#ethan winters fanfiction

[dmitriene]

— ethereal resonance.

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «surrender to my pain»

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌«locked inside my cage»

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌«could i be a prisoner»

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «for the voices in my brain»

summary: in the daily struggling with the viscous abyss of unhappiness, tears and an irresistible desire to reunite with your lost love, an unexpected and mystical connection arises. content: ethan winters x gn reader tags: angst, emotional hurt, character's dead, mentions of breakdown - depression - suicidal thoughts and sensitive topics, lack of communication, slightly comfort at the end and the start. author's note: hello sweets!! i'm happy to present you my first work with ethan which is slightly sad and contains sensitive themes, so i hope you'll like it! enjoy your reading) 🌫️

Your once happy marriage to Ethan was a cocoon of warmth and love, your home a haven filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the comforting familiarity of each other.

Each morning began with the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains and casting a warm golden glow throughout your shared bedroom, when you woke up you were greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and Ethan's gentle kisses on your forehead, setting the tone for another wonderful day together.

Your days were filled with stolen glances and shared smiles, small gestures that spoke volumes about your love, the walls of your home were adorned with photographs of your happiest moments — holidays on sunny beaches, cozy evenings by the fireplace and stolen kisses in the rain, these photographs served as a constant reminder about the love you shared.

The evenings were a symphony of togetherness, you cooked dinner together, the aroma of your favorite dishes filled the air, the dinner table was a platform for conversations that seemed to have no end, where you shared your thoughts, hopes and fears, the quiet sound of your laughter echoed through everyone corner of your house.

But then this happiness was cruelly taken away.

The day Ethan died, your world fell apart.

The atmosphere in your home became one of unbearable sorrow and oppressive emptiness, every room was cold and silent, devoid of the warmth that once filled it, once loved photographs now served as a painful reminder of what was lost.

Your days became an endless cycle of despair, you retreated from the world, locked in the house that was once your refuge of warmth and love, the curtains remained drawn, casting an eternal shadow over your life, the house became a labyrinth of memories with a piece of Ethan kept in every corner, a reminder of a life lost.

Every night you retreated to your shared bedroom, tears staining the pillow where you once shared dreams and whispered sweet nothings, sleep was elusive and when it came, it brought dreams of being reunited with Ethan, dreams that were both balm and torment.

The morning was the cruelest part of your day, you woke up to a world that seemed emptier with each sunrise, the first rays of sunlight that were once a joyful greeting now only illuminated the harsh reality of your loneliness, your bed that once was a place of general warmth and intimacy became cold and deserted.

Tears became your constant companion, a river of sadness that flowed endlessly from your eyes, they wet your pillows and stained your cheeks — a tangible manifestation of the pain rooted in your soul, each tear contained the weight of your grief, a heavy burden that threatened to consume you .

The rest of the day passed in a blur, you moved through life like a ghost, cut off from the world around you, ordinary tasks seemed insurmountable and simple solutions became overwhelming, the atmosphere in your home became oppressive, the walls seemed to close in around you, locking you in a prison of despair.

At night, when darkness fell, the real torment began.

Sleep offered no respite, instead it brought vivid dreams of being reunited with Ethan, in these dreams he was so close, his presence was almost tangible, you could hear his voice, feel his touch and for a brief moment were transported back to the time when your love was alive and well.

But then, cruelly, you woke up.

The atmosphere of these moments of semi consciousness was in stark contrast to the dreams, you jerked in bed and the crushing reality of Ethan's absence crashed down on you, the room would be immersed in shadows and the silence would be deafening.

Gradually, thoughts of suicide began to enter your mind like an inexorable storm, the quagmire in your thoughts was suffocating, as if a dark cloud had descended over your consciousness.

She whispered to you, offering an escape from unrelenting pain, a way to reconnect with the love you so desperately missed.

Every day became a battle between the desire to be free from suffering and the faint glimmer of hope that still simmered within you, your existence was a constant struggle, a war between the darkness that threatened to consume you and the memory of the love that once brought you so much joy.

In those moments of despair, it seemed as if there was no way out of the suffocating cocoon of grief and longing, and you were adrift in a sea of sadness, desperately searching for a lifeline to hold on to, a way to find meaning and purpose in a world that had lost its shine.

Then, one evening, an unexpected glimmer of light and the somehow familiar sound of Ethan's voice broke the suffocating silence.

The scenery changed again, but this time it was as if a faint thread of hope had made its way through the darkness, the soft yellow light that danced in the corners of your house seemed like a lifeline, a connection to the love you had lost.

Ethan's voice, a soothing whisper in the silence, seemed to call you, telling you to hold on, as if he was trying to convey something, to tell you that in some form he was still with you, the sharply empty space was filled with the feeling of his lingering presence, and you clung to these manifestations of his existence in your head.

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

These moments of unearthly connection became your lifeline, the only thing that kept you from the abyss of despair.

The yellow lights and his voice were a fragile bridge to the life you once knew — a reminder that love, in one form or another, can survive even in the darkest of times.

The cemetery was shrouded in a heavy, gloomy atmosphere — as you approached it, your footsteps echoed along the gravel path, the sky above was overcast, casting a dull gray pallor on the landscape, and the air was thick with the weight of sadness.

The road leading to the cherished grave was lined with silent rows of tombstones, evidence of the countless lives that came before, and the inevitable end that brought you here.

As you approached the grave, the world around you seemed to recede, leaving you in a bubble of isolation, your steps slow and heavy — each one a reluctant step closer to your heart's desire to be reunited with Ethan in the land of the dead.

You stood in front of a grave, the final resting place of a loved one, the tombstone was a stark reminder of the permanence of death, the world felt still as if it was holding its breath in awe of the pain that brought you here, the tombstone served as a stark reminder — a reminder of a reality that is impossible to escape leave.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch the cold stone surface, your fingers tracing the letters of Ethan's name as tears welled up in your eyes, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only you and the memory of your lost love.

In a voice choked with melancholy, you whispered — «I can't live without you, Ethan, life has lost all meaning»

But then, in a moment that surpassed all reason and expectation, the dull gray sky above seemed to part, allowing grains of golden light, reminiscent of the sun, to form in the air out of nowhere and fall directly onto Ethan's gravestone, enveloping him in a warm, ethereal light.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched in amazement, the light intensifying, swirling and merging until it formed the unmistakable shape of the letters.

The words became clear, shining brightly in the golden light and seemed to float in the air — «I want you to live, love, please..»

Shock and disbelief filled you as you read the message, as if Ethan's very essence had taken shape in those glowing letters, you couldn't understand what was happening, maybe it was some strange trick of the light, or maybe your grief stricken feelings were playing tricks on you a cruel joke?

As you continued to look at the inscription, the realization slowly dawned on you, this was not a trick, not a mere coincidence, it was Ethan's voice, his presence reaching out to you from beyond the grave, he was still with you, even if not in a physical sense, but in such a way that he overcame the boundaries of life and death.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, a mixture of relief, gratitude and overwhelming emotions, that made you silently fell to your knees in front of the gravestone, reaching out your hands to touch the words as if confirming their reality — «Ethan» you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of joy and sadness — «You're still here with me..?»

The environment seemed to respond with a light breeze that rustled the leaves of nearby trees, calming with its caress, and it was then that you realized that Ethan was still with you, albeit not in the physical sense, but in the sense that went beyond the boundaries of the possible and familiar.

You were no longer alone, you had Ethan with you, a presence that defied the limits of mortality, and a love that could never truly be extinguished.

And as you cried tears of loss and gratitude, you made a silent promise to fulfill his wish, to cherish the memory of your love and to find a way to move forward, to live knowing that a part of Ethan would always be there— your side.

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[dollita-fawn]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ❦

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 [RE men] [RE ladies] [Donna Beneviento] [Leon]

!! some of these need to be re-written. plz bear with me !!

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 ❦

❣︎ Much needed company (Sugar Daddy! Leon x Fem!) 18+

❣︎ A Step Further (Virgin! Re2 Leon x Gn!) 18+

more coming soon

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 ❦

❣︎ Playing Catch Up {part 1 }(sugar daddy chris x fem!) 18+

more coming soon

𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ❦

❣︎ Ink Temptress (Tattoo Artist! Jill x Fem! Reader) 18+ [Part 2]

❣︎ breakfast in bed (fluff drabble)

more coming SOON

𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 ❦

❣︎ Uncanny Reunion (Nemesis x Fem! Reader) 18+

no plans for more

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 ❦

❣︎ Sweet Surrender (knifeplay with wesker x fem) 18+

❣︎ A Warm Welcome Home (Stepdad! Wesker x Fem!) 18+

❣︎ In a Time of Need (Post RE5 Wesker x Gn!) 18+

❣︎ Missed Deadlines (STARS Captain! Wesker x Fem rookie) 18+

❣︎ Partner in Crime (Boss! Wesker x Fem! Assistant) 18+

❣︎ Paternal Paradox (Husband Wesker x Fem!) 18+ [Part 2] sfw

❣︎ Nsfw Alphabet (headcannons// wesker x gn! Reader) 18+

more coming soon

𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚 ❦

❣︎ Exotic Temptations (Stripper! Luis x Fem!) 18+

more coming soon

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 ❦

❣︎ Another way to pay (Merchant x Fem!) [Part 2] 18+

more coming soon

𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❦

more coming soon

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 ❦

❣︎ Guilty Pleasure (Best friend’s older sister! Bela x Fem!) 18+

[Part 2]

❣︎ Where The Sun Sets (vamp stuff w bela x fem!) 18+

more coming SOON

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 ❦

❣︎ Make Me Bad (dbf! Heisenberg x Fem!) 18+

more coming SOON

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 ❦

❣︎ Finding Beauty in the Dissonance (drabble) 18+

more coming soon!

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐊𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 ❦

❣︎ “if I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie.” (dads boss, krauser) 18+

[refiwrites]

ethan winters? carlos oliveira? leon kennedy? luis sera? chris redfield?

i can take all of them. but not in a fight

[wrathful--artist]

Infected/Zombie Reader helping RE men (Leon K., Carlos O., & Ethan W.)

Somewhat based on that one zombie reader post by @qdbs-writes because honestly it was really cute and this idea has been bouncing in my brain for a bit. I’m going to preface that I’ve only played RE2R, but I have a vague understanding of the RE lore and stories, i’m only doing these three because I know them the best, if I knew chris better I would’ve added him

(this is just a suggestion but here’s what’s damaged on your zombie body: right eye gone, right cheek crewed off, left shoulder nearly gone, and several bites all around)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE2)

You’re one of the many, many, people who fled to the RPD to escape the growing hoards of zombies, unfortunately you were infected early on and hid out in one of the many storage rooms as you succumbed to the virus

…but your conscious stays somewhat intact, sure every thought is slower and less verbose but you still have some of it left, speaking is hard as well but you can speak to some degree

you stay on the third floor, observing Marvin and eventually Leon once he comes in

You’re enamored as soon as you see him, so you decide to try and help him as he goes through the entire RPD, placing some ammo here, some boards there, in general helping out behind the scenes despite how slow you move

This slowness bites you when you go down to the main hall to place a green and red plant you had found next to the typewriter, since Leon had been limping for quite awhile around the RPD

You gently place the two plants (still in the containers, you can’t grind them up due to the shakiness in your zombified hands) but you hear Leon coming down from the second floor library so you try and shuffle back into a room to hide again, until you hear the click of his gun

You turn around and see Leon, gun raised to likely give you a headshot like he’s given to plenty of the other zombies around (you know since you’ve seen plenty bodies with exploded heads..)

So you just, start shuffling backwards with arms raised in peace, mumbling ‘sorry.. sorry.. please, no.. hurt’ as best you can with your undead voice, which comes out pretty rough

Leon was about to shoot you but as soon as he saw you back away and mumble what sounded like human speech and not just growls and rumbles, so he lowers his gun slightly, tilting his head at you

You escape into the west office, and Leon fully lowers his gun and then looks at the plants you left him (he uses them, he’s not an idiot to ignore a healing item when he’s been at ‘danger’ for 2 hours)

When Leon unlocks the Goddess statue you come out from hiding and softly approach, and hand him some ammo and healing items “good.. byye..” you say to him look at him with your singular eye (you lost the other one when you got infected) before starting to walk off

Leon watches you walk away, about to hide again and he hesitates before saying “Wait, would you… like to come with me?”.

He watches you turn slightly and grumble “..you.. sure?”

He nods at you and you walk back up to him, and follow him as he goes down the stairs

Bonus:

During the G-3 fight you help by throwing yourself at him and stab one of the eyes with a knife Leon gave you, smiling in triumph when you stab an eye fully

Ada is very cautious and nearly shoots you several times, she thinks you’re just in the early stages of infection and she doesn’t want you killing her pawn (leon) before he gets the virus for her

When you get on the train Claire and Sherry are a bit wary of you but during the trip they start to like you, Leon’s account helps a lot as well

Carlos Oliveria (RE3)

Similar to Leon’s, you’re one of the people who fled to the RPD and got infected, and hid in a storage room (this storage room was clearly for all the Christmas decor… the bells gave it away)

You picked off the bells and kept them in a small box, as well as stealing post-it notes and a pen from the west office

From the second floor you watch Carlos and Tyrell make their way in, watching them scope out the place

As soon as you saw Carlos, you muttered under your breath “he..h.. scruffy..”

You noticed he was having a hard time with the Lickers, so you decided to make use of the bells you took, throwing them down hallways out of sight of Carlos so the Lickers chased the noise

He heard the chiming, making a remark like “The hell is that coming from?”

After awhile of doing this, you decided to just gift Carlos the bells

You place them on a desk with the brightest sticky note you could find

He finds it, noticing the stark contrast of the gloomy environment of the RPD, and reads the note

‘For the licks! Hold tighy in hnd then throw, it loud so they chse! : )’ was written on the note, it was hard to read being a shaky and messy handwriting but he got the general idea, chuckling at the squiggly smily face on it

He opens and sees 4 tiny golden bells

He looks around, hoping to maybe find who put it there but finds nothing, nothing but a hunched over dead (?) zombie next to the desk “Whoever put this here, Thanks, and thanks for probably being the reason for saving my ass a few times”

He leaves and you say to the air “no.. problemmm..!”

