#Albert Wesker x OC

[sagetoadtea]

Someone got caught snooping…

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Yandere Albert Wesker x Female Reader Pt. 2

“What’s that look on your face for? You finally free.” Your friend said, trying to reassure you that Wesker wasn’t going to hurt you anymore.

You let out a laugh. You looked at her. “I’m his experiment. That should be more than enough to look for me.” She sighed. Y/N is right.

“Then we’ll make it hard for him to locate you.” You nodded. “Of course. I’m not backing down without a fight.” The next time I see him will be him on his knees. Pleading for mercy.

“She’s escaped. Project 193 has left the building.” Dr. Young exclaimed. Wesker ignored him. He saw the footage. He was impressed. The T-virus was working. “We need to call it in.” He shook his head. “Project 193 belongs to me. No need to call it in.” She’s mine to claim.

“Focus on the following project. Don’t waste my time.” Dr. Young swallowed the lump in his throat. “Of course.” He left.

“My dear Y/N. Enjoy your little trip.” He smirked. Everything went according to plan. With the help of that friend. He needed you out so the committee wouldn’t have a say over you. The agreement was if you escaped from the facility, he would be granted ownership over Project 193. In other words, you belonged to him.

He took out the device from his pocket. It was beeping. A evil grin appeared on his face. A red dot was moving. “It doesn’t matter if you hide, I’ll always know where you are.” He laughed. Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on your face when we meet again.

“Enjoy your freedom while it lasts.” Especially with that friend of yours. She’ll be a great zombie.

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DEAD MAN WALKING

Series Summary: In February 2005, Captain Hunter Delaney is tragically killed in action on a BSAA mission in Northern Canada. After their death, scientists and BSAA agents related to the mission start to die. Albert Wesker intends to find out who is killing them, hoping to use this stranger to his advantage. Rating: Mature Warnings: Canon typical violence, Body Horror, and unethical experimentation on humans. Mentions of a corpse, death, and torture. This is a horror fic with eventual romance; you have been warned. If I need to tag for anything else, please let me know.  Words: 3,341 words.  Author's Note: Chapter title comes from Placebo's Infra-Red. I didn’t mean to take this long between the first chapter and the second chapter. Good news is that I hope to have another chapter out for you at the beginning of November.  AO3

CHAPTER 2: FORGET YOUR RUNNING, I WILL FIND YOU

A few months later…

Albert parks the black Mercedes in front of the two-story brick house. Hidden out of the way in this idyllic neighborhood, the quaint home was perfect for someone portraying himself as a simple family man. It was a terrible hiding place if you were Dr. Jeremy Fuller, a man stupid enough to steal from Albert Wesker. Perhaps, Jeremy wanted something familiar, knowing he was living on stolen time. From time to time, animals had been known to crawl back to their hovels, seeking comfort in their impending death. Jeremy must be like them; he certainly was as pathetic as a dying animal. Stepping out of the sedan, Albert closes the car door behind him, striding toward the front door.

Wait…He stops in his tracks, eyes narrowing behind dark shades. The red front door is open, showing no signs of forced entry. Had Jeremy already left with his family, hoping to avoid Albert? Or was poor, naive Jeremy simply setting a trap for him? Albert quietly tuts, shaking his head. Jeremy was only prolonging his suffering. The more annoyed Albert was, the more he would draw out Jeremy’s demise. He silently stalks towards the front door, hand slipping beneath his long, black coat, resting on his Samurai Edge.

Pushing the door open, Albert keenly listens for the sound of movement inside the home. He only hears the slow drip of a faucet, most likely from one of the upstairs bathrooms. The home is unnaturally quiet, devoid of any life. As he steps inside, Albert glances around the doorway, noticing the small unusual details, particularly that there were no signs of a frantic exit. Men’s dress shoes and a leather messenger bag are left by the door, presumably by Jeremy in preparation for his day at work. Albert kneels, inspecting the bag more. Jeremy’s laptop is still there. He must not have run, not at least without the laptop. Now, Albert had only one question: where was Jeremy?   

