#chris redfield x g/n reader

[wil-o-wispy]

The Wife, the Lover and the Bastard Son - Part 6

Pairing: Chris Redfield x FEM!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 (you are here)

Summary: You're out of time.

Content: Canon typical violence/swearing, descriptions of blood, references/spoilers for RE5, spoilers for RE6, descriptive parasite body horror, descriptions of Uroboros infection, possessive behavior. Reader is referred to as 'Doc' and is the wife of Albert Wesker and is a former Umbrella scientist.

a/n: Oh look my love of horror is finally shining through. Also, I kept changing my mind on how to split everything up and this chapter ran much longer than I intended but I don't think I'll hear any complaints about that. Enjoy!

w/c: 11k

You feel like you’re being stretched thin.

Between redirecting Albert to other parts of the lab through the announcement system, answering Chris’ questions on the computer system, keeping an eye on Jake’s progress through the lab searching for the G-Virus, weapons and Youju’s office, as well as keeping nervous vigil on the poor soul that got infected by Uroboros in the hallway Jake explored, your attention is scattered to say the least.

And what’s worse, you’re growing tired. 

It’s a preposterous problem on the surface; monsters are mulling about, you’re counting down the minutes until Chris’ team arrives and you’re on high alert for any potential danger for you or Jake. How could you possibly have the capacity to doze off?

The problem and answer are one and the same: you’re human.

You’ve been awake and in survival mode for the better part of a day and a half.

Your tongue becomes stubbornly slow.

Your words to Jake on the walkie are sluggish and you have to make a conscious effort to articulate your words so they don’t run together.

Your eyes grow heavy.

You lean your head on your fist and blink longer than you should, only bolting upright when Jake’s voice comes through on the walkie or Chris’ voice emanates from the computer system with an updated ETA. Flipping through the cameras to redirect Albert or check on the creature keeps you awake for a few minutes, until you start drifting off again just as quickly. 

Your mind is exhausted.

You start to make small mistakes directing Jake to parts of the lab he hasn’t explored. The numbers blur together and you say them out of order. Your directions become jumbled. The momentary respite from responsibility from closing your eyes for too long becomes irresistibly inviting. 

“You doin’ okay Doc? You sound distracted.” Jake questions through the walkie nestled in your hand. You jerk upright once again, frown, then unsuccessfully try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Despite the soulless white LED lights illuminating the room, the darkness that envelops you behind your eyelids in this moment is more inviting than any bed or embrace. The buzzing from the same lights would normally grate on your ears, but now serve as infuriatingly soothing white noise. You pick up the walkie and put it to your lips.

“Fine. You haven’t found any energy drinks have you? Coffee? Epinephrine?” You mumble into the walkie, only half joking about the last one. The last thing you need to do is fall asleep while so many things are relying on your eyes and ears. To your relief you hear Jake chuckle. 

“Can’t say I have, but I’ll keep my eyes peeled. 805 through 820 are also bust. A lot of offices, but not with the one we’re looking for.” Jake says through the walkie. You fumble picking up your pen and haphazardly cross out those rooms. Your purposeful marks have devolved into barely thought out scribbles. 

“Ridger that.” You reply, not even noticing the small mistake in your speech as you flick the pen across the paper.

“You wanna try saying that again Doc?” Jake says, the shit eating grin evident in his voice.

You huff and put the walkie back to your lips, making a conscious effort to enunciate your words. “Rodger that. Find anything remotely useful?”

“Old matchbook. Flimsy, but it’ll do. Could be useful if there’s a can of gas laying around to keep our friend in the hallway warm.” 

You think for a moment too long, flicking through the cameras to quadruple check the pile of Uroboros is still in the same hallway before answering into the walkie and yawning. “As long as everything is burned away, then it’ll work. I could try directing you to the hangar to look for one if you need a change of scenery?”

“I’ll take you up on that once I finish here.”    

The buzzing from the fluorescent lights overhead and the whirring from the computer systems are the only sounds in the room for a long moment until you hear Jake’s voice through the walkie again.

“Hey Doc?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on with you and Redfield?”

You frown and let out a breath through your nose, hating that your pulse sped up at his question. You’re silent for a moment. There was no way in hell you were digging into that can of worms now. You especially aren’t going to voluntarily divulge having an intimate encounter with Jake’s father’s killer.

“Difference of opinion.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was vague enough of an answer that you hoped Jake would get the hint and drop it.

“On what?” Jake asks through the walkie. You can hear a grin in his voice.

“Nothing important.” You quip shortly, fighting back a yawn.

“Sounds important to me.”

You roll your eyes and bring the walkie to your lips again. “I will answer any questions you have about your father with full honesty. But anything about me outside that? Case by case basis. Difference of opinion.”

There’s silence on the walkie and you think that Jake’s finally gotten the hint, but then his voice comes through again. “Alright then. How’d you meet him?” Jake says casually.

You pause. 

“Wesker?” You utter.

“Yeah. Umbrella?”

You nod, even though Jake can’t see it. “Yeah.” 

Another pause. “That all you got for me?”

You shrug. “It’s not terribly interesting.”

“Then bore me.” You can hear Jake rummaging through something on the other side of the walkie for a moment before the frequency cuts out.

You think for a moment, then figure why not? If Jake wants to know more about his father from your perspective, then so be it. “On my first day the scientist training me was out sick, and Wesker was the only person not stuck in a meeting who knew how to run all of the equipment that I needed to use.”

You watch Jake walk out of a room and back into the hallway on the cameras. You see him nodding his head. “So you two got to talking and got together a while later?”

You snort. “I thought he was an ass actually, so no.”

You see Jake do something like a snort or a chuckle on the cameras. “Is that so?” 

“Yeah he wasn’t happy about ‘wasting his time’ showing me around. He had an attitude so I gave it right back to him.”

You lean back in your chair, thinking back to those simpler times.

“First he thought I was a pain in the ass, then I started moving up in the department and we were rivals, then we started being placed on overlapping projects. That rivalry eventually turned into something more and he put a ring on it.”

There were more salacious details in between those events; lots of late nights in the labs and office rendezvous that would have gotten both you and Albert in a lot of trouble with management if you’d been less discreet about it. 

“You work on bioweapons together?” You see Jake disappear into another room.

“No. I worked in vaccines. He was in special projects. Occasionally those two things overlapped.”

“You know about the viruses or monsters or anything?”

You lean forward in your chair, flipping through the cameras while answering. Albert is still wandering and the corpse infected with Uroboros is still where it should be. You have to consciously remind yourself to open your eyes after blinking. 

Focus.

“I knew it was top secret and government funded. I thought he was working on combat enhancing drugs or something related to it.”

Chris’ voice emanates from the computer system in the corner of the room. “Redfield for Doc. You read me?” His voice sounds clearer than before. A sure sign that rescue is close. You put the walkie to your lips.

“Chris is calling, I’ll be back.”

“You two play nice.” You can hear the singsong grin in Jake’s voice and you have to bite back saying something defensive.

“And you do your part while I try to keep you alive, yeah?” You quip, tossing the walkie next to a security monitor. You roll yourself over to the computer system while sitting in your wheely chair and unmute yourself.

“You’ve got Doc. Any updates?”

Even though his voice is laced with determination and professionalism, Chris’ voice sounds much too soothing as it flows out of the computer system. “I’m happy to inform you I have a tanker about 100 miles out with supporting aircraft on standby”

“Thank God. And you’ve got weapons? Good ones?” 

“Affirmative. With all the bells and whistles and then some.”

“Good…good…” You start to trail off, deciding to rest your eyes for a moment in the chair.

“Has he broken character?”

Not on camera.

Not having the security cameras glare into your eyes is doing wonders on your ability to stay conscious. The chair feels much cozier than it did a few hours ago. 

“Doc? You read me? What’s the status on Wesker?” Chris’ worried voice breaks through the fog of sleep.

Your head shoots back up. You shake your head and rub your eyes. You have to stay awake. People are depending on you. Your voice comes out in a tired mumble. “Yeah! Yeah I’m here. Still holding down the fort. Not on camera, but I think he did in one of the blind spots about an hour ago. He had more blood on his face than he did before.”

“So that’s twice?” Chris asks, his voice a soothing balm to your nerves, bringing you dangerously close to relaxing a little too much. You force yourself to focus, lightly slapping your fingers on your cheeks to will the tempting blanket of sleep to dissipate. It doesn’t work.

“Correct. He’s still responding to my voice though.”

You can almost imagine Chris nodding his head on the other side of the call, mentally categorizing the information for later. His next words come out softer.

“And are you doing okay? Do you need anything when we get there? Water, food, medical attention?”

You look down at the dried blood on your clothes, thinking back to Albert mowing down the Neo Umbrella scientists back in the chamber. You wrinkle your nose in discomfort. “Change of clothes would be nice? I’ll take literally anything you have.”

“I’m sure we’ve got some extra flight suits around here somewhere.” You can hear a fond smile creeping into Chris’ voice.

“Those can be pretty cute jumpsuits with the right accessories.” You tiredly joke, unable to resist the comforting familiarity in his voice and not even realizing your mind is starting to drift.

Chris responds in an easy, low tone. “I’ll make sure to get you a couple options then. Can’t have our resident scientist not looking her best.” 

You let out a quiet, tired laugh at his light teasing, the sound barely escaping your lips as you lean your head back on the roller chair again. You can almost imagine leaning on Chris’ shoulder and falling asleep like that in his comforting arms. Your head feels so heavy. You need to stay alert, but sleep calls to you from the darkness behind your eyelids like a siren’s song.

“Doc?” Chris questions after your continued silence.

“Hm?” You mumble, barely conscious.

“Doc... Stay with me,” Chris’s voice cuts through, still warm but firmer now. “We’re getting close, but I need you sharp. Just hang tight till we get there, alright?”

“I’m awake… I’m awake…” You mumble to yourself, forcing yourself to open your eyes.

“Good. I need your capable eyes and ears at full throttle, alright? We-” Chris is interrupted by another soldier talking to him on the other end. In either your haze of exhaustion or radio static, you can’t hear what needs Chris’ attention. You know by the murmuring under his breath that it can’t be anything good.

“Doc, I’ve gotta take care of something really quick but I’ll be back, okay? Don’t hang up, but do a few laps around the room you’re in. Get your blood pumping.” Every word Chris speaks is like honey in your ears, seeping slowly into your bones and making your current situation a distant, dangerous memory.

“Hm.” You utter, blinking slowly. “That’s a good idea.”

Chris’ heavy footsteps are the last thing you hear before your body finally gives way, and your consciousness drifts into darkness.

You jolt awake when you hear gunshots, frantically looking around the room to see where the source is.

You fell asleep you damn idiot.

They’re coming from the security cameras. You roll your chair over with so much force you have to stop your body from being clotheslined by the end of the table. Your eyes quickly find the correct camera angle, and they widen when you see Jake shooting at a monstrous amalgamation of Uroboros. You smack your hand over the walkie talkie, struggling to hold down the correct button in your panic. You finally find it.

“Jake you need to run!” You bark into the walkie, eyes glued to the screen.

Despite your order, Jake stands his ground and continues to unload the clip into the writhing mass of bio-matter. He can’t hear you over the gunshots.

You slam your hand onto the security panel to speak into the announcement system.

“You’re wasting ammo you need literal fire to stand a chance against that thing! Run!”

You see Jake’s lips move on the screen saying some kind of curse before he darts down the hall, the writhing creature just barely keeping up with him.

For a moment you sit there just watching the chase unfold as you try to formulate a plan. Jake can’t run forever. The creature will easily outlast Jake in terms of stamina. 

You frantically look around the security panel, trying to find the controls for the security doors to try and trap the creature in a hallway that Jake isn’t going to need later to at least give him some time to get away. You find the controls and try to get your bearings on where Jake is running, and you realize he’s running back towards the hallway you two got separated at. You look down at the panel; GAS is clearly marked under a button close to the hallway security door locks.

Your mind goes back to the knockout gas. The matches that Jake found. You have a plan.

“Run two halls down, turn right and run all the way to the end! Prepare to light some matches and throw them when I say so!”

You command into the walkie, turning up the gas release all the way, then having your finger and thumb hovering over one of the security door buttons and the other over the knockout gas. You don’t know the exact type of gas this mechanism uses, but a lot of gas canisters you’ve seen over the years have the KEEP AWAY FROM OPEN FLAME warning in bold letters on it. You’re hoping this one is something remotely flammable and you can saturate the hallway enough for it to ignite.

You watch with bated breath as Jake sprints into view on the security monitor, sliding and almost falling over on the sharp turn but quickly regaining his balance by pushing his upper body from the floor with one hand and beelining down towards the opposite end of the hallway. The creature writhes into view a few seconds after. As soon as it crosses the threshold of the hallway you close the security door behind it and turn on the gas, finger poised to close the other door.

Thick white plumes of gas creep from the middle of the floor grating as Jake’s feet glide over it, following even closer on his heels than the pursuing creature.

You see Jake make it to the end of the hallway and expertly strike one of the matches, then light up the rest of the matchbook for good measure as he keeps sprinting.

“Light it up and run like hell!” You bark into the walkie, and Jake wastes no time tossing the whole flaming matchbook into the hallway behind him like he’s throwing a frisbee and high tailing it in the opposite direction over the threshold of the security door. At the same time you slam your hand on the other security door button.

Everything that happens next happens in an instant.

The matchbook doesn’t even make it to the ground before you see the gas ignite on the camera in the hallway. You see the creature slam up against the security door when the flames hit it. It writhes and shivers from the unbearable heat before the hallway feed is overtaken by white and replaced with static, along with a dozen or so other camera feeds that were displayed on the security panel.

You can feel your heart beating in your ears as you try to find a camera that’s still operational so you can make sure the creature will no longer be a problem. After another moment, you finally find one in a connecting hallway that gives you a glimpse into the now decimated one. The gas appears to have been connected to some of the neighboring halls, causing a chain reaction of explosions as a result. You can see bits of grate, security door and wall paneling scattered like shrapnel in the unaffected areas that you can still see. Piping from below the grated floor that you couldn’t see before the chase faintly glows red like dying embers.

To your relief, a pile of bio matter lies in lifeless black ropes, gradually melting away into the grating below with small flames clinging to it on all sides.

You sigh, shoulders relaxing as you let yourself melt into the wheeled office chair you’re sitting in. You speak into the walkie. “Jake, I think you got it.”

No answer.

“Jake? Do you copy?”

You’re frozen, waiting for a proof of life that doesn’t come, then your eyes flick back up to the security panel, your mind quickly putting together the general location of the cameras that went out after the explosion. A numbness comes over you. The cameras that are now static are located where Jake was running to.

“Jake!” You shout into the walkie, assuming the worst and shaking the walkie in your hand as if it will help you get an answer more quickly.

Suffocating silence.

You’re about to call into the walkie again, but you hear something to your right and you stiffen. You slowly move your eyes over to the door without moving your head, your heartbeat already speeding up again and dread creeping into your bones. The sound is faint, but the familiar walking cadence of your husband that you’ve been observing for the past few hours on the security system is unmistakable. 

Thump and drag. Thump and drag.

With your eyes still on the door, you slowly reach down to the volume knob on your walkie and turn the dial all the way down.

A shadow creeps along the bottom side of the communications room door, larger than a normal man. You already know with dreaded clarity the danger you’re in. You don’t move. You barely breathe.

Albert heard you. Stay quiet. Stay calm.

Maybe if you’re quiet enough he’ll get bored and go away. Even though you know your husband is more receptive to your wishes with the Nemesis parasite piloting his body, the brief moments of clarity and rage from the real Albert are enough to make calling out to him a risk you’re unwilling to make.

It feels like he’s standing outside the door for an eternity. You can hear the heavy breathing, the wet drag of the Uroboros arm on the wall neighboring the communications room that’s been your safe haven for the past few hours. 

Chris’ voice pierces the air like a death toll.

“Doc? You there?”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach. A sound similar to a growl emanates from the other side of the door followed by a single hard rap on the door that rings through the room so loudly that it makes you jump in your seat and you pray to whatever deity may be listening that Chris gets the message that you’re busy and can’t talk right now.

For a moment you’re frozen in your seat, the stillness in the air hanging over you like an oppressive fog. Then, the inevitable happens. Chris’ voice shatters the silence.

“I know you’re busy with Jake over there, but we’re about an hour out from your current location…”

The more Chris talks, the angrier the sounds on the outside of the room become, the more frequent the banging on the door rattles the wall, and the faster your heart beats as you scramble out of your rolling chair and frantically try to silence Chris’ voice.

Where the hell is the off switch?

You fumble trying to find the button to terminate the frequency, but the panic short circuiting your rational thinking and making it impossible to read the labels on any of the buttons. You do the next best thing and smash every button you see, but you press them in the exact wrong order because you unmute yourself and raise the volume unintentionally.

Chris finally hears the commotion on your end, and speaks in a low serious tone.

“Doc is everything alrigh-”

“SHUT UP!” You screech, on the verge of tears still trying in vain to turn off the communications device. At the same time, you hear the sounds of wailing, crumbling metal at the entrance to the room. You look over your shoulder just in time to see a coil of writhing biomatter piercing through the metal door, and Albert pulling it right out of its resting place and discarding it without a thought of where it will land.

With a feral sound that can only be described as an incensed roar, Albert bounds across the room towards you. Survival instinct takes over and you dive out of the way just as Albert takes a swing at you with his Uroboros arm. 

No.

Not at you.

At the computer system. 

At the source of Chris’ voice.

Albert swings at the computer system and nearly bends the whole thing in half on the diagonal, breaking the screen but not the audio system. Chris’ voice warbles though like a bad record, his worry for you evident in the tone of voice even if the words themselves are unintelligible, and it only incenses Albert more. Albert rips and tears and pierces the system with manic movements, as if picturing his nemesis dying by his hand and not a piece of machinery long after Chris’ voice is no longer heard.

For good measure, he wraps his Uroboros arm around it and rips the whole system from the wall, with sparks flying and the sounds of protesting metal not ceasing until he flings it across the room and the whole thing resembles a crushed and hole ridden crushed soda can rather than a high tech piece of equipment.

The whole time this is happening, you can’t even take the opportunity to escape. Albert’s large body has effectively cornered you into the area with all of the storage boxes. You can’t get around him without having your body touch his in some way. That’s not the only thing that stops you though.

You can tell Albert is lucid.

His eyes are glowing red slits when he stares at the destroyed machine. He breathes heavily with beads of sweat dripping down his face, brown from dried blood leftover from hitting his head against the wall some hours ago. Or is it the remnants of blood splashback from all the scientists he killed? 

Leaning on the wall for support, Albert takes advantage of his momentary lucidity to reach behind his ribcage with his more human arm towards the regulator. His fingers fumble against the device, unable to get a good grip from the smoothness of the outer shell and the black secretions from Uroboros which causes him to growl in frustration. You see his eyes start to dilate once more as the Nemesis parasite attempts to regain control, but Albert realizes it early and is quick to act before that happens.

He doesn’t try reaching for the regulator like before. He doesn’t slam his head against the wall. Instead, he uses nothing but his fingernails on his non-Uroboros covered arm to dig at the flesh at the base of his hairline on the back of neck. Albert grimaces and shakes from the pain and the struggle to stay in control, but continues to force his fingernails into his skin, blood leaking around the intrusions until he has some purchase in his grip on the layer of skin. 

