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sapphire-weapon · 1 year

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Things I didn’t notice until my 10th playthrough of the game:

Leon: You know, after the incident, the world changed. You try to save one person, a hundred others die. I guess I changed, too.

*Some hours later*...

Wesker: All you need to know is a new dawn is breaking. A hundred will give their lives so that just one may live. I am expediting that change.

I don’t know how I overlooked this for so fucking long, but now that I’ve noticed it -- holy shit does it seem very deliberate. Like, in the “this is setting up for something” kind of way.

Wesker is basically saying that he intends to bring the whole world into the reality that Leon’s already been living. And Leon’s saying that he’s changed and grown enough to be able to rise to the occasion.

And I really wish I had something more meta to say about it, but I don’t because Leon and Wesker never interact in canon. And in Remake, it seems like Leon has been kept almost completely in the dark about Wesker’s continued bullshit in the bioterrorism world all together.

You know, I always thought it was weird how, in OG, Leon straight-up calls Ada out for working with Wesker, but then... nothing comes of it. Ever. Chris just goes and blows up Wesker with a rocket launcher in the middle of a volcano, Leon gets trapped in Groundhog Day and develops a drinking problem, and that’s that. So it made sense to me that Remake changed it so that Leon has no idea who Ada’s working with this time around. The W-word is never said.

But then I look at this very obvious, very deliberate-seeming parallel, and it makes me tilt my head to the side and go “huh.”

And then I think about how Ada’s character motivation has changed between OG and RE4make and how she doesn’t go into Remake already planning on double-crossing Wesker -- but rather that it’s a shocking (even to herself) decision she makes at the very last second, so we actually have no idea what she’s going to do with the Amber this time around -- and I tilt my head to the opposite side and go “huh” even louder.

And then I think about how the top leaker in the RE world who leaked RE4make in the first place says that no, actually, a RE5make or CV Remake haven’t been greenlit, that’s not a thing (yet), we’ll see other RE titles long before we hear anything about another remake, and I start to feel like I’m going absolutely insane so I reach up to try to pull my tinfoil hat off and I can’t tell if I keep missing or if there’s actually not one on my head at all.

And I gotta wonder.

Is Capcom going to build off of the remake series? Is it secretly a reboot series? And will we finally get a game involving Leon and Wesker that takes place at some point between RE4 and RE5?

Is Capcom just going to straight-up change what RE5 actually was because they can’t salvage the horrible, horrible racism present in that game?

As someone who’s been analyzing game stories and literature for over 20 years, I just can’t look at that dialogue parallel and say that that’s not foreshadowing -- that it’s there for fun and no other reason.

It’s just

Huh.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #albert wesker #ada wong #meta analysis #i guess?#HELP ME OUT HERE GUYS I FEEL INSANE

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alfredsimp · 2 months

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I have no questions about the fact that Steve died. It was tragic, but good storyline. his death definitely made sense from the point of view of history, and was not prescribed only for the sake of "shock value" (Alexia had a direct motivation to do this: it was clear how angry Alexia was because of her brother's death, so revenge was expected). so we got a bold and good-tragic ending for a this wonderful character?

this would have been the case if Capcom hadn't said in Wesker's words that Steve would live, ahem.

many dismiss these words as that Wesker was just mocking Claire, he had no reason to resurrect Steve, so shouldn't take these words seriously. but this was clearly a Chekhov gun, they have no reason to prescribe: "maybe he will rise like me and even see your sister," if this is not what Capcom had in mind for the next games. we are talking about the moment where Wesker, who was pierced through by a Tyrant, stands in front of the protagonists alive and fatly hints that "maybe" Steve will also come to life ("maybe" is clearly superfluous here).

it's look like Steve's death was not supposed to be "final" for them, their story should have been planned to continue. just like they did with Ada. (we can see some parallels, yeah)

but they got away from it and we will never see such.

maybe Steve would become something like the Winter Soldier from Marvel for "The Organization"/Albert Wesker, who knows? would become something like was Jill in RE5?

anyway, Capcom "kinda forgot about this".

#resident evil #code veronica #steve burnside #claire redfield #albert wesker #cleve #burnfield #meta #my post

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callisto-writes · 10 months

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can have fluff? hurt/comfort maybe? also gay wesker supremacy

Hurt/Comfort with Wesker x Male!Reader Headcanons

notes: Thank you for the request! I love writing soft Wesker. This is focused around the scene in RE5's Lost In Nightmares, taking place during the fight with Wesker and the scene where Jill and Wesker go off the cliff. Reader is just as evil as Wesker.

You were there when Wesker killed Spencer. He had brought you with him because he wanted you to see him die. You watched proudly as he took his so called "father" down.

And then Chris and Jill came in. Ruining the tender moment you two were about to share.

You watched the fight from the sidelines, encouraging your boyfriend, ignoring the glares from Chris and Jill.

Chris and Jill hated you just as much as they hated Wesker. You had betrayed them in S.T.A.R.S., choosing to stay with Wesker over joining the BSAA.

You had an arm wrapped around Wesker's waist as he had Chris by the neck. You were ready to watch the man you once considered a friend finally die.

