#excella gionne x reader

[qrttt-takk]

Excella Gionne x F!Reader HC's

🏷️: SFW, WLW, Kinda problematic themes (she is evil afterall)

-Excella definitely made the first move, you were probably the desk lady at a very nice hotel she frequents and she thought you were really cute...she was very arrogant when she asked you out though, saying how you were extremely privileged to be given her phone number and how you'll regret it if you refused her advances...

You agreed to have a date with her out of fear

-Always pays for whatever you want, your first week of dating she took you out everyday to nice restaurants and even nicer hotels. If you're humble it just encouraged her to give you more, however if you were spoiled she worked harder to please you

-Excella is the type of woman that "dates to marry", she doesn't bother with flings or meaningless relationships as they often bore and frustrate her, she has better things to do with her time than entertaining someone she knows she won't have a meaningful relationship with

That said, once she gets to know you more and fully trusts you, she commits fully...Excella will pressure you to move in with her a few months into dating and will promise you the world with heartfelt words and gestures. Under her arrogant persona she has a caring and sweet personality, she is fully prepared to battle the world if it means to have you

-Is very snobby with food, claims that her palette is hard to please and will refuse to eat anything that's not to her standards/is of different variation, you call her a picky eater and happily eat what she won't

-When she's in different countries modeling Excella brings you nice and expensive souvenirs, she often gets sad that she can't bring you along with her but she makes up for it when she gets back home to you

-Sometimes she likes to bring you over to the Tricell company whenever she feels like it's gonna be a rough day, you're kinda like her emotional support person..

Excella drags you in conference rooms or her office and has you sitting in her lap, often stroking your hair or leaning against you for comfort. It gets kinda embarrassing when it's in the presence of other people but you get used to it, obviously nobody would dare to judge or question her or you

-Really enjoys celebrating holidays/birthdays/ect only with people she really cares about, she's really sentimental (the list of those said people is small)

-Generally untrusting of others, if you have friends she tends to judge them or have bad opinions of them, she's very loud about it too...it takes you forever to convince her that not everyone is awful

-She masks her feelings well if she doesn't want to stress or worry you, sometimes you have to pry information out of her for the sake of her wellbeing

-Excella has like a 20 step skincare routine, she showers at night so it takes her forever to finally be in bed ready to sleep, she encourages you to adopt one too

-If you're into make-up she likes to give you tips and do it for you, it makes her feel nice when she makes you look all cute and pretty

-She likes buying you a lot of clothes and shoes, sometimes making you outfits and laying them on your bed before you wake up.... LOVES to match, this woman will fawn over you if you decide to wear a dress that matches hers

-Admittedly it would take a lot but if you did something to make Excella mad she WILL let you know by either yelling or demeaning you, sometimes even going as far as saying just how utterly useless you are...

-Excella remembers the most insignificant and smallest details ever, like a certain towel she forgot to bring with her or why aren't you wearing the earrings she got you a month ago

Of course, she doesn't mean her cruel words and immediately goes to another room to cool down, apologizing later with gifts or your favorite snacks

-Loves to stroke your hair or pet you like a sweet little animal, she fusses over little things only because it gives her an excuse to have her hands all over you

-Most people with the type of money she has are usually tasteless, fortunately for you she's not. Excella has a natural eye for style and decorum, nothing she owns is bland or for the sake of a brand...she makes sure to have personalized things, she's more than happy to help you figure out your style if you do struggle with that

-Very confident in herself, Excella believes doubt only breeds incompetence...if she's wrong she'll try to convince you that she's right, could realistically become a lawyer.

Of course her stubbornness is a main argument point in your relationship

-She is well versed in the kitchen, it surprised you when she put on an apron and made you both a beautiful bowl of pasta. Wherever you both live, she does stay connected with her roots and makes a lot of Italian food, it gets to the point where you grow sick of it and beg her to either make something else or let you cook (she gets offended at the mere suggestions)

-Excella smells really nice, she has a cabinet specifically for her rare perfumes and lotions definitely costing well over thousands. Even when she gets back from a long day outside she will never smell bad

She often likes to make you wear the same scents as her so that way you'll always have her in mind, you find it a bit narcissistic but in the end you always find yourself sniffing your shirt or jacket when you miss her

-Very, VERY melodramatic. If you get even slightly annoyed at Excella she acts shocked and whines about your cruelty

"My dear how heartless you are to me....have you no compassion? I am mortal just like you yet you judge me so unfairly..."

"That has nothing to do with the fact you drank all of my frappe"

"I told you I'd buy a thousand more!"

With that being said she does take things to heart, if you do say something that hurts or criticizes her she'll pretend to not care but agonize over it for hours on end.

You can't be mean with jokes but if you are you'll have to reassure her that she's still perfect and beautiful no matter what

-The term "renaissance woman" fits her quite well, she's so incredibly talented in many different things sometimes it makes you jealous, however instead of gloating she likes impressing you instead

Excella would definitely learn any instrument if it meant you'll praise her and be in utter awe, she likes to see your genuine looks of admiration...it helps cement the idea that her hard work does indeed pay off beautifully

-If you really want to cheer her up or just express your gratefulness you often pretend to worship her like a Greek goddess, hand-feeding her grapes from a vine and praising her beauty and intelligence

It fuels her ego like crazy so you have to be careful with how far you go ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

I love mean women with all my heart 💘, Shout-out to the 5 Excella enjoyers

[destinationtrekk]

Something a little sad. Re5 Wesker, where Reader feels less and less seen and loved, she understands that Wesker has a lot of work and a world to conquer, but she still needs him, no, she doesn't want his credit card or a dinner that Wesker abandons within minutes.

She is tired of waking up in a cold bed next to him, of only arguing with Wesker the few moments she sees him, tired of giving everything of herself to receive nothing in return.

What changes everything is Excella, seeing her flirting with Wesker breaks her heart, insecurities haunt her for days, weeks even, reader thinks Wesker notices, but he doesn't, in an argument she can't take it anymore.

"You're so used to me always forgiving you and being there for you, you haven't even noticed how little love you've given me. I'm tired Albert, tired."

it would take a serious loss for re5!wesker to realize something like this. he manipulated excella for his own benefit and then killed her just because it bought him some time, so if anything i think he'll be really annoyed you're calling him out. it's not that he wants to manipulate you too, he DOES care deep down.

when excella flirts with him he's annoyed by that too. he wants to snap and push her away but for the sake of his plan he can't do that. he tries to explain to you what he has going on and whats at stake, but you hit him back with "our relationship is at stake."

this makes him pause. he had never even considered losing you. he sort of felt bad about the nights he spent away and all the times he cancelled on you or just totally forgot, but he thought that was what couples did. people forget things sometimes, especially when they're as important and busy as a Wesker.

you have to sit with him and have a serious conversation about your happiness and maybe even threaten to leave. it's a little toxic and you feel bad, but you feel worse about living in a big cold house while being ignored by your partner.

hopefully this makes him realize what he's done, but he won't immediately fix it. he does try harder to answer your texts and calls and be home in time to fall asleep with you, but i think he's a very hard man to love at this point in his life and you'll have to stick it out to make things work

[wil-o-wispy]

The Wife, the Lover and the Bastard Son - Part 5

Pairing: Chris Redfield x FEM!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (You are here)

Summary: The more hours that pass, the closer he is to finding you.

Content: Canon typical violence/swearing, descriptions of blood, more reader lore drops, references to RE5, brief mentions of vomiting from seasickness, mostly next chapter setup but there's some juiciness in here, brief description of banging a head against a wall. Reader is referred to as 'Doc' and is the wife of (dead?) Albert Wesker and is a former Umbrella scientist.

a/n: That took longer than I thought but here it is. Once again, I appreciate you and thank you for reading!

w/c: 9.4k

It felt like you were running for an eternity after you witnessed Albert breaking out of his experimental confines. You didn’t look back. You didn’t have a plan. You didn’t even think on where to go next. Your only goal was to get as far away from Albert as physically possible.

Years of suppressed trauma from the day Albert died rears its ugly head and everything floods back to you in one overwhelming emotional wave that feeds your adrenaline and keeps your feet moving one in front of the other. Fear. Confusion. Anger. Devastation. Fear. You keep having to wipe away the tears that won’t stop leaking out of your eyes, trying in vain to keep your vision clear as you blindly wind your way through the facility.

But adrenaline highs eventually run out even if paralyzing fear is still present.

Your legs cramp. Your lungs scream for something more than just short puffs of air. Your heart works overtime from the strain of the situation and beats so fast it hurts and black dots the edges of your vision. Blood pumps through your veins so quickly that you can hear it in your ears so you can’t focus on anything else.

The moment you need to place your hand on the wall to keep yourself from collapsing is the second you decide to open whatever door is closest and hide out in whatever room is on the other side of it.

You’ve managed to run from the inner sanctum of the new lab all the way to an older, non-refurbished part. Is this the old lab? What used to be part of the military base? You can’t tell and you don’t care. You push open the door and sink to the floor as soon as you shut it again, trying to gulp some air into your lungs so you don’t keel over and pass out. As you try to slow down your breathing and collect yourself, only one thought is going through your mind.

This isn’t fucking happening he’s supposed to be dead.

There’s a sound that makes you jolt upright and whip your head to the edge of the room.

Whoever was here previously left in a hurry. There are loose DVD’s, clear DVD cases, and cases with DVD’s still in them scattered all over the desk in the back while a projector idly flickers against a white screen against the adjacent wall. The noise is coming from behind the projector.

You cautiously get up from the floor and make your way over to it, still wobbly on your feet but able to keep yourself from toppling over and discover the source of the whirring: a DVD player. The disk holder is trying to retract into the machine, but the machine is askew and miscellaneous office junk is preventing it from closing properly. There’s a date written in Sharpie on the disk: March 19, 2006. The day Albert died.

A note with an official looking letterhead sits next to the machine, partially crumpled up. You pick it up, unfold it, and read its contents.

RE: Wesker Collection: Africa Tanker July 2002 – March 2006.