You start following him around and so he eventually notices you, and nearly shoots you on the spot before you move your hand to ring the golden bell you kept and attached to a string as a necklace

He relaxes a bit but keeps his guard up until he realizes that you’re just an innocent smart (questionable) zombie!

Bonus:

Before realizing that you weren’t gonna hurt him, he really thought you were because you kept staring up at his head… In reality you just really wanted to pet his hair, but because words are hard when you’re a zombie and you didn’t wanna get shot you just didn’t say anything

(You eventually did get to touch his hair, muttering a “soooft.. so.. soooft!”)

In that helicopter cutscene when Nicholai is about to shoot Jill, you jump from nowhere and tackle the guy by the neck; Carlos shouts in exclamation “Hell yeah! Get him!” before Nicholai punches your jaw right off (ouch)

Ethan Winters (RE7)

In this case you’re kinda like Ethan if he didn’t get all his memory and body transferred (does.. does that make sense???)

Since the moment Ethan stepped into the Baker House, you’ve been watching him

While you can’t remember most of your past, you know you were human like him, and watching him brings you a sense of… comfort. So you watch as he explores the house, trying to find Mia

Sometimes you forget what you’re doing and make noise, making Ethan more paranoid as he goes through the house (you felt bad every time you accidentally spooked him)

Watching him getting attacked by Mia was a nightmare, and you felt like you shouldn’t intervene… until Mia stabbed him in the hand

You emerged from the shadows (and mold..) and pulled her off of Ethan, giving a soft growl at her before she tried to attack you. You sidestepped and pushed her into the wall, which caused her to knock her head against the wall and faint

You stared down at her before turning to Ethan, who was a bit put off by your appearance

“You’re… hurt. Follow.” and you start walking to where a first aid liquid was hidden away and hand it to him

After patching him up you go over to the boarded up door and started to remove the wood with ease, before Mia got back up and threw Ethan through the nearly open door. You yelp (with some scratchiness) at that before running up to try and help, but then Ethan swung an axe into her neck.

You look at him and see the horror in his eyes at what he’s just done, you reach out to touch his back before slightly withdrawing; “you… oo-kay?” You asked in a low voice, and he shook his head before standing up and making his way deeper into the house, fully ignoring you after that.

So you follow, wanting to make sure he’s okay. He’s the only thing human in this house (for now)

Then Mia comes back again, of course, stabbing Ethan in the hand with a screwdriver this time. You run up and start trying to pry it out of the wall and his hand, before you see Mia coming with a chainsaw. She slashes with the chainsaw, cutting you in half at the shoulder before hitting Ethan’s wrist.

You blackout for awhile, coming to after about an hour as your body of mold stitches itself back together into one solid form again

Submerging into the mold, you reform in the living room adjacent to the nightmare dining room, seeing the back of Ethan tied in one of the chairs

You carefully untie him from the chair, before being noticed Marguerite pulled you up by the hair unto the table

You reach into a clump of mold and pull a smoke bomb before pulling Ethan out of the chair and away

From there on you helped him the best you could

Bonus:

You alway try and take the hits for him, he’s still fleshy and human, you can take it! He’s still worried for you despite the fact you can patch yourself back together.

When Ethan dies and becomes mold, you feel bad for him. You don’t tell him, since if he thinks he’s still human, then he’s still human to you.

After the BSAA comes you don’t know what to do, you assume you’re going to be left there or be experimented on… but Ethan calls your name (that you told him at some point, it’s one of the only things you have left from before being molded) and gestures you to come with him, you come close before fearfully looking at Chris, but he just nods and lets you on the helicopter.

OKAY WOW this is… something. I don’t know. I kinda gave up in that last one despite Ethan being my favorite next to Leon. I really hope, that this is good, im some way, amd i hope i didnt totally screw the canon, ahhh. Hope people like thissss,,, would’ve done art but i’ve got art block

[poisonousash]

How Ethan is portrayed in ship fics:

Mithan

Alcithan

Winterfield

Lethan

Wintersberg

[seventhcirclesbian-art]

Chapter 6 Art for Drown the Specter

That coat was too damn hard to draw in that pose so I forwent it.

As per usual, the link to the fic in question ---

[anasanthology]

Two’s A Company, Three’s A Crowd, Four… is Just Perfect

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please), praise kink, breeding kink, very light choking, lowkey Soft Dom!Ethan Winters, possibly super light degradation but not really, overall pretty tame, fem-specific gendered terms. Not proofread.

Notes: MY FIRST FIC BE NICE!!! Honestly, I can’t tell if this is bad or not 👀 This took me days to finish because I lost energy like half way through 😭 Sorry if it’s a little ooc, I tried to not do that but it might be 🫣 ANYWAYS, hope you like it 😁 if you have any comments JUST SAY THEM they will be appreciated 💕 hope you like, lovelies ☺️

3.6k words | Ethan Winters x AFAB!Reader

You stand on the porch of a small townhouse. Feeling the cool air blow around you, you try to make yourself smaller in your coat. It was freezing outside, but gas was expensive so you walked. The sweet burn of prolonged cold nipped at your fingertips and exposed ankles. The distant cries of a young child getting louder, accompanied by heavy fevered footsteps. The door swings open and a man pokes his head out giving you a weak tired smile.

“Are you the babysitter?”

“Yes.”

That was 9 months ago, and you wouldn’t have even imagined that would have led to this.

***

“What?” Your eyes widened. ‘What did she just say?’

“I asked if you could give me a little sister. My friend has a little sister and she said that her daddy helped her mommy build her in her tummy.” Rose kept on coloring with her crayons as she talked, “Mommy’s not here, but daddy could help you,” She smiled at you then looked towards her father, “right daddy?” Ethan’s body visibly tenses at the question and he lets out an awkward laugh.

“I don’t think it works like that Rosie.”

“Why not?”

“Cause…” he swallows thickly, “cause it has to be a mommy and daddy, and she’s not a mommy.” Rose crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks.

“That’s dumb!” She throws her crayons onto the paper and pouts.

“How ‘bout we go to bed, Rose.” You suggest.

“‘M not tired!”

“If you lay down now I’ll have time to read you that book you like, I’ll even do the funny voices.” Rose’s entire demeanor changes.

“Really? Like it when you do the fish, it’s silly.” She giggles.

“It is silly, now let’s go!” You grab Rose’s hand and lead her to her room to put her to bed. “Long ago, a young girl went with her mother to pick berries for her father who was hard at work…” You read to her making sure to do the voices extra dramatic, you always added in new voice lines to make it a little more entertaining and she loved it everytime.

***

“She’s asleep.” You walk into the kitchen finding Ethan pouring a glass of wine.

“She loves it when you read to her. Thought it was gonna be a lot harder to get her to bed since she missed her nap today.” Ethan huffed with amusement. “I can never get her down that easily, she always says I’m doing the voices wrong and that you do it better.”

“Does she really?” You walk up to the counter he’s standing by.

“Every time.” He laughs then holds his glass to you, “you want some?”

“Maybe a glass, I don’t wanna stumble home.”

“I’ve told you that I could pay for your gas to and from here, it’s not that big of an expense and it’s getting cold out.” That was Ethan, always worried about everyone else even when it inconvenienced him.

“No,” you just shake your head, “I don’t mind it. Plus, I get more steps in.”

“If your legs get cut off from frostbite you won’t get any steps in.” He starts pouring you a glass, he had already taken one out for you before you even came into the room.

“God, Ethan!” Your eyes widened and you laughed, “you’re so morbid!”

“I’m just trying to look out for you,” he slides you your glass, “and if you can’t babysit anymore I don’t think Rose will ever sleep again.” You take a sip of your drink and slosh the wine around your glass.

“Guess I’ll have to start searching for wheelchair ramps then!”

“Okay, smarty pants.” Ethan rolls his eyes.

“Or you could get her that sister, bet a new baby in the house will tire her out.” You nudge his shoulder and giggle. Ethan’s body tightens up next to you.

“Oh I… yeah that could work.” He laughs nervously and looks away as a light blush dusts his cheeks. “I’m sorry for that by the way, she… Rose has been asking for a sister since I started socializing her at that parent support group place.” You notice his embarrassment and lean in.

“Oh don’t worry, Ethan. She’s just a kid, she didn’t know what she was saying. Bet though if you bring it up in like ten years she’ll be totally embarrassed!” Ethan lets out a soft laugh but is still visibly tense.

“Yeah, probably…” he chews his lip and sucks in a breath.

“You ever thought about it?”

“W-what?” He seemed to just about jump out of his skin.

“Have you ever thought about having another kid?” You give him an amused look.

“Oh. Uh… sometimes.” Color fills his cheeks and he looks away. It was a lie. He thought about it constantly. All Ethan wanted was more kids. He just understood how much he already struggled raising Rosemary alone, and didn’t want her or another kid to suffer from his irresponsibility. 

“What did you think I meant?” You giggled and leaned in a little further, now starting to enter his space. Maybe it was the wine that emboldened you, or maybe that was just your excuse.

“I uh…” he huffed out a laugh, “I thought you meant kids with you specifically.” Immediately after saying that he realized what had just left his mouth. Wine always seemed to make him unable to shut up.

“Oh.” Your face heated up not expecting him to be so straightforward. “Well, have you?” You ask in a quieter voice.

“No! I…” he exhales and looks over at you, you guys just look at each other in silence for what feels like forever. “Yes.” His voice was so quiet if you hadn’t been laser focused on him you would’ve missed it.

“Really?” You whispered back. You didn’t sound angry or even surprised, just hopeful. He nodded.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Yes.” You answered immediately, what did you have to hide now? He wanted it too.

“You have?” Ethan looks at you completely shocked. After the words left his mouth he expected you to yell at him, slap him even, for being a creep—rightfully so, in his opinion—and then quit on the spot, not agree.

“I have.” You bite your lip and look into your glass, heat starts climbing to your face. The fact that you had thought about that… Ethan could feel his cock start to kick at his thighs.

“And what are we gonna do about that?” His voice came out a lot shakier than he intended. Sounding more like he was genuinely curious rather than confident and flirty like he intended. It didn’t matter though, hearing those words come from him made your breath hitch.

“Well…” you bite your lip thinking for a minute. ‘Oh what the hell.’ Grabbing his shirt you pull him closer and press your lips to his. It wasn’t really a hot passionate kiss, more just a ‘I really hope you don’t fire me’ kiss, well at least it wasn’t at first. Ethan’s body relaxes after a few seconds, his hands come to your waist to pull you against him. The tip of his tongue peeking from between his lips to lick a hot stripe across your bottom lip. Suddenly you’re jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter and parting your thighs so he can slot himself between them. You let your hands wander behind his back and grab at his shirt as his start to rub at your sides. One of them runs up your body to press against your neck. Your body straightens and you break the kiss with a pant.

“You like that?” He pulls back a little further so he can look from your eyes to your kiss-swollen lips. Swallowing thickly as you try to respond to his words, yet nothing seems to come out. “Hmm?” He squeezes your throat lightly and you whine. Slick pools into the gusset of your panties. You try and push your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs, only leaving you wanting and squirmy as your knees push against the sides of his hips. 

“Mmh, yeah you do.” He squeezes your neck again softly and you continue to unsuccessfully try to clench your thighs together searching for friction. Noticing this, he lets his other hand fall to your thigh so that he can pull you closer to him. Not quite close enough to feel him where you need it.

“I do, I like it.” You nod your head as you talk quietly, your eyes glazing over with want.

“Yeah?” The hand on your thigh climbs up to rest on where your thigh meets your hip and he lets his thumb run along the crotch seam of your pants. “Pretty girl.” He presses his thumb in and watches your face, seeing the way your eyelashes flutter and how your lips part slightly as you gasp. You look down to where his thumb rubs at your cunt. The fabric separating him from actually touching you providing a much needed friction on your clit.

“Ethan…” your voice nothing but a whiny whisper.

“Hmm? What sweetheart?” The hand on your throat coming up to your jaw, his thumb swiping across your lower lip making you shiver. “You want something?” He keeps eye contact and keeps rubbing his thumb around your lips. Letting his finger dip into your mouth slightly, going in and out, back and forth, slowly, never letting it move in far enough. He rubs your saliva across your lips on every hot drag out of your mouth. Your lip starts to quiver and you move your head forward a little, trying to take his thumb deeper into your mouth.

“Mmm, yes.” He bites his lip and breathes out heavily. You wrap your tongue around his thumb and start licking tentative stripes up his finger, getting more confident as his jaw slacks.

“Keep going,” he whispers, “just like that.” You let your lips close around his finger so you can start sucking around his thumb. “Oh, good girl. Doing so good for me.” His head tilts back a little before he catches himself so he can keep watching the way your lips move when you suck him in. You pull your lips off him with a pop and a string of spit connects his thumb to your lips.

“Ethan, I want more.” You take your arms from his body and put your hands on the counter, leaning back.

“You want more, what?” He raises his brows at you.

“I want more of you, want more touching.” You lean in, biting your wet lips and smiling softly.

“No.” He lets his hands move to sit over yours, pressing them softly into the counter as he leans in to you even further than you did him. “I was telling you to ask for more.” His voice is firm but gentle, and any doubt he had in the beginning was gone. It made you wet. You couldn’t help but squirm a little at what was happening, or the implication of what it could mean for later.

“Oh okay…” you swallow, “Ethan, I want more, please?” Your voice comes out whiny and shaky. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” He starts unbuttoning and unzipping your pants before helping you to stand. He stands back to watch you as you start pulling your jeans down. Ethan watches you bend forward, the way your hands slide down your legs. You're making sure to pull them off slowly and completely so you don’t look like an idiot struggling out of your pant legs. You push them to the side and look up at him as you stand. Finally really paying attention to him rather than what he’s doing. Seeing you look at him like that, he palms himself over his jeans. You stand all the way up and pull your shirt over your head. Tossing it aside before putting your hands behind your back. Biting your lip as you look from his face down to the hand that teases his cock through his pants.

