#chris is so worried over ethan.. please help him..

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RE bois with Zombie!Reader that just wants to live in their tiny house in peace? Please?

RE Lads Reacting to Chill-Zombie!Reader

Leon Kennedy

You could have all the warning signs and barbed wire in the world around your little zombie house and Leon would still manage to bumble his way through your front door, yelling at you like you're the reason he's there.

He'll see that you're a zombie and instinctively round-house kick you into your tiny makeshift kitchen. He's about to rip the basil you were growing out of its pot when he notices how nice your little zombie house is. It was definitely better than his ratty apartment. Leon will have a small crisis of faith as he finally considers getting a bed frame.

Chris Redfield

Sees the words 'DON'T OPEN, DEAD INSIDE' on your little house and takes that as some kind of challenge. Surely whoever wrote that warning didn't mean him, what's the worse that could happen if he kicked in the door?

Off the door comes from its hinges, while Chris sweeps your one-room home with the barrel of his gun. He can't help but think to himself that this is a suspiciously nice zombie house. As his gaze reaches the last corner of your house, he spots you perched on your neatly made zombie bed, crocheting a little zombie blanket (even dead people need hobbies). When you continue to crochet awkwardly, albeit a bit slower than before, Chris decides he's made a terrible mistake, and backs out nervously, attempting to put the broken door back in its place as he leaves.

Carlos Olivera

He'd read the warning on your house as 'DON'T DEAD, OPEN INSIDE' and would still be like "This sign can't stop me; because I can't read!".

Deciding that the door would be too obvious of an entryway, Carlos instead sails through your window, knocking something over in the process. When he gets up, he sees you, a little zombie, sitting at a small breakfast table, watching the news on a grainy, antique TV. Carlos follows your gaze to his feet, where he sees the now-destroyed pie you had left to cool on the windowsill. Carlos is heartbroken as he remembers the pies his Abuela used to bake. Saddened at seeing your hard work go to waste, Carlos jumps into action. "Don't worry," he says "I can fix this!". He gets to work in your little kitchen and in no time at all, a new pie is in the oven. Afraid of breaking anything else, Carlos apologises one last time before he leaves, and you smile delightedly back at him.

Albert Wesker

For whatever bullshit reason he has to hide somewhere and decides the little, highly-defended cottage you live in would be perfect.

He slams your front door shut behind him, huffy and sweaty before he notices a surprisingly well-kept zombie nestled in an armchair, reading a book. Enjoy a healthy dose of silent, prolonged eye contact, until Wesker takes a look around the quaint, bombed-out hovel that you've made for yourself. Assuming you can speak, he's gonna have a lot of questions. They mostly center around if you would like to kindly enter this luxurious iron-barred box he keeps at all times... No, it's not a cage, it just looks like a cage! And no, the armed men with tranquilizer darts aren't here to hurt you, he promises!

Ethan Winters

Considering this man's luck, he'd probably come crashing in through your ceiling, groaning and cussing as he lands in a heap on your threadbare carpet.

Ethan sees that he's just fallen into your zombie house and wonders for a moment why bad things only seem to happen to him. But he struggles to get up after landing on his ankle. Steadily, you pull up a chair for him and make him a coffee, which was probably the most appetizing thing Ethan has had shoved in his face lately, so he drinks it. And it's not bad coffee either, maybe you used to work in a Starbucks. You and Ethan sit in amicable silence while he finishes his drink, thanking you quietly before hobbling out the door. He turns back as he leaves your garden and you send him off with a little wave. You were definitely a nice zombie.

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Coming back home.

Chris Redfield x reader

Warnings: angst (literally just angst)

Word count: 1538

Weeks. Maybe even months have passed since he last returned home. At first it hurt him to stay away for so long, but now? He was more unsure of how he should even explain why he stayed away for so long, why he couldn‘t have returned home. How his last mission made him have to leave a man, a friend, alone to die. How he had to pretend to kill his friends wife and kidnap his baby just to get him to go there.

How could he ever return to his family after ruining theirs? What gave him the right to have a perfect family at home when Ethan died trying to protect his?

But his family was back at home waiting for him ever since he stepped out of the front door. Leaving his wife with his baby alone. Leaving the responsibility of a loving husband and father behind him. He thought he could return soon after he left but the way things turned out to be made him dread to come back home, to tell her about what he did, what kind of man he had become and how he killed someone, sent someone to their death, for a mission.

So he turned to the only thing he knew, alcohol. He has been sitting in bars for over a month. Drink after drink in his hand. Drinking the pain and worries away the way he did before Piers found him. Only this time he can‘t forget anything, he can‘t forget the pain in Mias voice as she thought Ethan would come with Chris onto the plane, that Ethan would flee. But he went back. Nightmares haunted him ever since. Seeing himself walking back, her, his love screaming his name, sobbing. Then he‘d wake up. Drenched in sweat. He started hating himself each night a little more.

It hurt him to keep his wife in the dark about all of this, to not tell her where he is right now. Her messages got shorter, but the pain and hurt in them grew. He felt her desperation through the screen. He felt as if their connection grew weaker, not his love for her though. It wouldn‘t go away. It couldn‘t. and after everything he did these past years, her feelings didn‘t grow weak either, not even after how he was treating her right now. He didn’t respond to the texts, not one. He could imagine her hurt whenever she saw the little ‚seen‘ on the bottom of her messages. It didn‘t feel great to treat her like this, how could it? She was all he adored. And he knew he wouldn‘t stop adoring her, not for a long time.

But as her messages grew more desperate, so did his need to drink. His need to forget. His need to come home.

He couldn‘t come back. What would she think of him? Think of his actions?

As Chris was in his misery so was his wife. His wife back at home barely had any sleep, she couldn‘t, because what if Chris would come back? Text her back? Tell her that he needs help, that she should contact Leon, Jill or maybe even Claire. She had to be ready. Not one time did she think she could find her husband anywhere near a bar, not after his history of drinking. „I don‘t care what happened, please just come home. Just come home to me.“ Seen. Oh how she wished, he‘d just write the smallest respond.

Each day she cried herself to sleep, each day she only woke up to take care of their child.

„Claire stopped by today, she said I should give up on you.“

„I can‘t give up on you.“

„I don‘t want to.“

Her messages grew sadder.

„Chris, I need you home.“

„I need to know you‘re safe.“

Seen.

Seen.

Seen.

A small sign that he‘s still alive.No, a small sign that he night be still alive.

„Caroline just turned four, she misses her daddy.“

Seen.

Then one night. 6 months had passed since he first left. One night the front door opened. Loud banging was heard from downstairs, scaring her out of the little sleep she could get. She was scared, because at this point the idea of someone breaking in was more realistic than Chris coming home. It was sad, that the first thing that came to her mind was someone breaking and not her husband coming home. The banging continued, it might‘ve even grown louder, but in her state of shock she wouldn‘t be able to tell. Slowly she took one of the pistols Chris hid in their drawer. She couldn‘t handle guns. She never had to. Chris always assured her she wouldn‘t have to use it. But right now she needed it, the thought of someone hurting her, hurting her baby, filled her with fear.

Her feet quietly took her to her daughters room, stoping at the door to check on her. Nothing. A sigh of relief left her as she continued her way. At least her daughter was asleep safe and sound. Walking downstairs she heard quiet curses, causing her heart to drop.

“Chris?”

Her voice was filled with pain, she did not look like the girl, no the woman, he had left behind. In her place was a Wrack, only barely could you recognize the beauty in her. It was his fault. All of this was his fault. He did not just ruin the Winters family, no, he ruined his own. The one he worked so hard on. The one he should’ve protected and came home to.

It all dawned to him. If he would’ve just come home when the mission was done…

And for the first time in months, he allowed himself to feel.

To feel the guilt.

The anger.

The pain.

It all hit him like a truck. Crashing into his open arms, wrapping its fingers around his heart and just started squeezing. Squeezing until his eyes welled up with tears and he cried. He cried for the winters. He cried for his own family and he cried for her. For the woman he ruined. For the mother of his child. His wife. The person that supported him by everything he did, everything he ever planned. Everything he was. And him? He left her, left her alone to rot , knowing she had a hard time without him there, had a hard time in general with even just talking to people. He left her alone and ruined her. How could he do this to her?

To their daughter?

To their family?

A soft hand on his cheek made him flinch, the common touch of a lover scared him. Made him fear that he ruined it, Made him fear that if he’d open his eyes again, she would be gone. Fearing that none of this is real. That she‘s not real.

How did he even end up back at home? He didn‘t know, he didn‘t care.

He could only remember some snippets of how he got here. How the taxi driver looked at him disgusted.Had he looked so bad? He hadn`t shaved since he left home, probably reeked of whiskey. That fucking whiskey.

But nothing mattered, not now. Not the whiskey or how he got here. All that matters is the way her touch felt in his rough skin, how he was barely worth being under her gentle gaze. A sob ripped through him. A repeating mumble of apologies left his lips over and over again, tears just continued to fall, continued to soak her fingers, but she never took her hand away, she wouldn‘t dare. „Shh… it‘s okay, you‘re home. You‘re safe.“ Her whispers felt like prayers that could safe his soul, could make him forget his pain and his troubles… But they could not undo his sins. Could not undo how he killed his friend.

„I did something…“ His sobs broke her heart, the way the words left him made her heart stop for a second. „I couldn‘t safe him.“ His fingers were clawing on her arm, desperately trying to hold her closer, she did notwithstanding it, she kneeled down next to him and let him embrace her, use her for his own comfort. It did not matter to her that she was hurting in this moment or the past months. All that mattered to her was that he was there. it felt like a dream and if it was, she wouldn‘t want to wake up.

His head was nestled in the crock of her neck, the tears wouldn#t stop falling. Both of them weren’t able to tell who they were from. The pain they shared in this exact moment made them feel something, feel alive for the first time. Chris felt sober, his mind was clearer than ever before. And her? She stayed quiet, let him talk, eat him cry as tears fell from her eyes. She wasn#t crying for her broken heart, no, she was crying for the broken little boy in her arms. The boy that clung onto her like she wold disappear if he just let go.

Minutes, maybe even hours passed before both of them realized that Chris was finally home.

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Searching

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart One Shot

Rewriting Book 1's Chapter Four: Dolores

A/N Honestly, this chapter bothered me on so many levels. As someone who has gone through two high risk pregnancies and been to the emergency room more times than I'd like to think about, my obgyn (or one from the group) was the one to always treat me as soon as the E.R. doctors found out I was pregnant. So to have an intern and Ethan treat Dolores and allow HER, the patient, to make life threatening decisions on postponing the surgery just *hits head on wall repeatedly*. So, even if I hate to continue this line of treatment to a fictional pregnant woman (and since this is a rewrite I'm definitely changing the canon ending for my own sake!), here's how I would think this chapter would have gone with what we see from Tobias in Book 3. He was never one to hesitate in making decisions, which was shown in the chapter with the man having seizures. For the Ethan stans (which I love him too!) I never understood PB's reasoning to let him, this brilliant doctor, allow Dolores to talk him into postponing emergency treatment. I don't think with what we know of him that he would have waited either.

Masterlist

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It'd been hard to tell an old friend that she and her child were in danger. After Chris ran the tests, he saw immediately what the next necessary steps were. Tobias sent for the oncall obgyn to get their opinion. They next prepared Dr. Tanaka's surgical team for what needed to be done. Both NICU and the obstetrician were scrubbing up to assist in surgery.

"Tobias, no!" Dolores cried out as she was wheeled from the E.R. to surgery. "Please, give me more time."

"We don't have time." He squeezed her hand as he walked beside the gurney. "It isn't safe for you or the baby to wait another second."

Tears streamed down her cheeks. "What will happen to my baby?"

"He'll have the best care in NICU." He promised her. "And you'll be able to watch over him while he's there."

She sniffled as more tears fell. As much as she trusted him, hearing the news that her baby would be born so early scared her more than anything. Thoughts of if she did something wrong flooded through her mind. Those thoughts gave way to the plans she'd made to give her son the best of everything in life and that included the right beginning.

She still didn't have his nursery ready. Her sister was coming into town the following week to help her pick out a crib. She'd bought nothing, save for a little frog. Once she saw the soft blanketed stuffed animal, she knew it was perfect for her own little tadpole.

"I wish I had his little frog. He needs his first toy. I planned on giving it to him when he was born." She mumbled.

Dolores felt ridiculous. Here she was thinking of a stupid toy when her world was turned upside down. In that panic filled moment, she would give anything to not have lost it in the fire.

Tobias let go of her hand once they took her into surgery. He stood there outside the automatic doors with a heart heavy with worry. He knew the chances of their survival were slightly better for her than if the fire had never happened. He couldn't imagine her alone in her apartment when a seizure struck.

"Dr. Carrick?"

He turned towards Chris. He'd completely forgotten about basically taking her patient away and not giving her a chance to treat Dolores.

"Sorry about taking the decision from you, Valentine." He apologized. "But--"

"No, you did the right thing." Chris interrupted.

"It was the only decision that could be made." He added, hoping she really understood. "As much as Dolores fought against it, this was the only way to give them both a chance at survival."

"I know." She mumbled, arms folding across her torso as if chilled. "And I know how difficult it has to be to tell someone something like that, especially if you're close to them. Honestly, it's hard to stand there and tell a patient I don't know that it doesn't look good."

He nodded, his lips firming in a grim line. He knew it was difficult for some doctors to state the truth. He was one of the lucky ones who could separate his feelings in that moment and tell someone their illness was terminal or that their chances were not as great as one would hope.

No one doubted he cared as he treated his patients. People soon realized that the reason he could so easily tell someone they were dying was because he was the kind who would want a doctor to tell him the absolute, non-sugarcoated, truth if he had a terminal condition. He knew the only way a person could cope was if they had all the facts.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he slumped against the wall.

"I think this is worse than giving a patient bad news." He told her. "Waiting to see what happens with a necessary treatment makes the job, at least for me, harder."

Chris leaned beside him. She quietly studied his dejected demeanor and felt a longing to comfort him. It wasn't the usual feelings when she saw a friend or patient sad. Something about Tobias made her want to be the only one he would turn to in times like this.

Nudging him with her elbow, she tried to keep his spirits up.

"You did everything you could to give this a chance to work." She reminded him. "There's a great team in there fighting for both Dolores and her baby because of you and your quick diagnosis."

Tobias snorted softly. Her fervent words were spoken with such conviction that it made him wonder just what she felt for him. Was it simple admiration or possibly something more heartfelt?

"Careful, Rookie. That sounds dangerously close to hero worship."

Her laughter was a stark contrast to the eerily quiet hallway. It brought a smile to his face as he listened to the joyful sound. Something about the way Chris laughed made him want to join in. It didn't matter if he was able to cause it or if he happened to overhear it. He simply wanted to be near her and enjoy the infectious feelings that came over him whenever he knew she was happy.

With a smile lingering, she quipped back, "I admire you a great deal, Dr. Carrick, but hero worship might be pushing it."

"I'll get there one day." He teased.

Still smiling she shook her head. After a few moments of companionable silence, a yawn slipped out.

"What time does your shift end?" Tobias asked.

"About two hours ago." She replied.

"Go home." He ordered. "Me and everyone else here will need you well rested for whatever we have to face tomorrow."

"I want to stay and see how Dolores is." She argued. "I know you took over her case, but I--"

He reached out and gently squeezed her hand, cutting off her argument.

"You still need some sleep, Chris." He tugged her closer, making her heart skip about, then turned her towards an oncall room. "I'll wake you when we know something."

She hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to leave him alone to face whatever was to happen. She knew there was a chance, one too horrible to contemplate, that Dolores and her baby might not survive. The thought alone broke her heart. She couldn't let him deal with the outcome without someone there to comfort him.

She knew if it was reversed, she'd want him by her side.

"I don't think I could fall asleep." Chris checked the time. "Why don't we get out of here?"

His eyebrow lifted while a flirty smile popped up. "Me and you?"

"Easy there." She teased. "As fun as that would be, I thought we could go look for Dolores's frog."

He glanced once again at the surgical doors. She could see both his wanting to leave and his need to stick around until the end warring within him.

"I think it would make this a little easier on her if we could find it. If we can't, maybe there's a store nearby where we can find a replacement." Chris added.

Tobias studied her for a few seconds in silence. He'd suspected she had a tender heart from the first time he'd seen her with a patient. He was pleased, especially in this particular situation, to see that he was right.

"Let me get my car keys." He jogged off towards the locker room.

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"So?" Chris began once they left. "How long have you known Dolores?"

"Ten years." Tobias replied. "She was my first patient fresh out of medical school."

"Have you kept in touch?"

"We have, though not as much as we did when we first met." He grinned over the memories. "She and her sister had me and my old roommate over for dinner a lot that first year. Then we'd meet up occasionally. Now we mostly exchange Christmas cards and talk through texts."

"Did you two date?"

Chris couldn't believe her own nerve for asking that.

"No." He replied, chuckling at the notion. "Dolores and her sister have certain tastes in significant others and I didn't line up with what they were looking for."

"Why not?" Chris persisted.

Tobias cut his eyes at her. "Is that disbelief I hear in your voice that someone didn't find me attractive?"

She began to laugh while shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, partly. Mostly I'm curious as to why you didn't line up with their own desires."

"I don't exactly have a reputation for long term relationships." He admitted.

"So I've heard." Chris teased. "In fact, second dates seem to be a rarity in tales of your exploits."

He pulled over near Dolores's office, threw the gear shift into park, and turned towards the woman next to him.

"Does that bother you? Those tales you've heard?"

Chris met his curious gaze and slowly shook her head.

"Not at all."

A flirty smile flashed his way, making his own pop up.

"In fact," she opened her door, "your history reminds me a little of my own."

Tobias unbuckled and hurried after her.

"So you're a heartbreaker?" He asked.

"There might be a few men who would call me that." She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Nowhere near enough to give your reputation a run for its money."

He chuckled as they began to search around the recently burned building.

"Maybe I should be scared." He teased. "I never would have thought you were a love them and leave them kind of person."

"You shouldn't be scared." Chris abruptly stopped to make him bump into her.

The moment his hands landed on her waist to steady them both, she swiftly turned around to face him and draped her arms over his shoulders.

His breath caught when she moved closer to him, head tilting as if she was getting ready for a kiss.

"The ones I left never complained about the loving part." She whispered close to his mouth. "Just imagine how much better it is when I stick around."

Stepping away before he could make a move, she motioned him towards a storm drain.

"Looks like this is where most of the water is going. Maybe the toy got swept down there."

Tobias shook himself out of his shock of having her that close. Once her words registered, he found himself ready to put her to the test. They'd been dancing around the issue for weeks now. With how he felt and how often she flirted with him, he knew without a doubt they were going to happen.

She just had to go and remind him of why they were out here.

One day, he thought, I'll have that perfect moment alone with her and we'll finally begin.

Knowing that standing near a half burnt building wasn't the atmosphere he would want for that to happen, he flattened himself on the pavement.

"It's too dark to see anything down there." He grumbled.

Chris handed him her phone to use as a flashlight.

"I see it." He pushed up off the ground once he realized he couldn't easily get through the opening. "I think I might get stuck if I reach for it."

