CV Claire Redfield 🔥
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CV Claire Redfield 🔥
dont think im ready to see 400 posts of people going back and forth saying "OMG??? RE VERONICA TAKES PLACE AFTER RE2?????" after the game drops
That moth hall...
Figured I'd drop another burnfield timeloop AU scene that I recently re-read and was fond of~ another cute scene, but you can imagine that Claire's been through the wringer (I think this is loop 21) and she needs all the soft moments she can get :')
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“Hey. What’s the first thing you wanna do when we get out?” Steve chatters excitedly from next to her.
The question catches her off-guard. “Let’s figure out the ‘getting out’ bit first,” she says back, continuing to scavenge through her stored belongings. Thankfully he doesn’t notice the weight each word carries on her conscience.
“You’re so boring,” Steve drawls, leaning against the wall. He pushes his bangs aside with a hand still firmly gripping onto an SMG – she really needs to remind him about gun safety.
“Well then, you start us off,” she replies, turning to him. Their eyes lock onto each other briefly, before Steve looks away in surprise. “What’s your plan once you’re out?”
He seems unprepared for the question, brow knitting in deep thought. “I… I want to find a big patch of grass and lie down.”
She can’t stop her snort in time. “Big dreams for a big guy.”
Steve’s cheeks burn scarlet. “Shut up,” he whines, “I didn’t have enough time to think of an answer.”
She softens her gaze. “Sorry. That’s really sweet – it just threw me off guard. I thought you’d be thinking about crazier things, that’s all.”
“I’m not that deranged,” he grumbles, tucking his chin even further.
She turns to him fully now. “Tell me about that big patch of grass. Are you going to take a nap? Have a picnic?”
He scoffs, though it’s mostly in embarrassment. “I just… wanna get out of here. Be free. No more zombies, no more wardens telling me what to do, no nothing. I can figure out everything else after that.”
He jumps in surprise when she sidles up next to him on the wall. “Well then, would you mind if I joined you? Once we got out?”
“You’re awfully invested for someone who just teased me about this.” His face twitches in moody confusion. It transforms into something much warmer when she slips her fingers in between his.
“I know a place,” she says, thinking back to the rolling hills of her childhood, “It’s a big hill overlooking a lake. There’s no one else for miles, and if you time it just right, you can see the sunset creep over the water with colors you can’t find anywhere else.”
“That sounds nice. Real nice.” His voice is quiet now, with none of the bravado or petulance heard before.
“Promise that you’ll come see it with me?” she asks, realizing she’s nearly choked up too. Steve turns to her, a quick flicker of fear dancing in his eyes. The concept of ‘promises’ was always touchy for him – haunted by betrayed pledges from those he loved, guilty about ones that he himself couldn’t fulfill. She wouldn’t bring that word up for a shallow reason.
But damn it, they’re going to see that sunset together.
He squeezes her hand tightly. “Promise.”
First post🤞
"WHY HAVE YOU COME TO DISTURB US!?"
Imitation
AO3 FIC LINK.
Summary:
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.
Umbrella Pharmaceuticals: Bio/graphies | One-shots (AU) - “Overdose” Alfred Ashford | August 1992
