Chris Redfield X Y/n - Tumblr Posts
Resident Evil Masterlist
Started: 3/5/23
Last Updated: 3/8/23
Requests: Open
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Chris Redfield
Pre-Relationship HC's Relationship HC's
Leon Kennedy
Nothing here yet!
Note: I had a masterlist months ago, but I thought I fell out of resident evil for good. I was wrong. As I get into it more and re-familiarize myself with characters, I'll add more.
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What I will write: Fluff, NSFW, SFW, poly, mlm, wlw, gender neutral, etc.
What I wont write: Pedophilia, suicide, extreme kinks, more than four characters in something (it just becomes too much), being drugged, drugging someone else, homophobia, or racism.
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Here is my Grand Masterlist, where all of my fandoms are listed.
Be sure to include: Gender of reader (I do female, male and gender neutral), plot, character(s) you want (no more than four per ask), and what you specifically want (fluff, angst, smut, etc.)
Thank you, and request away if you’d like <3
Chris Redfield relationship HC's
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Content: Chris Redfield x GN!Reader
Warnings: None
Notes: All SFW
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Okay, we're pivoting off of this
After picking up Chris and some pizza, you two went back to your place
Chris had tried to drukenly confess to you while pizza was hanging out of his mouth, and in an effort to save his dignity, you gave him water and your bed, then told him to go to sleep.
He held onto your waist as he laid down, trying to beg you to stay. He looked like a kicked puppy, and he needed you. Giving in, you promised to stay if he actually went to bed and didn't try anything.
Chris fell asleep as soon as you settled down, and you followed suit.
In the morning, he was powering through a hangover while trying to confess his love to you
Understanding that last night wasn't just him drunkenly rambling to get into your pants, he found himself overjoyed when you confessed at having mutual affections
Chris is a very respectful boyfriend. He doesn't push you to do anything you don't want to do. He lets you decide the speed of the relationship, since I feel like he could go for anything.
Chris loves to kiss your cheeks, your lips, your hands, your forehead, everything. Once you start initiating kisses, it's game over for you lol
But he's really good at giving hugs and cuddles. He's like a big bear, and a fucking heater. You may need a fan on once you start cuddling.
He's very proud to be with you. He'll brag about you subtly to his friends, will want you to meet Claire, and at work he'll do subtle couple things to make a big show of your relationship.
Of course, its all in good fun. If you're not a fan of PDA, he wont do the work stuff and will respect your boundaries.
Very sweet guy, would give you the whole universe if he could. He also likes to surprise you with nice dates sometimes, especially if he's been away for a while
Speaking of, if he's away on a mission without you, he likes to surprise you when he comes home. He always comes home a day earlier than he says, and he manages to surprise you every single time. Always envelops you in a big bear hug and showers you in kisses.
If you've been away without him, he always waits for you with flowers, and is holding the biggest "welcome home!" banner there. He still holds you in a bear hug and showers you with kisses. It's cause he missed you and was afraid you were gonna die
He's a big goof that just loves you so much :3
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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!
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Warnings: Mentions of abuse (not specified), drug use (not specified), mental breakdown
Summary: This is a vent of mine. Chris Redfield finds you high in the shower after not speaking to him for a couple days. He thought you were done with drugs, but discovers you got high because you were having trouble with your PTSD and abusive father. He then helps you feel better.
Viewer discrestion is advised. Take care of yourselves.
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Chris moved up to the door. You hadn't been answering his texts or calls for days. That never meant anything good. Fiddling with his key ring for the spare key you gave him for emergencies, he noted to take off the keys he didn't need anymore once he left your place.
Finally finding the right one, he jammed it in the lock and unceremoniously shoved his way into your apartment. The lights were off, but he could hear a shower going in your bathroom. He took a quick peek at your current living space. Things were everywhere, the sink was crowded with dirty dishes, he guessed it had been like this for a little bit.
"(Y/n)?" He called out. "Hey, it's Chris. You uh, you didn't answer any of my texts or calls and I was getting worried."
No response. The shower continued. Growing suspicious, he made his way to the shower. He knocked once, twice, thrice, and right when he was about to knock a fourth time, your raspy voice sounded quietly through the door.
"Come in."
He did, and saw your curtains open. You were fully clothed but drenched head to toe. You looked tired, your lips were chapped, and your skin was pale.
"Jesus, what happened to you?" He reached over and turned off the water.
"No, turn it back on...my fucking..." You trailed off.
"Come on, let's go." He bent over and slung one limp arm over his shoulders before hauling you up and out of the tub. "What the hell were you doing?"
"Bad trip...thought...cold shower would help." Your head slumped, and when Chris tried to stand you up, your face just smashed into his chest.
Chris sighed. "Lets get you dried off, yeah? What even prompted you to get high? I thought you quit that."
"I did...but my fucking...my fucking dad came by..."
Chris knew that was the culprit. Your abusive father. Nodding, he helped you into your room, picked some oversized clothing for you to throw on (that absolutely weren't his) before handing you a towel. Nothing needed to be said, Chris knew well enough by now.
After changing into dry clothing and drying yourself off the best you could with a towel and high off your ass, you tried to stumble into the living room. More lights were on and it was fucking with your vision. Chris was putting some of your dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
"Oh no, no, don't do that...I can..."
"It's fine, you go sit down." Chris turned and gave you a charming smile over his shoulder.
You hesitated. Chris clicked his tongue. "Want company?"
You hesitantly nodded, not entirely sure. If you started having flashbacks again, you didn't want to get violent with your only source of comfort. But, before you could finish your thought process, Chris had abandoned the sink and guided you to your couch.
"Cuddle or no?"
"..." It suddenly hurt to speak.
Chris waited patiently for you to speak, or give him a hand signal. When you tapped his shoulder, he nodded. You just wanted to sit shoulder to shoulder. Chris patiently waited for you to talk, or not. He would wait for you forever if that's what you needed. He'll sit here as you begin to breakdown and cry, all of your worries and PTSD-ridden thoughts come spilling out. Chris listens, and listens, and listens. He doesn't say a single word. He just slowly begins to envelope you in a hug, giving you plenty of time to back out if you wanted to.
When his arms finally cage you in, you feel your tears begin to stop. You aren't close to calming down, but it definitely feels better like this. When you're done, Chris gives you a moment to see if you have anything else to say. When you're silent, he only says a sentence.
"I'm here, I've got you."
And do you feel damn safe in those fucking arms.
LINK:
Hybrid Owner! Chris Redfield X Hybrid! User
Today was the day.
Chris had finally found enough time to adopt you from his local shelter. He’d been doing his research on hybrids for months and he’s been excited to bring you to his home.
You sat next to him with an adorable smile on your face as Chris sat in the driver’s seat of his car. He looked over at you with a soft grin and reached over to pet your head.
“You’re so pretty, such a beautiful thing!” He muttered to himself as he watched your happy expressions.
