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Migraines (Albert Wesker x reader)

Pairing: Albert Wesker X reader

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for 11 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. :)

(And I wrote this on my phone, being tired... I'm sorry aha)

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- You always suffered from ocular migraines... Or almost, at least since you were 11. It could happen at any time of the day for any reason: screen use, tiredness, bright light. The kind of ocular migraines that could make you vomit and feel dizzy. The only solution? Take medication, sleep in the dark, quietly.

- When you started dating Wesker, you knew he wanted to be with someone strong, at least mentally if not physically. For the first few months, you did everything you could to hide your ocular migraines from him and it worked. If you had one, you managed to keep it to yourself and you went to sleep. If you didn't answer the phone or texts for hours, you pretended you were swamped with work.

- Wesker found out one day. You'd been answering your messages only briefly for the past three days and seemed busier than usual. Since he had spare keys to your apartment, it didn't take him long to get to your home...

Your head hurt so much. It was throbbing. The pain spread from the top of your eye to the rest of your skull. Your stomach couldn't take it and you spilled the contents of your stomach into your toilet, flushed it, washed your hands and your mouth, then laid in bed. The shutters were down, at only 6pm, while it was still light. You had swallowed your second painkiller of the day, one that your doctor had given you, stronger than the basic medication. But even with this, it wasn't enough. You could have thought it was a brain tumor or some other disease, but all the medical tests showed you were perfectly healthy, except for the fact you had developed eye sensitivity and a loosening of those muscles.

You dreamed of banging your head against a wall, it was so horrible, so painful. You had been in bed all day. Every movement, even in bed, was torture.

Torture.

Nothing else.

And with every movement, tears threatened to escape from your eyes. Grimaces distorted the soft features of your face. Faint whimpers passed the barrier of your lips. You were so focused on your pain that you heard nothing. Nothing at all. Not even the click of the lock on your front door being unlocked, or the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend's and his expensive shoes.

Wesker wasn't the type to worry. No, far from it. He rarely felt pity. But if there was one thing he hated, it was the very few people who mattered to him being picked on by someone or something. There was William, his best friend, who had died. His niece Sherry, whom life had taken away from him, having become too different. Alex, too, the only one who understood him 100%. And you, his girlfriend. At first, you were an entertainment, a pretty young woman with whom he liked to share the pleasures of the flesh. Then, quickly, your personality charmed him, you had a dark aura. Dark because of what you had gone through in your life: betrayals in love, in friendship, a depression, but also because you didn't believe in humanity. You also knew how to be cultured, how to show that you had good taste, whether it was in gastronomy, music, painting or audiovisual. You were everything he was looking for in a companion, even if he had never looked for love. As a bonus, your I.Q. was high enough for me, to the point he was willing to give you his time. You were perfect for him. Or almost. You were still human, mortal, fragile. Everything he was no longer. You had no idea what he really was, it was too soon. All you knew was that he was a virologist, that he had worked for a multinational company, which had closed down because of his failings... But there were many, and you preferred to close your eyes to them. Eyes? Albert's eyes were different from anything you had seen since you were born. You liked this originality, even if he tried to keep his sunglasses on 80% of the time. Because of this same physical characteristic, he had no choice but to tell you more about himself: he had tested one of his researches on himself. Yet you still didn't know how dangerous he was. How much government agents like Chris Redfield had wanted him dead (without knowing he had failed)...

Or maybe you just refused to face the truth.

Either way, he hated seeing you sad, angry, or tired. When he saw you, lying in bed, curled up against yourself, eyes closed, face contorted into a grimace, he understood. He understood that you were suffering in some way. Your moans of pain confirmed his suspicions.

"Dearheart?"

Your heart missed a beat. You refused to let him seeing you so weak. Despite your affliction, you straightened up and opened your eyes. Immediately, the beating grew stronger and you placed your hand where it hurt.

"Albert... What are you doing here?" you asked, in a weak, hoarse, voice, the kind to carry pain. The blond man walked in your direction, bypassed the bed and sat on the edge, beside you. In spite of his glasses, you knew his reptilian eyes were probing you for an answer. Or rather, he was ordering you to explain what was happening to you.

"I'm in pain. I've been suffering from ocular migraines for at least 15 years... It has been going on for three days and it's just... Hellish."

"Why didn't you tell me, Y/N?"

His hand slid over your chest and he tipped you back, gently. For once, he took off his sunglasses, then scanned you for a moment. His lips formed a line. His eyebrows furrowed a little. A flicker of concern flitted across his eyes. He didn't feel sick to his stomach that you were suffering, no. But he did feel sympathy, which was rare. He sympathized and worried, because he didn't know how much pain you were in.

"Close your eyes."

You complied and let him replace the pillow under your head, as best as he could. Before he was a virologist, a scientist, he was also a doctor. His profession meant he knew the human body by heart. He was able to create viruses, destroy them, perform surgery on many things and heal people. By extension, he knew how to get rid off ocular migraines. Wesker wasted no time. He went to your bathroom and grabbed a washcloth which he moistened with cold water. Back in your room, he slipped it on where the pain pounded the most in your skull. Then he looked through your things and found some essential oils. Without waiting, he applied them to the right areas and massaged you, even though it made you wince. Finally, he returned with a bottle of water, found in your fridge, which he forced you to gulped. Each time he performed a new action, he explained to you why it was important. After a while, he took off his shoes and undressed to join you under the covers of your bed, to keep you under observation, in his arms. When you finally fell into the arms of Morpheus, he took a look at the medication you were taking. Strong pills, but not enough.

"My love, I promise to find a solution so you'll never have to suffer again..." he whispered in your ear, determined to develop a treatment specifically for you.

- From that day on, Wesker worked on finding a treatment for your body, your pain, when he wasn't manipulating viruses.

- When you had an ocular migraine, he treated you very gently, without infantilizing you.

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What do you think? I hope you liked it. I wanted to read something like this, since I suffer from ocular migraines. And I know it's pretty common... So, you're welcome aha

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P.S : English isn't my first language

Progenitor woman (part 1) - Albert Wesker x reader

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, experimentation

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. :)

Request from AO3 : "can you do an age gap wesker/reader taking place during re5 where reader is the only other living person compatible with uroboros and he takes an interest in her?"

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Young, 21 years old. A healthy lifestyle. A normal life. A normal family. Brilliant studies and honorable results. Maybe too curious for her own good.

For a few years, the number of DNA tests to find out about our origins, even the oldest ones, had been circulating on the Internet. Of course, millions of people had started to buy these famous kits, received by laboratories that analyzed the results and made them available to buyers. And even though they were making a lot of money from this trend to finance their other research, they had to find other sources of money... And that's why the Internet, especially the dark web, existed. For years, the sales of consumer data was widespread on the Internet, but for more commercial purposes... Less dark. However, some laboratories were selling their "patients"/"buyers" informations to other laboratories, in return for funding.

Thus, Tricell possessed millions of information, crucial to research, that algorithms were constantly working on, finding from time to time, the file of a person considered interesting by a whole set of factors. Every month, new profiles were drawn to the attention of Tricell and the virologists. This allowed Wesker and his teams to send out proposals to act as guinea pigs in the most secret laboratories. The victims would disappear without a trace. The pharmaceutical company's security and computer security departments worked so well that no one could suspect them.

Wesker had just shot his last lab rat, a 33-year-old Italian.

"The same age as your Christ! Come on, be proud, you look like the son of your imaginary God!" he had spat, with a sly smile. Wesker didn't believe in God. He was God. No one else. Only he had the intelligence to destroy this world and build another one.

