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ahmementos · 7 months

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Remember To Forget

I think at this point the retelling of RE 6 has been done in abundance but I never did it, hence this drabble.

He had been told Chris didn’t remember anything. “I think I’d remember a hot piece like yourself.” To hear Chris refer to him as a hot piece was wild.

Leon was almost regretting being sent in on the assignment. He had been assigned to guard detail for the President for so long that, after assuring the detail taking over for him was competent, he leapt at the chance to get out of the US and breathe.

“If you did, you’d realize that is not something you’d call me.” Leon tipped the whiskey glass back and swallowed down its contents. “Ever.”

Whether or not he’d like for Chris to call him that was irrelevant; Chris didn’t know who he was at that particular moment and Leon wasn’t going to pretend Chris felt that way when he was himself . He stared at the man he’d been tasked to bring back, a man the BSAA didn’t want to trigger by sending in his squad unless they absolutely had to. I’ve met him once, was Leon’s response, but he went anyway, following intel to the bar he’d heard Chris had practically been living at.

“Then losing my memory was the best damn thing for me, especially right now.” Chris had been looking him over since the conversation had been initiated, if Leon was being honest but at that moment? If Chris could have devoured him with his gaze, he would have.

Chris hadn’t shaved in at least a month and his appearance was far from the clean cut soldier he tended to present himself as. Leon couldn’t even say his disheveled appearance or the fact that he smelled like he bathed in alcohol before heading to the bar was a turn off. That said more about his own tastes than it did Chris’, didn’t it?

“And the minute you get your memory back, you will regret having those thoughts.” He wasn’t drunk, not yet, but Leon was already regretting having the thoughts he was having about a man who didn’t remember who he was, let alone who Leon was to him… which was nothing. Claire’s friend, fellow survivor of Raccoon City; that’s who Leon was.

Chris didn’t even blink. “Well you could fuck me, and see if that jogs my memory.” His eyes never left Leon’s as he took another drink. “Unless you really aren’t invested in bringing me back in like my alleged superiors want.”

“Aha.” More a statement than an actual laugh, more a deflection than an admission of desire, Leon leaned back in his chair and did his best not to lick his lips. “Even if I thought that was a good idea, you are too drunk to honestly consent to that.”

Chris tipped the bottle of whiskey against Leon’s glass and filled it up. “Then you get drunk with me,” he offered as a faulty compromise. “Then we both can make stupid choices.”

“A man who’s still too sober for his own good, trying to make a deal like that.” The glass lifted in Leon’s hand and tilted against his lips.

Chris offered a lazy half smile. ��Your room or mine?”

No one drunk off their ass could ravage another person so expertly. Skilled fingers made short work of buttons and zippers on pants Calloused palms smoothed Leon’s shirt up and over his head. He knew being a functional alcoholic was possible - ask him how he knew - but Chris was making him feel like he had a lot more to learn about the title if he wanted to be the reigning DSO ‘ drunk at work and no one can tell’ champ. Either that or Chris wasn’t as drunk as he was pretending.

“I better not find out later-” Leon tried to speak but the mouth back on his silenced further protest. He didn’t want to find out later that Chris was faking being drunk because that meant he went along with this game willingly, because he wanted to fuck him. The affair was only okay if it meant nothing.

The neon sign just outside the window illuminated Chris’ face when he pulled back. “Stop thinking,” he whispered, words spoken against Leon’s jaw and brushed against the shell of Leon’s ear.

All Leon could do was nod; every one of his senses were being overloaded by a man he wasn’t sure was even drunk.

Chris told him to stop thinking but all Leon could do was think, think about the real reasons why he jumped at the chance to come try to save someone he only met once . Obligation to Claire, obligation to the country, or was it because meeting Chris Redfield one time had the man on his brain more times than he cared to admit? Ultimately, he wanted to know how those rough work worn hands felt against his skin, against each and every scar his own line of work had given him. As Chris’ fingers mapped along a healed over bullet wound on his shoulder, he could confirm it felt amazing.

“This your first?” The strength that Chris expended to hoist Leon up on the bare topped dresser was impressive, him sliding between Leon’s parted thighs even more so. “With a guy?”

