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Commission for Ichor & Pomegranate

Art by MadBedlam , Fanfic Art

Chapter 3:

"Fortunately, with Marcia's case still being an active investigation, we've been able to keep the church closed. Only the forensic investigator has been in and out of the building since the initial crews came in." He answered as he handed her the crime scene investigation kit. "If we find the pinecone, I'll let you bag it. I want you to make your assessments like you have been."

"Yes, sir," Jill murmured while she studied the contents of the kit before closing it back up.

The double doors to the church were locked and she watched Wesker pull out a set of keys from his pocket before he paused and glanced down at her.

"Did you bring your tension wrenches?" he asked with another cock of his head.

With her mouth dropping open slightly, "Sir, that's a crime." When his eyebrows went up, she quirked her lips, patted a pouch on her belt, and continued, "Of course I did. May I?"

"You may not, Valentine," his tone was colored with amusement when he put the key in the door and pushed it open. "I just wanted to be certain that my little B&E Specialist was adequately prepared."

She smiled at his back from his usage of her previous taunt back in the car and followed him through the threshold.

The tall chandelier hung a good ten feet from the vaulted ceiling and was bright enough to light the rich textures of the following room.

"Beautiful," Jill breathed into the muted atmosphere of the Nave.

Her captain shifted beside her, but he made no comment on the scenery and was instead looking toward a taped off area to the right.

She followed behind him again as he led her down the row of dark walnut pews. Their steps were muffled on the royal red runner carpet. The surrounding floor was made of tile; the polished surface reflected the many angles of the church as they moved.

"The nave, the main room in churches, were always my favorite," she spoke aloud while she followed. "The design was adapted by the early Christian builders from the Roman hall of justice, the basilica. The nave of the early Christian basilica is generally lighted by a row of windows near the ceiling, the clerestory." She pointed even though he wasn't looking back at her.

"You seem to have a continuous religious theme about you. A passion you follow through on Sundays perhaps?" her captain responded after a moment.

They both came to a stop where the crime scene tape marked the beginning of the tracking site.

"No." she winced when her response came out somewhat harshly. "Frankly, I find the levels of fanaticism... worrying; the spoken word of gospel calls for a lot of unnecessary violence. I've seen groups of people cling to some atrocious things in the name of God. Whether I believe or not is my secret, but I do not attend church."

"Yet, you find yourself clinging to the written word of a polytheistic religion." He lifted the tape and motioned for her to step through.

"And what of you, captain? Do you prefer the stories of the gods, one god, or none at all?" She held the tape for him while he stepped through next.

"I believe in knowing them all."

Jill tilted her head up at him and was somewhat pleased for a little more detail, even if it was rather vague.

"For what purpose?" she asked curiously.

"Stories have always been man's easiest weapon." He removed his glasses and set them carefully into his breast pouch on his vest before jutting his chin toward the stained-glass window on their right. "That was the original purpose for windows like these. To teach the gospel to those who couldn't read. What better power than to teach belief, Valentine?"

Grabbing the CSI kit from his hand, Jill pondered the thought while she cracked open the box and handed him gloves before she carefully donned her own.

The silence rang out and Jill wasn't sure he expected an answer from her. He turned from her then and began to move to where they had noted the pinecone in the picture that hung over to their right.

Stooping low, she watched his tall form lower to a crouch as he glanced beneath the pew in the front portion of the corner space.

"You'll need to grab it from your side; it's still here. Are you capable of bagging this on your own?"

Jill glanced over to see him holding out the tweezers to her. Once more, she met his challenging stare before her gloved fingers wrapped around the tweezers and pulled the instrument from him.

"I haven't let you down yet," she murmured and turned for the task.

"Indeed," he said quietly, now behind her when she carefully knelt on her side of the pew and gazed under the wood.

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Shouldn’t have laughed as hard as I did.

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The Resident Evil 2 Survival Guide: The gift that keeps on giving.

YOU DON'T FUCKING SAY?!

"The gorgeous gazelle is gone!"

...what?

Careful, his elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor. He could be capable of anything!

(!)

I mean... yeah...

And that's another batch done. Don't worry, more soon.

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Ichor & Pomegranate Fanart, Marcia Pennington, by Piink.Avocados

Jill tore her eyes away from the hair that had fallen over Captain Wesker’s brow and looked back down at the files.

"Nothing here suggests that?" she pursued.

"I'll let you tell me that." His chair creaked when he leaned forward further and pulled the first victim's file toward himself.

With her eyes again zeroing in on the crime scene for the second victim, Marcia Pennington, time ticked away from the clock on Captain Wesker's wall while she continued to flip through the different pictures. Her eyes traced back and forth to the images and to the abstract notes the detective had made.

