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halloween special | resident evil headcannons

mostly just fluffy ideas for trick or treating together and fall festivities <3

➥ unedited

➥ leon kennedy, carlos oliveira, chris redfield, ethan winters

➥ 793 words

leon kennedy

♡ leon is the type to dress up with you for halloween. despite the two of you being adults, he insists you at least walk around the block to enjoy the decorations.

♡ he invites you to the party the police station throws and gets pranked almost as soon as he arrives.

♡ he enjoys carving pumpkins with you and then roasting the seeds. his jack-o-lanterns are usually on the cuter side, though it's not from a lack of effort of trying to make them scary. he's just really bad at carving pumpkins.

♡ "come on, this one's really scary!" leon insisted as he turned his pumpkin around to reveal uneven jagged teeth. the dopey eyes made the pumpkin anything but scary, though. he seemed so proud, though, that you nodded your head, agreeing that it was scary. "let's give him a name. he needs a properly scary name."

you grinned as you turned your pumpkin around to present a much more even smile, though it admittedly wasn't scary either. "what about jack?"

"you're not very creative."

"that's what he is, isn't he?" you gave leon a pout, and he gave you a briefly amused look before nodding his head. "jack the pumpkin it is then."

carlos oliveira

♡ carlos isn't the biggest on halloween in particular, but he does insist that you two watch at least one scary movie.

♡ he always orders pizza and puts on the cheesiest movie he can find for the both of you to enjoy the night.

♡ he really just secretly likes the way you cling to his arm whenever you get scared. hence why he's decided to make horror movie-watching a halloween tradition.

♡ "don't tell me you're scared already?" carlos looked down at you, an amused twinkle in his eyes. you glared up at him, pinching his arm in protest. "ow!" he complained as he took a bite of his slice of pizza.

"you know i hate horror movies," you insisted as you looked back at the screen. carlos tilted your chin back towards him, grinning as you refused to meet his eyes. his thumb lazily caressed your jawline.

he leaned down, lips grazing the corner of your mouth. "it's not about watching the movie anyways."

chris redfield

♡ chris hated halloween. he was all for fun and parties, but he'd seen enough scary things to last him a lifetime.

♡ he did know, however, that you enjoyed halloween quite a bit. so while he refused to go out with you during the night, he did agree to stay home and make some treats.

♡ when he saw you were upset about him not wanting to go to a party with you, he surprised you by making special halloween cookies. they, of course, were from a package, but he had tried his best.

♡ "come on, you can't pout at me all night." chris complained as he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, bending down so he could be more eye-level with you. "these cookies might suck, but i made them with love."

you looked at chris through your lashes, unimpressed, but you took a bite of the little pumpkin cookie. you didn't want to admit it because of your pride, but you mumbled a little, "not bad." he could see the grin trying to slip up on your face and knew that you were pleased.

"you're a messy eater. let me try some." chris hummed, but instead of going for the cookie, he was quite content to pull you in for a kiss.

ethan winters

♡ when rose was old enough, the two of you had immediately gone to take her trick or treating. you both wanted to give rose a normal life to help her forget all the bad things that had happened. and to help ethan.

♡ so you both made it a point to make lots of memories with the little girl. ethan often times wasn't the type to dress up, but he didn't mind helping you as long as you were practical.

♡ he was usually the more responsible one between the two of you and always insisted on pampering you and making sure you were okay.

♡ as rose waddled up to a house, staying in your sight the whole time, you and ethan close behind her, ethan saw you shiver. "cold?" he asked, lips quirking slightly.

before the two of you had left the house, he had insisted you take a jacket to which you refused. a bad decision now, but you didn't want him to be smug about it. "not at all." you grumbled.

ethan rolled his eyes playfully as he slipped his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders before following after sweet rosemary, hand in hand with you.

