#re7 lucas x reader

[bekaroth-reads]

Lucas Baker x Reader- Jealous

[This is an answer to an ask. Tumblr is being a ding-dong, so I had to post it on it's own post.]

There were many things that the world thought were basically impossible. One of them was getting Lucas to leave the Baker’s property. His parents were always thankful when you did finally manage to do so as even though they loved you to bits and loved having you around, they were also very worried about their son’s social skills, friend making skills, manners, dressing habits…

Well, to be honest they were worried about a lot pf things concerning Lucas, but they knew that you were helping him come out of his shell a bit.

Chloe was happy when you got him to leave for once because even though she loved having you around and loved Lucas as much as any siblings could care for each other, the two of them would often fight like cats and dogs. So, it was nice to get a break from him every so often.

To be honest it wasn’t like you both were really out for the night or anything. Jack needed something from the store in town and you had gotten Lucas to go with you. Well, to be honest, you volunteered to run to the store and Marguerite hit him with a rolled up newspaper until he agreed to go along with you.

No matter how many times you tried to tell Lucas that people didn’t hate him, he still had himself convinced that there was always someone who would start something with him. Usually, he would just go quiet because he knew that if he tried to say something he’d say something stupid and start a fight.

Speaking of which, you heard him groan.

“Aw, shit! It’s Jessica!” Luaus grumbled under his breath.

“And, who’s Jessica?” You asked as you looked over to see the woman in question.

“Someone from school.” He answered side-eyed the direction she was standing.

“Lucas, you went to university online. How do you know people from the campus?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know if he had taken the initiative to go to more things on his own.

“Wha? Naw, high school.” He corrected.

You gave him a frustrated look and he gave you a dramatic shrug.

“Lucas that was, like, TEN year ago! You’ve gotta move on man.” You scoffed.

“The hell I do!” He snapped back, trying to stay in a whisper.

“What’d she do? Bully you?”

“Yeah! Every time we had an event in robotics club she would take the orange coke before I could!” He growled.

You rolled your eyes. Though you always wanted to be on Lucas’ side and wanted him to know that, there were also times where you did have to point out when he was being ridiculous.

“Okay, so did you ever think she grabbed the orange because it was also her favorite? And she just got there first while you were probably hunched in the corner like the gargoyle you are.”

“Hey!” He snort as he tried to hold back a laugh while playfully punching your arm.

This seemed to be the thing that got his old classmate to look over, and when she did her face immediately lit up.

“Oh, my gawd! Hiiiiiii!” She almost sang as she started to walk over to the two of you past the end of the row that was blocking her from your view.

When you saw her clearly you got excited as well. “There’s no way!” You exclaimed.

“Wha’th’fuck?!” Lucas hissed to himself as he looked between Jessica and yourself as you gave each other a hug and talk about something too quickly for him to understand.

He finally got back into the loop when Jessica looked over to him and smiled. “I didn’t know you knew Lucas Baker! Hi, Lucas! How’ve you been?”

Lucas grunted, shrugged, and did everything he could not to make eye contact. To make sure that she didn’t have time to process him blowing her off, you jumped back in.

“Yeah! Actually, we’re dating.” You explained as you leaned onto him. Lucas was never good at handling any form of PDA, so he had to quickly pull up his hood to hide his face before she could see how red his face was getting.

Jessica clasped her hands together and squealed like she had just seen the cutest thing in the world. “Aw! I’m glad to hear that! You two seem like you’d be so cute together! How long have you been a thing?”

You snickered a bit at her enthusiasm and replied, “Oh, since about a month or so after you and me ended things.”

When you said that you felt Lucas’ posture change from annoyed to uncomfortable before you could look at him he wrapped an arm around the bottom of your waist as subtly as he could. It wasn’t as subtly as he thought that it was, of course, but he was trying.

“Wow! So that’s been a bit then. You still workin’ on the science stuff, Lucas?” She was still trying to include him as much as she could.

“Sure.” He grumbled. You tapped his foot with yours as a warning to behave.

“Yeah, he’s helping his dad with things here and there around their place while he’s looking for a more permanent thing. You know, fixing the equipment and all that.” You answered for him.

“That sounds perfect for him! I’m sure he’ll get a great job soon. He was also so smart!” There wasn’t a lick of sarcasm in her voice, but it seemed Lucas thought otherwise.

“Gonna go finish stuff.” He grumbled before taking the cart and walking away without so much as another look at Jessica.

You groaned and offered an apologetic, “I am so sorry about that.”

“Don’t you worry about it!” She laughed off the situation quickly. “Lucas was always the quiet sort. I think that’s the most words I’ve ever heard from him.”

Her phone started to buzz in her pocket. “Oh, better take that. But, hey! It was nice to see you! Let’s get in touch again sometime!”

“Sure thing. Bye!” You waved as you went to go find where Lucas had sulked off to.

The rest of the time in the store and all the way to the car Lucas there wasn’t a single peep from Lucas, which was odd. For as quiet as he could be with other people, he usually talked your ear off. About five minutes into the trip back to the Bakers’ place, you heard him snark from where he was leaning his head on the passenger-side window, “He was always sooooo smart,” in a mock of Jessica’s voice.

“Lucas Baker,” you scold, but gently.

“What?” He asked like he was getting called out for something he didn’t do, his voice still laced with a sour tone.

You sighed and turned down a side road. This made Lucas perk up a little, and look over at you confused.

“This ain’t the way back to the house. ‘S jus a dead end.”

“Yeah, and we’re going to sit here until you tell me what your problem is.” You said as you cut the engine. “It’s something to do with Jessica, isn’t it?”

The snort that he gave in response let you know you were right on the money. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. School was ten years ago ‘r somethin’. I can get over sharin’ some snacks.” He dismissed the subject quickly, hoping that you would leave it at that.

You put your hand on his. “That’s not what I’m taking about. I’ve told you that I moved to the area a few years back because of someone I was dating at the time.”

“Yup, and when ya broke up it was on good terms, so ya stayed roommates for awhile ‘til ya got yer own place.” He finished the story, his drawl getting thicker with every second- a sure sign that he was agitated.

“How was I supposed to know it was someone you knew? I would have told you if I knew. And, absolutely if I knew that it would bother you so much.” You kept your hand on his. While you wanted to be sure that he knew you were being sincere, you were keeping in mind that he struggled with these sorts of emotions. There was little to no chance he’d be able to look at you during this conversation; he went back to looking out the car window pretty quickly.