His hand closes in on itself and he slowly rips the sensitive skin downwards with a breathless cry and the skin tears away from the muscle underneath in one jagged flap. Blood spurts down the length of what you can see of his spine underneath the writhing worms of Uroboros. Albert wastes no time digging his fingers into the knots of revealed muscle to grasp strings of something decidedly alien with a shaking fist. Albert only wastes a few seconds to mentally prepare himself before you see him ball his hand into a fist and yank the strange strings violently to the side until the muscles of his good arm grow taught and he lets out a blood curdling cry of agony.

Knowing how powerful he was all those years ago, seeing Albert locked in a battle of wills for control of his own body is a harrowing experience.

You’d become fairly desensitized to the blood and gore that accompanies your profession over the years as a consequence of simply witnessing it; blood and the pallid flesh of the freshly dead, the decomposing death masks of the undead and the aftermath of the gnashing teeth from any number of genetically engineered monsters hardly made you bat an eye anymore. 

But this? 

This horrifies you.

Scientifically you could attempt to imagine the unsurmountable pain Albert was experiencing. The Nemesis parasite attached itself to the individual nerve endings on its host along the spine with extra tendrils eventually migrating to the hosts limbs, as well as a handful attaching themselves to the brain stem outright so the subject could be given orders without question.

As a result, the scene before you is gruesome. Albert’s ear piercing scream as he wrestles a fistful of the parasite at the base of his skull inch by painful inch is nothing short of stomach churning as you can almost hear the individual nerves around the bone of his neck snap and tear one by one as Albert continues the arduous feat of ripping his true jailor out of his body with nothing but his enhanced strength and his will to never be at the mercy of another ever again. The tendrils not exposed to the air grow taut under the layer of skin between his shoulder blades and cause it to tent away from his spine more and more as Albert keeps pulling with a trembling fist. Any other person in his position would have passed out from the pain and at least released the tendrils of the most sensitive attachment site. Instead, Albert only grits his teeth, the pain apparently aiding his fight to stay lucid, and pulls even harder.

You can only imagine the feeling would be something similar to acid burning over the whole expanse of his nerve endings. A dull knife twisting into the skin and attempting to cut away skin from flesh over and over. Burning from the inside out as if forced to swallow lava and boiling oneself alive.

The parasite tendrils aren’t indestructible by any means. Flesh is flesh no matter the creature. But the parasite has the advantage of not experiencing the pain of being ripped apart from the inside out. Having not to tear into itself in a desperate scramble for free will. Having to rip out an intelligent new body part that insists it belongs there. Having a prefrontal cortex that would remember every excruciating second of self-mutilation and partial dismemberment. Albert has the unfortunate character trait of never backing down even when it’s to his detriment in the face of insurmountable pain if it means he’ll once again be in control of himself in the end.

With a final yell that makes you understand the definition of a war cry, Albert makes a final yank on the handful of alien bonds and they finally break with a sickening, fleshy snap.

Albert collapses against the wall of the communications room, breathing heavily and groaning in pain, as well as blocking the only exit. His chest heaves for oxygen, and his fist finally relaxes and drops to his side. His face falls into something that resembles relief and subdued rage. 

You watch him like prey analyzes a predator, heart in your throat and frozen in hopes that he’ll forget you’re even here if you stay still enough.

You’re not so lucky.

His snake eyes open, red and faintly glowing with a mixture of emotions when they perceive who you are; anger, annoyance, intrigue, then finally they land on something not even you can definitively describe. 

For a moment that seems to stretch into eternity, the room is silent except for his shaky breathing and the fluorescent lights overhead. Then Albert finally pushes himself up off the wall to stand at his full height over you.

“You’ve been very naughty dearest.” Even when Albert is panting for breath, his commanding presence can’t be understated. He’s still just as intimidating as he was on the day he supposedly died, except his piercing gaze isn’t focused on the destroyed computer system Chris was speaking from anymore. They’re focused on you. Albert was in a vulnerable state and you took advantage of it for your own gain, and you know very well from your years being married to him that he doesn’t take kindly to people who seek to control him.

But you know when he looks murderous, and that’s not the unreadable expression on his face at the moment.

Albert catches his breath and leans in closer to you. Your back is already to the corner, so you can only watch as his face leans away a few inches from yours to stare you down.

“But I suppose given the unique nature of the circumstances, I can give you the luxury of earning my forgiveness.” His words hold no trace of warmth, only an unsaid warning: come willingly or else.

You quickly weigh your options. You’re cornered. You have no weapons to defend yourself with. Your only contact with the outside world has been smashed to bits. Jake is MIA. Even in Albert’s weaker state, it wouldn’t do you any favors to make him angrier or risk him being able to catch you before you even cross the threshold of the door out of the communications room.

So you do the only sensible thing and nod in agreement.

“Good.” Albert replies in that same cold tone.

Before you can even blink, tendrils of Uroboros wrap themselves around your torso and armpits, lifting you up from the ground and carrying you as Albert exits the room.

“Your assistance is required in the lab, dearheart.”

You and Albert don’t speak on the way back to the inner sanctum.

Of all things to be on your mind, your focus is on the worms of Uroboros holding you tightly to Albert’s side. You can’t decide whether or not Albert has full control over his Uroboros mutation. The tendrils writhe like serpents in a way that indicates they’re doing it on their own, yet they’ll bend to Albert’s command when he wants them to. The black fluid dripping off of them seeps through your clothes and makes a chill run down your spine; the feeling of your wet clothes sticking to your skin only makes the feeling of Albert’s presence all the more suffocating.

He carries you through the desolate halls, your feet dangling in the air, and you both finally arrive at the inner sanctum. Albert’s foot catches slightly on a guard’s body that he’d mutilated back when he first woke up. He scowls from the intrusion, then kicks the corpse to the side.

Before you can even consider a path to escape once you're out of his grip, a few tendrils on Albert’s Uroboros arm unravel from your arms and whip a fallen metal cabinet in front of the main sliding doors. You know it won’t prevent them from opening, but you have a feeling the measure is more to keep you in than to keep others out. The tendrils return to their original position binding your arms to your sides.

To your surprise, there are no indications that Albert wants to put you down yet. He keeps carrying you when he steps over the threshold of the broken observation window and into the observation chamber, then towards the cylindrical tank where he breached containment. Without a word, he steps back into the tank and pulls you to his chest. Your face is only a few inches from his. Instead of having butterflies, your stomach churns with the uncertainty of what Albert has planned in that diabolical mind of his. 

He pauses to stare at you, his eyes roaming over your messy hair, your bloody clothes, and finally your face like he’s trying to reacquaint himself with your features. It’s a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, but you swear you see his slitted pupils inflate slightly when he looks down at you. 

Then just as quickly as it started, you observe his head twitch subtly and the pupils return to normal.

Albert makes a soft, “hmph,” and tilts his chin to the outside of the tank. A tendril immediately slithers out and presses something on the outside, then retracts. A metallic clunk resounds through the chamber and the tank lowers itself into the grate flooring below. 

The room below is much more cavernous than expected. The tank descends about two stories below the original chamber, finally stopping at the bottom in the middle of another room filled with more equipment. You notice storage cabinets, more observational equipment, some spare tanks like the one Albert was confined in, and an unusual assortment of large speakers lining the perimeter of the room. Youju’s words echo in your head: We’ve tried snippets of your voice and they’ve yielded positive results. It’s clear Youju and his team invested a lot of funds into setting them up. If it weren’t for the lab equipment and the emergency ladder jutting from the wall on the side of the room, the space could easily pass as an immersive rock concert space.

When the tank is finally on ground level, Albert steps out with you in hand and makes his way over to a section of the lab with a metal table and a console of some sort behind it. An intimidating contraption resembling a laser gun straight out of a sci-fi blockbuster hangs over the table. Your heart is in your throat, your mind immediately jumping to the worst conclusion, but to your relief Albert drags himself right by the metal table and sets you down in the chair behind the console.

His firm grip on your shoulder and downward pressure are a silent command: stay seated.

Albert makes his way over to a specific set of refrigerated cabinets, the door hissing out mist as an Uroboros worm opens it. There are several rusted cases with handles on them, similar to a briefcase roughly the size of a laptop bag. They look out of place in the pristine whiteness of the metal chamber. Everything else is modern and sleek like the equipment was upstairs before Albert destroyed everything. Several tendrils pick up different cases. Albert examines each one closely, scowling when it doesn’t meet whatever standard he has in mind, then places it back before moving on to another. Then another. Then another.

He’s looking for something.

It takes you longer than you’d like to gather yourself. “Why am I here?” Your voice resonates through the metal chamber and up to the grating above with no effort.

“You are going to be a good wife and assist me in eradicating this damned parasite from my body.” Albert answers pragmatically, like you assisting him whenever he requested is still the norm now like it was back at Umbrella. He lifts another case up to eye level and examines it. Albert doesn’t scowl, so this one appears to be satisfactory.

You can’t help but scoff at his answer. “And why would I do that?” You utter with revulsion. 

Albert’s head snaps toward you and you freeze. His eyes glow like embers, signifying his lack of patience with your attitude as he makes his way back over to you. He stares you down for a menacing few seconds, then gently places the case next to you on its side.

He clicks open the case and you can’t stop your eyes from going wide and your breath being stolen from your lungs. The case is rusted and dated because it’s an Uroboros syringe holding case from the Africa tanker. The syringe glints menacingly in the low light of the lab, similar to Albert’s cold anger underlying his next words.

“Disobey me, and that’s going in your arm whether you want it to or not. Understood?”

Despite your fear of Albert injecting you, there was always the protection of you not giving consent. Albert wanted you to want to take Uroboros all those years ago. As frustrating as your continued resistance was, in his mind, the eventual prospect of you submitting to his will of your own accord was too irresistible a possibility to abandon all together for something as trivial as his impatience.

Based on the burning embers of malintent in Albert’s demon eyes, you don’t have that luxury anymore.

What else can you do besides agree when your head is in the maw of the beast?

You nod, and steel yourself before you flick your gaze back up to him as you slip into a mask of neutrality. “What do I need to do first?”

Albert gives you an approving hum and turns his attention to the monitor, reaching over your shoulder and typing in specific parameters for whatever he’s about to have you do next.

“Targeted radiation on the parasite. I’ll handle the regulation device.” Albert replies shortly, not taking his eyes off of the computer system and typing away with surprising accuracy. After a moment, he’s finished typing and logs the data into the machine. You hear the sound of machinery whirring to life as he walks around the computer system and lies face down on the examination table. He looks somewhat comical with his disproportionately large Uroboros arm hanging over the side of it, with more than half flopping to the side to rest on the floor.

You briefly consider “missing” the parasite to radiate the back of his skull, but you decide against it. You and Albert know the Nemesis parasite doesn’t go that far up into the brain. Radiation isn’t painful in unaffected areas anyway.

“How did you know all of this was here?” You ask, moving the joystick so the radiation gun is directly over Albert’s spine between his shoulder blades, but due to the Uroboros overtaking the expanse of Albert’s upper back and the placement of the regulation device, it’s proving difficult to get direct access to his spine. His neck is no better. The flap of skin he ripped away has already started healing, but the skin is still red and angry from the stress of the injury and the blood that has trickled down against his pale skin. You keep having to adjust the placement of the radiation device due to the constant movement of the Uroboros on his body.

“I heard everything those degenerates were planning in my slumber. This new Umbrella will take any warm body into their ranks it seems. ” Albert replies bitterly.

You only nod and keep trying to maneuver the radiation device. After yet another adjustment, Albert snaps at you in annoyance.

“Pray tell, what is causing your hesitation?” 

You frown. “There’s biomatter in the way of your spine-”

“Irrelevant. Proceed.” 

You let out a sharp breath through your nose. You know this is going to be painful, but then again Albert isn’t one to shy away from pain. You turn your attention to the monitor. Albert had set it to measure heat, and it’s clear why. There’s a clear separation between the Nemesis parasite and Uroboros. The Nemesis parasite runs through Albert’s spine with smaller strands running through his limbs like burning crimson highways. The Uroboros strands run through the entirety of Albert’s torso and left arm like individual lazy rivers that intertwine into one unnatural, nauseating ocean.

You take a breath to steady your hand and begin with the left arm.

At first, Albert seems relatively unbothered from the Nemesis parasite disintegrating in his palm and fingertips. The Uroboros covering the afflicted areas only shiver and vibrate as the radiation passes through them. Occasionally, a strand will wither significantly, but most bounce back within a few minutes after the initial shock of the radiation passes. The weaker ones wither off and fall to the floor, melting away into a puddle. None of this seems to bother Albert. A necessary sacrifice. You see the muscles in Albert’s back contract when you guide the implement up the forearm and through the bicep.

When you finally make it to his spine you can hear Albert breathing heavily, no doubt with a gritted jaw trying and failing to look unaffected by the pain. He only starts to lose his composure when the radiation meets the angry skin at the base of his neck. His body shakes with Herculean effort to stay still, but it seems like Albert is reaching his limit. You frown. With how much he’s unintentionally moving, you can’t quite get all of the Nemesis parasite burnt away.

You pause the radiation to give Albert some time to regain his composure “Hold still. You’re going to make me fry your brain stem if you keep squirming.” You say coldly, still focusing completely on the monitor.

He sits up to glare at you with significant effort, breathing heavily from the lingering pain with a few tufts of blonde hair sticking to his forehead. “Do I get not an ounce of understanding from my own spouse?” He utters lowly, clearly losing patience.

You let out a disbelieving chuckle. “And why should you? It’s your own damn fault you're like this.” Your face drops into something less amused. “What was that thing you said about Birkin after Antarctica? He was a victim of his own hubris and deserved no sympathy?”

Albert slams his Uroboros arm on the ground with so much force that it cracks the tiles and the sudden sound makes you jerk in your seat. 

“You never did know when to stop , did you?” He growls, striding over behind the console before you can even think to get up from your seat to move away from him. Albert looms over you, his eyes slitted and annoyed as he uses his Uroboros arm to trap you in your chair, a few of the tendrils wrapping around your torso and jaw to keep your eyes on him. You try to swat them away with little success.

“I will not be lectured like an unruly child by you.” Albert ignores your attempts to keep him from touching you at first, but his expression hardens a moment later.

“Where is it?” Albert says lowly, an Uroboros tendril grabbing your wrist to maneuver your forearm into his line of sight. His eyes glow faintly as he looks at your left hand.

You look at Albert with a tired expression. “I’m not a mind reader Al-”

“My ring. Where is it?” 

Oh.

Truthfully, you hadn’t worn that ring in years. You don’t even know where it could be at this point. You’re silent for a moment, but then decide to just spit it out. “I sold it.” You say with a straight face.

Albert’s face twitches. “What? ”

You take a breath and continue. “I sure as hell wasn’t going to dip into your blood money to survive. Not that I could access it anyway. The whole thing was mysteriously donated to the B.S.A.A.”

Albert sets his jaw. “That ring was a symbol of our partnership-”

“Oh don’t pretend there was any love lost those last few months. Hell, those last couple years we were together. That ring represented a dead marriage, no pun intended.”

“A temporary falling out because you couldn’t see reason.” Albert growls.

“By willingly taking a virus that would statistically kill me? Huh! It’s a wonder I didn’t see ’reason.’ ” You bite back, putting air quotes around the last word to emphasize how ridiculous you saw his claim even while the additional appendages from said virus are still holding you in place in your seat.

Albert takes a sharp breath from his nose. “When we get to the mainland you’ll get another one.” There’s no warmth in his voice; only the cold pragmatism that seemed to seep itself into every interaction, as well as an underlying impatience.

“No.” You utter firmly, your previous fear replaced by an unresolved anger that’s been boiling below the surface for years.

“No? You made vows, sweetness. In sickness and in health.” Albert recites the words like a binding contract.

“‘-and til death do us part.’ You died. I’ve already fulfilled that. And if you think I’m willingly going to put on another ring of yours, you’re senile! You have no idea how unnecessarily difficult it’s been to live my life because of what you fucking tried to do!” 

“Oh life’s been a bit hard, has it? Oh poor thing. I wouldn’t know anything about hardship.” Albert spits in a mocking tone, tendrils tightening slightly around you.

“You tried to destroy the world, failed, and now have to suffer the consequences. Boo hoo, you have it so difficult. Do you hear yourself?” You mock back.

“We would have been gods.” 

“You would have been god of nothing except the ashes of civilization, and maybe my corpse if I didn’t turn into a pile of worms first!”

“You are better than them. We would have ruled above the rest. We are destined for more than mere mortality!” Albert insists with frustrating conviction.

“And what is so horrible about growing old together?” Your anger softens into something more hurt and vulnerable. “You talk about making a new world like our old one was insignificant but Albert I liked our simple life!” Your words ring in the air and dissipate, only emphasizing just how different you and your newly resurrected husband have become.

Albert stands there in silence, still looming over you, then slowly takes a few steps back so he can look at you fully. The Uroboros around you unfurl from you in an almost caressing manner as Albert stares down at you, the mutated arm resting at his side. His expression isn’t kind, but it’s not mocking. It’s almost tender, but still guarded enough so that he doesn’t show you anything that could be interpreted as weakness.

“Spouses are meant to strengthen one another.” Albert murmurs, his ruby eyes gazing at you with something akin to longing before he continues. “I’ll just have to show you the error of your thinking. You’ll forgive me later once you witness its power.”

You sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head, disappointed. “If you wanted a partner in crime, you shouldn’t have killed Excella.” You utter, resigned to the fact that your future will never include the man the progenitor virus took away.

The mere mention of Excella’s name makes the tenderness in Albert’s expression vanish and become replaced with something volatile. “You are the only one worthy.”

“Excella would have gladly taken my place without batting an eye. You didn’t seem to mind. She seemed pretty worthy when she was feeling you up and you didn’t push her off.” You accuse with a frown. After seeing the security footage, you’re positive he only allowed Excella to touch him to get under your skin. Why not use it to get under his?

“Don’t pretend you’re innocent in all this.” Albert growls lowly, his eyes flashing then dying down into their normal brilliant red.

You have to steel yourself for a few seconds to keep up the facade of strength. “I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“You helped them.” Albert interrupts, staring you down and taking a step towards you. “You helped him. You’re going to tell me why.”

You keep your mouth shut, mulling over your options for how to get out of directly answering him.

You know what Albert’s really asking: Why did you help Chris Redfield of all people? Thorn in his side, Chris Redfield. Representation of everything Albert sought to destroy, Chris Redfield. Mortal enemy Chris Redfield. Apart from him and Sheva being your only options for rescue and escape, deep down you knew you couldn’t do what needed to be done yourself. The Uroboros plan was Albert’s twisted culmination of Spencer’s ideals and you knew when you were rescued from being strapped to that chair that Albert would succeed at his plan or die trying. You’re no killer, but it was surprisingly easy on your conscience to willingly give the keys to Albert’s demise in Chris’ capable hands to ensure the world lived another day. 

But you know that answer will enrage him, so you do the next best thing. 

You lean over and swipe the Uroboros case so it falls to the floor, and you make a beeline towards the chamber’s pod elevator in the center of the room. Within seconds you hear Albert’s tendrils catch the case and feel a couple others wrap around your waist. You try in vain to rip them off, groaning in frustration.

