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dutiful-wildcraft · 3 months ago

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Dear Heart

STARS Era Wesker x F!OC

I know this isn't COD but sometimes other fandom bugs run up and bite me, had to get this little scene out of my head. Nothing serious, just some very mild angst and fluff. Enjoy <3

Ruby bites back angry tears as she checks the clock for a final time.

An hour has already passed, with no page, no call, nothing.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Wesker to be held up at the office, actually it was more common than not. Working between both Umbrella and STARS left the man with little time some weeks.

But they’d discussed this. A nice night in.

A date.

Something so simple yet so important to her.

They’re relationship had been tumultuous to say the least. The head of Umbrella’s Security having had a hard thumb on her since her snooping in the beginning. And what had started out as deceit and sneaking around had turned into late nights in the lab, Wesker’s firm palm against her back, finally meeting the STARS team.

And this. A planned dinner.

An opportunity to simply exist, be domestic. Enjoy a simple meal and a movie.

And he’d stood her up.

She’d called his private number in his STARS office, his personal phone.

Nothing.

She feels like an idiot. Thinking the man would humor her in this way. Sure he’d only kept tabs on her to protect Umbrella assets in the beginning, but she thought…

It occurs to her now that his charm with her could have easily been ruse. A way to keep her compliant, a less messy resolution than just outright disposing of her. It’s not like he hasn’t lied to her before. He’s more than dedicated, and he has plenty of reasons to keep his hands clean. He was Albert Wesker, one of Umbrella's head researchers and security captain, on top of being the city’s STARS captain.

Also a dick head, her brain adds hatefully.

And she was Ruby, a far too nosy mid-level Umbrella biologist who stuck her nose in something she shouldn’t have. Stupidly thinking her closeness with the captain was more than what it actually was. Security detail.

She huffs, shoving herself off of the couch.

She could at least treat herself, take a nice long shower and think about the Category 5 Ass Chewing she was going bestow upon the stuck up blonde in the morning. It wouldn’t take away the hurt, but at least she could make it clear she wasn’t spineless.

She puts away their dinner, and pours herself a heaping glass of wine, and leaves the glass she had taken out for him to rot on the counter.

She’s already stripped, parading around in a fluffy robe while she sets out her favorite combination of scented oils and lotions. She’s turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room when she hears a hard knock on her door.

She stomps out of the bathroom, not even bothering to check the peephole before swinging the door open.

She’s met with a face full of flowers, an intricate bouquet of roses and lilies in a gorgeous ornate glass vase. Silky red ribbon tied around the top with a small card. Behind the flower’s is one Albert Wesker, still clad in his tactical gear, a black bomber jacket with the STARS emblem on the shoulder tucked around him despite the lingering late summer heat.

“Absolutely not.” she snaps, hands on her hips as she looks him up and down.

Somewhere in her anger she notices something isn’t quite right, he looks sweaty, a small black smudge still lingering on his cheek, his sunglasses still in place despite it being late, but ignores it in favor or glaring.

He clears his throat briefly, shifting. “I apologize, I got caught-”

“I called. Several times, and paged.”

“There were circumstances out of my control.” he explains stiffly. “I received your calls after the fact.”

Her glare only intensifies. “I know you work over, but you could have said something. Anything really. You know if you didn’t want to do this you could have just told me so. I know you’re just trying to keep tabs on me, but you don’t have to toy with me like this.” she says. Small, bitter, she’d meant to be more mean.

She moves to close the door when a firm hand slams against it, and she swears she hears him grunt with the effort.

“If you would let me speak.” he says carefully, keeping a tight rein on his own frustration. “I have been late to very few things in my life, Doctor Martin, and this evening was certainly not supposed to be one of them.”

He pushes the door open, shouldering his way inside, with stiff movements and clicking the door shut behind him. He pushes the flowers into her arms and fixes her with a stern glare, one she can feel even behind the stupid sunglasses. He clears his throat again, laying into her with a voice just shy of hoarse. Why was he hoarse?

“Now. I was unable to return your call due to a city emergency. Alpha team was dispatched to assess the threat. Everything is secure now, but damage control took longer than anticipated. I don’t make promises I have no intentions of keeping.”

His tone drops lower, softer, yet still stern. “ I understand you have reasonable suspicion, but I would appreciate it if you had more faith in me than that.”

All the steam she had nearly billowing out of her ears seems to fade, and as much as she would like to grab a hold of it and hold on; remain steadfast and throw the cocky fuck out of her house, it sinks through her fingers like mist.

