#yes chris always points the gun at himself FIRST

[chgeeto]

you really wanna see us laughing at your body floating down the river? baby, you’re pathetic.

— Alex G, Kute

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Eleven: Shoot me (Do it)

(I skipped 'Up the Creek' because it mostly focused on the Screaming Gophers, and when it did mention the Killer Bass Duncan barely was in it)

All you know about today's challenge is that you are going to make it as dramatic as possible, is what you told yourself. Today was friday, and you were going to be on your medicine. So today's story will be told from Duncan's point of view.

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Duncan always thought the way her body processed her meds was interesting, because her mood always changed right away.

He watched as Chris handed her the two tiny pills and she swallowed them quickly. Your teammates were looking at you both confused. Suddenly her body did this strange little shudder and she broke out into a smile.

"Today's challenge is all about survival." Chris explained. "We're going hunting." The man smiled cheerfully holding up a gun. "That's more like it." Duncan smirked and gave his (girl-) friend a fist bump.

"Isn't that a paintball gun?" Harold asked. "Why yes, Harold. It is." Chris shot him rather quickly. "So we're not killing anything." Bridgette asked sounding dissapointed.

"No. This is the first ever paintball dear game ever. So finish up breaky and I'll give out teams in the woods." Chris pointed at Owen who had finished off his teams can of beans.

When all of you guys finally got into the woods and Chris announced the game. There'd be 'hunters' and there'd be deer. Each team would be split of both. Duncan, Y/N, DJ, Courtney, and Sadie were deer.

Duncan complained but quickly shut up when she looked at him in his costume and giggled. "Looking cute, bambi." Her fingers booped him on the nose. "Cute to you, mean to anyone else." Duncan muttered a blush forming on his pale face as he pulled her in by the waist.

Chris gave the deers five minutes to hide from the hunters.

So everyone dispersed quickly.

Duncan had a realization as he and you both trudged through the woods. Chris had done this type of challenge on friday just to put the team at a disadvantage. Chris wanted her to be high as the clouds so she'd freak Duncan out.

But Duncan didn't scare easily.

"Hey, darling?" He asked as they both silently walked by a pond in the woods looking for any hunter. "What's up, cutie?" Her eyes flickered to look at him.

He didn't like it when she took her meds because he didn't know what was real and what was fake. But he wanted you to take your meds because you looked at peace for once.

"Real or not real: there's something between us?" He muttered. She gave him this smile and he wanted to hit her. "Whatever between us is realer then the sun shining on a sunday morning, baby." Her teeth shined as she laughed.

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|Trending on X right now|

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#nicetoyoumeantoeveryonelse

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#theydeserveeverything

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The day progressed pretty calmly to say the least which Duncan was thankful for. Almost no one shot at them, only Owen tried a few times but luckily for Duncan, his girl and him were a scary duo.

He and his girl sat on the grass, your back leaning against his chest as his arms slithered around your stomach.

Her voice was coming out but he wasn't even listening to the words, he was listening to the sound. Her voice sounded like a song he'd listen to every day if he could.

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It tooks about two hours until he felt her body relax. Since everyone at camp was so loud he was keeping track of who was in the lead. So far, it looked like you guys were going to win... by a lot.

Duncan smiled to himself as he gently layed your head onto the grass. He remembered the first time he had played a game with guns, accept it was real guns.

Russian roulette was always fun.

Four years ago

Duncan was thirteen. He had been diagnosed with paranoia, anxiety, as well as DDD. He certainly was an interesting boy to say the least. The first juvie center he stayed at didn't give him his meds, so he acted insane.

"Alright new-blood, let's see if you've got what it takes." James threw the gun to the young boy who put it against his head without flinching. He clicked a bullet without blinking.

"My dad started me on russia roulette when I was five, try harder." Duncan smiled.

The game ended, the killer bass had won and Heather lost her shit on Beth. Duncan noticed that her meds were wearing off once he saw how drained she was acting.

She was quiet, and she nearly collapsed on her bunk when the team had finally returned back to the cabins. Courtney must've noticed the worried glance Duncan had given the girls side of the cabin because she whispered.

"We'll watch over her." She smiled kindly.

So that night, Courtney had directed a tired Y/N into the bathroom to change and wash your face, as Bridgette layed you on her cot putting a trash can beside you in case your body reacted poorly from your new change in your meds schedule.

Which it did.

The cameras caught Sadie holding your hair back as you dry heaved into the can. (#girlsprotectgirls was already trending on X)

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"I hope you know how obvious you are, man." Geoff grumbled as he watched Duncan smoke from the window. Duncan smirked flipping the boy off. "I have no idea what your talking about." Duncan smiled.

[starsandspicedpeaches]

The Alternate Approach

Chrisker Week 2023

Chris Redfield x Albert Wesker

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1,700

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47571694

“I don’t think you want to die just yet, I have something that is of some interest to you.” 

Wesker turned to a nearby computer and tapped a few buttons. Within moments, the liquid began to drain from the large tank at his side and Chris felt his stomach drop. Inside stood a mass of flesh, humanoid, but certainly not human. Talons ripped out of its hands and pale white flesh clung weakly to its massive frame, creating the illusion that the abomination could be dead, but its heart, dear god —its heart was attached to its chest, beating slowly, making it oh so clear this thing was somehow alive. 

“The ultimate lifeform, Tyrant!”

Chris was horrified, he thought he might be sick but steadied himself, refusing to show any weakness in front of the man standing across from him. All the lies, pain, and the deaths of his fellow S.T.A.R.S. members for this thing? Years spent serving with Wesker only for him to throw Chris and his friends to the mercy of the mansion, to fight horrors the likes of which he assumed would only exist behind a TV screen, knowing that most of them would not only die but suffer in the meantime. It was deplorable. So deplorable it was amusing. Chris felt a laugh rising in his chest, a feeling of hysteria in him that could only be brought out by the Captain making the whole tragedy seem like an elaborate joke. But then he looked at Wesker. 

His captain, who always was so stoic, who Chris looked up to as a model of bravery, the man who had torn through both warfare and the daily dangers of Racoon City, and who had been his strongest support when the job was difficult when things went wrong and lives were lost, was looking back at him. Rarely did Wesker betray emotion on his face, but there was an abnormal tenseness on it right now, like he was waiting for something. Wanting something. Then a strange thought began to dawn on Chris.   

Chris looked down at Rebecca. Wesker had shot her without hesitation. Why not him? And why did he want to show Chris his little science project in the first place? Chris was no scientist, he had no knowledge or appreciation for this kind of thing. So why try to explain it to him? 

Wesker was still standing silently, gun pointed at Chris, watching. Waiting. 

“Wesker. What do you want?” 

The older man looked confused for a moment. “Is it not clear?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Is anything you say ever clear?”

There was a long pause. “Chris.”

“Yes?”

“I want you to join me.”

Chris nearly laughed again.

“Why? I’m not a scientist, I don’t understand any of this shit. I failed half of my classes in high school and went straight into the military.”

Wesker smiled at this, not maliciously, but enough to annoy Chris.

“I don’t know the difference between an acid and a base,” He continued, “Much less how to play with whatever shit you’re apparently into. I can’t help you, I'm just another S.T.A.R.S. member and the rest of us seemed pretty disposable to you. So why me?”

Wesker glanced away for a moment, brows furrowed but still holding tightly to his gun. Chris considered trying to grab it from him while he was distracted but knew that his superior was, well, superior, at least physically. So they both waited in silence. 

“Do you remember Barry’s New Year’s Party?” Wesker finally asked.

Chris was stunned. Here they were in the middle of a secret lab, Wesker having killed all of Chris’s friends and coworkers, right in front of a giant mutated monstrosity and Wesker was asking about a New Year’s party that had happened months ago. He knew the man had no social awareness, but — Jesus fucking Christ. 

“Yeah, I remember.” Chris grumbled, “I remember everyone but you being drunk, and how you kept complaining about how it was too loud and how you were clearly miserable and left before it was even midnight.”

Wesker sighed, clearly not thrilled with Chris’s response, but continued anyway. 

“Do you remember that, even though you were already drunk, you were the first person to greet me?” 

Chris grimaced, remembering vaguely how he had nearly tripped over the coffee table, running up to the captain like a dog that missed his owner. It certainly didn’t help that he was already two shots and a few beers in by nine when Wesker had arrived. 

“Yep, I remember that.”

“And you remember how every time people would start getting loud you would yell at them and check in on me?”

That memory was even fuzzier, but it would definitely explain why everyone kept teasing him and calling him a buzzkill the next day in the office. 

Chris simply nodded back. 

“And this you probably don’t remember either, but before I left, you offered to walk me home just to make sure I was alright, even though you were the one who clearly needed an escort.”

That memory was hazy too, but Chris remembered being alone with Wesker next to the door, catching him by the shoulder before he left, and gentle words shared between the two of them along with an overwhelming feeling of concern. He remembered moving his face far too close to his captain's, the nagging worry that maybe his breath was bad or he was sweaty and not being sure of the last time he showered, and then he remembered almost leaning in before Wesker gently pushed him back and wished him a good night. 

Oh. Now he was starting to get it. 

Chris took a step forward. Wesker’s hand tightened around the gun, but he didn’t move to shoot. 

“Why are you bringing all of this up now?” 

Wesker didn’t respond. 

Taking a deep breath, Chris slowly, gently reached out, placing his hand on top of the gun aimed at him, and began to push Wesker’s arm down. There was resistance for only a moment before the older man complied. When the gun was aimed at the floor, Chris took another step forward and the two were now nearly pressed against each other. His face was far too close to his captain’s. He felt a nagging worry that maybe his breath was bad. Or that he was sweaty and after hours of running around in this godforsaken mansion he definitely needed a shower. But Wesker didn’t move away as he leaned in and Chris decided chances were all of that didn’t matter. 

“So I take it you’re asking for a little bit more than just for me to join you?” Chris asked. 

His superior chuckled. “Yes, I suppose I am.” 

This time, Wesker leaned in the rest of the way and pressed his lips against Chris’s. Almost on instinct, Chris closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around his former captain’s waist, pulling him closer before pushing deeper into the kiss. He felt the blonde man’s arms wrap around his neck and allowed himself, just for a minute, to forget everything that had occurred, what the man touching him had done. And if he could forget for a minute, he could forget for a little bit longer. Why not join him? 

Finally, he pushed Wesker away, taking a moment to catch his breath, his partner’s arms still wrapped around him. 

“Just what are we getting into?” Chris mumbled. 

“Well, for one, a boatload of money when I sell all the assets I’ve stolen from Umbrella, which will then be used to fuel a quick escape from the country and a life of avoiding the company’s attempts to find us for my betrayal.” 

Chris looked back down at Rebecca. Was he really ready to not only assist the man who shot her and Enrico? The man who currently had Jill trapped in a cell? But then again, what would happen to Jill if he refused? Wesker would make quick work of him and then no one could save her. Chris was certainly drawn in by the deal Wesker was offering, but he also knew he could potentially bargain for more.

“What about Jill? Are you going to kill her too?”

“Not personally, but I am preparing the entire estate to self-destruct. I don’t expect she would survive.” 

Chris’s heart began to race. No, he couldn’t let that happen. 

“Let her out. Let her escape and I’ll go with you, help with whatever you need. I want to join you but I won’t have S.T.A.R.S. blood on my hands. I won’t have Jill’s blood on my hands” 

Wesker’s lips tightened and he gripped his weapon a little tighter. 

“I appreciate your loyal mannerisms Chris but don’t want to leave loose ends.” 

“What could she do? Even if she does survive it would be her word against the entire Umbrella Corporation, and you don’t plan on sticking around anyway, right?”

Wesker pondered this idea for a moment and Chris held his breath, unsure if he had made the right play. 

“Fine.” Wesker finally responded. “If I can trust that your future loyalty lays solely with me I’lll let her go.” 

Chris breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Deal, now what are you going to need from me?”

“I’m not quite sure yet, but I do know you don’t have to worry about being a part of any scientific work I choose to complete in the future, I’m more than capable of handling that by myself.”

Wesker had only just finished his sentence when a near-deafening shatter of glass pulled their attention back to the tank that housed the monster. The abomination had broken through the glass, its talons seeming to have shredded the material with nearly no effort. Chris and Wesker glanced at each other.

