#cowboy!chris redfield

[lmondrawii]

chreon yee-haw!

[ghostsangels]

Cowboy Chreon save me

Save me cowboy chreon

[leonskittybunwriting]

Cowboy Chris Redfield 

Warnings: cowboy Chris, smut. Cute. Rough sex. 

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters and I don't own resident evil!

Chris spits on the ground before walks into the house and tilts his black cherry cowboy hat down a little as he walks into the kitchen. 

He stops by the door for a minute and takes in his chunky chubby wife and smiles. She looked so cute as she cutted up vegetables and chicken for the dinner she was making.

Chris walks over to her and wraps his arms around her waist and he asks softly “where are the little ones?” 

“At yours moms.” She answers softly as she keeps cutting up the chicken before adding everything to the soup and washes her hands before turning around in Chris's arms and kisses his lip. 

Chris smiles and he kisses her lips back before picking her up and carries her over to the couch and he whispers “Be my little honey bee and ride daddy's cock?” 

She giggles once he sits down on the couch and she whispers softly “I can do that daddy.”  

Chris chuckles and helps her undress and she helps him undress before getting on top of him and gently slides his cock inside of her. 

Once he bottoms out in her she cups his face and moves her hips back and forth, it was slow at first but before rough pretty quick. 

Chris had to hold her down on his cock as she whimpered and moaned, she was going so fast that she pulled up her hips and squirted on him. 

“That was so hot, my little bee.” 

She blushes and pecks his lips gently.  

[phoenixmetaphor]

resident evil cowboy au??? resident evil cowboy au!

or maybe more like ‘western au’ but whatever. someone mentioned the words ‘cowboy au’ within my circle and that was all it took, i was gone on another extreme au adventure. have brainrot, will travel.

bonus initial concept sketch below — leon is older in it than in the comic and has graduated to dual pistols. chris remains grizzled.

[x66r9u]

Thinking

[comet-wire]

Ngl I've been having a gender crisis again on top of all the stuff that's happened with my dad, I think I still identify as male/masculine idk 🗿

Same with my ace/aro spectrum placement ☝️🗿

[harpsinfinity]

Masterlist

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REQUESTS: OPEN

what i write for: CoD, rdr2, resident evil

who I write for:

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Captain John Price

König (not anymore)

John "soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Javier escuella

Carlos Oliveira

Chris redfield

Leon kennedy

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Smut: 🔥

Fluff:🪻

what i will write: smut, fluff, angst (if my heart can take it)

what I won't write: non-con/dub-con, incest, minor & adult relationships, literally anything either to do with shit, piss, blood (unless we're going vampire style) or anything generally fucked up

s.riley

Simon fucking you while your wearing his jacket 🔥

Drawing tattoos on Simon🪻

Simon smoking while you ride him🔥

Holding hands with simon 🔥

Simon making you love his fingers🔥

Mornings with Simon Riley 🪻

Your comfort 🪻

Edging 🔥

Take it 🔥

Thoughts about husband!Simon 🪻

Simon Riley fucking you 🔥

Simon's mouth 🔥

Sub! Simon 🔥

Sweet n tender sex 🔥

J.price

Riding price 🔥

Thigh riding 🔥

Overstimulation 🔥

Sharing you with Soap 🔥

König (not writing for anymore)

Falling asleep with könig 🪻

Size difference 🔥

Mirror sex 🔥

Dumbification 🔥

J.mactavish

Quiet moments(SFW)

Thoughts about boyfriend!soap 🪻

Hate-fucking 🔥

Johnny gifting you a necklace 🔥

K.garrick

Coming soon !

Multi + asks

Cuddling with Simon, price and könig 🪻

Simon, price and könig eating you out 🔥

Falling asleep with Simon, price and könig 🪻

How they punish you- 141 + könig 🔥

Dick analysis - 141 🔥

Ask #1 🔥

Ask#2 🔥

Phone sex 🔥

König with a reader w thick thighs 🔥

141s kinks 🔥

Arthur n readers tits 🔥

Javier taking reader to poundtown 🔥

A.morgan

Stark naked x fully clothed 🔥

exactly what it says on the tin

J.marston

Coming soon..!

J.escuella

Fingers 🔥

You love Javier's fingers a little too much

Save a horse ride a cowboy 🔥

Helping your boyfriend after a long day

C.oliveira

If needs must 1 2 🔥

A mission gone sideways when you come in contact with a strange plant

Thrills and fingers 🔥

You got to do more than dancing with Carlos at the club

L.kennedy

Kisses 🔥 🪻

Leon can't get enough of his lips on you

An eventful reunion 🔥🪻

After a long mission, you like to greet Leon in the best way possible

Happy new year 🔥

You celebrate new year with leon

The comfort you bring 🪻🔥

After a hard day, Leon gives you what you need

C.redfield

Coming soon..!