“Tsk, tsk. How very naughty and disappointing. I’ll have to rectify that.” Albert tuts in a condescending tone.

He reels you in with more and more Uroboros worms until once again you’re lifted off the ground until you’re face to face with him, trying in vain to squirm out of the tenderil’s wet grip. Albert holds the Uroboros case up, then plucks the syringe out of the case and dangles it within your line of sight while giving you a stern look.

“Choose your next words very carefully my sweet. You wouldn’t want my hand to slip. Would you?”

Before you can think of a clever retort, high pitched feedback rings from one of the speakers on the other side of the room which causes both you and Albert to wince. As quickly as it starts, it cuts out and you hear the clash of something small and metal landing on the tile beneath Albert’s feet. The world goes white from a flash of light and there’s ringing in your ears. Then, a gunshot shatters through the air and Albert lets out a pained, angry snarl. 

“Little late for a family reunion, huh Wesker?” 

Your vision clears as you look up towards the voice and you can’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh. Jake is almost all the way down the emergency ladder with holsters of weapons all across his body, a smoking magnum revolver in his hand and a pin from a used flashbang hanging off his thumb.

His clothes are scorched in places from the explosion, he has a few cuts and scrapes and minor burns, and he looks much worse for wear than when you last saw him, but he’s alive.

“It appears I missed one.” Albert grunts in annoyance, looking at Jake like he’s a mere pest and not a viable threat against him. To your relief, Albert places the syringe back in the case, shuts it, then places it back on the radiation console. He plops you in your chair. You briefly think about running again, but then Jake shoots at Albert again and Albert lunges at Jake and all you can do is watch the chaos unfold.

You’ve seen Jake fight beforehand you know he’s skilled in hand to hand combat, but it’s clear that Jake has underestimated just how fast Albert can be when he’s not inhibited by a parasite. Albert’s speed isn’t anything close to what it was in Africa, but it’s fast enough for him to anticipate Jake’s moves and land several unforgiving blows to his stomach before Jake can even line up another shot to fire.

After a particularly brutal jab that leaves Jake gasping for air, Uroboros wraps around Jake’s neck while Albert grips the holsters and yanks them off Jake’s body. Several guns and flashbangs clatter to the floor while Jake holds up the magnum, only for Albert to grip the barrel and aim it at the ground as another shot rings through the air like thunder. The tendrils squeeze harder around Jake’s neck and he begins coughing and clawing at the appendage in vain. While Jake is distracted. Albert rips the magnum from his hand and tosses it aside, then wraps his own hand around Jake’s neck to join the tendrils and lifts Jake up so his feet are no longer touching the ground.

Seeing the flash of fear on Jake’s face makes you come to your senses and dart out of your chair and shout across the chamber, your words echoing off of the metal walls. 

“Albert stop, he's your son!” You blurt out in panic. In a perfect world, you would have never willingly admitted that to Albert. However, between Jake having his neck snapped or experimented on by his own father, you’re taking the latter in hopes of buying him more time.

Albert’s arm stills. Jake is left barely able to breathe with his feet kicking air. Albert tilts his head towards you, a sign that he’s processing your words. 

“He’s your son. Put him down. He’s of more use to you alive.” You repeat in a wavering voice, your eyes darting between Albert’s stiff posture and Jake’s grimacing face.

After another moment of mulling over your words, Albert scoffs and tightens his grip. “You never had a child. I would have known.” Albert states coldly.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “He’s your son. Not mine. You and the Edonian woman’s.”

To say Albert’s expression softened would be inaccurate since that would imply he holds some kind of affection for the son he’s never met. Instead his expression becomes less hardened in annoyance, and more appraising; similar to how one turns over an apple to check for bruises or how one looks at a screwdriver to ensure it’s the right tool for the job.

“How-” Albert starts his sentence like he’s going to ask a question, but he stops himself to examine Jake’s facial features more closely.

“-unanticipated.” 

Albert continues to stare at Jake’s face, only slightly loosening the Uroboros around his neck so he doesn’t choke. He seems to be making mental notes about Jake’s face; the eyes and facial structure are his, the stature is his. Looking at them side by side, it’s impossible to deny they’re father and son. The only major differences are Jake’s slightly leaner build and buzzed red hair.

Albert tilts his head, letting out a barely audible “hmph.” He makes his way over to the spare pods near the radiation console, unceremoniously opening one of them and depositing Jake inside it and quickly shutting the door. The door hisses and beeps, signaling successful pressurization.

“Stay there. I have more pressing matters to attend to.” Albert states, making his way back to the examination table. The Uroboros enveloping his upper back shivers and shifts around the circular regulation device on his back, looking for some purchase in the metal.

“Hey!” Jake chokes out, coughing a few times before he can catch his breath. “Hey! Get back here I’m talking to you!” Jake bangs on the reinforced glass with his fist, not making any progress in getting out or getting Albert’s attention. Albert replies with his focus on the regulation device.

“Not to worry boy. You’ll have my undivided attention in due time.” Albert says, his voice practical and cold as he continues to try and get a good grip on the device with his tendrils, but they only slide off the metal without getting much purchase on the device. 

“We have so much catching up to do after all.” Albert grits, getting frustrated and letting out a sharp breath through his nose, then turns his gaze to you.

“My darling, twist the release mechanism.” Albert commands, his voice deceptively calm. Not seeing any viable way to refuse him and with a hesitant glance at Jake, you do as he commands.

With surprisingly steady hands, you twist the regulator on Albert’s back counterclockwise until you hear a click and a hiss. Underneath the mechanism, you see the hauntingly familiar sight of a glowing organ when you let the cover fall to the floor; his weak point. However, unlike Africa, there are thick bands of Nemesis parasite covering the body part.

So this is why the radiation hurt him earlier. 

You hear a soft hiss of air releasing behind you, and before you and Albert can react, a knife you didn’t see Jake carrying plunges into the glowing organ and Albert snarls in pain. Jake quickly grabs your arm in a vice grip and whisks you away behind some machinery while Albert attempts to remove the intrusion. Jake leads you behind a big machine with several monitors.

“You alright?” Jake whispers, eyes darting over your form checking for any injuries.

“I’m fine! How the hell did you-” You start to ask, but Jake puts up a hand to silence you.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a candle to snuff me out, Doc.” Jake quips with his usual smirk.

Jake reaches into his pocket, then puts a remote in your hand. You look at him with a confused expression. “It controls the speakers, and it has a microphone. I need you to distract him.” Jake whispers with a determination that makes you immediately nod in agreement. You don’t know what his plan is, but you’re more than willing to follow along. 

You hear Albert let out another snarl across the room, then the clatter of metal on tile as he throws the knife to the side..

“My darling, you’re a smart girl. Can’t you see how necessary this is? The world is long overdue for a cleansing fire.” Albert announces loudly, scanning the room for you and Jake as he prowls around the center of the room.

With an encouraging nod from Jake, you press a button on the remote and see a green light illuminate on a speaker on the other side of the room.

“Do you hear yourself? What kind of husband insists on giving their wife a death sentence and calls it love?” You utter into the remote.

Jake gives you a thumbs up, then whispers, “Keep him busy, I’ll be back.” Then, you see him disappear behind some equipment. Albert makes his way towards the speaker with alarming speed, frowning when he doesn’t see you hiding nearby and then plunging his Uroboros arm into the speaker to render it useless, tossing the ruined equipment to the side. 

“What kind of husband would I be if I was against making my wife better and stronger than the rest?” Albert growls back, his red eyes glowing and scanning the room for your hiding place. He stalks the room, walking right by your current spot. You wait until he’s a safe distance away before scurrying to another position behind some shelves. You hit a button to activate a speaker on the other side of the room you can’t see from your hiding spot and speak into the remote again. 

“Do you not realize what you’ve done to yourself? You’re slow and weak. I don’t remember the last time I saw you this lost!”

You hear Albert’s heavy footsteps glide across the room, then the sound of electricity and a more aggressive clash of metal. His voice is low; a fake sweetness coats his words.

“Do you not remember how much I’ve done for you? How much I’ve provided for you? How much I loved you? I only want what’s best for you my dear.”

You change the speaker output. “So I should be indebted to you for doing things a good husband should do anyway?” You retort, speaking into the remote once again before crawling to your new haven of safety, switching the output to another speaker early since you’ve moved yourself into a tight spot under a table with not much else around that provides sufficient cover. 

Once again, Albert whips his Uroboros arm towards the speaker to clear away the equipment, which groans and breaks from the force of it. You hear Albert let out a frustrated “hmph,” then forcibly rip the speaker from the wall and fling it into the opposite wall. Despite his visible frustration, his voice is still even and persistent as he eyes the chamber for your hiding place.

“Come now dearest, don’t you want a taste of being divine? Your brain has always been your greatest strength. Don’t you want your other qualities to be just as insurmountable? Don’t you realize how special you could be?”

You speak into the audio system before you think about the consequences of your words. “What’s special about me didn’t come from a syringe!”

Tendrils wrap around the speaker and explode against the adjacent wall before you can even blink, followed by a frustrated growl from Albert. “Even when presented with the path to godhood, you throw it back in my face by wagging that smart mouth of yours. I think it’s high time I remind you who has real power here!”

It’s clear Albert’s patience has run out when he rips and destroys every speaker he can see from their respective positions one by one. The room is filled with the clash of metal, high pitched audio feedback, and the sound of electricity being freed from the confines of their cables. 

One of the speakers crashes against the wall above your head and you let out an involuntary shriek from how close it comes to hitting you. You slap your hand over your mouth, but it’s already too late. Albert pounces across the room, sneering at you when he sees you cowering under a table.

“There you are!” 

You try in vain to crawl away, but the tendrils are quick to coil around your ankle and drag you back out into the open. The tendrils once again bind your arms to your sides as they dangle you in the air where you’re eye to eye with an unamused Albert.

“As much as I enjoy indulging you in a game of hide and seek, I tire of these childish games.” Worms of Uroboros pluck the virus case from the table across the room and time seems to slow down as you realize what’s about to happen. You try in vain to wiggle from the grip of the Uroboros enveloping your body.

The tendrils hold the case next to Albert’s free arm, opening it for him and reaching inside. They search for a moment too long, then Albert looks down. You do as well: the case is empty. A growl emanates from Albert’s throat, confused and with angered annoyance bubbling below the surface.

“Looking for this?”

Yours and Albert’s heads whip towards the voice. It’s Jake aiming a heavy duty magnum revolver at Albert in one hand, and the Uroboros syringe in the other. He’s holding the syringe in between his fingers, playing with it like he’s spinning a pen for a moment before grasping it in a fist and holding up the magnum a little higher like he’s aiming straight between Albert’s eyes.

“Do us both a favor and put the lady down pal.”

Albert doesn’t move. He stands there with you tightly in his grasp, weighing his options before he forcefully tosses the case to the side into some smoldering rubble. 

“You will surrender that to me, boy.” Albert utters lowly, demon eyes faintly glowing with malintent.

Jake’s confidence morphs into a protective scowl. “So you can infect her?” Jake’s aim shifts from Albert’s head to the syringe in his hand. “Fat chance daddio.” 

A long silence falls over the room, only broken by smoldering equipment and the occasional burst of escaped electricity. Eventually, the silent standoff is broken by a chilling chuckle from Albert.

“Well yes.” Albert tightens his grip around your throat. “But you should know that there are consequences for defying my wishes.”

Jake’s eyes dart between you and Albert, his brow furrowing even more. “You’d kill her? After all that trouble to drag her here in one piece?”

Albert releases a chilling laugh that embodies disbelief and smugness all at once. “I can bring her back in other ways. After all, there are so many viruses and parasites to choose from. All I have to do is decide which one is worthy of my insolent wife.” To emphasize his point, black tendrils wrap around your throat and squeeze. It’s not enough to choke you, but it’s enough to dent the skin of your neck and make breathing just a little difficult. Despite the very real threat, you’d much rather suffocate than the alternative. You look Jake in the eyes and shake your head.

Destroy it Jake.

Jake’s eyes flick between you, then Albert, then the dreaded syringe in between his fingertips. He’s silent much too long for your liking, seemingly mulling over all the possibilities that could unfold if he pulls the trigger. He looks from the syringe to Albert, then you. His face morphs into something more relaxed and you know he’s about to do something stupid. Jake turns his gaze back to Albert with a cocky smile, holding the syringe between his fore and middle fingers.

“You want this? Then come and get it.” Before anyone can react, Jake uncaps the syringe with his teeth and plunges it into his neck.

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a/n: Thank you all for being patient! The pacing for this part and the next was bothering me so I split it up and the next part should be ready much sooner than this one! Thanks for reading!

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Chris Redfield x Reader

“Where you are”

Hi there y’all, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a one shot but this one has been in my drafts for a while. It hasn’t been edited well so bear with me. I hope you all enjoy. This is a mature one shot, so minors do not interact. There are themes of dubious consent as well as mentions of pregnancy.

Y/N was so ready for this mission to be over. They had just discovered some valuable information and samples from this specific testing site.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N was proud of the work the team had accomplished this mission. Instead of being the clean up crew for an active outbreak site, they were able to get into an actual lab and make arrests before things escalated. Now, all they needed was to analyze the samples to see exactly what kind of testing was being conducted on the property.

Y/N started to undo the PPE she wore. Making sure to tear off the respirator first.

The respirators they wore were heavy and extremely hot, causing its wearer to sweat profusely. She couldn’t wait to get into a shower as she ripped off hers to get some air on her skin.

She looked over to see the team’s captain, Chris Redfield wiping the sweat off his face as well.

He met her gaze and gave her a wink. She made sure to return his playful gesture, the other members of hound wolf oblivious to their flirtatious behavior.

You and Chris had been quietly dating for about 6 months. The two of you had been taking it slow, considering there was a significant age gap of 16 years between the two of you.

The power dynamic was definitely an interesting part of your relationship as well.

You were the first one to bring up possibly leaving Hound Wolf if things became more serious between them. Chris was reluctant to the idea at first.

You expressed how the job started to burn you out, especially after the way things were handled in Europe with the Winters family.

You had such a soft spot for Rose; she was the reason you stayed with Hound Wolf for so long. She was starting to age rapidly and the nature of her situation was a challenge that the BSAA had trouble handling.

There was even talks of training Rose to become a member of Hound Wolf.

That's where you drew the line.

You loved Rose, you held her every chance when she was an infant and when she was abducted by Miranda you didn’t sleep until she was found.

Rose’s abduction made you rethink your decision of working such a dangerous job.

Sure, when you were younger and obsessed with the ability to help people on such a large scale, you didn’t even think about yourself. You knew that it would be impossible to have a normal life; but, as the years went on, you started to soften.

You were starting to crave normalcy.

Chris was understanding of how you felt and respected your decision. He didn’t bring up the subject again.

You also think that’s why the two of you hadn’t had sex yet.

In the time that you two had become acquainted and became “more than friends” according to Chris himself; the squad was busy with deployments to all different corners of the world.

When the team had a rare bit of down time, Chris would mostly take you out, to get your minds off of work. Recently, Chris invited you over to his place and you were hoping to get some action.

The two of you ended up watching your favorite campy movies. Chris would end up putting his arm around you and you would snuggle in closer rubbing his thigh, hoping he would get the message.

Much to your dismay his eyes were glued to the TV screen.

The night ended with you falling asleep on him. Ever the gentleman, he carried you to a spare bedroom so you could sleep peacefully.

He had woken you up, but you pretended to be asleep hoping he would carry you into his bedroom. You really wanted him to flop you on the bed and start kissing you awake so the two of you could fuck for the first time; but you knew that wasn’t Chris’ style. He was a true gentleman.

After that, you wondered if the age gap was too weird for him.

That was a couple weeks ago, and the two of you hadn’t been able to be alone since. Your sexual frustration was getting worse, and it was getting harder and harder to hide.

You started to think you had opened up to him too soon and that maybe the two of you were headed towards a split.

You couldn’t blame him, the two of you had different priorities it seemed. The thought of not being together, even though you had been seeing each other for a short time made your heart sink.

The two of you had been intimate in other ways than physically. He was so easy to talk to, he always knew how to comfort her. You hoped he felt the same way about you.

You remember the first time Chris had finally let down his walls in front of you. The two of you had been sharing a drink in a quiet bar, talking about anything and everything.

He was a couple drinks in when a group of young men in their early twenties came into the bar. They were obviously in some kind of military service, hence their cohesive appearance.

Chris’ face fell as the couple watched the men laugh and start ordering.

“They remind me of my old team.”

You looked at the way he gripped his glass and the look of sadness in his eyes.

It might have been the alcohol, but you reached out your hand to rub his arm.

“Tell me about them.” You said gently, hoping he wouldn’t push you away.

Chris let out a low sigh and punched the bridge of his nose. Chris had a reputation, especially since the 2012 global terrorist attacks.

You knew he had lost every single one of his soldiers, and it took a toll on him; that was no secret. Chris wasn’t known to talk about himself, especially his past, so you were shocked when he began to talk about his Lieutenant, Piers Nivans.

“This kid, well,I guess he wasn’t a kid.” Chris began to laugh while he told the story. “Was a total hardass, I swear, I would have hated to have this guy in charge of me when I was in the air force.”

You returned his smile. You loved to see the skin around his eyes crinkle when he was happy.

Chris continued, “One day, I guess the other guys on the team got so sick of him always being on their ass, they decided to wrap all his shit up in Christmas wrapping paper, down to his toothbrush. Nivans flipped his fucking lid, I mean really lost his fucking mind. He started threatening everyone in the barracks that if they didn’t help unwrap his shit, he would make them run suicide drills for the rest of the week.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of painstakingly wrapping all of someone’s personal belongings for a joke; that was dedication.

“Did they unwrap it?” You asked genuinely interested.

Chris laughed, “of course, I even helped. We spent 2 hours unwrapping Nivans’ things. We really bonded as a team that day. Even Nivans lightened up. He was a great kid. His dad was just a real hardass on him.” Chris said, his smile beginning to fade.

“I remember having to go tell that same father to

tell him that his son died on my watch.” Chris rubbed his stinging eyes to prevent tears from falling.

You had never seen him show so much emotion.

You got up from your bar stool and hugged him tight. To your surprise he returned it before letting go, hoping no one had seen the intimate moment between you two.

Chris quickly paid their tab and the two of you went out to

his car to talk somewhere more private.

By the time the two of you had completely sobered up it was late.

Chris drove you back to your apartment, walking you up

to the door.

When you went to put your key into the lock, Chris grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for your first kiss. You were caught off guard, but enjoyed the intimacy. You placed your hand behind his head entangling your fingers through his cropped brown hair. You wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away too soon.

You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and he chuckled.

“Get some rest, Y/L/N. You’re gonna need it for Monday.” He started to walk back to the car while you were still standing in front of your door in shock.

Now, 6 months later, the two of you still hadn’t passed first base.

You remained in thought as you observed Chris joking around with the other team members. You loved that he always remembered their interests outside of work.

Like how Umber Eyes had a soccer team he followed religiously and how Canine was obsessed with the Marvel-verse and would argue to the death about how it was superior to D.C.

You were broken out of your thoughts when you heard Lobo called your name.

“Any progress on those samples, squint?” He asked half jokingly. “I wanna go home.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m almost done cataloging, if we get through this next hallway, we can go home.”

