#dragon!wesker au

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Ouroboros!Wesker (aka. dragon!wesker) AU sketches and doodles~

[least-evil-resident]

medieval resident evil au where Umbrella is a cabal of dark mages trying to unlock the secrets to lichdom and go mad learning secrets from the undead eldritch horror outside of space and time

Chris and Jill are Knights in service of the Order of Stars, Leon is a beginning town guard, Ada is still a spy, honestly not much is different

If you give them ttrpg character sheets then it's even more fun

Would guns be wands, badass Crossbows, or straight up magic, or different based on the game? They could also just be guns but that wouldn't be nearly as interesting.

Consider pistol=dagger, rifle=longsword, shotgun=axe? Grenades could be hand bombs or magic.

Or pistol=hand crossbow, rifle=light crossbow, shotgun is either special bolt or a spell

Beneath the cobblestone streets of raccoon city, where gaslamps and auto-carriages ramble, is the lair of an evil sect of mages developing spells in secret to transform humans into beasts

Could be very bloodborne-esque. Lots of fire and brimstone. Maybe STARS are more like paladins, and the bsaa is an order of Templar type organization.

If we go dnd 5e rules, Chris is a fighter for sure, Jill is like a rogue I guess? Leon could go either. It could be fun to make Claire like a sorcerer since she gets the grenade launcher

In later games I think Chris definitely fits either paladin or barbarian, where Leon goes for more rogue/maybe ranger vibes. Jill seems more rogue+fighter but magic rogue is cool, maybe artificer. Claire would be sorcerer multiclass I think. Keep any mages low powered that way.

Sherry in 6 is maybe warlock or aasimar instead of Cleric? Blood hunter would be cool. Rebecca starts as a Cleric in 0 for sure. For a low magic setting where research and Rituals are matched by quick, small combat spells, how high of a DC do you think enemies would go?

Of course, in a classless system like gurps or all flesh, this would be a lot less restrictive. What would be the best system for resident evil normally? What would be the best one for its fantasy au?

Wesker very much fits the low-fantasy vampire theme. He has a reflection and can step in he sunlight but wow it hurts his eyes. Chris rolls a 20 to punch a boulder to death.

Leon has the lucky feat or 20 in dex or something to pull off his stunts. Chris also gets Charisma as a leader for the bsaa, so paladin is up his alley. Leon's secret service requires more rogue skills, but his time in operation javier trains his skills as a Ranger under Krauser maybe?

Jill and Claire both get grenade launchers, but Jill is more Rogue with her lockpicking so it makes sense for them to switch level ups later on as claire learns more professional skills for rogue training.

Barry definitely hits fighter/barbarian with his heavy weapons. Jake is maybe more monk/barbarian but with something like a dhampir ancestry feature? Sheva is maybe rogue/fighter or paladin fighter since thats when chris starts taking paladin levels. Billy has to be rogue/fighter I think, or maybe fighter/rogue, if he even gets a second class. It would almost make sense for him to be pure rogue and rebecca be cure cleric, since she retires to become a researcher and hes never heard from again. Helena is I guess just plain rogue, hinting at her role in 6, while Leon has his ranger levels. Piers is more rogue/Ranger (or fighter archer). A lot of the one off teammates just don't get super interesting classes as a consequence of their limited appearance. Carlos... Fighter? Just fighter is fine.

Now, the problem here is that each game starts off with little to no equipment for various reasons. In the case of our spell casters like claire and jill, we can't just de-level them between adventures in the resident evil campaign. But we could give them more limited access to spell components to match the resource management of survival horror.

This is more complicated outside of dnd 5e, where a game like All Flesh Must Be Eaten has very different spellcasting rules, so you'd need to stray from a low-magic to a straight low-fantasy setting. Alchemist tools and one use spell scrolls replace your grenades and spell casting maybe? That's the issue you'd run into with treating the setting as one campaign instead of each game as an individual campaign though.

The easiest one to do is RE8. It's literally the same. Ethan starts 7 as a human Commoner, takes levels in artificer as the game goes on, since that one introduced crafting, and comes back very subtly as a human variant with a few new levels in fighter from chris' tutoring. Hey that means we can give Hiesenburg an artificer friend! Class buddies ♡ hiesenburg is probably artificer/sorcerer, giving him charisma and intelligence. Dimetrescu is maybe barbarian if she even gets class levels.

I don't think we can justifiably say Rose is a variant human, I think she gets her own custom ancestry features for this. Sorcerer also feels better than Druid for her, but a couple levels in - you guessed it, rogue! Cover her gun and Stealth skills. You get a lot or rogues and fighters in low powered/low fantasy settings, who knew lol

[devilinlittlehope]

aesthetics for the new fanfic I’ve been dreaming up 🏰⚔️🌙🩸

I’ve been totally obsessed with resident evil and chris redfield in particular so I’m planning on writing the medieval fantasy/beauty and the beast/court of thorns and roses resident evil fic of my dreams! the reader is married to the evil king wesker but betrays him when she goes to castle redfield and falls for his rival! oh and chris is definitely a werewolf 🤭

[nshtn]

New to the whole Wesker thing, but read your last indepth answer to an ask and that makes me wonder and think.

Not quite as serious or technical aligned, but if Wesker was given one comfort item, absolutely anything in the known universe, what and why?

Does this comfort item change things? Is it truly a thing or is it instead a person? Does anyone else know if this comfort or does he guard it more jealously than a dragon with its first hoarded item? Is this something he can one day leave behind with only vaguely fond memories, as per his emotional hangups from the previous ask, or would he raze the world to ash and dust for any harm befalling it?

Your answer about his obsession is what brought this question to the forefront of my mind and it has me in more of a choke hold than any monster or tentacles from his mutated form.

If he was given the most poignant answer, which would be Chris, the comfort item would change everything dependent on the context in which Chris had given himself to him.

— "It wasn't supposed to be this... indefinite enslavement, showing his most vulnerable scales belly-up to a man made docile only by the skin of his teeth and the drug minutes away from expiry."

tags: Chrisker crackfluff, medical, enslavement (kind of, in an ultimately harmless way), obsession, grief and longing and pining, P30, very inspired by this, trauma (hurt and kinda comfort), not canon to my AU!

