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ikea-employee · 2 years

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Hello lovelies!

Thats right… I’m back!!

Over this hiatus I’ve joined lots of new fandoms and lost interest in quite a few as well.. Nonetheless, new and improved pinned post!

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For all of the new visitors… Hello and welcome!

I’m Nyx, I’m 19, I use any pronouns, I’m an ENFP and I’m here to cater to all of your fandom needs!

On a side note; roleplay on my blog is allowed, as well as just sending me friendly asks! (I’ll make a list of taken anon names & characters if any occur)

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What I write

Matchups (Closed)

You can ask on anon!! Just know that I am trusting you are not a minor.

Be as detailed as you want! The more detailed the matchup is = easier it is for me to match you with someone! (If you give me a character you want for a matchup, I'm just going to give you them. No surprises there)

I will do matchups for ocs! Same rules apply!

Stuff to add to your matchup: Appearance, personality, hobbies, likes, dislikes, love language. Please add what fandom you want and preferred gender! I don't want to write a matchup you won't enjoy!

Headcanons (Closed)

You can ask on anon!! Just make sure to check what I don't write for!!

I'll write for any gender reader, any sexuality, canon ships, ocs × character(s), s/o x character(s), non-problematic ships, and for singular characters.

Be as detailed as you want with your headcanons, that way I understand what you want easier!

You can ask for as many characters you want with your given scenario! All I ask is that you keep it to four characters maximum! (If I like your prompt or find it easy, I might add more!)

I will write headcanons for you and the character you get from a matchup, just ask and you shall receive!

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Fandoms & Characters I Write For

If a character isn’t on my list, just ask! I won’t bite!

Dead By Daylight

Killers

Killer Masterlist

Albert Wesker / Mastermind

Artist

Demogorgon*

Doctor

Dredge*

Ghostface

Hillbilly

Huntress

Knight

Legion (Only Frank & Julie can be matched and written NSFW)

Micheal Myers / Shape

Nurse

Oni

Pig

Pyramid Head / Executioner

Spirit

Trapper

Trickster

Wraith

Survivors

Survivor Masterlist

Ada Wong

Cheryl Mason

Claudette Morel

Chris Redfield

David King (only matched with guys)

Dwight Fairfield

Élodie Rakoto

Feng Min

Haddie Kaur

Jake Park

Jill Valentine

Jane Romero

Kate Denson

Laurie Strode

Leon Kennedy

Meg Thomas

Mikaela Reid

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Vittorio Toscano

Yui Kimura

Yun-Jin Lee

Destiny 2

Destiny 2 Masterlist

Ada-1

Amanda Holiday

Banshee-44

Caiatl

Cayde-6

Drifter

Eris Morn

Elsie

Ikora Rey

Lord Shaxx

Mara Sov

Osiris*

Saint-14*

Shaw Han

Crow

Uldren Sov

Zavala

Stranger Things

Stranger Things Masterlist

Alexei

Billy Hargrove

Dustin Henderson

Eddie Munson

Jane Hopper “Eleven”

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler

001 / Peter Ballard

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Will Byers

Misc.

Misc. Masterlist

Bruce Wayne (Batman 2022)

Edward Nashton (Batman 2022)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal Tv Series)

Will Graham (Hannibal Tv Series)

Any character with an asterisk will not be put in matchups

Any characters who are bolded will not be put in matchups or written NSFW

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My OCs

Masterlist

Feel free to ask about them!

Zephyr

Evil lettol guy

I made him in 7th grade, I just keep updating him.

Tag: OC: Zeph

Sabbath

Kind of my sona

Idk what inspired him

Tag: OC: Sabbath

Syn

Destiny Awoken Warlock OC

Solar

Tag: OC: Syn

Curse-4

Destiny Exo Hunter OC

Stasis

Tag: OC: Curse-4

Foxx

Destiny Awoken Titan OC

???? (Switches constantly)

Tag: OC: Foxx

Kit “Kitty” Archer

DbD & Stranger Things OC

I love her <3

Tag: OC: Kitty

Asher “Ash” Montgomery

I also made him in 7th grade… (Remade him and hes better now)

DbD & Stranger Things OC

Tag: OC: Ash

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Rules

DNI

DNI if you are underaged, a proshipper, TERF, trump supporter, anti-abortionist, transphobic, pedophile, homophobic, or racist.

Will not Write

I will not write about anything racist, homophobic, transphobic, or pedophelic. I also don’t feel comfortable writing about child abuse, animal abuse, or suicide.

NSFW Writing

I am willing to write nsfw requests as long as the character requested is not a minor and the kinks involved are not bathroom related.

Enjoy your Stay!

- Nyx

#hihihiii #new pinned post #new intro #nyx info #dead by daylight headcanons #dbd headcanons #dbd matchups #stranger things headcanons #stranger things matchups #destiny 2 headcanons #destiny 2 matchups #d2 headcanons #d2 matchups #>:)

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gothy-froggy · 3 years

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Requests

Open :

Closed :❌

Hello so I’m realizing that the only way I’ll be making fan fics is that I get requests so I’m making this if anyone wants to requests anything!

Star Wars

Jedi/light force users

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Anakin Skywalker x reader

(Mandalorian/Rebels) Ahsoka Tano x reader

Luke Skywalker x reader

Leia Organa x reader

Qui-Gon Jinn x reader

(Caleb Dume) Kanan Jarrus x reader

Cal Kestis x reader

Aalya Secura x reader

Shaak Ti x reader

Bounty Hunters/Smugglers/etc

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Bossk

Cad Bane

Embo

Asajj Ventress

Fennec Shand

Han Solo

Zam Wesell

Din Dirjin

Hando Ohnaka

Sith/Dark force users

Darth Vader

Darth Maul

Revan

Darth Nihilus

General Grievous

(More coming soon)

Clones

Fives x reader

Rex x reader

Cody x reader

Hunter x reader

Tech x reader

Crosshair x reader

Echo x reader

Wrecker x reader

Wolffe x reader

Tup x reader

Fox x reader

Others

Eli Vanto x reader

Thrawn x reader

Hera Syndulla x reader

(Others coming soon)

Dead by Daylight

Killers

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen (Ghostface)

Herman Carter (Doctor) x reader

Evan Macmillan (Trapper) x reader

Philip Ojomo (Wraith) x reader

Michael Myers (Shape) x reader

Anna (Huntress) x reader

Adiris (Plague) x reader

Legion (Frank,Susie,Julie,Joey) x reader

Kazan Yomaoka (Oni) x reader

Caleb Quinn x reader

Pyramid Head (Executioner) x reader

Ji-WoonHak (Trickster) x reader

Tarhos Kovács (Knight) x reader

Survivor

Feng Min x reader

Quentin Smith x reader

Kate Denson x reader

Steve Harrington x reader

Yui Kimura x reader

Leon Scott Kennedy x reader

Jill Valentine x reader

Jake Park x reader

Vittorio Toscano x reader

Slashers/Killers/Horror Movies

Ghostface (Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Mickey Altieri) x reader

Pinhead x reader

Harry Warden (Miner) x reader

Jason Voorhees x reader

Brahms Heelshire (Boy) x reader

Michael Myers x reader

Bubba Sawyer x reader

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Bo Sinclair x reader

Vincent Sinclair x reader

Billy Lenz x reader

Dark Deception

Bierce x reader

Reaper nurse x reader

Malak x reader

Doug Houser x reader

Gold Watchers x reader

(More coming soon)

You all are able to requests Fandoms and characters! AUs/plots as well (will be coming soon)

Resident Evil

Claire Redfield x reader

Chris Redfield x reader

Leon Kennedy x reader

Jill Valentine x reader

Carlos Oliveira x reader

Ethan Winters x reader

Lady Dimitrescu x reader

Karl Heisenberg x reader

Albert Wesker x reader

Ada Wong x reader

Jerome Valeska x reader

Jeremiah Valeska x reader

Edward Nygma x reader

Victor Zsasz x reader

Oswald Cobblepot x reader

Johnathan Crane x reader

Jervis Tetch x reader

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts x reader

Ace Trappola x reader

Deuce Spade x reader

Trey Clover x reader

Cater Diamond x reader

Leona Kingscholar x reader

Jack Howl x reader

Ruggie Bucchi x reader

Azul Ashengrotto x reader

Jade Leech x reader

Floyd Leech x reader

Kalim Al-Asim x reader

Jamil Viper x reader

Vil Schoenheir x reader

Epel Felmier x reader

Rook Hunt x reader

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia x reader

Lilia Vanrouge x reader

Silver x reader

Sebek Zigvolt x reader

(more coming soon)

Will Not Write

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Stuff like those

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daddyblackjack · 2 years

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Peak brainrot.

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daddyblackjack · 11 months

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Arcane Ink - Chapter 21

Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano) SFW ---------------------------------------

“What the fuck.” It rarely happened that a sight horrified him. Albert Wesker. After everything he’d seen and done, there was virtually nothing that could shake him to his core. But not this. This was too much. Even for him. He stood there, jaw dropped, barely able to whisper the words. Vittorio seemed to notice that something had happened and came rushing over. Albert had barely been able to catch him before his partner would’ve hit the floor. “Vittorio?” He managed to ask, but his lover had fainted. Understandably so, he probably would’ve too if it wasn’t for his high tolerance, and for his morbid curiosity taking over. Why were there so, so many books? How many people had the observers killed? And most importantly, what for? All these questions had to wait to be answered. First, he needed to make sure his precious treasure would be all right – as much as he could be.

Vittorio blinked himself awake, wrapped up in the warm, loving arms of his Gattino. He sighed deeply, nuzzling up against Albert’s chest. Though it didn’t take long for the image of that staircase to return to his mind. Had it all just been a nightmare? As he looked around, he didn’t immediately recognize where they were as he had gotten used to waking up in Albert’s bed. They were in his own bed, he realized. In the survivor quarters. Why were they… Then it hit him. It hadn’t been a nightmare. The last memory he had was seeing that staircase, noticing that the glow coming from the walls was from the books that were stored there, hundreds, if not thousands of lives that had been taken. By the observers. The people he had held in such high regard. After that it had all gone black. Albert must’ve carried him back to his own quarters as his place was closer to the archive and waited for him to wake up. His lover held him tightly, gently rubbing his back.

