#claire redfield x oc

[galaxy-fleur]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love starts playing in the background 🤭

[spaceyeehaw]

an introduction to jennifer "stinger" han in the resident evil series

a long term resident of rockfort island, jennifer's been pushed to survive, moulded by the testing hands of umbrella, since she can remember. very few remember her, very few have something to say. she's cagey, odd, to say the least, growing up with dark, buggy eyes peering from behind her father's lab coat. she played in the dirt behind the barracks, whispering about the buzzing of the hornet's nest underneath the mess hall, tuck herself away reading the same worn copy of alice in wonderland.

"i hear hawaii's nice this time of year." "proposing a second date? don't go soft on me, redfield."

unwatched by many, rockfort was the breeding ground for malice and contempt. the bandersnatches, albinoids and sweepers were nothing but the norm, the monsters on another side of a glass pane to her as she grew. her eyes made contact with the young alexia ashford in curiosity, a look turning to shadowing, turning to company - just kids, as jennifer remembers it, a tool to assist in the furtherment of umbrella, alexia would see it. she was no genius, nowhere close to that of what she thought of as her best friend, but she's smart enough to know that letting her prod her with needles in the name of trust and childhood friendship was a mistake.

she starts hearing the buzzing after alexia goes dark. she's alone again on rockfort island, surrounded by soldiers and avoiding the eyes of the researchers as everyone insists they can't hear the buzzing. she feels like she's going crazy, her shoulder starts itching and the skin feels like film, discolouring to a harsh yet translucent orange - no medical explanation. even alfred, as insane as he's seen to be, doesn't give the medical officers permission to tear the abnormality from her.

a night as ordinary as any other, jennifer's shaken to her core with the pain in her arm, the heat rising in her stomach and the sweat pouring from her, a sore growing from her arm bursts, the buzzing growing as a wasp burrows itself from her skin - and rests gently on her arm. the fear subsides as it nooks onto her arm and the buzz feels part of her. the subsequent hawks feel no different, an extension of her - a human fear mixed with a eerie, cold, knowing comfort.

an abnormality she keeps hidden, jennifer avoids the attention of alfred ashford (though it's far more complicated than that in reality) and goes through her bland motions on rockfort island. until the night of the rockfort island incident when her unplanned survival sees her chance to escape from the monotony of umbrella and avoid dying like a prisoner. no more than what she thinks to be a mildly abnormal girl, her night sours when met with the records of so-called stinger trials and encountering her once friend, unthawed and deadly.

series appearance(s): resident evil 0 (mentioned), resident evil 2 (mentioned), re2r (mentioned), resident evil: survivor (mentioned), resident evil: code veronica, resident evil: degeneration, resident evil revelations 2, resident evil 6 love interest: claire redfield, alexia ashford (it's complicated)

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[haliet0]

A silly pet hc i have for resident evil characters (Sorry if is blurry tiktok sucks😭😭)

[strawberrysnoopy]

ACT ONE: The Photoshoot, Part Three of Four

prologue, part one, part two. warnings: tobacco, smoking, alcohol use, briefest mention of using alcohol as a coping mechanism, mentions of infidelity (as always), ada slander at times (sorry), texting for a while, leon's a bit of a perv,

author's note: btw I left the husband without a name so there's no overlap on you and your husband having the same name and you live in new york due to the modeling thing. I also try my hardest to keep the reader ambiguous because I realize that skinny, quirky, white girls aren't the only ones that read this series: if there's anything you'd like to recommend or change in the writing to be more reader-friendly, drop in my inbox and let me know! :) thank you guys so much for all the reblogs and 100 FOLLOWERS AHHH!! thank you thank you thank you!

