#wesker: please I’m begging you!

[autistic-dumbass]

This single note has infested my brain

Just the thought that for the two years S.T.A.R.S was active these three made wesker’s life a living hell

I’m choosing to believe Forest was originally on alpha team but after a week wesker couldn’t handle it anymore

@bumblingbee1

[destroy-me-baby]

ALBERT WESKER PLEASE🙏🙏🙏 I AM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES DO DEGRADING AND “MASTER” ALBERT WESKER 😋 thanks boo

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE 🙏🙏🙏

Albert Wesker x GN reader - Master + Degradation

Requests are open, see pinned post.

Content warnings: use of “master” as a title, degradation, light bondage, Wesker is a hard dom and not very nice, use of “slut”, spanking, orgasm denial, crying, punishment, slight dehumanization, use of “sir”, hair pulling.

I am not 100% familiar with Wesker yet, so please excuse any accidental ooc or mistakes. Hope you enjoy the extra shit I threw in there ;)

This is nsfw, if you are underage or uncomfortable with the previously mentioned content, please continue scrolling.

His touch is unforgiving, hands pressed firmly into your lower back as he holds you down. You can hear the slight intake of breath with each pounding thrust, but other than that he’s perfectly collected, as always, while you are nothing less than falling apart.

“Remind me again, you fucking brat- what gave you the notion that disobeying a direct order would be a good idea? Speak.”

Your hands are tightly bound at the wrists behind you, hips digging painfully into the edge of Wesker’s desk. You wince, and moan, and nearly scream as he grazes against your sweet spot from within. Evidently displeased with your lack of coherent response, he takes a fistful of hair and pulls you nearly to eye level, despite your desperate whines in protest.

“I asked you a fucking question, dog. I expect a response for your superior.”

“I- oh fuck- I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t-“ you find it’s awfully difficult to carry a conversation with someone’s teeth on your neck- “didn’t mean to disobey you, sir, it was a bad call!”

He leans back with a scoff, still keeping pace as he admires his own handiwork. Namely, a nasty looking bruise forming right at the side of your throat, one that will no doubt raise some questions from the others.

“A bad- call? That’s what you call running directly into the enemy’s line of sight when I told you to hold back? Are you that fucking stupid?”

Before you could even dream of responding, Wesker releases your hair from his grasp, if only to fully pin you beneath him as he goes all in. You can tell he’s close, as much as he’d love to hide any modicum of vulnerability. Hips faltering, shaky breaths, he leans down towards your ear.

“I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good, and you better not even think about cumming, do you fucking hear me? You’re nothing but a toy for my pleasure and my pleasure alone, and you’re gonna start acting like it. Isn’t that right, slut?”

Your heart drops, walls clenching around him as you try to hold back. You can feel it creeping up on you, the sheer weight of your impending orgasm, as the pain and frustration make you begin to cry. Tears fall freely down your flushed cheeks, sobs escaping your reddened lips from how desperately you’ve been biting them.

“Y-yes, yes, I’ll be good, sir, I promise-“ You manage, and it’s simply not enough.

“Let’s try that again, but correctly. I said you’re a toy for my pleasure, isn’t that right?“

“Yes, master! I’m sorry, master!”

Between the pleading desperation in your voice and your screwed-shut eyes, and the tight warmth of you around his cock, Wesker cums with a nearly animalistic groan. He keeps going until every drop has been spilled inside you, before finally stepping back to see his handiwork.

You’re crying with earnest now, trying to grind your neglected junk against the wood without him noticing. Oh, but he does, and puts that to a stop with a harsh slap across your ass.

“Just for that, you aren’t cumming for a week.” He says, unlocking your cuffs and tossing them aside. “Now get dressed and bring me a coffee, and I better not hear any complaining.”

[lukabitch]

Wesker x male reader x Leon Kennedy

This is my self indulgent fic for my birthday. These are my comfort characters rn.

Cw: Nsfw, praise kink, choking, thigh high socks, Leon being a sweet boy, Wesker being rough, sub bottom reader.

You were relaxing in your cabin having a nice lovely day. It was your birthday and since you’ve been doing so well in trials the Entity gave you a little break. Some people were nice enough to give you gifts even some killers too!

Leon walked in looking a bit disheveled. He just got back from a trial and he was holding a present. “Hey I’ve got you something.” He looked even more happy then you did. It made you more curious as to what it was.

You open the small box carefully only to be left a little shocked. It was a pair of black thigh high socks. He watched your face darken a bit. “Do you like it?” You were struggling to find the words with one question on your mind.

“Should I try them on?” Leon shrugs his shoulders with a small smile. Good thing you were wearing shorts right? You slipped the first one on slowly giving him a bit of a show doing the same with the other. “Well what do you think? I feel pretty cute.”

He lets out a laugh. “You are really cute in those.” His hand caressed your face in a very loving way. “Why thank you officer.” You couldn’t help but be cheeky. Leon pressed his soft lips against yours. He tasted like cherry chapstick.

His tongue slipped into your mouth causing you to let out a squeak. Heat and pleasure rushed through your body. Your mind was so foggy you didn’t even notice that you’re grinding against him. You both pulled away panting like dogs. “Wow I wasn’t expecting that.” His forehead was pressed against yours.

A sudden knock at the door fallowed by it being open sent the two into a panic. “(Y/n) I have a present-“ Wesker stopped in his tracks looking at the both of you. “Well it looks like I’m right on time.” The door was slammed shut as he shrugged off his heavy leather trench coat. Heat was coursing through your body the situation becoming more apparent.

Two really hot guys are horny for you. It’s hard to tell if you’re lucky or not. Leon was quick to maneuver behind you, pulling you against his chest. Your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. The look of Wesker’s gaze as he walked up to you.

He sat between your legs with a choker in hand. The cold leather of the choker felt weird against your neck. “If I’d known that I had two naughty boys I would have brought an extra.” He looked at the both of you with a smirk. You could feel Leon’s boner pressing against the small of your back.

You let your mind fog out and take complete advantage of the situation. “But I’ve been a good boy.” The whine left you with a big grin on your face. The two men laugh one more gentle then the other.

“It is his birthday Wesker I think he deserve a reward.” Leon practically purred out right next to your ear. Wesker’s signature smirk was on his face as he reached down and palmed you through your shorts. A whimper left your throat you couldn’t look him in the eyes like this. Leon though wouldn’t let you look away.

“What if I make you cum doing just this? I wonder how long that would take.” You squirmed and whined at the thought. This was going to be slow torture for you. “Please just take it out and touch it please!” Just a few seconds in and you were begging for him to stop teasing.

Leon certainly wasn’t making things easier. He was kissing your neck and grinding against you. You were gasping for air your chest feeling so heavy. The feeling of something slimy crawling up your chest made you shiver. It was the Uroboros you knew the feeling all too well.

One of them slithered up and started rubbing your nipple. “Look at that pre cum is already leaking out.” A simple glance at your shorts show a wet patch. Weaker found it adorable how easy it was to get you like this.

A wet tongue slid across your neck making you moan out. “I’m close please more please!” You started thrusting up into his palm. They could tell how desperate you were for a release.

I few more rough touches sent you over the edge. Every squirm and moan you made only served to make the other two men more desperate. Wesker couldn’t wait any longer and ripped your shorts open.

The cold air wasted no time making itself known to you. Even then it didn’t cool the heat that was radiating off your body. The Uroboros retracted with his gloved fingers now a few inches from your face. You took the hint and started sucking on his fingers.

“Aw such a good boy for us. Isn’t he Wesker?” Leon’s voice sounds so sweet in your ear. The gloved fingers were removed from your mouth but you tried putting them back. “He’s so eager too!” A light hearted laugh came from the man behind you.

Needless to say this was going to be a really fun night.