You heard Jill yell, and then a few seconds later you were falling. Then everything went black. Wesker was the only one that didn't get fully knocked unconscious from the fall.

Jill's body was wrapped around him, he quickly pushed her off to look for you. Your body wasn't too far away from Wesker and Jill. When he found you, he rushed over. "Darling!? Darling are you alright!?" For once, Wesker was afraid. He was afraid he had lost you.

He couldn't lose you, he had so much planned. He had tested you before, you were a prime candidate for the Uroboros virus. He was waiting until you were ready to infect you and witness you become a god just like him.

You had broken bones. Many broken bones. Wesker almost thought you wouldn't survive. He threw Jill over his shoulder, holding you in both his arms. "It'll be alright, darling. I'll fix you. I'll make everything better."

When you awoke, you felt different. Stronger. Powerful. Looking to your right, you saw your beloved Wesker. "...Al?" Wesker's head shot up. "Darling!" He pulled you into a strong hug, exhaling shakily.

"Oh darling I thought you were gone. You've been asleep for days. You barely survived the fall. If I hadn't infected you with Uroboros, you wouldn't have made it." You almost freaked out. You had Uroboros? And you weren't immediately dead?

"We can rule side by side now, my dear. The entire world will be ours. Nobody will stop us." He smirked. You playfully rolled your eyes, sitting up in the bed you were in. "Anything for you, Al."

You patted your lap. "Sit. You won't hurt me." Wesker nodded, climbing onto your lap. You pulled him into a kiss, your unshaven stubble scratching against his face. He didn't care, he was just happy to have you back, and ready to start planning for world domination.

Wesker basically clung to you for the next few weeks, never wanting to leave your side. He made the excuse of wanting to monitor your reactions to Uroboros, but you knew he was just scared something would happen to you.

You were fine with it though, because you loved him, and you knew he loved you.

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x male reader #request

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cosmcqt · 3 months

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i'll never smile again, until i smile at you

{pre re5! Jill Valentine x f! reader} + {platonic! Chris Redfield x f!reader}

TW: death, depression, mild violence

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“I don’t believe you” You said, shaking your head as your grip began to falter from the teapot within your grasp. The two men stayed silent, one of them, who you knew quite well, continued to stare at you with hurt, unable to give you a response in return to your disbelief. Shaking your head once more, “Chris what kind of sick joke is this?” You scoffed quickly, turning your back towards the two men in an attempt to hold yourself together. Any moment now, Jill would walk through that door, like she always did. You knew that because she promised you, every mission she went on, she always promised.

“I’m sorry” His deep voice echoed through your ears. As much as you’ve joked together in the past. Chris couldn’t find it himself to even crack a single one in this circumstance. You stayed silent, unable to even believe the news he just came to give you. Just a few weeks ago, you, him, and Jill were having drinks. Celebrating a joyful occasion, what were you celebrating? You couldn’t even think about the celebration that occurred that week after hearing the news your best friend just came to tell you. “What…?” you quietly asked, Chris was about to apologize once more until you quickly cut him off.

“You’re sorry? Is that what I heard? For fucks sake, YOU were with her!” You snapped, dropping the teapot from your clutch, only able to hear it clang on the wooden floor. Piers, the man with Chris who just couldn’t stay quiet. “Captain Redfield did the best he could, I understand what you're feeling but please don’t take it out on him” He said, attempting to lighten Chris’s burden in any way he could. They both watched you as you calmly picked up the teapot, seeing yourself in its shiny reflection, you stared at it for some time. You were seething. Seething with so much emotion you yourself couldn’t pinpoint what to feel at this exact time. You lost her, Jill. That's right, it was all coming together now. You were celebrating their small lead in finding Wesker, that's why you all were celebrating. That fact alone causes you to throw the teapot right towards Pier’s head.

Although the throw was fast enough for Chris to step in and catch it himself. Pier’s eyes widened, as he turned his head towards his captain, who shook his head and signaled him to leave the two of you alone. Piers almost declined the request, until he saw the way you held yourself, shakily as if you could fall at any moment. Understanding that you were no longer a threat to the two of them, he nodded his head and walked out of your kitchen.

Chris closed his eyes as he maintained his frame, not allowing himself to falter in any way in front of you as he made a promise to Jill to be there for you. The fight with Wesker kept playing in his head. Jill tackling Wesker for his sake, he squinted his eyes at the thought of remembering it all. “Chris, do you remember that day we went out for drinks?” Your weak tone brought him out of his thoughts.

Turning his gaze towards you, as you were propped by the counter with your gaze still to the floor. “I do remember” He responded, “We had finally found Wesker’s location” He smiled softly, remembering how rowdy the three of you were that day. So rowdy, you and Chris were plastered enough for Jill to draw on your faces while you both were knocked out. You barely managed a smile, but the little warmth you felt erupted in your chest from remembering that day. Tears streamed through your eyes, sliding your back down the kitchen counter, you held your face as you cried into the palms of your hands. Chris crouched next to you as he patted you back. He knew you weren’t mad at him, or would blame him. The three of you knew one another well enough to know what this field entailed, yet knowing Jill was the one to go before the two of you was too much to bear. The pain still remained no matter who you wanted to point fingers at.

