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[ghostsbeetle]

Sorry I haven't worked on my writing in a bit. I've been focused on other things, I'll try to get something posted by next week.

Also name change from weskermymeowmeow to ghostsbeetle since that's my user on other platforms.

[ghostsbeetle]

Can you write something about Wesker having a soft spot for Chris pls

Pretty pls, that'd be pretty slay of you king

*bats eyes at you*

You're lucky I love you, son >:( /lh

CW: Cursing, weapons, a somewhat graphic description of bones crunching (cus uroboros), and injuries

I accidentally made it angsty whoops

Enjoy!

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How he loathed Chris, how he absolutely despised everything the former rookie had done to stand in his way. It made Wesker sick to his stomach.

Yet, he couldn't deny the fact that he had once truly cared about him, about their team. Even if it was a ploy orchestrated by the agency he worked for once upon a time. The emotional connections he had with his team hadn't completely fizzled out. Heretofore the duo had been almost unstoppable.

He will never forget the numerous times Chris had saved his life and vice versa. It was this connection that had brought him to a still. He stood before his erstwhile colleague.

The taller man towered over the once STARS rookie now turned esteemed BSAA agent. "It seems I may have underestimated you, Chris," his voice came out as a low growl, watching as he scrambled to grab his gun. Wesker was much too quick, however. His leathery boot struck the weapon and caused it to go sliding across the floor. "It's a pleasant surprise to see you're still in the fight. I taught you well."

"Cut the shit, Wesker!" Chris rasped. He was still clearly recovering from his afflictions, "tell me where Jill is!"

The blond man's expression turned into one of disdain, a scowl crossing his features. His hand made a sickening crunch noise as those familiar black tendrils popped out of his skin and along his arm. "You know, you trusted me once." He quickly grabbed Chris by the neck, picking him up. His cat-like eyes narrowed as the man writhed in his grip.

A sharp gasp escaped his throat whilst he was hoisted into the air, "you betrayed our team! You were working for Umbrella the entire time!" The sound of his voice echoed off the thick, stony walls surrounding them both.

"Do you think that means I never cared about you?" Wesker's eyes only narrowed further, "you'll never understand, Chris. I was merely following orders. Just as you are now." After a few more seconds, he dropped Chris, allowing him to catch his breath. He watched intently as the younger male gasped for air. "I may have had my ulterior motives for the events that transpired, but I appreciated having such hard workers under my thumb."

Chris seems almost shocked by this revelation, his expression betraying him. Wesker had once been his captain, yes, but not on any account since the mansion incident had he believed his former leader cared. He had thought of him as nothing but a double agent, a back-stabbing snake.

"Like I said, you will never understand." The man stepped over to where the gun had slid earlier, kicking it back to Chris without hesitation. He knew that Chris wouldn't try anything stupid. No, not at all. "You should quit while you're ahead, Redfield. I know your tenacious nature may make it difficult, but I'm warning you now," he paused and clenched his jaw, "if you continue to stand in my way, I will make your life a living hell."

With that, Chris was left sitting there, mouth agape but no words coming out. This hadn't been the first time Wesker let him off almost scott-free... if you don't count the injuries he left him with. He managed to get up to his feet, examining the gun in his hands.

"I'll find you, Jill. I promise."

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(Bonus sort of fluff but also angst because I'm insane)

When Wesker found his former colleague slouched on the ground, he hadn't expected to feel a sense of responsibility for him. In all technicality, yes, this was his fault. The things that had caused Chris to fall unconscious were his doing, his monstrosities.

He easily lifted the man up by his arms and slung him over his shoulder. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Maybe deep down it was because he wanted to be the one to kill Chris. He wanted to see the look on his face as he took his last breath. But, nonetheless, he would somehow help the BSAA agent recover from his wounds. He easily carried Chris away on his shoulder.

Once they were in a safer place, Wesker set Chris down and began to examine his wounds, starting with his head. He checked for any bruises or other external damage. When he found nothing too serious, he turned his attention to his arms. Still, nothing too severe. Nothing a green herb wouldn't fix, anyway.