“They were… was that… did that just happen?” Vittorio asked, his voice cracking from his dry throat. Albert leaned back to meet his eyes, a remorseful, worried look in his own. That warm fire in them still burning brightly. How much he wished he could just be consumed by that flame, reduced to nothing but ashes and smoke. Vittorio’s eyes started welling with tears as he knew the answer. He couldn’t suppress the sob that was rising in his throat. It had all been for nothing. He had dedicated his life to people that were just as cruel, if not more so, than Kovacs - the person he’d been trying to keep away from them. He’d been so afraid that their tools, their knowledge, the key to paradise could fall into the wrong hands if he’d handed over what he knew to his former knight. Never had he ever considered that the tools had been in the wrong hands from the start. He was crying uncontrollably now, violently sobbing into Albert’s chest as he clung onto him for dear life. The only anchor he still had to stop himself from spiraling into madness.

It broke his heart to hear his partner crying like this. It was almost as though he could feel how Vittorio’s soul had been shattered into a million pieces by their discovery. And his revelation. In a way, he could relate. Albert had only recently come to the conscious realization that his past had been incredibly flawed, that the things he had done were horrible, and that his motivation had been misplaced. But deep down he’d known. He had seen it in the reactions of others. His upbringing had taught him to be desensitized and apathetic towards the suffering of innocent people that have died because of his experiments in the name of human advancement, or whatever he had told himself at the time. Deep down he had always known. He could only imagine what Vittorio, his beloved treasure, the light of his life was going through. His partner had always believed in diplomacy. That there was a way to stop violence. That there was a way without violence. That there was a paradise waiting for him, designed by people much greater and better and good-natured than the people of his time. But his trust had been misplaced. And all Albert could do to soothe his partner’s aching soul was to gently caress his back and stroke his hair as he held him close. “It was all for nothing, wasn’t it?” Vittorio finally asked. “All the torture I endured, all the lives that were lost because I refused to speak, all for nothing” He was interrupted by a sob rising in his throat. Vittorio couldn’t stifle it, instead grabbing a pillow and screaming into it at the top of his lungs. He felt his Gattino, his only light in this dark, anchoring him in the present as he felt as though he was being overwhelmed by the image of the tower flooding back into his mind – all those books, all those lives lost to the observers. He took a deep breath, somehow managing to release the tension in his back as Albert was gently caressing it. Vittorio turned back around and continued, the words burning inside of his mouth, as if they would eat him alive if he didn’t speak them. “The past 600 years I’ve spent in this place, all my work, all the progress I’ve made… it was all for NOTHING!!” he couldn’t stop the growl in his voice, he couldn’t stop himself from screaming again, all the agony that he felt in his chest needing a way out.

“My whole life was a lie!! Dio mio I’m such a naïve idiota!! These god forsaken sigils were always going to take me here, weren’t they? There was never a paradise the observers had made, was there?” Vittorio could feel himself starting to hyperventilate, sobbing uncontrollably between his outbursts. “Fabio… Cavalieri… Arno… Diedi… Erio… Bertolo…“ He was repeating the names of the men Kovacs had decapitated and presented to him, one by one. As the knight had listed them. Torturing him with his complacency, his refusal to speak. Vittorio was overwhelmed by the immense regret and shame that flooded him again. It felt like he was being hit by a tidal wave, dragged into the ocean. It felt like he was going to drown in it. In the very guilt he had carried with him all this time, thinking he would be able to make up the sacrifices of his men to them eventually, but he never would.

He had always believed he was protecting the world from letting the Lapis paradisus – the stone that was rumored to hold the secrets to travel between planes of existence –fall into the wrong hands, that the lives lost for it hadn’t been in vain. And not only his men, but also the guards that Kovac’s had slaughtered, that had died protecting the stone in the catacombs below Sintra. But they had been. They all had been. They had died for a false ideology. They had died for nothing. Vittorio’s entire body trembled to the sob. He was clawing at his own chest, the pain unbearable. He felt like his skin was burning, like he needed to tear it off. Like he couldn’t breathe, like he was going to drown in the blood that had been spilled because of his mistakes. Albert just listened, caressing his lover’s back as he felt that was all he could do. Holding him close. Letting him know he wasn’t alone in this world. As it looked like his treasure was going to hurt himself, he grabbed the man’s arms holding them close against his chest and kissing his fingers. It broke his heart to hear his lover screaming and sobbing, to feel him writing like that. He would do anything to take that pain away, and he felt helpless knowing he couldn’t. What an odd feeling, he thought. He’d never cared so much for anyone else before, that their pain became his own. As he paid attention to Vittorio’s words, his twisted mind couldn’t help but wonder what the purpose was of all those books. What was the observer’s goal? And why did they need to mark and eventually skin people? What for?

His poor, aching nightlight was now mumbling curses in Italian as he was nuzzling closer against Albert’s chest. Or was he praying? He couldn’t quite tell. But Albert was certain about two things. He would protect this man who he was cradling in his arms at all costs. And he would find out what the observers had been planning. But right now, he needed to stop his treasure from spiraling. He let go of his partner’s arms, placing another tender kiss on each of his hands, before wrapping his arms tightly around his waist again. “Vittorio…” He started, tenderly running his fingers through his lover’s hair. “Your idols weren’t who you thought they would be. However, that doesn't mean that their tools can’t still save humanity.” If the observer’s motives and way of thinking was in any way similar to Alberts, he knew exactly what they were doing. Sacrifice as many people as necessary to advance the rest of society. As he started talking in an effort to calm his lover down, he realized that the observers might be a lot more similar to him than he had originally thought.

“I would… like to find out what their intentions were with the books.” He finally said, pulling back to look at his distraught lover. “Why? What good could come of so much violence?” Vittorio asked. If only you knew. Albert thought. Perhaps the observers were as misguided souls as he himself had been, victims of their own hubris in an advanced civilization, striving for utter perfection. “Call it morbid curiosity. Surely this madness must have a purpose, right? Perhaps the deaths of Fabio and Cavalieri and Arno and Diedi and all the men that died believing in your cause won’t have been in vain if we can use their tools for good. But we have to find out what their plan was first.” He explained. Mentioning the names of Vittorio’s fallen men made his lover sob again uncontrollably, like he couldn’t fathom there being a way. Albert gently shushed his precious gem, rubbing his back again as he held him close. “I… I can’t go back there.” Vittorio finally said, after having cried into his Gattino’s chest for a long while. He had thought about what Albert had said. And he couldn’t deny he had a point, as much as it pained him that the legends he had pursued his whole life, the people he had idolized and almost regarded as gods, had been the complete opposite of what they’d been preaching in their texts. And now hundreds if not thousands of souls – just like himself – laid in that god forsaken tower, their skin turned to books. So much for meeting your heroes. “You don’t have to.” Albert said, gently caressing his cheek, breaking his train of thought. Vittorio melted into the touch, leaning his head into his lover’s hand and closing his eyes as more tears were streaming down his face. “I will go back there and gather what information I can find. As much as I don’t want to leave you alone, we have to find out what they were working on. What the purpose of this… library is – and why they abandoned it.” Albert was right. Nothing about the room had indicated that anyone had been in there for at least several decades. They couldn’t let all those deaths – all that pain and suffering – be in vain.

#weskano #albert wesker x vittorio toscano #dbd fanfic #male x male #rareship #wesker x vittorio #albert wesker #vittorio toscano #sfw fanfic #arcane inc fanfic

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daddyblackjack · 1 year

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So, I decided to redo most of the lighting lol I don't hate what I did before, but I think I prefer this. Also a no background version.

#weskano #albert wesker x vittorio toscano #wesker x vittorio #albert wesker #wesker #dbd wesker #dbd the mastermind #vittorio dbd #vittorio toscano #male x male #my art #digital art #art rework #let me know which one you prefer I honestly don't know at this point

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daddyblackjack · 1 year

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Pray that I don't get flagged for this haha Priest Wesker x Demon Vittorio, inspired by the lovely @zen-zen-v

#weskano #albert wesker x vittorio toscano #priest wesker #demon vittorio #my art #rareship

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daddyblackjack · 1 year

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Stayed up waaay too late to finish this, and backgrounds aren't my expertise, so it's a bit half assed lol. If it bothers me enough I might fixt it.

#weskano #albert wesker x vittorio toscano #wesker x vittorio #albert wesker #dbd wesker #vittorio dbd #vittorio toscano #wesker #male x male #digital art #my art #I'm the only one I know making content on this ship so I will keep making more lmao #I wanna see my boys making out #literally the first time I've drawn something like this #suggestive

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daddyblackjack · 1 year

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Arcane Ink - Chapter 19

Author's note: I started writing this chapter about 2 weeks ago and then didn't know where to go with it lol. First time in a fic that had the premise of them doing research together that they're actually studying something Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano)

SFW

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How Vittorio managed to make his heart skip a beat. Albert had been waking up next to his beloved treasure for what must have been months now, even before they got together, and yet he still couldn’t get enough of him as he held him tightly, his face buried in the crook of his lover’s neck as he was purring loudly. Or perhaps he couldn't get enough of him especially because they they were like this now. Did Vittorio genuinely mean what he said? That Albert was his paradise? Or was he just trying to butter him up? Either way, it worked. It was scary how much he loved this man. How strongly he was even capable of feeling this emotion after having buried most of them for decades. He’d been convinced that he was incapable of feeling love, and that loving and caring about someone was a waste of time. How wrong he had been. He’d never felt more fulfilled than when his treasure was in his arms. His grip relaxed a little as he felt Vittorio playing with his hair. A weakness he had, he’d come to realize. Not that it mattered with how good his lover’s fingers felt against his scalp. ‘They delivered me to paradise’. The words kept bouncing around in his head, as he remembered the sigils, the magic his lover was capable of, the powers that got him trapped in the realm in the first place. Albert remembered how he’d seen his partner working on a generator and was storing some of its energy in some form of arcane panel, and how he had wanted to study it – as well as any other powers Vittorio may have – more closely. “You still need to show me how your magic works.” He mumbled into Vittorio’s neck. His lover let out a chuckle. “You want to see it right now?” Albert had no intention of getting up, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at his partner. “If you want to.”