To Our Most Esteemed Client,

We thank you for entrusting us with this extensive recovery project involving the late Albert Wesker and his surviving wife. It has truly been an honor to observe the infamous scientist in his private life while carrying out these services.

We are happy to report that 93% of the recovered footage provided from the Africa tanker was able to be upgraded to your UHD specifications, as well as remove the most glaring audio anomalies for improved sound quality. Please see the attached inventory sheet for a full breakdown. The full transcripts will become available in the coming weeks as previously discussed.

I would humbly encourage you to reconsider my suggestion regarding upgrading the remaining footage archive. There is much to be learned from his methods in creating the Uroboros virus as well as advancing the gestation of the Plaga parasite. Should you change your mind, we would be elated to welcome you back as a client.

You feel a gentle numbness come over you as you read the note. The DVD player whirs again. Your eyes flick over to it. You absentmindedly put down the paper, reposition the DVD player so it sits properly, and move the junk that’s preventing the disk compartment from closing. The little door finally closes with a soft tapping noise, and the DVD inside it whirs until it emits a soft hum.

The image flickers to life on the projector and you feel a lump in your throat. You recognize the room. It’s CCTV footage a captain’s quarters space with a metal chair in the center with straps to constrain an unlucky subject to it at the wrists, arms, and chest. On the screen, two distant voices outside the room are arguing: a man and a woman. As the voices get closer to the room, you recognize the sound of your own voice even before Albert kicks the door open and drags you into the room by your forearm while you struggle in vain against his grip.

“I’m not like you!” You retort defiantly.

“But you are my dear, in more ways than you care to admit.” Albert replies, clearly getting impatient with how you’re acting.

“Like hell I am! Statistically, I’m gonna end up like any other one of your test subjects!”

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to those weaklings!” Albert spits, incensed at your response and abruptly forcing you in front of him so his angered expression is up close to your nervous one. Albert breathes heavily for a moment, then speaks in a colder, more pragmatic tone that is expected of him.

“You will evolve beyond your limits, and you will thank me for it.”

You watch Albert force you into the chair despite your continued protests. You watch as he straps your wrists to the arms of the chair and your torso to the back of it so quickly that the video appears to buffer on Albert’s main movements while you fail to struggle against him. You know it’s not the video. He was just that fast. You continue to struggle even after Albert takes a step back with an angered look.

“I have a rendezvous with an old colleague that I can’t afford to miss, but when I return-” You watch Albert roughly grasp your chin and turn your face to look up at him and you freeze. Albert’s voice turns into a deadly, low tone.

“I want a satisfactory answer out of you.”

After staring you down for a moment, he releases your chin and walks to the door, intending to close it. You watch him go with a defeated look.

“Please don’t do this.” You beg with a small voice.

You see Albert pause at the door and sigh with his back to the camera. He doesn’t turn to look at you. “It’s happening with or without your participation my dear. I suggest you be in good company when my New World emerges from the embers of humanity.”

Albert slams the door and you jump in your seat. A lock engages, then heavy footsteps quickly get further and further away. Once it’s quiet again, you immediately resume your attempts to wiggle out of the chair.

With no warning, the footage erupts into pixelated static, a slideshow of random frames you can barely make out, then it finally cuts to you later, still strapped to the chair in that room, and screaming at the top of your lungs.

“HELLO? I’M IN HERE! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS THING!” Your voice is strained from shouting and thick from crying. You remember the ship rocking from side to side so precariously that you thought it was going to flip over and you’d drown in that room. There’s methodical, forceful banging on the door and you can see it straining from the force of your rescuers on the other side of it.

In the real world, you hear heavy footsteps stomping towards the room you’re in and you’re suddenly very aware of how loud the projector is. Whoever heard already knows you’re here, so you just grab the closest thing to a weapon you see, which happens to be a stapler, and crawl under the desk and pull your knees to your chest. All the while, you hear yourself keep screaming for help on the projector.

A moment later, the door to the projector room flies open with so much force that you hear it slam against the wall followed by quick and heavy footsteps rushing into the room.

At the same time on the screen, you hear the door to that room finally break open, and Chris’ words trying to comfort you as Sheva and him undo your binds. Their chorus of ‘It’s okay’s’ and ‘you’re alright’s’ are ignored by you, and you get straight to business as usual, albeit with a rattled voice.

“What was that? Why was everything shaking?”

You can’t see the screen, but you know Sheva and Chris are looking at each other. Sheva finally answers.

“Excella was rejected by Uroboros.”

You’re silent for a moment on the projector. “… I tried to warn her.”

You hear yourself struggling to get to your feet, your seasickness coming back at full force as you struggle to walk in a straight line and you hear Chris grab your arm to steady you.

“Careful!” Chris says with a worried tone.

“Forget about me! We have to hurry we’re running out of time!” Your voice is strained like you’re about to vomit and you hear yourself quickly stumble out of the room while Chris and Sheva hurry after you.

The three sets of voices retreat from the room on the screen and the projector grows silent.

In the newfound silence of the room, you realize your breathing is much too loud so you cover your mouth to silence yourself.

But it’s too late for that.

You hear the footsteps stealthily approach closer.

And closer.

And closer.

You sense the presence stop right outside of your range of vision under the desk.

Albert found you. This is the end.

You yelp in surprise and raise the stapler to bludgeon whatever just discovered your hiding spot, but you freeze like a deer in headlights when you see Jake with his pistol raised.

For a moment, he just stares at you while you try in vain to steady your staccato breathing. You know you look like a mess. Tears streak your terrified face, hair sticks out in every direction, and most notably, there are blood splatters that stain your clothes.

“Doc? Jesus what happened to you?”

Jake holsters his gun and brushes your arms out of the way. He looks closely at your clothes, looking for entry points for injuries.

“It okay it’s… it’s not mine. I-I just can’t get a grip.” Your voice is hoarse and strained. No matter how hard you try you can’t seem to slow your breathing enough to even think about calming down.

Jake stops looking for injuries and directs his icy gaze to your tearful expression. “What happened?”

“He’s-” You take in a deep and shaky breath, “-he’s alive b-but he’s… he’s not himself and I… I don’t know if that’s better or worse-”

“Doc. Take a breath. Who’s alive?” Jake is trying to be the voice of reason in your panicked state, but his tone has an edge of seriousness to it.

“Wesker! These people excavated his fucking corpse and decided it was a genius idea to reanimate him. That director guy took me to the chamber, then he woke up and there was carnage when he heard my voice and… and…I can’t… I can’t do this again Jake!”

You slam down the stapler onto the ground and you put your head in your hands trying to get some sense of comfort. You mumble in your hands, still not wanting to believe your new set of circumstances.

“Why do people keep doing this? This kind of shit never ends well. You’d think people would learn but they just don’t.”

It never ends. People will always think they’re smarter than their predecessors.

Your head is pounding behind your eyes so you move a few fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose for some relief.

“What do you mean?”

You blink. Your hands retreat from your face and your eyes slowly move to Jake’s. “What?”

“You said you couldn’t do this again, what do you mean?”

Right. You did say that. You take a deep breath and finally muster up enough composure to answer.

“I… it’s a long story but to make it brief, I was the one who blew the whistle on the Uroboros project.”

Jake’s serious expression doesn’t change. You look at your hands.

“I finally realized how apocalyptic the project really was and I needed to tell someone. By a stroke of dumb luck I managed to get a B.S.A.A. radio and alert the African division.”

You feel your eyes growing hot again and you blink away the heat.

“Two agents were able to get to me about two weeks later and I told them how to kill him.”

You take another deep breath and continue.

“I told you earlier he needed regular doses of the virus to keep it stable. I knew that giving him too much would cause adverse effects. Or at least slow him down enough so the B.S.A.A. could put him down.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“So I showed them where he kept the extra doses. And then I showed them where the virus warheads were.”

You close your eyes and lean your head back against the underside of the desk. Jake doesn’t need to know the rest. He doesn’t need to know that Chris noticed how sickly and scared you were and put his hand on your shoulder to comfort you. He doesn’t need to know that Albert saw his nemesis touching his wife and was seething with barely contained rage because of it. He doesn’t need to know how your heart got caught in your throat when you felt Albert’s inhumanly strong arms wrap around your waist, your body move dizzyingly fast, and before you realized what had even happened, he had your back to his chest and his hand wrapped menacingly tight around your throat as he growled in your ear.

“It’s in your best interest to listen to me dearheart. We wouldn’t want any accidents to happen in front of our guests, would we?”

Jake doesn’t need to know that everything in your body betrayed you at that moment. You should have screamed, you should have thrashed, you should have done quite literally anything to try to escape his grip as futile as it would have been. But you didn’t. Jake doesn’t need to know that you’d seen Albert angry a handful of times but this was the first time you felt that he could actually kill you for going against his wishes. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if he knew it was a thinly veiled threat at best, but it was more than enough to rob you of your voice, freeze in place, and cause tears to prick at the corners of your eyes, just like today.

You don’t tell Jake any of this, but he seems to understand the subtext of your words perfectly anyway. When you feel confident you’re not going to burst into tears again, you look back at Jake.

“Albert saw. He knows what I did. He’s going to kill me for betraying him.”

Silence weighs over the two of you like a thick fog, choking any semblance of hope in the haze of reality.  You sit there wallowing in the harsh reality of your words. You knew in your soul that it was the truth, but it feels so much more real when you hypothesize Albert’s intentions with you out loud. Jake is silent, the wheels turning in his head on what he should say.

“That was a long time ago you can’t know that for sure.”

“He’s not the forgiving type, Jake. He never was.”

You hear a distant clang, and something you could have sworn was a monstrous roar from the direction of where you last saw Albert outside of the room. You freeze. Jake glances outside of your hiding place, then back to you, now aware of how distressed you actually are. Jake holds out his hand to you. He gestures you to come out.

“C’mon. I found someplace safe we can hide out for a while.” He whispers in a confident tone.

You don’t look at him. Your eyes are trained on the open door to the room.

Would Albert inject you with a virus first? Terrorize you? Gloat? Kill you outright?

“Doc, we have to go. You can’t stay here, it’s not secure.”

The ‘not secure’ comment breaks through to you, and you turn your head away from the hallway to nod up at Jake. You let him help you to your feet.

