SleepIt went horribley wrong, their last mission.Sleep3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jill sat beside Chris's hospital bed. She held his unmoving hand and waited for him to wake up. He had fallen asleep nearly an hour before and she stayed the entire time.
She was starting to wonder why.
She had been his partner for five years now and she was tired. She put everything she had into being there for him, taking care of him, being his partner. And she no longer knew why. He was her world, and he was fading. She was questioning her very exsistence. Why love if not to be loved in return?
Her grip lessoned on his hand. "Chris..." she spoke. "I know you're asleep and that you can't hear me, but... That makes this easier." She rubbed her hand over the back of her neck. "I love you," the brunette whispered into the cold, dark hospital room. It echoed around her like it was taunting her. "But I can't anymore. It's... too much."
Chris remained unmoving on the bed, his monitor beeping quietly to prove his heart still beat. She swore at he
Love ChildThe monotonous ring of the telephone pulled Chris from the dark folds of sleep. His hand groped for the cellphone he had tossed onto his nightstand the day before. He begrudgingly hit 'talk' and put it to his ear. "Hello?"Love Child5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hello?" A feminine voise rang in his ear. "Chris? It's Jill."
At that moment, Chris was wide awake. "Jill? It's... This is really you?" He felt tears swell up behind his eyes, threatening to break through and run down his face.
"Yeah, it's me..." Jill's voice was sad as she spoke. "I'm sorry... that I left."
Chris had a short flash back of the night he and Jill had shared months ago. Her lips on his, his body against hers, a night of pure love. Chris wasn't sure what he should reply, but was saved from the choice as her voice came from the phone again.
"I... I'm coming back..." She whispered. "I was..." She took a deep breath. "I was hoping that we could meet somewhere."
"Of course!" Chris was breathless. "Where? Do you have a place in mind?"
"Uh, yeah... I was thin
I'm not StrongI'm not StrongI'm not Strong4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Seeing you now,
It sends a cold fire down my spine.
The ghost of a smile lingers on your perfect lips,
And your strong, cerulean eyes,
Are as eerie and beautiful as a quiet moon,
Whispering over a dark night.
It's been so, so dark.
Your firm, delicate hands,
Hold in them my own.
It's always been like that,
But I should be holding you,
Watching over you,
As your hair frames your face,
In fragile slumber.
But you can barely close your eyes.
Fresh scars mar your pale skin,
And you shrink away from me,
I lean forward and kiss them lightly.
I'm scared you'll break,
You look so weak,
I've never seen you like this,
But you'll recover.
You always do.
Question is will I?
A bitter laugh escapes me,
''I've always needed you.''
As selfish as it was I wanted to die,
That night you sacrificed yourself.
I wanted to take your place but,
You kept me alive.
Even in death.
You encircle your limp arms around me,
I shield you with a strong embrace,
Until our lips meet silently.
RE: Sniper Cupid Piers NivansPiers Nivans had only been a member of the BSAA for year, and it had been the legendary Chris Redfield who had approached him about joining. Nivans had been feeling that he needed to use his sniping talents to answer to a higher calling from the U.S.’s Special Armed Forces. He had heard of the BSAA, and felt that was where he belonged. He remembered the test of his skills that Captain Redfield had put him through, seeming to pass with ease from the outside onlooker, but Nivans had felt himself sweating profusely. In general, Piers had considered himself a hard person to impress; where as he respected his superior officers in the Armed Forces, the level of respect he had was only born from duty. However, even upon his first meeting of Redfield, he was inspired by the man. When joining the BSAA, Nivans did all he could to be worthy of joining Chris’ alpha team, and based a lot of personal pride on being promoted to the Captain’s seconRE: Sniper Cupid Piers Nivans2 years ago in Humor More Like This
I Need YouLeon paced the floor nervously, looking down at his hands and turning the gun he held in them over repeatedly. "Where is she? I hope she's alright," he mumbled. He had lost track of how long he'd been waiting for Ashley's safe return, and he was starting to get worried. She has nothing to defend herself with, and Salazar's plaga-men are crawling everywhere around here. What if they found her? What if she's already dead? So many unbearable thoughts started entering his mind that he began to feel dizzy and had to lean up against a wall.I Need You4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Okay... Leon tried to reassure himself, don't panic. I'm sure Ashley can handle herself just fine. And besides, I already killed all of the plaga-men that tried to take her when I broke her free...it'll be a while before any more come to find her... his thoughts were interrupted when the door behind him suddenly swung open. Leon tightened his grip around his gun and quickly turned around, ready to fire and whatever creature was waitin
Post-RED : Do you remember?Post-RED : Do you remember?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you remember?
