#new wesker feels more serious

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Praying for RE5R or CVR ssap so we can see 4k Wesker in combat

[cenorii]

Reasons

Hi, today let's discuss some interesting and short topics related to Chris and Wesker. Their relationship and a bit of biology.

Strange attitude towards Chris

We know that Chris has been diligently strengthening his body since the events of Code Veronica, in order to have something to counter Wesker. But he's still human, so no matter how much he tries to increase his physical strength, he can't stand up to Wesker if he's serious about killing him, it's logically useless. Of course, he wasn't the only reason for Chris's increased body mass, an additional motivation was the moment in Code Veronica when he didn't have the strength to kick down the door to save Claire.

Against Wesker any strength is useless (except for Alexia), just think of the final battle in the Lost in Nightmares DLC. No amount of physical strength and training helped Chris even scratch his opponent, let alone any attempt to fight back. The difference between the two is unrealistically huge, which raises the logical question... why is Chris still alive?

What's his attitude towards Chris anyway? Judging from their dialog in re1r, Wesker respects Chris's talents and has his hopes set on him, proud that he came out from under his captain's wing. It's the reason he didn't shoot Chris, wanting to show his best man his best creation (he also showed Jill Tyrant, but from the prism of their situation it looks more like bragging than a meeting of his two best creations). In Code Veronica they met again, and despite Wesker's open hatred for his former subordinate, he chose to demonstrate his power in front of him rather than kill Chris.

What emotions does a person feel when he wants to brag to someone he respects, but at the same time hates? I think Wesker has more respect for Chris than hate. He also wants to show him that he is now "better than he knew before" by trying to impress Chris a second time. He doesn't want to kill him because he's cocky and knows for a fact that the average person won't stop him.

The next encounter takes place in the Lost in Nightmares DLC, where Wesker is angry about information that offended his pride and crossed out everything he thought about himself. This time, when attacking Chris, he's driven by nothing but rage, so he doesn't think much about who's in front of him. Because of this, he might be contemplating breaking with his past, including Chris, so he's actually going to kill him. But he is interrupted, time passes and his emotions cool down, thanks to which the next time he meets Chris in re5 Wesker again doesn't plan to kill him. Chris is now his past, which he has accepted.

Instead of finishing what he planned and cutting off everything that reminds him of his fake past, Wesker decides to embrace the truth, including saving Jill's life and using her in his plans. He must have thought about Chris a lot and talked about him a lot, which you can tell from Excella, who said with disdain: "Chris Redfield" and Wesker at that moment turned away and smiled so that she could not see. He is either amused btw Excella reacts to Chris, or he is really secretly happy to show him his creation again but doesn't want to show his joy to Excella, whereupon he switches back to a serious tone of voice, provoking the woman to leave the room.

Their encounters in re5 don't look like a normal battle, because Wesker is able to kill both of his opponents (Sheva and Chris) completely unhindered just like he killed Spencer's guards in the mansion from the Lost in Nightmares DLC. But he doesn't because Chris has now found a new value to him. Redfield is an element of his past and an element of his present, integrating his personal growth processes and showing up at significant moments in his life. Therefore, as long as Wesker is confident that he will show Chris Uroboros, he will not seriously harm him. Only when his confidence crumbled did he become adamant about getting rid of the interfering element that now not only ruins his plans, but ruins his dreams, opposes his ideals, and negates what Wesker believes in. Chris is now not an accepted and valued past, but a judgmental eye looking straight into Wesker's soul. Someone who is the complete opposite of him. And since Wesker still respects Chris, because he only shows strength to those who are worthy (artbook quote), his opinion is valuable. But what if Chris's opinion differs from his and it can't be changed? The only thing left to do is to beat those views out of him.

Chris is a very important person to Wesker, despite the feelings of hatred he displays, which may also be the result of Wesker being confused about how long he let Chris live. That said, he is utterly helpless to kill this fragile man. He's too rare, valuable, special, the only one. And that brings out the tangled emotions in him. The fact that Chris is alive is absolutely no credit to Chris himself.

Height difference

When Wesker caused himself to overdose with Uroboros, his body increased in size due to the excess cellular material in his body. He is now about 230 cm. I'm sure the process is reversible, and when the virus in his body stabilizes from the overdose by properly fusing with his body, Wesker will return to his previous size. But what's funny is the very fact that because his body cells are unusual and able to regenerate, Wesker is able to react to the overdose with similar side effects. But if the effects were irreversible? That's interesting to think about.

Lack of a hand

If you follow the animations of Wesker's right hand on the volcano closely, you will notice that it moves as one continuous tentacle without bones. While the left one seems more static, and you can also see the arm model through the tentacles on the left arm. I examined its model and found out that the left hand does indeed have a full hand, even fingers, but the right hand is less fortunate - it's missing. In its place are tentacle bones. I realize this was done for ease of animation, but let's imagine for a second that the missing arm is an irreversible side effect, and now Wesker's arm will never come back. The tentacles will retract inside his body, but the arm will be missing and never regenerate. Oldsker without his right arm? Interesting.

[playstation-dreamcast]

This came to me in a dream. Anyway:

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Choose Your Character: Albert Wesker

Summary: For the sake of the mission, Albert Wesker is willing to do just about anything within reason to gain the trust of his S.T.A.R.S members. Apparently, building a snowman with his favorite new rookie is within reason.

Tags: Fluff, S.T.A.R.S Wesker, Nicotine use, Crack treated so serious none of my beta readers thought it was crack, Noncanon compliant RPD, Gender Neutral Reader.

Word count: 3k

It all started with that stupid fucking snowman.

A childish game he played to indulge his subordinate and gain their trust late one night after the S.T.A.R.S office had closed. He knew better even then, that it was an absolute waste of time. But, he complied, because it was you who asked.

Okay, maybe it didn't start with The Snowman. Maybe it started with the cigarette you shared. Sitting on the snow covered sidewalk, passing the smoke between the two of you while you talked. It came so easy to him, just talking with you. It was never that easy with anyone else.

He could still smell the smoke when he closed his eyes. He could see the snow caught in your lashes, and the fog of your breath. He could still feel how tight his chest got, and the roller coaster feeling of his stomach dropping when he finally had to admit to himself that he was sweet on you. And that he couldn’t keep lying to himself about it.

And you had no idea. You smiled like it was any other night. 

"Hey, can I bum a cigarette off you?" You asked him that at least twice a week since you started working as a member of S.T.A.R.S. It got to the point that he started to plan for it. Sadly, he was late to work this morning and didn't have time to buy another pack.

"Sure," he said, simply handing you the one he had just lit. You took it gratefully and smiled.

"Thanks Captain, you save me once again," you teased as you sat down next to him, taking a drag off the smoke. "You gonna light one?"

"That was my last one," he confessed with a shrug; chin resting in his hand, elbow resting on his knee. He thought about leaving, it wasn’t like he had anything left to do here. But he stayed anyway. He’d regret it later.

"What? Then why'd you give it to me dude?"  you scoffed.

He looked at you out of the corners of narrowed eyes. "Don't call me 'dude,'" he, half-heartedly at best, reprimanded as you rolled your eyes, "and because you asked for it. As your captain it's my job to take care of you." He didn't mean for it to come out like that, but he wasn't going to backtrack now and make it weird.

"Ah yes, taking care of me by giving me cancer. Truly, so selfless of you." You giggled as you handed him the smoke. 

He took it without thinking, easily taking a puff off it. "If I was worried about that, I'd have to fight a losing war with half the team- myself included." He took another drag to prove his point, "I like to think I pick my battles more wisely than that."

You hummed as you nodded, taking the cigarette back and putting it to your lips. You huddled closer to your captain, watching the snow fall and seeking his warmth in the cold. "It's pretty out." You smiled.

"It's nothing we don't see every winter." He took the smoke back.

You playfully pushed him, "Oh sorry Oscar didn't realize you fell out of your can."

"I have literally no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm calling you a grouch, Wesker." He nodded in acknowledgement of your clarification, and didn't try to argue. Just took a particularly long drag and handed the cigarette back to you. 

You took your turn with it and continued. "You gotta be able to still see the beauty in the small things, and the wonder in the world. Or else you just become old and bitter, and nobody wants that." He didn't have the heart to tell you he was already there. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, watching as new snow covered the old. It had become a ritual between the two of you – one Wesker had grown quite fond of. Every night when the two of you closed the S.T.A.R.S office together, you took the time to share a smoke break before going your separate ways for the night.

Wekser looked forward to them more than he cared to admit. At first it was just another thing he did to ensure all members of S.T.A.R.S trusted him. Fifteen minutes at the end of a shift was a small price to pay for the confidence of his team, and as long as they had confidence in him they wouldn’t doubt him. 

He wasn’t quite sure when he started looking forward to your quiet conversations, just like he wasn’t really sure when he started buying two packs of cigarettes to accommodate them. Or how he wasn’t sure when he started looking for little excuses throughout the day to touch you, to talk to you, to have your attention. At some point you had wormed your way into his mind and made your home there. He would have resented you for it if he could find it in him to do so.

He almost jumped when you finally broke the silence. "You know, when I was a kid, my dad would always let me stay home for the first snow of the season- didn't matter if school was canceled or not."

Wekser took the cigarette from your hand. "Sounds like irresponsible parenting to me, keeping a child from their education." He finally killed the smoke, flicking it off into the abyss.

"Maybe!" you admitted, "but, those days were important to me. We'd always go out and make a giant snowman – as big as we could – and try to keep him alive for the season." You smiled at your warm childhood memories. "It was fun."

"I've never built a snowman before." Wesker confessed. He wasn't sure why he did, it's not like you were asking. It just fell out of him. You had a way of pulling things out of him without even trying, something he should have been more wary about than he was- all things considered. 

You looked at him shocked. "What?! No way! Not even when you were a little kid?"

He looked back at you and shook his head, "The boys home where I grew up had no time for such frivolous things. As long as the power was on, we were in school. And on the rare occasions it was knocked out, well. We had other priorities." It felt so natural, being so open with you. Maybe it was because you were always so open with him. Or maybe you were one of the few people that treated him like a person with vulnerabilities. It used to scare him, on some deeper level. It still did in a lot of ways.

Lately though, he's just grateful to have someone other than Birkin to talk to. "Captain, that's one of the saddest things I've ever heard. That's like, a super villain's backstory."

He finally turned his head to you. "What? Not being able to build a snowman?" He scoffed. You were blowing this out of proportion.

"Being a child and not being allowed to play," you clarified. Oh. He had never thought of it that way. It's not that you were wrong, he wasn’t allowed to play as a child – not really. It's just… he never really took the time to think about his childhood. He didn't like the feeling it gave him.

So he shrugged again, brushing off the memories before they had a chance to linger. "The past is the past. There's no use dwelling on it."

"Fuck that, come on!" You grabbed his hand and pulled him off the steps. He didn't even have time to fully comprehend just what was happening before you pulled him to the patch of grass the RPD called a lawn. "We're building a snowman.”