The warmth of your fingers working against his cool and paled skin had him melting like a runny ice cream cone in your hands. His hand was on your hip, rubbing loving circles like he was trying to commit the warm feel of your flesh into his memory. This was the type of life he envisioned when he was younger: married to someone he loved deeply with every crevice of his being. He thought Ada was the person for him, but that was such a costly and emotionally unbalanced guess. "Thank you, honey." You nod in response, applying the rest of the stitching to his busted lip. His hands dare to move a little higher on your hips, squeezing your waist and getting some sick pleasure out of the way your breath stopped in embarrassment. The scene was perfect, just a good ol’ friend taking care of her busted up pal. Leon hated that he couldn’t find you earlier, sooner, before he could even lay eyes on Ada Wong. She had her charms, sure, but there was something about the soft lull of your presence, how gentle you were, how caring you could be with others that had his heart fluttering in his chest. He still can't believe out of all the places he could've met you, it was at a store while you were buying a bottle of wine for yourself and your husband. "Met" would have to be an overrated word in his dictionary. The truth was that Leon had first laid eyes upon you in a magazine. They had released their February shoot that show-cased entrepreneurial photographers on the rise, climbing their way to the top without a care in the world who they scratched on their way there. You happened to be the diamond in the rough, making everyone else's cliche photographs of "lust" or "revenge" or "innocence" themes seem drab. Your theme? Limerence. Beautiful, simmering, and chilling limerence. Your hair was pieced together lazily but curled neatly, wearing simple yet cryptic tops and little boy shorts that lovingly cradled your ass. The rookie photographer that snapped your photos had done a stellar job at making it seem like you were one of those once in a lifetime girls you met in college. He still had the magazine of course, stashed away in the depths of his closet: kept in pristine condition like a filthy little secret he loved to indulge in. "So..." He muses. He feels the little pause in your work, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "How long have you known? About your husband's infidelity?" You've always known. The first? A college girl in the first year of your "official" relationship Bubbly and vibrant and a fucking joy to be around. The kind of girl you see on ABC's 20/20 or some other type of true crime prime-time film. Your husband claimed it was a drunk hook-up. And the first time, you believed him. The second? A school teacher that looked, acted, and talked exactly like you. Maybe she was your long lost twin or some weird rip in the fabric of time and she happened to pop out. He claimed he was mad at you for the way you did laundry. You forgave him a second time, but you'd surely have a knife to his throat the third time.

"A while. It's just like some weird fact I live with, I guess. Like you have some chronic disease and it's something you deal with from time to time." He nodded, bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. He knows you don't deserve that. Nobody deserves that. Yet, he always wondered why you stayed. Your husband was an asshole, although that shouldn't be a term that leaves his lips due to the fact he's supposedly your husband's best bud, but for the sake of doing the holy honor of defending you: he was a cheating dick that didn't deserve to be maritally bound to a woman such as yourself. "Wouldn't you get a divorce? I don't mean to be like...rude or anything but I would've thought that you're the type of woman to leave his ass once he cheats." And you were. Headstrong, confident, and self-assured—he's never seen an insecure model before, or maybe that's some weird stereotype he's made in his head unconsciously. "It's a tough situation." And that's all you have to say about your marriage. He nodded, understanding your reluctance to speak on the subject. He can't say he's any different from you either considering his marriage to Ada, the very reason he can't be with you. Especially so intimately. It’s hard. The safety of it all. Having someone next to you at all times despite the shitty relationship. He knew.

Now the bathroom is silent. You’re still doctoring up his wounds while he sits up on the marble counter-top. He really wants to say something until you step in for him.

“I can’t believe you fucked my husband up like that.” You say, pulling your hands away from his face to find some more antibiotic cream. He hates that he feels his head moving forward to get your hands back on him. Pathetic. He feels pathetic, especially considering he beat the dog shit out of your husband when you graciously invited him into your home.

“I’m sorry—“ He begins, you stop him once more.

“No. Don’t apologize. I was thanking you.” He nods again, finding the motion of moving his head back and forth too repetitive. “So, thank you.”

He boldly takes your hand in his own, squeezing it and kissing the palm—feeling like he’s turning into a crazy man when your fingertips brush against his lower eyelids and cheeks.