How good this man looked, Vittorio thought. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair that was falling into Albert’s face behind his ear. His Gattino should really wear his hair down more often. He let out a sigh, almost disappointed that their cuddle time was over for now. “Back to work, huh?” He chuckled, scooching back to sit up. He sat cross legged, having no intention of getting out of bed, and summoned an arcane panel. The look on his partner’s face put a smile on Vittorio’s. Evidently Albert hadn’t expected him to summon it here. The surprise quickly turned to curiosity, the eagerness to learn – that look that he had ended up falling head over heels for. The thirst for knowledge that made this ruthless killer’s edges softer. This shared interest in figuring things out was something they had in common. It was the main thing that had made them spend hours researching in the archive together in the first place. “Ask away.” He encouraged Albert as he saw the gears turning in his head, trying to understand what he was witnessing in front of him. “How does it work? How do you do it? Do you have to actively think about doing it or is it like second nature, like breathing? Do you have to cast some form of incantation in your head or do you draw out sigils or-“ “Slow down” Vittorio let out a small laugh as he was being flooded with questions. He couldn’t help but think that Albert was rather adorable like this. “I have to actively think about doing it, and it’s a lot easier if I draw the sigils for it in the air first. Though since this panel is one that I use rather frequently, it’s easier to summon at this point.” He explained, making the panel disappear and resummoning it, making sure his movements were slow enough for his partner to watch everything. “But… but how-“ Albert started, clearly still struggling to understand how it could form. “How does it convert into visible energy? Does it- can I touch it?” His lover asked. Vittorio blinked in surprise as the thought had never crossed his mind. He had no idea what it would feel like, if it could even be felt at all, or what would happen.

Albert felt silly as soon as he’d asked the question. It had been a long, long time since he’d felt such genuine curiosity and intrigue to study something. However, Vittorio gave him a nod, the expression on his partner’s face a hint that he wanted to know what would happen as well. He slowly reached out, his fingertip barely touching the blue glowing energy, and pulled it away, hissing and shaking his hand nearly as soon as he did. It had felt like a shock on an electric fence. Figures, he thought, as it seemed to be raw energy hovering in the air above his partner’s hands. Vittorio’s raw energy, he realized. He felt an odd warmth creep through his body, following where he’d been shocked. It reminded him of when his tendrils had been inside of his beloved nightlight, feeling his pleasure as though it had been his own. As soon as Albert had pulled his hand away, Vittorio had dismissed the panel and was now making sure he was ok. He loved it when his treasure doted on him, leaning his head into his partner’s hands as Vittorio was cupping his face, and began to purr softly. Vittorio soon seemed to realize that Albert was perfectly fine. “Let me touch it again. It just felt like a small shock, but now that I know what to expect I should be able to stay still.” he said, leaning his face to kiss the palm of Vittorio’s hand before his lover pulled it away. Vittorio complied, drawing up another panel, though he shot Albert an amused look. “You truly are a masochist, aren’t you. Don’t hurt yourself.” Albert carefully reached out to touch the panel again, flinching as he felt the initial shock, but managing to push his hand further into it. The tingle was almost unbearable as he felt it spread up his arm. The energy wasn’t a solid object, so he could just pass his hand through it. “Do you feel anything when I do this?” He asked his partner as he felt the warmth spread through his body more intensely now.

“Sort of?” Vittorio replied. He was able to sense Albert, the energy he had summoned passing through his lover’s body, but he couldn’t feel anything through it. “It’s like I have an awareness that the panel isn’t existing in free space, like it’s taking up more energy where you’re touching it. I can sort of feel your presence through it, though I’m not sure how to describe it.” He tried to explain. His partner definitely seemed to feel something, however. Albert finally pulled away, rubbing his arm. There seemed to be an odd glow to him, his eyes shimmering a bit brighter, but softer. “What about you? What did it feel like?” “It was tingling like crazy.” His lover replied, letting out a soft chuckle. He couldn’t help but think Albert looked… content? “You seem quite happy about it though.” Vittorio pointed out, and to his surprise, Albert granted him a soft smile. What had he done to this man? Even if his Gattino was a big softie at heart, at least for him, he never showed it so openly. “I don’t know. I feel so… warm. And comfortable.” his lover replied, reaching out and gently cupping Vittorio’s hands in his own. The gesture made him blush, as though this was the first time they held hands. Albert looked so sweet like this. “It’s like… you know that feeling when we cuddle and it’s so warm and comfortable and safe? It’s like that, but… in here.” His lover went on, smiling warmly at him and pointing at his own chest. Hearing what Albert said made his heart skip a beat. He never shared how he felt about their affection, other than his physical responses. It was more than enough to Vittorio, but it meant all the more to him to hear his Gattino say it out loud. To hear that he felt safe. With him. He felt as though he was melting where he sat, squeezing Albert’s hands in return. Rubbing his finger over the ring he’d let him have. “Ti amo un sacco di bene.” He whispered, unable to say anything else in response.

He smiled widely at his partner. Albert loved hearing Vittorio speak in his native tongue. Oddly enough, he felt like he understood most of what he had said, though he barely spoke any Italian. Perhaps feeling his lover’s energy had allowed him some form of psychic connection? He almost had to chuckle at the thought, though he couldn’t rule it out. He had enough self-awareness to realize he was being unusually soft with his beloved nightlight. Perhaps he would continue to be, seeing how much it made Vittorio melt. Was this unconditional, warm and sensual love what Vittorio felt for him, he wondered. In case it was some form of connection he shared through the energy that had entered his body, it was entirely possible. He remembered the previous night, his quiet confession of his past to his lover. How his brain had a way of ruining things. He didn’t deserve this, to be loved like this. Vittorio deserved so much better than him. But if it made Vittorio happy to see him reciprocating the feeling openly, he could make an effort. He owed him that much. He shook himself slightly to stop his thoughts from spiraling into a dark place, trying to focus on what they were studying. “Are there other things you can do with your magic?” He asked. He knew that Vittorio ended up in the realm due to him trying different combinations of the sigils, but he didn’t know what else he could do. How short-lived Albert’s sweetness was. He saw the warmth slowly fade from his eyes, his keen mind returning to ask more questions. “I can draw up something similar to... I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s like open doors that take me to another part of the realm. It’s like a ring of blue energy that I can step through to arrive at a different destination, though it seems to be quite random. I have no control over where the sigils take me. Yet anyway.” “Ah, you mean like portals? A tear in space time that lets you step from one location into another that is very far away?” Albert asked. He seemed skeptical at the notion, though apparently he knew what they were. “Did this technology exist during your time?” Vittorio asked. “No, we haven’t managed to invent portals or teleportation yet. Though we did entertain the notion of them in fiction. That’s all they ever were though, as multiple theories proved it would be impossible to recreate in real life.” Fascinating. He thought. No wonder Albert called his power ‘magic’, if they were what was described in the stories of his time and deemed an impossibility. He let out a small chuckle. “Would you like to see? Though I have no idea where we’ll end up – or if you can even come with me.” Vittorio realized as he said it. He had never taken anyone with him through one of his portals, so he wasn’t sure if that would even work. “Perhaps not right now.” Albert replied, looking Vittorio up and down. Right. They weren’t even dressed yet. “I believe you though. It’s how you ended up inside the realm in the first place, right?” “Sort of. There wasn’t a portal that I stepped through though. I think I just ended up summoning the entity, and it took me with it.” Albert got up as he explained and went to grab his notebook before sitting back down on the bed. He started taking notes, charting down everything he was learning about Vittorio’s powers. He happily obliged, telling his partner what he knew. While he couldn’t shake feeling a bit like a guinea pig completely, he also found his partner’s curiosity endearing. And he found it exciting that someone shared his intrigue with the powers the realm had given him, not only through the sigils but through the observer who had chosen him to be marked with the tattoos.

The tattoos. The tattoos he had seen on the books that were made up of human skin. The scarring finding he had made on his travels through the realm. He’d almost forgotten about it, burying it in the depths of his mind. Albert looked up from his notebook as Vittorio had stopped talking, and dropped everything as he saw how pale he had gotten. “Vittorio? Are you all right?” “There was… this book… Albert, we have to go to the archive.”

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Arcane ink - Chapter One

Authors note: So uh, this is my first attempt at writing fanfic, based on the brain rot that I posted a bit ago. If no ones gonna make content for my ship I will have to do so myself dammit

Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano)

SFW (so far)

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“Vittorio?“ Wesker called, as the man was flipping through the pages of a book in the archive.

They had first met in a trial, Wesker obliterating the survivors as he had become used to doing in order to serve the entities bidding. When everyone else had been sacrificed only Vittorio was remaining, injured, fatigued, and drained of resources. But rather than running away in an attempt to find the hatch, he had approached him and simply given up. “Do what you must, just make it quick.” Whether it was the utter hopelessness on the man’s face, his willingness to surrender, or the unusual glowing tattoos catching Wesker’s eye, he couldn’t tell. But Wesker had hesitated.

He had a chance to take a closer look at the tattoos when he grabbed him, had noted it’s oddity with how the glow seemed to move through them like a flowing liquid. Wesker had then done something he'd never done before – he let the man go. He still remembered the look on Vittorio’s face when he had carried him to the hatch – Vittorio hadn’t even struggled – and dropped him next to it, telling him to go before he changed his mind.

Since then, they happened to meet several times in the archives, both sharing an interest in research it seemed. Wesker wanted to understand the realm, its powers, how to harness them – and ultimately escape, if at all possible. Vittorio, having been trapped in this place for over 6 centuries, had a bit of a head start with his research and the meanings of the sigils, and he was eager to share his findings, apparently having been able to use them to travel the realm. He was cautious around Wesker at first, but they both quickly started appreciating their shared interest in figuring out this place. And Wesker had to admit, he enjoyed Vittorio’s company, even though he didn’t like that he felt himself caught off guard when Vittorio leaned in a bit too close when they compared findings.

“Vittorio, how does the ink of your tattoos glow? And how does it move through them?” He asked him now as he noticed the glow creep up the lines on Vittorio’s neck. “How does it work?”

“To be completely honest with you, I’m not entirely sure.”

“How come? Aren’t these sigils that you used to travel the realm?”

“Indeed, but I did not ink myself. I was… attacked? Blessed? I’m not quite sure what to call it. I don’t have control over the ink, and the sigils keep spreading over my body”

“Hmm…” Wesker’s interest in Vittorio’s markings was piqued again. If there was an unknown power flowing through this man’s skin, he wanted to understand what it was.

“How does it feel? The glow, the spread. Does it hurt?”

Vittorio walked over to Wesker and pulled up his sleeve. “I honestly don’t feel the sigils spreading across my body, I sometimes notice that new ones have appeared. As for how it feels, I’m not sure how to describe it, but perhaps like a tingle? I assume it’s some arcane energy.” He replied as he held out his arm for Wesker to examine.