The team cheered.

“Alright team, you heard Y/N, let's suit back up and get the hell out of here.”

The rest of you did as you were told and headed to the rest of the facility.

As you & Chris were scanning through the empty rooms for any remnants of biohazardous materials, a cloudy substance began to fill the room.

You thanked god for the rebreather until you looked over to see Chris clutching his.

You rushed over to him. “Alpha, are you okay?”

He responded with a rough cough.

You tried not to panic. “We’ve got to get you out of here.” You quickly grabbed onto him and led him out of the now noxious room.

When you made it into the main hallway, you buzzed comms. “I need an Evac, Alpha has been exposed to an unknown contaminant. Repeat, I need an evac.”

You heard heavy boots quickly making their way towards you, it was the rest of Hound Wolf.

Umber eyes and Lobo grabbed each one of Chris’ arms and quickly made their way out of the lab.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

You thanked God Chris was okay.

The BSAA deployed another team of trained “squints” to run samples on the gas immediately after Hound Wolf was successfully evacuated.

Turns out the gas was a pheromone used to attract BOWS as a part of defense against intruders.

Luckily for Hound Wolf the pheromone didn’t have any known adverse effects on humans and that the site was cleared of all living BOWS.

When Alpha was cleared and determined healthy, the rest of the team decided to go out to a nearby bar to destress from the mission.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go out Y/N?” Tundra inquired. “You looked pale when we got to base. Alpha’s going to be okay, you should really get out and have a drink.”

Y/n contemplated going out with them to save face, but in good faith she couldn’t leave Chris here by himself. He was considered healthy, but he didn’t deserve to be alone when he woke up.

“I really appreciate the invitation. I’ll catch yall next time.” She winked at her friend.

Tundra smiled warmly back at her. “Alright, I’ll let the other boys know.”

Y/N decided to go into Chris’ room to check on him.

The decontamination process was arduous and exhausting, so she expected him to be sleeping.

When she entered the room she was surprised to find him not only awake, but in the shower.

She felt embarrassed, barging in to his quarters like this, even if they were seeing each other romantically.

You turned pale when you heard the shower turn off and Chris stepped out of the bathroom. You heard shuffling and before you could leave, Chris entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He smiled. There was something different about him.

Chris turned you around and placed you on the bed with his hips digging into yours. You felt his thick erection against your thigh. He held you down by the nape of your neck. His grasp on you didn’t hurt but you couldn't move either.

You started to struggle a bit, nervous against his grasp, you definitely hadn’t pictured your first time together to be so rough. Was Chris even in his right mind? Of course not, it had to be the effect of the pheromones.

“Chris, please. I don’t want to do this, not this way.” You pleaded half heartedly.

The rough nature of his touch excited you, but you didn’t think it was right to take advantage of Chris when something was obviously wrong. Fuck, but the way he held you down, you wanted him, this was the kind of intimacy you were looking for.

Chris responded by spanking your firm ass, hard. You yelped.

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart.” He smacked your ass again harder. He reached his hand into your shorts and felt the wet slick of your arousal.

It was undeniable that you wanted him to fuck you.

He made a “tsk” noise. “You’re being such a bad girl. Now, ass up.”

Your body betrayed you, you lifted your hips up, high enough so he had full access to you.

Chris ripped your flimsy shorts and panties down in one fluid motion.

Chris entered you without warning, his thick cock felt like he was splitting you open. Tears began to prick your eyes as the stinging sensation of his cock opening your walls wider, began to intensify.

Chris began thrusting deeper into you, worried about his own pleasure over your own.

“Your pussy is made for me baby. You’re doing so good taking my cock like this.”

You began to whimper, you didn’t realize it but you were breathing loudly through the pain.

Chris brought his hand to your neck, grasping it to hold you in place, so your back was completely to his chest. He placed his other hand on your abdomen.

“You’re going to look so beautiful with my baby inside of you y/n.” Chris said, kissing behind your ear, thrusting faster into you.

The pain finally numbed into pleasure with each thrust and you felt yourself relaxing.

Chris must have felt your body loosen up because he pulled out of you. You whined, because you were finally getting used to his cock.

Chris picked you up by the backs of your thighs and placed you on top, reentering you before you could adjust yourself.

Chris began thrusting into you at a merciless pace, your breasts bouncing violently into his face. You couldn’t help but moan loudly. No one was here, you might as well just enjoy the moment.

Chris put one of your full breasts into his mouth suckling the tender flesh.

“God, just like that baby,” he moaned. You were now synchronized, you were grinding into him as he was thrusting into you. “Gonna make you mine.” He kissed the valley between your breasts.

You entangled your fingers in his hair, playing with it. You wanted to be as physically close as possible.

Chris’ strokes became longer and slower as she felt him get close to his climax. You decided to play dirty now.

You cradled his head into the crook of your neck “Please give me your baby, I want everyone to know that I’m yours.” You whispered into his ear with a smile evident in your voice.

Chris took that as an invitation to flip you on your back and position you into a mating press. He was completely pressed against you slamming into you mercilessly.

You felt the warmth of his cum inside of your womb almost immediately.

You were gasping for air, completely engulfed by the pleasure waves spasming through your body. Chris began to pull out of you slowly, not wanting to spill any of his seed from you.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead and pulled you close.

“You okay?” He said nuzzling into your ear.

“Chris,” you said shakily. “That was amazing.”

He absentmindedly rubbed your abdomen. “I meant what I said.”

You looked at him with a smirk growing on your features. “What did you say?”

Chris sighed knowing he deserved every bit of teasing. “I want you to have my baby.”

You decided to tease him more. “I’m good enough to have your baby, but not to marry?” You chided.

Chris looked genuinely hurt. “Of course I’d marry you.”

You kissed him again, assuring him you were just joking.

“When did you know that you wanted to be with me?”

“That’s hard to say.”

You looked at him confused.

He sensed your sudden apprehension. “What I mean is, " he said, running his hand through his hair, “Is that there wasn’t just one moment.”

You smiled a goofy smile, and kissed his cheek.

“Seriously, Y/N. When you let me talk about my team, you didn’t try to talk over me or tell me how to feel. You just listened. You know for the first time that night I actually was able to sleep without seeing their faces in my dreams?”

You blushed, deeper this time. You didn’t know how big of a deal that night was to him.

He continued. “And the time you held Rosemary for the first time. You had so much joy on your face and out of nowhere, you started talking about leaving Hound Wolf once she started getting older.”

You felt flattered. He really cared about you, he listened to you. You guess the age difference didn’t scare him at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner Chris?”

He started drawing circles with the pad of his finger on your shoulder. “I didn’t want to push you away. I wanted you so badly but telling you that I loved you too soon? Don’t you girls consider that a *red flag*?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his use of modern slang. You cupped his face with your hand and used your thumb to caress his cheek.

“I’m kind of glad you got gassed with those pheromones now.” You said jokingly. “I would have never known.”

Chris cracked a smile, the kind that accentuated his crow’s feet. “We would have reached that point eventually.”

You looked at him with a more serious emotion. “In all seriousness, I think it’s official that I’m off Hound Wolf.”

“Absolutely.”

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“Can I get you anything, babe?” Chris said as he got up

from the table.

“I’m good for right now.” He leaned down to kiss you and put his hand on your now obvious baby bump.

“Aww that’s so sweet.” Canine chided, Tundra elbowed him in the ribs.

You blushed, you still weren’t used to the team knowing that you and Chris were officially together; and expecting a child no less.

Chris sat down next to you and placed his hand lovingly on your thigh.

You had invited your friends over to celebrate, and to catch up. You hadn’t seen them since you were officially discharged from the BSAA.

When you confirmed your pregnancy, Chris had banned you officially from being near the BSAA headquarters.

He was very protective of you and the baby, so much so, he felt that even the slightest threat was too much for you.

The group sat at the table talking about recent deployments and how they had cycled out different squints in their squad and emphasized how none of them would ever be as good as you.

“Of course Alpha had to knock up the only good field tech.” Lobo joked.

Tundra rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to him Y/n. You look so happy. Motherhood looks great on you.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks, Emily. I’m so excited.” You turned your head towards Chris and placed your hand on top of his. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

“That’s disgusting,” Canine joked sarcastically, “Nobody should ever be that happy.”

“ I agree, I think we should talk about the BET.” Umber Eyes spoke up, a smile growing on his usually serious face.

Your face paled and you turned to Chris who looked equally as confused.

“We took bets on when,” Night Howl motioned to you and Chris. “this happened.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

Chris’ face scrunched up in anger at his teammates.

“You can’t be serious, that’s disgusting.”

“Now, you know you two can’t have all the fun. You’re the ones who made the damn kid.” Lobo laughed.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What does everyone think?” You said, rolling your eyes. The adults at the table all exchanged mischievous looks before answering.

“Well?” Chris decided to pressure them into talking.

“I said it was the night we all went to the bar and y/n” Canine pointed at you, “Stayed behind.”

Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t hide your shock that he was absolutely correct.

Canine’s eyes lit up with glee. “I was RIGHT.” He gloated to the rest of the teammates.

A collective of grunts and curses were heard around the table.

“You two couldn’t even wait to get back stateside?” Night Howl asked genuinely curious.

Chris answered. “We had been dating before, the pheromones just gave me a little extra confidence and I couldn’t wait.” He winked at you and your face went red.

“This is gross, we really need to change the subject.” Canine whined. “All of you owe me 20$.”

The rest of the night was spent talking about who the favorite aunt/uncle was going to be and who the new baby would look like.

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Prison Break- Part 7 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

CW: Slight Body Horror, Death, Suicide, Death Island Spoilers (obv)

WC: 5718 (oooo baby)

Summary: You and Rebecca Chambers reunite with the rest of the group to end this thing once and for all.

A/N: This is the end of the Death Island content. I have a few more chapters in mind to end this fic so buckle up :^). also the final battle might be a shit show and chaotic to read, but I literally sat down and wrote it as I rewatched it, so it's pretty much 1:1. Sorry if its a jumbled mess I tried my best.

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The hallways were cold and isolating, a memory of the past creeping up to you as you and Rebecca ran down the hallway. Blue fluorescent lights blinked above the two of you and the concrete flooring did nothing but echo footsteps as the two of you proceeded deeper into the jail. 

According to Rebecca, you and her were going to meet up with Chris, Claire, and hopefully Jill. Leon was off on his own, doing God knows what. You had an inkling that he went after Maria, and you were wise enough to stay out of that fight. 

When Leon went off on his own for a fight, he meant business; punches weren’t held when it was a one-on-one fight. Maria signed a death waiver the second she ran off and had Leon trailing her. 

Seeing as though Dr. Antonio Taylor was dead, the two of you needed a win on this mission. You were filled in on everything that happened while you were out of it, Taylor died while Claire tried to keep him from bleeding out. He was helpful enough to give her a thumb stick with something on it. 

You hoped that the six of you would be lucky and it was a vaccine or something along those lines. But you were seldom lucky in this job. 

“So, you and Leon,” Rebecca trailed off. 

“Is running with me through an abandoned prison that boring?” You asked and chuckled. 

“Kinda,” Rebecca replied with a giggle. 

“Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything. It’s new. As in, tonight new I guess,” You replied as the two of you made your way through another hallway. “For a prison, this place is a fucking workout to get through, Jesus Christ.” 

“We should be almost there. We’re headed to the shipment dock,” Rebecca said, sending you a soft smile and a thumbs up. 

The woman always knew how to make a room lighter with her smile and you missed that about her. Over the past year, the two of you had connected a bit, but not as much as her, Chris, and Leon. You didn’t want to intrude on their time together as friends, so you always made up an excuse to not go when you were invited. 

It wasn’t that you never wanted to go, it was genuinely because you thought you would be an intrusion on a private party. 

Their whole friend group intrigued you. Chris always seemed like a meat head to you, a meat head that knew his shit. He was always on and after being around Leon and going through a few missions, you knew why. It was hard to feel like you could relax in this job field. 

Claire seemed like someone that you would be friends with in elementary school, then stick together forever. She always amazed you with how she wasn’t afraid to get straight to the point no matter what or who was in her way. Leon had told you that she was 19 during Raccoon City and your jaw was on the floor. You had a lot of respect for Claire Redfield and she wanted you to feel included in everything the friend group did. 

Rebecca deserved so much more than she was recognized for. She’s done almost everything under the sun at the age she is. It honestly boggled your mind how her’s worked. On top of everything, she was just a sweetheart, humble and friendly.

Jill Valentine was still an enigma to you. Granted, Leon also just met her tonight so you had assumed that she wasn’t a party person. Given everything she’s gone through, you don’t blame her. You still technically hadn’t met her, being almost unconscious while she was in the same room as you. But maybe you would get to meet the enigma tonight. 

All in all, their friend group was impressive and heavily relied on each other to shoulder the experiences that they had gone through. The few times you had gone to their get togethers, you appreciated how present everyone was and how warm and welcoming they were. It felt like a family. 

Maybe after this mission, you would make it a point to go to more get togethers. 

“So, catch me up on what’s going on. I still have no fucking clue,” You said. It feels like everything happened while you were out. If you were feeling like this, you bet the Redfields were just as lost, being infected longer than you were. 

“We’re after Dylan Blake. He used Dr. Taylor’s findings to make a nanobot version of the 

T-virus,” Rebecca explained. 

“World ending again? Sounds like our kind of mission,” You grumbled. “We have to stop meeting like this, Rebecca,” You added, chuckling. 

The soles of your boots hit the floor over and over again, echoing through the cold hallways.

“Agreed,” She replied. The two of you got to the end of the hallway and found a bolt head door. You put your muscle to use and got it open, holding it open for Rebecca as she ran through and closing it behind you. 

Looking around, it seemed like a warehouse, almost like it didn’t belong in the prison. There were shipment boxes strewn around, forklifts, and other construction equipment. Your eyes darted to a catwalk where Jill and a man you hadn’t seen before, but could guess was Dylan Blake, were standing. 

Jill’s gun pointed at Dylan and they were talking, their conversation inaudible from your distance. Closer to you were the Redfields trying to get up to Jill. As you and Rebecca ran to catch up, you heard a vent get kicked out and looked up to see Leon running on the catwalks. 

He was running with the determination and confidence of someone that just won a battle; which you could assume he did considering Maria was nowhere to be found. His eyes locked with yours and he jumped down, scaling shipment boxes and he ran over to you. 

As he got closer, you could see a black eye and a bruise forming on a very broken nose. Red tainted his lips, blood pouring from said broken nose. His hands found your forearms as his eyes locked with yours. 

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?” He asked. 

You scoffed a bit. “How am I feeling? You look like someone took a bat to your face. What happened?” You asked, your hands meeting his face. 

As the two of you talked, you missed Dylan bringing his revolver up to his temple and pulling the trigger. His body staggered back, tripping and falling over the railing behind him and plummeting about 30 feet into the water below. 

All you two heard was the splash of his body hitting the water and your head whipped to where the sound came from. 

“We should…” Leon trailed off. 

“Talk later,” You finished for him. He nodded and ran with you towards the rest of the group. 

Jill was looking over the railing, searching for his body in case it popped back up. When she turned to talk to the group, your heart dropped. Looking between Leon and her, your brain was confused. Jill looked like her and Leon could be related, which did not help your eager heart. 

You didn’t know what you were expecting from hearing the stories of Jill Valentine, but it was not the woman who was in front of you. She had a bobbed side part, brown and a little darker than Leon’s. It was easy to tell that Leon’s hair was just a matured blonde that had faded to brown, but Jill’s was more a darker ashy brown. Her eyes were blue, a softer, yet piercing blue, like Leon’s. 

You would swear up and down that you didn’t have a type, but looking at Leon and Jill, you definitely did. Her whole demeanor read of a person much older than she looked; you made a mental note to ask her about her skin care regime later. She looked like she meant business and you had to remember that you were on a mission, not a meetup.

You could talk later, hopefully.

Jill’s mouth opened to say something, but the whole platform the six of you were on shook. A giant hand grabbed the railing and a monster rose from the water, giving all of you a good look at it. 

It would be hard to try and describe what it was, other than a man and nature made horror beyond all belief. Leon had shared stories with you about some of the things he fought before and he had a hard time explaining some things. His stories usually ended with him saying something like “You had to be there, I don’t know how to describe it” in reference to a mutated dinosaur or alligator. 

This world was fucked up and it fucked up your head some times. 

 Though you would’ve been lying if you said you weren’t a little jealous of him fighting a dinosaur. 

Now, you knew exactly what Leon meant when he said those things because the creature in front of you was beyond any means of description. It was like if a whale sprouted legs like Kamajī from Spirited Away. It had a face almost like a doll, but also nothing like a doll because it was a melted skull.

Again, it was hard for your brain to process how to describe it. 

The creatures roared, it’s ugly face opening and saliva going everywhere. 

“Dylan used the virus to fuse with a bioweapon,” Jill said, her eyes never leaving the thing. 

“Looks like we’re dealing with this first,” Chris huffed.

“Let’s do it,” Leon said, reloading his gun. 

It wasn’t hard for your brain to process the arm sweeping the platform. Jill and Chris cleared it with a jump, Leon used the railing behind you to use as a step launch, you and Rebecca dove under the arm, and Claire being her somehow jumped and spun over it. 

All of you easily cleared the arm, but scattered when it slammed down on the platform, causing the metal under your feet to crumble. 

Jill and Chris got flung onto one side, Claire and Rebecca flung to another, sliding off the platform. You blacked out for a second, only to come to feeling someone’s hand around your wrist, holding you up. Your eyes looked up to see Leon holding onto a support beam from under the platform, holding the two of you dangling in the air. 

Your head whipped to where the monster was and saw a crane next to it. Putting two and two together, your free arm raised up with your handgun, shooting the heavy metal hook off of the crane. It swung in the air, slamming into the monster and making it roar in pain. The metal hook got stuck in what would be the skull’s eye socket, blood spurting from the creature. 

The monster whipped its head back and forth, trying to get free of the hook. Metallic creaking filled the air as the crane started to fall towards Jill and Chris on the ground. 

Explosions went off on the right side of the monster and your eyes could make out Rebecca and Claire with rocket launchers on the ground. 

Looking up, you could see that Leon was straining, trying to keep the two of you up. 

“Drop me, I’ll land on the floor,” You said. His eyes met yours and you could tell he wasn’t mentally present. For some reason, he had the same look in his eyes when he remembered something from his past. Leon looked haunted, like he was reliving something from years ago. 

“Leon, it’s okay, it’s a 10 foot drop,” You said. 

His grip on your wrist tightened, his face scrunched up like he was fighting the memories from whatever he was going through. 

“Hey, Leon!” You said louder, your voice snapping him out of whatever trance he was just in. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, dropping you to the ground. 

As the two of you were getting down from the support beam, grenades were getting launched into the creature, its side erupting in flames on the impact. 

You rolled on impact, lessening the hurt to your ankles as the two of you landed. Leon stood up, helping you up and he ran his hand through his hair. Something he always did when he was stressed out a little too much without an outlet for it. 

“Sorry, just…” He trailed off. 

“Memories, I got it. Don’t worry about it,” You replied and patted his bicep supportingly. “We gotta keep our heads in the game though,” 

Leon nodded and looked around. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an army truck with a gas tankard on the back of it. “That could put a dent in it,” He said and pointed to it.