[weskin-time]

May I request cuddles 👉👈🥺

you didn’t specify which character so i’m assuming you mean for Wesker but i’m also going to add Jill, Chris, and Sheva >:3 bc i am gay and love them

Albert Wesker

-he’s a fuckin stubborn shit head.

-asshole

-he’s so baby girl

-he’s a busy man so i feel like the most cuddles you’re going to get is by sitting in his lap at his desk while he does paper work

-sit on his lap chest to chest with your thighs straddling him your legs tucked underneath you

-be prepared for your legs to go numb and your hips to cramp cuz he probably won’t let you leave

-his hand he’s not using to write he’s got wrapped around the small of your back. just holding you close to him as he writes

-when he does have free time tho he loves to either lay on you or have you lay on him.

-if feel like he’s not a massive fan of spooning? idk

-google says he weighs about 198lbs so him laying on you is like. peak compression.

-please run your fingers through his hair please please please scratch his scalp he will start to purr

-if you lay on him he’ll also purr too

-don’t be scared to crush him the man can take an RPG explosion to the face he won’t be crushed by your weight i promise

-loves to just hold you close. feeling your body against his makes his heart stir.

Jill Valentine

-please hold her.

-hold her gently yet firm

-she loves to melt in your arms. just as soon as she gets home from work she wants a hug and a kiss

-she’s a tough woman but she’s been through a lot and she’s tired please play with her hair and massage her scalp

-rub her shoulders and her calves please

-the two of you trade off cooking most nights but on the nights you cook she’s got her arms around your waist and her chin on her shoulder if you’re short enough for that

-she seems to fully relax in your arms

-little spoon most nights but sometimes she wants to be a big spoon

-her favorite cuddling position is laying on your chest while you’re laying on your back. her arm wrapped around your waist with your arms around her

-please cuddle with her in a bath. draw her a hot bath with epson salt and a bath bomb.

-pamper her with soft kisses all over her face when she’s in your arms, she’ll melt and softly laugh

Chris Redfield

-i will not apologize for using this gif look at that spin flip damn

-HE GIVES THE BEST BIG BEAR HUGS EVER you can’t tell me otherwise

-big arms? big chest? big boobs? he’s perfect for cuddling.

-Teddy Bear

-he’s warm. if his big arms are wrapped around you y’all barely need a blanket cuz hes so warm

-his favorite way to cuddle is by the two of you facing each other and arms wrapped around one another

-loves to have your head in his chest

-he will also lay on you if you beg him too he’s actually scared of crushing you

-google says he weighs about 216lbs so he is kinda worried regardless of your size

-i bet he hugs you and picks you up and spins the two of y’all in a circle

-wanna spend time together while he’s working out? y’all might not be able to cuddle but he’s more than willing to bench press you or have you sit on his back while he does push ups

-on colder nights you bet this sap is sitting under a blanket with you in his lap watching a movie and drinking hot cocoa or another hot drink you like (or if you don’t like warm drinks he’ll just play with your hair)

-he has his moments where he just wants to be held by you too. please don’t deny him that, baby him all you want without pitying him and he’ll give you kisses

Sheva Alomar

-oh my gods marry me please i love you so much Sheva

-sorry

-I feel like Sheva would be a very tender woman

-she wants to hold you most of time time you cuddle

-and she’s very big on showing affection and cuddling with you

-her favorite cuddling position is sitting next to you on the couch, your legs draped over hers and your head on her shoulder, her arm around you pulling you close while you’re watching a show or movie

-she’s down for being any spoon, big or little, sometimes she just needs to be held and others she needs to hold you.

-expect her to kiss your forehead and cheek when she’s near you

-rub her back, please

-she loves it when you rub your hand up and down her spine and thighs

-not in a sexual way she just loves your skin on hers and it helps her relax into you

-sit on the counter and wipe her makeup off her face when she gets home and she’ll climb into bed with you

[boredwrites]

Earn it

Albert Wesker X Fem!Reader

Hehe gift for my dear friend @mrs-m-wesker

Warnings: porn with no plot, third pov, afab reader. I have never seen or played Resident Evil, I only know Wesker from Dead by Daylight and I can already tell that he’s a sassy bitch. When I say porn with no plot, I mean it. It jumps right in. Not proofread lol

Masterlist

The air was hot and sticky and the smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Albert already had Y/N undressed and ready hours ago. He remained clothed as he teased her, edged her, drove her crazy for god knows how long. Fat tears rolled down her face as she begged and begged. For what she begged, she didn’t know any more. Her mind was mush, filled with only the thought of being filled by the dominate blonde taking control.

One of Albert’s hands was in Y/N’s hair, gripping it at the roots at the base of her head to force her to keep her eyes on him the entire time. Her mouth hung open as he fucked her with his fingers. He would switch between giving her exactly what she wanted and teasing her to the point of crying and begging. Again and again, he switched. He remained unpredictable, wanting to keep her on the edge of her seat. Keep her wondering what he was going to do next.

“Please…” a pathetic plea left her lips again and again as Albert pulled his fingers away.

He tilted his head and looked at her with a curious yet disappointed look. “Please, what? You know you have to use the words, don’t you? Or are you that fucked out already that you can’t speak?” That bastard. But he knew she liked it. They both did.

Before Y/N could respond, Albert dove his fingers into her puffy, sensitive cunt again and curled his fingers oh-so deliciously. Y/N tried to throw her head back in pleasure, but was stopped by Albert’s hand in her hair, keeping her head still. Instead, she shut her eyes and let out a loud moan.

“Look at me!” Albert demanded as he gave her head a little shake.

Y/N whimpered as she obediently opened her eyes and looked the man in the eye. As best she could, anyway. His sunglasses hid the eyes she could get lost in if she stared for too long.

“That’s better. I want you to look at me as you lose your mind over my fingers. You dirty girl,” Albert teased. A smirk was plastered on his lips as he watched Y/N’s expression.

He curled and scissored and spread his fingers, moved them in a way that made Y/N seeing stars. His middle and ring fingers inside as her clit was being abused by his thumb. Small, tight circles on the sensitive bud left her gasping and whimpering. Albert knew exactly what he was doing and was a prick about it, too.

Albert pulled his hand away when Y/N’s moans got higher in pitch. She did that when she was close. Both of them knew she wouldn’t be afforded the luxury of release so easily, but it was still a disappointment on her side.

“Nononono, please!” Y/N whined. That earned her a stern look.

“What?” Albert snapped at her. He moved his hand from her hair to her jaw, gripping it tightly and bringing her face closer to his. “What was that?”

He knew exactly what it was. But he loved driving Y/N insane.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.

“Did you beg me for more of what I’ve generously given you? How selfish and desperate do you have to be? To ask for more of something you can’t even take much of in the first place.”

Albert scoffed. Finally, he let go of Y/N’s jaw. She frowned when he stepped back a bit. But that disappointment soon turned into excitement all over again.

“Let’s see if you can earn what you’re so desperate for,” Albert said as his hands worked on undoing his belt.

[mothxmoons]

can you please write the soulmate au you posted about

please? 🙏 I’m begging you I just need some good brain rot rn 😊

have a good day

:3 ye I can

For context:

Every day was the same for Wesker. Wake up, go to work, go to umbrella, work some more, go home, sleep for 3 hours. Rinse and repeat. He loathed everyone around him, anyone he was around would always start talking about soulmates one way or another. Even his friend William found his soulmate and wouldn’t stop talking about that for weeks. He still sometimes brings it up. But Wesker? He doesn’t have what everyone else has. No mark, he had always seen color, no eye color, no name, no string, no dreams, nothing. Not even a birthmark. Not even scars.

His team in the RPD would all talk about their soulmates, Barry having married his, Rebecca having little pictures scattered across her arm, Jill with a little C on her wrist, not knowing if it’s Chris or not as Chris has a tattoo instead. And Wesker sat in his office, watching them talk about their soulmates and who they might be.

