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Of Frost and Bounding Heart Chapter 1&2

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Sometimes, if he was really lucky or just persistent enough with asking, Barry would regale him with tales of these adventures. They always left Chris a little scared, but that was okay - eventually he would be a knight, and he would be able to fight all the things that scared him in Barry’s stories.  The beasts of the Vast North frightened him most of all. “They’re abominations that live in the cold, cursed lands of the North,” Barry would say. “Amalgamations of flesh and bone, beastly creatures sent to feast on little boys’ bones. But you don’t have to worry. They’re always fought back into the shadows, so they’ll never get close enough to eat you.” “How come they eat little boys?” he asked, his brow furrowed in worry.  “Because that’s what monsters do,” said Barry. 

Little Chris wants to grow up and become a knight to fight the beasts of the North, but what he finds there will be far be far beyond anything he expected.

A/N: Medieval Chrisker for all your medieval Chrisker needs!

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Imitation

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The wig fit them well. The dress sat perfectly on their frame, save for the absence of breasts. He rectified that by putting a bra filled with silicone on them, which gave the illusion of a perfect valley of breasts. The last touch was the makeup, carefully applied to shape away any masculine features, make him look almost like her, with the same pink lips and blushed cheeks and long lashes.  “There we go,” he said, pleased, while the boy trembled. 

Before dressing up as Alexia himself, Alfred had other people dress up for him.

A/N: Alfred fic by anon request! It's very, very dark, so heads up for that.

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Threw up another log on AO3 HERE! Enjoy!

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A taste

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It was six months into Chris’ employment at S.T.A.R.S. that Albert noticed something unusual about him. He didn’t have a cock. This wasn’t knowledge he sought; he wasn’t a degenerate who examined the crotches of his subordinates. That was more Chief Irons wheelhouse. No - he’d noticed entirely by accident, during a mission where he'd needed to hoist Chris into a ventilation duct so he could plant surveillance devices. Chris had misjudged his grip, slipped, and practically straddled Albert’s face, and the flat expanse between Chris’ legs became uncomfortably apparent in that position. There was something there, something soft and warm and smelling faintly sweet, but it wasn’t a cock. And if it wasn’t a cock, there was only one thing it could be.  A cunt. Chris had a cunt.

Wesker finds himself ravenous for Chris, or a specific part of him.

A/N: Very filthy fic for you all! Probably won't show up in the tags here, but oh well. <3

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Wesker with his Chris clone.

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These aren't too spicy, so here they go! Chrisker + Wesker's hands.

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Debt

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He leaned down to press a kiss to those slack lips, swiping his tongue over the tight seam of them to try to force them open. He thought Chris might bite, or push, or thrash, but instead he parted his lips and pressed back, like he wanted this- Did he want this? Albert was so shocked that, for a moment, it was only Chris moving, his warm lips moulding over Albert’s and tongue pressing into his mouth. Then he remembered himself long enough to pull back. He half-expected it to have been a (successful) attempt to throw him off guard, but Chris’ face was flushed in a way that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but arousal. Albert stared at it. A pretty, full-faced blush that felt like a slap under the circumstances. “What?” said Albert, his voice thick with indignation. “More,” Chris breathed, soft and wanton, which made Albert want to kiss and throttle him until he was gasping.

Wesker attempts to ruin Chris. Turns out that's exactly what Chris wants.

A/N: Late entry for Chrisker week! Day 4, Dead by Daylight!

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Melt

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Chris didn’t believe in the idea of ‘love at first sight’. Attraction at first sight, sure - but love? It seemed like a concept exclusive to fiction. Chris had certainly never experienced it and he never expected he would. But he had experienced love at first disciplinary meeting, which seemed just as outlandish a concept as falling in love at first sight. And yet, here he was, living proof that you could fall for someone while they were chewing you out.

Chris falls for Wesker. While roaringly drunk with Jill and Barry, Chris confesses his feelings via text.

A/N: This was the first fic I wrote for Chrisker Week! Specifically, Day 1, No Zombies AU!

[residentiallyevilly]

Long warning! <3

Hey there I'm the mf who was in your askbox a good while back about your fic "domestic bliss" and how well you wrote that and how it gave me brainworms, and, well, let's just say there's an infestation.

I haven't been able to stop thinking about Wesker watching Piers and Chris. Whether its pre 5 or he's secretly alive, he decides he just has to lay his eyes on the real Chris Redfield, its been too long. He figures out his address and their routine quickly, slips in, sets up cameras, slips out. He knows the risks, he doesn't care. He just has to know what its really like.