Under duress, after Spencer has been rendered a mere memory in some sandwiched time between, in the hopes that offering himself up will spare his allies of some worse fate in gowns with gurneys? The peak of Wesker's return of emotion as a result of unchecked, rabid mania?

P30 is an addition to Chris' diet in the form of a small Insulet Omnipod-type device secured to the upper left region of his arm after Jill Valentine inadvertently confirmed that an IV port wasn't required, and the effects of P30 can last for minutes (as opposed to projected seconds, not unlike a whippet) at a time in a weight-adjusted dose.

Wesker is the ultimate authority revolving absolutely anything to do with Chris, keeping him at his side at all times. It is forced domestication, the removal of an enemy, financed, enslaved compassion like Chris is bottled lightning. In this gentle disabling there is no assault, IV poles, chains, whips, cuffs, ropes; though he may mentally prepare for the next foot to drop, it is long amputated.

And it shows; it is as if Wesker has some quasi-awareness that he cannot sway Chris to his radical positions and yet desires for no more than the time to continually try ad-infinitum. Barring that, it's the sleep-and-wake of urges and desires he has compressed since he dethroned Spencer: comfort, a forced award he has denied himself until the security that it is impossible for the other party to exploit him in gaining it.

"Chris, sit down and listen to me." He drones a pointless, resentful debate on the world and its' shortcomings, how one man can never truly destroy the status quo unless he destroys the world. Shell will let him end world hunger? Tricell's biggest partners would kill him long before he could cure degenerative diseases. Chris, monotonous, replies the same way every time, his replies fished from him against his will, never backing down from his impossibly optimistic outlook, never seeing the sense Wesker needs to rip P30 out.

"Chris, talk." And Chris tells him something-or-other ripped from the front of his mind, at times as innocuous as 'why are we watching TV together', and others as damnable as, 'I don't know why you're keeping me alive like this'. Wesker can answer the first swiftly: comfort, familiarity, spitting honesty Chris would never receive without the press of a drug; the second, however, he cannot respond to at all, lips pressing into a thin line. No further comments, no further questions.

"Chris, lay with me." Chris obeys like he always does, set with the utmost care but marionette stiffness as his body presses into the smaller, lither man's, scooped by Wesker's arms and readjusted to be held like an opal, so careful and tender that the raw intention swelling in the quickened rattle of Wesker's heartbeat is unmistakable in Chris' ears. This isn't the spitting image of hatred.

"Hold me, Chris." And he does, and he swears in his mind as he helplessly watches it all unfold step-by-step that Wesker is at his smallest, curling up on Chris like he's the only lifeline to sanity left. Chris can hear something, but he can't see it, and in the haze that P30 draws over its' victim he can scantly place whether Wesker is laughing or crying, and assumes the safety in the former over the unknown in the latter, in the empathy and familiarity he could never quite erase that floods his veins.

There is, oddly, an innocence in it; a fumbling, the waver in Wesker's voice that creeps in when he locks himself in his lab late at night, breath heaving with guilt and panic and vision swimming with something Chris can scantly place. The ice in his eyes melts under Chris' watchful gaze, spilling forth an untold depth of hurt that, like the Wheel of Samsara, continues forever and, like Uroboros, coils itself and furthers its' own suffering. Rough and jagged glaciers melt into spring water, permafrost coaxed into frightful disruption.

Chris finds he does not miss the fighting. The neutrality is its' own source of fear, though. Where is the bile, the usual anger? Is this projected weakness just another game? When will Wesker tire of this? How many more times can he continue to deny Wesker's debate points until he is deemed a failure, or, worse, the repetition finally breaks him?

Chris never knew the boy in Wesker still lived, or even that Wesker was doing anything but taunting him every time he'd bumble on about his naivety in times past. Chris never predicted his worst, most brutal enemy had in himself the same desire for affection and acceptance as any 'mortal'.

Chris' perception of Wesker as a ruthless, brutal, emotionless monster could not outlast the lame truth that the robotic man who had bonded with him in S.T.A.R.S all those years ago had been ensnared by the thorn of humanity Chris embedded in him, and that it had, like a rotten seed, blossomed into whatever the fuck this was. He could not have ever predicted that watching A Space Odyssey on Wesker's couch late at night so long ago and absentmindedly shifting his arm around Wesker's shoulders could result in this - here - today - now.

Chris could never have imagined he would be relegated to this pointless position, hatred rendered like a stock set to boil, confusion scooped away as it rose until what was left scared him: complacency, neutrality, a protectiveness and familiarity. He no longer dreamt of escape, filled with so many of Wesker's neatly-woven commands that he had become near-autonomous and independent save for the inability to simply leave.

And it can never end well. Eventually Chris will get saved or shot, and Wesker knows this, and it kills some unhinged, unleashed part of him to think that the man he met so many years ago can never see his goals realized and watch the world burn together, like he planned.

It was all going to be so easy, or so he deluded himself (time and time and time again): use P30 as a stop-gap to convince him the way you were always going to, rip it out, enact Complete Global Saturation and twirl him in your arms as the NASDAQ crumbles. It wasn't supposed to be this... indefinite enslavement, showing his most vulnerable scales belly-up to a man made docile only by the skin of his teeth and the drug minutes away from expiry.

One day he will enact an overruling command that Chris uses to bludgeon him to death, he's sure of it, and on that day judgment will rise. He will be free of the guilt that burrows in his deepest layers like fleas he can't pick out, and maybe he'll let himself die for what he's done to this steadfast, ignorant, stupidly beautiful man.

But right now, he will marinate in creature comforts and the closest to normalcy and something resembling humanity he will ever approach when the time between endless work permits him it. Compassion is weakness. He is weak. Spencer was right about him, he thinks, privately. Umbrella's biggest failure. Then, he clears his throat.

"Chris, come sit with me... choose something to watch."

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

Monster AU anyone?

I’m still figuring out details and what everyone is but I do have this! (I drew the Ada one in the car in October and the group picture in like September.

Wesker is a Naga, an Eastern kingsnake to be precise. He has ocular albinism and wears prescription sunglasses to protect his delicate eyes.