He huffed out a sorry excuse for a laugh and rolled his eyes. “You can’t be serious Rookie,” He said as he watched you gather the starting snowball.

“As serious as a heart attack, Captain,” you said, handing him the growing ball, “And I’m not a rookie anymore, I’ve been with S.T.A.R.S for six months now!”

He fought a small smile back at your insistence that you were – in fact – a highly trained soldier after a mere six months. “That’s still rookie status, dear.” The pet name came out so easily he hardly registered it, but you clearly did. He could tell by how you froze, your eyes widening ever so slightly. He needed a distraction. He held up the snowball, “And what do you want me to do with this?”

You relaxed as you remembered the task at hand. “Roll it around in the snow, I’m working on the base, so you work on the middle.” 

He made no move to hide his annoyance. “This is ridiculous, I want you to know this.”

“Then go home,” you shrugged. “No one’s keeping you here by force, no ones putting a gun to your head. If you don’t wanna help, you're free to go.” You acted so unbothered when you said it, focusing on growing the snowman's base. It hit a nerve in his heart he didn’t even know he had. You made it so blatantly clear that you didn’t need him there. Suddenly, the only thing he could think about was proving to you that you did need him there. 

He started wordlessly working on the middle of the snowman, trying to focus on the smile on your face and not on how ridiculous he surely looked. “That should be good,” you said, pointing to the ball he was working on. “Go ahead and put it on the base.” 

He took a second to look at the base you’d made, and the progress he made on the middle part, then got right back to adding snow. “No.”

“No, what do you mean no?” you scoffed, trying to sound offended but failing to hide your giggle.

He easily hid his smile. “It’s still too small. It would look awkward on the base, and even more so once we add the head. It needs more snow.”

“Weren’t you the one calling this all a waste of time?” you teased as you started the head.

Without missing a beat he looked at you, “It is. I stand by that. But if you’re going to do something, you might as well do it right.” Finally, he was satisfied with the ball of snow he’d been put in charge of, and carefully placed it on the base. 

You giggled softly, “That’s such a dad thing to say.”

“It’s just how things should be done.” He shrugged, “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth putting the effort into doing it right.”

“So you admit this is worth doing?”

“What? I didn’t say that.”

“But ya kinda did,” you pointed out. “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. And you’re trying to build this snowman right, so therefore – it’s worth doing.”

Wesker took the time to think of his next words carefully. He couldn’t just say outright it was worth doing because it made you happy. Because these small moments of connection built a trust between you. One he would inevitably betray one day. 

There was that horrible tight feeling in his chest again. The one he only got when he thought about how he would have to hurt you in the future. He pressed forward, “Somethings, as frivolous as they are, can be worth doing for the greater impact they have.” You nodded sagely at his words, as if you understood perfectly. Which, was genuinely shocking because even he wasn’t entirely sure what the fuck he just said. 

Finally, you put the head on the snowman. “Well! What do you think?” You smiled, making passionate jazz hands at the snowy creation the two of you had made.

He cocked his head to the side. “Something’s missing.”

You nodded. “Yeah, we’re missing a face.”

“What do you normally use for a face?”

You shrugged, “Traditionally, kids used coal and a carrot for the face. Sticks for the arms, maybe a scarf, you get it. You’ve seen Frosty the Snowman.”

He hadn’t, but that was a battle for a different day. “Seems like a waste of a carrot. And we don’t have any coal.”

You nodded again. “Yeah, sadly. Guess our little guy will just have to remain faceless.”

No, that wasn’t good enough. Not for Wesker. If he was going to make anything, it was going to be perfect. He’d accept nothing less. He quickly looked around, searching for a suitable substitute for coal. He quickly spotted what the RPD once called a garden that was now mostly filled with snow covered rocks and made his way there. You picked up on his thought process and went to go pull sticks off of a nearby tree for the arms. 

“Hey, I found a pine cone!” You called to him as you returned.

“Excellent, we’ll use it for the nose.” He replied as you reconvened at the snowman. The two of you argued briefly about the facial expression – you insisting the snowman should be happy and him arguing it should be miserable because who wouldn’t be miserable stuck out in the snow? You countered with a snowman wouldn’t, because he’s literally made of snow and probably can’t feel cold. You won the argument. This time. 

You assembled the final touches together, then stepped back to look at your handiwork. He smiled smugly, placing his hand on your lower back to hold you closer. “Not bad for a rookie.” He said, looking at you.

You smiled back at him. “Not at all,” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder. It was the closest the two of you had ever been to each other at that point. And the closest Wesker had been to anyone in a long time. It should have felt wrong, the way it tended to when he made contact with others. Instead, it felt comfortable. Natural. Like you were always meant to be right there on his shoulder.

He looked down at you resting on him. At your snow bitten cheeks and soft, content smile. You weren’t scared, or even nervous. You weren't going out of your way to impress him, or try to demean him for an ego boost. You weren’t looking at him with unrealistic expectations he’d still manage to reach, only to remain unsatisfied with him. You were just there. Content, and smiling in his arms, happy to be with him.

You looked ethereal in the soft moonlight, the streetlights of the city encasing you in a halo. He was suddenly overtaken with the overwhelming desire to kiss you. To take you home and hold you forever. And met with the blood cooling realization that he was more than just attached to you. He was… infatuated with you. He refused to use the L word for this.

He couldn’t do that to himself. He moved away from you, a sudden movement that caught your attention. His heart sank looking at your wide questioning eyes. “Thank you, for the experience Soldier.”

You smirked, noting that he didn’t call you rookie. “Thank you for indulging me Captain.”

He nodded and patted your shoulder. “It’s late. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Bright and early,” you confirmed. The two of you lingered for a second longer, the cold silence loud with everything the two of you wanted to say. He slowly slid his hand off your shoulder, and the two of you went your separate ways.

He spiraled for a good two hours when he got home. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. How natural it was to talk to you, how nice you felt in his arms, how breathtaking you looked even covered in snow. He dreamt of you that night, and when he woke up he could still feel the warmth of your lips pressed against his. He had to take a cold shower to get his head together. 

He had never felt like this before. His entire life he was too focused on other things for crushes. On being the best student, on graduating early and getting his doctorate, on researching the virus, on surviving. He’d had lovers, sure. But he never felt anything for them, aside from sometimes lust. He never felt tight in his chest, he never dreamed of them, never in a hundred years would have entertained the thought of building a fucking snowman with them. 

What the hell did you do to him? 

He spent the next eight months obsessing over you. Meticulously observing you like he would any other specimen. He found out how you managed your workflow, the gun you preferred to use at target practice, who you got along with at the RPD and who you only tolerated, how you took your coffee in the morning. 

He noticed all the small details. He noticed the way you chewed on your lower lip when concentrating, what kind of jokes made you laugh the loudest, the way your eyes crinkled when you were genuinely smiling. He noticed that you didn’t brush his hand away when he rested it on you, unlike how you did when Brad did the same thing. How you also went out of your way to be around him, and that you were always the first to act when he gave an order. 

He knew he shouldn’t do this to himself. He knew that he should have taken a massive step back and kept your relationship strictly professional. No more late night smoke breaks, or easy conversations in the break room. If he really wanted to do himself a favor he should have found a reason to fire you, or at least have you removed from the S.T.A.R.S team. 

He never tried to do any of that, because for the first time in his life he was scared he wouldn’t be able to do something. And where did that get him?

Here. Staring at the sinking ship that was Umbrella, and knowing he needed to get off before he was dragged down with it. He needed to send the S.T.A.R.S team to the Spencer Mansion to get the combat data he needed so he could do just that. The issue was, that meant the team was probably going to die. A sacrifice he thought he was willing to make. And he was, before you happened. Now the thought of sending you into that made his jaw clench. As brilliant as he was, he couldn’t think of a way to keep you out of the situation. 

Send you home? That would never work, Bravo team was in danger. You would never just sit idly at home while your team was in trouble – an annoyingly admirable trait of yours. Order you to keep watch at the office? Nope, that wouldn’t work either. That would be the first place Umbrella went when they realized he had gone rogue. So where did that leave him? 

Sending you into the mansion. But, maybe you didn’t have to die. You were just as capable as any other member of the team- if not more. As long as he could keep you alive until it was time for the mansion to go up in smoke, he knew he could get you out of there- and come out looking like the hero in the process. 

He didn’t have time to come up with a definitive plan, this was going to have to do. As unorganized as it was, he was confident it would work. It had to work.

He didn’t know what he’d do if it didn’t.

[destinationtrekk]

Personally I love the idea of a Wesker who never really understood growing up how he could be desirable. Like he was probably completely isolated from romantic/sexual activity, it wasn’t until he achieved a modicum of freedom that he’d start realizing that others find him attractive. And he understands the simple fact that he IS attractive, but it’s the WHY that eludes him.

Enter you, who practically gets a nosebleed when he walks in the room. Even after the reveal with Spencer in which Al finds out he’s essentially a failed experiment, the last in a line of mass-produced children, you look at him with nothing but desire and adoration. And he just doesn’t understand why or how you can do that. Don’t you see he’s nothing? He was manufactured, his entire life a fabrication from the very beginning, and nothing he’s ever done has been a result of purely his own free will. Is he a man, or a facsimile of one?

And even when he begs you to understand, when he reveals the depth of his burgeoning self-loathing, you don’t relent. There is no world in which you would not want him, all of him, the good and bad. And if you try to show him your side of things by explaining your own insecurities and shortcomings he immediately shuts that down. You’re divine, impeccable, the only one worthy of accompanying him into the new world. You are everything the world should be, everything he wishes he had growing up. And you just smile, because maybe now he’ll understand where you’re coming from.

Idk if this is Anything I get really emotional thinking about him and the fact that he really had no choice in becoming who he is. I get really emotional thinking about how he probably battled with self-hatred after Spencer’s reveal and how he spiraled into the crisis of RE5 as a result. “I could fix him” ok well I could love him as he is. I could make him understand that he’s not beyond kindness and love. I could kiss him a lot

upon first meeting you he denied every hint of attraction, telling himself he just wanted to string you along because you would be useful. your skills were too valuable to be tossed away in the Spencer estate, so he used your infatuation with him to keep your loyalty. he gets more and more attached, of course, but never bothers to explore the true meaning behind what he feels for you. he tells himself you're just a pet, something he's grown to rely on for material comfort, and that one day you'll die like all pets do and he'll happily move on with his life.

this could not be further from the truth. after he finds out about the other Wesker children, and he he was simply a pawn in someone else's game, he breaks down. you're the first one he goes to, not bothering to explain why he's so angry and hurt. he's surprised, in a way, that you understand his emotions so clearly, and shocked at how you embrace him without hesitation when he finally does tell you what happened. without even realizing, he pours his heart out to you and confesses that he's used you for years, that your love for him is a cruel joke he played on you, believing that he really did somehow brainwash you into being his perfect pet.

this is insanely incorrect, and makes you realize how troubled he really is. it takes days for him to finally come to terms with his own (and your) emotions. he refuses to accept your declarations of love, continuing to tell you that you don't mean it and even berating you as pathetic when you plead for him to listen. you know he's just hurt and he needs some serious help processing his own childhood, but you refuse to step down. he may not understand how to be loved in return, but you'll make it your life's mission to see him smile when you kiss him.

