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#THIS IS A LOW TO MEDIUM ACTIVITY, SELECTIVE MULTI-MUSE ROLEPLAY BLOG containing a handful of male muses from movies, shows, video games and much more. Muses are penned by Alex. 25+. He/Him. THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY MINOR FREE so do not interact unless you are 21+. Blogs that interact with no age will immediately be blocked on sight. If you write using AI, you WILL be blocked.

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Semi-plotted starter for — Jill & Chris! @fatescattered

How many people in their line of work got happy endings? Not many that Chris knew. They either died a hero on the field, or had too many aches and pains to fully enjoy life by the time retirement came around. At the age of thirty five, he’d never in his wildest dreams thought he’d be handing in his gun.. and yet, here he was— not a solider burdened by duty anymore, but a free man.

A fresh start was exactly what him and Jill both needed after Africa. When Jill proposed the idea they move to Paris? How could Chris possibly refuse? They’d booked the first flight over there once their visas had been approved— never looking back. There was nothing left for them in the States apart from twisted memories and broken dreams.. and a little sister that had permission to visit whenever she wanted.

Carrying the last of their boxes into their brand new three bedroom house, Chris placed them down in the living room for him and Jill to sort through later. Speaking of Jill.. where had she ran off to?

A quick search of the open kitchen and garden turned up dry.. but there was one more place he could think she’d be. Climbing the stairs up to their bedroom, a smile tugged at his lips when seeing her standing out on the balcony overlooking the pier. He didn’t waste any time in joining her out there. “Leaving me to do all the heavy lifting while you’re hard at work, I see.” The telltale smirk on his lips was a telltale sign he was being sarcastic.

He didn’t expect her to help. She’d earned a break.. and for the first time in a while? She actually looked happy. More like herself. That alone had his smirk melting back into a smile, arms leaning against the balcony’s railing as he took in the view. “Can’t believe we’re doing this..” He breathed out, glancing at her from the side. “You’re happy, right? No regrets?” He didn’t have any, but he wanted to be sure.

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“..Jill?” Staring at her from across the table they currently occupied in an otherwise empty café, Chris had to wonder if she’d even heard his question. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d caught her staring off vacantly out of that window, expression unreadable and a blank look in her eyes. Was this what she’d been forced to do for three cruel years under Wesker’s control, waiting immobile for him to spout his next orders?

Her coffee had long since gone cold. She’d barely even touched it from what he gathered, the beverage still filled to the brim. Honestly? His own drink mirrored hers, Chris’s appetite for food and drink next to none. He still felt sick to his stomach thinking about what she’d had to endure. And it was all because she’d decided to save him.

Guilt sitting heavy in his chest, his eyebrows furrowed. It was all his fault. She’d been tortured because of him.

“Hey?” Trying again, Chris slowly slid a hand across the table, mindful to keep his movements slow incase he startled her. And when his hand find finally sought her arm in hopes to draw her out of her own head, his touch was soft. “I said your coffee’s turning to ice. Want another one?”

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What was she doing up so early? It wasn’t like she had anywhere to be. Rebecca had closed up their shared lab for the weekend, buried in preparation for her next batch of university freshmen. Lately Ada had been acting.. odd to say the least. Leon wasn’t particularly worried, per se. She knew where the door was, and he knew she’d have no problem leaving if she was unhappy.. but a part of him had to wonder if she was beginning to get cold feet, itching to retreat back to a life of action rather than the domestic one they’d created together.

“Slept like the dead, huh? I don’t know about that.” A sleepy stretch of his arms was given before they settled around her after she joined him back on the bed, a lazy smirk dragging the left corner of his lips upwards once they met hers. “The dead can get pretty nasty sometimes. They bite.” A teasing nip was given to her bottom lip.

Feeling her fingertips tenderly graze against the rough tissue of scarring on his shoulder — his first ever promise to her, in a way, that he’d always protect her — Leon hummed, pulling back slightly to admire her. Even after all these years, she was just as gorgeous as the day they met. Just as mysterious too, apparently. Would he ever fully come to understand the complexity of Ada Wong?

