“Made it to the reservoir,” Leon’s voice crackles through the radio, and Claire turns from where she’d been scanning nearby rooftops out the church’s dirt-specked window. The radio is sitting next to Rebecca’s elbow, on the pile of stacked weapons’ cases she’s set her computer on. “And I’ll say it for the record: I’ve had enough giant fish monsters for a lifetime.”
Or: A totally professional conversation over the radio
Summary: In which Chris is hopelessly lost in Edonia with nothing but his own name and the face of a man swimming in his memories. A man whose face he tries to place as he tries to find himself and his way back home.
Wherever that is. He certainly didn’t think it was in China. Nor was he expecting to find the mystery man in China during a mission of all times.
Takes place during Resident Evil 6.
Rated for Language, Canon-Typical Violence and Suggestive Themes.
(A/N: So, uh, I decided to contribute to Chreon Week. Idk how many times I’ve seen the fight between Chris and Leon but I will never get tired of watching it.)
Chreon Day 3: 40s / Mundane Moments / "I'll be gone for a while."
Tags: Alternate Universe - 1940s, Diners, Ambiguity, Winter, Chance Meetings, a LOT of ambiguity, Longing, Late at Night, Unhappy Ending, Angst, Hurt no Comfort, Chreon Week 2023,
A winter night at a diner helps two old acquaintances revive their long lost friendship.
For Chreon Week 2023 Day 3: 40s / Mundane Moments / “I'll be gone for a while.”
Heavily inspired by Nighthawks (Hopper)
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a late entry to chreon week :( writer's block was about to place me in a chokehold before i got back up again and started typing the randomest shit so i apologize if this is super duper late aah.
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Chris Redfield
Characters: Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy
Additional Tags: Slow Dancing, Romance, Fluff, Domestic Fluff
Summary: Chris has a unique way of distracting Leon from his disaster of a kitchen.
Remember you're allowed to mix prompts as long as it's from the same day. You can create as many or as few for the days as you'd like! If you need help with the prompts or anything in general, feel free to send in an ask.
Day 1 | Aug 14 » Mind on You / Working Late / “I thought you were someone else."
Day 2 | Aug 15 » AU - Infected / Heatwave / “They didn't belong.”
Day 3 | Aug 16 » AU - 40s / Mundane Moments / “I'll be gone for a while.”
Day 4 | Aug 17 » Dating Sim / Real-life Captain America / “Really want to kiss you.”
Day 5 | Aug 18 » Matching / WLW / “Missing you, always.”
Day 6 | Aug 19 » Rescue Mission / Bed hair / “Go. Away.”
Day 7 | Aug 20 » AU - Purge / Carnivals / "Your face is fucked up."
Prompt: “Free Day: Age Difference AU (RE6 Leon x RE8 Chris)”
Summary: In which Chris goes to the bar in hopes of drowning out his feelings after the events of the Village in Romania. And maybe going home to sleep it off.
What he hadn’t anticipated was coming home and finding a very confused and disoriented Leon in his living room. Except it wasn’t the Leon he remembered. This one was younger than his Leon had been.
If things went accordingly, this Leon would probably live to be older than his Leon would ever have been.
Rated for Language, Canon Typical Violence, mentioned Character Death / Suicide, and Suggestive Themes.
(I am SUPER late with this one and I apologize.
Post-RE8 Chris loses his Leon due to his Leon’s downward spiral into Depression that led to his death. RE6 Leon loses his Chris in Edonia (Chris doesn’t make it. He dies with his team and Piers is the sole survivor) and is transported to RE8 Chris’s dimension moments before his own supposed death, thus sparing him from a gruesome fate.
No actual su*c*de is shown on-screen. Implied mostly. Based off of several fan-arts on RE Twitter with RE8 Chris/RE6 Leon. Also low-key connected to my other fic “Misplaced” or more-so the concept of being transported to another dimension at the last second before they’re supposed to “die” in their own dimension.
Happy WIP Wednesday!
(Update: Ao3 went down on Wednesday. So, Happy Saturday!))
She’d kissed him.
On the rail car, in front of everyone.
The warmth was in his cheeks. The taste of her sweet like honey, still lingering on his lips. It had been chaste and yet, he was weightless. Even the ache in his shoulder felt like it was receding.
“I think Ada likes me.”
Chris said nothing.
Shoulder to shoulder they walked, most undead already cleared out of the hallways they’d previously traversed. There was no need to exercise the same degree of caution. Just the two of them and Leon’s desperate attempts to redirect the conversation.
“I still have car payments left on my Jeep. I hope she’s okay. What do you think the chances are of me going back to get her before they light this place up?” A pained smile inched its way onto his face.
Something grim slipped its way onto Chris’ expression. “Hopefully that’s no time soon.”
It was always something else. The world really was going to end before any of them got to live through the year 2000. “Yeah, I still haven’t gotten that Ducati yet. Need to live long enough to save for one.”
“Didn’t take you for a motorcycle type of guy.” Chris raised an eyebrow, interest sparking. “Guess I could imagine you on one.”
Warmth bloomed in Leon’s gut and an easy smile took shape on his face. “I have to admit, I don’t know a lot about them. But maybe Claire could help point me in the right direction if we keep in contact after this.”
“You think she wouldn’t? You must not have heard the way my sister talked about you.” Chris let out a deep laugh that bordered on just a little too loud. It was a nice sound, though, and Leon found he didn’t really care if the undead a few rooms over heard it too. “Besides, we've been through too much together already. Once we get Jill out of here, let me introduce you to what’s left of S.T.A.R.S.”
Leon didn’t miss the way Chris’ voice tripped over the words.
“It’ll be all backyard cookouts and cold beer.” The good natured sarcasm dripped off his tongue. “Are you any good with a grill, Redfield?”
“I’ve been told I make a mean hot dog. What about you? Any hobbies?” Chris’ body turned towards him more fully, pulling closer to him.
It should not have made Leon feel the way that he did.