It was really late at night, or rather very early in the morning when Wesker felt a searing white hot pain in his pinky but he needed to get this report done. However it was only when he reached over to grab the vial he was doing a report on did he notice a single red string around his pinkie. It was such a vibrant red, William had a string as well and always described it as a tidy string that wraps around your finger like a present. He wasn’t wrong either. But why did he suddenly have one? When did this happen?

He would get his answer when he wanted to chase down that string but he didn’t need to. You stumbled into his life, literally. The new rookie, a government chosen rookie. To look after until they thought you were properly trained. You had a string connected to his. But where did you come from? Why is he suddenly connected to you? But all he could really think about was how he finally had a soulmate. Years and years of loathing himself, thinking something was wrong with him, that he was undeserving of a soulmate unlike everyone else, and here you are. His soulmate. His equal. After years of waiting for his soulmate, for you, and after all these years, here for you were. A few feet away from him.

The world seemed to become brighter as he stepped forward to greet you. Finally. Finally. He gets to have his soulmate, his destined love. The person who loves him through everything.

“Hello, I’m going to be your captain on the team.”

“It’s nice to meet you! I hope we get along.”

[hamartia-grander]

Please I’m begging you on my hands and knees please elaborate on Luis and Ada being foils

I am SO happy that someone finally asked me to talk about this I know I asked you to ask me I love you so much thank you because once I had this realisation it made me love both of their characters - and the re4 remake as a whole - so much more than I already did.

Explanation below the cut:

So first lemme define what a foil is when it comes to characters, not because I think you personally don't know Wilfred but in case anyone's reading this and wondering why I'm calling these characters aluminum wrap. I'm not, I promise it's a real narrative device. A literary foil is "a character whose purpose is to accentuate or draw attention to the qualities of another character". Essentially, a foil requires two characters to be identified, and they exist to contrast, reflect, or exist in an opposite way to their co-foil so as to highlight the other character's weaknesses, strengths, and personality. However, they are often also very similar in technical ways, and thus their behaviours and/or quirks that set them apart show the audience how some things just work for one character but not the other. Think of it like an inverted image, how some details look better in negative space but worse in positive space. This is true of narrative foils. In the remake of Resident Evil 4, Luis is written as a literary foil to Ada.

We first meet Ada in re2, and she's introduced as this mysterious woman who claims to be of the FBI but reveals no further details about herself. We as the audience/player behind Leon have to trust her to get to where we need to go, and she proves herself worthy of that trust. Leon doesn't question why she's helping him, because he believes that she really is FBI and that helping people is her job. He doesn't know her goal, but he's willing to help, and receive her help. However, at the end of re2, we find out that she's actually not FBI, that she was using that as a cover and she is actually a mercenary and spy, whose goal was to acquire a sample of the harmful G-virus and bring it to Wesker who was obviously going to use it for nefarious purposes, and she knew that. Leon (the audience) doesn't know this until the very end.

We first meet Luis in re4. Now in the original, he barely had any substance as a character, and his personality was simply an expression of cultural stereotypes and misogyny, masked under "charming flamboyance". In the remake, however, Luis does have substance as a character. We not only get more out of his personality, but we now know his goals, his flaws, and his interests. And just like Ada, he is a mysterious character with a dark past that led to him making bad decisions and aligning himself with bad people. However, the difference between them and the beginning of what sets them up as foils is that Leon (the audience) finds all of this out about Luis almost immediately. Unlike with Ada, where Leon took her word and went the entire game believing what she said, Leon was sceptical of Luis and had Hunnigan look him up - and sure enough, Hunnigan was able to find all sorts of information on Luis, despite Luis actively trying to make that information as well as himself untraceable. So rather than having the audience trust Luis outright like we did with Ada, and then having that trust threatened when we learn who she is later one, we learn who Luis is immediately, setting him up as someone who we should be sceptical of.

With Ada, by giving us a character to trust and see good in for an entire game only to end it with the reveal that she's actually working for the "bad guys", we are led to think that all of her actions up to that point were fake, that she was simply putting on a cover of kindness and care for Leon. And of course that's the wrong idea, as she clearly does care for him, which we see when he stupidly dares her to shoot him. And she refuses. IDK, even if I loved Leon, I would've shot him then just because he was being a cocky shit about it, but Ada is certainly stronger than me. Ada's actions prior to us finding out who she really is now are tainted, and we're led to see her actions as that of a facade. Adversely, with Luis, by giving us a character who's bad past we know outright and repeatedly meet up with throughout the game, we are led to see all of his actions from that point on as acts of redemption.

We first see Ada as a Good character and therefore all of her actions are that of someone just being herself, but with Luis we first see him as a Bad character, and therefore all of his actions are that of someone who must redeem himself. However, they are both very similar characters; but in the way the stories introduced them to us, and in the order they revealed information about these two characters to us, the narrative influences how we see these characters. Imagine if we had gone the entire game not knowing Luis used to work for Umbrella, thinking he was just Some Guy who happened to live in this village. Leon most definitely would have trusted him much quicker. But that 'Umbrella' background being the first real thing we learn about Luis means that his dark past will always be on our minds when we see him next. And it makes sense to us, given the events of re2, that Leon wouldn't trust Luis, even if the audience does. (Same with Ada; the audience could be distrusting of her, but narratively we see why Leon would've trusted her implicitly in re2.)

Both Luis and Ada are mysterious characters whose real moral alignment we are uncertain of for almost the entirety of their games. Both Luis and Ada tell lies to protect themselves or their cover. Both Luis and Ada withhold information they either feel too ashamed to admit or can't admit, again, to protect their cover. Both Luis and Ada - specifically in re4r - have a recurring theme of change. They both speak to Leon about people changing. They both show their own relationships with change. And yet, their endings are vastly different.

Where Ada withholds information and succeeds, Luis withholds information and is found out by Hunnigan. Where Ada can double cross Wesker and escape, Luis attempts to double cross Los Iluminados and gets found out and captured, which is how we meet him. Where Ada gains Leon's trust almost immediately and loses it at the end, Luis doesn't gain Leon's trust until the very end. Even when Leon shows situational trust in him - accepting Luis's help in the safe house, agreeing to partner with him to get the suppressant for the plaga for Ashley - he still doesn't trust Luis's motives, his goal, or even his character. Leon constantly questions Luis throughout their interactions, unwilling to believe this man would help them unless he had some ulterior motive.

That brings back up the theme of change. Luis asks Leon if he thinks people can change, and then Leon asks Ada if she has changed. Luis's death scene could very well be the first time - or at least, the first significant time - Leon has been forced to confront the idea that people change. His confusion regarding Luis's real motives the entire time as a result of learning that Luis used to work for Umbrella seems to be proof enough to Luis that Leon does not see him as someone who has changed, even though Luis desperately wants that to be seen. Adversely, Leon desperately wants to see some proof that Ada has changed, that she's not using him. He's learned from Luis, but he's stumped by his own personal lack of change. Leon doesn't understand how to identify that kind of change in someone; or at the very least, he doesn't know how to voice it. Ada replies "what do you think?", and this could be passed off as her usual way of avoiding the truth, but really she's asking him "Are you even able to know if I've changed? Did you ever pay attention to who I am, or did you lose sight of my character as soon as you learned something bad about me? Have I changed, or has your perception of me changed? Can I change to you if you never really knew me at all? What do you think about how people change?" (And I love this about her.) Luis is Ada's foil because the way Leon perceived Luis's change was so abrupt that now Leon is looking for change in everyone, even himself. And where Luis doubts himself and has to ask Leon - as he's dying - if Leon thinks people can change, Ada is sure of it.