Your eyes followed his and you nodded. “Good eye, let’s get that thing running,” You replied. The two of you took off running as you could hear chaos behind you. Multiple guns, grenade launchers, and rocket launchers all going off and hitting the monster, only to fail. 

Leon beat you to the driver’s seat, and instead of wasting time arguing, you sucked it up and got in the passenger seat. 

“If you're driving, I get a gun, fork it over, Pretty Boy,” You said and held out your hand to him. 

“You sure know how to treat me like a princess,” He grumbled and reached into his holster, handing you a lightning hawk magnum caliber handgun. 

“Where the shit did you find this?” You asked as he started up the jeep. 

“In the sewers. I was doing our job while you were asleep,” Leon said with a smirk. 

Your hand turned over the gun in admiration, checking the chamber to make sure it was fully loaded. When you process his words you scoffed. 

“I sure had a relaxing nap,” You replied sarcastically. 

Leon drove the truck forward a bit, then hit the breaks. Claire and Rebecca had run behind a concrete support bar and were catching their breath, evading an explosion. Leon parked the jeep and stood up. 

“Claire!” He yelled to get her attention. 

“What?” Claire responded, her and Rebecca’s eyes finding the two of you through the smoke and gunpowder. 

“You still have that password Taylor gave you?” He asked. 

Claire pat the pocket of her jacket. “Yeah, right here.”

“Take Rebecca and stop those drones, we’ll keep him busy!” Leon said. 

Claire and Rebecca were on their feet, nodding in agreement. As soon as the two of them took off, Rebecca turned back around to face the two of you. 

“Don’t die!” She said, then turned back around. 

It was unfortunate that the people in your life had to say that to you on a fairly regular basis. 

Leon got back in the tuck and put it into drive, driving past the two girls and towards the monster. 

“So uh, what’s the plan?” You asked. 

“Jump when I tell you to,” Leon replied, smirking a bit. 

“This is the last fucking time I get in a vehicle with you driving,” You sighed, watching the monster get closer and closer to the truck. 

About 30 feet before the truck collided with the creature, Leon nodded at you. “Now!” He barked. The two of you swung onto the roof and ran along the truck towards the back. Your ears picked up the sound of a grenade pin dropping and you turned to see a grenade in Leon’s hand. His spare hand grabbed your wrist and the two of you jumped when you reached the end of the truck. Leon threw the grenade behind the two of you and pulled you into his chest. He rolled so that he took the brunt of the impact of the concrete floor as the two of you hit it. 

Rolling a few times, the two of you ended up sprawled out on the floor. Leon still holding you close to his chest and you nestled between his body and the ground. The explosion came soon after, Leon’s shoulders hunching over as he flinched and the heat of the flames being felt by your legs. 

“I’m getting too old for this shit,” Leon groaned. 

“I didn’t ask you to be my landing pad,” You chuckled back as the two of you recovered, getting to your feet. 

“A ‘thank you’ would suffice,” Leon said, dusting the soot off of his shirt. Your hands helped him, patting off the dust and debris. 

“Thank you,” You said in a dramatic sing-songy tone. “My hero.”

Leon chuckled and looked to your left, seeing a crate. “Let’s see if we can find any goodies,” He said and ran over, you following close behind him. 

The tankard did nothing but stall the creature for a few seconds, only making it angrier. 

“Tell me,” You said. “The missions you had before I joined the D.S.O., were they always like this?” You asked, looting the various crates with Leon. Your eyes searched for ammo or any new guns, the Lightning Hawk being lost in the tankard explosion.

“Actually, yeah. The Arias thing was actually pretty straightforward, more than I’mused to,” He replied as his fingers unlatched a crate. 

“You call almost getting squeezed to death ‘straightforward’? What is your life?” You asked. 

Leon smiled a bit, exhaling a laugh. He found an automatic rifle with a drum in one of the crates and started pocketing any ammo for it. Finding a rifle of your own, you followed him towards the monster, climbing over various storage crates and shipping boxes. 

The monster must’ve noticed the two of you and been angry about the tankard, because before you could even load rounds into it, a foot came crashing down onto the shipping container the two of you were on. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Leon get launched into the air as you fell towards the ground. 

Taking the blunt impact, you coughed out a groan and got to your feet. Maybe Leon was right about being too old for this shit, you certainly felt like you were getting too old for this shit. 

“Chris, Leon!” You heard Jill yell. Looking around, you couldn’t find Leon, until you looked up and saw him hanging from the rafters. You wondered how the fuck he got up there, then starting running towards Jill and Chris. 

“What’s that?” Chris asked, looking up at where Jill was. 

She was holding a big rail gun looking weapon on top of various shipping containers. “A plasma rifle,” She replied nonchalantly. “It heats up to 20,000 degrees, but it’s short range,” She added, struggling against the weight of the weapon, then kneeling down to get into a better position. 

As she knelt down, she lined up the plasma rifle, then looked over at Chris and you. “Can you get that thing any closer?” She asked. 

Chris scoffed and went to turn around. As he ran past you, you heard him mutter, “‘Can we get it closer’ she says.”

You ran up to Jill, jumping on top of the crates, and snagging another rifle as you made your way. Looking up to where Leon was, you saw him safely drop and slide down a broken catwalk, leading to an army jeep. 

Thanking whatever sick and twisted deity was watching over you, you were elated that you weren’t getting into another death trap with the man you loved. 

Jumping across more shipping containers, almost to Jill, your brain stopped working as it thought about the words you just used. 

Loved.

The man you love.

Shaking your head, willing yourself to stay in the present, you made your way over to Jill who was charging up the plasma gun. She nodded in acknowledgement to you. 

“I’m (Y/n), we haven’t met yet. I’m Leon’s field partner,” You said, aiming down your rifle’s sights and taking shots at the melted skull on the creature. 

“Jill,” She replied, staring at the plasma rifle’s meter. 

“Hell of a first introduction,” You added and smiled.

“It’s always a fucking shitshow, isn’t it?” Jill replied, chuckling. 

Looking towards the floor, you could see Leon haphazardly driving the army jeep and Chris stationed on the back of it at the artillery gun. The two were trying to lure the creature closer to you and Jill, guns blazing in the process. 

“Jesus Christ, you could not pay me enough to be in that Jeep,” You heard Jill mutter. 

“Agreed,” You replied, continuing to take shots at the monster, trying to focus on the same spots Chris was. 

Your ear picked up the sound of something charging and out of the corner of your eye, you could see electrical currents running through the gun. The monster had fallen right into the trap, surging towards you and Jill. 

“Time to light you up,” Jill said and smirked, aiming the plasma rifle at the monster. 

With the pull of the trigger, a white hot beam shot out from the gun, the force throwing both Jill and you back a few feet, your back hitting another shipping container. The creature roared and fell to the ground, its arm hitting the jeep Chris and Leon were in, sending the jeep flying. Chris and Leon went over the windshield and hit the ground as it flew in the air and hit the wall, crumpling. 

Through the sound of metal crashing and explosions dying, you could hear Leon’s voice. 

“Is that it?” He asked, exhaustion heavy in his voice. “Did we kill it?”

As the smoke and dust settled, you all could see the monster laying on the floor, seemingly defeated. As you went to help Jill up, you heard a splotching sound; the monster was back up again.  

Jill scurried back to the plasma rifle as the monster recovered slowly, its eye set on the two of you. In that moment, if you could’ve traded places with anyone else in the whole world you would’ve. 

“One… more… to finish ‘ya,” Jill said as she lugged the plasma rifle back into position. You helped her pull the rifle, lining it up to the creature, it being harder this time around with how exhausted and beat up the two of you were. 

The plasma rifle started charging up again, starting from 0%. The monster was 20 feet in front of you two, slowly closing in. 

“God damn it,” Jill said under her breath. You looked around, trying to see if you could see the rifle you had earlier, but it was lost in the various rubble and debris. “Come on, come on!” Jill said as the plasma rifle kept charging. The monster was about 10 feet from the two of you, it’s ugly face tracking you and Jill. 

“Jill…” You said, your hand on her shoulder. Electricity surged through the plasma rifle as it was nearing close to being fully charged. 

“Fuck!” Jill yelled as a giant foot crashed down on the shipping container, sending you and Jill flying through the air. 

Upon impact, you did what you knew to do and rolled, but you felt two familiar hands stop your inertia. Getting your bearings, you could see Leon at your side, helping you up as he simultaneously pulled a handgun from his vest. “You okay?” He asked urgently. 

“Couldn’t be better,” You replied, getting on your feet. Off to your side, you could see Chris helping Jill up, the monster making its way towards them. 

Leon ran over to them and fired shots into the creature’s skull, only for the bullets to appear to be doing nothing to it, just like before. 

Your eyes scanned the ground, for even the smallest handgun, only to remain unvictorious. 

The monster’s head got close to Jill, Chris, and Leon, only for it to stop in its tracks and turn around, seemingly uninterested in the three of them. 

Leon’s shoulders relaxed, bringing his gun down. “Huh?” He exhaled. Jill and Chris stared at the creature, ready for it to turn back around and decide that they were its dinner any second. 

The four of you watched it pull itself along the floor, headed towards the water. With squishing sounds, it left a trail of blood and what could be only described as snail juice behind it. 

Chris and Leon nodded at each other and made their way back to the jeep. Leon gently grabbed your bicep and dragged you with him, you relenting and getting in the passenger seat. Leon hopped in the driver’s seat and Chris manned the gun, just like minutes previous. 

“It’s headed for open water,” Leon said, starting up the jeep again. 

“Like hell it is," Chris said, reloading the artillery gun. 

The jeep took off on the opposite side of the docks from where the monster, and unfortunately enough, Jill were. Your eyes caught that she was running with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder, set on something. She managed to get in front of the monster, dodging its legs in the process. 

With a loud metal clanking sound, you also noticed that the gate was closing, no doubt thanks to Clarie and Rebecca. 

“What’s the plan?” You asked anxiously, eyes locked on the monster. 

“That’s for you to decide,” Leon said. 

“Me? You’re the one driving!” You replied, eyes widening at Leon. 

“Exactly! I’m the driver, you’re the planner,”

“The driver should know where the hell they’re going and what the hell they’re doing!”

“I know where we’re going,” Leon replied, a tinge defensively.

“Well there’s only one way to go! Forward!” You rolled your eyes. 

“Could you two stop bickering like an elderly couple? There’s a case back here with a rocket launcher, military grade,” Chris cut in. 

You and Leon stared at each other, then back at Chris. “That sounds like a great plan,” You said, smirking. 

Leon parked the jeep, then jumped out of it, and ran around to the back to take the case from Chris. 

Jill was still on the other side of the docks with the creature, now with a flare in her hand, yelling insults and exploits at the monster. You looked at her in awe, wondering and hoping you looked even half as badass as she did right now. 

Chris stood above Leon, watching him try to figure out how the rocket launcher worked, making your confidence in them waver slightly. 

“You know how to use this?” Chris asked. Your confidence halved. 

“It’s got a trigger doesn’t it?” Leon shrugged. Your confidence was abysmal. Leon instructed Chris to put the two halves of the rocket launcher together and started to line it up. 

“Hey, (y/n), help us line this thing up,” Chris said. The military level rocket launcher needed two people to man it, one facing forward, Leon, and one facing away, Chris. The person facing forward had the barrel obstructing their entire eyesight. 

You rushed over to the two men, standing right next to Leon. “Do you just need eyes, or help lifting the damn thing?” You asked. 

“Just eyes,” Leon and Chris both said at the same time. 

“Tell us where the bastard is,” Chris said. 

Your eyes panned over to the monster, then to the gate, seeing it lowering way slower than it should've been. An idea formed in your mind as you watched Jill dive into the water, the monster trailing after her. 

It was a long shot, and had to be timed perfectly, but you could see Jill and the creature underwater, making their way towards the gate. 

“Better idea, aim at the gate belt,” You said. “Leon-”

“Got it,” Leon said and got on his knees, his mind matching yours and your idea. Chris followed suit, the launcher resting on their shoulders. 

Telling them to aim a little higher, and having Leon lift it even higher than Chris, you lined them up to the best of your abilities. Your eyes went back underwater to track Jill as you directed the launcher to the right slightly. 

“Leon, I need you to fire as soon as I say it, not a second later,” You said. 

You watched as Jill got dragged by the creature underwater a few yards, then cut herself free. The monster didn’t care about her anymore, only seeking the open water. 

“Got it,” He replied, his voice strained from lifting the rocket launcher. 

The monster jumped out of the water, surging forward towards the gate. 

“Now!” You said. 

“Fire!” Leon said and pulled the trigger. Him and Chris got jolsted back at the recoil, then put the launcher down, watching the rocket hit the gate belt. With an explosion,the gate came crashing down, cutting the monster in half. 

“And that’s that,” Leon said, sighing. Chris stood up, rolling his shoulder blade and stretching. 

Jill resurfaced and swam over to the three of you, pulling herself up onto the concrete floor. Chris rushed over to help her up as she coughed up water and got her bearings. 

You heard footsteps approaching you and felt an elbow rest on your shoulder. You didn't even have to look to know who it was. 

“I’ve only been doing this for a few years, I don’t know how you all have done it for decades,” You sighed. 

“Honestly, I don’t know either,” Leon said, his exhaustion evident in his voice. “It helps that we’re all together. Saving the world sucks less ass when you have friends to do it with,” he added and chuckled. 

You looked up at him and noticed how bruised his nose was getting. “Did you reset that yet?” You asked and gestured to his nose. 

“No, why? Does it look that bad?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. 

“Yeah, it looks like you got hit with a metal pipe,” You said, your hand gently grabbing under his chin and turning his face over, checking for other wounds. 

“That’s actually not that far from the truth,” Leon replied and chuckled. 

“Maria got you good huh?” You asked, a teasing smile on your face. 

“Slammed my head into a railing three times, hurt like a bitch,” He said. 

Your eyebrows raised, surprised that someone was actually able to get a hit on Leon. Over the past few years, you learned that while it wasn’t rare for him to catch a fist, it was rare for it to happen more than once in succession. 

“She’s dead though, so it doesn’t really matter anymore,” Leon added and shrugged. 

You let go of his face, wanting to feel the stubble again as soon as you let go. “Sounds like she deserved it,” You replied and chuckled. 

“You’re such a people person,” Leon replied, chuckling as well. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

The six of you loaded onto the B.S.A.A. helicopter, courtesy of Chris and Jill, and buckled up, ready to go home. You and Leon had managed to get into contact with Hunnigan who was, understandably, distraught at losing contact with you two then Rebecca. 

Talking to her, you found out that Hunnigan actually helped Rebbecca with the vaccine and locating exactly where you all went missing. It was times like this that you remembered how cool and amazing your F.O.S. operator was. 

Looking out the window, you almost didn’t notice Leon taking the seat next to you. He sat down and looked at you for a few seconds, his expression unreadable, before speaking. 

“We need to talk when we get back,” He said quietly, so only the two of you could hear. 

Your eyes met his and you nodded, knowing exactly what conversation the two of you needed to have. The exact conversation that you had been putting off for years. 

“Yeah, we do,” You agreed. 

“We have a while before the helicopter reaches San Francisco, get some rest,” Leon said. 

“You too,” You replied, a hint of accusation in your voice. 

“I’ll sleep as soon as you do,” Leon chuckled, his hands up in surrender. 

The engine of the helicopter started up and the blades started turning. The six of you put on your headphones, the blades and the engine making it too loud to hear anyone else. As the helicopter took off, your eyes remained out the window, watching alcatraz slowly disappear. 

Your head leaned on Leon’s shoulder, you finding it to be the most comfortable pillow you had at the time. 

“Reminds me of New York City last year,” Rebecca said, her voice being picked up by all the headphones.

You, Chris, and Leon slightly smiled, remembering the mission to stop Arias. 

While waiting for the helicopter, you and Leon had gotten caught up to speed, being informed how Dylan Blake took over Arias’s crime syndicate and teamed up with Maria. He promised her revenge for Leon killing her father and they used Dr. Taylor’s research to engineer the nanobots responsible for spreading the strand of the T-virus that Dylan had. 

“If I hear Glen Arias’s name come out of someone new again, I’m slamming my head against the concrete,” You mumbled. 

“You’re getting grumpy, you need to sleep,” Leon said.

“Im 33, not a child,” You said, a frown on your face. “I don't ‘get grumpy’.” You added.

“You can say that all you want, still doesn’t change that you need to sleep,” He replied. 

“....fine…” You grumbled and shifted a bit, getting comfortable.

Rebecca giggled, her gaze locked on how your head was resting on Leon’s shoulder and a soft smile on her lips. A year ago, she clocked it, asking you about you and Leon, while killing time in the helicopter while the vaccine spread through NYC. Specifically asking if you two were in a relationship. At the time, you only blushed and tried to steer your conversation in a different direction, assuring her you two were just work partners. 

Now here she was, seeing the two of you act like you were the only people in the world. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

[issa-pheonyx]

Yandere!Piers Nivans X BSAA!GN!Reader🔪

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀' 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗶𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗕𝘂𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂…😳👀

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

"Soldier." Chris nods his head as you salute to him. "Captain Redfield, I was notified by your emergency contact. I will be joining you and your team throughout the mission, sir." Piers overhears the other members talking about your work both in and out of Chris' presence. You were damn good they said. The more he heard how good you were and even Chris himself introducing you to the team, saying such praises, his blood turns hot and cold. He was fairly distant with you. Even giving you small talk. Which you did not mind since you are clocked in working on this mission to get it over with. That is unique about you. Everyone can not seem to figure out how you have not broken down your walls yet.

Furthermore, you were like a cold-blooded killer taking down the J'avo's. They feared you too, but you are targeted a lot, yet they failed to take you down. It made the job easier for the team and your loyalty for Chris never failed. Piers on the other hand was not having it. Whenever he is stuck with you whether it is you two are alone stuck somewhere or cornered by enemies he just pretends you didn't exist and makes himself go find the team. You did not mind it (more like not giving a fuck about him too) as you were sticking through thick and thin on completing the mission. Piers notices you get there early as they wait for him, finding ways to cross areas, executing J'avo's without them noticing on your own as they are clear to move, etc. It was driving him mad.

That's when he sees you interacting with Jake. He seemed to break down your walls easily which is very rare for the team and Piers to witness. The only person who is more triggered than the rest was Piers. Every time you and Jake plan to work together in the meantime Piers would cut in,"No, she will be staying with me." Jake finds it funny as he gives a smug smile. Piers being a fucking shiba Piers he would glare at him,"What are you smiling, punk?!" He would attempt to square up to him only for you to stop him,"FOCUS, PIERS!!" He was taken aback, but your touch on his arm to turn him around to face you made him melt. That's when he starts to follow you like a damn dog.

Everyone knew you don't need help for anything. You are one of BSAA's best soldiers. Yet, Piers says otherwise. "I can lift you up." As he cups his hands lowering down his knee. "I'll get you patched up, (Y/N). Hold on." 'Tis a scratch, but okay. "Keep going I'll shoot them down!" He is sharp with his sniper and somehow catches the ones you didn't notice they were there. Eventually, this change of heart was getting out of hand when it was a lot more work than usual when Piers was not interacting and helping with the others...maybe he's doing them on purpose?

