#— * ❛ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑‚ you die. ╱ post-village au.

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@herosace​ sent :  Today, Chris had the day off (for no specific reason of course) so he made sure Ethan could have a relaxing day. As much as he knew he loved Rose, sometimes a little time to relax by yourself wasn’t all that bad. So, the whole day the youngest Winter and the oldest Redfield had been out of sight as they let her father relax. It was only sometime in the afternoon, did the two come back, Chris holding Rose, who held something in her own tiny hands. Sitting down next to Ethan, Chris spoke to her gently, “Go on, show Papa what you made for him.” Excited hands turned the gift towards her father to reveal a card; a Valentine’s Day card – complete with a drawing of a happy family; them. Leaning over, Chris gave Ethan a quick kiss, causing their daughter to giggle before he murmured, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

ethan  appreciates  chris’  gesture,  appreciates  the  way  that  he  was  trying  to  make  sure  he  could  have  as  much  time  for  himself  as  possible  today.  a  valentine’s  gift,  just  for  him.  of  course  though,  by  the  time  the  afternoon ��rolls  around,  he’s  missing  his  two  favorite  people  like  mad.  the  time  to  himself  was  nice,  yes,  but  there’s  something  so  comforting  about  having  them  both  nearby,  hence  why  when  the  duo  finally  returns,  he  puts  down  the  book  he’d  been  holding,  attention  turning  wholeheartedly  onto  father  and  daughter.  before  he  has  time  to  say  anything  though,  rose  is  excitedly  showing  him  the  gift  she’s  made  for  him.  the  valentine’s  card,  with  her  little  drawing  of  their  family,  has  ethan  smiling  fondly  ;  chris’  kiss  just  makes  it  even  better,  too.    he  chuckles  softly,  murmuring,    “  oh,  you  two  ....    happy  valentine’s.  ”      then,  he’s  leaning  and  pressing  a  kiss  to  rose’s  forehead.    “  thank  you,  sweetie.  i  love  it.  ”    attention  then  turns  to  chris,  a  kiss  of  his  own  applied  to  the  older  man’s  cheek.  how  on  earth  did  ethan  manage  to  get  this  lucky?  he’ll  never  quit  being  grateful  for  it  all.      “  thank  you  both.  you’re  both  so  good  to  me.  ”          hands  reach  for  the  card,  which  rose  all  too  eagerly  passes  to  him,  clapping  when  ethan  opens  it  again  to  look  at  her  drawing  once  again.  that  affectionate  smile  still  on  his  face,  ethan  asks  her,    “  did  you  draw  this  while  you  were  out  with  dad  today?  ”

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indeed,  ethan  does  catch  the  faint  shade  of  pink  that  comes  to  settle  onto  chris  redfield’s  cheeks.  a  mission  accomplished,  if  he  does  say  so  himself,  especially  when  the  little  kiss  is  rewarded  with  a  kiss  of  his  own.  there’s  a  faint  smile  on  ethan’s  features  the  entire  time,  blue  eyes  fixated  so  intently  on  his  lover’s  handsome  face.  it’s  a  good  sign,  the  way  that  chris  doesn’t  seem  too  beaten  down  tonight  ;  there’s  been  more  than  one  night  where  chris  comes  home  late  and  looks  as  if  he  has  lost  faith  in  everything.  bad  days  are  a  common  occurance,  and  ethan  understands  it  —  they  both  have  those  days  where  it  seems  like  something  as  simple  as  breathing  is  impossible.  those  moments  though  make  the  good  days  all  the  better.  it  gives  a  more  profound  appreciation  for  them.  ethan  scoots  down  so  that  he’s  properly  lying  next  to  chris,  head  resting  upon  that  soft  spot  between  his  shoulder  and  his  chest.  his  spot,  as  ethan  has  mentally  deemed  it.  fingers  dance  across  chris’  skin,  head  raising  slightly  when  he  hears  the  question.  a  day  out?  brows  raise,  surprise  on  ethan’s  features  as  he  asks,    “  really?  are  you  sure?  ”      ethan’s  so  used  to  chris  being  busy  lately  that  the  idea  of  him  taking  a  day  off  has  taken  him  aback.  he  lays  back  down  against  the  older  man,  pulling  the  blankets  up  higher  before  adding,    “  we’ll  be  okay  if  you  actually  need  to  go  in  tomorrow.  i  promise.  you  don’t  have  to  skip  work  for  us.  ”      ethan  always  worries  when  chris  suggests  things  like  this  —  he  doesn’t  mean  to,  he  just  knows  how  important  his  job  is  to  him,  and  ethan  never  wants  him  or  rose  to  impede  on  that  in  the  slightest.