“Turn around and bend over, baby.” He looks you up and down like you’re a toy and keeps touching himself.

“M’kay.” You turn around like he asks and bend yourself forward till you can feel the cold surface against your cheek.

“Good girl.” His hand roams up the back of one of your thighs all the way up to rub your lower back. You arch for him, picking your head up and putting your arm over each other in front of you. He breathes out heavily and steps forward pressing himself against your hip.

“Oh look at you. You wanna be touched don’t you, baby?” You nod your hand and bury your face in your arms. “Yeah you do.” Ethan leans in pressing his front to your back and hooks his finger under the band of your underwear. He pulls it back a little and lets it slap back against your skin softly with a smile. His hand moves down to cup your sex, the feeling making you whine. “You’re so wet. Did I do this, Hmm? You’re wet for me?” He whispers right against your neck and you nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, ‘m wet for you.” He starts carding his fingers through your slit over your underwear, soaking them even more.

“Mmm, which part? Was it when I squeezed that little throat, or maybe…” Ethan leans in further so you can feel his lips ghost over your neck, “or maybe it was when I said I fantasized about knocking you up?” You could feel your pussy gush into your panties as you moan at his words.

“Oh? Which one?” The smirk in his voice is audible.

“I… both.” Your breath is shaky and your face heats up at having to admit that.

“Both? Well I guess we’ll have to do both then. Won’t we, sweetheart?” Your lips push together hard and you press back against his hand, still sliding lazily against your slit. His hand moves up and he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear again, but this time he starts pulling them down. Strings of slick connect you to your panties as he pulls them away.

“Look at you, so needy.” His fingers return to your slit and you arch back more. “Aww, you’re getting me all messy, baby. You know, I bet I could slip right into this needy little cunt without any preparation. You’d take it all wouldn’t you?” His fingers move to toy with your clit making you gasp.

“Mhm.” Your voice is muffled but he can still hear how whiny your tone is.

“But I’m not that mean, even though I know you’d like it. I’ll get you ready, baby, wanna hear that pretty voice while I fuck you with my fingers.” He moves his hand to line up one of his fingers and push it inside. “Oh god, so tight. Gonna stretch you out, baby.” He starts slowly dragging his finger in and out of your gummy walls. “You think you can take a little more?” Without even waiting to hear an answer he pushes another finger up into you.

“Etha-“ you whimper and bite your lip, moving backwards and forwards a little to meet his fingers when they push in. He flips his fingers over inside you and starts curling them against that spot inside you making you see stars.

“Pretty girl, you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about doing this. Bending you over the counter and filling you up while you whine and beg. Ask for it, baby. Ask me to fill you up.” He starts curling his fingers harder against your walls, pushing them against you the whole time he drags out. He stands up straight but keeps himself pressed against your hip.

“Please, Ethan. Fill me up, please.” Your voice is high and whiny. He throws his head back with a moan and starts rubbing himself against you.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah you sound so good like that. So so good.” Ethan’s voice is breathy and his other hand starts to toy with his belt, undoing it and pulling it through his belt loops to toss on the floor with a clatter. His fingers start to undo his jeans and he tries to pull them down quickly. “Shit.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss of stimulation. “Be patient, baby.” You look back at him as he pulls his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. When you see his cock spring free you bite your lip and moan. Unable to look away from his leaking pink tip, your thighs clench together and your toes curl in your shoes. Ethan starts teasing the vein going up his length while he watches your face. Your mouth opens in a silent moan at the sight. “You like this, sweet girl? Seeing me touch myself while looking at you all bent over and desperate?”

“Yes, Ethan. Fuck, please, I need it.” You throw your head down onto your arms, unable to watch him any longer afraid you might cum just from seeing him.

“Of course.” He steps forward and starts rubbing his hard cock through your slit.

“Ethan, pl-“ you gasp and throw your head back when he suddenly pushes in about half way. He pulls back and pushes in slowly, going further with each stroke. Ethan’s hands grip the edge of the counter and his head falls forward. He stares intently where you two connect and lets out a quiet moan. The thought of his cock leaking pre-cum into your aching hole makes you clench around him.

“Shit. Oh fuck!” Ethan lets out a strained moan and his hand slides up your back and around your throat. The feeling of his hands on you makes you push back. He grins and squeezes the sides of your throat making you clench around him again. “Oh you do like that don’chu,” he leans forward so he’s pressed against your back and pushes all the way in, his tip touching your cervix, “gonna fill up this little hole while I squeeze your throat. You want that? Want me to cream your cunt while you get choked?” Your eyes roll back and you grind up against him at his words.

“Ethan, mmm please. Oh f…” your eyes start to water and your tongue goes limp in your mouth, “wanna be full.”

“Yeah oh, sweet girl.” He talks softly and starts fucking up into you again making sure to grind his tip right against your cervix. “I’m gonna fill you till it takes, baby.” You’re completely speechless, just moaning and whining completely at his mercy. He pulls you up against him and knocks your legs apart with his foot. His other hand coming up to slip a couple fingers passed your lips, which you immediately start sucking and licking on. “There you go, being such a good girl for me.” Ethan kisses the top of your head tenderly. You make a noise and he immediately takes his fingers out of your mouth to grip your face. “Hmm? What, sweetheart?”

“Wanna be a good girl. Jus’ for you.” The hand on your throat goes down so he can rub and toy with your clit. You moan and squirm against him at the stimulation. “You gonna cum, baby? Yeah, cum right on my cock, make a mess.” Your eyes roll back and fat tears roll down your cheeks to drop onto your chest.

“Ethan I-Ethan, mmm.” You start mumbling incoherently and he finally pushes you over. He slows his movements on you clit but keeps up his pace fucking you through your orgasm.

“Good girl, feel’ so good when you cum.” He pushes you back down on the table abruptly and puts his hands on your back keeping you there. “Take it.”

“Ethan, ‘m so sensitive, please.”

“I said take it.” You couldn’t help but just moan at the way he was talking to you. Ethan was always so sweet, you couldn’t have even imagined he could speak like that. “Oh you like that? You want me to get rough with you? Hmm?” He starts fucking into you harder, his tip bullying into your cervix. Your body just goes limp against the counter and he laughs softly. “Gonna cream this needy cunt. You want that? I know you do, baby, I can feel it.” One of his hands tangles up into your hair and pulls tentatively.

“Ethan.” You couldn’t say anything else, you couldn’t even think.

“Gonna knock you up, pretty girl. I’ll fuck you as much as it takes, till I get to see you all swollen with my child.” His voice starts getting shaky and high. He was watching the way your slick would string between you two everytime he pulled back. Suddenly his moans started to turn into whimpers and you could hear him suck air through his teeth. “Oh fuck…” Ethan throws his head back and pushes all the way into you, pressing his tip right against your cervix. Hot thick stripes of cum painted your walls. “There you go, good girl.” His head tilts back and he closes his eyes. He lets go of your hair and starts running his fingers along your back gently. All that could be heard was the heavy breaths that filled the air. He pulls out and you whine at the empty feeling. “You did so good.” He pulls you straight up against him and holds you. You can feel his cum start to drip and run down your thighs. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Feel good.” Your voice was quiet and weak.

“Yeah? I'm glad, pretty girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kisses your shoulder softly.

“Mmh, m’kay.” You close your eyes and lay your head against him.

“Let’s go.” He picks you up and starts carrying you to the bathroom to clean you off. “Think you’re gonna have to come around more often with a little one on the way.”

***

You were so glad you took this job.

[tacticaldiary]

It Was Never Supposed to Be You

Pairing: Ethan Winters x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

They’re both strung up under the eye of Lady Dimitrescu, and Ethan’s forced to watch the love of his life endure a taste of what he’s used to going through. It ignites a rage in him he didn’t know was possible. 

A/N: A reimagining of the scene where Ethan gets strung up with sickles. 

Masterlist

She doesn’t see it coming. Neither of them do. 

Screams tear out of both their throats as the three woman cackle at them, dragging them along the floor. Panicked, she struggles to get out of the grasp the blonde one has around her ankle, looking over at Ethan to get a sense of the situation. 

Her blood runs cold when she notes that he’s not being dragged by his limbs. 

There are sickles pierced through his ankles, dragging him along the floor. Blood trails on the marble floors of the castle and urgency slams into her. She had to stop this, to save them, to get them out of here and check if he was okay and find Rose and-

They’re thrown into a room, weak and gasping for breath when the towering figure arrives, looming over them with bloodstained lips and a deathly complexation. 

Ethan’s ragged breath reaches her ears as he immediately shuffle his way in front of her, extending out an arm to shield her from the new hostiles. 

She gets a closer look at him, his legs bleeding, a pool of crimson puddling beneath him. It makes her sick, seeing her boyfriend’s physical indication of such hurt. 

They had come here to find Rose after Mia had come over to visit Rose. Ethan and her had separated a year after the Louisiana incident, and he’d found happiness in somebody else, in her. Mia came over to visit Rose, but their dinner was rudely interuppted by Chris Redfield shooting her dead in the middle of dinner. She’d never get the ringing of the bullets out of her head. They were taking her away, they were taking Ethan away, and when she’d tried to defend Rose, to shield her and run, she’d been knocked out and taken as well. 

It was a horrible chain of events. Rose was gone, the village was overrun, and most importantly, four women looked down at them like they wanted to devour them. 

“Mother,” One of the women says gleefully. “We bring you fresh pray.”

“You are so very kind to me, daughters.” The tall one grins, cocking her head as if to size them up. 

“Stay behind me.” Ethan breathes, staring up at them in turn, frantically trying ot click together a plan of action. She clutches onto the back of his jacket, a small sense of comfort.

She’s fully ready to shove him out of the way and take the brunt of whatever was to be thrown at them, that much she knows. She loves this man just as much as he loves her, and it was only logical that if it came down to her life or his, she’d choose Ethan’s every time. 

Rose deserved to have a father, after all. 

She would not let that bundle of sunshine become an orphan. Not of her watch.

“Let’s have a closer look at them, shall we?” She taunts, striding closer. “Ethan Winters.” She drawls, then her eyes flick over to her. “And his lovely companion. I see you’ve escaped my foolish little brother’s games.”

“What do you want?” She spits out, feeling Ethan stiffen under her grasp. “Where’s Rose?” 

Fearless. It was one of the qualities that had drawn Ethan to her in the first place. Ready to take on anything thrown at her, she did not mind in the slightest that he had his demons. Rather, she did her best to fight them alongside him, soothing him during the rough night in a way Mia never could do, helping him through the tests and the demands of the BSAA. 

But right now that bravery instills in him a fear so potent it stuns him.

She is ignored, almost as if she had never spoken in the first place. The woman seems far too taken with Ethan, approaching him. “Let’s see how special you really are.” She sneers, clicking her fingers. 

The both of them struggle and yell in protest as two of the younger women rip her away from Ethan, off to the side, their grips cold and unrelenting as they hold her down. 

“Get the fuck away from him!” She snarls, struggling as the tall woman approaches a pale Ethan with a knife. He looks unwell, and she knows that he’s already rather weak to begin with. Always one to push forward, always insisting he take the lead and the brunt of the damage during all of their encounters. She never lets him, but he manages to protect her anyway, sustaining injuries that would have made her collapse and still pushing through anyway.

Ethan chokes out a gasp as the knife slices through his bandaged palm. She watches in horror as the woman...licks? Licks the blood off of his hand, drinking it in greedily. Sick. These people were sick. 

“Hmm. Going a little stale. I’d assume the same for the other one.” She hums thoughtfully. It makes her stomach turn. 

They go on about devouring them, who gets the first taste, but all she can focus on is Ethan, kneeling there exceptionally pale and panting, trying and failing to get himself to move, to act. 

“...later there will be enough for everyone.” The woman chuckles. “Put them up!” She orders, and before she can make sense of what the woman means, two of the girls approach Ethan with the sickles from before. 

He screams as they hook through both his hands, right through flesh and bone, lets out another choked cry as he’s yanked up by chains and strung there, gasping heavily. “Let me...Let me down!” He chokes out.

“Ethan!” She screams, voice cracking, her struggle intensifying. Shit. Shit. 

“Don’t think we forgot about you.” A voice whispers in her ear. The two women approach her, another set of sickles in hand. 

“No...no!” She yells, struggling to no avail, adrenaline pumping through her veins. 

“Get-...” Ethan coughs, voice shaky. “Stay the fuck away...away f-from her.” He spits out weakly. 

It’s not enough. 

White hot pain cuts through her hands as two sickles impale themselves through her palms. She shouts her pain and doubles over, screaming again when she’s yanked up off of her feet just like Ethan. 

It hurts. It hurts in a way she never thought any kind of pain could. Taking off of her weight, her hands feel like they’re on fire, agony coursing through her muscles. The pained sob tears out of her throat without permission as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

There’s cackling, footsteps, mumbled conversations amongst themselves, and then the click of the door shutting. 

Silence. Just two sets of labored breathing mixed with the occasional whimpers. 

“Are-are you okay?” Ethan grits out. He’s trembling, in agony, but his first thought is of whether she’s okay.

“F-fine.” She gasps out. “Have to- have to get out.” The words cut themselves off with another involuntary sob. It hurts. It really fucking hurts.

“Shit.” She hears him curse under his breath. He shakily looks up at his hands, the gears in his head turning. He swallows, seemingly coming to a decision. She can’t catch what his intentions are quick enough, because before she can protest, he draws in a long, shaky breath-

And yanks until the sickle tears right through his palm. 

His pained scream echoes out through the hall, and it makes her eyes sting with tears. “Ethan...” She gasps. “St-stop that. You’re hurting yourself.” She whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut as he ignores her, and does the same to his other hand, another sound cracking through the room. 

His body hits the floor with a sickening thump, and she can hear him trying to calm himself down, to steady his breathing while he stumbles over to her. 