It takes much longer than you would have liked to get to the safe place even though it’s only a few hallways past the room you ran into. You freeze at nearly every distant noise, but Jake is surprisingly patient with you. He gives you incentivizing but firm words to keep your feet moving, occasionally putting his hand on your back to encourage you to keep going.

The ‘safe room’ ends up being a hybrid communications room. One part is dedicated to running the security cameras with over a dozen different monitors flickering to different parts of the facility with an intercom system attached to it. Another computer system close by it has a complex-looking computer system with a microphone attached to it. Yet another part is made up of a large console for computers and a hodgepodge conglomerate of tech for listening to and watching different sorts of media, some storage boxes, as well as a professional assortment of radio equipment. Jake sees your eyes light up upon seeing the radio setup, then shakes his head with a serious expression.

“Don’t get your hopes up yet. It’s busted.”

Your shoulders slump.

“… great.” You utter quietly. You drag your feet over to a table overflowing with scattered papers, a pair of headphones and a personal computer on it, and slump into a chair.

“Hey, we’re not out of options yet. We’ve still got this thing.” Jake says optimistically, lightly smacking his hand on the control panel of the large computer system with the microphone. “All it needs is a key card with enough clearance.”

You sigh, wanting the computer route to work out but also trying not to get too invested in the idea if it doesn’t. “Try this.” You mutter, pulling out Youju’s white keycard and holding it out to Jake. The blood on it has dried to a sickly brown color and has a faint coppery smell. Jake takes it with an eyebrow raised.

You shrug. “It was Youju’s. He won’t miss it.”

“…. I’m sure he won’t. Give me a couple minutes.”

Jake heads over to the computer and you hold your head in your hands, leaning over the table on your elbows trying to process everything that’s just happened.

Albert’s alive.

You destroyed the only Uroboros sample on this godforsaken island.

You’re willing to bet the military part of the facility isn’t stocked up on a convenient rocket launcher to get you out of this mess.

You aren’t one to wallow in self-pity but given the unthinkable circumstances, you can’t help but feel like you’ve already been backed into a corner that you have no hope of escaping.

You take another deep breath and stare absentmindedly at the papers on the table. You weren’t particularly looking for anything, but you can’t help but notice the format of the documents in front of you. All of them are audio transcripts. One of them catches your eye with its title in bold letters at the top of the page. The heading reads WESKER/GIONNE UROBOROS MEETING– JANUARY 18, 2006. A few inches below it, there’s a handwritten note in the right margin: No good. Audio too distorted and she doesn’t say anything we can use. Positive depictions of the wife only.

Positive depictions of you only? That piques your interest.

You think back to what Youju said before you woke Albert up. We’ve tried recordings of your voice and they’ve yielded positive results but not the ones we’re looking for.

You turn your attention to the computer, then eye the headphones. You dig for the mouse under the mountain of papers and wiggle it when you finally find it. The computer monitor hums to life, already logged in. On the screen, there’s a video file already pulled up of the meeting.

Out of curiosity, you put on the headphones and hit play. As the audio recording runs, you alternate between looking at the transcript and watching the footage.

The footage plays and you see a board room with a presentation on a projector. The angle is from above the projector so you can’t see what’s on the screen, but you have a good view of you and Albert sitting on opposite sides of a conference table with a cloaked figure standing not too far from you.

Jill. She deserved a better chance than you to rescue her from hell.

You recognize Excella’s thick Italian accent before you can even see her come into view. You can’t really hear everything Excella is saying due to her being in such close proximity to the camera microphone, but you recognize choice words throughout her presentation.

Tanker.

Uroboros.

Transport.

Warheads.

You remember this presentation. Excella was talking about transport protocols for Uroboros leading up to the actual virus release. Albert insisted on your attendance. While you never gave verbal feedback on his experiments at this time, you eventually figured out that Albert would carefully watch your facial expressions and body language to get your thoughts instead. You perfected your stone-faced expression out of necessity in not accidentally contributing to his plans. You watch yourself paying rapt attention. You have to give yourself credit, your poker face looks good here even though you know you were scared out of your mind. It was finally sinking into your head that the world would end if you didn’t do something to intervene.

While you’re lost in your thoughts, Excella finally finishes her speech and sultrily saunters behind Albert’s chair. Now that Excella is farther away from the microphone, it’s picking up the rest of the audio in the room much better. Even so, the audio still sounds grainy.

“Albert?” Excella croons, putting her hands on Albert’s shoulders and lightly rubbing them. She leans down close to his ear.

“Do you have any contributing thoughts?”

Albert doesn’t even look at Excella. Instead, his sunglasses adorned face turns to you sitting across the table. “I’d like to hear what my wife thinks of this contingency plan of yours.”

Excella’s mouth morphs into a thin line and she straightens her posture, not happy about that request but not saying anything to refute it. She puts on a fake smile but doesn’t take her hands off of Albert’s shoulders. “Of course.”

You don’t look at him. You only stare blankly at the presentation on the projector. You can’t tell from your body language, but you know that in this moment you were already thinking of ways to combat the Uroboros plan. But you also knew that voicing your honest thoughts would throw a wrench in any plan you would make in the future.

“Excella has already outlined the important details and caveats. I have nothing else to add.” You reply politely. Even through the slight graininess of the footage, your stiff posture and unwillingness to look in Albert and Excella’s direction are very noticeable.

Albert grunts with a nearly imperceptible frown, not satisfied with the answer. Or with the fact that you’re refusing to look in his direction. “Very well, but I still want your thoughts on the project.”

“You already have the project in good hands. End of thought.” You finally turn your head away from the screen and gesture to Excella with a neutral expression.

You knew that Excella wanted Albert, but you were almost certain that he didn’t want her. He only mentioned her in passing in whatever limited conversation he had with you, but there was always an underlying message in his choice of words that he thought she was beneath him. A pretty face with brains, a bankroll and resources behind it, but too caught up in wanting to be recognized as a legitimate member of her prestigious family and not having enough self-awareness to know she was in partnership with a viper in the grass that would discard her when it became convenient. You were almost certain because even though you knew this, he never pushed her off or rejected her advances in front of you.

“I feel tired. I’m turning in early.” You get up from your seat and briskly walk to the door.

It would have been easy to miss if you didn’t know Albert’s mannerisms so well, but you see him let out a sharp breath through his nose. He’s miffed by your response. He knew you were growing more distant by the day. He knew you didn’t like his plan. He knew you were slipping through his fingers like grains of sand that he methodically kept trying to contain by constricting his grip even more heavy handedly than he did before.

Any other interaction like this behind closed doors would have progressed to him subtly forcing his proximity to you; following you out like a suffocating shadow and pulling your attention to any mundane conversation that would ultimately lead to him explaining himself with yet another angle that didn’t justify his end goals in the slightest with the intention of you at least understanding why he thought this was the only viable course of action. Saving the known world is an admirable adventure in a number of epics old and new. But saving the world by starting anew? A new world with superhumans could never be justified by sacrificing billions of lives.

On any other day he would have followed you.

Instead, Albert is forced to save face in front of his suffocating business partner.

“Escort her to the suite.” Albert orders the cloaked figure, which follows you right on your heels. His tone is short. Controlled.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Albert raises from his seat and shrugs off Excella’s wandering hands. Excella has an annoyed look on her face for a moment, but quickly covers it up with an alluring smile.

“You hear that, Albert? The project is in good hands.”

Albert doesn’t even bother to look at her. He only prowls to the front of the projector clasps his hands behind his back. A map of South Africa is reflected in his sunglasses. “Then ensure it stays that way. I won’t tolerate any further delays or incompetence,” Albert replies in a cold tone.

The video ends.

You pull off the headphones with a scowl on your face. The son of a bitch was trying to make you jealous on purpose.

Despite your annoyance, your eyes keep drifting back to the note in the margin. Positive depictions only.

If this one was rejected, then what do the accepted ones have you saying?

You begin looking more closely at the scattered papers.

It appears that Neo Umbrella was only working from security footage that was obtained from the Africa tanker. It’s not surprising they weren’t able to find a lot of usable audio from you. You were falling out of love and didn’t have a lot of sweet things to say to your husband. Even with that in mind, you’re surprised at how little they were able to scrape together with the gargantuan amount of media they had to work with. You knew Albert liked his cameras, but you didn’t know he kept footage of you that was this extensive.

From what you can see from the transcripts, the only ‘useful’ audio was you calling Albert one of the few pet names he liked hearing; dear, darling and love, sometimes with a ‘my’ thrown in there. Albert insisted that other terms of endearment sounded too casual, although in the early days of your marriage you’d call him increasingly ridiculous nicknames until he’d put you in your place in a way that left you both shaking and satisfied. There was a time where he liked it when you challenged him. Not just on the domestic front, but in the Umbrella labs. You weren’t afraid to tell him he was wrong or that there were more efficient methods of doing things. Sometimes you were right. Other times, Albert proved you wrong. Even with the latter, Albert would always at least listen to your input since he saw you as someone who was worth listening to.

Among the other transcripts, strangely enough, there was a fifteen page document of you reading plaga laboratory results to Albert. This was a routine occurrence. It wasn’t uncommon for Albert to ask you to read things like that aloud to help him think or as a way to review previously explored experiments before diving into new ones. It was a small ask in your eyes and it was a good way to stay informed on what Albert was doing, so you didn’t object unless you felt too seasick. What surprised you was how positive the margin notes were: Yes! She sounds interested and engaged. Find more of this to put in the rotation.

Talk about desperate for something other than curt politeness and apathy when talking to your husband. Nearly every other transcript has less satisfactory notes:

Wife too combative. Exclude from rotation.

She sounds too demanding. Discard.

This one has Gionne talking over the wife. EXCLUDE the audio if Gionne is present in future selections.

Too disinterested, but keep on file just in case.

They’re fighting again in this one. Do not use.

Can’t you read? Wesker clearly didn’t respect Gionne stop giving the lab team audio of her flirting with him.

“Doc, we’re in business!” Jake’s victorious exclamation pulls you out of your investigation.