“It ain’t that!” His voice started to raise, but he caught himself. “It’s jus that, she was always so damn cheery, an’ knew how ta talk ta people, an’ ya looked so happy when you’er talkin’ to her.” He kept rambling, and while you were trying to keep listening, you were certain what the problem was.

“Lucas.” You cooed as you unbuckled your seat belt and leaned over to rest your hand on the side of his face to get his attention. “I love you.”

Lucas snorted again and tried to wiggle away from you. “Aw, don’t get all sappy on me!” He rolled his eyes and moved your hand away, you were quick to counter it.

“I mean it. And, I can’t think of a thing that will change that.”

All he did after you said this was turn and look at you with an unreadable look on his face. After a minute of him staring and you trying to figure out what he was thinking, he unbuckled his seatbelt, slid his seat back, and leaned it a bit just enough so that he wasn’t completely sitting straight. You had thought he was going to act like he was taking a nap to ignore you, but then he gave you an expectant look and instructed, “Well, get over here.”

Even in the cramped space of the car it wasn’t difficult to get next to him over on his seat because he was so skinny that he never really took up much room. Lucas wrapped an arm around you and rolled you over so you were leaning on him even more than you already were. There wasn’t anything said between the two of you for a while. Things were as still as Lucas could stand to be; even then all he would do was fidget for a few moments until he was comfortable again.

“This is nice.” You sighed. Lucas hummed in agreement.

“We should do this more often.” And, once again Lucas agreed.

There was another little spell of quiet and his hold on you tightened.

“Sorry ‘bout bein’ a bastard. I know you’d never leave me.” You were surprised that he was the one to verbally say what the problem was. But, more importantly, you were glad the feeling seemed to have passed.

Lucas snorted out a short laugh, “To be honest, I was expectin’ you to be a smart ass about this whole thing."

You smiled. It was sweet... Too sweet. Lucas went on high alert. His suspicion was confirmed when you moved to grab something from one of the smaller bags from the store that you had sat in the backseat.

"Christ! Yer fuckin' knees!" He gave a melodramatic whine when they pressed into his legs as you tried to reach the bag you were looking for.

"This is for you." You teased in a sing-song as you handed him an orange soda that you had sneaked into the order when he wasn't looking.

Lucas' jaw slacker slightly at the joke. He shook it off and got a dangerously playful grin as he took the drink, put it in the cupholder, and in a blink of an eye had you pinned under him on the seat.

"Damn straight, it is!" He bragged triumphantly. "An', so is this pretty, lil' thing right 'ere." He chuckle and kissed you.

[weskerssunglasses]

Hi! This might be an odd request but could you write nicholai and Lucas (re7) dating a dimitrescu! Daughter reader? (She doesnt hate men, is actually a big Man enjoyer) and like despite her scary looks and blood draining shes actually like really cuddly and actually nice? (I can see nicholai having the time of his life cuz hes dating a rich girl :3c)

Thank u in advance! Take ur time

Rating: SFW

TWs: N/A

Notes: I focused mostly on their dynamic with your family

Nikolai

He wants combat data on your mother and sisters to sell 💀

He talks a big game to you about how he's not afraid of your mother, and... he actually isn't

He's faced far scarier in his line of work, so while you expect him to freak out, he's just chilling every time he's around her

Also, he has (relative) faith your mother and sisters wouldn't hurt him for your sake... He's probably right

Your sisters annoy the hell out of him though

They fawn over him in a mocking way like they did with Ethan (minus the murderous intent)

They like to prod specifically at his age, especially if you're significantly younger

"So what was the great depression like?" "I will open that fucking window, Bella, so help me-"

He loves that your family is wealthy, and puts up with your mother and sisters' insults for it

He finds out that you live in a literal castle and he gets heart eyes basically

Your mother makes aggressive comments about how he's never seeing a dime of it but he has more money than he could ever know what to do with, so he just shrugs it off. It's not like he needs it

However, if you ever did want to sell the castle...

Anyways, your sisters treat him like he's an older brother they need to irritate, and your mother treats him like she treats Heisenberg. So, violent and disgusted, but restrained enough to not actually hurt him

Lucas

He scares your family 💀

He's never beating the unsettling and off putting allegations

I feel like him and your sisters have like. Unsettling battles

Like you sisters try to unnerve him with some story about how they were made, or the town in general, and he hits them with the "My dad cut my hand off once :D" or "I locked a kid in my attic and left him to starve :)"

Your sisters pull you aside and are like "are you safe??" as if there's not corpses in the cellar

Your mother is horrified you brought this absolute rat of a man home. Like she has this beautiful, refined, historic castle filled with only the finest of items, and you're bringing in this bat-shit insane hick from the middle of nowhere in Louisiana

"I don't even know what to do with this- this stray dog you've brought home-"

She's so distracted by his general lack of decorum that she's momentarily too distracted to be pissed about his general presence in your life

"Boots off before you step on the rugs!"

I feel like he would get along great with Heisenberg because he's so into engineering, which doesn't help his case in your mother's eyes

Similarly to Nikolai though, your sisters and mother won't kill him for your sake- they have (begrudgingly) accepted that you love him

(Your mother may spray him with a hose, though...)

[koenig-my-beloved]

Lucas Baker x Reader (sfw)

The moment the thunderbolt came crashing down you sprung out of bed and shakily ran down the stairs towards the kitchen. You couldn’t even care about the fact you only wore your underwear and a shirt that Lucas gave you the previous day. As soon as you entered you saw Lucas sitting at the dining table scrolling through his phone. “Luci” you exclaimed trying to get his attention. His head shot up looking you up and down before quickly putting his phone aside, bringing you in a warm embrace. He noticed something must have been wrong for you to be so caught up in fear “Shh baby.. it’s alright.. I’m here” he whispered holding you close while his fingers stayed on your waist, his thumbs rubbing up and down in a calming motion. Standing on your tiptoes you wrapped your arms around his neck. Eyes closed completely melting into his embrace. His hands slowly traveled down, now tracing your laced underwear before his hands slide underneath your shirt back to your waist slightly pulling you off him. “Luci..?” You whispered wanting him to hold you longer. “Shhh..” he hushed you before pulling you off him only to give you a little forehead kiss. “All good now?” He asked in a whisper. You nod hesitantly aiming for another hug. This time you wrap your arms around his lanky waist, the perfect opportunity for him to put his head on top of yours.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Because you asked: General romance headcanons for Lucas Baker (Re7)? Like, what do you think it would be like to be with him? Pre-mold and/or post-mould.

Ah-ha perfect!!!

Headcanon/Preference # 26

Picture & gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

| Pre-mold |

• You guys went to school together, and you'd known eachother since the third grade.