“I’ve-I’ve got you.” He pants, trying to steady his voice for her. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” 

Hands bleeding, he stumbles over to the chains spiked into the wall, holding her up. Gritting his teeth at the sharp pain that clutching his knife brings him, he wedges the blade into the mechanism and pushes down until it breaks. 

She’s weightless for a moment, and then she hits the ground. The pressure off of her hands is a relief, but the sight of them right in front of her, impaled makes her sick and dizzy. 

Hands on her shoulder, bloody and shaky, but warm and familiar. “You’re alright.” He assures her. “I’ve got you, you’re okay.” 

“There’s still in my hands.” She breathes out slowly, trying to calm herself. 

Ethan clenches his jaw and nods. “I’m gonna get them out, okay? It’ll-It’ll hurt like a bitch but we have to do it.”

She nods. There’s no way around this. She has to get them out. “Shit, okay just-just do it.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she bares her hands at him. 

Ethan guides her head to his shoulder, telling her to brace herself. Pressing her forehead to him, she nods, readying herself. 

The first sickle out makes black dots float around her vision. 

The second one out brings up the bile that’s been churning in her stomach. Leaning to the side, she vomits up the small rations they’ve eaten hours and hours ago, coughing and heaving. Ethan holds her hair out of her face, shaking just as much as she is, whispering that they were alright. 

Once she’s finished, she coughs and straightens up sluggishly, trying to catch her breath. She finds Ethan looking at her intently, watching her for a moment and she thinks she might have caught something like guilt in his soft eyes. 

Unable to stomach that, she looks away, catching sight of a green bottle propped onto the dresser. “Ethan.” She gestures to it, pulling herself to her feet with great difficulty and stumbling over to it. 

She brings the bottle to him and uncorks it, grabbing his hands to pour the miracle liquid over them, when it’s plucked straight out of her hands. 

“You first,” Ethan says shakily, not giving her a chance to protest. He pours the liquid over both of her hands in turn, making sure the wounds stitch close before letting her tug the bottle away. 

The cool liquid over his hands tears a relieved sigh out of him, the pain ebbing away and subsiding. 

For a moment, they both flex their hands, testing the function of their fingers in mutual silence, checking themselves over for how they feel. 

Then she launches herself onto him, Ethan’s arms wrapping around her waist instinctively. She kisses him urgently, quick but meaningful. 

“I thought we were going to die.” She mumbles against his lips. “Scared me to death.”

“Me too.” He admits when she pulls away. His eyes roam over her body as if scared he’d suddenly find another massive stab wound or puncture. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Me too.” She chuckles nervously. “We’re alright.” He nods in agreement.

“We’re fine.” He confirms, trying to convince both her and himself. He stands and offers her a hand, pulling her to her feet. “We have to keep going.” He says, looking around the room but keeping her hand in a firm grip, lacing their fingers together.

“Let’s go find Rose.” She agrees. “I’m setting those bitches on fire the next time I see them.”

“Agreed.” 

Requests Are Open!

(16/06/2023)

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Father! Ethan Winters X Graduating Son! Male Reader Headcanons

Ethan is one hell of a dad, literally fighting countless of various zombies and monsters alike just to keep his family safe

Seeing you graduating puts a smile on his face, and he is glad to see you how far you've gone

One time he even said that he'll set up and graduation party for you, and of course you got excited

Ethan would always brag about you to his friends for being such an amazing son

Since you are graduating and entering adulthood, Ethan teaches you the importance of being an adult and how to defend yourself from anyone and anything

Ethan may not be the perfect dad, but he is definitely a dad anyone could ask for

[2dmenenthusiast]

Last Night on Earth Pt. 7

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

okayyy I wanted this chapter to be longer but I was already taking too long with it so I just wanted to get it out already lmaooo

THIS IS NOT THE END BTW!!! there is more chapters coming after this

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

“Okay, there’s your tea. Do you need anything else? Another pillow?”

“Momma,” you laughed, shaking your head, “I’m fine. Thank you, really. You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, ya know,”

She sighed, giving you a tight lipped smile. “When did you get so grown up?”

“Like, five seconds ago, I think?”

She laughed and left the living room, and you grabbed the TV remote to begin mindlessly scrolling through channels. Of course, there was nothing good on. Never was this time of day. Besides reruns of Law & Order: SVU. That was always a good brain killer.

The familiar base and funky guitar riff began to play, but before you could get any further, your brother was jumping over the back of the couch and snatching the remote out of your hand, changing the channel to some raunchy cartoon you had less than zero interest in watching.

“There’s a TV in your room, asswipe.”

“This one’s bigger, shithead.”

“Just because I have a broken leg and a fractured rib, doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass.”

“Hey!”

You turned your head, seeing your father come into the room before taking the remote out of Lucas’s hand and shutting off the TV.

“You two knuckleheads need to cut the shit. Lucas, go do something. Don’t want you sittin’ around all day doing nothin’.”

He cursed and grumbled to himself, storming off like an upset toddler. When he was out of sight, your father took his spot next to you, and turned the TV back on, and switched to American Pickers.

You arched a brow. “Really?”

“Hey, they find some cool stuff on here.”

You shake your head and smile, choosing to watch rather than argue. When Zoe passed by, she grimaced and made a disgusted noise.

“Again?”

“Oh, I’m guessing this one is popular?” you asked.

“He only watched it almost every day you were gone.” Regardless of her opinion, Zoe sat on the couch.

You shrugged. “Well, I wanna see what all the hype is about then.”

You looked up at your father with a small smile, and he just put a hand on your head and mussed with your hair.

“I knew you were my favorite for a reason.”

“Hey!” Zoe cried.

Your father laughed, and you looked down at your cast that was adorned with the signatures of your family. Your mother had written “Mom” in neat cursive with a heart right on the front. A stark contrast to the big, jagged letters of your brother’s name that stretched vertically up the entire side. Zoe’s name was smaller, The Z underlining the rest of her name, and your dad wrote right under your mother’s signature, with a few uplifting words.

“Our strong little soldier.”

  Your fingers gently ran over the rough edge of your cast, and you smiled. Recovery would be rough, sitting around being able to do nothing while your body wanted to stay active. And the promise of sleep without nightmares was almost impossible. But, at least you had your family here to help you get through it. And you couldn’t ask for anything better.

***

The smell of spices and cooking veggies was the first thing to disturb your slumber. Then the muttering of voices slowly trickled in your ears before you lifted your head with a groan.

“Well, look who’s finally awake.”

Your fingers dug into worn leather, one hand reaching up to wipe at your eyes as your vision adjusted to the soft lighting in the room. When you sat up and came face to face with the person that spoke, your breath froze in your lungs.

“You okay, hun? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

A gentle hand was placed against your forehead, and your eyes narrowed.

“Momma?”

She smiled, brushing your hair away from your forehead.”Come on, dinner’s almost ready.”

You watched as she walked away before looking down at your hands, and you recognized the living room couch you currently rested on. Everything looked just as it did. Before Eveline came into your lives. The hum of the TV intermingling with the voices of your family in the other room. The smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen.

You pinched yourself.

Nothing. No way this was real.

Standing up, you hesitantly made your way through the dining room and watched your mother as she stood over a big pot of stew, Zoe right beside her pouring glasses of tea.

“Lucas, could you help set the table, please?”

Your brother groaned, shoved his phone in his pocket, and stood from the table.

No. This was all too normal. Too real. But it couldn’t be. You were just running for your life seconds ago with—

Ethan!

Frantically rushing forward, your hand grasped the doorknob of the double doors, but the sound of your mother saying your name had you pausing.

“Oh! Darlin’, could you go fetch your father? He’s down in the garage working on that car again.”

Slowly turning, you gave your mom an uneasy grin and exited the kitchen. Making sure the doors closed behind you, you took a second to take a deep breath, trying to gain some sense of thought. You knew this wasn’t real. You knew it was probably some hyper realistic dream something conjured up in your brain. But, the more you stood there to take it all in, you realized that you didn’t feel uneasy or scared. You felt… calm. Like this was just another normal day in your old life, in your home, where everything was safe and okay.

It felt right.

Taking another breath, you descended the steps to the garage and caught your father bent under the hood of his car, fiddling with something near the engine.

“D… Daddy?”

He lifted his head, giving you a glance. “Hey! Pass me that flathead over there, would you?”

Your head followed his finger to the toolbox resting on the bench, grabbing the screwdriver and placing it in his grease covered hand.

“Momma said dinner’s ready.”

Letting out a grunt, he stood to his full height and faced you, wiping off his hands with a dirty rag. He smiled, and it immediately made your heart ache.

“Best not keep her waiting, then.”

Swallowing thickly, you nodded, casting your eyes to the concrete floor. Your father went to walk past you, but you heard his shoes scrape against the floor as he stopped, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you okay, kid?”

You tightly pressed your lips together to try and keep them from trembling, but you couldn’t hide your red rimmed eyes from him as you looked up, and his expression dropped.

“Oh, kiddo.”

Choking on a sob, your father wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug whilst you buried your face in his shirt. He smelled like cologne and car oil, a smell you’d never not associate with him. It felt surreal to be in his arms, to feel the warmth of his embrace surrounding you. You almost forgot what it felt like.

“Come on. You gonna tell me what’s troublin’ you?”

You sniffled, shaking your head and gripping the back of his shirt. You couldn’t bear letting him go. Not when you just got him back.

“I’m scared, daddy. I’m so damn scared, and I just— I don’t know—”

“Shhh. We don’t gotta talk about that right now. Whatever it is, you know your momma and I will help you through it.”

Another sob wracked your body, and your father pulled your face out of his chest to brush his thumbs over your cheeks, gently wiping away the fountain of tears pouring down. 

“Hey, don’t you worry about a thing right now. You’re too young to be stressin’ about silly things.”

You willed yourself to laugh, leaning into his hand. His touch was warm, familiar. 

Shit.

You didn’t think this would hurt so much.

You knew none of it was real, but god, if you didn’t want to stay here forever. You’d be blissfully unaware of the outside, living the rest of your life in the warm presence of your loving family. You missed them more than words could ever express, and your heart ached with the thought of what your future with your family could’ve been if that little girl never showed up. 

The reminder hit you like a ton of bricks, and you thought of Ethan. Where was he if you were here? You didn’t even know what here was. Were you dead? Were you dreaming? You wanted it to be real. You never wanted anything more than this. But you couldn’t abandon Ethan. 

You couldn’t say goodbye again, either.

“I… I don’t know what to do, daddy. I feel like I’m just messing everything up, a-and i don’t know how to fucking fix it. I—”

You were cut off with another cry, and your father pulled your head into his chest again.

“Please. Please just tell me what to do, daddy. I don’t know what to do.”

Your voice and sobs were muffled in his shirt, holding onto him tightly as he softly quieted you.

“Well first, you’re gonna straighten that head up.” He made you step back, using his fingers to lift your chin so you held your head high. “You’re gonna wipe away those tears.” You did as he said, swiping your hands over your cheeks. “And you’re gonna be the strong soldier that we know you are.” He grabbed your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “You are strong. And you will figure out whatever it is because you’re a Baker.”

Sniffling, you nodded and mustered up a small smile for your father. He was right. He always was. But you certainly didn’t feel as strong or courageous as he saw you.

“Now there’s one more thing you need to do, okay?”

You nodded, straightening your shoulders.

“... Wake up.”

***

Ringing.

Ringing

More fucking ringing.

Christ, could someone shut that shit up?!

You startled with a gasp, body shooting up and your hand covering your chest to feel your heart thumping against your ribcage. There were hands on your arms and your name spewed frantically from Ethan. His voice sounded raw and hoarse, and when he gently grabbed your face so he could look at you properly, his eyes were red and his cheeks were stained with tears.

“You’re okay. Shit, you’re okay,” he says, choking on a breath as if he’s about to cry again.

“You’ve been crying.”

It’s all you can say, and he almost looks surprised as he lets out a dry laugh, his hand adjusting its position on your jaw.

“So have you.”

You didn’t realize until he said something that you had fresh tears rolling down your face that he gently swiped away with his thumb. The look in his eyes, it was like he was seeing a ghost. A mix of relief and disbelief swirling around in them.

“You died.”

Your chest seized with a breath, brows furrowing as you shook your head. “How is that possible? I—”

“I don’t know. I-I… I was holding you one minute and then the next you— shit. You just stopped breathing. A-And I couldn’t feel your heart anymore, and you were just—”

“I saw them, Ethan. My momma and pops. And Lucas and Zoe were there. They—”

When you moved your arm, you realized it didn’t hurt as much as it did before. In fact, it didn’t hurt at all. You experimentally flexed your muscles and bent it at the elbow. It felt fine. Normal. Then, you were taking off your bandages, and your eyes widened when you saw that all your cuts and bruises were gone. Faint scars remain where they were.

“Holy shit. Check my back.”

You turned your back to Ethan, and you heard him gasp softly. The tips of his fingers gently brushed against your skin, causing a slight shiver to run through you, and he whispered out a curse.

“They’re healed.”

When you stood on your feet, you felt brand new. Rejuvenated. A wide smile broke out on your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh. It was like you could take down a whole army!

“Holy shit,” you laughed, and Ethan stood. “I’m fucking invincible!”

Ethan’s own smile formed at the sight of yours, and before he knew it, you were grabbing his face and planting a hard but quick kiss on his cheek. You pulled away and ran into the next room before you could see the blush take over his face, and he cleared his throat as he followed after you.

“Hey, what are you—”

He cut himself off, and the room felt cold suddenly. It was like your mood did a complete shift, and he carefully watched you as you examined a photo that was resting on a table near an old, shabby couch. He recognised the room from when he first tried to save Mia. That felt so long ago now.

“There’s somethin’ I never told you, Ethan.”

Okay, that didn’t make him worried at all. You sighed, and handed him the photo. He looked at it closely, and saw it was a picture of the old lady in the wheelchair he saw when he first woke up in the house. He always assumed it was your grandmother, but now that he thought about it, you never mentioned her in your retelling of your family memories. Not once.