After going through the disinfection area and washing himself from head to toe with the utmost care, he had returned to his favorite lab room to take a look at the algorithm. A few minutes earlier, the software had sent him a notification on his cell phone, to warn him it had found an interesting profile. And even if he didn't think he would discover anything more than usual, the scientist went there to find his ordinary place, where he would also take the opportunity to sort out his mails.

Once he was settled in his seat, he hurried to look at the notification. In fact, three profiles were interesting: two women, one man. When he stopped on the third one, he frowned, took off his famous sunglasses and made sure he wasn't dreaming. He reread the information retained by the algorithm several times.

She was young, healthy, and most importantly, her genome structure resembled his, so he felt his pulse quicken.

"How is this possible? It must be a mistake," he muttered.

Stunned and intrigued, Albert didn't intend to give up there, when an incredible opportunity presented itself to him. He had to find out more, find her, and get his hands on her. First, he had to contact the other lab and give them enough money to get even a first and last name , with a mailing address. With a little luck, he would also get a phone number and an e-mail address.

With a smile on his face, he picked up his laptop.

"The game can begin... I can't wait to hear who you are, Y/N L/N."

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DAY 7

The evening had started so well. Yet, you found yourself in a room you didn't know, white, sterile, hospital like, strapped to a medical type leather chair. You couldn't move, your arms at your side and your feet secure enough to not kick anyone. Ever since you woke up half an hour earlier, anxiety had been building up inside you. You felt you were being watched, behind one of the windows you couldn’t see through, because it was so opaque. On the other hand, through the other windows, you observed people, in white coats, pacing the corridors, each one more hurried than the other. Obviously, you weren’t in ahospital, no doctor would have tied you up like cattle...

Unless you had hit someone and had a temper tantrum once you were here… you thought.

Someone had drugged you at that party. It was obvious. And that, even if you had been watching your drink every moment. Or maybe the friend you had trusted with your drink had betrayed you. In your eyes, it was the only possibility. With a lump in your throat, you waited for an explanation and tried to control your breathing, about to hyperventilate.

If you weren't in a hospital, where could you be? In a... laboratory? That would explain the white coats. At this thought, your heart rate quickened and cold sweat ran through your body, along with shivers of terror.

Then, after a few more minutes, a doctor walked past the windows, before entering the room, silent. He was tall. No, correction, he was giant. At least six feet tall. His blond hair was slicked back. Sunglasses were perched on his nose and prevented you from reading his eyes, though he didn't look convenient. His thin lips formed a straight line, devoided of emotions. He must have been in his forties, much older than you, but he was attractive, charismatic. He moved almost gracefully.

"Hello, my dear. Excuse me for the straps, my assistants are not the most... delicate," he commented, in a distinguished voice.

An eloquent voice, clear, almost bewitching. Yet, a dark aura was emanating from this man. He closed the distance and sat down on the rolling stool next to you while he watched you.

Wesker admired your features. Your body. You were a beautiful creature with a high potential. The only one who could, obviously, match him. You were perhaps the only other person in this world this compatible with Uroboros. If his experiments failed, it would be a waste, but he had no choice.

"What am I doing here?" you asked, panicking.

You tried to move for the umpteenth time, to no avail. Your eyes went down to his white coat, open to black clothes. His name was written: Dr. Wesker. Even in a panic, knowing a name was always a good thing.

"Y/N, has anyone ever told you how special you are?"

You shook your head negatively, eyebrows furrowed.

"Whatever. We're going to discover your potential. To do that, I'll start with with blood samples. My team will assign you to a room and-"

"I want to leave! I didn't ask to be here!" you cut him off.

"I'm afraid you have no choice, dearheart." he replied curtly, before turning to his equipment. He proceeded to draw blood like any other doctor, even going so far as to think your epidermis, where the needle had pierced the skin.

After collecting two vials of your blood, precious samples, the famous Dr. Wesker left the room without a word. A few minutes later, a team of men, armed with pistols, went to retrieve you before blindfolding you. They took you somewhere and locked you in a room. Miraculously, it wasn’t a medical room. The single bed was normal. There was a desk with pens, pencils and paper. There was a small flat screen TV on a wall. You had a sort of walk-in wardrobe, a bedside table and a bookcase with scientific books, but also fantasy novels. When you saw some of your favorite novels, your heart skipped a beat. As a bonus, the room had an adjacent bathroom, which didn't keep any dangerous or sharp objects.

You were smart enough to understand the situation... They had kidnapped you and weren't planning on releasing you anytime soon. Worse, they had orchestrated the whole thing from start to finish, spying on you to the point of knowing your tastes. Your thoughts turned to your poor family, who would soon be worried sick about your disappearance. Trembling like a leaf, you went to sit on the soft mattress and burst into tears.

What have I done to deserve this...?

No one entered your room, except for a man with a gun, a few hours later, with a tray of food in his hands, which he left on the doorstep. Silently, he left, making sure to lock the door.

With your appetite suppressed and your stomach in knots, you didn’t feel hungry at all.

You didn't sleep all night, far too anxious... So, you decided to take a shower and reread your favorite book.

DAY 8 (½)

The results were impressive. Fruitful. Albert had spent the night on the blood test and studied the results. Traces of a strain of Progenitor were present in your blood. Only a very limited number of people carried it in them, the majority of whom were dead. Of the Wesker children, only he and Alex were left. Alex didn’t have a child. How could you have come into contact with such a virus?

He had finally gone to sleep for a few hours, then the next morning he had picked up a breakfast tray and headed for your room, in the same hallway as his apartments in this huge complex built by Tricell. At your door, he took out a magnetic card, used it and the door unlocked. He closed it behind him.

You were sitting on your bed, a book in your hands, your meal from the night before barely touched on your bedside table. Your stomach had been empty for over 24 hours. You were watching him, your eyebrows furrowed, the anger visible on your face.

"Good morning, dearheart." he said, coming closer. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, while you moved as far away as possible, without bothering to answer. You closed your book and put it on the side, before crossing your arms. You obviously wanted an explanation. Who wouldn't, after all?

"I see you haven't eaten. You should get some strength."

"I have a knot in my stomach. You owe me some explanations, don't you?" you spat, squeezing the sheets between your fingers to the point of turning your knuckles white. You stared at this famous Wesker, whose presence exacerbated you as much as it awakened a strange feeling inside you. Your heartbeat quickened.

"As you must have guessed, you are in a laboratory, where we are conducting extraordinary researches that will change the world. Your blood contains something special, just like mine."

He leaned forward and moistened his lips, a serious expression betraying the sympathy he was trying to convey. And that, it didn’t escape you. You weren't drugged or stupid enough to think that this man had magnificent motives. If he did, he wouldn't have kidnapped you, far from it.

"You're about to make me laugh. I don't think you're a good person and I'm not special. Now, ask me the question that's bothering you. That's it, isn't it? An interrogation?"

His lips curved for a second, and then he slid the tray over your legs, to summon you to fill your stomach. Obviously, this meant that you were going to be flabbergasted and to avoid an attack of faintness, linked to a hypoglycemia spike, which was itself infused by strong emotions, you had to eat. Even if you wanted to protest and throw the tray in his face, you knew that an incivility would cause you greater problems. With a sigh, you grabbed your fork and knife, then stuck it into the Salted Waffles with Poached Egg and Bacon and a berry smoothie. You usually hated eating a heavy breakfast in the morning, so you'd settle for cereal in milk, or a hot drink with a light snack. You wondered if he knew your tastes and wasn't doing it on purpose to make your more angry and annoyed. After wolfing down half your plate, when hunger has taken over your stomach, you focus on him again.

"You're smart, that's a good point. I need to know more about your family. Would your parents have been subjected to any experiments?"