Starting his slow ascent up the stairs in the foyer, Albert eyes the family photos on the beige wall. Each photo is of Jeremy and his family, Jeremy looking so proud. He scoffs at Jeremy’s foolish pride. Relationships were weaknesses to be exploited. Albert used spouses, children, siblings, and grandparents to advance his agenda. People were so easy to manipulate, especially when they had someone to care about. One of the photos, a photograph of Jeremy and his family at breakfast, brings a memory back to Albert’s mind.

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Albert unlocks the door to the Birkin home, stepping inside. Will gave him the key the moment Will and Annette had moved into the house. Albert pulls his boots off, dropping his bag beside them. Hearing the sounds of Sherry’s laughter, Albert heads towards the kitchen, wondering what mischief Sherry and William have gotten into now.

As he reaches the kitchen, Will turns, spotting and smiling at him. “Hey Al! Here for breakfast, huh?”

“Uncle Al!” Sherry exclaims, excitement shining brightly in her blue eyes. She runs over, hugging him tightly. After Will and Annette, Albert was Sherry’s third favorite person. She spent almost as much time with him as with her parents, which wasn’t much.

“Good morning, Sherry,” Albert greets her, petting Sherry’s head as she fondly releases him. He shakes his head. “No, I’m here to make sure you go to the lab today. We have more work to do.”

Will groans. “We would have more time if you didn’t have to play pretend with S.T.A.R.S.”

“That isn’t my choice. Spencer needs a man inside,” Albert replies, sliding a chair out and taking a seat next to Sherry, as she sits, vibrating with excitement, “We won’t have to do this much longer.”

“I hope so,” Will grumbles from the kitchen.

“Albert.” Annette greets him coolly as she strides into the kitchen.

“Annette.” Turning to Sherry, Albert asks, “How was school this week?” He catches Will giving him a ‘You got yourself into this’ look as Annette smirks.

Smiling brightly, Sherry launches into a long-winded explanation of how she aced her test, beating everyone in her class. As Albert takes in the simple domestic scene around him, he can’t help but feel slightly at peace here with his friends and their daughter.

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A low growl escapes Albert as he shakes the silly memory from his head. He never asked Will if he regretted marrying Annette and having Sherry. Something like that would have been an off-topic subject for lifelong friends. Besides, Albert knew the answer. Annette and Sherry had been a weakness, costing Will his life. Even if Albert longed for the companionship of another, no one would be his equal, especially not after his transformation.

As Albert makes his way to the master bedroom, he passes the other rooms of the home, occasionally glancing towards the bedrooms. Jeremy’s son’s bedroom, Alan, looked as if he planned to return that afternoon. So did the daughter’s, Lizzie’s, bedroom. Interesting.

Reaching the master bedroom, Albert silently pushes the door open, surveying the room. No one waits for him in hiding, the bedroom completely empty. On the neatly made bed, Albert spies a yellow legal pad, a ballpoint pen lying beside it. Striding over, Albert picks up the pad, noting the deeply indented words marked on the paper. Narrowing his eyes, he notes that it is Jeremy’s handwriting, hastily scrawled, almost as if it were under duress. It appears to be a list of names, with the final name circled: Dr. Charles Griffin. Placing the legal pad down, Albert questions what Dr. Griffin had to do with this. As far as Albert was concerned, Dr. Griffin was an annoyance. An idiot masquerading as a genius. Dr. Griffin, delusional, believed his work would change the world. That honor would belong to Albert alone.  