Chris is a werewolf, Caire is as well but I didn’t draw her yet. (He’s supposed to have body hair but I wasn’t happy with how I was drawing it. He will have it in future drawings!)

Rebecca is a woodland Faun, a variety where both males and females get antlers, being only 18 her little antlers aren’t very developed.

Jill’s mother was a Kitsune and her father a werewolf. She’s the eldest on the Stars team at a little over 100 years old(hence why she has two tails) but she’s fairly young for her species.

Ada is also a Kitsune, she is 234yrs old and her colouring comes from a silver fox.

(At 900yrs old Jill will become more golden(reference to her RE5 colour change) and Ada’s tips will become a true silver while her fur will be jet black.)

(Characters that aren’t drawn but I figured out are Alex(Dragon), Leon(Jacklope/rabbit), the 4 lords and Miranda will have stronger influences to their referenced creatures, and there are some humans too but “monsters” are common place but Zombies are still mutated by the T-Virus. I’m figuring stuff out!)

[sweetlike-blood]

Sweetlikeblood's Resident Evil Fic Masterlist

For my Chrisker Fic Masterlist : [Link]

Mullvans | Jake Muller x Piers Nivans

Sweet Melody 

4.9k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; College AU, Musical references, TA!Jake, Student!Piers

Piers is so close to finishing his aerospace engineering degree, he's only got one semester (and one elective) left! What happens when he takes on a class on music history and ends up falling for his mysterious TA? For the Resident Evil Rarepair Month Week 5 - College AU

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Aching

1k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Piers Nivans Lives, Injury, Chronic Pain, Physical Disability, Established Relationship

Jake was always the best person to comfort Piers on his bad days.

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Hunter's Capture 

2k words ; Teen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Fantasy AU, Half dragon!Jake, Hunter!Piers, Kidnapping, Identity Reveal

What happens when Piers gets whisked away by a dragon in the middle of an investigation? Why has he been taken, just who has taken him?

Cleon | Leon Kennedy x Claire Redfield

Favourite colour 

244 words ; Gen ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Character Study

If you asked Leon S. Kennedy what his favourite colour was, his answer would vary.

Clalex | Claire Redfield x Alex Wesker

Kneeling at the curtain of your hips

1.6k words ; Explicit ; No Archive Warnings ; Established relationship, Mistress/Pet, Obedience, Oral Sex

What's another evening in the company of Alex Wesker, Claire asks herself?

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Do bioweapons dream of love?

1k words ; Mature ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Established relationship, Suicidal thoughts, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Claire had those moments, those moods, it was just a fact. She had so ever since she was young – perhaps it had all started when their parents had died, when she had been left almost all alone, only entrusted in the care of her older brother. Claire felt it hard to care about things sometimes, about life, especially since her own seemed to only be a series of catastrophe, death and loss.

Nivanfield | Piers Nivans x Chris Redfield

'Cause you know the good die young / But so did this

2.2k words ; Explicit ; No Archive Warnings Apply ; Uniform kink, Punishment, Blow Jobs, PWP, Power dynamics

Piers has been kneeling for god knew how long in Chris' office. Surely the young sniper has learned his lesson, has he?

Albert Wesker

V for Violence, W for Wesker 

738 words ; Mature ; Major Character Death ; Character study, implied Chrisker, Canonical character death

Violence was all that Albert Wesker had ever known

[dq1215]

Current list of ideas for my dragon! Resi au thing

still not sure if it's going to be a full au or just my designs yet! But here are what I plan to do with the characters! Only ones I've figured out so far, might think of it more later! In order of game numbers

Wesker- not sure, maybe Quetzalcoatl

Annette- Wyvern

William(before G)- Regular Western dragon

William(After G)- Chimera/monster thing

Sherry- Western dragon

Ethan- Drake

Yeah I just skipped to resi 7 because I've been hyperfixated on resi 2 oops. I'll probably just do whatever feels right for everyone to me but this is what I have down

[zombiebcit]

pedro pascal. 48. demiman. he / they. ― i see you meet MIGUEL SILVA, huh? they are around for… well, it will be 6 YEARS, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE MEDICS, they are. if you want to meet them, they live in H2C, i think. people say they are COMPOSED + PRACTICAL, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also SECRETIVE + CALCULATING, so be safe.

BASIC INFO

⸻ FULL NAME: miguel omar silva

⸻ AGE: 48

⸻ GENDER: demiman

⸻ PRONOUNS: he / them

⸻ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic

⸻ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: homosexual

⸻ SCARS / TATTOOS: many scars on back and torso, a tattoo of fox's skull on the right side of neck ;

⸻ OCCUPATION: before: nurse ; now: medic ;

⸻ FAMILY: julio silva ( younger brother, deceased ) , santiago silva ( husband, alive )

⸻ PLAYLIST: seven nation army by the white stripes ; the noose by a perfect circle ; war child by hollywood undead ; can't go to hell by sin shake sin ; levitate by jeris johnson ; problems by weathers ; dance in the dark by au/ra ; raging on a sunday by bohnes ; zero by the smashing pumpkins ; true friends by bring me the horizon ; we must be killers by mikky ekko ; i love you by royal bliss ; broken crown by mumford & sons ;

⸻ INSPO: daryl dixon ( the walking dead ) , negan ( the walking dead ) , albert wesker ( resident evil ) , joel miller ( the last of us ) , garrus vakarian ( mass effect ) , zevran ( dragon age ) , fenris ( dragon age 2 ) , anakin skywalker / darth vader ( star wars ) ;

STORY

tba

WANTED CONNECTIONS

⸻ 01. ' 𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 '

husband. ( main wc ) . taken by santiago silva  think nicky & joe in the old guard, the soft, comforting and confident love. they both have last name silva. they are together for 22 years now, got married two years before zombie apocalypse. i’m open to plot all kind of things about how they meet etc.

⸻ 02. ' 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂 '

best friend in the whole dead world. open. the best pal, the rick to miguel's daryl, the ' let's sit the fuck down and gossip like the old ladies we really are ' . any gender, prefer 40+ or older. just let the man have his gossip partner.