She clutches the flowers close to her chest, hiding her pout behind soft rose petals. She’s still frustrated, a bit embarrassed at her reaction, but willing to hear him out.

“You can stay for a minute, but we both have work in the morning.” she says stiffly, leaving him to stew while she turns on a heel, packing her flowers to the kitchen.

They really are beautiful, subtly fragrant. She pulls the little ribbon from around their stems and carefully adds water, resting the small card on her counter top when the tv catches her attention.

She watches the breaking headline flash across the screen over her kitchen counter. A dangerous hostage situation turned shootout just on the other side of town, an attempted bank robbery gone incredibly sideways. No casualties but multiple injuries to both officers and culprits.

She see’s none other than Barry Burton on her screen, the pseudo-lieutenant of the STARS Alpha team, giving a formal yet optimistic report of the evening’s events. In the background she spots a familiar blonde, sitting on the back steps of an ambulance, seemingly snapping angrily as a paramedic fusses with his left arm, a pool of darkness seeping through the navy sleeve of his uniform before the interview is cut short.

She blinks at the screen, pieces falling together in her little noggin. Slowly she rounds the corner, watches Wesker with wide eyes. His hand against her wall as he struggles to get off his tactical boots with one hand.

“Albert Wesker. Did you get shot?”

“Hmm?” he gives up his task, glancing at her with raised brows, as if she were the one asking confusing questions. A replay of the headline catches his attention. He watches the screen for a few moments before replying, utterly unphased.

“Ah yes, a few times.”

“A few-?? A few times??”

Her voice is shrill as she launches herself at him, batting his hands away from the stupid boots he insisted on trying to take off. Herding him across her apartment with a firm hand around his wrist, ranting the whole while.

"And you didn’t tell anyone?"

"They saw my injuries, it was nothing fatal, we wear vests for a reason Doctor Martin"

"And the bullet the vest didn’t catch?" she rounds on him, looking pointedly at the arm he refuses to move.

He sniffs, unbothered. "Panic makes people clumsy. The team looks to me for reassurance whether they mean to or not. If I were to react then the team would have been distracted. Compromising the entire operation.”

"Okay, sure, but instead of going to the hospital you came here?"

"I believe that’s obvious.”

"Albert Wesker."

"Correct"

Out of all of the men in Raccoon City…..

She pinches the bridge of her nose, bites back her snappy retorts as she guides him into her little bathroom, still foggy from her attempted shower.

She eases him onto the closed toilet seat, helps him ease out of the jacket, pulling it away from his good arm and then sliding the rest of the sleeve down his bad. Wincing where the blood seeping through his bandage had stuck to the interior.

With surprisingly gentle hands she pops the clasps of his tactical vest, easing either side away from his torso and resting it against the floor before helping him with the buttons of his shirt. She goes quiet as she tugs away the stiff navy fabric. Dark purple bruises have already bloomed across his pale chest in a mockery of craters, 3 to be exact, rippling out into sickly yellows and reds along his chest and stomach.

Her hands hover uselessly, seeking to comfort but too afraid to hurt him anymore than he already was. Instead she reaches for his glasses, pausing briefly for any argument before easing them off of his face, resting them on the counter before getting a better look at him.

She's met with those gorgeous silvery blues once again. Watching her keenly.

He looks exhausted, dark bruises already starting to stain the pale skin beneath his eyes. And she’s never felt like a bigger asshole, having doubted him and then snapped at him like a mad dog when he'd tried to make amends. Hiding literal bullet wounds just to see her.

“Let me grab some supplies” she sighs, slipping off down the hall to collect a med kit and painkillers.

She returns to find him sniffing curiously at her vanilla scented lotion, looking comically out of place amongst her soft lavender colored bathroom decor. He sets it down swiftly when she returns, turning back to her with the demeanor of the world's calmest patient.

With little preamble she eases him out of his shirt next, revealing the a blood soaked bandage along his bicep underneath.

As if she could be anymore frustrated with the man…

“This is just a big band-aid.” she snaps, looking back to him accusingly.

“It sufficed.”

“No. What would have sufficed would be letting the paramedics help you. I can almost bet you told the team you would drive yourself ” she rambles, using alcohol swabs to clean around the wound. Wesker hums, noncommittal, leans in closer to watch her face, warm breath ghosting across her cheeks, piercing blue eyes thoroughly distracting her from the task at hand.