“You’re welcome.” He releases your hand from his own, feeling guilty for not saying more to you. He feels as if you deserve more than silence, and to be honest, with everything you've gone through this week, you definitely do. "I know I said it already but I'm sorry for saying that I wanted to—" He pauses, not wanting to be so crude with his wording but throwing caution to the wind as he had already fucked everything up so far. "Said that I wanted to fuck you, that's not fair to you nor your husband."

"It's okay if you do." His heart pulses in his chest at those words. He had expected you to ignore it, maybe slap him if you were really pissed. But you agreed? What the fuck, it's like he's living in a fucking alternate universe. "It's not a crime to find someone else attractive. The only thing wrong is if you act on it." That was true, but it never took from how much he dreamed about you. The times he's jerked himself off while thinking of your gorgeous body on his mind had grown to a disgusting amount. Hell, it's gotten to a point where he doesn't even fight it anymore and Ada being in the house used to stop him, but not anymore. He'll just go up to the bathroom and rub one out with your magazine in hand. "Then I guess I'm attracted to you." Your cheeks flush red at the admission, flaring a brighter color when his hand grips your hip once more. And tighter, too. Jesus Christ, the way this whole situation had been playing out like a steamy porno. First, your husband was gone in the hospital. Second, Leon was brought into your home. Alone. Third, he admitted he wants to fuck you. No, he has to resist. You were right. It's not wrong to be attracted to someone other than your spouse but you had him wanting to act. Wanting to drag you down to the marital bed you share with your husband and fuck you senseless. "So, do you want to stay the night tonight? Considering your car is broken down and everything." You ask, your tone beautiful and raspy like it always is.

Oh, God. He's gonna fuck you.

tags:@heylesamis, @sweetserial, @iloveyousomuch1989, @galactict3a, @m1sery-busin3ss, @ssulfurr, @julia13123, @nic-stars, @stillhavingdaddyissues, @greywardensaywhat, @ressespearlz, @xqlenkdy, @g0rep1ty, @nomorekerkanymor,

[chesue00]

RE OCs debute!?!?

In a middle of a sleepover these trio college students suddenly got transported from the real world to the world of resident evil😭😔

Will be dropping more of their lore and art as time goes by >:D

[feng-shui71]

@silna-pdf My Christmas gift to youuuuuu LMAO

these two are the worst pair of cops ever

[paradisedixon]

Leon: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?'

Jill: …

Claire: …

Y/N: …

Leon: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

[fatpinkrabbit00]

aunt claire and papa chris 🥹❤️

(they gave her a lot of love 😭❤️❤️)

[dark-star-exe]

things from my totally not modded or hacked re island part 2

screenshots from last night and this morning

cut bc theres so many i went insane

I ADDED A MOD THAT REPLACED SOME OUTFITS WITH THE JP EXCLUSIVE ONES AND THE NINJA ONE GOT REPLACED AAGFHDF KGDJSKF

like father like daughter

GAY AGENDA ACHIEVED!!!!!!

help why does he look so distressed??

what are you doing Ashley??

Ada and Luis are friends, and Jill has a dog :)

floor

help him.

[lonetile4]

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

A semi-crack fanfictions including organizations from Call of Duty, Resident Evil, Dragonball, and Marvel.

This is a work in progress. Whenever you see "==Place Holder==" it means there is a gap where I need to fill in a good transition between sections. Whenever I get writers block, I move on to the next plot point and fill things in later.

"We're glad you came," Nikto said, voice rough.

"It's been a while, Andre." Liliya answered. She sat down beside him at the bar. She observed her friend. He was wearing a sweatshirt; the hood pulled over his head to hide his face. He held a glass of scotch in his hand.

"We told you not to call us that," Nikto muttered. "Just Nikto is fine."

"Sorry." Liliya ordered herself a drink. "So... what made you call me after all these years?" She swirled the golden liquid in her glass, listening to the ice clink.