You nearly choked, eyebrows furrowed, and shook your head. Decidedly, this man had lost his mind.

"No. We're normal."

"I want you to draw me your family tree."

"At your service, Doctor Wesker! Together, we will save the world!" you mocked, in a high-pitched voice.

Despite your acid remark, he didn’t raise his voice. Instead, he ordered you to finish your plate and drink your smoothie. Then, he brought you a sheet of paper and a pencil. Under his examining gaze, you tried to go back as far as you could before handing him your paper. None of the names on your list seemed familiar, so he went off to his lab to do some research, leaving you alone, bored and with monumental worries.

For his part, Wesker spent the morning researching your ancestors to find out who could be the source of the strain that ran through your veins. Even though he felt no pain, Wesker knew very well that if he were still perfectly human, this puzzle would have given him a headache. Yet, he was a tenacious man, who never gave up and always found a solution to his problem. At this moment, that solution was called Alex.

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What do you think? There will be other parts, but I don't know how many :)

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Progenitor woman (part 2) - Albert Wesker x reader

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, experimentation

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. :)

Part 1

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DAY 8 (2/2)

Albert was running his fingers across his desk as he read, for the tenth time, the tests on your blood. He knew he would have no choice but to have tests done, whether you consented or not. In reality, he didn't care. In his entire career as a virologist, he had never bothered for consent. Only, if the person agreed willingly, it made the experiments less terrifying for the subject. He thought of all the things you could be subjected to... First, he had to make sure your body would accept pure T-virus antibodies from Jill, his much needed puppet. He refused to kill the person who could possibly be his equal by directly injecting you with the Uroboros virus. Maybe the Progenitor was running through your veins, but that didn't mean you could control the virus...

For a few minutes he had been talking to Alex, who was locked up in a laboratory, in a place he wasn’t allowed to know. His sister, by project , also proved to be secret to him, but at this moment, it didn’t matter to him.

"Are you kidding me, Alex? The only people alive on this earth who have benefited from the Progenitor virus are just you and me."

"Old Spencer could very well have had children or grandchildren that he injected with the virus? And for some reason, he thought it didn't take and forgot about the project..." she huffed, almost annoyed.

This didn’t escape Albert, one of his eyebrows rose, before he moistened his lips. Here was something interesting, that he had to dig.

"He didn't give up on the Wesker children project. Then he wouldn't have given up on this one."

Wesker paused and clicked his tongue against his palate:

"Tell me, does a guy named Charles Dubois mean anything to you?"

Wesker's accent was so impeccable, even a French speaker would have barely detected it. His extreme intelligence had enabled him to master many languages, including Molière’s one. When Albert wasn't permanently in a laboratory or at a professional meeting, he liked to enrich his culture, to demonstrate his intellectual superiority on every conceivable level.

"Alex? My dear sister, would you try to hide something from me?" he said, in an amused tone.

The woman at the other end of the line was probably clenching her fist and dreaming of throwing it to the other Wesker's jaw. He discerned a tiny sigh of annoyance, which accentuated his smile. He imagined her ranting at all his questions, but at least he was taking her on the right path. The path of the truth, that he sensed for several minutes, but that he had to verify at all costs. Or at least make the other virologist spill the beans. Even if it revived past pain for her, Albert didn't care. It didn't matter what the means were, all that mattered was achieving his goals.

"Do you remember the two years I spent in France? Well no, you don't remember, it was right before we met, in 1988."

"Mmmh... So what?"

Oh but of course, my dear... I've heard rumors about you! he thought.

"I met a man like us, a German scientist. Very charming. I liked him very much and got pregnant."

Plain and simple. Precise. Albert didn’t feel the urge to laugh. Instead, he felt pity for her, because all these years, these rumors that were going around Umbrella were not lies.

"For a scientist, it looks like you underestimated your female body. This child, is it that young woman?"

"It's quite possible. During my pregnancy, I learned that the biological father had a wife and was using me for his own research. When I gave birth, I got rid of the baby, a girl, and gave her to a family, asking them to drop her somewhere. I paid them enough to leave her in the wild," she said, extremely coldly.

Wesker massaged his eyes at this admission, which was colder than he had anticipated. In general, everything related to pregnancies, to babies, made people more sensitive, developed their feelings. Yet, Alex seemed to want nothing to do with her own child, her flesh and blood. No, instead, she preferred to leave her daughter with Albert, so he could use her as an experimental subject. And what if he got a girl pregnant? What would he do? No doubt he would have taken the child back to raise it, according to his principles, and make it a great virologist like him, an heir to whom he could bequeath the new world he was preparing.

"You're much crueler than I am. It looks like they didn't obey. Instead, they adopted her... How could you not think of that? The fact that someone was walking around in the wild with this virus in its veins?"

"My dear brother, you are without a womb and until proven otherwise, you have not a word to say. There is nothing dangerous in her blood as much as I know, so it's not my problem."

But it is becoming mine... Wesker mused.

DAY 11

"So, if I understand correctly, I'm your niece by... Adoption? Don't you think that's twisted, Wesker ?" you threw out, emphasizing his name as if it made you nauseous.

"That's right. We all have our little secrets, don't we? Did you think you could slip through the net by hiding the fact you were adopted?"

"You don't answer one question with another, it's rude."

"Oh, I'm the ill-mannered one? Says the one who refuses to touch food cooked by great chefs, and who would rather starve herself."

It had been several days since you hardly touched the plates the guards dropped in your room, on the doorstep, before always making sure they locked it behind them. The sight of the food, as delicious as it was appetizing, nearly made you drool every time, but the fear had greatly reduced your appetite. As a bonus, you hoped it would attract someone's attention, especially Wesker, to have a tlak. It had been three days since he disappeared and he had returned, probably after hearing you were hardly eating. Why did you want his attention? It was simple... you wanted him to understand that you didn't want to comply to his rules.

"I won't hesitate to stuff you like a goose, if that's what it takes to keep you alive, to not be late on my schedule." he added before sticking your fork into your pasta bolognese.

He'll do anything. He's crazy! your conscience screamed. You suppressed a shiver of terror and winced instead. You wanted so badly to wave your middle finger in the air and tell him to go fuck himself, but fear held you back, a pit in your stomach.

You smelled the delicious aroma of the dish, which reinforced the rumbling in your stomach, the pain that besieged it. Facing the noises, a thin smile stretched Wesker's lips, a sign that he was still laughing at your situation. Then, as if to a child, he raised the fork in the air, to the edge of your lips.

"Eat."

You locked your gaze in his, in defiance.

"I won't repeat myself a third time. Eat." he insisted, in a voice that sounded like thunder. He frightened you, but you couldn't help but provoke him, it was stronger than you. Despite your weakness, you hated to comply to other people's rules, especially when you felt the situation was unfair.

Suddenly, his leather-gloved hands grabbed your chin and squeezed it from both sides, so much; a pain began to dig into your cheeks.

"Open your mouth."

All I need is for him to stick his cock in my mouth and we'd be the actors in a bad porno... Wait... What? But I’m thinking about something like this?!

You didn't understand what was happening to you, so a glint of surprise in your eyes betrayed you and by mistake your lips parted. Wesker saw the opportunity to force his way through your lips and slip the tomato pasta and a piece of meat onto your tongue. In obedience, not to the virologist, but to your stomach, you picked up the food and chewed it under his calculating gaze. He was scrutinizing you as he would with a bacteria under his microscope. His smile stretched for a second. In spite of his sunglasses, you guessed your choice pleased him, not because you were feeding, but because you were submitting to him. In a very short time, you understood that he was power-hungry. By the way, he liked to show he was better than the others, humiliating them as he had just done with you.

