𝕶𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕷. 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗

Hello, I'm Keith! You probably have seen my last post, how I need more of that resident evil daddy dick. So, I took it upon myself to.. make a series.

This series will contain:

✒ Male reader ONLY

✒ Various Male Resident Evil yearning for you

✒ Probably slow burn

✒Angst?

✒Smut (we all need it, come on now)

✒Will be starting from resident evil 2 all the way to requiem

✒And more to come

Resident Evil males that I will involve:

✒Albert Wesker

✒Billy Coen (?)

✒Chris Redfield

✒Leon S. Kennedy

✒Carlos Oliveira

✒Luis Serra Navarro

✒Jake Muller (?)

✒Ethan Winters

(I am NOT doing Victor Gideon... I'm sorry 💔 I know he's hot but come on you guys..)

Now here's the problem that I have:

I love the game, I love the franchise, I love every single bit of it. But considering I don't really own the game nor do I have an attention span that's longer than 20 minutes, I need, NEED, a summary for the story so I could easily catch up on the story line I will be making.

Now you, male reader, aka loverboy, I will ask for you help if you can guide me to the nearest summary and a few ideas for this upcoming series. I hope you enjoy it. (You can send your ideas on the comments or send it anonymously, thank you)

Divider credit: https://www.tumblr.com/pixopix?source=share (go check them out!)

I got scratched by a rat..🐀. The scratch was pretty big, but not deep. There's still some chance of rabies, so I'm currently under treatment. I will get back on track once I fully heal! Thank you for your support everyone 🩵

Thank you for the request! I'll do it! Cause I love flambae 🔥 ON FUEGO

And I was wondering if anyone is still up for Dispatch things. I know most people go for one shots, but a series would be cool, no? (I'm bad at one shots so I do series..) Also considering the game doesn't actually let you choose a male lover, can you believe that? Flambae is flaming hot.

—✒𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Shooting, guns

—✒𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: Hello everyone! I'm sorry for the late post, I haven't been feeling well for these past few days and the heat isn't helping at all. Please remember to stay hydrated!

—✒𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 1366 words

The breezeful night howls like a lone wolf. Pattering drops of light rain thumps on the ground, like some sort of rhythmic pattern.

"Get the G-virus from Annette Birkin. No distractions." Those words played on your head like a broken record for the past hour and a half. Wesker only trusted you for the job, best not to disappoint him.

Music blares from your cassette player as you got dressed. You'd hear rock band's songs playing almost everywhere, feeling a bit left out—you start to listen to it too. It felt great, amazing. Not only did it distract you from your own problems, you relate to every single word of the song. Singing felt like a loud cry for help, it felt good to release frustration, stress, and longing. Especially with Saudade, that song would be on repeat and it would still touch the deepest and most hidden part of your heart.

Walking inside your bathroom to brush your teeth, holding up the toothbrush to your teeth and you start to brush. Doing the same ritual over and over again just before you leave for work. You look up from the sink to the mirror, staring back at your reflection. Feeling yourself start to zone out.

When you were younger, you never got to meet your biological parents. The only information you had was that they had connections, having a kid was too dangerous—but it seemed like they couldn't help themselves. Being apart of a family as mysterious yet known, that meant you'd have a price on your head. So, they gave you to your aunt and uncle who both worked for a pharmaceutical company, Umbrella Corporation.

Being easily influenced by two virologist you became top of your school. Trophies here and there, just enough to keep them impressed. But they never truly had the time for you, so you became independent at a young age.

You graduated from your university at a young age of 19, and started to live on your own in an apartment. Just after graduating, you applied as virologist at the umbrella corporation. Being incredibly intelligent at your age—you were taken under a William Birkin and Albert Wesker's wing.

You worked for the Umbrella Corporation for about 5-6 years, and now, only for Wesker. Your relationship with him had always been strictly professional, short compliments here and there—just enough for you to yearn for more. Albert was older than you, and way out of your league. Your daddy issues are catching up on you, that's for sure.

Shaking your head as you come out of the trance, you rinse your mouth with water. You grab your coat from the rack, putting it on as you put on a pair of sunglasses. A scarf is wrapped around your neck while your hands are covered by a pair of gloves.

With a final glance at your rather empty apartment, you were out the door.