“What’s going through that head of yours?” A question he often pondered, but rarely spoke aloud. Especially as of late. How could he not after her little disappearing act over night to run an errand? Leon hadn’t pressed her about that. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t trust her. But..

“You’re not thinking about running away, are you?” It was asked as more of a joke, tone lacking the seriousness a genuine question would. However, he wouldn’t be opposed to Ada answering with sincerity. At least that would do the trick in putting his mind at ease if only for a moment. “With the way you were sitting by the window? I half expected you to pull out that grappling hook of yours and zoom off.”

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For just a moment, she worried that he'd pull away completely, the taste of him gone in favor of a conversation Claire couldn't even begin to think about having. It was cowardly, and perhaps a little unkind, to reduce what was once friendship to a few stolen hours spent together. And yet, for how wrong she knew it was, Claire couldn't bring herself to stop either. She knew she'd just fall apart completely if she did.

The relief that came from Leon's refusal spread across her body in an instant, seamlessly overriding every bit of guilt. Claire would let herself worry about it when she inevitably went back home in the middle of the night, left alone with her thoughts once more.

A low grunt spilled into his lips as she fell backwards onto the couch, the impact not nearly as torturous as the distance that followed. If not for the promise of feeling his weight on top of her again if she did as she was told, Claire would've tried chasing his lips, desperate for that closeness. Instead, she was already shrugging off her jacket before Leon could finish his sentence.

She blindly tossed it to the floor the second she was free from it, her shirt and bra following suit. The sudden coldness sticking to her skin only registered for a moment, before Claire was already focusing on the next task. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper of her jeans for a moment, with little room to move when she refused to pull away any further. It felt like she wouldn't be able to breathe if there was any more distance between two.

The bottom half of her clothes was removed in one single motion, the soft thud as they dropped sounding so far away. Claire didn't spare a moment to think about how exposed she felt, in more ways than one, rushing to lose herself once more in his taste.

She pushed herself off the couch just enough to be able to pull Leon into another hungry kiss. "Let me do it." The words were mumbled against his lips, hands already reaching to unbutton his pants without waiting for an answer.

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Leon barely had any time at all to properly admire her before she reclaimed his lips with a harsh tug of his arm back to her. Whatever had happened during today’s visit with Sherry.. it must’ve left Claire feeling lower than low, because even during her previous late night visits? She’d never been this needy for him. It wasn’t that they usually eased into it— they didn’t, but there was usually a little more conversation before they let their hands do the talking. Not that Leon was complaining.

His sweater had been discarded in an instant, pants and boxers to follow after Claire’s fingers scrambled to take care of them for him, Leon swift in kicking them both off to join the rest of their crumpled clothing in a pile on the floor. They didn’t do foreplay. Never had since they’d started hooking up— always quick to rush straight to the point. After all, this wasn’t about pleasure. For them, it was about forgetting.

Now that they were both bare, Leon adjusted his position, his hips finding their way between her legs as a hand guided one of them around his waist. With his other, he lined himself up with her and with a single thrust forward? He slid into her with a grunt.

“Claire..” Her name left his lips in a low moan right into her ear, his pace quickening with each steady rock of his hip against hers. There was no telling how long this would last— or if she’d even stay afterwards. She usually didn’t, much like himself when he showed up at her door. But tonight, Leon craved not only this, but her company. Unfortunately, he knew he didn’t possess the courage to ask that of her.

The thought of her leaving didn’t make his movements falter, however. If he kept going, he knew he wouldn’t have to think about the agonising loneliness that was sure to follow this encounter. “Gonna take care of you..” The promise was sealed with a light nip of his teeth to the side of her neck, just underneath her jaw.

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Despite how many times they had sought each other's company late into the night, this unspoken arrangement of sorts, there was always a crushing feeling of guilt whenever Claire showed up unannounced. Leon had enough on his plate already. Sherry had been taken from him too, but he was the only one forced to work for the government.