“I had an appointment to make.” he says simply. She flicks her eyes over to his, searching tired blues for any signs of bullshit. What she sees is something soft, patient. An odd warmth that has her frozen in place for a moment, simply watching him watch her. She finally breaks away with a long suffering huff and grabs another clean swab.

Thankfully it wasn’t as ugly as it looked. The wound was still red and angry, lazily oozing blood as she tidied up the worst of it. A graze, a very, very, fortunate graze. One she thinks she can repair with a little focus and patience.

However, both of those are in short supply with the unnervingly calm captain beside her, shirtless and oddly obedient. She tries to avoid looking at his face, warning him softly before applying liquid stitch and assisting the closure with some butterfly bandages.

“I don’t know how you are simultaneously the most stubborn and patient man I have ever met. What if this was worse?” she frets. “Why didn't you just go to the hospital?.”

She's cut off when a gloved hand catches her chin. Warm lips pressing against her own, effectively shutting down whatever was coming next. It's soft, chaste. Gentle in a way she did not expect from the stoic captain.

He breaks away from her, those silvery blue eyes piercing her firmly into place.

"I have a doctor right here” he murmurs, lips still inches away from her own.

She’s dazed, blinking at him stupidly while a slow smirk creeps onto his face.

He kissed her.

Kissed her.

On purpose.

And she can’t tell if he’s just high on his own cocky supply or just cooked from blood loss with the way his smile makes his eyes crinkle.

“Not that kind of doctor” she breathes, brain scrabbling to say literally anything with his thumb brushing along her jaw the way it was. Eyes flickering between her eyes and lips.

“Is that so?” he murmurs, low and sweet, making her stomach flip as he tugs her back down again, lips moving slowly against her own.

What little resolve she had left crumbles to dust, lost in soft lips against hers, the warm scent of his cologne still clinging to him amongst the sweat and gunpowder. His other hand grabs her for purchase, warm palm curling into the plush of her thigh, tugging her in to stand between his legs.

It earns her a hum, Wesker smiling against her lips as she follows his lead easily. Gloved palm kneading the warm fat of her thigh like a pleased cat.

She wasn’t one to lose herself in most situations, but having Wesker wrapped around her was dizzying. His hands are achingly gentle yet demanding at the same time. Clever fingers guiding her like a puppet on a string.

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about kissing the man. As much as she had hated his guts at one point, he had grown on her. He was firm, direct in his words and actions. Not to mention he was gorgeous, broad and muscular, with the most distracting eyes she’d so graciously had the pleasure of seeing. It was no wonder he hid them as often as he did. She had imagined a kiss like this to be rough, greedy.

And yet he handles her with reverence. Large palms petting at her skin with a gentle care she had not anticipated. Lips claiming hers slowly, leisurely, savoring her like the sweetest dessert.

They stay like this for a while. Slow and exploratory. Ruby having dropped the extra bandages in favor of holding his face between soft hands, kitten nails sliding around to tug lightly at the golden blonde hair at his nape.

They finally break away when they both run out of air, the pair of them both red cheeked and lightheaded. Foreheads resting against one another as they catch their breath.

“Thank you, Doctor Martin.” he purrs, smirking against her skin, pressing another cheeky kiss to her lips, when she manages to break away, holding him at arm's length in an attempt to dodge another one of his little spells. She thinks if he caught her again she'd crawl into his lap and stay there. Certainly not the shenanigans she wanted to get up too with the man covered in cuts and bruises.

She can feel the heat in her face, right up to the tips of her ears, and she tries valiantly to get back her control.

“You’re still in trouble.” she stutters out accusingly.

His hand comes up to rub soothingly at her arm, fingers grazing delicately over her skin. Once again trying to draw her in closer. And something somewhere deep in the back of her mind tells her that Wesker has discovered something very powerful to use against her.

He smirks again, familiar confidence creeping back into his demeanor. “I was hardly injured, you saw for yourself. Do I need to quiet you down again?” he inquires easily. Watching her amusedly as she flounders once again.

She ignores his his little question, worming her way out of his arms and towards the cabinet, digging out a soft towel and wash cloth.

“Clean yourself up.” she says stiffly, attempting to sound stern despite the breathless wobble to her voice. She tosses the towels in his direction. Not bothering to look and see if he caught them as she shuts the door behind her with a click. “Behave yourself and I might heat up your leftovers.” she calls down the hall.

She hears her shower run as she slinks back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter to ponder all the events that lead her to this moment. How snooping through confidential Umbrella reports had led her into a heated makeout with her boss. Who was supposed to have dinner with her, and is now using her shower.