⸻ 03. ' 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽'𝚃 𝚆𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚂? '

old 'enemy' & friagle allie. open. around 7-8 years ago, before finding the domus spei by any of them, this muse attacked miguel & stolen most - but not all - of his things when he was waiting for his husband. he even have a nice scar to prove it happened. it was very awkward at first when they got here too, but they were desperate back then ( your choice why ) . they are now chill with each other, but the story is coming back from time to time.

[jocelot]

second round of wof/re au dragons!! i was going to make barry a mud/sky but i vibed more with him as a pure skywing. i imagine wesker would be the only hybrid on stars. he’s a night/ice but in a darkstalker kinda way where he can pass as pure nightwing.

[retrorruption]

Made another doodle for dragon AU- I just wanted to redesign some of them, so I gave jill some details while I got rid of wesker n barrys wings so barry is like a giant bearded dragon while wesker is just a snek.

I also wish I was good at writing fanfics so I could just fuck around with this AU more than just drawing.

[therealmofamorus]

Au(S): Free for All.

Mood: Shipping, Morally Ambiguous, Passionate, Crossover

Muses: Note: These are my main muses.

Male

Star Wars: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader & Boba Fett

Overwatch: Junkrat & Reaper & Doomfist

Invincible: Main: Mark/Nolan Grayson

One Piece: Main: Zoro Roronoa & Monkey D. Luffy and Ace

Resident Evil: Main: Ethan Winter & Albert Wesker

My Hero Academia: Main: Shoto Todoroki and Eijiro Kirishima

Naruto: Main: Kiba Inuzuka & Jiraiya

Female

One Piece — Main: Nami & Boa Hancock

Sailor Moon — Main: Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon & Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter

Super Mario Bros — Main: Daisy & Paulina.

The Quintessential Quintuplets — Main: The Quintessential Quintuplets.

Tales of Series — Main: Velvet Crowe & Milla Maxwell & Shionne Vymer Imeris Daymore.

Drakengard — Main: Zero & The Intoners.

Dragon Ball Series — Main: Android 21 & Android 18 & Zangya

Pokemon: — Main: Lusamie and Cynthia

Meme: Open to All Meme (link said meme)

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Stage 5 dragon!Wesker concept sketches

[yurozo]

masterlist♡ ～('▽^人

coming up soon: 

prosthetic traumas of the internal alien, (postre5!jill valentine x reader)  love in all its intensities (re8!chris redfield x reader) the slow-moving machine (re6!leon kennedy x reader)

dragon age: fenris: a study in silence (slight angst/implied smut)

resident evil: leon kennedy: series: uxoriousness/meritoriousness (knight!leon, eventual romance, fluff) in progress! part 1 | part 2 | cont. |  the wolf and the lamb (bioweapon!reader,angst/eventual romance) in progress!

oneshots: slow-dancing in a burning room (oneshot, fluff) ink-related natural disasters (oneshot, restaurant au) the monomyth (oneshot, smut)

chris redfield: what could have been (oneshot, fluff)

albert wesker: hang & bleed (oneshot, romance, kinda dark, restaurant au)

headcanons: university au (leon, chris, claire, jill)  restaurant au (leon, chris, claire, jill, rebecca, luis, carlos, wesker)

[necros-writing-stuff]

Fic Masterlist

Fanfics

Domestication (nsfw, non-con, wolf hybrid reader) M!Eden

This is New - This is Good (nsfw, fox hybrid afab reader) M!Eden

We Could Just Fly Away (nsfw, harpy demon afab reader) M!Eden and M!Robin polyamory

Snares, Stars, and Bated Breaths (nsfw younger au afab reader) M!Eden

Ghost and Mirrors (nsfw, non-con, wolf hybrid afab reader) M!Eden

Added to the Hoard (nsfw, non-con, afab reader) M!Dragon!Bailey

Business and Pleasure (nsfw, non-con, gn reader) M!Bailey

It's Hard to Breath (nsfw, dub-con, gn reader) M!Bailey. Sequel to Business and Pleasure

Dominatrix Barbie (nsfw, male reader, femdom) F!Whitney

Seeking Shelter (nsfw, non-con, afab reader) M!Werewolf!Eden

Proving Vigour (nsfw, afab reader) M!Eden

Ficlets

Tattoo Mini-Fic (nsfw, gn reader) M!Eden

Bailey Piss Drinking (nsfw, non-con, dead dove, gn reader) M!Bailey

Bailey Gunplay (nsfw, non-con, painal, dead dove, gn reader) M!Bailey

Eden Gunplay/Watersports (nsfw, non-con, watersports, afab reader) M!Eden

Young Eden Tutoring (nsfw, non-con, gn reader) M!Eden

Eden Stalking Store Worker (nsfw, non-con, gn reader) M!Eden

Bailey Stuckage (nsfw, non-con, gn reader) M!Bailey - with dick piercings

Bailey Painal (nsfw, non-con, gn reader) M!Bailey

Dog Boy Eden (nsfw, non-con, gn reader) M!Eden

Big Bro Wesker (nsfw, non-con, gn reader) Albert Wesker

Boss Wesker (nsfw, non-con, drugging, afab reader) Albert Wesker

First Time Blowjob (nsfw, gn reader) M!Avery

Stuckage Blowjob (nsfw, dubcon, gn reader) M!Mason

[rainythefox]

Nightfall (CH.16)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon Divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her  brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of  cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling  upon dark secrets. She can’t call the law; Wesker is the law, and she  can’t tell Chris. She is trapped…Claire/Wesker & Slight Chris/Jill (There’s Wesker & William Bromance too lol). Rated M for smut, language, violence, adult content.

AO3 Link

Chapter 16: Mine

Warning: this chapter contains lots of smut. You’ve been warned, okay? Okay! :P Because of this, only the first section of the chapter is available on Tumblr. Please follow the link to AO3 to read the rest. Thank you! :)

Okay, she knew her luck had taken a big dump recently, but this was ridiculous! If she thought the university job was difficult, she promptly changed her mind. That was a walk in the park compared to this. Claire stared at all the people. The exquisite party was happening at the ritzy Orient Restaurant on the second floor of the most luxurious hotel in the city, Central Hotel.

There had to be close to a hundred people here! The whole restaurant was closed to cater for the invitation-only event. Why did she even assume this “Christmas Party” was going to be just a group of rich, old dudes bragging all night? With how her luck has been, she should've known better!