She should consider herself lucky, that she was allowed to roam free, without someone breathing down her neck. Would it be cruel to say she preferred the alternative? If she was busy risking her life, she wouldn't be thinking about Sherry - about him, and whatever was left in the wake of the Raccoon City massacre.

She'd do anything to get her mind off how suffocating it felt to still be alive. Even if it meant dragging Leon down with her. He'd tell her if he didn't want this, right? He never pushed her away, and it seemed he needed this just as much as she did... It was easier to believe in that anyway.

A small, tired smile tugged at her lips. Even in her most exhausted state, Leon always knew just the thing to say to make her feel more at ease. Claire was glad that he didn't keep trying to cheer her up, offering another form of comfort instead.

The tension in her frame started slipping away the moment his arms wrapped around her. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a quiet "yeah" to his question about where she'd been. No surprise that Leon guessed right away. Only those visits broke her this much.

The next question, however, didn't earn such an immediate response from her. Silence stretched for what felt like minutes, and every time Claire tried to say that yes, she wanted-- needed to talk about it, no words came out. She couldn't do it, same as always. Chickening out at the last possible second and taking the easy way out.

"No." The single word was sealed with a bruising kiss. There was a sense of urgency in the way she pressed against him, desperate for the relief she'd been missing since the last time they met. It was so easy, dangerously so, to forget about everything else when his lips were on hers.

When she finally broke the kiss, Claire couldn't bring herselt to pull away more than a few inches. Her voice was low, breathless, as she spoke against his lips. "Do you?"

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Was it bad that he found himself somewhat relieved when Claire said she didn’t want to talk about it? It’s not like he’d know the first thing to say to her anyway. How could he possibly offer any words of comfort when he too, was just as broken and couldn’t afford to put his own pieces back together, let alone hers? It would be straight up cruel of him to even try telling her everything would be okay when he knew damn well that they wouldn’t be.

The demanding kiss that followed sparked something within him— proving to Leon that he wasn’t as dead inside as he felt. Nights like these with her were the closest he felt to feeling alive these days, the overwhelming numbness momentarily forgotten about. It was why when Claire pulled away to spare him a moment to answer her question? Leon found himself chasing her lips with noticeable desperation.

“No.” He parroted just as their lips passionately clashed once more. Talking was overrated anyway, wasn’t it? Or at least that’s the lie he sold himself for all of this not to feel wrong.

Leaving no room for either of them to change their minds and think it through, Leon wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her up so that she could hook those long legs around him. Then using one foot to kick the door shut, he carried her into the living room where he soon collapsed on top of her on the couch, their lips still fighting for dominance. This wasn’t the way to deal with their trauma.. but Leon didn’t care.

“I need this.. need to feel you..” The confession was a breathy murmur into her mouth, a hand pushing her jacket off slender shoulders in hopes of discarding it faster. “Take everything off.” Reluctantly, he pulled away to begin undressing himself too, as though time was of the essence.

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" Hey --- Chris? Look at me. " DESPITE THE HARSHNESS OF the world around them and the lives they lead, Jill's touch to bring a grounding presence to Chris's panicked state was surprisingly gentle. Nightmares were something that plagued most of them, thanks to every operation they'd been on since the outbreak in Raccoon City, and guilt from the events only heightened the nightmares.

It did not take much thought for her to figure out just what Chris was dreaming about this time around. The yelling of her name was a hint enough, even before he realised her presence and tried to form coherent sentences to speak to her. Jill could only bring herself to exhale slowly, keeping her hands in place against his cheeks while she allowed the soft nodding of her head. Words had been replaced briefly by the hint of a nervous laughter, the pain of the small Hell Wesker had put her through, still raw in her own mind.

" I'm here, Chris. You got me back. You saved me. " She knew how much weight the last three words would hold with him. She knew how many he'd not managed to save along the way. She knew that each loss to him felt like a failure that tore into his chest and broke away another piece of him, as much as he tried not to reveal it. " You saved me. "

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She was here. He’d saved her. Jill’s words offered him a fraction of comfort, the beat of his heart slowing just slightly from its erratic thudding. However, despite her reassurance.. his eyes continued to rove each feature just to be certain. During the three long years she’d been presumed dead, Chris often woke up only to find her presence was yet another illusion brought on by grief. What if it was no different this time.

