Author's note-So, I'll preface this saying I really love crack ships and crossovers. They're fun. I love coming up with random pairings. I wonder if playing Super Smash Bros excessively is the reason why I love crossovers. I've always loved Princess Peach, I consider her one of my most favourite characters. Currently I love Albert Wesker, he reminds me of Peach at least in the sense they're both tall and blonde haired. And then this fanfic was born. This generally was meant to be a somewhat funny fanfic but I wrote it seriously

If you want a vision of the scene, it's this scene ( watch?v=wdKiiqoK_Pw) from the Subspace Emissary mode. Except instead of getting trophified by Bowser, Peach meets Albert Wesker. I also visualize Peach being in her SSBB appearance while Albert Wesker looks the way he does in Resident Evil 5. This is somewhat meant to come across as shippy but feel free to interpret this fanfic differently

No warnings except for Albert Wesker being Albert Wesker

Near the vast lake shore, Princess Peach stood on the dirt. She felt the faint breeze of the wind brush by her face. This place was meant to be something like a sanctuary amongst the chaos of seeing Mario get catapulted into the sky and being separated from Zelda, but Peach could tell her pulse had quickened. Nothing about the lush greens and the bright blue lake calmed her down.

Now Kirby was gone. He just ran off without telling Peach where he was going, leaving Peach alone by the lake. It would've been a good time for a break, but Peach's mind was too distracted by the circumstances. She felt like she couldn't take a break right now, she had to help. But she felt powerless, something she always felt every time she got kidnapped.

The princess noticed a faint hint of black in the distance, her eyes squinted trying to figure out what it was. It was approaching her, or it seemed to look like that. That wouldn't be Kirby, he was pink and round. This shape looked… humanlike. But Peach's mind was at a halt trying to figure out who it could be. It wasn't Mario, he was short. Maybe it was Zelda? If it was her, Peach would've been overjoyed. But Zelda wore a nice white dress with some purple on it.

The shape suddenly disappeared from her view, making Peach widen her eyes. Did she see a human? Or was the heat of the sun getting to her mind? She did feel a little bit overheated in her dress. But she gasped sharply the moment something flew by. It almost hit her but Peach managed to dodge it at the last second. She still thought it was her mind playing a trick on her until the figure's back faced her.

From behind, she could tell it was a man. His long black coat trailed behind him, his fist was clenched and leather squeaked audibly. Peach stared at him, her heart pounding from her brief scare. She debated to herself about bringing out the frying pan or her parasol, but the figure slowly turned around.

He was a tall man, almost eye-level with her. His hair was light blonde and slicked back with so much gel and his eyes were hidden by sunglasses that looked like a dark pool. His thin lips were etched into a scowl, while she backed away cautiously. This man was nobody she could recognize.

"Who are you?" The man spoke first as if knowing what was on her mind.

Princess Peach still examined him. His sculpted facial features made her think of statues that she'd seen in books. The all-black leather outfit he wore already showed he wasn't here to help her.

Her blue eyes were big, really big. He was positive they were as big as the palm of his hand. Her nose was small, while her skin was so smooth that it made him think of porcelain dolls. She almost looked like one herself. Especially with the bright pink dress that somehow looked faded simultaneously. It was so spotless that he was surprised there was no dirt or grass stains on it.

But what caught his attention the most was her lips. Full and marked with a bold red lipstick that contrasted her pink colour scheme. The rest of her pink dress was decorated with fancy frills and intricate designs.

He noticed a sparkle of a teal gemstone worn on her middle finger. She wasn't married.

That was enough scrutinization.

"Who are you?" Albert Wesker called out again.

"Who are you?" Peach asked, almost like she was mocking him.

Her voice was so high-pitched that he wondered how it was that high. It didn't hurt his ears but it was on the edge of being almost grating to him. He forced himself to focus on the situation.

"My name is Albert Wesker," Albert Wesker introduced himself to the mysterious woman.

"Peach," Peach replied casually like she was catching up with an old friend.

Albert Wesker? That makes him sound like an old man, Peach thought to herself. "Are you royalty, Albert?" Peach asked next.

The question made Albert Wesker freeze. Was she a queen? Was that why she dressed up like one? But her golden crown was too small for a queen.

Peach looked like she stepped right out of a fairytale. Maybe he accidentally stepped into one by mistake.

"What are you? A queen?" Albert Wesker questioned in a tone that sounded condescending. Peach didn't seem to notice.

"No. I'm a Princess," Peach answered sincerely.

Albert Wesker scratched his cheek with his pinky finger. He tried to figure out how to say his next words. The way she dressed finally made sense to him. She was a princess, lesser than a queen. He remembered her asking if he was royalty. It made him feel somewhat flattered she thought that at first glance.

"I am not royalty," Albert Wesker finally answered. "But I am… a god."

His voice was aristocratic, deep, almost impossibly smooth. Peach widened her eyes at his response.

"A god? Of what?" She asked incredulously.

Disbelief, he already can sense it in her tone. His scowl disappeared and a smirk emerged on his face.

"You don't know about me, do you, princess?" He replied in a smug tone.

He took one step towards her. Peach took a step back, which made him take another step. The Great Shore was impossibly wide, he could probably keep stepping towards her for eternity. Peach stopped herself, causing Albert Wesker to walk up to her and invade her personal space. She got a clearer look at his face. Pale with no facial hair on his face.

His eyes flashed red for the briefest second and Peach realized he wasn't something human.

"Albert, wait-" Peach tried to say but Albert Wesker didn't give her any time to wait or even reconsider.

His black-gloved hand immediately gripped her forearm, gloved fingers brushing dangerously close to the top of her long white gloves, where her bare skin was. Her stomach flip-flopped as she attempted to wrestle his hand off her arm, but it was worthless. He could hear her breathing, feel her struggle as she tried.

It was intoxicating to him.

Despite being at eye level with him, Peach felt small. He made her feel smaller than Bowser ever would. Yet, he was human like her. Or rather, he was the shell of a human. If that was truly what he meant by being a god.

At this point, he would've just killed her. Instead, he had a feeling that she had potential, and could work well under the right circumstances.

Maybe she could prove herself to be a goddess along with him in his new world, or she could be a helpful pawn in his game.

Especially in this new environment.

Without another word, he dragged her off with him. Peach didn't have any other choice, being forced to come with him. She remembered Kirby. She didn't know where he was and she could only hope that Kirby was safe as Albert Wesker hauled her to god knows where.

Author's note-I do have other crack pairs related to Resident Evil characters but Idk if I'll write any of them yet…

Also fun fact, Princess Peach is 6'1" while Albert Wesker is 6'3"