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"your lips, my lips, apocalypse"

the people have spoken here's some leon kennedy angst

also, i just beat re8 finally and because i have to suffer emotional damage so does everyone else

➥mentions of gore

➥gn reader <3

➥794 words

there was so much blood. that was the first thing you could think as you cradled leon's head in your lap, hands shaking too much to properly grab at the bandages beside you. he'd been shot, and the first thing you'd wanted to do was go after the person, but that would mean leaving leon behind, and you couldn't do that.

your partner grimaced as you pressed your hands against the wound in his side, but he offered you a smile nonetheless. pained, but reassuring. "breathe, y/n." he urged, eyes clenched shut a moment later as he tried to do just that. but every breath rattled his chest, and you could feel more warm blood coating your fingers. "you're smart, you—" he hissed and cursed softly. "you know what to do."

but you didn't. you were panicking as his head lay limply against your thighs, lips parted to take in what shallow breaths he could. you snatched up the bandages, the peroxide sitting uselessly in the box beside you. you fumbled with the lid and ended up dumping too much out on him at once. bubbles formed along the wound, gaping up so large at you even though it couldn't really be. it was just a bullet wound, and you were no doctor. he wouldn't make it if you didn't do something. "i'm sorry," you whispered as you uselessly wiped the bubbles away. "i'm sorry." you tried again, but the tears were rolling down your cheeks faster this time, and leon reached up to cup your chin.

"breathe," he urged again, and when you couldn't, he pulled you down, enveloping you in a sweet kiss. it was barely even that, really, just the brush of his lips against yours, but it brought you enough back to reality to start bandaging him up. until you could get him to a real medic. you counted his breaths, watched the rise and fall of his chest as you worked diligently. and only when you were done wrapping him up did you allow yourself to relax. you needed to get him out of there now.

in your haste, you'd taken cover in some abandoned store; the sign on the outside had said "dave's grab and go" and was barely hanging on by the little mascot. you knew going outside was not an option, at least not out the front door. it would be certain death. as soon as the zombies smelled the blood oozing from leon's side, they'd stumble over to rip into the rest of you two.

"leave me," leon spoke, and your heart plummeted all the way to your stomach. "i'll slow you down, and you know it," he grunted, trying to sit up despite his words. your reply was obvious.

"you're crazy if you think i'm leaving you behind." you pulled uselessly at leon again, and slipped from your grip. you stumbled back and slammed against the counter. the register clattered noisily. "leon," your eyes watered. "don't do this. come on we're getting out of here." you pleaded, and your voice broke pathetically.

he gave you a small smile, and you shook your head desperately. "leon..!" you said louder this time, tears welling up in your eyes. "get up, get up, please." you were near hysterical now, and all leon could do was shush you so tenderly you felt your heart cracking in your chest.

when he wouldn't budge, you sank down beside him, curling into his side. "y/n, go," leon urged as he closed his eyes, and you shook your head, holding him like you might never get to again.

and so you stayed like that, partners hand in hand. you didn't know how much time had passed, and you didn't care. you were perfectly content to share your last living moments with leon. if it was the only peaceful moment you got with him.

—

you didn't know how much time had passed when the door burst open and chris rushed in. you didn't even recognize him at first, but had smelled that awful cologne he always insisted on buying. he was shining a flashlight in your eyes as a team followed behind him, picking up the unconscious but alive leon as they did.

"y/n?" chris spoke, cursing as he saw the condition of the two of you. "hold on. you're going to be alright." he picked you up, carrying you to the helicopter waiting outside. how did they find you? too tired. you were too tired to ask.

your eyes remained closed as he strapped you in, as the helicopter took off and loud noises surrounded you. all you were aware of was leon's hand in yours, and you didn't let go of him the whole ride back to safety.

[epheyll]

IDK BUT I LIKE IT WHEN FACELESS

(i think it's his hands or smth /hj)

[epheyll]

Accismus

ethan winters x reader pt. one

the x reader we all deserve

accismus.

noun. an ironic rhetorical device, in which one feigns indifference, or makes a pretense of refusing something one desires

tw | may contain scenes of graphic violence or gore, cursing, suggestive themes, ect.