[mossyivy]

Resident Evil

Pink = Request

Carlos Oliveira

[N/A]

Chris Redfield

[N/A]

Jill Valentine

[N/A]

Leon S. Kennedy

💋 | Dad Bods are Hot

🐕‍🦺 | Service Hybrid Leon

💉 | Hunting to Infect

🇫🇷 | Running in the City of Lights

📷 | The Camera Loves You

🎨 | He's Your Muse

💃 | Saloon Dancer

🐎 | Horseback Riding in the Countryside

🐱 | Sheriff Kitty Leon

🗡️ | Protector of a Princess

🐑 | Boutique Owner x Cowboy Leon

🤬 | Shitty Boyfriend

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 | White Pickett Fences

🩰 | Ballet Shoes and Bulletproof Vests

🦢 | The Beauty of the Lake

🐴 | Horse Girl x Cowboy Leon

💡 | Taking Care of a Lamp Addict

✍🏻 | Practicing Tattoo Artist

[cowboyism]

HELLO!!!! just a reminder that i have a ko-fi and if you've enjoyed my fics (or just like me) then you can always support me there!

please do dm me if you do contribute anything, and if you would like me to write something special for you we can always have a little chat and i can see what i can do!

here are some links to my fics if you just want to read them by themselves btw (more below the cut):

the passenger (2023) - randy/benson:

loves me like a dog - 146,840 words like a tongue in my eardrum - 5,017 words

saw franchise - mark hoffman/peter strahm:

hands too shaky to hold - 12,161 words just a man (just a little boy) - 140,741 words my god's coming any minute (cowboy au) - 30,225 words

house md - house/wilson

it's too dangerous out there to walk - 22,585 words

stranger things - steddie

the tower - 56,831 words

resident evil - chris redfield/leon kennedy

is now done - 3,433 words home again, then - 6,926 words body from the balcony - 36,807 words

[densnake]

Hello hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request Chris Redfield x Male reader who is kinda like Arthur Morgan from rdr2 like he has that whole cowboy/gunslinger thing going for him and is always wearing a cowboy hat

Chris Redfield With A Cowboy-Esque Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil

Character(s): Chris Redfield

CW: None!

Reader Type: Male/Masc

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You certainly have your own unique look to you. Your style is something that people notice pretty quickly as it stands out compared to the basic casual of the time. And that hat you wear around? It definitely has been the subject of some compliments and conversations.

To put it short you are already an intriguing figure immediately just by the way you present yourself. It isn't everyday you get to see a gunslinger around!

Of course, Chris likes the way you dress even if he wouldn't be one to wear it himself. Besides he finds some amusement in the contrast between you two side by side as you're an unlikely pair of aesthetics.

Chris makes sure to let you know that he likes it too and he'll often compliment you and just generally let you know that he appreciates you.

He's definitely curious of what got you into this fashion and he will ask about it. He would love to learn about it further if you'd be willing to share it with him.

You're important to him so as long as you're enjoying yourself he has no complaints about any rambles you might have.

He likes watching you put together your outfits and the thought you put into them.

Chris has tried on your hat out of pure curiosity. It was out of place on him however he liked it.

If you try to get him dressed up in your clothes it'll take a moment to actually get him into the idea however it'll be worth getting to see cowboy Chris.

Though he'll let you dress him up he won't go out in public with your clothes on. With his job he's expected to dress and look a certain way in public an this style simply doesn't fit that style.

Regardless he'll do it for you in private.

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That’s All! Thank You For Reading!

[pissgod-639]

THE URGE TO PUKE ALL MY INTERESTS RN

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[sarahsmi13s]

|| week 6 poll! ||

hey guys! i'm back once again with another poll!

since it's been a hot minute since the last board went up (march 1st -- i'm so so sorry) i'm going to go ahead and post Werewolf!Evan Buckley this Friday, March 22nd. just to get things rolling a little quicker!

so as a note for this poll, if cowboy!eddie or cowboy!buck wins this poll, the other will go up the next week! again, just to get this moodboard vault emptied a little quicker!

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

3000 Follower Celebration Masterlist!

Prompts can be found here!

Green Eyes and Red Hot Blood

Bruce Banner, prompt 8

Belonging

Rick Grimes, prompt 15+24, Mafia AU

Always Just One More

Thor, prompt 5+24

When Can We Start?

Eddie Munson, prompt 18+19

Going Stupid

Peter Parker, prompt 2+16, roommate AU

He Fell Harder

Dean Winchester, prompt 15+20+21

Watching

Bruce Banner, prompt 8+9

It Got Worse

Clark Kent, prompt 15

Small Town Summer Days

Billy Hargrove, prompt 15

Mistaken Destiny

Hannibal Lecter, prompt 15

Youtube Conspiracy Videos

Hannibal Lecter, prompt 7

Build Our Nest

Sam Wilson, prompt 19

Put Some Clothes On You Slut

Arthur Curry, prompt 2

Merc With A Mouth

Deadpool, prompt 20

Let's Pretend It's Sunday

Eggsy Unwin, prompt 17

Keep Going

Arthur Curry, prompt 6

Cowboy Hat Rule

Rick Grimes, prompt 9+25

The Way It Will Be

Bruce Banner, prompt 19

Give Him A Chance

Peter Parker+Matt Murdock, prompt 9+16+17

You're My To-Do List

Clark Kent, prompt 20

Moon and The Stars

Moon boys, prompt 23

The Cleansing Rain

Sam Wilson, prompt 10+12

Dear Professor

Moon Knight, prompt 9+24

Save A Cowboy?