A jeep parks itself by a gas station, Saudade blaring from the Jeep's radio. The door opens and a young man steps out, as he closes the door behind him—he looks around the rather empty gas station. Rain pouring down and splatting on the floor, creating an almost comforting feel.

Driving past the gas station, locating the Raccoon Police Department. As you navigate your way to the police department, you had tasks in mind.

•Find Ben Bertolucci, as he has information about the G-virus.

•Retrieve from the G-virus.

•Leave.

You glance at an open file about Ben, just some usual description about the guy. Journalists are always nosey, it feels like they're everywhere nowadays.

The vehicle comes to a halt as you arrive at the police department. You parked your car a bit further from the station, so you wouldn't get attraction from zombies. Is this really what it has come to? Mindless zombies roaming around the place like they own it. They should've made something better at least, like nemesis.

Once you got inside the building, you suddenly felt a rush of nostalgia. The place was the same as before, but it's filled with zombies. You had hoped Chief Irons was dead, or at least a zombie. That man always got through your thick skin.

An explosion erupts outside. You whip your head around to look outside the window. Narrowing your eyes, you see the young man from the gas station looking for a way inside the building.

'Great, a fawn in training' You groan. Zombies are one thing, but another living, breathing, human? That's too much to handle. You didn't want obstacle to get in the way. You start to walk once again. You had a task to do, getting distracted can kill.

As you reach the basement if the department, you silently watch the rookie fight off William Birkin. The hair is what made you realize it was William in the first place, and... Jeez, what did he do to himself? Don't do drugs, kids.

After yawning for quite sometime, William finally meets his end as he fell off the railing and into the deep end. The rookie holds onto the railing as he looks down at the falling and screaming figure of William.

Deciding to finally kick the ladder on your feet, making it fall down—it made a loud noise of screech before slamming down. Might've scared the poor fawn quite a bit as he tensed up as he turned his head to look at the ladder.

"Somebody's watching me..." He says to himself.

A howl can be heard at the underground parking lot. Great, just what you needed. You felt bad to those poor dogs, but feeling bad now could kill you.

The young man approaches a machine that will supposedly unlock the gate. He doesn't seem to have the card to unlock it. "Damn. Need a key card." He grumbles under his breath.

A nasty grow can be heard behind him, an infected doberman approaches him. He turns around to face the dog, fear painting on his face. "You gotta be kidding me." The dog rushes to pounce on him, growling and drooling. The rookie falls on the ground with the doberman as he tries to get the dog off of him.

Pulling the trigger, the dog is shot at the neck—falling on the ground next to the scarred male. "Hey." You called out.

The male pants, his eyes flickering to look at you. He looked scared and confused, before snapping out of his trance to aim a gun at you. Your footsteps grow louder each steps you take, the gap between the two of you closing in.

"Put it down." You ordered him. You knew he wouldn't shoot you, he didn't have the guts. Pulling out something from your coat pocket, you showed him an FBI ID and badge. "FBI." You simply stated.

He lowers his gun slowly, his gaze flickering to his surroundings then at you. "Sorry... Thank you—" He's interuppted by a gun shot from you as you shot the dog from it's wake. "...For your help."

"At least you've made it this far." You acknowledged, turning away from him.

He stands up, dusting himself from the dust from the ground. He starts to follow you, "FBI, huh? What's going on here?"

You snort, he doesn't seem to know that curiosity kills a cat if not a person. But you couldn't blame him, he's a rookie. A poor boy like himself finding out the wonders of the real world.

"Sorry, that information is classified." You responded to his question. It really isn't everyday that the FBI or even the government. Footsteps echo throughout the under ground parking lot.

"Where are you going?" He asked, making you stop at your tracks and turn to look at him. The look on his face, it tells a story. A young man who wanted to be good faces the cruel world.

You feel yourself staring at him through your sunglasses before speaking, "Why don't you be a good cop and find a way out here?" Raising your brow before turning around to leave.

—✒ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: None

—✒ 𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: Hello! I hope you guys are doing okay. This is quite a short part if I do say so, but the next part will be in re2! With Rookie Leon! I can't wait to write it and show it to you guys, please wait for it! Enjoy!