You whip your head over to the monitor Jake was working on and to your delighted surprise, instead of the Neo Umbrella logo, you see a landing page with a number pad.

“What does it need? Radio frequency? Phone number?” You ask intensely, shooting up from your chair and standing behind his to look at the screen.

“Phone number unfortunately. The radio stuff is out as well.”

You blink, unsure why he made that sound like a problem. “Do you not have number you can call in your phone? Like your captain?”

Jake’s facial expression turns something close to sheepish.

“I lost it. Let’s keep it at that.”

You look at him blankly. Do people these days not memorize important numbers like that?

“… I know who we can call.” You mutter, shooing Jake out of the seat so you can type it in and speak easily into the microphone. You’re not sure if he’ll pick up, but he’s your best bet.

For a moment, you hold your breath hearing the dial tone come in over the speakers. Is he on a mission? Asleep halfway around the world? Stuck in a never-ending cycle of training exercises?

A gruff, annoyed voice that makes you weak at the knees finally answers on the last ring. A crowd of voices can be heard in the background. “Hello? You’ve reached Captain Redfield.”

“Chris, it’s Doc.” You breathe a sigh of relief. Even though it’s just Chris’ voice, you already feel a little better knowing rescue will imminently be on its way.

“Doc?” Chris’ tone immediately shifts to a relieved one as sounds of rummaging erupt on his end of the call. “Are you alright? Do you know where you are?”

“Well… debatable considering the circumstances and somewhere in the Pacific. Jake Muller has more info on that.”

The rummaging abruptly stops. “Wait, Jake’s with you?”

“Right here Redfield.” Jake says nonchalantly. However, you notice a sliver of something in his tone but you can’t place what it is. You have a feeling Jake isn’t on the best terms with Chris considering his role in Wesker’s death at the mansion. Second death at the Spencer Estate? Third death in the volcano? Does the third one even count at this point?

“Yep. We’ve already been introduced. He’s got an interesting history with the B.S.A.A. I’m shocked we weren’t introduced sooner since we’re both consulting.” There’s an underlying message of I know who Jake is and you’ve got some damn explaining to do in your words, but now is not the time to read Chris the riot act.

You hear Chris sigh on the other end of the line. “Well Doc I tried calling, but you’re a hard woman to reach.” Chris doesn’t sound accusatory. Just… stung. You feel your face heat up at that. You had been dodging his calls ever since that intimate moment in your kitchen a year ago. However, any guilt you feel is overshadowed by frustration in not being informed about Jake until today.

“You could have given me a little context and I would have made the time.” You reply through your teeth. Jake gives you a weird look as you’re leading this exchange. He silently points between the microphone and you, then holds his hand up in a ‘what’s that about’ gesture. You mouth back ‘long story’ as Chris ignores your comment starts addressing Jake. “Jake, your orders were to find the location of the G-sample.”

“I’ve done that boyscout.”

You hear Chris huff in annoyance. “Your orders were to find the location of the sample and not leave the mainland.”

“Well… when opportunity arises, I take it.”

“Do you have it?”

“… still workin’ on that.” Jake replies with a sour expression. You jump in.

“Chris, we’ve got bigger problems than the sample. Albert’s alive.” The words feel wrong coming out of your mouth, but you have to let any personnel know what danger is waiting for them.

Silence. Even the hum of the people in the background grows quiet. For a moment, you’re worried the call may have dropped from the old machinery.

“Did you hear me? Say something.”

“Heard you loud and clear. What’s his status compared to when we saw him last?” Besides sounding more serious, Chris doesn’t even seem phased. He’s in soldier mode: Know the enemy. Come up with a plan. Rescue the hostages.

“Physically, very similar to your encounter with him in the volcano. Mentally… he’s different I don’t really know how to explain it.” You try to put on a brave face, but even without seeing you Chris picks up on your current vulnerability.

“That’s alright. The important thing is that you’re safe and you stay safe. Are you two able to hole up somewhere until we arrive?”

“Well… we have a safe place for now. And how long’s that gonna be?”

“Depends on your location. Jake, do you have any coordinates?”

Jake responds with a latitude and a longitude. You hear talking on the other end of the line, then you hear something that has to be a curse from Chris before he finally gives you an answer.

“Seven hours, give or take.”

You sigh. That’s too long but you can’t shorten the length of the ocean, so you accept it. “Okay. Just operate off the assumption that he’s going to be hard to put down. Use flame-based ammunition, magnums, rocket launchers, and anything else you got that packs a punch.”

“I’ll pass that along. Keep this line open, I’ll be back. Don’t hang up.”

“Roger that. We’ll be here.”

You mute the microphone and lean back in your chair with a tired sigh. Jake gives you a pointed look.

“You have Golden Boy’s number memorized, but you talk to each other like that?”

You give Jake an annoyed look. “Not important right now! We have bigger problems.”

You get up from your seat to pace the room. You need to come up with a plan. “As of right now, we have absolutely nothing in terms of defense.”

Jake leans against the computer system with his arms crossed and watches you. “Not exactly. There’s too many gas masked bozos walking around here for there not to be an armory somewhere.”

You look at Jake, exasperated. “Machine guns and pistols aren’t going to make a big enough dent. There were five guards unloading everything they had on Albert in the chamber, and it didn’t even phase him. You’d need something stronger. A lot stronger.”

“Well maybe they have some heavy-duty stuff stashed away for emergencies. Point is, we won’t know unless I go out and look.” Jake pushes himself away from the monitor and starts to walk towards the door but you stand in front of him before he can get too far.

“You’ll be a sitting duck out there!” You chastise, ready to put what remains of your fighting spirit to convince Jake not to walk straight into the maw of the beast, but your facial expression shifts to a haunted look when something on the security system catches your eye.

One the center console, a hulking figure that makes your blood turn to ice comes into view. You see the black, elongated, tendril engulfed arm grasp the corner of a hallway before the rest of Albert’s body comes into view. The blood of all the unfortunate scientists is splattered across his face and chest. His red eyes are very clearly dilated, and he has an uncharacteristically wide grin on his face.

Jake notices your expression and looks behind him. Jakes expression and tone turn cold and serious.

“That him?”

You nod, unable to tear your eyes from the screen. You walk toward the console as if you’re in a trance and sit in the chair in front of it. Like driving by a car accident, can’t take your eyes off of the disaster that Youju insisted on causing. You see Albert’s lips move, but nothing is heard.

“Does this thing have audio?” You mutter the question to yourself more than anything, but Jake is quick to come to your side and flip on a switch on the control panel. Albert’s voice, somewhat morphed from the audio system, is heard loud and clear.

“My looooove? Where did you go lovely? We have so much time to make up for…”

Albert speaks in that same ‘off’ tone from before; direct and garbled. However, now it has a… singsong quality to it? Your fear is momentarily replaced with confusion. Jake glances at you, then back to the screen just as confused as you are. This is his infamous father?

“Did he… talk like that?” Jake asks, watching the screen along with you.

You keep watching the screen with a befuddled look on your face. “Absolutely not. The lava, or whatever Youju’s team tried to do to wake him up before today fried his brain or something. It’s a complete personality shift.”

You and Jake continue to watch Albert on the screen as he leans against the wall walking down the length of the hallway, leaving a trail of black gunk dripping down the pristine paneling along where he’s touched in his wake. When Albert’s in the center of the hallway, his posture grows rigid and he stops walking. His unengulfed arm attempts to reach behind him in the center of his shoulder blades in jagged movements. After a couple seconds, Albert’s body twitches again and the free arm drops back down to his side and he keeps calling out to you and continues his journey down the hallway.

You lean forward closer to the monitor that Albert was on.

“Wait… he was clawing at something on his back.”

Jake nods and pauses the footage. Then rewinds. As you saw before, Albert stops sauntering down the hallway and jerkily tries to reach behind his shoulder to something on his back. It’s easy to miss with all the black Uroboros tendrils overtaking his upper body, but there’s clearly a circular device between his shoulder blades.

“You’re right. What is that thing?”

You tilt your head and squint, recognizing the shape but confused as to why it’s there. “It’s hard to tell from the angle, but it looks like a regulator.”

“Regulator? For what?”

You shake your head, still confused. “Nothing Uroboros related.”

“Then why is it there?”

You don’t have an answer. You sit back in the chair and keep looking at the regulator in the center of the screen. “Before Albert woke up… Youju said all avenues of breaking his comatose state had been exhausted,” you think out loud.

The gears in your head are turning. Once solitary threads of thought gradually intertwine to form a loose weave until they tighten into a tapestry revealing the answer. The sample room. The audio recordings of your voice. His comatose state. Him acting much gentler with you than he ever was when you knew him. The regulator.

You sit up in your chair so quickly that it startles Jake, but you’re too caught up in your revelation to care. “Neo Umbrella gave him a parasite!” You exclaim excitedly, turning towards Jake. “We can use that.” You don’t wait for Jake to reply, you’re already up and out of the chair looking for some kind of map.

Jake looks at you blankly, not following your thinking. “A parasite? And that’s a good thing?”

“I think I know what Youju meant! There is no reason for them to have that extensive of a virus collection unless they were using it for something. I bet they tried injecting Albert with a bunch of viruses to see if they could wake him up. When that didn’t work they turned to parasites.”

A map of this floor of the facility hangs on the wall from haphazardly placed yellow tape next to the door. Your smile grows bigger and movements more animated the longer you explain your thought process as you grab the map off the wall. You turn back to Jake.

“But not just any parasite. The Nemesis parasite.”

Jake is still confused, not knowing what that means so you continue, walking back to the announcement system and putting the map on the console.

“Back when Umbrella was making Tyrants, big beefy bioweapons that were designed to be soldiers, they were impressive physically, but had limited brain function as a result of the T-Virus so they could only follow simple commands and they couldn’t talk. ‘Kill everyone you see,’ ‘guard this thing,’ you get the idea. They were trying to find a way to make them a bit smarter. They’d hit a dead end with viruses, so they added engineered parasites to Tyrants.”

You pause to make sure Jake is still paying attention. He is, but he still has a look that says, ‘how is this relevant?’ so you keep going, taking a pen from the table and trying to find the locations of the cameras to mark them on the map.