Then he turned the photo over.

E-001

Holy shit.

“Eveline.”

You nodded, and the look on your face spoke more than any words you could muster.

“I meant to tell you, I just… I couldn't find time to fit it into casual conversation, I guess. You know, with the whole running and fighting for our lives and all that.”

“Not much good the information would’ve done me, anyway. Although, the shock factor certainly has me speechless.”

You shrugged. “Could always do with a good ‘holy shit’ moment.”

“Mm. I think I already had one of those when you died and came back to life.”

“Sorry, I was saving that party trick for later.”

Ethan chuckled, but it quickly turned into a gasp when he reached the top of the stairs of the guest house, and the image of Eveline appeared in front of him. You were shocked to see it, too, knowing these weren’t your memories.

As you got closer, she disappeared, and her voice echoed through the dark, empty space.

“It’s your fault!”

Ethan stumbled back with a breath. “Why are we seeing this?”

You shook your head. Maybe Eveline knew. Knew that her end was getting closer. Maybe this was her last hurrah, a final attempt at striking fear through you to keep you from going after her. You knew she was afraid, herself. Because deep down under all that evil, and all that spite, there was just a little girl. A little girl who wanted nothing more than to have a family of her own, and it was ripped away from her. You could remember when you wanted that, too. More than anything. You just wished she had the similar story you did. Where a family did want you. A family loved you. But she would die, a child trapped in an elderly woman’s body.

What a sick joke.

When Mia suddenly stepped out in front of you and grabbed Ethan’s hand, you jumped back. But she ignored you, and when you looked behind her to see Eveline again, you realized it was another memory.

“Kill him, mommy.”

Ethan was slammed against the wall, and black crawled over Mia’s skin before she was raising a screwdriver and stabbing it through his hand. You almost screamed, terrified that he was actually hurt for a split second. But then she disappeared, and Eveline was right in his face.

“He doesn’t want to be my daddy? Then he can die.”

A deep breath shuddered through Ethan, and you helped him up onto his feet. He gripped your hand. Hard.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, just… Feels so long ago when all this happened. Hardly feels real.”

You grabbed his bicep.

“This is it, Ethan. All of this, everything that’s happened tonight, it will be a distant memory. For all of us.”

He looked up at you through lidded eyes, and his hand squeezed.

“All of it?”

You chuckled and pulled away. “Most of it.”

His fingers gently caught against yours when you pulled away, and you sent him a small grin. But it quickly dropped from your face when you heard the revving of a chainsaw and turned to see Mia rushing at you.

“Holy shit—”

When she swung at Ethan, you couldn’t stop the scream that left you that time. But as the chainsaw came down, it just went right through him. He frantically ran a hand over his torso, like he was checking to see if he was still in one piece. And the look he gave you seemed like he was shocked to find out that he was.

“Ethan—”

He rushed by you without a word, taking the stairs to the second floor two at a time.

“Ethan!”

Quickly following after him, you almost cursed him out for rushing on ahead of you. That was until Evie appeared again, and Ethan had the syringe out and ready. She physically recoiled at the sight, screaming her disdain, and the force practically flung you and Ethan right off your feet.

“No, no, no! Stay away!”

When she screamed again, Ethan landed on his back, but not before shoving the syringe in your hand. The glass and metal was cold against your skin, watching it roll in your palm before you curled your fingers around it and gripped it tightly. So tight you thought you might break it, but you couldn’t risk having it fly out of your hands. It was like a brick wall was pushing back against you, that feeling like you were running in a dream where you just couldn’t move forward.

“Get away from me! Please! We can be a family!”

You finally got close enough to grip her shoulder, and you felt sorrowful.

“I’m sorry, Evie.”

The needle sunk into the junction between her neck and shoulder, and she screamed. It was so loud it almost burst your eardrums, ringing deep in your skull and ratling your brain. You winced as a bright light blinded you before the image of the little girl vanished, and in front of you was an old woman in a wheelchair. She looked up at you, tears in her eyes.

“... Why does everyone hate me?”

The words were like a knife striking your heart, and you kneeled down to touch her cold, bony hand.

“Goodbye, Eveline.”

Ethan finally joined you, but you both were jumping back when she suddenly stood out of her chair and began vomiting black ooze at your feet. She was shouting as her features morphed and melted, a look of horror forming on your face, and her body was nothing more than a puddle of mold and goo on the floor by the end of it.

“Damn you! Damn you all to Hell!”

Everything seemed to unfold before your eyes, a horrible situation only growing worse as mold quickly crawled over every imaginable surface around you, swallowing any remaining light, and formed a giant mass right in the middle of the wall. The mold shifted, and a horrible face was revealed under the mass, lashing out and screaming.

“Holy fuck!”

Your finger was on the trigger faster than you could think, pumping as many bullets as you could into the thing. You heard the boom of Ethan’s shotgun go off next to you, the sound making your ears ring, but nothing seemed to work. She was just getting closer and closer, jaw unhinged like she was ready to take a bite out of you.

“Ethan, I don’t think—!”

The floor rumbled under your feet when Ethan shot directly into Eveline’s eye and she screamed, the mold around her forming long tentacle like tendrils. The roof began to collapse, but she was grabbing you before you could run and thrusting you both through the broken roof. Ethan screamed, but you couldn’t see him. The mold had practically consumed him.

But then you were flying. Falling. Your sight full of nothing but clear blue skies.

It was beautiful.

Then the air was forced out of your lungs and you went tumbling through the dirt. It was like your lungs were on fire, desperately trying to suck air back into your body. It was only then that Ethan landed next to you, screaming out in pain. You tried to reach out for him, but he was too far, and you could barely move. Not when pain was shooting up your legs and back.

“Ethan. Ethan!” 

He turned his head, staring at you with wide, horrified eyes. Your attention was quickly drawn away, though, when the mutated Eveline burst through the roof of the guest house and came rushing down at you. She had only gotten bigger, more monstrous. It was unreal.

Pain shot through your leg, and you put a new mag in your gun. “Fuck, this is not how I planned the rest of my day going!”

Bullets seemed almost pointless for something this big. Like it would just absorb everything you shot at it.Your grip tightened around your gun. You couldn’t get this far just to lay on your back and die. Not when you’re so damn close to finishing all this. 

Ethan cried out, and you looked over to see that the mold had pierced through his leg and was lifting him into the air, his gun flying out of his hands. Fear surged through you, and you screamed his name, reaching up like you could grab him and pull him back down. He was flung across the yard, rolling only further away from you. You felt so fucking useless. Like you couldn’t protect him. Couldn’t save him. Your friends' faces flashed in your mind.

You wouldn’t let him meet the same fate.

You struggled to your feet with a strained cry, limping your way towards Ethan with pain shooting up your legs every dragged step of the way. Everything hurt so fucking much. You could practically feel every bone in your body aching and begging for rest. But you couldn’t stop. Not when Ethan was in trouble. Not when he could die if you didn’t do anything.

“Come on. Come on.”

You limply raised your arm, the weight of your gun heavy in your hand, and shot the remaining bullets in your clip. Then you heard the steady beating of helicopter wings, and for a second, you thought you were back in the field. Trying to protect your friends while taking out the enemy. But then you looked up, and you saw them.

They were real.

You couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. You briefly wondered if it was just a trick of the light. If it was a memory Eveline was playing for you. But you knew what her hallucinations looked like. This was too real to be one.

There was a muffled shout coming from Ethan’s direction, and you looked over to see him crawl for a gun a few feet away before shooting at Evie. The gun was more powerful than you’d ever seen a standard handgun be, and you could physically see the kickback even from how far away you were. Evie was hiding her face, trying to shield herself behind her mold, but Ethan was fast, reacting quick and getting a shot in whenever he could.

She thrashed around in the air, screaming bloody murder and cursing you and Ethan to Hell. Slowly, you watched as her face began to turn white, solidifying her features and crawling down her mutated form until she stopped moving. It was like a building coming down when she fell, landing right at Ethan’s feet. Chunks of her fell off and turned to dust at the force, and the ground shook beneath your feet. But holy shit.

It was over.

She was dead.

You were free.

Debris and ash fell around you, and you watched Eveline’s face crumble to pieces. Your legs struggled to move, but you willed them as hard as you could despite the pain rushing through them.

“Ethan!”

His head snapped towards you, and you could see him mouth your name. He struggled onto his feet, and your muscles burned with the fire of your efforts to reach him. Face wet with fresh tears, you steadily closed the distance between you until you were just a few feet away, but the pain in your legs finally caught up to you, and you stumbled on your feet. Ethan was right there, though, and you were crashing into his chest with a sob, hands gripping the back of his shirt.

He held you so tight it hurt, your ribs crushing your lungs as you struggled to breathe through broken cries. But you didn’t care, because it felt good to be in his arms again, knowing you were safe.

He buried his face in your hair, hand coming up to hold the back of your head, and pressed his lips against your temple.

“We’re okay. Fuck, you’re okay.”

You pulled back to look at him, his eyes frantically searching your face, and you laughed. His smile soon matched yours, and he carefully wiped away a rogue tear before it could dry on your face. The sight of people in full body armor sliding down ropes from the helicopters had you stepping away, but you put yourself in front of Ethan when one of them came towards you, his mask imposing and threatening. Not to mention just how big this person looked underneath all of it.

When he pulled his headgear off, it revealed the face of a man older than Ethan, crows feet around his eyes and grey at his temples. His brown hair was cropped short, and stubble surrounded the tight lipped smile he gave you.

“I’m Redfield.”

He held out his hand, and you clapped yours against it for a firm shake.

“What the hell took you guys so long?”

He chuckled, and directed you to a few of his squad members.

“They’ll see to your injuries over there. There’s a helicopter waiting to take you out of here.”

Ethan gripped the man’s arm before he could walk away, worry washing over his face. “Mia, is she—?”

“We found her. She’s fine.”

Ethan visibly relaxed, and you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on. Let’s go get you patched up, cowboy.”

He smiled, and you both leaned against each other's side for support. But, while you were walking away, you heard the man speak into his com, muttering something. Then you heard a name.

Lucas.

You froze, and before Ethan could express his concern, you told him to go on ahead. He hesitated, not wanting to go too far away from you, but you reassured him with a smile and pushed him forward. Making sure his back was turned to you, you quickly— well, as quick as you could— maneuvered around and walked back towards the older man, loudly clearing your throat. He turned, eyebrow raised.

“You guys are looking for Lucas?”

“You know him?”

“He’s my brother.”

He nodded, as if you confirmed something. “Right. You’re the one the Baker’s adopted.”

Your eyes widened. “How the hell—?”

“We’ve done extensive research and background checks on your brother, including the rest of the family. Military. Special forces. Put on medical leave. Then you disappeared.”

You scoffed. “Yeah. Held captive more like. Look, if you’re going after him, I’m coming with you.”

He shook his head without a second thought. “Absolutely not. I won’t have any civilian casualties on my watch—”

“I don’t believe I was asking,” you said through gritted teeth. You let out a huff. “I can help, okay? I know his tricks, I know what kind of fucked up shit he’s got going through his head to know what moves he’s probably gonna pull. And…” You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your anger from boiling over at the thought of that asshole. “He hurt my sister, the people I care about. He tried to fucking kill us. If anyone’s taking down this bastard, it’s gonna be me.”

Redfield seemed to stew on your words, thinking a bit too long for your liking before letting out a sigh.

“Even if I wanted you to come, you’re in no position to go. You can barely stand on your feet.”

“Then pump me full of adrenaline, give me a super shot, anything. I don’t care. I’m going.”

You turned around and walked to where Ethan was receiving medical attention, his eyes watching that entire interaction.

“You always this stubborn?” Redfield shouted after you.

You raised your middle finger, and the man that was once tending to Ethan stepped to the side so you could tell him the situation. You could tell he was hesitant to let you go off on what he probably viewed as a suicide mission, but your hard stare and unrelenting attitude made him cave, and he was shoving a large needle with a strange green liquid inside it in your arm the within the next few seconds. You winced at the painful pinch, but the sensation that washed over you made you feel like you were back to one-hundred percent almost. He then explained that the next shot he was giving you was the vaccine, sticking it in the opposite arm. If you were honest, you didn’t feel any different after it. But maybe that was because Eveline was dead, and she had no hold on you anymore. “It’s not a permanent solution. You’ll still need a hospital visit and have your wounds properly looked at and dressed, but it’ll do for now.”

You nodded as you had your wounds cleaned and rewrapped with fresh gauze. Ethan looked at you confused.

“Wait, what? What does he mean?”

You sighed. He wasn’t going to like this.

“I’m going with them to find Lucas. I’m not letting my brother get away.”

Ethan stood despite other’s protests, shaking his head.

“You can’t do that! We— shit, we killed Eveline! Let these guys handle him!”

“Ethan—”

“No! Fuck, I’m not gonna stand by and let you put yourself in danger! Not when I just got you back!”

You stood there, shocked. Honestly, if you were in Ethan’s shoes, you’d react the same if he decided to suddenly go off fighting without you. But, you couldn’t let Lucas get away from you. Not after everything he did to you. And Zoe. And Ethan.

He gulped, tears lining his eyes. “Please, I— Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

It was like the air was punched out of you, taking in a shuddered breath as you reached forward and held Ethan’s face. Fuck, his eyes were pretty.

“Don’t forget about me.”

Chapped and bloodied lips pressed against his in an almost desperate measure to memorize him, the feel of his body pressed up against you, his smell, the way he tasted. Ethan sighed against your mouth as his hand came up to carefully hold your jaw. Whereas the last kiss was a reassurance in a moment of doubt, this one almost felt like a goodbye. One final act to remember each other before you were sent off into the void again. Ethan didn’t want to let you go. He couldn’t. Not when this felt so right and you were in his arms and kissing him and you were here. With him. Not off getting yourself killed by whatever your sick, demented brother had planned. You were safe. And he wanted to keep it that way.