—✒ 𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 1573 words

Previously you agreed on helping Carlos and Mikhail to get the subway train moving, but before you had done so—an interruption came.

When you were about to step out of the train to get started on getting the train to move, you were faced with Jill.

"...[Name]?" Jill mumbles. Staring at you as if she'd just seen a ghost.

During your time at S.T.A.R.S., you thought that you'd always just be at Wesker's side. But because of three people, it made it hard to stick around Wesker.

A child prodigy, Rebecca Chambers. You always found it amusing how a young lady like her was determined and full of confidence. She always stood out as a younger sister to you, it made you feel some sort of familial protection towards her.

Jill Valentine, a fierce and intelligent woman. Known for her expertise in lock picking, bomb disposal, and combat skills. She taught you how to lock pick, and it helped you more than you'd admit, losing keys is not for the weak.

And... Chris Redfield, what a hunk. Where do you even start? You knew a bit about him, it's really hard to focus if he's carrying guns. He has a sister, Claire. You found it intriguing how a big bear like him would have a sister that he's so protective over. You could say it's a natural instinct. During training, you'd observe him like a hawk. He was a point man in the Alpha team, known for being an expert in firearms and hand-to-hand combat. You found him stubborn, dedicated, and had all the characteristics to be a great leader. You wonder what he's doing or what he'd been up to ever since the mansion incident.

The three of them would pull you out of Wesker's side to hang out or just train with them. And honestly? it was your first ever real friendship, a friendship you didn't want to let go. For a moment, you found another purpose in life.

You felt a your hand being held, it snapped you out of your trance. Jill was holding your hand with hers, "I can't believe it..." She started. "I thought something bad happened to you after that incident." She smiled in disbelief.

You blink, your eyes snapping at hers. "Oh, yeah. I thought I wasn't gonna live another day, but... I survived. I'm glad you're okay too." nodding your head slowly.

Carlos looks between the two of you. "Incident?" He looks at you, worry painting his features. "I don't mean to be nosey or anythin'."

"It's a long story." Jill lets go of your hand. She look between you and Carlos, "Wait—don't tell me you're working for them now." She asked, her eyebrow raising.

Shaking your head, you were about to argue when you hear Carlos' voice "No, he isn't working for us. He's just helpin, us to get some survivors and get this subway train movin'." Carlos said, reassuring Jill.

Jill's gaze shoots up at you, nodding at her as a form of agreement to what Carlos said. "I'm just helping for the better, for the survivors. I'm not working for them."

Jill seems hesitant before speaking up, "Okay, then I'll help you."

Sighing in relief, you give her a small smile. "Thank you, Jill." Your eyes flicker to Carlos then back at her, "You can help finding more survivors and getting them down here, while I get this train moving."

"Okay, first things first." Carlos started, "We need to get you geared up." He said as he grabbed his gun, then he looks back at you. "Head up to street level. You'll find some supplies there."

You climb up a broken escalator. The radio in your pocket starts to ring, you click a button and Carlos' voice cackles through. "[Name], it's me again. You topside yet?" He asked

"Almost. So, what's the plan?" You respond. Your legs working their way up to another broken escalator. The lights flickering as you reached the top.

"The old tank's got me clearing the tracks." Carlos grumbled. "You mind getting the subway infrastructure back online?" He requested.

"And how do I do that?" You ask. Observing your surroundings.

"Let's start by restoring power. I'll navigate you to the substation once you hit the main road." Carlos said.

Nodding your head, "Copy that. We can do this." You turn off the radio, but you hear another ring. Putting the radio back in your pocket, you grab the walkie-talkie from the inside of your jacket.

Turning on the walkie-talkie, you hear Wesker's voice. "And what do you think you're doing?"

A gust of wind flows through the place, you stayed silent for a bit before responding back, "What do you mean?" You asked, afraid that he might've been tracking you.

"The report, [Name]. Where is it?" Wesker demanded. His voice was filled with authority and slight anger. You understood why he felt like this. He always had high expectations for you, and you successfully met this standards.

"I...I know, Wesker." You mumble. "I'll give it to you once it's ready. You know I don't like giving unfinished reports." You added.

"Be right with it. I don't want to keep reminding you." Wesker says before the walkie-talkie starts to static.