And of course I have to add some serennedy in this. As @thebrokengate kindly mentioned, the dynamics between Leon and Ada, and Leon and Luis, are opposite. Leon trusts Ada and then that trust is broken; Leon doesn't trust Luis, and then that trust is earned, but too late. Luis isn't just a foil for Ada, but his relationship with Leon is also a foil for Ada's. We see where Luis fails in ways that Ada succeeded when it comes to their characters; but when it comes to their relationship with Leon, Luis succeeds where Ada failed. And it makes his death even more devastating as he had the potential to go further with Leon than Ada could, but he was killed, leaving Leon alone regardless. In both instances, Leon lost someone who affected him personally; but where one was lost with trust broken, the other was lost with their life taken.

Again, by giving us Ada's personality first and her background last, we soften up to her as a character before having to question everything we thought we knew about her, as who we find out she is contradicts what her actions have been. However, by giving us Luis's background first and his personality last, we start out sceptical of him, and when his actions contradict what we found out about who he is, we forgive him. I'll also take this opportunity to point out the misogyny in this fandom, as many fans still dislike Ada or believe her to be a bad person, when they love Luis. in many ways, they are the same character. We were just given details about them in a different order that influenced how we perceive their actions.

[nekucreates]

I think it’s funny that a got into Resident Evil for many reasons, one being Chris x Wesker fanart, but then I found out about Leon x Wesker and I strongly prefer it, despite never having played a game with Leon in it (yet). And I’ve played multiple games as Chris now, and somehow I found him really boring the more I played as him? I’m sorry Chris fans, he’s just not interesting to me. And I want to love him, but I really don’t. Not even the boulder punching impressed me (maybe because I kept failing at it at first). I like him in 1, because his obliviousness was endlessly funny to me, and so was Wesker’s canon special treatment towards him if you play as him (guess who gave Chris supplies and wrote him notes, Jill got none of that from Wesker). But in Code Veronica I was so disappointed to play as him (doesn’t help that Claire is way more interesting). In 5, I really don’t have much to say about Chris? But Sheva is amazing though!!! It’s a crime that she isn’t in more games!!!!!

Anyway, I really hope I’m not the only one who doesn’t care much about Chris. Because I know he’s super popular. But I literally want to play so many other characters over him at this point. Doesn’t help that I’m tackling the games Wesker’s in (character hyper-fixation go brrrr), so it makes sense for Chris to be there, and it could contribute to why I’m so bored of him. Maybe if I get to be other characters and not forced to be Chris then I would ease up on him. Please make a Sheva game Capcom. I’m begging. Sheva as the protagonist. Please, she’s literally one of the best characters and she’s only in one game.

[rabbitholeresearch]

The Diagnosis of Chris Redfield

It all began in the spring of 1998. Raccoon City had a case of cannibalistic murders and mysterious animal attacks, both on hikers and residents that lived near Raccoon Forest. The city’s police department guess a satanic cult of some kind, probably on narcotics of some kind, given the extent of the violent attacks. However, as the investigation continued, they guessed the base of operations for this cult was somewhere deep within Arklay Mountains, about northwest of the city. With public pressure, the RPD gave in to and put a specialized task force on the team known as the Special Tactics and Rescue Service, AKA S.T.A.R.S., led by Captain Albert Wesker.

Shortly after STARS is put on the case, they send Team Bravo into the suspected hideout deep within said mountains in the mid-summer. Radio contact is lost. Alpha Team went in, finding out that Bravo was attacked, and fled into the mansion and split up.

And it’s here. It is here that young Chris Redfield’s life takes a turn for the worst. Without getting too into detail, he straight up is thrown from the world of a young cop who just had fun little shooting competitions with his friends, to a gritty, beefcake, boulder punching man who lost his memory at one point due to a concussion caused by a fake Ada Wong, regains those memories, and eventually finds the origins of Oswald Spencer’s research and destroys the origination of the Mold.

But that’s just it. How does he stay this cool, badass character that just shows up and sprays down zombies like it’s nothing? Well...he doesn’t. I think the leader of the Alpha team has severe PTSD.

Please note that this post will be talking about severe trauma from a psychiatric perspective so please, if you see or think anything might affect you, I beg you to turn away. This post will also have spoilers for the recent Resident Evil 8 game for those that haven’t played.

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So let’s start by defining PTSD. According to the American Psychiatric Association, PTSD is and I quote: “A psychiatric disorder that may occur in people who have experienced or witnessed a traumatic event such as a natural disaster, a serious accident, a terrorist act, or war/combat.”

Okay so at the very least, Chris Redfield is probably already a qualified patient. “Terrorist act”? Check. I would absolutely say that the events of Resident Evil 6 count as that. “War/Combat”? We saw that for the most part in RE5. “Natural Disaster?” Aaaaah. Maybe six or seven? That one’s kinda weird to be honest. But serious accident? Yes. Absolutely! Why? Because, referenced in Resident Evil 5, we see Jill Valentine, who is basically his sidekick/best friend from the very first game, and even survives on her own for a bit in Resident Evil 3, falls out of a window after attacking Albert Wesker who betrayed STARS and was infected with some form of the zombie virus. Chris presumed her death, only to find out she survived the fall through, ya know, video game logic, and was experimented on by Wesker.

Which honestly, I was surprised he didn’t come back too. I mean, in Resident Evil 5, his last hoorah is literally in a freaking volcano! What is up with that?! But his son, Jake Muller (who until RE6 didn’t even know who his dad was), appeared and I really expected Wesker to just pop up like “Hey son. I’m back with those smokes. Also, you’re immune to the C-Virus so congrats. My zombie body helped make you with your mom--” Alright that got too weird. ANYWAY.

We’re here because Chris, in all fairness, has trauma. But let’s try and figure this out. The A.P.A. states that PTSD symptoms, though they can vary in specificity, fall into four categories:

Intrusion

Avoidance

Alterations in cognition and mood

Alteration in arousal and reactivity

Now I will say I actually have PTSD of my own. Avoidance and Intrusion are absolutely symptoms I got through, as well as Cognition and Mood alterations when triggered.

Something I noticed is Chris definitely doesn’t avoid anything so we can go ahead and cross that off. Chris Redfield always dives in headfirst cuz well...he’s the American Boy. He’s the definition of charge in and be the American hero because human lives are at stake so the second one is crossed off.

Now the third one, Cognitions and Mood. This basically means important details of events aren’t remembered, everything’s kinda blurred, which results in detached behavior and Survivor’s Guilt. Now while Survivor’s Guilt is often a result of PTSD, it isn’t a form of PTSD. It’s just another symptom. It’s basically kinda like when you eat way, way too many blue gummy bears and then your poop is blue. It’s blue because of the gummy bears. If you didn’t have the Gummy Bear, you don’t have the blue poop. 

Fun fact, that’s an actual thing that happened to my dad one Easter, but I think it might’ve actually been jelly beans. I can’t really remember.

Survivor’s Guilt could very well be something Chris suffers from, dating all the way back to the Mansion Incident in the first Resident Evil. He was one of few people who survived that entire incident and what happened afterward? Did he take a mental health break? Nope! Chris takes on a mission in Europe, as seen in Resident Evil 2 when Claire is going to Raccoon City to try and find her brother. 

Now let’s think about this. Rather than rest and recover from this event, he proceeds to pursue his investigation of the Umbrella Corporation. Chris is treated at the hospital and, despite trying to report their findings to the police chief, Irons, STARS is ultimately shut down. Chris then reports everything he needs to the FBI and even assaults a fellow officer.

The RPD tells Chris he needs a break and he says he’s going to Europe for a “vacation” but this was just an excuse to get to Europe in order to enact his vengeance on Umbrella for all the Hell it caused his city and possibly even the world.

That’s nuts. I wish I could do that at my work and get away with it. Just fight someone on the shift and then go to Corporate armed with nothing but a fry basket, ready to take them out.