Claire gaped at the man beside her who was unfortunately the closest thing she had to a friend at the moment. She recalled William’s little “briefing” on the drive over here.

“The party’s not gonna be that big. Just a simple “get in, get out”. You’ll be home in no time! Actually, you’ll probably be at Al’s home in no time!”

He was still rubbing his arm where she decked him.

“This is nothing like how you explained it!” she hissed.

But the mad scientist only half-heard her, his eyes lit up as though he was a kid about to enter his very first amusement park. Something in here was on his kill list because Claire overheard he wasn’t a stranger to parties, at least not to parties like this that could get him something he wanted. 

William was actually quite handsome all cleaned up in his suit. Claire had grown accustomed to his usual disheveled appearance that made him attractive in his own way.

He grinned slyly. “Oh relax, sweetheart. You’ll be fine. Most of these people are total bores…losers just out trying to feel important. They got nothing on you!” He winked at her. “You know what to do, who to find. Ada’s on your earpiece and Al and I are here to watch your back. Don’t worry. Al _definitely _won’t let you out of his sight. Just…don’t distract him too much. I need him focused tonight.”

“Are you fu-”

“Erica!” William nearly squealed, waving both arms and abruptly abandoning her. “Is that gown designed by Broca’s aphasia? Because I’m speechless!” 

Claire glared at the fickle bastard as he ditched her to join some other people standing around talking and drinking. She was on her own for now.

“Forget about him, Claire. Just focus on getting to Bennett. Best not drag this out longer than we have to and risk exposing ourselves,” Ada said on her earpiece.

“Okay,” she mumbled, and got into character, her natural Redfield bravado and assurance making it easy to stroll through the party like she owned the place.

It was a beautiful Asian restaurant. Most of the dark tables were accented with candles and glasses. The lounge-like chairs were colorful and comfy, and the tall ceilings gave way to soft LED string lights, oriental paintings and sectioned lattices. In warmer seasons, the same kind of setup could be seen on the massive balcony, but it was currently closed off.

She felt many eyes on her as she started her objective. But she only cared about one set of eyes as she discreetly scanned the place for them.

This many people here was both a blessing and a curse for her mission, and it could go either way real quick at any time. More people meant no room for mistakes, too many eyes. But on the other hand, this many people distracted amongst themselves could make it easy to get away with nearly anything.

Claire soon found the eyes she had been seeking, felt the familiar, pleasing burn on her skin they always caused. She traced them to an area with more people, where a grand, gold statue of Lord Yama sat. Directly in front of the god of death, Wesker was encircled by a small group, mostly beautiful women, and he charmed them effortlessly.

The younger Redfield had to keep herself from staring, also charmed by his chameleon smile, good looks, and striking black suit. Her nerves tingled from simmering blood. She couldn’t believe it. She was actually jealous?! Claire was angry with herself. How could she possibly feel anything of the sort over the man that was blackmailing her?

Besides...she knew Wesker well enough by now to know that it was all pretense. She was sickened and enthralled by how easily he could deceive and influence people. Ada was right. His calculating mind, his clever tongue, those were his deadliest weapons; not his hands, not his gun.

The statue of Yama was simply a backdrop to the true god of death in the room. His admirers probably had no clue and listened intently. The women batted their eyes, pushed out their chests, even the ones who had dates. And those men did nothing about it, perhaps too enthralled themselves or maybe it was the fact that Wesker had an uncanny ability to make most men around him submissive.

He may have looked like he was paying attention to them, his eyes concealed behind black shades, but Claire knew he was watching her. All of her. Every breath, every step, he was in complete tune. Something about that lit a fire in her belly so fierce, she trembled.

The jealousy she felt instantly crumbled. It didn’t matter if those women were rich or prettier or dressed in nicer dresses. They meant nothing to him. Not like she did.

And why was that, exactly?

Claire frowned, faltering mid-step, eyes still locked on Wesker across the room when she should've been moving on. She had some suspicions, if her gut and Ada and William were anything to go by. 

More importantly, why do you care?

“Claire?! Earth to Claire, hello?”

“Huh?”

“You aren’t exactly being inconspicuous staying in one spot drooling over Albert.”

Claire’s face flushed and she briskly walked away with a huff. “I’m not drooling!”

The first place she needed to check for her target would be the bar. Typical. It was in the back of the restaurant, low-lit, a massive, semi-circled bar with a marble countertop up against an airbrushed wall depicting a dragon floating through the clouds.

“Whatever you say, hun.”

Claire bit her tongue, taking a deep breath. “I was just happy to see him chatting up other women. Less problems for me.”

Ada sighed. “Claire, fishing is beneath you. First, they aren’t his type. More importantly, Albert detests easy women.”

That wasn’t her intention. “I wasn’t-”

“Unfortunately and fortunately for you, you are his type and are as difficult as they come. I probably shouldn’t be saying this, but you’re as close to obsession as he’s going to get romantically.”

The only fortune she could come up with was that it was unlikely Wesker would kill her. But obsession through people with sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies like Wesker were never a good thing. Her life might be spared at the end of all this...but at what cost?

Claire briskly pushed that thought aside, something cold and heavy dropping in the pit of her stomach. She needed to focus on finding Bennett and getting this over with. That was her excuse. After all, she wasn’t ready to acknowledge that her own growing infatuation would likely veer her into her captor’s arms for good.

She looked around the bar area. There were all kinds of high-status people attending Bard’s Christmas party. Doctors, politicians, city officials, even Mayor Warren and Chief Irons were here.

She recognized Mueller from Raccoon University having a casual conversation with the man that had to be her target. A picture was never granted, but a detailed description allowed her to quickly analyze him. It had to be him. Tall, average build, auburn hair and an anchor beard. He chatted with Mueller with a drink in his hand.

Just as Claire stepped their way, a strong grip snatched her wrist. She was spun around, coming face-to-face with Nathaniel Bard. He looked fine since the anaphylaxis she put him through with the shrimp, but the creep wasn't happy one bit with her, still keeping a painful grip on her arm.

"I knew I'd see your face again, girl. What happened at the university is all your fault."

Claire glared at him. "You're gonna be hurting more if you don't let me go right now."