Wesker pulled off a glove and traced his thumb across the lines as they lit up. He could feel the difference of the tattoos glowing compared to when they were resting as black ink against Vittorio’s skin.

“How curious. And you say you keep getting new ones? How do you keep track of the sigils on your body?”

“Aha, I’m afraid I don’t really. There’s many in spots I can’t see, and a mirror can only provide so much help.”

“May I trace them for you, then?” Wesker asked. Vittorio looked a bit flustered at the question.

“You… want to trace them?”

“Yes, I’ll draw them in a notebook, and then you can have a closer look at the symbols on your body and decipher their meaning and purpose. Though if they truly cover your whole body, it will take several sessions to do so.”

Vittorio still had a flustered look on his face. Of course, Wesker understood what his offer implied. Vittorio would have to undress the areas that they were working on tracing. But Wesker had worked with human test subjects back when he was still a ‘Virologist’ at the time, so he’d become used to looking at naked bodies. Though the intimacy of tracing someone’s skin for several hours would be unfamiliar.

“Yeah, sure, that would be quite helpful.” Vittorio replied after considering for a little while. “Do you plan on starting right now?”

“Not quite, we’ve been here for a while now and I have a certain quota to fulfill with the trials. As I’m sure you do too.” A grim reminder of the deity they were each forced to serve, whether as henchmen or as sacrificial cattle.

As he said this, a look of disappointment briefly crossed Vittorio’s face. Wesker had barely noticed it before Vittorio asked when he planned to start. They agreed to meet up again after the trials and after Wesker had taken a bit of a break. Wesker had offered Vittorio to come to his quarters, to allow them a bit of privacy if Vittorio had to undress parts of his body. He also promised him protection from the other killers and would escort him there and back. As he was preparing to pick him up, he decided to ditch his leather suit for a more comfortable turtleneck.

When Wesker brought him to his quarters, Vittorio took a brief look around. Wesker had been provided with equipment to do experiments as rewards for briefly satisfying the entity’s hunger. Most of the test tubes had been dedicated to experimenting on the blight, a serum from what appeared to be a flower, not unlike the Virus that coursed through Wesker’s veins. The blight had frenzied several killers who disobeyed, but none as much as Talbot Grimes, a scientist who experimented with the serum on himself and who simply had become nothing more than a mindless slave to it.

Wesker noticed the curiosity on Vittorio’s face, but he caught himself when he noticed Wesker looking expectantly at him. “Right” he said and took off his shirt.

When Vittorio said that the tattoos had spread all over his body, Wesker hadn’t anticipated that he was completely covered in them. His impulse was to grab Vittorio and examine his skin closer, but he caught himself. This was exactly what Vittorio had come here for.

“Where… should I –“

“You can lie down on the couch. Considering how big this tattoo is on your upper back, I think it’s a good idea to start with this one.” Wesker said, studying the markings covering Vittorio as he walked around him.

Vittorio did as he was told, and lied down on his stomach, facing away so Wesker could see how the tattoo on Vittorio’s back connected to the lines on his neck. Wesker pulled out his notebook, sat down on a chair next to him, and gently placed a hand on Vittorio’s back. He had opted not to wear his gloves, to also study the feeling of the glow better.

As Wesker started drawing the tattoo in his notebook, he gently traced it with his fingers on Vittorio’s skin. Several minutes passed as Wesker focused on getting all the little curves and hooks right and making sure that the spacing matched what he saw and felt in front of him. Only then did he notice something. Vittorio’s breathing had changed. Perhaps he was just nervous, he was in a place where survivors should never go after all, and fairly exposed. He was putting a lot of trust in Wesker, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing to do.

But then he felt Vittorio shudder. Ever so slightly, but Wesker noticed the goosebumps going down Vittorio’s back. He traced his nail over the spot on his spine again, and sure enough, the little shiver down Vittorio’s back happened again. Was he enjoying this? With a bemused look on his face, Wesker gently placed his hand on the tattoo. The glow that was flowing through the tattoo felt a lot more intense now, like a tingle. He felt Vittorio’s heartbeat, how fast it was. Or was it his own?

Oh no. He realized it was that same feeling as when Vittorio leaned in close, when he caught a whiff of his scent, and now when he felt the glow moving under his hand.

He wanted to feel him shudder from his touch again. Wesker let his fingers glide across Vittorio’s spine, up his neck, tracing the lines that ran across his nape, letting them linger a little too long. Slowly he moved up to his hairline, pushing the short hair out of the way around the tattoo that wrapped around behind Vittorio’s ear. At this point he had put down his notebook and was just watching for reactions from the man who’s skin he was tracing.

Wesker caught himself. He justified what he was doing to himself by thinking that if Vittorio did in fact enjoy this, Wesker could use this to his advantage, to make Vittorio more agreeable. He would never admit to himself that he actually just enjoyed touching Vittorio’s soft skin and seeing the pleasure that he was trying to hide.

Merda! Vittorio thought as he felt Wesker’s finger trace the tattoo lining the nape of his neck. Vittorio had always enjoyed physical contact and affection, and had been deprived of such for more than 600 years. Fortunately, he wasn’t facing Wesker, or hiding his enjoyment would have been nearly impossible. He desperately tried to suppress the little moans that wanted to escape him, and he cursed himself whenever he did feel a shiver down his back. He was praying that Wesker wouldn’t notice.

He was afraid that if Wesker did notice he would immediately stop, weirded out by the fact that Vittorio enjoyed being touched by him. Wesker had clearly stated that the purpose of what they were doing was for research, to get a good mapping of the sigils covering Vittorio’s whole body – Oh Madonna Santa he thought as he just realized that the tracing of tattoos wouldn’t just stay on his back. How would he hide how much he enjoyed Wesker’s touch when he worked on different areas on his body? Vittorio prayed that he would have gotten more used to his touch by the time he had to face him to let him trace the tattoos on his chest - and the ones further down. How was he going to survive this? Relax. Breathe. This is only the first session he told himself and sighed, as Wesker trailed his fingers along Vittorio’s spine, sending more shivers down his back. Vittorio’s heart was beating out of his chest. He was torn between hoping that the session was over soon so he could compose himself and not wanting Wesker to stop because it felt so good.

The more he felt himself enjoying Wesker’s touch, the more guilt crept into his mind. Wesker was what was considered a killer in this realm. And seeing how little remorse he showed for hunting and sacrificing the people trying to survive the trials, he can’t have been a good person before coming here. Vittorio hated violence, always has, so why was he alright with one of the most mercilessly sadistic people touching him?

He'd been surprised when Wesker showed him mercy when they met. Him and the others had barely been able to complete one measly gen before three had already fallen. Vittorio hadn’t waited for Wesker to find him then; he had approached him to end things quickly. No point in trying, he didn’t deserve to find the hatch after he had failed his team. And yet Wesker had just looked at him, curious, perhaps bemused, before snatching him up. Vittorio hadn’t resisted, but instead of sacrificing him, Wesker had carried him to the hatch and dropped him on top of it. Vittorio had just looked at him in utter shock, not even managing to thank him, before Wesker had turned away, letting Vittorio escape.

When Vittorio had met up with the others after the trial, who had taken form again after being sacrificed, they’d been in disbelief that Vittorio had gotten out of the trial alive. Apparently, this behavior was incredibly unusual for Wesker, since he had a reputation for never showing mercy. So why let Vittorio go?

The more Wesker let his fingers glide over Vittorio’s back, the more he melted into Wesker’s touch. Slowly the initial ticklishness started to fade, as long as Wesker worked on the same area anyway. If his hands moved down Vittorio’s sides, he couldn’t help jerking slightly. Being touch starved for centuries had made him incredibly sensitive.

When Wesker finished up the session, Vittorio saw no indication whether Wesker had noticed his enjoyment or not. He got up, stretched, and put his shirt back on. He didn’t know exactly what to say, whether to thank him or not, if he should say anything at all, so he awkwardly stood there as he put his jewelry back on, unable to see whether Wesker was looking at him or not through the sunglasses he always wore.

“Are you ready to head back?” Wesker finally asked.

“Uh… yes. I – uhm…” Wesker had already turned to leave, to escort him back. Vittorio had wanted to ask something regarding if Wesker had gotten good sketches, if his back hurt from the way he had to sit in order to trace the tattoos, anything that gave him any indication of how Wesker had felt about the session. But perhaps it was best if he didn’t ask.

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Arkane Ink - Chapter 23

Author's note: I know I know it's been another two months. I have a couple chapters still lined up I just need to find the motivation to get them proofread and edit them lol Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano) SFW ----------------------------------------------------

The air was cold, biting at his skin as Vittorio opened his eyes to the snow falling around him. None of his clothes were really made for this weather, but he was grateful for having opted to wear his trusty leather jacket. It was better than nothing. And he could keep his hands warm by working on a generator. It didn’t take long for Ellen to join him, as she must’ve heard where he was working. She was motioning to him eagerly – but quietly – to show her what Chris had been talking about. Vittorio let out a chuckle, he wasn’t about to disappoint his newfound audience. He pulled up the arcane panel and heard the woman audibly gasp. “If you work on the gen while I store some of it’s energy, we’ll get more progress done.” He whispered to her as Ellen was watching in awe. Unfortunately, as he was storing the energy, the generator wouldn’t progress, though at least he wasn’t taking energy directly from it. But not only that, the panel was fragile. He couldn’t risk getting injured now if he didn’t want to let all that energy go to waste and disperse into nothingness. They finished their repairs, Vittorio storing the energy for later, as they heard the first guttural scream in the distance. The lord wasted no time rushing over, helping his fellow survivor off the hook. Gabriel was hemorrhaging badly, blood pulsing out of his wound and flowing in thick streams down his shoulder. Vittorio had almost forgotten how gruesome and torturous these trials were with how much time he had spent either doing research at the archive or in the warm embrace of his lover.