@moldcursed said: ethan’s still sitting up in bed when chris sleepily staggers out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower. he’d gotten home late and it’s obvious that he’s tired, but ethan wants to give him a bit of attention first since he���s been gone all day. so, as soon as chris slips underneath their blankets, ethan says, “i missed you today. rose did too.” then, he’s leaning over and pressing a kiss to the tip of chris’s nose, just because he can.

Work days always seem to last an eternity. He doesn’t know if it’s now because he’s got someone, a family to go home to. Either way, it seems to make the day drag on, yet also reminds him not to stay until the early hours of the morning like he use to. He supposes for every pro, there must be a con. He’s grateful towards his lover, for being so understanding. Ethan and Rose are his family, but he could never stop working. It’s ingrained in him, he’s unable to just stand back and watch innocent people lose their lives to zombies, to viruses.

Stumbling with a slight tiredness towards their bed, he joins his lover, though knows sleep will not be so easily granted. He finds he doesn’t care about that as much as he use to, why should it, when he can have the blonde in his arms? Speaking of, a well-toned arm wraps around him, bringing him closer. His nose wrinkles upwards at the kiss, a smile dancing on his lips, and a blush burning on his cheek swiftly joins it. He hopes Ethan doesn’t catch onto it, but with the lamp casting a faint glow, he finds that to be unlikely. Head tilting downwards, he press a chaste kiss on his lips to return the favour, “ I missed you too, both of you. ” The smile still plays on his lips when an idea pops into his head, “ How about we take Rose to the park tomorrow? ”

He’s sure the world wouldn’t crash and burn if Chris Redfield takes one day off.

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@keepspromises​ sent :  click. with a proficient silence, the door is shut behind him. though footsteps are not as well skilled, he still manages to only step on a floorboard or two, giving a silent squeak as he does. a soft giggle of a baby girl is heard and it takes no effort for a smile to be brought to the older man’s face. entering the kitchen his senses are filled with warmth, cooked food. something for rose. he sees the father in question, trying to multitask and in an effort to help, he swoops rose from him, resting her on a hip and bouncing her slightly, causing a giggle to leave the little ones lip. a repetitive move to keep the child entertained before his eyes fall on ethan, “ afternoon, ” a surprise – he’s home early for once, and he’s glad as he didn’t get to miss this, “ how’s my pretty boy doin? ”

“  c’mon,  rosie,  don’t  laugh  at  me,  ”    ethan  sighs.  of  course,  it  does  not  do  any  good  ;  her  little  giggles  continue,  rose  clearly  entertained  by  her  father’s  struggling  as  he  attempts  to  hold  her  in  one  arm  and  stir  together  dinner  with  the  other.  to  be  fair,  ethan  could  admittedly  just  put  her  in  her  high  chair,  but  ...  no.  no,  that  just  won’t  do.  he  is  so  wrapped  up  in  juggling  these  tasks  that  he  does  not  hear  the  floorboards  creak,  doesn’t  realize  that  someone’s  in  the  house  with  him  until  rose  is  lifted  out  of  his  arms  effortlessly.  eyes  widen  and  ethan  spins  around,  only  to  start  grinning  when  he  sees  chris  standing  there  with  the  baby  girl  in  question  on  his  hip.  now,  this  is  definitely  a  surprise.  the  sweet  name  calling  makes  cheeks  flush  ever-so-slightly,  ethan  answering  by  leaning  up  and  pressing  a  quick  peck  to  his  husband’s  lips.    “  he’s  better  now  that  you’re  here,  ”    he  responds,  smiling  up  at  chris.  rose  giggles  again  at  her  silly  dads,  and  ethan  can’t  resist  fondly  rolling  his  eyes.    “  this  little  one  —  ”    cue  him  pointing  in  rose’s  direction.    “  —  has  insisted  upon  laughing  at  my  struggling.  very  cruel.  ”      a  pause,  attention  briefly  turning  back  to  the  pot  he  has  cooking  on  the  stove.    “  you’re  home  early  ;  wasn’t  expecting  you  until  later.  ”    not  that  he  minds.  quite  the  opposite,  actually.