“I proposed to her” you revealed, Chris’s eyes widened at the information as he stared at you in shock. “That day when we went out for drinks actually” You smiled sadly, remembering the way Jill rejected the thought as she believed you were too drunk to function. “I was planning on proposing someday, seeing her shine with pride that day, I couldn’t bear it. In my head, sober or not, I wanted to marry her” You sniffled, tears threatening to spill again.

“But she said no. '' Chris finished your sentence already, knowing what could’ve been going through Jill’s head at the time. It also tugged at his heart strings, knowing why. You nodded your head in confirmation “The way she looked at you, believe me, I saw it the first day we met in that dusty office back in raccoon city. She wanted to be yours someday too” He said with a soft smile, remembering how Jill was enamored by your presence the first time you two met. He felt like your guy's biggest wingman back then. In yours and Jill’s eyes, he was still your biggest wingman. “Thanks for saying that” the smile on your face began to fade, “I wish I could’ve heard it from her” You teared up again, this time Chris embraced you into a hug. His buff arms engulfed you in a warm hug, to which you knew was coming from his heart as he faltered in communication with the amount of missions he’s been on, turning him colder.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you enough how much I wished it was me. “ Chris said, you shook your head. “Don’t do that Chris” You said, pushing his hug enough for you to look into his eyes. “Don’t do that to yourself, Jill just did exactly what she knew you’d do for me or her.” You said, engulfing him into a hug, “You are equally important to us, as we are to you.” He hugged you back, almost squeezing you. Although you knew he was going through it just as much as you were. Silence filled the room as you two platonically embraced eachother.

“Please tell that guy I’m sorry” You sighed, as you remembered how you threw a teapot at Pier’s head. He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, he understands” Chris reassured as you sniffled and nodded.

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cosmcqt: pls have mercy idk i just wanted to write something with jill in it, hope u like it!

#jill valentine x reader #jill valentine #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #resident evil 5

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ellieswaifu · 2 years

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hey i just discovered you through your RE5 Jill story and omg it's so good. Could I request some more Jill x f!reader? Something taking place during the night of og RE3?

all i ever wanted.

summary. you tend to jill’s wounds and jill realizes she has some things left to say to you. ┆masterlist

content warnings. jill valentine x f!reader, ummm fluff, angst if u squint, friends to lovers trope, mentions of blood, pain, also jill is hot, also not proofread *thumbs up* :^)

word count. 2.2k+ !

a/n: i like writing jill fics hehe i rlly hope u like it anon :) spent a lot of time thinking about what to write but it’s finally here!

the steel of jill’s handgun rests cold and heavy in the palm of her hands. her fingertips smooth over the neat S.T.A.R.S engraving, carved into the side of the barrel. jill gripped her gun even tighter, longing for the past where things seemed better and easier, away from the constant death and horror she had seen. a sigh falls from her lips as she let eyes close shut, replaying the dreadful memory where her comrade, brad, died at the hand of that… monster. just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.

the sound of a chair sliding across the floor pulled her out of her thoughts immediately, opening her eyes to see you. you had managed to pull jill into the police department after she had tried fighting against that monstrous creature. and of course, jill didn’t come out unscathed. she was bleeding on her forehead, her arm and her abdomen, so you took the liberty to find as much material, herbs and bandages inside the building.

you glanced down at the gun in jill’s hand, reading the engraving quickly before she put it away into one of her holsters. you felt a sense of sorrow radiating from her and you couldn’t help but sigh. you weren’t a part of that team she was in. instead, you specialized in forensics at the raccoon city police department. but everyone knew about how elite and brave they were, a rescue team filled with so many talented soldiers, until one day, they were shut down. jill was suspended a short while after when she kept investigating umbrella against the chief’s orders.

and you were, without a doubt, attracted to her and her compassion and drive to help people. her undeniable anger towards the umbrella corporation and her determination to expose them intimidated you a bit, if you were being honest, but even then, it made you all the more attracted to her. she also always went to you whenever she needed help with something, always running tests for her in secret or answering confidential questions whenever she needed, and it wasn’t solely because you liked her, but she was a dear friend you cared about and you trusted her with every ounce of your being. you trusted jill to do good; you always believed that.

“we need to get going. find a way out of the city,” jill looks straight on ahead, staring at the walls of the police station, ignoring the pain in her body. “we can’t stay here.”

“slow down, supercop. you won’t be able to get anywhere with you bleeding out like this,” you told her with your medical supplies ready in the palm of your hands. “can you— fuck, lift your shirt.”

jill obeyed your orders, wincing in pain as she lifted the hem of her blue tube top up slightly, watching as you pulled yourself closer to inspect her wounds. it was bad. that’s what you expected. you knew it was going to be bad, but this… blood rushing down her side, skin torn, ripped.

“fuck, jill,” you say, taking a moment to stare at the gash on the side of her lower abdomen, near her hips.

“it’s not that—” she starts and all you can do is scoff as you reach for the gauze.