Thor, prompt 25

Lost And Found

Charles Xavier, prompt 3+10

Leave It At The Door

Emily Prentiss, prompt 11

On Fire

Johnny Storm, prompt 9+18

Meant To Be

Sam Wilson, prompt 19+24, A/B/O Au

Musketeer And The Cowboy

Pietro Maximoff, prompt 25

Thankful For The Little Things

Chris Redfield, prompt 4+5+17

[tilmyworldfadesaway]

MALE CHARACTER LIST

2D & 3D

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko

Banana Fish

Ash Lynx

Yue-Lung Lee

BLEACH

Byakuya Kuchiki

Ichigo Kurosaki

Renji Abarai

Ulquiorra Cifer

Uryū Ishida

Bungō Stray Dogs

Chūya Nakahara

Castlevania

Alucard

Chainsaw Man

Aki Hayakawa

Cobra Kai

Robby Keene

Code Geass

Lelouch vi Britannia

Suzaku Kururugi

Cowboy Bebop

Spike Spiegel

D.Gray-man

Alllen Walker

Yū Kanda

DC Comics

Albert Rothstein

Barry Allen

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Dick Grayson

Death Note

L Lawliet

Light Yagami

Detroit: Become Human

Markus

Devilman Crybaby

Ryo Asuka

Devil May Cry

Dante

Nero

V

Vergil

Diabolik Lovers

Shū Sakamaki

Dororo

Hyakkimaru

Double Decker! Doug & Kirill

Kirill Vrubel

Dr. Stone

Gen Asagiri

Ukyo Saionji

Dragon Ball

Androide 17

Trunks

Zamas

DRAMAtical Murder

Aoba Seragaki

Koujaku

Durarara!!

Izaya Orihara

Ennead

Seth

Euphoria

Nate Jacobs

Fairy Tail

Zeref

Fate

Arjuna

Cú Chulainn

Enkidu

Fujimaru Ritsuka

Gilgamesh

Karna

Ozymandias

Final Fantasy

Cloud Strife

Free!

Haruka Nanase

Ikuya Kirishima

Rin Matsuoka

Fullmetal Alchemist

Edward Elric

Envy

Roy Mustang

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Grey's Anatomy

Derek Shepherd

Jackson Avery

Mark Sloan

Haikyuu!!

Atsumu Miya

Shōyō Hinata

Tobio Kageyama

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco Malfoy

Gellert Grindelwald

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Heaven Official's Blessing

Hua Cheng

Xie Lian

Howl's Moving Castle

Howl

Hunter x Hunter

Chrollo Lucilfer

Hisoka Morow

Illumi Zoldyck

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

InuYasha

Bankotsu

Inuyasha

Kōga

Sesshōmaru

Jujutsu Kaisen

Mahito

Megumi Fushiguro

Satoru Gojō

Yūji Itadori

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Giyū Tomioka

League of Legends

Ekko

Ezreal

Kayn

Lucian

Rakan

Viego

Yone

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Judal

MARVEL

Billy Russo

Loki Laufeyson

Miles Morales

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Metal Gear Solid

Big Boss

Raiden

Solid Snake

Venom Snake

Mo Dao Zu Shi

Jiang Cheng

Jin GuangYao

Jin ZiXuan

Lan WangJi

Wei WuXian

Xue Yang

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugō

Shōto Todoroki

Tōya Todoroki

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED/Destiny

Athrun Zala

Shinn Asuka

Naruto/Boruto

Boruto Uzumaki

Kawaki

Mitsuki

Naruto Uzumaki

Neji Hyūga

Sasuke Uchiha

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Shinji Ikari

Kaworu Nagisa

Noragami

Yato

One Piece

Sabo

Trafalgar D. Law

Zoro Roronoa

One Punch-Man

Speed-o'-Sound Sonic

Owari no Seraph

Mikaela Hyakuya

Ranma ½

Ranma Saotome

Ryōga Hibiki

Resident Evil

Albert Wesker

Chris Redfield

Jake Muller

Leon S. Kennedy

Rurouni Kenshin

Enishi Yukishiro

Kenshin Himura

Shinomori Aoshi

Sōjirō Seta

Shaman King

Hao Asakura

Shingeki no Kyojin

Eren Jaeger

Levi Ackerman

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Kylo Ren

Tenjō Tenge

Shin Natsume

Mitsuomi Takayanagi

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Liu Qingge

Luo Binghe

Shen Qingqiu

The King of Fighters

Kyo Kusanagi

Iori Yagami

Terry Bogard

Rock Howard

The Legend of Zelda

Link (TP, SS, BOTW-TOTK)

The Lord of the Rings

Arondir

Legolas

Sauron

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Negan

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia

Tokyo Ghoul

Ken Kaneki

Kuki Urie

Tokyo Revengers

Hajime Kokonoi

Izana Kurokawa

Kakuchou Hitto

Kazutora Hanemiya

Keisuke Baji

Ken Ryūguji

Ryusei Satō

Taijū Shiba

Wolfs Rain

Kiba

Yū Yū Hakusho

Hiei

Yōko Kurama

Yūsuke Urameshi

Yuri on Ice

Yuri Plisetsky

Viktor Nikiforov

Faceclaims asiáticos para diversas tramas

G-Dragon

Jackson Wang

Kim JongIn

Song Kang

Tae Min Lee

[saintsofwarding]

EMBRYO

Chapter 13: I Wanna be a Cowboy, Baby

When Rose was ten, after the pony incident had faded to something of a nostalgic memory, Heisenberg had looked at the little girl, wan and pale and noodle-armed, and said, without warning, "Hey. Wanna beat each other up?"