There's no way. "Piers, I appreciate the guidance, but the team needs you too. I can do this by myself." He maintains his composure to not snap at you,"Listen...I know it can be tiresome doing everything on your own and being the best soldier is a trademark, but you need me-" You laughed. Laughed both in amusement and the audacity of him. You barely laughed. Not with anyone besides Jake. "I need you? As if. Piers, you despised me like I am nothing, but a waste of space in the beginning and now...you follow me like a lost puppy." He stood frozen, speechless, and you went back on moving with the rest.

After that, he was back to his old self. It made you miss it-just a little though. You got your rhythm back again. However, each member was dead. One by one. Sure, you have lost many soldiers (which is why you started to work alone, but changed to be called for emergencies), but this one hurt. There were times you tried to stop crying from breaking down. It's been a while you haven't cried. That's until the B.O.W was going to drown you three left. You tried to save Chris from it strangling the soul out of him. The monster ended up slapping you away as you flew across the room causing your head to be heavy, vision blurry, and ears ringing. Piers shouts out your name and he looks back at Chris and well...you knew what he had to do.

He ended up being injected with the virus. He saved you both. But, you were bleeding tremendously. You're slowly dying. Chris was getting the sphere tube ready for the three of you to escape. Piers was sat down by Chris' help and you were next to Piers. You were groaning in pain and all you could do was lean against Piers for support. Piers smiles softly staring at you, but would be stopped by his arm triggering pain and slowly losing his power against it. "I'm going to get you both out of here. I promise. Come on, Piers." Only for Piers to give him his BSAA badge and your dog tags. He closes the tube on him as Chris tries to break the glass, but could not.

This was a perfect romance for the both of you. Both of you dying together was probably the best option he thought. You were laying down as you were drifting away. You only caught a glimpse of him walking towards you, kneels down, and his non-infected hand caressing your blood stained cheek,"P-Piers..what are you-" You try to talk only to close them as you let out your last breathe, feeling his lips on yours as you passed away...

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[thatgoblin]

Inadequate - Chris Redfield x Reader (G/N)

Requested by @phoenixofthevalley

Summary: You're not feeling the best about your body and Chris takes notice.

Usually you're pretty good at loving yourself. You've gotten better over the years, not picking yourself apart till you're in tears and refuse to wear what you want. Most of the time you're happy to wear that dress or that shirt that may be tight and form fitting, but sometimes. . .

Sometimes when you're out with Chris, your boyfriend, your partner, your best friend, you stand out in ways you'd rather not. The man was a mountain of muscle that wasn't for looks. He had a job to do and was good at it. That was why he was so big, not going to the gym for 4 hour work outs twice a day, no it was functional muscle that wouldn't leave him only looking big and tough.

Because of his size, everything he wore was tight fitting. He couldn't help it, even got frustrated by it as it forced him to buy more expensive clothes so things fit right. You always told him that he looked good no matter what, even if he was in a unicorn onesie giving you that Chris Redfield scowl he would look good. He would say it to you too, but you knew better.

Right then you especially knew better. You'd gone up a size in jeans and were having a hard time fitting into the ones you had. How had you gained weight? Specifically in that one spot that made buttoning your jeans so friggen hard? You already had belly rolls that you tried to hide with flattering shirts or dresses that made getting dressed difficult, now your jeans were becoming a terror.

You had wanted to wear a pair of jeans and a tank top, on account of the hot weather, but the sight of the fat on your biceps and the way it dipped into your elbows and jiggled at every movement had you grabbing for a long sleeved shirt instead. Now the jeans were were making you put off going outside all together. Throwing them in the floor, you saw the spots on the inside of the thighs where they rubbed together when you wore them were so frayed they were basically holes. If you did wear them, you'd end up chaffed and sore.

So you stood there in your underwear as you looked at your clothes and wondered your worth. Why would anyone like you if you just looked like 'you could be good looking if you weren't so fat?' Maybe less fat around your face and you wouldn't look like that chubby German kid from Willy Wonka. You could be cute, but in the same way a pug was. You were so ugly you were cute.

Glancing at the clock, you and Chris were supposed to go to dinner with Carlos and Jill, but the thought of seeing the other two with their equally fit bodies in clothes you could never wear had you feeling nauseous.

"Hey, you almost ready? I promised Jill we weren't going to run late this time," Chris called from the living room.

"I'm not feeling that well babe, you can go without me though," you called back as you pulled out an extra baggy shirt and gym shorts. They were comfortable, but you couldn't wear them to dinner. It was at a kinda nice place and everyone would be dressed up. You would feel even more like a sore thumb.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked as he came into the bedroom as he worked his belt through his jeans loops. "You don't feel good?"

"Yeah. I think maybe it was something that I had earlier," you said, pulling on the shorts and shirt without looking at him. You didn't see him eyeing the pile of clothes you had already tried on and threw on the bed or floor, knowing you better than you knew yourself sometimes.

"Maybe it was something in the laundry? It would explain why it looks like the dryer exploded in here," he said as he slowly started to pick up the clothes.

"Here, sorry," you said, moving to pick things up so he didn't have to.

"You wanna talk about what's really going on?" He asked, helping you fold and hang your clothes.

"I. . . Nothing fits right!" I cried, nearly breaking down into tears. "I can't fit into freaking jeans that fit last week and they're ruined anyways because I wore holes into the thighs and the rest of my jeans are dirty but they probably don't fit either! I don't have any dress pants or a dress or anything else to wear besides gym shorts and my arms are too big and flabby and gross! I mean, I don't understand why you're with me sometimes."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, pausing mid shirt hanging.

"It means I don't know why you're with the ugly, fat person when you could be with someone like Jill or Carlos or Leon. They fit in with you better than I do," you said, sniffling as you angrily wiped tears from your face. "If any emergency happens, you can't wait for me. I can't run as fast as you or lift as much. I'm useless! You wouldn't be able to carry me if I got hurt or if we're in a tight place you'd have to leave me behind and I wouldn't blame you. It would be better for you if you-Chris!"

In the middle of your self deprecating ramble, Chris moved over to you and lifted you up with the smallest of grunts. His hands grabbed hold of your ass as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips.

"You saying I'm not strong enough to take care of you?" He asked, looking at you in the eyes. His voice was firm, unwavering and stern without being loud. "That I can't and won't do everything I can to keep you safe and happy and loved? All because you're fat?"

You winced a bit at that. You hadn't meant to imply that he was a bad person and no one really called you fat. It was a fact, you were fat, but no one really said it. Big Boned or fluffy or more cushion for pushin. But not fat.

"I don't care that you're fat, Y/N. It doesn't make you a bad person or ugly or anything negative. It's just your body and you should be proud of it. I am. I fucking worship it and will keep worshipping it even if you think I shouldn't. Not everyone is built like me or Carlos or Jill or Leon and you shouldn't have to be. You don't run around the world on missions trying to stop bio terrorism and I don't want you to either. I'm not an example to lead by. I'm this way so you don't have to be. Not everyone can or should be built like me and it's one of the things I love about you. You're not built like me, you're soft and warm and my home."

"Chris. . ." You said softly, sniffling more at his words of admiration and praise than of your own hurt.

"I want you no matter how big you get or how little you get. You are more than your body, you are stars and space and love and kindness and everything I want to protect and hold close. You don't have to be pleasant to everyone's eyes because it's not about pleasing them. It's about you understanding and accepting yourself. If you want to go to the gym and work out, I'll go with you and cheer you on and fight with you every step of the way. If you want to just enjoy being alive, I'll be right there with you," he said, pressing his forehead against yours.

"You're too good to me," you said with a softly chuckle, smiling as he returned it.

"No, you're too good to me. Our bodies don't dictate who we are. Fat or skinny, you're still you and you are an amazing person that I love dearly. So please, be kinder to yourself," he said.

"Okay," you said with a nod.

"Now, how about I help you pick out an outfit? Jill will probably be expecting us to be late," he said with a soft chuckle.

"That sounds like a good idea," you said. "But. . ."

"But what?"

"I'm gonna need you to put me down first."

[bohica160]

Pocky game with Chris

In celebration of pocky day I give you dis thing of diabetus😅 also thought it would be cute to do this with Chris 🥺❤

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Warnings: just fluffy shit (possible cringe😅)

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It was a lazy afternoon for you as Chris. You were both lounging in the living room. Chris sat on one side of the couch typing away on his laptop, most likely doing some work. While you were scrolling through social media on your phone on the other side of the couch with your legs stretched out, both feet buried between Chris's back and the couch. After a while you noticed more and more photos of people doing the pocky game with their significant other. Each picture was just so cute, you couldn't help but want to try doing that with your boyfriend. You looked at him in the corner of your eye. Would he do it with you? Would he think it's stupid? Fuck it. You slipped your feet from behind him, climbed off the couch and scurried off to the kitchen. 

"Do I still have a box?" You wondered out loud as you slid into the pantry, fuzzy socks helping you gain speed against the wooden floor. After a couple minutes and almost knocking off half the shit on the upper shelves you found a box of classic chocolate covered biscuit sticks. Quickly tossing the items that fell back onto the shelf before heading back to the living room.

"You good?" Your boyfriend asked as he continued typing away, eyes not leaving the screen. "Yeah!" You chirped with a reassuring smile. You walked up to Chris, placing the boxed snack next to him before slowly pulling the laptop off of his lap. "What are you doing?" Allowing you to take the device and placing it on the coffee table behind you. "I wanna try something." Giving him a little smirk before climbing onto his lap, straddling him. Grabbing the cookies, you opened the box and ripped the foil bag open. Chris just sat there watching you with both large calloused hands on your hips, thumb sliding under the edge of your shirt, brushing along your skin. 

Pulling out one of the biscuits, holding onto the undipped side. "So this is the pocky game. We both have to have an end in our mouths. and we both take bites until we get to the middle. But if someone drops it, then they lose." While Chris sat there taking in your words, he kept looking between your eyes and your lips. "Like Lady and the Tramp" you lastly added. "You know you don't need an excuse to kiss me." He said, giving you a small smirk. You gave his chest a light smacking, "Noooo. I want to play the game." You whined with the biggest puppy eyes and pout. Chris released a sigh, "Will you let me get back to work after?" You nodded excitedly.

Placing one end of the sweet snack into your mouth, you leaned forward, Chris meeting you halfway placing the other end in his. You both began to bite away at the cookie, moving in closer and closer to each other. Chris trailed one of his up to the small of your back. You placed your hands on his sturdy shoulders. You were both gazing at each other's lips. Your chests firmly pressed against each other, hot breaths linger across skin. You both closed the space between you two, lips brushing against each other. The pocky snapped as you both moved your lips against each other creating soft smacking sounds. 

Once you pulled away, opening your eyes, you noticed how Chris seemed to be in some sort of daze. Slowly opening his eyes looking at you with softened much love. You pecked his lips once more before grabbing another pocky. "Again?" You asked softly, biting your lip. Chris just nodded looking at you through lidded eyes. You placed the sweet in your mouth and steady yourself on your knees, looking down at the man. Craning his neck, looking up at you while grabbing the other end of the pocky. Though this time he was very eager to get to the kissing part. Placing his hand from your hip to your ass. Pulling you into him. You raked your hands through this hair, ripping a low throat grunt from him, causing him to break the cookie before he could get to your lips. 

Before you could gloat from your victory, Chris pulled you up against him. You gasped releasing the cookie, giving him the perfect chance to press his lips to yours. You let out a small noise of surprise before melting into his soft touches. Kissing you like he had all the time in the world, savoring every second. His tongue ran across the bottom of your lip, parting your lips allowing him entry. His tongue danced against your tasting the sweet bitterness from the chocolate that still lingered. You let put a sign in content as his fingers dug into you trying to pull you impossibly close to him. 

You pulled back needing air in your lungs. Looking down at him, you brought your hands up the sides through his hair, one smoothing out the hair around his face. You dipped your head capturing his lips a few more times "Do you want another one?" Your voice is just barely above a whisper. His massive hands began to wander down grabbing at the plush meat of your ass and thighs. "Fuck the game." He replied in a raspy voice, and in a blink of an eye you had your back pressed into the couch cushions as he hovered above you.

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[mr-bas00nist]

On The Clock

Chris Redfield x Male reader

Summary: You and Chris are on a mission and things get a little…. Frisky.

Cw! Fingering, Handjob, Exhibitionism, Public sex, Vouyerism, Hold The Moan, Degradation, Blood and Humiliation. Readers also a big boy.

@xweirdo101x not your request but here ya go! :) also your welcome Jason @j-hauke

You and Chris were currently on the hunt for a B.O.W that had recently been sighted. There were other soldiers on the sight as you two drove to the ‘battleground’. “So how hostile is this motherfucker exactly?” You turn to Chris asking him with your arms crossed. “Not the most hostile weapon we’ve ever seen but we still need to deal with it.” He speaks keeping his eyes on the road.

When you guys arrived you saw a big creature being shot at. You guys began to shoot at it trying to be as careful as you could be to not get hurt. Soon it conjured more of it’s little demons leaving another thing to worry about. While Chris was shooting at it he didn’t pay attention to his environment resulting in a blow from the enemy. He stumbled to the ground grunting. You look over to his direction seeings he’s on the ground and quickly run over taking him to a nearby building to patch him up.

“That was stupid Redfield.” You speak shaking your head as you look at his bloodied leg. “Don’t fucking lecture me.” He rolls his eyes scoffing. You glare at him as you ‘accidentally’ pour a little more alcohol on his wound than what was needed. He winces at the sting of the alcohol on his fresh wounds. “Fuck…. Asshole.” He whispers breathlessly. You grin from ear to ear tying up his disinfected wound.

“Well that’s a bit rude.” You speak amused. He laughs a little rolling his eyes. “Like your not an asshole to me.” He leans into you looking for a kiss. You reciprocate grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. Before he can pull away you grab him back not wanting to end the kiss. Your hands began to wander around his body as the kiss got greedier and greedier.

You both pull away panting. You smile at him as you help him up. You pretend not to notice the growing hard on in his jeans. Before you can walk away he grabs your wrist panting. “Y-you can’t just leave me like this..” He speaks still panting from the previous kiss. “And why not?” You turn around caging him against the wall. “Because your cruel, but not that cruel.” You think about his words for a moment.

“Alright you got me there. But we gotta make this quick, understood?” You ask looking around. He nods eagerly. You smirk flipping him so he’s facing the wall. You quickly tug his pants down pulling his underwear down a bit. You slowly begin to rub your own growing erection against his ass. You snake your arm in front of him wrapping your palm around his dick. You slowly begin to pump him moving up and down slowly getting him even harder.

“Fuck-“ he lets out an especially loud moan making you look around for any signs of life. “Quiet down a little, your gonna get us caught. Bet you’d like that though?” You smirk picking up your pace. He groans nodding at the increased torture on his aching cock. “What a fucking whore.” You taunt continuing to pick up your pace. “What would your men think? Seeing their cold and calculated captain pinned against a wall moaning like there’s no tomorrow.”

He groans at your words. “F-Fuck, already close….” He moans out beginning to thrust his hips into your hand. You smirk deciding to degrade him to move him along. “God, you really enjoy shit like this? That’s really fucking pathetic, you lasted at least 30 fucking seconds and your already begging to cum?” You laugh picking up your pace as you begin to move at an inhuman speed.

He begins to twitch in your hand signaling he was close. “G-gonna, gonna c-“ before he can cum his phone rings. “Really, right now?” He groans in annoyance picking the phone up. You pause your motions listening curiously. “Captain! Do you and Major L/n need any help?!” You hear Piers shouting on the phone. Chris sighs heavily. “No Piers were fi-“ Chris chokes on his own words as you bend him over more prodding his entrance with your pointer finger.

He quickly muted the phone looking up at you with wide eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you!?” He shouts. “Better keep talking sweetheart.” You smirk fingering him slowly. He covers his mouth holding back a moan before beginning to speak again. Piers was a talker and always wanted to know what was going on which made this even better. “Y-yeah we’re fineeeee~” He moans quietly.

“Okay! Did you break your leg or something!? Or was it just a cut!?” Piers shouts trying to scream over the chaos outside. Chris shakes his head as he tries to speak again only to get cut off by a second finger. You click your tongue. “Well don’t keep him waiting, speak.” You whisper as he tries to not let out a peep. “J-j-just a good ol’ scratch P-Piers! Nothing to worry about!” Chris’s eyes roll back slightly as he begins to back into your fingers.

“Alright sir! I’ll report to everyone, just get out here as soon as you can!” Piers shouts. You speed up your fingers making Chris begin to twitch in your hands. His eyes go wide as he shakes his head no petrified. “B-bye P-piers-!” He quickly hangs up the phone as he cums with a loud moan. You smirk as you slowly pump his cock riding out his orgasm.

He pants against the wall breathing shakily as you pull your fingers out of him. “Honestly didn’t think you had it in you.” You speak impressed. His breath hitches as he shakes in your grasp. “Fuck you.” He sighs heavily smiling. “Maybe later. Come on, before they start looking for us.” You take your handgun out reloading. You quickly run out of the building leaving Chris alone.

He quickly pulls his underwear and his pants up running out with a shotgun in hand. Two soldiers watch as he runs back onto the field looking at each other. “I told you he was the fucking bottom.” One of them speaks. The other guy rolls his eyes.

“Fine I owe you a beer.”

[mjpark15]

True Love | Leon Kennedy X reader

Summary: Who will Leon Kennedy choose, a woman that only used him to get what she wanted or a woman who actually loved him since day one?

Characters: Y/N L/N, Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield

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Y/N’S POV 

We had just come back from China. Everyone just wanted to go back to normal, but that was going to be harder than what we had thought. Captain Chris Redfield lost his second in command, Piers Nivans. Since then, he still hasn’t spoken a word to anyone. I’ve been with Chris since the STARS unit in Raccoon City. Ever since then I’ve been by his side, for everything that he has gone through. I saw Piers join and I was there when Chris made him his second in command, he asked me first, but I refused because I didn’t think I was ready I was glad that he gave it to Piers, he really deserved it. 

“Hey captain, I will do anything I can to keep you safe and no matter what, I will do anything that I can to help you with whatever you want.” I say to him, to try to at least reassure him. 

“I appreciate that Y/N” he replies. 

His reply made me smile, “Finally, he said something.” 

“A Leon Kenndy is on the line,” our pilot announces. 

“I’ll talk to him, Captain.” I say to Chris, he just nods.

“Hey Leon, it's been a long time, what can I do for you?” I ask 

“Yes, yes it has, nice to hear from you Y/N, is Chris there?” he asks

“Uh he’s not feeling well at the moment, did you want to tell him something?” I question

“Is he okay? Did something happen to him?” he asks, panicking

“Oh, he’s fine, I really don't think I’m the one that should be telling you, but he lost someone in the underwater facility.” I tell him

“Oh uh, well I just wanted to tell him thank you for helping Jake and Sherry from the underwater facility, but since you said that then maybe don’t tell him.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be okay in due time, but don’t worry I’ll tell him when he’s ready, or I’m pretty sure he knows already if he’s listening.” I say chuckling while looking at Chris, knowing that he has been listening the whole time. 

“Oh well if that’s the case then, Hey Chris, thank you for helping Jake and Sherry and I am sorry for your loss.” Leon tells Chris. I turn to see him, and I finally see a faint smile on my captain. 

