Who Would Be More Willing To Teach Their S/o To Defend Themselves, Leon Kennedy Or Chris Redfield? Or

Who would be more willing to teach their s/o to defend themselves, Leon Kennedy or Chris Redfield? Or both?

You would have to convince Leon to even think about teaching you to defend yourself, unless he feels that you need to, like if you get jumped or something. Though, with some convincing, he’ll think about it giving you a knife or small handgun to protect yourself with.

Chris, on the other hand, would be more willing to teach you, though he is a little hesitant at first about the idea. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you, especially when he’s unable to. He’ll give you a knife or something for you to keep on your person.

𝒲𝐸𝐿𝒞𝒪𝑀𝐸, 𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒯𝐿𝐸 𝒟𝒪𝒱𝐸 ˑ༄

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ― 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴.

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 ― 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦.

𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵.

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌❝ 𝑅𝐸𝒮𝐼𝒟𝐸𝒩𝒯 𝐸𝒱𝐼𝐿 𝑀𝒜𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯 ❞ .. ❝ 𝒞𝒜𝐿𝐿 𝒪𝐹 𝒟𝒰𝒯𝒴 𝑀𝒜𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯 ❞

Any headcanons on merman! Chris Redfield?

Chris is one of the more friendlier mermen in the aquarium. He doesn't mind swimming around in front of them, and sometimes, he will show off a little for younger children.

He's quite large with a darker tone of scales rather than more vibrant. His form takes a similar manner as a shark.

This merman is very curious about humans and their ways. Give him any item, and he will be entranced by it for a good few minutes until he figures out what it is. If he doesn't understand its purpose, he will ask what it was.

Given his form, Chris does require a lot of enrichment and exercise.

Idk if youre still doing these but 14 with Chris?

send a prompt and a character for a mini fic

14. things you said after you kissed me

pure fluff

Chris cupped your face in both of his palms. Your jaw settled against the calloused, rough touch. His thumbs swiped back and forth across your cheekbones, brows pulled up and together in a look of love. Your chest burst open, rushing waves of affection, and it swallowed you both as you leaned forward and caught his lips.

They were soft; your whole body seemed to melt as he returned your kiss. Warmth took hold of your heart. You were dashed against the shoreline, caught in a riptide. Chris slid his palms down over the sides of your neck, your shoulders. He hooked his fingers into your waist and pulled you flush.

Your hips pushed into Chris'. His excitement was obvious. Yours, less so, but it was there all the same. Pulse pounding, blood hot, you pawed at his chest. Chris laughed into your mouth, and then he pulled away.

"Angel," he breathed. "I've got to go."

"No, just a little longer." You whined it out with your lips still pushed to Chris'. The night was stretching on. Chris was needed at base, had gotten the call ten minutes ago. But you wanted your husband to yourself. For a few more minutes.

"Alright. I can do that."

Chris slid his thumbs beneath your waistband. He scooped his hands against the curve of your ass and lifted you up. You twined your arms over his shoulders. Chris walked you the few steps to the kitchen and rested you on the counter. Your legs engulfed Chris' hips.

Tongues slipped over one another, lips crashed over and over. When Chris leaned back this time, you knew he had to go. Chris grinned at you, and his voice was soft as he spoke once more: "You make it so hard to leave."

"Stop leaving then," you fired back.

"One day, I will. I swear."

Trials of the Goddess

Summary: It's been over a year since the eternal winter has been broken on Pabu, and you've finally adjusted to the new normal. Unfortunately, there are some things about Pabu that Crosshair doesn't know about.

Pairing: Merc!Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: 5366

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: The most recent installment of my Magic and Knights AU. I've never written Crosshair before, well, not a lot of Crosshair, but I like to think I sort of know what I'm doing now, lol.

Divider by Saradika

It’s been over a year since the curse of Eternal Winter was broken over Pabu, and slowly life has returned to normal. Or, as normal as it could be since there are so few people who remember what life was like before the Winter Queen.

But things have returned to normal. 

Though you’re not sure you’re a big fan of this new normal.

Oh, you definitely don’t miss the snow and the cold. You much prefer the tropical weather, and the fact that it never gets cold anymore. You also greatly enjoyed donating all of your cold weather clothes to more northern nations that needed them.

And you really, really enjoy being able to have a wardrobe that's mostly swimsuits, shorts, tank tops, and sundresses. 

The cons are that you eat so much fish now. So much. It’s awful. Almost every meal has some sort of fish, and you’re so tired of fish. Also, you hate having to repair the fishing nets.

At least the ones your family uses are made of rope, though that does mean that you’re repairing them weekly. And you’re talented enough with net repair, that the neighbors have started paying you to repair theirs as well.

Which wouldn’t be a problem, if it wasn’t for the fact that one of your neighbors uses wire in his fishing nets, and the wire has cut your fingers to shreds.

You scowl at your bandage covered fingers, and then shake your head, “I’m heading out!” You call over your shoulder to your family.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us?” Your older cousin asks gleefully, “It’ll be fun!”

