#chrisredfieldxreader

my first ever fic, I'm new to this, hopefully it's liked.

request - re5 Chris searching for reader who's gone missing, only to find she's been brainwashed by Wesker and has to try n get her back with Sheva

(basically she replaces brainwashed Jill valentine)

Chris Redfield believed he had lost the only person to have ever mattered to him, nothing could prepare him for this moment, the agony of seeing you like this. 

Tricell’s underground facility was eerily quiet, the air thick with humidity and the scent of chemicals. He and Sheva had fought through waves of Majini to get there, following every lead, every shred of hope. And now, standing in the dull glow of this run-down abandoned facility, Chris faced the nightmare standing in front of him.

You were alive.

But you weren’t you.

Clad in a sleek, black combat suit, your posture was rigid, controlled, your golden eyes devoid of the woman he once knew, it was the same look Wesker had. The same look that told him you weren’t in control anymore.

Chris’s hands clenched into fists at his sides “Y/N………it’s me, Chris”

You tilted your head, studying him like he was a stranger. He couldn’t tell if he imagined it but he swears there was a flicker of something in your eyes.

He took a cautious step forward, hope clawing at his chest. “you’re still in there, I know you are.”

Sheva shifted beside him, gun raised. “Chris… I don’t think she-“

A blur of movement.

Before Chris could react, you lunged, your speed unnatural, enhanced. Your fist connected with his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He barely had time to recover before you swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.

Chris coughed, scrambled to his feet. “Damn it, Y/N, STOP!”

But you didn’t

You were on him again, striking with precision and strength that wasn’t yours. Weskers influence was all over you, controlling your every move.

Sheva fired a warning shot into the floor. “stand down”

You didn’t even flinch.

Chris caught your wrist mid strike, holding on tight. “I’m not fighting you”

Your expression flickered, just for a moment. A hesitation. A crack in the control.

Chris’s grip tightened. “This isn’t you. Wesker did this to you, you’re stronger than this!”

For a brief second, your golden eyes dimmed.

Chris saw a flicker of recognition, the struggle in your expression. His heart pounded. “That’s it, fight it!, I know you can hear me”.

But then, the device on your chest glowed a luminous red, the device that had you under control. 

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the room. 

Chris’s stomach dropped as Wesker stepped into view, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “How touching” he mused. “But I’m afraid you underestimate my influence.”

Chris barely had time to react before your body tensed, your breath hitching as a sharp pain tore through you. Your fingers trembled in his grasp, and then-

The golden glow in your eyes returned, stronger than before.

Chris’s heart clenched.

“No-“

You wrenched yourself free, stepping back beside Wesker like his loyal servant. This time when you looked at Chris there was no hesitation. No recognition. 

Only obedience.

Wesker smirked, placing a hand on your shoulder like you were his prized creation. “let’s see if you’re still so sentimental when she’s the one trying to kill you, Chris.”

Chris gritted his teeth, his grip tightening around his weapon.

He wasn’t giving up on you.

No matter what it took.