But, he knew he couldn’t stop you. Knew that you needed this closure. So he pulled away from your lips with a soft gasp, and rested his forehead against yours.

“You know I couldn’t.”

You smiled, slowly pulling away, and a looming presence appeared behind you.

“Come on. We gotta get you geared up.”

You turned around, giving Redfield a two finger mock salute.

“Yes, sir.”

Ethan chuckled as you walked away, and you heard a low grumble.

“It’s Captain.”

“Sir Captain?”

“Captain Redfield.”

“Ahh. So first name basis is a no go? I mean, you know all about me apparently—”

“Is this really why you got sent home? For running your mouth?”

You turned abruptly, hands on your hips as you tilted your head up to look at this absolute behemoth of a man.

“I’d like to know whose life I’m putting in my hands, if you don’t mind. Little something called having trust in your team.”

He sighed, and you knew you were putting more wrinkles in his forehead and greys in his hair by each passing second. You almost smiled.

“It’s Chris.”

You curtly nodded when he reached out his hand, and instead of taking it, your fist was quick as lightning when it hit his bicep. He barely flinched. And now your knuckles hurt.

The fuck is his workout routine?

“Let’s get this show on the road then, Hercules.”

He wordlessly shrugged as you walked away, and Ethan couldn’t help but look on with a fond smile.

Yeah. He couldn’t forget about you if he tried.

Tagged: @kirbybeanss @xdarkcreaturex

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Resident Evil Characters x Mutant! Amab! Reader

Summary: Nsfw and SFW headcannons with some RE characters with a mutant AMAB s/o

Characters: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Ethan Winters, Carlos Oliveria and Rebecca Chambers

Chris Redfield: 

•At first when Chris met you he didn’t expect you to speak to him

•He was debating on shooting you but you still looked pretty human

•You we’re fucking huge though

•7’5 maybe taller and you looked like you could throw him around like a feather. 

•He always had a grand time talking to you

•He’s still afraid you may turn on him though

•Trust issues :(

•He’s the little spoon even if your small or big 

•Make him feel submissive 🤬

•I feel like Chris is a sub or service top

•The first time you had sex with him though- 

•magical 

•you had him in full Nelson with nothing but ease

•you could even see yourself in his stomach

•if you press down on the bulge he definitely comes on spot

•he’s used to being able to manhandle people easily 

•definitely has a size kink for you💀 

•all in all do be gentle with him, but don’t be shy to use him like a fleshlight 😏

Albert Wesker: STARS or After could be either

•He’s so intimidated by you it’s not even funny

•How dare you speak

•how dare you be so attractive

•you’re a mutant your below his level

•You grow on him though 

•to you’re super strength to your lovely personality 

•He’s not used to falling for someone so dominant compared to him

•it’s new to him so do be patient

•When you first slide into his ass though good god he’s HOLLERING

•Curses, praises you name it saying it

•For your first time I feel like it would’ve been side straddle

•it’s easy enough to hit his prostate with your huge size it’s even easier though with the position 

•He’s never came so hard before or been so loud

•if you can stay interesting and continue to fuck him like an animal than you can stay❤️

•Don’t think about turning your back on him or I’ll personally slap you 🤬

Jill Valentine

•She’s very reluctant at first

•You’re a mutant talking to her 

•She definitely ignored you a lot but as you guys began to talk more she enjoyed your company a lot

•She can do a bunch of stuff without fear now because your draping over her glaring at anyone who looks at her wrong 

•Scary dog privileges lmao

•“they don’t bite!” 😐

•you make her feel so safe

•she adores being anywhere near you

•in your arms, next to you, her hand around your waist or arm

•she’s just really touch starved

•She’s vanilla in my opinion but is willing to change that for you

•when she first saw your size she got so wet

•like she was leaking

•had her drooling fr

•you didn’t even have to rub her clit because she just came from your dick

•you fucked her on a wall

•A WALL

•how tf you that strong

•anyways make sure to destroy her pussy

•she’ll be begging for your load every second

•she had no idea she’d be this needy for someone’s cum bit here we are

•make sure she’s nice and full okay? 🙌 

Rebecca Chambers

•Sweet baby

•she was so excited when she met a mutant who could talk

•you guys would talk for hours on end!

•it felt so nice to be heard especially by someone so nice

•shes so impressed by your height and how strong you are

•make sure to pick her up a lot she likes being close to you

•hugs, cuddling, kisses all of the above 

•she like being big spoon though

•even though she’s smaller like way smaller she loves to feel like she’s protecting you

•she just wants to make you feel safe like she feels with you

•okay naughty time

•SIZE KINK. 

•She’s so small like so small

•she’s also very fragile

•the first time you guys tried to have sex even with all the prep you could possibly give you couldn’t even slide in 😔

•don’t worry though she bought a bunch of big toys and would keep them in her for hours so she can finally take you

•when you finally manage to push in it feels like your dicks in her chest

•so fucking big in her

•you can see yourself so visibly it’s not even funny

•you mine as well be in her chest with where you are in her stomach

•your a bit below her belly button

*she can always feel you in her cervix bro

•your so big and rough she loves it 

•the first time was definitely doggy and there were no regrets on both parties

•she’ll always be happy to have her pussy wrecked over and over again by you

Ada Wong

•now you tested her dominance when you guys first met

•she was a snake and you a honey badger

•no matter how hard she tried to kill you, you didn’t give a shit (lmao remember that meme)

•though when she finally stops trying to kill you she enjoys your company a lot

•your quite pleasant to talk to

•she’s always a bit afraid that you’ll turn on her

•this being the reason why she didn’t immediately have a relationship with you 

•she didn’t wanna have to kill you 😕

•you assure her you won’t though and with enough convincing it works 

•your in a relationship with a black mamba

•when you guys first fuck she does take control a bit

•telling you what positions to go in 

•at first you made her think she was in charge

•but when you slid in all that was thrown out the window

•she was squeezing you for all she was worse

•have you ever seen Ada cry? Well now you have! 

•you had her sobbing when you hit her cervix

•you had to stop a bunch to make sure she was okay 😭

•make sure to let her take control a few times okay? 👍🏽 

Leon S. Kennedy 

•already is obsessed with you when you begin to talk 

•big mutant who can dominant him with ease?

•awooga do you need your dick sucked?

•he’s such a fucking perv 

•please pick him up and throw him over your shoulder

•dirty boy loves it 

•anyways officer puppy’s a brat

•like he’s a BRAT.

•he’s always contradicting what you say

•just take your dick out or flash your pecs and he’ll shit up

•when you first showed him your incredible length and girth he whined

•bro whimpered

•he knew it was gonna be even rougher treatment for him because of his brattiness 💀 

•he just sighs sticking his ass up hoping your nice enough to show him some mercy

•and that’s your choice babe ❤️

Ethan Winters 

•Mold Man and Mutant Master

•When you first met he was absolutely stunned by your small talk about Rose

•you asking how she was it made Ethan scared yet happy

•as your guys relationship progress he lets you see Rose

•at first you don’t wanna hold her because your afraid your gonna hurt her but eventually you come around to it

•honestly Rose probably loves you more than Ethan lmao

•she ALWAYS wants to go to you instead of her own father

•I guess your kinda her parent now

•he’s just glad you guys love each other

•anyways another brat 🙄 

•fucking dirty whore

•he’s easy to get begging though

•he annoyed you so much the first time you guys were gonna fuck you just shoved yourself in raw

•he started bleeding and enjoyed every second of it 

•his eyes were rolled back and he was sobbing so loud

•he was so glad Rose was such a heavy sleeper and had no idea what was going on

•his mouth puts a truck driver to shame

•fuck him on a desk

•just trust me

Carlos Oliveria

•is weirded out by you •you shouldn’t be talking

•you shouldn’t be self aware wait wtf

•anyways you grow on him like usual

•when he falls he falls hard

•and my bro fell of a cliff for you

•he adores you

•he finds you so cool

•especially that fat DI-

•a lotus position man

•loves feeling you close

•hold him close when you fuck him

•whisper sweet nothings

•worship him and make him feel safe

•he already does this for you so 🤷🏽‍♂️ •mine as well 🤠

•anyways he lets out the neediest moans and whimpers

•overstimulate him

@allen-444 @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess

[darling-i-read-it]

Survivor's Guilt

Chris Redfield x fem!reader, Ethan Winters x fem!reader 

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: angst, breakup, lose ending because i cant make decisions, chris’s trauma^tm

Author’s Note: I would totally be down to do a part 2 to this if anyone wants ittttttt. Also I made Mia his sister because I hate her and need her to be so irrelevant lol. I wanted this to be better but alas we are here. I just needed to write something with my favorite resident evil characters. these two will always be it for me <3

Summary: Chris and you had been together for years and partners for longer. He broke up with you when he felt it getting too dangerous. Years later, when your boyfriend Ethan gets lost in Louisiana, you call him for backup. 

Genre: angst, yearning 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Survivor’s guilt is defined as a condition of persistent mental and emotional stress experienced by someone who has survived an incident in which others died. 

When you feel the pain in your chest when talking about an incident that you lived through that you shouldn’t have. When you feel like you are living for so many people that you have lost. When you imagine what it would be like for them if they had taken your place, if you had just been granted access to death. When you are not worthy of the life you are living and constantly being told you're the hero when all you were was the ending. 

Chris Redfield has survivor’s guilt. He could not tell you the amount of people he has known that are no longer walking around with him. He could not tell you the amount of funerals he had been in or been to. 

He knew grief like it was an old friend. He knew the inside of grief, the texture of the walls that caved in around him. He knew it like he was born alongside it. Grief was a twin to Chris Redfield. 

He couldn’t look in the mirror without seeing his companions. Grief and guilt. 

He’d like to think he knew the patterns better than anyone else. If someone were to know what it looked like right before he lost someone, it would be him. He wished death wasn’t so spontaneous. He hoped that one day he would save someone on purpose, save someone that he wanted within the world. 

The warmth in his chest when he saw you was an indicator. It was a warning sign. It was alarm bells. The taste of your lips was a familiar feeling of something he should not have. The feel of your skin was a promise from the world that it would be righted again. You would be taken away. You had to be, so the world could turn, so that he wouldn’t forget the lives he was living for. 

“You’ve been quiet,” you said, gently. You were sitting across from him, two dinner plates between you. His eyes flicked up to yours. You were so good at reading him. You were so concerned, like his personal welfare were your own responsibility. “How was your day?”

“Long,” he said, through a breath. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to scrounge up something else to say. 

“Hopefully they’ll be more bearable once we get jobs together again,” you suggested. The two of you were working for the BSAA and often were sent into the field together. It was helpful for missions if you were both with someone you knew. Usually the job didn’t care that much, knowing that their people were disposable. Warm bodies were not a luxury in a world with 7 billion of them. 

But recently you had a drought of time without each other. Different goals, same organization. You missed having him with you to help. You weren’t used to having to vocalize yourself because Chris could read you like a book. He liked to say it was a talent but you knew the truth. He had just learned you so well that he couldn’t know you any better.

“Yeah.” He swallowed hard. You met his gaze. 

“What is it?” You wanted to make a joke. Don’t like the Chinese take out? or Jeans too tight? but you refrained. Something had been eating at him for weeks it felt like. He didn’t hold you as close. He was a physical person and his bear hugs were like they’re own luxury. 

Chris liked to think of himself as a brave man. He was a lot of things, not a lot of them good, but he was at least brave. He took the steps that needed to be taken. He tried his best to save people for their best interests, not for him. So why was this so hard? 

“I think we should break up.” 

It was like he had broken the sound barrier. You looked around, searching for an indication that this was some sort of joke. Nothing came. 

“What? Why?” 

“I think it would be better for both of us.”

“You can’t speak for me.” 

“I can.” 

“No, no you can’t,” you argued. You were raising your voice now, anger that he was willing to let this go so quickly. “What happened? What did I do?” 

Your voice broke his heart. The desperation, the scrounging for something to blame. He was to blame. Didn’t you see that? 

“We can’t keep going like this.” 

“What?” 

“We can’t keep acting like this life is sustainable for either of us. It was nice while it lasted.” He swallowed hard. “Its’ what’s best.” 

“Is that what you want?” 

There was such a betrayal in your eyes. You had never looked at him like that. Not even when he fucked up on the job, when his mistakes could’ve cost him lives. You never looked at him like he was anything less than perfect. 

“Yes.” He couldn’t say anything else. You would see right through him if he spoke again. You would know why he was doing it, you would know that he wasn’t doing this because he wanted to but because he had to. You couldn’t live much longer. He knew how this went. 

Your breathing was ragged. The gravity sat in your chest like a weight. If you thought about this for one more second you would start to cry. 

“Okay.” 

He closed his eyes. Your voice was childlike. It was as though he had just chastised you for doing your favorite thing. You stood up slowly. Each sound was too loud. You tossed your food into the garbage, movements sluggish. 

You went through the kitchen door and you didn’t come back. 

He sat there until he heard your car start. 

-

You gazed down at your bullet proof vest. You felt it in your hands, the weight of it surprisingly familiar. It had seen action. There were scruffs on the sides from the elements and the relentless nights spent sleeping with it on. There was a sharpie marking at the bottom, messily placed there by Chris. You rubbed your finger along it. 

“What’s that?” 

You looked up. 

Ethan Winters stood in the doorway to the bedroom. He walked forward a bit, looking over you to the object in your hands. 

“Some stuff from when I worked with the BSAA,” you explained dryly. You handed it to him. He took it, assessing the weight. 

“Good thing you don’t have to wear this dumbbell all the time,” he muttered. You laughed gently, successfully being taken out of your nostalgia. 

“It’s like five pounds Ethan.” 

“That’s heavy.” You shook your head, taking it back. You place it into its box. “Ready to go?” 

“Almost,” you promised. 

You and your boyfriend Ethan were moving into a new house. He had insisted on living in this one ever since his sister Mia went missing, just in case she returned looking for him. But it had been three years and you had outgrown it. He finally caved, allowing you to go domestic house shopping together. 