"...What?" Rose had looked up from the book she was only half-reading. Heisenberg was bent over the table, cigar in his teeth, glasses pushed down his nose, working without cease on a snarl of engine parts, cables, and wiring. Tools levitated around him; he'd just pluck one from midair whenever he needed it.

"Kids at school call you weird," he said. "Push you around. I know. You don't tell me about it but I've seen the bruises. I know you don't want to use your freaky tentacles on 'em. Still. That shit doesn't slide with me."

"I'm fine," Rose had protested, but Heisenberg had held up a grease-stained hand, cutting off her next words.

"If you don't stop those little bastards," he said, with a tell-tale growl in his voice to match his ferine grin, "I'm gonna have to. And I'm not gonna be as nice to 'em as you will."

The very real threat of Heisenberg murdering her elementary school bullies had been enough to prompt Rose to accept his offer of combat training. As it turned out, 'combat training' boiled down to 'how to throw a haymaker and survive a hard-core, knock-me-down, blood-in-the-eyes bar fight'. It made sense to Rose, even at the time; he relied on his powers to win every scrap he found himself in, and with good reason.

Still, there was no denying that Heisenberg could throw a mean punch. Hours they spent in the alley behind their grimy inner-city building, Rose nervous at first as he showed her how to hold her wrist, how to keep her thumb outside her fingers so she didn't shatter it- "Not that a broken finger would stop you for long, kid."- but as they repeated the set- punch, knee to the groin or guts, stomp their fuckin' face in- she began demanding more and more, longer and longer, until her muscles ached and her hands hurt and at last she got it right.

Sweaty, hair sticking to her face even in the cool autumn air, she grinned up at Heisenberg and got her hair ruffled in response.

"Good job, Rosie," he'd told her, and flung his arm over her shoulder, hugging her to his side. "Hey, you wanna go eat junk food 'til we puke?"

The kids at school didn't bother her anymore, and didn't squeal on her; maybe getting decked by a wispy little blonde kid they considered humiliation enough.

I've fought worse than you, Rose had thought, remembering a forest howling with snow, the snarls of lycans deep between the trees. The glimmer of their eyes. But she'd never fought people before, ones who could look back at her in fear.

Now, her arms folded over her stomach, her heartbeat ticking the seconds by, she knew she was right back in it again.

"This is the plan," Chris Redfield said. "And I'm only gonna say it once, so all of you, pay attention."

A roomful of BSAA commandos- the entire combatant task force within the temporary facility- stretched before him. They stared at him, at Rose, eyes full of suspicion or resolve. Each one of these people, Rose knew, was prepared to fill her with bullets the second she did something weird. Each one of these people had trained for years to fight creatures like her.

Still, some of the suspicion was aimed at Redfield. She'd seen the kind of man he was from Heisenberg's memories- the golden boy of the people, the soldier who'd stared demons in the face time and time again and come out on top. What had changed now?

Rose shifted in the new and much more practical black pants and jacket Chris had unearthed for her to wear. She had the uncomfortable feeling this treatment had something to do with not only his failure at the village, but his failure afterward, as well. Losing both her and one of Miranda's top ex-enforcers in one fell swoop...maybe it had knocked him down a few notches in the eyes of the organization he worked for.

"I've spoken to HQ," Chris went on. "Because Rosemary here has given me the information I need for me and the Hound Wolf Squad to root out Ouroboros and take them down. It might simply be one head on the hydra, but destroying their Embryo deployment facility here in Regent City will send them a message they can't ignore. Maybe next time, they'll think twice about sending their monsters into the path of civilians."

"You got more info on this plan, Redfield? Or are you all just talk?" called a voice from the crowd.

"Backup from HQ will be here within the hour," Chris went on, ignoring whoever had spoken. Rose tightened her arms around herself, trying not to fidget, chew the skin on her lips, look suspicious. Behind her, between Chris and the door to the room, the Hound Wolf Squad stood at the ready- casual, but Rose sensed their tension. They'd spring into action, a seamless unit, at Chris's command. "Plenty of time to get to the Embryos and blow them to hell. From there, it's cleanup, and we can all go home."

"And why's she not in the cage with the other bioweapon?" asked a woman to the left of the room with a massive burn-scar down the side of her face. She gestured at Rose.

"That's the thing," Chris said.

He glanced at Rose- a tiny, quick dart of the eyes.

A signal.

You ready?

Rose gave a little nod in return.

Sure. We'll go with that.

"Miss Winters will explain the rest," Chris said, and stepped back.

"Sorry, guys," Rose said, and flung out her arms.

Mold exploded from the walls, the floor, from her; it fed and thrived in this dark, dank place, multiplying on itself into a startling mass of writhing blackness. The BSAA commandos burst into movement, orders shouted, curses aimed at the mold, at her, at Chris ushering the Hound Wolf Squad back through the door.

"You got this?" he called to Rose.

"Yeah!" A vast mold-tentacle wound together with another, smaller tentacles weaving between them to form a thick, impenetrable webbing, like she'd done to tie up Sam, like she'd done to block the window at the hospital. "Go get him out! Now!"

