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septation. by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed)
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
04 Sep 2025
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Wesker expects Chris to scream. To howl, and weep, and plead for his friends. To beg for his life and the future of humanity as he knows it. Or perhaps he expects Chris to laugh. Mind fucked and flayed, peeling out in maniacal disbelief.
“I’m sorry,” Chris says instead.
wesker cannot love without violence and pain. unfortunately, he mates for life.
🥀 re1 - re5 reimagined
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Balloon Animals in Latex Cages. by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed)
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
09 Aug 2025
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The STARS helicopter goes down over the Arklay Mountains. Chris is one of the only two survivors.
When he wakes, he finds himself locked in a facility. He's not alone; there's a man named Leon in the cell across from him, and a certain STARS captain on the other side of the bars. Suddenly, Chris finds himself at the heart of an Umbrella-funded experiment that's fraught with desperation and depravity.
But there is an affection to Wesker's madness, and it quickly becomes clear that no one is going to escape it unchanged. Not even Wesker himself. 🧼
☆ full of dark kinks & complicated dynamics
☆ has a weird amount of plot
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pomegranate seeds. by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed)
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
09 Jul 2025
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if the raccoon city police department is a depraved terrace of purgatory, then wesker's home is an edenic paradise. full of flowers and fresh coffee and silken sheets. a safe place to hide from the corruption of the world's surface. a strange dungeon where he can sink into parts of himself he's never exposed.
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chris quits STARS in a fit of disgust for the way irons has his shackles wrapped around the police force.
he quickly finds that he himself is no better, collared by a captain of his own.
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cream and sand of the chambered nautilus. by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed) for wrmhles
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
08 Jun 2025
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Chris, approaching his 50's, is still working for STARS... and still attending the annual RPD work retreat. This time, however, there's a new recruit on the team. And from the very first moment that he lays eyes on Leon, Chris is in completely over his head.
Leon is easy to crush on. But Chris' crush gnaws violently at him, injecting him with equal amounts of jealousy and self-hatred for every sliver of hope that it provides.
🏝️ re8 type chris x re2 leon
🏝️ don't ask me how this is possible
🏝️ unapologetic soft & raunchy t4t lust paired with a good heaping of bad feelings :3 -
let not light see my black and deep desires. by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed)
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
11 Apr 2025
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things do not go to plan.
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Freud's Interpretation of Dreams by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed)
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
07 Jun 2021
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After the village burns, no one comes.
Extraction fails. Communications die. The snow keeps falling.Chris Redfield is left behind in the aftermath; alone with what’s left of the mission, and what’s left of himself.
He waits. He endures.
And eventually he gives in.What follows isn’t survival.
It’s something slower. Heavier.
Something with teeth.Or, a story about isolation, hunger, and the quiet unraveling of a man left behind.
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Sins of the Flesh by Bloodfield (Sacriledfield), Sacriledfield for infernoconcealed
Fandoms: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
19 Mar 2024
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“Wesker?” He whispered, voice hoarse and rough as though his throat was dry with dust.
That heat, the weight of his body, Wesker let his arms slip around the reanimation. Chris leaned in, face pressed into the crux of Wesker’s neck and shoulder, shaking and still taking deep shuddering breaths.
His right hand slid up Chris’ spine, and felt the careful sewn slit that would leave a beautiful white scar upon the back of Christopher’s skull, and a deviant smile of sincere pleasure overcame him before he might help himself.
“Welcome home, Christopher.”
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Albert Wesker resurrects his old nemesis for the final, true vengeance that had driven him mad since Redfield's untimely death in 2009. But the Chris who returns to him is not the same one he killed five years ago - and instead a frightening new culmination of emotions and shadows are brought to the surface of the murky disposition of his soul.
He had mastered death - but at what cost.
Bookmarked by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed)
26 Feb 2024
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a soft inhale of brine and air, with a curious heart note too anatomically disassembled
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When new recruits from the local air base interrupt Albert Wesker's evening, he makes the acquaintance of foolish and feisty young Chris Redfield. Interest stirred, Wesker decides to take matters of fun into his own hands.
Bookmarked by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed)
02 Jan 2024
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last summer I went to a yard sale, and the person running it said "hey. sorry if I'm reading your appearance wrong, but we have a bunch of vintage gay porn books in the back of our car we're selling that you might be interested in," and it felt like this story could have been in one of them.
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It's no secret that Leon, the newest member of S.T.A.R.S, looks up to Albert Wesker. He's a fearless, competent captain and Leon just wants to be *good.* As they get to know each other and Leon comes to meet Wesker's "partner," Birkin, the three of them grow close. But, there's something deeper brewing in Raccoon and little does Leon know he's right in the middle of it all.
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S.T.A.R.S Wesker/Leon/Birkin and the events of RE0-2 retold.
Bookmarked by crystalized biceps (infernoconcealed)
18 Nov 2023
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this fuckin ROCKS dude, do not sleep on this fic
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It was always the three of us, from the very first moment. Each focused on the particular memory, each froze in a certain period of our life, like an ancient insect in amber, a specific emotion, among the others, choosing the course of our thinking, our attitude.
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07 May 2023
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speechless, speechless, speechless.