Albert had made his way back into the secret workshop, unlocking the way into to the tower anew. The hidden room within the hidden room. He needed to take a deep breath, overwhelmed by the sight all over again. He could take it. He had seen and done worse. Albert set foot onto the stairwell, his step eerily echoing off the walls. They hadn’t actually explored the tower as his lover had collapsed as soon as he’d seen the number of books lining the walls. The stench was nearly unbearable. The air was damp, filled with the smell of leather, but knowing what kind of leather it was made him queasy. He kept ascending the staircase, each step he took revealing more and more of those books lining the walls. What was the purpose of all this? He tried not to think too much about it as his mind kept imagining a book bound of his lover’s skin on one of the shelves. He shuddered at the thought. Vittorio would just be one of thousands. Indiscernible. A statistic. He couldn’t let that happen. He pushed on, eventually making his way to the very top, and noticed a handle sticking out of a wooden slab on the ceiling, illuminated by the dim glow coming from the books. He’d only noticed then that there had been no other contraptions or devices to light the stairway. The books had been the only thing revealing his path. How grotesque.

“Th- argh! Hah… thank you Mr. Toscano…” “No need for formalities. Though we should-“ “Uhm, wait… here, would you mind… ugh… helping me with this?” Gabriel said, handing him a med kit. The man must’ve found it while he’d been demonstrating his ‘powers’ to Ellen. Vittorio began patching him up with what little bandages were in the worn-out bag and his limited knowledge on wound care he had amassed in his time in the fog. Though he wasn’t sure if staying in place to heal was a good idea. His worries were justified, as before he could finish, they heard that dreadful bell being rung behind them. No. If he got hit now, all of the energy he’d collected would be for nothing. As soon as he let go and stopped holding Gabriel’s wound together, it tore right back open, blood seeping in fresh bursts through the bandages and ruining any progress he had made. They both barely managed to dodge the hit, dashing away in different directions as the killer - known as the wraith - swung at them. It was evident that the bloodhound was following Gabriel, having caught a whiff of his trail as he returned to stalking him with a ring of his bell. Vittorio could only hope that the man would last long enough for the lord to able to help his new friend.

Albert pushed open the trap door and stepped out onto a platform. The breeze was chilly up here, but the fresh air was welcome after he had started getting used to the smell of human leather. This tower was clearly the one Aleon had described in his notebooks. As Albert looked around, he even noticed the golf club leaning against the banister. And some empty bottles of whisky. Shame. He could have used a drink right about now. For how far up the tower was, he realized he saw surprisingly little. As if it was too foggy to see into the distance. He couldn’t even see the stars up here. Nor the sky, really. It was like he was staring directly into the void. The thought sent a chill down his spine. Albert had heard rumors of the void, he’d even seen it mentioned in pages of Aleon’s notes, as well as the memories the archivist had accessed of survivors and killers alike that Albert had read throughout the archive. Even before he had known who had written them down.

The void was a desolate place, where mostly survivors were sent once they were hollow shells of themselves. If they couldn’t feel, they served no purpose for the entity. Albert could only hope his nightlight, his one and only light in this hellhole would never end up in that place. If Vittorio did, he was certain he would follow soon after. It was almost scary how dependent he had become on his lover. How desperately his mind kept wandering to him. How was he doing? Was he having a nice time with his friends? He hoped so, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in his chest. Albert shook his head chuckling to himself. He left the platform, heading back down the staircase, and grabbing a couple of random books on his way back. All of them were of different skin tones and tattoo colors. At first glance, some of the markings appeared to be the same, but as he had a closer look not one tattoo was the same as another. The tingle of energy running through them felt awfully familiar, yet still somehow different. These had been various different people after all. Perhaps they could still be distinguished, even when they were reduced to nothing but pages. Perhaps they still had individual properties and had been turned into something resembling more of a book series than a mere collection of them.

Albert laid the books out on the desk as he made it back to the workshop. Comparing them seemed a dead end. He couldn’t read whatever this language embedded on the leather was, the writing of a time too far out of reach for him. The only one who could have an inkling of what any of these symbols meant was his lover… or the man who had potentially helped make these books. Albert let out a sigh. Only thing he could do for now was turn back to Aleon’s journals, trying to see if he had referenced anything regarding the language of the observers or the meaning of the tomes.

Vittorio made his way to another generator, transferring the energy he had stored from the previous one into it. He didn’t stick to repairing it though, getting back up immediately to see if there was any way he could help the man being chased. As he ran over, he managed to catch a glimpse of Chris throwing himself in the way, taunting the killer. Yet the wraith wasn’t letting up on the trail of blood of the man he’d caught before. Though Chris seemed equally stubborn, completely blocking the way. But it wasn’t enough. Vittorio watched in horror as both Chris and Gabriel went down within seconds. The lord rushed over to help his friend as the wraith had chosen to carry Gabriel to the hook first. Chris was groaning, lying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. It seemed like he was trying to tell Vittorio something, though it was too late before he could make out what as he was frantically trying to get Chris back up on his feet. He heard that dreadful bell being rung behind him again. Too slow. This time, the blades made contact, slashing along his leg as he tried to run. Vittorio hissed in pain, the wound stinging from the jagged weapon tearing his flesh, the cold air biting down into it as he staggered away. The injury made running far more difficult, though the adrenaline pumping through his veins was enough to get some distance – for now.

As Albert flicked through the notes, he found more entries referring to the void from memories the old archivist had written down. Apparently, Talbot Grimes – a scientist who had gotten addicted to the nectar of the entity’s flowers as he had injected himself on accident as he was doing research – had fallen into this void as a part of his withdrawal. He’d been an empty shell of a man without the serum.

But he had been willing enough to do anything to get more. Even crawl back out of the void and become a killer. It seemed that Grimes had been the only one to have entered the void and returned. Or, well, physically at least. His mind was far gone, reduced to nothing but the entity’s slave. As far as he could tell, this was the very serum Albert had been collecting and testing as well. It turned out the event in which the entity was in full bloom was called “the blight”. It had happened very shortly after Albert had joined the fog. The sudden appearance of all the flowers oozing the glowing liquid had been striking enough for the old scientist to want to study them. The only thing that had been stable enough to collect and preserve was the nectar. The entity had granted him a lab to work with, providing him proper equipment to use for each time he managed to please it, encouraging him to go above and beyond with his performance. The microscope had revealed that where he had expected to find cells, he had found some kind of particles he had never seen before. As he kept reading the memories of various people from the fog Aleon had written down, he soon learned that scientists before him had started calling them ‘Auric particles’ or ‘Auric cells’, and that, in fact, all matter inside the realm was made up of them. Including not only Survivors and Killers, but the terrain, the crows, the fog itself… everything.

And that wasn’t all. These ‘Auric particles’ weren’t made up of what would be considered ‘physical matter’ back home. Instead, they were made up of memories and emotions. As if they replaced the real world’s atoms. Albert would have to relearn everything he knew about physics, biology and chemistry in this place if he wanted to understand how its laws worked. But if he had anything now, it was plenty of time. At the very least, this explained how the entity could feed off emotions. Survivors and killers alike literally consisted of them. It was their entire physical essence in this place. The wraith was still on his trail. Vittorio caught a glimpse at the tall, looming shape ringing his bell. At the eyes of a rabid predator stalking his injured prey. Vittorio seen that look in the killer’s eyes before, others as well. That bloodlust, the scent of fear and death evidently urging the killer on to pursue, to chase, to catch. To sacrifice. He'd even seen it in his lover’s eyes before. Like a switch being flipped in his brain, his eyes glazing over… he’d seen that look time and time again. He didn’t fully understand how these creatures – most had been human once – could completely loose themselves and give in to the chase. Perhaps he could ask Albert about it. Vittorio caught himself pondering and had to chuckle. Even now, as his blood was leaving thick, red pools in the white snow, standing out like a sore thumb as he was being hunted down from the shadows, his mind was wandering to the man he so loved and adored. What was his Gattino doing right now? How was he holding up in the archive? Albert needed a moment take in his new findings, leaning back in the chair he had sat down in. His eyes caught the glow of the books on the desk again – right. He was looking for their purpose. But perhaps he needed to understand the laws of physics inside the realm before he could even begin to understand what exactly this power was the observers were working with. Though, as Albert regarded the books, he heard an inaudible voice creeping inside of his head. It started off as a small whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear at all, but the voices slowly grew louder and louder. They sounded demanding. His heart started racing. Was he going mad? Were the tomes trying to communicate with him? Was he hearing them?? He needed to get out of this place. Being surrounded by so many dead people, their energies still present in a place where emotions and memories made up the physical being of every living and dead thing was clearly getting to him.

Albert rushed out of the room, hastily closing the hidden door behind himself. He was panting heavily, running back to his lover’s quarters. But even there, the voices didn’t stop. They grew louder, angrier. Were these souls mad at him for leaving them behind? Or was this his conscience messing with him? For all the lives he had taken, all the torture he had forced innocent people to endure… people he hadn’t considered worth calling ‘humans’ at the time. But if so, why now? Was it because he now refused to view the lives lost to the creation of the tomes as a mere statistic, trying to preserve their individuality in case it was important – while his own victims had been nothing but a number to him? He desperately tried silencing the voices, clutching his head in his hands as he attempted to calm his breathing, his pounding heart, but to no avail. But then, finally, a word he understood. Kill. It whispered. Or screamed. He couldn’t tell. His body just obeyed, the panic in his chest almost immediately turning into absolute calm and certainty. He needed to spill blood, he needed to serve, he needed to sacrifice. The Mastermind made his way to the trials without further hesitation.

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Arcane Ink - Chapter 13

Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano)

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Back to the trials. Albert had escorted Vittorio back to his quarters so he could prepare for what’s to come. He wasn’t planning on just getting himself killed – he was still going to participate. His plan was to let the killers sacrifice him or let the entity claim him by the end of the trial if he would’ve managed to escape. “What if I run into him and his posse again?” the thought had crossed Vittorio’s mind on their way back to the survivors housing. “I don’t think you will have to worry about that for a while.” Albert said through gritted teeth, cracking his knuckles. Vittorio hadn’t seen the extent of what Albert had done to the knight, but judging from the look on his face, he wouldn’t have recovered yet. The healing properties of the realm didn’t seem to affect the killers, though they couldn’t die. “And even if you do, you won’t have to worry about them laying hands on you again.” This was probably true. Not only considering that Albert had put the fear of, well, himself in them, but the killers would risk getting punished if they didn’t serve the entity. It was hungry, and they needed to feed it. Vittorio decided to pack a med kit, this would probably be able to aid his teammates more than anything else, and set out to face off against the killers once more.