"We... need help." Nikto glanced at her. "A mission came up. It involves robotic weapons. And you know more about robotics better than anyone."

"I'm a civilian now, Nikto," Liliya said quietly. "I can't." She got to her feet when Nikto grabbed her wrist.

"It's Hydra, Lily," Nikto said. Liliya paused. She looked at the hand that had grabbed her arm. There was a long pause between them. Liliya clenched her fists.

"God, dammit," she hissed. She let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine."

===

"Ain't this amazing?" Philip Graves asked, hopping off the chopper.

"Yeah... wonderful." Jill Valentine replied, crossing her arms.

"Come on!" Graves laughed. "The BSA, Shadow Company, Spetsnaz, and Red Ribbon... all working together!" Liliya tensed.

"Red Ribbon doesn't exist anymore." Liliya said. "So I don't work for them."

"Whatever," Graves scoffed. "Powerful people coming together to fight for the same cause." Liliya rolled her eyes.

"Hey," Chris Redfield walked over and patted her shoulder. "Relax."

"If I had known the BSA was called, I wouldn't have agreed to this." She glared at Nikto, pissed that he left out an important detail.

"Look, what happened with Claire, I don't..."

"This has nothing to do with Claire!" Liliya snapped. "This has nothing to do with the fact that I nearly sent your sister... my *girlfriend* at the time, to her death trying to take down what was left of Red Ribbon." Liliya pinched the bridge of her nose.

"And now I'm back to taking out another evil organization. Who knows who I might send to their death."

"Well, Graves is always an option," Chris said with a small laugh. Liliya rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smile that formed on her lips.

"I heard that," Graves said. Liliya flipped him off, but had a smile on her face. Her smile faultered before she turned back to Chris.

"She's doing okay, though.... right?" She asked. "I know it's been... 2 years..."

"She's doing great," Chris answered. "And you?"

"Hanging in there," Liliya answered. The teams walked together into the large hanger.

"We're sorry for not telling you about the BSA," Nikto said.

"It's fine. Whatever," Liliya grumbled. "But if the BSA is here... robotics and bio-weapons don't exactly mix well... if B.O.Ws start having Red Ribbon tech? That's more than any of us can handle."

==PLACE HOLDER==

"Your gas mask will remain on at all times," Chris said. "We don't know what Hydra has been cooking, meaning we have no cure and no idea how this thing works. We could be dealing with simple zombies or B.O.Ws."

"So this is a suicide mission...?" One of the Shadows asked.

"I'm not going to sugar coat it," Chris replied slowly. "This will likely be the most dangerous missions you will ever do, which is why we need to work as a team, have each other's backs."

"We'll be learning on the job, so keep your radio on for updates." He glanced around the room. "Communication and teamwork are important."

==PLACE HOLDER==

"So, you're a cyborg..." Graves said, looking at Liliya's legs.

"You could say that..." Liliya grumbled. She looked through the binoculars at the facility door.

"Did Red Rocket leave you with any cool gear? According to what Chris said, those B.O.Ws ain't pretty." Graves was squatting nearby, gun at the ready, just in case. It did make Liliya feel a little better to have someone watching her back.

"I have a few," Liliya confessed. Well, she had more than a few. Just some little trinkets in her back pocket just in case.

"You know, that makes me feel a lot safer." Graves said. "I've seen the aftermath of what happens when the BSA has to get involved."

"Yeah... it's not pretty." Liliya grabbed her radio. "Clear. Safe to move in, but stay cautious."

"Roger that." Chris replied from the other end. Liliya put the radio down, returning to keeping an eye on the teams. She could hear Graves's men communicating with the BSA as they moved in.

"What happened between you and the BSA?" Liliya's eye twitched in annoyance.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Graves. Mind your own business."

"Alright," Graves went quiet again. There was a moment of awkward silence.