"ollie where are you?" you called out, stumbling over a slick tree root. you hated it when he played too close to the bakers' house, and now you couldn't find him. it was a humid day just like any other in dulvey, and the air was sticking to your already sweaty skin. it felt so hot you thought the dew might boil you alive. another step had you right in front of the gate towards the bakers' house. no one had seen them in a very long time, but you weren't dumb. you'd read every article regarding the missing persons. you didn't want your brother to become another statistic.

panic rising, you cupped your hands around your mouth, hoping the 12 year old boy might hear your cries. "come on, ollie! it's time to come inside! it's getting dark!" the only thing that answered was a flock of crows startled from their nest.

you grumbled, cursing quietly and promising to give your brother a scolding he'd never forget when you found him as you now had to scale the fence. your shoes squelched in the mud as you took the step forward, cringing and hoisting yourself up onto the fence. you grunted as you swung your leg over, jumping down, cold, slick mud splattering all over your shins.

"gross," you muttered as you trudged through the muck, looking for a trail. the cool mud was a contrast to the bright sun beating down on the top of your head. after this you'd take a nice long shower. maybe two. that didn't seem like it'd be anytime soon though because the further you walked, the more lost you got. now, you were no outsider to dulvey, but there were certain rules these passed few years that you just didn't break. even in your grown adult age, you treated them like a sacred oath given by your very own parents.

rule 1. never, under any circumstances, cross the fence blocking off the bakers' house from the rest of town.

alright, rule 1 broken. you couldn't exactly go back now, not when you were ankle deep in writhing green mud as you ducked under tree branch after tree branch to avoid getting knocked square in the forehead. a crunch from not too far away alerted you, and you went deathly still, holding your breath as you listened. listened. and then heard a soft curse that definitely didn't sound like jack or marguerite baker. actually, it didn't sound like anyone you'd ever heard in dulvey.

you crept towards where you could still see the fence, a gaping hole in the bottom of it, and when you went to peek through-

you yelped, startled as you fell back on your bottom, just as the man in front of you did. the very clean man, you noted. nobody, and you meant nobody, was clean in dulvey.

rule 2. never, under any circumstances, talk to an outsider.

they only ever showed up to cause trouble, though this man didn't exactly look like trouble. no, he looked quite the opposite in his button-up shirt and dirty blonde hair. the bluest eyes you'd ever seen. or were they gray? it was like you were staring at a storm cloud. he seemed just as surprised to see you, like maybe you weren't real. or maybe you looked absolutely crazy covered in mud and cut up from the brambles you'd walked through.

"who the hell are you?" you blurted out, and he almost looked offended by your tone. or maybe confused. you weren't exactly sure what to make of the stranger.

he crossed his arms, tilting his head as he eyed you skeptically. "i could ask you the same thing. cause you kind of look like a trespasser."

"doesn't that make you one then too?"

"fair enough,"

you stood up from the ground, wiping off your pants and hands the best you could, staring at the man through the fence once again. "i'm trespassing for a good reason though. have you seen a little boy around? about..er- this high?" you held your hand to about ollie's height, though it felt silly without him right beside you. "he's got dark hair. and bright green eyes." you explained, but the stranger didn't seem to recognize. that made enough sense. he didn't know you, so why would he know ollie? wishful thinking. "nevermind. who exactly are you?" you demanded as you gripped on to the edge of the fence.

the stranger ducked into the hole at the bottom of the fence, joining you on the other side. "name's ethan." short and to the point. that still didn't exactly answer your question, and he must have seen the look on your face because he continued, "you won't believe me if i tell you why i'm here."