You put the object away, back in your jacket. Wesker was always up in your ass, he doesn't seem to want to pull out any time soon.

A pack of pistol bullets sits down on a pile of boxes, you pull out your pistol and change it's mag.

You walk inside another room within the floor, you find an industrial door with a small gap leading outside. Crouching down, you hear people screaming from all directions.

There's flame coming from behind bars. You grab your radio, turning it on. "Carlos? I've reached the main avenue. Where do I go now?" You ask, waiting for a response from the otherside.

Carlos' voice comes through, "See a big transmission tower? That's the substation." He pauses, "You'll have to circle around through an alley to your right to get there." Carlos adds.

Your head turns to the right. Oh what a surprise, the alley is on fire. "...You mean the one that's on fire?" You deadpanned.

"...Maybe? Surely a fine drink of water like yourself can put out a few flames." Carlos chuckles from the other side of the radio. "It's just a fact."

"Flattery isn't gonna get you anywhere." You rolls your eyes before turning off the radio.

You were back down at the subway statio after you were able to get the train working.

Mikhail approaches you, "Good work. Your reputation is well deserved. Get inside, the train is about to leave." He smiles at you. He then turns to look at Carlos and a person you've never met before. "Carlos, Tyrell. You have your orders. You need to go back out into the city and find Nathaniel Bard." Mikhail ordered.

Your gaze flickers inside the train, quite a lot of survivors and Jill is staring out the window. She seems to be in deep thought. You turn your gaze back to Carlos.

"Is this the last ride out of town?" You asked. Mikhail, Carlos, and Tyrell turn their heads to look at you.

"Do not worry. Once the civilian's are safe, the train will be back." Mikhail reassured you.

"It's alright, you go on ahead." Carlos said. Smiling at you. "I'm not gonna die on you, and leave you in a cold, cruel, Carlos-less world."

You felt the corners of your mouth twitch. "Actually, I have some other things to do." You stepped closer to them. "So I wouldn't be able to join." Your gaze flickers around the station, shoving your hands in your jacket's pockets.

Carlos looks at you with confusion and concern. "What? Why?" He asked. "It's dangerous out there. I—...We don't want you to get in danger." Carlos argues. He reaches out to hold onto your arm to halt you from leaving.

Biting the inside of your cheek, your eyes lock to his as your hand finds it's way to Carlos' hold. You didn't want to tell him the real reason, or else Wesker would kill you point blank with no hesitation. "Hey, I'm gonna be alright. I'm a tough soldier, you know that." You started, "You trust me and... I trust you." You reassure him, caressing his hand with your thumb subconsciously as a form of reassurance and comfort.

"And... What I'm coming for is valuable information. It might help us in the future." You give him a soft smile. Looking at Mikhail then back at Carlos. "I'll see you on the other side."

Your eyes lock with Carlos' deep brown eyes. Noticing his brows twitching down.

Ah, fuck it.

You hold both sides of his face, pulling him in. He quietly gasped as his lips clash with yours. Carlos drops his gun on the floor, his hands travelling from your arm to your waist.

You felt Mikhail and Tyrell looking at each other before looking at the two of you with surprised looks. When Carlos was leaning in for more, you break the kiss. "Don't miss me too much." You pat his shoulder as you step away, his hands falling to his sides.

★—𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Gun, shooting

★—𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: This was supposed to be published earlier on, but I procastinated so uh yeah. Enjoy

★— Approximately 2148 words.

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One thing you didn't like is to be undercover, because if you were—you had to make up lies or at least share little to no valuable information about yourself or your plan. Something you couldn't do is to hold something important in, that's why you usually carry a notepad and a pen to write bottled up secrets into. Unless the ones you wrote down weren't as important, you just casually burn them.

Recently, you just found out that Wesker has been working for a rival company. With no other choice, you had to hop on his d̶̶̶̶i̶̶̶̶c̶̶̶k̶ plan. You had no choice because for one, you had no one else to turn to. You're not exactly the extroverted type or even the social butterfly.

Timestamp — September 28th, 1998

The soles of your combat boots make a thumping noise as you walked out of a building. You had worn just some civilian clothes for a relaxing night walk. You were stressed about your research, which wasn't like you at all.

You feel the concrete on your feet to start shaking. You stumble quite a bit before finding your footing once more.