"Let's move." Liliya lead Graves and a small squad of Shadows towards a different entrance. "Remember what Redfield said. Communicate." She looked at everyone, memorizing their faces. She wondered how many good people would be left after this mission. She wanted to say something... to tell them to say goodbye to each other and to prepare in case they need to shoot their own brothers, but she knew the moral was low enough. She didn't need to add more to it.

Once the door was breached and cleared, Graves and Liliya walked in. The place was quiet... but quiet never met safe.

"Heads on a swivel," Liliya warned. "That includes on the ceiling."

[To be continued...]

[androgynous-pagan2]

UPCOMING BOTS IN THE NEAR FUTURE!!!

Helena Harper is currently being worked on…

[sweetlike-blood]

Looking for an 18+ discord server centered around the Resident Evil games?

Welcome to The Valley of Shadows

We are a lively bunch who love anything Resident Evil, come join us!

[sombraluna]

In order of appearance; Quentin Quire, Malachi Cera, Albert Wesker, and Claire Redfield

[detectivelokis]

ALEXANDRIA RIVERA X CLAIRE REDFIELD

Gift 2/2 for @nightwingshero for the Resident Evil gift exchange hosted by @sstewyhosseini

[sahsalart]

BEHOLD THE KENNEDY TWINS, PARKER AND BINNA :D

The fraternal twins have a finalized design after months of pulling shit out my ass lol. Sometimes I get lazy sorry.

I feel like out of all the characters from the Resident Evil franchise, Leon having fraternal boy and girl twins just makes so much sense. I just know this man wouldn’t be ready to have a baby but ends up getting Eunjoo (my OC) pregnant and she wants to keep it, and after panicking for long while Leon’s just like “oh well it’s 1 baby it can’t be that bad—“ BOOM 2 BABIES!! I love it. And not just for my OC, I think fraternal twins suits Leon in general for any other characters he’s shipped with. That being said, I did my best to replicate both genes of the parents. Binna being darker-skinned but has Leon’s hair color and eyes. Her facial structure represents more of her mother by having a wider nose and rounded face. Then Parker having fairer skin but with his mother’s textured hair and eyes. His facial structure definitely takes on more of Leon with his slender nose and sharp features.

The twins were born on April 2nd, 2008. Making Eunjoo just under 25 and Leon 31. Parker is older by 2 minutes, Binna is the baby. Leon named Parker, Eunjoo named Binna. Then they it switched for their middle names. Binna (빛나) is a Korean name, meaning “to shine”. Aury is a Latin name commonly used around the Caribbean and means “Gold”. Joon (준) is also a korean name, meaning “ruler, talented, handsome”. Around the age they are in the illustration, they are in recruitment for training to be agents like their parents. Although both parents are against them going towards the line of field they work with.

I’ll eventually put out a lot more info for them when I do their individual character sheets, but feel free to ask questions or just tell me what you think about them!

[winksasleeplesseye]

City of the Dead - Masterlist

Description: Amara Moore, a respected member of the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, returns from a well-earned vacation on July 26, only to find that their team numbers are not only mysteriously, significantly reduced but are disbanded as well. 

Left with no real reason, and half her team gone alongside the Alpha Team, she’s out of a job until she takes it upon herself to investigate. What she uncovers is more than she could’ve imagined. Which all culminates to September 29. A day that she, alongside the RPD’s newest rookie, Leon Kennedy, will never forget. 

Pairing: Leon Kennedy X OC 

PERSONS OF INTEREST 

Character Bios

Playlist

Moodboards/Character Aesthetics

Character Select: Amara Moore

Character Select: Leon Kennedy

FILES 

File #001 - Conspiracy 

File #002 - Nightmare

File #003 - The Rookie

File #004 - Trade

File #005 - Night Music

File #006 - Lachesism

File #007 - Paradigm 

File #008 - This Much is True 

File #009 - Reciprocity

File #010 - The End of the Beginning

File #011 - Epilogue