It had been eight years since you left the BSAA. Eight years since you had seen Chris Redfield, eight years since he had broken up with you. Up until Ethan, you had only dated guys around you which was slim pickings. You thought you had a good one with Chris but that breakup wrecked you. 

Then there was Ethan. Then there didn’t need to be anything else. 

You had a new life, one that had nothing to do with bioweapons you had once been so accustomed to. You had one that was, as Chris would say, sustainable. You could grow old in your new house with Ethan. Get married. Maybe even have kids. You never would’ve been able to do that before. 

“The van’s ready when you are,” he said. “I’m gonna call for pizza.”

“Who said I wanted pizza?”

“When do you not want pizza?” 

He left the room. You were alone once again. You shut the box up and taped it. That was then and this is now. 

You carried the box downstairs and placed it among the others. Ethan swung by and got some food, then met you back at your new home. You had already started to unload boxes and by the time they were all inside the sun was down. You sat on a cardboard box, munching on cold pizza, as Ethan plugged in his laptop. 

“That was exhausting,” he muttered. He had shed his jacket and was now in just a tshirt and jeans that he had sweat through. 

“So you’re too tired to christen the house?” He gave you a look. “You wanna finish the pizza.” 

“Yes I wanna finish the pizza.” You rolled your eyes playfully. 

“I need to shower anyway.” You got up, swallowing the last of your food. You hummed under your breath as you dug around the boxes to find your clothes. Ethan scrolled through his computer wordlessly. You patted his shoulder as you passed him with your clothes. 

As you walked upstairs, Ethan opened up his email folders. To the sound of the bathroom door closing, he clicked on the newest one. It had been sent the night before, while he was sleeping. He had taken time off work to move in but this didn’t look like a work email. It didn’t have a title. 

He opened it up. 

Dulvey, Louisiana. 

Baker farm. 

Come get me. 

-

The conversation seemed too rushed. You got out of the shower and there was a bombardment of feelings that followed. Ethan wanted to leave immediately. She wanted him to come and get her, after all these years. He was already looking at flights, at a route that he could drive. The words and pleads came stumbling out of his mouth. 

She needs me. 

She’s stuck there, she needs me. 

The instinct that bubbled in your chest was one you were familiar with. The preparation for a place that no human should venture. You wanted to give him a gun and a vest and let him be. 

“I got out of that life so that you and I could be safe.”

“This isn’t like that.”

“You know it is.” 

You were sitting down to his standing. You looked up at him with real concern in your eyes. 

“What else could it be? That she’s been taken and then all of the sudden sends you a cryptic email instead of calling the police? How would she even know you hadn’t changed your email? Come on Ethan, think about this.” Silence hung in the air, fighting one anothers wills. You and Ethan rarely got into arguments and you still weren’t sure if you had the power in this conversation or not. It was his sister, sure, but something was wrong here. If anyone would know, you would. 

“I have to.” 

“Let me come with you.” Your mind flashed back to the unopened box of your old things. You could put that vest back on. Would there be any coming back from that? 

“No. No, I can’t let you. This isn’t your fight.”

“Your fight is my fight.”

“I can’t lose you both,” he said, voice low. There was an air of vulnerability about him that mixed with his natural headstrong nature. You knew that feeling, the pit in your chest of losing someone in the search for something else. 

“Let’s go to bed. Think on this. Okay? We can talk about it in the morning,” you pleaded. Maybe if he thought about it for longer than two seconds he could stay with you. You could have that sustainable life. 

It took him a moment of contemplation but he finally nodded. You breathed slowly as you stood up. You had nothing but the mattress on the floor. It wasn’t going to be comfortable but it wasn’t going to be awful. You had each other. 

He got his pajamas on slowly. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head. You wanted to argue about this more but you had already stopped the conversation. You had to stick to your guns. He would feel differently in the morning. 

He got under the comforter with you. There was a lone lamp beside his head, giving all the light in the room. He turned it off as he rested his head. 

“Ethan,” you mumbled. He turned his head back to you and for just a moment, his thoughts cleared. It was just the two of you again. It could be just the two of you forever. “I love you.” His smile softened. He moved towards you, throwing his arm around you. You nuzzled into his chest. 

“I love you too,” he promised but his heart didn’t seem in it like it usually did.

-

You woke up before the sun. Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the darkness that engulfed the room. You groaned involuntarily. Ethan’s arm was no longer around you. You turned around to face him, ready to make some complaint, when you were met with emptiness. You paused, starring, delirious. It took you far too long to catch up to the obvious reason he was no longer gone. 

Once it hit you, you started to move. 

You threw yourself out of the mattress, running to teh bathroom. The house was still a maze to you. It would be home soon but it wasn’t home yet. The familiarity of it was missing which made it more eerie. 

“Ethan!” you called, voice weak with sleep. You looked out the window, trying to find the shapes of the cars. One was missing. Your heart started to beat faster as you went into a panic. “Ethan!” you called again, louder now. You flung open every door desperately until you were back at the bedroom. Under the lamp there was a note. You rushed for it, almost ripping it while you snatched it. 

I’m sorry. I love you more than anything. 

I’ll be back soon, I swear.

E

You let out a shaky breath. You cursed, throwing the paper down weakly, kicking the wall. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered. You had to follow him. There was no other option. He had to know you would follow him. Despite it being 4 in the morning you turned all the lights in the house on. You searched for the box you had hoped to forget. 

Finally, at your feet, was the recently taped box. You tore it open and grabbed the vest out of it. There was no use in dwelling on the signature or the comfortableness of it. You needed to get ready to go. 

-

The Baker Farm was too far out of the way. You had started to lose cell service by the time you finally reached it. You had gone down the same dirt road Ethan had by the looks of his parked car. You wanted to slash the tires out of frustration. Knowing you were on the same insurance plan, you refrained. 

You followed the lightly treaded walkway to the gate of a large house. The gate was locked and too tall to climb. You went around the edge to what looked to be the guest house. 

You just had to hope you weren’t too far behind him. He had hours of a jump on you but you had seen his car. He was here. 

You checked your phone. Nothing. Would you even get any calls out here? 

You pushed forward through the guest house. It looked abandoned, like someone had just picked up and left dinner. The smell of mold traveled through the air. It almost felt like you could see the particles through the setting sun. Someone had left the door in the back open, leading to the long hallway. Something or someone had been pushed through a wall, resulting in debris flying everywhere. Someone had struggled here. Recently. 

You fought the pit in your stomach and forced yourself to think of the best. It was normal. There were no bioweapons all the way out in the middle of Louisiana somewhere. Why would there be? Ethan was fine. Ethan had to be fine. 

The tenseness of your shoulders was familiar. You did not miss the ache or the worry. You turned to go up the stairs. Deja Vu washed over you, brought on by archived feelings. 

Chris attempted to never leave your side but he too often did. You were both used to finding each other again, it was part of the job. You could get separated by a wall or a weapon and you would find each other again. 

It had been too long and the familiar fear creeped into your mind. He was here but you couldn’t hear him. He had to be here, his GPS assured you. The silence was deafening. You swore then to never yell at him again, if he could just emerge unscathed from the rubble of another fight. Could Chris Redfield go down like this? In the middle of some nameless mission, with just you to carry him back home? 

“Here!” 

Relief washed over you as you rushed back to him, moving aside the debris of a fight you had not been a witness too. Dirt covered his face. He was almost unrecognizable in the dried maroon blood that covered his body. 

“Are you okay? Oh God. Oh God Chris,” you whispered, holding him with your hands like he wasn’t real.

“I’m okay,” he breathed. “I’m okay.”

You ached for the relief you had felt then. Ethan wasn’t as capable as Chris had been. Where would you find him? The top of the guest house revealed a larger view of the house. At the bottom was a man, a large mallet over his shoulder, dragging someone away by their feet. 

Ethan. 

He was unconscious but even just seeing him made you feel better. 

Then you noticed the mold. 

Something was wrong with that man, with that house. It was covering the ground, pulsating like it was alive. Instinct kicked in before feelings. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket, watching keenly to see where they were taking Ethan. 

You glanced down at your phone, praying that his number hadn’t changed, and hovered over Chris’s name. You had never been able to do these things alone and you were no use to Ethan if you were dead. 

You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t see yourself click the button. You put the phone up to your ear, listening to it ring, hoping he wouldn’t pick up, hoping you wouldn't be able to make a phone call this far out. 

On the sixth ring you were beginning to lose whatever hope you had. Then he picked up. 

“Hello?” His voice was wary but familiar. It made you weak in the knees, just hearing him speak, his cadence the exact same. 

“I need you.” 

-

You didn’t want to wait but you had given Chris the directions to your car. You didn’t want him to have to play catch up for you the entire time so you waited outside the guest house, pacing. You didn’t know how long you had but he promised he would be there in under an hour. You weren’t sure how he would manage that but you trusted his word.

Sure enough, just about fifty minutes later, he emerged from the bushes. Older. Weathered. His eyes were harder than they had been, less emotion behind his gaze. You reminded yourself you were doing this for Ethan, even as the rush of emotions had returned. You hadn’t seen each other since you had moved out. 

“You came,” you breathed. 

“You called.” You pursed your lips, wanting to thank him, wanting to think about the elephant in the room, wanting to beg him for answers that had been plaguing you forever. Instead you were gentle with your words.

“Thank you Chris.” He nodded once. 

“We’ve been scoping this area. The disappearances here are akin to something consistent with bioweapons,” he said, walking past you. “Where’d you last see your friend?”

“Ethan was out towards the main house. I’ve spotted at least one bioweapon but the ground is covered in some sort of black mass. Do you know anything about that?” He handed you a gun without a word. You took it. It was yours. He had kept yours. It begged so many questions. Had he been using it? Did he even recognize it as yours anymore? Did he dig it out of the rubble, just like you did the vest you were wearing? 

“A bit.” 

“You’re being awfully cagey.”

“This is still work for me.” You nodded once. He was going to stay reserved. It didn’t matter what you two had, he was here for the job. This is exactly the reason you left without a fuss. It would always be the job and then you. 

“Alright. Welll follow me.” 

At the edge of the property was an older house, one that was falling apart at the seams. You managed to get around the bayou to enter it in an attempt to reach the main house, where you were sure they were keeping Ethan. 

“What’s he doing out here?” Chris questioned. You glanced at him. It was like seeing a ghost in his eyes. How could Chris have become a stranger to you? How had you gotten here? 

“Looking for his sister Mia. She went missing three years ago and yesterday he got an email from her with this location.” 

“Not exactly tangible evidence.”

“That’s what I said.” You kept in stride with him. He pushed through doors, turning around quickly to make sure there was no threat. He led. You watched his six. “I told him to sleep on it. When I woke up he was gone.” 

“You’re living together?” His voice showed no sign of emotion. He was asking as though you had never known each other. He was asking like you were a civilian and he was gathering all the useful information. 

“Yes. He’s my boyfriend.” A beat in his step was missed but it was hardly noticeable. You pushed past him. 

“And he didn’t feel the need to tell you he was leaving for Louisiana?” 

“He knew I disagreed with him.” 

“Sounds like someone else I knew.” The first allusion that you had ever once known each other. You walked in front of him as you crossed a bridge into the main yard. 

“I listened.”

“In one ear and out the other,” he argued. He was detached from his words. You wanted to ask him why he had even come. Why hadn’t he investigated this before you called if he knew it was here? What was his angle?

“It always ruminated in my head for a bit.” You reached the yard. The house was vast and unfamiliar. It loomed in the nighttime air. There were lights on upstairs and some lamps in the main room. You approached the front door and attempted to open it. It didn’t budge. You hit it, kicked it, cursed at it. 

“Move,” Chris demanded. He rammed his body against the door. You watched him, watched as he tensed his muscles through his tactical vest. The door remained intact but you didn't even notice after a minute. When were you going to allow yourself to admit that you missed him? 

You looked through the window, cupping your hands around your eyes. You jumped at a face emerging from the other side. 

“Y/N?” 

“Ethan!” You put your palms against the glass. He was on the other side. The window was murky and cloudy but you knew his face well enough to recognize it through the blur. From the faint look, he was okay. He was alive. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m okay,” he said, weakly. It sounded like a lie. You narrowed your eyes but he couldn’t tell. 

“I specifically told you not to come,” you said. 

“It’s too late now.” “Did you find Mia?” He took a deep breath. 

“Yeah. Listen, if you see her you have to be careful. All of the people here are normal one second and then they are something completely different.” You nodded. 

“Can you get through the door?” 

“No. I have to find three keys.” 

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Spencer Mansion all over again.” You glanced at Chris. “Listen, I brought a friend out here. We’re gonna try and get in.” You tried the door again to no avail. 

“I’m gonna try and find the keys,” Ethan said. You didn’t want him to go but realistically couldn’t have him stand there with you, not with the apparent threats roaming the house. You nodded. 

“Please be careful.” 

“You too.” He left then, hand lingering on the glass. You turned to Chris, embarrassed. His jaw was set. “I’m gonna clear the trailer.” You nodded once, watching him go. 

-

Chris tried to convince himself he was happy for you. You had made a life for yourself. That’s exactly what he wanted you to do. He left you so that you would make a life he could never give you. Granted, he never expected to see the fruits of his sacrifice. The longer he was with you the more it became evident to him that his emotions never faded. It was like nothing had changed but everything had. You were the same but different. You caused him to want to smile even at dumb things, like attempting to open a door you knew was locked. You were in love with someone else. He had never seen you in love with someone else. He didn’t like the feeling of watching you with Ethan. 

His sense of duty overrode his emotions but even that wasn’t enough to stop his lingering gazes. 

You adjusted your vest in the trailer mirror. There was a head in the fridge and a gun on the counter. You were glad you had called Chris. He reloaded his gun as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. 

“There can’t be much padding left in that,” he said gruffly. 

“Hm?”

“The vest.” You looked down at it, like you hadn’t even noticed you were adjusting it. Your finger brushed his signature.