Looking to his left, Albert notices the door to the master bathroom is slightly ajar. He approaches the bathroom, the damp carpet squelching under his feet as he nears the door. Albert raises a blond eyebrow, slowly pushing the door open. The tan bathroom tiles are slick with water as the tub faucet drips. Turning slowly, Albert finds the body of Jeremy Fuller, hands zip-tied behind his back as he kneels in front of the tub, face submerged. Fury rises in Albert as he stomps over to the dead body. Grabbing Jeremy by the collar, Albert pulls him out of the water, confirming it’s really the man he was looking for. He is going to kill whoever did this. If someone killed Jeremy, they were most likely after his sample. And Albert Wesker did not take kindly to thieves.

He releases Jeremy, who flops back face first into the water as it splashes over the edge of the tub. Stomping out of the bedroom, Albert swipes the legal pad from the bed, hoping that he isn’t too late to recover what belongs to him. If it was, this thief should hope that someone else gets to them first.

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SLAM! His gloved fist dents the desk, pure fury pulsing through Albert’s veins. Everything, all of it, was gone. Jeremy’s monitors and towers were riddled with bullet holes, rendering whatever information Albert might get useless. The refrigerator, containing some samples, was a hollow husk, a grenade thrown in it first before someone deemed it appropriate to riddle it with bullet holes. It was all gone, including the stolen sample. A low growl escapes him, anger threatening to consume him. No. Albert was smarter than this. There had to be a clue about who had destroyed Jeremy’s lab.

As he heads back towards the stairs to the main level, he catches sight of a small door, slightly ajar. Pushing the door open, Albert finds a monitor hooked up to the security cameras, focusing on the outside of the property. He smirks, knowing that this might be the clue he needs. Flipping through the footage for a few minutes, Albert finds who he thinks might be responsible. The monitor’s grainy footage shows a tall figure approaching the property. They look up towards the camera, dark bangs peeking out from the red hood of their black and red sweatshirt. Most of their face is covered, most likely to protect their identity from anyone who would come after them. Someone like Albert Wesker. The figure is too far from the camera to make out any real identifying features. It’s also several feet up, well above anything that a normal human could reach. The stranger will most likely use their gun to destroy the camera.

Within the blink of an eye, the figure crosses the lawn, now in front of the camera. The stranger leaps up, face coming close to the camera. He briefly notices their faded green eyes, freckles splattered across their face, and a scar on the bridge of their nose, peaking out from underneath the mask. Eyes narrowed, the figure reaches for the camera, and the footage suddenly ends. Interesting. If the footage is correct, this individual shows a heightened capacity for speed and jump beyond any human. Were they infected? Possibly. He couldn’t decide either way until he had absolute proof. However, he did always wonder if there were others like Alex and himself, especially with abilities like his own. Most who underwent the transformation of their viruses were monsters, slaves to their own madness, and whoever held the other end of their leash. A small flicker of hope lodges itself in his chest, feeling slightly more optimistic. But he could not get too optimistic; he needed more proof.  

After copying the footage of the mysterious stranger, Albert heads back up to the main floor. He walks towards Jeremy’s messenger bag, wondering if he may find more information there. Kneeling by the bag, Albert rifles through it, finding Jeremy’s work cell phone. He smirks as he flips it open. The cell phone beeps, indicating someone left a voice-mail. Albert presses play, an unfamiliar voice speaking aloud:

“Jeremy, where are you? Dr. Ortiz is going to have your head on a pike! Please tell me you didn’t take up that psychopath, Griffin, up on his offer. I know he’s your old boss, but he isn’t worth it! Especially with those samples of that dead BSAA Agent!” Albert hears shouting in the background, presumably Dr. Ortiz. “Fuck, just get in here Jeremy!”

Dead BSAA Agent? Samples? The mystery thickens, and Albert wonders how this mysterious stranger fits in with the dead BSAA Agent. Revenge for a lost loved one, perhaps? But what need would they have to destroy Jeremy’s work? And what role did Dr. Griffin play in all of this?