[funniestpersonalivefr]

hold me closer, dear

first dance between you and wesker at your wedding bc im feeling romantic. some angst bc wesker is involved. fluff with a soft wesker. female reader 😔. not proofread and credit to image owner i found it on pinterest.

your wedding was a private affair. one that albert hardly wanted, he wanted to elope but he knew you'd be happier with this way. it's not to say that the wedding wasn't extravagant, this is albert wesker we are talking about. he'd only buy the best of things for this soon to be wife.

the hall was decorated beautifully, albert let you take over the planning. he wanted this moment to be perfect for you. a few guests were gathered, almost all of them being invited by you.

it's not like albert had a family, that had been taken long ago. it scared him to death that you were so serious about him, in his mind he had been nothing his entire life. he saw himself as a product lacking purpose, yet here you were walking down the aisle towards him. he knew he had found his purpose with you, his purpose was to love you.

his usual serious expression was cracking with each step you made towards him, he found himself smiling out at you. you looked nervous as hell but to be fair, so was albert.

soon you had met him, you were in front of him. in this moment, nothing mattered but you. soon your vows were exchanged and rings were slipped on your fingers, finally the words you both had been waiting for were said.

"i pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."

suddenly albert had pulled to him by your waist, his lips against yours. it was just the two of you for a moment, but soon the applause of your families and friends pulled you apart. you did have a wedding to finish after all.

everything flew by fast and you were soon on a dance floor, it was just the two of you. some old timey love song played through the speakers as albert held pulled you closer.

"you look exquisite tonight, mrs. wesker," he mumbled into your hair as you danced. your face flushed at the name, it felt unreal. you let out a small giggle, turning to look up at him.

"well mr. wesker, it's only because i'm so in love with you," you replied back and a rare smile broke into albert's face. he spun you around before pulling you back to him.

"not that this is a competition, but i'm sure i love you more," with you, albert was himself. he was relaxed in your touch.

"hmm, well just you wait until later tonight," you flirt back as he dips you. his mouth presses soft kisses to your neck before you two move back up. he doesn't want this moment to end, and even after it does you know he'll treasure it forever.

he carries you, bridal style, into the house. the flight the two of you booked leaves early tomorrow but albert doesn't care. right now, he's thinking about you, and he's ready for this new chapter with you.

[eviltothecore13]

Hello, I hope you're still interested in RE😇

I wanted to ask if you have any wishes or hopes for the RE5 Remake and Code Veronica Remake? (if there will be one)

And do you think that Wesker is still alive and will appear in RE9?

Sorry if you already wrote about that!

To be honest, while I still love RE, after the changes RE4 remake Separate Ways made to Wesker's character, I'm kind of dreading any new Wesker content. The fact he went from being established in original RE4 (and background stuff, canon tie-in material, writer statements, etc) as respecting Ada and even liking her in his own way, to being hostile to her constantly for no reason in the remake and treating her like she's incompetent, feels like an overly simplistic "he's evil, so he has to act like a dick 100% of the time", even though e.g. STARS shows he's quite capable of acting otherwise when it suits him and doesn't just go around pointlessly antagonising people. I think it's a sign that the original writers who wrote him in the games I love are no longer the ones writing him...

Previous remakes mostly either didn't drastically change the characters, or changed them for the better (RE3make Carlos is much more developed than the original one), and even RE4make Leon they clearly took the opportunity to remove the random sexist lines that the translator of OG RE4 added in which were never in the original Japanese anyway--I have no serious issue with main RE4make, only with RE4make Separate Ways, but it was very disappointing because Separate Ways was the thing I'd been looking forward to most--I was eagerly anticipating seeing more of Wesker and Ada's dynamic and they gave me a different and less interesting dynamic instead.

[fractualized]

Today in TMWSL #10, we get half our answer and also Joker in a skirt again! Look how happy he is.

Spoilers and violence, yadda yadda…

We open with Black Mask interrogating a police officer about what the Commissioner did with his men, but it quickly becomes clear something is wrong!

Joker (our favorite Sewer Rat one) comes over the speaker in Roman's office (?) in the fashion of a flight crew, as Roman manages to get a gas mask.

And our boy makes his entrance as grandly as always.

With the henchmen dispatched, Joker starts to tell Roman about his complaints.

And here's where I bring up Gotham War, and how I guess this is happening at the beginning of Bruce's 2-month unconsciousness after Knight Terrors, right as Selina is starting to steal all the henchmen and train them to be Good Nonviolent Thieves. Because here it's alleged that all the Gotham bosses are still doing fine getting their underlings and it's just Joker who isn't. I have to assume that because otherwise the inconsistency would be another reason to dunk on Gotham War and who would do that!

Anyway, we cut to Wesker who is collecting clues from the men Joker did manage to round up about where the other Joker came from.

C'mon, Scarface! They're probably doing their best! Besides, you've got other things to worry about. 

Jason, noooooooooo! He's just a lil murderous conniving puppet! He can reform! He can do a YouTube series about mob history!

As for Joker, we know where he is. I mean, one of them.

It looks like, for some reason, Joker is giving this cop Lazarus resin, assuming @clownprince's theory about where Joker #2 came from is where all this is going. Though it doesn't explain why Joker is reviving this cop. Not yet….

Also lookit them heels!

Anyway, Joker is looking for clues about his doppelganger with Roman personally, which implies he has a strong feeling Roman of all people has key info?

Oh right, Joker doesn't know the other guy is back in town. But unfortunately Joker #2 knows his twin has wrangled up some friends and is having his own friends, er, de-wrangle them.

In a way, they're just making room for Mr. Waffles' defection!

At least Joker gets to feel himself in this outfit before he figures out his scrappy crew is already being dispatched.

Look, I don't know what Wesker is alleged to be up to but I don't think Joker has a leg to stand on calling him a pervert.

Anyway, Jason brings down Joker's mood. 🙁

Ooh, I love when Di Giandomenico gets him all dark like that.

Joker does manage to get in touch with Shocky back at the warehouse and tells him to get everyone back there.

SHOCKY ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW. … Also who are you and how did you of all people manage to find out??

Sadly AND PREDICTABLY, we cut to the warehouse and Shocky has also been attacked by persons unknown. Jason, Steph, and Ravager are already on the scene. And then Manhunter shows up and nobody has any chill so they all get into a fight. Steph manages to calm everything down.

They compare notes and realize they're tracking the activities of two different Jokers. More importantly, they realize Shocky is alive! And we see Joker watching from the rafters.

At first I wondered if Joker didn't like what Shocky told him and tried to kill him, but nah, it looks like the warehouse got hit by Joker #2's crew. And I think they took Fake Jackanapes because he's nowhere to be seen, but per #12's cover he does appear to be back with Joker. Hmmm...

All four heroes are conspicuously absent when Shocky gets taken to the hospital, but Joker hitches a ride on the roof of the ambulance. From flight attendant mode to gremlin mode!

In a completely impractical way of figuring out what Shocky knows, Joker decides to interrupt his surgery in a new costume. I'm not sure if he had time to change into the cops' clothes outside or if he was wearing the first cop's uniform under his Sewer Rat outfit. I am sure that Mimi does not care!

Joker shoots the doctor because he has not learned any lessons about why he has no friends, and gets to the big question.

GODDAMMIT, SHOCKY– but actually I think the trope here is clear. Shocky did answer Joker's question in one word. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN but that's confirmed shortly, after this hilarious page:

It's Albert, the Knight Terrors son! Reading a Wonder Woman comic. It doesn't look like he took Joker's suggestion to ask for better toys to heart. 

Inexplicably, Joker stops in the middle of everything to steal the kid's drugs.

The implication may be that Shocky's words have jogged something in Joker's memory, and he's trying to ease the rest of it out. And that certainly seems to be happening, because we abruptly jump into the surreal "backer," which has a stronger tie to the main story than the others.

Joker is poisoning civilians when it turns out something's wrong with a henchman's mask.

Joker takes this opportunity to create his twin himself (dun dun DUNNNN) with the assistance of Professor Pyg.

Pyg successfully transforms the henchman into a Joker look-alike, and the fun begins, with Joker using his double to seem like he can be in two places at once, and to explain sudden changes of heart or ability. And all that goes fine until:

Original Joker does not appreciate anyone killing his men but him! (For once.) He confronts his creation when he's sitting on a park bench feeding critters. (A Joker enjoying himself at night on a bench? If only a bat doppelganger was there to join him.)

And we end on panels very reminiscent of what happened back in TMWSL #1.

Is this dunking on Three Jokers? I'm choosing to take it that way (even though TMWSL itself could still go the same direction).

Unlike other issues, we return to the main story for a page.

I had to include both these panels because 1) I enjoy the clown balloon exploding perfectly positioned in the cop's face and 2) like the last time Joker was in the hospital, he's reading a comic and replacing the story that's in there with something in his head.

But here it is! Half the mystery solved: Joker himself made his doppelganger! Which raises questions like "why?" and "how?" and "when?" but look there's only another couple issues to go.

And we can keep speculating in the meantime. Again I point to clownprince's theory linked above that some clone or plastic-surgeried reanimated corpse was mindwiped into thinking he's Joker. If that holds true, which it seems like it will because the Lazarus resin came up again, now we have Joker saying that he is the person who did it. Of course, if we go by how it went in the backer, then it's Sewer Rat Joker who is the fake, but since the backers are surreal and strange, the story Joker "read" in the comic may just be inspired by the actual goings-on and he really is the original as he says. It's also possible that we'll find both Joker's are so mixed up that they simply can't agree on who the original is, and we never get confirmation.

Regardless, we can further extrapolate that after seeing the clones at the end of Joker 2021, even though Joker was pissed about that, he may have been inspired too. It wouldn't be the first time that he thought a joke was only funny if he was the one who told it. So after he left Texas, he came across the mindwipe tech Bloom used in Task Force Z, and decided to give it a try? Except the person he brainwashed would be as vain as him and want to be the one-and-only Clown Prince of Crime, and it would never occur to him that he's the copy.

I'm hoping that's what it is, and not that the double was created earlier and it really is like Three Jokers where there's been more than one Joker tHe WhOle TiMe. I mean, Joker's last line could be taken to mean, "I was the one behind our best shenanigans and am responsible for our fearsome reputation." At least it's definitely not some multiverse shit as implied by that Batman #135 page.