“don’t you even dare finish that sentence. the fuck you mean it’s not bad? you’re—“ you sigh, trying to keep your cool. “just… shut up and let me take care of you. try not to move.”

jill smiles at your words, hiding it from you as she turns her head away. this wasn’t the first time you patched her up and she’ll be damned if it was the last. but you were always so soft and delicate while you treated her wounds. she absolutely loved it when you took care of her.

and if jill wasn’t so badly hurt, maybe you’d be concentrating less, thinking about her skin on her toned abs right underneath the fabric. but there was no time for that right now. you needed to concentrate. you were lucky to find what you could. the police department itself wasn’t safe anymore along with the rest of the city. and with that monster just outside the walls doing god knows what, you prayed for both of your survival. jill made no room for protest as much as she wanted to. she wanted to keep moving, find a way to leave and escape this hell of a city as fast as she could to get the both of you to safety.

she observed you and your every movement, waiting silently as you pressed against her wound with the gauze. jill clenched her jaw. it hurt, no doubt, so she tried to distract herself by looking at you. she watched your hands closely, watching how they trembled slightly against her skin. you were nervous and scared, she could tell.

“are you okay?” jill asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“i’m fine,” you lie. you’ve never been more scared in your life. “besides, i think i’m the one that’s supposed to be asking that.”

“i’ll live... you don’t have to lie to me, (y/n). you can tell me anything,” she tells you, leaning in slightly to get a good look at your face. “you mean more to me than anyone else, you know that.”

you cheeks warm up at her words, “i know.”

there was dirt on your skin, small cuts on your cheek, your eyes looked tired with heavy eyelids, but you looked more alert than she’s ever seen you be. but you still looked beautiful to her. she wondered how you looked so pretty even with all the shit that’s been happening around you. you were so close to her and jill couldn’t help but stare. your lips looked plump and soft. your eyebrows furrowed in a way that made her heart race, watching the determination and focus was written all over your face. and your shirt hugged your body in all the right places, the right curves. she bit her lip. not even feeling an ounce of regret for staring so hard at you. it helped distract her from the pain anyways.

you were there with her when she was about to leave. you went to go find her before she left. even asked you to come with her a couple days ago. you were the only one at the station that believed her after the incident at the mansion. everyone else laughed at her stories before she got suspended. jill cared about you. like really cared about you. she never knew how to deal with her feelings. always felt like the wrong time, always felt like she had no time. she didn’t know if she could be the right person for you, but thinking about it, she wanted to be anyways, despite what her thoughts tell her.

you place a compressor down at the wound and it soaks up in a matter of seconds. you grab more, running them along her toned abs. fuck, you really need to focus. and jill doesn’t fail to notice your stare. it almost made her smile, if she wasn’t in so much pain right now. although, she’d doing a pretty good job holding her facade.

“did you ever change your mind about leaving with me?”

you bit your lip, holding in a small chuckle as you wrapped the bandages around her figure with your arms, leaning closer towards her. jill holds in a breath, feeling a tad nervous about how close you were to her body. now, it was her turn to focus.

“i don’t think i have much a of a choice now, do i?” you retort.

jill waits for a moment before speaking as you finish securing the bandages, neatly tucking it into the wrap. “i’m being serious. i wanted you to leave with me.”

you pause and stare at her face, “why?”

jill sighs and turns her head, scratching the back of her neck. if you didn’t know any better, you’d fail to notice that this was the way jill acted when she was nervous.

“i was waiting. we would’ve left earlier if you said yes.”

“are you seriously blaming me right now?” you smirked.

“no! no…” jill takes a deep breath and turns back to look at you. “i just… i’m not good at this, (y/n). i care about you a lot. i wanted to be able to protect you. and i knew something was going to happen. that’s mostly the reason why i stayed a little longer. to wait and see if you’d change your mind… and that…”

you wait, hands resting in your lap, as you stare at her. you must be dreaming right now, you think. because, it was beginning to sound like…

“i’m in love with you.”

a confession.

the way your lips part in awe almost has jill breaking a sweat. your eyebrows raised slightly as you continue to gaze at her. her cheeks warm up as she turns away to look at anything else but your face. it felt embarrassing and she began to think about how much of a bad idea it was. she felt that she wasn’t thinking clearly. that maybe, it must be because she lost some blood that she even began talking about this.

“i did.”

blue eyes met yours as jill turned and blinked, confused at what had just left your mouth, “what?”

“i did,” you repeat. “i changed my mind.”

jill does nothing but open her mouth to speak, but nothing ever comes out. she rubbed her clammy hands against the fabric of her skirt as she continued to stare at you silently.

“i thought about it for a while. the reason why i came to find you earlier… was because i wanted to leave with you. i should’ve called. i even packed my bags,” you say softly. “but then… all of this happened. aren’t we lucky?”

your thumb rubbed over the muscle of her arm delicately which drove jill insane, feeling the way your skin felt against hers. you looked away from her eyes nervously. you reached over to grab the bandages again, but jill grabbed your hand and held it softly, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“jill…” you start, lips quivering as you distracted yourself by watching the way she squeezed your hand. “what if we don’t make it?”