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@keepspromises​​ sent :  teasing  kiss. / from chris cause he a lil’ tease <3.

it  is  rare  that  ethan  can  manage  to  make  chris  go  on  an  actual  date  night.  so,  so  rare.  he  had  insisted  this  time  though  —  chris,  it’s  valentine’s  day.  let  me  take  you  out  —  and  of  course,  the  captain  could  not  refuse  then.  most  definitely  not.  no,  he’d  followed  along  like  an  loyal  dog,  allowing  ethan  to  dress  him  up  and  take  him  out  to  a  nice  restaurant.  rose  had  been  left  in  claire’s  care  for  the  evening  ;  it’s  a  sign  of  healing,  the  way  that  ethan  feels  comfortable  enough  to  leave  her  with  her  aunt  for  long  periods  of  time.  there  was  a  time  when  he  could  not  stand  being  apart  from  rose  at  all  —  but  he’s  learning,  he’s  adjusting.  everything  is  an  adjustment  period  when  it  comes  to  them,  isn’t  it?  chris,  learning  to  allow  himself  to  just  be,  and  ethan,  learning  to  realize  that  they  are  safe.  it’s  a  process,  but  it’s  one  that  they’re  dealing  with  together.  right  now  though,  they’re  in  ethan’s  car  ;  the  radio  is  playing  softly  in  the  background,  and  everything  is  just  ...  nice.  what  ethan  isn’t  expecting  though  is  the  way  that  chris  leans  over  from  the  passenger  seat,  leaving  little  kisses  scattered  along  ethan’s  jaw  and  neck.  

oh.

oh.

hands  grip  the  steering  wheel  just  a  bit  tighter,  eyes  remaining  fixated  on  the  road  in  front  of  him.  lips  twitch  into  the  slightest  of  smiles,  a  small  sigh  escaping  as  chris  continues  his  teasing.  there’s  a  hand  on  ethan’s  thigh  now,  and  oh,  he  is  so  tempted  to  pull  this  car  over  right  this  minute.  somehow  though,  he  refrains,  instead  merely  asking,    “  what  the  hell  are  you  up  to,  redfield?  ”    ethan  knows  exactly  what  chris  is  doing,  but  it  won’t  hurt  him  to  play  along  a  little  bit,  ahem.

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@canonfoddcr​ said :  ❝ Oh, she’s just a little angel! ❞ please let the duke hold baby rose please let him

rose  looks  so  SMALL  in  the  duke’s  arms.  she  always  looks  small,  yes,  but  in  his  arms,  she  looks  practically  miniscule.  ethan  grins,  shifting  so  that  he’s  leaning  against  the  wall  of  the  caravan  as  he  picks  at  whatever  dish  the  duke  had  prepared  for  him.  it’s  not  his  cooking  that  has  ethan  not  really  eating  —  it’s  the  fact  that  he  doesn’t  have  much  of  an  appetite  anymore  after  ...  well  ...  everything.  still,  the  company  is  nice  ;  ethan’s  not  quite  sure  where  he  would  be  without  the  duke,  truth  be  told.    “  she  is,  isn’t  she?  ”    he  replies,  blue  eyes  filled  with  fondness  as  he  watches  the  pair.  rose  giggles  and  reaches  up  for  the  duke’s  face,  and  the  sight  is  so  endearing  that  ethan  can’t  quite  resist  saying,    “  she  likes  you.  i’m  not  surprised.  ”

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@agntkennedy​

SOMETHING  IS  WRONG.

ethan  can  sense  it.    it's  startling,  actually,  to  be  out  with  rose  and  mia,  eating  ice  cream  and  pushing  the  little  girl  higher  and  higher  on  the  park's  swing  set,  only  to  slowly  feel  his  good  mood  steadily  replaced  by  DREAD  and  HEARTACHE.  