• Although you guys didn't start talking until fifth grade, when you stood up for him against the new kid, who was a total asshole.

• He honestly fell in love with you in that moment, and for years he'd follow you everywhere like a puppy.

• Your friends weren't cool with it, calling him cruel names and such. Eventually you cut ties with all of them, coming to realize just how shitty they all were.

• Lucas asked you to be his date to homecoming, and he was practically shaking with nervousness the entire time.

• You both shared your first kiss that night, and you've been together since. Highschool sweethearts!

• Lucas didn't bring you around to his home to meet his folks for a loooong time. He wanted to keep you all to himself like the greedy guy he is.

• Eventually you convinced him to take you over for Christmas. He was extremely nervous just like at homecoming.

• He seriously had nothing to worry about. His parents adore you, and while Zoe was astonished you are dating her brother, she likes you a lot.

• Lucas plans on purposing to you within the next year or so after that. He already fantasizes about spending the rest of his life with you, but now he really wants to commit to you.

• Lucas has a habit of being jealous, of anyone that he might consider a threat to your relationship. (I.e. anyone with a pulse)

• He also has a habit of lying, but it's only ever about little stuff. It's just something he's done practically his whole life, and it's a hard habit to break.

• He'll either get super clingy when he's upset, or isolate himself with his projects. You never know which it's gonna be.

• He also has a hard time forgiving people, but you can earn his forgiveness much easier than most.

• Lucas is a dedicated and loving boyfriend, but he isn't perfect, he has his flaws, but he loves you.

• You're literally his soulmate, his one and only, his everything. And you can honestly say he is yours as well.

• Y'all are each others first time for just about everything in a relationship.

• Lucas buys matching promise rings for you both, his parents thought it was really sweet.

• It took a lot of convincing to get Lucas to come to your house to meet your folks. He was so worried they wouldn't approve of him.

• Jokes on him though because they loved him, he makes you happy and he's good to you, and that's all your family wants for you.

• You made matching bracelets for you both, and Lucas playfully joked that it clashed with his style, and acted as if he wouldn't wear it.

• He wears it every day, and refuses to take it off for anything. And he'll flip out on anyone that tries talking shit about it.

| Post-mold |

• You'd been staying with the Bakers when that nasty storm hit.

• Marguerite had been trying to convince you to move in since you and Lucas graduated highschool.

• But everything changed when Jack found that woman and child in the bayou.

• You and Lucas had been cleaning up some of the debris, which Lucas complained about the entire time, much to your amusement.

• Then the yelling started, Jack and Marguerite were hollering incoherently within the house.

• "Go to the bedroom, wait for me there." Lucas instructed you, suddenly very on edge.

• You did as he said, finding the situation rather disconcerting yourself.

• Within ten minutes you could hear Lucas yelling, specifically at his father. "Let go of me old man!" Was all you really caught.

• Worried for him you left the bedroom, trying to find him as you crept quietly through the darkness. It worked for a little while until Marguerite caught you.

• You woke up later that evening tied to one of the dining room chairs. A whole assortment of unusual looking "food" strewn about the table.

• With some luck, and a perfectly timed visitor distracting Jack and Marguerite, You managed to get away from them.

• You crossed paths with Zoe in no time, and though you were leary of eachother at first, you stuck together when you realized you were both normal.

• When you finally found Lucas, you immediately knew something wasn't right. The crazed look in his eyes putting you on edge as he tried to coax you into trusting him.

• He swept you away and kept you hidden from everyone, including the little girl Eveline. He kept you safe, and well looked after.

• Despite his crazed mind, he'd never hurt you.

• You try to convince him to run away with you once, but it only ends with him yelling incoherently about things that don't make sense to you.

• He left you alone for a few days, leaving you scared and lonely.

• When he came back he acted as if nothing had happened, and you did as well, afraid that if you brought it up he'd leave again.

• If you thought he was jealous before, you are in for a terrifying realization, because even if one of the molded touches you, he freaks out and kills it.

• God forbid any survivor crosses paths with you.

• He's possessive and greedy, but he takes good care of you. And isn't forcing Evelines gift onto you.

• Lucas is sometimes surprised by how accepting you seem to be of his nature now. Even after all the horrible things you've seen him do.

• This just confirms to him that you truly are soulmates.

• Now the only question is. Will you accept her gift, and stay with him forever?

*How was that?

[weirdthinkingdragon]

I know it's really late, but yandere Ethan Winters. (He deserves better than Mia even before RE7, fight me.)

RE7Yandere Ethan Winters x reader/you

warnings: a few rather changed canon events, spoilers (kinda re8 spoilers too with one thing?), have a bit of buildup to living with him as yandere, clingy, unwanted touch, obsessive, bit of coercion, delusional behavior, sorta stockholm in a way?

(Before yandere) Ethan who you befriended while Mia was gone and offered to come with. You just had a bad feeling and didn't want him going alone. Somehow he agreed.

Cue you loyally following him and helping him every step of the way. You two watching out for each other and saving each other's asses on way more than just one occasion.

As time passes he slowly starts to feel as if he doesn't love Mia anymore. She still wouldn't tell him anything, and has kept many secrets from him in the past he eventually found out. He's having his doubts of why and how she's here even though she explained it before. The more he thinks of it, the more it feels like another lie. But you haven't lied to him. Kept serious secrets from him even if you were just friends. Even though he's only known you for like two years, you've shared everything with him. You were his rock, his staple to keep everything together when she was gone.

You never see Eveline, but Ethan does and she's not very happy of his slow change of heart. He starts latching onto you, always grabbing your hand whenever you both have to rush somewhere. Or even when it seems to be a minute breather of everything going on. You take it as him just making sure not to split up and lose each other.

That's partially true, but not fully. It's a constant, festering need that rapidly starts to grow in him to always feel you close. Even he himself at the beginning thought that it was worry you both would end up splitting up too. You're the only sane one around him besides Zoe, but she isn't physically around him in this hell. However, he quickly figures out and accepts the truth. He can't tolerate you no longer being around him.

It may be the place itself. It may be him. It may be some sort of fucked up trauma this place is giving him, or even a mix of all three. But none of it matters. Only you do at this point. He never felt as close with Mia as he feels with you now, and no longer even cares for her.

All he wants now is to get out of here with you. But he has no idea what way to get out of this hell, so he'll listen to Zoe until then. He does have a growing resentment for Mia though. Compared to you, he should have seen so many red flags from her in the past. And look now where that's made him and you end up. As a "gift" he's saving several 44 Magnum bullets he plans on using on them. Sure, it might not kill Mia anymore, but it sure as hell will at least slow her down for a while. He also doesn't like how aggressive she is on you compared to him. Sure, none of your limbs have been cut off, you haven't gotten any near-fatal injuries, but it's still bad she's targeted you first every time she comes back.