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Illuminated by the glow of the screen, Albert flicks through the Umbrella archives, courtesy of the Red Queen. Umbrella has little on Jeremy or Dr. Griffin. Jeremy appears to be one of Dr. Griffin’s known associates, an interesting coincidence. Umbrella has little information on his work but indicated that it would be a strategic move to recruit Dr. Griffin and his team. In fact, they appeared to be recruiting him when Raccoon City fell, taking Umbrella along with it. How unfortunate for them. His file did note that Dr. Griffin may need to be dealt with, especially if he refused their offer to take another opportunity at one of their competitors. The end of the file notes Dr. Griffin and his teams’ attempt to work on something to rival the Progenitor virus. An interesting note, clearly still unsuccessful.

Steepling his fingers, Albert wonders if Dr. Griffin finished his work on the virus. Was he successful? And how did this stranger relate to it? Were they cleaning up Dr. Griffin’s mess, on his or his employer’s payroll? Or were they working for someone else, a simple pawn on the chessboard? And what role did the dead BSAA agent play in all of this? No matter, Albert would make the stranger an offer they could not refuse. And if they did refuse? He would make sure they were removed from the game permanently. However, he needs to find the individual, and Dr. Griffin was his only lead.

A preliminary search shows that Dr. Griffin is under the watchful eyes of the BSAA. Interesting. What had the good doctor done to bring the BSAA down on him?

Getting into the BSAA files was easy. Agencies, like the BSAA, were always behind when it came to security, and like every other major player, Albert had his own men within the BSAA. Finding Dr. Griffin’s file, a photo of the man appears. Dr. Griffin frowns in his photo, pretending to portray a serious yet misunderstood genius. He snorts; Will was a genius, not this fraud. Dr. Griffin’s file lists his work, noting that he may be a serious threat. Albert smirks; Dr. Griffin is nothing compared to him.

He moves on to Dr. Griffin’s work, much of which is mediocre. Yet, Dr. Griffin’s current research sparks his curiosity as Albert pulls up a video, a recording of one of Dr. Griffin’s test subjects. A man in his late twenties-early thirties paces around the cell, clearly in distress.  “What did you do to me?” He wheezes, swaying as he paces back and forth. Something grumbles, and the man groans, hunching over as something ripples along his spine. Albert leans closer, inspecting the subject closer. Is-Is something moving beneath his skin? Fascinating. “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?” He screams, a melodramatic shriek of pain. Another howl escapes him, and the subject mutates, bones cracking and skin ripping as he evolves. The subject writhes as his body transforms, movement eventually ceasing. A few seconds later, the subject moves, imperceptible to the human eye. His movements increase, the subject rising to its feet, two long appendages protruding from its wrists. The mutation marred the subject’s face, his body distorted from the transformation. It had turned him into a tyrant, not dissimilar to the ones Albert had worked on at Umbrella. The Tyrant looks up at the camera. With a quick motion, it whips one of the appendages, causing the video feed to cut out.

Disappointing. Dr. Griffin’s virus clearly needed more work, more than Dr. Griffin could ever hope to achieve. He pulls up the report regarding the BSAA’s capture of Dr. Griffin. The report lists five members as part of the team who arrested Dr. Griffin:

Agent Arthur Edwards-Alive Agent Patrick Hoffman-Alive Agent Natasha Russell-Alive Agent Kevin Zhu-Alive Captain Hunter Delaney-Deceased

Albert raises an eyebrow. Is Captain Delaney the dead BSAA agent that Jeremy’s colleague referred to in his voicemail? He searches Captain Delaney, pulling up their file, only to be greeted with a familiar pair of faded green eyes. In their file photo, Captain Delaney wears a confident smile, proud of their work. Albert snorts. What a fool. The BSAA was exactly like the entities it swore to fight. It was bloated by corruption, infected with spies from numerous organizations. His thoughts return to Captain Delaney, noting the two scars on their freckled face. Across the bridge of their nose runs a deep scar, only to be outdone by a large, gnarled scar on the left side of their lip. The scar on their nose seems similar to the one of the mysterious stranger.