“You’re really here, right? With me?” Chris hated how uncertain he sounded. He couldn’t even trust reality anymore. Jill didn’t need this on top of everything else she was dealing with. He was supposed to be the strong one for her, not the one falling apart at the seams. Just went to show that even from the fiery, lava filled grave, Wesker was still winning.

That bastard. This was all his fault.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m fine, just.. need a minute.” Exhaling a shaky breath, Chris made no real move to pull away from her, further proving beyond the haunted look in his eyes that he wasn’t as fine as he was trying to convince her. “Are you okay? Must’ve scared the hell out of you.” A humourless puff of air sounded through his nose, his thumb careful to trace along the edges of her knuckles. Waking up to a panicked cry of her name must’ve been jarring.

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Okay, so my plans to write went downhill and I’m exhausted 💀 I will get to replies tomorrow, thank you for all your patience 💕

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Open starter for Jill Valentine from — Chris Redfield!

Since returning home from Africa, Chris’s dreams had been nothing short of horrific, forced to endure the worse case scenarios his mind could conjure up. Tonight had been by far the worst. “No.. No..” Talking in his sleep was common on nights like these, distress clear in his tone as each breath that followed came out in ragged puffs.

Reliving the worst moment of his life was one thing, mind once again drifting back to Jill dropping to her knees in pain as that device continued its torture on her mind, only in his dream? He hadn’t saved her from it. Rather, he’d been forced to watch it pump so much of that virus into her body that she’d mutated right in front of his eyes.

“JILL!” Her name tore hoarsely from his throat when he finally jolted upright in his bed, a cold sweat drenching his body from head to toe.

If not for the swiftness of her two hands cupping his face and guiding his wide-eyed stare to her, Chris was certain he would’ve had a full on mental breakdown.

Instead, his much larger hands sought hers where they rested against his cheeks, breaths still uneven as he spoke. “You’re really here. You’re not.. you didn’t..” At this point, he didn’t even know what he was trying to say, too haunted by the very real and terrifying notion that the outcome of his dream could’ve easily been reality.

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There was a particularly devastating kind of ache rattling her ribcage whenever she visited Sherry. The little girl would never know, of the hours lying awake the night before, or how Claire always hesitated outside the door to her new home before knocking. She was happy Sherry was given a second chance with another family, people who actually had the means and experience to take care of her properly... But that didn't make it feel like her heart was breaking any less.

They would've made it work. If only the government hadn't taken her so suddenly, with barely enough time to be a family to begin with, they would've made it work.

The drive to Leon's house afterwards had become another staple of these visits. Sometimes it was him who showed up at her place after he went to see Sherry, needing the distraction, some comfort. It had happened so unexpectedly the first time, and they never spoke about it since. It was easier to just fall back into it and give into each other in the only way they knew how.

She could've called or texted beforehand, but idea of trying to put any of it into words made her stomach twist. Instead, Claire announced her arrival with a knock, body slumping against the door frame as she waited for the familiar sound of his footsteps.

When the door finally opened, there was no attempt at hiding the hurt in her expression, given how often she saw it reflected in Leon's features. No explanation was offered either, trusting he'd know, judging by the late hour and the noticeable lack of her usual bright smile on her lips.

"Bad time?"

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Is this what depression felt like? Raccoon City had taken more from him than he could ever truly fathom. Leon hadn’t realised just how happy he’d been before that fateful night— just a rookie cop with big dreams of saving the world one day at a time. Dreams that’d been crushed and trampled on the minute he realised he couldn’t save everyone. Had he actually saved anyone? It sure didn’t feel like it when he looked back.

And just when he thought he’d hit rock bottom? The universe laughed in his face once more, sending him hurtling towards a new one. The government had seized custody of Sherry. Now? He’d been forced to join them. It wasn’t like he could turn them down when they were practically using her to blackmail him into compliance. What a fucking disaster. Fortunately, his thoughts didn’t have much time to spiral when a knock at his door pulled him from them.