“The Nemesis still had limited brain function, but he could say a few words and it could carry out detailed commands and use weapons. ‘Kill these specific people, use this rocket launcher’ etcetera etcetera. But there was still a high risk of over mutation when the parasite was inserted, so they smacked on a regulator to help mitigate that.”

Jake blinks, still not understanding. “So?”

“So if they gave Albert the parasite, that means he’s going to be much more susceptible to taking orders from me.”

“From you? Weren’t you worried about him killing you earlier? Why would he take orders from you?”

“Like… the parasite has been told for however long it’s been in there to wake up because its wife is here. It’s only been given carefully curated audio snippets of my voice, so it’s forced to view me as a positive… figurehead in Albert’s life.” You point to the transcripts on the table, trying to make Jake see your point before turning your attention back to him.

“He told me he missed me, Jake. I’m willing to bet if I use that announcement system, I can lead him anywhere the system is-”

“-and give me a window to slip in and get the sample and some supplies.” Jake finishes with a serious expression.

“And if everything goes right, we just might hold out until reinforcements get here.” You’re smiling, still riding the adrenaline high from finally figuring out the bigger picture of what’s going on.

Jake crosses his arms and stares at the monitor with Albert still on it. “It’s a crazy plan Doc.”

Your face falls and you’re about to try and plead your case, but Jake smirks before you can answer.

“I’m in.”

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“Albert? Where are you darling? I can’t find you.”

You croon into the microphone and watch Albert, yet again, jerk his head towards the hallway you just projected your voice to and use his Uroboros arm to drag himself along the wall in the direction of your voice.

On the walkie talkie Jake scrounged up from the storage boxes that were by the broken radio equipment before he left, Jake provides an update on his search for better weapons plus the G-Sample.

“216 through 245 are bust. It’s just storage.”

“Copy that.”

You respond on your walkie talkie, marking off and labeling the relevant rooms on your map and watching Jake continue to navigate through the labyrinthine facility on the cameras.

Considering the circumstances, everything has been going well in the half hour Jake has been gone. Albert, in his limited mental capacity, hasn’t caught on to the fact you’re talking to him through the announcement system. Plus, Jake is making good time going through each hallway in the facility thanks to Youju’s white keycard.

 Chris’ professional voice from the computer system breaks your concentration.

“Doc? Jake? You there?”

You close your eyes and take a breath. You were hoping that the universe would be merciful, and the connection would drop so you’d have a valid reason not to talk to Chris.

You weren’t so lucky, so you check the cameras one more time to ensure that Albert and Jake aren’t going to cross paths, then roll your chair over to the microphone on the other module. You flick off the mute button.

“You’ve got Doc. Any updates?”

“We’ve got an army of guys on their way to your location. Time of arrival is estimated at seven hours.”

You feel your shoulders visibly relax. Rescue is on the way.

“That’s great news.” You mutter.

“Is Jake around?”

For a second, you think about lying so he doesn’t know you’re alone. Nothing convincing comes to mind. “No. He stepped out to get supplies. I can pass along a message on his walkie though?”

“That’s alright.”

Awkward silence.

“How’s working in Germany?” Chris sounds less professional this time.

You sigh and close your eyes. “I don’t think this is the best time for small talk.”

“Just making conversation. We’ve got time. I want to know how you’re liking it.” Chris says. You can hear the slight smile in his voice. The genuine nature of his words.

You always had a weakness for his kindness. He had a way of worming himself into your good graces without even trying.

“It’s good. The people are great. I miss having reliable air conditioning though.” You joke.

You hear Chris chuckle. “Yeah, the Europeans aren’t big on that kind of thing.”

Despite everything, you find yourself smiling. As much as you hate to admit it to yourself, you missed his laugh. How easy it is to talk to him.

“What about you? How’s Claire doing?” You ask.

“She’s still helping the world in her own way with TerraSave. She’s also been breathing down my neck about cutting back on smoking.”

“I’m sure you don’t mind that. If she’s breathing down your neck, that means she’s visiting.”

Another chuckle that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach sounds over the speaker. “If she were doing it in person, I don’t think I’d mind so much.”

Both of you sit in comfortable silence.

“I’ve missed seeing you around, but I’m glad you’re doing alright.” Chris says, vulnerability underlying his words.

Your throat gets tight, and you bite back the words before you can say them.

Don’t tell him you miss him too. It will make him feel worse.

Luck is on your side this time. Jake’s voice emanates from the walkie talkie in your lap.

“Doc? I need eyes on something.”

You let out a sigh of relief, then speak to Chris through the microphone. “Jake’s calling. I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here.”

You mute yourself on the microphone and wheel yourself back over to the security system.

“I’m here. What do you need?”

“Can I get your professional opinion on what’s happening in front of 250?”

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, but you pull up the necessary camera to see what Jake is talking about. All you can do is stare for a moment at the grim sight. Most of the lens is obstructed by a black substance, but even with the limited visibility you know it’s the personnel and guards that were unlucky enough to be in Albert’s way when he escaped containment. Black gunk saturates the walls and ground that you’re able to see.

You force yourself to respond.

“Part of the lens is blocked, but those are casualties of Albert. Just step around them. The dead don’t come back naturally with Uroboros. It just makes them harder to kill.”

“Not talkin’ about that Doc. Give me a second.”

You’re about to ask what Jake means by that, but before you can, you see something wiping the lens of the security camera you’re looking through. After a few seconds you see an uncomfortably close view of Jake’s nose as he wipes away the gunk from the lens.

How the hell did he scale the 12 foot height to wipe that gunk off?

You use one of the other screens to pull up an angle of the hallway Jake just cleared, and you can see that he scaled the wall by somehow using his balance and strength to tuck himself into the corner where the two hallways meet.

“Were you raised in the fucking circus? Where did you learn that?” You say into the walkie in disbelief.

“By being a teenage shithead, now look!” Jake replies, exasperated and moving out of the way of the camera and revealing a body almost completely overtaken by worms of Uroboros. Your disbelief quickly shifts into grim realization.

That needs to be burned.

Your voice comes out eerily calm.

“Don’t touch it. Don’t shoot it. Don’t interact with it. Uroboros needs to be burned for proper disposal.”

You see Jake crouch to look at the body from a different angle. You see him bring the walkie to his lips.

“Will touching it infect me?”

“No, but it might eat you since you’re organic material!! Just don’t ingest it, keep your distance and you’ll be fine.”  You spit through your teeth, not liking Jake’s series of questions or what it could mean for his future actions.

Jake looks at the body for a moment longer then stands up with the walkie to his lips, looking at you through the camera.

“Don’t lick the weird black stuff. Seems simple enough.”

You groan. “Let’s just hope these Neo Umbrella guys had the foresight to keep a flamethrower on hand.” You tiredly respond.

On one of the other monitors, you see Albert meandering in the direction of Jake’s current location. You speak into the walkie.

“Hey sit tight for a minute, I need to redirect Albert.”

You see Jake give you a thumbs up on the camera and you flit your attention to one of the other monitors. While Albert isn’t alarmingly close to Jake’s location, it’s still too close for comfort. You set the microphone to make an announcement in the opposite direction.

“I’m over here love! Come find me!”

You see Albert’s face light up on the screen and turn to follow your voice, but he freezes mid-turn. You tap the screen, thinking that the old equipment froze up on you. But then you see Albert’s face twitching.

It’s mild at first; only one of his red snake eyes twitch. But then it’s his whole face. The uncharacteristically wide grin twitches downward, a scowl gradually etches itself into his visage, and his blown-out eyes undulate like a heartbeat smaller and smaller until they’re thin slits.

You hear a guttural groan of something akin to agony escape Albert’s lips as he attempts to reach behind him towards the regulator in between his shoulder blades.

“I will not be subdued!” Albert seethes through his teeth, arm, body and face twitching from an invisible battle for control. It’s a losing battle, and Albert isn’t on the winning side, but he realizes it too late. The second his eyes start to dilate and his arm stops grasping for the regulator, he throws his body against the wall in a vain attempt to remain coherent by bashing his head into the smooth white plaster. He shrieks in a heart wrenching combination of frustration and agony. You recognize it with dreaded clarity from the day he died in the volcano. The plaster is marred with a watercolor painting of red, pink and black splotches. Then, as quickly as it started, Albert freezes in place, his face twitches back to what it was before, then he meanders towards the direction he last heard your voice, not bothering to wipe off the blood or black substance from his face.

“Dearheart? Where’s my little wife?” Albert asks with an uncanny grin, leaving a trail of black liquid in his wake.

All you can do is sit and try to process what you just saw with a haunted look on your face. Albert hasn’t changed. It only appears like he has.

You slowly bring the walkie to your lips.

“Jake there’s been a development.” You speak into the walkie lowly.

“I’m guessing it isn’t the good kind.” Jake quips.

You don’t acknowledge his attempt at humor. “It looks like Albert’s fighting with himself.”

Jake is silent for a moment. “And what does that mean?”

You take a deep breath to collect yourself. “This is only a theory, but I think because Albert has a natural immunity to a lot of viruses and parasites, his subconscious is buried but mostly intact.”

“So… the parasite’s driving the car but Wesker’s in the backseat trying to take the wheel.”

“Exactly. And I don’t want to find out what happens if he succeeds.”

You glance back at the monitor where you last saw Albert. From a surface level perspective, he’s back to how he was when he broke out of the chamber. It’s apparent that the Nemesis parasite currently has the upper hand. But what happens when it doesn’t?

You shake away the thought and keep talking to Jake through the walkie.

“Look, try to find Youju’s office and try to figure out exactly what they did to try and wake him up. I can give a much more accurate game plan on how to handle this.”

“What’s the theory without it?”

“If he overpowers the parasite, we’re fucked.”

“Find the papers. Got it. Just keep the old man busy.”

“Will do. You keep laying low.”

You set the walkie on the security panel, already feeling exhausted. You watch Jake continue his methodical room check on the monitor, then drag your attention over to where Albert is heading, his sudden clarity sending a chill down your spine. Then you look over to the computer system where Chris is still waiting to hear your voice.