Chris eyed how his damp shirt molded over his muscles. Her hands ached to see just how they'd feel beneath her palms. She'd caught him a time or two changing in the locker room. It'd taken all of her self control not to ogle him.

He caught her staring. A flash of heat went through him over the way she was checking him out. He couldn't stop his smug smirk from forming.

"I need your mind in that gutter, Valentine."

Chris snorted on her laugh as she forced her eyes off of him to analyze the best way to rescue the toy.

"You think you could use all those muscles I see to not only hold me but also keep me from tumbling down that hole?"

"I can do a lot more than hold you." He winked at her.

"I intend on giving you a chance to prove that one day." She quipped back.

Without complaint, she got down on the wet pavement and scooted towards the drain. Tobias held onto one of her arms while she reached for the toy.

"I can't quite reach it." Chris looked up at him. "Hold my waist so I can scoot further in."

Tobias wrapped his arms around her, smirking when he felt her momentarily stiffen against his body pressed against her lower half.

"You okay?" He couldn't resist asking.

His voice, deeper than usual, made her want to sink against him and see what would happen next.

"More than okay." She looked back at him over her shoulder. "Don't let go."

"I always knew you'd say that to me."

Chris laughed as she reached for the toy.

"If you get stuck down there, Chris," Tobias joked, "I'm leaving you the moment a clown pops up."

"I'm pulling you in with me once I see he has a balloon." She giggled when he playfully pretended he was going to let her go.

She reached a little further and finally managed to snag the edge of the frog's blanket with the tips of her fingers.

"I've got it!"

Tobias pulled her out.

Chris grimaced over the dirty street water coating the front of her scrubs.

"Don't worry." Tobias reached up to wipe a muddy smudge off her cheek. "You're still cute."

"As long as you think so." She smiled over his hand lingering against her damp skin.

"I do." He grinned. "Now let's see what all the fuss was about."

The two examined the dirty little frog.

"Think he's salvageable?" Chris asked.

"We'll see once he's cleaned up." Tobias responded. "If not, I know where the spare key is to the gift shop. I'm sure there's some kind of frog thing in there."

As they walked back to his car, she nudged him with her elbow.

"We make a pretty good team."

Tobias opened the passenger door for her.

"You're just now realizing this?" He teased.

She paused in getting in, folding her arms along the top of the door so she could lean closer to him.

"I suspected we would." Her eyes drifted over his handsome face when he leaned even closer. "Now I'm certain of it."

"Good." He nodded towards her seat. "Let's get you, me, and this pitiful frog cleaned up."

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A few hours later, the pair wheeled an exhausted Dolores towards NICU. She was hugging the sterilized frog close to her chest while fighting back tears.

"One of the doctors told me that the first night is the most crucial." She mumbled. "I don't know what I'll do if he..."

Her words were cut off by a gut wrenching sob.

Chris reached down to hug the frightened woman.

"He's a fighter." She whispered. "And having you there will make him fight all the more."

Dolores squeezed her tight while trying to calm down. "Okay. I can do this."

Tobias pushed her wheelchair into the nursery.

"Oh!" Dolores exclaimed when she saw her baby for the first time.

With tears falling she reached out and gently touched her son's hand, laughing some when he gripped her finger.

"My little tadpole." She said while stroking his cheek with her other hand. "I'm so happy to finally meet you."

Tobias placed his hand on her shoulder. "We'll give you two a chance to talk."

Dolores nodded, never taking her eyes off her baby.

Chris wiped at her own tears once they stepped outside.

"Sorry." She sniffed while searching for a tissue. "I know I should be more stoic."

Without saying a word, Tobias draped his arm around her.

She turned towards him to press her face against his shoulder while her body shook with muffled sobs.

He gently rubbed her back.

"It's okay to feel things as a doctor, Chris." He reminded her.

"Not according to one of my professors." She blubbered. "I just know how much harder this could be if we'd lost one or even both of them."

"Yes, it could have ended badly." He hugged her close. "Tonight though, we got a win. We won't always, but for tonight we'll rest in knowing we beat the odds once more."

[ask-princessandromeda]

[Kore was sitting on a chair at her desk, - it was neat and tidy a stack of paper and her stationery were neatly put away in special pieces and looked immaculate, Her cat-shaped lamp burned dimly, illuminating the room and beautifully harmonizing with the radiance of Kore's skin. She held the freshly written letter tenderly in her hands, her hair was neatly braided and tucked over one shoulder]. Hey guys, I have a request for you. [She looked up at them, they were sad and shiny, her whites were reddened].

This. [She nodded gently at the envelope in her hands]. A letter for my father, it contains everything I want to say to him, a request to forgive me and... everything that I can't say anymore.

[Her shoulders twitched]. I'm not as brave as Ethan, I won't be able to come to him one last time and leave, and Dad won't let me go.… [Kore blinked and exhaled sharply]. Could one of you deliver it? the address is written on the back and... I would be eternally grateful...

Ethan: *his breaths are unsteady and arrhythmic as he struggles to find his words* I’m not, not, I’m not… as brave as you think. I mean, you’re the one who convinced me to take that decision in the first place, and now that I’m thinking about it, now… Nevermind. Point is, you’re much more responsible and thoughtful than me, Kore. How your father wouldn’t let you go if you came to him, how it would be difficult for you to see him one last time- I completely understand. It makes me wonder though… how would my own father react to seeing me? Would he even bother convincing me to stay?

Ethan: *looks down* I’m sorry, I’m making all of this about myself again. *gently cups Kore’s face, noticing her reddened eyes* I would be honored to send your letter to Daphnis, if you’re willing to entrust me with it. Aside from that, I would really like to meet him one more time before I’ll become unable. As I told you, he seems like a great man and I admire him, truly and deeply.

Chris: *places his hand on Ethan’s shoulder, blinking rapidly to swallow his tears* Hey, Ethan. I admire your intentions, I admire them so much. I want to help Kore too, and yeah, Daphnis seems like an amazing person. Yes, he is… I’m just worried that the transportation itself would be dangerous for you. What would Kronos think if you disappeared all of a sudden? I’m so sorry, but I’m worrying, and I’m not sure if you could make this way to the mortal world… Please, let me help you. *turns to Kore, a sympathetic look on his face* If our dear friend allows it, of course. I might not like it, but my father is the god of messages after all, and since I’m not really a part of the Army anymore, I can move more freely to the mortal world.

Alabaster: *barely pushing through the lump in his throat* I-I c-could help you. Cover you with mist, so you could help Kore, and… And help her transmit her thoughts to her father. I can only begin to imagine how important this is. I’m sorry…

Ethan: Thank you, Al. So me and Chris could go together?

Chris: As I said, only if our friend is fine with it. *kneels next to Kore, sighing* I’m so sorry, so infinitely sorry that this is alllll I can do for you. I’m not good for much, and I certainly have no place to stand between you and your fate. Yet this letter seems so sacred to me, and it would be the greatest honor to be entrusted with it. *gently runs his fingers on the surface of the envelope* Am I even fit to sew the strings that connect you and your dearest person in your last days here? I’m sorry, so sorry. I will do my best for you. *kisses her on the forehead*

Chris: *gets up, his gaze falling onto his brother* You understand this, Luke, right? You understand how sensitive, how important…

Luke: I understand this more than you could imagine, Chris. *looks down, hesitating* We could never be just children to our parents, right? The demigod life never allowed us to feel the comfort of having a family, or the stability and certainty that we will see them after a quest is over. Another unfair thing… We apparently don’t deserve a normal life, and most of us, not even a life at all. *he spoke slowly, steadily, accentuating every sound, with no hint of shock in his voice*

Luke: Nothing, nothing, nothing. We deserve nothing, and neither do our parents. We can’t even see them, feel their affection in our last moments at least. Affection? What affection? Was ever any affection to talk about, or was that also taken away from us since the second we were brought into this wrecked world? Ethan, was there ever any affection? Or is it all a charade?

Ethan: I’m… I’m not sure, Lord.

Luke: *carefully picking up the envelope* Pink flowers, wild flowers, flowers over maiden Kore. Beautiful, shouldn’t it be? In any way, even if there’s no affection to talk about, an illusion of it is enough to comfort us. Am I right, Alabaster? *smiles*

Luke: *puts down the envelope* You are lucky to have Daphnis, Kore, yet so doomed. We all are. We all are, starting from my poor mother… I’m not sure if I forgive her. But I have to tell her that…

[maria021015]

SPOILERS AHEAD!

“Come on, Stiles, please !” Zaida pleaded with the boy as she lightly slapped his face in an attempt to wake him. She was leaning over the center of the car, the gear shift digging painfully into her stomach. “Just wake-up!”

Checking her phone for what felt like the hundredth time, there were no new notification. No one was responding to her calls or messages. Xander's phone had gone straight to voicemail. He hadn't been responding to her at all and when she had gone back to the apartment earlier that day he hadn't been there. At first she hadn't thought anything of it, knowing he had gone back to work to try and figure out how to hide the supernatural and 'solve' the murders - more like clean up the mess tidily. But now that he still hadn't called her back? She was worried to say the least. They were stuck here in the middle of a storm with a car that probably no longer worked - that she did not know how to drive - as the culmination of months worth of plans and failure was being fought out and there was nothing she could do but sit there and wait for Stiles to wake up. Simply because she refused to leave him there alone. Curse her damned heart.

As she was double-checking that no messages had arrived without a notification by some impossible glitch, her phone lit up and began to buzz with an incoming call. Instead of Isaac, or Allison, or Scott responding to her, instead Lydia’s name filled the screen. Answering the call and lifting her phone to ear, she was immediately harassed by Lydia’s shrill voice in a panic.

“Lyds, calm down, I can’t understand what you’re saying.” Zaida’s brows drew together in concern as her best friend’s frantic voice greeted her on the other end of the phone line. She leaned forward in her chair, blocking one ear to drown out the noise of the pouring rain and pressing her phone’s speaker to the other.

“It all went so wrong! We had a plan. Derek and Cora were supposed to drive out of Beacon Hills and hide while we distracted Kali and Aiden, but Jennifer…sh-she showed up and she killed Kali and almost killed Ethan and Aiden and she made me scream and Derek and Cora came back.” The girl ranted, her words rushing out of her mouth faster than a burst dam.

“Where are you now?” Zaida questioned, immediately thinking about the girl’s safety.

“I’m okay, I’m still at the loft with Cora and the twins, but Derek…Derek left. With Jennifer. He’s going to help her fight against Deucalion and Scott in exchange for Sheriff, Melissa and Chris’ lives.” The redhead revealed and Zaida’s blood ran cold. “But the twins…we don’t know what to do.”

“Take them to Deaton - if anyone will be able to help them, it’d be him.” Zaida instructed, mildly surprised by Derek’s sacrifice for their sakes. Maybe he wasn’t as awful as she had always thought. If Jennifer was going straight after Deucalion and Scott, it would give them more time to save Noah, Melissa and Chris.

“What are you going to do? Have you found the others yet?” Lydia asked hurriedly before the brunette could hang up.

“Not exactly - or at all, really. Stiles and I had a car accident. He’s unconscious but I couldn’t leave him here alone. I don’t know how to wake him up. I’ve tried everything I can think of.” She let out a heavy sigh, staring at the boy’s limp form beside her. She had pulled him off the steering wheel so he was sat upright, but his head still lolled to the side.

“You could pee on a rag and waft it in front of his nose,” Lydia suggested immediately.

“I’m sorry, what?” Zaida balked, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “What kind of medical practice is that?”

“The smell of ammonia can stimulate consciousness.” The redhead explained. “Pee has ammonia. Ergo, pee equals wake-up potion.”

“...Any other options?” Zaida requested. “Preferably ones that don’t involve me pissing on something and making the guy I like smell it.”

“Blunt trauma causes kinetic energy to run through brain tissue and that makes the Reticular Activating System shake, which causes spontaneous inhibition of it’s function. You need to stabalize the neurons to resume normal function.” Lydia mused and if she was being honest, Zaida understood nothing that she had just said.

“English, please.” The brunette hissed, conscious of how much time they had already wasted. The rendezvous time was far gone, and none of their friends were answering their phones.

“You could try a cold compress on his forehead or neck to stimulate consciousness.” The redhead answered and Zaida could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

“Got it.” Zaida nodded. “And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then you have to try the pee.” The redhead stated with an amused tone before the phone beeped, indicating she had hung up.

“Damn it,” Zaida swore, slipping her phone back into her skirt pocket. Leaning back over the seat once more, she pressed one hand over his forehead and one behind his neck, reaching out to the water molecules that ran through his blood. She figured she could do better than just a cold compress, instead pulling the temperature lower only just enough to cool but not freeze as she muttered to herself. “Okay, please work. Come on, I need this to work. Wake-up, Stiles…Wake-up.”

After several minutes of trying and not seeing any results, Zaida huffed in frustration, pulling away and stretching out over the seat with her back against the door, the toes of her boots stopping just shy of Stiles’ outer thigh. Hugging her legs, she rested her head against her knees, trying to calm the jitter in her muscles that willed her to just move - to run her way to the Preserve. I can’t. She couldn’t leave him here when the reason why he was in this state was because he had thrust out his arm to protect her. His actions showed that no matter what else she was mad at him for, he did care about her.

“Oh, that feels like shit.” Stiles’ groggy groan sent a jolt through her chest and her head snapped up to look at him as he lifted his hand to his temple, drawing away to inspect sticky blood coating his fingers. “What happened?”

“Oh, thank God you’re finally awake,” Tension left her body with a long sigh. “You hit your head and passed out. You know, after you lost control of the car and sent us into a tree.”

“Yeah that sounds like something I would do.” He chuckled lowly and grimaced as he gripped his neck, massaging the joint between it and his shoulder. “How long was I out for?”

“About half an hour. Any longer and you might have some real brain damage going on in there - well, more than usual.” She quipped playfully. “Let me see,”

Swinging her legs back onto the floor of the car, she shuffled over and reached out to gently grasp Stiles’ chin, turning his head towards her. Pulling her phone out and using the flash to get a good view of his pupils, she checked how they reacted. It was a good sign when they contracted. She knew a pupil as enlarged as Stiles’ was right now was a clear symptom of a concussion, but the fact that his amber eyes weren’t completely overridden with black was also a good sign that there would be no lasting brian damage.

“Follow the top of my finger with your eyes,” Zaida instructed and began moving her pointer finger back and forth slowly, to which he turned his head. “No, don’t move - just use your eyes.”

Stiles struggled slightly to follow her finger smoothly and his eyelids drooped a bit, which were further indications of his concussion. “Do you have a headache?” She asked and he nodded slightly. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Driving and telling you we weren’t going to crash.” He snorted at the irony of it. She hummed and quickly reached out to pinch his arm, causing him to yelp and jerk away. “What the hell? I mean, I know I should have listened to you, but really? Haven’t I been through enough?”

“I’m checking your reaction time and nervous system.” She rolled her eyes, explaining her actions. “You’ve definitely got a concussion, but you don’t seem to have any symptoms of a more serious brian injury.”

“So I’m good to go then, Doc?” He winked at her with a salacious grin and her face flushed red.

“If by ‘good to go’, you mean cleared to sit in the passenger seat and try to instruct me on how to drive this thing, then yes.” She stared at him pointedly.

“Oh no, there’s no way I’m letting you drive Roscoe - I’ve seen you play Mario Kart.” He shook his head defiantly.

“Well, you can’t drive with a concussion - and I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine. At least, I won’t send your precious Jeep into a tree.” Zaida shot back. “Now hurry up and switch spots with me. We’re already late.”

“Fair point,” He grumbled bitterly at the mere thought of the damage done to his beloved car. “But, this car is a manual and you can’t even drive an automatic.”

“Come on, how hard could it be?” She scoffed sceptically.

They both opened their car doors and looped around the back of the Jeep, crossing paths and then heading straight for the front cabin as the rain soaked through their clothes and stung their skin. Once safely back inside, Zaida familiarised herself with where everything was - having never sat in the driver’s side of a car before.

“By the way, the engine was smoking before - is that bad?” She asked and Stiles simply pursed his lips, giving her enough of an answer.

“What colour was the smoke?” He questioned.

“Does it matter?” She gawked at him. “It was white - I think.”

“You think or you know?” Stiles prompted her with alarm behind his eyes.

“No, I know. It was white, for sure.” The brunette nodded. “Why? Is the car going to blow up if I turn it on?”

"...It shouldn’t.” He sounded entirely unconvinced.

“It shouldn't ?” Zaida repeated his words incredulously. “That doesn’t sound like I should be trying it.”

“It’ll be fine,” The boy assured her. “White smoke means it’s either a coolant leak or burning transmission fluid. Neither of those are going to make a car explode. Just start him up.”

“It’ll be fine, yeah I’ve heard that before.” She muttered to herself and sent her a stern expression.

“Would you just do it?” He urged her. “It hasn’t exploded yet so that means it’s probably not going to.”

“Okay, moment of truth.” She whispered and twisted the key in the ignition, hearing the engine chug like a chronic smoker before it finally roared to life. “Yes! Okay, what next?”

“Well, you need to put your right foot on the pedal - don’t press down yet - and your left foot on the clutch. That’s the smaller pedal to the left.” He instructed and she followed what he asked of her. “Okay, now press down on the clutch and move the stick into reverse gear.”

“Which one is reverse gear?” She questioned, staring at the unmarked gear shift, not knowing where was what. Stiles laid his hand over hers and moved the stick for her, sending a buzz of electricity up her arm at the contact.

“Okay, now you’re gonna slowly let go of the clutch and press down on the accelerator - that’s the right-most pedal - at the same time. That’s very important.” He continued and she attempted to do as he described, letting her foot off the left pedal as she pressed down on the right. The car was thrust backwards only to stop almost instantly with a heavy jolt, making a choked noise before silencing.

“Woah! What the hell just happened?” Zaida’s heart clenched with a spike of panic. “Did I break it?”

“You didn’t break it, you just stalled the engine.” Stiles raised his brows at her in amusement.

“What does that mean?” She frowned at him, not quite understanding what was going on.

“It means you disengaged the clutch.” When the brunette only stared at him blankly he explained further, “You let go of the clutch too fast.”

“I don’t get it, why would that turn off the engine?” She questioned and he shook his head at her.

“Zay, just let me drive. There’s no way you’re going to get this right now and we are already late.” He sighed and she pouted when she knew he was right. As it turned out, driving a manual car was pretty hard.

“And who’s fault is that?” She grumbled but yielded anyway, throwing the driver’s side door open to switch yet again. When she sank down into the passenger’s seat, pulling the door shut behind her, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Oh, are you pouting now? Is that what you do when you try something new and don’t immediately get it on the first try? You pout?” He teased her and the way her nose wrinkled and she shifted her eyes to him in a dark glare sent a swarm of butterflies into his stomach.

“I don’t pout. I’m not pouting - that’s not what this is.” She locked her jaw stubbornly as he brought the engine back to life and successfully reversed out of the tree smoothly - no stalling involved.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Then what is it?” He mocked her, striking out his bottom lip to mimic her look.