“I hope the scientific work you plan on handling includes that fucker too.” Chris groaned as the two pulled out their weapons. 

~~~

Happy Chrisker Week everyone! I hope that you’re looking forward to all the content this celebration will encourage and be sure to seek out other creators participating, many of whom I have interacted with and know are fantastic in their respective domains. Speaking of other creators I want to give a huge thank you to the creators who helped me with this story. Thank you to Ardnaif (AO3 and tumblr), Regnard (AO3), and Tea (theredfields on tumblr) who all looked over this piece, made suggestions, and helped me edit. As a small creator it meant the world to me to get these people’s opinions and I know they helped me grow as a writer. I will post the links to their pages below, make sure to give them a follow! Enjoy Chrisker week and feel free to join in, we can always use another creator!

Ardnaif - https://archiveofourown.org/users/Ardnaif/pseuds/Ardnaif 

Regnard - https://archiveofourown.org/users/Regnard/pseuds/Regnard

Tea - https://theredfields.tumblr.com/

[splenderai]

In the spirit of bringing back Asks but also me just wanting to know but not knowing where to start: PLEASE tell me all about High Card. And about the two you guys in lots of your fanart. Yes I'm taking notes, and yes there will be follow-up questions in this impromptu High Card course.

one of the great things about michael for all who don't know him is that he's fully aware of how much a) i can yap for paragraphs upon paragraphs on end about anything in particular, and b) of a deranged lunatic i can become when it comes to my hyperfixations, at which point the yapping turns into a three-year dissertation, and yet, he still takes the dive and asks me about it with genuine interest. this is one of the many reasons why he is an awesome friend.

[rubs hands together with a wicked smile] thank you for asking about high card !!! sneak under the cut to learn more about the silly show that revolves around playing cards that give you superpowers and the even sillier people who control said cards:

the story is heavily inspired kingsman, and it centers around the existence of 52 playing cards that each hold a unique power. the higher the card's value, the stronger the power that's given to the user, who is called a player in the series. these cards, referred to as "x playing cards," are considered a myth, tied to an old folk tale about the four kingdoms of trapla island that banded together to defeat invaders, the sorcerer who helped turn the tide of the war by bestowing incredible powers to 52 of the land's strongest soldiers, and the crowning of the first king of a unified fourland. the cards most certainly exist, and there's a fight between opposing factions to retrieve them.

our protagonist, finn oldman, gets caught up in this battle while he's out trying to make money at a casino.

he's seventeen (eighteen by the end of s2), an orphan who lost his parents and older brother in a tragic car accident, and is now living on his own after growing up for almost a decade at the sun fields orphanage. he cherishes the place, often going back to visit the kids and lindsey, the kind man who runs the establishment. the orphanage is at risk of being shut down due to money issues, and finn has made it his priority to get enough cash to save his childhood home. he's a pickpocket with incredibly good eyesight, but that alone won't make enough dough, so he goes to the big city to try his luck at a casino. there, he ends up finding himself in the middle of a deadly shoot-out where these guys in suits are using some crazy-ass powers, and they seem to be focused on one thing: a playing card with a pattern on the back that looks extremely familiar. he has one just like that, the only thing he brought with him to the orphanage after the crash and his most prized possession. finn ends up stealing that card during the scuffle and then a car to make a getaway, but he gets followed and ultimately finds himself in a standoff, the barrel of a gun focused on him. he takes one last gamble, and, just like he'd seen the young man in the red suit do, plays his 2 of Spades card. it materializes into a revolver that always shoots in a straight line, and finn uses his great eyesight to disarm his assailant. he thinks he's just about gotten away scott free when the man in red, who was absolutely just dead on the ground after getting obliterated by the assailant finn had just decommissioned, stands up, covered in more red from his own blood, and demands finn give both of those playing cards to him.

and that's how finn meets chris redgrave.

through chris, finn meets the rest of high card, a secret organization working for the crown whose mission it is to retrieve all 52 x-playing cards and return them to the king so that they don't fall into the wrong hands. by day, the members of high card work at the old maid branch of pinochle, a luxury cars dealership. chris, noticing finn's skills, suggests that the young sharpshooter join their ranks. at first, he's reluctant, but when finn hears about the very nice paycheck he could earn, he's all on board. and so, finn begins his tenure as a car salesman slash secret operative under chris' mentorship.

high card is made up of the following individuals:

- leo constantine pinochle: fourteen, holder of the 7 of diamonds, "never no dollars"

his card allows him to transform any sum of money on hand into any object of equal monetary value. he can make a whole slew of weapons with a briefcase of bills, but he can just about only make a snickers bar if he's got two bucks.

imagine the heir to a luxury car dealership business who is stupidly wealthy and goes to a prestigious all-boys school. you probably imagine a short little brat dressed like some kind of snooty british elite schoolboy, looks down on everyone around him, and makes it known that he has both immense power and money. you're right. he also happens to be the leader of high card, and his father (theodore constantine pinochle, can you believe how pretentious their names are) is the president of both high card and the pinochle empire. he's arrogant and prickly, but he's good at what he does (except in the eyes of his father, who barely recognizes him as a son and views him more as an underling who constantly disappoints him... ouch.) he's basically the boss at the old maid branch. i think this series does not have child labor laws. leonard, please do normal fourteen year old things like playing video games and hanging out with your school friends. (he doesn't have any...)

wendy sato: twenty-one, holder of the ace of spades, "love and peace"

her card summons a sheathed blade that holds a very powerful energy once it's unsheathed (will not spoil too much)

oh, wendy. my wife. failgirl supreme. the kind to trip up the stairs and forget her glasses on the top of her head. she's also scary good at swordfighting and physical combat in general. her beloved father owned a dojo where she trained since childhood prior to joining high card. finn and chris are scared of her because it doesn't take much for her to scold them or raise her voice. she's not mean by any means; she just doesn't put up with their monkeying around. she struggles with self-esteem issues because she isn't able to control her card once the sword has been unsheathed, so she feels like a burden to the team when she can't use her full power (or does, and then puts them all directly in danger). at the old maid branch, she is in charge of accounting and the like.

vijay kumar singh: twenty-six, holder of the 3 of clubs, "green green"

his card allows him to manipulate plants, so he is usually seen fighting with vines

vijay. husband. criminally low amount of screentime for this oddball king. he's a gentle soul who is almost like an older brother / cousin to everyone else, especially leo (he tutored leo when the latter was younger, and they get along really well) he is a scholar, currently a phd student and part-time lecturer at the university of cribbage. he loves plants !!! he has a selection of potted plants, all with names, that he keeps at the old maid branch with whom he talks to regularly. the others, aside from leo, think he's a total space case (the autism is strong in this one, trust). he's very logical, speaks really intelligently, and will absolutely go on a tangent about plants and other stuff given the opportunity. so yeah, he might be a bit hard to talk to, but he's really kind and often cooks for the team or brings in sweets. he takes care of like IT and systems management at the branch.

- finn !!! his card is called "neo new nambu," and it's the 2 of spades

- chris redgrave: twenty, holder of the 5 of hearts, "calories high"

his card basically grants him immortality, using up his calories to heal any and every wound (but when he's out of calories, the healing power is essentially gone). a self-proclaimed "immortal ladies man," he is this frivolous playboy who doesn't miss an opportunity to flirt with beautiful women. carefree, witty, and incredibly well-versed in martial arts / hand-to-hand combat. he has an absurd sweet tooth and constantly carries bars of fudge around both for snacking and to keep a nice source of calories on hand. he's in charge of sales at the old maid branch. you think you know chris and what he's all about, but it's really a collection of masks. the true chris ? you'll just have to watch to learn more hehe.

also technically part of high card is bernard symons, an older gentleman who does not go out on missions and mainly stays at the old maid branch to do admin stuff. he's so, so kind, and finn affectionately calls him "grandpa." soft-spoken and is always taking care of the high card members in little ways.

then we have the bad guys. ohoho. the klondike family is a mafia-like organization that wants the cards for their own purposes. they're a funny, vicious bunch led by ban klondike, foxy grandpa in chief.

the assailant that finn deals with that i mentioned before is one of the klondike members ! they're a fun bunch of villains for sure.

that's really the best introduction i can give !!! the series is so much fun. it's not going to win any awards or absolutely floor you with the writing and plot, but if you go in not expecting a masterpiece or anything, it's such a great experience. the characters have outstanding designs (done by the very talented ebimo, who designed the charisma house characters as well !!!), and they are all really fascinating in my opinion. the art style is gorgeous, and the soundtrack is INSANELY GOOD. it's predominantly jazzy, so if that's your thing, you will absolutely love it. the english-speaking side of the fandom is fairly small, but it's full of a ton of really amazing people !!! the one thing that i think might deter you (if i remember what you'd said before) though is that there's no english dub. it has 24 episodes so far (no official news of a season three, but there is a surprise episode 25 being produced right now !!!), so it's not a super long commitment !!! so if you're interested, i would say definitely give it a shot !!! ep1 is outstanding and reeled me right in, so it starts off really good, promise.

and i think that's a good place to stop the yapping. thank you for asking about high card and taking an interest. 🥺✨️🫶

[chevelleneech]

Still on the finale, because of course I am

And as such, I must say

…what the hell was going on!?

Bobby was in a coma for barely half the episode, after being dead for 14 minutes. Sergeant Athena I’m-not-a-corrupt-cop Grant accosted a man her husband nearly killed, at gun point, threatening to kill him because she decided he set her house on fire. Chim and Maddie became foster parents in the blink of a fucking eye. Buck had no real point this episode other than to be present in scenes that the audience aren’t meant to view as meaningful, despite the repetitive nature in which he is always present for his male bestie with whom he was assumed to be dating. Tommy was just there, as always. They spent too much time with Amir and the Cartel, when quite frankly, that should have been the cliffhanger at the very least. And lastly, Eddie had the most near sensible storyline this episode, with Chris not talking to him then wanting to leave, and him not wanting him to go, yet even that was sullied by it being given a lack of importance.

Eddie and his parents should have been going back and the entire episode about this, because it’s that important. Isolating Chris to his bedroom, was ridiculous. I understand Gavin may not be entirely capable, perhaps, of committing to emotional scenes the way this would have required, but that just means Tim and co should have written it in a way that allowed us to see Chris’s grief as a child who has the same disabilities and potential neurodivergence as Gavin, seeing as he’s playing very close to himself anyway. But I think the episode would have benefited from the audience hearing from Chris as we’ve done in the past with lighter emotional topics.

Outside of that, this was the most pointless and anti-climactic season finale of any show I think I’ve ever watched. Yes, Gerard is back and that’s a big deal for what it will mean for the characters next season, but… was it a surprise? No, because they had him at the ceremony for no reason. I guess anyone who isn’t chronically online would have been shocked, but everyone on here is as overly invested as I am so like, it’s whatever, but damn.

I wish something was unexpected. Although, I guess technically it was the BT date, because no one thought they’d have Buck sit down after all that emotional stress to have a date night type meal, but that was the writers way of making Tommy the man Buck goes home to, even though they refuse to commit to them in a serious way. They ended them with a joke that was funny but contextually inappropriate, and that was that, as is every BT interaction has been the entire season.

Anyway, I really hope season 8 will regain the magic the first few seasons held. Seasons 2-4 especially, and imo, plenty of episodes in 5 and 6. Because I truly do not understand what happened. I know ol girl took over in 5 and 6, but Tim coming back made the show worse. So was it the network execs who actually saved the earlier seasons? For real, who was around to keep things flowing as well as they once were? We need them back. I mean, I completely understand and was in full support of the strikes, and I know Tim chose to change Buck’s storyline at the last minute, but him changing one character should not have dragged down every one else’s too.