The music and all the guests chatting around them helped conceal her threat from eavesdropping ears but the Spencer Memorial doctor heard her clearly.

He considered challenging her, lips pursing, but soon let her go after his eyes scanned the numerous faces within the party. "I know you're working with those two bastards. You have no idea how much harm you’ve caused me and several of my colleagues. Lowery was a good man, understand? He had a family. And now I’m trapped doing those two psychos’ bidding.”

“Maybe you aren’t the only one who is trapped.”

“Well then there’s more to your pretty face, isn’t there? They wouldn’t risk it otherwise.”

Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Claire clenched a fist, as it took all of her willpower not to break his damn nose. She had a job to do here. If she caused a scene in the middle of this party, especially with the man hosting it, then she could kiss her freedom and potentially Chris’s life goodbye.

She did let him in on what he was narrowly missing out on by grabbing his hand and twisting it slightly, squeezing hard on a pressure point. Just enough to make it really hurt, just enough to get her point across while looking like she was just holding his hand to nearly everyone else. “If my life didn’t hinge on fulfilling this job, you’d be on the floor with a broken fucking face, do you understand me?”

“Damn, Claire. I like your style,” Ada chimed in.

The younger Redfield ignored her and smiled, showing the guests they were having a pleasant conversation. Bard hissed in pain, quickly nodding. Claire released him and he jerked his hand away, shaking it off with a grimace.

“Listen, I’ll make the job easy for you. Just...do what you need to do and get out of here. Take those assholes with you. And never show your face at one of my social events ever again.”

“I’d love to, but it’s not my call. But...I have a feeling you know exactly who you can talk to about that.”

Bard scowled, rubbing his injured hand. He muttered something under his breath and motioned her to follow him, heading towards Bennett and Mueller in the back of the bar. “C’mon, and follow my lead.”

“Ugh, he better not screw this up.”

Bard put on a welcoming smile once they reached Mueller and Bennett’s table. Mueller recognized her, but didn’t say anything. She barely got a moment’s glare from him before he flashed Bard a guarded look, as if asking “what are you up to now?” The two men stood and the doctor shook their hands.

“Mr. Bennett! I trust you are enjoying the party? What kind of host would I be if I was neglecting my honored guest?”

He looked to be in his thirties maybe. His smile was warm as he nodded. He noticed Claire nearly right away, and there was a definite reaction of some kind. Attraction, she guessed, immediate infatuation. Great…

“Oh yes,” he said in a European accent. “I am grateful to you and Greg’s hospitality. You’ve made being so far from home much more bearable.”

“Good, good! It’s a shame your business partner couldn’t join us this evening. But I’m sure he had his reasons. You two are busy men, after all!”

Bennett nodded, composed yet amiable. “That we are. I’m sorry, but I have to ask, who is this beautiful young lady you have with you?”

Bard didn’t skip a beat in his front, presenting her with a grin like she was a piece of treasure up for auction.

“I know, stunning right? This is Elza. She’s one of my...assistants.”

The European man held out his hand with a handsome, friendly smile. It could’ve fooled anyone, and it almost fooled her. But her gut constricted at the last moment, her first indication something wasn’t right about this guy.

He took her hand and kissed it softly. “It is my utmost pleasure, Miss Elza. I’m Stephan Bennett. Please, just call me Stephan.”

Claire put on the sweetest smile she could muster, batting her lashes. “The pleasure’s all mine, Stephan.”

He looked her over, and although he was an attractive man, it made her skin crawl.

“Has Greg taken you up to your suite yet?” Bard asked cordially. “I’ve left you a little treat as a thank you for choosing to stay the night in Raccoon City’s famous Central Hotel!” 

Bennett ripped his eyes from Claire and shook his head at the host. “No, sir. I got the keycard to the room earlier, but wanted to check out the party before retreating for the night.” He presented a friendly, almost sheepish smile. “Honestly, I’m still a little messed up with the time zone changes. I didn’t think it would affect me this much.”

“That’s not a problem. My assistant and I will escort you up there. There’s a little bit of business I’d like to discuss with you anyway,” Bard replied.

“What about your party?”

“Eh, they’ll entertain themselves! Greg will take care of things while I’m gone. It won’t be but a few minutes.” Bennett glanced at Claire, expression unreadable, and Bard quickly added. “My assistant is completely trustworthy, don’t worry. She knows about our research.”

Bennett nodded, relieved. “Alright, lead the way, Nathaniel.”

Claire was uncertain what to do as Mueller shook hands with Bennett and bid them good night before heading for the bar. Her job was to stick a bug on the European businessman, probably so Wesker and William could track him straight to Aaron Roth. Leaving the party just tossed her whole plan into the garbage. This just got way riskier.

Nothing like winging a mission where my life’s literally at stake. What’s the worst that can happen?

“Great,” Ada whispered in her ear, not helping Claire’s gut feeling. “Wesker’s watching and listening through your piece. He says it’s fine. Just get that bug on Bennett without him knowing.”

Was that supposed to make her feel better that Wesker said it was fine? And how exactly was he able to do that anyway? That just made her earlier conversation with Ada a lot more awkward...

With a slight tick of her jaw, Claire composed herself with a friendly smile and followed the two men out of the restaurant and into the fancy, historical hotel.

They went to the lobby, a grand room with high ceilings, bright lights, and expensive carpet and decor. The elevator ride to the fifth floor seemed extra crowded, even though there were just three of them. Bard and Bennett chatted normally about their lives and careers. Claire didn’t like the frequent glances Bennett gave her. She waited for an opportunity, stayed vigilant with that inkling sprouting in her gut.

It got worse when Ada told her she lost visual on her from their location.

Wesker’s making you do this alone because he wants to see how you do, said a small voice in the back of her head. She didn’t have proof, but she wouldn’t put it past him.

She gave vague answers when Bennett asked her something, either curious and flirting or digging and deceiving. She wasn’t exactly sure.

Bennett scanned his card and held the door open to the big, two-bedroom suite. Bard strolled right on in but Claire hesitated, not wanting to put her back to these men. When she did, she felt his eyes all over her, and when he closed the door, he purposely brushed her to get by.

