God Complex (Albert Wesker X Reader)

God complex (Albert Wesker x reader)

Request: May I request headcanons for Albert Wesker if he had a s/o who was a doctor or a psychiatrist. Thanks!

Warning: mental disorder (God complex)

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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When you started to study psychology, humans and social sciences, you were curious about people's minds, how some illnesses could appear and how you could treat them. 

When you met Albert, he had already developed his God Complex and after several weeks of being around him, you finally figured him out. This man was definitely not normal. That's what made you want to get closer to him to understand why and how. Your curiosity, again! And yet, you knew it was wrong because your profession strictly forbade you to diagnose people who didn't want to be diagnosed if they didn't consent (or if they weren't a murderer, for example).

Surprisingly, you were the first to initiate a date with Wesker. You pretended wanting to have a coffee somewhere other than the labs and he came with you, after telling him you had to talk about the behavior of some of the employees. This wasn’t true, but he agreed.

As the weeks went by and you tried to find out more about him, you grew closer and closer to the point you developed a strong attraction to him. 

One night, while you were at home, after having sex, he discovered the notebook you kept about him. In a fit of rage, when you came out of your bathroom, wearing only a towel, he slammed you against the wall, his hand on your throat.

"Who do you think you are to invade my privacy?! Do you think I'm completely crazy?!"

"No, you're intriguing. But right now, you're a lot less so. Killing me won't do any good to you. It won't help you feel better about your life." 

He growled, furious. His red snake eyes glowed in the darkness of your room.

"Who told you I was bad, mmh?"

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're about to strangle me!"

Without a warning, he released you, retrieved his clothes and left your room.

For a week he ignored you and refused to talk to you, just as you refused to see him. After eight days, he came back to you, on the occasion of a celebration. Of course, he didn't apologize, because Albert Wesker never apologize, but he made it clear he understood that he acted like an asshole.

In the following weeks you slept together many times and unfortunately for Albert and his ego, he became attached to you. So much that he asked you to be his girlfriend, to make sure you wouldn't go to anyone else. He wanted exclusivity over you because he’s a possessive man.

Over the months, in a quiet relationship, he ends up opening up to you, talking about his horrible childhood, his life choices, why and how. You eventually realized that no one could help Albert, as he had been shaped in one way for so long. He would remain manipulative, lying, possessive, toxic, determined to shape the world in his image. The trap of your passion for psychology was slowly closing on you, because as long as Albert wanted you, you wouldn’t escape him. Never.

Finally, Wesker would manipulate you into believing that he was gradually healing because of you... To better keep you with him.

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Could you write a S.T.A.R.S. Wesker X reader (headcanons or OS) in which the reader is French, please?

(No "oui oui baguette" or crap like that, please 😭)

Absolutely no oui oui baguette dw😭

Warnings: none

Wesker with a s/o who is French

Wesker can understand and appreciate the effort that goes into learning and speaking multiple languages, he himself most likely learned multiple during his education under Umbrella

In fact, this includes French

He makes the effort to talk to you in your mother language on occasion, it helps him keep up with and practice his knowledge. He won't do it around the rest of the team though, that would be rude

He'll also personally shut down any potential mocking from the team, he tells them to learn another language themselves before making stupid jokes

He's never going to admit it, but if you have an accent, he loves it. He could listen to you talk in French for hours upon hours

From a business perspective, it's also highly useful for undercover missions. The two of you could easily pose as some rich couple from France

If you wish to visit your home country and you both have the time off of work to do so, he'll happily fund your trip. He enjoys spoiling you, and he has to admit he'd enjoy seeing the places and experiencing the culture of where you grew up

Plus, this far from his team or anyone he knows (aka Umbrella), he feels less pressured to keep up his stoic persona. Enjoy your increasingly affectionate Wesker, it's a rare treat

RE boys x reader (endometriosis headcanons)

Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader - Chris Redfield x reader - Carlos Oliveira x reader - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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LEON S. KENNEDY

- Leon would found out after three months of dating, when you would refuse to go to a restaurant with him.

- you would lay in bed curled up against yourself and refuse to move.

- "why don't you just take some medicine? The pain will go away in 30 minutes."

- at that moment, you would have no choice but to tell him about your illness, the symptoms and the impact on your private and professional life

- Leon would be hella confused but he would understand and accept it, before trying to do his maximum for you at each crisis

- But Leon is also an awkward person, he's uncomfortable with people in pain, so he would avoid you as best as he could

- The only thing he would feel comfortable with is food, he would bring you everything you need, before pretending to go to work

- He would panic from time to time and wouldn't hesitate to take you to the hospital, if the pain is very bad

- He would secretly buy books about endometriosis and consult a lot of websites, in order to avoid any surprises

- "Does it hurt when we have sex? Why didn't you tell me? Fuck..." he would start to panic, pacing in front of you, hands in his hair, ready to rip it out. Honestly, it would be as funny as it would be adorable.