The fall season had finally settled down, but a constant warm breeze kept playing with the womans hair as she walked down the silent path filled with dead but colourful leaves. On each side of her, rows of tombstones were stoically reflecting the last sunrays of the day.
Step by step, the woman went further in the territory of the dead until she reached the end of the path. However, the purpose of her visit was still feet away. She had to cross more rows of tombstones which were beginning to be less organized, the stones being scattered around, breaking the symmetry of the previous ones.
The woman continued to walk on the cold grass, her feet barely making any sound, excepting the seldom crisping of the dead leaves. She walked forward until she reached a solitary tombstone. It was small, barely as glorious as the rest of the symbolic stones of the deceased, but it was clean and still polished, revealing its recentness. It also had a beautiful golden coloration be
Je Vous Aime - a Resident Evil songficJe Vous Aime - a Resident Evil songfic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A decade has already passed since the Raccoon City incident and the events that happened in Rockfort Island.
Many people's lives are changed forever thanks to the evil corporation known as Umbrella. Now that the pharmaceutical enterprise is gone, many wonder what will happen next or what can they do now to rebuild their lives.
For one person, she just wants to reminisce some events, better yet, remember someone so dear to him.
A sunny afternoon, she feels the need to pay her last respects to a special someone .
In an undisclosed location, riding her Harley-Davidson motorcycle down the road, the Terra Save member, now 32 years of age, has a somewhat stern look on her face, probably thinking of something right now.
"It's been 11 years now and I can still feel his presence"
Now arrived at the designated area, the cemetery, she parked her motorbike near the gates.
Entering the place, she surveyed her surroundings. "So very quiet, am I the only here?" Continuing to look around, she rea
SafeWesker's hand was tightening around Chris's throat. I knew he was about to kill him. I saw the window behind Wesker and remembered the cliff that started immediately after. The thought was in my head and I would do it. Chris had only moments left before Wesker would kill him.Safe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I charged at Wesker. I couldn't let him kill the man that had been my partner for a decade. Chris was the closest person to me, the only person that knew all the horrors I had seen, the only one who had been there for me when my father died. He was the man I loved.
The force of my charge knocked Wesker back. The sound of glass shattering was loud in my ears as Wesker crashed through it. I tried to stop my feet and push away from him so he fell and I didn't. He continued out the window to fall down the cliff.
I couldn't stop myself quick enough and fell foreword. I didn't fall as far out as Wesker. I threw one hand against the rocky cliff and caught myself.
"Jill!" I heard Chris call out. I realized I was jus
Let Down Your HairJill Valentine smothered her yawn with a hand. She'd finally finished the report Wesker had wanted. Glancing over at the clock, she let out a groan. 11:45 p.m. The STARS unit had been punching the clock ever since the murders had begun, their captain not wanting to have to deal with any slack. That was why half of the team was out on the streets tonight. Thankfully, she'd dealt with the daytime patrol. Tiredly, she got up from her desk, and headed over to that of her leader. The others who had dealt with the office portion of the job for tonight had gone home, save for her, since she just HAD to volunteer to take care of that report. Oh well, at least Brad owed her now.Let Down Your Hair7 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sound of the office's door abruptly opening cut sharply through her groggy mist, causing Valentine to jump, and whirl around. "Oh, sorry Jill!" Chris Redfield called apologetically to her.
She had to turn to face the desk in order to hide her blush. "I thought you'd left?"
"I was going to, but then I remembered that
Re Fic : Below Her BalconyA/N;Re Fic : Below Her Balcony6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yeah yeah, I know. I should be working on Je Men Fous and the others. I am D: Im just.... Writing other stuff while Im at it DX Sorry guys.
Well this one? Ive been listening to a bunch of songs by The Script lately, so, blame them for this one. Gah.
