Hello, I’m Lilith (or Lili), and somehow, you’ve found your way into my little pocket of the night sky.
This is where soft starlight and sharp edges coexist… where stories drift between tender and unsettling, and love rarely arrives without consequences.
I write characters who linger a little too long, who look a little too closely, who love in ways that feel like gravity rather than choice. If you enjoy devotion with teeth, power wrapped in silk, and the kind of tension that hums just beneath the surface… you’ll feel right at home here.
So settle in. The stars are bright tonight, and they have a habit of watching...
Masterlist Fic Tag List Tag Form Star-Crossed Lovelies
Yall know what time it is?! It’s @lilith0fthevalley birthday!!! So what better way to celebrate than smashing two characters together!
Have a great birthday, I love you so much and you’ve become one of my best friends. Your phone calls from after work keep me going during a week. I love you! Have a great day!
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, creampie...., Afab!Fem!Reader, P in V sex, Quickie,
His belt clinked through the low hum of music that filled the room from where you laid on the bed, book in hand as you devoured what he assumed was smut. He knew you. The quiet mouse that he had essentially adopted reading pure filth in his sheets. You were a picture perfect memory from where he left you. His shoes caked in blood and god knows what else sat by the front door – jacket half draped over the couch arm as he made his was to you.
His filthy little thing.
You were perfect as you smiled at him, legs wide enough for him to find his spot. He would have let you finish the chapter but know that you put the Polaroid of the both of you in place was enough to wordlessly tell him how much you loved him.
You fingers worked the knots in his thoughts away. Your nails lightly dragging along his scalp eating soft groans. You turned him into putty, melting into your hands as he unwinded from the week he's had. His cold hands touched your midriff, rubbing soft circles against the skin there. He melted, soothed himself to your scent.
"What were you reading?" He mumbled, his breath soothing the skin where his stubble scratched. "The usual genre,"
"filthy?"
"Did you need to ask?"
Leon laughed, a deep chuckle that had your toes circling. He raised to his elbows, placing a kiss against your lips. You felt him deepen it, his hand cupping your cheeks to draw you closer. To entice him to a release that would certainly let him forget about the work he did. He scrubbed his hands clean from anything that lingered before he left, only the cleanest ones would touch you. He couldn't taint this perfect skin like that.
Your hips lifted to meet him throught the blankets that draped over you. The book thudding to the floor as you both moved. A dance perfected by the years. Your sleep shorts pushed to the side as his fingers wondered to find the wetness that lingered there. Your own hands finding his hardness through the opened zipper of his pants.
It was always desperate the first round. A feral act of rememberence as he tried to earth himself. As if there was nothing he could do but sink himself into you when he returned. Your teeth grazed his neck, muscles tensing as he freed himself.
He exposed your sex with two hooked fingers against the fabric of the shorts. Your glistening lips waiting for the broad tip that kissed against them. Waiting for him to push the length you were so excited for inside you. You welcomed the first inches with a squeeze, a grunt from him followed your action. Neither of you spoke, words weren't needed in this connection. Your actions became greedy, heels digging in the soft mattress as you tried to lift your hips higher. Desperate to feel him fully sheathed inside you.
Leon felt his head empty as he pumped into you. Pulling himself out all the way just to slam back harder, his hand cupping your head to protect it from the headboard as he drived you up the bed. His nose buried in your hair taking in your fresh scent like he was some primal mate. He felt you ground him, getting lost in the pulses of your velet walls as the pleasure he offered you wracked through your body.
Your pussy quivered with your release as his balls soon emptied. The worrying thoughts and nightmares following as he collapsed against you once more. Your fingers working their way through his hair as his cock emptied itself inside you.
Neither of you spot in the connection, his softening cock pluging the warmth of his seed inside of you as he held you. It would be better the next round, you knew as much as his fingers teased your nipples from where they pebbled infront of him. It was only minutes until you felt him hardening inside you again, thumping awake inside your walls.
Until then it was peace, a comfort, silence as you thanked whomever that he returned.
“Y/N, when are you going to settle down? Meet someone nice? Bring them to dinner!” Mrs. L/N asks across the dining table. Y/N’s aunt’s wineglass pauses on its path to her painted lips. The woman narrows her eyes at her sister.
“That’s quite enough from you. Let the girl be. She’ll bring someone home when she is ready.” Y/N’s mom huffs softly and pointedly turns away. Y/N chuckles softly before putting her napkin on the plate and rising, collecting the porcelain.