They stepped into the spacious living room first, accented with a bar and impressive kitchen. There was a home theater set up in the den, opposite a wall of glass that displayed downtown Raccoon City. Dark buildings silhouetted within soft glows of lights of all colors. Speckles of white rained down softly outside.

“You meant it when you said this suite had a view,” Bennett stated, drawn to the panorama.

Bard gave her a look, dipped his head in the direction of his “guest”, as if urging her to get her business done. Claire glared at him as he turned off to the bar instead.

“Yes, I did! And over here, something just for you, Mr. Bennett. Your favorite wine. All the way from home!”

“I don’t like this. Are you okay? Cough if you are.”

“How thoughtful of you, Dr. Bard. Thank you. You’ve gone out of your way to make me feel at home here.”

Claire didn’t like it either. She looked around, keeping up her appearance as she joined the men at the bar. She didn’t see any danger, but something like it was lurking about. Whatever it was, she was fine for now.

She coughed. “Oh, excuse me.”

Bennett watched her more than Bard, but she still couldn’t read his expression. Bard took the fancy bottle out of the container of ice. “Shall we have a glass while we talk?”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

That clicked an idea in her brain. Claire put a hand on Bard’s arm, mustering up the realest fake friendly smile she could handle, looking between the two men under thick lashes. “How about you gentlemen take a seat, get comfortable? Let me serve you.”

Bennett’s smile held something darker, but it was gone in a flash. Bard looked at her funny, but composed himself and slowly put the wine down on the counter. “Of course, Elza! You’re always the sweetest thing! Come, Stephan, over here.”

“What do you have planned, exactly?” Ada asked. “Ugh, I hate going by sound alone.”

Her cohorts had lied to her, she realized. William promised Wesker wouldn’t let her out of his sight and Ada said she would watch over her. Wesker didn’t say much to her before the party, but disclosed if she did what she was told, she would be fine. She was alone here and certainly felt something other than “fine” was coming her way.

The doctor and his guest went to the lounge chairs nearby, sitting across from each other. It was the perfect way for Claire to bug Bennett without him knowing. She opened the white wine and poured their glasses, giving them time to get settled in their seats and start talking. The more distracted they were, the better. It also gave her a moment to get the tiny tracking device ready.

The younger Redfield served Bennett first. She caressed her fingers up his arm, across his shoulder, stopped at the back of his neck, squeezing his collar gently. Her flirtatious smile was enough to distract him from Bard when she handed him his drink. She didn’t remain long, crossing to Bard and giving him his drink with the same smile, the same caress that made her skin crawl. She left them and returned to the bar, gathering up the wine bottle and ice bucket and placing them on the table in between the two men.

Claire eavesdropped on their conversation, but a lot of it made no sense to her. Big research, Sheena and Rockfort Island, Roth, Ashfords, prototypes, T-series. All similar topics that Wesker and William discussed and were involved with.

“You know, it’s strange how all of our business associates keep coming up dead or missing since we’ve been in town,” Bennett said after a long sip of his wine.

Bard grew quiet, confused, his fingers clenching around his wine glass. “What…do you mean?”

The European man looked at Claire, like he knew all of her secrets, not near as charming now. “You know what happened to them...don’t you, Miss Walker? Or should I call you Miss Redfield?”

Claire stiffened, nails digging into the chair arms. She dared not blink, glaring at him, keeping calm, but reeling underneath on how to react. He knew her name. Her _real _name.

Shit!

“Shit!” Ada echoed in her ear. “Claire, don’t do anything rash. Hang in there.”

It wasn’t as though she had much of a choice. She was on her own. Bard’s alarmed face told her everything. He was just as surprised as her, but would be too much of a coward to help her.

Claire took a deep breath. “I don’t know what happened to them.”

“I think Dr. Lowery would say otherwise.”

“How do you know my real name?”

The European businessman crossed one leg casually, swishing the wine in his glass, sharp eyes on her. “All it took was a little digging. You really shouldn’t use your mother’s maiden name as an alias, darling. Especially one as unique as hers.”

Cold steel bumped the back of her head. A gun.

Wesker had told her the same thing. Warned her.

She was careless to use it after not being prepared at the university. Now she was in real danger. The other wolves that Wesker claimed he was protecting her from had stalked her right into a corner. Then again, maybe he wasn’t expecting _this _pack. Or maybe he had and was ready to give her up as tribute for his own motives…

“Uh, Stephan, what’s going on, is t-this necessary?” Bard asked.

“Quiet, or you’ll have one to your head also.” Bennett motioned for Claire to stand. “My business partner, Aaron, would like to speak to you one-on-one, Miss Redfield. You have the time, right? You can help fill the gaps on what’s been happening to our dealings. We’re getting warm, but it seems as though everyone is too afraid to give us answers. Whoever you’re working for, we’ll cut you a nice deal if you expose them.”

Claire kept his gaze, defiant, silent. She had no choice but to comply. She had no weapons on her, no way to hide one in this dress. She slowly moved her hands down to her sides, preparing to push herself up, and felt it. The cold, metal coil of a corkscrew. She forgot she had brought it with her while serving the drinks.

Snatching it up between her fingers, she stood. The man who had the gun to her head pulled her out away from the chair. Bennett rose from his seat, finishing his drink and setting the empty glass down.

Bard shot up as well, looking between Claire and his guest, panicking. “Wh-What are you doing?”

There were two other men in suits now. They must’ve been hiding in the suite this whole time. Although they didn’t have weapons drawn, they were probably packing like the one behind her.

“Nathaniel, lying to me that she is your assistant? After what happened to Simon, I’m shocked. Someone’s got you cowering and afraid, just like Greg. Just like our friend the Police Chief.”

“I-It’s n-not what you think.”

Bennett nodded to the other men. They grabbed Bard by the arms, containing him. The European man pulled a gun equipped with a silencer from his suit jacket.

The doctor fought his captors. “Wait! No!”

Claire stabbed the man behind her in the groin with the corkscrew. He cried out as she spun, disarming him and shoving him away where he tumbled to the floor. She grabbed the bottle of wine and threw it at Bennett’s head just as he switched his gun on her. The bottle shattered on his face.

She didn’t get far with running. Not in that dress, not in those heels, before she was snatched by his men. A bash above her temple instantly made the world spin. Still, she fought, as weak as she suddenly felt.