Marcia had been laid against the wall of her church. Bound by her hands over a hook in the wall above her head, a single gunshot wound to her forehead had been what the coroner determined her cause of death to be. However, whomever had killed her had taken the time to cut portions of her top and bottom lips away. Right over where her incisors were on her top and bottom tooth line, the killer had cut out triangle-shaped portions of the skin to reveal the teeth beneath but had left the middle portion of both lips intact. The result gave Marcia's face a feral look in death.

Tick, tick, tick, the clock above strummed away in her companionable silence with the captain. His keyboard strokes would sometimes punctuate his own focus in front of hers.

While she thought, Jill's eyes wandered around at the pictured floor beneath Marcia's curled up legs. The church's floor was made of tile and had caused a slight reflection to the camera's flash. The crime scene investigator had adjusted the flash in the other pictures, but Jill paused when she noticed the small object in the right-hand corner of the photo.

On the ground, nearly out of the picture, sat a tiny pinecone that was beneath a pew.

Jill jerked back in her seat and when Captain Wesker glanced at her, she paid no mind to his curious stare.

Jill was flipping to the back of the report to read the evidence list that the crime scene investigators had taken from the scene.

The pinecone was not listed.

It was not listed in the abstract notes for the crime scene either.

With her heart pounding, she flipped back to the photo and focused now on the church painting that was on the wall that Marcia was lying against.

"Captain Wesker, I need to use a computer,” Jill uttered, standing up quickly.

"Computers are assigned to our officers. We haven't yet gotten you a desk with one set up,” he answered easily. "What do you have?"

"Can I use yours?" she distractedly asked as she began to round his desk.

Captain Wesker was closing his database server application when Jill dropped the file onto the desk in front of him. The pictures slid out of their cellophane fasteners and trickled slowly onto his desk.

With a hand on his armrest, Jill kneeled down beside her captain and hovered her hands over the keyboard. Captain Wesker did not scoot back but instead she could see him studying her intently from his close proximity.

"Valentine—" Captain Wesker demanded impatiently.

"Sir, please—I'm thinking," Jill interrupted quickly before she began to type.

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MESSY IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

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Ichor & Pomegranate Update

Chapter 13: For What You Bare to Me

"I will be removing you from the Alpha Team's service," Wesker spoke then as she finally swallowed the pain medication.

"What?" Jill sputtered, the water from the glass sloshing on her knee as she jerked.

"Effective immediately, you will be suspended from active duty. You will use that time to heal and once able to do so, you will return to your studies until complete," Wesker continued, tone hard before he stood to his feet to tower above her.

"Sir—" she attempted while trying to set the water glass back down.

"When your studies are finally completed." He acted as if she hadn't even spoken. "You will be placed within the ranks of the STARS Bravo Team. You will report to Captain Enrico Marini on a weekly basis to maintain communication of your progress."

"You're demoting me…" she stared up at him in shock for a moment before she stood shakily to her feet to join him.

"The Bravo Team is not ranked second among the STARS, Valentine," he punctuated her surname with what Jill would have named as disdain. "It is merely the opposing shift of Alpha."

"I won't accept that," she declared, face tipped up toward his, uncaring of his intimidating height over hers.

"Your acceptance is not a part of the equation," Wesker sneered, turning to step away from her and back toward the doorway.

Her hand snapped out and grabbed his arm, uncaring for the pain that spurned from her own actions.

"Why are you doing this?" she demanded, chest heaving as her anger grew. "Is it because of what I did?"

Shaking her hand off, Wesker turned his face back to hers …and there it was.

That expression resembling hatred he'd displayed when she succumbed near his Land Rover.

"You weren't wearing your vest!" She repeated to him as she had out in the woods. "Those shots would have killed you, Wesker."

"Your foolish decision-making process has nothing to do with this," he snapped, stepping into her space now as they came chest to chest with one another.

The moonlight through the window highlighted his furious gaze once more, and it played at the slicked back strands of his blonde hair.

It had become too late for her, a realization that Jill now grasped keenly. In her tenure with the Raccoon City STARS Alpha Team, her very essence had undergone a transformation; a metamorphosis catalyzed by her service alongside him.

Caught within the delicate nuances of conflicting allegiances, she found herself harboring sentiments for her superior; sentiments that definitely exceeded the boundaries of appropriateness. Yet, in reflection, she embraced this decision, for it had ultimately meant safeguarding his life even at the expense of her own.

Not dictated by his identity as her superior but by the sanctuary he afforded her in his presence, she flourished in a realm of control; a haven to confront the unalterable aspects of herself. However, whatever connection had burgeoned between them stood at a precipice.

A line, indistinct yet undeniable, had been crossed in the depths of that forest road, and Jill acknowledged the seemingly, irreversible nature of that unknown trespass. The bridge that once connected them now echoed with an unspoken understanding—a recognition that what had transpired may not endure.