Oh yeah, I hate Microsoft Word on Windows Vista. Stupid school computers should have stuck with XP. I have enough trouble finding the word count as it is! ... Hehe, I guess this could be considered a follow up to Male Issues? It, it wasnt meant to be, and Im sorry for writing so much CxJ ;_;
Resident Evil clearly not property of mine.
Just get the hell out!!
People in the hall turned their heads towards a certain apartment door, all apparently taken off guard by the sudden shout. It had been such a long time since they had heard any form of aggression behind that door, and it all sounded too familiar. People
In DarknessChris woke to Jill's voice. "Oh God, Chris! Chris, wake up!" Her tone was urgent and scared.In Darkness4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What? What is it?" He pushed his face up away from the pillow and blocked his eyes from the sun. She was sitting up in bed. Her hands pressed against her cheeks, the tips of her fingers being under her eyes. Tears were forming in the corner of the gray blue orbs he loved so much. He sat up and moved her hands down. "What's wrong?"
She looked at him, that is, turned her head towards him. Her eyes didn't focus.
"I can't see." The statement was said with such certainty and fear that it sent a shiver down his spine. "I can't see..." The tears spilled over as they sat there together.
He put his hands over hers on the side of her face, his thumbs wiping the salty drops away. "Shh... Calm down, babe..."
"How..." Her breathing hitched. "How can I calm down? I'm bli..." she trailed off, unable to finish the word.
"It's gonna be okay, Jill. I'll call Rebecca, okay? She'll know what to do." He pulled her
SafeSafeSafe3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chris awoke to the curious tapping of rain on the bedroom window. He opened his dreary eyes, his head heavy with previous nightmares of gore, stumbling figures and deadly silence.
It's all in your head Redfield.
Of course you couldn't really call them nightmares if they were memories right?
Yeah sure, all in my head.
He held his hands up to his face and sighed at the darkness surrounding him. These thoughts have plagued him for weeks since that night.
Nightmares he could handle to some degree, what pissed him off was the fact that they followed him into his days, at random too, he would go for a drink and see Wesker's smug-ass grin staring at him from his beer. He would walk into an alley on his way from work and see a drunk man stumble towards him, arms outstretched, this one bastard barely recognised the muzzle of a gun until Chris realised what he was doing and hastily walked away.
Yeah, PTSD is a bitch.
He considered getting up, going back to sleep just didn't seem appealing a
Forget him... (ChrisxWeskerxPiers - Oneshot)I'm usually not a person who Wesker and Chris paired, but a video and a song has influenced me to do so.It is only in this one-shot but the idea has not gone out of my head. And YES I pairing Chris x Piers, they are just cute.Forget him... (ChrisxWeskerxPiers - Oneshot)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Who is not a fodn of Shonen Ai / Slash, shall not read it.
This video has inspired me:
The acrid smell of alcohol clutched firmly in his nose as he ate just a piece of his steak.
Comfortably he chewed on the bite, but the sharp stench had driven all taste away Disgusted, he swallowed it and threw a short and inconspicuous look to the man two chairs further. Chris Redfield
He had accomplished great things, Piers had respect for him as he looked at him again.With a sigh, he noted the smell of alcohol came from his former captain, for months, he came daily to the pub and got drunk, until he could remember n
No Love Here : Chapter OneI sighed. Another day in this fuckhole of a school. I was sitting in her homeroom, waiting for class to start(I hate math.) The sooner it was over, the better. I sat up from my leaning-on-the-desk position as someone I didn't recognize walked through the door.No Love Here : Chapter One5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Class," Mr. Milana, the teacher, announced, "This is our newest student. Chris Redfield."
I directed my gaze on him. He was muscular and tall. He had dark blonde almost brown hair. His eyes were a sparkling blue. "Hey."
He looked directly at me when he said it. I blew him off. Just another jock to hit on me. Fuck that. Yeah, I had a DD size chest and a pretty face. But I didn't have a heart. So he had no chance.
"I believe the seat besides Jill is open," Mr. Milana said as he pointed in my direction.
Dang. Another sigh from me as he walked over and sat besides me. "Hey, I'm Chris." He put out a hand for me to shake.
I blew him off(again) and huffed "I'm Jill." He smiled and with drew his hand.