You groan and let your head hit the back of your rolling chair.

This is going to be a long night.

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a/n 2: Thanks again for reading! I've got an AO3 account now so I'm cross posting this series on there if that's where you prefer to read your fics. Based on my outline, it looks like this thing is gonna be a 10ish parter so stick around!

Also I'm on AO3 now at wil_o_wispy if you like reading your fics on there!

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Jealous

Albert Wesker x Reader

You know where the part that Excella tried to flirt with our man Albert? Yea

"The preparations are almost complete. Then we can leave" Excella said, raising her hands with a syringe in her hand. "Good" Wesker says. Excella taking off the cap on the syringe, tapping it with her fingers. She then injected it on Albert's wrist, slowly taking it off and putting it back to a small suitcase. Albert stood up "You know, I was surprised Las Plagas was such a success" she said closing the suitcase. Wesker didn't have the time to talk to her... He wants to see you. "When you first arrived I had my doubts" she said standing up behind him "And now Uroboros is complete-" "Your position at Tricell is secured" Albert tried to make the conversation faster, but she just won't leave "Oh... I have my eyes set on something much bigger~" Excella lightly touching his shoulder, going behind him. Of course, that won't affect Albert. His only using her and his eyes are only set on you. Excella now holding his left shoulder"You'll be needing a partner, right?" She asked, hoping she would be the one. She doesn't care if you and him are together, not at all. "Someone suitable to join in your new world" her hands slowly touching his abdomen, moving her hand around it. "I believe I've proved I'm worthy, haven't I?" Albert's face in disgust in her actions, he reached her chin, holding it. Excella in discomfort. Albert was about to speak until you came in.

"The BSAA are here-" you stopped in your tracks, seeing the scene infront of you... You couldn't help but look... Jealousy building up in you. Excella smirked, Albert released her with force. Excella then looked at him but his eyes doesn't want to look at her. "It appears your old friend, Chris Redfield has come to pay a visit" her face now an inch away from him. You have the sudden urge to slap the- "The plan is in it's final stages, I will not tolerate delays" He said, Excella scoffed grabbing the suitcase with her. She left the room not bothering to look at you. Now, it was only the two of you. He knows that you felt a hint of jealousy in that moment "I'm only using her and that's all. Yes, she may have been flirting with me but that doesn't affect me" he said making you only to look at him. He then walk towards you, "I only have my eyes on you, darling" your face turning red, 'I should've wore my mask...' you thought to yourself. You heard him let out a chuckle, his fingers lightly holding your chin, making you look at him "As much that I want to spend time with you, why don't we go and greet our old friend?"

Why is it like short when I post it 😭 This took me to write it on 2 pages !!! But, anyways I hoped you enjoyed this 🤩. I appreciate you guys liking my writings even tho I'm not really good at my grammar lol.

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[slifarianhawk]

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

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

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

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

"Agent Nighthawk respond." I ordered.

"Yes, commander?" His voice responded quickly.

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

"YES, MAM!" He said loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I saw Albert smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dyedcomrade]

albert wesker / excella gionne / glenn arias x reader who is an aspiring artist, maybe even a restaurator by day and they offer you a job as their private artist but at the same time you are trained to become a thief for them (not those twitter ones lol, like the physically goes in, steals the thing version)

maybe they use the stolen art too to decorate their house besides your art or sell it

or a really dark manipulative kinda traumatising version if they offer you a job, but not as their artist and you find yourself competeing michelangelo as they tell you if you are good enough maybe one day your art can make it to their living room

[biohazardousbunnywrites]

im bored and having writers block so maybe this will help

Resident Evil Women's Kinks <3

gn!reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+ content

charachers included: all of the resident evil women

giving = doing to partner, receiving = partner doing it to them

Jill Valentine:

so as Ive as Ive before I don't think she's all that kinky

she likes some things however

likes using handcuffs on her partner

likes roleplaying, stereotypical cop vs criminal, stuff like that

she'll never admit it but she does a like a power imbalance sometimes

but yeah thats pretty much it

she'll experiment with her partner

just no hitting or degrading

Claire Redfield:

she gives me the vibes she's a very enthusiastic lover

switch

loves oral both receiving and giving

would try bondage both receiving and giving but i dont think she would like recieving often

loves strap ons, again both giving and receiving

loves being dicked down and returning the favor

loves marking and you guessed it giving and receiving

pretty willing to try anything once

except hitting

Ada Wong:

dom

bondage, loves looking at her partner all tied up pretty for her

overstimulation giving

edging giving

body worship both receiving and giving (mainly receiving)

strap on, receiving (depends on the situation), giving mostly giving

riding her partner while they're tied up (the situation)

will try anything once

except being submissive

Rebecca Chambers

kinda vanilla, kinda not

depends on the relationship

switch

like restraints but not full bondage, giving

marking, both receiving and giving

praise recieving (but will give if asked)

medical play

thats really it

would be willing to experiment and try anything once

hard limits are impact play/hitting, degrading

Sheva Alomar:

kinda kinky

dom leaning switch

praise giving and receiving

degrading giving

bondage giving

body worship recieving and giving

strap-on, giving

temperature play receiving (will also give if asked)

thats about it, will experiment but is pretty comfortable where she is

Helena Harper:

dom leaning switch

degrading, giving

praise, giving and receiving

strap-on, giving

oral, recieving (only if shes wearing the strap if not its both receiving and giving)

edging, receiving and giving

i feel like she'd indulge in a voice kink (this is for me, i love her voice)

overstimulation, receiving and giving

choking, receiving and will give

will experiment

just not bondage or blindfolds

Sherry Birkin (re 6 obviously)

vanilla

might be willing to experiment but like she's very comfortable where she is

Moira Burton

submissive before the island

switch after the island

i think those 6 months changed her tbh

temperature play receiving and giving

bondage giving

was more hesitant to experiment before those 6 months but is more open to it now

sensory deprivation giving but is willing to receive if she trusts the person

choking

Ashley Graham

vanilla, maybe submissive

daddy kink, she gives me those vibes

thats really it tho

might be willing to experiment

Zoe Baker

vanilla

i dont get many vibes from her, i havent played re 7 yet and there isnt a lot of content about her

will probably update her area in the future.

Gina Foley

either vanilla or a dom

if she is a dom

mommy vibes

edging, giving

spanking, giving

thats really all the vibes i get seeing as she had one line and then died

Rachel Foley

sub leaning switch

maybe a brat

teasing

edging, receiving

overstimulation, receiving and giving

thats all the vibes i get, she didnt even have any lines outside of her ooze form

Jessica Sherawat

brat

oral receiving

body worship recieving and possibly giving

daddy kink

wax play

spanking receiving

Excella Gionne

dom leaning switch

brat

overstimulation

edging

ruining orgasms, giving

exhibitionist (vibes)

teases in public

marking, giving and receiving

spanking, giving and receiving

wax play, giving and receiving

body worship recieving

oral receiving (specifically face riding)

Alex Wesker

dom

degrading giving

praise giving and receiving

bondage giving

impact play

little bit of a sadist

will play into a voice kink (again this is for me her voice got me like 😩💞🥵)

overstimulation giving

edging giving

begging

blood play

medical kink (idk but it fits)

dacryphillia (crying kink)

faking sympathy

Mother Miranda

dom, maybe dom leaning switch, MAYBE

impact giving

blood kink

overstimulation giving

oral, giving and receiving, mainly receiving

orgasm denial, giving

ruining orgasms, giving

marking, giving

body worship, recieving

degrading, giving

praise, giving and receiving

religion kink, shes a goddess and wants to be worshipped like one

dacryphillia

begging

Donna Benevento

sub leaning switch

praise, giving and receiving

bondage, giving and receiving

thigh riding, giving and receiving

sensory deprivation, receiving

i think thats it

Lady Dimitrescu

you guessed it dom

mommy kink

overstimulation, giving

edging, giving

orgasm denial, giving

spanking, giving

size kink (i feel like at her size its an inevitable)

blood play

dacryphillia

begging

voyerism

Bela Dimitrescu

exhibitionist

pet play

degradation, giving

dom leaning switch

versatile dom

obedient sub

praise, giving and receiving

bondage (both)

impact play, giving and receiving

knife play

blood kink

overstimulation

edging

Cassandra Dimitrescu

denial, giving

hard dom

edging, giving

overstimulation, giving

ruining orgasms, giving

sadism, giving obvi

bondage

blood play

knife play

impact play

primal play (predator)

pet play (owner)

cnc (somno and free use specifically)

dacryphillia

begging

marking/branding

choking

Daniela Dimitrescu

switch

praise, giving and receiving

marking, giving and receiving

bondage, giving and receiving

blood play

primal play (predator)

dacryphillia

exhibitionism

voyerism

overstimulation, giving and receiving

edging

choking

toys

would love to experiment

finally finished, i was doing so well then hit burn out on the Dimitrescu sisters for like a week, hope yall enjoy my headcanons on the RE womens kinks or lack thereof, if you have any headcanons of your own like these, i would love to know in the comments or in reblogs or asks (if that option is available). thank you for reading <3

[biohazardousbunny]

criminally underrated baddie i do say

also i want to squish her hair bun

Dating Excella Gionne would include.....

warnings: nsfw towards the end, slight angst, excella probably cheated

minors do not follow me

gn!reader

dating excella gionne would include....