This leads me to that fourth category: Alterations in arousal and reactivity. This is defined as reckless or self-destructive behavior, angry outbursts, hypervigilance, and even trouble sleeping.

This is entirely reckless. I mean, I get it. Going rogue because this company is obviously evil and has a hand in bio-terrorism. Yeah. That’s fair. Let’s take them out. But if only it were that easy, as we can see throughout the franchise. Despite Umbrella BARELY hiding their attempts at world domination, as seen in RE6, no one really flinches. They’re somehow still in the running.

Having said that, in Resident Evil 4, three years after RE3, Leon actually says in the introduction that Umbrella was wiped out by the investigation. Without digging into this, I’m presuming this is because Jill managed to escape Raccoon City and was able to report her findings as one of five survivors, six if you count Ada Wong. Which does make me wonder how they’re still hanging around like a more gruesome Team Rocket.

And the last category is Intrusive. Now, this is where this unravels, actually. Intrusive is basically intrusive thoughts. Those little thoughts or images that flash through just enough to unsettle you and if you’re like me and have diagnosed OCD, then you play these thoughts over and over in your head.

It’s like you want to go to the park. Okay, great, the park is outside. Nice. The outside is where people are. People aren’t that great, in my perspective. Bad people exist. Bad people like to hurt people. I’m a people that could be hurt by a bad person. Because of that, I can’t go to the park now. 

It’s like being stuck in a loop that wants you to be sad. Like, thank you brain. I just wanted to get stuck in the baby swing but now I’m going to sit on my phone and scroll through TikTok and be sad.

Intrusive thoughts are what had me curious. The intrusive category is actually where most people are commonly confused about what PTSD is as this is where we find that flashbacks fall into. A great example of a flashback in Resident Evil is actually in the fifth game. This is where Jill Valentine doesn’t really become Chris’ partner. We learn that during the last bout, they had against Wesker is where she’d fallen out the window as I mentioned earlier. This is explained in a flashback.

That’s interesting to me. Yes, from a storytelling perspective, it makes sense, but Chris remembers such vivid details, even Wesker’s eyes glowing.

But what’s interesting is, this event, in particular, seemed to affect Chris the most. Despite that his sister has been kidnapped by people affiliated with both Umbrella and Wesker, Jill’s “death” shook him up the most, which is fair. His best friend and partner throughout the entire thing, someone he shared his trauma with and even started the BSAA with was just gone. No even a body. Three months and nothing was found before she was declared dead. He dove into his work head-on, taking every mission he could!

This is why he takes deaths so personally. This is also shown in Resident Evil 6 when Piers, a young soldier who looked up to Chris and helped find him after he lost his memory after an incident with a fake Ada Wong, is infected with the zombie virus, he holds onto his humanity in order to save Chris, but ultimately does die in the underwater lab facility, supposedly by water pressure before losing his mind to the virus.

The former Alpha Team consisted of the following:

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Barry Burton

Brad Vickers

Jill Valentine

Joseph Frost

All members of the original team that infiltrated the Spencer Mansion in RE1. Let’s go ahead and cross some people off.

Wesker? Dead as of Resident Evil 5. Good. Stay dead. You suck! You’re like the Capcom version of Ganondorf, just stay dead, dude!

Burton?  Alive, but hasn’t appeared in a main RE game since the first.

Vickers? Dead as of the third installment of the game. He was the pilot who sacrificed himself after being bitten during the attempted escape from Nemesis in Raccoon City before the place was blown sky-high. You actually see him later again in the third game attacking the cop you meet in the second Resident Evil, interestingly enough, but what’s sad really is that he still has some semblance of his humanity and ends up groaning out the cop’s name before attacking and infecting that man. Poor guy. Really was just a poor soul.

Moving on. Jill Valentine? Still alive and definitely kicking but she’s become more of an iconic character for the movies. So from a lore perspective, as of the end of 5, she is no longer in the main series that we’ve seen. Mostly just referenced. This might change however later on as I do believe there will be a ninth installment coming soon if not already in the works as of writing this.

Frost? Dead. He was actually the first to die as soon as they touched down at Spencer Mansion, by zombie-dogs, no less. He stood no chance.

That means, of the original team, Chris is the only one still active. This means that he is the most trained to handle situations from a tactical perspective, but not an emotional one.

I mean, we see him really weighing the whole situation in Resident Evil 8. He’s seen smoking a cigarette, clearly stressed out and tired of dealing with everything, despite creating an Anti-Umbrella team called Blue Umbrella. Yeah. Not that creative, my guy. But he’s tired of hearing and seeing people die which...is fair.

I’d say he does have PTSD and it is Survivor’s Guilt.

Yes, he and his team are ready to die, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s losing people he’s had long nights with, sharing beer, shooting pool, busting bad scientists with, and he still loses them.

In the military, a soldier doesn’t fear his own death but the death of his comrades.

Survivor’s Guilt is really just a terrible thing. I’d say actually several characters in the Resident Evil franchise have this, including poor Mia Winters!

Chris might have it but uses it to his advantage. He uses the knowledge he’s gained from staying alive in an attempt to help others stay alive and ultimately bring down the Umbrella Coorporation.

Ultimately, Chris Redfield seems to be wanting to make up for the lives lost to this organization.

Research links:

Coping with survivor’s guilt: https://artherapyinternational.org/blog/traumatic-events-coping-with-survivors-guilt-afterwards/

What is PTSD?  https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/ptsd/what-is-ptsd

Chris Redfield Bio https://residentevil.fandom.com/wiki/Chris_Redfield#Biography

Symptoms of Survivor’s Guilty: https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/325578#symptoms

[aceghosts]

❝  i think about anything happening to you and i— i just.  i fucking lose it.  ❞ + Hunter & Wesker?

Thank you for this one! I had fun writing this one. Tagging @sstewyhosseini since she'll enjoy this one!

[Prompt List]

Summary: Hunter Delaney watches Albert Wesker die by Chris Redfield's hands, only to realize it's just a nightmare. One that continues to haunt them.

AO3 Title comes from Dayseeker's Neon Grave.

Words: 1,427 words.

Content Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Major Character death, kind of. Also, major warnings for nightmares and grief. Hunter also threatens vengeance. If I need to tag for anything else, let me know.

AO3

Hunter races towards the hangar, the sounds of gunfire increasing as they race closer to the hangar. Their heart pounds loudly in their ears, a tight feeling in their chest from anxiety. Picking up their pace, Hunter is a dark blur as they careen toward the hangar. They reach the hangar, stopping and catching sight of Albert, who dodges a shot from Chris Redfield’s pistol as he lets out a dark laugh. They notice Albert’s glasses are gone, already discarded. With one swift move, he rips the gun out of Chris’ hands, tossing it away with a smirk on his face. They sigh in relief, and Albert looks over at them for a second. 

But a second is all Chris Redfield needs.

He grabs the knife from his belt, driving it up into Albert’s chest with one swift motion. Albert releases a pained gasp, shock and disbelief clear on his face. His hands reach up weakly towards the knife before his knees buckle, and Albert drops to the ground. “NO!!!!” Hunter howls in grief, sprinting towards Albert. They barely register Chris as they reach the pair, checking Chris with their shoulder and sending him flying several feet. Dropping next to Albert, Hunter pulls him into their lap. FUCK! They need to do something, anything to help him. “I promise I’m going to-.”

“Dearheart…” He reaches up, his fingers grazing the edge of their chin. No. No. No. NO!

“Don’t! You’re gonna survive this; I promise,” They beg as tears burn in their eyes, “Please don’t leave me. It’s supposed to be us together forever!” Albert takes a final, shaky breath, his hand dropping limply. Their eyes widen, the world falling out from beneath Hunter. “NNNNOOO,” Hunter wails, pulling him closer, “Don’t go! DON’T-!”