"Leon, pain during sex isn't for everyone. Take a deep breath, okay?"

"Huh? Ohhhh! Okay, that makes me feel better."

- He'd kiss your forehead and go grab a beer to relax because that's how Kennedy relaxes when he's stressed

CHRIS REDFIELD

- If he was still in his twenties, he would have asked you to stop acting like you just got shot, but the years have softened him and the experiences have made him more compassionate. (Did you know that Chris was a fighter even as a member of S.T.A.R.S.?)

- He would know this from the beginning of your relationship and would be very patient and gentle.

- Like Leon, he would read everything he could find about endometriosis to know how to manage your attacks and relieve your symptoms

- He would give you lots of hugs, kisses and the best massages possible

- He would ask Claire and Jill for advice on a regular basis

- He would buy you relief food, the best painkillers and make sure you see the best doctors

- Chris would cook your favorite meals during every crisis, because the guy has cooking skills, since he raised Claire (and he had to handle a lot of things after his parents died) and would agree to watch your favorite movies, even the ones he hate so much.

- "Is this going to stop us from having a family?" he'd ask after a year of dating. Chris is father material and would love to start a family, despite all the risks involved. This would also be his way of asking you if you would wanna start a family with him.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

- Carlos would be panicked. Really panicked. He'd be gnawing on his fingers until they were a a little bit bloody.

- He would ask you all the time what you need, what he can do for you and he would do it immediately.

- Like Chris, he knows how to cook and will use his skills to charm your taste buds to make you forget all your symptoms, especially the pain.

- Carlos would find THE solution: to make you laugh, to entertain you. It would start by doing a little dance, salsa while cooking, with a very kitschy apron.

- He would start singing with a sugar baby Russian accent in the most hilarious way (A/N: I have nothing against Russians, I just needed an example 💜) because he's very good at imitating accents

- He'd go so far as to twerk on you, when your pain would be less severe

- When you're better, he would take you to the spa so your body can relax and you can spend romantic moments together (he's a sentimental guy but he'll never say it out loud)

ALBERT WESKER

- You would have hidden your illness from him since you know he doesn't want a weak human, also because you knew how lucky you were that he considers you almost his equal

- The way he would find out? Albert would start planning to bring an heir into the world, without even telling you. First, he'd swap your birth control pill for a placebo without you even realizing it. Your symptoms would get stronger and you wouldn't know why for months, but you'd keep hiding it from him. For a few months, he would keep having sex with you, mostly based on your menstrual cycle. The fact that you didn't get pregnant would raise questions.

- He would start making more and more researches about your health, including your fertility. As an extremely intelligent and scientific man, he would quickly guess that you have endometriosis.

- At first, he would hesitate to break up with you, since you can't give him an heir.

- He would come around to the realization that he's really in love with you and would confront you about it before trying to reassure you, but... He's Wesker, not Chris.

- He would try to develop a treatment, even though it's not his field of research, and inject products into your body to make you hyper fertile. Then he would market his new products on the black market.

- Albert isn't the most understanding person, but he would make sure you that you take your treatments, eat properly and stay hydrated. He would also give you some massages.

- You would have by your side the best specialists because you are precious to him. After all, you are the Goddess of the next world.

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Disorder - Albert Wesker x reader

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none (maybe just some angst)

Request: "May I ask for an imagine where Wesker has an s/o with Borderline Personality Disorder and sometimes feels like a burden because of it? Thank you very much in advance~"

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

In order to write this imagine, I had to do some research. I sincerely hope I didn't make a mistake or something that would offend someone. If I did, I apologize.

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Albert loves people like him, that is to say, with perfect physical and mental health. Yes, he doesn't consider his God complex to be a mental health disorder... This means that, in order to be in a relationship with you, you must have hidden your Borderline Personality Disorder...

When Wesker finds out, it's because he suspects something, such as your mood swings, sarcastic answers, or the occasional (intense) outbursts you've had, whether it's about your work or your relationships with others. When it comes to him, you've always held it together as best you could. You have also expressed the fear of losing him on several occasions, especially when Excella or female scientists have been close to him. Much too close for your taste.

Not being an expert on such disorders, he did some research, but being unsure, he wouldn’t say a word about it. However, he won’t stop wondering... Does he want a normal person with weaknesses? Won't you ruin his plans to become the God of HIS world? Your mood swings, your tantrums could put him in danger...

And for this, he put distances between you for two weeks, without breaking up with you. At that time, your fear of abandonment and rejection increased, so much so that you couldn't sleep or eat. Every time you imagined he was about to leave you, your heart would clench and your stomach would twist. Tears rolled down your cheeks. You tried to fight it, you knew it was that damn disorder, but... it was so painful.