You two take a short rest break. You lean against his shoulder and end up falling asleep from the now lack of adrenaline rushing through your body.

He lets you. Zoe can wait. Lucas can for sure wait. Mia can definitely wait. It's only you who is important. He also takes the chance and injects you with the serum. You likely don't need it in the first place. He will not have Eveline trying to corrupt you. Try to take you from him. No. One. Can. He won't let them. He'll fight her with his dying breath if he has to as long as you make it out alive.

It eventually comes to a head of Zoe and Mia needing the serum.

Now he's thinking he should have waited until now to inject you to show Mia as a final "fuck you". Oh well. Doing it earlier guaranteed they couldn't swipe it from him if he tried to inject you then.

That's when you think of something. "Wait a minute. Would the serum even work?" The three look at you like you're crazy.

"Why would Eveline give the Baker's family the one thing that could kill her? She's likely not the only thing like her created. Could it be a fake from her knowing Zoe was searching?"

Now Zoe looks at you like you're stupid, while Mia looks like she had a terrifying realization. "That's a very far stretch."

Mia shakes her head, knowing she has to reveal what she's done. "No... It does."

Zoe sighs. "then it must be in the crashed ship they came on."

"the... what ship?" Ethan is trying real hard not to be upset right now. He injected you with a useless serum??

you all decide to get on the boat for now to go to the ship.

Things didn't go as planned as you guys crashed somehow at the ship, and Eveline took Ethan away.

You were wary of her from how many times she previously attacked you, but for now it really seemed she didn't want to. She admitted what she actually was, making you feel really bad for both her and Ethan.

She found the actual serum that will kill Eveline and gave it to you, yelling at Eveline all the while.

Eventually you and Mia find Ethan and work together to pull him out.

She manages to push you and Ethan out the door before closing it. He didn't put up much a resistance, just more confused what she was doing.

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It finally comes to a close when you and Ethan get in the helicopter, and you're relieved to see Mia. Ethan... He's not. Especially after finding out by you he was right. She WAS a part in all the hell Eveline caused, and was even her "handler". That just drastically furthered he doesn't want a thing to do with her anymore.

She took it hard he didn't want to start over with her. Even tried to manipulate him. Since he no longer loved her he could see the signs a mile away, making himself even more angry at his past self for ignoring all of her bad things.

It didn't work. But he did beg you to live with him for at least a while. You were pressured by the Blue Umbrella agreeing with him and wanting to keep a close eye on you two for a while. He was thrilled by his luck of them agreeing.

The clinginess came on FAST. Everywhere you went in the house, or anywhere out of the house, he followed you like a lost puppy. Watching a movie? you better cuddle up to him or he's wrapping his arm around your shoulders to have you lean on him.

The most uncomfortable to you was sharing the same bed, and him cuddling you then as well. You tried to take it again as him just traumatized from the events of before. You know you sure as hell are and still scrub yourself raw every shower remembering the textures of everything. And also feeling bad for him losing Mia. He told you they broke up.

One day out of the blue he started calling you pet names. Hasn't even been a month when he started doing that. You weren't into that type of thing with a friend, and told him to knock it off.

It didn't work. He just became more adamant on it. He wanted to be with you. He absolutely loves you and every single little thing about you.

Now that blew you away. He's gotta be out of his mind. You try to ask Blue Umbrella to move, but they deny. It's as if they don't want you from him either. They don't. They know what he is but thought it would be better not to tell him. They comply to what he wants though to keep him stable. And to run tests on him, which he complies with it that will keep them making you stay with him. He doesn't think that way though.

In some sort of twisted logic in his mind, he doesn't think they're making you stay with him. You just need a little persuasion to realize how you really feel.

It's much more than persuasion though. More like light coercion by the Blue Umbrella. Warnings you'd never get to see your friends or family again did it. Now you can, but Ethan has to be with you, and you absolutely cannot tell them anything of what happened.

You hate to admit it, but as time went on, you started to love Ethan back, craving the constant touches. His constant words of praise, love, adoration, and anything else possible slowly broke your resolve of refusing to love him from it feeling wrong. He almost seemed to worship the floor you walked on, catered everything to you. Spoiled you with everything possible, and with the money given by Umbrella, anything was on affordable range.

You eventually surprise him with a kiss on his lips, sealing your fate together with him further. But hey, at least you're both happy now.

[2dmenenthusiast]

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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Misc Romantic Headcanons with Lucas Baker and Carlos Oliveira

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Lucas really isn’t the kind of guy who likes to ‘hit the town’ every day with you. He much prefers to sit in his room/his barn with you and play video games.

Sometimes, and I mean sometimes, Lucas will let you sit on his lap while he games. he prefers it when he’s using his gaming chair, cause then you have a place to put your legs. Lucas secretly loves it when you do it. You always snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped nicely around his waist. It makes him feel strong and protective.

It takes Lucas a while to get used to any sort of physical affection, regardless of whether it’s public or not. He’s not used to it like at all so when you go to hold his hand or kiss his cheek, don’t feel like he’s shooting you down when he shies away from you. Once your relationship progresses and he grows more comfortable with you, Lucas’ll crave your affection.

He loves it when you run your hands through his hair, even though he doesn’t have very much. Just the feeling of you doing it makes him turn beet red, which never fails to make you giggle. Cue Lucas shoving his face into a pillow so you can’t see him. If a pillow isn’t around, he’ll either hide behind his hands or bury his face in your neck.

Once he gets used to all the affection, he starts giving it back to you as well. Start expecting random kisses throughout the day, hugs from behind, and if you’re lucky, he’ll hold your hand at the grocery store <3. If Lucas is taller than you, he’ll kiss the tippy top of your head as he walks past. If you’re the same height, he’ll kiss your forehead. If you’re taller than him, Lucas’ll carry a step stool with him so he can kiss your nose or forehead easier. Lucas doesn’t give a shit if you’re taller than him, you’re getting forehead kisses, dammit!

You’re doing laundry one day and you find Lucas’s jacket in the dryer, super warm and soft and somehow still smells like him. So you slip it on and zip it up, snuggling into it from how massive it is on you. When Lucas finds you wearing it, he melts into a puddle on the floor from how goddamn adorable you look in his clothes.