Yet, Albert is silent, unfocused eyes staring vacantly up toward the ceiling. Hunter buries their face in the crook of his neck, howling with grief. Their heart feels like it’s shattered into a thousand pieces as tears pour from their eyes, sobbing so hard they can barely breathe. “He had to die, Hunter. You know that, right? Wesker was a monster; he would have destroyed the world.”

Cold, desperate grief turns to burning, white-hot rage. Baring their teeth in a snarl, Hunter whips their head towards Chris. He stands several feet away, pistol in hand, and pointed towards the ground. Hunter turns their gaze back towards Albert, the man they loved. The world saw Albert Wesker as a monster, but Hunter knew better. When the world decided to turn its back on them, Albert gave Hunter a home, a future to believe in. He was their everything, and now, he had been taken from Hunter. The world and Chris Redfield would pay dearly for that. Albert had been the only one holding them back, and now that he was gone, Hunter would burn the world down. Laying Albert on the ground, Hunter gets up to their feet slowly, hands in tight fists. “Do you know what it’s like to lose everything?”

“Hunter, don’t do this. You don’t want this-.”

They bark out a laugh, tearing their gaze away from Albert’s dead body to meet Chris’ eyes. “Don’t want this? No, I know exactly what I want, Chris. I’m going to kill everyone you have ever loved: Jill, Claire, Rebecca, Barry…,” Hunter growls, their voice low and threatening, “and when I’m done, I’m going to make sure that you live. That you have to live with the same pain that I do. The pain of having your whole world taken away from you.”

Chris’ eyes widen, raising the pistol towards Hunter. He steps back, swallowing nervously, “Hun-.”

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“-ter.” Their eyes snap open, sucking in a deep breath. Hunter’s limbs seize in panic as they momentarily forget to breathe. “Hunter.”

Albert’s voice is firm, tethering Hunter as they slowly sink back into reality. Taking shaky, uneasy breaths, Hunter looks around, realizing they aren’t in Albert’s lab anymore. Instead, they’re on the familiar black leather couch in his office, one that Hunter spent too many nights crashing on. Some that included Albert, and others that didn’t. They feel a heavy pressure on them, only realizing a few seconds later that it’s Albert’s jacket. The long trench coat is draped over them like a blanket, the pressure soothing. Hunter draws in a deep breath, catching the coat’s familiar scent of leather and Albert’s favorite cologne. Looking up, Hunter realizes they’re using Albert’s lap as a pillow, a comfortable one at that. His fingers run through their jet-black shaggy hair; his attention focused on the report in his other hand. He looks away from the report, his golden eyes, free of the iconic shades, meeting Hunter’s faded green eyes. “Nightmare, Dearheart?”

“Yeah,” They croak, their throat feeling raw. “Where-?”

“My office.”

Hunter frowns. “Fuck, did I fall asleep in the lab?”

Albert nods. “I noticed when you dropped your sketchbook on the floor. You were slumped over in your chair.”

Their cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment as Albert smirks. “You brought me up here? I could have just-.”

“Nonsense. The samples needed time, and you seemed uncomfortable. My office was the most logical place for us both.” Placing the report down on the end table, Albert grows more serious. “Care to tell me what you were dreaming about, Dearheart?”

“It’s nothing,” Hunter feels foolish as Albert continues to run his fingers through their hair, “It’s a fucking stupid nightmare. I’ll be fine.”

“I doubt it, Dearheart,” they raise an eyebrow, curious at his words, “Your nightmares are increasing in frequency over the last few weeks. Your lack of sleep is impacting your work and your abilities. When we spar, your reaction times are slower, and you are not as focused.”

Guilt and shame burn in Hunter’s chest, not meaning to make Albert worry. They feel sluggish lately, dead tired all the time. Every time they fall asleep, Chris and Albert haunt their dreams, over and over, and over again. A never-ending cycle of Albert’s death plays on a loop in Hunter’s dreams. “I dream of you.”

Albert tilts his head, looking slightly worried and confused. “Why would I be in your nightmares?”

Hunter swallows. “It’s not just you. Chris Redfield is there too.”

He tenses, the red in his eyes smoldering intensely. “Christopher?” Albert hisses, a slight hint of jealousy in his voice towards dream Chris. “Why would Chris Redfield be in your dreams?”

“Because he kills you. Because I’m always too fucking late to stop him. Because…” A lump rises in their throat, Hunter falling silent as tears burn in their eyes.

Letting out a small chuckle, Albert comforts them. “Chris could never-.”

“I know,” Hunter snaps, sitting up suddenly as Albert’s coat slides off them. They shift away from him, already missing the feeling of Albert’s fingers in their hair. “I know he can’t…It’s just I think about anything happening to you and I— I just. I fucking lose it.” No matter how much Hunter tries to put it into words or show it through their actions, Hunter could never fully tell Albert how much he meant to them. When anger and grief threatened to swallow Hunter whole, Albert pulled them out of the spiral, giving Hunter something that they could never have again. Hope. Happiness. Love. And the idea of losing him was more than Hunter could bear. They would surely spiral again, only to be swallowed whole again this time. And when it consumed them, the world would burn down with Hunter.

Albert gently pulls them close, letting out a soft humming noise as he pulls Hunter into his lap. They finally look at him, Albert wiping away the stray tears that run down their cheeks. “Dearheart,” His voice is solemn, low enough for only Hunter to hear, “I promise to survive. Christopher and his pathetic comrades could never stop me.”

“I know-,” Hunter whispers, “I just-.”

“When we first met Hunter, I promised you that you and I would live to see the future, and I will fulfill that promise. You and I will be there when a new world rises from the ashes of this old one. Have faith in me; Have faith in us.”

“Okay,” A part of Hunter isn’t convinced, an ominous feeling lingering over them like a dark storm cloud, but they’re willing to try for Albert, “I believe you.”

“Good.” He presses a soft kiss to their cheek. “Nothing can stop us, Hunter. We’ve come too far to fail.” Famous last words if Hunter’s ever heard them.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

🌹 romantic sex headcanon for Wesker and Aria!

Abso-fucking-lutely! I adore Wesker and Aria. I hope you enjoy it, hun. Thank you for playing along.

No Minors Allowed!!

Albert Wesker x Aria Wesker (Black Wedding): Romantic sex

Conflicting schedules are sometimes a pain, especially when Aria is feeling a bit lonely. She works four on and three off at Raccoon General; Albert basically lives at work.

“Are you free this weekend?” Aria asks as she sets aside her wine glass.

A drink in the afternoon settles her nerves.

“It’s Bravos turn,” Albert merely states.

He takes the glass and sets it into the sink, hell bent on keeping her from drinking the entire bottle, an action the makes her pucker her lips in a pout.

Fuck Irons!  

But there are times when she and Albert are given a day to catch up. Aria is on cloud nine. She cooks dinner and as the night progresses, she convinces him to join her on the couch for a whatever show in on the TV. But she never pays attention.

Leaning her head on Albert’s arm, Aria peeks down at the words on the page of the novel that he is reading. She isn’t much interested in it, but she feels closer to her husband this way.

“Are you ready?” Albert asks.

Aria hums and raises her brow.

“Done with what?”

“Reading,” Albert answers. “I’d like to turn the page.”

A warmth spreads across her cheeks and she smiles.

“I’m not reading it, but it’s sweet of you to ask.”

As his interest wanes, Albert settles his sights on the woman beside him. It doesn’t take long to sway her into an intimate moment. He doesn’t just want to fuck her; he wants to own her. And with this is mind, he takes her to the bedroom.

With ease, Albert thrusts into Aria, grinning as he hears her soft moans. She is a romantic where he is possessive. So long as he hears her desperation, he will make love to her way she desires.