“Just drive, Stilinski!” She hissed through gritted teeth and pulled out onto the road, slowly moving around the collapsed tree trunk. The silence was less tense this time, as though Zaida had needed a near death experience to put things into perspective. It was her own stupid fault for being a fool - she couldn’t bring herself to take it out on him any longer.

“You know, I’m kind of surprised that you waited for me.” He cleared his throat awkwardly as he broke the quiet that had settled over them. “I would have thought you’d go to finish things with Deucalion.”

“I thought about it,” She admitted in a dry tone. “But I couldn’t leave you alone. You know…you put your arm out to hold me back before we crashed.”

“I don’t really remember that…” His brows furrowed as he racked his brain but came up blank. There was a whole chunk of memory that was missing.

“You wouldn’t - it’s normal for people to forget the moments immediately before or after a concussion.” She explained and sucked up her pride. “Thank you…for protecting me.”

“You mean for saving your life?” He grinned broadly, chest swelling with pride in himself.

“I would have healed.” She rolled her eyes, brushing off his sacrifice. She didn’t mention how he risked his own life when she had far better chances of survival than he did. “Plus, we both know that was totally just an excuse for you to touch my boobs.”

The boy choked on his own saliva and Zaida couldn’t stop the faint smile of amusement from tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“I like parrots, by the way.” She stated and he looked at her in confusion. “For the exotic bird you owe me.”

“They’re over here!” Zaida yelled out over the howling wind, stumbling through bushes that raked deep scratches into her bare legs until the broad stump of the Nemeton appeared through the trees. The light above shifted into a warmer hue as the eclipse was in full swing, turning the moon a brilliant shade of red. She could feel Isaac’s panic settling in and it had led them straight here. Her skirt was flying all over the place and though she struggled to hold the hem down, she knew she would have inevitably flashed the boy beside her at least a few times. To his credit he had kept his eyes forward, focused on their goal.

“There!” Stiles reached his arm out, pointing to the other side of the Nemeton where a set of wooden cellar doors emerged from the dirt. “Hurry!”

Branches crashed down around them as they both rushed over and Zaida kneeled to grip the old, rusted handles, engaging with all of her strength to pull the doors open. “The stairs have collapsed!” Zaida noted the crumpled heap of wood at the bottom of the dark, gaping hole below.

“Stay up here!” Stiles didn’t hesitate, dropping the bat he had brought with him down and then jumping right after it.

“I can't do it! I can't hold it! I can't hold it! It's too much!” Isaac’s growls echoed upwards from the chamber below and Zaida knew she couldn’t allow them to be crushed by the obviously collapsing ceiling beneath.

Taking in a deep breath she swung her legs into the hole, gripping onto the wooden frame as she lowered herself as far down as she could go before releasing her hold and dropping through thin air. She landed on her feet, but almost lost her balance from the sharp jolt it sent up her spine. Surely enough, dirt fell into her eyes and beams of wood creaked as they prepared to give way. Blinking the dirt away and adjusting to the darkness, she could see the space was far smaller than she had expected, and the walls were only further shrinking as the roof caved in. All of the figures crowded inside the crumpled space were desperately trying to hold up the ceiling as beams snapped left and right.

“It's too heavy…” Allison cried out from the effort and Stiles hastened his movements, crouched low as he used his bat to prop beneath a beam. To all of their surprise, as the Sheriff lowered his arms, the metal bat held its form, keeping the ceiling from collapsing upon them.

“...I always said aluminum was better than wood.” Noah huffed in relief as Stiles launched into his arms, returning the boy’s embrace tightly. They were alive - all of them.

“Zaida!” Allison spotted the girl, joy behind her dark eyes as her father held her close. “Thank goodness you guys are both okay. When you didn’t show up we thought something happened to you.”

“Something did happen - Stiles crashed the Jeep into a tree and knocked himself out. But I’m glad we got here in time.” Zaida beamed, a gigantic weight of pressure lifted off her shoulders. Melissa reached out to squeeze her knee appreciatively.

“I told you to stay up there!” Stiles berated her but she shrugged him off.

“Since when do I listen to you?” She shot back, turning to the others. “Where’s Scott?”

“He left with Deucalion.” Isaac spoke up, still supporting the timbers with glowing eyes as the storm raged on outside, blowing leaves and dirt down into the hole. “They went after Jennifer to buy us time.”

Zaida locked eyes with Stiles, and he could see the disappointment behind her hazel gaze, guilt solidifying in the pit of his stomach. If he had just listened to her, they wouldn’t have crashed, and they would have made it in time for her to do what needed to be done. Instead she was stuck here as Scott faced them all on his own. “It’s okay,” She whispered to him, reading his thoughts and feelings as he wore them on his face. “Scott will handle it.”

She didn’t say what they were both thinking, which was that Scott would handle it his way, which might not leave Zaida in a great position.

“Is it over?” Allison questioned, her father’s arm still around her as the sound of wailing wind quietened and the earth around them stopped shifting.

“Seems like it,” Zaida crawled through the small space, peering up through the hole in the ceiling to see the sky above clearing, the moon back to its normal white glow. They didn’t have to wait too much longer before the buzzing of a phone filled the silence, everyone checking their own devices.

“It’s mine,” Stiles announced and pressed his phone to his ear. “Scott? Yeah, we're okay. We're all okay. How about you? You okay?”

They couldn’t hear Scott’s end of the conversation, but Stiles’ face was relaxed, so they could gather that everything sounded alright on the other side of things. “You think you can come get us?” Stiles chuckled. “Great! Okay. Um, uh...Bring a ladder.”

Puffs of soft laughter carried around amongst them all. That was it. It was finally over.

“He’s here!” Stiles called out as Scott appeared in the hole above them, lowering a metal ladder downwards. “Okay, Zay, you go first.”

Zaida nodded, climbing up the structure and emerging from the top to see Scott wasn’t alone - Derek was beside him, holding his arm out to help her up. She took it, accepting the help. “You know, maybe I was wrong about you.” She mused, holding a deeper respect for the Hale. He smiled at her in response.

One by one, they all took turns climbing up the ladder and making it back onto solid ground. “What happened?” Stiles questioned when he joined Zaida’s side, leaning against the Nemeton’s stump.

“Where do I start?” Scott pondered, lost for words after the night he had.

“Well, when we left the clinic to stop by our apartment, Scott’s dad was there with a bunch of other FBI agents - Xander too.” Allison started them off, eyeing Derek warily when he offered her help to transition from the ladder to the ground. However, to Zaida’s surprise, she accepted the aid. A visible wave of relief washed over Zaida when she heard that her brother had been there. He was alive and well. His phone had probably just died.

“Yeah, Allison threw a smoke bomb at them so we could escape.” Isaac grinned proudly, not needing any assistance to pull himself up on his own.

“Deucalion met us at the Preserve, and when you two didn’t show up, we had to choose. Wait for you, or split up. So we split up,” Allison continued. “Isaac and I tracked down my dad and the cellar started collapsing on us. You guys got here just in the nick of time.”

“After we split up, Deucalion and I lured Jennifer to the old shed where the werewolf council meeting used to be held. Only when she showed up, she wasn’t alone.” Scott picked up where the huntress left off.

“Lydia told me what happened at the loft.” Zaida interjected to fill in the context for the others. “They had the idea to distract Kali and Aiden while Derek and Cora escaped, but Jennifer showed up. She killed Kali and almost killed the twins before forcing Lydia to scream so Derek would turn back.”

“Well, it worked. I left Cora at the loft with Lydia and agreed to help Jennifer stop Deucalion and Scott in exchange for her promise that she wouldn’t go through with the last three sacrifices.” Derek nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as Chris was the last one out of the hole, pulling the ladder back up.

“Deucalion was a lot stronger than we ever thought. He took on Jennifer alone and almost finished her off. Then he tried to get me to kill her.” Scott recounted the narrative with a grim expression. “I wouldn’t do it so he tried to force my hand, but I used the flash arrows I took from the Argent’s apartment to blind him until the eclipse started. Once we all lost our powers, Jennifer took her chance. She almost finished the job too, until Derek convinced her to heal Deucalion’s eyesight so that he could see the damage he had done to her face. Her real face.

“I knew that the energy it would take for her to heal Deucalion would weaken her, and it did for a moment.” Derek explained his thought process, and Zaida was impressed. She didn’t think he was capable of that much forethought. Usually he was too impulsive for that. “So I attacked her, and she turned on me. But I only needed to hold out until the eclipse passed.”

“And it worked.” Scott smiled gratefully at the wolf. “Jennifer knew she’d lost her opportunity so she surrounded herself with Mountain Ash.”

“A barrier that Scott managed to break through,” Derek grinned, pride shining behind his bright eyes.

“But how? That’s impossible - supernatural’s can’t pass through Mountain Ash.” Stiles interjected with a deep frown.

“It seem True Alphas can.” The Hale mused. “You should have seen it - his eyes…they shifted from yellow to red right in front of us.”

“After that I tried to get Jennifer to call off the storm, but Deucalion didn’t give her a chance. He slashed her throat.” Scott brought them to the end of the tale. “She disappeared - we couldn’t find her body.”

“And what about Deucalion? Where’s he now?” Zaida spoke up, her nerves jittering as she waited eagerly for the boy’s response.

“I let him go with a warning. He had a vision once - a vision of peace. Maybe now that his eyesight is back he can be that man again. But I told him that if he doesn’t agree to the terms I gave him, then we would come for him.” Scott answered and dread sank in Zaida’s stomach. Stiles immediately looked at her, eyes meeting her own as they exchanged an expression of worry. What were the chances Deucalion would listen? Zaida didn’t want to have to find out.

“Well…what happens now?” Zaida asked, twisting her rings around her fingers, sitting on the edge of the Nemeton. Jennifer was missing, Deucalion was free - had they even accomplished anything? But looking at the reunited families around her, she knew that they had pulled off what was most important.

“We go home,” Allison beamed, slipping her arm around her father’s middle and pulling him into a side hug.

“I’m going to go past Deaton’s and check on Lydia.” Scott volunteered, looking towards his mother apprehensively. As much as he wanted to spend time with her, his consciousness was tugging at him. Or perhaps it was his new instinct as an alpha to protect his pack members.

“It’s okay, we’ll take her home.” Stiles nodded at his best friend, gesturing between himself and his father.

“I'll come with you - I’ve gotta pick up Cora.” Derek offered to Scott - the newly appointed True Alpha.

“Can I ride with you guys?” Zaida asked Allison and the huntress nodded. Right now all she wanted was a hot bath and then a long sleep.

[wintersandthebeast]

5. Crystallized

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

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Ethan felt hot, uncomfortable.  He didn’t know if it was being in the sunlight, being recently dead and reconstructed, or maybe both.  But there was a deeper, more emotional reason for his malaise--he was about to do something pointless and stupid, and he had to make sure Karl didn’t know.  

The same day that Maricara and her children invited Karl and Ethan to a memorial for the crater formerly known as the village, Ethan had successfully pressured  Heisenberg into going to the nearest town--real, human town--for living supplies.  

The engineer had protested at first, declaring all they needed for the time being was a goat—for unknown reasons— but Ethan’s deadly glare and rather dumbfounded responses seemed to finally soften the hermit’s hardened heart against going out into public.  He acknowledged that Ethan was a creature of the modern world, unlike Karl.  And he even seemed to perk up and get curious after some time ruminating on the idea.  

Ethan felt pangs of longing for his former life when he entered the sleepy town square, Rose in tow on his chest.  There were obvious differences than before: no Mia for one, walking around with a trenchcoat-wearing maniac for two, and Ethan had no proof of his own existence--no driver’s license, no ID, no credit cards.  He had often just wandered the little towns near his own relocated home after moving to Romania.  Had come to enjoy the feeling of newness, discovery.  It was a slower way of life, one he’d thought would help his family. 

Karl wandered toward a hardware store, but Ethan hung back near the truck Karl had brought them in, with the ruse of going through the supplies he’d already bought.  Mostly clothing and hygiene for himself, and everything he needed for his daughter. Ethan had decided on a few extra items.  A journal, pens.  Snow boots.  A new coat.  Karl had handed Ethan wads of cash as though it were pennies, seeming to have no end of money or care about what it was used for. 

Cash was good.  Ethan wondered during the morning’s outing if Chris and his team were even looking for him.  Did they know he was alive?  Or were they looking for Miranda, thinking she'd abducted Rose? 

When Karl disappeared into the hardware store across the square, Ethan put his idiotic plan into gear.  He again felt the sweat on his palms, the breath stuck in his throat.  He was an idiot, he decided, but he had to know.  Closing the door of the truck he jogged back across the street they’d left, toward the old-fashioned pay phone on the side of a building's outer wall. 

Did the things even work anymore?  Ethan shook his head as he fished out change and glanced across the unfamiliar words of the mounted phone.  Shame he couldn’t trust Heisenberg, he mused--this era of tech was right up his alley.  Maybe even too new for him.  Ethan actually smirked at his own joke, and then felt the change stick to his clammy palms. 

Frowning, he picked up the receiver and dialed Mia’s number.  This was a stupid idea, and she probably didn’t even have the same number.  They’d both been given phones by Chris, before…

Yeah, this was stupid.  But it was ringing.  Ethan paced the few inches that the silver cord allowed.  With his other palm he rubbed his pant leg nervously.  What an idiot. 

“Hello?”  Jesus Christ, it was her voice. 

“Mia?” Ethan answered reflexively, inhaling.  It felt like Louisiana, all over again.  The rush of emotion when he’d gotten her video.  

“Oh my god, Ethan?  Am I dreaming?”

“No,” he said quickly, and then Mia cut him off.

“Please tell me you took Rose.  Please tell me she’s safe.”

Well, more or less. He was happy that at least Mia was worried about their daughter first and foremost.  After a pause, and her plea restarted, Ethan interrupted, “Yeah, Mia.  She’s safe.  She’s with me.” 

“Oh thank god.”  Mia sounded as though she might cry, her breathing became ragged.  So was Ethan’s.  And though he desperately wanted to give her his address and wait for the cavalry, he had a nagging question. 

“Mia.  I need to ask.”  How many times had he said that during their marriage?  What an idiot, he repeated ad nauseum in his mind.  Total idiot.

She said nothing, which was not much better than arguing with him.  

“You knew?” he said simply, hearing his voice crack.  His lip actually trembled as he stared at the brick wall of the building the phone was attached to.  It melted in front of him, shades of orange and rust.  “About…”

Eveline’s voice was sharp in his ear.  YOU. SHOULDN’T. EVEN. BE. WALKING.

“Ethan,” she sighed, and the usual placating, guilty tone of her voice turned his stomach even more than it had in recent months.  

“Cut the shit, Mia. You knew?”

He wasn’t sure why, out of all her lies: the babysitting job, the horrible work she actually did, the plea that brought him directly to the Bakers, the knowledge of what Eveline was and why she was how she was, ALL the lies that he lived with AFTER living as a widower with a missing wife for three years…how this was the one that affected him the most.  

But there was something unforgivable about it, because Ethan realized he would have never attempted a life or a family had he known what he was.  Rosemary was a miracle, but how was Mia able to agree to having a child knowing what they both were?  Was it denial?  Was he being too harsh?  

His nostrils flared as he hyperventilated.  

“I did,” she began, but interrupted her own woven tapestry of soothing words.  “Ethan--where are you?”

“I don’t want anything to do with you,” he said, shocked at the tone of his own voice.  “I called because.” Why had he called? He actually thought he’d be begging her to come pick him up by now.  But his anger was swift.  “I called to see if you’d actually tell me the truth for once.”  He was numb, dizzy.  “Just stay away from me.  I don’t ever want to see you again.” 

There was the question of their daughter, but he couldn’t even think about that now.  It was misplaced, he knew, but Ethan held resentment of Mia for Rosemary’s kidnapping, the whole Miranda situation.  Mia had been the one to work for the company helping Miranda, after all.  He realized she was speaking, but the ringing in Ethan’s ears nearly drowned out her words. 

“...have every right to hate me, but I--”

“Goodbye Mia.  For the last time,” he added, remembering how he’d felt when he threw his phone out of the helicopter in Louisiana.  

His dizziness increased as he slammed the black, sweat-slick receiver down onto its handle, and now he turned.  Rosemary felt heavy on his chest, he couldn’t breathe.  Ethan was vaguely aware that he must have looked haggard or on drugs as he stumbled across the crosswalk toward the parked truck.  

He saw a few curious stares of passersby, but no one looked too closely.  Ethan just needed to make it to the truck, he reminded himself as he clumsily fished out the keys.  Just put Rose in her car seat and he could keel over and die for a what, fifth? Sixth? Time? 

He stumbled into the side of the truck bed and realized the cold metal felt good against his overheated palms.  Behind him, he heard an odd noise.  The pay phone was ringing from across the street, causing a few people walking by to giggle and stare at it.  Shit.  Ethan closed his eyes as he leaned against the cab.  

From faraway, he heard a voice.  “Papa?  What the--”

Karl had called him that.  A few times.  Ethan tried to open his eyes, but could feel that he was going to pass out anyway.  Shit, Rose.  He fumbled, trying with clumsy hands to signal to wherever Heisenberg was, to take Rose.  It wasn’t ideal, he thought bemusedly as he finally collapsed.  Just before he lost consciousness, he felt the other man catch him, his voice getting farther and farther away.  Jesus Ethan.  I got ya.  Easy.  

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When he opened his eyes, he was sitting at a table.  He looked out the window next to him; he was on a cruise ship.  A smaller one, a day cruise he’d taken with Mia years ago while they were dating.  Ethan looked down at his hands--they were whole again.  He was dreaming, then.  Or whatever this was. 

Sometimes the memories came with molded interactions.  Other times they were just dreams.  He wondered which one this one would be.  

Beside him the window to the ocean gave a magnificent view; he stared out at the peaceful water before sighing.  Mia had sat across from him.  Now Ethan jumped at the sight of a young blond, her eyes familiar as she sat in Mia’s place, with plates from the buffet loaded up. 

“American food is so weird,” she began in an accented voice, before shoving pancakes in her mouth.  Ethan watched as she continued to eat, and then after a moment of stunned silence he replied, “Americans usually don’t mix pancakes with pickles and macaroni.”

She giggled at this and made an “oops” face and he smiled; somehow, this person felt…safe.  She gave off an air of sincerity, dressed in her strange out of date clothes with an even stranger haircut.  She almost reminded him of Karl, looking somehow unkempt and well-accessorized at the same time.  

“I didn’t know, it just all looked and smelled so good.  But so strange.”  She was still chewing.  

“You can eat here?” Ethan quizzed, looking around.  He’d never really thought about it.  

“You can do anything here that you would do anywhere else,” she responded, wiping her lips with a cloth napkin, “And then some.” 

Ethan stared around him.  The memory was so real and distinct.  It was almost exactly as he remembered.  But the people around him.  They were…different.  Some of them were repeated.  Some of them didn’t have faces.  Others had his face.  So it had been.  He supposed the megamycete took some creative shortcuts when rebuilding his memories.  

“Not as strong as you were when you were here before,” she noted, following his eyes, and Ethan stared. 

“What?”