“Thank you, Leon.” 

“For what? I didn’t do anything.” he asks confused

“You did, you just don’t know what, either way thank you. We’re about to land so we have to let you go. I’ll see you soon, Leon.” I say

“See you soon, Y/N” he replies, hanging up. 

“We’ll be okay Chris, I loved him like a brother, I miss him too, but I know we’ll be okay.” I say to him

He just nods his head with a small smile and gets ready to move off the plane. I as well start grabbing my stuff and start to leave. I can’t help but think about Leon. I’ve known him ever since the Raccoon incident. I was with him when he came stumbling into the STARS office in RPD. 

He was really injured when he came in. The licker that was just outside the door had scratched him badly, and he was bleeding so much. I helped stitch him up. He looked so innocent back then, he’s changed so much.

I’ll admit, going through the horrors of Raccoon City together made me develop feelings for him, but I know he didn’t feel the same because of one woman that he met after me, Ada Wong. 

A mercenary acting like a federal agent to get her hands on the G-virus. Manipulating Leon just for a virus she could sell, and yet, he still fell for her. It hurt me, seeing them kiss before we had to leave for Umbrella's facility. When we found Claire and Sherry, I saw how sad he was that he had lost Ada, since then I kept my feelings for him on the down low, focusing on my training and on my missions. 

I hadn’t realized that I spaced out while sitting at the edge of the plane when a voice spoke out to me. 

“Thinking about him, huh?” Chris says

“What are you talking about?” I reply 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/N” he says, “I know it’s hard to love someone knowing they love someone else; I know it is Y/N”

“He was my first love, Chris. I loved him more than she ever did, but he still goes pinning after her like some lost puppy. It really hurts. But it’s fine, I shouldn't be worrying about this, there are more things to worry about than my love life right now.” I say to him with a small smile

“Come on Y/N, it's fine to talk about these things.”

“Can we just drop it, nothing will come out of it. This won’t change his feelings towards me. He will always love her, no matter what I do”

“Alright, get up soldier, we have stuff to do.” he says in a somewhat demanding voice.

I get up with ease and solute him.

“Yes sir.” I replied.

Time skip to where Vendetta takes place

“What the hell were you thinking going to a place like that without me, Chris! You could have died if that chopper didn’t show up to save you! God you could be damn stubborn sometimes!” I yelled at him when I arrived at his hospital room.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t want to worry you.” he replied softly.

“You didn’t want to worry me! Have you learned nothing from working with me! I worry no matter what. God I was so scared that I was going to lose you like I lost Piers, Chris.” I say lowering my voice.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t know” 

“Just promise me you won’t do it again. I will not allow you to go on these missions alone, I want to be there to protect you.” I say to him

“I promise, Y/N”

“So, what’s the plan then, Redfield”

“We have to go get Rebecca, she knows about this virus, and I have a feeling that we aren’t the only ones with this intel”

“Okay, so let's get going.”

At Rebecca’s school

“Fuck, we gotta hurry, we weren’t the first ones here” Chris says.

We made our way to try to find Rebecca as fast as we could, we ended up finding her right before a zombie could get a bite out of her. We took her to a nearby hotel so she could calm down and get her back into an okay state of mind. Chris went to go talk to her, but soon came back to tell us that we were going to get a “real expert” on the situation. While he said this, he looked at me with a saddened expression. “Who are we going to go get?” I asked myself. We ended up in a bar located in a small rural town. “Why are we here?” I asked myself once more. 

Rebecca, Chris and I entered the small bar, and once I saw who was sitting at the table in front of us, I froze. I looked at Chris and he gave me the same expression as before. “Fuck, that’s why he looked at me that way.” I’ve been avoiding Leon for the longest time; I don’t know how he’ll react to seeing me after the last time we spoke. 

“Careful you don’t scare the locals, your stealth’s for shit” Leon says 

“It’s a little early to be that deep in the bottle, Leon” Chris replies.

“Well look who it is, the BSAA’s golden boy, Dr. high hopes and the girl that has been ignoring me, the hell do you want.” 

It hurt me when he said that, but it’s the truth. Chris then starts explaining what the job we have is about, but it starts turning into a heated argument between Chris and Leon. 

“Stop! Leon, with everything that’s going on, you sit here and feel sorry for yourself. And you? You’re letting a grudge get the better of you.” Rebecca tells both of the men. 

She then proceeds to explain more about the virus. She then pulls out a syringe and takes out some of her blood.

“If I die, get this to a lab you trust. I can’t imagine what you two have been through, but I know that neither one of you are the type of person who would sit here and argue while the world dies. That’s not who you are. Or is it?” Rebecca says. 

She then walks off to the bathroom. “I’m going to go check on her, I won’t be long.” I announce.

“That wasn’t very nice of me” Rebecca tells herself.

“They deserved it though. I would have said harsh things” I reply, chuckling a bit

“Yeah, I know they did, but-” she was caught off by something.

“Rebecca?” I question, but before I could go back to Chris I was knocked out.

THIRD PERSON POV

Meanwhile with Chris and Leon

"Did you hear what he said? It’s our lucky day” Chris says

“Lucky?” Leon questions 

“He’s gonna lead us to our guy” Chris replies.

They were interrupted by Arias’ men shooting the bar they were in, killing the man. Chris then looked out and saw someone taking Rebecca. 

“Rebecca!” Chris yells.

He then proceeds to help her, but he was too slow, and they ended up taking Rebecca. Chris tells his team to get ready to go get her back.

 “Where’s Y/N?” Leon questions

“She was with Rebecca. Fuck! I told myself I wouldn’t leave her alone!” Chris yells while running towards the bathroom.

He saw her laying on the floor unconscious. Leon then comes rushing in to help her. 

“God damn it!” Leon exclaims 

“Please be okay, please be okay” Leon repeats himself. 

“I’ll get her, go get the plane.” He tells Chris

LEON’S POV

I picked up Y/N in my arms and started to slowly carry her back to the plane.

“God, why weren’t you more careful.” I say to myself

Seeing her, in my arms, unconscious made me remember about our first-time meeting back in Raccoon city. 

She looked so different from what she looked like back then. “Why did she stop talking to me? As far as I know I didn’t do anything to her.” I question myself

Last thing I remember is talking to her after the China incident. After that I tried talking to her, but she never answered me.

I felt her starting to wake up, so I stopped and waited.

“You okay?” I asked her

She stared at me for a while and I’m pretty sure she realized that I was carrying her, so she started to freak out. 

I decided to put her down so she can calm down a bit.

“Uh thanks. What happened?” she asked 

“While you were in the bathroom with Rebecca some of Arias’ men came and shot up the building and I’m pretty sure that they were the ones that knocked you out because they took Rebecca with them.” I explained

She stared at me for a moment, probably taking things in until she started to panic.

“Where's Chris?!” she exclaimed 

“Hey, it’s okay, he’s okay, he just went to get the plane, I stayed back so I could carry you back, but you woke before we could make it halfway there.” I say with a little chuckle. 

“Thanks, um we should head back to Chris and the team” 

“Did I do something? You’ve been ignoring me for a while now” I asked 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Leon”

“Cut the crap Y/N! you’ve been ignoring me since the last time we talked.” I say, kind of getting annoyed

“I’ve been busy, Leon. We’ve had mission after mission, and I haven’t had time to talk.” She says calmly 

“Don’t give me that shit Y/N, I’ve talked to Claire, and she told me that Chris and his team had some time off after the China incident, so don’t lie to me.” I stated to her

“I just couldn’t- I couldn’t see you, Leon” 

“Why? What did I do? Please just tell me so I can fix it” I plead with her 

“You didn’t do anything, Leon” she replies

“Then why Y/N, why have you been ignoring m-” she cut me off

“Because I’m in love with you Leon! I’ve been in love with you since Raccoon city, but no, you just had to fall in love with a woman that used you just to get her hand on the virus. You were blind to see how in love I was with you because of her, and I’ve heard from both Claire and Chris that you’ve seen her on some of your missions and you still protect her. You even saw her in China and you’re still in love with her, so I’m sorry, Leon if I chose to ignore you to protect my heart from someone that won’t consider my feelings!” she yells, out of breath.

I just looked at her, words just wouldn’t come out.

“I’m sorry, Leon but I just couldn’t do it anymore. Just pretend none of this happened, okay.” she told me while walking away. 

I wanted to go after her, but I wouldn’t know what to tell her. “Fuck! Just go after her Leon, don’t let her walk away” I told myself, but I made no move to catch up to her.

Y/N POV

I was walking back to the plane, I was holding in my tears, but I knew that once Chris saw me, I wouldn’t be able to hold them in anymore. And I was right, because when I saw him, he called out to me and right then and there was when the tears came rushing out. Next thing I know I was in his arms.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” he asks softly

I just nodded at him, and he just continued to hug me. 

“Did Leon ask you anything? Did he yell at you?” he asked

“No, he just asked why I was ignoring him, and I let my emotions drive me and I ended up telling him my feelings.” I explained to Chris

“I ended up just walking away from him and not letting him get any words in. I think he’ll be here in a bit. I’ll be okay, Chris, I promise.” I continued

 “If you want, we could take you back to HQ, so you could calm down-” I cut him off

“No, Chris, I’m fine really. I want to get Rebecca back; it was my fault that she was caught. I wasn’t paying attention and she ended up getting taken” I explained 

“Y/N it wasn’t your fault-” I cut him off once again 

“Come on, Chris, don’t tell me that, just please don’t take me back to HQ, I want to help.” I ask him

He seems hesitant at first, but he nods in agreement.

“Okay, Y/N but we have to hurry up, I don’t know how long she has.” 

I walked up to the plane and started to get my gear. Chris hopped on a couple of minutes later, but now he was with Leon. 

I looked over to where he was and I saw that he was already looking at me, so I quickly looked away and started to get my guns ready.

Time skip to where they were going to New York

Y/N POV

Chris was debriefing us on what we were going to do to get Rebecca back. I couldn’t help but feel his eyes on me while we were listening to Chris. 

“Gifts from the BSAA” Claudia shouts over the plane noises

“Dibs on the bike” Leon states 

“So, Y/N you’re with me then” Chris tells me 

At the sound of my name, I realized that it was time to put my feelings aside and focus on the mission at hand. 

“Yes sir” I say, saluting him.

“Y/N-” I hear Leon say my name, but I cut him off before he can say anything else

“I have to get to work, Leon” I tell him 

After that I got in the car with Chris, and we started to head towards Rebecca.

Short time skip to where they are fighting the zombies

“Fuck!” I yell to Chris

“I’m out of ammo!” I say trying to defend myself 

Just then we saw Leon on his bike sliding in to help us.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to take the stairs.” he announces 

“Chris! Rebecca is running out of time; we need to go” I tell Chris 

“Don’t worry, I got this.” Leon tells us

Chris and I tried to find Rebecca and when we did, we realized that Arias injected a new strain of the virus, but before we could look for it this big B.O.W came up to us and attacked us. He pushed both Chris and I, but Chris dropped some type of grenade to kill it. 

We took Rebecca to the upper level to try to find the vaccine, but Arias was there waiting for us.

While Chris was fighting Arias, I stayed with Rebecca to make sure she was okay. 

“Don’t worry Becca, we’ll find that vaccine soon.” I reassure her

Chris came back to us after he had defeated Arias, and he proceeded to carry Rebecca. 

That was until we heard loud footsteps coming towards us.

“REDFIELD!” Arias says in a distorted voice.

“Chris, go find the vaccine, I’ll hold him off.” I tell him

“No, I’m not going to leave you here alone. I’m not going to lose you like I lost Piers, Y/N!” he yells at me 

“I promise I’ll be fine. Please go find the vaccine, Rebecca doesn’t have much time, go Chris, I’ll be fine, I won’t leave you alone, just please hurry.” I yell back 

He nods in agreement and runs to find the vaccine.

I was fighting for as long as I could so Chris could find the vaccine, but Arias had been so much stronger than I had imagined. “Fuck, one more hit and I’m dead.” I tell myself. But I was ready to sacrifice myself if it meant that the world would be saved.

Arias had grabbed me, and I was ready to die. His claws were already piercing my skin and with one more hit, I’d be gone. 

Just then, I heard the elevator door ding and I saw Leon getting ready to shoot Arias, but he put me in front of him, which then caused Leon to stumble on his bike which then crashed into Arias making him drop me with a lot of force. That’s the last thing I remember. 

I knew I was unconscious because every memory I have ever made, came rushing towards me, like I was dying.

CHRIS’ POV

I came stumbling in Arias’ office to try to find this damn vaccine. “I have to hurry, for Rebecca's sake and Y/N’s” I tell myself.

I came to a room that was sealed shut, but I tried my hardest to open it. Once I did, I finally saw what I’ve been looking for.

“Found you” I say 

I then rushed back to Rebecca and Y/N

Once I reached them, I saw Leon driving his bike to a hanging Arias.

I rushed over and shot him with a grenade launcher.

“Bye-bye asshole” I say, finally killing Arias for good. 

I rushed back to Rebecca, but I saw Y/N lying unconscious on the floor. 

“Fuck! Leon come check if Y/N’s okay” I yell to him

At the sound of her name, he came running towards her, he looked panicked, but he checked if she was alright while I gave Rebecca the vaccine.

“Come on, Leon, tell me if she’s alive!” I tell him, a bit frustrated.

“Yeah, she’s alive, she’s just unconscious, but she’s losing a lot of blood.” I hear him say 

Once Rebecca was fully healed, I rushed to Y/N to help her. I picked her up, since Leon couldn’t because he hurt his shoulder, and I placed her on the plane with the rest of the team. After putting her on it I carried the cases of the vaccine to help the city.

When I was finished, I rushed to Y/N, who was still unconscious.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t you die on me too!” I yell to her

Thankfully Rebecca was feeling better, and she started to help Y/N with her open wounds.

“She’ll be okay, Chris. She’ll wake up soon. The bleeding stopped, so now it’s up to her to wake up.” Rebecca tells me

“Damn it! I shouldn’t have left her alone!” I yell

I leaned closer to Y/N 

“Come on, Y/N, I don’t want to lose you too.” I whisper to her, tears almost falling.

LEON’S POV

“If only I would have gotten there sooner, maybe she wouldn’t be as hurt. I’m sorry, I should have been faster” I tell Chris, while moving toward him.

“It’s not your fault, Leon, it’s mine. I should have never left her alone” he replies, in a monotone voice. 

“Don’t blame yourself. I’m sure she’ll wake up as soon as we land.” I reassure him.

“You know, she’s always loved you. She never stopped loving you, not even when you chose Ada over her. The day we came back from China, I saw her sitting alone, thinking. I asked her if she was thinking about you and she told me to drop the subject, because no matter what I told her, it wouldn’t change the way you saw her. After that, each time I brought you up, she would always say that she was over you, but I knew that that wasn’t the truth. She will always love you, Leon” he tells me in a soft whisper 

“Why are you telling me this ?” I questioned 

“I don’t know to be honest. She might feel the need to not wake up anymore, so I wanted you to know just in case she doesn’t.” He tells me, with his voice breaking a bit.

“Don’t say that she’ll wake up, she has to” I say, my voice breaking a bit as well

“No, no she doesn’t. I want her to, but she doesn’t have to wake up. She’s fought a long battle. I want her to wake up, but it’s going to be okay if she doesn’t” he whispers 

“You hear that Y/N, you don’t have to wake up if you don’t want to, I want you to, but I know you’re tired-” I cut him off

“No, she has to wake up” I tell him

“She has to wake up because I love her!” I shout 

“Ever since Raccoon. Ever since she helped me with my wounds, ever since the day I fucking met her I have been in love with her, not Ada. Ada was just a distraction for me, no matter how you put it. I have never loved Ada. When she kissed me, I wanted to pull away because Y/N was right there, but Ada wouldn’t let me go. I was trying to tell her how I felt while we were at Umbrella, but we were too busy trying to find a way out. After Raccoon was gone, I had been assigned to the DSO and Y/N went to find you. The incident in China was the first time I had heard from her in a long time and since then I have not stopped loving her, so she has to wake up so I could tell her how much she means to me.” I rant to Chris, tears falling from my eyes.

“I didn’t know almost dying was the key to having you confess” I hear Y/N’s faint voice say

Chris and I rushed towards her and hugged her.

“Thank god you woke up, Y/N” Chris and I said at the same time, making all of us laugh a bit.

“I love you, Leon. Always have and always will.” she tells me

“I love you to Y/N” I reply

[nothing-but-dreamy]

Can you do a Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader where the reader does aerial silk dance?

A/N: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this. But I hope you like it after all

Pairing: Leon Kennedy/ Chris Redfield x Female!Reader

Words: 1.019

Warnings: none

"Hey, babe! We're back home!", Chris called out as he and Leon entered your shared loft apartment. They just had been back from their latest mission and were looking forward to seeing you again.

Leon followed Chris, searching through the apartment as they hadn't gotten any kind of response from you, "Maybe, she's in the studio.", Leon suggested, referring to the place you were all the time.

The studio was the room with the highest walls and ceiling high windows. You used it for painting, writing, yoga and whatever kind of hobby you found to try out. It was your wellness oasis, playground and safe haven when you were alone.

Chris and Leon had 'gifted' you the room to your two years anniversary. The two boys had found the apartment after a while of searching and because you all had decided to move together, Leon came up with the idea to give you this space for yourself. Something you could use to ease your mind and nerves when Chris and Leon had to be on one of their dangerous missions.

And it worked. The creativity you could live out there gave you the strength to support your soldier and special agent during their secret government tasks.

"You hear that?", Chris asked as they walked down the hallway.

"Yeah... It's music? I guess some kind of symphony.", Leon said with a frown. You loved music. There was no denial but a symphony was even unusual for you.

As Chris reached the door and opened it, Leon was the first to go through. As Chris followed he bumped straight into the smaller man because he had just stopped, "Hell, Leon! Why did you just stop- what the fudge...", Chris breathed surprised as he saw why Leon came to a sudden halt.

Both men just stood there, staring at someone who swung around through the air over their heads. As if you were a beautiful bird, you flew around, swinging back while you got held by two long, silky red ribbons looped firmly around your body. In the rhythm of the soft music, you danced around, spreading your arms, bringing them back to your side and swirling around yourself before the ribbons untangled themselves again to let you pirouette.

"What... What is she doing?", Chris asked while he could just stare at you in awe.

"I have no idea.", Leon whispered while following your moves with his eyes, "But she looks like an angel.", he said and saw from the corner of his eyes how Chris just nodded in agreement.

Your thoughts were so free and distracted by the magical music, the moves and the levity you felt that you hadn't noticed your two boys coming home. Just as you were making a flip, hanging upside down, coming to a stop, you opened your eyes and then, you noticed Chris and Leon, "Oh, hey! You're back home!", you called out excited while swirling around to be straight again.

Leon stepped forward, giving you a tender kiss as a greeting, "We might have some questions, babe.", he said with a grin as he pushed you a little bit to let you swing again.

You chuckled while using the force to dance through the air a little. You even built up some momentum by running over the wooden floor with your bare feet, "And what kind of questions?", you asked teasingly as you flew past Leon to reach Chris.