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Hey, I noticed you using AI generated art for your fics. AI art is built on plagiarism; its dataset is scraped non-consensually from thousands of artists and then used to mimic their styles and trademarks without compensation or credit. The same has happened with authors too. It’s considered to be pretty dodgy and shady overall - would you be willing to not use AI images for your works? A lot of artists (me included) are happy to draw art of their favourite fics for free if an author puts out a request, but seeing AI art turns me away altogether because it’s violating to artists and sends a message that our hardwork is only worth what can be gained by stealing it. In the end - no hate or hardship intended, just seeking to put the word out there, and all the best to you boss o7

Yeah, when I used the Lensa App all those months ago, I didn’t realize what it was taking from. I’ve since stopped using it. Thanks for spreading awareness.

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Hey hoo! Is "Ichor and Pomegranate" still something you're writing? Because I absolutely love it. Amazing plot, the characters are well rounded. 

I don't wanna be annoying, just looking forward to the next chapter, 'specially cause it was a cliffie!

It completely is. Going to be continued along with my two other stories. Seeing as how I’m currently in the middle of my fifth work-travel appointment for this month, and completely disenchanted by life right now, all of my stories are on delay until I can get back into a better spot mentally. Sometimes, my job beats me down, and if it’s a real treat, life adds a stone of its own.

I’ll be back soon. Scout’s honor.

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When the whole AO3 debacle prevents me from reading my favorite fic 😭

Seriously though Ichor and Pomegranate is amazing!

Oh, god. Thank you so much. It is on FF but I understand the loyalty to AO3.

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Literally the highlight of my month. I apparently work best when being threatened. It’s coming I swear! 😂

If the author of Ichor And Pomegranate is reading this, I have a message :

Update it pls or I will send you a bomb

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15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by the wonderful @pearlypairings

Are you named after anyone?

I was told for most of my life that I wasn’t. My mother said that my dad heard it somewhere and suggested it. When I was 23, he let it slip that it was actually an ex-girlfriend’s name but he always remembered it for how unique it was. My dad didn’t realize my mom was in the house, so we both just hear, “What?!”

Damn, dad. Take that shit to the grave next time.

Do you have kids?

Noooooo! I am the oldest of eight children. I have raised enough children from the baby sitting years combined. We were like a gang, man. A carton of weird eggs.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not at all. I only write kid-friendly fics too. My priest would be proud.

When was the last time you cried?

Two weeks ago when I sat in my 12-step group. One day at a time, people.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their hands. You can tell a lot from the mannerisms in the hands.

Eye color?

Hazel

What sports do you/have you played?

Softball and Track and Field.

Any special talents?

Not sure what qualifies as special. I can jury rig things on the fly. I often find myself just looking around a room to see what I could make. One time the downstairs neighbor’s kid put his arm through a window and cut himself very badly. I put together a tourniquet from a looped pillowcase and a wooden spoon.

Where were you born?

San Diego, CA

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

There’s a difference?!

Do you have any pets?

A cat who is a chubby terrorist named Gerald. I got him from a program called Pets Who Work. The local animal shelter signs up businesses who will allow a cat to roam their shop and they are show cased for adoption. So, I got Gerald from my favorite video game store.

How tall are you?

6’0”

What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, CrossFit, and video games.

Favorite subject in school?

Drama class. The real studious answer, lol.

Dream Job?

ER Physician. That was always the goal but I was terrified of the med school debt.

I am tagging @jillbert-weskertine @aeshnacyanea2000 @doctor-hannibal-wesker & anyone else who wants to participate, please share!

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Ichor and Pomegranate

Ichor and Pomegranate by Nspired1

Disclaimer: Imagines created through an AI app.

Fandoms:Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)  

"Morning," she called in greeting.

"Look at that smile," Chris tossed out with his arms crossing over his chest. "Thought you weren't a morning person?"

"Today is different," she said casually, ignoring the shift Wesker did from the corner of her eye.

Lieutenant Branagh seemed to catch it though, but he hid his laugh as a cough into his hand.

"First ride along?" Chris tilted his head while he surveyed her joy.

"I've been in wars in different countries," Jill replied with a jut of her hip. "How bad could it be?"

"Don't let her get away with anything today," Lieutenant Branagh said to Wesker before the man gave him a friendly knock to his shoulder.

"I never do," Captain Wesker toned in that bored drawl.

"Yikes," Chris said before he too began to walk past with the lieutenant. "You really are jinxing it today, Valentine."

With a grin toward her point man, Jill watched as the two men exited the garage and suddenly she was alone with her captain once more. When she finally turned to meet his covered eyes, he still had a slight scowl across his features.

"Am I driving, sir?" she asked with a light tone of innocence.