More mold sprayed forth, the webbing thickening even as the soldiers hacked at it with combat knives; gunfire rattled from within, followed by a yelp of pain.

"Don't shoot!" Rose yelled. "The bullets'll ricochet back at you!" Her hands splayed, her eyes half-lidded, she sensed the shape of her mold-cage- a rough sphere containing the roomful of people, enclosing them on all sides. Moving her hands, she guided mold tendrils to places that needed reinforcement and snaked them around the limbs of commandos that seemed particularly good at hacking into the tough, oily stuff, immobilizing them.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, I know this is weird, she thought as she hoisted them into the air, suspending them like trapeze artists from ropes of mold. At last she was done. She lowered her hands, stepping back from the massive sphere of mold that had grown within the room in minutes. She still heard yelling from within, the chop of weapons against the barrier.

Shit. She needed to scare them into stopping, give her and Chris some extra time.

"Don't try and escape!" she yelled, after a beat. "I've seeded the air with toxic mold spores. They're dormant now, but the second you breach the cage I'll know, and I'll cause them to blossom in your lungs and turn you into my slaves...or worse!"

Eveline's laugh echoed in her mind. She shoved it away. I'm not actually gonna freaking do that, you psycho, she told herself, but another part of her wondered if she could.

If she had to, would she enslave someone to her command, like Eveline, like Miranda?

She'd once shut down Heisenberg's ferrokinesis to keep him from killing a town full of people, had only restored it when she'd deemed him stable enough to use it again. Sure, that had been a necessary decision in the moment, but actually making him do things, controlling him like a puppet, was only one or two steps further along that same path.

She gave her head a little shake. One of the commandos had dropped their gun in the initial chaos, a mean-looking black pistol. Rose scooped it up without thinking and shoved it through her belt, then spun on her heel and dashed from the room, after Chris and the Squad.

Chaos met her down the hallways. An alarm blared, a shrill klaxon from corroded warehouse speakers. The non-combatant BSAA operatives who'd accompanied Chris here scurried from her as she ran down the corridors, trying to remember which way had led to Heisenberg's containment cell. All these damn hallways looked the same.

"Where are the guards? Where the hell are all the guards?" one guy was yelling into a radio. Rose came up behind him and slammed her knee into his back, knocking him into a wall. She cracked her boot down on the radio, smashing it to pieces, then spun him around to face her.

"They're a little tied up at the moment," she said. "I'm lost. Where's the metal man?"

"You...you can't intimidate me..."

I don't have time for this, Rose thought. She got out her new gun and pressed it to the dude's eyeball. "Wanna bet?"

He pointed the way.

As she raced down the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time, she felt a rippling impactfrom beneath her, a blast that rained chips of concrete from the ceiling and made the lights flicker like a haunted house's.

That sounded like a really thick sheet of glass going boom. She'd better hurry.

"You!"

The voice echoed to her. She looked down as a man in black body armor charged from the shadows. Before he slid his mask over his eyes she recognized him- the guy who'd challenged Chris earlier, who'd accused him of having a death wish.

"Knew Redfield had gone soft," he yelled, leaping up the steps as Rose stumbled back, fumbling for her pistol. "Too long in the business, huh?"

He drew and fired as Rose wrangled her gun from her side; white agony tore through her hand as it burst like rotten fruit, a shower of blood glistening in the muzzle flash. She screamed; her pistol spiraled over the railing, her mangled hair hanging off her wrist.

As the guy closed the distance between them he unsheathed a massive hooked combat knife from his side.

"You're not a zombie," he went on, "but I figure taking off the head'll do the trick anyway."

He lashed out. Rose barely dodged his swing. His second sparked off the railing, gashing her cheek on its way past; she felt the cold of the cut before she felt the slip of blood down her face.

She jerked out of the way as he spun, stumbling backward down the stairs as he geared up to charge.

"You might look like Winters' kid, but I know a mutant when I see one." He flipped the knife from hand to hand; Rose concentrated, trying to gather her thoughts enough to summon her mold, but her brain was a scrabble of terror and pain, the flesh of her mangled hand twitching, trying to stick itself back together. Come on. The power is a part of you. It's a part of you. "You aren't anything anymore, just like he was at the end. You'll die just like he did."

He lunged; the knife glittered, raised to gash down into her neck; Rose did the only thing her desperate brain could think of, the only thing she could do. She slammed her good hand over his helmet visor and sent the mold right in.

Tentacles tore from her hand, winding under the helmet and into every available orifice. Eyes, mouth, nose; his muffled cry of horror bit off as they filled his airways. Rose sent her awareness into his head; cold enclosed her mind, echoing, shifting darkness, the gibber of thoughts, the pulse of a heart that wasn't hers- let me go let me go let me go-

Quiet.

He went limp. Rose tore her hand backward, mold tentacles retracting, as the BSAA soldier tipped backward, collapsing in a heap to the stairs. Breathing hard, Rose stared. His face beneath the helmet was blackened and slimy, dark blood oozing from his nose and eyes, as if he'd already begun to rot. Her head felt stuffed with wool, all sound muffled.

He was dead.

She'd killed him.

Was she gonna be sick?

No. No. She couldn't be. She couldn't stop now. As she turned, preparing to go on, the corpse began to liquefy and collapse in on itself. Within seconds he was a puddle of black goo that quickly crystallized, becoming nothing more than dust.