We've got a couple issues left to get more answers. My understanding is that TMWSL stops at #12, which is a bummer. I've had a great time reading it, which only makes me grumble more about what's going on in Batman and Gotham War. "I Am A Gun" was delightful, but ever since Batman's storyline hit the alternate universe, the writing has gone… not great, IMO. So I'm not sure what Zdarsky is gonna do with Joker for the reunion. :|

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Hello! can i have yandere wesker headcanon? from the Code Veronica version. His s/o always tries to avoid it at all costs.

Hii anon, of course!

I hope you like it.

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You knew Wesker vaguely, based on other people's rumors, as he was your coworker during your Umbrella days. However, you had no idea how much he knew about you. From the outside, it seemed that you didn't exist for him, but on the inside, he had deeper feelings for you that led to an unhealthy obsession. You were smart, beautiful, and very determined, traits that made you a very accomplished scientist, and a challenge for Wesker.

Once he knew all the information he needed about you, he hired someone to stalk you, in order to get a better view of your personal life. All of your potential boyfriends disappeared when things turned serious, and that made you believe that something was wrong with you, but that wasn't true since Wesker pulled all the strings. It was, of course, for your safety, as none of them were worthy of having you. Wesker was your only choice, and you had to figure it out soon. He knew so much about you, as if you two shared the same house, but in reality he barely noticed you. He pretended so well that you had no idea what he was doing in secret. 

His plan was coming to fruition, and once you were at your lowest due to not finding a partner, he began to act. The flaw in his plan, which he didn't anticipate, was that you didn't bother to notice him. You will not give in to his advantages, no matter how hard he tries. You said no to dates, flowers, and gifts. Truth be told, you didn’t like Wesker. He was arrogant, selfish, and mean. At some point during your relationship, you avoided him on purpose because he didn’t seem to get the hint. The more you’d reject him, the closer he’ll get. As a result, one day Wesker got mad and kidnapped you, but you escaped just in time thanks to the small outbreak that occurred in the Arklay Mountains.

He wanted to retrieve you that night but ended up toasted. You were long gone, and knowing that he'd follow you, you went to Antarctica in the employment of the Ashford family. It was weird to work with Alfred and "Alexia," not to mention the harsh and cold weather, but it was better than being near Wesker.

Wesker was heartbroken and searched for you for a while, but he lost hope and focused on his new mission.

The Redfield brothers were in the facility, causing mayhem. You didn’t know where Alfred was or if he was still alive. On your way to the security room, you heard a familiar voice from within.

"Ooh little fishy, come see my hook." the man said with arrogance in his tone.

You placed a hand over your mouth as you tried to suppress a scream. It came out as a muffled yelp, but unfortunately it was loud enough for Wesker to hear. You heard his steps coming to the door, and you ran away as fast as you could.

"Did he notice me?" You asked yourself.

"What’s that in the distance? I see another fish."Wesker said this theatrically, knowing he can catch you if want. 

"Shit, shit, shit!" You tried to make it to the hangar, hop on a jet, and fly far away from there. 

"Umbrella is going down; why didn’t I find employment somewhere else?" 

You pulled out your security card and tried to open the doors. Your hands were shaking, so it was hard to scan the card through the small gap, but eventually the light turned green and the doors began to open. You didn’t care about Alfred; he was a jerk anyway.

"Going somewhere?" Wesker asked from behind in a calm tone. 

You froze in place. It felt like time stopped, and like a cornered rabbit, you waited for the big bad wolf to kill you.

"Listen, Wesk-" a hand grabbed you by your neck, forcing you to face him. Upon seeing his bloody eyes, you let out a scream. They pierced through your soul as they looked down at you with anger and disappointment. 

"Do you have any idea what kind of hell I had to go through in order to save your prissy ass?" 

"I-I’m sorry..." you said, but your voice was fading as the grip around your neck became tighter. 

"No, no, you’re not sorry. I did everything I could for you. I gave you a promotion, more money, and more resources, and what did I get? Rejection"

His face slowly morphed into something that didn’t resemble a human anymore. In that dim light, he seemed like a grotesque creature, one that was ready to rip you in half. 

You took one final deep breath as you felt his hand crush your neck, and without realizing his next move, he smashed your head into the metal grid of the large door, making you lose consciousness. 

You awoke in a strange room with huge pain throughout your body. You tried to stand up but failed multiple times as your legs were too weak to carry your weight. Eventually, you gathered some strength and started to explore your surroundings. 

The room you were in was spacious, with a floor bed and some magazines, along with a TV and a small closet. When you moved further, you heard a clinking sound and felt a gentle restraint on your ankle. You started to sob when you realized the gravity of the situation. Cuffed to the floor in an unknown place with the worst headache and nausea, you began to scream as loudly as your weak body allowed, hoping to get his attention.

He made an appearance after twenty minutes, dressed in black, and he sat in front of you. After a few moments of silence and as your vision improved, you noticed that he wasn't himself, as his sheer confidence and symbolic smugness were missing from his face. He looked rather sad and exhausted. 

It appeared that his eyes changed colors as well, and instead of that bloody red there was a warm shade of amber. He scanned you from head to toe in silence, keeping his own conclusions to himself. 

Wesker didn’t want your relationship to end up like this, because he hoped you’d understand that he only used extreme actions because he loved you. He decided to be very calm and tolerant with you as he realized how hard it would be to make you fall for him, but one thing is certain: you will love him by any means necessary.

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[v4mp-doll]

Albert Wesker headcanons!! 👾

this bitch has been in my mind for way too long, so now is the moment i just talk about him online.

mind a couple things:

these are headcanon for a wesker in a normal life au, where is yes still kind of an asshole, but also kinda softer? like he hasn’t been through the traumas (spencer) and all, so yeah, he can love and prove emotions?? also this has parts that include a romantic relationship between wesker and you? idk. also there’s nsfw

so=significant other

i might have done some grammar mistakes or a mess with the usage of the adjective used for his so, since i tried to use they/them, but sometimes i might have used you.

edit: i’ve taken my time and i tried to fix all my typos etc. hoping that i found ‘em all *pokémon theme starts playing*

this man is pan, he doesn’t care about the gender or the physical aspect of who he’s dating, he just wants them to be smart enough to be interesting (in his opinion). i feel like he would dislike unintelligent people because he feels like they aren’t trying enough.

he loves pet names. i feel like he would use them for call his so ALL the time but when he wants to start a serious conversation.

if his so isn’t american, he would probably try to learn their culture and maybe also their language (he would absolutely learn pet names in said language because he finds cute how his lover react when he uses them). knowing him, he would probably learn the new language easily, and would be also good at it. with his accent, yes, but with proper grammar and vocabulary. he also would like to visit his so’s country both to see where they grew up and to see the biggest attractions said country offers (i am italian, and i usually picture this with him visiting my small and empty town but also milan, rome, venice, florence, naples etc.).

he chose his s.t.a.r.s. career over his umbrella’s one. in re0 he’s defined something like «practical Al», so i think that despite liking biology and generally science, he would find himself more comfortable with a career where he can spend his energies in a constructive way.

he’s rich, but doesn’t like bragging about it. he has a big house, a very nice car but tends to live very simply, spoiling himself just for particular occasions. that can’t be said for his so, who he likes spending money on. like, they would be so embarrassed because they would feel like using him, while he’s like that meme that goes «i like seeing women spending my money». after a while he just decides to not going through the same process of «you really don’t have to» and starts to buy things and then make them appear between his lover’s properties. he loves buying them clothing he thinks they would look good into.

he’s jealous af. he doesn’t throw jealousy fits in public, but when he feels someone is trying to get too close to his so (like someone getting flirty in public), he would magically appear near them, slipping his hand around their waist and kissing their head. and if he feels like they’re getting closer than he likes to someone, he would probably just go berserk on them, throwing them on the bed and reminding them whose person they are property of.

with jealousy it comes also possession. he loves to show everyone that they are his. so in public he would probably always have his arm around their waist or his hand on their knee.

he’s a dom. also a pretty kinky one. despite not disliking sweet and tender sex, he like an animalistic one more. he has many kinks (breeding, cnc, dacryphilia, bondage and i could go on for hours) and likes experimenting. but he’s also very attentive to his lover, makes sure they have a safe word for anything (also non-verbal ones) and that they are always having a good time. his after care is very simple, but he makes sure his lover is cleared and that they know it was all an act. he likes submission, but also like people who rebel: he’s definitely a brat tamer.

i’ve already said this, but i repeat it again: he’s a girl dad. with his children he’s very attentive, and despite being a little in difficulty with showing affection in a way a child can comprehend (which is a very direct one, not the subtle one he can show to his lover and few friends), he’s still a great dad and he’s very present in their life despite all the things he has to do (i am sorry jake that you live in canon and not in my mind).

alone together time!! he’s working, his so is minding their own business, but their are in the same room and this comforts him.

he doesn’t tell, but he cherishes all his s.t.a.r.s. colleagues, and considers them friends.

he likes non-sexual intimacy, like making his so shave him.

he has tons of beauty products and loves skincare (he doesn’t admit he’s getting older and wants to gaslight himself that he isn’t in his 40s/50s/60s).

i can’t imagine any of his relationships not having an age gap, so, yes, there’s an age gap.

he likes cooking and experimenting with cuisine.

he reads a lot, and has his own personal library.

he loves hanging out with birkin, and since they barely see each other, they organize this big and embarrassing foursome dates, with his so and annette being so embarrassed at first, but warming up later on.

he doesn’t believe in god, despite this he’s sherry’s godfather.

he is extremely sensitive to light, this is why he wears sunglasses. he takes them off only in his office and in his home, both places where the blinds are shut and the lights are very dim.

okay, for now it’s over.

for now.

[noowayybroo]

Unfair (Part 1??)

Characters: Literally just Albert Wesker + Reader

OK LOOK I just have to say I've never written a fic before so please go easy on me :sob: this is just a dumb thing that my mind invented one day and is hugely unfinished like it will continue but only if you guys like it (if anyone sees this)

Warnings: SFW (FOR NOW) UNLESS YOU LIKE WANT IT TO BE NOT SFW!!!, Wesker kinda uh hypnotises you, Kinda wrote this for myself :flushed: , Gender Neutral, Dub con?? Wesker kinda forces you at first but then you don't mind so much??? Guess that's how brainwashing works??? VERY slowburn :/ I write too much. Wesker is a LOT softer cuz i dont like meanies, I'M NEW TO RE so idek when this is set I'll leave that for you to fantasize about

You knew exactly who he was: Albert Wesker, an infamous scientist working under the Umbrella Corporation. Known for his hard work and devotion to his cause, he was a force to be reckoned with. That was, at least, how the world saw him. You, however, knew more… And that was something he was very aware of. Whilst to others, you were another researcher and scientist employed by Umbrella, to Wesker, you were the plague. You may as well have been a private investigator, sent to be a thorn in his side thanking your persistence in gathering information about him.