Lucas isn’t one for the “falling in love at first sight” trope, but that’s literally what happened the first time he saw you. His parents dragged him out someplace with them; he can’t bother to remember where. After his mom yelled at him for what seemed like the nth time about “put that damn phone away! it’s family time!” when he finally listened and shoved the damn thing in his pocket, he looked up to see you on the other side of the walkway and his entire world literally stops. it took all of his courage to go up and talk to you. He almost chickened out halfway over there. This is the first time Lucas regretted not showering before he left the house 😭 so when you gave him your number/social media handle anyway, he felt a lot less nervous.

Believe it or not, later that day when he texts you, he’s super interesting. not at all a dry texter like you had assumed he’d be.

⤷ Carlos Oliveira

Just like Carlos tells Jill, you love his accent to bits. You could listen to him talk for literal hours and not get bored of it.

He's a pretty social, flirty guy, so he won't leave you alone for more than a few minutes if he's into you and not doing anything work-related at the moment.

This man's like a golden retriever boyfriend before he ever asks you out on a date. Assuming that he works with you, he'll remember your favorite drink and bring you some every day before his shift starts. He'll leave positive post-it notes on the front of your item locker when you're not looking <3

Do not tell Carlos your birthday under any circumstances because he will go all out for it. He buys you so many things you wonder how he hasn't gone bankrupt yet. His reason was that when he was shopping, everything either reminded him of you or it seemed like something you'd enjoy.

Please y'all better get this man a s/o stat

On your first date, he takes you to an aquarium. Why an aquarium? Fish aren't in his top 5 list of favorite things, but watching your face light up at all of them quickly becomes number 1 on the list. Carlos definitely uses it as an excuse to stare at you and hold your hand.

Regardless if you live together after you start dating, Carlos is still gonna text you 'good morning <3' and 'good night <3' texts. He wakes up before you on workdays, so he makes sure your phone is silenced before he texts you good morning. Can't be waking you up at the ass crack of dawn for no good reason.

The further the relationship progresses, the more and more Carlos enjoys just simply being with you. His job with Umbrella takes him all over for god knows how long, so when he gets the opportunity to just veg next to you on the couch and watch tv? Heaven.

If he catches you wearing his work uniform (just the shirt, none of the armor), all family-friendly thoughts get thrown out of the window for the next couple of hours.

Braid Carlos's hair and he'll marry you that instant. Start looking for wedding planners on craigslist 'cause Carlos'll be on one knee proposing right after he runs to the local jewelers.

He will 100% cry at your wedding.

He cries on your anniversaries too. He writes you a long letter about how much he loves, cares, and appreciates you, so when he reads it out loud over dinner he gets a bit teary-eyed.

Eating anything messy with him is an adventure. Ice cream? Smears some over your lips as a cheesy excuse to kiss you. Cake? Expect there to be frosting on the tip of your nose. Bbq? Don't even get me started. He sees the bbq sauce around your mouth when you're eating ribs and he goes more feral than he already is for you.

Please buy this man napkins

Carlos loves to spoon you, don't get me wrong, but he loves to sleep with your head on his chest even more. This way, you get to have your arms around/draped over him too, and he still gets to hold you close. A win-win in his book.

[yourfatherlucifer]

I need more Lucas Baker fanfics! I want a male reader one tbh he’s literally so fine and for what

[multifandomgurl]

if you write for him, could i get a Lucas Baker x gn reader? Maybe reader saves him from getting shot in the cave with the promise that they can keep an eye on him and sorta domestic fluffy shenanigans ensue? ignore if you want, have a good day :]

Hey! So sorry for responding late. The thing is I write for Re7 and Re8 but I don't exactly remember the Re7 plot so I should replay/rewatch it and add this one to my drafts 💜 I won't ignore this, I promise 💫 Thank u so much for your request 🤗

[babeyvenus]

BioAttraction

Chris Redfield x Reader

Ch 2: Ally

TW: blood, gore, language, mentions of death

Summary: Fate has it out for anyone that's fortunate or unfortunate. It doesn't matter, but count your lucky stars that it leads you somewhere special.

Dulvey, Louisiana, Baker House

08:55 pm.

From the reports of Eveline, her outbreak was caused because she supposedly wanted a family. Once she was old enough to realize what she could do with her power, she flipped out and attacked, successfully infecting a family house and the residents inside.

Looking up at the Baker house, Serena sighed. “This place reeks.”, she says, looking through the trees.

She managed to make it to a back door of some sort, passing a weird-like, extinguished bonfire. Walking up to a door, it opened easily. Weirdly enough, she stepped in and snuck around.

The place looked broken, old, torn as if another hurricane came through.

She made it to a hallway where a huge hole in the wall was apparent. As if a bull or an elephant just rammed through it.

A room that seemed to be a living room or dining room was completely trashed and it worried her. Was there someone else here? Who’d they pissed off this bad?

She walked over to a door that had a puzzle-like doorknob. Were these people rich or what? She walked in, silently closing the door, and looked around the room.

It looked big enough to be some sort of theater room. Untouched.

Seeing another figure sneaking around, she pulled out her gun. The figure caught her stance and held up his hands. “Zoe?”

Serena tilted her head in confusion. “Zoe? Are you one of the Bakers?”, she asked him.

The man seemed offended. “Hell no.” He slowly came down the stairs to her right. “I’m Ethan. Ethan Winters. I take it you’re not a part of this psycho family either.”

“Winters… Are you Mia Winters’ husband?”, she asked, lowering her gun. His eyes widened. “You know Mia? Do you know where she is?”

She shook her head. “I was here to rescue her. I didn’t think you’d come here. I respect that.” They both tensed at the sound of heavy footsteps above them, behind a door.

Ethan put a finger on his lips and led Serena to a backroom that seemed to lead to another room. It seemed like a den, somewhat safe.

“So, what do you know?”, she asked Ethan. He sighed. “All I know is that my wife sent me a message, I came here to come get her, she claimed she didn’t send it, attacked me, and apparently I’m “a part of the family”.

Serena looks at him in confusion. “What?”

He shook his head. “It's a long story. All I know is that I’ve been fighting Jack, who’s the husband of this house. No matter what I do, he won’t die. I even ran him over and he put a bullet in his mouth.”

Serena’s eyebrows furrowed as she put another report in her watch. The infection is already too far into the family. They looked around the room. There wasn't a threat in sight.

Moving farther into the house, the ringing of a phone made them jump. Ethan hurriedly answered the phone, speaking to whoever was on the other side.

Finishing the conversation, Ethan hangs up the phone and looks at Serena, “That was Zoe. She’s the Bakers’ daughter. Maybe the only stable one here, considering she’s been technically guiding me since I got here.”