"Not to be too foreward, but any ch
IronyDeep within the halls of one of Tri-Cell's many horror centers was a hero, trapped in a seemingly eternal state of sleep. This hero was revered by many and hated by some. This hero was beautiful and passionate. This hero's name is Jill Valentine.Irony6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The proud and noble hero was stripped of her freedom and trapped forever in the clutches of the black heart known and feared as Albert Wesker. Jill had valiantly attempted to save the life of her best friend, Chris Redfield, by tackling Albert Wesker out the window of the Spencer Estate. She may've saved the life of Chris Redfield but she had lost her own in the process.
Wesker had survived the fall and had salvaged the near dead body of Jill Valentine and had taken her to his Tri-Cell headquarters. There she was reduced from a noble hero into a 'plaything' of Tri-Cell. They exploited her body and used it as part of inhumane and unholy experiments while at the same time they slowly molded her into a monster to use against humanity.
Raccoon City High - Chapter 27She's missing.Raccoon City High - Chapter 276 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I guess she didn't come home from school. Joseph fingered the buttons on the phone lightly, feeling them click ever so slightly under his fingers. He felt this sinking feeling in his gut. He'd been on the phone all night. It was practically midnight, and he couldn't find her anywhere. She wasn't at Steve's house, Rebecca hadn't seen her; in an act of desperation, he'd even called Ashley Graham to see if she'd seen the nursing student.
Claire, although not as close to Rebecca as the boys were, was just as worried. Chris was always warning her about getting kidnapped or killed. She happened to be more in-tune with the fact that girls did go missing every day. She just never thought it'd happen to someone she knew.
Her first thought was a pedophile; Rebecca was small framed and could easily be passed as a young teenager. Someone could've snatched her up on her walk home. Someone could've broken into her house and taken her hos
Gone AgainShe's gone again. He knows as soon as he steps into the small apartment they share; he knows she's gone. It's not because he didn't see her car. (He hadn't.)Gone Again3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's used to her disappearing by now. It's been a year since Africa and half that since the hospital.
She disappears often. Monthly, if not weekly. She'd leave for a few days, never more than three at most. Not yet.
Fear overwhelms him each day she is absent, a silent voice screaming that she'll never be back. That he can never hold her again, never be near her. But she always comes back.
At least... So far she has.
He sits on the couch and holds his head in his hands. He hates the quiet now. He feels desperate to keep her close, but she's been so distant. He tries to give her space, but let her know he's there. He's always been there, no matter what. He'd give his life for her, but she's already given hers for him. That's something he can't stand. For him, she became something horrible. By diving off that cliff, she gave everythi
As She PlaysChris smirked as he stared out over his apartment balcony at the large screen on the building across the street. Displayed on the screen was a news reporter, who was slowly unveiling the proceedings of a botched mission by STARS in the now nonexistent Spencer Mansion. It was a full week after that horrific night. The coverage wasn't much by any means, but at least the public would know something. Still, it would all be more than likely written off as a joke. He grimaced. That was why he to leave this town. Umbrella was bound to hiding more secrets, and he was going to find them. He just needed to figure out where to look.As She Plays7 years ago in Romance More Like This
A small, wordless sound broke him out of his reverie as the reporter droned on and on. It was a tinkling, sometimes high, sometimes low, but kept in a firm rhythm. A smile graced his face as he turned, headed over to the doorframe leading out to the surface he was standing on, and leaned his head against it. He watched her delicately work her magic on the piano's keys
My Hero (Germany X Reader) part 4My Hero (Germany X Reader) part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
----------------[Three Weeks later]----------------------
"B-but daddy I'm going to fall…" You cried out, clinging to the small ropes.
"You're not going to fall, so now keep going. I want you to go into the military like
your brother, me, and your fathers before me has, and slacking off wont get you there!" your father yelled.
"B-but I'm only 6…"
"Your brother started training at age five so stop complaining and keep climbing."
"Daddy I'm slipping!"
"No your not, just don't look down."
Looking up all you saw was the clouds, and the rope that you were hanging on that lead to the unforgiving sky.
In the distance you could hear planes coming your way and the clouds became increasingly darker and thicker.
"Dad…?" you started to panic now, tears brimming your eyes.
Despite the burning pain from the ropes you continued, but soon stopped when the planes became visible. They looked like WWII German Army Planes, coming straight for you!