“No thanks.” You reply as you make a face, “Have fun though.” You wave at your extended family, and then hurry out of the house before someone can come up with some reason you should go fishing with them.

As soon as you’re on the street you veer left, and follow the walkway to a small set of wooden stairs that lead up the cliffside. You kick off your sandals, and pick them up, before you run up the stairs. 

At the top of the stairs you follow the trail for about a mile, and then you step over a small stone wall and follow a path that you only know about because you know the man you’re meeting.

You duck under a fallen tree, and grin when you see a hammock stretched between two trees. A hammock with a slender man with silver hair laying on it. You hurry over to him, not bothering to try and make yourself sneaky. 

You lean over the hammock and grin at him, “Found you~” You say in a singsong voice.

He doesn’t bother to open his eyes, but he does roll his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, “It’s not like I was hiding from you.” Crosshair replies dryly, and then he pulls his toothpick from his mouth and flicks it at you, “You’re in my sun, sweetheart.”

You make a disgusted face as his toothpick bounces off your cheek, “There is no sun, Cross. You’re surrounded by trees.”

He sighs, “You know, I came up here to be alone.”

“Great! I’ll be alone with you!” You counter cheerfully, that finally makes him open his eyes, and he pins you with a glare.

“You’re incredibly annoying, you know that?”

“It’s part of my charm,” You reply, before you lightly grip his arm and tug, “Now, come on!”

“What? No. I don’t want to go anywhere,” Crosshair grumbles as he settles more firmly in the hammock, and slips a new toothpick into his mouth.

“But Cross,” You lean over him and pout, “They finally reopened the stairs to the Lookout!”

“Don’t care.”

You pout even more and he just closes his eyes, “If you want to go to the Lookout, then go. Don’t get me involved.”

You huff and reach out to poke his cheek, “I bet Tech would go with me.” You say.

“I recognize that you’re trying to manipulate me, and it’s not going to work, sweetheart.”

“Okay. Then I’m going to go get Tech. Right now. Here I gooo-” You say cheerfully, as you spin on your heel and start walking away.

You don’t even get three steps before you hear the hammock creak loudly, and his hand wraps tightly around your wrist. He tugs you back against his chest and you muffle a laugh when you feel his breath against your ear, “You’re such a fucking pain, kitten.” He grumbles, “Put your damned shoes on, the steps up to the lookout are stone.”

“Aww, I thought you said I couldn’t manipulate you,” You tease as you tilt your head to look at him.

He rolls his eyes and reaches out to flick your nose, “I’m saving you from having to spend an afternoon listening to my twin. You should be thanking me.”

You laugh, “Oh, my hero~”

“Yeah, yeah. Shoes, sweetheart.”

You grin at him and drop your sandals to the ground, before you slide them on, “There. Shoes.”

“Those aren’t shoes. They’re deathtraps.”

“You’re just grumpy that I’m making you walk.” You reply, “I think they make my legs look amazing. What do you think?”

Crosshair sighs, as though you’re asking him for a huge favor, and he takes a step back to stare at your legs. “Hm…” He tilts his head, and drags his gaze down your legs, and then back up, “Not bad. Maybe if you had some heels-”

You bump him with your shoulder, “Maybe you should wear some heels,” You grumble good naturedly, before you skip ahead of him, forcing him to take several long strides to keep up with you. 

“I thought we were going to the lookout together,” Crosshair chides as he flings his arm over your shoulder.

“We are! But you’re so slow-” You yelp when he tugs you and you stumble for a moment, “Mean! Mean Crosshair!”

“Not my fault that you don’t know how to walk, sweetheart.” He counters as he moves to walk in front of you, and he smirks at you over his shoulder, “Keep up, why are you walking so slow?”

You pout at his back, and jog over to him so you’re able to wrap your arms around one of his. He grumbles a little, but doesn’t shake you off, which you take as a win.

It’s not a far walk to the stairs leading to the lookout, and you frown when you see the stairs. Like Crosshair said earlier, they are made out of stone, but there’s no railing.

“Worried about falling, kitten?” He asks in your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Of course not,” You shoot him a bemused look, “I’m with you, after all.”

He blinks at you, slowly, and then he huffs and tugs on some of your hair, “Disgusting. That’s the grossest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“You’re so dramatic,” You reply as you tug him over to the stairs and start to climb them.

“You know I can leave right?” He points out, as he climbs the stairs behind you. 

“But we’re already here!” You say cheerfully as you bounce from the stairs onto the landing at the top of the stairs, “The Lookout!” You spread your arms wide, and he rolls his eyes. 

“Why’s this place so great anyway?” He asks.

“Because-” You take his arm and pull him away from the edges of the cliff, and further inland, “There’s a lake.”

“Pabu is literally a peninsula. There’s water everywhere.” Crosshair replies.

“But this is special water!” You lead him further in, until you come to a crystalline lake. It’s peaceful, and there, in the center of the lake, on a small man-made island, is a massive statue of a woman. “Ta-dah!”

Crosshair looks around, and then he sighs, “Alright. I’ll bite. What’s with the statue?”

“Hm?” You turn and look at the statue, “Oh, right. It’s a Goddess of Love.”