Chimney getting sick was the best episode of the season by far, and honestly felt as thought out as the cruise arc. So I’m assuming Tim had it at least partially drafted, and Kenny Choi delivered as he always does. But honestly, they even had Angela coming across as stiff with some of her dialogue, and Mother is truly one of the greatest to ever do it. Someone just seriously missed the mark this year, and after all the hoopla about it being a top rated series and deserving its renewal compared another series… it didn’t prove itself, I’m sorry to say.

If we get 18 episodes back, I really hope Tim and co figure things out and try to realign with what fans enjoy about the series and with what he wants to say. Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter about ships, it’s about the story. It’s about making us fear for these characters lives, even though we know they don’t plan to kill anyone off. It’s about giving them calls to respond to, that puts them in harms way the entire time only for them to either prevail or fail. It’s about the guest stars who play the citizens in need, who break our hearts and make us smile just as much as the 118 does.

This show had something so special, because it’s found family genuinely felt like family. Their hurt was our hurt, and their love was our love. Until s7. Now, they seem like damn near every other procedural drama on tv where the cast chemistry is there (for almost everybody), and the acting is solid for what’s being given, but the spark isn’t entirely there. I want the spark back.

[moonlit-orchid]

Hello, i hope you've had a good day so far and happy new year!

Do you have any headcanons for Astral or any other characters? They can be sweet and fluffy and/or absolutely heartbreaking and angsty

And how do think Astral would react to his first holiday on earth? (E.g. Easter, Halloween, Christmas etc..)

I hope you have a good 2023!!

Hi hi hi! Happy New Year to you too!

Headcanons, headcanons, oh boy!

First, for other characters:

Shark's main response to anything is 'Your mom'. God knows why. It got to a point where every answer was 'Your mom'. Example:

Yuma: Can we duel??

Shark: Your mom.

Teacher: Did you do your homework?

Shark: Your mom.

Whenever anyone of h̶i̶s̶ the kids start a fight with the other, or just misbehave in general, Chris just picks em up, and holds them at arms length like cats, and takes them away. Unless it's Girag. For obvious reasons.

Don Thousand's favourite hobby is randomly yeeting any one of the three kids across any room. However, he always makes sure to never yeet Astral too far or too hard, that child gets hurt so easy. He'll give Yuma reasonable yeets. But Mist? God knows how he'd alive

For all his faults, Eliphas's greatest redeeming quality is his generosity. Is he very strict about what Astral buys? Yes. But will he give huge amounts of money without blinking an eye? Also yes.

Don's the opposite. He doesn't care what the kids buy, so long it's not his money being spent.

Dumon's Irish. I don't care what you say, he's Irish.

Trey will give anyone kisses as long as 1) they're comfortable with it and 2) they aren't Quattro, Vector, and Mizar (he doesn't like Vector because of Yuma and Astral, and he doesn't like Mizar because of their duel...and Mizar winds him up)

Back to Eliphas, he is actually pretty aware of what he's done to everyone, especially to Astral. The guilt kills him. This is probably why he refuses to outwardly accept any blame for his actions: he's instinctively trying to hide what he's really feeling because he's just really bad at showing them.

He also does genuinely love Astral, but again, he just can't make himself show it. He'll say sweet things to Astral when the boy's deep in sleep, and will even kiss his forehead, but can never do it when Astral's awake, and he hates himself for it. It would help fix so many of Astral's problems, but not only is he unable to do it, he doesn't realise how deep Astral's trauma is.

As for Astral (you KNOW I am a freaking headcanon FOUNTAIN when it comes to the glowy)

His favourite colour is yellow, because it reminds him of Utopia/Hope, and honey (Beestral exists)

He also likes honeybees, although large bumblebees kinda freak him out

(This one's angsty) When he eventually moved full time to Earth into a flat shared with Kite, Shark, and Yuma, he wanted to cut his hair short, because Yuma did. He thought it would look nice, but anytime he thought of doing it, or anything to develop any sort of style of his own, he'd remember Eliphas's words from his childhood, how Eliphas criticised his appearance, his scarred eye in particular, "look how you shamed your eye, do you want to shame the rest of you?" and he just couldn't do it. Eventually the others noticed, and Rio took him to get his hair cut, and new clothes he really wanted to wear.

Speaking of, the silver eye becomes a white scar across his entire eye in human form.

It's not noticeable in the winter, because he becomes very pale in the winter, but in the summer he tans heavily, and the scar stands out.

Also said scar sometimes aches. He used to just ignore it, but now Yuma refuses to let him suffer through it, and will give him both medicine and kisses (PLATONIC KISSES)

He knows how to use a gun. And is badass with one.

He also has a strange habit of taking little daggers with him with him wherever he goes. God knows why. Even Eliphas has no idea what caused this habit.

Because loud noises can remind him of the explosions in Astral World, Mirai bought Astral headphones, which he keeps with him all the time, not just because he needs them, but because it was a gift.

Astral gets so so so awkward whenever someone uses a pet name for him or give him a gift, he almost looks uncomfortable, but really he's just trying not to cry because 'oh my gosh they actually love me?!'

When he and Yuma fight, Yuma is very very careful about how hard he actually pushes him; he doesn't wanna hurt him, and Astral, despite the fact he's got a mean slap, is just soft with him in general. Their fights are usually just them squeezing the other's cheeks, ruffling the other's hair, or soft wrestling.

Now, Astral's first holiday:

Honestly, I don't think it matters which holiday is his first, I think the reaction would be the same for pretty much all. Basically, Yuma would have broken down all the holiday traditions to him, and Astral would have understood that holidays are times for family togetherness.

When holiday time comes around, Astral notices the atmosphere, and he and Yuma chat a bit about it, and how Yuma can't wait to do all the fun things he does with his family. And Astral being Astral automatically assumes that Yuma means the others.

Then the holiday comes along.

And Yuma asks Astral to join them for dinner, or a tradition, and Astral is utterly confused for several minutes. Then he finally gets it.

Yuma sees him as part of the family.

They all see him as part of the family.

He cries for a while. He has never felt this before, and he can't believe this is for real. But it is.

He has a family now, and he's happy.

Hooo boyyyyy, this has become so long! Holy crap, yikes! Anyway, I hope you liked reading this really long post! Have a happy new year and I hope you enjoy 2023 too!

[toddlazarski]

“This Fool”

The A.V. Club

Nobody “Motherfucker”’s like Michael Imperioli. The mother is draaawn out, fired with the snarl of a just-pulled lawnmower, peppered with a deep intestinal rancor, the fucker coming almost as the release, the exhale, the purr of pissed incredulity as to whichever injustice the world has placed before him. In this case, it is Richard Branson, or, the “space knight motherfucker” who cheap-skated his donation to Hugs Not Thugs, the “fifth largest gangster rehabilitation center in Los Angeles,” that was founded by Imperioli’s Minister Leonard Payne. It is a welcome introduction to his character, and a delightful reintroduction to the livewire frustration bits Imperioli cooked up as Christopher Moltisanti on The Sopranos. There he was one one of the key comedic pieces on one of the funniest comedies nobody was ever even entirely sure was a capital-C comedy.

As it happens, here he is one of the key comedic pieces on a show that leads with a much more troubling type of tone confusion. In the first two episodes of This Fool, a drive-by is played for chuckles, a gang brawl is treated with nostalgic revelry by former members slowed by time and life and sciatic nerve hangups, and “Don’t Text and Drive” displays across the screen as an epitaph with operatic flippancy.  

There’s also maybe a bigger conundrum facing the writer’s room, namely whether or not the comedy, in which Julio (Chris Estrada) counsels ex-cons, including his recently-released cousin, is actually, you know, funny. It certainly can be, as in the front-loaded first episode, where intimidating men with face tattoos perform trust falls, and Julio extolls the virtues of the place to a new arrival: “we remove more tattoos than anyone else in Los Angeles,” and offer “free legal counseling, solar panel installation classes.” Or, later, when he describes why there’s no reason he couldn’t be Bourdain: “I’ve eaten foy gray before.” To which his ex-girlfriend, Maggie, replies, “you don’t even know how to pronounce foy gray.” Imperioli, for his part, steals most every one of his scenes, especially striking an early chord on an extended lecture on failure, all wide eyes and faux wiseman profundity, his ability for humor amped by the ability to appear to take himself so stupidly serious.  

It can certainly also be, as many characters chide, repeatedly, anything seen as less than real, “corny.” A Salvadoran is irked by being called Mexican, a deceased friend nicknamed “Fatass” has, yes, “Fatass” inscribed on his urn. Vacillating between groan and cringe, Julio’s cousin, Luis (Frankie Quinones), peppers ceaseless ball-busting with “gay boy,” and the likes of “y’all talk more than the motherfucking View” or, somehow, “you need a Viagra?”  Perhaps it’s just more uneven than corny, more awkward than ha-ha, as smart as it is obvious, as oblivious as it is comfortable, taking real issues of modern L.A. — gun violence, gang culture — and setting them as backdrop thematic annoyances to be casually riffed on, as Bradley Newell might rap about the city on a Sublime track.      

Once the show settles though, finding a groove akin to the svelty Chicano Batman theme that opens each episode, and with the delightful reliance on old school Soul — Brenton Wood, Bill Withers — and palm trees and Dodgers decorum and shit-shooting around the dining room table with elderly relatives, a lived-in flow emerges, settling on a rhythm somewhere between a bilingual Modern Family and a less lesson-y Gentefied. The stakes are mostly low, it’s always sunny in South Central, even when meeting “at the park at sundown” for a brawl, and by the fourth episode even the tightest of TV reviewers may do very well to take Julio’s epiphany to heart: “how about this? I’ll stop being a little bitch.”

At that point anyone can appreciate the physical humor of, say, Julio giving his nephews fireworks to shoot off to distract the family so he can slink away from birthday engagements, or Luis putting Julio in a headlock to keep him in place while the family sings “Feliz Cumpleanos,” or an elaborate and preposterous slow-motion ball-kicking scene, an entire episode homage to Austin Powers.    

Estrada, who co-created the show and used his real life as inspiration, plays Julio with the same button-down, clean-shaven, subtly-pomaded nice guy turn that fills his standup comedian persona. He is mocked for having “lawyer hands,” is seen by his abuela as someone “always crying, just a little bit.” He is a man who sincerely and fully enjoys his pour-over coffee situation, coming off alternatively between sweet and cloying (“The life expectancy of a gangster on average is 24 years old, but the life expectancy of a punk ass bitch, 76 years old”), between big-hearted and petulant martyrdom, his use of “big dawg” renders him some varying mix of jovial and punch-worthy. As his on again, off-again ex, Michelle Ortiz breathes fire into the manic pixie ex-girlfriend template, with high-pitched outbursts turning to raunchily smitten tenderness. She steals/borrows Julio‘s Accord before berating him that the Check Engine light is on, she hits with lines like: “we’ve had sex in the backseat, it’s our car,” and interrupts‘s his date to get him to come over to help find a disappeared pet bunny, a la Annie Hall’s spider-in-the-bathroom scene, eventually trying to coax him to stay with, “I got Wendy’s.  In the obvious spirit of ying-yang buddy comedies, Luis seems overtly ex-con doltish, overplaying the easy parts, leaning brashly into the casual homophobia. It’s not 2005 anymore, as he is constantly reminded — “Tobey Maguire ain’t Spiderman no more” Julio tells him. But has he been in prison, or a coma? Were we still making Viagra jokes and asking “does that make your boyfriend jealous?” in 2005?  

Yes, it is a show about redemption. About tempering recidivism with good cupcake sales —  “people love buying cupcakes from ex-gang members, if girl scouts ever start getting face tattoos we’re fucked,” states Imperioli, in one of his many steely deadpans. And it is about family, however dumb and unfortunate they sometimes might be. So, the standard themes of any harmless Thursday night family sitcom. Of course you can watch it when you want, as one of the best back-and-forth’s, between Luis and his ex-fiance, reminds us:  

“You’re a fucking loser with a weird dick.” “Fuck you, curvy dicks are normal.” “You know Judge Judy will rule in my favor.” “Her show is over, idiot.” “She’s got a new one, idiot.” “What time? I wanna watch.” “It’s streaming so it’s available whenever.”  

Within such ping-pong banter is where This Fool finds its pocket. Like when Imperioli, uber-stoic, over-intense, gets asked about his documentary, “Game Set Hope,” a chronicle of an actual ping-pong tournament on “skid row.” A tag line at the bottom of the poster for the film that hangs in his office declares: “A film you might soon forget, but shouldn’t.” So it feels things might go here. While we seem past the peak of standup’s getting TV spots, this is the type to be lost in a sea of professionally funny shows. Once rhythm is achieved though, This Fool is joyously, even exceptionally hilarious because of what it is really about: who will watch your shitty documentary, even though they think there’s too much flute in the soundtrack; who cares enough to steal you toilet paper from work, even if it is single-ply; who makes you your favorite Tres Leches cake, even though you hate your birthday; who shows up for you, even if a “homegirl” stole their Honda; and it is about being there for your cousin, even when he won’t stop quoting Austin Powers.