there's  only  one  explanation  for  it,  too  :  LEON.  the  connection  he  and  leon  have,  due  to  the  mold  that  the  scientists  use  to  slow  leon's  infection,  keeps  him  aware  of  such  things.  when  they're  close  to  one  another,  they  can  talk  silently,  words  that  only  the  two  of  them  can  hear,  but  when  they're  apart  like  this?  it's  these  flashes  of  FEELING,  of  EMOTION.  

it  is  worrisome,  especially  considering  ethan  is  all  too  aware  of  exactly  where  leon  is  right  now  ;  he's  all  too  aware  of  what  this  feeling  most  likely  means.  that  alone  is  what  has  ethan  quietly  asking  mia  if  it's  alright  if  he  leaves  their  outing  a  bit  early,  worry  and  concern  etched  onto  his  features.  she  agrees,  of  course,  and  after  he's  hugged  and  kissed  rose,  he's  off  and  heading  back  home.  

[  GOD,  PLEASE  DON'T  BE  WHAT  HE  THINKS  IT  IS.  ]

ethan  will  be  there  when  leon  gets  back,  prepared ,  solemn ,  and  braced  for  the  WORST.  familiar  jacket  and  gloves  have  been  tossed  aside  ;  he  lingers  in  the  kitchen,  nursing  a  bottle  of  beer.  alcohol  has  no  actual  effect  on  him,  but  it's  the  ILLUSION  of  it  that  provides  stability,  and  he  fucking  needs  that  right  now.​​

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@destallo​ sent : fingers brushed through the blonde locks, raspy voice only hummed when the sun rays creeped past the windows. " Good Morning, pretty boy. " Leon said with a little smirk as his azures half ways hidden under tired eyelids met with the other pair of pupils staring at him.

ethan  doesn’t  really  sleep.  it’s  not  something  he  does  much  ;  after  louisiana,  sleep  evaded  him,  and  now  after  the  realization  that  he’s  not  even  ALIVE,  he  doesn’t  even  NEED  it  anymore.  not  that  it  stops  him  from  laying  curled  up  next  to  leon,  under  warm  blankets  as  sunshine  streams  in  through  the  gaps  in  the  curtains.  it’s  nice.  it  feels  NORMAL,  and  god  knows  how  much  ethan  needs  to  feel  normal  nowadays.  he  doesn’t  even  realize  that  leon  has  woken  up  until  he  feels  familiar  fingers  in  his  hair  ;  the  gentle  name  calling  brings  a  wide  smile  to  ethan’s  face,  blue  eyes  alight  as  he  leans  in  and  presses  a  good  morning  kiss  to  the  older  man’s  lips. “  morning,  ”    he  murmurs,  scooting  just  a  bit  closer  to  leon’s  side  just  because  he  can.  ever  since  the  village,  ethan  runs  cold  ;  he’s  stealing  leon’s  warmth,  per  usual.    “  did  you  sleep  okay?  ”    

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@seeksbrother​​ said :  ❝ Please don’t freak out…but I’m pregnant. I SAID DON’T FREAK OUT. ❞

ethan  had  known  that  SOMETHING  was  different.  he  had  been  able  to  tell  that  claire  was  preoccupied,  that  there  had  been  something  on  her  mind  in  the  last  little  while  ;  he  just  hadn’t  known  WHAT.  it  was  worrisome,  admittedly.  and  now,  here  he  is,  standing  before  her  with  concern  on  his  features.  for  a  while,  ethan  had  planned  on  not  asking  ;  if  it  was  something  claire  wanted  to  say,  if  it  was  something  she  needed  help  with,  she’d  come  to  him.  but  now,  it’s  been  weeks,  and  it’s  obvious  that  something  is  still  off.

“  you  can  tell  me,  ”    ethan  murmurs,  hand  reaching  to  rest  atop  claire’s.    “  whatever’s  wrong,  you  can  talk  to  me.  ”

still,  he  hadn’t  been  expecting  claire’s  response.  not  in  the  SLIGHTEST.

for  a  moment,  ethan  is  speechless,  staring  at  claire  with  wide  eyes.  