“A goddess,” He repeats, deadpan, “of love.”

“Yep.” You tug him over to the shore, and then sit down on the white sand. You take a moment to pull your sandals off and then bury your feet. “The story goes that a pair of lovers came up here to meet up in secret, against the wishes of their families.” You explain, “And the goddess was so moved by their devotion, she gave them the chance to prove their love to each other, and her, by giving them a series of trials.”

“Lame.”

You glare at him and fling a handful of seaweed at him, “Not lame! Romantic.”

“Yeah, I’m not about to let anyone, let alone a goddess who doesn’t exist, determine if my love is real or not.” Crosshair flicks the second toothpick of the day at you, and you squawk indignantly as it lands in your hair.

You flick the toothpick away from you, once you pick it out of your hair, “Come on, Cross. It is romantic! Sticking together through thick and thin, proving your love-”

“It isn’t romantic.” He says the word like it’s a curse and you don’t bother to muffle your laugh, “It’s condescending at best.”

“I think it’s romantic,” You reply.

“Yeah, until you’re the one having to prove your love to someone who doesn’t know you.” 

You roll your eyes at him, and reach up to tug him down onto the sand next to you, “Will you stop being a grouch for 10 minutes and just enjoy the atmosphere with me?”

“I suppose it is kind of nice that there’s no one around,” Crosshair admits after he folds himself, gracelessly, on the sand next to you.

“See, I told you-”

“It means that I can do this,” He adds with a small smirk as he leans in and steals a quick kiss, before he pulls away and settles comfortably on the sand.

You squeak, and then scramble to your knees, “No! Wait! I wasn’t ready!”

“You snooze, you lose, kitten.” He replies.

You fling your arms around his neck, “but Cross, don’t you want a kiss too?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Wha-” You’re unable to finish your word when there’s a loud crash of thunder, causing you to flinch against him. 

Crosshair straightens, and he taps your arm twice, causing you to drop them to your side. His sharp gaze is locked on the island with the statue. “Time to go, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” You push yourself to your feet, only to yelp as the ground gives way beneath you, and you fall. It’s some comfort that you see Crosshair falling too. Though it’s only some comfort.

You hope that he doesn’t get hurt.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the dizzying array of lights and colors threatens to make you sick, and then you’re hitting solid ground, and you huff out a breath of pain as you land hard on the sand.

Slowly you roll from your back to your side, and then push yourself into a sitting position.

You’re still at the lake, though you’re alone now. You nervously clutch at your hands, and flicker your gaze around, “Cross?” You call, “are you here?”

You gingerly get to your feet, and inch towards the treeline, “Crosshair?”

“Ah, there you are.” You jump at the familiar voice coming from the opposite side of the clearing.

You spin on your heels and sigh in relief. “There you are. What happened?” You duck down to grab your sandals, only they’re not sitting in the sand. You stare at the sand, bewildered for a moment. You could have sworn…

“Sweetheart?” You jump again, and whip around to look at Crosshair.

“Sorry?”

He smiles at you, a proper smile, and you fold your arms over your chest, “I asked if you’re alright, sweetheart.”

Your blood runs cold.

Crosshair calls you sweetheart like it’s an insult. He’s rude and crass, and flicks toothpicks at you because he thinks it’s funny. He’s never smiled at you, and he’s never verbally asked if you were alright before.

He also calls you kitten when you’re alone, and likes to whisper in your ear like you’re the only two people in the world. And sometimes, when it’s just the two of you, he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world to him. And he always knows if you’re alright or not, because he’s Crosshair.

“Sweetheart?” He asks again, taking a step closer to you.

You stumble back away from him, “Who are you?”

He pauses, and then smiles warmly, and you fight to hide your tremors, “It’s me. Your Crosshair.”

Trap. Traptraptrap. You take several large steps back, until you’re standing in the water, “You’re not Crosshair.”

He blinks, “Are you sure?”

“Yes! You…what did you do to him!?”

He tilts his head to the side, “He’s not hurt.” He takes several steps towards you, only to stop when you step further back into the water, the water now coming up to your knees. “I could be Crosshair, if you wanted.” He cajoles, “I would make you happy, and safe.”

You shake your head mutely, your arms folding tightly around yourself.

His face twists for a moment, something dark and dangerous crossing his features as he takes a stalking step towards you. 

You yelp and stumble further backwards, just as three arrows fly from the treeline and slam into Fake Crosshair’s chest. He releases a noise that no human throat could ever make, and then dissolves into goo on the sand.

“Get over here!” Crosshair’s voice is sharp, and your head snaps to the treeline, where he’s crouching in a tree.

“Cross-” You wade out of the water, and half run over to him, “I can’t find my shoes,” you blurt as you reach his side, the fact seeming very, very important for some reason, “They were there and now they’re not and-”

“I have them.” Crosshair interrupts, his gaze flickers over all of your exposed skin, likely looking for any injuries, “They were with me…and the fake you I had to deal with.”

“I…fake me?” You ask.