[aki-draws-things]

If, somehow, that happens before they go to top gun, while there Ice is worse than Goose back at the academy when he got his callsign.

Sure, Slider is constantly wrapped around his shoulders, never straying a step too far from him, and yes, mav is deadly sure he's more a protector than a RIO.

What's not seen, or actually, people fail to see, is the absolute protective streak following Ice. He checks, and double checks, for Ron. He makes sure he's alright. Safe. Hell, he makes sure he stop spending most of his night over review of flight plans to be sure they're flawless. (Because yes, Ice is one hell of a pilot, but he got am equation wrong one time and ron went all "and gentlemen, this is why I'm the RIO. Ice, honey, you follow through that shit you got there, we say hi to the mountain side from very close.". It was the only time, but for ron his safety was always before his own.) And eat. Because everyone who thinks slider is always eating can't be more wrong. He always has snacks hidden everywhere, sure, because Ice eats all the time. Ron would straight up forget sometimes.

But people don't notice the subtle ways.

Ron gets into one of his...uhm... usual trouble, at top gun too, if the way he sways on his feet and becomes pale after the afternoon playing beach volley means something. "I didn't not notice your boyfriend got heatstroke. I swear." Is the first thing he says to Chris over the phone, people would think he's calm, Ron and Chris know he's not. "You didn't not-- mh. Okay... I'll cross out heatstroke from our tab of shits that man got himself into to lead us to an early grave. Is he alright?" "Sleeping it off. He's better."

Mav learns, after hop 31, after top gun, after the Layton rescue, after getting together with Ice. Mav didn't really care for slider much before, him always being draped over ice made it also somewhat hard to have a moment alone with him. Not to mention the pet names. He honestly believed they were together, not realizing it was exactly the same way he always acted with Goose. But mav didn't exactly care, at first.

Until Ron bloody catches him when Mav slips from the ladder like an absolute rookie while trying to build a tree house for Bradley in their garden. It was the split decision, the way he didn't technically catch him, more like stopped his landing before Mav could crack himself open.

Ice is not sure how he feels, what he feels, when they walk back in the house, covered in dirt and a bit of blood.

"If you landed yourself another concussion I'm not gonna cover your ass with Chris. if you didn't land yourself one I swear, I'll make your head wish you did."

Mav learns that Ice is not actually angry, he's worried.

"Fine. Next time I'll let your idiot boyfriend fall all the way to the ground without trying." Muttered, like he doesn't really care. Ice knows him enough to know he would never. Mav's head is still wrapping around Ice's words.

"What you mean with another?!"

Mav learns.

And he learns it again, the hard way, when a car hits him, again.

But it's different this time, Ron learned, through a lot of threatening, he learned. But there was that kid who ran after his ball in the middle of the road. And there's a car coming up way too fast to stop in time.

The point is, mav learns that Ron is not just reckless like he had once thought, getting himself in various trouble, he's not like him. Most of the troubles have a reason that goes beyond Ron himself. And sometimes being reckless and selfless merge into a bit of a mess on the side of the road, with a kid wrapped securely in his arms, people screaming, mav running to him and ron trying to comfort the kid sniffling.

Mav learns, when he has to call Ice and Chris at home. From the fucking hospital. As his voice tremble as he tries to explain.

(Mav didn't care, he used not to care too much for him, all he knew was that he was a good enough RIO for Ice, and he could trust Ice's life in the air with him. But they all live together now, same roof, same rooms, living room, same days. And God, that fucking giant of a man will make him, them, go gray before they're even 30.)

@oh-surprise-its-me

Still a sketch, but a bit less messy, currently named "moments before disaster", just because.

Not sure what might have happened for sure, but sure enough Chris won't make it easy for Ron to be forgiven (for the scare). Nor will Ice the moment he finds out, and he will find out. He has a special sixth sense for his RIO. If they both found white hair on their heads, they know who to blame.

Might end up thinking of the angstiest idea for that. Or leave that to you, it's fine either way!!

[thewankbankuk]

BRUCE AND CHRIS

TAKE A HIKE

Bruce anxiously hopped out of the car.  He had just arrived at the national park with his best friend Chris and this was the day he would propose to him.

They met on the swim team in high school and quickly became good friends. They seemed to be together for every major event in each other’s lives since then. They won swim competitions together, went to the same college, and Chris was even there when Bruce’s mother passed away.

They dated for a bit in college, but after they graduated life seemed bent on keeping them apart.  They both got jobs in other cities and began to drift away. They would catch up every now and then by phone or skype, but it was never like old times. But Bruce was so excited when he got promoted and was transferred to the same city as Chris.

This hike meant so much to Bruce. It was a chance to not only celebrate his promotion, but it was also a way to really reconnect with Chris, without any outside interference. A chance to express his thoughts, emotions, and dreams for the future.

The plan was they would reach the mountain top right before sunset. Bruce would, of course, get down on one knee and confess his deep love to Chris. After Chris said yes, they would set up a site and spend a beautiful night under the stars.

Everything was going according to plan.  They had been hiking for 2 hours and would soon be at the peak. But then the strangest thing happened.  A man dressed head to toe in rubber stepped out of the woods in front of them. The man had a loose-fitting black rubber body suit on with rubber boots, rubber gloves, and a gasmask. The rubber man didn’t say anything to them, but they could hear the slow deep breaths coming from the gasmask.

Bruce and Chris looked at each other confused. The rubberman then reach out an arm and offered them a gasmask. Bruce and Chris didn’t say anything and began to turn around in hopes of avoiding any further interactions with the rubberman. As they did turn around though they noticed even more rubber men standing behind them.  As Bruce’s relief to finally be alone with Chris, quickly became anxiety that they were all alone in the woods with these crazy rubbermen. What were these men doing out here and what did they want with Bruce and Chris?

Both Bruce and Chris were very strong muscular young men, but there were too many of the rubbermen for them to overpower. The rubbermen were beginning to close in on them fast. So, Bruce and Chris began to run.

Pushing rubbermen out of their way they ran off of the path and into the woods. Bruce was so focused on running away from the rubbermen that he didn’t notice Chris had tripped over a tree root and fell. Giving just enough time for the rubbermen to swarm around Chris.

Chris yelled and Bruce turned around, but at this point Bruce was too far ahead to help Chris. But Bruce could see the rubbermen hold down Chris and force the gasmask over his head. The gasmask seemed to suction itself to Chris’s head, subduing the young man enough for the rubbermen to control him without much force.

The other rubbermen stopped trying to peruse Bruce and turned around and walked towards Chris. They formed a large circle around Chris and they began to breath heavily through their gasmask in unison.

Chris grabbed at the gasmask on his face trying to take it off. But the longer the gasmask was on the more relaxed Chris became. He then gave up trying to remove the mask and instead unhooked his backpack, letting it fall to the ground. He then pulled out his phone and took off his smartwatch. He placed them on the ground and began to violently smash each device with his boots until each was inoperable. Then Chris stood up straight and let his arms fall to his side, breathing in heavily through his gasmask in unison with the other rubbermen.

The rubbermen broke the circle and Chris began walking naked and robotically into the woods as if he knew where he was going. The other rubbermen began forming a line behind Chris and they all marched in unison.

Bruce watch, from a far, in horror and disbelief.  He envisioned his dream of being with Chris.  A dream that he could not let go of.  

He thought out loud, “What the hell is going on?“

” What the fuck have they done to Chris?“

He didn’t know what to do. They were so far from any kind of help. If Bruce left to get help, he may never see Chris again.

So, Bruce began to follow the men into the woods. If Bruce could just get to Chris and pull the gasmask off his face, they could bolt and hopefully lose the rubbermen.

The rubbermen continued to follow Chris into the woods until they reach an abandoned military complex. Out front of the complex were a few men not in rubber but military uniforms and gasmask. They saluted and watched the rubbermen and Chris walk into the complex. They then stood out front of the complex with rifles guarding the entrance.

It was dark outside and Bruce knew he wouldn’t be able to go through the front, so he began to walk around the complex looking for an alternate way inside. He walked up to a side door to see if it was open. When all of a sudden two military drones emerged from the door, grabbing Bruce and pulling him inside.

Once inside, Bruce quickly looked around trying to orient himself. It was a large dark concrete room with no windows. There were hundreds of crates, against the walls, stacked on each other. There was a single light, hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room, where the drones brought Bruce.

Bruce fought and struggled but it was no use. The drones overpowered Bruce and forced him to his knees. Pushing down firmly on his shoulder to hold him in place.

Bruce yelled out “Where’s Chris?”

“Why are you doing this to us?”

But the drones didn’t respond. Then Bruce heard footsteps and deep breathing in front of him. The drones let go of Bruce and he looked up in fear.

But it was just Chris, standing rigidly, completely naked over Bruce. Chris’s muscular body glistening with sweat. Bruce thought that Chris looked really hot. As the sound, the sounds of slow heavy breathing pulsating from the gasmask still over his head made Bruce a bit excited.

Bruce popped up and hugged Chris.

“Chris, I was so worried. Are you OK?” Bruce said, But Chris simply kept staring straight ahead as if he was looking past Bruce. Chris began breathing even heavier through the gasmask. Bruce tried to look into Chris’s eyes but was unable to see them through the dark lenses of the gasmask.  

Chris mindlessly pointed at one of the drones.  The drone put down its gun and walked over to one of the crates, opening it. The crates were full of gasmask and the drone grabbed one and walked over to Bruce, offering it to him. Bruce knocked it out of the drone’s hand and it fell to the floor. Bruce then reached up and tried to pull the gasmask from Chris’s face, but it was no use. The mask was suctioned too firmly.  It seemed to be fused to Chris now.  

Then one of the doors, to the room, swung open and hundreds of the rubbermen flooded into the room. Creating a circle of rubber around Chris and Bruce.  It was clear there was no escaping.  

Bruce began tearing up as the feelings of dread and despair grew inside him. He shook Chris as if trying to wake him from a dream.

But Chris was no longer there Bruce realized. Chris was just a mindless drone like the rest of them.

However, just as Bruce thought all hope was gone, Chris turned his head to Bruce. The lenses of the gasmask glowed as they looked directly into Bruce’s eyes. Chris then began to gently caress Bruce’s face. Bruce leaned into Chris’s hand and began to profess his feelings for Chris. He told Chris that he had always loved him, that life kept getting in the way of that love, and that he wanted to marry Chris so that they would be together forever.  Bruce shared how he had planned to propose on the mountain top as the sunset.  

In a deep robotic monotone voice, Chris responded to Bruce.

“Put on the gasmask Bruce”. Chris continued, “Everything will be better. No need to think. No need to worry, just mindless obedient bliss”.

Chris briefly paused, “We can be together forever. Isn’t that what you really wanted Bruce?”

Bruce began to cry even more, unsure of what to do, falling to Chris’s feet.

“Pick up the gasmask Bruce and put it on” Chris said. “It’s our only way Bruce!”

“Do it for me Bruce, because you love me. Show me how much you appreciate me, and how much you want to be with me”.

Bruce picked up the mask and looked up at Chris. He wanted to please Chris so badly and show Chris how much he loved him. He knew he would be trap into the collective and this would be his new life from now on.  It was his only way he could be with Chris.

“JUST FOR YOU BABY!”   Bruce replied as he slowly slides the gasmask over his head and took his first deep breath. The mask immediately suctioned itself to his head beginning to fuse with his skin. The gas from the mask began to take affect and Bruce began to relax. He started to hear the voices and commands of the collective in his mind and Bruce felt numb and obedient.

Bruce wouldn’t mindlessly obey the orders of the collective, but most importantly he was overwhelmed with joy when he realized he would from now on be perpetually connected to Chris. He could hear Chris’s thought and share the same mindless bliss. They were finally a unit and nothing would separate them ever again.

Bruce stood up letting his arms fall to his side as the gasmask took over complete control of his mind. Knowing this was where he was supposed to be.  A couple drones brought over rubber suits. Bruce and Chris eagerly dawned the rest of their rubber body suits happily joining the collective knowing they would be together forever.  

[thefanficmonster]

Angel With A Shotgun