The door was still a level below- but that wasn't an issue, was it? Before she could overthink it, Rose swung her legs over the handrail and leaped. Her heart jolted- then her feet slammed to concrete. She sprang upright and pushed through the door, into the hall beyond.

Smoke billowed over her as she shouldered through doors busted off their hinges and into the containment room. She almost tripped over the bodies at the door. The guards, she realized, out cold. Her eyes watered as she squinted through the smoke, toward the mass of smashed glass and off-kilter floodlights pointing off at crazy angles.

The containment cell had been blasted open, a ring of charred floor spreading from what looked like the initial explosion point.

"Chris?" she called.

Someone grabbed her shoulder; she whirled with a scream, but it was just one of the Hound Wolf Squad, a fox-faced redhead in a pair of tactical goggles.

She gave Rose a nod. "Made it out?" she asked. "Nice work, hotshot."

Rose managed a small smile. "Thanks."

"How long until they follow?" Chris called.

He had his gun pointed at Heisenberg, who stood in the slew of shattered glass, staring at him with a slight, smug grin on his face.

"What's a-matter?" he asked Chris. "Is Big Bad Redfield scared?"

"You told me you were gonna kill me slow last time we had a nice heart to heart," Chris said, coolly.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I," Heisenberg said. His grin widened. "Lucky for you I've still got this collar on."

"Take it off," Rose told Chris.

He glanced at her. "No way-"

"Take it off or he's not going anywhere," Rose said. "And neither am I. He'll listen to me."

Heisenberg laughed.

"He'll listen," Rose pressed. She put her hand to Chris's massive bicep. "My mold cage won't hold forever, and sooner rather than later we're gonna get overwhelmed. If you ever trusted my dad, trust me now and take the collar off."

Chris's jaw clenched, but he nodded at one of the Squad, who stepped in, unfolding a little toolkit, and got to work on the collar. Heisenberg tipped his head back, maintaining eye contact with Chris, his grin sinking slowly into a slight glitter of bared teeth.

Rose stood, her good hand raised. Come on. Don't let this all come crashing down. She couldn't stop seeing the dead man in the stairwell outside. Please, please, please-

The collar clicked open.

Heisenberg lunged.

With a snarl of laughter he grabbed Chris by the front of his harness and hoisted him into the air- it looked impossible, improbable, but he did it, a wave of pure magnetism sweeping from him, blasting aside all loose metal objects in the room, sending the Hound Wolf Squad stumbling.

"Attack pattern bister!" ordered the Afrikaner.

"This is for invading my fuckin' factory," Heisenberg snarled, his other hand around Chris's throat, his grip tightening with each word. Chris wheezed, fighting Heisenberg's grip. "For those fuckin' horse pills you shot me with. For being a total- fuckin'- asshole-"

"Heisenberg!" Rose commanded. "No!"

He looked at her. She stood with her injured hand raised, with mold writhing from the wound, pulling together shattered bone and cartilage, mangled flesh and strings of muscle, slicking it all down with a wet, sickening crackle.

"You screw this up now and I swear to god I'm gonna kill you," Rose said.

Heisenberg's eyes narrowed. He looked back at Chris.

His grin reappeared, as megawatt as ever.

"Looks like today's your lucky day," he said, and dropped him. Chris stumbled back; he touched his throat. The Hound Wolf Squad, circling them, lowered their weapons.

Heisenberg ambled over to Rose and gently took her injured hand, now almost entirely healed. "Who did this?" he said.

"Someone dead."

"Good," Heisenberg told her. He stroked his thumb over the wound. "'Cause otherwise I would've had to waste more time hunting 'em down and ripping their fuckin' head off."

He looked up. "Now where the hell is my coat?"

***

The outer wall exploded in a blast of rubble and orange flames. Beyond stretched the greenish gloom of a multilevel parking garage.

As Rose and Heisenberg moved in, the Squad hung back.

"Cover us," Chris ordered them. "But don't get overwhelmed. Get the hell out and to safety if it gets rough, you hear me?"

"You got it, Alpha."

Chris fell into step alongside Rose as the Hound Wolf Squad peeled away, vanishing back into the facility.

"We need to get somewhere high up," Rose began. "That way we'll have the best chances of drawing in the Embryo while keeping it away from everyone else."

"Good call. We'll head to the roof. And then-"

"I got it from there," Heisenberg drawled.

Gunfire rattled from behind them, echoing long through the parking garage. Chris's frown deepened, but he just picked up his pace, leading them toward the elevator. Its controls were dark, and when he slammed his fist into them, nothing happened.

"Shit," he muttered. "Someone cut the power. We'll have to take the stairs."

"Seriously?" Heisenberg said.

He clicked his fingers. The elevator doors crashed apart with the squeal of metal on metal. "Age before beauty, Redfield," he said, gesturing in.

Chris got in, which Rose thought was pretty generous of him.

"You're going straight back in your goddamn cage the second this is over," he said.

"Assuming a monster doesn't bite your head off in the meantime."

A brow lifted. "Yeah? That mean you or the Embryo?"

"Heh," Heisenberg said. "We can get creative."

"Can we not?" Rose said loudly.