"You can see when you want to, dearheart."

Fuck you! you almost screamed at him.

"Eat the leftovers."

He handed you the plate that you requisitioned before eating, while he turned his back to you to take a look at your desk, on which were scattered numerous sketches. Portraits of your family members, whose faces you knew by heart. Albert had no problem recognizing the time when he saw it, like at that moment.

"Intelligent and cultured... It sounds like you and I have more in common than you think." he remarked, in an indescribable voice.

As you cut your spaghetti, a sacrilege for Italians, but you refused to bow and make a fool of yourself in front of him again, you observed your knife. Of course, they provided you with those you can find in canteens, with which you only cut some food, but which wouldn’t kill. At least, it required a lot of strength and speed. If you stuck it in his neck with enough speed, and force, maybe... Yes, you thought of eliminating Wesker, your heart was full of anger.

"Why did you leave me a knife?"

"Because even if you tried, you couldn't manage to kill me. No one could. It would take a lot more than that."

His answer sounded like a warning. A warning that told you to be quiet, not to take it out on him, because he would make you pay twice. Then, said like this, he was rising himself in the ranks of supernatural creatures. Was he still human, or was this just an illusion he was using to make himself seem less scary?

Of course he’s human! Monsters don't exist!

However, that was where you were wrong. Monsters really did exist and you had one right under your nose.

"Be ready. I have a surprise in store for you tomorrow, dearheart."

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Hey! I hope you liked this second part! Honestly, I don't know how many I'll write. But keep in mind it's a short fanfic, so I don't think there will be more than ten parts.

Btw, feel free to leave comments, to like and to reblog ♥

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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.

Hate makes you blind (Albert Wesker x reader)

Request: Hey, do you still do requests? If so, could you do a situation where Excella almost gets Wesker's S/O killed? Whether accidentally or on purpose?

Warnings: violence, manipulation?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eleven 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. :)

***

Excella was a bitch. She would do anything to have power, next to Albert, to dominate the world.

She had been raised in a family of aristocrats, where backstabbing, literally, was common. Anything for power and success. And even though she hated you, she would never try to kill you, because she knew her plans with Wesker would be compromised. Instead, she preferred to bully you in her own way, when he wasn't around. First, she'd throw scathing remarks at you to prick your heart and hope you'd walk away from Wesker, then leave him. You kept it all to yourself, knowing that if Albert was aware, he wouldn't hesitate to make Excella regret it, because you weren't as bad as she was. In reality, no one knew what you were doing with him. Sure, you weren't innocent, but you had your dark sides, though it wasn't as intense as your partner's.

"Stop eating so much, I can see rolls on your stomach. Albert likes fit girls."

This woman thought that with her breasts implants and flat stomach, she could hold Albert close to her. Seeing that she was wrong was eating her up inside and by extension, the only way she could hurt you was to attack your looks and...

Your intelligence.

"Geez, can't you keep up a little?! It's not hard to tell the difference between these two chemicals!"

You didn't have a science background and neither did she, but she loved to put you down at every opportunity. Over time, you had learned to ignore her and her disparaging remarks, as well as her disapproving looks. At your expense, you had found out, since your adolescence, to live your life as you wanted and to get over this kind of behavior. You had also learned to be selfish and do what you wanted, even if it meant hurting the ego of women like her, or other people close to you who begged you to leave Albert.

That day was incredibly hot. Unbearable, even. In fact, you had decided to stay in the laboratories, where you lived with Albert, because the complex was so huge that you owned a flat. You had a gigantic domain with something to keep you busy, but you preferred to seek the coolness of the air conditioning. So you found yourself wandering the corridors of Tricell's laboratories, looking for some kind of activity. Even though you weren't a doctor or a scientist, you loved to help out when you could, when it was safe to do so. Albert would never allow any virus near you and if he found out, he might get mad and fire a few people in the process. Your help was so appreciated, that Excella had begun to do the same, to gain sympathy from others, to compete with you who seemed to overshadow her. Many thought more of you than of her.

It became so ridiculous that she loved to take risks.

That day was no exception. You saw her giving orders to a team of men moving metal drums with the biohazard logo on them. When she noticed you, she rolled her eyes and you closed the distance between you.

"Excella, what are you doing? It's not our job to..."

"What do you want from me now? To prove once again that you are right? Don't you have other things to worry about?" she cut you off, in an aggressive tone.

Anger surged through your veins, tired of her being so snippy with you, like a rabid Chihuahua. Obviously, no one seemed to have taught her kindness and politeness.

"For once, wouldn't you like to be more courteous? No matter what I say to you, you raise your voice and insult me. You have a serious problem, Excella. If you want, I can make an appointment for you with a psychiatrist!" you shouted, exacerbated by his behavior.

You smiled, as her face darkened and her eyes flashed at you like a wild animal ready to pounce on its prey. Suddenly, she grabbed her gun from her thigh, as if rage had really taken over her body.

"You little bitch, you're always in my way to cause trouble!" she shouted. 

Some workers stopped to watch the scene, shocked that she could point her Glock at another person.

Was she going to shoot?

When you saw her index finger come dangerously close to the trigger, you knew she was going to shoot. Immediately, you ran as fast as you could. A blast tore the silence of the corridors. A bullet pierced the floor two meters from your feet. Another bullet split the air and ended up behind your feet, this time a meter away. Her laughter rang out, almost Machiavellian, as if she had lost her mind.

You pushed on your calves and forced on your lungs, where the air flowed with difficulty. When you turned your head to make sure she hadn't followed you, a tiny vehicle unloading drums in the right room braked and swung around to avoid you. 

Everything happened so fast. The liquid in one of the drums spurted out, the metal ripped open, and hit your face. Droplets entered your eyes and you screamed. Your eyes were burning. The pain was unstable. You fell backwards.

You plunged into total darkness.

*

"How could something like this happen?!" screamed a husky male voice.

"I... I just wanted to scare her and..." his victim stammered, taking a few steps back.

"Scare her?"

"Albert, please!"

Wesker grabbed Excella by the neck and slammed her against the wall. Both of his hands were gripping her so tightly she wasn’t breathing anymore, her face turning red, purple, then blue. She tried to scratch his hands to make him release her, in vain. She could already see herself dying in the hands of her partner, the famous virologist Albert Wesker. Finally, when she was about to faint, he released her and threw her to the ground like a rag doll. With his snake-like eyes, he scrutinized her like a vermin.

Of course, as soon as the accident had happened and Y/N had been taken care of by other doctors, he had gone to her hospital bed and had done everything possible to save her. She had gone blind because of Excella's fault.

"I should gouge your eyes out for what you did to her," he threatened her in an angry tone.

The woman on the ground looked up at him, panting, her head spinning, stars dancing in front of her eyes. She tried to catch her breath, but her lungs and her throat made her suffer, pushed her into agony.

"Please, it was an accident..."

"I won't do it, not today, not tomorrow. But I want you to know that I will, one day. Every act has consequences." he replied, in a sepulchral voice.

On this, he turned his feet and turned back to the bedside of his beloved. Once in the room, he took a seat on the chair next to the medical bed, and stroked your hand. You sighed, a sign that you had just woken up, and squeezed his hand in return. 

A bandage covered your eyes. This simple fact frightened you as much as the news given by one of the doctors: "You have lost your sight, Miss "L/N". I apologize."

You were going to be in the dark for the rest of your life. Well, no, because what you were experiencing was indescribable. It wasn't black because you couldn't see. It was... different. Your whole body was shaking like a leaf. Your heart was beating. In fact, it was bleeding... You held back from crying, knowing that the pain in your eyes, despite the painkillers, would get worse.