“When you died,” she said.  Realizing this was ambiguous the blond set down her eating utensils and squinted at the ceiling.  “Err…I mean.  When you, when Miranda…” she made a quick pulling motion at Ethan’s chest, then held a fake heart triumphantly over her head, mimicking Miranda’s crazed, maniacal action of pouring Ethan’s heart’s blood onto her face.” 

“I was here then?”

She put a hand over her mouth, which made a little ‘o’.  Then the girl winked.  “You really don’t remember?”

“No, I don’t remember,” he said, getting flustered and angry.  Ethan realized he was still enraged over the phone call to Mia, and he picked up a waffle with his bare hands, tearing into it like a dog.  Maybe he was just hangry.

It turned to mold in his mouth and he gagged, spitting the pieces onto the plate.  “What the fuck!”

“You have to learn to control your powers,” she chided, drinking from one of the ten different glasses she’d put on the table.  Ethan realized she had wine, juice, milk, water, and soda just to name a few of the cups.  He raised his eyebrows. 

“Why don’t I remember?” he asked himself.  Karl had said Miranda was a threat.  Maybe he’d encountered her after their fight.  Maybe he knew where she was hiding, or if she was even a threat anymore. If Ethan had murdered her one last time in the mold consciousness, he wanted to remember that purely for satisfaction. 

The blond girl paused while enjoying the water.  She squinted at him.  Where did he know those eyes? So blue. So bright.  

“That death, your body was nearly destroyed.  You crystallized.” 

“Like Zoe,” Ethan exhaled.  He thought of her.  Skinny, a fragile air about her.  Tousled hair that always smelled like sunshine and sweet tea.  Sad eyes, a hollow voice.  Soft and kind, a true friend. 

A woman walked by the table, dressed in not-appropriate-attire for a day cruise.  A stained pink tank top, cutoff jeans, and flip flops.  She flopped into the seat next to the blond.  

“Hi, Ethan,” she said simply, and Ethan’s face lit up.  

“Zoe?”

“More or less,” she answered in her thick Southern accent.  Though she looked tired, and sad, she was smirking and there was a hint of happiness in her eyes when she saw him.  “I can project into your consciousness if you call me, I guess.  You could probably do the same.  Guess we're talkin' long distance now.”

“That’s incredible,” Ethan said wholeheartedly, and the blond girl was smiling while she began stuffing more pickles and macaroni in her mouth.  

“So, why’d you call then?” Zoe asked, leaning forward, her chin in her palm.  “Been waitin’ to hear from the BSAA about how you’re doin, but they don’t tell me nothin’.” 

“You and me both,” he frowned.  Remembering the original question that had apparently brought her here, he canted his head.  

“You were crystallized.  Your uncle saved you.” 

“That’s right,” she said, and her smile grew slowly.  Ethan had helped, however minimally, and one of his only consolations over Louisiana was that Zoe had been saved.  

“Did you go deeper into the Mold’s consciousness?  Do you remember it?”

She nodded slowly and seemed to contemplate her answer.  “Dyin’ like that…it’s different.  When you get hurt, the mold seems to keep your mind intact.  It’s just a brief interruption on the…” she shrugged.  “The signal, of who you are.  Like a blip.  Then you come back and you're the same. But when you crystallize, it’s almost like…..well, ....a….chrysalis.” 

His furrowed brow showed that he didn’t quite follow.  The blond, however, nodded enthusiastically and put macaroni on a donut. 

“When a butterfly goes into chrysalis it’s not just growin’ wings, you follow me?  It gets destroyed, turns to goo.  Whatever comes out after that ain’t the same.”

“So you’re saying, when I was crystallized after Miranda…I….”

“You really ceased to be, for a while anyway.” 

He was trying not to hold his breath.  “But then what happened to you? After you woke up?”

“Well, my memories were there.  They came back slowly.  All the hurt and pain was there.  But I guess….it’s hard to say.  That kind of rearranging, it’s…almost spiritual.  Don’t you feel different when you’re awake?  Walking around with a second chance?  Things different, better?”

Ethan sat up, slightly indignant.  Mostly he just felt lost.  Full of dread.  

The blond girl, whoever she was, whispered to Zoe.  “He doesn’t remember.”

“Awh,” Zoe said, as though this explained a lot.  “Ethan, when you were crystallized, your mind went the deepest it can go into the mold, far’s I know.  When you’re that deep you can control your own world, more or less.  It’s a little bit like heaven, I think.  When I was crystallized my family and I were together an’ happy.”  She smiled, then curled her lip.  “Well, me and my parents.  Not that rat shit Lucas.  No Eveline.  Just peace." 

Ethan snorted despite himself.  “So I am missing pieces then.  Pieces that might help me…” he gestured vaguely.  He was going to say, kill Miranda, but he realized that understanding the mold would also help him, and more importantly, Rosemary.  She had been crystallized before as well.  Maybe it was something he could learn more about.  Help them both.

Both women nodded.  

“How do I remember?” he asked, and then heard his own voice echoing as the boat fell away.  Before he was in the pitch black, he swore he heard Eveline’s voice.  

Ethan woke with a start.  The truck was moving, his daughter in the middle in her carseat, Karl driving with the window down even though it was still winter.  

“Jesus!” he breathed, looking down at his left hand, seeing the missing digits.  Ethan flexed his fingers and then glared at Heisenberg, who barely glanced over at the man being awake.  Heisenberg began rolling up the window and Ethan felt slightly embarrassed, realizing that the other probably had the windows down because Ethan had passed out.  Maricara had said Heisenberg helped with medical.  The horrors in the factory were proof that he at least knew his way around a surgery.  It was interesting to think that Karl had such a restorative side. 

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Karl said simply.  

“What happened to me?” Ethan said in a shrill voice that he didn’t like.  The dream had been relaxing, informative even, but the phone call and now the memory of passing out were haunting his consciousness.  

Karl shrugged.  “Probably just the shock of bein’ alive.  I told you not to go out so soon.” 

Ethan dragged a hand down his face, and then realized the back windshield was open and he could hear a faint clanging noise.  Karl pointed with a thumb.  “Got the goat.” 

“You didn’t.”  

He did.  

Ethan looked down in the bed of the truck at the little doghouse, and saw furry hooves sticking out.  

Ethan closed his eyes.  “Please tell me you’re not going to sacrifice it during the funeral tomorrow.”

“What?” Karl almost sounded indignant.  “It’s for you an’ Rose.” 

Ethan began laughing, feeling as though this were the dream and the cruise ship were reality.  When Karl didn't laugh back, Ethan asked,  “What am I going to do with a goat?”

Karl shrugged.  “Feed it.  Keep it alive.  Get milk from it.  Good at mowin’ grass.  Keepin’ the weeds outta the garden when it warms up.  Kids and goats are good together.  Their milk makes some good cheese.” 

Ethan actually paused in chuckling to stare, amazed, at the other man.  Realizing he couldn’t process all of the emotions that came with Karl Heisenberg buying Ethan and Rose a goat , he stuttered toward another topic. 

“Heisenberg…” Ethan massaged his temple.  “When you…when you died after our fight.  You were crystallized, right?”

“Yeah,” the other said in an uncharacteristically hollow voice. 

“Do you remember…being conscious during that time?”   "Yeah."

[darling-i-read-it]

Peace

Karl Heisenberg x reader, Ethan Winters and the other Lords x platonic!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR RE8!!, insinuations to smut, talks about having children

Author’s Note: this is so wacky and i just now finished it. Its just for fun and an excuse to write domestic resident evil 8 characters. I had a blast doing it. Also it was loosely influenced by @/nerdymixedpan on tiktok who makes this kind of AU stuff! Highly recommend their tiktoks

Summary: An AU where Ethan didn’t kill any of the Lords and was convinced to stay, leave Mia (the crazy chick who tried to kill him and also worked for a sketchy company prior to that) and raise Rose with the Lords and the reader.

Genre: fluff

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

(not my gif)

You were walking around Dimitrescu castle, as you often did. You hopped between places when you could. You always went to sleep at the Heisenberg factory but you did get along well with the other Lords and liked to pay them a visit when you could.

It was actually Cassandra who asked for your presence. You had heard of course that the village was being attacked but you didn’t mind too much about that at the moment. Cassandra wanted you over at the castle, to try and talk some sense into Ethan Winters.

You had heard of Ethan at that point, of course. Everyone had. The father of the infamous Rose. But you didn’t think you would get to meet him.

So you came over there and knocked on Alcinas bedroom door. She swung it open, gazing down at you. She was no longer surprised when she came over and usually was quite pleased to have someone to talk to. Rarely did she speak to people outside her daughters and Mother Miranda and she had a responsibility to those people. She didn’t have a responsibility to you.

“What brings you along here? We’re a bit busy. I assume you’ve heard Ethan WInters has escaped Heisenbergs grasp.” You let out a huff of air and nodded.

“Yes, he was not pleased when he came back home. Cassandra called, said I should try and talk to him.”

“Cassandra wants him murdered.”

“Maybe she has some sympathy because of the baby,” you suggested. You gestured to the large castle. “Any idea where I can find him?” She shook her head, exasperated.

“If I had any idea, don’t you think I would have gone to find him already?” You nodded stiffly.

“I will look for him myself then. If you find a short person not in robes, double check to make sure it’s not me before you claw them,” you told her. She gave you a small smirk before you turned around and started back down the stairs.

You had free reign of the castle and had learned its insides and outs at this point. On occasion the girls asked you to stay over and hang out for a little while longer so you had slept there as well.

You started to check a couple of the rooms, walking around haphazardly. It was when you came to a room on the main floor that you found the Duke. He sat there and raised his eyebrows at the sight of you.

“You aren’t Ethan Winters,” he said.

“Ah so you’ve seen him. Care to point me in the right direction?” Duke shrugged a bit.

“He’ll be here eventually if you care to wait.” You let out a sigh. You could go searching but it was a sure bet that he will return to this spot. You pulled up a chair from the table there.

“Alright then. You selling any good food?”

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Ethan came running into the room as you were enjoying a nice dish. You stood up quickly, putting your dish down on the table. He had his gun up but dropped it at the sight of you.

“Are you a villager? Do you need help getting out?” he asked, clearly out of breath. You scoffed and shook your head.

“No, no. I’m here to talk to you Ethan.” He was still clearly frazzled. You grabbed your dish and held it up to him. “Care for some food?” you asked, hopefully as a peacemaker. He looked between you and the food and saw that you at least looked human.

He put his gun in his holster and took the food from you.

“Alright. What do you want to talk to me about?” he asked, sitting down at the table. “Who are you anyway?”

“This is Karl Heisenberg's pet,” said the Duke. You scoffed.

“Shush up, you’re not helping.” You sat beside Ethan. “Ethan, I know where Rose is.”

“You know where Rose is?! Where is she?!”

“Shush, let me finish.” You cleared your throat. “This whole thing, all of it, is about Mother Miranda. She took the place of Mia to try and take Rose away. She believes Rose will be a good vessel. Ethan, Lady Dimitrescu, Karl, none of the Lords are your enemy. It’s just Mother Miranda.”

“Well it looks like everyone is trying to kill me.” You shook your head.

“If you helped them kill Mother Miranda, they will let you keep Rose. In fact, I have it on good authority that most of them would love to help take care of her.” Ethan stared at you for a minute and leaned back. He had some food on his chin. You handed him a napkin and he took it gratefully. “And Ethan...Mia told Mother Miranda that you...you’re not exactly human.”

His eyes went wide.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re mold Ethan.” He was silent for a very long time. Everything raced through his head. Why would he want to stay here? Granted the castle was nice...and these people did know how to save Rose...it would protect him from anything else Chris had planned that he didn’t know about.

And apparently, Mia had been keeping this secret for God knows how long.

It all seemed like too much for him.

“Take a second to take that in. I don’t want to rush you but I have to talk to the daughters about it.”

“You swear they’ll help me with Rose?”

“No one wants her to die, Ethan. We want Mother Miranda gone.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Why should I trust you?”

“I’m human. I’m not mold, I’m not an experiment. Just human. If I could live a happy life here, why can’t you and Rose?”

That made sense. If anything made sense, that did. Ethan took a deep breath.

“Fine. What do you need me to do?”

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Some Time After The Death of Mother Miranda

“Have you seen Rose? She’s getting bigger everyday.” Karl was speaking when he walked into your room. You were sitting on the bed, flipping through a book. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your face.

“What, now that you’ve killed Mother Miranda you’ve moved on to caring about the village baby?” you questioned, putting your hand in your palm. He gave you a look but you ignored him.

“You act as though you don’t want a baby every time you see her,” he commented. You scoffed.

“And it always ends up being pretty pleasurable for you doesn’t it?” You grabbed his hand and pushed him down on the bed so that he was sitting on the edge. You wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“You’re damn right.” He brought your hand up to kiss it. “Ethan’s going to Moreaus today, to swim around with Rose. He invited you,” Karl said. You raised an eyebrow.

“Did he invite me or do you want a nice night again?” He kissed your hand again and then kissed your wrist.

“You won’t know until you get there.”

“Fair point my love, fair point.” You kissed his cheek and got up. “I have lunch with Donna but I’ll try and catch up with Ethan afterwards. I may make it, I may not.” You slid off the bed. “Guess you’ll just have to wait to find out.”

He wanted to get up and drag you back but you were already walking out the door.

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Ethan was by the water, holding Rose in his lap. She was truly getting bigger every day. Moreau was standing beside them, dry now. Ethan’s hair was damp. They must have just gotten done swimming.

“Good of you to join us,” Ethan said as you walked over.

“Salvatore, Ethan…” You leaned over Ethan to look Rose in the eyes. “Little Rosey. How was swimming you guys? Sorry it took so long, I was with Donna and lunch went overtime.” You sat down beside them.

“Rose was perfect,” Moreau said. “She’s a quick learner!” You nodded, looking over at her. You brought your finger up to her and she latched onto it.

“I believe it,” you said. Ethan locked eyes with you.

“I wanted you to come because I heard that Chris was trying to get into the factory.” You raised an eyebrow. You wrapped your arms around your knees and leaned against them.

“He’s still trying to get in here? I thought once Miranda was killed he would leave us alone.” Ethan shook his head.

“Apparently he wants Rose because she’s an asset now,” he muttered but he was looking down at his daughter who was reaching up to his face. He sighed. “She’s getting hungry.”

“You should probably take her back to the castle then.” That was where Ethan usually slept with her. He figured it would be easiest to keep Rose safe with four vampires around at all time that adored her.

“Yes my sister will be wondering where you are,” Moreau said. You nodded in agreement.

“I’ll tell Karl about Chris although I don’t think he’ll get past the Lycans. Then he has to worry about the machines that Karl makes and those are a hassle too. Not the brightest, but a hassle,” you admitted, standing. “I’ll walk you back.” Ethan nodded. You turned to Moreau. “I’ll see you later as well. Try to catch up on the TV show we were watching, I don’t wanna miss anything.”

“I will, of course!” he exclaimed. You smiled and then turned back to walk with Ethan and Rose back up to the Castle. You got into the boat.

“Can you hold her while I steer?” Ethan asked. You nodded and took Rose from him, cradling her in your arms. She was looking around, ever the well behaved child. Ethan started the boat and then you were off.

There was a few minutes of silence as he started to catch his bearings and you played with Rose. You and Ethan had grown close over the weeks he had lived there. He rarely knew peace and didn’t trust it that much but you always assured him that it would be alright.

“I was thinking of maybe starting to rebuild the village,” you said, looking up at him. He raised an eyebrow.

“By yourself?” You scoffed.

“No, obviously not. I’d get the help of everyone. Donna and Angie already wanna pitch in and I figure I could guilt trip Karl into helping, with his whole telepathy thing. I think it could be a fun project. Plus if you accidentally lose a hand you can put it right back on.”

He nudged you, laughing.

“I don’t think it’s a bad plan but who will live there?”

“Us maybe. Separate housing of course but it could be a home away from the Lords. And any villagers left stragglers around.”

“I don’t think there are any left,” he told you.

“Well have you checked?” He was silent. “Exactly. Rose may want a place for herself one day, who knows.” You looked back down at her. She was reaching up to play with your ear.

“She’ll need friends her own age one day,” he said, solemnly.

“We’ll see to that when it comes.” He looked back at you.

“Have you and Heisenberg ever talked about kids?” he teased. You laughed.

“We have our hands full with Rose and the thousands of metal children he makes on the daily,” you admitted. You glanced down at Rose again. “But maybe one day. He seems to be hinting at it and I don’t know...maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”

Ethan glanced back at you and then quickly looked away. You looked happy, curious, wondering.

“If it’s any help...I’m glad I had her. Even if she got me into this whole mess,” he said laughing a bit. You smiled up at him as he pulled into the dock.

“You want a little Heisenberg running around?” Ethan scoffed.

“I wouldn’t mind a little you. Rose could have a friend.” He got out of the boat and you handed him Rose. You got out as well.

“We’ll see. Karl may be banking on it.” You both started to walk back into town. At the castle entrance you had to part.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, if your legs still work.” You gasped, shoving him.

“You have a mouth on you Ethan Winters for living in a house with four other grown women,” you said. He laughed and went into the gate without saying anything else.

The walk back to the factory was a pleasant one. The sun was setting and the breeze was nice. Not too hot, not too cold.

You made it back to Karl in record timing. He wasn’t in the room so you went looking for him. He was in one of the work rooms, leaning over one of his new inventions. You walked up behind him and leaned over the head of the machinery.

“Hey there kitten! Back up, it might come alive at any second,” he muttered, moving you back. You nodded, stepping away from the table. He turned off his recording and turned around to look at you.

“Well how was swimming with Moreau?”

“And Rose and Ethan. I caught the tail end. She had fun though. You’re right, she is growing everyday.”

“I take it by you referencing our earlier conversation you remember how it ended.”

“I’m not doing it if this machine will come alive half way through and kill us.” Karl scoffed and took your hand.

“Up to the bedroom it is kitten!” You scoffed but let him drag you along, giggling the whole way up.

[hikarimiyanaga]

the Dimitrescu's with their Titan s/o who protect them from the military force attacking the castle.

I'm assuming when you said Titan, you meant the greek mythology ones... not the anime ones.

Because as much as I love both... I can only focus on one. I hate my brain like that.

I'm adding up Donna too, hope you don't mind. From Ethan only.

Also, Reader can harness the respective Titans' powers.

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

You heard a loud explosion from somewhere in the castle and quickly look at your wife and daughters in panic.

'Shit.' Was the first thought that came to mind. Then calm as you stand.

"Alcina. Take Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela in the basement." You growl as you harness your power.

"But Y/N I can help-"

"My love I know you can." You smile at Alcina then gently kiss her hand. "But I would rather you be safe."

Alcina sighs in defeat and leaves with the three girls. You crack your neck as you leave her room.

"Those assholes are going to get what they deserve." You close your eyes and hear their footsteps. They were everywhere. Even in the goddamn courtyard. You sigh as you activate your traps.

"Years of work, you fucking pieces of shits." You hear their terrified screams and hum. You love having Koios's powers coursing through you. You jump down then wink at a terrified soldier as you punch through his helmet. Everyone else looks at you and you just smile then wink as you begin punching through them.