When you looked around to see what made that earthquake, you found a big beast. Now you immediately knew that was a B.O.W., and it seem to be coming at you.

"STARS.." The creature grumbled out. It reached it's hand out to grab you.

Shaking your head from your trance, cause that creature.. Is absolutely amazing? Fuck, you wondered what kind of creature you would've made if it wasn't for Wesker being in your ass all the time. Must be from Europe.

You hastily get out of the way and run away from it as far as you could. It was really fast though, which made your heart beat faster in excitement. That B.O.W is certainly a perfect project.

Pulling out your walkie-talkie, you hold it close to your mouth as you find somewhere to hide. You turn on the power button and you start to hear static.

"Wesker? Wesker, can you hear me?" You called out from the walkie-talkie.

"What is it?" You hear Wesker's voice from the other side. "If you're gonna ask about Nemesis, just avoid him." He grumbled out.

"How did- okay, well.. Why is nemesis after me?" You asked, trying to keep calm when a literal huge beast is chasing you.

Hearing Wesker sigh from the other side, you bite your lip anxiously. "You were a S.T.A.R.S Alpha team medic back when I was a captain there."

You stare at nothing for quite some time, trying to process what Wesker just told you. And you could feel your head's cogwheels turn to spin.

"Ah. That." You blinked

"What are you doing outside anyway? Didn't I tell you to give me that report?" You can hear Wesker getting his teeth when he said that. "You're not he one to slack off, [Last name]." His words felt like ice against a warm skin.

You always knew that Wesker is a closes off person, a professional one at that. Yearning for someone like him felt like taming a stubborn cat. It felt utterly useless.

"...Yeah. I'll give you my report in a bit." You responded. Turning off the walkie-talkie, you look away from the object. You glance around, feeling the night air flowing through the roots of your hair. I haling the cold breeze calms your nerves.

But yeah, Wesker was right. You weren't actually supposed to be outside, you were supposed to be finishing your report about the G-virus. Instead, you're outside having a night walk for some fresh air—

A building explodes, flame flickering.

"Wh-What the fuck?!" You exclaimed. You whip your head around to see that monstrous beast coming after you. "Oh, for God's sake.." You hastily run while shoving the walkie-talkie in your jacket.

Nemesis jumped up and lands in front of you. He tries to reach for you, but you were quick to dodge him. As you run for your life, you trip over a dead body. Now is the time to bring out the old S.T.A.R.S member in you.

You find a car with its keys still in the ignition. Without a second thought, you hop inside the car. Maneuvering it in reverse before accelerating it towards Nemesis. The car crashes on Nemesis, the force of the car impacts on the B.O.W.'s body—making him stumble out of balance.

It did stun the creature, but it immediately got back up. He lunges forward, in front of the car and pushes it against a barricade on the street causing the car to crash upon impact. The car stumbles over the barrier, making the vehicle flip over.

You groan as your eyes flicker open. You feel the ground start to jolt and shake awake, you whip your head to the side to see Nemesis walking to the car. You immediately crawl out of the vehicle before Nemesis threw the car to a building.

"What a beast." You said to yourself. You grabbed your pistol from the inside of your jacket, you start to shoot Nemesis' face. Stepping back to have some space within you and that creature, you feel yourself limping.

Limping is for the weak, so you try to push yourself to handle it. You kept pulling the trigger but Nemesis seems to be eating those bullets like it was a Michelin star meal. Your pistol runs out of bullets, "Ugh, fuck!" You cursed. You placed your pistol back inside your jacket.

Nemesis was about to attack you until you hear a voice, "Hey, fuck face!" was all you heard until a rocket clashes with Nemesis, making him stunned. You let out a heavy sigh that you've been holding. You turn your head towards where the voice and the rocket came from. You find yourself gazing at a curly haired man.

He runs towards you, "Hey, easy man... I got ya." The stranger says. Pulling you closer to him as he holds on your arm.

"Who are you? What are you do—" You asked with a shaky breath as he lifted you from your limping position to wrap your arm around his shoulder.

"Name's Carlos, and I'm saving you!" He geunys as he places his right hand on your waist to keep you steady and balanced. "C'mon, Let's get you somewhere safe."