Albert wasn’t happy about the fact that Vittorio would partake in the trials again. He had wanted to keep him safe. He had wanted to end his suffering. But he had failed, and now the only way he could feel at peace again was to let himself be sacrificed. Albert absentmindedly chased survivors; thoughts occupied with worrying about how his beloved night light was doing. He only snapped back to his own trial when he heard Ada yelling at him from the hook. “I thought we had an agreement, asshole!” “Our agreement was to let you go. Not to go easy on you.” She scoffed at him as he dashed off. He realized as the last generator went off that perhaps he’d been too distracted, though it didn’t matter anymore since he’d already managed to do well enough to ensure that he was still in the entities good graces. He ran into Ada again at the exit gate. “How unusual for you, not going all out to win.” She mocked him, though she seemed to squirm uncomfortably as Albert just stared her down in response. The only sound filling the silence was the beeping of the exit gate. “Did you manage to find him?” she finally asked. “I did.” He didn’t want to be reminded. “What… what happened?” “That is none of your business. Now go, before I change my mind.” Instead of turning to leave, Ada walked up to him, gently squeezed his arm, and gave him an apologetic, knowing look. She had a tendency to bury her nose in matters that didn’t concern her, knowing everything about everyone. She’d seen right through him. Albert sighed. “Thank you for your help. I don’t know what else would have happened if you hadn’t told me what you knew.” She looked surprised. Perhaps that was the first time he’d ever thanked her for anything, in all their time they’d worked together. She gave him a brief nod and turned to leave. Albert merely stood still and watched as he let her escape.

“What do you see in him anyway? He’s just snarky and mean. And violent. Isn’t he like your polar opposite?” Vittorio was making small talk with Ada while they were working on a gen. She’d asked him if he was alright, seeing as he’d gone missing for a while as he stayed away from the trials. Vittorio had filled her in on everything that had happened. He found it easy to talk to her openly, mostly because she had a way of already knowing everything anyway. She’d made the connection that Albert and him were dating as she had caught them in the archive on several occasions. Though he wasn’t sure if he’d say they were in a relationship. The way they both behaved towards each other seemed to indicate that they were, however. And he still wasn’t sure if the proposal had been a joke or not when he’d given Albert his ring. “He’s not been like that with me.” He replied, and couldn’t help but smile, realizing just how much Albert showed him favoritism. “He’s sweet with me, even cute sometimes. Though he doesn’t like when I call him that.” He chuckled. “I’m glad he treats you well. You look happy.” She looked like she wanted to say something else, a look of what almost seemed like remorse crossing her face. But before Vittorio could ask her if something was the matter, she added: “You’re a good man, Vittorio. It’s the least you deserve.” Vittorio didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t feel like he was a good man at all. He still struggled to let go of the guilt he felt for all the lives that were lost. Because of him. How could he not feel guilty? He sighed and sat back, opening an arcane panel to store energy from the generator they were working on. “Ah. I see why he’s taken a liking to you.” Ada mused. “Hm? What do you mean?” “He must see you like a big mystery for him to solve. There’s so much about you that I don’t think anyone can scientifically explain. That would at least explain what’s gotten him so interested in you.” “I suppose that’s true. This whole thing started with him asking me about my tattoos after all.” “Speak of the devil.” Ada said, looking into the distance. Vittorio turned to see what she was looking at, and saw a familiar figure clothed in black dashing towards them. “I best get going.” Ada said and sprinted away. Vittorio knew Albert wouldn’t go easy on the other survivors. He wasn’t entirely sure if he’d go easy on him either, since he had told him that he wanted to go back to the trials in order to be sacrificed, but it seemed that Albert had no intentions of harming him as he calmly approached him. “What a pleasant surprise. Hello, my lov- what on gods green earth is THAT.” He said, interrupting himself in shock as he got closer. Vittorio realized that this must be the first time Albert had seen him use an arcane panel. “I’m collecting energy from this generator to transfer it to another.” He said, beaming at him. He could see what Ada meant, since his own magic must seem as foreign to his lover as the wonders of the 20th century Albert had told Vittorio about the night before. “How- what? How does it…” Albert crouched down next to him, having a closer look at the light. He seemed to be completely lost for words. Vittorio couldn’t help but giggle, seeing him like this. “I can summon this panel to store energy if I’m working on a generator. It’s very fragile though.” He said, and demonstrated how easily it could be disturbed if he stopped what he was doing. “Though if I draw up the panel again, all progress I’ve made is still stored. Unless it’s completely disrupted.” He said as he drew it up again. Albert stared at it in complete awe. Vittorio wasn’t sure if that’s an expression he’d ever seen on Albert’s face. He hadn’t been aware that it was an expression his lover’s face was even capable of. Vittorio couldn’t help but feel a certain satisfaction. “And once I’ve collected as much energy as this small panel can store, I can transfer it into a generator.” He continued and demonstrated what that looked like. “What the fuck.” Albert whispered to himself, watching as the generator that still had a ways to go before it’d be repaired mere moments ago was suddenly working at full capacity.

“How did you-“ Albert struggled to find any explanation for what he’d just seen. He’d thought it was cute when Vittorio had called the advances in medicine and science ‘magic’, but he was fairly certain that what he’d just witnessed was actual magic. His mind couldn’t grasp it. Vittorio just giggled, pulled him close and placed a kiss on his cheek. He wouldn’t let himself be distracted though. He needed a scientific explanation for what he’d just seen. There must be. “How do you draw it up? How does it store the energy? Where does it go?” he said, grabbing Vittorio by the shoulders to meet his eyes. He could see a faint blue glint in them, like lightning cracking behind the storm-gray clouds. Fuck he’s gorgeous. He thought as he relished staring at Vittorio again. Whatever he had done with his… ‘arcane magic’ seemed to affect him physically as well. He snapped back to the trial when he heard the sound of another generator being completed in the distance. “Dammit, how dare you distract me. You’re gonna have to give me an in-depth explanation later, you’ve gotten me all riled up now.” He said, scoffing dramatically and slicking his hair back as he got up. “Wait!” Vittorio called, giggling to himself as Albert turned to dash away, but he hesitated. “Yes?” Vittorio ran up to him and pulled Albert in for a quick but passionate kiss that made his heart skip a beat. “Right. Of course.” He sighed, leaning in for another. And another. Why’d he have to be so damn addicting? They finally broke apart, and Albert had to force himself to leave quickly. If he didn’t, he’d spend the whole trial at Vittorio’s lips. He’d make a quick end of this one to get back to his lover.

He'd managed to keep his promise to himself as the trial hadn’t taken much longer as he ran into Ada again. He only had to worry about sacrificing the two others. After he’d finished his work, he approached them both at the exit gate, and as Vittorio motioned Ada to run, Albert just scoffed and crossed his arms. “Ada and I have a truce, my dear.” He said as he saw the confusion on Vittorio’s face. “One that still ends up with me having a hook rammed through my shoulder.” “One where you don’t end up dead.” He turned towards Vittorio again. “She helped me find you.” He couldn’t keep the sorrow out of his voice. Though his dear night light seemed to be doing better. “Oh!” Vittorio replied, looking surprised. “Well, thank you, Ada. Forgive me, I didn’t know I owed you.” He’s too good for me. Albert thought, and judging by the if-you-hurt-him-I’ll-kill-you-look Ada gave him, she seemed to agree. “You don’t Vittorio, don’t even mention it. I just wanted to have some leverage against this asshole.” She said, pointing at Albert. “That’s a bold tone considering I can hear you, young lady.” He growled softly. She stuck her tongue out at him in response. “You two seem to know each other quite well.” Vittorio mused. “He was my old boss.” Ada said. “You weren’t a very good subordinate. Defying my orders at every turn.” “Yet I always delivered.” Albert rolled his eyes in response, though he couldn’t deny it. Ada was a woman of many talents, one of them being that she played all sides effortlessly. Back then they seemed to have an unspoken, mutual agreement that they would eventually betray each other. In some way, he’d always like that about her. There were no high expectations – they saw eye to eye. “That’s two now Ada.” He called after her as she turned to leave. “That’s still eight more times you get to watch me leave.” She said, blowing him an exaggerated kiss. He gave her the finger, but she already left. The ground shuddered as the collapse drew closer, but Vittorio just approached him rather than turning to leave. Albert had the sinking feeling that Vittorio was going to let himself be claimed. Vittorio hugged him tightly, showing no interest in escaping. “Aren’t you going to leave?” he said, gently nudging Vittorio towards the exit. “Mmh but you’re so warm, and you already let someone else escape-“ “Please don’t, my love.” He said, grabbing one of Vittorio’s hands and squeezing it. “Don’t force me to watch you die.” Vittorio looked at him in surprise. “I know you said you wanted to get sacrificed, but I can’t. I can’t watch you die. Please don’t make me.” Horror settled onto his beautiful face as he seemed to realize what he had planned on doing. “That… that would be cruel of me. Of course not.” He stammered. He placed a kiss on Albert’s cheek and took off, stumbling as the ground shook beneath their feet. Albert almost jumped to throw him out of the gate if he had to, but Vittorio managed to make it unscathed. Albert sighed in relief – realizing he’d held his breath – as he watched Vittorio escape the trial.

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Arcane Ink - Chapter 22

Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano)

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“Is there anything you could distract yourself with?” His Gattino asked him. Vittorio opened his eyes again to look at his lover and saw the concern on his face. He didn’t want Albert to worry about him. The least he could do was to try and take his mind off of his harrowing, world-view-shattering realization. It seemed they both knew Albert wouldn’t be able to do that for him this time… and frankly, his lover was already doing so much. He couldn’t burden him with this as well. Vittorio thought for a second on what other options he had, before giving an answer. “I haven’t… talked to most of the survivors in quite a while.” He said, sniffling as he wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt in an attempt to collect himself. He hadn’t realized it, but there were some of his friends truly missed speaking to. Mikaela, for example, as she was a witch herself. Perhaps she even knew some things about the observers – no, he needed to distract himself from the people he had put false hope in. Yet his mind had a way of sending his thoughts back to that staircase. He shook himself, trying to get a grip. “How about this then: You go spend time with your friends while you’re already here, and I’ll have another look in the meantime.” His lover offered with a bitter smile, placing a gentle kiss on Vittorio’s hand. He looked at his lover with wide eyes. How Albert could already consider going back to that horror was beyond him. But he couldn’t deny that his Gattino had made a good point: the sooner they could find out what the observers had been planning, what all those deaths had been for, the better. And maybe, just maybe it was worth finishing what they had started. “Are you sure you want to go back there? Alone?” He asked his partner regardless. “I would never ask you to go back there, my dear. Let me handle it.”