You knew his secret. You knew that Wesker was not quite as human as he'd let on. You even knew about his experiments with what he'd dubbed "The Ultimate Lifeform" and "Uroboros". For you, it was only a matter of time before he came for you, perhaps murdering you in cold blood to protect his name. For him, however, you were a ticking time bomb, ready to expose him, his work and his weaknesses.

Of course, some semblance of his ego kept him from worrying too much about your pitiful richeous endeavor. The man was a God, an absolute unit. There was no way you'd come after him. Your secret would die with you. And that was why he was entirely gobsmacked to turn at the sound of a closing door to see you before him in his own laboratory.

"Y/N…", Wesker's snarl is constricted by a tight upwards pulling at the corners of his mouth. Perhaps if he kept on good terms with you, you'd forget everything and things would become easy for him once more… He didn't care to indulge the thought any further. "To what do I owe this pleasure? So late at night, too." He faces the clock to his right, motioning to it, but through his dark shades you could only guess where his eyes really came to rest. The time on the clock had passed 11. Really, you were hoping he wouldn't be there. Unlucky you.

"Wesker, Sir… ", your voice trails off. He was still your superior, and you'd be lying if you were to say his dark, menacing aura did not phase you. You felt especially shaken now as you'd been caught on your way to some serious midnight snooping. Your brain is scrambled, desperately searching for some form of escape, "What are you doing up so late at night? I saw you were still clocked in so I came to check on you. Is everything OK?", you lie through your teeth, hoping he might buy it. Wesker's smile fades as he does his best to hide his true joy. He has you surrounded. Both physically and mentally, you are in his domain now.

"How considerate", Wesker purrs, feeling he has the upper hand as he begins to walk past you slowly, keeping his face towards you as he situates himself between you and the door. Wesker had crooked morals but really didn't want to kill you. Not yet at least. There'd be paperwork to fill in, and as your Superior, he'd have to admit you were very skilled and never late with an assignment. On any other day, he'd probably boast about how trustworthy and helpful you are, and how he's proud to have you below him among his men. That was, however, when you weren't spying on him. "I've just been thinking a bit… Just a little."

"What about? Can I help with any-", you watch as he circles you, entrapping you. Was he doing this intentionally? Did he want you to fear him? Lord, did he plan on claiming your life now? Your thoughts and words were cut off by his steely, cold voice.

"What do you intend to do with the information you have on me, hmm?", Wesker didn't actually intend to ask this but his nerves and ego got the better of him. He smirked at the way you froze up, adjusting his glasses to better cover and hide his burning eyes. If only you could see the way they bored into you, he thought, then you'd know true fear. The mere idea made his smile widen.

"I - I'm not sure what you're talking about. What do you mean?"

"You know a lot about me… There's no use in lying, I've done a bit of my own snooping", he muses, sly and proud. "You know about my Uroboros, and about my research into Bio Weapons. You've even aided in my experiments on new, more powerful species. You know I can control people.", Wesker punctuates each item on his list with a stride toward you, so thorough and controlled as if rehearsed.

Each time he reminded you of what you knew, you made a stoic effort to show no sign of acknowledgement. You wanted to pretend you had no idea. For a second, Wesker almost bought into your act. For a second.

As you heard his final claim, however, your lips twitched in confusion. You'd done it now, you think as his eyebrows furrow with curiosity. Or did you not know? He thought to himself, leaning towards you. You felt so trapped. Wesker had this hellish aura, and If your mind hadn't been drowning within a tsunami of anxiety and regret for even showing tonight, you might have predicted what would come next.

Within seconds, you were pressed up against the wall behind you, breathing heavily as Albert scanned you, his smirk cemented upon his lips. "I've always admired your desire to learn", a rough hand clasps your chin, forcing your gaze to remain on his face as his other hand finds the side of his shades. "Let me reveal to you my latest weapon."

Terror claims your body, creeping up your shaking legs like a mutated vine, corrupting your muscles' loyalty to your ability to stand, and replacing your comfort with a spasming pins and needles like sensation. The worst you'd pictured happening to you tonight was facing Wesker or a trap he may have laid and winding up dead. The sensation sickened you, just how foolish and naïve you'd been. Now, a much worse threat stood before you. It loomed over you, in fact. What did that even mean? What was he going to do to you and how? If anything, he was painfully right about your desire to understand and learn. Even as your will was about to be plucked from your very body, you couldn't but wonder help what reality - what sensations awaited you on the other side~

Uhh... TBC?

THANKS FOR READING!!! :sob:

Ok so I have a PLAN and my PLAN is eventually he falls for u so if you wanna kinda read that and you like it please lmk and if you wanna request uhhh other stuff or criticise PLEASE DO

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 39: Morning Song (NORMAL P.O.V.& SMUT)

I followed Albert up to the observation room. It was a strange request. Even when we were working for Umbrella we always escorted guests out. This must have been something serious. I walked into the room the door shutting behind me.

"Over here dearheart." Albert beckoned me over to the computers on the desk of the observation room.

"Why are we not with our guests my love?" I asked sitting on the chair covered in soft white suede.

"There is something I needed to show you in private. It was when you transformed into your archangel form." He said as I plugged in my watch to the computer.

"OK show me.  I'm all ears. "  I activated my watch the Pheonix Corps. emblem appearing on the screen.

"White Queen, please show our lady the combat data collected today November twenty-sixth two thousand and six," Albert spoke the ai appearing from my watch.

" Yes lord Wesker, playing combat data. " White Queen said as a video file played.

Albert paused it once I was transformed into my Archangel form facing the camera.  I noticed something new about the form.  Black markings surrounded my breasts and other womanly parts.

"This is strange. It looks like armor almost." I said touching the screen.

"I pulled the notes from Cordell's files on you from the angel's fall drive. There was one set of notes on the matter. Apparently, he and Sergei had a plan to make you the ultimate motherly type. Protected from all sorts of things meaning harm to your woman's assets." Albert said pulling out a laptop from who knows where.

"From Cordell and Vladimir." I bit my lip holding back a growl.

"Unfortunately so dearheart. They seemed to be so spiteful that the chip Gale had extracted was hardwired to prevent ovulation. So the makings didn't show up because you were unable to conceive." Albert sounded pissed off so I grabbed his hand and looked at him.

"He was more than likely trying to prevent us from trying to rebuild our family." I clicked my tongue rubbing the new scar over the upper part of my spinal column.

"It says angelis was created to have the infected become ultimate guardians and servants." Albert said his hand now atop the one on my back, "It seems in trying to control you, they prevented you from evolving to your full potential."

I clawed at the chair. What else could those bastards have done to me? If Gale hadn't removed the chip Albert and I wouldn't have been able to conceive.

I snarled rage filling my body, "White Queen"

The hologram appeared from my watch.

"Yes, my lady." She asked floating above my watch.

"Pull up Sergei's file on agent seven forty-eight using my credentials," I ordered.

"I've pulled up the files before my lotus I didn't find anything," Albert said looking at me curiously.

"That's why I'm accessing them with my Umbrella credentials, Sergei always hoped I'd come to his side and that he'd left the files unredacted for me." I cringed feeling sick to my stomach.

There were multiple pictures of my naked body chained to a cement floor a certain fluid on my face. There were also several photos of me blindfolded and restrained to a medical bed my crotch stuffed with three massive dildos. Blood was streaming down my eyes in the photos. However, the last one had my blood boiling. It was a screen capture of CCTV footage. It was of Alistar dying in my arms.

A deep guttural growl escaped my throat. I was near tears with each memory I saw. The haze in my mind grew at an exponential rate. The things he did to me creeping into my mind.

"That was when she died, wasn't it?" Albert asked stroking my back as I bit my lip closing down the computer, "There there my lotus. I am here and soon we will have a little one of our own running around. "

I chuckle darkly, my eyes flaring a dark icy royal blue I feel my morality slipping but I laugh, "I'll make everyone who hurt us burn in hell!"

Albert grabbed my chin and kissed me deeply and passionately, "That's my lotus! The world will bow to us."

"Let us go to our lab my treasure. There is something I want to test. White Queen, power down. it's time." The AI nodded deactivating as I stood up facing wesker, "I think it's time me and Uroboros got acquainted."

"Are you sure dearheart? It is still extremely toxic and unreliable." Wesker said in a concerned tone.

"I'm sure, one of the researchers kept calling me unworthy of receiving such genetic aptitude. That the Angelis virus was just a waste to be used on a lower life form such as me. When Sergei brought up the prototype virus to be tested on me that researcher slapped him" I said remembering my eyes darkening.

I heard Albert mutter under his breath but didn't put two thoughts to it. At this moment I was driven to prove to everyone I was worth being alive.

"The fact that Sergei had a vial of the prototype virus must have meant he was working with Alex," Albert said there was a bitter sound in his voice but there was also a gentle smile on his lips.

"Most likely but even if that is the case, I want to carry your creation in my veins. Our viruses swirl together to show nothing can stop me from being your goddess." I said caressing his cheek.

He looked down at me and his smile faded, "I will do it on one condition seeing as how I already possess Uroboros.".

"What is it my treasured god?" I asked staring into his shaded eyes.

"You inject me with the Angelis virus... we could be the same then love, feeling each other's pain. I'll know what you went through somewhat when you were with Sergei." Albert said holding my cheek his thumb caressed my lips, and the faint scent of leather washed across my nose.

I felt panic. The angelis virus never had successfully taken a male host. What ifs started to flit about in my mind. What if Angelis didn't accept him? Would I lose him again?

"But what if you're not accepted? What if it harms or even worse kills you?" I asked terrified at the thought of losing him before I could save him from Spencer.

"Please a mere virus will not kill me. I am a God! Nothing will stop me from curing this world of humanity and nothing will stop me from being with you my goddess." He said with a kiss on my lips that was gushing with passion.

"Alright Albert, I trust you," I said pulling back from the kiss rose tinting my cheeks.

"Then let us head to our lab, my dear." He said heading towards the door.

I followed like a puppy. My heart still racing Albert's promises do little to ease my anxiety. When we arrived at our lab I dropped to my knees, my ears ringing louder than Big Ben. I felt Albert grab my shaking hands. He rubbed them gently and then harshly slapped his on top of mine.

I stood up, the ringing suddenly stopping. I stared at Wesker whose concerned look told me everything. He was worried too but he remained strong.

"Dearheart look at me," he said placing his hand under my chin and pushing up my face.

I did as he commanded. He pulled off his sunglasses and stared into my blue eyes with his red ones. Slowly he embraced me pulling on his jacket. That way he made sure I couldn't move from his arms.

"I will not ever leave your side again. Nothing can separate us from one another anymore. I just got you back. I refuse to be taken away from you again." He said my head on his heart.

It fluttered. His body was showing me how sincere he was. Soon I felt my anxieties melt away into his arms.

"Do you promise me that? Nothing will separate this relationship again?" I asked.

"I promise Tabitha. We are here. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can have some alone time," Albert said kissing my cheek while opening our lab slash office.