“Please,” she begs.

Her warm breath tickles his neck as he holds her tight. Albert denies her the release she wants. At least until she shows how much she needs him.

[lukabitch]

Hello there my friendo! Apparently since you liked one of my requests (wesker calling his so masc pet names lol) I am HERE ONCE AGAIN!! Again no pressure to write this, I just understand writers block so if you need something, use this one!! How would any killers of your choice react to their so entering a trial in a shirtless skin (like davids?) bonus for trans kings if they notice the top surgery scars and kiss them awh <3

- handsome anon

I’ve been dealing with some writers block recently. So thank you so much Handsome Anon!

Tw: suggestive

Killers: Wesker, Ghostface, Legion(Frank & Joey), Trickster.

Wesker:

Oh my? He definitely likes.

Your skin looked so soft. He just wants to get his hands on you.

But he’ll wait until the perfect moment.

When he does have you he won’t let you go. Not that you wanted to be let go.

He’ll take his time running his gloved hands over your body.

He would take notice of the top surgery scars. Would run his fingers over them ever so gently.

“I appreciate the show love. Next time leave it for my eyes only.” His still possessive remember?

Of course you being you teased him about it. Making a bit of fun of his possessiveness.

He really did find the confidence that you had to be extremely attractive.

Just saying if you can match his confidence he’ll love you more.

Ghostface:

He wants to go honka honka on your moobs.

The things this man would do if he had his hands on you.

But first it’s photo shoot time.

He’ll ask you to pose for him. You said yes mainly because he looked too happy to disappoint.

He even shows you what poses he wants you to do.

After he was satisfied with the photos he’ll just press his face into your chest.

He was giggling like an idiot which would bring a smile to your face.

“You like being down there Danny?”

A very muffled ‘yeah’ left his mouth, fallowed by a kiss pressed into your scars.

He stayed like that for the rest of the trial. The entity was very upset at him.

Frank:

If you thought this man was bratty before you haven’t seen anything yet.

He was fuming that you showed yourself to other people then himself.

He would zero in on you having you under him in seconds.

He would try and reach to touch your scars. He was going to be gentle but you had other plans.

You somehow managed to turn the table and had him pinned.

“You have to ask nicely.” This man was squirming and whining under you.

Eventually he would cave and start begging.

You’d let him touch your chest ever so gently.

“Good boy.” He didn’t liked being called that too much.

Joey:

Oh.

He didn’t know exactly how to react to this.

He just knew you were really pretty.

Eventually the two of you would end up in a chase.

The chase would end in a locker, the two of you just staring at each other.

He watched you shiver and got very concerned. Taking off his je let handing it to you.

“Oh no honey I’m fine don’t worry.” You say very clearly cold. He wasn’t having it.

“Please wear a shirt next time.” He watched you pout at him.

He immediately starts to crumble and you had to quickly tell him you were goofing.

Trickster:

He was definitely the most excited. He gets to see your drop dead gorgeous bod.

Though that doesn’t really stop the sadistic side of him. He’ll through a knife at your back not hard.

You let out a yelp and glared at him. He just winked and walked up to you.

“Aw handsome look at you! My pretty boy!” He just leans against your chest.

If he does kiss your chest he’ll get lipstick on you.

You’ll complain about the lipstick but he doesn’t care.

He just lets you hold him while he just cuddles you.

You tired reminding him about the trial but he didn’t care.

He just wants to stay here with you.

[what-are-you-willing-to-do]

Chapter 8: Kick his ass!!!

Chris Redfield x Male reader

summary: Self explanatory, you guys are there to kick weskers ass!!!!

“So that’s uroborus.” Sheva speaks “god dammit Wesker, he’s actually serious about destroying the entire planet. “He always was a determined man.” You guys make your way down stairs as you look over to see commotion on the screens. 

“Wait.” Chris walks over tilting his head. “That must be what he’s gonna use.” You spoke as you kept an eye out behind you guys just in case. “Makes more sense. Wesker!” Chris shouts as he points to Wesker on the screen. “There he is come on let’s go!” You both follow Chris as you begin running down the dark hallways. 

“Jill’s calling me hold on.” You pick up the phone as you answer. “How you holdin up pumpkin?” You ask with a laugh as she gives one back. “I’m fine don’t worry about me, there’s something I need to tell you. Listen carefully.” Chris and Sheva move next to you paying attention.

“Y/n you know his strength comes from a virus but it’s unstable.” You squint your eyes as you all continue listening. “In order to maintain a balance he must inject himself regularly with a serum.” Sheva buts in “so if we cut the supply of serum he looses his strength?” “Affirmative, but he just took a dose so it’s gonna be awhile before he needs another one.” 

“That’s not time we have.” You spoke “Listen Excella said the amount has to be precise. So if he injects too much it should act like a poison. I think she used a serum labeled: PG67A/W.” You look at Sheva as you hand Chris the phone. 

You guys begin searching through the case. “Jill, Jill!” You could hear the line breaking up. “Shit.” You hand Sheva the injection. “Chris, this is it.” He looks over as you all nod. “Let’s give it a shot.” 

“Just like he always said, he’s planning to spread this fucker worldwide.” You cock you gun turning the safety off. Of course you guys reach a room that was already going into lockdown because a fire apparently. Just your luck. (Skill issue get good)

“Come on come on!” You shout as you guys rush down the stairs. The floorboards begin to open. “We’ll never win in a fair fight, we need to fall back!” “Agreed!” You guys begin to go the other way. Not being in control, like the old days. 

You begin to sneak down the hallway giggling to yourself. “Oh, y/n!” Wesker speaks with a bright smile as he begins to chase you. You run around and around the outside of the lab as you accidentally run into Spencer. He stops dead in his tracks as he looks at you angrily. 

“I-I’m sorry sir.” You bow down as Wesker does the same. “Take him I’m tired of this.” His assistants grab you as Wesker pleads for them to stop. “Please he didn’t mean it!” Wesker begs sadly. But to no avail you get taken into a dark room.

You shake your head vigorously as you awake in a elevator. “You okay sir?” Sheva asks you nod “sometimes I go on autopilot and zone out for awhile, I’m alright though.” They both look at each other than to you. “Come on.”

You guys make it to room as you ready up your guns as Wesker makes it known he sees and hears you all. 

“You’ve really become quite the inconvenience for me.” You grin “Glad we can agree on something.” He throws his glasses to you as you dodge his first rush attack with a backflip. Chris comes in throwing a punch as Wesker moves to him.

He throws Chris roughly to the ground as Sheva tries to help out ultimately being thrown to the ground. As you ready up for a fistfight Chris tries to shoot Wesker. He dodges as he rushes behind you, before you can even respond he had you in a chokehold. 

You try to rip him off but you fail. He lets out the usual ‘im saving the world speech’ as you roll your eyes pulling yourself down as Sheva and Chris begin shooting at him. You guys get thrown over the edge as the injection falls out of Shevas pocket next to you and Chris. You guys look at each other with a nod.

You sit up as you hand the injection to Chris. “This may be our only chance.” You nod as Wesker flips down to you all. “Things are getting Interesting huh Y/n?” You scoff “did you really think you could defeat me?”

Chris speaks up for you like you used to do for him. “Either way I’m not gonna stop until I’m dead.” You smile at him. “I’ll just have to kill you quickly.” You guys scatter as Chris begins to collect more weapons. “Let’s dance Al.”

@whateverthefuckyouwantiguess @allen-444

[weskerfied]

For the emoji ask game: 🌍 and 🔮

🔮 What would you like to see happen in future games?

I’m a simple man. Just let me see Rebecca. (Please Capcom I’m begging, just one more time.)

🌎If you were to wake up in the RE universe one day, what game would you like to be in and what role would you have?