"Fuck! Retreat! Now!" Chris says to his squad as he sees your figure making it's way towards him.

"REDFIELD!" You call as you drag a soldier's body with you. He stops then turns to you. "The fuck did you think would happen?" You toss him the body and he flinches as the body lands in front of him. "That I would leave my house? My wife's daughters?" You growl. "You should have known better than to attack this Castle, Chris."

"I know! But they insisted I swear! It was not me, Y/LN!" You growl.

"Dimitrescu. I married Alcina. Get. It. Right."

"Got it! Dimitrescu!" You groan. Then turn to the castle. You glare at Chris.

"This better not be repeated. Or else I will fucking leave this village." You take a step towards him. "And I-" Another step. "Will hunt-" Another step. "Everyone in BSAA." Chris falls as you tower over him. "Got that?" He nods without a sound and you leave without a word.

When you get back, you see the maids are cleaning up the bodies and collecting blood. At least, they were practical.

"Thank you, Y/N." The grand chambermaid says and you tilt your head. "You punched them in the head, it'll be a lot easier collecting their bloods." You hum then smile.

"Thanks for cleaning up after me."

"You're welcome, Lady Dimitrescu." You grin then get inside.

"Darling!" Alcina calls out to you but a blurb gets to you first. You grunt as Daniela collides with you.

"Mama! Are you alright!? Are you hurt anywhere!?" You chuckle as you pat her head.

"I'm alright, Dani. Really." You smirk. "I'm a Titan, remember?"

"Still, darling." Alcina raises your head so you would look at her. "We all worry." You look at your daughters then smile.

"I'm fine. Really." You notice the ring on Alcina's finger then grin. "I have everything I can ever need."

Donna Beneviento

In more than one way, you've always had Hyperion's power coursing through you. With observation, you knew exactly how everything worked around the Beneviento house.

So when Ethan came to the village, all of your senses just screamed at you. You knew he was dangerous. Before you knew it, your feet were moving and you were evacuating the citizens who didn't have the cadou in their body.

You wrestled down Alcina's daughters and even had to make Alcina unconscious. Her devotion to Miranda had always evaded you. Moreau was convinced easily because you were Donna's lover. Something that he also wishes for himself.

Karl just smirked at you as he went with his siblings, needing no convincing. Donna was worried as you prepare yourself for Ethan's arrival.

"Y/N, are you sure about this?" She asks in her own voice, worry lacing every word. You smile as you kiss her hand.

"I am, my love. Don't worry." You assure her with a wink and send her to Karl. He was the one who would evacuate everyone.

You wait for Ethan's arrival and even snicker as he walks around confused at the state of the Village.

You greet him as he comes to Castle Dimitrescu. Seeing as it was where Karl found him before getting him to Mother Miranda.

He tries to shoot you but you catch the bullet mid-air and smile.

"I mean no harm, Ethan. I actually want to help you."

"Why?" You shrug.

"For my love? The family that actually cares about each other? Not being alone... or dying by your hands?"

"What?" You hum then give him some guns.

"Just prepare. Mother Miranda won't go down without a fight."

And she didn't. She even screamed at you for betraying her but you remind her of one thing.

"I love Donna. Not you."

You and Ethan save Rose from Miranda and you make sure to push them away before detonating the bomb.

Donna was frantic when she sees both Ethan and Rose but you were nowhere to be seen. Then they heard the explosion and Donna's face falls. But just then a figure was coming from the sky then lands with a puff of smoke.

"Fucking underworld!" You shout as you stand and get rid of the remaining smoke surrounding you. You focus on Chris and lift him with his collar. "Did you really have to put up that much!? Fucking asshole!? If I wasn't a Titan, I would've died!"

"Y/N." You let him go in favor of turning to Donna with a smile. She cries and you panic.

"What's wrong, my love!? Are you hurt!? Did anybody hurt you!?" Donna just hugs you and you smile as you tighten the hug. "I'm okay, Donna."

It will take a long time to rebuild the village but you don't mind. As you long as you were with her.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were with Bela in the library when Daniela's scream pierced through your ears. You and Bela quickly went to her younger sister who pointed outside.

Soldiers are coming through and it made you angry.

"Bela. Can you take both Cassandra and Daniela somewhere safe? Since Lady Alcina is still out."

"But Y/N we can-"

"No. The cold is still prominent. You'll only put yourselves in danger. Go somewhere safe. I'll deal with these assholes."

You sigh as you feel Iapetus's powers coursing through you. There is a reason why you don't go to hunts with the Dimitrescu sisters.

Because if you did. You'll overdo it.

You were on the roof on the courtyard and you crack your neck as they arrive and point their guns at you. A golden spear appears as you hold out your hand.

"Deaths! For all of you!" Your eyes turn red and you start your onslaught.

In just minutes, they were all wiped out and you were standing over countless bodies. You sigh as you dismiss your spear. You get inside the castle and slide down the doors. Bela comes out of nowhere and you chuckle.

"I thought I told you to go somewhere safe." She nods then pulls you to stand. She hugs you and you sigh in relief.

"I am. I feel safer in your arms."

Cassandra Dimitrescu

It was night and all three of them were on a hunt. You were on the Castle's most highest point, just observing your love and her sisters. Then you heard massive vehicles and growl. You get down and go to Cassandra.

"Y/N! Are you-"

"No. The military is coming. Go back to the castle and warn Lady Alcina. Tell her to go somewhere safe with you guys."

"Their bullets won-"

"I know! But still. Cass. Please. I'll protect you so please." Cassandra sees the sorrow in your eyes then sigh in defeat. She pulls you then kisses you hard.

"Come back to me." You smile then nod.

"Always." You stretch your body as Oceanus's powers course through it. You hum then go greet the unwanted guests. It was a good thing that the Castle had it's own lake.

With a flick of your wrist, the vehicles were stopped by a massive wave of water. All of the soldiers got out and you hum.

Two dozens. You make quick work of them with your powers.

You look at their Captain.

"Chris Redfield. I would say it's nice to see you but then I'd be lying." You raise his body with water and your eyes take on a dangerous glint. "What are you doing here? Why are you targeting this castle?"

"There are reports. Of massive Bio Organic Weapons in this area."

"Oh."

"We were sent to kill them." You hum then smile.

"Tell the BSAA to leave this village alone. I'll deal with Miranda in due time."

"But-"

"Chris. Do you really want to drown right now?" He shakes his head and you smile. "Good. Now go. Tell them that Y/N, the titan of lost time shall take care of matters here."

"Of course. You won't attack us, right?" You smirk as you turn.

"As long as you leave us alone, I won't." You get back to the castle as Chris goes back.

You get inside and look blankly as Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela looked ready to kill whoever went through the door. You just hug Cassandra as Alcina looks at you.

"I assume the soldiers are taken care of." You nod and look at her.

"They're all disposed of. Lady Dimitrescu."

"And you? Any injuries at all?" You shake your head.

"Just tired." Cassandra drags you after saying goodnight to her mother. You were ready to fall asleep as she opens her door.

You plop down on her bed and was asleep in just mere seconds. She joins you after she fixes your position.

When you cuddle her, she hums in satisfaction.

Daniela Dimitrescu

It was supposed to be a peaceful day. But then a loud explosion can be heard on the gate. You and Daniela raced downstairs to see what it was. Alcina greeted you.

"What is it? Who is it?"

"Soldiers. The military seems to have gotten wind of us." You groan.

"Pain in the ass." You sigh. "Let me take care of them." Daniela pulls you.

"What? Y/N, no-"

"Dani. Daughter. I believe you are underestimating your lover." You smile at Daniela.

"She's right." You wink. "I'll just be 5 minutes, tops." You open the doors and the explosions stopped. Looks like they finally opened it. Mnemosyne's powers are coursing through you and you get a sword from the entrance. Your sword.

And despite not fighting for more than decades now, it seems that your enhanced memory comes in handy in times like this. You still remember every move. Every warrior you've defeated. Every single thing they did while they fought you.

When the battle ends, your sword is absolutely soaked in blood and your clothes are more than tainted. You sigh as you get back to the castle. You have to apologize to the maid because of your bloody clothes.

Daniela hugs you as you get inside and Alcina nods at you, a certain glint in her eyes.

You hug Daniela back and place your sword back to it's rightful place.

You get inside her room and take a shower before changing clothes, apologizing profusely to the amused grand chambermaid who thanks you for protecting the castle.

That night, as you slept through the night. Daniela thanks the stars that she met you.

A/N:

This took too long. Damn.

I still have requests to write then I'll get back to writing the Loving You sequel and other stuff that I'm working on.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

[evieonic]

I'm Not Going To Lose You (Winterfield - Chris Redfield/Ethan Winters Fluff fic)

This is a prompt that I saw on here written by @re8-has-taken-me-over (you should 100% go follow them btw, they seem like such a lovely person) and I asked permission before writing this and they gave me permission so this is what I came up with! @re8-has-taken-me-over, I hope you like it! ^^

This story is both readable here and on ao3. Either option works, it's whatever you prefer! Click to keep reading if you want to read it here.

I'm Not Going To Lose You (Published:  05/27/2021)

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Ethan Winters

Fandom: Resident Evil 8

Trigger Warning: None.

Length: 3492 Words, 1 Chapter. Completed.

Summary: “Chris…,” Ethan said again, stopping in his tracks, forcing Chris to look at him. “I don’t think I can keep going.”

“No, you can,” Chris insisted, “you have to."

Ethan only tried to push Rose into his arms again, his eyes beginning to tear up. He needed Chris to run so they both could survive. If they both survived, then he could die happy. "You both need to survive, okay? There’s no time to argue about this so you should just-”

Before Ethan could even finish his words, Chris wrapped a hand around the back of his head, his gloved fingers lacing with his hair while the other hand pushed the baby further into his grasp. Ethan didn’t have time to question the movement because the next thing he knew, Chris’s lips were on his own. His eyes widened as Chris pushed him further into the kiss, deepening it as his eyes slowly fluttered closed.

The kiss was warm and sweet, gentle and loving, it was everything he could ever want. It was short, too. Chris pulled away before he had a chance to kiss back.

“I’m not going to lose you." Chris said, "Not again.”

“Ethan, get up!” A voice called to him. Footsteps ran up to his side but it was too late. Ethan had already dropped to his knees, slowly losing his will to stand. He had been fighting for so long to save his little girl, his precious daughter, Rosemary, without a moment’s rest. He barely had the energy to cradle her in his arms.

“Ethan,” The same voice said again, hurried and full of concern. An arm was wrapped around his shoulders, “Ethan, can you get up? You have to stand.”

Ethan looked up at the owner of the voice, his heart warming at the sight of Chris and his gentle blue eyes. Chris had been there with him through everything. When Mia died after giving birth to Rose eight months ago, he helped him through the grief, even going as far to occasionally stay over and help him raise the baby. He owed him everything, even though Chris had originally, during this whole mission, refused to tell him anything, only making him think that Chris betrayed him.

But he never doubted him. Not really. He knew Chris would never hurt him. He trusted him and knew that he wasn’t that type of person. He was much more of a protector than a fighter.

That’s what he loved about him.

“Chris… why are you here?” He asked. Maybe that was a stupid question. He already knew that Chris was here to deal with Miranda and her fucked up antics.

“To save you, idiot,” Chris said, his voice soft. He looked panicked and Ethan knew why. The battle still wasn’t done. He sighed, glancing at the black mold creature slowly rising again to attack. “Ethan, listen to me. You did it. You finished it.”

“I think we finished each other,” Ethan said, feeling an overwhelming ache take over his body. He was done. He couldn’t do any more.

Chris shook his head, “no. You’re fine, you’re going to be okay. But you have to stand for me, okay?”

Ethan slowly lifted his head, each movement stiff and heavy. He looked into Chris’s gentle, worried eyes. He would have to stand. At least for him. For Rosemary. He slowly nodded his head and carefully moved his legs out so he could get up, each movement slow and painful. Chris however helped him, wrapping his arm around his back, throwing the arm Ethan wasn’t using to hold Rosemary over his own shoulder and lifted him to his feet.

Chris helped him turn, immediately guiding him to the plane, dragging him along with him. He softly whispered to him all kinds of encouraging words, “you can do it, it’s not that much further. You’re going to make it, just keep going.”

It warmed his heart. But Ethan knew he wasn’t going to survive. He was already too far gone. “Chris…”

“Come on, keep going, you’re so close, Ethan.”

“Chris…,” Ethan said again, stopping in his tracks, forcing Chris to look at him. “I don’t think I can keep going.”

“No, you can,” Chris insisted, “you have to.”

Ethan weakly shook his head. “Please, Chris, I’ll just slow you down,” he said, gently shifting his arm, trying to make Chris take the baby, “take her and run, okay? You both need to survive.”

“No,” Chris shook his head, his eyes widened, “no, we’re going to survive, all three of us, okay?”

Ethan only tried to push Rose into his arms again, his eyes beginning to tear up. He needed Chris to run so they both could survive. If they both survived, then he could die happy. “Please, just go. It’s okay. You need to survive,” Ethan said, his hand naturally falling onto Chris’ cheek, his thumb gently rubbing the bone underneath. He never got to tell Chris how over the years, when he was helping him raise his daughter, helping him move on with his life, he had begun to fall in love with him.

He had just discovered his true feelings not long before this all began and… he would never get to tell him. But that was okay. As long as he was alive and well, he could be happy. “You both need to survive, okay? There’s no time to argue about this so you should just-”

Before Ethan could even finish his words, Chris wrapped a hand around the back of his head, his gloved fingers lacing with his hair while the other hand pushed the baby further into his grasp. Ethan didn’t have time to question the movement because the next thing he knew, Chris’s lips were on his own. His eyes widened as Chris pushed him further into the kiss, deepening it as his eyes slowly fluttered closed.

He couldn’t believe what was happening right now but he might as well not be surprised. So many crazy things have been happening in such a short span of time, he wouldn’t be surprised if this was all a dream.

But he truly hoped it wasn’t. The kiss was warm and sweet, gentle and loving, it was everything he could ever want. It was short, too. Chris pulled away before he had a chance to kiss back.

“Chris-” Ethan began but Chris cut him off again by suddenly wrapping an arm behind his back, the other one going underneath his legs to lift him up - bridal style - in his arms.

“I’m not going to lose you. Not again,” Chris said, “so don’t worry about walking anymore. Just hold onto Rosemary, I’ll get us there.”

Ethan gasped as Chris started running, carrying all of his weight with such ease. Ethan did as he asked and tightened his arms around the baby while Chris got them to safety. He felt his heartbeat quicken at the very idea of Chris trying so hard to save him but it was mostly beating so fast because of what just happened a few seconds ago.

He had never thought that Chris would kiss him or potentially like him back.

“Chris…,” He began. Now wasn’t the time to talk about it, he knew but he really needed some answered questions.

“Not now, running,” Chris said firmly, “we need to get far away before I blow that thing sky-high.”

“But Chris, that-”

“Not now, Ethan!”

Ethan fell silent at that and just let the man carry him. He carefully held Rose tighter to his chest, keeping her secure while he leaned his head onto Chris’s neck. He felt so useless being carried like this but at least he could try to feel like he was supporting Chris by being near him.

It was only a few seconds later that they were all in the helicopter. Chris immediately sat Ethan down into a seat, rushing to buckle him in and then went to start the plane. Ethan could do nothing but watch him, staring at him expectantly. He wanted to help him somehow even though he knew there was barely anything he could do right now with how weak and exhausted he was.

Chris seemed to understand that too. He said nothing to him, only giving him gentle glances, soft small smiles here and there as he started the plane, getting it into flight and as soon as they were high enough, it was finally time to finish the job. Chris pulled out the trigger for the bomb, immediately setting it off. “Hold tight!” he said as soon as he pressed it.

Ethan quickly held Rosemary close to him, grabbing hold of his seat as the plane shook from the shockwave of the explosion. Ethan gasped as he nearly slid out of his seat, Chris quickly getting out of his own to help stabilize him by holding him close. It was only a second before the shockwave passed, leaving the two of them steady and safe .

Ethan looked up, his eyes meeting Chris’s, their noses touching. He was so close that if Ethan leaned up just a little, he could kiss him again. But he couldn’t. Not just yet. They needed to talk about the first one before they could do it again.

Silence enveloped them as they only stared at each other, panting slightly as the adrenaline rush slowly ebbed away. Chris glanced up and down over Ethan, as if checking to make sure he was okay before moving to his feet and returned to pilot the plane. Ethan watched his every move, wondering how to even begin discussing their future, the next step and what happened moments ago.

Ethan could still feel the warmth from the kiss Chris gave him earlier. He didn’t even know how to begin. He had never even noticed Chris having feelings for him! He always thought the big soldier was just trying to help. He never thought that he could maybe like him back. Ethan mentally slapped himself as he ran a hand over his face. He felt like he was in high school again, confessing to his crush. How annoying.

He cleared his throat. It was now or never, “Chris…”

“Yes?"

“Can we talk about what happened earlier?”

Chris fell silent for a second before saying, “you mean with all the dying?”

“No, after that,” Ethan said, chuckling slightly.

He could see Chris smile for a split second at his own poor attempt of avoiding the talk they needed to have but then it vanished and he reached over, putting the plane on autopilot. He got out of his seat before walking over to Ethan, kneeling down in front of him. “Yes. We can.”

Ethan nodded. So now they were talking about it. The problem is, he didn’t know what to say next. He didn’t know where to begin. He cleared his throat again. “So…,” he started awkwardly, “why did you… you know?”

Chris stared at him for a moment as if he was trying to formulate his thoughts. “Well, you were trying to give up on me and I wasn’t going to let you do that.”

“Was it just to motivate me?”

“No.”

“Then why else?”

Chris smiled at that, “do you really need me to spell it out for you?”

Ethan’s eyes widened at that, his heart beating a little faster. “So you mean you…”

“It was kind of hard not to see how you were getting feelings for me, Ethan,” Chris said, causing Ethan to scoff and look away, a blush forming on his cheeks. “And to be honest with you, I’m surprised you never saw how I felt the same way. I was waiting for a good moment to tell you and, well, ask you out but then things sort of went to hell.” He chuckled slightly, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. So he had planned to tell him not too long ago.

“So you… I can take this as you like me back and you know that I like you too, right?” Ethan asked, just to be sure.

“Yes,” Chris nodded, “that’s exactly how I want you to take it, to be honest.”

“Good…,” Ethan smiled, “good. So then… What does this mean? What do we do now?”

“Well, it can mean whatever you want it to mean,” Chris said, shifting a little bit closer to him. “It can mean we’re together now and we can start dating or we can just have our feelings be out there in the open and figure it out when things calm down… we can do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

Ethan couldn’t help but gently take a hold of Chris’s face at that and guide him to his lips to kiss him once more, this time finally able to kiss back. That was one of the things that Ethan loved so much about Chris. He was so selfless.

Chris reacted instantly, leaning forward so he could wrap his arms around Ethan’s back, using his weight to keep him and Rose secure in his embrace. He pulled Ethan close to him, one hand threading through his hair while the other was firmly on his back. Ethan’s hands slid from the sides of Chris’s face to draping over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around his neck.