Then you realized that you had been idealizing him all along. Albert wasn't perfect. Albert was a cruel, selfish, manipulative man. All of this brought out a lot of anger in you. One night, as you tried to calm your tears, you punched your pillow repeatedly, imagining it was his face, until you were out of breath.

"Fuck you, Al! Why do I love you, huh? Why? Maybe it's me who should leave you, not the other way around!"

You felt that he didn't deserve you, you who were so devoted to him, who loved him so much, when he didn't give you any attention anymore.

Lying on your bed, your eyes fixed on your immaculate ceiling, you tried to think clearly, to put things into perspective. It was a battle against yourself and it was so complicated... but when your crisis dissipated, you sighed.

At least you hadn't yelled at him or called him names. With the years and your treatment, the crises were less complicated, the disease was easier to deal with than in your teen years.

To take your mind off it, while you were feeling ashamed of your own reactions, you decided to cook something to eat, something that made you happy.

While the food was cooking, you selected a novel that you loved to read to take your mind off it. Gradually, the storm of emotions and dark thoughts had dissipated and calmness had set in.

*

"What would William have done?"

It was a question Wesker often asked himself. Birkin was a calmer person than he was, more capable of love and affection, even though a few months before his death, his marriage to Annette had become complicated.

As he left his laboratory, free of all bacteria and his famous white coat, the man walked toward your apartment, still procrastinating. His heart refused to let you go, even though you weren't as perfect as he was.

"Anyway, no one will be..." he breathed in the elevator.

Even poor William Birkin had been stupid enough to inject himself with the G-virus.

When the doors opened on the top floor of the immense tower which gave an incredible panorama of the city, several kilometers away from his position, he went through the corridors to plant himself in front of the door of the apartment. He took a deep breath. He waited a few seconds, then took out his keys, opened the door and closed it behind him. When he ventured into the apartment, he found you asleep on the couch, a book on your stomach, an empty plate on the coffee table. You seemed to have fallen asleep a little unexpectedly. When he looked at your face, it looked swollen, especially your eyes, as if you had been crying.

Without trying to understand, he picked you up like a bride and brought you back to your room. Gently, he laid you on the bed. Immediately, he turned his back to you to undress.

At the same time, you opened your eyes and contemplated his muscular back, on which beauty spots were dancing. In spite of your tiredness and your creased eyes, you smiled.

This was the first time he had come to sleep with you in two weeks... for some time now, he had been spending his nights at the labs or in his own apartment... that meant he still loved you, right?

"Al...?"

Slowly, he turned around, his sunglasses on his nose. The moonlight that filtered into the room illuminated his toned torso, that of a God. He came to sit on the edge of the bed and one of his hands traced the contours of your face, from your swollen eyes to your slightly cracked and puffy lips.

"You've been crying, dearheart."

You didn't dare respond to that statement. You swallow hard. How to explain it to him?

"I know it's not easy for you right now... But I'm not going to abandon you, okay?"

A thin smile stretched your lips. Your heart skipped a beat. His snake-like eyes scanned you before he placed a warm kiss on your forehead. Even though he wasn't good at reassuring others, because before he met you, he rarely needed to do so, he was trying.

"I will try to help you, as best I can, but communication is important between us. Whenever something is bothering you, I want you to tell me about it."

You nodded and ran your hands through his blond hair, still sticky from the gel he put in it every morning.

"I'll do my best," you replied, before kissing him.

He responded to the kiss with tenderness, then pulled away from you.

"I'm going to take a shower. Will you join me afterwards for a bath?"

How could you refuse?

From that day on, you and Albert made a rule: tell each other everything every night. Absolutely everything. It was easier for him to reassure you, to make sure you would be okay and to help you through the occasional crisis, but also with your usual symptoms.

Albert would also consider finding a way to cure you permanently from this disorder, especially with the help of a virus. From experience, he knew that anything was possible and he wouldn't give up. He wanted you to be healthy and happy.

I'm back!

Hello !

Once again, I'm back and I'm going to publish the requests I received! I'm sorry for my absence and the delay, once again💜

These last few months have been very complicated for me, between the university which gave me a lot of work and the internship I did (which didn't go too well from my point of view) and the anxiety-depression I was diagnosed with... All this on top of my work for my self-published novels which allow me to generate some income (and all the promotion around it) as well as the book covers I'm creating for clients as a freelancer, even if I'm still broke lmao. In short, it wasn't great. So, it's true that I didn't have the time and the strength to write the requests... I'm really sorry about that.

But, I made up for it! I will post the requests this week 😉

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Hey I was wondering if you could do Albert Wesker x Sick reader. Tysm for reading <33

Hey! Sorry for taking so long to answer... Do you have something specific in mind? And were you thinking about something like the flu or something more serious? :)