Captain Delaney’s file notes that they had a promising career in the U.S. Air Force until a B.O.W. attack in Belgium in 1999. Thanks to the Captain’s leadership, their team made it out alive with a few civilian survivors, but something changed in Captain Delaney. Reports from their superiors note their warnings about bioterrorism, starting to become a pain in Leadership’s side. Captain Delaney seemed smart enough to recognize the potential threat that bioterrorism would become. Yet, they decided to play for the wrong side, leaving the Air Force to join the BSAA in 2002. If the U.S. Government was willing to let them go during the beginning of the war on terror, Captain Delaney must have kicked up quite a stir. What had occurred during the mission with Dr. Griffin that led to Captain Delaney’s untimely death?

Scrolling down to the mission reports, Albert opens Agent Arthur Edwards’ report, Captain Delaney’s second in command. Agent Edwards writes in his report: “Captain Delaney was infected by Dr. Charles Griffin with the prototype of his virus. Dr. Griffin informed the team that there was no hope for curing Captain Delaney. Captain Delaney’s infection progressed, and they started to mutate. To protect the team and ensure no further infection, I acted, terminating Captain Delaney. Due to my quick actions, no other members of the team were infected.”

Infected? Interesting. The figure in the grainy video showed no similarities to Dr. Griffin’s previous test subject. They appeared in perfect health, seeming mostly human. That was assuming that it even was Captain Delaney infected with the prototype virus. Glancing over at the yellow legal pad, Albert notes the names. All scientists who worked on the virus that killed Captain Delaney. This stranger was after Dr. Griffin’s team and most likely, Dr. Griffin, himself.

He mulls over the idea of this stranger being the dead Captain Delaney. Albert could not discount the physical similarities between the deceased Captain Delaney and the stranger. It would also mean there was another like him and Alex. Would they be as strong as he was? As fast? Albert’s mind races with many possibilities, eager to meet another tyrant like himself. So many of the other tyrants were rudimentary, animalistic creatures acting on pure instinct. None were the next step of humanity’s evolution like him. He smirks, knowing it was imperative to find this individual as soon as possible. The BSAA would have no idea what to do with a subject of this value, and Albert could not risk the chance that a rival corporation would get their hands on this individual. Albert would do whatever is necessary to gain the loyalty of this individual, possibly being too rare to eliminate if they were like him.

Taking out his cell phone, Albert dials a number. The phone rings a few times before the Lady in Red answers. “Wesker?” Ada Wong asks, her voice controlled. Yet he notes the slightest hint of nervousness. Did she think that Albert had finally come for her, to end her once and for all?

“Ada Wong,” He greets pleasantly, in control, “Long time, no talk.”

“It’s been a while,” She replies, slightly on edge.

While Albert would love to play with Ada, something more important was at stake. “I have a mission for you.”

“What do you want, Wesker? I’m already working on another mission.”

“I’m willing to double what your current employer is paying you. This mission is a priority. And,” Albert stresses, ”You owe me.”

Ada swallows nervously over the phone. “You must be desperate if you’re willing to up my fee,” She tries to play off her fear, but Albert knows she will obey, “What is this mission?”

“I need you to find someone. They may be dead.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “You need me to retrieve a dead person? What’s the catch?”

Clever girl, he thinks. Ada was always able to look past the bigger picture. Yet, it was a double-edged sword, especially when it came to that annoyance, Leon Kennedy. “This dead person may have killed someone: a Dr. Jeremy Fuller. I need you to bring them to me. If you bring this dead person in quietly, you will receive a bonus. I’ll also overlook your little indiscretion.”

“Deal.” No hesitation in Ada’s voice.

“Good. I will send you the information. I expect you to bring me results.”

“Don’t worry, I always deliver.” Ada hangs up, leaving him alone in the silence of the dark room.

Anticipation rises in Albert at the thought of Ada bringing Captain Delaney to him. If Albert was right about Captain Delaney being alive, they would be of great value to his research, but an even greater ally. He would make them one, no matter the cost.