Albert could see the worry in his lover’s eyes. The sorrow, the guilt. If he could somehow find a way to take it from him, he would. The only thing he could think of to put Vittorio’s mind at ease was going back there and conducting the research and presenting him with results. Hopefully they could restore his lover’s faith. “What, right now?” His treasure asked him as he sat up, his voice tense. If only he could take all that grief from him… “I mean, I can stay another while if you want to cuddle. But wouldn’t it be better for you to go distract yourself right now? I could use that time while we’re apart anyway to go back.” “I suppose…” His partner reluctantly agreed as he got up as well and change his clothes. Vittorio had been drenched in sweat by the time Albert had carried him to his quarters, but he hadn’t taken the time to get him changed. He’d just laid down with him and held him close until his lover’s trembling had stopped. And then he had stayed where he was, unmoving – except for the occasional backrub. Albert had to smile as he saw that his beloved gem decided to wear the black leather pants he had given him after the first time they’d fucked. “You still look fantastic in them, my love.” He cooed softly, getting up to hug Vittorio from behind and giving him a kiss on the cheek. As he had done then, still craving more of this man. He’d never thought it was possible for him to fall this hard for anyone. To feel so devoted to anyone but himself. “You’ll be alright?” Albert asked his partner, letting him go and grabbing his coat to put it on. “I’m more concerned about you going back there already, Al…” He could tell that Vittorio didn’t like the idea of him exploring the place so soon again. Neither did he like the idea of his lover spending time with anyone but him, but he knew it was out of the question to have his dear treasure be exposed to the gut-wrenching sight again. “I’ll be fine, don’t you worry about me.”

Vittorio made his way to the common area – the large campfire under the open sky, with several logs and benches surrounding it. The survivors liked to gather here, to exchange stories of their time in the real world, to sing songs together and to share their meals here. Vittorio had often spent his time gazing into the night sky, wondering if the stars he looked at were real, or if they were just an illusion created by the entity. He noticed a few familiar faces, as well as some new ones. “Vittorio! It’s been a while! Where have you been hiding?” Chris called to him, and he walked over to join them. The other survivors that were sitting with the man were Jill and Zarina, as well as two unfamiliar faces. Vittorio knew that Chris and Jill were from the same timeline as his dear Albert. And he was vaguely aware that they shared some history, and that his lover had betrayed them both at some point. There was a reason his Gattino was a killer, after all. He shook his head at the thought. Vittorio had never asked Albert much about his past, and his lover never talked about it either. They were quite similar in that regard, as Vittorio hadn’t told him about his various travels and voyages. In fact, all his lover knew about his past in the real world was the end of his time there, as he was being tortured by Kovacs for refusing to reveal any information he had on the observers and the arcane… Vittorio shook his head, frustrated with himself. He was here to distract himself God dammit. He forced himself to focus on something else, on the people in front of him. Vittorio quite enjoyed Chris’ company. They seemed to be on the same wavelength, as their life’s missions had been to save the world. Though Vittorio had never asked Chris to go into much detail about his work, as from any of the man’s stories it was evident that even someone who was regarded as a hero during his time couldn’t abstain from violence. The lord hadn’t wanted to listen to what Chris had been forced to do, but he still held him in high regard. “I’ve been occupied with research on the Arcane, but I’ve decided to crawl out of my hole for a chat.” He chuckled and sat down next to the man. He hadn’t considered it until Chris had called to him, but since he had moved in with Albert, he’d barely attended any trials - for his lover’s sake, though he’d been grateful about not needing to go. But Vittorio knew that none of the survivors wouldn’t approve if he admitted he was spending all of his time with a killer he had fallen head over heels for. Especially since he was the one advocating against violence.

“You’ve been gone so long you haven’t even met the new arrivals!” Jill interrupted his train of thought and introduced the ‘newcomers’: “This is Gabriel, and this is Ellen.” Vittorio held his hand out to shake theirs. “Pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise.” “Oh, you’ll love this. They actually lived on different planets than Earth! We were just discussing what life was like where they are from.” Zarina chimed in. This news utterly shook the medieval lord to his core. “Other… planets?” “Indeed, I lived on a planet called Dvarka before our bot went rouge and started killing the crew.” The one who’d been introduced as Gabriel explained. Vittorio just blinked at him in confusion. He felt like he hadn’t understood anything the man had just said, other than that people had died. “I’m… very sorry for your loss.” was all he responded with an apologetic look on his face. He then expectantly looked over at the lady who’d been introduced as ‘Ellen’. “We were hunted by xenomorphs on Acheron, so not much better.” Again, Vittorio felt like these people were too far out of his league. None of the terms she used rang any bells. Though at least, he understood that humans were prey to whatever this ‘xenomorph’ was. Or it was hunting humans for sport. “He has no clue what we’re talking about.” Gabriel said, evidently he’d caught on. “Ah.. forgive me. I was born during a time where a plague we called the ‘Black death’ wiped out most of our people.” He'd just been three years old when the disease spread like wildfire among the towns. He didn’t remember much of it, but the images of the swellings had been ingrained in his mind on the few occasions he had seen the dead bodies. His parents had done everything to lock off their court in this time. Somehow, they had been unaffected. He forced himself to shake the thought, as he was trying to distract himself from the gloomy imagery of the tower, not simply replace it with an equally appalling one of plague ridden bodies. Though he could see Ellen’s eyes widen in surprise. “So you’re from the middle ages?” “If… that’s what you’ve come to call that time, yes.” “He is from the middle ages.” Jill reassured the woman. “So there’s almost a thousand years between us.” Gabriel said, looking at him in awe, though Vittorio’s heart sank at hearing this.

A thousand years? A full Millenium? Had he spent this much time in the realm already? And that would mean… Albert, and Chris, and Jill, and Zarina, and all the other faces he’d come to know that had been taken at the turn of the Millennium, they had all been here for at least 3 centuries as well… If time progressed in a linear fashion inside the fog. He wasn’t entirely sure. It hadn’t felt like another 300 years had passed, but perhaps after the first 600 you didn’t really notice the rest. “You’d be surprised, he’s still more than capable with repairing the generators. He’s quite a technician. Or magician, I’m not really sure.” Chris chimed in to his surprise, even sounding rather impressed with his talents. “Vittorio, you need to show ‘em how you can transfer energy from one generator to another. It looks so cool.” “Well, I’d need a generator to do that…” The lord answered, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He found himself warming up more and more to the conversation. As it turned out, he’d actually missed talking to the other survivors a lot more than he had originally thought. He found himself willing to demonstrate, though he would need to work on… “Well, let’s hop into a trial then!” Shit. His poor lover had just wanted Vittorio to have a distraction, not put himself in danger. But then again, the trial would definitely take his mind off of the tower… and he was a survivor after all. In a way, getting chased by various killers was his job in this God forsaken place. He knew damn well that Albert was working overtime so that Vittorio wouldn’t need to attend the trials anymore. But, for some odd reason, the lord realized he was excited at the premise of joining his friends – and showing off his powers. Vittorio hadn’t had the chance to answer as Chris had already made the decision for him, pulling him to his feet and dragging him into the fog. Ellen and Gabriel joined them, Zarina and Jill merely waved after them as they were swallowed by the thick, black mist.

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Arcane Ink - Chapter 12

Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano)

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Vittorio sat up. He woke up shaking, tears gently rolling down his face. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he was trying to catch his breath. The events of the previous day were haunting his nightmares. Even in Albert’s embrace, he wasn’t safe from something so recent, so vile, having his body defiled… he felt Albert wrapping his arms around his waist, curling himself around Vittorio as he was sitting on the bed. Feeling his beloved treasure close did help to calm him down. He let out a deep sigh as he finally managed to catch his breath. Albert placed a kiss on his lower back before he sat up next to Vittorio, looking at him with sorrowful eyes. He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed Vittorio’s hand and squeezed it. Vittorio reciprocated, interlacing his fingers with Albert’s, and noticed that his lover was still wearing the ring Vittorio had given him – or rather let him have. He remembered having another ring with a skull on it, perhaps they could wear them together. The thought of them matching, as well as the sight of his old ring on Albert’s hand managed to put a faint smile on his face. Vittorio realized in surprise that he still felt so incredibly safe with Albert. Especially after he’d seen what the man was truly capable of. But he had sworn to protect Vittorio. To fight for him. To be his weapon. Vittorio still didn’t know how to feel about it. He didn’t like that Albert’s words had rung true, when he told Vittorio that for some people violence was the only language they spoke. He wanted to believe there was good in everyone. That violence would become obsolete if people would just talk to each other. But perhaps that was wishful, delusional thinking, seeing as someone who’d lived in the 20th century, someone who’d walked the earth 600 years after his time, had lived a life that was shaped by violence. Perhaps he was being naïve by putting his trust in the good of people. But he wanted to believe. He wouldn’t give up finding paradise. For everyone. “Thank you for saving me.” Vittorio said after they sat in silence for a while, both occupied with their own thoughts. He realized he’d never thanked him. Wesker stopped rubbing his thumb along Vittorio’s hand and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry I was too late.” He whispered, voice low and heavy with remorse. Did Albert blame himself for what had happened? Vittorio grabbed both of Albert’s hands, looking deeply into those warm, red eyes. “I’m glad you found me at all.” He whispered, shuddering at the thought of what he would’ve had to endure if Albert hadn’t found him when he did. Or hadn’t found him at all. Albert wrapped his arms tightly around Vittorio, pulling him into his chest. “Always.” He whispered into Vittorio’s hair. Vittorio felt him tighten the embrace further, he could feel Albert’s heart beating through his own chest, could feel his warmth seeping into his bones, his scent overtaking his lungs as he breathed him in. Their legs intertwined, Vittorio realized that he needed to feel Albert even closer, that having his arms wrapped tightly around him wasn’t enough. He tried to nuzzle deeper into his lovely chest, but to no avail. “Are you alright?- I mean, is there anything I can do for you?” Albert asked. “Can you hold me tighter? I want to feel you closer.” Vittorio whispered, his own arms wrapped tightly around the man. He sounded closer to tears again than he liked. “I don’t think I can hold you much tighter without hurting you, my love.” He replied. “But I can perhaps hold you more.” Before Vittorio understood what Albert had meant, he felt the slick, wriggling sensation of tendrils wrapping around him. He wanted to object, unsure if he liked the feeling, but he realized that pretty much his entire body was now wrapped in the tendrils. Where had they all come from? This amount was a lot more than he had seen Albert ever summoned before. Was his body just… filled with Uroboros?