Leon knew who’d be waiting on the other side to greet him before he even opened it. Claire Redfield. This wouldn’t be the first time she showed up at his door late at night looking for relief.

Admittedly? Leon was glad she’d decided to come over tonight. He would’ve been tossing and turning otherwise, allowing his mind to torture him. “Never a bad time for seeing you.” He tried to tease in hopes to hide his own misery.. though judging by the look on her face? It didn’t seem like Claire was in the mood for humour right now. “..C’mere.” Reaching for her, Leon tugged her in for a hug.

“Been to see Sherry again, huh?” She must’ve. It was never easy leaving her— seeing how upset she got when they had to go was heartbreaking. “Wanna talk about it?” He was here to lend a listening ear, but if she didn’t want to talk.. he didn’t mind presenting other distractions he assumed she’d rather indulge in. They’d already fallen into an unhealthy pattern.

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Valenfield plots set after RE5 where they’re basically living together and getting over the trauma??? Yes please. Chris just waking up in the middle of the night, panicking that Jill isn’t there and she is in fact there to comfort him? I need 🥺

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Everywhere she looked, there was chaos. Agonized screams from those who weren't able to escape in time, the low groans of the monsters chasing them. What on Earth was going on? Everything seemed so peaceful just a few moments ago, when Ashley had been happily lounging in the hotel room her father had booked for them... only for that peace to be abruptly destroyed.

She should've stayed inside. Lock the room, barricade the door with whatever she could get her hands on, and wait it out -- but her father was still out there. Ashley couldn't abandon him, even if it meant putting herself in danger. He'd disapprove, but he could hardly fault his daughter for it when he would do the same for her in a heartbeat.

The ringing in her ears grew louder as Ashley ventured further into the city. A gasp fell from her lips as she reached into her pocket, convinced she had taken her phone with her, only to find nothing. Oh, no. Had she left it at the hotel? Or maybe it had fallen during the commotion. Admittedly, her father didn't answer in the eight times she called, but Ashley was determined to keep trying, in hopes he'd eventually pick up, that she'd hear the sound of his voice and everything would be okay again.

Distracted by her hopeless attempts at locating her phone, Ashley only noticed the zombie slowly approaching when it was too late. It yanked at whatever he could reach - her jacket, in this case - forcing a yelp out of her. It took all her strength to break free, the side of her jacket torn in half in the struggle.

She ran without looking back, breathless by the time she made a sharp turn into a busy street -- only to bump right into someone. Ashley let out a high-pitched scream, her arms blindly moving in a frantic attempt at pushing away whatever had grabbed her. "No! Stay away! Let me go!!"

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The station was within reach. If he could get there and gather his bearings, then maybe he could make sense of what the hell was going on here. Unfortunately, fighting through hordes of undead was easier said than done. Had he bitten off more than he could chew deciding to come here despite several warnings for new officers to stay away? However, staying away hadn’t been an option. He wanted to help no matter the cost.

Slipping down a backroad in hopes to avoid the worst of the chaos in the main streets, Leon sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him— though in his rush, he should’ve paid more attention to his surroundings. Maybe then he would’ve noticed the figure barrelling straight for him before it was too late.

The sudden collision winded him, almost sending Leon stumbling backwards with a huff until he regained his balance just in time to hear a shrill shriek pierce the air. Shit!

“Hey, hey!” The young cop grabbed onto her wrist to prevent her from swinging at him in her panic, free hand shooting up to clamp gently over her mouth to stop her from screaming again. “Shh.” If there was one thing Leon had learned in his short time here, it was that noise attracted those things— and man, was she being noisy. If she continued like this, all those monsters and their mothers would rain down on them.

“Look at me. I’m not one of those things, alright?” Carefully, hesitantly, Leon’s hand removed itself from her lips. And now that he had time to study her features? His heart sank. “Wait, you’re Ashley Graham, right? President’s daughter?” He’d seen her on the news enough times to recognise her face. He was positive that in a situation like this, security was supposed to be swarming her. So what was she doing out here alone?

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