As you reached him, you grabbed Chris' shoulders to give him a sweet kiss on his lips. The soldier chuckled and watched you swinging back easily, "Dunno, maybe what are you doing?"

"Yeah... Or when do you have installed the hooks in the ceiling.", Leon asked with a grin, watching you make a new swirl around yourself.

"It's called aerial dance. And the hooks got installed three weeks ago. After you guys left for your mission, I surfed the net and found some videos on YouTube. I just had to try it.", you explained while slowly getting back on the ground. As your feet touched the warm floor, you felt gravity for the first time in what felt like hours.

"Of course, you had to try that.", Chris said teasingly, knowing how fast you got hooked with new stuff and ideas. That was one reason why Leon and Chris loved you so much: your undying enthusiasm to try out new things. That and the fact that you were strong enough to deal with both men at the same time.

Leon took one of the soft ribbons and tugged on it, looking at the ceiling, "YN, do you think these hooks are able to carry even Chris? I mean, do they carry this much weight? I would die seeing him doing this dance thingy.", he said with a grin.

You chuckled while snuggling firmly against Chris' side, flinging your both arms around his thick chest and back and inhaling his scent you had missed so much, "Yes, they can carry some weight. I guess a few pounds. I got very good hooks."

"Hey! I'm not fat!", Chris argued serious even if he was smirking.

Leon laughed, "No, right. You just have heavy bones, haven't you?", he teased, squeezing Chris' bizeps a little bit.

Challenging, Chris looked at Leon, "Muscles. These are called muscles. But it's okay if you don't know what this is, pretty boy."

Leon raised his brows, "Oh, really? Well, at least, it wasn't for me and my weight who broke the bed last time.", Leon teased back.

You laughed out loud, covering your mouth with your hand before you linked your arms with both men, "Now, it's enough. I also replaced the bed so there's no need to squabble about this. Come on, guys. I've missed you two long enough.", you said, leading both men from the studio to the living room.

"And the aerial dancing Chris?", Leon asked with a side glance.

"Tomorrow is also a day for some shenanigans.", you said with a grin, looking forward to what kind of fun the three of you could develop with your newest hobby.

[bohica160]

Chris's First Time

Soooooo this is my first actual fanfic >< There is a g/n version at the under the read more. Which i’m still trying to get better at writing. If I knew how to write for male reader and feel confident it wouldn’t suck, I would have. I apologize for that :c Suggestions are welcomed, but please go easy on my weak heart.

Side note, this is bby Chris before he got all buff/swollen/muscular/ thicc.

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

You and Chris met during the mansion incident. He found you quietly walking down the hallway to the study, careful with every step. The moment you felt a presence behind you, you whipped around, a handgun pointing at him unsure of his motives. It took you a little bit to warm up to him. He would do most of the shooting since you have only shot a gun a handful of times before, but you still tried your best taking down enemies. You both watched each other's backs. You helped patch Chris up after safely escaping from Lisa worried he would be in worse shape by the time you made it to the medical storage room.

After the mansion, he found himself checking in on you from time to time. His small check-ins turned into staying for dinner, to watching movies late into the evening, to the two of you falling asleep on the small couch of your apartment. The rest was history.

You straddle his lap on the living room couch. His hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles under your shirt. You held his face, lips melting into each other. The kisses were soft and slow. You brushed your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance. He welcomed the warm muscle as you explored his mouth. As your tongues mingled with each other, soft groans were bubbling up from Chris's chest. His hands moved further up under your shirt. One at the small of your back while the other was barely touching the clasps of your bra. You begin to suck on his tongue and roll your hips into him ever so slightly.

He unconsciously rutted his pelvis up into you, feeling the outline of his growing erection. He was the first to break away, a string of saliva connecting you two. Heavy breaths filled the air as you two gazed into each other's eyes. You knew Chris was still a virgin, not wanting him to feel pressured or uncomfortable. Sure he's had a couple dates here and there. Furthest he's gone was just a steamy make-out, but other than that he has no experience. He's not naïve though. He’s watched his fair share of porn. He has some sort of idea on what women want. Thinking Chris was at his limit, you gave him a reassuring smile and gave his forehead a quick kiss. "I'll go get us some water.” You moved to get up, but Chris's arms trapped you against him. You tilted your head to the side and gave him a confused look.

He focused on a particular spot on your shirt, avoiding eye contact with you. Cheeks turning a darker shade of red. He opened his mouth only to close it right after. "I- … I want to go further with you". Stunned by his words, your brain slowly tried to process a couple more times before you cleared your throat. "You know we don't have to. I'm fine with waiting, Chris." Bringing your hands back to cup his face, tilting his head up enough to look into those steely eyes. "I promise I'm fine with just this". His brows furrowed letting out a sigh. "I want you.” He said with a husky tone, bringing his face closer to yours. “Are you sure?” you asked just above a whisper. He nodded, staring into your eyes and trailing down to your lips. He leaned in just barely brushing your lips. You nudge your nose against his with a teasing smile. "Use your words." Feeling his chest tighten, trying to capture your lips again, you pulled back just enough for him to miss. "Positive".

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up once more. You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in, smashing your lips on his. The kisses became more sloppy and urgent. His hands shook slightly from nerves. Without breaking the kiss you placed his hands on your bosom, giving him a content hum when he started to squeeze them. Your lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, giving a few experimental licks over his pulse. He inhaled sharply, feeling his pants grow tighter by the second. You release your lips from his skin.

You lifted up your shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you. He traced his finger tips over the lace edges on the cups of your bra. He placed soft kisses over your exposed skin, lightly sucking creating pink marks. He wrapped his arms back around you, trying to unclasp your bra. You tried to hold in your giggles and you helped him slip your bra off, nipples hard from the cold air. He pinched and folded each bud while focusing on your face for your reactions. He leaned his head in as he gave one a couple kitten licks. A soft gasp passed through your lips, egging him on further, sucking and lightly biting the bud. You tried your best holding in your moans but the warmth from his mouth and all the attention started to make your head foggy.

He looked up at you with admiration. “Want to go to the bedroom?” he asked with lust laced in his words. You nodded while you looked down at him with lidded eyes. “Use your words..” He said, giving you a small smirk. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “I see how it is.” You responded with a smile. Climbing off his lap, you reach out for his hand, and lead the two of you to your room.

You walked backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed. You quickly pulled off your shorts and panties, moving yourself to the middle of the bed. He stood at the end of the bed breathless, taking in your naked form. The feeling of uncertainty bloomed in your chest causing you to bite your lip. “Um… Chris?” You called out, bringing him back to earth. He blinked a few times “S-sorry I-.... You’re just so beautiful” Your face turned completely red as you looked away from him. He took this moment to strip himself of all his layers. Hearing the zipper come undone, you looked over at him in the corner of your eye. Your mouth started to water seeing his thick cock. Noticing you staring, he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh. “Sorry if I’m not tha-” Quickly crawling to the end of the bed you cut him off with a stern look, “You better not finish that sentence”. You slowly reached out to touch his length, softly grasping it. You rubbed the pre beading at the tip, giving a few strokes while littering his pelvis with kisses. He whispered your name, cupping your cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin.

Looking up at him, locking your eyes on each other, you opened your mouth and ever so slowly ran your tongue up the length of his cock. His jaw hung loose, cock twitching in your hand. Once you made your way up to the tip, you wrapped your lips around his girth, bobbing your head at a slow pace. His brows knitted together, groaning out a ‘fuck’. His chest heaved, trying his best to hold himself back from thrusting into your mouth. Removing your mouth, you backed up to the middle of the bed. “Come here sweetie.” You beckoned him towards you, leaning back on your elbows, legs slightly open.

He ran his hands up your legs, stopping right at your inner thighs. He looked up to you for guidance. Giving him an affectionate smile, you placed your smaller hand on his, bringing up closer to your dripping cunt. He ran a finger down your folds. “You’re so wet.” He said with a groan. He pushed one of his thick fingers into your heat, curling his finger. “Mmm… k-keep going.” You arched your back, looking for more friction. The sound of your wet pussy filled the small room. Your mewls and gasps went straight to his cock. He inserted another finger, the stretch making you throw your head back. Setting a steady pace as he watched your tight hole suck his fingers in. Your walls flutter around his fingers, coating them in your arousal. You feel a knot from pleasure building fast in your belly. “Baby… rub my clit.” Keeping his steady rythm, he placed his thumb on your bundle of nerves. Seeing the whites of your eyes, he added a little more pressure with the pad of his thumb.

Your legs shook, releasing a strangled moan, as he brushed against the spongy spot that had you squeeze his fingers harder. “R-right there!” You say looking up at him with glassy eyes. He brought his other hand to your breasts, twisting and pinching your peak. Squeezing your eyes shut as the knot in your belly finally snapped. Your mouth opened with a silent scream, as you gushed around his digits. He continued his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Watching you come undone had his member throbbing and weeping. Bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean as you looked at him with lidded eyes. “Baby..” You whined with a small pout. Giving you a gentle smile as he positions himself between your legs. He looked down watching as he rubbed his tip against your entrance, rubbing over your sensitive bud. He pushed the head through the tight ring of muscle, swearing under his breath. Holding in your whimpers as he slowly buried his length to the hilt. He stilled there trying to stop himself from cuming on the spot. “Shit y-you're so tight”. His head hung low as he took in deep breaths filling his lungs with air. You took this moment to adjust to the stretch from his fat cock splitting you open. "You okay?” he asked, peeking up at you sounding worried. You nodded your head and brushed your knuckles against his cheek. “How are you doing big boy?” You ask him in a teasing tone. He chuckled lightly, before turning his head to kiss your knuckles. “Really good.” He sputtered.

You wiggled your hips a little, indicating for him to move when he was ready. He gave small shallow thrusts at first, slowly increasing the speed. He pulled out further and further after each thrust. His balls slapping your ass with every thrust. You could already feel the pleasure building up. Each of his groans sent heat pooling into your pussy. You grabbed his face with both hands, making him look at you. Swallowing each other's breaths, pressing your foreheads together as his thighs slammed into you. “I-... shit… I’m gonna.” He choked out. Giving his lips a peck you nodded. “M-me to”. Your gummy walls started to flutter around him, as he continued to pound into you. He pressed his lips to yours, tongues massaging each other. His hips started to stutter, feeling his heavy balls tighten up.

Your skin heated up, feeling yourself almost at your peak. He gave you a couple brutal thrusts before the knot in you snapped, causing you to let out a choked sob and had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your legs wrapped around him as they shook, trying to milk him for all he had. Opening your eyes, he looked into yours, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Inside.” Was all you could say before the muscles in his abdomen tensed up. He released a deep moan as he painted your insides. Shooting rope after rope of cum, emptying everything he had inside of you. You both panted as you came down from your climaxes, trying to catch your breaths. He shuddered as he slowly pulled out his sensitive shaft. You whined at the sudden feeling of being empty. He nuzzled his nose into your neck planting kisses. “I love you.” He murmured against your skin before giving in to sleep. You combed your fingers through his hair, giving the top of his head a kiss. “Love you too, Chris.” You closed your eyes focusing on the rhythm of his heart beat against your body.

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You and Chris met during the mansion incident. He found you quietly walking down the hallway to the study, careful with every step. The moment you felt a presence behind you, you whipped around, a handgun pointing at him unsure of his motives. It took you a little bit to warm up to him. He would do most of the shooting since you have only shot a gun a handful of times before, but you still tried your best taking down enemies. You both watched each other's backs. You helped patch Chris up after safely escaping from Lisa worried he would be in worse shape by the time you made it to the medical storage room.

After the mansion, he found himself checking in on you from time to time. His small check-ins turned into staying for dinner, to watching movies late into the evening, to the two of you falling asleep on the small couch of your apartment. The rest was history.

You straddle his lap on the living room couch. His hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles under your shirt. You held his face, lips melting into each other. The kisses were soft and slow. You brushed your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance. He welcomed the warm muscle as you explored his mouth. As your tongues mingled with each other, soft groans were bubbling up from Chris's chest. His hands moved further up under your shirt. One at the small of your back while the other was between your shoulder blades. You begin to suck on his tongue and roll your hips into him ever so slightly.

He unconsciously rutted his pelvis up into you, feeling the outline of his growing erection. He was the first to break away, a string of saliva connecting you two. Heavy breaths filled the air as you two gazed into each other's eyes. You knew Chris was still a virgin, not wanting him to feel pressured or uncomfortable. Sure he's had a couple dates here and there. Furthest he's gone was just a steamy make-out, but other than that he has no experience. He's not naïve though. He’s watched his fair share of porn. He has some sort of idea. Thinking Chris was at his limit, you gave him a reassuring smile and gave his forehead a quick kiss. "I'll go get us some water.” You moved to get up, but Chris's arms trapped you against him. You tilted your head to the side and gave him a confused look.

He focused on a particular spot on your shirt, avoiding eye contact with you. Cheeks turning a darker shade of red. He opened his mouth only to close it right after. "I- … I want to go further with you". Stunned by his words, your brain slowly tried to process a couple more times before you cleared your throat. "You know we don't have to. I'm fine with waiting, Chris." Bringing your hands back to cup his face, tilting his head up enough to look into those steely eyes. "I promise I'm fine with just this". His brows furrowed letting out a sigh. "I want you.” He said with a husky tone, bringing his face closer to yours. “Are you sure?” you asked just above a whisper. He nodded, staring into your eyes and trailing down to your lips. He leaned in just barely brushing your lips. You nudge your nose against his with a teasing smile. "Use your words." Feeling his chest tighten, trying to capture your lips again, you pulled back just enough for him to miss. "Positive".

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up once more. You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in, smashing your lips on his. The kisses became more sloppy and urgent. His hands shook slightly from nerves. Without breaking the kiss you placed his hands on your chest, giving him a content hum when he started to squeeze them. Your lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, giving a few experimental licks over his pulse. He inhaled sharply, feeling his pants grow tighter by the second. You release your lips from his skin.

You lifted up your shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you. He placed soft kisses over your exposed skin, lightly sucking creating pink marks. Your nipples hard from the cold air, he pinched and folded each bud while focusing on your face for your reactions. He leaned his head in as he gave one a couple kitten licks. A soft gasp passed through your lips, egging him on further, sucking and lightly biting the bud. You tried your best holding in your moans but the warmth from his mouth and all the attention started to make your head foggy.

He looked up at you with admiration. “Want to go to the bedroom?” he asked with lust laced in his words. You nodded while you looked down at him with lidded eyes. “Use your words..” He said, giving you a small smirk. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “I see how it is.” You responded with a smile. Climbing off his lap, you reach out for his hand, and lead the two of you to your room.

You walked backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed. You quickly pulled off your shorts and panties, moving yourself to the middle of the bed. He stood at the end of the bed breathless, taking in your naked form. The feeling of uncertainty bloomed in your chest causing you to bite your lip. “Um… Chris?” You called out, bringing him back to earth. He blinked a few times “S-sorry I-.... You’re just so breathtaking”. Your face turned completely red as you looked away from him. He took this moment to strip himself of all his layers. Hearing the zipper come undone, you looked over at him in the corner of your eye. Your mouth started to water seeing his thick cock. Noticing you staring, he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh. “Sorry if I’m not tha-” Quickly crawling to the end of the bed you cut him off with a stern look, “You better not finish that sentence”. You slowly reached out to touch his length, softly grasping it. You rubbed the pre beading at the tip, giving a few strokes while littering his pelvis with kisses. He whispered your name, cupping your cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin.

Looking up at him, locking your eyes on each other, you opened your mouth and ever so slowly ran your tongue up the length of his cock. His jaw hung loose, cock twitching in your hand. Once you made your way up to the tip, you wrapped your lips around his girth, bobbing your head at a slow pace. His brows knitted together, groaning out a ‘fuck’. His chest heaved, trying his best to hold himself back from thrusting into your mouth. Removing your mouth, you backed up to the middle of the bed. “Come here sweetie.” You beckoned him towards you, leaning back on your elbows, legs slightly open.

He ran his hands up your legs, stopping right at your inner thighs. He looked up to you for guidance. Giving him an affectionate smile, you placed your smaller hand on his, bringing up closer to your entrance. He licked one of his thick fingers before pushing into your heat with a groan. He curled his finger into you, causing you to tilt your pelvis into him for more friction. “Mmm… k-keep going.” You instructed while arching your back. The sound of your wet hole being stuffed filled the small room. Your mewls and gasps went straight to his cock. He inserted another finger, the stretch making you throw your head back. Setting a steady pace as he watched your tight hole suck his fingers in. Your walls flutter around his fingers, coating them in your arousal. You feel a knot from pleasure building fast in your belly. Seeing the whites of your eyes, he added a little more pressure with the pad of his thumb.

Your legs shook, releasing a strangled moan, as he brushed against the spongy spot that had you squeeze his fingers harder. “R-right there!” You say looking up at him with glassy eyes. He brought his other hand to your chest, twisting and pinching your peak. Squeezing your eyes shut as the knot in your belly finally snapped. Your mouth opened with a silent scream, as you gushed around his digits. He continued his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Watching you come undone had his member throbbing and weeping. Bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean as you looked at him with lidded eyes. “Baby..” You whined with a small pout. Giving you a gentle smile as he positions himself between your legs. He looked down watching as he rubbed his tip against your entrance. He pushed the head through the tight ring of muscle, swearing under his breath. Holding in your whimpers as he slowly buried his length to the hilt. He stilled there trying to stop himself from cuming on the spot. “Shit y-you're so tight”. His head hung low as he took in deep breaths filling his lungs with air. You took this moment to adjust to the stretch from his fat cock splitting you open. "You okay?” he asked, peeking up at you sounding worried. You nodded your head and brushed your knuckles against his cheek. “How are you doing big boy?” You ask him in a teasing tone. He chuckled lightly, before turning his head to kiss your knuckles. “Really good.” He sputtered.

You wiggled your hips a little, indicating for him to move when he was ready. He gave small shallow thrusts at first, slowly increasing the speed. He pulled out further and further after each thrust. His balls slapping your ass with every thrust. You could already feel the pleasure building up. Each of his groans sent heat pooling into your groin. You grabbed his face with both hands, making him look at you. Swallowing each other's breaths, pressing your foreheads together as his thighs slammed into you. “I-... shit… I’m gonna.” He choked out. Giving his lips a peck you nodded. “M-me to”. Your gummy walls started to flutter around him, as he continued to pound into you. He pressed his lips to yours, tongues massaging each other. His hips started to stutter, feeling his heavy balls tighten up.

Your skin heated up, feeling yourself almost at your peak. He gave you a couple brutal thrusts before the knot in you snapped, causing you to let out a choked sob and had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your legs wrapped around him as they shook, trying to milk him for all he had. Opening your eyes, he looked into yours, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Inside.” Was all you could say before the muscles in his abdomen tensed up. He released a deep moan as he painted your insides. Shooting rope after rope of cum, emptying everything he had inside of you. You both panted as you came down from your climaxes, trying to catch your breaths. He shuddered as he slowly pulled out his sensitive shaft. You whined at the sudden feeling of being empty. He nuzzled his nose into your neck planting kisses. “I love you.” He murmured against your skin before giving in to sleep. You combed your fingers through his hair, giving the top of his head a kiss. “Love you too, Chris.” You closed your eyes focusing on the rhythm of his heart beat against your body.