Serena nodded. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“We gotta keep moving. Who knows who else is here.”, Ethan says, leading her through a hallway where they could see a balcony through another door. He led her down a hallway where they paused at the sound of humming.

“The fuck…?”, Serena muttered as the humming got louder once they made it to an old woman in a wheelchair. “This must be the grandmother…”

Ethan scoffed. “I’m not worried about her, though she seems to take off anytime I get into a fight with Jack.”, he says, walking past her. Serena follows but is stopped at the feel of someone gripping her wrist.

Her eyes snapped over to the older woman. Her piercing black eyes stared right back into Serena’s lighter ones.

“What the fuck.”, she grunted, trying to tear her arm away from her.

You’re going to die here.

She heard a childlike giggle. Eveline?

“Hey.”, Ethan’s voice snapped Serena out. She looked at Ethan’s worried face before looking back down at the woman and looked at her own wrist that was now bruised.

I’ll make Daddy kill you. If not, then Mommy will.

Mia's face flashed in her mind, making her shake her head. She called Mia mommy... Then who's...?

“You okay?”, Ethan asked. She nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.” Walking away from the woman, they made it to a small storage room that had a desk.

The atmosphere felt so much lighter in there than it did outside the room. Mellow and safe.

Sitting in the seat while Ethan rummaged through a wardrobe closet, Serena sighed. This night was already taking a toll on her. This was much more difficult by herself rather than sticking with a group. Too late to regret it.

The door opened and her eyes snapped over to Ethan who stood in the doorway. “I’ll go scout around. Stay here just in case.”

She stood up. “What? No, I’m coming with you. That was the whole point of me being here.”

Ethan shook his head. “It's better this way just in case one of them finds you. I assume they don’t know you’re here, so we need to keep it that way.” He was right. She hasn’t seen any of the Bakers, Mia, or Eveline. The older woman in the hallway gave her a weird vibe, though…

She sighed. “Fine. Just…don’t die.”

Ethan gives her a smile. “I’ll be back.”, he says, before leaving. Moments later, Serena doesn’t hear from Ethan and leaves the room and sneaks around, noticing the older woman has left the hallway.

She shook her head and left the hallway, walking on the balcony. Hearing a muttering voice, she crouches into the shadows, seeing a woman with a lantern walking around and whispering angrily to herself.

“Where the hell are you, Ethan?”, Serena muttered before walking back in the house and back into the bigger room which a door in the back seemed to have opened.

Looked like a bad idea to just walk out there, but there was a trailer outside. She left the house and entered the trailer to see Ethan on the phone. His eyes widened before relaxing at the sight of her.

Finishing up his conversation, angrily, he turns to her. “Lucas has them.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Lucas?”

“The son. He has Mia and Zoe. Says he’s got some special activity.”, he says, leaving the trailer.

“Special activity… He sounds like a sadist.”, Serena says.

Ethan chuckles before leading her to another abandoned house. On the bridge of the house, dolls were hung along the bridge and freaked out the duo. “This is ridiculous.”

Pattered footsteps could be heard around the house, making them pause. “Is there someone else we need to watch out for?”, Serena asked. “Yeah, her mom.”, Ethan replies. Mom?

He led her into the broken house and paused at the sound of a gasp.

“Ethan!”

Both Ethan and Serena paused at the sight of a worried Mia, who seemed to be trapped behind a door. She looked sweaty, greasy and smelled like the swamp outside the house.

“Mia…?”

With what little light there was in the house, Serena could make out the woman’s face. Her target.

Her shaky fingers weaved through the gate in the door as she smiled at him. Ethan, on the other hand, wasn’t pleased. “No more bullshit, Mia. I want some answers.”

“I know, I know.”, she whimpered. “And I always wanted to tell you, I just…” Her eyes trailed over to Serena, widening and looking back and forth between her and Ethan. “Who’s she?”

Serena frowned. “I came here to rescue you and take care of an Eveline.” Her eyes fluttered in shock. “BSAA…”

Just before Serena was about to respond, a pair of hands suddenly shot out from the darkness behind her, covering Mia’s mouth and yanked her backward.

A manic-looking man, taller than the three before him, clutched the squirming Mia in his grasp.

“Daddy, right?!”, he exclaimed. “Mind if I borrow Mommy for a little bit?” His eyes glanced over to Serena. “Lookie, here! Soldier girl!”, he giggled.

“Looks like your buddies won’t be saving you!” He cackled before dragging Mia with him.

“HEY!”, Serena yelled, banging on the door. “Fuck! We gotta get her!” Ethan gave her a determined look before nodding at her.

Some time had passed, and in the eventful hours of killing bugs and having to deal with Margariute’s shrill screams, Serena started beating herself up for rushing this.

‘If I hadn’t, though…’, she thought. ‘Ethan probably would’ve died…’

The fight between Margerite’s bugs and her plummet in the hole they climbed out of, a shudder went through their spines once they saw a shadow of a huge crawling body exiting out of another hole.

Standing outside the greenhouse in the backyard, Serena huffed. “I really hate this damn house.”

Ethan nodded, “Me too. Let’s just get it over with. The quicker we kill her, the quicker we can get to Mia and Zoe.”

They snuck around the place, trying to steady their breaths from panic. Serena paused at the sound of scuffling. “Wait.”

Ethan paused and looked at her. “What?”

She looked around. “I heard something.” Ethan looked at her in confusion. “There’s no one here.”

She heard the sound again and looked up. “It came from up there,” She pointed at the floor above them. “Its like-”

They flinched at the sound of a huge crash in the window in front of them. Marguerite had thrown herself through the boarded-up stairwell window, grabbing at Ethan.

Knowing bullets wouldn’t have done anything, Serena took off her gloves and blasted fire at the arachnid woman, making her drop Ethan and scurry backward.

Ethan looked at Serena in shock. “Where was that at this whole time?”

They heard Marguerite growling and groaning, as she sets a wasp nest on a wall. Serena could see a section where her midsection was gory and bubbled, making her gag before shooting fire at the bugs.

“You’re going to set the whole place on fire!”, Ethan yelled swinging his knife at the bugs. “They’re way too huge. Bullets would be a waste of time!”, Serena yelled and dodged a swing from Marguerite.

Ethan ran at Marguerite and shot her with his shotgun.

The loud blasts made it seem like he had her but her cackles could be heard over the roar of the blasts. “I’m gonna kill you! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

Margurite cornered Ethan as he reloaded the shotgun. Both of Serena’s hands heated up in panic. “Ethan!”, she yelled, catching his attention. “Duck!”, she yells before shooting out the biggest blast of fire at Margurite.