He didn’t want to just leave the feelings out in the open. He didn’t want to wait until things calmed down. He wanted to be with him and be happy and safe for once.

That’s all he wanted…

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.

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“Dad! Can you tell me what year it was that World War 2 began?”

Chris had wanted the exact same thing as Ethan.

“Depends, which dad are you asking, the one that failed history or the one loved it but forgot everything by the time college came?” He said, calling to the living room where their now 11 year old daughter was sitting on the couch, trying to do her history homework.

Ethan chuckled, sipping at his coffee with his other hand laced with Chris’s. He watched as his husband smiled at his own tricky answer. Rosemary had no idea which one was which.

“Whichever one knows exactly what I’m talking about!” She called back, her reply snarky. Ethan honestly didn’t know where she got the sass from but he most definitely blamed Chris.

“Okay, okay,” Ethan said, “It was 2012.”

“Dad-eef!” She snapped at him, giving him one of those teenage death glares that the kids had these days. He chuckled at the nickname. It’s what she called him back when she was a baby. She could never pronounce ‘daddy’ really well so the nickname ‘dad-eef’ stuck.

“Alright,” he sighed, “It was 1939. Promise it’s true.”

“Are you sure? I’m not asking the dad who failed history, am I?” She said, a playful tone in her voice as she wrote the answer down.

Ethan laughed, standing up to put his mug into the sink before gently kissing his husband on the forehead. “Nope, I'm afraid that’s your other father.”

“You weren’t supposed to tell,” Chris said, smiling with so much adoration in his eyes, it always blew Ethan away. It had been a long time since the events at the village and all was well for the now, the three of them living peacefully in their home in southern Iowa in America. Chris has long since retired from the BSAA and Ethan was still happily working as a mechanical engineer. Ever since they came back home, the relationship between them was awkward but it quickly grew into what it was now. Hell, it took only two years of dating before the two of them got married.

“Well, she needs to know who is a credible source here,” Ethan said with a grin. He peered outside the window, “Rose, it looks like Annette is here.”

“Oh!” She gasped, immediately packing up her schoolwork, “I forgot all about that.”

“You make sure you study when you get back, okay?” Ethan said a little firmly. He wasn’t a strict parent at all when it came to school, but he didn’t want Rose to let her work slide. School was important to a certain degree.

Rose sighed, “yes, yes, I know, I will. I’ll be back probably around six.”

“Six?” Chris grumbled, “I don’t know if I approve of my daughter staying out that late on a date. You should be back around five.”

“But it’s already four!”

“Exactly. Sounds reasonable to me,” Chris mumbled. Ethan laughed, gently caressing his cheek to make him smile back at him.

“Rose, don’t worry about it, try to be back at least around eight, okay? Eight is the latest.” Ethan said.

“Okay, dad-eef, will do,” She said, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder and heading to the door, “and it’s not a date!”

“Too late, you didn’t deny it earlier!” Ethan called back, only to hear her let out a little embarrassed shriek.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Bye dads, love you!” She said, already out the door before she could hear them call back, “love you too!”

Ethan laughed as he watched her go to the car through the window. “She likes her.”

“I know,” Chris said, getting up from his place at the table, “I don’t like it.”

“Why not? Annette is a sweet girl,” Ethan smiled. He’s met Annette and her family only a few times, but she always struck him as a really polite girl. If his daughter ever did choose to date her, he would definitely be happy with her choice.

“Yes but I still don’t like it. Before you know it, the two of them will want to get married and move out and bleeh,” he said, an annoyed look on his face that did nothing but make Ethan laugh. He knew that Chris really didn’t have a problem with Annette and he actually approved of Rosemary’s choice quite a bit. But he was still a dad and dads tended to be overprotective.

Chris became a rather overprotective dad the day they got married and Ethan never got upset about that fact. He loved how quick Chris was to take Rosemary under his wing and treat her like she was his own.

He was such a good dad.

He needed to be told that more often.

“You’re a good father,” Ethan said, smiling gently at him. His words were so soft, it made Chris stop in his tracks to the sink and immediately look at him.

“A-Am I?” he stammered awkwardly, smiling back at him, “I doubt I’m anywhere as good as you. You have so much experience on me.”

“Maybe,” Ethan admitted that he did. He had been raising Rosemary a lot longer than Chris had. “But even so, you really fell into the role pretty easily. And you do such a good job at it. You treat her as if she’s your own daughter and I can’t tell you how special that is to her… to me.”

Chris’s eyes softened as Ethan slowly approached him, his hand returning to the side of his face, gently cradling his face. Chris smiled, leaning into the warmth of his palm before taking a hold of it just so he could kiss him, right on the center of his life lines. “Of course,” he said, “why wouldn’t I? She’s a good kid and I’m proud of being her father or well, her other father.”

“I’m proud too,” Ethan smiled, wrapping his arms loosely around Chris’s neck, “you’re a wonderful father and husband… how could I not be?"

Chris’s face faltered for a second. It wasn’t rare that they had sweet moments like these, it’s just it blew Chris away every single time. Ethan already knew it did so he smiled more sweetly at his husband before he placed a kiss on his lips.

Chris kissed him back before his husband pulled away, his smile mischievous now.

“You know your daughter won’t be back for quite some time now,” he said.

Chris could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He knew exactly what he was trying to hint at. “And?” he smirked, teasing him, “what about it?”

“Oh come on, you know exactly what I’m trying to say,” Ethan rolled his eyes but Chris continued his teasing.

“Oh you mean watching all the ghostbuster movies since she hates them so much? Or do you mean going out to the restaurant we’ve been wanting to try lately? Or do you mean…,” his smirk deepened, “doing something a little more indecent?”

Ethan blushed and shook his head, “see now I’m not so sure anymore.”

Chris laughed, wrapping his arms around his waist, “we can do whatever you want to do. I was just teasing you. I’m happy to do whatever you have in mind.”

“Are you really? Because now I’m not so sure.”

“Honest! I truly will be happy with whatever you want to do,” Chris chuckled, “you’re fun to tease, I couldn’t help it.”

“Yeah, I know, you always do that,” Ethan smiled, honestly not minding it at all. He’s gotten used to how much of a tease Chris was.

Chris smiled back at him, dipping his neck down so he could kiss Ethan. Ethan wrapped his arms tighter around his neck before pulling away, “I think you already know what I’d like to do.”

Chris kissed his forehead, a gentle look on his face as he took a hold of his hand, “I do,” he led him to the stairs which led to the second floor where the bedrooms were - specifically, their own, “let’s get to work then. Who knows when Rosemary will be back.”

Ethan chuckled as his foot met the steps, “well then I guess we can have as much fun as we want until she gets back.”

Chris laughed at that and the two of them went up the stairs, going to their room to do their own personal activities, the whole time feeling loved and at peace with each other. Things were well now. And they were always going to be well.

Because they had each other.

[milkteahood]

So what if shortly after Miranda takes rose she also kidnapped heisenberg’s kid too? Probably because of how successful of an experiment he was. Which leads to Ethan teaming up with the Heisenberg family to save both kids (also rose isn’t to be used as a weapon). We all know that Karl isn’t one to be messed with but don’t underestimate a P. O. mother. Happy ending please!

Karl would come home one day from the village to find his wife crying hysterically and throwing things around. He’d immediately rush to her to ask what’s wrong to which she tells him “that bitch took my baby”. Karl’s mind goes blank for a moment there “what do you mean she took them?”.

“She took them Karl! I tried to stop her, but I couldn’t do anything!” she’d cry “she said she’s a perfect match in case Rose fails because you yourself were so close to being perfect for her”

At this point Karl would be fuming. One is to use him, but using his child awakened a new type of anger he didn’t know he was capable of. He’d hug his wife close reassuring her that they will get the kid back no matter what. They both work on a plan to take down Miranda, plan which includes Ethan because they know very well that he’ll kill the other lords.

“Isn’t there a way for Ethan to get Rose without killing the rest?” she’d ask while they wait for him.

“I’m afraid not. There’s no way those morons would betray Miranda” Karl would say.

The thought of Donna and Sal dying made her sad. They really deserved better. Even Alcina’s fate made her feel pity. All she’s ever wanted was to be Miranda’s favorite. Little did she know Miranda valued Karl over all of them. Karl’s s/o would sit quietly while listening to her husband and Ethan talk. He really seemed angry, but that made 3 of them.

Once Ethan arrived and got the final jar, he was expecting a battle. Meanwhile, all he found were Karl’s plans all over the place. As he was reading the papers scattered across the table he heard a woman’s voice arguing with Karl “let me talk to him. You’ll scare him off. Hell, you even tried killing him”.

“Who the fuck are you?” Ethan snarled, holding the jar tightly

“I’m Y/N. Please, take a sit” she’d say while gesturing to the chair near by.

Ethan didn’t move and Karl wasn’t having any of his shit.

“She said sit!” he’d yell and grab Ethan, forcing him to sit on the chair.

“What the fuck do you two want?!” he’d say.

“Look Ethan, we need to help each other” Y/N started “Miranda didn’t only take Rose, she also took our child”.

“What? You two have a kid? I’m not buying that” Ethan replied.

“You can either help us, or you can become food for— auch!” Karl would suddenly turn to his wife “what was that for?”

“I told you to be nice!” Y/N said.

“And if I help you, do I get Rose back?” Ethan would ask

“Absolutely! And in one piece” Y/N would reply “we just want our kid back”.

Ethan would agree to the plan, because he knows the pain they’re going through. He would be completely surprised about the fact that Karl is married and pretty confused that someone can actually stand him, let alone have his child. Even with everything he’s been through since he arrived in the village, Karl being a family man was the biggest shock to Ethan.

Killing Miranda wasn’t going to be easy and even Karl was scared they might lose. Ethan and Chris met later on, as he sought out Ethan once he discovered he had sided with Karl. It’s safe to say Ethan was not happy about seeing him, but listened to everything Chris had to say. Y/N was happy more help was coming but Karl was wary of them.

The plan was simple, Ethan and Karl would take on Miranda, while Y/N and part of Chris’s squad would sneak in and take the children. The battle was painful and both Ethan and Karl made peace with the fact they might die. Karl never told Y/N about it tho. He never told her there’s a good chance he’ll die.

Luckily, with Chris’s help, they managed to destroy Miranda once and for all. Y/N got the kids and was running to hug her husband, but not before he handed Rose to Ethan. Karl would hug his wife and child tightly and Mia would be so thankful for their help.

Chris would take Karl to the side and explain everything to him, including the fact that he and his family have to be kept under observation “I know this is difficult for you, but if you cooperate, you and your family can finally gain your freedom. And do not worry, no harm shall come to your child”. To seal the deal, he’d let Karl do the honors and blow up the entire village.

Years go by and Karl’s child and Rose are best friends and so are Mia and Y/N. Karl and Ethan would have a love hate relationship, as in “I definitely consider murdering you, but I will not let anyone else do it”.

[jaaneedo3]

Love and Other Dogs: Part 8

Pairing: singledad!chrisevans x femalereader

Warnings: None. I don’t think anyway.

“What’s going on with you two?” Lisa asked as you helped her with the dinner dishes, a knowing smile spread across her face. You could feel the blush take over your whole face as she handed you a plate to dry. “Please tell me that boy of mine finally asked you out?” Your mouth fell open. “Oh come on Y/N.” She laughed. “I know when my boy is smitten with someone.” You bit your lip to stop the giant smile that was trying to spread across your face. Lisa bumped your shoulder with hers. “Plus the boy couldn’t stop talking about you after you met.” You looked at Chris and Scott as they played cops and robbers with the kids.

“Yeah, Y/N we’ve never seen our brother like this before.” Carly teased helping Shanna get dessert out.

“Well he took me on a date the day after Ollie’s party.” You set dessert plates on the table. “Go oooon” Shanna giggled. “He asked me to be his girlfriend!” You guys squealed excitedly. If they were this excited over you two dating they would be over the moon about the baby.

“He said he loves me and he also wants me to move in. But we’re going slow, I’ve been spending the night and we haven’t exactly told Ollie yet.” You looked at the three Evans ladies, nervous about what they would say.

“Honey you have nothing to worry about, that little boy is over the moon for you.” Lisa patted your back. There was a loud squeal from the other room and Ollie came barreling towards you.

“Mama, help!” Ollie screamed for you, your eyes went wide, you hadn’t gotten to that part of the conversation yet. “Careful!” Chris tried to grab him before he got to you. You bent down to scoop him up.

“Are you a cop or a robber?” You asked, turning away from Chris who tried to keep the disapproving look on his face, but broke out into a smile.

“A robber.” He gave a sheepish smile. “And daddy’s a cop who tried to get me!” He pointed at Chris. “Oh well then I should turn you in right? Get the reward money?” You tickled him. He squirmed and tried to wiggle free, erupting in a fit of giggles. You set him down and took off for the living room.

“They’ll never take me alive!” You five adults burst out laughing.

“Mama?” Carly raised an eyebrow at you and Chris. “Yeah, that just started.” Chris said, squeezing your shoulders. “How do we feel about it?” Lisa asked, looking at you more so than Chris. “As long as Y/N is comfortable with it, so am I.” Chris was hugging you from behind. You felt so safe and warm in his arms, you leaned into him welcoming his embrace. “I’m honored he thinks of me as a mom.” Chris kissed your shoulder. They all beamed at you and Chris.

“Grandma, when’s dessert?” Ethan came into the kitchen, the other three kids trailing behind.

“Earth to Y/N.” Chris brought you out of your thoughts of last night.

“Hhhm?” You hummed looking at Chris. He chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Are you nervous?” You guys had just dropped Ollie off at school and were on your way to your doctor's appointment.

“I am, but I’m also so excited. I’ve wanted to be a mom since I was little.” You smiled brightly at him. “Are you nervous?” You asked back.

“No way. I’m more than excited.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to hear the heartbeat and see our little baby’s face.” Your heart swelled. Chris pulled into the parking lot, finding a spot that was pretty close, he shifted the car into park and was quickly out and at your side opening your door for you.

“Why thank you.” You giggled, taking his hand.

Once in the office you checked in and waited to be called back, before you knew it you were sat on that uncomfy table bed contraption, a blanket draped over your bare lower half in anticipation for the transvaginal ultrasound the nurse said you’d be having. You had your weight taken, vitals done, and you peed in the little cup, now you and Chris were waiting for the results.

“I feel like this is taking longer than the at home test.” You joked looking at Chris. He chuckled, pulling you into him and rubbed your back. “The doctor will be in here before you know it.” As if Chris could predict the future, there was a knock at the door and the doctor came in.

“Congratulations are in order!” He smiled. You smiled, looking up at Chris who was beaming. He cupped your face in his big hands and pecked your lips a couple of times. “Your hCG levels are very high, that’s very good, we like that number high.” The doctor ran through the standard questions to figure out the date of conception, you knew though that it was the night you had gone to Chris’ for the first time for dinner.

“So that brings you to just about eight weeks.” The doctor typed away on the computer. “Making the end of April when your baby will be due!”

“Let’s get some measurements and see if we can hear a heartbeat!” He said with a smile. You shimeyed back and laid your head on the pillow and legs in the stirrups. Chris took your hand in his and kissed it. He was vibrating with excitement.

“There’s gonna be some slight pressure from the wand.” The doctor said as he slid the ultrasound wand in. You sucked in a breath, squeezing Chris’ hand a little. He kissed your hand again. The doctor was quiet, moving the wand every now and then, tapping buttons on the ultrasound machine. This made you nervous. Why was he so quiet for so long? You glanced at Chris who seemed to be getting nervous too.

“Sorry.” He glanced at you both with a smile. “Just taking measurements, I didn’t mean to make you nervous.” You sighed in relief. “However,” he tapped a button and turned the screen toward you guys. “Double congratulations are in order, you’re having twins!” Your mouth fell open, in complete shock. The screen showed the typical black and white scan, but instead of one little peanut that would turn into your baby there were two! The room was filled with a heartbeat, strong and fast. The doctor shifted the wand a tiny bit and a different heartbeat took over, just as strong and fast as the first one.

“Twins?” Chris said just above a whisper.

“Twins.” The doctor confirmed with a smile. “Do twins run in either family?”

“Uh my grandfather on my dad’s side.” You said, still shocked. He nodded, removing the wand, tapping your leg to let you know you could sit up. The doctor tapped a few bottoms and ultrasound pictures printed out. He made a few notes in your file, then handed you the pictures.

“Okay, I’m gonna leave you to get dressed and then a nurse will be in to take some blood to get all those fun tests started.” He smiled. “Congratulations again.” He got up to leave.

“Oh! Y/N has been experiencing like all day morning sickness. It’s pretty intense.” You were very thankful Chris remembered to ask, because your mind went completely blank once you heard twins.

“That’s completely normal, sometimes it can be worse for expecting mothers, especially with twins. I’ll prescribe some anti nausea medicine, that should help. Just make sure you’re drinking so you don’t become dehydrated.” He reassured you guys.

“Thank you doctor.” Chris shook his hand and he was off to his next appointment.

“Twins?!” Chris asked in shock, but with the biggest smile you had ever seen on him. “Are you okay? You haven’t said anything.” He took your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.. “Just really surprised.” You said with a small laugh. Chris brought your face to his kissing you, you could feel the love and care radiating from his kiss. He pulled away, giving you a few quick pecks before resting his forehead on yours.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby.” He said, with another peck. “We will have so much help and support, these babies will be so loved.” He pecked your lips again.

______________________

Thankfully Alice was able to take over the dog sitting job you had lined up for the next three days and you and Chris were able togo home after the appointment. The nurse had come back once you were dressed and took what in your opinion was far too many vials of blood. You checked out scheduling your next appointment, stopped off at the pharmacy to pick up your anti nausea medicine, then you were off to home to veg out on the couch and not move till it was time to pick Ollie up from school.

“We gotta tell him.” You said glancing at Chris who was at the other end of the couch cuddling Dodger. Chris looked at you with a confused look.

“Ollie?” You laughed, it came out as a question. “I mean we have to tell everyone, not yet though I want to make it out of the first trimester.”

“Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” He sat up, and Dodger made quick work of squeezing himself in between you and Chris. “Bubba you gotta trust me.” Chris ruffled the dog's ears. You giggled, Dodger had eased up on Chris but every so often he would sit in between you two, keeping Chris at bay. You could swear he did it to mess with Chris.

“How do you want to tell him?” Chris asked, his hand weaving around Dodger to rest on your stomach. “You definitely have a bump, bubba.” His thumb stroked your stomach. “Okay, maybe you were right.” You rolled your eyes.

“I think we should get him a ‘I’m a big brother’ shirt, for when we tell our families.” You stroked Dodger’s ears, thinking out loud. “Maybe at Sunday dinner at your mom’s he wears it and we just wait till they notice, then give them the ultrasound pictures and let them figure out that it’s twins.”

“I like that idea.” Chris agreed.

“I say we take Ollie out to dinner, and tell him about the babies and about us..” You trailed off. You had to officially tell him, but you had a feeling he had already picked up on it. He was smart.