“Yeah, she was acting like me, and it pissed me off, so I stabbed her.” Crosshair replies as he hands you your shoes. “Well, and because she was trying to convince me that she was you.”

You slide your sandals back on, and then look up at him, “Can we go now?” you ask.

His gaze scans your face for a moment, and he nods, “That’s the plan, stay behind me.” He pauses when you grip the back of his shirt, and he glances at you over his shoulder.

“Sorry, do you need me to let go?”

“Hold on to the hem of my shirt, not the middle of the back,” is all Crosshair says in return. He waits until your grip shifts, and then he starts walking. 

He carefully leads you to where the stairs are, only for him to stop and curse loudly. “Cross?” You poke your head from around him and look up at him.

“The stairs are gone.” He says.

You release his shirt and step around him so you’re standing next to him, and you peer over the edge of the cliff and you frown. “I don’t even see the ground.”

Crosshair grabs your shoulder and pulls you away from the edge, “I noticed,” he says shortly.

“Okay, so…so maybe we have to go back to the statue?” You offer as you nervously wring your hands. 

Crosshair reaches out and grabs your hands, “Stop that. If you’re going to worry anything, worry my shirt.”

You immediately grab the hem of his shirt, and start rolling the soft material between your fingers. 

“And your suggestion is a valid one, I suppose. Though I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like anything,” You quip weakly, a small smile lifting your lips.

His hand comes up and presses lightly against the top of your head, a small bit of tenderness to help settle your nerves, and then he moves his hand back to the stock of his crossbow, “Stay behind me.”

You slide your hands to the back of his shirt, “I will.”

He glances at you, a small smirk on his lips, “Good girl.”

You flash a small smile up at him, and allow him to lead you back towards the lake.

The pair of you stop on the shore, and look out at  the statue, and Crosshair releases a frustrated sigh, “Do we need to get to the statue?” He glances at you, “What happened, in the story?”

“Um…the couple disappeared and were never seen again.” You admit.

“You could have mentioned that this was a horror story, kitten.”

You duck your head, “It wasn’t supposed to be real, Cross.”

He scoffs, “Any other stories that we should probably know about?”

“Um…there’s a couple of others,” You admit sheepishly.

“You’re fucking joking.”

“Sorry.”

He sighs deeply and pinches his nose, “Alright. It’s fine.” Crosshair looks around for a moment, “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

You nod and release his shirt.

Crosshair is only a few feet away when you see something alarming. Dozens of weapons, all of them aimed at Crosshair.

You move before you can even think it through. Your hands come out and press against his back, and you push with all of your strength. Crosshair stumbles out of the way, annoyance crossing his face as he turns to yell at you, only the words die in his throat as he watches the first volley of arrows slam into you.

You crumple to the ground, still and silent. 

Crosshair rounds on the attackers, and fires off a series of arrows, moving faster and his aim truer than ever before. 

And then he’s kneeling next to you, his touch is gentle as he rolls you from your side onto your back.

“Come on, kitten.” He growls, fury warring with fear on his face.

A warm glow envelopes you, and then fades away into nothing, and you release a gasp, rolling back onto your side and coughing loudly. “C-Cross-?”

He roughly pulls you to a sitting position, “What the fuck were you thinking?!” He snaps, he runs his hands down your arms and sides, checking for injuries.

“They,” You cough again as you try to catch your breath, “they were going to hurt you.”

“I don’t care! You don’t do that. You don’t get to do that. Never again.” Crosshair orders. 

“But-”

“No. No buts. You will give me your word that you won’t do that ever again.” His hands are painful on your shoulders.

You stare at him, eyes wide, “Okay. Okay, I won’t do that again.”

His grip loosens around your shoulders, “You promise.” He demands.

“...yeah, I promise.” He releases a shaky breath and his forehead drops against yours, “Sorry for scaring you.” You whisper.

“It’s fine,” He says gruffly, his hand pressing against the back of your head, “Come on. We need to get to the island.”

You nod your agreement, but before you get to your feet, you pull him in for a kiss. Slow and lazy and proper. You’re pretty sure you just died, you feel like you’ve earned it.

Crosshair chuckles under his breath, “Alright, kitten. Feeling better?”

“...actually, yes.” You admit.

Crosshair helps you to your feet, his grip just a little too tight for comfort. You scared him, so you don’t begrudge him his anxiety.

“Good. Now, how do we get to the isla-?” He pauses mid sentence, his gaze locked on the lake. There, right next to where you’re standing, is a small boat. 

“This feels like a trap,” You whisper to him.

He grimaces, “Get in the fucking boat.” Crosshair says shortly.

Oh, good, he agrees.

You climb into the boat with little hesitance, after all, you are with Crosshair, and he’d never let anything hurt you. You sit on one of the benches in the boat, and dig around the bottom for some oars. 

The ease of several months of practice is the only reason you didn’t topple over when the boat started moving as Crosshair pushes the boat from the shore into deeper water.

You offer him one of the oars you found, “You do know how to use this, right?” You tease lightly.

He raises a single brow, takes an oar, and dips it into the water. And then he smirks and flicks water at you causing you to let out a disgruntled noise, “I think I can figure it out.”