Leon answered by hoisting a leg up so that his hand could make contact with the pockets and slap a packet of lube against his chest. “No.”

Every inch closer Chris pressed against him was almost too much, and the sight of him tearing into a packet of lube with his teeth was even more so. “Always prepared or were you hoping it’d go this way?”

Like the good little whore he’d been told he was on more occasions than he cared to count, he answered with more of a moan than he wanted to. “Always prepared.” Words breathed out when slicked fingers slipped inside him. “Not complaining that it’s going this way, though.”

“Are we enemies?” Chris’ words were hushed against Leon’s skin as he worked him open with a gentleness that was what Leon expected from the boy scout, but not from the amnesiac rough around the edges man he’d found at the bar. “Battle buddies? Wingmen? Am I dick deep in pussy when I’m not out saving the world instead of between these perfect fucking thighs?”

“None of the above, s’far as I know.” Leon shook his head, then let it fall back against the wall. “If you ever thought about me like this, you kept that shit to yourself.”

Chris slowly withdrew his fingers. “I don’t guess amnesia stops the body’s natural desires.” The space wasn’t left empty for long, just long enough to slick up his cock and gently press inside. “If my old memories come back and erase this, remind me I said that shit about being between your thighs.”

Leon bit down on his bottom lip until Chris’ mouth offered assistance in muffling his unwanted noises. One of two things was going to happen. Getting off inside his tight ass was going to jog his memory or he was never going to remember this shit happened thanks to alcohol and Leon was never going to bring it up. His nails sunk into Chris’ back, both out of response to the pace picking up and also to the thought of giving any of it up.

If there was ever a moment Leon wished was at the bottom of every bottle he crawled into, it was that one. He wanted every empty bottle of whiskey to lead to Chris Redfield being between his thighs, every last drop following every last orgasm the man could wrench out of his body by simply tilting his hips just right as he thrust deep inside.

“The me you know is an idiot.” He wanted the amnesiac Chris to sit down with real Chris and make fucking a normal part of their daily routine.

Leon wanted to declare the Leon that Chris currently knew was the bigger idiot, getting tipsy enough to fuck without a second thought, but he was too busy thanking that same idiot for disregarding the moral implications of the scenario. He just held on tighter, met Chris’ thrusts with his own, and let the world spiral away…

Leon was gone before morning. “Look he doesn’t remember me enough to click anything into place for him, okay?” He wasn’t comfortable leaving his post with the President for long and he was definitely running from the case of feelings and emotions he caught with those warm arms curled around him in the middle of the night. “You can probably send the BSAA team in and it would work better.”

“ He didn’t even remember you from the Terrasave party?”

He spoke softly as he crossed the airport towards his departing flight home. “I did what I could but he definitely did not remember me. He didn’t remember you either, Claire.”

“He’s an asshole like that, I guess.”

“All it proves is that we all spend too much time doing our jobs and not enough time being with the people we care about.” Leon sucked at pep talks and cheering people up. Claire knew this. The fact that she was still sitting on the phone pretending he had some magical phrase to make it all better was telling of how upset she was. “Tell BSAA he’s probably softened enough to take whatever intervention they have planned.”

“You make it sound like you fucked him into complacency.”

“A spy never tells his tactics and trade secrets.” He was glad the phone didn’t convey the blush he knew was spreading across his cheeks. “I have to board, Claire. Send the BSAA in. He’ll come around-”

“I want a big party, a real party, when whatever the hell this mess is gets cleared up.”

“Whatever you want,” he promised. Always the needs of others, never his own. His own needs would’ve had him saying to hell with the President and staying until Chris came around. His own needs would’ve insisted Chris come back with him and they’d sort the amnesia out later.

Claire wanted a party. The President wanted his topman back on the job. Whatever Leon wanted was irrelevant.

“So Ada’s not dead.”

Leon had been doing his best to avoid Chris as much as possible since the missions got entwined. “No… she’s definitely not dead.” Now the man was blocking his escape from the med tent he’d just been checked out in. “I’m sorry about Piers.”

Chris nodded and took a step closer, but didn’t quite crowd Leon's space. “He was a good soldier who deserved better,” was all he said on the matter, quietly and solemnly.