“We also have to move you in completely and take care of your apartment.” Chris said, sitting up to search for a big brother shirt on his phone.

“Hear me out.” You moved closer to see Chris’ phone. “I just bring the important stuff, like clothes and important papers and documents and we donate the rest.” Chris looked at you. “I mean what do I need my couch for? You have one. And what do I need my bed for? We’re already gonna have to get rid of one to turn one of the guest rooms into a nursery.”

“I like this one.” Chris showed you a shirt from Etsy. Dark blue with the Avengers on them. It read ‘This superhero has a secret’ on the front and ‘I’m going to be a big brother!’ On the back.

“It’s perfect.” You smiled, giving him a sweet kiss. You were starting to get excited about everything.

[thefanficmonster]

I may or may not have just sent the 3 word challenge in my real account instead of anon... I'm sorry. Please don't answer there. :)

When you post, post answering here please.

Again, much love,

📚🌻

Don't worry dear! Your identity shall remain a secret 🥰 Here's yet another fic with my Resident Evil OC: Gwen Winters (she’s an adult guys, don’t worry. However this is still an Older Man/Younger Woman relationship)

The words dear  📚🌻 Anon gave me in their previous ask were: Unruly, endurable and system. Please enjoy!

What happens in the gym....

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Angsty Romance

“Sure, throw me in the fire like you always do, Leon!“ Chris snaps, clenching his fists tightly as he glares at his best friend while the two stand in the dimly lit gym.

“Chris, you’re a BSAA captain, for the love of God! You should know better than to complain about something as little as this!“ Leon, while significantly calmer tone and demeanor-wise, is glaring daggers of his own.

“Why me, damn it?! And why her?!“ Chris is not done with his attempts to get out of the situation Leon’s trying to land him in and his partner’s honestly done with it.

“And why not?! You see the same potential I see, why would it be so hard to train her? She’s a quick learner, she’s disciplined when she wants to be and she’s already skilled to a certain degree. You’ve made soldiers out of total wimps before, why is she such a hassle to you?!“

“Because she’s disciplined when she wants to be and I guarantee she won’t want to when she’s around me. She’s unruly, selfish, arrogant and a Chris-phobe. I’m telling you, she hates me!“

It’s about time Leon’s had enough of this conversation. To be honest, he was done with it as soon as it started but he stayed, thinking he’d be able to change Chris’ mind but seeing as how this is a hopeless case, he’s just been wasting his time. “Does she? Or are you projecting your hate for her onto her?” Slinging his duffel bag containing his training gear over his shoulder, Leon finally makes that realization that these are ten minutes of his life he’ll never get back and storms out of the gym without another word.

Chris doesn’t attempt to stop him, in fact, he’s relieved he left. He sighs, silently hating himself for all the shit he said and how he meant none of it. It was all hard bullshit and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that Leon didn’t realize. Either way, he’s been cleared of possible suspicion, even if training the newest BSAA rookie still remains as his task.

Gwen Winters, she’s such a fucking handful. One cannot tell if it’s because she’s angry with the world, angry with herself or just straight up picked up on the habits of the family that took her in when she was rescued from Raccoon City where she was held as an experiment hamster. A chemistry project basically. Ethan and Mia were recovering from the events back in Louisiana at the time, still probably are, that is not some shit you get over, so they thought having another person in the house would help them. And help Gwen did. See, Gwen isn’t a handful with everyone. In fact, she’s a real sweetheart and Chris knows it too, despite his bogus claims. He knows she’s got a heart and soul of gold and is built with the will of a BSAA soldier already. All she needs is a bit better fighting skills and she’s good to go. 

He sees how she acts with everyone around him. She’s been quick to make friends with Jill and his sister Claire and she’s even got Leon’s liking and trust which is hella hard to get, especially after all the shit with Ada. She’s overall a super sweet and lovely girl, even with him from time to time. He’s seen her welcoming, friendly smiles whenever he stops by the Winters’ home. He’s heard her laugh at the jokes he rarely cracks.

Then why does she act like she hates him so often? And why does he claim he hates her?

Chris is snapped back to reality by the sound of rough impact. It’s a very distinct noise, one he places immediately: the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. It’s the middle of the night, almost midnight actually, and knowing how lazy the soldiers on his team are, he can only assume it’s either his sister or Jill, given that Leon just left. However, they’ve had people sneak in to train for free before, so it’d be for the best if he went to check who was releasing some pent up energy on the poor punching bag. Judging by the intensity of the punches being thrown, sounds like the person might be angry as well.

And they have every right to be. Because they are Gwen.

Chris’ face goes a bit red at the sight of the infuriated rookie giving the punching bag her all, punishing it the way she’d want to do to her superior she just heard call her all the names she hates being referred by.

“Winters I-“

“Unruly?“ Punch “Selfish?” Punch “Arrogant?” Punch

She stills herself, sighing and wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, “You say all that and expect me not to be a Chris-phobe?” She lets out a bitter laugh, rolling her shoulders before continuing her wrath over the piece of equipment she’s threatening to destroy. She hasn’t spared him a single look yet, something he’s rather grateful for because the last thing he wants to see is whatever her gaze is hiding right now. “I’ll talk to Leon.” She says, her voice leveled and breathy, far from the pissed off tone she was just using. This calmness is a lot scarier though. “I’ll tell him I don’t want you to be my trainer. To be perfectly clear, I never wanted you to train me in the first place. I’m just not the type to complain, you know. I’m not picky. Beggers can’t be choosers. I take what I can get. And you were all I was offered, but...” she trails off, delivering a particularly hard punch, “It’s not gonna work. I may not be picky, but I know when to draw the line. I know when I deserve better.”

“Kid, you really have no idea what the case really is here.“ He attempts desperately, taunted by the thought of acting on his instincts and approaching her even if that means being the recipient of one of those hard punches.

“You know, I’m strong. I’m skilled. I can hold my own in a fight quite nicely. I’m endurable. I’m not afraid to work my ass off and sweat and pant like a dog after workouts. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, but you still choose to make me feel lesser than any soldier you’ve ever come across, that’s really lovely of you, Captain Redfield.“

“Winters, please...“

“It’s ok, I won’t tell Ethan and Mia. I’m sure they’ll send you to hell over it. I’m not petty like that.“

He’s had enough. He’s had enough of hearing that hurt tone in her voice. He’s done hearing these words she’s so certain are true but aren’t. He’s done lying to her and to himself. Before he can even think twice about it, he grabs her by the arms gently but firmly, turning her to face him despite her hostile attempts to free herself from his hold like a wild animal caught in a trap. He’s surprised when she relaxes, probably seeing that as a quicker way out of the situation rather than struggling though if she tried to free herself any longer he would’ve probably let her go.

“Fucking hell, Gwen, listen to me.“ He looks her dead in the eyes, catching onto the spark of shock created by his use of her first name. But he also sees something else, something that looks dangerously a lot like tears. He knows she won’t cry, especially not in front of him, but knowing that he’s the cause behind the welling of those crystal droplets in her always shiny, always smiling eyes breaks him. When she doesn’t look away nor protest, he continues, “I can’t be your captain. I can’t be your trainer. I can’t be any of that. I’m a strictly professional man, and it’d be highly unprofessional of me to take you in as my soldier.”

“But why?“ She’s fully aware she sounds like a whiny kid - exactly how she thinks he envisions her sometimes - but she couldn’t care less. She wants and needs answers. She knows she won’t be able to fall asleep or keep coming back to the training center if she doesn’t get them.

It’s blatantly clear this is far from easy for Chris. His first instinct is to look away, let go of her, run away like he always does - not that she’d let him do such a thing but still. He’s finds the words impossible to spit out yet he oh so desperately feels the need to get them out of his system. And so, he gathers all the strength within him and finally forces himself to say it.

“Because a captain isn’t supposed to look at a soldier the way I look at you.“

Sure, it sounds cryptic as heck but he has no doubt she’ll catch on. Gwen is a smart and sharp girl, among many other things. She confirms this when barely three seconds after he’s said it, he notices her eyes widening

“Sir, I-“

“Don’t.“ He says simply, a small, regretful smile playing across his lips as his hand slides down her arm to take hold of hers, “I just admitted my dirtiest secret to you and you are still gonna remind me how unprofessional I am by using my title, Kid?“

She purses her lips, the shock momentarily replaced by her signature mild glare, “Well, you just admitted your biggest secret to me and yet you still choose to call me ‘Kid’, huh?”

He chuckles, letting his other hand repeat the movements of the first, “Sorry, force of habit.” His thumbs brush against her knuckles briefly as his head falls, his gaze fixating on where their bodies are connected, “You know, I didn’t tell you this to get myself any pity or anything. I just wanted you to understand and....wanted to get it off my chest. Ethan will kill me if he finds out, won’t he?” He suddenly asks, regaining the courage to look up at her once again.

She giggles, “Who says he’s gonna find out?”

Chris bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “You’re right, there’s nothing really to find out abo-”

Gwen has never been a chatter nor can she tolerate when people beat around the bush so she’s quick to cut them off sometimes, no matter how rude that may seem or sound. However, just to clarify, her chosen method of cutting a person off isn’t always kissing them. Just saying - this is a special situation requiring special methods.

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of her lips on his, Chris’ eyes close automatically but not even a second later he responds to the kiss properly: wrapping his arms around Gwen’s waist as her hands travel up to cup his face. The kiss is short - too short if either of them is to be asked - but it’s worth all the words they didn’t say despite wanting to.

When they pull away, Gwen gives him a mischievous smile, “Now he could find out about that and then shit would go south. That’d suck, wouldn’t it Chris?“

He’s only ever heard her say his name twice, once in passing conversation with Claire and once earlier when she paraphrased his term ‘Chris-phobe’, both time spoken with some dose of dislike he now realizes was a cover-up all along. Turns out the two are a lot more alike than they initially thought. Regardless, hearing her say his name with fondness instead of bitterness makes his heart flutter, his body yearn to have her closer, his lips wanting to be in contact with hers again. But he’s a patient and self-controlled man, he’s nothing if not willpower sculpted in a human body, so he keeps his distance, waiting for her to pick the moves, waiting for her to make the decisions just like she’s his captain.

“Big time.“ He manages to say, voice coarse all of a sudden, barely able to leave his throat. “So it stays here, right?”

She giggles again, bringing her lips within an inch or two away from his, taunting him, threatening to break his self-control, “What happens in the gym stays in the gym, Redfield.”

Golden rules of discretion, ones he mustn’t break ever. Especially not when his captain - Captain Gwen Winters - holds so much power over him.

[sugakoni]

"drunken thoughts"

pairing: leon kennedy x ethan winters

word count: 1495

warnings: mentions of throwing up, drunk leon, confused ethan, chris just being there for moral support.

(a/n): eden ( @resileon ) got me into the leon x ethan train and i wanted to write something about them because this crackship makes me so god damn happy. so, fellow leon x ethan shippers, here you go. heh.

one-shot under the cut.

The music on the radio filled the car, but soon began to annoy the blonde who was driving it. He huffed, turning off the music and mild concern laced his actions soon afterwards. He gripped at his steering wheel, thinking of the text that he had just gotten 15 minutes ago from Chris, shaking his head to himself.

Redfield : Hey. Before I tell you this, you

have to promise me you won’t be mad.

Ethan: I’m gonna already assume I will be mad.

Redfield: Please.

Ethan: Fine. What’s up?

Redfield: I took Leon out to get some drinks.

He… might’ve had one too many, and

forced me to go to your apartment.

Ethan: You let a drunk man… force you

to go to my apartment?

Redfield: Look, man. He is begging to see

you, and he is scary when he is drunk.

Ethan: Fine. I’m omw.

Ethan soon pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex, parking the car and sitting there for a moment. He groaned, rubbing his face all over with his hands. This wasn’t something he was planning on coming home from work to, but it was better than coming home alone.

He hopped out of the car, looking around and seeing Chris’s car parked somewhat close by. He made sure he had his phone and his keys before making his way up the stairs to his door, unlocking it and walking in. Ethan was soon met with a worried Chris, and Leon nowhere to be found.

“Where is he?”

“In the bathroom… As I said, one too many,” Chris replied, running a hand through his hair. Ethan sighed, taking off his jacket and putting it on a chair in the living room. He made his way towards the bathroom, seeing Leon hunched over the toilet, forehead resting on his arm. Ethan looked at the glass that was seated beside him, assuming Chris had gotten him a glass of water while the two waited.

“You know, when I gave you a key to my apartment, I half didn’t expect you to come here drunk,” Ethan said, leaning against the counter beside the drunk man. Leon looked up, squinting his eyes due to the blinding light in the bathroom, finally being met with the other man’s features.

“I just h-had to see you,” Leon slurred out, which made Ethan have to hold back a chuckle. He looked outside of the bathroom, seeing Chris in the kitchen, trying to find some food for the drunk man that had taken over the single bathroom in his apartment.

Ethan stayed quiet, not knowing what to say or do in this situation. But his thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of Leon throwing up violently. He scrunched his nose up at the noise, a soft sigh leaving his lips. Leon groaned, moving to grab a piece of toilet paper to wipe off his lips and chin.

The blonde moved to push the hair out of Leon’s face, exposing his forehead. Ethan blushed slightly at the sight, looking away for a moment as his flustered self began to take over. Leon was too focused on the fact he felt like shit to notice a shift in the atmosphere, thankful that Ethan was even helping him. He moved down to grab the glass of water beside him, taking a sip.

“Why did you need to see me so badly, Leon?” Ethan asked, and Leon moved away from the toilet and the man’s hand, pressing his back up against the wall. His eyes were closed, and head was searing in pain. Ethan frowned, sitting down in front of the cabinets of his sink and leaning his back up against it as well.

Leon opened his eyes, looking over at Ethan and felt his own face start to heat up. Ethan, being oblivious, didn’t notice his sudden change in demeanor. He hummed to himself, waiting for Leon to respond to his question.

“I like you… and your stupid freaking face… I like your face and you… I don’t know what I’m saying,” Leon whined, leaning his head back against the wall. Ethan’s eyes slightly widened at the confession the other made, before laughing loudly. He glanced over to see if Chris was listening in, but he seemed to be busy microwaving something.

“Leon… I would love to hear this tomorrow, when you are sober,” Ethan chuckled, biting at his lip as he played with his hands. His face felt hot, and he knew it was obvious he was red at the confession Leon had laid out on him. But, he liked the man too.

Just didn’t want to tell him while he was drunk.

“I’m sober enough,” Leon said with a huff. Ethan raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not though, Leon.”

Ethan stood up, flushing the toilet and a small ‘ew’ left his lips. He moved to grab the other’s hand, who happily obliged and pulled himself up. Ethan started to lead him towards the couch, laying him down. Leon kicked off his shoes, while the other helped him shrug off his infamous jacket he always wore.

The two’s touches on one another in this moment seemed to linger more than usual, but Ethan had to remind himself that this wasn’t the place or time he wanted to admit his feelings towards Leon. And Ethan also knew that Leon probably didn’t expect himself to do this, either. He grabbed a throw blanket from the closet, unfolding it and laying it on top of Leon. He made his way to the bathroom to grab the glass of water, bringing it back while Chris was holding a plate with some microwavable chimichangas.

Ethan chuckled a bit at the gesture, moving to place the water down on the coffee table alongside Chris’s effort of comfort food for the drunken male. Leon thanked them in slurs, eating in silence.

Chris motioned the other to follow him outside, and he obliged. The bigger man shut the door behind him, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and placing it in between his lips, lighting it before he spoke.

“I gotta head back home, but I am figuring you will be okay enough to watch him?” Chris asked, looking down at the other. Ethan gave a small nod.

“Yeah. If I need anything, I’ll let you know,” Ethan replied, and Chris gave him a nod back. He began to walk back to his car, and Ethan went back into his apartment, seeing that Leon had eaten the food and was in need of more water. He moved to grab the glass, going to the kitchen and getting him some more with ice in it this time, making his way back towards the brunette.

Leon was on his phone, scrolling aimlessly. He wouldn’t remember anything he saw tomorrow, but it kept him content in this moment. Ethan moved to grab himself another throw blanket, sitting down on a chair and curling up, on his phone as well.

Ethan waited, and soon enough Leon was passed out, a video playing on a loop with his phone on his chest. He grinned to himself at the sight, moving over towards him and turning his phone off, trying not to disturb him. He made his way back to the chair, sitting down and feeling himself become tired as well.

Sunlight soon seeped through the windows of Ethan’s apartment, stirring Leon up from his slumber. He glanced around, feeling like he was in an unfamiliar place for a moment, before his eyes met a sleeping Ethan on the chair beside the couch. He breathed out softly, biting against his lip as he took in how soft his features looked, and how relaxed the always tense man seemed to be.

Leon stood up, head immediately hurting as he did. He glanced down at the coffee table, seeing the glass of water with two pain killers beside it. He took them, before hearing a noise behind him.

Ethan had stirred awake, eyes slightly open as his arms stretched out above his head. He looked over at Leon, a soft smile on his face.

“How are you feeling?” Ethan asked, grogginess lacing his voice. Leon shrugged.

“Better than I did last night, I guess.”

“Do you still feel the same as last night?”

Leon raised an eyebrow at Ethan’s second question, before his eyes widened a bit in recognition. He slightly remembered himself telling Ethan his feelings towards him, embarrassment now shooting through him. Ethan chuckled, standing up and going towards him.

“It’s okay, Leon. I wish it was more romantic than you sitting in my bathroom, throwing up, but I like you and your stupid face too,” Ethan hummed. Leon turned to face him, and Ethan wrapped his arms around his neck. The other’s face grew red at the sudden interaction, and felt like he was about to explode whenever he laid a kiss on his cheek.

“So, how about some breakfast?”

[alj4890]

Heart's Choice Part 2

(Ethan Ramsey x F!MC) (Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices one shot

A/N I warned you @jerzwriter that this was ridiculously long, LOL. There's only one more part after this to complete the ask.

Masterlist

Part 2

About ten minutes later, Chris found herself in a patient room.

Tobias was in the process of stitching up the gash at the center of her head. He kept glancing down at her face every so often.

"Almost done?" She asked, feeling the need to squirm. She was so embarrassed that she'd fainted earlier.

"Almost." Tobias was worried about how deathly pale her face still was. "Are you feeling faint again?"

"No." She muttered. "I told you that I've done it before."

"I need the whole story." He paused to knot his handiwork.

He then rolled his chair around where he could face her.

"How did you get this far in medicine without fainting over the sight of blood?"

"That's just it." She explained. "It isn't other people's blood that makes me faint, only my own."

She began to fidget with the blanket while telling him about the first time something like this happened.

"When I was five years old, my parents took me to visit one of my uncles who lived out in the country. It wasn't quite a farm, but there was a lot of land where I could run around and go on adventures."

Chris sighed while attempting to get more comfortable. "One day, my cousins went fishing without me. I was furious with being left behind, so I chased after them. There was a shortcut to the pond they were headed to that had a gravel trail. One part of the path went down a very steep hill."

Tobias could easily picture a little red haired girl running as fast as she could then tripping and skidding down that very hill as she told the rest of the story.