She fell to the floor, twitching and squirming on her back like a dying bug. She shriveled into a crusty form and broke apart, leaving her lantern behind. Serena and Ethan both left heavy huffs out of their mouths as they looked at each other in confirmation.

Moving throughout the house once again, they looked for the serum parts and keycards Lucas wanted them to look for.

Reaching a dark room with a TV, Ethan goes to turn on the TV but jumps as it turns on by itself. Lucas’s face appears on the screen.

“Ethan,” Lucas’ voice sang. E-than. Ethan~. Ethan- hold on, hold on, hold on. I got something for you.” He moved off-screen and moved back up into view, waving the D-series head around teasingly. “Looky, looky what I got. You know what this is for? You know what Zoe wants to do with this? She thinks it’s special. No, Ethan, that ain’t special. This… this right here is special.”

He lifted his hand and a pair of pliers. Serena frowned. “Please, don’t.” Ethan covered her eyes.

She could still hear Lucas’s panting voice.

“You see, Ethan, not everybody wants to turn back the clock!” She hears the rip of Lucas’s nailbed rip as he tears the nail off.

He slams the pliers on the desk. “What!? What, Eveline!? Zoe’s a stupid bitch! She doesn't understand that I don't wanna go back to how things were before my father found y'all!”

He huffs. “Not everybody wants to turn back the clock. So- so, Ethan? You can, uh- you can, um, crawl around underneath that filthy, rotten house all you want looking for them ingredients, but you ain't gonna find a goddamn thing, Ethan. You wanna make that serum? Ooh, baby. You're gonna have to come through me. You hear?”

Ethan pulls Serena back, covering her from the exploding TV. “What a dick.”, Serena huffs, standing with Ethan. “You said it. C’mon.”

[snxffer-tv]

I will fulfill this request. Hope you enjoy

It is a Lucas Baker x Gender Natural Reader.

You are a bit chubby bare with it.

English is not my first language, there will be some mistakes.

Y/N (your name)

H/C (hair color)

F/C (favorite color)

F/O (favorite Outfit)

XV.I.MMXXI 6pm

Y/N P.O.V.

I finally did it. I completed Resident Evil 7 Biohazard for the 5th time. Yes for the 5th time. I only played it so much because of Lucas. He is hot. I love him so much. I only find it sad that he was killed at the end. I'm bored and it is only 6pm ... Should I play it again? Mhm... Yeah, Imma play it again.

XVI.I.MMXXI 10pm

I was playing Resident Evil 7 Biohazard until ,,Y/N GO GET SOME SLEEP IT IS 10PM" My mother suddenly burst into my room. ,, Okay chill" I turned off my Pc. Before I went to bed I looked out my window and saw a shooting star. I wished that I was in Resident Evil 7.

The next morning

XVI.I.MMXXI 6am

Y/N P.O.V

,, Y/N Wake up" I heard Ethan say ... WAIT ETHAN. I suddenly woke up and looked around. I saw that I was not in my room. I stood up and looked around in the room and saw on the closet my F/O with my F/C on it. 'You Are The Sibling Of Ethan Winters' I heard a voice say in my head. 'Cool ... Wait that means I am in Resident Evil' 'Yes you are to be exact in Resident Evil 7 Biohazard' I just smiled to myself. I went to the closet and put on my outfit. After I put it on I went downstairs. ,, Ah you are finally here" Ethan said. I just nodded. ,, Today we are going to investigate the house of the Bakers!" 'Hey, then there is gonna be a chance to meet Lucas. I finally gonna meet him".

At the Bakers House

Lucas P.OV.

Tch Ethan Winters is gonna be here today or more like the next days. Evie and I need to stop him. Hopefully, I can kill him. I pretty much don't like him.

Y/N P.O.V.

I'm with Ethan at the Bakers House. It looks more cooler irl than in the Game. I love the House. Ethan and I went into the house. ,, Okay so where do we wa-" I cut myself off and I realized ... that Bastard is gone. He is not beside me anymore. ' Well looks like I have to go by myself '. I walked upstairs to Lucas's room. I went through his door room and was stunned. It is everything like in the game. I was so in my own world that I didn't hear how the door opened again. ,, Hey who are you" a voice asked. I was straddled and looked behind me and who was standing there ... LUCAS BAKER. I didn't how to react should I fangirl, scream or just faint. I just stood there. ,, Hello?!?!" Lucas waved his hand in front of my face. ,, Ah Hi" I only said. ,, I asked you a question" ,, My name is Y/N Winters, and my brother is Ethan Winters" I introduced myself. ,, Huh?! He has a sibling?" Lucas said. I only nodded. ,, Wow never knew this. Shouldn't you be with your brother?" Lucas asked me. ,, Well I wanted to ask where we want to start but he was already gone so I decided to explore and now here we are talking" I told him. ,, Does he even realize that he left you alone?" ,, Probably but I think he doesn't give a fuck about it. He doesn't need to baby me every time. I mean I am grown up and I can take care of myself" Lucas nodded just.

Ethan P.O.V.

Tf is wrong with this house. I just fought an angry guy named Jack Baker. I also realized that I left my sibling alone ... Nah they can take off themselves. But I'm scared of what is more going on here plus if they survive. I hope I will see them alive.

(A time skip where Lucas locks Ethan in that room where you have to do that Birthday Task)

Y/N P.O.V.

Here am I standing beside Lucas who has cameras on my brother who is trying to escape that room. I laughed a bit by seeing Ethan struggling. ,, You like seeing brother struggle escaping the room" Lucas asked me. ,, Yes but I also feel bad, but hey I can't do anything, can I?" I talked back. ,, WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO DIFFICULT!" we both heard Ethan scream. We both just started laughing. ,, Oi oi oi you know where my sibling is?" Ethan asked Lucas. I looked at Lucas if I can talk to him. He nodded. ,, I am here and if you ask me, I am fine, and yeah noth-" I suddenly stopped since I felt a slap on my ass. I looked behind me and saw Lucas with a grin on his face. ,, What it looks good" Lucas just whispered. ,, Did you just slap my sibling on the ass?!" Ethan asked more angry. I wanted to say no but Lucas interference and told proudly yes. And now Ethan is throwing a tantrum. ,, I don't know if he is a grown-up or a man child" I said to Lucas

[residentevil-simp]

Hello fellow Intp.