“We all deserve better.” Leon stared at the table and his hands flat against it, anything so he didn’t have to look at Chris.

“I was going to retire after this mission,” Chris confessed, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke on a subject he wasn’t sure Leon cared about. “I remembered a guy I ran into when my head was a mess that I wanted to hunt down. He had the most perfect thighs-”

Leon definitely couldn’t look at him after that omission. “I’m supposed to say it was a mistake and that we were drunk and apologize, right?” His breath caught in his throat as Chris crossed the distance between them. “If you’re asking about Ada-”

Chris’ hand was so gentle as it tugged Leon’s chin in his direction so he was forced to give him eye contact. “Only if you and Ada are an item and you were off having drunk affairs instead of actively giving in to something you wanted.”

“Ada is complicated but I wasn’t running from her that night.” Leon’s eyes slowly shut as he leaned into Chris’ touch. “You’re going to a joint operation after this, hm?”

“I’ll be gone long enough for us both to think about where we might go from here.”

“When do you leave?”

“Twelve hours.”

Leon’s hand slid down Chris’ chest, fingers left to hook around belt loops. “Twelve hours is a long time.” His other hand slipped into his pants pocket and pulled out a key card for his booked hotel for the night. “Plenty of time to shower and decompress from one of the longest goddamn missions on record, if you want my professional opinion.”

“Your opinion is the only one I want to hear right now.” He sealed the deal with a kiss, long and deep, his own hand wrapping possessively around Leon’s hand and the keycard that promised one night of bliss before it all went to shit again for both of them.

#Chreon #Leon Kennedy #Chris Redfield #Resident Evil #My fic #Aggressive negotiations

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leonisdumbasallhell · 8 months

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It’s Fuck Him (Chris Redfield) Up Friday I need him 🪢 Restrained and hating every second please please pleaseeeee

The zip-tie bit into the skin of Chris’ wrist as he squirmed, plasma oozing over his glove. He could smell it, he realized, in a turn of events both stomach churning and mouth watering. Damn. Fucked up.

Chris leaned against the radiator he was leashed to, groaning with great agitation, as he watched Leon pace around the small cabin they’d been cornered in. Chris wasn’t fully paying attention to what he said, something something infected, something something evac.

What he was paying attention to was the fact Leon had pushed his jacket sleeves up, revealing his lovely, toned forearms. Chris couldn’t tear his eyes away from them, fixating on the subtle twitch of the tendons as he moved, the thrum of his pulse as his heart rate quickened. Chris’s own began to match as he smelled somewhere on Leon blood, an open wound. Easy entry. Easy pickings. Chris clacked his teeth together behind his lips experimentally, flexing his wrists again to test the strength of the zip ties.

“You still human over there?”

Leon had ended his call, walking towards Chris briskly, to Chris’ great delight.

“Yeah,” Chris lied, shifting slightly and hoping he looked pitiful. He had notorious puppy dog eyes. “Think you can let me lose? It’s starting to cut off circulation.”

Leon hesitated, chewing on it and his lip as he eyed Chris. Chris, for his part, was barely holding himself back, heart pounding against his rib cage, teeth aching and throat dry. He was fucking starving.

“I don’t know Chris… you don’t look that great to me.” Leon eyed him. Chris normally loved how well Leon knew him, how he could read him easy as a favorite book, but right now he wanted to rip his throat out with his teeth. Fuck Leon for tying him up. Fuck whoever left the zip ties in this god forsaken cabin.

Leon’s eyes narrowed some how even more, stepping closer, hand out as though to touch Chris’ face, frowning deeply. “Do you have a fe-“

Chris couldn’t hold back anymore, lunging at Leon, the zipties snapping something in one of his wrists but still holding as he gnashed his teeth, hoping to bite down on something wet and warm.

Leon was always faster than Chris expected, though, and moved just in time leaving Chris to growl around a mouthful of leather jacket instead.

“God damn it, Chris.” Leon ripped his arm away, a chunk of leather tearing off in Chris’ mouth. He spit it out at Leon’s feet, growling like a critter as he strained against the zipties.

“Let me fucking go, Leon!”

“Yeah, not happening. Not till you’re a person again, at least.”