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Some Wesker headcanons that live in my head rent-free will include SFW and NSFW romantic and normal 🪷

Day to day

-he is a proper English user and is proud of it. Does not like to use contractions and will only use them when he is angry/ pissed the fuck off

-he loves classical music and jazz when he is feeling in the mood. If he had a partner, he would not complain about the music they listen too.

-he is thorough about personal health and hygiene. Clean shaven, showers before bed, uses a antibacterial soap and washes his hands for 40 seconds each time ( he is a virologist after all. he knows how bacteria and viruses spread)

-At the same time he is not a germaphobe or neat freak but will keep everything nice and organized

-he has a strict routine he follows and only makes time for his partner even if it is just a small kiss or a light caress in the hall

- he has two colognes he uses one is a vanilla sandalwood and musk he custom orders and for just around the house he uses Noir from Bath and Body Works (gift from partner)

- in his downtime, he goes over research With his partner's head on his lap or takes care of his Samurai Edge by doing maintenance and properly cleaning each component. It is after all his main firearm.

Relationship HC

Pet names- love, dearest, dearheart, and a flower that represents you ex: my determined gladiolus, my innocent carnation, my precious lotus (I use the third in my wesker fanfic)

-he is not much of a cuddle bug but if he is laying in bed with his partner he will hold them close and not let go

-isn't overly affectionate but will make time to see his partner throughout the day just to whispered sweet nothings to you

-partner fell first and both argued about who fell harder to be honest you both fell equally as hard

-if some one made his partner cry there would be Hell to pay and he would make sure of it

- he is not a fan of cooking but will do it to spoil his partner and would cook with them to spend a little extra time with them

-he is tease but not a heavily physical one he knows how to use each work to its full advantage and can get his partner dripping with just a few sentences

-will occasionally do small bets with his partner be it who wins in a sparring match or who can pick up the house faster.

NSFW

-he is a Dom without a fucking doubt

-enjoys seeing his partner tied or chained up and will sit infront of them just admiring them

-He doesn't think of himself as kinky but rather he is willing to try most things to bring his partner pleasure

-he does know he has a breeding kink especially if his partner was accepted by a virus. He will cum in his partner seventy-five percent of the time and the thought drives him feral

-prefers the master servant/ pet relationship side of bdsm. If his partner was in S.T.A.R.S. with him he would indulge in captain/ rookie play

-has a special choker or collar made for his partner for when he ties them up it's a sign of ownership and that his his alone

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Phantom!Wesker AU

No thoughts, head empty. Only Phantom!Wesker having a McHurty.

[scarletlove2]

Yippee mood bored for more useless stuff

Resident evil👇

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Peaky blinders👇

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[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by the wonderful and talented @carlosoliveiraa (thank you, hun).

Since I'm working on multiple WIPs at a time, I'll share a few. Below are snippets from The Highest Cost (The Lost Boys), Sweet Revenge (Beetlejuice), Love Me Bitterly (Hazbin Hotel), Future On Hold (Final Fantasy XVI), Where the Tainted Kiss (Far Cry 3), and Rapture (Resident Evil). Please enjoy.

The Highest Cost (David x OC)

“I just want to figure out why my dreams are linked to this town. There is something here, and they're trying to show me what.” 

Cadence scoffed. “If we stay here, we might die. Don't you think that's what they mean?”

Even after telling her at the hospital about David’s statement about her dreams being linked to her, she could not understand why Cadence wanted to leave. Did she not want to help her? What if the visions went away. She could be free of them. Yes, she was right about the danger, but Mia did not care. She was so close to the truth. 

David would understand. 

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she immediately felt selfish. Was it her future she wanted to know more about? Or David. 