she really likes fashion

shopping at lots of high end brands

lots of shopping dates

lowkey a sugar mommy

she loves buying you clothes and dressing you up

especially if you're a more casual and laid back in your clothing picks

she wants you too look good, bc she wants people to be jealous

she does find your taste endearing however

will let you dress her for a day home

thinks it'd be a fun activity

gets you anything that catches your eye

she just really loves spoiling you but will back off (slightly) if you're uncomfortable with it

if you're not uncomfortable with gifts, win-win

she also loves receiving gifts obviously but will honestly settle for the opportunity to dress you up

lets you play with her hair if you ask

she has a lot and its really long, and so so soft

she loves feeling you run your fingers through it and scratching her scalp

she almost purrs while laying her head in your lap and letting you play with her hair

she loves to do the same to you if you love having your hair played with as well, will even braid it if its long enough

not very cuddly tbh, but has her moments when she wants to be held

will also definitely hold you if you want

is either big or small spoon, no real preference

matching silk pajamas vibes

loves food and is a decent cook

loves cooking with you and if her schedule permitted it, would take a cooking class with you

always busy

working late

likes to be on top of her work so if staying up late means she wont have to do it later, so be it

and you cant drag her to bed bc she's too stubborn to listen

gets up early for her morning routine

tries to be quiet so she doesn't disturb your sleep

goes on business trips often and loves when you come with her

but if you cant she takes her sweet time getting ready so she can spend as much time with you before she leaves

loves cuddling and whispering sweet nothings in Italian to you

~ANGST~

(i keep forgetting to mention this but you can ignore this part, i just like to include reactions canon things which all happen to be angsty, this goes for all hc's that have angst)

she starts to grow distant from you when a man named wesker comes into play

she goes on and on about him and how brilliant he is failing to see how jealous you are

eventually it all comes to a head when she started staying later and later at work

it culminates in a massive argument that ends with you leaving

you hadnt heard from her for a few weeks after going to pick up your things when she was brief with you

you still loved her but you fear she had moved on to that wesker guy

she had unfortunately

you decide you need closure, you tired calling her over and over trying to reach her but nothing

you figured she was ignoring you so you let it be without ever finding out her fate

~NSFW~

look at me and tell me shes not into some stuff

shes a dominant leaning switch

loves complete subservience from her partners and will only be submissive to those she deems worthy

into overstimulation and edging, really depends on her mood

loves to ruin her partners orgasms if she thinks they're not preforming the way they should

probably into voyerism

when she does sub, brat, shes a brat. i am correct

loves to push buttons until she gets what she wants

a tease and a flirt

loves getting you flustered in public

kinda territorial and will leave hickies in visible places but also in places you can hide them if you want, you know you're hers, thats all that matters.

it took me a while to finish, ive just been unmotivated, hope this is good <3

[ramblingandwritings]

Excella Gionne NSFT alphabet

18+ for filth

A = Aftercare

Most of the time, the two of you enjoy a bath together. She has a lot of bath oils, bombs and soaks to choose from. A lot of them have notes of vanilla in them

If she's too tired to bathe, then aftercare consists of relaxing in bed or on the couch. She's not particularly talkative during this time, but she will still remember whatever you say

B = Body Part

Her favorite body part on herself is her hands, she keeps them well manicured and takes pride in that

On a partner, she likes a nice pair of lips. Size and shape doesn't matter as long they're well taken care of

C = Cum

She strongly prefers cumming on someone's mouth. She enjoys the domination aspect of it

D = Dirty Secret

She has a fantasy of you having her wear a vibrator to a meeting. She'll never do it because of the risk to her reputation and the possibility of public humiliation, but she does think about it

E = Experience

She has a lot of experience under her belt and she feels absolutely zero shame. Some of those encounters have been exclusively to get what she wants

F = Favourite Positions

Facesitting and cowgirl are top tier for her, but if she feels like being lazy then she'll give orders from the bottom

 

G = Goofy

She's not really the joking type during sex and she doesn't appreciate it when you do it either

H = Hair

She's completely waxed from the top down, she likes the look and the feeling of being completely smooth

I = Intimacy

Intimate sex with her is it's own thing, she's not used to dropping her guard enough to be tender during sex. The first time it happens, she cries

J = Jack-Off

She masturbates fairly often if she's away on a business trip, but if you're near by then she'll just use your hand instead. Why would she bother using her own energy if she can just have someone else do it for her?

K = Kink

Orgasm denial, overstimulation, face sitting, control kink, impact play, humiliation, domination and bondage

L = Location

She prefers somewhere private like her office, a hotel or her house. She doesn't want to be walked in on and any unfortunate soul that does walk in will be used as a lab rat

M = Motivation

Catching you staring at her in public, she enjoys being lusted after

N = No

Not the biggest fan of being degraded, being in pain or watersports. Most forms of pain remind her of Wesker's betrayal and is a major sore spot for her

O = Oral

She prefers receiving to giving but she is good at it when she does it. She treats giving as either a way to tease or as a reward rather than a regular aspect of sex

P = Pace

Slow, very slow. She wants to keep the tease going until you can't take it and break. She's damn good at making people beg and you're gonna be no exception to the rule

Q = Quickie

They're not her particular cup of tea, there's too much risk of being late or being caught for her taste

R = Risk

She's willing to try something if it seems interesting to her and won't cause her pain

S = Stamina

Excella can go for a few rounds pretty comfortably, she keeps herself in good shape and doesn't tire out too easily

T = Toy

An entire bespoke collection of toys and gear is kept in her bedroom. She has different for both of you

U = Unfair

What a horrible tease this woman is, she will toy with you the entire day with words and light touches. At night, you're gonna have to be able handle edging until she says otherwise

V = Volume

Not that particularly loud, she moans but unless someone outside the room is actively listening then no one will know what's happening. She does talk a lot though

W = Wild Card

She's one of the only people to enjoy beach sex

X = X-Ray

She keeps a Brazilian wax and her labia minora peaks out slightly

Y = Yearning

She's got a fairly high sex drive. She can comfortably have sex several times a day if she has the time

Z = ZZZ

She usually stays awake long enough to cuddle but doesn't talk much. She just appreciates the comfort

[mara-xx217]

Good morning stranger I have never talked to or met. Would you be interested in writing wesker railing his girl on his desk while excella barges in ? Hope you don’t mind a request from a complete unknown person.

Ohh another mysterious request from a mysterious stranger!

Warnings: Just pure Smut, Nothing too Extreme Here Other Than Excella's Mortification

It was so fucking wrong but FUCK you couldn't care less.

Wesker knew and didn't care if anyone heard or saw him fucking the daylights out of you. In fact, it was something that he was counting on.

Sooner or later, it would happen.

He wanted everyone to know exactly who you belonged to. But it was something that went both ways for him. Albert wanted everyone to know that his heart and soul belonged to you as well.

Having you faced down on his desk while he fucks you from behind was a favourite position of his. And yours too. You couldn't see or hear anything in this position. Not that you really cared to.

Albert had you right where he wanted you. Quivering and moaning underneath him. He wasn't going to stop fucking you for anything or anyone.

He certainly wasn't going to stop when a certain someone so rudely barged in without so much as a knock on the door.

"Dr. Wesker, do you have a mome- UGH-?!"

You didn't need to see to know what just happened. You immediately clamped down on your lover's cock and you just knew that he was more than a little smug from the way he stroked your back lovingly as he said-

"I believe I have spoken to you about knocking before entering-"

Excella's feet shuffled awkwardly as you hid your face underneath your arms. Albert chuckled as he leaned down to place a kiss on the top of your head.

"Oh, and don't forget the door."

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

[thatgoblin]

RE Crack Drabble 27

Y/N: -sends a text without pay attention to closely-

Wesker: -gets the text and is very confused- What the fuck?

Y/N: -frowns and looks at phone- Oh shit.

Carlos: What did you do? -cooking in the kitchen-

Y/N: I was trying to send you a booty call, it went to the wrong person. -groans-

Carlos: Who'd you send it to?

Y/N: -holds up phone, covering face in embarrassment-

Carlos: Oh. Oh no. -tries not to laugh-

Y/N: I didn't mean to send it! I was one number off!

Albert: Excella, what does this mean? -hilds phone out for her to read-

Excella: That is a picture of a Japanese maid costume and you are being asked yo wear it tonight with a collar that has a bell on it.

Y/N: I hate technology.

Master List of Drabbles

Tag List: @abysswhiskey11 @interviewedchicken @cadouboo @lonely-af-fangirl @girl-obsessed-with-things @mmmm----15 @depressedthebluefox

[destinationtrekk]

I understand that most people think Excella would be our biggest insecurity if we were in a relationship with Wesker.

But oh people, I had a dream where Excella was my best friend and now I can't imagine her any other way. When you first meet Excella of course you were insecure, the girl is gorgeous, pure Italian beauty, you easily mistake her for a model the first time you see her, but your insecurities are driven away as you realise they have a lot in common, they now spend hours gossiping and criticising everyone they come across.

Wesker definitely didn't think you'd spend more time with Excella than with him.

ugh i love this. i was definitely an excella hater at first (father forgive me) but i saw a post where it explained that excella was manipulated and literally used and toyed with by wesker and then died :( i even wrote some jealous!reader in my 5+1 fic

but NOW yes i think excella and reader would be besties! wesker is at the height of his drama and crazy schemes here and sometimes reader needs to vent. excella is a very good listener and wesker does listen to her better than you sometimes - not in a bad way! but he views excella as his business partner and you as his emotional partner, so he listens to excella explain YOUR ideas and he's like hmm yes this is now my idea. i came up with this. i am best scientist ever

i wanna throw jill in here too. both you and excella feel bad about the P30 device and think wesker is being cruel about it, but jill isn't being abused. wesker is treating her like any other employee, and it's just occasionally that jill is sent out to do something crazy, and then she comes back and you all rant and gossip and complain about wesker spreading his man ego everywhere

on a day to day basis, there isn't a lot excella does for wesker except paperwork and reports and meetings that he doesn't want to bother with, so you two actually have a lot of time to get to know you other. despite your initial insecurities, excella has been kind to you since she met you. she had initially planned to seduce wesker, but she realized quickly you meant much much more to him than meets the eye, and she respects you for earning the trust of such a dark and powerful man.

when she dies you're heartbroken and you don't talk to wesker for a long while. he does everything to earn your trust back, but he hasn't quite learned the consequences of being brutal and cruel yet. it takes a lot for you to trust him again, but you'll never forgive him for taking your friend away like that

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Albert Wesker x F!Reader

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Prompt: Albert Wesker and the reader’s wedding day.

Ko-fi

-> Being the self assured guy he is, he knew you would say yes. And to be fair, who would refuse Albert Wesker while he’s on his knees in front of you, holding the most beautiful ring you ever seen, probably custom made with the most expensive stones coated in gold. While proposing, he chose not to wear his infamous black sunglasses, because he wanted you to look in his amber eyes and see how anxious and happy he is in that moment. 