The pair of you manage to cross the lake in short order, and you hop out of the boat to help Crosshair pull it out of the water. You ensure that the oars are stored in the boat, and then you turn to him with a nervous smile, “I think the statue is up there,” You motion to a ridge that was not noticeable from the shoreline.

Crosshair was scowling up at the ridge, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s seen something that you haven’t.

“Cross?”

He glances at you, and his frown deepens. “Stay with the boat.”

You blink in surprise, “Shouldn’t I go with you?” You ask, “I mean, if this is a trial, like from the story-”

You stop when he presses his hand over your mouth, “Absolutely not. There’s something unnatural happening here, and you will stay here until I figure out what it is.”

“What if you get hurt?” You ask, your voice muffled by his hand.

“Then I get hurt.” He replies unconcerned.

“But-”

“Are you going to stay here?” Crosshair asks, “Or do I need to put you back in the boat and push it into the lake?”

You whine low in the back of your throat, “Are those my only options?”

“Yes.”

You shoot him an unhappy look, “Then I’ll stay here.”

He guides you over to a rock and firmly sits you down, “Good girl.” He checks his weapons, “I’ll be back shortly. Probably.”

A petulant pout crosses your face as he walks away, following the trail up to the ridge. 

“Aww, he cares about you a lot,” 

You yelp and topple off of the rock at the sudden voice to your left.

“Oh! Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you!”

You gape up at the strange woman standing over you. She’s stunning, though her features seem to shift and change as you stare at her, “Who are you?” you ask.

“Oh, I’m Poppy. Hello!”

“...hi?”

Poppy beams at you and you feel guilty for having been startled by her, “Do you think you can help me?” She asks as she folds her hands, pleadingly, under her chin.

“I…Crosshair was very specific about me staying here.”

“He was!” Poppy beams even more, “And it was very adorable, but I really do need your help. And so does he.”

You slowly get to your feet and Poppy lightly takes your arm, “What do you need my help with?”

“You’ll see! It’s not far, I promise.” Poppy half drags you out of the clearing, and down a thin path that you wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t shown you. “Just down here.”

She leads you to a cave, and then she leads you into a cave. The walls are covered with dark green ivy, and there’s flowers of all sorts growing across the floor and ceiling, “What…what is this place?”

“This is my home,” Poppy leads you to the very back, where a stunning marble statue sits…covered in wicked looking purple vines, “My shrine.”

“Wait, you’re-?”

Poppy smiles, “Many years ago, I chose to watch over this island and the people here with my partner. But one day these vines appeared…” She gestured to the vines, “And my power waned to the point I wasn’t able to stop that awful winter.” She sniffles, “The only good thing about that awful winter is that fake me wasn’t able to hurt anyone, but then the winter left, and she killed you! So naturally I had to save you!”

“Oh, uh…thank you, then.”

“You’re very welcome!” Poppy beams, though it fades quickly, “I gifted you a fraction of my power, just a fraction, enough to heal you, but it drained me something awful, so now I need your help.”

“With what?”

“The vines. I need you to remove the vines. Please.” Poppy lightly touches your arm, “It’ll hurt, little one. But, please-”

You come to a decision immediately. You can’t not help someone who needs help, it’s not your nature.

So you walk over to the statue, reach out, and grab a vine. 

It’s like grabbing a red hot wire; the vine sears into your skin, and you can hear the skin of your hands burning, but you don’t let go. Instead you tighten your grip, and you rip.

The smaller vines pull away with ease, dissolving into ash as soon as they land on the consecrated ground, but the larger vines are more troublesome. They twine around your arms as you rip them out, searing dark burns into your skin. Each one is more painful than the last.

But finally, finally, the last vine falls to the ground and dissolves into ash. The cave fills with a warm light, as though the sun has finally risen after a very long night, and Poppy laughs. 

“Finally,” She says through her laughter. She reaches out and touches you, and the pain fades, and the burns slowly turn into a delicate looking ivy tattoo, “There, my brave little ivy, no more pain. No more fear.” She leans in and kisses your forehead. “All will be well. Stay in here…you will be safe.”

“But…Crosshair?”

Poppy smiles, “All will be well.” She promises, and then she’s gone, leaving behind the delicate scent of flowers. 

**************

Crosshair grunts in pain as he dodges another blow from the so-called Goddess his Kitten told him about. His lips curl in disdain as he moves out of the way from another attack.

Had he known that his day was going to devolve from spending time with his person to fighting demons, he would have brought more than just his crossbow and hunting knife.

What’s the saying, hindsight is 20-20?

At least his kitten is safe, the demons seem to have no interest in her. Though, he’s willing to bet that if he doesn’t survive, then that will change. All that means is that he better not die.

The demon he’s fighting stumbles back for a moment, even though Crosshair isn’t anywhere near her. “No.” She hisses, “NO! Go and find the girl!” She shouts to her shadows, which take the form of him and his brothers, “Kill her!”

“Shit.” Crosshair turns his attention away from the main demon, to dealing with her underlings, only the moment demon!Hunter tries to leave the ridge, he’s cut in two.

