Wesker X Reader - Part Three
Y/N made his way back to the campfire, shaking slightly. He wasnât sure if it was from being cold, or from the experience he had just had. It felt like some kind of fever dream. These killers were supposed to be ruthless, brutal, almost inhuman, and yet he had just sat in the lap of one, cried in his arms, kissed him. It puzzled him. They werenât supposed to feel bad for the killers, the survivors were supposed to be scared of them⌠werenât they?
Y/N shook his head, trying to get the thoughts that fogged his mind to go away. He focused on the campfire, which had been steadily growing closer and he approached it.
âOh hey, youâre back,â Dwight said, âWe were just starting to wonder what was taking you so long.â
Y/N let out a small, awkward laugh.
âYeah, haha, sorry. I think I almost fell asleep out there.â He lied. The last thing he wanted was to let anyone know what had happened out there.
Dwight smiled. âNo worries, Iâm glad youâre back.â
Y/N nodded, and Dwight turned back to the firewood he had been breaking apart so that it would fit into the fire pit. Y/N found his way over to one of the tree trunks that had been cut down and fashioned into a bench, laying down in front of it. He tried his best to get comfortable, but he couldnât shake the phantom feeling of Wesker wrapped around him. He hadnât realized just how touch starved he had been this whole time. Though some survivors huddled together at night for warmth, most of the time the only touch anyone received was while bandaging each other or rescuing each other during the trials. It was never an affectionate touch, it was for survival.
Y/N sighed, closing his eyes and trying his best to quiet his thoughts before falling asleep.
When he awoke, he was relieved to find himself alone. Most people were probably in the trials, and the ones that werenât were most likely collecting more firewood or other resources from the woods.
Y/N stood up, stretching as he went. It must still be early, as it was foggy and there were still dew drops on the grass. The fire was still going, it was considerably smaller now, but little flames still flickered. It caught Y/Nâs eye, the striking red of the embers a stark contrast against the light grey of the fog that surrounded him. As he stared, his mind wandered quickly, thinking of the deep red of Weskerâs eyes that he had only caught glimpses of the night before.
He shook his head, returning to the moment. There was still the risk of trials looming over him this morning, and he needed to help the others with chores before he allowed himself to daydream about a man he hardly knew. He looked around, happy to see that there were still spare clothes lying nearby. Collectively, the survivors did what they could to find even the simplest of pleasures. Someone had realized that many rooms and buildings in the realms contained clothes, and spread the word to the others. After that, it just became an unspoken rule to try and take what you could from the realms and share it with the others.
Y/N rummaged through the pile of clothes, finding a large flannel. It wasnât his size, but it would fit over his hoodie. He pulled it on, happy to find that it fit over his hoodie comfortably and added an extra layer of warmth. Heâd have to ask who found it and thank them for bringing it back.
Standing back up, he headed towards the forest, picking up one of the axes that the survivors had. They werenât very high quality, and a few of them had probably been souvenirs from run-ins with the Huntress, but they got the job done for gathering firewood. He swung it back and forth in his hand, careful not to lose control of it as he walked. He noted that his other wrist felt much better since last night; Wesker clearly did know what he was doing when he bandaged it. At this rate, it might actually heal at a decent speed.
Y/N let out a small chuckle. He couldnât wrap his head around what had happened last night, nor could he stop thinking about it. How did he end up nearly making out with a homicidal maniac in the woods? It didnât make sense, yet it had happened.
While lost in thought, Y/N had walked much farther than he intended. He found himself deep in the woods, unable to see the camp behind him. He stopped walking, listening and looking around. He was surrounded by trees, dense plants, and that deep, dark fog that the entity was so fond of. Y/N frowned. He didnât like feeling the fog on his skin; it was cold, and made him uncomfortable, like the entity was watching him. He pulled at his sleeves, adjusting them to try and distract himself from the uneasy feeling the fog had given him. He kept walking, trying to shake off that feeling as he went, but to no avail.
âYou shouldnât be this far out from the camp, you know.â
A voice came from behind him, causing Y/N to whip around, ax in hand. Wesker stood behind him, leaning against a tree he had just past.
âHow did⌠nevermind, what are you doing out here?â Y/N asked, still holding the ax at the ready.
âYou can put the weapon down. You clearly saw last night that I have no intention of hurting you. Howâs the wrist?â He asked.
Y/N frowned, but unreadied his weapon.
âItâs better, thank you, but not healed. But you didnât answer my question. Shouldnât you be in a trial, sacrificing my friends to your heartâs content?â He retorted.
âAnd shouldnât you be in a trial, getting sacrificed?â Wesker shot back. Y/N wasnât sure if the tone of his voice was supposed to be making fun of him or annoyed, but it surprised him nonetheless.
âIt seems the entity decided the two of us didnât need to be in a trial this early in the morning.â Wesker suggested, clearly joking this time. Y/N smiled a little, the notion making him laugh. He stepped towards Wesker, before wrapping his arms around him in a hug.
âI suppose youâre right.â Y/N said, leaning his cheek into Weskerâs chest.
He felt Weseker breath in, tense for a moment, before putting his arms around the smaller man and returning the embrace.
âAre you sure you donât have a fever? Last night you were up in arms about how dangerous I am, and now youâre hugging me?â Wesker said, but didnât stop the embrace.
Y/N stepped back, releasing the two of them.
âLook, you said you werenât going to hurt me. Youâve never managed to in a trial anyway, so I have no reason not to trust you at the moment. If this turns out to be some elaborate scheme to kill me, then Iâll deal with it once my life is in more danger. In the meantime, do you know just how little human touch you get out here? Other than bandaging my wounds, I think the last time someone touched me was before I was taken, and Iâve been here for months. Iâm not missing the chance for a hug when it presents itself.â Y/N explained, but stepped back.
Wesker paused for a moment, staring down his glasses at Y/N before letting out a laugh. He would be lying if he said he wasnât amused and impressed by the survivorâs guts. Maybe that was part of what attracted Wesker to him. He had seen him in the trials, saving his teammates in the most dire of situations. There were times when Wesker was confident that no one would come for whatever victim he had placed on a hook, only for Y/N to show up and completely out maneuver him, saving their friend and disappearing before Wesker realized what had happened. Clearly that boldness wasnât just adrenaline, but a part of his personality.
Wesker smiled, placing his chin on the smaller manâs head.
âWell, I suppose thatâs as good a reason as any.â Wesker mused.
