#weskenfield

When infected, they run a constant fever that worsens if their virus is agitated. The extra attention he gets from being so warm and cuddly just makes Zeno even more of a spoiled lapdog than he already was.

There's a lot of crossover between big cats and Weskerlings because they're both apex predators. They prefer to conserve energy (lazy). They're more active at night. They gravitate to quiet spots where they can observe the goings-on without being bothered. They loaf on people they like and become very stubborn about moving off.

Zeno likes getting petted so much there's gotta be some wires crossed with residual instincts to explain this phenomenon. This man melts. He sploots like a cat. He becomes putty.

Touch starved clone commits crimes for hair scritches, more at 5.

Time Travel AU Wesker would never, but occasionally. ☝️He has Moods. If the urge strikes him he will locate his nearest boyfriend and just. start biting. Not entirely in a sexy way. "Oh, hey Wesk— Ow! Ow! The fuck did I do?"' It's like he's decided it's their fault he's feeling affectionate and he's punishing them for it. Cat biting and clawing and bunny-kicking a catnip toy except it's Chris/Leon and they were just minding their own business until they were attacked.

Local tyrant overwhelmed by cuteness aggression, more at 6.

Ooh I have such a fucked up little idea that Zeno being overtaken by his instincts is another way the Connections forced him to comply. "If your performance remains unsatisfactory, we will enhance it."

Maybe he started dragging his heels in when they started sending him to dispatch the horrifically mutated clone children that keep rampaging through Victor Gideon's labs. He's heavily reprimanded and sent back in with a detonation collar that'll injure him enough to trigger the frenzied state if he hesitates to turn his gun on them again. Choose to obey or be forced to obey. I'm sure he never has nightmares about one of them being Emily. I'm so sure guys.

Oough yes, Zeno has such a protective streak and it only feeds the bloodlust. God help anyone who gets between him and his target.

He wouldn't show it, is the thing. If someone's threatening to hurt his loved ones, Zeno would deal with the matter very calmly. He's the kind of person who suppresses his rage so deeply that it's difficult to gage how pissed he actually is until he locates the opportune moment to go absolutely fucking ballistic. More feral and gets his hands dirtier than Wesker, but his entire bit is about precision. All of that living weapon aggression laser-focused on whoever's about to be so gone there won't be even be a funeral.

His blood reports come back showing that the DNA shared between Zeno and Nemesis-T-Type B.O.W.s is low, but never zero.

The D.S.O.'s resident cryptid is the kind of tale that you either believe wholeheartedly or dismiss as a myth. The people brave enough to seek the truth behind those rumors are few and far between. The circle of people who know about the rumours and the circle of people who've spotted Zeno shadowing Kennedy does not overlap as much as the data makes it look. The cryptid club are outliers.

A pet Zeno at ease doesn't look like a B.O.W, is the thing.

Let a lot of people get a wake-up call when they show up to their brand-new mandatory field training taught by Agent Kennedy. He's going to demonstrate by fighting a real life B.O.W.

Can imagine how there's nervousness and anticipation amongst the uninitiated. The innocent ones think they'll be watching Agent Kennedy fighting a caged licker or something else along those lines. The cryptid club are excited for a different reason.

Let's see Leon calling Zeno over to start the demonstration. Maybe he throws in a cocky 'come hither' motion. Zeno casually takes his time to stub out his cigarette and then blurs into motion.

Ooh, it would be the spar ever. One (1) good boy tasked with impressing on these people what a B.O.W. is capable of. He's being so extra about it. He is playing and Leon is meeting him blow-for-blow. It is terrifying for any outsider to behold. They are on a whole 'nother level. Most of these people have never had a face-to-face encounter with a B.O.W. and did not!!! realise they were sharing a workplace with one.

The demonstration stops at time. There's not a pair of eyes that aren't on them. There's just this dead, stunned silence and then the cryptid club start clapping. Leon quietly checks in with Zeno before he continues with the rest of the lesson. Zeno's just casually going back to his corner n slipping on water while looking pretty. There is a cryptid among us.

After this, the cryptid club experience somewhat of a popularity boom in the form of interested people who want to sightsee the B.O.W. in its natural habitat. They're so protective of their Zeno. He's a protected species. They'd straight up start gatekeeping the shrine until the hype dies down. Cult club equivalent of putting the rituals on safe mode.

Chris, who spends a long time deciding what customisations he wants to make, to the surprise of the people who know him as someone who doesn't care much for details.

Chris, who doesn't end up with the handgun his original self carried (and dropped, before they ever got to the mansion).

Chris, who already once designed the AW-1 model.

Chris, who chooses a design that fits his current style of marksmanship and goes heavy on the wolf motifs to honour the squad he left behind.

Chris, who tests it at the shooting gallery without ceremony and ignores Wesker's pleased comment about how similar their chosen weapons are.

Chris, who refuses to elaborate on what the wolves symbolise despite all his teammate's good-natured teasing.

Chris, who meets Leon's eyes but can't meet his sad, knowing smile.

Chris, who grins with too many teeth when Leon claps him on the shoulder and murmurs, "Eyes up, Captain Redfield."

Chris, who doesn't plan to give his weapon a name but when asked, "the Pack," falls from his lips like it was always there.

Wesker, who acquiesces to their insistent demands and pushes forward the proposal for the customisable Samurai Edges without consulting Umbrella.

Wesker, who observes Chris and Leon's designs being realised by the gunsmith with a scientist's intrigue.

Wesker, who is hungry for any scrap of information about these men who know about every dirty little skeleton in Umbrella's closet, and is paying closer attention that he lets on.

Wesker, who makes a rare appearance at the shooting gallery alongside the other S.T.A.R.S. members to observe Chris and Leon trying out their guns.

Wesker, who is perturbed by the casual display of power Leon shows with the Reprise, an ease far exceeding mere prodigy.

Wesker, who finds himself terribly pleased that Chris is heavily inspired from his own designs, even if it should've impossible for him to have seen them. Perhaps that adoring best man routine he fooled him with prior to this wasn't completely an act?

Wesker, who has accepted there is a bigger badder organization than Umbrella and it would be wise not to disappoint them.

Wesker, who hypothesizes that Leon and Chris were taken by this shadow organisation at a very young age and moulded into something far greater, not unlike himself.

Wesker, who takes in the motifs Chris has chosen, the name the Pack, the way he refuses to elaborate with uncharacteristic somberness, and, because he's actually quite clever, sort-of-correctly assumes that, prior to being assigned to infiltrate S.T.A.R.S, Chris had a team that he was very close to. And perhaps lost to Umbrella. you're so close yet so far, Wesky.

Wesker, who has every means and motivation to make their lives difficult under the roof of the R.P.D after seeing their true nature during that kidnapping stint, but finds himself growing a grudging sense of respect for them instead. Their hidden strength and causal deceptions are very fascinating traits to him. He loves the drama.

Wesker, who arches a brow when Leon's request to exchange his combat knife for a hatchet — a hatchet! — finds its way to his desk. As if the assault handgun wasn't enough.

Wesker, who approves Leon's request partly out of self-preservation, but mostly because he's curious and wants to see what he can do with it.

Wesker, who is no less intolerant of insubordination when Chris overextends own his authority, but is far more forgiving once he has been corrected, knowing that the man is likely a highly trained leader struggling to fit the role of subordinate.