"She'll never come near you again."

You didn’t answer, your lips pursed, your mind elsewhere, something Albert seemed to notice. He sighed, released your hand and massaged his temples. Of course, he was dying to hand Excella over to a horde of zombies, but he knew he'd find a worse fate later. 

"I have a solution to give you back your eyesight. For that, you have to trust me."

You swallow hard, aware that no normal solution was available to you. Albert had worked on different projects: medicines, but also biological weapons. But no drug could restore your sight...

"The T-virus?" you dared to ask, in a veiled voice.

"Yes. It will regenerate your whole body. Just let me find the perfect dosage for your body... I promise you'll get better."

Wesker placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand and stroked your chin.

And you'll be almost as powerful as me, we'll rule together... he mused, a toothy smile on the edge of his lips. For him, it was just a blessing in disguise. Excella had simply found the right opportunity for him to make you evolve.

To make you his most beautiful creation.

***

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Shaking like a leaf (Albert Wesker x reader)

Pairing: Albert Wesker x autistic!reader

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. :)

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 isn't someone attracted to “weak” people. He avoids them, so you would to hide your autism from him, sorry :(

• Would get attached to you because you're intelligent, even very intelligent, but less than him because he wants to stay superior to you. Remember, he has a God complex

• Doesn't understand why you're being this sensitive to new routines and sudden changes in your planning, he just thinks you're stressed because you're putting too much pressure on your shoulders

• "Why don't you take a few days off? You know what? I'm giving you those days off. Go have fun somewhere." Yep, that man knows he wants productive people around him. To achieve this, he needs them to be relaxed and happy...

• "Still anxious? Okay, let's have a talk. What's wrong?" and he becomes suspicious

• Within the months, he's getting closer to you and sees how upset you could become over small things and also how you can be obsessed with some things. He loves when you escape his gaze, enable to look at him in the eyes for too long. He always likes to take your chin between his hands and give you some tasks with his raspy voice.

• Wesker notices there are things you don't get, especially some jokes and sarcasm. That's how he understands you're not like everyone and being a doctor, it clicks in his head. He knows.

• In the end, it doesn't prevent him to get closer to you and asks you on dates. He tells you exactly what's gonna happen, so you don't have to stress yourself. The only surprise at the end of your first date is a soft kiss on your lips, before he tells you how hard he desires you.

• "I figured out what's your secret, Y/N. I don't really care, I like you. Now, can you stop shaking like a leaf?" Presses a kiss on top of your head.

• Wesker is a patient man. Look, he waited for so long to leave and betray Umbrella, same thing with Excella. So, he doesn't mind explaining things to you, if you're ready to listen to him.

• He's not the most social man, he doesn't like 90% of filthy humans, tolerates only 7% and likes around 3%... So, he won't help you to develop social skills. Sorry.

• Albert Wesker isn't that much a sex addict, but he likes some good 🐱. So, weither you're a virgin or not, he would slowly introduce you to sex with him and be soft, always testing the waters with new things to make sure you won't get scared, anxious, and will enjoy yourself! After all, sex should be only about passion and fun!

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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 :)

***

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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Covidead - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: Some headcanons about Wesker with darling that caught COVID?

Warning: None

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

***

Albert was immune to diseases, so he was never sick and almost expected the same thing from his partner. So, when that COVID shit happened, he was so chill about it and didn't care at all.

But when you finally caught it, and you didn't know how, you thought it was just a cold. Except that the pains in your muscles and headaches were far too intense, while your nose was stuffed and you kept coughing. You had huge dark circles around your face. 

When Albert returned from a business trip after four days away and saw you half-dead on your couch, he frowned and approached you. You waved to him and closed your eyes. After a few explanations, he went to find something to make the damn disease go away, using his stock of medicines, to replace them with the ones the pharmacy had given you because, according to him, they were: "crap that won't make you feel better".

Even if Albert isn’t always understanding, he doesn't like to see you like this, so he will become your personal doctor, just for you.

Broths? Check. Throat lozenges? Check. Throat spray? Check. Nose spray? Check. Painkillers? Check. This man is ready for anything. 

He's the partner who gives you the best tips and tricks to get rid of covid really fast.

He'll even watch Disney movies with you, under the covers, stroking your hair, even if seeing Simba die for the tenth time makes him roll his eyes.

Wesker feeling sorry for you will even go buy your favorite snacks to make you feel better, if you could keep your sense of smell and taste.

"Can we have sex?"

"Do I look good enough to have sex with you?"

"You'll just have to relax... You owe me that much, I'm healing you."

You throw your slippers in his face to shut him up.

"I'm going to hit you so hard you'll pass out, Wesker!"

"You wouldn't dare?"

"You really want to try?"

Wesker finds out that you can be really savage when you're tired and sick... He willingly lets you take over in the relationship, if it makes you feel better.

***

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Annoying Wesker - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: can I request a short female reader who has a tendency to simply annoy Wesker? I feel like if I lived with him I would suddenly look him in the face and say "I could eat your ass right now, asshole" and run away, after 5 minutes I would come back to him showing him a video of a puppy on the phone and crying about how cute the dog was KKSJSND -> a/n : I love this request, it made me laugh! :)

Warning: none

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

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Wesker is a serious man. So serious that he doesn't like when someone annoys him, even if he laughs at jokes. But in deciding to be in a relationship with you, he probably made a big mistake... For his ego.

To tell the truth, it was no surprise, even before dating him, you loved to tease him, always gently, but it could be about his sexual skills, his taste in clothes or even the size of his butt. What? That man has a juicy ass! You slap his butt all the time when no one is around and it makes him grunt.

When you got together, after a week, you gave him the challenge to make you cum in less than five minutes, without playing with your clit. Poor Wesker... You loved annoying him about it, but don't worry, he passed the challenge!

And as much as you like your size difference, you love playing with it.

"Albert! Can you grab those plates, please?" *Grab his ass as he grabs them*

After a while together, Albert has finally gotten used to your temper, so he doesn't mind. If anything, he rolls his eyes.

"Can't you stop acting like a child, Y/N?"

Until one day... you found out he had a son: Jake. Of course, they weren't close at all, never met, and Albert didn't know he'd gotten a girl pregnant in the early 90s. If he had known, he would have taken the kid to raise him in his own way. 

"Are you serious? I just found out from your employees!"

"Calm down. It's not important, he's never been out of my life," he replied with his husky voice and sexy look. Way too sexy for this situation.

"I could eat your ass right now, asshole."

You were angry. Really pissed. And you ran away, not too far, just to your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you. Meanwhile, you were on your cellphone and social medias... To find videos of cute dogs. That's what made you unlock the door and join Wesker in the living room.

"Are you crying? I thought you wanted to eat my ass?" He teased you back for once.

"Shut up! Look at that cute little dog!" You showed him your phone screen.

"Seriously?"

You slapped his arm and wiped away your tears, shaking your head.

"How could you fuck so many women and have so many girlfriends back then? You're so bad at making your partner feel better!" you complained, before dropping onto the couch like a drama queen, literally on top of him.

"Because my dick is the best you can find."

"Yeah... Lucky bastard," you muttered.

Albert started to stroke your hair, trying to make you feel better. You couldn't react like that for no reason, right? Maybe something happened in your body.

"Are you pregnant? Or are you on your period?"

"One more word and I'll punch you."

"I love you too, dwarf."

He got punched in the arm.

***

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Family - Albert Wesker x Reader

Request: Hello! Do you write pregnant reader? If so, may I request Wesker finding out his s/o who’s younger than him is pregnant and his reaction? It can be head canon or imagine! Thank you and have a nice day 💕

Warning: none

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

***

When you first started dating Wesker, he was very honest with you about what he wanted from his partner. Among all his expectations, he wanted to quickly start a family, as he saw the years slipping away with no heir to take over his empire.