"'Course. Sorry, sorry." Heisenberg lifted his arms, straining slightly; high above, the sound of grinding echoed down the elevator shaft, and with a hum and a shudder, the elevator lurched into the air far faster than it would have under its own steam. The parking garage shot out of view, and then they were soaring upward, the shaft walls a blur of concrete and work lights outside the elevator's smashed-open doors.

Rose held on, explaining the plan to Heisenberg. When at last the elevator slowed, coming to a halt with another squeal of metal and the smell of burning, she let go and stepped into the rainy darkness beyond.

The rooftop of what looked like a warehouse complex stretched before her, slick with rain, Regent City a blur of light over its edge. She pulled up her jacket hood and followed Heisenberg to the middle of the roof, the two of them watching the skies. She didn't miss the slight hitch in his walk, the way he winced and pressed his hand, briefly, to his chest. She didn't point out the obvious. They both knew he was still hurt.

From below-

Shouts. Commands. The hiss of radio static.

"Dammit," Chris muttered. He drew his sidearm, checked the magazine, reloaded it with deft speed. "We got incoming."

"Come on," Rose whispered. Her nails cut into her palms. If this didn't work, if the Embryo didn't show, if the BSAA backup Chris had called got here before they brought this whole thing down, they'd all three of them be locked up so tight there was no hope of freedom for them.

But if it does-

If they don't-

Maybe Heisenberg sensed what she was thinking, some scrap of connection giving him insight into her head. Maybe he just knew her all too well. He was looking down at her, now, not at the sky. His eyes winked in the light, pupils glimmering an eerie green.

"Almost Halloween," he remarked.

"Uh-huh."

"What you wanna do this year, kid? Carve turnips?"

"Pumpkins."

"Turnips," Heisenberg insisted. "To keep away the evil spirits. So you don't wake up with your wolf-sick mother chewing on your toes."

He had, as well, an unusual grasp on holidays. He'd tried to celebrate things like 'Midwinter Tithe' and 'Wolf-Milk Moon' when she was a child, had decorated for these days with garlic blossoms and candles, black feathers and wreaths of red ribbon. It was one of the few times she'd seen him reverent, and had moaned how she didn't want this, she wanted the same stuff her friends and classmates celebrated.

"Fine," she said now. "Turnips."

"We'll watch something gory. Something real sick and twisted."

"I'll ask the girl at the video store for recommendations."

"Hey," Heisenberg said. "Since this whole Sam thing seems like a bust, maybe you can ask her for her, uh, number, or, uh, whatever it is you kids do."

"Yeah. Sure."

"Sorry about all that, anyway."

"I'm not sure it would work out in the long run."

"Yeah, well." He paused. "Rose."

"Mm-hm."

"Whatever happens-"

"Don't," Rose said, softly. She took his thumb and squeezed it, briefly, like she had when she was a child, her hands too small to hold anything else. "Save it. Okay?"

He nodded.

"Okay, kid," he said, his voice so soft she barely heard it through the rain.

"Here they come!" Chris roared.

The sound of metal breaking, of a command shouted over distance; Chris dived behind the elevator and fired, the crack of his gunfire echoing across the rooftops. Heisenberg shoved Rose out of the way, closer to the edge of the roof. Metal particles whirled into a cyclone around them, glittering in the light pollution.

"Over there-"

"Find and contain the bioweapons! If they attack-"

"Shit! Again?"

A howl echoed through the rain, through the chaos of the gunfight, Chris somehow holding off the entire retinue of BSAA commandos. Pressure swept the roof. Massive wings flashed through the low clouds, underlit by the city lights. Another shriek split Rose's head. Her heart hammered, her adrenaline spiking.

With a look at Heisenberg, she flung herself to her feet. He was at her back; he tore a piece of corrugated metal off the rooftop as the BSAA opened fire. Bullets hailed off the makeshift shield- not as many as their could have been; half the gunfire went toward the skies, keeping the Embryo back. Rose didn't want to keep it back. She leapt onto the railing and stood in the freezing, gusting rain, her arms outstretched, Heisenberg pulling more metal around them, making a bigger and bigger shield, lightning arcing between the plates.

"Come on!" Rose screamed. The Embryo's shriek echoed back to her, as if in answer. "I'm right here! Come and get me!"

It swooped from the clouds without warning: an instant of shadow, and then it was there, wings unfurled, its mouthparts splayed, the muzzle fire illuminating it from within so its translucent matter seemed to glow with ruddy light. Rose dived out of the way, and Heisenberg whirled into her place, jagged metal shards at the ready.

With a snarl he sent them at the Embryo: not to kill it, not even to incapacitate it. They sliced through the blobs of tumorous matter on either side of the thing's neck and bent, forming a kind of collar.

If we kill it, another one will take its place, Rose had told Chris. We've got to stop it at the source. Stop Ouroboros' Embryo program once and for all.

So?

So- we don't know where these monsters are coming from.

She'd given him a hard grin.

But the monsters do.

"Chris!" Rose screamed, turning to scan the gunfight. He was there, hunkered down behind cover, raining fire on the incoming BSAA. "Now!"

"You go! I'll follow you when I get these bastards off your tail."

"Don't die," Rose called.

He saluted her. "You too, Winters."

Heisenberg grabbed the back of her coat, his other hand outstretched, lassoing the Embryo in place with the strength of his power alone. It clawed at its collar, but the metal bit deep into its matter, mutagen and acid raining to the city below.