“Tesoro mio? How does, uhm… how does Uroboros work?” “What do you mean?” “Is all this inside your body, at all times?” Albert had to chuckle. “Ah well, not quite. The virus is usually dormant in my bloodstream, but when I need to use the tendrils, I can get it to sequence and produce itself rather fast. And when I’m done with them, they just break down into other proteins again.” Vittorio just blinked at him. All of what Albert had just said sounded like witchcraft to him, unable to comprehend anything he’d just explained. Albert seemed to notice. “I take it you don’t know much about DNA.” “To me it just sounds like you have your own kind of magic, amore mio.” “No magic tricks, sweetness. Science. Though I suppose we’ve come quite far since your time. People learn about this – well, not exactly this, but infections of all kinds as well as the building blocks of life – in school.” “School? Is that like having a tutor?” “Sort of, except it’s available to everyone. Or is supposed to be anyway.” He said, scratching his cheek. “Oh wow.” Vittorio said with astonishment. What he would give to have a glimpse at the world Albert had lived in. “Would you be interested in learning more about biology? Virology was my field of expertise after all.” Vittorio nodded eagerly. He’d always loved to learn, part of his joy in traveling came from interacting with cultures foreign to him, and learning about their traditions, their beliefs, their findings. He listened intently to Albert explaining what he’d called ‘entry level biology’ to him, from evolution to how cells work to DNA to all kinds of infection, how they spead, what kinds there were, and so on. He’d never seen Albert so enthusiastic, speaking so passionately about something he deeply enjoyed and cared about. He’d been so entranced by Albert’s depictions that he’d completely adjusted to Uroboros wrapping tightly around him, pressing every part of his body close to Albert. He felt he actually enjoyed the sensation, as he could feel the tendrils pulsing in tandem with Albert’s heartbeat. After Albert seemed satisfied with sharing his knowledge, Vittorio just looked at him in sheer awe. It all still sounded so magical to him. And to think this information was publicly available! Albert must’ve noticed Vittorio’s eyes light up in utter amazement. “I never realized how foreign the 20th century must seem to you.” He said with an amused look on his face. “It all seems so… fantastical. I don’t know how else to describe it.” It seemed like the world Albert had lived in was so close to his paradise already, it was hard to imagine how there would still be violence present in a society so advanced. He wanted to know more, wanted to know what else humanity had achieved. “I can teach you more about what the world was like during my time.” Albert said, as though he’d read his mind. “Dio mio please do.” Vittorio replied without missing a beat.

Albert had forgotten how much he’d actually enjoyed virology back when he’d studied it. His talents for chemistry and biology had always been used for Umbrellas purposes, but he’d genuinely found the field intriguing. He almost missed those days working in the lab. He hadn’t had anyone who cared about listening to him ramble about his interests in a long time. Since then, actually, since Birkin was the only person who’d ever shared his interests in DNA and viruses. Vittorio was looking at him expectantly, as Albert was trying to figure out what he could talk about next. Vittorio would probably consider the historical context for most of human achievements to have been ‘barbaric’, and he didn’t want to disappoint him with just how badly humanity had doubled down on their self-destructive as well as abusive tendencies in the last 600 years. He decided to tell Vittorio more about the status quo of science in the 20th century, what achievements and technological advances had happened in the span of a little over 100 years. As he was talking, he realized that although Vittorio still looked at him with pure astonishment, eyes lit up with an almost childlike wonder, his love was getting sleepy. Albert wriggled one arm free, and traced Vittorio’s eyebrows with his thumb. He instantly melted into his touch, eyes closed and face nuzzled into his palm. Oh God, he’s cute. “You should get some rest, sweetness.” He whispered, gently placing a kiss on Vittorio’s forehead. “But I wanna listen to you talk about what the world was like during your time.” He mumbled sleepily, leaning into Albert’s chest. He had to chuckle, but did as he was asked. Albert kept talking in a soft, low voice, and played with Vittorio’s hair as he felt him drift off. He only stopped talking once he was certain that Vittorio was asleep, the soft glow of the tattoo on his cheek still lighting up every now and again. His little night light. The light of his life. Albert felt the glow move through the rest of Vittorio’s body, as he had wrapped the tendrils tightly around his lover. He’d never felt so close to him before, as he was able to feel a faint sense of touch through the tendrils. He loved him. Oh God how he loved him. He would make sure nothing could ever happen to his beloved treasure again. He buried his face in Vittorio’s hair, inhaling his scent, and allowed himself to drift off as well.

Vittorio woke up with his face buried between Albert’s pecs. He inhaled deeply, cherishing his scent. He felt a sense of melancholy wash over him as he remembered the events of the previous day, though he didn’t feel as anxious about it anymore. Now he mostly felt gross, tarnished even. He felt that no amount of washing and cleaning would be enough. He wanted to scrape his skin off. He wanted to tear his insides out. He didn’t want to live inside this body. He shuddered, but as he tried to move, he realized he couldn’t. The tendrils Albert had summoned were still tightly wrapped around him. He’d become so used to the sensation that he hadn’t even felt them anymore. He tried to wriggle his arms and legs free, but felt something like a tug. From under his skin. Vittorio managed to glance at his arm and saw that he couldn’t feel uroboros on his skin anymore because it had seeped under it. He gulped. Rather than panicking or trying to tear it out or even waking up Albert, he just looked at it with intrigue. He could see the tendril pulse ever so slightly, in rhythm with Albert’s heartbeat. He could actually feel Albert’s heartbeat through the tendril if he focused on it. He’d been right though. Uroboros breaking skin didn’t hurt in the slightest. Matter of fact, he couldn’t even feel the entry and exit spots of the tendrils. From what he could tell, Uroboros only managed to fluidly move through skin and muscle, but it didn’t push through any of his bones. Vittorio studied his arm, and tried to see if he could command the tendril under his skin by flexing his muscle. He felt it twitch in response, so he tried to twist and move his arm in different ways. “What are you- oh Jesus Christ I’m so sorry.” Albert started to mumble, but was fully alert once he saw what Vittorio was looking at. Vittorio flinched, surprised by all the tendrils that had been wrapped around his body and partially submerged under his skin suddenly pulling away. When he looked at his arm, there was no sign that anything had just been submerged under his skin. The tendrils hadn’t left a trace, not even an entry or exit wound. “Are you ok? Fuck I’m so sorry I didn’t know it would do that, I-“ “I’m ok.” Vittorio said and placed a peck on Albert’s lips. “Va bene.” “I… hah I had no idea that Uroboros would just seep through your skin like that.” Albert said again but sounding more intrigued now than worried. “I’ve never felt… that sensation before. What were you doing?” “I was trying to see if I could control the tendrils under my skin.” Vittorio said as he repeated the motions he had been doing with his arm. “Can you… do it again? I kinda liked it.” Albert asked hesitantly as he reached out with another tendril. Vittorio gently grabbed it as Albert wrapped the tendril around his arm, allowing him to let it seep through his skin. Both of them shuddered at the sensation. “I’ve never had anyone literally get under my skin before.” Vittorio lovingly teased, flexing various muscles in his arm. Albert inhaled sharply, and Vittorio could feel the tendril pulsing stronger now, feeling Albert’s heart race as if it were inside his arm. It felt so weird. But Vittorio couldn’t deny that he loved how close, how intimate it made them. He could hear Albert whispering ‘fuck’ to himself before he removed the tendril again. “That is so intense. It’s almost like I can feel all the inner workings of your body.” He mumbled, pulling Vittorio into a hug. Vittorio could still feel his lover’s heart race as he was being pressed against his chest. Feeling underneath Vittorio’s skin really seemed to mess with Albert in some way. The feeling had been a welcome distraction, but as they lay there, embracing, Vittorio couldn’t help the disgust he had felt towards himself overtaking him again. He felt as though Albert didn’t deserve to have to lay next to someone who’s been tainted. Unclean. Especially knowing how much Albert cared about hygiene. “I have a request you’re not going to like.” He finally said. “Not a very promising start.” Albert pulled away to look at Vittorio, brow raised. “Go on.” “Let me return to the trials. Let me be sacrificed. Perhaps several times. I want to take shape anew, I don’t want to have to live in…” Vittorio felt tears welling up again, but he managed to swallow them as the thoughts he’d been having had almost carried out of his mouth. “this body.” Albert regarded him. He looked conflicted, pain in those Carnelian red eyes. “Please don’t make me live in this body.” Vittorio repeated under his breath. But Albert still heard him, as he sighed in response and placed a kiss on Vittorio’s cheek. “I won’t. As much as I hate it, if it’ll make you feel better…” he trailed off, lost in thought. Vittorio grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on the ring Albert was still wearing, and whispered: “Thank you.” “Is there nothing I can do to make you feel better?” he finally asked, pleading in his voice. “Unless you want to scrape off and out every last inch of my skin and flesh that they touched, I’m afraid not.” Vittorio immediately pressed his lips together. He hadn’t intended for Albert to hear those thoughts. “I see.” He said. To Vittorio’s surprise, Albert looked defeated, but rather accepting of what Vittorio had told him. “I’m sorry.” He sighed and squeezed Vittorio’s hand. “Do you want to get ready to go now then?” “I suppose, yes. Getting this over with sooner rather than later.” Vittorio said, their fingers still intertwined.

Albert could see the disgust in Vittorio’s eyes as he looked at himself in the mirror. It made his heart clench. If he really hated the state his body was in, and would feel better after being sacrificed, than who was Albert to deny him this relief? A small part of him still loathed the fact that there was nothing he himself could do to make his lover feel better. He walked up behind Vittorio and wrapped his arms around his torso. “I still think you’re too gorgeous for your own good.” He purred in his ear. “I- thank you, Gattino, but that’s not my problem. I just…” he paused, his jaw clenching. Albert motioned for him to continue. “I just feel so… gross. Disgusting. Defiled. I hope the feeling fades once I take shape again and again, leaving this body they desecrated behind.” “I hope so too.” Albert whispered as he leaned down to place a kiss on Vittorio’s shoulder. But I will make you feel divine again. He thought as a plan took shape in his mind for when they both returned from the trials.

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