"Your youth is an asset, Y/N."

He was right, you had just turned 25, after all. 

Being a pragmatic man, he waited only a year into the relationship to consider starting a family with you, because he was sure you were the woman for him. He didn't pressure you to get pregnant right away, but he did tell you about his desires, such as having a child within the next two years.

If he could expect you to get pregnant, you tricked him into a double surprise. First, you planned the pregnancy without even telling him. You made him think you were still on the pill so he wouldn't expect it.

Wesker was a proud, arrogant person who liked to have the spotlight on him when it came to his work. On the other hand, he liked discretion when it came to his personal life. For his birthday, you had decided to do something at home, decorating your living room for a romantic atmosphere, you had called a caterer who took care of the cooking and you waited for him. He thanked you with a sweet kiss, promising to give you a hard time in your bed.

You were able to eat and talk about everything and anything, until dessert, when you decided to take a break. For the occasion, you decided to give him two packages, the first one containing a luxury watch. 

When he opened the second package, his eyes widened, seeing a positive pregnancy test and small white woolen slippers.

"How...? I thought you were still on the pill?" he asked, in a husky voice.

"I wanted to surprise you."

Wesker got up from his chair and wrapped his muscular arms around you, pressing kisses all over your face, before kissing you full on the lips. He was still surprised, but happy, so that a smile stretched the corners of his lips.

"I love you so much..." he breathed against your lips.

All evening long, Albert would not stop sliding a hand over your still flat belly, amazed at the idea that a little being, the fruit of your union, could grow there.

"This is the best gift of my life, you couldn't do better... Even if I like the watch!"

"To thank me, you owe me a full body massage."

"If it ends up like in the porn, I won't refuse."

That night, Wesker slept like a baby... He couldn't remember sleeping so well all night. He was now fulfilled, he had a great partner, and he was soon to be a father. That was true wealth.

***

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Albert Wesker as a father

Request: Loved your latest writing! How do you think Wesker would be as a father? 

Warning: none

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

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In my opinion, Albert Wesker would have several facets as a father:

He loves his children very much and pampers them with wealth and gifts.

He’s authoritarian and strict, he received a very difficult education from Umbrella in his childhood, and even if he’s not terrible as a dad, he has high expectations concerning his child or children. They will have to work hard with science and combat to make him proud. He’s making heirs after all!

“Dad, I’m tired…”

“Tired, not exhausted. Keep working hard. How do you think you can survive if you’re not able to get up faster? Our enemies won’t be courteous!”

Unfortunately, he’s the kind of father who experiments on his children to understand their bodies, their system and how to improve them with viruses like he did to himself. It can lead to some little abuses, but when he realizes this, he stops immediately.

The kind of father who makes sure his kids don't go to regular school, but are home-schooled by the best teacher, before they go to the best universities.

He helps them in all the steps of their lives and listens to them, ready to do anything for them... And it can be a little too extreme. For example, if a boy humiliates his daughter, he may well be using him as a guinea pig.

“What did you say? Cheating on you? Where does he live?”

“No, just don’t…”

“I will find out. It’s just a matter of time. He will look good as a tyrant, more muscular than he ever dreamed of.”

He pays for all the activities he wants. On the other hand, they have to become virologists, because he expects a serious and talented succession.

The kind of father who never forgets any important day for his children, he is always there for them: first day of school, sports competitions, etc.

For Jake: it would have been the same, if he had known he got a woman pregnant. But now, since his son works for the American government, he doesn’t talk to him. Maybe on rare occasions, behind the back of the government, to answer his question… And to manipulate him. Since Jake looks like him physically and mentally, he would be happy that his older child joins the whole Wesker clan.

“You’re my blood Jakob, you have everything to be one of the most powerful men on earth. People and governments are ungrateful, why losing your time with this?”

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Privacy - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: I hope this is okay by you, I’d like to request for Albert Wesker x reader that has avoidant personality disorder, and despite it being a challenge, they still want to study psychology? :) I’ve seen you do BPD one tho so feel free to deny this one! Thank you :)

Warning: none

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

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Having Avoidant Personality Disorder was no fun at all and that’s why you interested Wesker.

Let me explain: Wesker doesn't like when his s/o has many friends, it’s harder to manipulate you. The fact you’re mostly staying at home, having no friends and being sensitive is perfect. You’re making his job easier. At first, he doesn’t know you have a disorder, he just thinks you have anxiety, you’re shy and maybe have trust issues.

But at some point, he’s gonna notice you’re easily hurt by criticism, which is a problem since Albert loves when everything is perfect. He doesn’t always have filter when he speaks.

But at some point, you were too often at home, only studying with your psychology books and that pissed him off. Why? First, at some point, you could understand he’s a manipulative bitch. Second, he can’t hide all the terrible things he does.

One day, he killed one of his scientists. The guy was about to betray him, to give his positions either to the BSAA or the DSO. He made a mess with that guy and even if he cleaned himself in the labs, he came home really late, with his clothes in a bag. When you heard the door of your home being opened, you joined him, but frowned when you smelled that slight ferrous scent… 

“Albert… What is that..?”

“Not your business, Y/N.” he groaned as he walked to the bathroom. But you were so worried about him. You followed him, not understanding what was happening. Your heartbeat quickened.

“Albert…” you tried again.

“What do you want?! I told you it wasn’t your problem. You’re always here and I can’t even have some privacy! Can’t you just have a life and go out from time to time?!”

His words were harsh. Like a blade piercing your heart. It felt like falling from a cliff. 

Tears fogged your eyes, while your hands trembled. You shook your head and ran to your bedroom…

“Y/N, wait!”

…where you locked yourself in to make sure he didn't come in. Technically, he could break in, but you knew he wouldn't. You threw yourself onto your soft bed, as tears streamed down your face. You burst into tears, as he made your heart burst without mercy. You knew that Albert was a hard man, demanding, not easy to live with, but you didn't think he would spit those difficult words in your face. You always tried to be perfect, in fear of disappointing him, and now he saw you as a nuisance... You were lost and didn't know what to do.

Two weeks ago, he blamed you for acting awkwardly in public, but what he didn’t seem to understand is that social interactions with people around you makes you uncomfortable. Actually, you were self-conscious in social situations, afraid to embarrass yourself. Even worse, your poor self-image doesn't help at all.

Wesker knocked on the door, feeling guilty about what he said to you. 

He rarely felt this way, but he loved you and he knew that spewing nastiness like this could only damage your relationship. He let out a sigh and scratched the back of his neck, looking for the right words...

"Honey, open the door, please."

You didn't answer, too absorbed in the pain. Lately, Albert had begun to understand that something was wrong, and he was suspicious. You could have just gotten mad at him or taken it out on yourself, but instead, you had burst into tears... The realization hit him hard. Of course, you had Avoidant Personality Disorder and he was so focused on his projects that he didn’t see that.

"Y/N, open the door. I apologize, I was really stupid and mean. Now open up, we need to talk. I know you have Avoidant Personality Disorder and it’s okay. It doesn't change how I feel about you..." he sighed.

He knew you would eventually come out to have a talk with him. He was going to reassure you and... continue to manipulate you, obviously.

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How would Wesker decide the perfect mate?