-> Saying “yes” comes at as confidence boosts for him. The whole proposing is part of a bigger, well planned scheme. Not everyone lasted this long in a relationship to this man, he had some weird habits at the beginning but his s/o was very patient with him and with his quirks. Her patience was heavily rewarded, and in the end, Wesker planned to make her his wife. 

-> The next stage was to make the preparations. If Wesker wasn’t an organised man, it would’ve been hell. He payed a part in advance for the locations, flowers, and the invitations. He knows you well, because even in the little time spent with you, he was able to notice your habits and preferences. The only thing he couldn’t do was buying you a dress and inviting the guests. The invitations were written in his handwriting and had a seal with the uroborus symbol. 

-> Wesker is not a very religious man, but he respects your religion and is willing to have a ceremony under the protection of the God even if he doesn’t believe in him. The religios ceremony is going well, but Wesker can’t hold himself and rolls his eyes or scoffs while hearing the priest citing from the bible or when he has to go through the traditions. 

-> Excella will help you pick the dress. She has a high fashion sense and she’s up to date with the latest trends. At some point she will be annoying because she will make you to try many dresses, but you end up tolerating her because you understand how perfectionist she is. She won’t hold back from making inappropriate comments either, we’re talking about Excella here. She’ll mumble things regarding your body and how you should go on a diet, but you’ll pretend you don’t hear her. It’s your special day, you don’t want to ruin it by arguing with her. Still, since she views Albert as a god, she will view you as a goddess as well. You’ll see how she disregards the dresses by the way she frowns. Her disapproving gaze will pierce you through her sunglasses. That being said, you won’t leave the store with a basic dress, but with the most extravagant and expensive one. Say the word, and Excella will oblige. 

-> Wesker is willing to go through all of these traditions because of the love he has for you. He considers these a waste of time and if it was after him, the ring would have been enough to make you his. He likes to keep it classy, so just a simple costume will do. His wedding day will be the only day everyone will see him without the sunglasses. 

-> From his side there will be only aristocrats and people with big influence in general, like politicians or traders from the black market. There will be few people though, because his “trust” circle is small. Not many have the privilege to directly work with him, moreover to be invited to his wedding. Irving will be there too, but by the time the whole thing begins he’ll be already drunk and will result in Excella babysit him during the whole event to make sure he doesn’t ruin everything. 

-> he is not a very sociable person, and you will see him struggling to talk with people he considers inferior to him. However, he will be very respectful to your family though, he’ll be more relax and even making jokes from time to time. Your family already loves him. Before the wedding he used to talk regularly with them, asking if they need anything. He also offered to financially support your family. 

-> His speech is ready and he will say it in front of you with such ease that will make your knees weak while holding your hands. He’ll look directly into your eyes without breaking the contact while speaking in his usual, steady, tone. At least this is what you thing, the other could swear they heard his voice crack two or tree times, including the drunk Irving. You start to sweat when it’s your turn, and you nervously starting to look around you because looking at Albert won’t help you remember your speech. That was a big mistake because now you realise more eyes are on you and they wait in excitement to say your vows and that makes you even more anxious. You’re pull from your thoughts by Albert’s gentle squeeze and worried, amber eyes look down on you. You can see his anxious as well, you notice his hands are cold too. Albert is still human, and that’s why you chose him, because you were able to see this side of him and not take advantage of it. You gather some courage and you said your vows, all of them raising on their feet and cheering you up after the priest officially bounded you two for life. 

-> You can’t expect a wild party since there are not so many people and most of them are pretty old and tired from all the work. You don’t get to rule over the world over night. Albert hired a few exotic dancers and some famous singers, but people will keep on their humming and slight hips movement. 

->People are laughing, chatting, all of these in a perfect symphony with Irving throwing ups in the back. Excella holds him so he won’t flip over the floral decorations, which weren’t cheap and which she hopes will last a few more hours. Irving will still fall asleep over them though, they are comfy. 

-> You enjoy the rest of the night because you’re surrounded by the people you love and these moments are rare when you are all gathered together. You wish this day will last longer. Finally the moment everyone waits for it arrives and it’s time to throw the bouquet. All the females gathers behind you, Excella being in the front row being ready to knock out the rest. You swing your arms and the bouquet flies over your head, then a few second later you heard a familiar voice from the crowd. Excella caught it and she screams in ecstasy, swing it in the front of the other ladies. 

-> Everything seems to be perfect and you never felt so accomplished in your life. You laugh and hug your husband, and you don’t let a minute to pass without telling him how much you love him. As you lean over his shoulder during your first dance, he whisper in your ear how eager he is to get rid of this crowd to spend some time alone with you, in quiet.  

[blueysobssesions]

Where Chris finally found you. But, didn't know that you're in a relationship with Wesker

Chris Redfield x Reader Albert Wesker x Reader

Resident Evil 5

"Excella Gionne! Stop right there!" Sheva pulled out her gun and pointed it to her. Excella clapped with her hands turning around "Bravo!" She said with an evil tone "Damn it, where is y/n!?" Chris shouted, his gun pointed towards to her, Excella chuckled "Y/n? Maybe I'll tell you, maybe I won't" Chris turned his head up seeing someone flying towards them and landed on their feet between them. Sheva was about to point her gun to them but they blocked it, they grabbed both of Sheva's hand and drag it to the right side, giving them the chance to hit Sheva's face. Chris pointed his gun towards them, they used their legs to kick the gun out of his hands making him slightly walk back then they kicked Chris's stomach, letting go of Sheva, Sheva again tried to shoot them but again they suddenly turned around and kicked Sheva's hands. Chris his gun in his hands and shooted, they noticed it but didn't have to dodge it, the bullet almost hit their face but instead it made their mask come off and fell to the floor. Sheva and Chris didn't hesitate but shoot them, they dodged the shooting bullets by doing nine back flips (This part - ☠️😭). Not a single bullet came through. They landed on their feet, kneeling and slowly standing up. Their face still slightly covered by the hood of the cloak. "Stop playing around, we want some answers!" Their guns still pointed to them. "You haven't changed" a familiar voice caught Chris's attention and his partner's attention. Turning their heads towards the voice. Revealing Albert Wesker in a black suit and of course wearing his sunglasses (?). Albert grinned when thier eyes was on him. "We last met at the Spencer Estate, wasn't it?" Chris looked at him with anger "Well, isn't this one big family reunion" Albert said, going down the stairs. Walking close to the unknown person "I would expect you to be happier to see us" Chris now confused "Us?" Who is that even? "So slow to catch on" Albert hands move towards the hood of the cloak, slowly removing it.. The hood dropped behind... Revealing your face... The face what Chris has been finding, the face that makes him go crazy, the face that makes him smile... Chris couldn't believe it.

Lowering his gun "Y/n? Y/n! It's me, Chris!" He took one step. Hoping you would remember him "Are you sure that's her?" Sheva asked him, something's isn't right... "The one and only... Now, let's finish this once and for all" He was now beside you "I think the odds are fair, two on two... Right, darling?" Albert said to you, waiting for Chris reaction. He couldn't move when he called you 'darling'... Mixed emotions ... The one he liked... Now, was manipulated by him. You slowly turned your head to Wesker, he reached one of your hands and lift them up to his face, kissing you knuckles "Show them of what you're capable of" he grinned and Chris pointing his gun at Wesker, having the urge to shoot him

[imshylesbi]

Nothing cheers up a friend like an Excella/reader fic. Yesyesyesyes..

[ravenrune]

Because people have told me they cannot always visit my request guidelines page, here's the guidelines in a post. I should've done it this way in the first place, really. Contains what I will and will not write, and which characters I'll write for.

Things I will write;  💙 Headcanons for Resident Evil characters. Please specifiy which characters you want to read and the type of headcanons. Could be dating HCs, friendship HCs, HCs about their pasts, their hobbies, their current lives, whatever. Very specific requests are more than welcome. I will do up to four characters per post. (Here’s an example of a HC post.)

💙 Reader insert fics. One-shots only. Feel free to send me a character and a writing prompt. It could be a conversation starter, a random word or just an idea. If you don’t specify your desired pronouns, I will likely go for they/them.  (Here’s an example.)

💙 Friendship fics. Send me two or three characters and a setting or a prompt, and I’ll see if I can turn it into a friendship fic.  (Here’s an example of a friendship fic.)

💙 Crack. If you want a crack fic or crack headcanons, I’ll gladly write it for you. (An example.)

💙 Angst, hurt/comfort, whump, sad stuff. I’ll write a sad ending if you wish.  (An example.)

Now for the things I will not write for a request;

❌ Character x Character romance. I have too many pairings I dislike, so I’m not going to chance disappointing people by turning them down because I don’t like a ship. 

❌ Smut/NSFW. I can do some romance, but smut isn’t happening again.  ❌ Anything along the lines of incest, abuse, underage relationships, discrimination and so on. 

❌ Anything to do with pregnancy. I did it once, I’m not doing it again.

If a request makes me uncomfortable or if I really don’t know what to do with it, I won’t write it. I’m sorry. You can always request something different instead.

Now for the characters I’m most comfortable writing; 

💌 Carlos Oliveira 💌 Luis Sera 💌 Karl Heisenberg 💌 Ethan Winters 💌 Merchant (re4) 💌 Leon S. Kennedy 💌 Parker Luciani 💌 Albert Wesker 💌 Nikolai Zinoviev 💌 Jack Krauser 💌 Hunk 💌 Sheva Alomar 💌 Excella Gionne 💌 Zoe Baker 💌 Joe Baker These are the characters I am most comfortable with writing. You can request others as I have played all of the main games and Revelations 1 & 2, ORC, CVX, Umbrella Chronicles, Darkside Chronicles and I’m probably forgetting some here… but I can’t promise I’ll do a good job of keeping them in character.  Please realise a lot of the characters I write are villains and I will try to keep them in character. So if you want a cutesy Wesker or a very friendly Nikolai, please specify, otherwise you might end up disappointed. I do love writing me some psychopathic behaviour!

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