“There’s no need to fret,” A strange man stands on the edges of the clearing, something coldly smug on his face, “You’re little lady is just fine. She’s somewhere where these fiends can’t touch her.”

“No…no. You cannot be here. You’re sealed away!” The demon snarls.

The man’s grin becomes vicious, “Crosshair, is it?”

Crosshair raises a single brow, but doesn’t bother to answer.

“I need you to shoot the statue. Right in the heart, if you would.”

It’s a weird ask, but he’s done weirder things, all things considered. So Crosshair lifts his crossbow, takes aim, and fires.

His bolt flies true, and slams into the statue’s heart.

The granite cracks, crumbles, and then completely shatters. And Crosshair blinks in surprise. The statue of the woman was gone, and in its place was a statue of a man, wielding a sword and dressed in armor. 

Crosshair lowers his bow, and the strange man chuckles and steps into the sunlight. “Well done, lad. Well done indeed.” The man stops next to Crosshair, his smile is kind, though there’s a hint of danger in his gaze, “You’ve done enough for now. Let’s send you to where you belong.”

“Where I-?”

There’s a flash of light, and Crosshair swears, as he immediately closes his eyes.

************

You scramble to your feet when the cave fills with a cold light. Cold, but somehow you know it’s not a threat. The light fades, and you heave out a sigh of relief when you see who’s standing in the cave with you.

“Cross?” You hurry over to him and fling your arms around his neck, and he grunts in surprise. “Are you okay?”

His hand comes up and presses between your shoulder blades, “Yeah. I’m fine.” Crosshair extracts himself from your grip, making you whine, “What’s this?” His fingers trail over the ivy tattooed on your arms.

“Um…the statue,” You motion to the gleaming white statue, “Was being smothered in vines, so I removed them, but they burned me really badly. So Poppy turned the scars into tattoos.”

“...who the fuck is Poppy?”

You blink up at him, and then you point to the statue, “That’s Poppy. She went somewhere else, though.”

“I did indeed,” Crosshair instinctively shoves you behind him, and Poppy giggles, “Oh, darling, he reminds me of you.”

There’s a man standing next to her, tall and broad, “That he does. Those demons won’t trouble anyone ever again.” He says firmly, “And, thanks to you both, this nation will never have to worry about an eternal winter again.”

“Because we’re awake now,” Poppy says warmly, “Which means we can go back to protecting what is ours.” She claps her hands, “But, we need to get you both home.”

The man smiles slowly, “But I think we can take care of that.”

There’s a bright flash of light, and everything fades away.

*********

“I’m heading out!” You call over your shoulder to your family.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us?” Your older cousin asks gleefully, “It’ll be fun!”

“No thanks.” You reply as you make a face, “Have fun though.” You wave at your extended family, and then hurry out of the house before someone can come up with some reason you should go fishing with them.

Once you’re on the street, you turn and follow the road. You hurry past the forest, and over to the stone staircase that leads to the lookout. You carefully go up the stairs, and as soon as you’re standing on the grass at the top, you kick your sandals off. 

You duck down and pick them up, and then you follow the path lined by pretty white flowers away from the lookout, and towards the lake. You stop on the shore of the lake and you turn your attention to the island in the middle of the lake.

Alight with dozens of different flowering trees, the pair of statues looking out over the lake, and over Pabu as a whole, radiate a sense of warmth and love, and you grin at the statues.

And then you turn and race along the edge of the lake, until you’ve circled half of the lake, and only then do you dip into the dense trees. 

There, hanging from two massive trees, is a hammock. And laying on the hammock, is Crosshair. You drop your shoes on the ground next to the hammock, and lean over him, a grin on your face, “Found you!”

Crosshair doesn’t bother opening his eyes, instead he just snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you so you topple over on top of him. He then adjusts you so that your head is tucked under his chin, “No more adventures, kitten.”

You giggle and bury your face against his neck, “But I haven’t told you about the Volcan-”

“Shhh.” He presses his hand over your mouth, “We’re sleeping now.”

You giggle even more, and press your nose against him, “I suppose I can take a short nap.” You close your eyes, as the soft, delicate, scent of flowers fills the forest around you.

And you know that if you were to open your eyes, the forest around you would be blossoming with every flower known to man. After all, you and Crosshair are Poppy's favorite people.

Heart for Brains - Chris Redfield x GN!Reader

Tsumugi says: Yaaay! I'm finally able to post this!! Then I'll work on my Leon fic! Yaaay enjoy! Title of fic inspired by Heart for Brains by Roar! Also thank you to my good friend @melanch0lybeepboop for the pet names! Enjoy this somewhat steamy fluff y'all come get y'all juice! Mwah! ♡

Before you read: mentions of trauma (Chris's part), slight guilt/insecurity (Chris again), neck kisses, pet names, and, of course, gender neutral reader!

Seeing you again was the only motivation Chris had at this point.

Your smile, the way you said his name whenever you say you love him, the way you complimented his cooking, everything. He wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to keep you away, away from all the man-made biological horrors that he had to fight off seemingly endlessly on each and every mission he went on.