Bennett was soaked, his face earning a few gashes from broken glass, blood mixing with golden-colored wine. He cursed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He grabbed her neck, squeezing hard.

“You little bitch! You’re lucky Aaron wants to speak with you, or you’d be dead!”

That’s when his arm snapped. Like a twig. He screamed. Claire, her vision still hazy from the blow to her head, realized he was attacked. His men were attacked; she was let go. A few blinks and she saw Wesker using some sort of martial arts to swiftly dispose of them. Not Bennett though. He raced away to his escape while holding his limp arm that flopped uselessly as he ran.

The STARS Captain had killed the other three. In seconds. With his hands. He paused, looking to the door where Bennett had fled, as if deciding whether to pursue him. He was over it in seconds though, grabbing her and pulling her to him. Not as rough as she had expected, but gentle wasn’t really in his nature.

“Hold still,” he commanded. She felt his hand on her head. He must’ve been examining the clout she had received. “Are you alright?”

There was some blood on his hand when he withdrew it, and she felt it trickling in her hair. It must’ve been just a small cut, otherwise it would’ve been all over her face by now.

“Yeah,” she said. And she was. It had only made her light-headed for a minute or so.

The nearby chair squeaked as it scooted on the carpet, and a muffled curse came from the other side. Wesker finally looked away from her, jaw clenching. He marched over to the furniture and kicked it. The chair crashed and skidded several feet away. Wesker seized Bard by the collar and picked him up, slamming him into the nearby bar counter. The sound his body made hitting the granite countertop made her flinch, and Bard’s yelp confirmed it.

“Wesker, wait, please! I d-didn’t know! I didn’t! I swear! He was gonna kill me too!”

“He was,” Claire confirmed. 

She had no idea why she defended the asshole, especially when he didn’t offer her any help before. But she could tell he was telling the truth. Wesker paused, but didn’t look at her, probably contemplating what to do with the doctor as he shuddered in his hands.

“Consider your...contract extended indefinitely,” Wesker growled, and shoved him over the other side of the bar. He put a couple fingers up to his ear, the same hidden piece she had. “Ada, William, we’re finished here. Ada, track Bennett. William, tell Irons he has a mess to clean up with Bard and Mueller.”

Bard got to his feet, shaken, his surprised eyes finding hers. The younger Redfield glared at him, a silent message he understood. She had spared him a cruel fate from the Devil. But she wouldn’t do it again.

She returned her gaze to the three bodies around her feet. The one she stabbed with the corkscrew had a snapped neck. The other two looked as though they had suddenly dropped dead, nothing to attribute to the hands of the STARS Captain. But she had seen it with her own eyes. And although it shouldn’t have, it lit a fierce fire in her lower belly, spreading when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards the door.

The flames were fanned when he whispered in her ear, his hand squeezing her hip. “You did exceptionally well, dear heart. You make me proud.”

When Ada told her Wesker would want to take her home after seeing her in her dress, she had denied wanting him to, denied she wanted to go home with him willingly. But after what she saw, how he held her close to him like she was his, and his alone, how his breath upon her ear titillated her, made her receptive to him only, she could no longer deny it.

Claire wouldn’t be able to stand the drive there. She wanted him. Wanted him to take her. She was a liar; it wasn’t just a one-time fling or a mistake. It was going to happen again. And she wanted it to, and would do nothing to stop it.

[ao3feed-yuumikayuu]

The Seraphin Throne

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by imhungry_3769015

Game of Thrones/OnS AU!

Tenri Hiiragi is dead.

Meaning the Seraphin Throne is unoccupied, setting off a whole chain of events to see who will end up on the Seraphin Throne.

In Shibuya, Kureto, Mahiru, and Shinya Hiiragi all deal with the death of their "beloved" father, and the new ruler to the Seraphin Throne.

In Nagoya, the Kingslayer/Warden of the North Guren Ichinose faces a threat beyond the wall that he keeps watch over. He begins to train each of the noble family children he keeps as hostages from Shibuya, and his bastard son Yuuichirou to face whatever danger is past the wall.

In Sannomiya, homeland of the former ruling dynasty, Seishirou Hiiragi has escaped from all the capital and has allied himself with the rulers of Osaka Bay to take back the throne he believes is his.

Little do they all know across the Blood Sea the last heir of the Mad King's overthrown dynasty is being married off to the head of a tribe of horse worshipers, Mikaela Shindo has had a tough life and just wants a home, but his protector has other plans, and aside from the fact he's not exactly a normal omega.

Words: 2820, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End, Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Hyakuya Mikaela, Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Shinya, Hiiragi Kureto, Hiiragi Mahiru, Hiiragi Shinoa, Sanguu Mitsuba, Kimizuki Shihou, Saotome Yoichi, Narumi Makoto, Hiiragi Seishirou, Hiiragi Tenri, Krul Tepes, Ferid Bathory, Crowley Eusford, Lacus Welt, René Simm, Lucal Wesker

Relationships: Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Kimizuki Shihou/Saotome Yoichi, Hiiragi Shinya/Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Mahiru/Ichinose Guren, Hiiragi Shinoa/Sanguu Mitsuba, Hiiragi Kureto/Hiiragi Mahiru, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Unrequited Hyakuya Mikaela/Lacus Welt

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Game of Thrones Fusion, Inspired by Game of Thrones, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Omega Hyakuya Mikaela, Alpha Ichinose Guren, Omega Hiiragi Shinya, Omega Krul Tepes, Omega Hiiragi Mahiru, Beta Hiiragi Kureto, This is a hardcore Game of Thrones AU, because I love that show, Yuu Snow, Mikaenerys Targaryen, Dragons, Extreme slow burn, A lot of build-up, Kinda like the actual show, Human Hyakuya Mikaela, Human Lacus Welt, Human René Simms, A/B/O is not that prominent, kinda a plot device actually, Omega Hiiragi Shinoa, Alpha Sanguu Mitsuba, Alpha Kimizuki Shihou, Beta Saotome Yoichi, Incest, Human Lucal Wesker, Arranged Marriage, Beta Lacus Welt, Yuumika is gonna take a while because they're the ultimate one, You Have Been Warned

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