Carlos held you tightly as he brought you to a safer place.

`I guess it was a bad idea to have a night walk... too bad I didn't know I was gonna get chased by a goddamn beast.` You groaned internally. You regret it now, that's for sure.

You gently push Carlos away, and he lets go of you. Looking around the place, it seems you're underground. A subway station.

Carlos' voice catches your attention, "I think we're in the clear." He pants.

"We better be." You managed to let out a short chuckle. You weren't as cold as Wesker. But his professionalism is what made you intrigued.

Carlos turns his body to look at you, "We've been bringing survivors here." He says, holding onto his gun.

"Here, where? What do you mean?" You asked. You were still panting after the sudden adrenaline rush. Your body was bent whole your hands found itself on your knees.

"My guys have converted some subway cars into a shelter." Carlos answered. He walked at the opening of the subway station, he seemed to be checking something. Carlos turned back around to face you. He approaches you, "It's safe."

Carlos was about to wrap an arm around your shoulder until you stopped him. "Aren't you the touchy type." You retorted.

He steps back, "Personal space, okay—I get it." Carlos remarked. "Let's go."

You admit, you hate being randomly touched by people you just met. You aren't exactly the social butterfly. Grizzly bears are known for avoiding any interactions with a human, this one seems to be clingy.

"Aw, c'mon." Carlos' voice slices through your train of thought. You look up from the ground—noticnh the entry way was blocked off. "Who's the dipshit that closed this?" He complained

He walks past you, "Sorry. We're gonna have to go around." He goes inside a door, waiting for you.

"Hey, so... do you know anything about that monster?" You asked, following him inside the hall.

"Nothing. I've never seen anything like it." Carlos answers your question as he start to walk down the hall. "But it's no zombie. It knows what it wants and won't stop till it gets it." He adds

Carlos does a turn, and you follow shortly behind. "Don't you like that in a man?" He asked

The question caught you off-guard. You blink, processing what he asked. "Yeah? what 'bout it?" You asked him. More in a joking manner than an actual question.

You don't mind someone clingy, but they have to be professional. You didn't have time for puppy love and jealousy.

"Just sayin'." He responded. You could almost feel him smiling from behind "Listen, I promise you're in good hands." He reassured you.

The two of you go down to a flight of stairs. "I'm with the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. U.B.C.S. for short." Carlos said as he stepped down the stairs.

`Ah crap. Okay...act like you weren't a part of it.` You sighed heavily. "Are you joking? You're not serious are you?" You asked. Your tracks stopped as Carlos faced you, his face showing signs of confusion.

"You guys are the ones who caused all of this." You argued. The two of you make eye contact.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you talking about?" He asked in disbelief.

Seriously? A man working for Umbrella doesn't know the shit they're doing? Must be a mercenary. You wanted to roll your eyes but not for now.

Carlos shook his head before turning back to keep walking. "Listen, you don't have to trust me, but I'm going to the shelter." He paused "You coming?" He asked you.

Carlos tries to open the door in front of him, yet it wouldn't budge. He steps back before kicking the door open. "C'mon, it's this way."

You follow him down to another set of stairs. As you follow him down, you see the train at halt. Must be broken.

The two of you went inside the subway train. And you spot Mikhail Victor... For fucks sake.

You weren't known during your time in the Umbrella Corporation as a Virologist. So when you joined Wesker as a double agent for S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team, that's the only time you gained attraction.

"Hey captain, this fine young man could use our help." Carlos said. His gaze shifting between you and Mikhail.

Mikhail observed you, you noticed some scars on his face. You walked further from them to gain some space. On the other part of the train, there were other survivors. At least they're helping.

You hear Mikhail's voice rip through the silence, "Carlos, you didn't even think to ask fine young man his name?" Mikhail asks Carlos.

"He is one of the elites in R.P.D. Special Tactics and Rescue Service." Mikhail added. "His name is... something... [Last name]."

You pull a polite smile, "It's [Name]. [Name] [Last name]." You answered. You sat yourself down, just in front of Mikhail.

"Nice to meet you, [Name]. I am U.B.C.S. Platoon leader Mikhail Victor." He introduced himself. "My team was sent here to rescue civilians." He gestured at the survivors.