Rick Flag (The Suicide Squad) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE NEW SUICIDE SQUAD MOVIE, Death, Blood and Gore, Swearing

Summary: Being Christopher Smith’s best friend since the early days of army training camps Y/N is more than honored to be going on a mission with him. Little does she know, there are more secrets at play than she could ever imagine. Good thing the girl’s always prepared.

Requested by no one, I’m just PISSED!!! The writers did us dirty AS FUCK and I’m not gonna stay quiet about it so please enjoy this fic and let’s pretend it’s canon. Cool? Cool.

“Careful up there, ok?“ That’s the last thing he said to me before we went our separate ways, following the plan we had conjured up earlier. I knew he wasn’t referring to the bombs I was supposed to plant or the ‘always watch your back, even around allies’ rule. He meant it genuinely. And he meant it for me. That sentence coupled with the look in his eyes when they met mine was enough for me to read between the words and grasp the true message.

And all I could do was offer him a small nod and an even smaller smile.

A smile he vaguely returned before turning and walking off with Cleo and Grieves. And that’s how I remembered him, wishing for that picture to be the one I remember of him in case I die.

In case I die.  I never considered the other possibility.

“Listen, Y/N. I’m gonna do something bad. Something really horrible. But it’s the right thing to do. I must do it. You know I only do things I must, right? You know me.“ He pleaded with me, eyes begging me to trust him as he basically told me he was derailing from the plan we had constructed down to the tiniest detail. 

My hands shook as I adjusted the bomb to the wall, my eyes widening and any words I wanted to tell him dying in my throat, leaving me speechless before him. As if automatically, my head moved on its own, nodding. It’s the only thing I’ve known I guess. Chris says something and I automatically agree cause I trust him limitlessly. Isn’t that how it always is with best friends after all? Can anyone blame me really?

But can anyone also blame me for my gut screaming not to let it go so easily?

There’s no real friends in the field, Y/N. He’s got a mission, you’ve got one of your own. You shouldn’t even be here, goddamn it! Go! GO, right this instant!

Gut feelings, the closest thing to being psychic. And boy does Flag owe my gut feeling his life.

But heroism always comes at a price, doesn’t it? There’s always a reward and a price that you never saw coming in the first place.

The reward is easy to guess, but the price can vary so drastically it can never be measured or foreseen.

That’s what happened to me when I decided to follow Chris.

The task I gave myself upon boarding the aircraft was simple, and the biggest price in my eyes was losing my life but I was already prepared for that when Waller recruited me on the very first mission.

Little did I know the price of saving Rick would be the look of utter betrayal in my best friend’s eyes, looking at me with the same intensity as a hundred voices screaming ‘TRAITOR’ at me.

“I’m sorry, Chris.“ I managed to say, my hands gripping the shotgun with all my might just so I don’t drop it. “You were sent here to cover up Waller’s dirty laundry, and I came here to protect Flag.” I cock my gun upwards, praying Chris doesn’t notice how shaky my hands are. “So keep your hands off him!“

He shakes his head, “You have no fucking idea what you’re doing, Y/N! Him over me?! Some fucking nobody over someone who’s been by your side for a whole fucking decade?!“

I gulp, my resolve only strengthening as a result of his guilt tripping. “You heard me. Friends or family, you don’t get a second chance for being a traitor.”

“Me?! I’M the traitor here?! He just threatened to send our country into chaos because of his righteousness!“ He roared, his gun clutched just as tightly. It may be the tension suggesting it but eventually, I know it’ll come down to who’ll pull the trigger first.

And that realization has cold sweat running down my body.

“Fake peace built atop lies is worse than a war!“ I snap, now aiming my gun at him, determined to be the first to send a bullet flying across the room. Not cause I want to survive for myself. But for Rick. If I die, so will he. Chris doesn’t play fair. Rick is knocked out and Chris won’t even think before turning his body into a bag of bullets. 

I won’t let that happen.

A gun’s pointed at me now too, sending my heart beating louder.

“Then you’ve picked the wrong side.“ He mutters with despise, “If you see me as no friend, I have no reason to hold back either.“

And that’s the last push I needed to send those three bullets I had with his name on them straight into his chest, at least one undoubtedly hitting his heart.

Did it hurt with all the memories we have made together in mind? Of course it fucking did. I may be a soldier/criminal but I’m not made out of stone, damn it.

But did it feel relieving knowing what he was seconds away from doing? Pains me to admit but yes.

With a heavy sigh I sling my shotgun over my shoulder and carefully walk over to Rick’s still unconscious form laying on the tiled floor.

“Colonel?“ I whisper, ducking down to give his shoulder a slight shake, “Flag, please don’t do me like this, wake up. Please wake up, Rick.“ I jump, almost losing my balance when I hear what sounds to be Harley screaming for a brief second before a loud crash echoes above.

I can’t stay here with whatever hell my teammates are going through going on above my head, threatening to wipe them all out and them Rick and me too. So, I make a quick and a rather stupid decision. Slinging one of Rick’s arms over my shoulders I wrap an arm around his waist and somehow manage to hoist him up, bringing him weakly to his feet and earning a small groan from him as if reaching me from the other side of a wall of fog.

“There you are, Colonel. Let’s go, the team’s counting on us.“ I say, desperately trying to push forward with the weight of my shotgun and Rick pushing my already exhausted and weak body down.

“Y/N...that you?“ He asks, his voice groggy, “Or am I dead? Are you an angel? Where am I?“ 

Damn Chris must’ve knocked his head pretty hard, I think to myself.

Just as I’m about to answer, Rick lifts up his hand to run it over his face to help himself wake up fully but he accidentally hits the handle of my shotgun, causing him to let out a chuckle. “Angel with a shotgun, I see. Then it must be you, Y/N.”

“Bet on it, Flag.“ I reply with a chuckle, almost sighing with relief when he manages to hold some of his weight up by himself, “Not gonna lie, you gave me quite the scare.“

“Never gonna happen again. That’s a promise, doll.“ He drawls, his head resting against my shoulder more as an endearing gesture than need for support.

“Better keep it. Not looking forward to finding you actually dead one day.“

“No worries, angel. No such thing will happen.“

“Good.“

He knows better than to disobey an angel with a shotgun. Smart man.

[queenshelby]

The Necklace

31 Days of Kink: Day 24

Pairing: Chris (Free Fire) x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 1788

Your husband Chris was perfect. Caring and loving, always needing and wanting to spoil you with gifts.

Quite often, during his deals, he would get some extra for you as part of the transaction and it was just yesterday that he gifted you a beautiful necklace for which you hadn’t even thanked him yet.

Your surprises and gifts for him were different, physical and erotic.

When he came home after a long day, you would often wait for him in some nice lingerie and then let him have his way with you.

But it was hardly his way alone. He always made sure to please you. Yet, you enjoyed the thought of being taken by him and he sure didn’t mind to play along.

It was just like that tonight, when he walked through the door of your condo and you didn’t even bother wearing anything at all this time around. Anything but the necklace he had given you.

‘Jesus Fucking Christ’ Chris huffed out as he walked into the door and saw you sitting there, completely nude, on one of the bar chairs.

‘Well hello there husband’ you winked and he immediately dropped his bag which contained cash and several guns, before taking off his jacket, shoes, shirt and jeans in a haste.

‘What do you want Love?’ he then asked, smirking at you through his moustache, while wearing nothing but his sexy black briefs.

‘What I want is for you to throw me down onto the couch and do what you want with me’ you said eagerly and, just like that, a sense of heat spread across Chris’s body, making it difficult for him to think of any retort.

When he finally walked over towards you, instead of kissing him, you grabbed his hand, pushed it against your already wet mound to collect some of your wetness and then brought that hand to your mouth and sucked at a finger.

‘Have me the way you want Chris’ you said with your finger in his mouth.

His cock strained at his boxers, screaming out for deliverance. You moved on to the other fingers, sucking at each one to taste the wetness that dappled them. The sight floored him, the desire rising higher, the heat burning hotter.

When you finished cleaning his fingers of your own wetness, you stared straight at him.

‘Please, Chris, take me, take me right fucking now...’ you said and you knew that he loved it when you begged for him.

Chris grabbed you by the hips, carried you across the room and tossed your down onto the couch.

‘Is that what you want Love?’ Chris smirked as pushed down his briefs, letting his hard cock spring free.

‘Oh yes’ you cried excitedly and, just as you did, his hands went to slide down your thighs before he positioned himself on top of you.

He was ready and eager and, without losing any time, he quickly pushed inside you, the warmth and wetness of your channel eagerly welcoming him. That sensation made him buck his hips, sending more of his length through that slit. As you moaned, he took a firm hold of your thighs, and drove forward, fitting every inch inside you.

Your moan turned into a squeal, your back arching sharply, your legs trembling in his grasp.

Chris took his time indulging in the moment. The silky heat of your pussy was an exquisite present. Quivers ran over him as he let his eyes drink in the expression currently plastered across your face, the raw desire etched there, your eyes lit up with lust, your lips gasping open as you took shallow breaths, your cheeks flushing darker.

Oh god yes’ you moaned, reciprocating with your own intent gaze.

His hips drew back, and he glanced down to watch your slit letting him leave, the inches of his shaft now gleaming with juices. A whine came from you, but fortunately for you, his retreat was only halfway, as he shoved forward, driving back inside you, making your squeal happily.

He growled at how desperately your pussy clutched at him. His grip on your thighs was unforgiving, his fingers digging into the flesh there. Your squeal calmed into purrs, and you wriggled restlessly, your hands clenched on the arm of the couch just above your head.

Again, his hips drew back, and again that retreat was met with a whine. Once again, your misery was short-lived, his cock only slipping out halfway before he sent it back all the way into that welcoming channel, the slightly harder thrust jarring you.

‘Ooh fuck yes, Chris, fuck’ you moaned and your coo of praise drew another growl from him, and he slid back again, watching your delight morph into misery, watching the misery revert to delight thanks to another thrust.

The misery disappeared altogether as he began to fuck you, holding tightly to your thighs, using that grip to keep your legs raised and spread, making sure there was nothing that could get in between your bodies. His hips pumped smoothly, the rhythm insistent but not too harsh, keeping some strength in reserve.

Full-throated cries erupted from you. They were mostly wordless expressions of pleasure, but every so often, there would come a wail of ‘Chris’. Hearing you call out to him made him fuck you harder, his cock screwing through your channel, his balls whacking loudly against your taint.

Those cries calmed then, and he felt your pussy spasming around him. Your orgasm was strong, shudders breaking over your figure, juices streaming from your sex. You were staring up towards him, but your eyes were unfocused.

He thrust to the base inside you, and held himself there, wanting to luxuriate in the moment once again, thrilled that he had so easily brought about ecstasy for you.

‘Chris’ you purred as your tongue peeked out to run over your lips, drawing his attention to them.

He stared into your eyes and then kissed you passionately, his moustache tingling your skin above your lips as he did.  You moaned into his mouth with your legs wrapped around him. He let his tongue sneak past your lips to wriggle against you.

Your squirming was restless, your legs tightening around him, your hands grabbing at his shoulders. The slick warmth surrounding his cock was a wondrous delight, those tender muscles clutching desperately, hoping to keep him entrenched there.

Besides the squirming, you were content to be underneath him, to let him have his way with you, to let his tongue roam around in your mouth. There was no attempt to make him start thrusting again.

Chris drew back, breaking the kiss before he caught your hands by the wrists. There was a squeak of surprise from you as he pulled you up and pinned those hands to the armrest. You were face to face and Chris had immobilised you, causing you to moan in almost fearful lust and hunger for him.

He kissed you again. There was no fight in you, no resistance, no struggling. You only moaned into his mouth as you made out.

Moments later, he drew his hips back, and began to fuck you again, slowly working his way up to the previous pace.

Another orgasm soon ran over you, as evidenced by your muffled cry and the wild spasming of your channel.

Again, he broke the kiss, partly to better hear that cry. It rang out loud in the living room, the ecstatic notes provoking him to fuck you even harder. His hips snapped back and forth, pinning you to the couch along with his hands, that combination making sure you was completely helpless.

‘Fuck yes’ he groaned and you squealed giddily, delighted that Chris was fucking you so ruthlessly.

More ecstasy washed over your already wracked frame and the thrusts still carried on, sending Chris’s cock deep inside you again and again. The repeating whack of his balls slapping against your taint was loud in the room. As he fucked you, he groaned and grunted, sucking at your neck. His hands were tight around your wrists, almost to the point of pain, but whatever discomfort there was only accentuated your helplessness.