She drags her palms down her face, spying the small card Wesker had attached to her flowers. She pulls it open, careful not to tear the edges, and peers at the neat familiar cursive.

It’s short and simple, just two words, with a carefully rounded heart at the edge.

Dear heart

It's a simple endearment, one he bestowed upon her early. A name that has shifted from condescending to something that made her dumb little heart flutter.

It’s odd to see it tangible, written carefully and hand delivered to her. She holds the little pink paper close, tucking it away carefully in the small journal beside her couch.

When Wesker emerges, he’s greeted to a meal warmed and plated, accompanied by a tall glass of wine.

His soft girl waiting for him on the other side.

#I dont write for RE much but maybe this will change #resident evil #albert wesker #wesker x oc #re wesker #not cod #wildcraft writing

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xleonshunterx · 3 months ago

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my au for wesker includes a happy ending, a redemption arc, and him falling in love with a woman who was betrayed by her family who happens to be from one of the old crime families that used to be in raccoon city.

should I post headcanons I have for them? little snippets of ideas I have? tbh I want to write a whole story for them but it’s been forever since I’ve written anything. so I was thinking of small steps with small pieces here and there??

#albert wesker #wesker x oc #re wesker #resident evil #fanfic #headcanon #resident evil wesker

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spacewhalehana · 1 year ago

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"Driving through all these western nights"

#albert wesker #dead by daylight #my art #resident evil #wesker x reader #wesker x oc #wesker and audrey #my darlings my babies #the loves of my life #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital art #commissions open #fan art #oc

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stellahaze135 · 1 year ago

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WHAT IF WHEN SOMEONE IS INFECTED WITH OUROBOROS, THEY’RE NOT ONLY INFECTED WITH THE VIRUS BUT MAYBE THE VIRUS ITSELF CARRIES WESKER’S CONSCIOUSNESS AS WELL!! SO HE LITERALLY INFECTS THE MINDS OF THE POEPLE WHO ARE COMPATIBLE WITH OUROBOROS?!

We know he had a hand in Eveline’s creation, he knew about the mold and psychological effects it has. It could be possible that he took those aspects of the mold and had them instilled in Ouroboros.

When he injected Excella, he injected Shade at the same time. The ‘drinking of the kool-aid’ if you will. But where it rejected Excella, it accepted Shade. Mostly because of her stronger meta-human genes.

So after the shit hits the fan at the volcano, even if his physical body is gone, what if he’s actually sharing space with Shade in her mind and body via Ouroboros. So Shade has inadvertently in a way developed DID and Schizophrenia as a result. At first, he was just a voice in her head, then she could start see him in mirrors. Then he was right there in the room with her. Sometimes when Albert became a strong enough presence he could and would be present personality. Especially if he feels that their system is in danger.

Kind of mirroring his sister Alex in a way.

But in a weird twist, because they both end up discovering total access to each other’s minds, they end up with an actual understanding of each other and develop a meaningful relationship, they discover a true kinship and not just the ‘evil boss/henchman with a side of lover’ roles they had filled for years before. Shade becomes one of the only people Albert has ever implicitly trusted and remotely cared for. They go from a Joker/Harley dynamic to an Ivy/Harley dynamic.

And it doesn’t happen overnight by any means. It takes a lot of work and pushing on both their parts. They’re very VERY broken people but they learn to find solace in each other.

And once Ouroboros evolves enough, and Albert is able to generate a new body using the virus, they exist much more as ‘healthy’ couple.

I can see Albert being his usual stoic self in public, but my gods as soon as the doors are closed or they’re in front of those they feel comfortable with, he goes from stoned faced to slightly below Gomez Addams level of devotion. Kissing her hand, her neck, hand almost always on the small of her back, etc.

#resident evil #albert wesker #re albert wesker #re wesker #wesker #wesker x oc #albert wesker x oc #oc #Albert Wesker x Nightshade #Wesker x Shade

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luminous-jinx · 3 months ago

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Helloooo

I apologize in advance to anyone waiting on the next chapter of Sisters in Thedas. The 5th chapter is almost done and edited, I've just been getting really distracted from other, random things!

The first chapter of the main story of Dreamer of Music is also almost done, but not edited at all yet, so there's that too....

And I know I shouldn't have, but I started a third story and have had it on stand by for the longest time and was unsure of whether I should post it and continue or not. The story is actually based on Resident Evil 5, a romance between Albert Wesker x OC, the OC is mute and communicates via sign language... if people are interested it that, I can post the prologue and first chapter of that.