“You two are too much… I actually have to head out. To visit someone, actually.” The announcement has both Mrs. L/N and Y/N’s aunt raising their eyebrows and blinking like the words hadn’t fully settled. Y/N turns and puts her plate in the dish washer, discarding the square cloth in the basket on the counter that holds other finished napkins.
She gives a little wave paired with a coy smile and slinks out the door, hearing the exclaimed words of her maternal family through the sealed wood.
“WHAT?!” Her aunt finally breaks the shocked silence.
“Y/N L/N! WHO IS THIS MAN?! IT BETTER NOT BE A CRIMINAL!”
~~~
He is a villain by the devil's law
He is a killer just for fun, fun, fun, fun
That man's a snitch and unpredictable
He's got no conscience, he got none, none, none, none
All I know, should've let go, but no
'Cause he's a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't smart
~~~
Zeno is dressed in white. Not the normal white suit, no. This time its a jumpsuit. A black patch over his left chest with a white number embroidered on the little cloth rectangle. Metal cuffs are enclosed around his wrists tightly, the connecting chain ringed around his narrow waist and attached to the cuffs on his ankles as well.
He rolls his neck as he’s led by 5 armed guards-3 to the front, 2 following behind-and in the harsh, sterile white light, the scar that encircles his throat peeks out from the collar of the jumpsuit.
As his eyes, a cool gray with flecks of blue, refocus forward, his lips pull into a smirk that shows just a hint of teeth…
~~~
But mama I'm in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright
All reason aside I just can't deny, I love that guy
~~~
Y/N sits at the metal table in the visitation room. The one with said table and matching stainless steel chairs bolted to the concrete floor. Her posture is rigid. Spine straight as she holds a small wrapped present in her lap. As the outside reader beeps and the reinforced door swings open, Y/N and Zeno’s eyes meet, as if the guards aren’t present or giving Zeno commands.
Zeno raises his chin at Y/N in acknowledgement.
“There she is… My girl…” He purrs, the sound coiling around the room like a pale serpent.
“Keep your hands to yourself. If I, or any of my boys, see you even reach for her, the visit will be cut short and you will be returned to your cell.” The lead guard barks out. Zeno just rolls his eyes with a carefree smirk.
“Yes, yes, of course… You say the same thing every time, even though I have never given you a reason to send me back early.” He settles into the seat across from Y/N, eyes sparkling.
“You came…” He whispers in disbelief.
“I did…” She confirms with a slow nod.
“I was worried your family dinner would keep you past visiting hours…”
Y/N leans forward and smiles.
“Nothing could keep me from coming to see you, Z."
~~~
Mama I'm in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright
All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy
~~~
... Listen... I grew up with lyric fics on DeviantArt. It's the oldest form of writing I've ever posted on the internet.
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✦ Core Writing Tags
#lilith writes → The heart of this blog, where all of my finished stories live.
#written in starlight → A softer echo of my main writing tag.
#written in orbit → Stories written in the moment, unpolished and unbeta’d, just as they came to me.
#another sky entirely → Alternate universes where the rules shift, timelines bend, and familiar characters become something new.
#Lost in Translation → My thoughts, updates, and little fragments that don’t quite fit anywhere else.
#lilith after dark → Content that leans spicier, darker, or a little more indulgent in its themes.
#lilith’s orbit → Posts from friends and mutuals, the stars I like to keep close.
✦ Timeline / AU Tags
#S.T.A.R.S. → Set within the early Resident Evil timeline, typically before or during 1998, often grounded in Raccoon City.
✦ Reader-Insert Pairings
#Wesker x Reader → Stories centered on Albert Wesker and a reader-insert, where tension, control, and connection take the spotlight.
#Leon Kennedy x Reader → Reader-insert stories featuring Leon S. Kennedy, ranging from soft to intense, depending on the pull of the moment.
#Krauser x Reader → Reader-insert stories with Jack Krauser, where strength, edge, and complicated loyalties tend to collide.
#Zeno x Reader → Reader-insert stories featuring Zeno, shaped by whatever dynamic, tone, or chaos feels right in the moment.
✦ Wesker Variants
#S.T.A.R.S.! Wesker → Captain Albert Wesker as he appears in S.T.A.R.S., all smooth charm, quiet control, and something sharper beneath the surface.
#RE4R! Wesker → A colder, more distant Wesker working from the shadows, composed and calculating, with control sharpened into something almost untouchable.
#RE5! Wesker → Post-evolution Wesker at his most godlike and unhinged, where superiority is absolute and affection, if it exists at all, feels more like possession than choice. Obsessed and manic.