He watches them just be together. He watches Piers make Chris smile and laugh more than ever. He watches them do chores, work out, make dinner together, have sex, hang out, sleep. He hates it. He wants it. He wants to destroy it. He wants to kill Piers. He wants Chris, and he wants to kill him. He touches himself angrily. He shatters his coffee mug against the screen. And he can't do anything about any of it, so he watches.

Thought about asking if you were cool with me writing it (because it was based on your fic), but in all honesty, I really don't think I would do Wesker's POV justice in detail. Chris' is more my speed. But you gave me the brain worms, so I figured I'd drop them off here. Hope your day is kind to you! Thanks for creating your stuff and being in the sandbox w me here <3

Ohh, that's an amazing premise! If you ever do decide to write it, I'd love to read! But either way, thank you for snippet, and I'm glad I could inspire you. <33

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Bind the lamb

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The clone - a twenty-four year old Chris Redfield - was undeniably a success, though it hadn’t emerged without flaws. The first, and most noticeable issue was that it hadn’t developed the correct genitals during gestation. Later, after many an interrogation, they also discovered the boy had inherited only a fraction of the memories he was meant to have, with gaping chasms throughout. He recalled most of the important things about his life: that he had a sister, that his parents had died, that he’d worked for the air force before moving on to S.T.A.R.S. But much of his life existed as a series of fuzzy snapshots he could describe only in vague terms. His time as the S.T.A.R.S. point man, however? Oh, he remembered that perfectly, as though he’d come to the lab right from his office desk.

The Connections make a clone of Chris that inherits some of his memories, and Zeno claims it for himself.

A/N: Another clone fic!! Zeno treats his clone a little better than his predecessor, though; he won't let this one get hurt.

[residentiallyevilly]

Hello I absolutely adore your writing and the way you write Wesker...it feels like listening to his actual inner dialogue. It is so damn good. I would love to see what you'd do with a Chrisker dynamic that's flipped on its head. Something like RE1 pre-betrayal Wesker and just after RE8 Chris. Maybe it was William's pet passion project that Wesker agreed to help with and convinces him to abandon after. N e way, I loveeee what you do and can't wait to see what else your amazing brain has cooked up for those two!

Thank you sm! I do my best to keep him IC.

Unfortunately, I wouldn't really know what to do with human Wesker with RE8 Chris. Since Wesker's just a human, it cuts off a lot of avenues I'd find interesting to explore re: flipping their dynamic. He'd probably just be thrown in a prison cell and maybe get minor privileges for helping the BSAA with the scientific side of things, while Chris continues doing field work across the world.

An idea I have been thinking about for a while is Chris becoming RE5 Wesker's handler, which would put Wesker at a disadvantage that I would find fun to write. The power struggle would be tasty af...

I have loooots of ideas for them. Thank you again <3!

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Found you at the bottom of a bottle

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“You’ve been watching me,” said Chris. His voice was steady despite his inebriation. “Yes,” said Zeno mildly. Chris frowned at him. “Why?” “Most people are compelled to stare at train wrecks.” The similarities between his voice and Wesker's seemed to register, because Chris paused and squinted. But it was still too dim here for him to get a good look at Zeno's features. “Enjoying oneself at the bar is a train wreck now, is it?”

Zeno approaches Chris in a bar. Surprisingly, Chris agrees to accompany him to his hotel room.

A/N: Hi all! I wrote a Zenfield fic with past Chrisker. Enjoy!

[residentiallyevilly]

Indulge

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The first time he knelt for Albert, there had been such relief on his face when he took Albert's cock into his mouth. He’d sucked on it gently, eyes closed, looking so sweet and delicate despite the debauchery in what he was doing. Albert had granted him a metaphorical collar, and Chris had eagerly pushed its leash into his hand.

Soft, quite moments between Wesker and Chris.

A/N: Some soft Chrisker for all your soft Chrisker needs.

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Degrade

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Even without the enhancements provided by a virus, Chris’ body was unusually resilient. It had survived the plummet from Spencer’s Estate despite crashing into a few rocks before Wesker propelled them both to safety. It could run for hours without rest, go without sleep for over 72 hours with minimal degradation, and take a beating at Albert’s hand and still get up when commanded.  Indeed, it was an impressive body, even with its inferior stock.

When Wesker has free time, he plays with P30 Chris.

A/N: Thought it was about time I wrote some P30 Chrisker.

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He want that coochie.

[residentiallyevilly]

can you make a dbd chrisker nsfw?

I don't play dbd so I don't know how well I'd do, but I am tempted. Maybe something to do with the entity helping Wesker get his dick wet lol, idk.

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Threw up another log on AO3 HERE! Enjoy!