But anyways, that's all! Just wanted to give an update!

Thankssss 😄

#dragon age #fan fiction #fan fic writing #solas dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #solas x oc #oc #dragon age origins #ocs #resident evil wesker #resident evil #resident evil 5 #albert wesker #re wesker #wesker x oc #mute oc

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vaesha-draecon · 7 months ago

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Embers of the Past

Just a little something as I dip my toe into the writing pool of the Resident Evil Fandom. It's my first piece of writing in nearly a year and my first piece for Resident Evil in general, so go easy on me please! (it's also OC x Canon)

“Don’t ever do this again!” Wesker grumbled as he deftly removed the needle from Vanessa’s thigh, not even bothering capping the needle as he tossed it into the wastebasket beneath his desk.

“My apologies, Doctor,” Vanessa retorted as she pulled the waistband of her shorts back over her waist, covering her thigh where Wesker had just injected her, “I promise it won’t happen again,” she purred as she playfully reached out to caress his cheek with the back of her hand.

Wesker slapped her hand away, letting out an annoyed growl,

“I mean it!” he hissed “what you did was reckless, do you have any idea what could have happened had I not caught wind of your actions?!”

Vanessa smirked, unphased by his outburst,

“Your bedside manner needs some work, Doctor,” Vanessa teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder “I just had an injection, shouldn’t you be offering me some medical advice?”

“It’s Captain, while you’re here,” he warned, his brow creasing to show his annoyance “now get out of my office and return to your duties!” he tilted his head down, glaring at the current thorn in his side over the top of his glasses.

Vanessa just smirked at him while she maneuvered to hoist herself up on his desk, gleefully swinging her feet,

“Admit it,” the flirtatious purr in her voice returned, “you’d miss me if I did that,” she leaned forward until her face was mere inches away from his, deciding to caress his cheek again. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. It brought her euphoria. She reached for his signature shades and managed to get them off and leaned back to keep them out of reach unless he stood up and pinned her into his desk.

Without hesitation, Wesker grabbed her wrist and shot to his feet, yanking her upwards, causing her to drop his glasses onto the floor behind his desk.

“I said,” he tightened his grip on her wrist in the attempt to pull her off his desk before releasing his grip, “get out!” He rested his free hand on his desk while his other hand raised upwards, pointing towards his office door, thankful that the walls were thick enough to not alert the S.T.A.R.S. members on the outside.

“What if I don’t?” Vanessa asked, cocking her head to the side.

“I will administer the neutralizing agent.” he sounded so smug, like he had won, not counting on the ace Vanessa had up her proverbial sleeve.

“Neutralize this!” Vanessa made her move. Grabbing Wesker by the collar of his shirt and crashing her lips against his, catching him by surprise, a feat that only Vanessa could accomplish from time to time.

Slowly closing his eyes, Wesker leaned into the kiss, taking control from Vanessa who gladly relinquished it to him. Releasing his collar, she snaked her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his neatly styled golden tresses as she leaned back further. Wesker caged her within his arms. She was an addictive drug, he needed her like an addict needed his next fix; a sweet ambrosia that had him craving more but he had denied himself time and time again.

Once they shared a fondness for one another. A dalliance where they’d share a hidden kiss here and there. But time had been cruel and for reasons unexplained, they had drifted apart. It was obvious that they still yearned for one another based on their current situation.

As they continued to get lost in one another, Vanessa slipped her legs around his waist, grinding her core up into him, causing Wesker to buck his hips into her with a grunt, which in turn made Vanessa release a muffled moan in response.

Like a bucket of cold water had been dumped upon him, Wesker suddenly pulled himself away, putting a good distance between Vanessa and himself.

“Enough!” he growled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and began fixing the loose strands of hair.

“You’re the one to talk,” Vanessa said, sitting up, panting softly as she attempted to catch her breath.

“What just happened cannot, and I mean, cannot happen again,” he reached up to straighten his collar and to fix his shirt “do you understand me?”

“Says the one who enjoyed it far more than myself,” she gestured to the not so subtle bulge in his pants, she hopped off his desk and started to saunter over to him, “admit it Albert, you, more than anyone missed what we once had,” she went to reach out to fix a stray hair that he had miss, but Wesker had swiftly dodged her, opting to move passed her and resume sitting at his desk.

“I think it’s in your best interest that you return to your duties, Ms. Drake,”

“Oh, back on a last name basis now, are we?”