RE1! I want to tour the RPD before it becomes infested with zombies and sit on Wesker’s chair in the STARS office.

As for the role I’d have 🤔 I would like to be dead before the outbreak if I’m honest; I’m not a fan of viruses.

[unnerving-presence]

Do you do the thingy where you babble nervously when scared? Because I keep doing that when I play dbd and just say nonsense like please don’t hit me I’m only 5’2 or with wesker it’s like don’t hit me you’ll get blood on your leather coat and babbling about him being hot and my friends get confused but I don’t do it purposefully I just blurt stuff out when scared ;_;

I DID THID YESTERDAY

no joke weskers terrify me because of how fast he goes if you r ever in a game w me now that i am (no joke) whimpering in fear and going “PLEAAAASE DONT FIND MEEEE” or “LET ME GOOO”

also why r weskers so boring like let me beg for my life for at least a second before smacking me you fuckhead /hj

[causeimhappinesss]

Hate makes you blind (Albert Wesker x reader)

Request: Hey, do you still do requests? If so, could you do a situation where Excella almost gets Wesker's S/O killed? Whether accidentally or on purpose?

Warnings: violence, manipulation?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eleven fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Excella was a bitch. She would do anything to have power, next to Albert, to dominate the world.

She had been raised in a family of aristocrats, where backstabbing, literally, was common. Anything for power and success. And even though she hated you, she would never try to kill you, because she knew her plans with Wesker would be compromised. Instead, she preferred to bully you in her own way, when he wasn't around. First, she'd throw scathing remarks at you to prick your heart and hope you'd walk away from Wesker, then leave him. You kept it all to yourself, knowing that if Albert was aware, he wouldn't hesitate to make Excella regret it, because you weren't as bad as she was. In reality, no one knew what you were doing with him. Sure, you weren't innocent, but you had your dark sides, though it wasn't as intense as your partner's.

"Stop eating so much, I can see rolls on your stomach. Albert likes fit girls."

This woman thought that with her breasts implants and flat stomach, she could hold Albert close to her. Seeing that she was wrong was eating her up inside and by extension, the only way she could hurt you was to attack your looks and...

Your intelligence.

"Geez, can't you keep up a little?! It's not hard to tell the difference between these two chemicals!"

You didn't have a science background and neither did she, but she loved to put you down at every opportunity. Over time, you had learned to ignore her and her disparaging remarks, as well as her disapproving looks. At your expense, you had found out, since your adolescence, to live your life as you wanted and to get over this kind of behavior. You had also learned to be selfish and do what you wanted, even if it meant hurting the ego of women like her, or other people close to you who begged you to leave Albert.

That day was incredibly hot. Unbearable, even. In fact, you had decided to stay in the laboratories, where you lived with Albert, because the complex was so huge that you owned a flat. You had a gigantic domain with something to keep you busy, but you preferred to seek the coolness of the air conditioning. So you found yourself wandering the corridors of Tricell's laboratories, looking for some kind of activity. Even though you weren't a doctor or a scientist, you loved to help out when you could, when it was safe to do so. Albert would never allow any virus near you and if he found out, he might get mad and fire a few people in the process. Your help was so appreciated, that Excella had begun to do the same, to gain sympathy from others, to compete with you who seemed to overshadow her. Many thought more of you than of her.

It became so ridiculous that she loved to take risks.

That day was no exception. You saw her giving orders to a team of men moving metal drums with the biohazard logo on them. When she noticed you, she rolled her eyes and you closed the distance between you.

"Excella, what are you doing? It's not our job to..."

"What do you want from me now? To prove once again that you are right? Don't you have other things to worry about?" she cut you off, in an aggressive tone.

Anger surged through your veins, tired of her being so snippy with you, like a rabid Chihuahua. Obviously, no one seemed to have taught her kindness and politeness.

"For once, wouldn't you like to be more courteous? No matter what I say to you, you raise your voice and insult me. You have a serious problem, Excella. If you want, I can make an appointment for you with a psychiatrist!" you shouted, exacerbated by his behavior.

You smiled, as her face darkened and her eyes flashed at you like a wild animal ready to pounce on its prey. Suddenly, she grabbed her gun from her thigh, as if rage had really taken over her body.

"You little bitch, you're always in my way to cause trouble!" she shouted. 

Some workers stopped to watch the scene, shocked that she could point her Glock at another person.

Was she going to shoot?

When you saw her index finger come dangerously close to the trigger, you knew she was going to shoot. Immediately, you ran as fast as you could. A blast tore the silence of the corridors. A bullet pierced the floor two meters from your feet. Another bullet split the air and ended up behind your feet, this time a meter away. Her laughter rang out, almost Machiavellian, as if she had lost her mind.

You pushed on your calves and forced on your lungs, where the air flowed with difficulty. When you turned your head to make sure she hadn't followed you, a tiny vehicle unloading drums in the right room braked and swung around to avoid you. 

Everything happened so fast. The liquid in one of the drums spurted out, the metal ripped open, and hit your face. Droplets entered your eyes and you screamed. Your eyes were burning. The pain was unstable. You fell backwards.

You plunged into total darkness.

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"How could something like this happen?!" screamed a husky male voice.

"I... I just wanted to scare her and..." his victim stammered, taking a few steps back.

"Scare her?"

"Albert, please!"

Wesker grabbed Excella by the neck and slammed her against the wall. Both of his hands were gripping her so tightly she wasn’t breathing anymore, her face turning red, purple, then blue. She tried to scratch his hands to make him release her, in vain. She could already see herself dying in the hands of her partner, the famous virologist Albert Wesker. Finally, when she was about to faint, he released her and threw her to the ground like a rag doll. With his snake-like eyes, he scrutinized her like a vermin.

Of course, as soon as the accident had happened and Y/N had been taken care of by other doctors, he had gone to her hospital bed and had done everything possible to save her. She had gone blind because of Excella's fault.

"I should gouge your eyes out for what you did to her," he threatened her in an angry tone.

The woman on the ground looked up at him, panting, her head spinning, stars dancing in front of her eyes. She tried to catch her breath, but her lungs and her throat made her suffer, pushed her into agony.

"Please, it was an accident..."

"I won't do it, not today, not tomorrow. But I want you to know that I will, one day. Every act has consequences." he replied, in a sepulchral voice.

On this, he turned his feet and turned back to the bedside of his beloved. Once in the room, he took a seat on the chair next to the medical bed, and stroked your hand. You sighed, a sign that you had just woken up, and squeezed his hand in return. 

A bandage covered your eyes. This simple fact frightened you as much as the news given by one of the doctors: "You have lost your sight, Miss "L/N". I apologize."

You were going to be in the dark for the rest of your life. Well, no, because what you were experiencing was indescribable. It wasn't black because you couldn't see. It was... different. Your whole body was shaking like a leaf. Your heart was beating. In fact, it was bleeding... You held back from crying, knowing that the pain in your eyes, despite the painkillers, would get worse.

"She'll never come near you again."

You didn’t answer, your lips pursed, your mind elsewhere, something Albert seemed to notice. He sighed, released your hand and massaged his temples. Of course, he was dying to hand Excella over to a horde of zombies, but he knew he'd find a worse fate later. 

"I have a solution to give you back your eyesight. For that, you have to trust me."

You swallow hard, aware that no normal solution was available to you. Albert had worked on different projects: medicines, but also biological weapons. But no drug could restore your sight...

"The T-virus?" you dared to ask, in a veiled voice.

"Yes. It will regenerate your whole body. Just let me find the perfect dosage for your body... I promise you'll get better."

Wesker placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand and stroked your chin.

And you'll be almost as powerful as me, we'll rule together... he mused, a toothy smile on the edge of his lips. For him, it was just a blessing in disguise. Excella had simply found the right opportunity for him to make you evolve.

To make you his most beautiful creation.

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