PREGNANT.

claire  is  pregnant  ...    ethan  blinks  and  blinks  again.

then,  he  laughs.  a  disbelieving  little  laugh,  but  a  happy  one  nonetheless.    “  freak  out?  ”    ethan  repeats,  a  wide  grin  on  boyish  features.    “  claire  ...  baby,  i’m  HAPPY.  ”

don’t  mind  him,  leaning  in  and  pressing  a  quick  kiss  to  her  lips.

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@agntkennedy​ said : “do you want me to go?”

ethan  sits  on  the  edge  of  the  bed.  early  morning  sunlight  comes  in  through  the  crack  in  the  curtains,  revealing  the  mess  across  the  bedroom  floor  :  clothes  scattered  everywhere,  haphazardly  thrown  around  the  room.  god.  for  a  moment,  he’s  tempted  to  ignore  it.  for  a  moment,  he’s  tempted  to  just  lay  back  down  next  to  the  agent  still  asleep  in  his  bed,  but  he  doesn’t.  sleep  evades  him  nowadays.  it’s  not  even  worth  trying.  instead,  he  moves  to  start  cleaning  up  the  mess.  it’s  not  important,  no,  but  it’s  something  to  focus  on.  something  to  distract  from  that  gnawing  feeling  in  his  chest.

he  doesn’t  realize  that  leon  has  woken  up  until  he  speaks.  slowly,  ethan  turns  to  look  at  him,  a  tee-shirt  draped  across  his  arm.  leon  looks  ...  ENDEARING  like  this,  all  messy  haired  and  sleepy  eyed.  ethan  finds  himself  wanting  to  commit  the  sight  to  memory.  there’s  a  very  strong  chance  that  he’ll  never  see  it  again  ;  leon  doesn’t  usually  stick  around,  and  he’s  usually  up  and  gone  before  ethan  himself  is  even  awake.

“  nah,  ”    he  answers,  smiling  faintly.    “  stay.  i  don’t  mind.  ”    the  shirt  is  tossed  onto  the  back  of  a  nearby  chair,  and  ethan  then  steps  closer  to  the  bedroom  door  before  saying,    “  i  can  make  coffee  and  breakfast,  if  you’d  like?  ”

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@agntkennedy​ said :  "So, on a scale from one to ten.... how much would you be interested or open to potentially getting remarried?"

the  question  isn’t  expected,  not  in  the  slightest.  ethan’s  busy  typing  away  on  his  laptop  when  leon  utters  it,  and  it’s  a  moment  before  he  even  comprehends  exactly  what  his  partner  had  just  inquired.  blue  eyes  rise  from  the  screen,  a  blank  expression  upon  features  ;  had  he  literally  just  asked  what  ethan  thinks  he  asked?  no,  surely  not.  

[  BUT  HE  DID!  ETHAN  KNOWS  HE  DID!  ]

ethan  isn’t  against  marriage  in  the  slightest  ;  he  just  hasn’t  had  a  good  experience  with  it.  it  would  have  to  be  someone  who’s  trustworthy,  someone  that's  his  PARTNER  through-and-through,  someone  who  selflessly  continues  to  prove  that  they  care  about  him  and  rose  —  and  ethan  knows  exactly  who  that  man  is.  he's  known  it  for  ages  that  if  he  ever  were  to  remarry,  he  would  want  it  to  be  leon  kennedy.  

slowly,  a  slightly  amused  smile  rises  to  his  lips.  leon  looks  casual,  as  if  he  had  merely  asked  about  the  weather.  ethan  knows  the  truth,  though  ;  the  older  man  is  undoubtedly  fighting  the  urge  to  fidget,  only  years  of  training  preventing  nerves  from  making  their  appearance.  it's  endearing,  really.  

a  shrug,  followed  by,    “  hmm  ...  maybe  about  an  eight?  i  wouldn’t  be  against  getting  remarried.  not  in  the  slightest,  really,  but  it  depends  on  whether  or  not  the  person  i’m  marrying  fits  a  certain  list  of  criteria.  pretty  sure  i  know  a  few  people  who  do,  but  one  can  never  be  sure.  ”    he’s  teasing,  leon,  do  not  take  him  seriously  on  that  last  part.    “  WHY?  have  you  been  thinking  about  eventually  getting  married  yourself,  mr.  kennedy?  ”