"DADDY!" you screamed
I will find you (Deadpool x Reader)I will find youI will find you (Deadpool x Reader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Deadpool X Reader)
(Y/n) sighed and ran a hand through her hair while she threw the files on the desk. "This man gets away with way to much.." She muttered.
"Miss? There has been more activity on this man named 'Deadpoll'?" Her worker said, walking into the room holding a paper.
"His name is Deadpool." She grumbled while she took the paper from him and walked past him. "I'm going to go home. Call me if you get any new news." (Y/n) told them while she walked out of the building into the streets of New York City. She walked with her heels clacking on the ground while she went.
"Lady! Give me your purse!" A deep voice growled from behind her. (Y/n) turned around to see her mugger. It was a large man who was holding a gun in one hand and an expectant hand in the other. "Come on Lady!" He yelled, pointing the gun closer at her.
(Y/n), being too shocked to even react, didn't give him what he wanted and ended up in the worst position ever. He grabbed her and put the gun to he
Sport works its miraclesSport works its miracles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N Hello everyone! We want to represent our new fic and this one is the first fic about Chris and Jill
And it's a Birthday gift for NurulSlaluwBluee Have a wonderful Birthday, dear! We wish you all the best and we hope you will like this little gift we have prepared for you
So, now read, enjoy and don't forget to review!~
And one more thing...If you aren't Chris/Jill supporter or you don't like our ideas for the fanfics- DON'T BOTHER TO READ and We DONT NEED TO KNOW IT
Sport works its miracles
In the morning Chris was sitting at the kitchen all sleepy and moody. There was a cup of strong coffee on a table, but even that bracing liquid didn't help him much to come to his senses. It was like that until he met his beautiful wife in the kitchen. She returned home from an early jog in the park. She was so pretty and full of energy, that the man could not take his watchful eyes from her, which opened to the world the moment she danced into the
Resident Evil 4 Chat Part 1 Resident Evil 4 Chat Part 1Resident Evil 4 Chat Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Leon sighs as he finally enters his apartment and drops his jacket on the chair. It seemed like he was going everywhere in one week! Press conferences, random girls jumping out of no where and flirting with him, you name it it probably happened within this week. He was glad to finally have a chance to be at home for more then five minutes. Today he had just talked with the President who had congratulated him on his success in getting Ashley back safe, and thanked him for returning
Germany x Reader: Personal Trainer Part 1You sat outside a café, resting your head against your hand, and sighed loudly. Your best friend, and co-worker, Julia Beilschmidt (a/n: Fem!Prussia) looked at you and smirked.Germany x Reader: Personal Trainer Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Vat are you doing? Probably zinking of Ludvig, or daydreaming about kissing in ze rain, again.”
“Hey! Why would you bring that up?”
“Because I know being kissed in ze rain is somezing you've alvays vanted.”
You blushed and glanced away. Julia was very much aware of your love for her blond-haired, blue-eyed younger brother. You sighed again and began ranting. “Who am I kidding? Ludwig wouldn't look twice at someone as scrawny and weak as me. He's more likely to go for a really athletic girl who he can spend time training with.”
Julia inspected her nails. “Vell, he does get a lot of attention from ze ladies, I von't lie.”
“For him to notice me I'd need to have a personal trainer or someth
BertholdtxReaderxLevi part12 - Drunk and shockedBertholdtxReaderxLevi part12 - Drunk and shocked1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
From last chapter:
I felt as if the time had slowed down. Levi's face was only few inches away from mine. As I was trying to escape, his groin unintentionally rubbed against me. My eyes widened at the unexpected, weird pleasure.
Levi stared at me, then get off me.
'I...I...ehm....' I muttered, shaking my head to regain my composure. When I looked at him, Levi was already on his feet.
'Yes, it means the washrooms will be sparkling from now on.'
Warning: some language, sexual references, drinking alcohol
When I returned to our room, I was exhausted. I spent at least four more hours on the training ground after Levi left.
My back still ached.
I loudly and painfully groaned, looking at my superior angrily and tapping my 'injury' to emphasise how hurt I was.
He sneered behind his desk, but didn't look up for a second.
'You could have said sorry, you know! I complained. 'And would you please pay attention!'
Nevertheless, he continued his work, raising his eyebrows.