He ignored her, choosing to scribble down a report instead. Vanessa gave a half-assed salute then turned away, quickly donning an emotionless mask, she’d have to annoy him another time.

“Fine,” her voice was cold as she strode past his desk, running her dainty fingers across the surface. She paused, kneeling down to grab his discarded shades and placed them next to him. When she reached the door to his office, she turned to look at him,

“anything else Captain Wesker?”

“No,” he responded without looking at her “that will be all,”

Before leaving him to his solitude, Vanessa gave herself a once over, ensuring everything was in order before yanking the door to his office open and letting it close behind her with an audible thud. Once alone, Wesker let out a heavy sigh, sitting straight in his chair as he watched the door, returning his shades back to where they belonged.

Frowning, he looked down to the report he had been working on, rather scribbling random lines of gibberish rather than words. The marks on the paper resembled the current state of his mind. Why was this woman who was a constant thorn in his side so intoxicating to him? Why did she affect him so much?

Meanwhile, while Wesker was at war with himself, Vanessa was in a similar situation. While at her desk, attempting to distract herself from what had just occurred in her Captain’s office. She heaved a heavy sigh, tangling her fingers in her hair as she slumped forward. To anyone looking in, it looked like any normal day at the office. Writing report after report, after report. A tedious task that everyone in S.T.A.R.S. tried to avoid like the plague. Thankful that it was just her in the office, the rest of the Alpha team away on lunch or at the shooting range, Vanessa buried her face in her arms as she anguished on the inside.

“I really fucked it up this time,” she sighed to herself, not knowing that Wesker had shared the same opinion about himself while he was hidden away in his office, nursing a glass of cheap whiskey that Chief Irons had gifted him for achievements he no longer remembered achieved.

From this point forward. There was no going back. The embers of their past affair had been stoked back to life. The only way out was forward, and if that meant rekindling what they once shared, then so be it. Let the fire consume them and get burned in the process. Maybe then they would both have learned their lesson and learn to leave one another alone and go their separate ways.

#resident evil #albert wesker #wesker #rebhfun #resident evil wesker #Wesker x OC #Resident Evil OC #Vanessa Drake

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chrysalmora · 26 days ago

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Adele and chibis

#my art #resident evil #albert wesker #oc x canon #adele dunavan #resident evil oc #oc x cc #wesker #wesker x oc #art

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patternao · 2 years ago

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coming out of my cave to drop one oldish oc x wesker thing and running

#resident evil oc #wesker x oc #resident evil #albert wesker #albert wesker x oc

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playstation-dreamcast · 2 months ago

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One thing about me: I love drawing my friends ocs. Hector belongs to @nshtn !

#albert wesker #resident evil #resident evil oc #hector maxwell #elias mcbride #wesker x oc

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slifarianhawk · 1 year ago

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Chapter 25: Two Matriarchs (NORMAL P.O.V.)

Sitting at my desk, I clicked off and deactivated my connection to the B.S.A.A. terminals. Chris was clearly not in a good place and needed some comfort. I hope Barry, Claire, or the copy of my plans against Spencer would soothe him.

As I waited for Albert to arrive with that harpy Excella , I decided it would be best to have Agent Nighthawk in the office as backup. Did I think Albert would allow me to get hurt? No, no, I did not. I just think a little intimidation would be helpful.

I pressed the button on my comm choker, activating it.

"Agent Nighthawk respond." I ordered.

"Yes, commander?" His voice responded quickly.

"Come to my office. I have a feeling the new visitor will be trouble, and I would like your assistance in the matter as my backup." I said, standing up from my chair and walking over the marbled ebony cabinets in the corner of my office.

"YES, MAM!" He said loudly.

"No need to shout hun. See you soon." I ended the comm link.

Opening up the cabinet, I pulled out a tray with a vintage light blue decanter with gold angel fish with six matching glasses. Inside the decanter was Pheonix Corps. special strawberry brandy. I also had an unopened imported bottle of Kunohs orange osmanthus wine as well as an unopened bottle Disaronno and Johnnie Walker blue label, which I knew was Albert's favorite. Pulling them out of their hidey hole, I placed them on the tray as well.

Carefully, I brought the drinking set out and placed it on my desk. Tucking away my keyboard, laptop, as well as the monitors. I placed the cups along the desk. With utmost care, I covered the desk and drinking set with a black silk sheet. The proper meet and greet was more important, and if it went well, drinks would be served.

"I am here, m'lady." Nighthawk said, entering my office holding a five gallon bucket of ice,"White Queen said you would need ice, so I grabbed you a big bucket full from the kitchen before I came to your office."