Calling Chris a worrywart was an understatement.

He constantly worried about you and others before himself. He couldn't help it. He had a heart for a brain. He couldn't help wanting to protect everyone before himself. Even on missions, he thought about you. He's memorized your schedule at this point, most of the time when he isn't shooting the undead he thinks about what you're doing, even when he's in Europe and you're still at your shared home in America.

Seeing your face on his computer screen brought him back to the ground, the way your eyes softened at him made him feel mushy inside. The world was hard on him. You made him feel soft. "I miss you so much, dear. The bed feels painfully empty without you in it." You say, leaning onto your hand as you look back at Chris through your side of the screen. He always loved these little video chats with you. He loved hearing your sweet voice. The hardened man was practically putty around you. Your words melted him. "I miss you too, honey. You eat yet?" Chris asks, as always putting your needs before his own. Despite the fact that he was currently stationed in Europe and you safely at home.

You nod your head in reply. "Mhm, I did eat! Eggs and bacon." You reply back. "Isn't it like… 3 AM over there? Why do you care if I eat when you should be sleeping?" You ask, jokingly. Tilting your head as you lean on your hand. You always found it endearing the way he cared so much for you. But it also somewhat worried you. You made it your goal now to pamper your husband once he returns from his mission in Europe.

Chris chuckles along with you. "I can't help but worry, honey. You're at home all alone." He says in reply. "There isn't much going on here anyways." He murmurs, playfully scoffing. "How's your morning so far, babe?" He asks, leaning slightly toward his side of the screen. A shine in his eye as he hears you talk about your morning. Though your morning was uneventful, he listened intently, wanting to share that quiet life with you right there and then. No monsters. No guns. Just you and him, together. He can't wait to come back home and return back to you.

The day he came back to Europe was the same as always, the same routine of greeting Chris at the door, hugging him close to you, his much larger frame enveloping you into his. "I miss you, dear." You murmur softly, your head to his chest. "I miss you too, honey." Chris replies back, his nose taking in your familiar scent as the two of you embrace. The scent of home. The two of you share this exchange for a couple more minutes before you let go. "Let me help you with your bags, babe. You must be exhausted." You say, a hand reaching out to grab one of his duffel bags.

"No, no, I don't need your help." Chris quickly says, gently swatting your hand away. Even when arriving home, Chris didn't want you worrying for him or lifting a finger for him. He was stubbornly caring for everyone except himself. You sigh softly, deciding not to prod any further. You pull your hand away and hug your husband one last time before letting go.

"Just…decompress yourself and rest, okay?" Your eyes soften looking at your husband. You knew he needed a break. He knew that he needed a break, too. Chris grabs his bags without struggle, murmuring a small "Thanks, honey." As he walks into your shared bedroom, slowly unpacking his things from his duffle bags. You give Chris some time to get used to his surroundings again. Enough time to shower and change into a fresh set of clothes. He was gone for a long while.

The feeling of being home again felt foreign to Chris. He felt like he didn't belong here.

He had gotten so used to the endless cycles of fighting, fighting to protect people, fighting to protect his friends. Fighting to protect you. He felt like he didn't deserve to be home again. He's pulled out of his own thoughts when he realizes that you're hugging him from behind. He also realizes he was staring blankly at the full body mirror in your shared bedroom. Chris chuckles softly at your attempt to wrap your arms around his muscular build fully. "What a sweet thing you are." He comments, shuffling himself to face you. "I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, honey." He says, easily scooping you up in his arms.

"All the right things, dear. I'm really glad you're home again." You reply, wrapping your arms around him for support. A small blush appears on Chris's face hearing your words. Knowing you cared for him. Not for his battle knowledge or his strength was enough to make small hearts appear in his eyes if that was humanly possible. Knowing you wanted him at home melted his heart.

He gently places you down on your shared bed, handling you carefully, almost like porcelain. He didn't want to hurt you, after all. You were his drive to go on missions. He went through hell just to see you again, and it was worth it every time. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in a normal bed. Let alone hold you in his arms. Chris wanted to change that.

"You were right about this bed being lonely without me. I forgot how big this thing is." He comments, a small chuckle leaving his chest. You smile softly, hearing his words, patting a spot next to you for him to lay down. He climbs next to you in bed, the bed frame shifting slightly under his weight. He slowly wraps his arms around you, sighing contently as he rests into the mattress. It's been a while since he's had a normal bed. Pulling you close to him, Chris kisses the crown of your head. "Love you, sweet thing." He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. "Love you too, babe." You reply back, hugging his shoulders as his hands rest right above your hips.

You lay your head comfortably on his broad chest. You both enjoy the silence together. Finally, you both had time alone. "...you're off your mission and you still wear your work clothes?" You say aloud, gesturing to one of his many, black turtlenecks. You couldn't tell if it was a fashion statement or a sign of how much working for the BSAA weighed on your husband's psyche. "They're comfortable, honey." Chris replies, his eyes fluttering open hearing your voice. He drifted off to sleep for a brief moment, just holding you in his arms. He was home.