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@biosurvive​ sent :  chris: carries his moldy dilf bridal style

ethan  isn't  expecting  to  be  randomly   (  and  quite  literally  )  swept  off  his  feet  by  chris  redfield.  one  would  think  he  would  be  used  to  the  man's  sudden  displays  of  strength  like  that,  but  no  —  he  will  never  once  get  accustomed  to  it.  when  he  is  first  lifted  up,  ethan  emits  a  tiny  squeak  of  surprise,  though  it  soon  turns  into  laughter  as  arms  fling  around  the  other  man's  neck.   " you  know  there  are  easier  ways  to  get  my  attention,  yes?  ”  a  kiss,  pressed  to  strong  jawline.    " or  is  this  just  your  idea  of  the  most  effective  way  to  do  it?  ”

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@rookierpd​​ sent :   ‘ i can take more. ‘ for lycan Ethan

leon's  words  make  ethan  groan,  face  buried  in  the  crook  of  the  older  man's  neck.  sharpened  canines  lightly  graze  the  flesh,  a  clawed  hand  gripping  his  partner's  hip  tighter.  it  takes  every  bit  of  self-control  not  to  entirely  let  instinct  hold  ;  ethan  wants  to.  there's  no  denying  that.  the  lycan's  instinct  is  to  TAKE  him,  to  FILL  him  up  completely,  to  not  show  any  RESTRAINT,  but  it  is  ethan  that's  fighting  the  urge  that  claws  and  scratches  at  the  back  of  his  mind.  ethan  wants  to  make  love  to  leon,  but  the  lycan  wants  to  FUCK  him.

he  hadn't  realized  how  obvious  the  struggle  was  until  leon  had  spoken,  had  assured  him  that  he  can  take  more.  ethan  almost  wants  to  sob  in  a  mixture  of  relief  and  conflict  ;  he  doesn't  necessarily  want  to  release  control,  doesn't  necessarily  want  to  give  in  to  the  bestial  instinct,  but  god  it  would  feel  so  fucking  good.  there's  too  much  risk,  though  :  what  if  he  hurts  him  somehow?  what  if  leon  actually  can't  handle  it?  he  knows  he's  overthinking  it  —  leon  knows  his  limits  —  but  this  is  all  still  so  NEW  to  ethan.  

there  it  is  again,  that  urge  to  LET  GO.

[  TAKE  HIM.  TAKE  HIM.  TAKE  HIM.  ]

“  are  you  SURE?  ”    the  question  comes  out  as  a  low  growl,  one  that  even  startles  ethan.  head  raises  so  that  he  can  see  leon's  expression  before  repeating  the  inquiry  once  more.  however,  this  time,  it  is  punctuated  with  a  sharp  thrust  to  remind  leon  exactly  what  he's  getting  himself  into.  if  consent  is  given,  ethan  WILL  relinquish  control  ;  he'll  let  the  wolf  out  to  play  with  his  favorite  little  toy.

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@lastescaped​ said :  "when was the last time you slept?"

jill  has  a  point.  ethan  doesn’t  like  to  admit  it,  but  she  does.  sleep  isn’t  something  he  does  much  of  anymore,  not  after  everything  that  had  happened.  not  after  having  his  heart  ripped  from  his  chest,  not  after  learning  the  truth  of  his  own  nature.  to  be  entirely  honest,  he  doesn’t  even  NEED  sleep  anymore.  not  really.  only  humans  need  sleep,  and  ethan  isn’t  human.  not  anymore.

he  shrugs.  every  time  he  tries  to  sleep,  it's  plagued  by  nightmares  and  horrific  recollections.  it's  just  not  worth  the  trouble.