Sweet Revenge (Betelgeuse x OC)

The persistent honk-honk of a beat-up Accord speeding up the washed-out driveway woke Lilah from a dreamless nap. It was a strange belief that the dead could fall asleep, one that came as a shock four months ago when she first did it. But what really shook her was when she woke to find herself floating 24 inches off the floor. 

Love Me Bitterly (Adam x OC)

“Did you see who claimed the VIP seats?” Lita asked. 

Marcella clasped the necklace and then hummed. 

“No. I was just focused on getting here.”

Tossing her soft lavender hair over her shoulder, Lita motioned for her to follow and led her to the mouth of the tent. Seated in the VIP section, at the front of the stage, were a ‘Seraphim’, and two ‘Archangels’. Marcella widened her eyes in shock. One in particular made her heart race. 

“Azrael is here.” She could not believe it. 

Future On Hold (Cidolfus 'Cid' Telamon x OC)

“I don't want to sound pessimistic, but there is a reason the Deadlands are inhabitable.”

“For all we know,” Cid retorted. “No damn fool has ever tried to settle in it.” 

Eirene frowned. 

“Is the cause of the Blight not more important?”

“What do you reckon caused the Blight?” Cid asked. He sat the book down beside him and untied a pouch from his side, searching for a water crystal. 

Eirene had her theories, but she was not sure. 

“The Mothercrystals, I assume.”

Realizing that Cid might take offense, she tried to apologize. Quite a few Valistheans did not share her opinion, but luckily, the Lord Commander seemed to have an open mind. He merely snorted. 

“It makes the most sense, but until it's proven, making use of the Deadlands is the next best option.”

“And if we can not?” Eirene asked.

She was genuinely curious.

“Then we are doomed,” Cid answered grimly.

He believed that it was far too late, but he could not give up. With an initiated sigh, he poured the contents of the pouch onto the ground. The water crystal was missing.

“Fuck.”

Eirene sighed. She understood a little, but it was a fool’s errand. At least someone was doing something. She sighed and brought her hand out over the turned earth, materializing a sphere of water. Gently small drops wet the soil. 

A scolding grunt from Cid made her grin.

“Someone has to do it.” 

“Brat,” Cid retorted. 

Where the Tainted Kiss (Vaas Montenegro x OC)

“You want my fucking attention, huh?” Vaas asked. Even with a gun pointed at him, his eyes showed no fear. It was like he did not believe she would do it. “Come on. Show me how much of a badass you've become. ¡Muéstrame! ¡Vamos! (Show me! Come on)!”

Liv tightened her jaw. She was not afraid of him, but her hands trembled. Angry tears poured down her heated cheeks. She had him right where she wanted him. He was at her mercy, and yet she was hesitant. But why? He pushed her to this. He made her into a monster.

Rapture (Vampre Albert Wesker x OC)

Tossing aside the dust jacket, she took the ledger back to Dylan and squatted beside him, showing him the pages.

“What is this?”

“Fuck you,” Dylan rasped. 

His voice was coming back. The extract was slowing his regenerative abilities, but he still was not able to move much, aside from his head. 

Aria sighed in annoyance.

“Even in death, you lot are stubborn. Look…I know you're not scared of me. But you are scared of someone. This shitshow is going tits up as soon as I make the call, and you know who is not going to be happy. What I'm doing to you is gonna seem like a tickle compared to what he's gonna do.”

“I don't know who you are talking about,” Dylan retorted. 

Something in his voice seemed genuine. Perhaps he didn't know who he was dealing with.

“I feel sorry for you, I do. You'll find out soon enough.”

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[weskerpounder]

hi. redraw

[stellahaze135]

I had this thought and thought it was kinda interesting

I love me some ‘Father Wesker’ or ‘Priest Wesker’ or particularly in this case ‘Satanic/Cult Leader Father Wesker’. I really like the idea of instead of going full tilt annihilation, he reunites with Alex and they create a Cult of Ouroboros at Alex’s base on the remote island in Eastern Europe they become ‘Father’ and ‘Mother Superior’.