"Hang on," Heisenberg said, and leaped. Rose yelped; they sailed into empty air, pulled along by his magnetism. With a clang he landed on the Embryo's back, boots adhered to the collar like he had with the tank-plane's wing.

He circled his finger and another piece of metal whirled into a length of cable, rough and barbed. He lashed it to the collar as Rose hung on around his neck, clinging onto him like a baby monkey.

She yelped again as Heisenberg released his control over the Embryo. Its massive wings beat down; the rooftop fell away, beast and Heisenberg and Rose rocketing higher into the sky.

The monster bucked and twisted, trying to throw them off, but Heisenberg kept them stuck tight. He cackled as they soared higher and higher, all the way from his guts, an unbridled sound of pure, maniacal joy.

"Yee-fuckin-haw!" he yelled. "Look at me, Rose! Look at me! I've tamed the beast! I should have done this to Dimitrescu years ago! Ha-HA! Imagine the look on those fool villagers' faces when they saw me riding their dragon countess into the middle of-"

"Yeah, I bet it'd be great, please let me down."

"Oh yeah." He released her. She slid down him and onto the collar. It was just wide enough to kneel on without touching the monster's acidic flesh. The edges of the collar were just beginning to blacken and crumble. She hoped to god they'd have time to find its den before the collar disintegrated entirely.

She'd clamped two pairs of thick handcuffs around her upper arms and ankles when she got dressed in her new clothes, smuggled to her between the T-shirt and pants thanks to Chris. They hummed against her skin as Heisenberg kept his control on them, holding her in place on the Embryo's back.

When she'd explained the plan to him on the elevator, all he'd said was, "We're gonna ride that thing?"

"Yep," she'd said, tensely.

He'd grinned in return. "Sold. Let's fuckin' go."

Sometimes she wanted to bash his head in with a shovel. Other times, though, it was really, really easy to like him.

They careened through the sky. The wind resistance was murder, like ropes pressing her arms to her sides; Rose grit her teeth, mold writhing around her forearms, forming a thick layer over her skin.

She pulled forward and pressed her hands to the back of the Embryo's neck, onto flesh.

See, Rosemary? I knew you could do it.

"Shut up, Eveline," Rose spat, and with a screaming effort, she shoved her mind into the Embryo like a knife into butter.

She'd expected resistance. Monster impulses. Something weird.

She hadn't expected memories.

They washed over her, a flooding, drowning deluge. She lost the edges of her physical body, flung into the depths of her own mind. White-coated scientists, seen through hazy pink liquid. An endless winding maze of white corridors. The movement of waves glimpsed through a porthole. A number, emblazoned on dark metal in white paint. Hands- her hands?- pallid and dark-veined, covered in sensors. The agony and fear as her body sloughed away from itself, as it was torn apart by some mistake in its genetic code, its mutation too violent.

A song, a voice, winding through the memories, stitching them together. A little girl, lost in the dark forest...

A voice, dry and bored and masculine. The girl's DNA is too unstable. She's powerful, but there's not enough cohesion between her original makeup and the new biomatter grafted onto her by the genetic recombination.

A new voice, a woman's voice, strained and desperate. Just...just let us keep working...I know she'll be enough!

The first speaker gave a heavy sigh. An interesting specimen, to be sure, but I think our efforts are better expended elsewhere...

Wait! The second voice again. Wait. I know what we can do. Where I can find you a perfect hybrid. Believe me. You don't know how special he is.

Rose came back into her body with a raw gasp. Her heart pounded.

"Heisenberg," she yelled.

"What!"

"Veer toward the ocean! I know where we can find them!"

The Embryo screeched as he drove the metal spikes deeper, giving it a lash down its left side with the sparking end of the cable. They hung a right, scraps of cloud whipping through Rose's hair as they dropped in altitude. Regent City burst into view, the ocean stretching beyond, the lights from the docks drawn long as candle flames over the water. Rose's stomach lurched as the Embryo's wings angled, bringing them into a steeper descent.

Under her knees, the acid crept up, and up, and up the collar.

They didn't have much time.

"There!" she cried, pointing to one of the long industrial docks that stretched out into the water. "Take us there!"

They landed with more grace than the tank-plane; that wasn't saying much. The Embryo drove down its wings as the last moment, claws screeching on the concrete, bashing past unloaded cargo containers and a row of parked cars before it finally rolled to a halt.

It wasn't done. It shoved upright on its wing-knuckles, snapping its vast jaws.

Its tongue burst from the depths of its mouth. Heisenberg jerked back as it whipped around toward them. A slash of his arm sent a shard of metal through it, severing the tongue at the base. The movement proved too much for the collar. It snapped with a twang; Heisenberg grabbed Rose and bailed. They crashed to the ground as the Embryo whirled, blood and acid spraying from its mouth, and screamed.

Rose squared up to fight, Heisenberg at her side. But something was happening to the Embryo, something weird. There seemed to be something caught in its throat; it made exaggerated hacking movements, like a cat trying to cough up a hairball.

"Now that's messed up," was all Heisenberg, said as the Embryo hacked the- whatever it is- onto the pavement, and Rose saw with dawning horror just how right he was.

[spophiearts]

I listened to too much Orville Peck, okay.....😔😔