“hey, don’t think that,” jill shakes her head and shift in her seat to place her other hand against your cheek. “we will make it out. i promise, (y/n).”

she would do anything to protect you. anything. she’d sacrifice her life for you. she’d go anywhere you go. even when she was about to leave the city, she also planned to come back at some point, just to see you. she wished she had asked you to leave with her sooner. maybe the both of you would be able to avoid all this hell that way.

jill’s thumb smooths over the small cuts on your cheekbone, the skin warm against her palm. only now you noticed how close you two really were. your bodies, just centimeters apart from each other, you hand resting on her thigh. jill swallowed the lump in her throat and breathed in slowly, inching her face closer and closer to yours. you let your eyes close shut as jill leaned forward. she takes a moment to just stare again; how peaceful you looked with your eyes closed, the way your lips parted just for her, and she could feel your breath just on her lips lightly.

jill closes the gap and sighs into your lips, kissing you so gently, worried if she pulled away for just one second, you’d disappear. your lips are soft against hers and jill can’t help but moan lightly as you open your mouth to let her in. her tongue presses up against yours, tasting your mouth with a groan. she can feel your hands against her shoulders, then wrapping your arms around her neck and she pulls you close with her strong hands by the fabric of your shirt. it’s a sloppy kiss, but it was gentle.

when you pulled away slowly, jill traces your jaw with her fingertips, watching closely as you breathe a little heavier than before. your skin against hers makes her head spin and she wanted nothing more than to kiss you all over again.

“i’m in love with you, too,” you say finally, playing with the hair behind jill’s neck.

jill sighs and rest her head on your shoulder, nuzzling her nose slightly against your neck. she’s always wanted to hear you say those words. she’s dreamt of it. one thing she wishes is that this whole confession thing could’ve happened in a different setting. maybe one where she takes you out to dinner or something along those lines.

you feel jill’s hands fall to your waist, running them up and down only a little bit, just to feel you in her hands. after a moment, she breathes you in and smiles against your shoulder.

“thanks for for patching me up,” jill says as she glances down at her neatly wrapped bandages. “you’re always there when i need you. i’m glad your here with me.”

and when the you finish, both of you leave the station, hand in hand, prepared to protect each other and face all of the unexpected battles the night has yet to offer you.

a/n: ty for reading!! hope u enjoi :>

#confession timeeeee #jill valentine #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine imagine #resident evil 3 #re3 jill #imagines #resident evil #jill x reader #re3 #nemesis

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mishwanders · 11 months

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Chapter Thirty One [No.031]: This Is Our Life

Pairing: RE5 Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader

Summary: You're working hard in the garden when Wesker comes to find you.

Warnings: Disabled Smut, Minors DNI.

The Devil’s Teeth

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You were in the small greenhouse, tending to the needs of your new task. One of the Sonnentreppe flowers had made it out in your desperate escape, on your person no less. Considering what it had endured with you and Wesker, you decided to care for it, to bring it back to life. With that loving tender care, it began to create more in the short period of time that you had planted it, but you made sure to cull it, only wanting enough to fit into this small corner of home, only enough to keep on hand for research and their beauty.

As you tended to them, you heard the door slide open and you turned your attention to find Wesker entering in behind you. You give him a warm smile before returning to finish up your duties. Only then did you back away from the flowers, feeling him come up next to you.

You looked at him happily.

Things felt good. It was peaceful for once in your life.

“Do you think it’s enough?”

He chuckled, “ I think it’ll be enough to start with.”

“Will it really help though? With creating a vaccine, I mean.” You asked

He nodded.

“I still have the information on Jill’s antibodies. There’s a way for me to replicate the DNA structure of it with this.”

You nodded in response.

“Good.”

“Are you still sure you don’t want it?” He asked

“It’s taken a long time for me to finally accept myself as I am. Which doesn’t mean that I won’t, because eventually, I would like to.” You began, turning to face him. “But someone still needs to look out for you as we do this. I don’t mind being the one to protect you in the meantime.”

“You would put your own life on the line for me still, even after everything?” He asked

“Of course I would. The longer I keep you safe, the more time I get to spend with you.” You replied, snaking your arm around his waist. “The more time I get to spend with you, the more I get to love you.”

“Turning into a bit of a romantic?” He asked with a grin on his face.

“Only with you.” You chuckled

He leaned in closer to you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you, dearheart. I wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for you.”

“I know, but I’m happy you’re still here now.” You replied, “Want to head back inside? I’m done with the plants for the day.”

He nodded.

“I would like that a lot.”

You let go of his waist, walking beside him back inside, hearing the subtle click of his cane against the floor. You both made your way through the hall all the way to your shared room. You flipped on the lamp as Wesker made his way to the other end of the room, settling down on the edge of the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt, showing the straps across his chest and shoulders that were holding his prosthetic arm in place.

“Want some help?” You asked

He nodded and you walked over to him, undoing it before picking it up and setting it down gently on the dresser. You moved back over to him, watching as he continued to remove the rest of his shirt, his cane settled against the nightstand. You noticed how the golden head of the snake shined under the warm lamp light and a smile tugged at your lips. You were happy that he was getting more accustomed to using it rather than forcing himself to move through the pain alone. You turned your attention back to him and Wesker looked up at you from his position.

There was a gentle smile on his face, one of complacency in your presence. You could see all of the adoration he had for you, the weight of relief rolling off of his shoulders when you were with him.