“It still does its job,” you promised. “Why, you got an extra?” He shook his head. You turned back towards him. “That’s what I thought. I’d rather have this than nothing at all.”

You kept the vest he had signed. 

He kept the gun you had used. 

How long could you dance around this stupid confession? 

“I’m gonna try to break the window,” you said finally. “To the front house.” 

“You don’t think they have bullet proof windows?” 

“We’re in the middle of Dulvey.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt to try.” Chris’s jaw set, nodding curtly. He followed you outside. He was weary of the ever growing black goop gathering outside. You tried to hit the window but nothing gave. You tried to hit it again, causing a more aggressive boom. “Shit. This gun was not made for this. Anything around I can use?” Chris started to look around his feet for something stronger. You moved along the deck. 

Abruptly, there was a squelching sound coming from the middle of the yard, near the trailer. Both you and Chris raised your gun, instinct taking over before the thought process. You watched as the black goop grew into some sort of figure, barely able to stand on its own two feet. You tried to force yourself to act surprised but nothing came. It was life like it used to be. 

Chris shot it first. It stumbled, just barely. You shot its head once and then twice. It came down only when the head was removed. 

“You ok-” you started and was suddenly cut off when something moved behind you. You turned but it was too late. There was something on your shoulder, something wet and cold and big. You had figured because your back was to the house, you didn’t need to watch it. You heard the gunshots but didn’t see them. You breathed deeply as the blackness dissipated. 

You stumbled backwards, hitting something else hard. You jumped, raising your gun, but Chris grabbed your wrist before you could even point it far. 

“Hey, hey.” 

It had been a minute since you were scared like that. You couldn't remember the last time your life was on the line. The shock must have shown in your eyes because Chris was holding your arms gently, looking at you with sympathy. “You’re okay,” he promised. You nodded. Your brain reverted back to where you knew that voice from and the comfort it brought. You cleared your throat, sitting up, swallowing hard. 

“I’m fine,” you promised. “I’m fine.” You stood up, wobbling on your feet. He held your elbow. “I’m just a bit rusty.” He scoffed. 

“Whatever you say.” He looked around. “They come out of the black mass. We watch that like it’s open space from now on,” he ordered. You nodded. 

“Okay. Yeah.” You cleared your throat. The coldness was gone. 

“What did I say?” 

“Black mass is bad.”

“Good girl.” You cleared your throat, flushing. “Now if you ever want your boyfriend out of that house, we have to keep moving.” He adjusted your vest with worry and then walked away like nothing had happened. You followed him with your eyes. 

-

You and Chris were outside debating if he could hoist you up onto the balcony of the second floor when the front door opened. You both looked down, eyes wide, as Ethan fell through the front door. He was clutching his side and a gun was in his hand. 

You ran up to him, almost dropping your gun yourself. 

“Oh God, Ethan? Ethan, are you okay?” He allowed himself to fall into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You breathed evenly as you held him in your arms. You pulled away to see him, look him in the eyes. “What’s wrong? What’s hurt?” There was dried blood on his face. Was it his? 

“I’m fine. I’m okay.” You pursed your lips, backing up. You looked him up and down and grabbed his hand. 

“What is this? Are these staples? What is this?” 

“I’m okay.” You gave him a bewildered look, mouth agape. His hand was held together by staples now. 

“I told you not to come. I told you to wait for me.” If you thought he would live through you hitting him, you would. You were relieved he was okay but you were angry he had left without telling you, putting himself in danger. You had shared with him your stressors about past relationships and he had walked right into one of them. 

“Who’s this?” 

Speaking of past relationships. 

You had almost forgotten Chris was there. 

He stood behind you, eyes averted, chin up. 

“Ethan, this is Chris Redfield. He was my partner when I worked at Stars and the BSAA.” Ethan knew the name and he knew the reaction he should have to it. He had driven you to do something you never wanted to do again. Ethan’s actions hadn’t manifested in you calling the man that had broken your heart. And you didn’t look like your heart was shattered. 

“We need to leave,” Chris explained, not bothering with a hello. He was keenly aware of the situation you were all in. 

“I still have to find Mia,” Ethan explained. 

“Did she do that to your hand?” you questioned. 

“There’s something wrong with her. I know where the anecdote is, if I can find that and find her then we can all leave.” 

“She’s a lost cause,” Chris explained. “There’s no use in looking for her now. The BSAA is currently narrowing explosives on this area and we need to be gone before the sun comes up if we don't want to get caught up in his destruction.” 

“I’m not going to leave her here,” Ethan argued. “The family here are infected by something. I think it has to do with the child she was watching before she went missing. I’ve found some infor-”

“In this line of work, we shoot first and ask questions later. I don’t expect you to know that Ethan but we need to leave,” Chris said, cutting him off. Ethan’s face hardened. You could tell the change in his demeanor as he moved his shoulders back, eyes going dark. You had no way of telling what he had gone through in that house and you had a feeling it was going to take a while to get it all out of him. 

“Do you agree with him?” Ethan asked, looking at you. 

“Don’t put me in the mi-”

“You’re in the middle. I’m putting you there,” Ethan said. “Do you think we should leave her and this entire family to just die?” You looked at him with soft eyes. This was one of the hard decisions you and Chris had to make everyday. You missed the naiveness of his viewpoint immensely. You thought you were working back towards it but it seemed the hard work never let you be. 

“I won’t risk your life for hers.”

“I’m not asking you to risk my life.”

“Will you risk mine?” Ethan shook his head in disbelief. 

“We’re losing time being out here,” he said. “I’m going to the old house and looking for that cure. Come with me or don’t, I don’t care.”

“You don’t mean that,” you said, reaching to grab him before he left but he brushed you off. You looked at Chris with pleading eyes, eyes he knew well. “We can’t possibly leave civilians here and nuke the place Redfield.” 

“It’s their choice to leave.” 

“Mia doesn’t have a choice,” Ethan called. He was already walking away. Incredibly conflicted, you stared at Chris, hoping for some guidance. He had never been the one to give guidance in your relationship. 

“Chris.” 

He had only ever turned you down once in his life. The look in your eyes could make him weak in his knees anyday. You could get him to toss himself off a building with that look. His jaw hardened.

You could die without him. 

You could die with him, he thought. When had he ever been able to save others before?

“Chris,” you pleaded. 

“We have four hours till sunrise. You and I will be gone by then.” You nodded curtly. He approached you before you could walk away. “But you’re not going to run around in that vest,” he muttered. He unbuckled the one he was wearing, untightening it as he lifted it over his head. Your eyes softened. He was still trying to protect you. Maybe he had been trying to protect you all along. 

“Chris I won’t let you-”

“I’m stronger than you.” You smirked, looking up at him. He had a smug look in his eyes. 

“I don’t remember you being forceful.”

“I never had to be. You were always a willing participant,” his voice was soft but disregarding. You glanced at Ethan who you could barely see in the shrubbery as he walked away. He took off your vest and placed it on the ground as he put his own over your head. “You need it more than me.”

“I’m just a little rusty.”

“I can’t risk a little rusty.” He tightened it around your waist, the same way he would help you mid mission before. It was warm. Was it humid out here or was it just the way his fingers brushed your skin? 

“Thank you,” you breathed. He nodded. He put your old one over his head. He had left all the things in his tactical vest. “You want any of these?” 

“I could do with a knife what you can do with a bomb.” You raised an eyebrow. 

“You better watch out Redfield. I might show you up even with the rust.”

“I’d like to see you try.” You wrapped your hands around the straps and leaned back, tilting your head. 

“I missed you.” He tried not to show any emotion but the words seemed so magical he couldn’t help it. He took a deep breath. 

“You know I did it to protect you right?”

“I know now,” you said quietly. 

“You have a life.” 

“I have a life,” you repeated. It was like you were trying to convince yourself of it more than him. You looked at Ethan. In the moment nothing seemed more appealing than leaving with Chris and being safe somewhere other than here. You knew what you had to do regardless. “You know, in another life, I wouldn’t have minded dying in your arms,” you said quietly. He had that sad look in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have lived through it,” he admitted. You gestured with your head. 

“Yes you would’ve. Come on. We have things to do.”

Part 2

[refiwrites]

"Just hold me" prompt with Ethan Winters, possibly with Ethan meeting a fem reader in the bakers house and she's having a panic attack and just needs to be held. Feel free to ignore

i couldn't possibly ignore this bc its my first request for ethan winters, so here it is!

ethan winters x fem! reader

wc: 1.0k

prompts: "just hold me."

warning/s: panic attack, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!

“I’m fucking done with this...” Ethan sighed out loud, after another creature falls at his feet. The smell of gunpowder lingering in the air as he opts to reload his gun.

Ethan looks at his surroundings before spotting a nearby shack across the river. He debated whether or not to go there with the threat of the monsters around him. He holds his gun tightly, making a last minute decision.

He’s going towards the shack. His tiredness took over his determination in getting out of this hell hole and he figured taking a few minutes rest inside it wouldn’t hurt.

Ethan carefully crosses a rickety bridge that almost threatened to break with every step he took. Thankfully it didn’t break as he made his way through.

Now Ethan holds his gun in his hand a little tighter as he approached the shack.

Breathing out, Ethan rounds it, trying to find the door, when he does, his first thought was just to barge in, just in case any enemies were in there.

But a deep inhale of breath coming from inside the shack stops his movement.

Ethan’s eyebrows knit together.

There was it again, this time the sounds were sobs, particularly from the sounds of it, Ethan figured it was a female.

As Ethan listened in, making sure it wasn’t some creature trying to mimic a hurt person, Ethan’s eyes also noticed the door being slightly ajar.

Holding his gun up to his chest with both hands, he slowly but surely pushes the door open with his shoulder, surprisingly, without sound.

His gun aimed out, looking inside the place.

However, what caught his attention most is that there was a woman sitting in the corner, her body was visibly shaking, taking in fast paced breaths.

Ethan could also notice that she looked like she wasn’t part of the place, nor the Baker family with her civilian clothing all torn apart as he could see some cuts on her arms and legs.

“Hey.” Ethan spoke up, but the woman continued to hug her knees, violently trembling as she was shaking her head.

He says it a little louder, no response.

Ethan decides on approaching her completely, slowly placing a hand on her shoulder.

“He-“

“No! No! Stop, please get away from me!”

She suddenly flinched. Ethan immediately retracts his hand, placing both hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

In her attempt to escape, she backs up more into the wall, which did nothing as she cried, trying to claw her way out of there.

Ethan could feel her emotions reach him, he gulped. “Hey- okay, I’m not here to hurt you- I’m not one of them!” Ethan said clearly for her to hear.

She looks at him, fear in her eyes, blurry vision due to her tears welling.

Staring at the man in front of you, your chest ached as your vision blurred as you tried to regain your breathing.

“I’m not one of them, I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise, look- all I want is to get out of this fucking place and I’m sure you do too.” The man continued to speak in front of you.

“I’m Ethan. Ethan Winters.” The man, or Ethan, said.

“I- I- I.” You stumble upon your words as the panic attack is completely taking over you with the things you’ve seen and the creatures you managed to escape, ending up in this shack as a last resort. You didn’t even think you’d still had a fighting chance.

Ethan finally thinks of something to help you calm down. “Okay, you’re okay.” He spoke with his voice calm, firm.

That’s when you felt his warm hand on your shoulder, no, not like the other family that lived in this house, their hands was cold, rotten, unhuman like even if their appearance was.

Your chest still heaved as you tried to regain your composure, your hair matted to your face as cold sweat covered you.

You stared at him, still whether unsure to trust him.

“Here.” Ethan said, taking the jacket off his shoulders before wrapping it around yours instead, the immediate warmth of it making you close your eyes.

Ethan watched, he wasn’t exactly skilled in comforting someone through a panic attack but he’s trying his best, even if it’s a complete stranger.

“T-thank you.” You stammered, trying to thank Ethan. He was definitely your highlight ever since finding yourself here.

Ethan, who had been sitting, watching you, smiled, but it quickly fades as he noticed you still trembling.

“You’re still shaking...” Ethan commented, you look up at him, your vision still hazy.

Ethan, makes a bold decision to do something, but it was only for the sake of helping you. He scoots from his sitting position to sit beside you. You were free to push him off though. “Come here...”

His voice sounded close now. You glance, finding him next to you with an arm extended. Ethan could see how you hesitated, but then started scooting up in his arms.

He carefully wraps an arm around you, letting you lean on him as you laid your head on his chest, where you could hear the faint thumping of his heartbeat.

The sound almost eases your trembling figure, letting you close your eyes, letting yourself focus on his heartbeat.

Ethan decided to aid in this as his hand slowly rubbed your shoulder to ease you.

As your panic attack dissipated, Ethan slowly began to retract his arm around you, but your movement made him stop as you spoke.

“Just hold me...”

As soon as the words rung in his ears, Ethan was taken-aback, but he answered through his actions. He kept holding you.

As soon as his arm relaxed around you, you mumble a silent ‘thank you’ as you breathed out in relief, glad that the panic attack had stopped and also thankful that there was someone in this place willing to do whatever it takes to survive and get out of here.

Maybe you really did have a fighting chance after all.

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

And then he heard the baby noises

[averysexyleon]

In which Karl takes the mold man on a road trip

“Is the hotel five star?”

“You betcha, Buttercup.  Room service.  Beach view.  Balcony.  Jetted tub.  You’ll be a Princess all weekend.  I wanted to camp, but I hate those stupid ass cheap PLASTIC tents you people use.  Don’t have one of the deuc-” 

“Camp? It’s November!”  

“Suck it up, Winters!”

“Asshole!  Also, the song’s over.  Your pick.  What deep dark mysterious, moody song do you have in mind?  Probably some Beethoven, right-or else anti-war–”

“Reach in the glovebox.  ABBA’s Greatest Hits remastered.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Take a Chance on Me.”

Ethan scoffed loudly.  “Is that the name of a song, or are you–”

“It’s a song, dumbass.” 

[seventhcirclesbian-art]

First actual post on this blog!

There’s a new chapter of Drown the Specter!