There was no doubt now in him, no restraint, no hesitation. The couch creaked from his efforts, his grunts and groans loud in your ears, the smell of his sweat tickling her nose. You complemented his grunts and groans with your moans and mewls.

His hands squeezed harder at your wrists, a delicious pain sparking there. And then he thrust deep and stopped, his cock throbbing dangerously.

‘Fill me up Chris, please’ you cooed, anticipating the gift he was about to give you.

He came inside you, the first burst sending you straight into another orgasm, the following ones increasing your ecstasy. As much as you had wanted to say something when you had felt that heated flood roiling through you, all that you had managed was a soft mewl, a meek and pitiful sound. Your pussy met the deluge with a gush of its own and you shuddered amidst the euphoria, feeling the rest of the spurts fire off inside you.

Your legs relaxed from around his waist as your ecstasy dwindled, and by the time it had transitioned into afterglow, were slumped on the couch. The last spurt joined the rest, and Chris sighed in satisfaction, burying his face into the crook of your neck, not claiming another mouthful of flesh but rather just resting there.

After a few moments, he slid his hips back, letting that softening shaft slip from you.

By now, he had let go of your wrists, and was sitting back, his eyes fixed intently on your slit. Understanding what he wanted to see, and all too eager to give it to him, you spread your legs wider, showing off your slit and the river of semen starting to ooze forth. A blush bloomed on your skin at how entranced he was by the sight of you leaking his cum.

You purred happily, sinking back into the couch, your body unwinding. The afterglow was glorious, suffusing you with a luxurious calm. Your eyes closed, all the better to savor it.

‘I love coming home to my beautiful wife’ Chris then barely managed to say as his breathing returned to normal, taking you into his arms as he did.

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[babyyweebbitch]

Please stay with me — Remake

Soo I reread the one I did before and I wanted to remake it because it wasn’t as good (heres the first one) I hope I can make this one better 😭😭 Also, grab tissues. I made this TOO sad

TW // death ; blood ; funeral ; severe depression & relapse

summary: Chris Redfield and his wife were on a mission a seven months after Piers’ death. His wife has been Captain of their team ever since that day.

Seven months ago Piers Nivans died in order to save Chris’ life and for the BSAA. Chris was still fucked up after that day and he thinks about it almost every day. He took a break from the BSAA since his wife made him. It wasn’t a very long one though, he missed being at work, he missed his coworkers and he missed her

Chris resigned as Captain and let his wife replace him. It was a very emotional day not not only for her and Chris but for the entire BSAA because they’ve never had a woman as Captain before. She was a good captain probably even better than Chris. Despite her height, weight and basically being the youngest on that team at 28. She was undoubtedly the best captain in years

Her team along with Chris were on a mission. Their mission was to take out the enemy, find three hostages and disable the bombs set in the building “Okay men… we’re gonna be splitting into three teams since there’s a lot of us here. Team A; Corey, John and Andrew. Your job is to find out where the bombs are and disable them as quickly as possible.”

“Yes ma’am!” The three went off to do their job as told

“Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark, you’re in charge of finding and getting the hostages to safety out of this building. You three can split up, stay together I don’t care. As long as your job is done”

“Ma’am” the three left

She turned to Eric and Chris who were standing together “what a coincidence, you two are with me.” She said with a slight smile on her face, walking ahead of the two Eric leaned over to Chris “She’s so cool…” Chris thought of Finn the moment he said that, he couldn’t help but to smile and look at him “I know…”

“Stop standing around we have a mission you know!” She yelled out to the two of them. Chris and Eric quickly made their way to the door the enemies were behind, Chris was silent the entire time before he was quickly checked back into reality with a pat on the shoulder “you okay? We need you fully here for this” his wife said as he looked down at her and nodded “yeah I’m okay…”

Chris, his wife and Eric all prepared as the door was blown open and guns were firing. The three did take cover just in time. After about five minutes of gun fire and fighting it finally stopped, thinking they had all the enemies taken care of they all stood up “good job! We did it — Chris!” Y/N called out as she did catch a glimpse of an enemy that didn’t die somehow standing up and pointing their gun towards Chris.

She quickly ran towards Chris and pushed him out the way, for Chris it’s almost like everything was happening in slow motion. He had to process everything leading up to that moment. He heard a scream of pain when his head finally cleared, looking up to see his wife shot in the sternum and Eric shooting the enemy down

She started to fall and Chris caught her before she hit the floor, his eyes started filling up with tears as he looked at her “baby please… tell me this is a joke!”

She knew she was dying, her body felt so cold from the inside out she, she coughed before reaching into one of her many pokes on her pants “c…Chris… do me a favour okay? Please…. stay safe” she handed him her wedding ring, she never wore it during missions to avoid it getting broken, rusted or something. So she held it in her pocket where it was safe “I… feel so… cold”

Chris looked at the ring then at her “no don’t say that! You’re gonna be fine! You’re gonna be fine! Please stay with me!” He started crying, Eric stood by as Team B; Phil, Jean and Mark came in. They surprisingly finished the bomb quicker than expected “Captain w—“ Mark was starting to talk but he quickly stopped when he realised what was happening

“Guys… take care of him for me…” she struggled to talk. She looked up at Chris to see him crying, she lifted her Hand up to his cheek to wipe his tears one last time “no no… don’t cry hon… I’ll tell my parents you said hi… I love you..” Chris held onto her hand and his heart practically stopped the moment he felt her hand and body go heavy and her head fall back … she was dead now

“No…. Please come back! Please don’t go! Y/N!!!” He held her body close and just sobbed, Eric and team B were tearing up and trying to wipe their tears

It took a while to get Chris to let go of her body and let them put her on a stretcher and on the truck so they can go back. When they finally did everyone on the team was there. It took three guys to pry him off of her This was the first time they’ve ever seen him cry like this

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It’s been almost a month since she’s died, Chris looked horrible. He hasn’t shaved, left the house, he started drinking again and Claire had to clean him up at night since he wasn’t sober enough to even do it himself. The house looked like shit especially the room Chris and his wife shared

It was the day of the funeral and Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the picture of him and her on their wedding day back in 2007. He somehow managed to even get up that day and not drink. He showered that morning, got dressed in a suit and did his hair. He still didn’t shave though

Claire came in “Chris? You ready?” She asked. She had on a black dress on “I guess so…” Chris responded. He stood up and placed the picture down on the night stand and grabbed the necklace he had with his wife’s ring on it.

Claire fixed his tie and jacket before they left. Chris was always taking care of her when she was younger so now it was time for her to take care of her older brother “good. Let’s go” Claire let him walk in front of her to the car. She drove because one he couldn’t think straight enough to drive and he was completely hung over from drinking too much

After about a 45 minute drive they arrived to where her funeral was being held at. Everyone they knew was there, Leon, their BSAA team, Her family. It was hard for him to see her brother and sister at their older sisters funeral

The ceremony, the viewing and speeches all happened and Chris barely even got through his speech without crying

(Im so so so sorry for this next part)

Chris’ speech: “Y/N was an amazing person, she always took care of everyone, me, her siblings, our team, Claire… everyone. She put everyone before herself no matter who they were. She joined the BSAA not because of herself because of her parents death in Raccoon City. She promised them she would do something in any way to stop what happened in Raccoon from ever happening again. She treated our team like her family and even the rookies as her kids even if they were a few years younger then her. She was an even amazing person and wife. And I miss her dearly.”

There wasn’t a single dry eye in that room when Chris said his speech. After everything, everyone went inside to eat and talk.

Chris sat with Claire and Y/N’s siblings. He just picked at his food and stared at the plate. He was terrifyingly silent before Leon came over “hey Chris… how are you holding up?” Leon asked as he stared at Chris. He could tell how hard this has affected Chris. “I’m fine…”

“Chris… You need to eat. All you’ve done in the past month was drink, workout and cry… You need to at least eat something” Claire said “she wouldn’t want this… Her or Piers wouldn’t want you to be like this. Y/N would be yelling at you if she saw you picking at your food like this. We both know she would”

Chris’ eyes started to water once again before he spoke “I…. I know.. but I just miss her so much, Claire… we were gonna start a family together… she wanted to have kids and get a bigger house so we can have a big family… now I can’t have one because she’s the only person I wanted a family with…” Chris sighed softly as he wiped his eyes

“I miss her too… we all do…” Leon commented looking down at his plate. Chris eventually ended up eating his food and everyone left to go home. The entire drive home was deafening to the point you can hear a pin drop

When he got home he changed inside a fresh pair of clothes and he started to clean the house, starting with the bedroom and ending in the Kitchen. He cleaned it exactly how she’d like it and when he was finished around 3:32 am he sat on the couch and sighed

They were right… She would yell at him if she saw the way he was, how the house was when she died

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After a few years pass it’s before the entire Village situation. Every week since the funeral Chris visited her grave and just talked to her for a bit. On her birthday he spent almost half the day there, on new year’s he watched the fireworks by your gave.

He still hasn’t moved on since her death he can’t even get into another relationship with a woman since her death but it’s not like he can find anyone else like her… and honestly he didn’t want to.

IM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR MAKING THIS EVEN SADDER tbh tho I started tearing up writing this

[nothing-but-dreamy]

DRINKING SHOTS WITH CHRIS AND LEON PT. 2

A/N: So, one person asked for a sequel and even I couldn't get these two out of my mind so, here it is: the unplanned second part. Just enjoy it

Characters: Leon Kennedy; Chris Redfield; Reader

Warnings: angst; fluff

Words: 2.016

As you awoke the next morning, you remembered every single bit of the last night and even if you would hope it would be just a dream, you knew it was all real.

Chris as a cuddly teddy, you never thought this was possible.

How he has called you his 'little baby sister'.

And most important, Leon Kennedy had kissed you.

You had an odd feeling about that but you and Leon had to talk.

"Hey, Chris.", you greeted the big guy who sat alone at a table in the dining room.

"Ugh, not so loud.", Chris whined and held his head.

"Sorry. How are you doing?", you asked, slightly regretting his state because of you.

"Fucking wonderful. Next time, remind me that I don't wanna drink with you. Never again. Why are you even this fit?", he asked low, checking your appearance.

You searched for an answer because Leon's kiss had made you sober almost immediately, "Oh, uhm... Water. That's the trick. Where's Leon?"

"I hope he’s rotting in hell for not stopping you.", Chris cursed without looking up.

"He's at the shooting range.", a team mate called through the room.

You frowned. The shooting range was the last place you had expected Leon to be for such an hour but on the other hand, it was what he did when he needed distraction.

You patted Chris encouragingly on his shoulder before you turned around to leave him alone with his hungover.

As you reached the shooting range, Leon stood there, tall and proud with the gun in his hand. He aimed for a wooden target several metres away. You watched him correcting his stand, raising the gun before he pulled the trigger to make a perfect shot in the middle of the head.

Like always, you liked watching Leon. This man was good at anything he touched. He even had trained you at your first days but now, as you looked at him, something felt different. You weren't just impressed by him. You were admiring him. And to your surprise, this wasn't even a new feeling. It always had been there.

You weren't sure if he had seen you until, "Good morning.", Leon said low without looking at you while aiming for the next shot. He pulled the trigger and hit the wooden target in the spot where the heart would be.

As he was done, Leon put the gun down and secured it before he turned over to you, leaning with crossed arms against the table behind him.

Suddenly, everything felt awkward around you. You swallowed down the knot that had appeared in your throat. Everything had made sense in your head but now, where you stood in front of Leon, your brain felt like mud, "Y-you look good. Aren't you hungover?"

"No. Water is the trick.", Leon answered low but then, he went silent.

You stepped forward, trying to calm yourself with your hands buried deep into your pockets, "We should talk.", you said finally as the silence was too much.

'No, we should forget what happened.', Leon thought but as he saw your waiting and mostly insecure glance he couldn't say it, "Yeah.", he admitted finally.