You hear Mikhail grunt, he grips his side. Your gaze shifts to him. "Uh-huh. And how's that going for you?" You ask him.

Mikhail looks up at you. "The city is completely cut off. Isolated." He responds. "Most of the hundred thousand civilians will wind up dead." He pauses. "Ah, correction: undead." He adds.

You almost snorted. Almost. You can't let yourself lose it just hecause you had bad humor.

"My platoon has suffered serious losses. Just keeping them alive is more than I could manage." Mikhail mumbles under his breath.

Oh.

You slowly nodded, your gaze dropping on the ground. "I'm sorry for your loss." You mumbled. You weren't all too heartless.

"Yes, well... We are doing all we can. If we get this subway train moving." Mikhail said. "...We can evacuate some survivors." He looks up at you, "But we need help. My men cannot do this alone."

You hesitate, Wesker might need to wait for that report. "Alright.. I'm in." You nod. Giving Mikhail a curt smile.

"Thank you, [Name]." Mikhail nods in appreciation.

"Alright, supercop. Here you go." Carlos hands you a walkie-talkie. "We can use this to stay connected."

Hihihi! So I do have an idea in mind!

Spoiler alert

For my first idea—in the main story I'm currently working on—you will find a picture of Luis serra attached to a cork board in an abandoned office (this will be a flashback), and you will search for every single person from that picture. But you're specifically only attracted to Luis Serra. Questions will fill your mind: "Who is he?", "why does he work here?" Etc.

For a side story (I decided to name these fillers while I work on the main story line.), you and Luis both work for laboratory 6. Andddd things get sticky in the lab 👀

I love your idea on Luis being serious while he uses humor to cope! I'm pretty sure we all do

since you did mention your attention span being somewhat fried (which, me too), i’d like to present to you the 1h 51 min long summary on yt made by NeddyTheNoodle. i found it very useful, as you can learn most of what is of importance in the franchise in under two hours with the video, and if you choose to watch it, i hope you do too.

as an alternative, much shorter option, maybe try the recap video made by IGN on yt as well, though i’d personally recommend the longer option instead, since i feel like knowing something in depth is definitely better, but at the end of the day, it is your choice to make. (the amazing secret third option is either watching gameplay or playing but you did imply that was somewhat out of the question so i guess not)

on a separate note, i also noticed you’re exclusively writing male reader, which.. thank god, i’ve been looking for male reader writers because gn reader doesn’t satisfy me enough and i can’t keep setting for fem reader. no shade at all, but sometimes i prefer my smut where the reader is taking it up the ass somewhere else. i’m a fan now. i read the wesker one as a wesker-fixated person, and your writing is good, so i’d love to see more from you. keep it up.

(also sorry if i somehow? misunderstood what you asked for, or if my tone is standoffish, i aimed for neutral. if so, sorry a thousand times more. and sorry an additional time for the length of the message.)

Hello! Thank you sosososo much for the recommendation! I've been catching up on some summary videos (I'm not gonna lie but I get fixated when the narrator's voice is juicy) and of course the myth, the man, the legend, Kubzscouts' gameplay/playthroughs. I really wanna save up so I could play some RE games in the near future, but of course some of us focus on needs rather than wants which is totally fine.

Thank you so much for the compliments! Me personally I've been searching near and far for each single resident evil males x male reader, not even a various. So I'm really happy that you appreciate my exclusivity for Male readers, cause honestly? You guys deserve more attention. I totally get the GN reader ones, it just doesn't feel exclusive enough, or paying attention to our own gender. Some of us guys deserve male attention from buff guys from RE. And yes, Wesker does in fact deserve all that ass.

Again, thank you so much for the recommendation, anon! This is my first time actually getting a anonymous question/recommendation. No need to apologize! In fact I am very very very happy! ♡♡♡

✧— 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Albert Wesker.

✧—𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: Hello, Keith here! This is my first ever story and fanfiction that I have posted online. I was heavily inspired by @lefteagleblizzard ever since I started to read his stories here. I would like to thank him and everyone reading this! I hope you enjoy!

✧— Approximately 1,000 words.

You worked at Umbrella Corporation, the pharmaceutical every college student dreamed of after getting their bachelor's degree in chemistry. However, it wasn't actually a pharmaceutical or any typical lab work. Once happy, twinkly-eyed college students stepped into the Umbrella Corporation, there was no way out.