✦ Leon Variants
#RE2! Leon → Rookie Leon at the very beginning, earnest and overwhelmed, still soft around the edges… and all the more compelling because of it.
#RE4! Leon → A more hardened, capable Leon shaped by everything he’s survived, balancing dry humor with quiet intensity, where competence comes easily… but peace never quite does.
#Plagas Infected! Leon → Leon under the influence of Las Plagas, caught between himself and something invasive, where control slips and instincts start to take over. He is feral, with his humanity quieter, hunger louder, and what remains of him watches from somewhere deep inside.
#Las Illuminados! Leon → Leon reshaped into something devoted and dangerous, a cultist bound by faith, obedience, and a gaze that feels just a little too intense to escape.
✦ Krauser Variants
#Darkside Chronicles! Krauser → Krauser before the full descent, still a soldier but already cracking, ambition and resentment simmering just beneath the surface.
✦ Misc.
#Shylith → The shipname between @shymoob and I
#Support Your Local Pookies! → An Alternative Mutual Tag
#The Battiest Bat to Ever Bat → @batsybat91
Little Birkin. Big Mistake... {Brothers Best Friend(?)!RE0!S.T.A.R.S.!Wesker x Birkin!Fem!Reader}
Content Warning: Manipulation and psychological tension, Power imbalance, Interrogation setting, Implied unethical science practices, Dark themes and atmosphere, Mentions of arrest and detainment
As always, Reader discretion is advised.
Location: Arklay Laboratories – [REDACTED], USA
Year: 1995
The hum of fluorescent lights was constant in the lab. So constant that Albert Wesker had tuned it out as he moved from station to station, running analyses of samples, reviewing data and singling out key features he wanted to improve. It was peaceful. This is peaceful. This is heaven…
… And then the door hissed open.
Before the metal plate could completely clear the opening, a shoulder collides with it, followed by a muttered indignation.
“Fucking… Stupid door… Fucking thing needs to open faster, I swear to-” William Birkin’s voice filled the once peaceful lab. Wesker didn’t acknowledge his compatriot until the sample he was holding had the pipette out of it, the cap was closed, and the glass vial was back in its secured carrier.
“William….” He began and turned slowly, discarding of the latex gloves he was handling the sample in.
“Forgive my… Crude wording… But…. Who pissed in your cereal today? I haven’t seen you this… Agitated since your confession to Annette was disrupted by a disgruntled oppossum…” Albert snickered.
Usually, Birkin would jab back at the other blond, it would blow up, and the two would be at each other’s throats until the next morning, when one would leave the other coffee on his respective station’s coaster. Today however, Birkin just dropped into the stool next to Wesker and slammed his head onto the metal work surface.
A groan left him, and Wesker’s eyebrow raised at the rare sound.
“... My sister is in town…” William explained, voice muffled.
“... I didn’t even know you had a sister.” Albert retorted flatly.
“Ugh. Because she and I are… Fundamentally different!” The collapsed man squawked before continuing.
“Do you want to know something?? On my way here, I got a call from the police station. Not the one in the fuck-off-far city I thought she was living in, the fucking RPD!!!” Birkin hissed, running a hand through his hair over and over again, disheveling blond locks.
“Albert, she was arrested! And what for, you may ask?? For trespassing! And what’s worse?! SHE BROKE INTO AN ABANDONED BUILDING!” William’s arms fly up and he begins to pace the length of the lab.
“Now I have to go pay her bail and figure out why the fuck she’s here, how long she’s been here, and possibly even change the locks, because I’m fairly sure she has a key to my door still!!!” He shrieks, shoulders heaving with effort.
Wesker just puts a hand on his shoulder.
“William. You are being… A touch dramatic… I do not think you need to go as far as to… Change your locks.” Birkin just stares at him out of the corner of his eye.
“... Aren’t you heading to the RPD today…?” He asks slowly, in that tone that means he’s already thinking about how to word something complex. Wesker’s hand dropped and he slid off his lab coat, draping it over the back of his chair.
“I am. Why? Are you wanting me to deliver a telegram to your delightful little sister?” He snickers. Birkin’s nose scrunches.
“... Don’t… Don’t say it like that… No. You’re opening up a new division in the police department aren’t you? We twisted Iron’s arm to make you captain, didn’t we?”
“... William, I hardly see what my side project has to do with your-”
“You owe me a favor, Albert.” The interjection is sharp. The silence following is sharper.
“... What is it… That you want… William…”
~~~
“What were you looking for?!” The demanding words of Enrico Marini echo in the tight confines of the interrogation room. The officer paces the stretch of tile, eyes wide and wild.