"That wasn't what you really wanted to say, right?", you guessed.

Leon was surprised. Could you read him this easily? You knew him well but he always hoped he wasn't this easy to decipher.

You looked at the ground, playing with a small rock with your foot, "Actually, I can understand if you say it was just because of the alcohol. We can forget it.", you offered an easy way out and before Leon could say something, you turned around to leave. Taking his silence as an answer and losing your courage.

"It wasn't just because of the alcohol.", he said low and for a moment, he thought you hadn't heard him.

But then you stopped, facing him with your back, "So, what Chris said was the truth? You like me and never said something?"

"I haven't had much luck with women and you know that.", Leon said and as you turned around, he looked at the ground.

He was right. Since you knew him, he had flirted with some women and sometimes, he had spent the night with them but nothing lasted very long. You always asked yourself why it was like this because, in the end, Leon was handsome as hell, funny, nice, protective ... actually, everything you searched in a man, "It could be different between us.", you said low.

Leon looked up into your eyes. Hope was displayed in them and for a moment, he considered giving in but Leon had to be stronger, "I doubt that. It has nothing to do with you-"

"Right."

Leon stepped forward, "Believe me, yn. It's not about you. Yes, yesterday, with the alcohol, I got the courage to kiss you but...it should be a one time thing. Trust me, it won't end well if we try something. Our friendship is more important."

You nodded slowly before you went away avoiding that Leon could see your tears you tried to hold back. He wanted to stop you but he couldn't. He had seen the tears and the sight hurted more than he thought. That was exactly what he wanted to avoid, seeing you hurt because of him.

**

Leon stayed at the shooting range until his gun was empty and the wooden target almost destroyed. He had taken his anger out on it. Over and over, his mind was running through the happenings. The kiss. The talk. The things he had said. Your tears.

It was true, he liked you a lot and many times he had imagined to have you by his side as more than just a friend but then, he reminded himself how the most things with women ended for him and the last thing he wanted was to lose you.

Leon decided to go back into his room to find some distraction and to get a clear mind. As he walked through the dining room, he spotted Chris sitting at a table, a bottle of water in front of him, "You're such an idiot! I hope you know that.", Leon said angrily, stopping next to his friend.

Chris held his head between his hands, "Whoa! Quieter, please! And I have no idea what you mean.", he whined.

"You told yn that I like her.", Leon pointed out, ignoring the painful expression of his friend.

Chris looked up, confusion written on his face, "I did- what? No, I didn't. I would remember that!"

Leon chuckled dryly, "Sure. You remember calling her your 'little baby sister'?"

Chris' eyes went big, "I did... Oh, bloody hell! You think she's mad?", Chris asked fearfully.

Leon huffed out, rolling with his eyes, "Not about you.", he muttered.

"What are you talking about?", Chris asked confused.

But Leon just shook his head. It wasn't to blame Chris. In the end, Leon had kissed you. No one had forced him to do that. He had been weak for one second and now he had to deal with it, "Nothing, forget it. If you see her, tell me.", Leon said and went to his room.

**

The whole day, you were running up and down in your room, considering what you should do or what you wanted. And even if it became evening, you were still busy with thinking. All his words Leon had said were running through your brain over and over again.

He was right. Your friendship was great but you were sure, you and Leon could combine the friendship with a relationship and it would be even more great. You really believed that.

You stopped because you had enough of all the thinking with no point. With determination, you left your room and a few moments later, you knocked firmly at Leon's door.

Slightly annoyed, Leon opened the door. His face changed as he saw you, "YN? Wh-"

"One time thing my ass!", you said, grabbing Leon by his collar to bring him down to kiss him. It was a hungry, desperate kiss with all the emotions you had and as you two broke apart for air, Leon looked you deeply in the eyes. His rapid breath was fanning over your face while you waited for any kind of reaction.

He took some time to look at you. Your eyes were filled with hunger and your lips slightly swollen. Like always, you were simply perfect, and still Leon had doubts. He leant his forehead against yours, "We... we shouldn't do that.", he whispered but even for him, it didn't sound that convincing.

"You already said that.", you cupped his face, searching his eyes, "Listen, I understand your point, Leon. But you know me. I'm not just some random girl. We're doing the same things. We’re facing the same things. We're fighting side by side. And if you give this a try, I will even fight for us to work out."

"But I don't wanna hurt you..."

"Then, instead, forget your concerns for one second and tell me what you want.", you breathed with a racing heart. This, right now, was the time for honest talk and you feared the outcome.

Softly, he leant his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, "You're unbelievable. I'm not strong enough to resist you, you know that, right?", Leon asked low.

"I know. And now, please, answer the question. Leon, what do you really want?", you asked.

Determined, he opened his eyes, "I want you.", Leon answered before he cupped your face and crashed his lips on yours. You snaked your arms around his neck and swiftly, Leon raised you from your feet to carry you inside.

You steadied yourself with your legs around his waist as Leon kicked the door shut and pressed you against it. Pinning you with his lower body, Leon roamed over your curves with his hands and slid underneath your shirt to feel your soft skin.

You did the same, just more eager. You grabbed the rim of his shirt to pull it over his head. Hungrily, your hands were dancing over his muscled chest. Touching as much as you could find of him. While Leon kissed down your neck, you clawed your fingers into his long hair which caused him to moan because of your roughness.

Slowly, Leon looked up into your face, admiring everything on you before he carried you to his bed, hovering above you, "God damnit, you're so much hotter than I imagined.", he said, roaming over your body with his eyes.

You smirked, stroking over his naked back and scratching into his skin what let him shudder. You were about to say something as several strong knocks let you two freeze, "Leon!"

Leon laid his index finger on his lips to signal you to stay silent and you nodded. But as it knocked again, you shrieked slightly by surprise and Leon placed his hand over your mouth before he answered as calmly as possible: "Yeah? What is it?"

"I... I haven't seen yn the whole day. I can't find her. You think she's alright?", Chris asked through the closed door.

Looking at you with a devilish smirk, Leon called back: "Yeah, I'm sure she's pretty fine. I guess we will see her later." Leon answered grinning. As he heard Chris’ slowly leaving footsteps, he removed his hand from your mouth.

"Shouldn't we tell him something?", you asked, thinking about Chris and how concerned he had sounded.

Leon shook his head slowly, "No. He was the one who had blurted out my feelings for you. He can suffer a little bit more."

"Actually, Chris is the reason why I'm here right now. You should thank him.", you responded with a smirk.

Leon leant down, matching your smirk and nudging your nose with his own, "Maybe. But not yet. My attention is somewhere else right now.", he breathed before he kissed you deeply.

None of you knew where this would lead but silently you and Leon swore to each other to make this work.

[westwingwolf]

In this post, I go into a long, defensive character/ship study for reflection after New Blood so for the sake of not clogging the tag and anyone who doesn’t want to see it or doesn’t want to be spoiled, it’s under the cut.

I think if you are looking for Tim to apologize for some of those early days, you are going to be disappointed. At least for a while. Because Tim sees a lot of what he did as practical training methods he’d use on any other rookie. Whether that’s right or wrong in your opinion, doesn’t matter. It’s how Tim sees it and therefore how the writers intend for him to see it. For all else, any time Tim crossed a line: he was called out, acknowledged it himself, apologized and/or thanked Lucy for her help.

A lot of those things were what Tim was going to do to any rookie if he thought that was the type of training the rookie needed. Tim says he is a show type of guy. He isn’t just going to tell a rookie the wrong or right method. He is going to create a scenario in which they learn it the hard way but in a safe, controlled environment. He was going to kick Jackson out of the car if he got the answer wrong, but Jackson got it right. And when he realized Jackson needed a different type of training to help him get over his fear of gunfire or quit or else Angela would get fired, he changed his tactics. And both times literally end up saving his own life. Lucy knew exactly where she was when she radioed that Tim had been shot. Jackson ran down the armed guy shooting at Tim because Tim said if he couldn’t get into the fight to stay in the car, so Jackson found a way around that.

The way Lucy words it, it doesn’t sound like she believes that Tim tormented her all through the job. Just that first day (well, and the second but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt that those first 2 shifts can be treated like a first day) and some time after. Because the next thing she mentioned as a month later is the bathroom incident. That happened the day Tim came back to work after being shot. In between time which she spent an entire shift with Officer Wrigley(?) who was nice and treated her like a rockstar, and was boring because he wouldn’t take interesting calls. She is stuck with that until Tim questions if she is just going to let a criminal get away when she can do something about it. She called him a pain in her ass which he responded was the job. In that moment you can see that Lucy is not going to back down, and that Tim sees this as how to best train her. Their reactions of each other shows a mutual understanding of the other and the start of an acceptance. And maybe Tim does torment Lucy a little all through the job just to keep her on her toes.

As to the bathroom incident: in Amber, Harper made a point of saying how important it is to find a proper bathroom so that’s obviously something they teach at the academy or veterans learn through experience. And Lucy knew to secure the bathroom which she did. Just not enough. And Tim knew that would probably happen so he took advantage of that. Just as he would if any other rookie who needed that type of training had done that. This happened before he got the call about Isabel. The things he did after, intentionally starting a fight with the biker gang, that was out of line because he was upset about Isabel. And Lucy called him out on that. Just as she has done every time since Tim has stepped over the line.

I don’t believe Lucy actually gets triggered when she walks into a shoe store. Exaggeration to prove a point through humor. I laughed anyways. Especially since I’m sure the things that actually trigger Lucy are more like complete darkness and locked in confined, tight places. Does he say boot more than anyone else? Yes. Does that change depending on the outward image Tim is trying to convey? Also yes. The hardass Tim was those first few days/weeks/months (depending on which timeline we are going with) is not who he truly is. And Lucy knows that. She sticks up for him more than anyone. She calls him out on his shit, but also reminds him he is a good person. That side of him only comes back out when he truly fears not being tough will cause a setback. Such as when he yelled at her for having something in her gun hand other than her gun after Chris was shot and his TO pointed out that he told him how to proceed and his rookie didn’t listen. And Lucy wasn’t even mad at Tim about that because by then she knows him and what he is like. All her anger was at Emmett for stepping in where he shouldn’t. Because Lucy can handle herself, and she can handle Tim. Which Tim knows perfectly well and has said so. If Lucy was truly so upset by all that Tim has done, she wouldn’t insist that they are friends. Yes, she was eager to get out of training, but she also took the time to ensure that they had proper acknowledgment as to the closure of her training. And an acceptance that they would be friends from this point on was admitted by both of them in that “see you tomorrow.”

I’ll grant you the lessons can go overboard, but they actually work. When Lucy was in that bomber’s house after he set a bomb, she told Harper to get clear of the house and radio for help. Why? Because she learned that radio frequencies can sometimes set off bombs. She never forgot that lesson. And used it as payback for Tim later so double bonus.

So here is where Lucy can differ from any other rookie trained the same way by Tim. She learned those lessons and remembers them later when she is more or less by herself. It’s not just something that can be told and hope you remember when the necessary time comes. It is something lived through experience, again in a safer and more controlled environment, that she remembers. Maybe not all rookies would, but she did. And where she differs is how she gets Tim back anytime she feels he needs payback: stealing his money clip, giving him her bar tab as an evaluation, giving him his own powder bomb, etc. Things no other rookie would dare try, and he lets her get away with it. Because I think he actually likes that he found someone who can match his diabolical ways. Honestly, if these two weren’t such good people at heart, they’d pair up to be the world’s greatest supervillains.