I'm interested in a resident evil 2 matchup. I don't mind other re games to find someone more suitable. :D

gender: female (she/her)

sexuality: hetero

age: 25

mbti: intp

sign: pisces

personality: I'm a quiet person who loves to observe people and how they act in situation. If I find them interesting or reversed, I make the first contact. I don't like small talk, but more than willing to find a topic we can both enjoy. It can be fun or intellectual. I love learning something new from another person. My main passions are the arts (fine arts, literature, concerts, philosophy) and science (multiverse theory, human anatomy, plant bio, animal bio). I can be pretty intense about certain ideas I either know or believe in.

hobbies: writing supernatural and fantasy stories, reading a variety of books (textbooks to manga), drawing ocs, japanese language learning.

likes: night hours, owls, rain showers

dislikes: constant interruptions, compromised beliefs, excessive apologies

Of course! I paired you with...

Leon S. Kennedy!

Despite being very different people, I think you and Leon would get along really well!

Neither you nor Leon like small talk. While Leon doesn't know much about philosophy or the arts, he's more than happy to listen to you talk and ask questions about your passions.

After the Raccoon City incident, Leon took an interest in science. While he still doesn't know that much, he'll borrow books from the library or any that you may have in an attempt to learn more about the viruses. If he has any questions, you're the first person he's going to ask.

If you'd let him, Leon would be overjoyed to read any of the supernatural and fantasy stories you write. Leon wasn't a big fan of fantasy, preferring action or horror, but after reading your work that definitely changed.

Much like yourself, Leon is a total night owl, so expect him to take you out on late night drives. Whether it be just for 15 minutes to go get food or 45 minutes drives in the rain, he just loves to take you out.

Leon knows you're quite quiet and dislike interruptions so if you ever want to be left alone while you're reading or writing, he's more than happy to give you space.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Hi (queue awkward wave) but I wondering if you could do a re7 headcannon about if you were into engineering stuff like Lucas is? Maybe you make the same type of traps he does. Have a wonderful day/night

Oohh fun!

Headcanon/Preference # 27

Picture & gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

| When you first met |

• When you arrived at the Baker estate, you had no clue what kinda hell you were getting yourself into.

• Thank god you are a tech wiz!

• No but seriously you were so lucky you could handle the weird puzzle locks all over the house.

• Some of which you actually managed to break and get through without the actual key.

• Lucas had seen you at the attempted dinner, but like Jack and Marguerite he'd lost you when that nosy reporter came poking around.

• Jack and Marguerite were determined to find you, but Lucas wasn't really interested.

• I mean yeah you're a total hottie, but he had better things to do than chase you around the old house.

• It had been hours since you vanished, no one had seen you anywhere, only traces of where you had been.

• I.e. Beyond broken locked doors, scattered electronics meticulously taken apart etc etc.

• And while going to tinker with one of his bigger projects, he heard a rhythmic tapping, like someone drumming their fingers in boredom.

• He thought he'd found you, as he followed the sound into a storage room that lead nowhere. Boy was he excited to have caught you before his parents could mess up your pretty face.

• "There you are!" His voice boomed in the room as he slammed open the door, his excited smile morphing into a confused frown.

• You weren't in the room, but instead in the middle of the floor lay a little machine with fingers and a motor.

• "Better luck next time." You called out before closing the door and locking it, effectively trapping Lucas.

• Who had spun on his heel at the sound of your voice, beyond astonished by what just happened.

• He's impressed you tricked him, but also pissed.

• Now he's made up his mind, your his pray, and no else is gonna break you.

| You cross paths again |

• You had eluded the family for TWO whole days! Much longer than anyone else ever.

• And in that time you had disassembled and remade so many of Lucas's traps, it was impressive and infuriating for everyone.

• By now Lucas was infatuated with catching you, and breaking you. And making you a member of the family.

• All he needed was the perfect trap, patience, and a bit of luck.

• "There you are!" Lucas muttered excitedly when he finally caught sight of you on one of his monitors.

• As luck would have it, you were walking right into his lates and cleverest trap, and it would seem like you didn't even notice it!

• And in an instant you were hanging upside down, your pack with your gear falling to the ground as you hit your head.

• "Finally!" He jumped from his chair and rushed to the room you were hanging in.

• Your ears were ringing and your head felt like it was stuck in a pot underwater. Then the spinning started, your vision was fuzzy but every once in a while you could see a man's face.

• "You are one tough bitch to find." Lucas mused as he pushed your shoulder, giggling at the site of you spinning in the air.

• "What-" You groaned in pain. "What happened?" Your vision started coming back into focus, and the spinning finally stopped.

• "I finally caught you Princess." Lucas mused as he held your shoulders, keeping to still while he knelt down to be face to face with you.

• "And now you're mine." He grinned before knocking you out cold. Now it's time to meet the rest of the family.

*This one was fun to write, I hope it was fun to read!

[terror-slut]

Can I make a request for Lucas Baker but Lucas before he was infected and was just normal bored asshole (odd I know to ask cos he wasn’t really a murderer back then and you have a thing for slashers so I understand if you wanna pass.) I just love the idea of quiet moody ass hole guy who no one goes near likes being hugged lol

I looove Lucas! I miss that fucked up son of a bitch. So, here you go! I hope this is what you meant and hope you enjoy :)

Lucas Baker pre-infection cuddle headcanons

Now, Lucas loves being hugged. Especially when the cuddles are coming from you, he’s content.

But, aside from the cold, black sheep reputation he has to uphold, he can’t deny that you do make him incredibly... soft?

Maybe not soft. Soft goes way too darn far. Maybe more... Fond.

He really is shitty at expressing his feelings. He’d rather leave that to you.

Whenever the two of you cuddle, it’s always in private. He really does not need Marguerite cooing about how adorable her cher is with his significant other, nor does Lucas need a repeating of Zoe making fun of how stiff he looks when you unexpectedly cuddled up to him that one time.

Private at last. Lucas absolutely adores it when you wrap your legs around his thin frame and nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder. He loves being surrounded by your warmth.

For him, his hands around your waist is his favorite part about cuddling with you. The way his hands fit perfectly on your waist really makes him feel like you’re utterly and completely his.

Lucas is a ‘comfortable silence’ type of guy and isn’t big on small talk, when the two of you are cuddling, he doesn’t mind your - what he considers - “rambling.”

Thinks he’s being really slick and unnoticeable when he sniffs your hair, but of course, you’ve noticed. You pretend not to though, so you don’t hurt his feelings.

“I love you, you know.”

“Uhuh. Ditto.”

[cool-kink-sis]

[yourfatherlucifer]

Can someone write this as a Lucas baker fic pleaseeee