“What was so fucking important that you had to break into a secure facility, risk your life, and get caught by my cops?? HUH??” Marini barks. Y/N’s eyes, half lidded and calm, trace him as he stalks like a stressed out tiger.
“... Your blood pressure must be obscene, officer.” She remarks and leans back on the uncomfortable metal chair.
“I don’t think I want to say anything until my brother arrives. Thank you.” The younger Birkin chirps dismissively, lips curling at the corners and head tilting in mock sweetness.
Enrico’s palm collides with the stainless steel table as the only door to the room swings open. He whips around, eyes narrowed and freezes. Breath caught in his throat.
“I’ll take it from here, Enrico.” A barbed–and yet velvety–voice settles over the ringing from the table’s impact.
“Captain, I was just-”
“I said, I will take it. From here.” Wesker dictates without looking up from the arrest report he’s holding.
Silence settles for a second too long, a sentiment displayed by the Captain’s piercing blue eyes flicking up over his dark lenses. They stare down the officer, almost into submission, before Marini swallows down his protests and stomps towards the entrance, forcing it open with too much force.
As the metal door sings its song of contact, the blond settles gracefully across from Y/N.
He taps the report to straighten it, and lays it flat. Her name displayed in bold on the front page. Her eyes flit from her own name to his face.
“I’m not speaking to you or your… boys until my brother-”
“William sends his well wishes.” Wesker cuts her off, balancing an ankle over his knee and folding his hands. He stares up at her and tilts his head. Despite the dark lenses, she can feel him staring…
Her posture shifts into something less… Rigid. Something nonconfrontational. Carefully rehearsed.
“... He’s not mad at me…Is he?” She coos, tone coated with false sweetness. With a mini shrug, the performance continues.
“I mean, what did he expect? He left such interesting stories out, and I’ve always been an inquisitive little sister… Is that a crime?” Her head tilts, mirroring his and her lashes bat.
When the act doesn’t garner a reaction, she drops it with a huff, rolled eyes, and a hard flopping back against her seat. The Captain raises a perfectly blond eyebrow.
“Stories, Ms. Birkin?” His voice wraps around the interrogation room with an underlying interest woven through the timbre. Y/N’s gaze meets him again. Measures it. Then she speaks.
“... Stories. Fantasies. Ramblings about… Monsters.”
Wesker is silent for a heartbeat; arms crossed over his chest, studying the woman across from him.
“... Monsters, Ms. Birkin?” He finally chuckles. “Such an… Inelegant word for…” He stops himself and grins–lips pull back to reveal perfect white teeth in an expression that feels more like a barring of fangs rather than a smile.
“Why don’t you tell me about these… Imaginary creatures…” He purrs coaxingly.
~~~
“I mean seriously, nicknaming it Tyrant? How… Dramatic.” Y/N snickers softly and shakes her head, continuing.
“But… Willy-boy never was the creative type.” A mocking pout settles on her face as the room falls quiet again…
And then
A sound.
It’s muffled, but in the silence… It’s loud
Laughter.
Y/N’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as her eyes narrow at him. Before she can speak, he raises his head, glasses sliding down just enough for the younger Birkin to meet his wildly manic gaze. Wesker lets his hysterics subside as he sits up, spine straight once more.
“... Ms. Birkin… I have never had anyone shamelessly call my decisions dramatic or lacking creativity…” He hisses through clenched teeth bared fangs.
The room drops a few degrees as the woman swallows and stares at him, still trying to sustain her carefully crafted demeanor.
“What are you talking about…?” She whispers before her eyes go wide.
“... You’re-”
His grin stretches, eyes focused fully on her.
“Nice to meet you, Little Birkin…
My name...
is Doctor Albert Wesker…”
~~~
Fin.
Thank you to @shymoob for beta reading. I love you, wifey <3
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What's really funny about me writing is I will bend over backwards to ensure that a lot of the details I include align with the canon, but when it comes to writing about locations in the RPD, I don't give a single fuck about the layout, the map, or details.
I'm so sorry RPD map truther's (tm), but I have a very specific vision that I need you to see. Heart hands and kissies <3
Also probably posting a S.T.A.R.S. Era!Wesker x Reader tonight. I'm cooking I promise... I'll probs post an actual update after this fic drops. Thank you for your patience!!
I really hope they don't bring Ada back or confirm who Leon is married to. For love of god, just leave it to headcannon please. I'm begging you Capcom 😭
As a newer fan, Leon & Ada's relationship is very 2000s. Let people have their headcannons but please don't force it on me.
I'd much rather get some high-quality Jill content instead.