You stood in between his legs and he rested his head against your body, allowing his arm to come around your leg and hold you close. One of your hands found their place at the base of his neck. You gently ran your fingers through his graying hair, the other hand grazing tenderly along the soft and scarred skin of his back. It was a nice and quiet moment for you both, one full of tender care as you held each other carefully like broken glass.

“Do you think you could love me for an eternity?” He asked

You smiled.

“Eternity isn’t long enough to contain all of the love I have for you, dearheart.”

He leaned back and looked into your eyes.

“Do you still mean that?”

You careened your head down forward, cocking it over to the side as your smile grew wider.

“More than ever.”

He let out a sigh of relief, as if all the worries in his life were fading away, as if he were the same man you first met all those years ago that was full of plans and ambitions, a hope for a better future for himself, for you.

You leaned down and kissed his lips gently, pulling back only enough so you could rest your forehead on his own.

“Let me take care of you.”

He smiled, chuckling at your forwardness, his blue eyes gleaming at you.

“I would like that.”

“Good.” You replied, a smile growing on your face. “Let me help you get these off and then lay back for me.”

You helped him get out of the rest of his clothes and onto the bed before removing your own and crawling over him. You pulled some of the pillows away and placed them around him where you knew he needed them, in an attempt to make him more comfortable, to prevent any more pain while he was in this position beneath you.

You sat back on his hips gently, looking down at him as he looked back up at you, his hand slid up your thigh, over every dip and curve along it, right up to your waist. You felt him squeeze you and you chuckled, leaning down over him, your face just inches apart as you gave him a mischievous grin.

“Feeling needy?”

He chuckled at you. “Don’t start that.”

“Mmm but I think I will.” You replied

You began to grind down against him, hearing his breath catch in his throat, letting out a subtle groan to the new pressure. He never took his eyes off of yours for even a second until you finally leaned down and kissed him, drinking him in like he were blood, like he were life itself.

His hand moved away from your waist and dragged slowly along your side, up your back, before finally wrapping around the back of your neck, holding you close, holding you in place against him. You hummed, a smile breaking out against his lips before he deepened this kiss even more, moving past your lips with his tongue, tasting you, consuming you.

Your urges pulled at you, the temptation to break the delicate surface of his skin still there, but your control was much better than it ever had been before. You wanted to prolong it, tease it out. So, you allowed your sharp teeth to graze against his tongue, his lips without breaking it. You read him let out a sigh of relief to the sensation, the dangerous temptation of it.

Once you’d released him from your teeth he pulled away, panting heavily as he looked up into your eyes.

“Sit on my face.” He demanded

You looked down at him with your head cocked to the side, a grin on your face.

“I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you,” you reminded him.

“Please, dearheart?”

Well, if he was asking so nicely -

“Alright, alright.” You replied with a chuckle, leaving him with one last kiss before you proceeded to climb up over him, straddling his face, and allowing him to have a mouthful of you.

His mouth was warm and inviting, tongue dancing along you slowly, making you feel nothing but soft and deliberate pleasure. Your shoulders drop, your eyes shut as a sigh of relief leaving you as the tension began to slowly melt away.

You leaned forward, gripping onto the bed frame, entangling your hand in his hair, while gasped moans escaped your throat. With every movement and every touch he made on your skin fueled you with a need for more of it. You began to grind your hips into his mouth, as if your body was making a desperate plea for more.

You opened your eyes once to look down at him below you and you could see he was looking back up at you, watching you come undone for him from above. You could see his eyes squinting as if he were smiling before he began to pick up the speed, his tongue dragging along you roughly now, coercing more of a reaction out of you, watching you crumble to pieces on his lips.

“Wes - Fuck~” you hissed

God was he merciless.

You continued to allow him to draw you closer and closer to your orgasm, panting like a wild animal, moaning out his name like a loud prayer, shouting at a god who you knew would never show you any form of mercy.

Before you would have been scared of losing control over a man who held lesser power than you, scared that you would break him.

But you had all of the control, you were self-assured that you wouldn’t hurt him.

Regardless, you allowed him to get you to the edge and quickly pulled away from his lips and sat back on his broad chest, your breathing coming out ragged and strained. He licked his lips, a mischievous look in his eyes as if he had gotten what he wanted.

Cheeky bastard.

“Again, I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you.” You stated, breathlessly.

“I just can’t help myself around you.”

You raised your eyebrow up at him, getting the inkling of an idea as he spoke. You moved again, settling over his hips once again, running your hand down his arm, sneakily moving it towards his hand.

“I know you can’t. Which is why I need to teach you a lesson.”

You pulled his hand up and pinned it above his head before proceeding to dive down into the crook of his neck, attacking him with kisses and hickies, leaving behind subtle rosy marks all along his skin.

“That’s not fair.” He laughed, his hand squeezing yours.

“It’s more than fair.” You teased, tightening your grip and dragging your lips down his body even more.

You felt him raise his hips into yours, grinding against you, trying to desperately release some of the tension he was feeling. You moved your lips away from his body and looked into his eyes once again.

“Tell me how much you want me.”

He stared up at you, a grin plastered across his face, the true dedicated honesty was evident in every word he spoke next.

“I want you, entirely, wholly. You are irrevocably mine. I need you more than you could ever know.”