Excella was in there preparing his dose of the prototype stabilizer. When she saw us she shrieked, "AH Albert, I didn't see the both of you. I was just preparing tonight's dose."

"Excella out! Me and Tabitha have a very important experiment to conduct!" Albert growled.

"Of course please do find me if either of you need anything." She said scrambling out of the office like there was a fire.

After Albert retrieved a vial from his centrifuge in the lab he pulled a black vial from the storage fridge.

"Uroboros..." I said walking up to him and touching the vial.

He sat down on the medical bed in the back of the room. I followed noticing the grimace on his face.

"Now that we are alone. Come here dearheart." Wesk said pulling me into his lap.

"Wesk I have a condition to your condition. I want to be dosed at the same time as you." I said confidently.

His grimace shifted to a small smile, "You wish my precious lotus."

He prepared two syringes one with the black vial and the other was a clearish white vial. That's why he had Gale draw more blood, that was the concentrated

form of the angelis virus.

He handed me the syringe with the angelis virus and held the syringe with Uroboros in his hand.

"This will hurt my dear I am so sorry," Albert whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry too Wesk. But we will see each other side my precious treasure."  I said placing the syringe on his neck.

"I love you, Tabitha," Wesker said sticking the needle in my neck.

"And I love you, Albert." I slammed the needle in. I encountered a decent amount of resistance from his skin.

We kissed as we pushed down the plungers.

Nothing... a sweet abyss washed over me. Dark as night. I felt hollow. Like nothing mattered. The tidal wave of numbness took my consciousness out.

(Wesker P.O.V.)

I watched as my dear lotus fell to the floor. Her body shaking and seizing. Shortly after I dropped to a knee in agony. The raging chill froze my body. My muscles felt like they were being shredded and sown back together almost instantly. It was excruciating. My body shook from the pain. But the worries about myself and my blood ran cold when I saw her.

Her seizure had stopped but there was a slight amount of foam around her mouth. It quickly dawned on me she wasn't breathing. NO! I WOULD NOT ALLOW THIS! I knew I shouldn't have allowed this.

I dragged my sorry hide over to her tearing my jacket off of her body. I picked her up nearly dropping her on the floor from the heat pouring from her body. I held her close quickly performing mouth-to-mouth and started chest compressions. I wasn't about to lose her to my creation.  I wasn't about to kill her again.

"Please my lotus, you can do this don't let this beat you. Please Tabitha you are stronger than this." I whispered in her ear pulling her into my lap.  I barely felt a pulse.  Her body only gets hotter and hotter.

It dawned on me pretty quickly. Uroboros and the Angelis virus were battling for dominance in her body. Sorrow filled my heart, I was scared of losing her when I had just promised that wouldn't happen. Then it dawned on me. The vial of blood I had Gale draw when she was with Arias.  I needed to rebalance the virus levels in her body. I was about to get up until I heard something. It was a soft moan.

I looked down and my heart swelled in relief. She was slowly and gently breathing. My precious lotus,  my darling dearheart, Tabitha, you scared me so badly. I hugged her tight, pulling her up I leaned down and whispered something I'd never thought I could confess.

"That's right Tabitha, come back to me. Fight through this fire my gorgeous lotus. I couldn't last again without you.  Rise from your ashes my Pheonix. Rise so once again I can hear your sweet loving morning song. Please rise for me so I won't have to wander this dark path alone once again. " I murmured in her ear.

"Mmmm... Albe? A...Albert?" She gasped moaning out deliciously.

"Tabitha," I called out as black snake-like tendrils grew from her wrists lifting her into the air. The tentacles wrapped around a sturdy pipe in the ceiling. She was dangling by her wrists, her toes barely touching the floor.

Uroboros was presenting her to me. She was stunning. Almost all of her scars had vanished. Her brown hair was now feathery with black and white patches. As she opened her eyes they shone like freshly polished sapphires the outline of her irises and pupils was now platinum colored rather than sliver. She was even more beautiful than she was before.

A moan pulled me from my trance, "WESK! AHHHH!"

She was fully awake now and the tendrils set her down in my arms before shattering into fresh silica. It was as if it wanted me to examine what it did to her. Even more interesting was when I wanted her in my arms it set her there.

"My my, it seems our viruses have mutated together my goddess." I smile standing up.

I watched as her hair returned to brown and the tendrils receded into her body.

"Albert please, it's so hot. Albert mmm I need..." She panted grasping at my button-up shirt.

"What is it that you need my love?" I asked noticing I had my tendrils wrapping around her legs and up her pants. I needed this. I needed her to know how much I loved her. She was about to feel it too.

"Please my love use Uroboros on me to tame my raging internal flame. Please my master use our gifts to allow me to please you. Not to mention you're near my cunt." She moans out.

(NORMAL P.O.V. smut)

I was panting. My body was a flame and Albert's touch was like a soothing menthol gel.

"It seems our mutations have deemed us to be soul mates dearheart. I'm going to enjoy this treat dearheart. Let me show you how much I love you." Albert smirked wickedly as I felt his Uroboros rub against my commando pussy lips as they slowly pushed into my innermost place.

I roared out a moan. The radiating heat from my body pooled to my crotch. The mutation was as thick as my beloved Wesker's cock. The tentacle was like ice. So cold but so refreshing.

Albert placed a kiss on my lips as I clench my pussy around the tendril, "mmmm fuck, why does this feel so good?"

I felt my eyes roll back as Albert ordered the tendril to thrust in and out of me.

He let out a dark laugh Uroboros spreading my pussy like butter, "We were truly made for each other dearheart. It seems my creation and touch are the cure for your aching."

He sent the tendrils deeper kissing my cervix even pushing past. I screamed in pleasure I was being used like a toy and I enjoyed it. I gave into the infectious mood and lay on Albert's office desk.

He laid on top of me quickly stripping us both of our clothes. I panted rolling him onto his back as his Uroboros went back into his skin.

"it seems my needy slut has gained a small second wind." Albert chuckled pulling on my nipples and biting my neck

"Maybe I figured out who the real needy one is Wesk after all it was your tendrils that were in my pussy." I say pressing my body against him.

He smirked and he lifted me off of him by the throat. God did the pain feel amazing. I gasped for air as he sent two tentacles deep into my folds. I released and came on his Uroboros.

"Mmm Albert ahhhh" I moan out cum dripping down my legs, "Albert please it burns. Please cool me down.  Fuck me please"

"Such adorable little noises coming from your whore mouth." Albert smiled slamming me into his desk. The impact caused the the ebony desk to fall apart Albert landed on top of me in a passionate kiss.

With a simple command, his tendrils wrapped around my breast and detached from his arm. The tentacles as they slip into my pussy.

My bound body shuddered. Albert's hard cock twitched at the sight of me writhing beneath our creation. I saw him beam with pride. My body surrendered as I came once again without Albert touching me. My body burned for him.

"Such a lovely sight you make my filthy lotus. Pleasure yourself for me. Entertain me well enough and I'll give you the relief you seek.

"Yes, master." I pant reaching down and massaging my clit.

He chuckled as I felt something press against my behind.

"I know how much you loved being filled in your slutty ass. I am going to fill you to the brim with our creation." Albert snapped as I felt the faceless serpent press deep into my other hole. They squirmed in unison rubbing against each other. The pressure was immense as the tendrils pressed against my cervix and G-spot. I felt myself let go as Albert withdrew the serpents.

"Look at you, feeding our creation with your juices. Such a filthy lotus cumming with my permission. You drive me feral dearheart with your perfect motherly breasts and your tight whorish snatch that clings to my cock." He smirked lining himself up with my entrance.

I moan at the way he grabbed my legs and forced them back. His touch was ice cold against my skin. The temperature difference from his touch before was shocking. It was the opposite of what happened to me. The angelis virus made him slightly paler and chilled his skin. What didn't change were his eyes they remained their brilliant red.

Albert smirked at the distracted look on my face then leaned down to my ear, "Pay attention, Tabitha, I want you to see how much I fucking love you! Call out your master's name when he makes you cum."

"Yes, my god." I moaned as he slammed deep into me. Deeper than the Uroboros could. He delved into my pussys most sacred place. He delved into my womb. Gods did it hurt but it felt so heavenly. He pulled out and slammed right back in grazing my G-spot as he slid in. His cock was larger than he was the last time we had done things. I felt some of the walls in my pussy tear slightly from Wesker's thrusts. My body hastily repaired the damage, making my pussy tighter around his fucking huge throbbing member.

I couldn't hold on anymore. The coil that was building in my stomach snapped. I screamed out as I squirted on Albert's cock.

"ALBERT FUCK YES YES MMMM OHH FUCK!" I moaned out, my tongue dipped below my lip.

"Look at you panting like a slut in heat. Our body's intertwined tangled in passion. Look even your Uroboros wishes to be with mine." Albert smirked my legs resting on his shoulders and my back on the smashed expensive wood covering the floor.

I smirked as new tendrils exited my wrists as did his. They bound our hands together as Albert trusted faster into me. The tentacles hardened into obsidian holding us in place as hours passed by.

Me and Albert spent those hours back and forth in our fight for dominance. There were moments when I had managed to flip us over and was impaling myself on Albert's cock. Squeezing him in a vice-like grip with my sweet and tender pussy. He moaned out and bucked up into me. He took my breast into his mouth and latched on suckling my nipple like it was the only sense of nourishment there was. We were in tears by the time we ended.

We went for roughly ten rounds. Each one lasted longer than the previous. We had nearly limitless stamina yet had spent it all pleasuring each other. That was the longest session we ever had. Being entangled with Albert was like a drug you would automatically be addicted to. It was an intense passionate dance one could never tire of.

I cried out as we came one last time the binds holding us long ago shattered into dust. Albert kissed my temple, sweat dripping down us both. The flame that was in my body quietly subsided for a moment. As we lay out on Albert's broken desk we failed to notice the door open.

"OH, WHAT THE FUCK! I NEED SOME FUCKING BRAIN BLEACH!" Gale shouted out covering Jill's eyes, "REALLY YOU TWO! WE WERE FUCKING WONDERING WHERE YOUR ASSES WERE AND HERE YOU FUCKING ARE DOING THE DANCE WITH NO PANTS! AGAIN!!!"

Gale stormed off pushing Jill along with him. They both had blushes on their faces. They were probably looking for a room where they could do things too. oh well, I'll apologize later as of this moment in time I burst out laughing pulling myself off Albert's cock.

A little bit of our mixed juices dripped down my leg as I helped Albert up off the floor. He grabbed our clothes from the ground and helped me redress. My tired muscles scream out for a hot soak. I smiled as I helped Albert put on his pants and coat.

"Look at you my phoenix all swollen with my semen. I am positive this little experience will gift us with our greatest treasure." He said pointing at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

I giggle slightly noticing my lower abdomen is slightly distended. I just stared at myself. A small swollen poof filled to the brim with Albert's seed. I felt overwhelming happiness as Albert picked me up and kissed my lips.