This is a mystery that only Scooby-Doo can solve, but I want to try to answer it. I didn’t know if you wanted a headcanon or a simple answer, so I wrote a very small "headcanon":

Wesker needs a s/o who’s naive, not too sociable (not a lot of friends) and doesn’t ask too many questions, so he can manipulate her. In the same time, it helps to hide as long as he can what he does for a living and some power

He’s a dominant man in bed and in his everyday life with his partner, because he wears the pants! So, his mate has to be submissive

Albert is an old man with old perceptions of a couple, so it could be even better if his partner can cook and is a gourmet

A younger one, as he gets older, he’s into younger women

Needs an intelligent and cultured partner. You mix up well known countries on a map? You’re already losing points

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

Progenitor woman (part 3) - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, experimentation

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :) + i'm updating after 7 months... Sorry!

Part 1 - Part 2

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DAY 12

All evening, Wesker had let you enjoy whatever you wanted: eating a generous meal of your choice, devouring deliciousness, and even taking you to a room with a huge flat-screen TV to watch the movies of your choice. Yet you weren't naive enough to believe that these were acts of pure kindness, he must have had something in mind… But what? The man was hard to read. Extremely difficult to read. Just thinking about it made the hairs on your body stand on end, in a bad way. A bad feeling quickened your pulse and twisted your gut, especially when it came time to go back to your cell, to sleep in that cozy, albeit medical, bed.

"Why this special treatment? I'm sure you never behaved like this with your other guinea pigs." The virologist had sketched a shark-like smile, revealing large, bright white teeth aligned with perfection. With his hands in the pockets of his lab coat, which contrasted in whiteness, against his black pants and shirt, his casual look told you that looked good to you. "Because you're my favorite." "Creepy…" you muttered, before wincing. Clearly, your situation looked like some kind of a low-budget horror movie, with an antagonist who would develop a repulsive obsession with a pretty young woman he had locked up in his home. In short, Beauty and the Beast in a creepy version. Although… The original story is disgusting enough. Who seriously french kiss an animal and has sex with them? Completely mentally disturbed people, of course. "Come on, let's go." Without a warning, he grabbed your hand, a hold you tried to break free of; in vain. With each additional movement, he tightened his grip, to the point where it began to hurt. At that moment, you understood it was better to avoid annoying Wesker… Behaving as he expected was probably the best option to get out of those damn laboratories that were always making you nauseous. Without a word, he led you down the long corridors beside him, before taking you into a room. There was a huge TV, almost like a home cinema. The room was deserted. Wesker soon turned on the television, invited you to sit on the couch in the corner of the room, and then provided you with a blanket. "How about some popcorns?" "That would be lovely of you, if you offered me some… But since you are incapable of empathy and…" Suddenly, one of his leather-gloved hands grabbed your chin with force. Your heart skipped a beat. Your eyes widened. Your sweaty hands began to shake. With his free hand he took off his glasses and forced you to look into his eyes… This time your heart was pounding. Terror was coursing through your veins… His red eyes. Like a snake. Like a monster… They watched you, like a predator admires a prey. "Could you show some gratitude for once, sweetheart? You wouldn't want me to get mad and ruin your pretty face, would you?" he whispered in his husky voice. You swallowed with difficulty, your mouth suddenly pasty, dry. Gradually you swallowed your pride, aware it was better to keep your thoughts to yourself. Oh yes, you had no doubts, he wouldn't hesitate to slap or punch you if you crossed the line. Slowly, his fingers slid from your chin to your neck, caressing your thin epidermis. This simple gesture made you shiver, without you being able to know if they were the product of terror or… Desire. Then he grabbed your neck, wrapping his fingers around it. After a few seconds of studying your face, he released you, left the couch you were sitting on and left the room, locking it behind him. He would never give you a chance to escape… No way.

He came back a few moments later, as promised, with a huge package of popcorn, but his actions had spoiled your appetite. Logical, isn't it? In the night, you dreamt that he strangled you, until he broke your neck without any difficulty. Contrary to the clichés movies, you didn't wake up with a start, covered in sweat. No, you remained stoic, your eyes riveted into the immaculate white ceiling, wondering what was waiting for you today… Was your dream premonitory or were you getting anxious for so little? I mean, what was "little" in your situation? You don’t get kidnapped everyday by a scientist for obscure reasons. You missed your home, your family, your friends, more and more. You were thinking of finding a way to kill yourself, the fastest way you could, without you managing to find one… At least that bastard wouldn't get anything from you! "Are you going to stare at that bland ceiling for long?" a hoarse voice cut you off. You jumped and turned your head to finally meet the eyes of your worst nightmare. Dr. Albert Wesker, standing in the doorway, straight as a board. "No…" you breathed out before imagining yourself stabbing him in the carotid artery. Feeling an iron smell fill the air would turn your stomach, you'd probably watch all that hot, crimson liquid spill from his wound to your hands in horror, but you'd have taken your revenge. Better yet, you would have proven to his team of idiots that they couldn't just go after civilians like that without expecting repercussions… Every action has consequences, you've been told all your life. So why did bastards like them live a perfectly normal life? That life didn't come to devour them violently, like zombies, leaving only a few shreds of flesh on their bones? "Get up. I'll take you to have a breakfast somewhere else, but first, get dressed." You left the bed, then nodded at him to leave the room. Yet he didn't move an inch. "Can you give me some privacy, please?" "I won't move. Now hurry up, if you don't want me to get mad." Were you really going to undress in front of this man? No… You could always change in the bathroom, but for some reason, the door wouldn't close anymore… You took a deep breath, jumped out of bed and slid your hands over the edges of your tank top, ready to take it off… Obviously, this man wanted to humiliate and break you in every way possible.

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Albert Wesker - Nsfw headcanon

Warnings: nsfw, sexlife

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

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Wesker is into shorter partners (it's not difficult since this man is already so tall)

He's a traditional man, just like his favourite positions: Doggystyle and missionary

Loves having the control over his partner's body, that's why he rarely let his partner ride him

Albert has many kinks: being called "God", choking his partner, breeding kink, public sex. As you can see, he's a dirty man, really dirty. Oh and be ready for being slapped on the ass regularly

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum, baby. Let me cum inside you, taking my seed so well, to give me an heir." He would groan in your ear, his warm breath waving on your skin, while trusting hard and fast inside you.

And if he could fuck you during a meeting in front of many people, he would.

If you're just a random person, he's gonna care about his own pleasure, he doesn't give a fuck if you orgasm or not. Sorry.

But if you're his partner, he's gonna make you remember his cock until the end of your life 

He likes having quickies everywhere: the dining table, the beach, the cinema, the restaurant... He loves taking risks as you already know.

"Albert, there are kids around."

"And?"

"I don't want to traumatize them."

"Let's prepare them. Half of them will hear or see their parents banging." He chuckled and kept pressing kisses on your neck, his hands between your thighs.

He lasts 5min for a quickie, 15min for regular sex and 30-40min for something intense but good luck, you won't be able to walk straight for two days 

He's into hygiene, so if you're home, expect to quickly take a shower after sex 

Buys tons of expensive and beautiful sexy lingerie for you to wear as often as possible. It magically turns him on.

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Wesker's captive - part 1

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader (wrote at the 1st person)

Warning: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :) + "Wesker's captive" will probably have different parts, but they are gonna be random (no order to read them) and it's also inspired from the novel I'm currently writing

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Hastily, I leafed through the first part where he introduced his latest experiments and correlated each event, each date, through disconcerting calculations. After that, he mentioned the works of the researchers he had plundered, then of the other scientists who worked for him, before stating grotesque mutations, sometimes with reports loaded with more appalling details than the others. This part was as exciting as it was long, his latest creation fascinated me, even if I had doubts about its effectiveness.

What is the craziest thing? To create viruses to collect as much money as possible, even if it means creating a powerful terrorist network? Or deciding to remake the world with this same money to finance more extreme research?