That was it - you couldn’t stop yourself now. You delved back down, your lips connecting with his once again, your tongue breaking past the barrier of it and into his mouth, as you began to grind your hips harder against him, feeling how hard he was beneath you, the groans that left him in the slight relief of being in contact with your body like this.

You loved having him like this, feeling his body against yours through every delicate or rough touch. You craved him as much as he craved you, you were both lost within each other, searching for an anchor to hold on, a place to take hold in the midst of every raging emotion that was spurring within you.

You left his lips and reached over him to the drawer, fumbling about to find that special bottle of lube he’d concocted and applying it to you both. You grinded against him some more, feeling yourself grow more sensitive as you continued, dragging out the tension until he was begging for some relief through gritted teeth.

“Please. I need you. Now.” He begged, breathlessly.

You smiled, quickly moving to hover over him. You couldn’t help it, he looked and sounded so god damn good like this.

You hand around his cock, lubing it up once more, positioning it against you as you slowly took him in. You felt his hand grip tightly onto your thigh, the air seething out of him as you took him entirely. You gave yourself a second to adjust before you finally began to rock your hips, slowly and he was already incredibly vocal as his head rolled back, eyes closed shut.

The moans spilled out of him like waves past his lips, your name floating along the river of desperation and need that was pouring out of him. You began to pick up the pace, feeling spurred on to coerce more from him. Your urges were pulled to the front and you found yourself indulging in every sensation, in every sound, in every touch. He felt so fucking good, stretching you out in the way you loved, your own voice just as desperate for more of him, for more pleasure. You were enjoying every second of having him under you like this, making him feel loved and cared for in so many different ways.

You noticed Wesker open his eyes again, placing his hand behind his head, letting you have full control of him. His eyes connected with yours, unwavering from yours. They conveyed so many emotions that he was feeling, so many you had seen time and time again, but you could never get enough of. As much as you enjoyed having him below, you knew he was enjoying the view of you on top of him and he didn’t want to miss another moment of it.

“You look so good like this.” He’d praise

He knew how to keep you on every lingering glance, on every word he spoke, pulling you along because you were his and he was yours.

You weren’t immune to the power he still held over you - no longer by infection but by something entirely different. It was emotional and it felt deeper than anything the virus could have ever given you. His words spurred you on more, and you leaned back down to kiss him.You held onto his forearm as if he were a lifeline through the haze, through everything you had experienced up until this point, through all the pain, the hardships, the sadness, through everything it had taken to just survive. He pulled you through it all and you felt the bloody wave of overwhelming emotions slam into you, encompassing you.

He was your lifeline and you were his.

A connection that would never die out, a line that could never be cut, not even by death.

You felt everything rising within you, the urges pulling at you even more than they had been, the need to take a bite, the need to consume him. He recognized it and turned his head to the side, giving you perfect access.

“Are you sure?” You asked breathlessly

“I can take it.” He replied

You dipped your head down into the crook of his neck and gently kissed him once more before pricking the surface, allowing your teeth to sink deeper and deeper into him, spilling his blood in your mouth, tasting every sweet morsel of it on your tongue. He groaned through the pleasure filled pain and you felt it on your lips. You drank him in as if he were the ambrosia of the dead, as if it were the first time you tasted him. He was sweet, it was metallic, every last drop of it molded to perfection as it filled you with life and lust. He felt and tasted like heaven to you. He was everything you had dreamed of and more.

The wave of pleasure hit you in the midst of it and you released him from your teeth, your moans spilling out as your body shook violently against him. You heard a moan leave him as well, the heat within you filling you up as he came with you.

You collapsed over him, being careful not to hurt him in the process. The both of you laid there with your foreheads pressed together, catching your breath in the aftermath of it all, peering into each other's eyes with all of the love and adoration for one another.

You slowly licked your lips, tasting the last drops of blood that danced on your tongue. He looked at you with a smile on his face, his blue eyes shining with pure, unadulterated happiness.

“I told you I’m not afraid of the Devil’s teeth.”

Chapter Thirty: Afterlife

Regards from the Author

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unnerving-presence · 11 months

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I love seeing your analysis posts on wesker! We share mostly the same hcs!! What's your opinion on the fact the wesker children were made to seek out spencer and if they didn't they'd have discomfort or anxiety? I remember when I first heard that it made me just sit back and be like "wow. The wesker children are literally grooming victims" . Not in a sexual way but like yk they were literally groomed to be weapons and servants of spencer... just. Wow.

thank you so much! i love making them because i finally get to unleash all my thoughts into one big post and they make me so happy 😭

i honestly think it’s really sad. wesker was made to believe his whole life that he was something greater and something important. sure, he really was since he was the greatest bioweapon ever made. but it’s the fact that it’s spencer that made him believe that. the man that took him from his family and did numerous experiments on him. spencer saw him as a means to further his plans, nothing more.

spencer even favors alex over wesker as well, saying that she’s the only one he trusts and does what he says.

it’s also kind of why i really like the scene where spencer straight up tells him his plans and why wesker was made the way he was. wesker doesn’t know how to feel. that first emotion he feels is anger, but you can also see some confusion, sadness, frustration. his whole life he’s been raised to think he’s more.