The kid smiled. His unruly neck lenght blonde hair was slicked back almost how Wesk normally had his. He was wearing a charcoal grey jacket with an aquamarine tee shirt, black jeans, and his standard issued combat boots.

"Wow! kid, you're looking sharp today. This is perfect. I want to see your files from project a.c.r.o.h. you look so much like my husband it's shocking." I said, taking the bucket of ice from him," please take a seat. Archer will be here soon with Albert and that bitch Excella. However, my plan is simple, and you'll see that soon enough. Now, if you'll turn around so I can get changed."

Agent Nighthawk turns and faces the wall. I quickly changed into my battle suit that was crafted from carbon nanotubes and spider silk. Perfectly bulletproof and stylish to boot. I placed my corrective purple shades on as well as my black leather duster coat embroidered with blue silk flames. I pulled my long deep brown hair up into a ponytail. Lastly, I stepped into black snake skin three inch wedge heel boots.

"OK... Hawk, you can turn around now. I'm ready for this meet and greet with Ms. Gionne, " I said, walking over to him.

"That's good, m'lady, and it seems they are almost here." He said, pointing at the window, revealing Albert and Arjuna walking up the stairs being followed by Excella and Steve.

I quickly zipped over to my big office chair and sat down. Turning away from the door, I gazed over set agent Nighthawk and motioned for him to come stand next to me. He followed the order I silently provided in just the nick of time.

White Queen appeared as the door opened. Archer walked in first, followed by Wesker and Steve. Excella walked in last.

"Albert, where is this asset you keep bringing up? I must admit the Pheonix Corps. is an amazing organization, but would they help us with oroboros. They seemed to be aligned with the UN." She stated.

White Queen spoke up, "All of your questions will be answered here in a moment. Arjuna, please introduce our lady to Ms. Gionne."

Archer smiled and bowed, "Yes, White Queen, welcome to the final room of our tour. The heart of Pheonix Corps, this is the office of our mistress. The former vice captain of the Raccoon City special tactics and rescue services Alpha team, Umbrellas former top researcher in vaccines and anti viral procedures, UBSC Agent number seven hundred forty-eight, goddess of the new world and wife to commander Albert Wesker, our matron and leader, the Pheonix herself, Lady Tabitha Ellise Redfield Wesker."

I turned in my chair and stood up. Brushing my bangs away from my eyes. My wicked smirk plastered across my face as I stared deep into Excella's horrified eyes.

"So.... so... you were?"shuddered out Excella.

"NOT so much of a filthy mutt now am I deary. Hahaha.... worry not, dear heart. I hold nothing against you. I could have killed you the moment I laid my eyes on you, but I didn't. After all, that's not what my daughter Alistar would want. I understand you found her corpse. I want to thank you for being her home to me and Albert." I took off my shades, revealing the deep blue sapphire like eyes.

Albert walked forward and stood next to me, "Excella, my dearheart here has a deal for you."

"What is this deal? What what can she give me that I don't already have? I have Albert and our research. I don't need anything more. So tell me what you can offer me?" She huffed, turning around, starting to walk out.

"Well, how about me not exposing Tricells' recent transgressions against the UNs anti bioterrist regulations." She turned around, horrified as the realization just hit her.

"You wouldn't dare! do you know who i am. No one would turn in trecell over

petty reason, like not building a work relationship." She said, walking towards me.

I laughed, amused, "If you think I'm not that petty, just ask Wesk. However, I have damn near infinite resources and connections as well from the B.S.A.A., the connections, even Nato and the UN. I have decades of research from umbrella and access to files that Wesker doesn't. I'm currently have an army of around two thousand soldiers, all with B.O.W. training. To think you would think I studied up on you when I found out about irving was connected to Tricell. Born to the Gionne family, Excella was a child prodigy. Graduating from high school at the ripe age of sixteen and college at twenty. She gained a bachelor of science degree majoring in genetic engineering. Valedictorian at that. Now you are an assistant to my power-hungry sadist of a husband. I love him dearly, but I can tell you, and I share that fact in common. Now I'll cut you a deal, one that will be hard to refuse."

I saw Albert smirk.

"Gentlemen, let's give my dear lotus and Excella some privacy." Wesker said, motioning for the men to leave.

"No need, Albert. I want to make sure you hear what is said. That way, I know she'll stay loyal to this contract. You did tell me she's loyal to you to a fault. Let me hear this deal you've concocted. " Excella smirked, sitting in one of the chairs.