"Get in the car," he ordered before tossing the keys up the air for her to catch.

The inside of the patrol car was clean and still smelled of that plastic aroma that harbored itself in new cars when the materials were off gassing. The CAD computer sat on a swivel mechanism between her and Wesker while small chirps from the radio on the console caught her attention.

"Your assessment begins now and will end at 1900," Wesker said when she finished buckling herself in.

Truth be told, Jill knew of this type of pressure. While training with Delta Force, she had done something similar with a home rigged with explosives out in Fort Brag, North Carolina. Granted that test only lasted an hour and had a much higher chance of failure, but the nerves felt somewhat the same.

This scenario was altogether different though. Unlike at Fort Brag, she knew the man beside her was not looking to fail her, but he would be fair in his assessment. If she messed up today, she knew she'd be reprimanded to the tenth degree or even fired depending on the given scenario.

Maybe Chris was right; she really was chancing her luck today.

Squaring her shoulders, Jill took a deep breath and allowed that soldier's mind to slow the heart rate thumping in her chest and her fingers to steady. With a glance at the unit's dash card, Jill reached for the radio and turned the volume knob up to an appropriate level.

"Unit 12 to dispatch," she hailed in a strong voice. "Code 10-8." Unit in service.

"Copy, Unit 12," a smooth female voice echoed back. "Stage on Ema Street, south of Warren Stadium for the event."

The event was only a few streets from the station.

"Unit 12, copy," Jill returned before she set the radio back on the dash and put the car into reverse. "What's the event today?" She threw her gaze over her shoulder and backed out into the space of the garage.

"Raccoon's version of Oktoberfest," Captain Wesker replied beside her with some disdain.

"Not a fan?" she asked with a glance over at him before she pulled up to the gate and drove the vehicle out into the street.

"Hardly, Valentine.”

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Ichor and Pomegranate, Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Image used with permission by artist Practical Al Ichor and Pomegranate by Nspired1

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Pairing: Jill Valentine/Albert Wesker Features: Chris Redfield, Marvin Branagh, Brian Irons, the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team (Resident Evil), the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team (Resident Evil), Kevin Ryman, Wes Drucker, Elliot Edward, Claire Redfield, Rita Phillips, Original Characters, Tags: Partners in Crime, Crime Scenes, Murder Mystery, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Human Albert Wesker, Good Albert Wesker, Well sort of, Fuck it, Flirting, Young Jill Valentine, Eventual Smut, Albert Wesker Being an Asshole, Crime Scene Details, Angst, Checking Out Your Superior, Power Dynamics, Police humor, Police Procedural, Bitter brand fluff, Eventual Romance, Pining, Slow Burn, Kevin Ryman is my wingman Chapter 11: Those Who Set a Table for Fortune

There was something different in his face, something off and without thinking about it, Jill tilted her head and studied him for a moment without answering.

The silence that lengthened between them was oddly peaceful while she thought.

He still had on his sunglasses, which was an oddity for him in his own home. Even the office only had one domed light within the space, and it cast shadows across both of their faces.

"What is it?" Wesker asked as he leaned forward slightly and brought his right hand to rest along his thigh. He still wore his black gloves and ever so gently, his four fingers rubbed against his thumb in a circular motion while he watched her.

"Captain, as impeccable as you are with reading silences, you do have some of your own tells," she answered next.

"Do I?" he mused before his thumb and forefinger paused. As if he already knew.

"Mhm," she continued, daring to reach her hand forward to grab his. "They used to train me to hunt men like you, you know."

The button to his right leather glove popped gently in her fingers while she lifted her eyes to where she thought his were behind the sunglasses.

With her fingers pulling the glove off slowly, she continued, "Men who yell, threaten, and make noise either go for distraction or display." Her smile was a closed envelope "Either suits me. If I could hear them, I could find them." The glove dropped to the floor.

"But you, captain?" The button for his left glove came undone. "I have to find you, and when I do, I simply watch." The skin of his palms was calloused as the pads of her fingers trailed after the material. "And what I see is sometimes the loudest of them all."

His fingers enclosed over hers before she could pull it back.

They sat facing one another in their chairs. Captain Wesker leaned forward further, and she didn't think she imagined the husky tone that came next.

"And what do you see?"

"You're in pain," she answered before her hand pulled from his and she slowly reached up for the sunglasses.

When he caught her wrist, she flinched from the speed but relaxed when she heard his exhale.

"Don't." He lowered her hand from his face. "Full marks for perception. You've found me at a disadvantage, but surely a headache isn't all you've figured out."

"No," she agreed with a pointed look that flashed his way. "But I'd rather see your eyes when I tell you that."

"I'm sure you would," he obliged in a drawl before he released her arm. "Let me see your reports."

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lil role reverse au for shits n giggles ^^