“  i  ...  uh  ...  don't  really  sleep  at  all  nowadays,  ”    he  finally  answers,  leaning  back  in  his  chair  and  fiddling  with  the  gloves  that  cover  up  the  damage  to  his  hands.  a  nervous  tic.      “  not  since  the  village.  ”

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@antielevator​​ said :  [ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body. // the corrupt BSAA coming in for B.O.W. ethan winters in the middle of getting coffee w/ his good pal and seb ready to fight the whole UN-affiliated military org if he gotta

he hadn’t noticed it, the way that the people in the coffee shop had gradually filed out. that had been the whole point, though, hadn’t it? to act as if this was casual, to act as if they were normal civilians. the whole point had been to keep ethan unaware that he was being watched, and they’d certainly managed that. he had been none the wiser, merely sat there at his table, sipping coffee with his friend. it had been NORMAL. god, it had been so fucking normal. is ethan no longer allowed normalcy? is he not even allowed this small bit of it?

everything had been fine, but then there was an eerie silence settled upon the establishment. the chatter of talking and laughter had stopped, and ethan had finally looked up, had finally broken out of his little reverie. a moment too late, for then they came : four soldiers, rushing in from the back room of the shop, guns in hand, rushing towards their table, as well as an agent in a black suit following along behind them. he knows who it is before they even announce themselves : the bsaa, come to fetch their new toy. 

ethan immediately rises to his feet, gloved hands held in the air in a gesture of surrender. he won’t argue with them, not here. not while sebastian is here, too. he cannot have him be a casualty ; he won’t allow it.  “ hey, guys, put the guns down— we’re all friendly here, ”  ethan says, voice forced into lightness. internally, he’s panicking. god, he doesn’t want to go with them. he doesn’t want to be their weapon, used for god knows what. he can’t do it, he just can’t…

it startles him, the way that one moment he’s standing there with his hands held up, ready to try and talk it through, and the next he’s pushed against the wall with someone shielding him from the guns aimed directly at him. SEBASTIAN, to be exact. it’s enough to make ethan want to laugh. seb is ready to fight the entire fucking bsaa, just for him. it’s a selfless gesture, one that makes ethan’s chest tighten. he can’t have him getting hurt for him ; he cannot allow it.  “ seb, what the hell are you doing? ”  he hisses in his ear, acutely aware of the way that the soldiers likely wouldn’t CARE about civilian lives in order to get their new bioweapon.  “ don’t you DARE get yourself hurt for me. do you hear me? don’t you fucking DARE. ”

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@biosurvive​​ said :  ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap .

chris redfield and his displays of affection are something new to ethan. something that have him smiling to himself whenever he does them. ethan doesn’t mind them, not at all. quite the contrary, actually. he LIKES it ; he LIKES the way that chris will come up behind him and wrap his arms around him ; he LIKES the way that the captain will choose the most random moments just to come and lift him up into the air. yes, ethan likes it, and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t. it’s a new experience, but not a bad one. not in the slightest.

he’d rather have an AFFECTIONATE chris than one that refuses to look at him. one that refuses to let himself move on from what had been a MISTAKE. ethan is fine. he’s alive. rose and mia are safe, too, both tucked away in their own new apartment as well. it’s all FINE, and chris has more to do with that than he’ll give himself credit for. ethan doesn’t like it, the way that chris sometimes acts as if his reluctance to give ethan the details of the plan still matter ; it DOESN’T. not anymore. that’s all in the past now. 

at this particular moment, they’re outside as chris’ squad trains. it’s simple target practice, just them testing out their guns and making sure they’re in the finest condition, but ethan had wanted to come along. he doesn’t TECHNICALLY need a gun to protect himself, not anymore, but he wants to watch. it’s a new life now, and he wants to at least try and embed himself into it gradually— and the squad isn’t so bad. they helped with his military training after louisiana, so it’s not as if he’s unfamiliar with their company. 

he’s leaning against the captain’s chair, watching as bullets hit their mark dead-center in the middle of the targets— but his concentration is broken the moment that there’s suddenly an arm wrapping around his waist, TUGGING on him until ethan is no longer standing by his side, but instead sat in his lap. oh. OH.  arm drapes around chris’s neck, ethan shifting and turning to properly face him. there’s a smile on handsome features, amusement glittering in blue eyes as he says,  “ you know, if we were alone right now, this would not be this innocent, and i hope you know that— but, for now...”  and with that, ethan punctuates his sentence by leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to the other man’s lips. there, that should be good enough for now.

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