The hunger and ache was overwhelming as Chris screamed, a bloody, rage filled scream of a hunting thing caught in a toothed trap. This was fucking hell, complete with the wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Leon just backed up and sighed, setting his gun on the kitchen table and sitting heavily in one of the chairs, watching Chris as he flailed. “This is gonna be a long 2 hours.”

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #leon kennedy #chreon #🔪 fics #beat the shit out of chris friday #also sorry for any typos i wrote this on my phone lmao

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chai-not-tea · 10 months

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probably gonna make a chreon high school teachers / professors au because i am truly insufferable

#chreon #chris redfield #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #chris x leon #resident evil #resident evil chreon #rambles #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ideas #ao3 #haha my brain go brr #dear lord what am i doing

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fonulyn · 1 year

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four Chris/Leon ficlets

these are all fairly short tumblr ficlets now polished and posted on ao3, so I’m gonna throw them all in the same post not to spam everyone too much :3

the real legends - “Just look at us,” Leon snorted, “if anyone could see us now. The two legendary B.O.W. destroyers, barely able to fucking walk.” (aka they both get a bit banged up on a mission)

simple things - “You could’ve told me,” Leon says as he crawls in bed. “Since when do you have a thing for glasses?“ (aka Leon wears glasses, Chris likes it)

some things never change - Chris’ thoughts trailed off as he glanced at his watch and realized that it was way later than he had assumed it was. “I lost track of time,” he admitted, but then grabbed the pen, anyway. “I’m almost done. Just go to bed, I’ll be there soon.” (aka Chris forgets the passage of time, Leon makes sure he gets rest)

bruises and promises - “Are you still mad at me?” Chris asked, although he knew damn well what the answer was. The second thing he’d gotten from Leon at the hospital wing of the BSAA was a shouted reprimand for being so reckless and stupid and getting himself so badly hurt. (aka Leon is mad at Chris, but only because he cares)

#chreon #chris redfield #leon kennedy #my fics #my chreon fics

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trashbaby1996 · 5 months

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I am back in business baby! I am at a coffee shop and am finally just sitting down and working on updating 'Convenient Timing'. I am finally feeling up to writing again. Who knows, maybe I will get this next chapter out by Christmas...

#personal #chreon #my fic #I never understood how some fic writers could take up to a year to update and now I understand V_V

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mysteriousanderfels · 7 months

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Resident Evil 4 scribble

Pair : hinted!Krauser/Leon

No matter how much that report looks as detailed as a fucking mosaic, it still doesn't describe half of what I went through in that fucking backwater ditchhole in the ass crack of europe.

If only someone told me what I'd go through that night, I might have... dealt with some situations differently... fuck I don't know, I might have had more time to think about different patterns? different solutions... ?

If only I had just a bit more time to think. Just a fucking breather!

Fuck, I hate it when I don't have time to think things through. See what happens?

If I knew, if I had a single hint, I would have made a beeline to your fucking camp and perhaps then, with enough time, we could've... talked?

Would you have listened if I came to you? If I sought you out personally and peacefully? Would you have cared? The way you cared for me back in the regiment?

I know why you did it. Why you made me do it.

You wanted me to feel it, too.

The betrayal.

I want to resent you for that. For how you wanted to hurt me like that. But then again, how selfish would I be if I said I didn't want to share your pain.

Well, It's a fucking success. I can't sleep and it's been two weeks. I have the best pills a government shrink can allot and they work - sometimes. Sometimes I feel sick consuming all that shit and only strong alcohol gives me comfort. And warmth. And it's bad for health so it's perfect. I need the punishment.

I have… sometimes, in the most craziest dreams I get, I have hope that I didn't really kill you - you know… for good.

Heh. One can dream, right. You made me do it and like everything you always made me do, I came up with the goods.

But still. I have those dreams sometimes; where somehow you're still alive because I missed your heart by a little - wouldn't be the first time you'd make me mourn you, you fucking asshole - and you'd drag your sorry ass from the brink of death like you once did.

Or someone would find and save you…

Anyone…

I wouldn't mind it if you came back right now knocking at my door with a gun pointed between my eyes, Krauser. I'd rather you barge in right fucking now and beat me to a pulp than you choosing to just fucking haunt my dreams.