"Simple and straight to the point, I like that. This is a four part deal, and I'll have the legal team draw up the contract for three parts. The last piece will be between me and you, Excella." I said, sitting back down in my office chair.

"But of course, I'm not an idiot. Now, let's hear these terms." She said in a very business manner.

"First of we don't rat each other out to the UN, B.S.A.A or any other authority." I said.

"That's very much agreeable." She said seething, "What else would you like out of this?".

"We share resources between Tricell and Phoenix Corps. This will include but not be limited to research, viral stabilizers, soldiers, the works, whatever you need that we can provide, and the same co yndition is applied to you at tricell." I stated, grabbing a dark blue fountain pen and paper writing out the conditions and signing by each one.

"I promise you the resourses of my branch of Tricell,and I'll contact my family and have the other branches reach out as well." She said, signing next to each of my signatures.

"Lastly of the main terms, we stay out of others' way and try to rule side by side the new world uroboros will usher in for us." I said, standing up and extending my hand out.

She stood up and took my hand in hers, "Then it's settled."

"Not quite. All but Archer leave this room now that's an order. Albert, I'll discuss this with you later, but for now, this is my base. You will listen to me. " I said, pointing to the door, "Do you have any objections, Ms. Gionne?"

"Yes, I'd rather have Albert in here rather than one of your flunkies. It's only fair since you are his wife, after all." She smirked.

"Excella, I will stay, but first let me talk to my dearest lotus in the hall." He said, pulling me out the door.

When we were in the hall, Albert backed me into a wall and pressed his lips against my neck. Pinning my shoulders, he stared into my eyes. He flashed his signature smirk with his eyes glowing. His cologne rolled into my nostrils.

"Since when did you become such a devilish negotiator, my dear lotus flower." Albert murmured into my neck, planting a kiss on my lips mere seconds after speaking.

"Being Sergei's lapdog for all those years did have some advantages. Like learning how to manipulate the situation. However, you my love, are still leagues better than I. Now I'm going to offer her a deal she can't refuse for her to possibly be our third. Then, when we are ready to cut her lose, we test uroboros on her. The final test of her worthiness." I let out a dark chuckle,"but we both know what we will find there."

"My lotus's petals have really darkened. Let's go finish this negotiation, I have a treat for you when this is over." He said, lifting me into a gentle kiss searing with ferocity.

I could tell he was holding back. The sadist I know he was was loving the fact I had to play nice with his chosen subordinate. I had to be his delicate little flower, who obeyed his every command. He had a lot to learn about the new me.

I followed Wesk back into the room. A smirk wide on my face. Excella seemed interested in what I had under the black silk sheet. I swiftly took my seat, ripping off the black cloth revealing the beverages.

I poured Excella and I a drink from the strawberry brandy and Albert a drink from the Johnnie Walker, " Arjuna, Steve, agent Nighthawk, please leave us. I'll call ya'll back over my comm link." I said as the young men left the room.

"Now, what is the last part of this deal that you are proposing?" She asked as Albert slinks up behind her and strokes her face,"Albert!?"

"Isn't it obvious? Excella, my wife is being kind enough to share me with you, but only if you prove your loyalty to us."

"Does that mean? I'll be able to be with you, Albert?" She asked with a shocked expression.

"Only if you truly prove to be a partner to us." I said, handing her a glass of brandy, "Not just him but to me as well."

She gulped fear dripping from her brow as she took the glass i started to offer. "And let me guess, this is the only chance I have of getting with you, isn't it?" She looked up at Wesk.

He simply smirked and stood behind me. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he spoke,"This is all up to my dear lotus, Excella. Prove yourself to her, and your dreams may become a reality." He pulled my hair back, giving me a deep, passion filled kiss, "and from what I've seen, you have a long way to go."

"Unless you'd rather always be alone except those boy toy interns you keep around." I said, sipping my brandy smuggly.

She gulped once again and raised her glass," I accept these conditions."

"To us, the Matriarchs of the Pheonix Corps. and Tricell." I said raising my glass while handing Albert his scotch,"and the hierarchy of the new world."

Hey everyone sliva here quite the twist no? Relax this is not an Excella x reader or Excella x wesker fic. I have plans that run deep for this story. I am giving an advanced warning the next chapter will be dark. There will be two separate cases of torturing. There will be manipulation. There will be gore blood and not good situations. You have been warned for now. I'll also have proper trigger warnings before each part.

My name is Silfarianhawk, and I'm not so far away.

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