Where they’re secretly cultivating and perfecting their ‘chosen ones’ by hacking into DNA databases and cross referencing every file pretty much known to man with those who will bond well with Ouroboros. Then going out and recruiting those people into their cult.

[crowwritesaway]

Albert Wesker x Reader Pt. 1

“It’s funny. For someone I’m used to seeing so undefeated.” Albert thought, grinning as he stared at you.

You were locked inside a room. You stared at the people in lab coats. They were busy taking notes on your behavior. They were trying to see how you were reacting to the T- virus.

So far, you were dozing off. Nothing made sense. You didn’t understand what was happening. You had no relocation of what happened before. Where am I? Who are they? What the hell is going on? You huffed, slamming a hand down on the floor.

Wesker’s eyes flashed. She’s probably asking herself all the wrong questions. All in due time.

“Any drastic change.” He asked, the scientists that observed you. “Her body seems to be accepting the t- virus.”

Albert smiled. “Excellent. Proceed the next course of action.” The scientists nodded. Dr. Young called in someone to bring in Subject X.

Meanwhile, you shook your head. You felt your body jerk. The machine that monitored your body beeped. You gritted your teeth. You felt agitated. Tense. In pain. You aimed your glare at the shadows.

“What’s happening?” “Uhh, it appears that she’s angry.” A young scientist said, gripping on her clipboard. “Obviously. It’s her primary instincts. Rage. Wonder. Agony.” Albert told them, looking at you with a proud smile. “As long as she makes it through this round. We’ll have the next opponent for Alice.” Albert said, narrowing his eye at the thought of Alice. She’ll never see this coming. You would be stronger, faster, and better than her.

Some growling was heard along with shuffling. There were two guard holding onto chains. Attached to those chains was a zombie. His outfit was torn and had blood splattered across. He had a bag over his head. The only thing keeping him from snatching the chains was the drug that was administered which kept his violent behavior at a minimum.

Dr. Young entered a code. He was not worried about you escaping. The facility was located underground. Even if you did make it outside, there was nowhere for you to go.

You heard the doors open. You pulled yourself up. You staggered moving forward. You vision was clearing up. What the fuck is that? Why is it chained? You moved around, observing the men as they carried that thing in?

The men threw the zombie inside the room and exited quickly. Dr. Young closed the doors.

The zombie shook his head. It clumsily reached up and fumbled a bit before taking the bag off his head.

You stared at the zombie with eyes wide. You have got to be kidding me. Albert crossed his arms. “Keep me alerted with any information that involves her. This is our key for humanity.” He ordered them before he walked off. Dr. Young and the scientists nodded.

The zombie growled, snapping his jaw as if to catch food. You bit your lip. What asshole did I piss off? The zombie moved closer to you. You looked around for anything that you could use as a weapon. You groaned. Nothing.

Clang. Clang. His chains. You noticed his chains. That’s it. He got near you. You swiftly avoided the hands that reached out to grab you. You quickly snatched the chains and tied them around the table. The zombie turned around, growling because he couldn’t move.

You stood a few steps away from him. He looked at you and turned away. You tilted your head. Is that normal? I mean…great. But, zombies aren’t supposed to ignore humans.

Dr. Young watched the interaction between you and the zombie. He laughed. A laugh that sounded sinister. Gleeful.

He scribbled a few notes. Undetected by Zombie. “Marvelous.” He thought, staring at you with wonder. Maybe there’s hope after all.

[psychoaciid]

Commission for @weskersdogboy 🐶

Thank you for supporting me with comms!!

[chrysalmora]

Adele & Albert but it's a redraw from movie Secretary (2002)

[forthevillains]

I’m wondering if anyone would be interested in a longer fanfic? I’ve been thinking a lot and got a few ideas, but I’m not really sure if anyone would be willing to read it so let me know! I could do both Wesker X reader and Wesker X oc depending on what you guys would prefer.