After a vast, almost stringy, report, I managed to put my finger on Albert's first theory about the new virus he was studying.

“I can't leave you alone for a moment without your curiosity getting the better of you.”

I didn't hear him coming, but I didn't flinch, thanks to his gentle tone. As I looked up, I smiled and shrugged my shoulder, almost innocently. Only a towel, hanging from his pelvis, masked his nakedness.

“Shake a bone in front of a dog. Do you think it will resist the lure of the marrow for long?”

With velvet steps, Wesker reduced the distance between us, before crouching down facing me as I was on a chair. Even though the distance warmed my face again, I held his gaze, head straight. I had not hesitated to slip into his office when he was in the shower, after I stole the necessary key. For six months he had kept me at his mansion. Six months that I managed to build a bond of trust between us… A bond of trust that would serve me later.

“Well, if this dog is perfectly trained, he won't even wag his tail…” he murmured, in a joking tone.

“I think you’re forgetting human nature. Our desires are often stronger than reason, aren't they?”

My right hand slid down his muscular thigh, then dangerously up under his towel, a way to tease him. He wasn't shy with me. Oh no, he was pushing me to act like an easy lay and sometimes like a prudish woman, an attitude that exposed my weaknesses, a danger to my future.

“Not always. In many ways, you have been wonderfully in control from the start. You will soon be superior to most beings on Earth.”

“Perfect, do you want lessons?” I teased him, in a honeyed voice.

On the fly, he made me fall on the ground, and under the surprise, I dropped the work. The man took advantage of the situation to settle between my thighs, leaned above me. His chest plastered against mine, his face to some centimeters of mine, his hands harpooned my wrists to immobilize them; my heart pounded wildly. I hated myself for reacting like that, for enjoying the slightest physical contact with him. Had I been bewitched in some way? I guess so.

“If anyone can teach lessons, it's me…” he whispered in my ear.

A pulsating tinnitus, as if I had been blown away by the last breath of an explosion, left me paralyzed. When I looked up, I met his lustful gaze as my barriers crumbled and gave way to his captivating irises. One of his hands traced its way down my right side and up to my neck. His lips called to mine. I longed for him to kiss me. When his other hand released my second arm, he stroked my left cheek, that of an incredible tenderness.

Albert pressed his lips against mine, at first for a soft kiss, before the ardor carried him away. Quickly, his touch showed impatient, his hands slipped under my butt and I jumped to wrap my legs around his pelvis. Without the least difficulty, he raised us and dragged me with him in his room. Delicate, he dropped me on his gigantic bed without delay to dominate my body with his. Prompt, he released me of my nightdress and slipped his hands under my nightie. He pressed a series of hot kisses in the hollow of my neck to my chest still covered. Impatient, he hurried to remove the fine fabric, throwing it on the ground.

On my side, I let my fingers touch, trace the contour of his pectoral and abdominal muscles drawn to perfection. Progressively, I untied his towel, until making them fall on the floor. Of a hand trembling of impatience, I approached his still stretched member, to my biggest surprise. Did he want me so much him? Did I manage to make him that effect? The one that an expert woman would master. Guided by my instinct, I came to caress his warm cock, then to encircle it of my palm, in order to carry out movements of back and forth. Husky sighs escaped from his lips, conferring him a charm and a sensitivity that I didn’t know yet in him, in spite of his imposing charisma.

“You’re incredible, treasure”… he breathed.

Finally, I pushed back it in all delicacy, positioned me on my knees, as I had been told to do it in the past. I leaned towards his erection and presses some wet kisses there, whereas he gritted his teeth… The desire and the heat climbed at speed in my body, following the example of the virologist. Then, I took again movements thrust, slow, before speeding up the pace. As I was about to take it in my mouth, he lifted my chin and forced me to lie on my back. Obviously, he did not want me to linger on him…

His hands slid under my butt and he pulled my lacy underwear down my thighs, before he sent it flying somewhere. Without wasting any time, he grabbed his cock and caressed my wet labia. A thin sigh escaped me. I was burning with anticipation. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. A powerful heat rippled through my body. Yet he didn't penetrate me right away. Instead, he preferred to titillate my chest, my erected nipples, with his soft and warm tongue.

“Albert…”

““Albert” what?” he whispered against my skin.

My face flushed for the first time since I had initiated this intimate moment… Even though I could only see his hair, in which my fingers were running, I felt a smile split his lips.

“I want you like I haven't wanted a woman like this for a long time…” he continued in a hoarse voice.

“In this case, show me how much you want me.”

It is all that it needed for him to push himself inside me, delicately. My hands gripped his forearms, I bent my knees further and my hands pressed against his butt to invite him deeper into me. My head thrown back, a soft melody of moans caused by my vocal cords mixed with his wild grunts.

“Y/N…" he growled.

From his mouth, my name sounded like a sweet melody. A sweet melody that evaporated in the warm atmosphere. His back and forth movements became powerful thrusts. The power he exuded, the intensity of his cock, made my head spin. I wasn’t myself anymore. The desire overwhelmed me, engulfed me, consumed me.

I couldn’t determine how long our lovemaking lasted, but it didn’t stop. Albert didn't let me have any respite, he drove the pleasure to the edge of nirvana. With my eyes closed, moans escaped me. My vagina clenched tightly around his dick, like a soft vice, a sign that my orgasm was hitting me full force. Hit by his own orgasm, he grunted, then let his warm seed spill into me. With a sigh, he buried his face in my neck.

I had become his full-fledged captive by choice.

And I had enjoyed every second of it.

I had no regrets, even if it meant betraying my own people.

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Seduction fails (Albert Wesker x reader)

Request: Hello can you write RE Wesker teasing with a female reader that doesn't fall for his charm easily hc?..

Warning: none

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

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Basically, Wesker didn't understand why you didn't care about him. He was rich. He was handsome. He was extremely intelligent. What else did you want? This question was stuck in his head for a long time. After all, he wasn't used to see a woman resisting to him for very long!

The only woman who had resisted him had died in Raccoon City in the the secret laboratory in Spencer Mansion ages ago and she was a bitch, anyway…

Wesker tried everything.

Really everything.

The friendly approach? Check!

The romantic approach? Check!

The authoritarian approach? Check!

The seductive approach? Check!

The "I'll throw myself off a bridge if she pisses me off again" approach? Check!

Three fucking months. Three fucking months he was doing everything. He could have fired you just for turning down numerous appointments, but you were far too competent, a valuable scientist to get rid of you. And let's face it, he loved to take a look at your but or your breasts whenever he had the chance…

Wesker was so desperate that he imagined your face and body every time he fucked another woman to satisfy his sexual needs. He was so frustrated that he would also jerk off while thinking about you and your body.

That was until the tables turned in his favor. He found you, in tears, in a lab. You were wiping away the tears you were trying to hide. "Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. But this was Wesker, so even though he was concerned, he kept his mask of indifference… and he didn't look that concerned. "I'm pissing with my eyes, can't you tell?" you muttered under your breath. It's a bit violent and he's my boss… Given his past, I'm going to end up as Cerberus food! you thought. "Yeah… Sorry, Wesker. I'll get back to work, don't worry." Wesker was confused, he batted his eyelashes and crossed his arms, while his snake eyes peered at you from behind his sunglasses. "What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head, aware that he could use your family, the subject of your tears, against you. Wesker wasn't a good person, and he was like the cops: anything you said would be used against you. "I know a cure to get better… I mean, I hear it works. Come on, I'll take you somewhere to eat." You were about to refuse, but your stomach growled and you could only nod. A restaurant with Wesker wasn't going to kill you, was it? At least, you hoped.

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