when he’s told straight to his face by his creator that he was a subject used for his plans and that he was the one that was going to be a god really pushes him over the edge. wesker’s whole life he’s been told that he’s more than what he really is. his whole life he wants to seek spencer out because it’s practically in his nature.

what’s worse about that scene is that wesker already knows (he gets all the data of umbrella in uc btw so he likely looked up shit about himself). he knows that spencer was using him and that he was a mere subject to him. it’s the fact that he’s now hearing it himself that gives him that motivation to kill spencer which is probably one of the reasons he didn’t instantly kill him. he needed to hear himself from his own creator what he really was, even if he already knew.

obviously all the wesker children went through this but albert definitely got the worst of it considering he’s 1 of 2 who actually lived through the experiments.

you can really see that wesker still isn’t over what spencer said either. in re5 there’s two separate scenes where he has flashbacks to when he killed spencer. the second scene of this happening is really intriguing though. the whole scene plays out and in the end it’s like he’s telling himself that he has the right to be a god. like he’s trying to prove himself that he doesn’t need spencer to do great things for himself. he can try and hide it all he wants, but it’s clearly still something in his head and something that’s conflicting for him.

srry for the long rant i could go on for so much longer but i don’t wanna make this post any longer 😭 if you couldn’t tell i like to over-analyze my pookie bear

#wesker’s backstory so sad i wanna hold him

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rallamajoop · 24 days

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1. Have you seen the re6 promo campaign, the butcher shop one? I think it was in London. There are some photos, and while I think it's kinda cool to get any sort of creative campaign to promote a video game, I felt majorly grossed out by it. Which was likely the intent lol, but I also felt it was pretty misleading? Like, it implied that there was cannibalism involved in the plot. 2. Would you ever like to get another resident evil co-op game? And if so, what would you like it to be - the characters, the plot, the time line, etc.

So, I don't know if I've managed to be too subtle about the fact I think RE + co-op was always a terrible idea the last, er, every time I've ever mentioned it, but, well, I think RE + co-op is a terrible idea. I have never even played an RE co-op game (I'm very open about the fact my opinions on RE5&6 come entirely from watching cutscene compilations and let's plays) and the fact they are co-op is among the reasons I don't want to play them. I'm just not interested in co-op experiences, they're too contrary to what I'm generally looking for in games.

It's questionable whether horror + co-op + narrative is ever a good mix. It's hard to do atmosphere with multiple different players alternately screaming, laughing and ribbing each other, and co-op is too good at generating its own narratives via player interactions to gel with a strong narrative horror experience. I've heard of online multiplayer games working in horror settings ‒ scenarios where you're basically playing as the ubiquitous team of cannon fodder from every other horror film, whose job is mostly to get picked off one by one. But I honestly can't think of a single example of a co-op game with a strong narrative where the co-op is more than an awkwardly tacked-on gimmick. I mean, by all means, send me counter-examples here if you know of any, but the best I've got is, "well, I hear the Portal 2 co-op campaign was actually pretty good, but me and my sister couldn't get it working even back when we were still living together, so we never actually played it."

This is not to say that narrative + co-op is necessarily an unworkable combination. The one genuinely interesting thing I've ever heard of being done in a co-op/horror experience is that one sequence in Dead Space 3 which one player character spends hallucinating, so the two players are seeing very different things. And I'm sure there's way more that could be done with asymmetric gameplay experiences, not just in the sense of giving characters different weapons (or whatever else you're all about to tell me they totally did in that one RE Revelations game), but actively splitting them up, letting decisions made by one player affect the experiences of the other, building trust issues directly into the narrative ‒ you can't tell me there aren't possibilities there.

But the trouble with all those kinds of ideas is that they depend on someone building co-op in as a core part of the whole design, rather than an optional extra, and the audience for an experience that needs exactly two people to work (rather than one person, who can play without having to synchronise with anyone else's schedule, or a variable group of however many of your friends are free today for online multiplayer) doesn't easily justify the amount of extra work that'd require. Add in all the extra issues with local vs remote co-op, and whether the whole conceit falls apart if your two players talk to each other about bits the other guy isn't meant to have seen, and you can see why games like this don't get made. And even if they did, I don't know why you'd try to retrofit that many new ideas into a Resident Evil game, other than for cheap name recognition. I mean, you might as well try to sell me a Final Fantasy as a single player action game [insert sad laughter here].

As for the RE6 promo campaign, no I hadn't heard of it, and now that I've looked it up, my thoughts are, "oh, a pop-up butcher selling cuts of meat constructed to look like human body parts? Yeah, sure, that seems pretty on-brand." A few fake body parts are not going to seriously gross me out (what made RE6 genuinely unpleasant for me was a mix of misery porn, toxic masculinity, and the random injection of bouncing-titty-monsters in the middle of yet more misery porn). Nothing really misleading about it either: RE has zombies, and zombies eat people. It's a publicity stunt, not a game trailer ‒ it's only there to get your attention in the broadest way they can come up with to grab some headlines (but if you wanna talk about real misleading advertising in game advertisements, that's a rabbit hole that probably goes all the way to China). But I'm guessing they probably weren't even really selling that shit, so you can always feel misled on that front if you like.

#asks #Resident Evil #Resident Evil 5 #Resident Evil 6

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