#re8 chris redfield

[heraxic]

re8 greek mythology design collection

[ficfield]

Collateral Damage

Request: Hii! Can I please request something angst for chris? Like him getting into a serious argument with us and saying something he didn't mean? 

Chris Redfield – post RE8 x Reader

Word count: 352

You don’t remember how the argument started, only that it kept spiralling.

Chris paced in the living room, still in his black tactical turtleneck, his boots tracking dirt across the hardwood. His face was flushed from frustration, not exertion, and his voice was tight with exhaustion. 

“I can’t keep doing this, Y/N” 

You crossed your arms, trying to hold yourself together. “Doing what, Chris? Having a girlfriend who worries when you disappear for weeks with no contact? Or just having someone who isn’t part of your little war?” 

He turned sharply, eyes flashing. “It’s not a little war, dammit! This isn’t some nine-to-five job I can clock out of.”

“No, it’s a life that eats you alive!” you shot back. “And you just expect me to be here, waiting, acting like it’s normal when you come home with blood on your hands and stories you won’t tell me.” 

“I don’t tell you because you wouldn’t understand!”

That stung. You stepped back, your voice trembling now. “Then why am I even here, Chris? If I’m just someone who doesn’t get it, why are you still with me?” 

He hesitated. For a second, you saw the walls crack, his mouth open like he was going to say something softer, but instead, he went for the kill. 

“Maybe it’d be easier if you weren’t.”

Silence.

The kind of silence that makes the air heavy and sharp. Like broken glass in your lungs.

You stared at him, heart pounding. “Wow,” you breathed. “You really mean that?” 

He ran a hand over his face, realising instantly what he’d done. “No. No, Y/N, I didn’t mean that. I was angry. I-I just….. I’m tired.” 

“Yeah,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat, your voice calm. “Me too.” 

You turned and walked toward the bedroom, grabbing your keys off the hook. 

“Where are you going?” he asked, already regretting everything. 

“Out,” you said without looking back. “To somewhere I don’t feel like collateral damage.” 

The door shut behind you. And Chris just stood there, hands clenched, haunted by the echo of what he didn’t mean, but said anyway.

[larvamars]

morning with Chris 🌤

[th-xeno]

so why exactly did Chris break up with BSAA? it was probably something insignificant :) yeah :))

also page 4 is probably the best comic page i've ever drawn

part 2

[xaerainy]

cover 'em up 🙄

original

[zarstarss]

americans when the village residents are getting evil or something

[kuutakoi]

Something I did with no effort at all... I hate drawing hands btw🙃

[seraphdesire]

How Chris wanted it to go when he told Ethan to go home and refused to elaborate on the situation

[andrastes-cheeks]

Mind and soul.

[totallytoby22]

reposting him because im mad

[bazingax5]

i hate shoes

when i saw this i immediately thought of chris idk why

[heraxic]

the full set (re8 swap au)

[ficfield]

Jealousy on the Rocks 

Request: can i request going to a club or a bar with chris as friends but some guys (or even their ex idk) starts to hit on reader and chris get absolutely pissed (bc hes jealous obv) so he decides to do something about it?? call me unoriginal but i like it when my mans a lil possessive ykyk

Chris Redfield x Reader Word count: 570

You hadn’t seen Chris unwind in… well, maybe ever. So when he actually agreed to a night out, real drinks, real music, no tactical gear, you pounced on the opportunity.

The bar was dimly lit, pulsing with deep bass and low amber lights. People moved like shadows, laughter spilling like whiskey across the floor. You were dressed just a little nicer than usual, a smirk playing on your lips as you leaned toward Chris. 

“You’re actually having fun,” you teased over the rim of your glass.

Chris chuckled, low and soft, a hand gripping his glass of bourbon. “Don’t get used to it.” 

You grinned. “Too late.” 

Somewhere between the second drink and the third, Chris got up to grab another round, and you were left nursing your cocktail near the bar. That’s when they showed up. 

Two guys, one confident, one clearly riding on the other’s energy, sidled up next to you. Typical bar types. One had a grin that tried too hard.

“Hey there,” the bold one said, leaning a little too close. “Haven’t seen you around before.” 

You gave a polite smile. “I’m here with someone.” 

“Doesn’t look like it.” His eyes scanned your frame a little too long. “That guy in the black shirt? Pretty sure he’s just your body guard.”

“That’s Chris,” you said, and your tone hinted at warning. 

The guy didn’t take it. “Then he won’t mind if I buy you a drink, right?”

You were about to reply when a shadow fell across the guys shoulder, and Chris was right there. glasses in hand, jaw tight, eyes blazing. You’d seen him pissed before, in combat, on missions, but this was different. 

“She said she’s with me,” Chris said, voice low and sharp, like a blade sliding from it’s sheath. 

The guy turned, clearly sizing Chris up, and regretting it instantly. Chris didn’t need to flex. His presence was the flex. 

“Hey man, chill, we’re just talking-“ 

Chris stepping in closer, shoulders squared. “I wasn’t asking. Move along.” 

The two guys slunk away, muttering under their breath, and Chris turned back to you with a storm still in his eyes. he set your drink down and leaned in, closer then he had all night. 

“You okay?” he asked, eyes flicking over you, checking. Protecting.

“Yeah,” you said, heartbeat not entirely from the encounter. “Didn’t know you could get that territorial.” 

He let out a breath, trying for calm but his voice was gravel. “They shouldn’t be touching what’s not theirs.”

You blinked. “What’s not theirs?”

Chris met your gaze, eyes dark under the club lights. “You heard me.”

For a beat, the music faded, the crowd dulled, and it was just you and him, close, warm, the air charged.

“You’re just my friend,” you said, softly. Testing.

His jaw clenched. “Maybe I don’t want to be just that anymore.”

Your breath caught. This wasn’t the whiskey. This was him. Real, raw, and standing right in front of you like a storm ready to be weathered.

So you leaned in, fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt, and whispered, “Took you long enough.”

He grinned, wide and crooked, like he’d just won a battle he never admitted he was fighting.

And when his arm slid around your waist, holding you just a little closer than necessary, you let him.

Because maybe, just maybe… you liked it when your man was a little possessive too.

[illalsbb]

˗ˏˋ ꒰🖤꒱ ˎˊ˗

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[th-xeno]

postcanon!au, in which Chris tries to live his life, but his past will always find him

prologue part 1 | part 2

[xaerainy]

he's my obsession