"Soon my phoenix you will have a little one to sing your sweet morning song to," Albert said as he walked out the door holding me.

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here and Merry early Xmas I will try to have another chapter posted by Christmas for you all to enjoy when you need a break from ya'lls family. Well, I hope You have an amazing day and please leave a comment it keeps me going. Please continue to enjoy Resident Evil Archangel.

[unnerving-presence]

tbh i wasn't a fan of SW Wesker's new voice, but after listening to a few of his lines it kinda grew on me

i'm lowkey obsessed with how gravely/growly he sounds 🫣

i love his breathy voice in some scenes 🤭 i love how you can tell how calm he is when he sounds like that compared to his rougher, more serious voice when he’s more on guard. it’s a nice touch to his character that shows how he feels, even if he doesn’t directly show it

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

While I do agree with that last ask that Ada's outfit is truly not appropriate as a spy, I kinda wanted to put in my own little input. For one thing I totally agree with the fact that her outfit is something I could very much see a woman dressing for herself choosing. Not that women don't choose to dress super skimpy, but Ada's outfit in RE 4 Remake is, in my opinion, a pretty popular Fall/Autumn outfit among feminine presenting people (I mean people even joke on Tiktok about how Autumn is stylish black boot season lol) Other than her stilettos, her outfit is not that out there, in terms of comfort even. It's a knit dress top. Those are some of the more comfortable dresses, even if it is body con. It might be tight, but it's not modeled so tightly that it's "weird" if you get what I mean, and it's knit, and it can have some stretch, and it's moveable. (I feel like I can say that as someone who has worn a very similar dress and had to walk for several blocks in the winter) Respectfully, I really disagree that her current outfit is "less appropriate than her original outfit." If you've ever worn a maxi dress, one can know how impractical the long length/can be unless you were to like, tie it to the side or whatever. Shorter dress can be out of the way of your legs. I feel like if you removed her stilettos and gave her more practical boots, it's really not that crazy of an outfit. Frankly, just because a woman dresses femininely, doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Also honestly....? Just because someone has a cold personality doesn't mean they can't be stylish? Like....Wesker's new outfit is pretty stylish as well if we're going to be fully honest. As a female-presenting person, I don't think Ada's outfit has so much overt sex appeal. It's just something I've seen so often as an outfit for this season, and something I've seen other female presenting people reach for when it gets cold. Her boots are kind of doing all the legwork if you'll excuse the pun. I dunno! Maybe I'm just delulu, but yknow?

I also just wouldn't think it'd be Ada if her design didn't communicate some level of flair. RE 4, despite now having a more serious undertone compared to its original, I feel has always been the kind of silly and unrealistic game anyway compared to the others. I mean the Merchant throws a rave when you do well at target practice. You eat raw fish and eggs....? There were Ganados that wore Leon's jacket and Krauser's hat for some reason???? There's a request where you literally are just told to egg a portrait of Ramon Salazar. Ashley is secretly a scene/emo kid???? Me personally, I appreciate this design compared to the past of game design. Could it be better? Yeah, sure. But it's SOMETHING imo. I totally get that we want to go from point A to B, and that we shouldn't accept the bare minimum, but sometimes things also take baby steps. I've noticed the slow shift in other games as well. Mortal Kombat's female characters had people upset because they looked "too" practical and "not sexy enough." League of Legends has been slowly updating its designs (i.e. Janna and Nidalee in their recent Legends of Runeterra art) Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn is designed to look like a realistic person. I dunno!

One thing I will agree on is the game's camera with the ass shots. I can only really remember one (that scene where Ada sees Ashley being taken by one of Salazar' bug guard) but yeah, that was unnecessary. I don't think they did entirely bad by Ada in my opinion because there were several scenes where this male gazey shot did not happen.

Anyway sorry that this ask is super long. I had a lotta thoughts lol.

Respectfully, I really disagree that her current outfit is "less appropriate than her original outfit." If you've ever worn a maxi dress, one can know how impractical the long length/can be unless you were to like, tie it to the side or whatever.

yeah i think i struggle a lot with trying to understand how her original outfit is more appropriate than her remake one. it's COLD, there was no reason for her to be in that type of dress. and the long skirt of the dress is also impractical as hell. i agree that the changing of her boots to a more flatter boot would make her outfit fairly appropriate. we're also kind of assuming that her tights are fairly well fitting since she's not constantly pulling them up lol

but yeah i agree that i think her outfit isn't overtly sexual. it's provocative sure?? the heels are mostly the thing that makes it not practical.

i think that there's a bit of an interesting push for more realistic depictions of women, and the horizon zero dawn reaction was insane to me, but entirely not unexpected. in another case, people were mad that ada's heels were removed in dead by daylight lol. EVEN THOUGH her flats were more practical, people wanted her heels anyways

i feel as though the shots that they used were also not so terrible in terms of male gaze-y. we also got ✨⛓the chain scene ⛓✨ for leon which was literally on the tiktok fyp for just horny video game scene that like SO MANY MEN JUST DID NOT GET.

but the singular ass shot of ada i think was, sure a bit much. but it wasn't so much that i was like, WOW THAT'S SO SEXUALIZING HER, cause i was also like oMGGGADA ADA ADA ADA ADA ADA so maybe im no better than a man lmao

but yeah! i mostly agree with you ty!

[mothxmoons]

One enthralling night

“I’d love that, to be honest.” You said, and you could almost see his eyes light up. Wesker grabbed your hand fully into his, cradling it softly, as he smiled gently towards you.

“I’ll pick you up tonight then, around eight o’ clock? If that works for you.” He said, eyes bright and warm, a small smile, hand holding yours so gently.

“Yes, I’ll see you then. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for us.” You agreed, nodding your head, your smile mirroring his.

Us. Your words would ring in his mind for the rest of the day.

You two went your separate ways and you immediately went out shopping for something to wear. Something nice but not too fancy but not too casual, the date was a surprise after all. You wanted to look nice but not pretentious and certainly not sloppy. Although, Wesker did come up to you while you were in your comfy clothes that you wear to class. But that’s for a later date should your relationship become that serious. You hoped it would be that serious.

But what would you tell Chris? You thought as you looked over the clothing. You really did like him, more than as just a friend but it never seemed to go anywhere. It felt weird to just drop your feelings for him for someone else but you couldn’t help it either. But for his captain? God, your friends back home would have a field day with this. You also didn’t want to make Wesker feel like he’s just a second option, you want him to know that you’re genuinely interested in him.

The clothing on your arm felt heavy as you sorted through your thoughts as best as you could while you shopped. You focused your mind on putting together a nice outfit for the evening, and hopefully slip past Chris when the time came. It was a nice not too simple, not too complicated outfit, in your favorite color that you loved to dress in, and something that matched your figure perfectly.

The drive home was nice, but your mind would still wander back to that moment in the cafe and on that night. What an enchanting night. Although you could only hope he felt the way you do, taking this slowly was nice as well. So you prepared to get ready for your date. You were in a daze as you walked into the apartment, not really noticing Chris sitting on the couch as you walked back to your room. It’s nice to have a bigger apartment even though you need a roommate.

Chris watched as you brought in a couple of bags from the stores you liked to buy clothes from, eyes zeroing in on your expression. When you came back out of your room, Chris waved you over and called out to you, your brain letting you know that he was home.

“What’s with the new clothes?”

[estrellamorningstar]

Cut Loose [Part 13]

Warning: Smut, NSFW, 18+

Summary: Celeste has to make a decision between The Mastermind or Carlos

Word Count: 2109

         Celeste finally makes it to the shower. Her mind is filled with so many thoughts she already knows she will have a hard time falling asleep. After the shower she lies down and waits for sleep to come, but just as she predicted it's not happening. She decides to go for a walk to clear her mind and to get rid of any residue of the adrenaline rush that Sunshine somehow didn't manage to wipe away completely. 

          The walk is pleasant. Celeste walks along her usual path, listening to the birds and enjoying the gentle warmth of the late morning sun. She tries to gather her thoughts together so they're not just a mix of Carlos and Wesker. She already knows that she's playing with fire when it comes to Wesker, but he has made her feel like she could achieve something. It certainly won't be exactly how she imagines it, but who in their right mind would say no to the most efficient Killer in the Trials? And that cursed kiss. He bought her with that kiss. 

          Her mind brings her back to Midwich; the disgusting wall and horrible noises, adrenaline rushing through her veins and the overwhelming presence of her teacher. She holds her breath as she remembers the force of the tentacle on her throat, her painful, desperate attempt to breathe as Wesker watched her come to terms with death right in front of her and then all of that fear washed away with one kiss, making her feel more alive than she has ever felt. Her train of thought gets interrupted by quick footsteps behind her.  

     ''Can we talk, please?'' Celeste turns towards the voice and sees Rebecca following her. She looks nervous, but from the few Trials Celeste has spent with her Celeste knows that she is someone that Killers don't take lightly. Celeste had witnessed Trickster get frustrated by Rebecca's escape antics, which was amusing, but cost Celeste her Trial because she couldn't stop watching. Celeste stops in her tracks and waits for Rebecca to catch up. 

     ''I'm just going to get to the point,'' Rebecca's expression is serious, but Celeste thinks that she looks so angelic that even being delivered the worst news in the world wouldn't hurt as much. Celeste knows that this is either about Carlos or Wesker. It seems like the whole house Carlos stays in have had something to do with each other in the past and they are always looking out for each other.

     ''Don't let Wesker manipulate you,'' Celeste's heart feels like it is being strangled, a small rage builds in her chest, why can't anybody leave her to make her own decisions? Rebecca notices the change in Celeste's posture and her features soften. ''There are six of us here who can tell you how demented he is.'' 

     ''I don't know what you're talking about.''

     ''Celeste... Whatever you think you will get out of this, you won't. Albert Wesker doesn't give people anything. He uses them to get what he needs and then he discards them,'' Celeste knows that what Rebecca's saying is true, but her tired mind goes back to the moment Wesker kissed her. She bites her lip as if trying to recreate the moment, his presence alone made her whole being addicted to him. ''People in power do not share power.'' 

     ''I'm here to get through the Trials, Rebecca. Whatever happens outside of the Trials is irrelevant,'' Celeste can hear her voice get high and defensive, her cheeks flush in frustration. 

     ''You will hurt everybody in the camp. When he starts asking you to throw Trials in favor of his little henchmen, what then?'' She pauses and watches Celeste with piercing eyes for a moment. The silence is deafening. ''I tried to talk to Carlos, but he isn't listening to me, he always sees good in people. You have to make a decision, Celeste, and there is only one correct answer.'' 

          ''What exactly am I choosing, Rebecca? I don't know what you think is going on, but all Wesker is doing is training me. I have not been doing well, I barely have Bloodpoints to get better gear with. I need all the help... any help I can get.'' 