You smile hearing his answer. "They sure do look comfortable..." You say in agreement, shifting in the bed so that you're facing him. Head still resting comfortably on his chest, your fingers trace over his muscles. "They make you look professional, babe." You add on your fingers slowly making their way up his arm, then to the collar of his turtleneck. The entire time, Chris had a small blush on his face. You really did make him soft. "T-thank you, honey." He quietly says back, his eyes darting between your fingers and your face. Despite being a hardened BSAA captain, he was a soft, putty mess around you. Easily moldable and malleable simply by your words and touch.

Your fingers rest near his collarbone until you gently tug down his turtleneck. This causes Chris's eyes to widen slightly. The small blush on his face spreads even more, the tips of his ears almost red.

He wasn't expecting this type of welcome home. Not at all.

Seeing this reaction out of your husband always surprised you. Chris Redfield, the expert on the living dead, the man who had a heart for a brain, got flustered simply by the way you spoke and your hands. Your eyes scan his neck, noting the way his Adam's apple nervously bobbed up and down. He was always so shy when it came to physical affection, yet he was proud to hold hands with you in public. Not taking a second thought to wrap his much bigger hand in yours.

"Kissing is more…intimate than holding hands, right, dear?" You ask, eyes darting up at Chris, who was still, completely red in the face. His hands cling to your hips, bringing you closer to him. "Y-yes. It is more intimate than kissing, sweet thing." Chris replies, nodding his head a bit in agreement.

Slowly, you tug the collar of his turtleneck lower and lower until his neck is fully exposed. Chris's breathing hitches. The man was absolutely flustered now. Going from a grizzly bear to a teddy bear around you and only you. "H-honey…what are you doing?" He quietly asks, not stopping you at all. "Just…relax, dear. Let me calm you down, okay?" Chris slowly nods his head, letting your lips get closer to his neck. Your husband tenses up slightly as you get closer. He was so shy and yet craved physical affection from you. Especially after being away from you for so long.

Your lips gently pepper his neck in kisses, Chris loosens up, back pressed against the mattress. Relaxing as you kiss his neck. Two of your fingers are still tugging down his turtleneck collar as he speaks. "This…feels nice. You're really spoiling me, huh?" He comments, letting you do your work. All you do is hum in response. Your kisses turn more feverish as you trail up closer and closer to his jawline.

This must've unlocked something in Chris's brain. He immediately grabs you by the hips, though, still handling you gently like porcelain he places you in his lap. Your thighs squared his hips in, with you against his broad chest. He realizes what he had done in the heat of the moment, and his face turns a deeper shade of red. "S-sorry, honey, I-I don't know what came over me." He quickly says, sounding genuinely apologetic. Hearing how sweet Chris sounded and how reddened his face was, you smiled softly. Pulling away from his neck, your eyes soften again. "Aw, it's okay, babe. No need to apologize to me over something like that." You reassure him, cupping his face in your hands. Your palms brush against his cheeks, the stubble on his beard tickling lightly against your skin.

His eyes glance at your lips, then back into yours. His own lips try to form words until you pull him for another round of kisses. You feverishly pepper kisses all over his face, making rounds and leaving small faint imprints of the lip balm you wore on his features. Your lips linger on the corners of his lips before you plant them softly on his. Chris sighs softly into the kiss, slowly pressing your hips down against his so you aren't awkwardly caging him in with your thighs. Even in a position like this, he still prioritized your comfort over his.

His hands rest on your hips again, relaxing like you requested him to as you do your work. You really meant it when you told him to relax. Your hands pull away from his face, placing them on his shoulders, your thumbs brush against the base of his neck. Chris leans into the kiss gently, giving you an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, still handling you softly as your shared kiss becomes more heated. One of his hands holds you in place by the back of your head, his fingers brush through your hair as he (somewhat) hungrily makes out with you.

He doesn't remember the last time he kissed you either. He missed the way you tasted. Chris wanted to change that, too.

Whenever he was on a video call with you, that thought lingered in the back of his mind. The way your lips tasted on his. His thoughts pooled into a puddle at first. In the back of his mind. That puddle has grown into another body of water entirely. Something much bigger.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, breath hot on your skin as he pulls away. The reddish tint that spread across his now, lip balm stained face slowly went down as he looked down at you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer for a hug.

"I love you, honey. Don't know what I'd do without kissing those lips of yours." He murmurs against your skin, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your neck softly. Open-mouthed kisses trail up your neck, his stubble brushing against your soft flesh. You chuckle softly, feeling the stubble against your neck. "I love you too, dear. That tickles." You comment as his kisses linger on your skin.

A small laugh leaves Chris as he pulls away from your neck after peppering kisses on it. One of his hands cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against one of your cheekbones. "You really are the sweetest thing, huh?" He says in a soft tone as he looks at you with the most love filled expression you've seen. He really did love you. You could tell by the way he looked at you. The way the corners of his eyes softened.

Chris Redfield, the man with a heart for a brain, had his eyes (and heart) set on you. And only you. Nothing could change that.