Jackson called Lucy out on why would she want Tim to torment someone else if she hated how he treated her. So either she didn’t have that big of a problem with it or she doesn’t like the implication that it was something wrong about her that Tim felt warranted that kind of treatment. Yes, Lucy needs praise. She has always needed praise. Especially from authority figures. (Yes, I know the implications of that from a shipping POV, but if you are already shipping Chenford, you’re either ignoring it or waiting until it’s no longer an issue or both.) It’s clear from her relationship with her parents that she at first tried to get it from them. That’s why she studied psychology. To please them. And once she found what she wanted and stuck with it, she thought they’d be happy for her and she’d get that praise but she didn’t. She is still looking for it in her life. So she looks at this situation as there must have been something wrong with her and somehow the new rookie is better. Which Tim disproves. It wasn’t about her being less than; it’s about her being different and needing different training tactics. And her differences are actually things Lucy values, and Tim values too (clearly as he is tried to get Barnes to see policing as helping people and not as engaging enemy combatants. Plus take a look at how Tim treats people in the community even ones he previously arrested. He still tries to help them.) But Tim recognizes Lucy also needed a different perspective even if her perspective still ultimately wins out. Which Lucy acknowledges in Resolutions. She still chooses to be a cop in her own way. She still values empathy and compassion first and foremost. Seeing the world as the scary place it can be just rounds out her perspective, but it doesn’t overwhelm it. And Tim stopped pushing that perspective after Lucy found out just how scary the world can be. Because Lucy has been though all of that, gained perspective but still stayed true to herself, she is a good cop. Again, something Tim acknowledged. He disavowed her of the idea that she was somehow less, explained his position, and complimented her with probably the highest compliment he could give someone: the respect of being a good cop.

That difference in how Tim & Lucy approach things is what made them such a great partnership. Tim sees things with suspicion first, compassion second. While Lucy is compassion first, suspicion second. They both quickly adapt to either, but also help the other with finding the necessary POV. So they hardly ever miss anything because if one doesn’t see it, the other will. They are complimentary but not so stubborn in their own initial POVs that they force the issue making things worse. If one is passionate in their belief, the other will follow their decision.

So here is my point: whatever they went through before, good and bad, does not have a drastic effect on discouraging their friendship (and possibly romantic relationship). All of that is more or less fond (okay not so fond) memories. They understand each other, have forgiven each other (Lucy more than Tim because Tim crossed more lines), accepted their faults, encouraged each other, acknowledged each other, and basically formed a lasting bond that is more than TO/rookie and even more than most friendships can be lucky to have. Perhaps even more than most romantic relationships get. And frankly, holding any past mistakes over each other’s head to the point of disgruntlement would not lead to a healthy relationship. Which is why I don’t think Lucy truly holds what Tim did against him. I think it was as it appeared: wondering why the new rookie was treated differently and if that is a reflection on her. Which it wasn’t in any negative way. But to make her point about the differences, Lucy had to list the ways Tim handled everything in their early days. And to make his point, Tim clearly explains the differences and what necessitates that difference. An apology for any of that would negate the point he was making. If Lucy was truly upset in any lasting way, she wouldn’t have immediately worried about Barnes, and she wouldn’t have been so happy at Tim’s compliment.

Will Tim ever apologize for the early days? Maybe. Maybe not. Does he need to? I don’t think so. Not for me anyways. Because Tim is a show me type of guy, and he has shown Lucy in so many ways how much he values her. And Lucy has shown that that means more to her than anything.

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Hi yes hello first and foremost thank you for posting AUs wherein everything is the same but Chris and/or Leon is shoved into one of the other man's games and also they're both gay for and with each other lmao that shit is my lifeblood!

Also I wanted to just throw in some more angst for you, bc clearly you aren't suffering enough already while watching through RE6, but all that Kennedy Luck that kicks in right at the start of Leon's arc, can we please take a moment to appreciate how, by the time he runs into Chris in the game, shit has gone past hitting the fan? Like he has suffered so much, and then he and Chris have their lil fight and like, it's dark and things are happening quickly, so the fight isn't much of a surprise, but figuring out that Chris lost his memories? Like. Leon is truly alone in this fight, for the first time since it started. Are others involved? Yeah, duh, the entire BSAA is right there. But is anyone involved that knows these horrors and has known them since the v beginning? No. It probably hadn't even occurred to him to think of Chris with everything going on, but seeing him and realizing that he's totally a different person rn bc he's lost his memory? Leon is well and truly alone in the world in that moment. And that's so heartbreaking.

But also, to put a gay spin on things, imagine established Chreon, and Leon goes through allllllll the shit he's gone through up until his fight with Chris, and same circumstances, it's dark and a lot is happening, so the fight is practically expected at this point, but once things calm down (if you can call pointing a gun at a man who has a gun pointed right back at you calming down, but for Leon it's a reprieve for sure lol) and Leon can finally see Chris in all his glory, after missing for SIX MONTHS and assumed dead (I think, I don't remember if they mention the BSAA declaring Chris MIA or KIA?), his poor little heart is probably like "!!!!!!!" and for a split second, Leon would be so relieved and so happy and so grateful, bc Chris is here, he's alive, and he'll be able to help and not only that but Leon has his bf/husband (when I think of an established Chreon AU for RE6 I always go husbands bc it just HIT different) back, and he can finally maybe rest a little bit knowing he has someone to watch his back. Maybe he lowers his gun, maybe he has a small, disbelieving smile on his face, but once he notices that Chris isn't as happy to see Leon as Leon is to see him, one of two reactions would happen; 1. Leon goes back on the defensive, knowing at this point that that may not be Chris, not fully or 2. He just. Goes limp. His gun falls to his side and his shoulders slump and God dammit after everything that's happened, can he not get ONE break?! He wants to be angry and yell at the universe but mostly he's just so tired. For a few moments, he numbly wonders if the love of his life is about to shoot him, but then he collects himself and things go on as normal canon, more or less, just more heartbroken Leon (but this means we get to have that sappy, lovey dovey reunion between Chreon, eventually, so like, small victories lmao). Any thoughts on that feel free to yell at me for the additional angst you didn't know you needed but got anyways ;P

Thank you for the lovely angst. lol Because there isn't enough in this game. If he was anyone else but Leon Kennedy, that might actually make him put down his gun completely.

In many ways, it can be argued that even with his connection to BSAA and the like, he has been fighting alone since the government snatched him up. We don't know for sure when he actually connects with Chris, although I'm pretty sure there's a Word of God thing floating around. Due to his unique position, there's always going to be a barrier between him and other characters. But for a while... yeah. He's definitely alone, especially since it takes time for Chris and the others to form the BSAA.

There is one moment of bittersweetness, no matter how you view the pair: fucking amnesiac Chris Redfield immediately recognized Leon when he got a good look at his face. Like, immediately said his name. I don't know what else happens between the games, but something does based on just that familiarity. (If fans take that and run with it, well, Capcom gave us no choice.)

If such angst were to occur, there would need to be one hell of a sweet reunion because Leon needs a fucking break in this game, okay? ...though regardless, I wish there was more about Chris missing at this point in Leon's campaign (I think I'm about halfway through now). That seems like an important character point? And important overall to the game itself????

But alas. Capcom.

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Ashes to Ashes - Chapter 5

Warnings: Fever, mentions of attempted assassination, mentions of being followed, infection, wound, blood, swearing.

Tags: @equestrianwritingsstuff, @teheranb, @brutal-nemesis (Hope it was okay to tag you) @whumpwillow, and @the-three-whumpeteers

Am I always this inspired? No.

Am I going to keep this writing spree going as long as possible? Yes.

Zion woke up at quarter past seven, to the sound of the door opening. 

“Hey.” She said tiredly, blinking to clear her vision. 

“Morning.” Chris replied. “Just here to check on the wound.” 

The assassin stirred as he approached, his stunning blue eyes flickering open.

“You’re looking better.” Chris said calmly.

Jackson looked away.

A strange noise from the room across the hall startled Zion. She looked at Chris questioningly. “What’s Steve doing?”

“He’s playing Resident Evil 7.” Chris replied, peeling the bandage away from Jackson’s wound. Donning sterile gloves, Chris gently began to poke at the reddened flesh around the hole.

The assassin’s jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared. 

“Just hang in there.” Chris said mildly. “Almost done.”

Jackson closed his eyes, and Zion winced as he made a pained noise. She gently slipped her fingers into his, letting him squeeze her hand.

After cleaning the wound, and applying an antibiotic cream, Chris took a thermometer, and pointed the scanner at the assassin’s forehead.

“Fever’s down from 103𐩑 to 101𐩑. That’s a good sign.” Chris noted. 

“Yeah.” Zion agreed, though Jackson still looked miserable. 

“I’m going to make some breakfast. Do you want coffee?”

“Oh God, yes please.” Zion said, a tired smile crossing her lips. Chris nodded, stripping off the gloves, and heading out into the hall. He closed the door behind him.

Zion glanced down at Jackson, suddenly feeling awkward.

“Do you want some water?” She asked.

The assassin swallowed hard, and nodded once.

Zion grabbed a fresh water bottle out of the mini-fridge that Steve had insisted upon getting, after he’d fallen down the stairs at three in the morning.

Then, she started to help Jackson sit up, he shuddered, and slumped against her with a soft groan.

“Yeah. I know.” Zion murmured, awkwardly patting his back. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, breathing heavily.

Zion tried to ignore the twinge in her stomach as his soft, sweat-damp hair brushed against her cheek.

Why do I care so much?

Part of her was afraid of the answer.

Jackson had never liked showing any form of weakness. But when it was only Zion, he felt slightly less disgusted with himself.

You cried in front of her and her ill-tempered friend. You begged. Pathetically.

Still, he didn’t want to move. He felt oddly… safe, with Zion. If she’d wanted to hurt him, she’d had a thousand chances to do so by now.

So, instead of pulling away, he found himself leaning further into her touch.

“Your coffee, Zion.” The voice startled Jackson, and he started to pull away from Zion, dropping back to the bed with a groan.

“Thanks.” The girl replied, looking up at her sibling. The two did bear something of a resemblance, but Zion clearly favored her mother.

Jackson had learned, during the planning stage of his mission, that Zion and Chris had the same father, but different mothers.

That was how he’d learned of Zion’s monthly 12 hour train ride to visit her mother, Jane Rashid. Her father had since reconciled with his first wife. Her brother, Chris’ mother.

Another noise came from across the hall.

“If he tries to scare me after playing this…” Zion muttered, looking up at her brother. “He’s gonna end up with my shoe shoved up his ass.”

Chris laughed. “I’ll be sure to let him know.

With that, he left her alone.

“You’re very close.” Jackson rasped.

“And?”

“And nothing. I was just taking note.”

“I thought you already knew everything you needed to know about me.” Zion said quietly.

“No. Not everything.” Jackson replied, grimacing as his side throbbed. 

“What’s left? You know about my mother, my father, my step mother, that Chris is my step-brother. What else do you need to know?”

“Why are you helping me?”

Zion bit her lip.

“I, uh… I just felt like I had to.”

“Why?” Jackson pressed, his voice raspy, exhaustion was already taking its toll.

“It’s… I just…” Zion stammered. She hugged her arms, and looked up at him with her amazing silver-blue eyes. “I felt some weird kind of… connection to you.”

“You did?” Jackson asked, surprised.

“Yes.” Zion seemed hesitant. “Did you choose me at random?”

“No. I first saw you sitting under a tree. You were reading the Tempest.” He shifted slightly, grimacing as his wounded side protested.

“For an essay…” Zion frowned. “That was last semester.”

“Yes. So I decided to learn more about you. You made me curious. I wondered why you were such a loner.” He paused. “Then, I learned that you visit your mother once a month. I followed you to the train station. Kept my distance from you… Until the ride back. That’s when I was ordered to move.”

“You told me. On the train. The bit about following me, learning my habits.”

Jackson studied Zion’s face for a long moment.

“I feel it too.” He said finally.

“Feel what?” She asked, silvery-blue eyes flicking up to his face.

“The connection. I feel it too.”

She was silent.

“You have nothing to fear from me.” Jackson told her, sinking further into the bed.

“Were you going to kill me that night?” Zion asked shakily.

“No. I wasn’t.” He shivered, knowing that he would soon lose consciousness again.

“You had a gun.”

The assassin’s frost-blue eyes met hers. “But I wasn’t going to kill you.” He murmured. “I promise.”

Then he closed his eyes, leaving Zion to sit in silence, and contemplate his words.

I feel it too.

But what is ‘it’? 

So Zion sat back on the bed, looking at her phone, and trying to sort through her emotions.