His red, cat-like eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. He lifted Chris's shirt up and was met with the sight of a hefty gash spanning across his torso. Despite all the terrible, gruesome things he had seen in his life, he couldn't help but wince. His teeth gritted together almost instinctively.

"This is much too severe for just a first aid spray, or herbs," he said, though he knew no one could hear him. He pulled out a spray and brought it up to the wound. His finger pressed down on the top, causing it to spatter over Chris's skin. The wound was now disinfected, and it stopped the bleeding, but without being given proper medical attention it could leave a profoundly nasty scar.

With no hesitation, he got up and scanned the area for a needle and thread of some sort he could use. Once he did, he stitched up the injury with trained ease, as if he had done this hundreds of times before. He didn't worry about wrapping it in bandages, he knew the stitches would hold. Even if they didn't, the wound was disinfected and there was a very low chance it would become an issue later on.

He sat down and let out an exasperated sigh. "How many times have I saved you, Redfield?" His voice was a low murmur that only he could hear. He pulled his sunglasses off of his face, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. "You're lucky."

There was a long silence between them. Chris had still been unconscious this entire time, and Wesker was mulling over their years of work together. A slight twinge of guilt tugged at his heart when he started thinking about things too much. He had so many mixed emotions about Chris, and yet it was his fault he was here and injured in the first place. On one hand, he hated Chris for being unable to understand his motives, but on the other…

He snapped out of it. He got up to his feet and left Chris sitting there, propped up against the wall. It was nearly time for him to make his debut with the Uroboros virus. Excella would be waiting, and Sheva would catch on soon as to Chris's whereabouts.

Wesker put his sunglasses back on and, in a quick stride, made his way to the temple. He cast a final glance over his shoulder to Chris and noticed the man was starting to stir. Not wanting to be seen, he went his own separate way.

[ghostsbeetle]

Introduction post

Hey guys, I’m Nick, or you can call me Beetle.

I’m 19 years old, male, and gay.

I’m a mediocre writer (at best) and am trying to write more, as I have recently found my skills to be a bit lacking in terms of things like interactions.

So send me requests (when the ask box is open).

Here are some fandoms I’ll write for:

Resident Evil (mainly)

Red Dead Redemption

Slashers

Dead By Daylight

Fallout

Inside Job

Silent Hill

I have more but that’s all I feel like adding rn lol

Characters I particularly like writing about are:

RE: Albert Wesker, Leon Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Rebecca Chambers, Jill Valentine, Nemesis/Tyrant/Mr. X, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Jack Krauser

RDR: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Lenny Summers, Sean Macguire, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Josiah Trelawny, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Kieran Duffy, Hosea Matthews

Slashers: Michael Myers, Ghostface, Harry Warden, Jason Voorhes, Leatherface, Patrick Bateman

Fallout: John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Craig Boone, Robert Joseph MacCready, Sturges, Arcade Gannon, Paladin Danse, Deacon, Butch Deloria, Courier Six

Inside Job: Brett Hand, Andre Lee, Reagan Ridley, Gigi, Ron Staetdler

Silent Hill: James Sunderland, Pyramid Head

Of course, I’ll write just about any character from those franchises within my limits.

I do request that submissions for one shots/fanfics are particularly detailed; for example,  if you say Leon Kennedy, do tell if you mean re2, re4, re6, Infinite Darkness, or Vendetta, the setting, a specific type (plagas!, umbrella!, soft!), gender neutral, fem, male, and the premise. Head-canon asks don’t need to be AS detailed as I’ll use a general summary of that character’s personality to write for it, but I would appreciate a small description.

I will write anything from fluff, to angst, to smut. I'll also do my best to write characters that I'm not familiar with. I WILL NOT write fetish content, proships, non-consensual stuff, real people, abuse, or beastiality. Basically don’t be a weirdo.

That’s about all. I’m in the process of writing two one shots right now so if you can, do leave a request! It would give me much motivation. Love you all <3