     ''But at what cost?'' Rebecca dismisses Celeste with a wave of her hand and turns to walk away. She stops in her tracks and turns back to look at Celeste: ''Just do the right thing with Carlos, he's a good person, too good sometimes.'' 

Celeste leans against a tree and watches Rebecca leave. The moment Rebecca disappears out of sight she sits down and looks up at the sky. She had already made the decision to talk to Carlos after leaving the training session, but Rebecca is right, Carlos is a good person and sleeping with his enemy, figuratively speaking, is a shitty thing to do. 

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          After trying to come up with a speech in her head Celeste finally gives up and makes her way to the house Carlos stays in and slowly opens the door, hoping to make it to his room before anyone else notices, but just as she walks through the kitchen area she gets greeted by Leon, who's sitting at the counter, drinking something out of a ridiculously oversized mug. He nods at her hello, but remains as serious as always. She has never seen him smile apart from a polite smile every now and then, but she can imagine that a real smile on that man would break many hearts around the camp.

     ''Is Carlos in his room?'' Celeste asks as she approaches him. Leon shakes his head and pulls a bar seat out for her to sit on.

     ''He went somewhere with Jill, but they should be back soon,'' he stands up and pours a coffee for her which Celeste is awfully grateful for. 

     ''They're all going crazy over Wesker, you know?'' Leon watches Celeste in the same intense, interrogating way that Rebecca was doing, but she feels like he's just curious about how she's feeling and not how she will react to Wesker's name. ''They aren't able to let go of the past, but... it's not your past.''

     ''I joined this thing and nobody explained anything to me when I arrived. I'm just trying to get through it,'' Celeste confesses. She had promised herself to not be vulnerable in front of people, but lack of sleep removes all the filters she has been working hard on keeping up. Leon looks confused as she says that. 

     ''What do you mean you ''joined this thing''? It was your choice?'' 

     ''Well... yeah,'' she looks at him not quite sure why he's confused. 

     ''The rest of us are here against our will. Who brought you here?'' Leon looks more awake than he did when she saw him first, he even seems to have leaned in closer to her, as if trying to see if she's lying.

          Celeste thinks back to the Facebook click bait that she kept seeing over and over and eventually clicked on. It led her to a website that promised her a life of luxury if only she would make it through a year of an interactive simulation experiment. 

     ''The Fog... I think the company was called,'' Celeste remembers the name on top of each of the page she had to fill out. Leon's about to ask her something, but his eyes focus on something behind Celeste. His expression changes to a soft one, but then his eyes drop and Celeste can tell that his gritting his teeth. 

     ''Sorry, Celeste, I will talk to you later, '' he grabs his jacket off the seat next to him, Celeste turns her head to see who he was looking at. Ada and Jake have just entered the room. Leon walks past them without saying a word. Judging by Leon's body language Jake narrowly avoided getting a punch to the face, though Celeste is sure that if Jake had said a single word to him he wouldn't be so lucky. 

          Celeste wonders if Ada ever takes that red dress off, she hasn't seen her wearing anything else. Celeste smiles awkwardly at them. Ada seems to be annoyed about the way Leon left. They haven't been on good terms since Leon found out that Ada and Jake have been seeing each other behind his back. Although Celeste isn't quite sure what their relationship was like before that because since Celeste has known Ada she never struck her as the relationship type.

     '''Cielo,'' Celeste had been so caught up in Leon/Ada drama she didn't hear the door open. Carlos approaches Celeste and, before she can stop him, kisses her. Carlos looks at her questioningly when she doesn't return the kiss.

     ''Carlos, we need to talk,'' Celeste says softly when she notices Jill, Ada and Jake watching  them in deafening silence. Carlos nods at her, disappointment washing over his face. Celeste avoids making eye-contact with anybody and follows Carlos to his room. He motions for Celeste to sit down on the sofa and sits in front of her on the coffee table with crossed arms. 

     ''Did Rebecca speak to you?'' Carlos looks concerned. Celeste nods, but wonders what exactly Rebecca has told him, she did say to Celeste that Carlos never listens to her.

     ''She told me to be careful with Wesker. Everybody is telling me to be careful with Wesker,'' Carlos's jaw visibly clenches at the first mention of Wesker. ''I had a training session with him yesterday when you were in The Trial.'' 

     ''Training session? What... what are you talking about?'' 

     ''I met up with Wesker in the simulation,'' Celeste should have really prepared herself for this conversation, she is trying to pick her words carefully, ''He thinks my past is plain enough for me to learn to do the Trials well.'' 

     ''And you trust a Killer to teach you how to do it?'' The disbelief in Carlos's voice reflects in his eyes. ''Celeste, he's just toying with you. He will get bored of you once you're bent to his will and he gets bored of you.'' 

     ''I know what I'm getting myself into...''

     ''Do you though?''  Carlos hasn't raised his voice, but he seems to be in disbelief of what he's hearing. ''Wesker doesn't care for people he can't get something out of. Once he's done with you...''

     ''...he will discard me, yeah I heard that already.'' Celeste knows that he's right. But she is now realizing that she wants to find out by herself. ''I want to get through this, Carlos. Wesker is the key for me to get good fast. What's the worst that can happen?'' 

Carlos's expression changes to that of pure pity. He kneels in front of Celeste and places his hands on either side of her face. 

     ''I won't stop you, Cielo, but I'm here for you,'' the way Carlos is looking at Celeste makes her heart feel strangled in her chest. She was expecting him to get angry, to throw her out, she did not expect him to get soft with her. It makes it that much harder for her to muster the right words for what she's about to say.

     ''I think it's best if we don't see each other, Carlos,'' Celeste hears the words that come out of her mouth and hates how much it sounds like a teenage breakup, nonetheless, a tear forms in the corner of her eye. She's been holding tears back for a long time, but Rebecca was right, this man in front of her is good to a fault. ''What I mean is... I need to focus on The Trials, I don't have the energy for anything else right now.''

     ''Cielo...'' Carlos is searching her eyes for an answer, for an explanation, Celeste can tell that there's a debate going on behind those big brown eyes of his. ''I will be here when Wesker's done with you. Just... don't let him turn you cold... you're the only person around here who doesn't see the world for the shitshow that it really is. We need more people like you.'' 

          Carlos wipes a tear running from her cheek and stands up. They walk to the door and just before he opens the door he turns to Celeste. His hands envelop her face once more and he kisses her like he hadn't kissed her before. The words that got lost in Carlos's thoughts before are now expressed through the kiss. Celeste stands on her tip toes, indulging herself one last time. He lets go of her face and gives her an unconvincing smile: ''Something to remember me by, Cielo.'' 

[fonulyn]

3 fic questions:

1: Which fic took you the longest to write?

2: Which fic did you have the most fun writing?

3: Which fic was the "fine! I'll do it myself!" fic?

ohhhh these are so hard :'D but let's try!

...and I'm gonna apologize in advance because two and three are gonna have so many answers, but I've literally written over 200 RE fics so it's impossible for me to choose 😅 i'm sorry and bear with me.

only the courage to continue counts (Piers/Leon, re4 au, past!Krauser/Leon)

this one was easy lol. it took me a long long time mostly because it's 93k, which is like three times as long as my next longest fic. simply getting out that many words took a while! also, I almost gave up after chapter 4 because literally no one was reading it and I wondered if it's worth it to keep going. had a good cry about it, lol, and angsted about it for a bit. but re4 is my favorite (surprise!) so I decided it'd be worth it. and honestly? I think it was. it's a good fic. I'm happy with how it turned out. ...but i don't think i have another this long fic in me tbh, i just can't do it alone.

2. this is trickier because there's so many :'D first, the entire pinnacle of self-indulgence series because it's what I return to when I want something low-stress, no expectations, where I can just have them be as domestic as I want. it hasn't always been tons of fun, because sometimes i use it to vent other feels, but it means a lot to me.

smooth talking, Nivans, very smooth was also tons of fun, making Piers put his foot in his mouth repeatedly just because of how into Leon he is? :'D it still makes me grin lol.

also the other maybe-a-little-cracky-ones; maybe he's born with it (the is Leon a true blond??? fic), the prettiest agent with the prettiest hair (the Piers stress-braids Leon's hair fic), and how to accidentally get adopted - a guide by Piers Nivans (Piers accidentally keeps calling Chris "dad" and gets sorta adopted by him and Leon) - idk i guess I really enjoy writing stuff that's not exactly very serious :'D

i also had a shitton of fun writing three words to last forever, even if two of its three endings have major character death in them lol. but i've always wanted to do a choose-your-own-ending fic! so it was super fun! if i had the energy i would love to do another where you get to choose different paths, but they all lead to the same ending eventually.

others I had tons of fun writing include winter lovin' (there's snow one like you) where Piers and Leon vacation in Finland (yay!), you're feeding the fire within me where they get a dose of Rebecca's new Super-Viagra (a sex-pollen fic lol), driving deep into your heart which is a completely random au where Piers is a motorcycle racer :'D, carpe diem (seize the day) which is a smutty genderswap fic, and fall in love so easy where Leon learns he enjoys being called pet-names.

i'm just gonna stop now because otherwise I'm gonna end up listing twenty more. but honestly, like I said before, I've written 200+ RE fics so :'D this is hard lmao. I genuinely like most fics I've written. and I genuinely enjoyed writing most of them. I'm sorry this is such a non-answer :'D

3. this also has the potential to become a mess like question number two lmao. the vast majority of what I write is "fine! I'll do it myself!" fics. like, almost every single Piers/Leon fic I've written belongs in this category since, well, if I don't no one will :'D also a lot of my Krauser/Leon are things I wanted but didn't find (although I gotta give a shoutout to the pair in general, there are a lot of quality metaltango fics out there that I could never do).

aside from that, after scrolling through my fics, I realized most of the fics I wrote after not finding what I wanted to read are ...porn :'D lmao I often go look for something specific, don't find it, and have no choice but to do it myself!

as examples, I am the light that shall lead you to darkness (Wesker/Chris dubcon, I just wanted Chris to get nailed lmao), without hope, without fear (Jason/Leon monsterfucking, and I gotta say, I'm still bummed the pairing didn't take off at all it's got all kinds of potential goddamnit [also I keep wanting to write another of these two but ehhh] but i won't rant more here), on an all time high (Leon/Queen Plaga, I just... had a major need :'D), lost control (Leon/Lickers, what can I say, I had a major need lmaooo), kiss before the fall (Jake/Piers, this pairing deserves so much more love ok), ravishing (Chris/Jill, I just wanted Jill worshipped ok, and there's another similar one rattling in my brain but I haven't gotten to writing it, idk if i ever will).

so like. smut :'D apparently I have specific likes and have to cater to myself lmao.

OKAY BUT now I'll shut up for real. thank you for the ask! gave me a perfect excuse to reread my own fics lol. and I'm sorry for such non-answers :'D I just can't choose lol.