocking your path. Words were crudely spray painted on them, and you almost broke a few teeth from how hard your jaw was clenching.

“EAT SHIT AND DIE!”

You heard something grotesque forming behind you, and didn’t even want to look. Instead, Chris looked for you.

“Well. That’s lovely.”

With an infuriated growl, you grabbed the AR that was strapped to your back and let bullets spray from the creature's middle and up to its head. If Lucas was going to kill you, he certainly had to try a lot harder than this!

You tried flanking the creature, but the area proved to be too small and too crowded for it to work effectively. It was full guerilla mode, and you gave it everything you got. There wasn’t a single bullet wasted, pumping everything into its rubbery form. The more you hurt it, the more the creature seemed visibly affected. Parts of its body began to split open, pouring blood and other viscous liquids that you didn’t want to hazard a guess as to what they were.

Fucking disgusting!

You were soon at its back, its eyes set on Chris, and fear spiked through you. The more he backed up, the closer it got, and he was going to be trapped in a corner soon if you didn’t think of something fast. You looked around, picking up an oversized rock out of one of the mining carts, and aimed at its giant head.

“Hey, ugly!”

The stone hit with a disgusting “thwack,” clattering to the ground as the monster stopped moving. Its feet stomped against the ground whilst it turned towards you, and let out a visible huff.

“Oh, shit.”

Chris desperately shouted your name as it barrelled towards you, swiping its hand against your side and sending your body slamming into a pile of stones. The glass of your head gear shattered on impact, oxygen hissing through the opening, and you gasped for air when white hot pain surged through you. You found it difficult to even breathe. With a pained grunt, you propped yourself up on one hand and gave a thumbs up.

“I’m okay! Just kill the bastard!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, leading it a sufficient distance away from you as he shot RAMROD bullets into its thick head. While you were concerned about how much time was remaining, you found yourself more concerned about the man fighting in front of you. You knew you probably didn’t need to worry, but you couldn’t help the deep-seated feeling from bubbling up inside you. And despite the pain you felt, you wouldn’t just sit and let him take care of the rest of this mess either.

Struggling to your feet, you took a shaky breath and resumed your attack on the creature, but were stunned into stillness when Chris landed an uppercut to the thing and sent it flying through the air.

Is he Captain America or something?!

Its fat limbs flailed, struggling to roll onto its stomach to get up. It didn’t make it that far before its skin began bubbling under the surface, and it exploded into mushy bits.

“Target down, Chris. Now find that nitrogen!”

She sounded as desperate as you felt.

Rushing up to the Captain, you both worked to push one of the crates over, your salvation just beyond it. Chris didn’t even give you the opportunity to let him go first, grabbing your hand in his instead and plunging both of the bombs into the liquid nitrogen. You could feel how cold it was through the thick fabric of your glove,and you flexed your fingers to make sure you could still feel them.

“That did the trick.”

“Take it off before it thaws and restarts!” she urged.

You gripped the bomb and yanked it off your wrist, throwing it across the room as the light began blinking again. It exploded as soon as it hit the opposite wall, and Chris’s own bomb followed suit. An immense weight was immediately lifted off your shoulders, and you placed your hands on your knees with a deep sigh.

“Thank fuck.”

“Hey.” Chris put a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to stand up straight and look up at him. “You okay?”

You nodded, lifting your hands to take off what remained of your mask. You didn’t notice it until now, but the pain in your side had slowly faded away, and when you pressed your hand against your ribs, you felt nothing but a dull ache.

What is happening to you?

“You ready for this?”

You locked eyes with the tinted glass of his mask and smirked, huffing out a quiet chuckle.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past three years. I’m more than ready.”

Chris nodded, hand clapping against your shoulder.

“Alright. Let’s get this fucker.”

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