Just come beat me up.

P-please… Major?

Come hurt me physically. Come punch me. Come tease me and cut me. C-... fuck.

Come back.

#I can't believe my first intake on smth RE would be a krause/leon thing #my main infatuation and obesession is with chreon !!#what the fuck happened!#I guess the chreon thing in the bags is a more extensive one so it needs more time and diligence #I was just in an emo kreon mood due to this crying leon pic that feels like a deleted scene #then the breaking news about krauser in the seperate ways ending spoilers came #so the ending here freewheeled on its own #jack krauser #metaltango #kreon #residen evil #fic-inspired-by-pic #resident evil scribble #leon s kennedy

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resident-rats · 3 months

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Writing dialog for Chris Redfield is the ultimate enemy. There. I said it </33

#Chris I love you but like #why do you just talk like a normal man #LIKE both Leon and Luis have pretty distinctive speech patterns #and then Chris is just there like 🧍🏻‍♂️#LIKE he does have a speech pattern it’s just #idk less noticeable?????#anyway that’s how writing is going atm jfhfhfhf #if anyone is curious lol #literally the hardest part of writing chreon fics is wtf does Chris even say #one day I’ll just write a fic where he and leon stare at each other intensely then fuck #problem solved #my writing

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silvercap · 5 months

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17 and Chreon!!!!!

:))

Leon's drunk. The world spins around him as he stumbles through the door of his apartment, a hysterical giggle escaping him when he slams into the frame and spills out across the floor like a sack of potatoes. He thinks he hits his head, but it doesn't hurt and he's closing the door with his boot a moment later, so all's well that ends well. The stability of the cold hardwood is nice, and Leon sighs, fumbling for his flask. If only he could stop thinking for once. His last mission had been a total wreck, and it seems that no amount of alcohol is enough to drive away the lingering melancholy and guilt that plagues him like a shadow. He's fucked up too many times; gotten one too many good people killed, and he can't take it anymore. It's the same thing every single time.

He needs a distraction.

"Wanna fuck?" he slurs the moment Chris answers his call, grinning up at the ceiling. "I'm in town again. Last time didn't go so hot, but I wanna apologize, and---"

"Are you drunk?" Chris demands, and Leon imagines him frowning his telltale Redfield scowl at the phone. He laughs.

"Yeah, maybe. Offer still stands."

Chris's sigh is heavy on the other end of the line, but his voice is warm when he responds.

"Yeah, I'll come over."

Leon doesn't remember the rest of the conversation, and when he comes back to himself he's hunched over the toilet, vomiting as someone strokes the back of his neck soothingly.

"Shit," he moans, shivering. His leather jacket has gone missing, and he blinks in confusion, struggling to remember what he'd last been doing.

"Better?" Chris's voice rumbles, and Leon fights the dizziness to look up at his worried face. "Let's get you to bed, huh?"

Bed. Chris. Leon suddenly remembers what he'd been doing, and he leans in when Chris helps him up by the arm, nuzzling the space between his muscular shoulder and jaw.

"S'nice to see you again," he mumbles, eyes closing as he inhales the familiar clean scent of Chris's soap and cologne. Honestly, he could just stay like this for the rest of the night, but Chris came here for a reason and he intends to follow through. He drops to his knees, hands on Chris's thighs. "This okay?"

"Leon." Chris sounds faintly horrified. He's not sure why.

He's back on his feet before he knows it, Chris all but dragging him out of the bathroom and into the hazy mess of colors he knows must be his apartment. The bed is soft beneath him when he collapses into the mattress, and he's vaguely aware of blankets being drawn over his body. When he can focus again, Chris is sitting on the edge of the bed beside him, a gentle hand stroking through his hair. A lump forms in his throat.

"We can talk in the morning," Chris says softly, leaning down to press a kiss to Leon's forehead. "But for now, you should get some sleep, okay?"

Leon's not even sure why he's crying, but when Chris stands to leave he lashes out with a hand, clumsily grabbing hold of his wrist.

"Stay?" he begs, and Chris leans down to kiss him again.

"Of course."

#my fics #ughhhhh hurt my own feelings with this one #ask game #chreon #thank you mav!!#vomiting

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