"try me," you insisted as you backed away from the stranger. maybe he looked prim and proper, but no one with good intentions ever stepped onto the bakers' property. and no one ever returned afterwards. you thought about warning the stranger of just that, but if he didn't have good intentions, you weren't sure you'd even want to see him again.

ethan was already moving passed you, following the faint trail ahead, and eager for answers (and still looking for your little brother), you followed after him. "i'm looking for my wife. she's been missing for three years, but i got word that she might be here in dulvey. she wants me to come get her."

from the bakers' house? unlikely. you wanted to tell him that his wife was long gone along with the other missing people, but you bit your tongue and gave him a rather uncomfortable look. "right. you think i'm crazy." ethan sighed helplessly but continued to march down his path. even though you'd seen him wince everytime he stepped in some mud.

"no, not at all." you tried to sound lighthearted as you stepped over puddle after puddle, but it sounded more like you were taunting him than anything. "i'll help you look for your missing..er..wife? if you help me look for my brother. i was supposed to watch him for my parents this week, and i haven't seen him for hours." which made you sound like a terrible older sister and babysitter, but you had a job and bills to pay. you couldn't exactly spend every moment watching after your brother.

ethan, desperate for help in this unfamiliar place, shrugged. "okay, but only if he's on this property. i'm not sticking my nose anywhere else." you supposed that was fair enough, but you couldn't help your scowl at his tone.

suddenly, ethan halted and held an arm out to stop you from going forward. he crouched down and you followed, peeking over his shoulder at whatever he was looking at. in front of you, an older man (who you thought might be jack baker) was stomping through the underbrush. he looked angry, unlike the jack you had known before. the kind that would come to the festivals in town, singing and laughing with his family. the loving husband and father. this one looked..deranged, and you almost felt bad for him. if you weren't convinced that he was a maniac serial killer.

jack pushed on and left the two of you unnoticed, but you didn't feel ethan breathe again for a solid minute after the figure was gone. he stood and walked forward, not even bothering to see if you were still there. it seemed he had a mission, and you might just be in his way. still, you had a mission, too, and you wanted to find your brother before your parents found out he was missing.

you hadn't seen the bakers' house since you were a little kid, and the sheer size of it was enough to impress you. and how rundown it looked. surely the bakers didn't still live there? you didn't see how they even could considering the roof looked caved in and there were gashes in the walls.

ethan wasted no time sliding down the hill, the ground much drier here. he looked up at you expectantly, but you couldn't do much but stare down. "no way." you argued as he gave a frustrated sigh.

"i'll catch you." it was a crude joke to make, and his tone suggested that he knew exactly that, but still, he smiled at you. "come on, didn't you ever roll down hills as a kid? or go sledding? it isn't even that steep don't be a ba-" you didn't give him the chance to finish his— probably rude— sentence as you all but fell down that hill. you yelped as you crashed into his legs, and he yelped as he fell back on his butt, knocking against something behind him.

"you said you'd catch me!" you yelled as you scrambled to get back up. you tumbled over him as he tried to get up as well, the both of you nothing but flailing bodies in the dirt.

ethan grabbed at your shoulders and pushed you back so that you were sitting on your knees. "i didn't mean literally!" he argued right back as he went to grab for the thing he'd landed on. a red purse. it looked an awful lot like mia's. and it was surprisingly clean. what was her purse doing out here? ethan dumped the contents onto the ground and frowned as he saw it was, in fact, mia's things.

an ID stared up at you, and you saw that it was a rather pretty woman. she had light brown hair, and she couldn't have been much older than you. there was no doubt that she wasn't from around here. you'd never seen her before.

beside you, ethan was taking this much harder. his silence was almost scary. you stood and offered him your hand as you inclined your head to the abandoned home. or, well, you hoped it was abandoned. "let's go look. maybe she's inside." you knew she wasn't.

ethan grabbed your hand and stood up, and you didn't know if he believed you or if he was just desperate to stop looking at the ID, even if you did see him pocket it. "yeah. maybe your brother is too." he assured, and though his smile was fake, you were grateful for it.

the two of you said nothing else as you walked towards the house.

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