Once they signed those papers, they thought they could become a better person. They wanted to make and find solutions for incurable diseases, research newly found diseases and virus threats all around the world. Those dreams immediately came crashing down once they signed their name on that paper, every single newly graduated student screamed and cried as they begged for mercy when they wanted out.

But you? Oh, no, no, no... (You're not like other boys).

You didn't fight back, you didn't even think about leaving the place. You were fascinated with Umbrella's gruesome work, so much that it made someone... turn their head.

It was none other than Albert Wesker, a man who you've never seen take off his sunglasses, even inside enclosed spaces. You found it weird—odd, even—but you minded your own business.

Albert would loom over you as you worked, watching as you conducted your research and glancing at you whenever he got the chance. It almost feels like you have a stalker. Albert was a very professional man—he would keep things to himself, which made it very hard for anyone to see through him. But you didn't really care about that, if there's anything creepy here—it's those experiments.

It wasn't really creepy for you, of course. If anything, you had fun injecting viruses and watching the veins of the patients pulse and throb underneath the thin layer of skin. You loved all the creations equally, they all hold a special place in your cold blooded heart.

Timestamp — September 27, 1998

You've been working for the Umbrella Corporation as a Virologist for quite some time now. You love your job, you love it so much you technically live in the lab by now.

You stare at your computer screen as you drink the last bit of your now cold, and empty black coffee. You swore you drank at least 2-3 times a day, and it still hasn't come to grab you by your ankles.

Sighing heavily, you grab a pen and start to jot down some notes you've found about your research on a virus you've been studying. Your glasses slip off your nose bridge as you shift around your seat, you hastily fix it before flipping the page of your almost filled notebook.

As you write down important notes about the virus, footsteps would be heard coming closer. You didn't bother to turn around or even glance behind you, if it was an infected, you would've grabbed a gun by now.

You can feel Wesker's burning eyes observe the back of your head.

"[Last name]... I have a job for you." Wesker announced, his head lowering slightly to look at you from where you're sitting at.

You fix your posture and the way you were sitting. The chair spins as you turn to face Wesker.

"What is it?" You croaked. You take off your anti-radiation glasses, placing them gently on your table.

Wesker steps closer to you, his hand moving from his side to cupping your jaw. He tilts your head up, shifting your head from left to right before speaking.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" He started. You can feel his piercing eyes even through his sunglasses.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You raise an eyebrow, rather surprised by the question. Does Wesker have some sort of kink? Or was he trying to play with you? Sources were unknown.

Wesker breathes out of his nose, "I want you.. to retrieve the G-virus from Annette Birkin." He said as his hand traveled from your jaw to your cheek, feeling the coldness of your skin due to the air conditioning that's been turned on since the morning.

Your gaze flickers to his hand and back to him. "Can't you do it yourself?" You asked, slightly leaning into his gloved hand. "You and Doctor Birkin were.. allies, that's for sure."

You watch Wesker's lips turn into a fine line before speaking up once more, "Listen, [Last Name].. Annette sees me as a threat. Not only that, she's also an obstacle to my plans." He said as he slowly moved his index finger from your cheek to your neck. "And simply because your pretty face is all I need to get the G-virus. You're more than capable." His lips twitch to curve before it drops back down to his natural small frown.

You gasp as he wraps his fingers around your neck, squeezing it ever so slightly as if he's warning you.

"What's it for me?" You asked, raising your brow. You could at least have a vacation, or getting your hands on a new virus that Wesker found.

"You?" Wesker almost barked out a laugh, but he always stays professional. "I assume this will do." He murmured before leaning down to come closer to your face, he was only a few inches away. Your eyes dart down to his lips, leaning in slowly as your eyes flutter shut.

You feel pressure against your own lips as Wesker leaned in, his lips were slightly chapped compared to yours. Before you could wrap your arms around his neck to lock him into you, he pulls away.

Your eyes flutter open as your gaze shoots up to his face, he straightens himself before turning away. "That's it?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

Wesker looks behind his shoulder, "You'll get more when you deserve it." He answered, you caught a hint of mischief in his tone. He turns his head to face forward before leaving you alone in the lab.