"When I sat up, my knees and shins were torn open. My palms had deep cuts and my right cheek was bleeding. I fainted as soon as I saw all the blood."

She looked up at him. "I can do a simple cut or scrape and even my period, but when there is a lot of my blood, I faint."

Her lips curved as she recalled her family's reaction. "My grandfather was one of the top surgeons in Edinburgh. He didn't know what to think about me possibly being unable to study medicine. My parents, being surgeons too, were also in utter disbelief over my reaction to the sight of blood."

"You've got too many doctors in your family." Tobias choked on his laughter.

"Everyone's a doctor!" Chris chuckled over the irony of it all. "I think my grandmother would have been one if she hadn't settled on being a nurse."

She shook her head in exasperation. "My cousins thought I'd died when they found me passed out and covered in blood."

With a smile, she added, "They never left me behind again."

Tobias couldn't help but laugh over her story.

Chris tried to sit up and return to the oncall room.

"Easy there!" He forced her back into a reclining position. "You've got a grade two concussion. You're going to do nothing but rest."

She huffed with a bit of impatience. "But I'm --"

"No buts, Chris." His voice became firm. "You're under my care now. You will stay put and allow us to monitor you for the next twenty-four hours. Then, you'll rest an additional two days. Got all that?"

"Yes, Dr. Carrick." She mumbled, knowing it was futile to argue.

Pleased to see she was going to mind him without putting up her usual fight, he began to dim the lights in the room.

Tobias took over the reclining chair next to the bed and set an alarm for three hours from now. He knew it was going to be a long twenty-four hours for both of them.

They fell into an awkward silence as they both recalled what led to Chris becoming a patient. It was the first time they'd ever been this uncomfortable around each other.

"Chris," Tobias couldn't take another second of the silence, "about what I said earlier,"

She swallowed, unable to look directly at him.

"I meant it." He told her. "I don't expect you to return my feelings. I know you're with Ethan. I would never want to destroy that."

She grimaced somewhat from the pain in her head and the one that was slowly breaking her heart.

"I care about you both." He added. "But I couldn't keep my feelings bottled up anymore. Now that you know, I hope you won't let it ruin what we already have."

She forced herself to look at him.

"So," her voice cracked, "you could continue to be with friends with me without any bitterness?"

"Of course I can." He gave a slight shrug. "That's what I've been doing all this time."

Chris searched his eyes as she rested back against her pillow.

Tobias wished she would just come out and say whatever was going through her mind. He knew he'd shocked her. That along with her injury made it impossible for him to force her to reveal her true feelings.

Instead, he insisted she try and get some sleep.

"I'll check on you in a few hours."

Chris tried to do as ordered. She closed her eyes yet was unable to do anything but think about his confession. When she heard his slow, deep breathing, she turned to find him asleep.

She was free to study him without being caught.

Anyone would admit he was handsome. The man oozed sexiness. His charm and pleasant personality endeared him to many. It was hard not to love him.

There was no doubt in Chris's mind that if they had met back when Ethan refused to be with her, that she would be with Tobias right now.

She could see the path their lives would have taken. She loved being around him. It was easy. They thought alike in so many different situations whether in work or in their personal lives. Hearing him say he would want a family made their imagined future so much easier to picture.

But...

She was with Ethan, the very man she'd fought so hard to win.

Their love was different from any other she'd experienced. It was difficult at times, given their differing personalities. Then there were times where it felt as natural as breathing.

Ethan needed her. After all he'd been through with his mother, his disappointments in himself and those he worked with; he needed Chris to help him focus on what really mattered in life.

Tobias didn't need that. He already knew what to take seriously and what to let go. He moved through life effortlessly and made those around him think it could be possible to do the same. His innate confidence infused those he worked around.

What does he need from me, Chris wondered. My love? My friendship? What could I possibly give him that he doesn't already have?

Chris curled up on her side, eyes growing heavy the longer she watched Tobias sleep. The last thought to flitter through her mind before sleep claimed her made her tear up.

Could she actually give up one love with a man committed to her for another who had never shown any interest in having a relationship?

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The next morning...

Chris woke up with a start when she felt a soft kiss to her forehead. The brush of stubble made her mind initially think of Tobias.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a worried Ethan above her.

"I leave you alone for a couple of days and you immediately get into trouble."

Unable to stop the laugh over his dry observation, she hugged him.

Glancing over his shoulder, she noticed that the chair was empty that had held Tobias throughout the night.

"Please tell me you didn't drive through a snowstorm just because I bumped my head."

Ethan's frown deepened as he pulled away from her. He tenderly tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, allowing the back of his fingers to trail down her cheek.

"It wasn't nearly as bad as you think." He responded. "And I did wait until it had weakened some."

"Ethan." She groaned. "There was no need for you to rush home."

"There was." He argued. "We still have things that we need to discuss. Plus, now I see not only that you are injured, but also in need of care."

Chris rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. I was fine. There wasn't a single reason to hurry here."

"To be honest, I didn't know you'd gotten hurt until I arrived." His eyes narrowed. "I don't like finding out you're a patient the moment I walk into this hospital."

"If you'd stayed at your father's" she snapped, "you wouldn't have found out that way."

He glared at her for that. Didn't she know how important she was to him? The thought of her hurt or sick made him panic. Ever since the attack, he couldn't accept a world without Chris in it.

"Why didn't you call me?" He demanded.

"Because there was no need!" She threw her hands up in frustration, wishing she could pace. "I have a slight concussion that required stitches. It's not like I'm knocking on death's door."

"I'm going to find Tobias." He grumbled when he saw she was being her usual stubborn self.

Chris felt her heart stutter. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of Ethan's hand to stop him.

He looked at her in question.

"Don't go." She said softly, tears sparkling in her eyes. "Just...please..."

The growing lump in her throat made it impossible to speak. She wasn't even sure what it was she wanted to say to him.

Ethan's anger disappeared the moment he saw her tears. Settling down on the bed, he pulled her close to hold her. All thoughts about the fight they'd had earlier would have to wait. For the moment, he'd give her the comfort she needed from him.

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, wishing he could take what he assumed was pain from her injury away.

Chris buried her face against his neck while hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt like her heart was being ripped from her chest.

How could she possibly let him go for the unknown? Was it cruel to even contemplate it?

Tobias entered and paused in the doorway when he saw the two holding each other.

Clearing his throat, he summoned his typical smirk.

"I see our Chief made it back in one piece."

Ethan leveled his furious gaze upon him. "Why didn't you call me about Chris?"

"Because it was late, she wasn't in any danger, and she didn't ask me to do so." Tobias explained.

Ethan grumbled about everyone leaving him in the dark.

"How are her vitals?"

Tobias handed her chart to him and then focused on Chris.

"How are you feeling?"

She swallowed and averted her eyes from both of them. She knew he meant her injury but all she could think about was the decision she'd have to make.

"She's obviously in pain." Ethan answered for her.

Tobias's concern grew in hearing that.

"You are?" He stepped closer to closely examine Chris's face.

She lifted tear filled eyes to his. Her heart ached to talk to him alone. It then hurt for even thinking about doing that to Ethan.

"It's close to time for her to have her next dose of acetaminophen." Ethan said. "I'll go put in the order."

He left without another word.

"Chris?" Tobias said hesitantly, uncertain what to say or how to help her.

She took a shaky breath and forced out the very words that she'd fought to ignore.

"I love you too."

He froze.

Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I always have." She angrily wiped them away. "You make it impossible not to fall in love with you."

"Chris." He whispered, kneeling down by her bedside.

His hand found hers. Tobias was for the first time at a complete loss for words.

Her bottom lip trembled as she looked at her hand in his. It felt right. His touch always felt right. It shouldn't. It never should have been a comfort nor a pleasure. Ethan's hand should have been the only one to give her all those feelings.

Ethan returned, stopping at the sight of them. His brow furrowed over Tobias kneeling and holding Chris's hand. He knew they had a close relationship, but this seemed almost...intimate.

He cleared his throat to get their attention. In bemusement, he watched them move away from one another and the slight guilty expressions forming on their faces. He knew then that what they had might actually go beyond friendship.

His gaze hardened. With a quick jerk of his head towards the hallway, he told Tobias to follow him.

"Ethan?" Chris called out. "Wait, I need to--"

He ignored her pleas to talk to her first. He suspected he knew what she would say. Before he could contemplate that, he needed to speak to Tobias.

The two left her and went into the diagnostics office.

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"What the hell is going on?" Ethan demanded.

Tobias pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Squaring his shoulders, he met Ethan's furious eyes.

"Last night, I decided I couldn't keep my feelings to myself." He admitted. "I told Chris I was in love with her."

"You bastard!" Ethan spat. "So you took advantage of our fight to worm your way between us."

Tobias glared at him. "No. I told her I didn't expect anything to change between us. I didn't want her to break up with you because I see just how good she is for you."

Ethan cursed.

"I noticed you said, didn't." He pointed out. "Does that mean you now think she should end things with me?"

Tobias didn't hesitate.

"I do."

Ethan lunged forward and grasped the lapels of Tobias's scrubs, giving him a hard shake.

"How dare you?!" He roared. "You back stabbing son of a bitch!"

"How dare you!" Tobias snapped back. "You knew the type of future Chris wants all while knowing you weren't going to give it to her."

His eyes searched Ethan's.

"How could you lead her on?"

Ethan shoved him away.

"Actually, you could give her what she wants." Tobias continued. "But you refuse to."

"It's my life." Ethan snapped. "Not yours. Not Chris's. No one's but mine. I know what I can and can't live with. Marriage is a maybe, but children are definitely out of the question. I have neither the desire, the time, nor tolerance for that enormous change."

"It isn't your life if you have Chris in it." Tobias argued. "It's hers too."

"She loves me." Ethan muttered. "She'll understand."

"Of course she damn well understands!" Tobias slammed his fist on the table, wishing he could physically knock some sense into his friend. "But why should she give up something so important to her?"

"Why should I?" Ethan demanded.

"You shouldn't." Tobias told him. "You both deserve to have the life you want. That's why you have to let her go."

Ethan snorted in derision. "That's rich coming from the asshole hoping to take her from me."

"I'm not trying to do anything!" Tobias cried out. "I care about you both, but I couldn't hold back my feelings anymore."

He released a frustrated groan while running his hands over his face. "Look, I should have tried harder to keep silent until you and Chris resolved your problems. I know it was a dick move to tell her after finding out you had a fight."

Tobias looked once more at Ethan.

"But, I won't be the reason you two break up."

"Bullshit." Ethan grumbled. "You put the idea of the two of you in her mind. There's no coming back from that."

"You know as well as I do that nothing can force Chris to turn away from a commitment." Tobias snapped. "Her loyalty is beyond reproach. A hundred men could profess their love to her and she would still choose to be with the man she's given her heart to, which happens to be you."

Ethan glared silently at him, considering his words.

With a heavy heart, he told Tobias, "No. That person's you."

"I'm not a fool." He added with a great deal of bitterness. "I saw her in there with you. She might be with me and love me but she loves you."

His anger slowly turned to sadness the more he realized the truth.

"She spends more time with you than she does with me thanks to my new position here. She's loved you and your company for a long time now. Chris probably doesn't even realize how much she does."

Tobias refused to deny what he hoped was true.

Ethan sat down in one of the chairs.

"Damnit." He muttered. "Why did she have to want the impossible?"

"Is it really impossible?" Tobias sat down across from him. "Doesn't the thought of having a family with Chris give you hope?"

Ethan shook his head. "It fills me with dread and worry that I can't be what she or any child needs." He briefly closed his eyes. "I could end up doing what my mom did to me and Dad."

Tobias knew it was pointless to argue with Ethan about this. The man was convinced he'd inherited these awful traits from the parent who'd chosen her own wants over him.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

Ethan rubbed a hand down his face before forcing himself to his feet.

"I'm going to talk to Chris."

Tobias watched him leave with a heavy heart. He didn't know what he should wish for in this predicament the three were now in. He only knew that in the end, they would all hurt, either from guilt or loss of a loved one.

Lowering his head in his hands, he gave in to the desperation he felt.

[fangirlovestuff]

Okay! I had this idea brewing in my mind (but that’s the most my mind is capable of I’ll leave the writing to the professionals). So Carly or Shana (you can decide) are planning on going away for a vacation with their partner but they’re sceptical of leaving the children alone. So they ask Chris if him and reader (who is Chris’ girlfriend and super close to his family) to babysit the kids over the weekend and they accept. Since Chris is busy with ASP reader mostly entertains the kids, helps them with homework and stuff and Chris sees the way she is with them and imagines their future! Please make it fluffy 🥺❤️❤️

A Tale Of Nephews And Princesses - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - @tonystankschild surprise! i got my ask back somehow so i can properly post this!! thank you so much for this lovely ask, I had so much fun writing it! I chose Carly pretty randomly. her children’s names are online, so that was mostly why lol. in my head i imagined it so Miles is the firstborn, then Stella then Ethan but it doesn’t really matter. they’re all pretty small in the fic so like, the oldest is 10 years old? idk, i didn’t really wana do research because i wanted to respect their privacy lol, so i took creative liberty over most of it. also you calling me a professional?🥺 pls omg i am so far from it but tysm!! I hope you enjoy it!!<3

Word Count: 3k (!!! y’all are getting fed hehe)

Warnings: none! just fluffy fluff :)

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"Hey babe?" Chris asked, coming into the living room. His hand was on the telephone, so whoever's on the other side was still on the call.

"Yeah?" you replied from your place on the couch.

"Is it okay if Carly's kids come sleep at ours next weekend? It's Carly's anniversary so they wanna go on a weekend away."

"Yeah, sure," you smiled, "watching them is gonna be no problem. Tell her I said congrats!"

"I will," he smiled. "And well, I have some stuff for A Starting Point I gotta do that weekend. I told you about the interview and –"

"It's okay, I don't mind watching them," you smiled and cut him off. "I'll have someone to keep ne company while you're busy."

"You're the best," he blew you a kiss and you smiled as he got back on the phone with his sister.

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"You're sure it's okay?" Carly asked, ushering her kids through the door of your and Chris' house.

"Yes, we're sure," you smiled at her. "It's no problem at all."

"Besides, even if we weren't, I don't think you'd have any other options right now," Chris smiled at his sister as well. "Go, have fun, we'll all be here when you come back. If anything, you should worry about them not wanting to leave," he smirked.

"Sure," she drawled out with a smile. "Well, if you need anything at all just call me," she told the both of you.

"It's gonna be fine," you laid a hand on her shoulder, smiling. "I could understand why you'd be worried if you left them with this five-year-old," you nudged Chris with your elbow and he rolled his eyes, "but I'm here and I assure you we're gonna have a lot of fun, isn't that right kids?" you smiled at Chris' nephews and niece, who were still standing there with their bags, waiting to say goodbye to their mom.

"Alright," she laughed. "Well, have fun kids! Bye!" she hugged each one of them and went back to her car, where her husband was waiting to go on a weekend away. It was their anniversary, so you and Chris volunteered to watch Miles, Stella and Ethan while they were away for a couple of days.

Before you managed to say anything, you and Chris were bombarded with questions – "Uncle Chris, can we play Mario Kart?" "No! Can we have a princess tea party?" "Can you read me a story?" "Can we eat cookies?" "Where's Dodger?" "Can we play with the cap shield?"

Chris looked at you and you return his amused look with one of your own. "Okay," you said, effectively silencing them as they looked up at you with wide eyes. "We can do all of these things later, but for now we should put your bags up. Dodger's hiding, so maybe after we find him, we can play with him, alright? But bags first," you smiled at them as they immediately sprinted upstairs with their bags, as best as they could carry them.

"Be careful!" you yelled after them and laughed.

"Is Dodger hiding?" Chris frowned at you.

"Of course not. I got him out in the yard before they arrived so he wouldn't tackle them to the ground," you grinned.

"What would I do without you?" he smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

"My guess? Have more sweaters," you chuckled. "But hey, that's why I'm here!" you showed off the sweater you were currently wearing, which was indeed his, making him laugh.

"C'mon, let's go make sure they're not breaking anything," you pecked his lips.

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Chris was the first one to go outside and play with them and Dodger, while you hung back for a while, cutting up some fruit and getting some juice boxes before stepping outside as well.

"You guys hungry?" you smiled at them when you got out, Dodger immediately running to you and the kids right behind him.

"Yes!" they yelled in unison as you put the plate down on the table before sitting down next to them and Chris.

"Oh, by the way it's 4:15, so you should probably go get ready," you told him. He had an interview for ASP in about 20 minutes, and as much as you'd love for him to stay outside with you, you knew he had to go back inside to his home office.

"Thanks honey," he smiled softly before patting Miles' head and scratching Dodger's ear. "Alright kids, be good while I'm working," he winked at them before disappearing inside.

"Princess auntie?" Stella asked once she finished eating. Your heart melted in your chest at the sound of it, not the princess part of course, since Stella was currently obsessed with Disney and had the habit of calling everyone princes and princesses. No, it was the auntie that tugged at your heartstrings.

You weren't officially a part of the Evans family, well, not yet, you hoped. But their tendency to embrace you as one of their own never failed to make you smile, because there's nothing you'd want to be more.

"Yes, princess Stella?" you smiled at her.

"Can we have a tea party now?"

You chuckled at her request. "Well, I think there's nothing better for a tea party than…" you paused for suspense, "cookies!" at the sound of that all three of them cheered and you laughed. "But you all have to come and help me make them!"

The happy bunch followed you to the kitchen and you let Dodger into the living room on your way so he could rest a little.

"Okay, first of all we all need to wash our hands," you instructed. After a few minutes and some stray drops of water later, you were ready to go.

"Okay, Miles, you can help me measure everything, and Stella can pour it in, and Ethan's gonna stir, sounds good?"

Surprisingly, the kids went with your suggestion without any argument, and you started making the batter.

"Ethan, mix slower, will you?" you contained your laughter once a bit of batter flew out of the bowl and onto Miles' face. "Are you okay Miles?"

You turned to the kid in question to wipe the batter from his face, but you found he already took it on his finger and tasted it. "It's really good," he nodded, and you and you couldn't contain your giggle now.

"I'm glad, but let's try not to eat the cookies until they're ready," you raised your eyebrows at him and he nodded in understanding, although a grin was still on his face so you weren't sure how much he was going to stick to that.

The rest went pretty smoothly, and just as you were dividing your batter and putting the cookies in the baking pan Chris walked in, having just finished his interview.

"Ooooo, what are you guys making?" he smiled.

"Cookies!" Ethan yelled.

"For the tea party!" Stella added.

"But I don't wike tea parties," Miles sulked.

"You don’t have to be in the tea party to eat the cookies," you calmed him down before they'd start fighting.

"Now come on, let's finish up these cookies and then we can go play."

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You spent the rest of the afternoon playing board games, the smell of the cookies filling the air as the kids got more and more impatient to have them. Eventually, it was time to take them out, and you tried to slip away unnoticed but unfortunately they noticed and followed you to the kitchen.

"I'm taking out the cookies, but just remember they're very hot and we can't eat them yet, okay?"

You heard a chorus of okays before you opened the oven, the pleasant smell and warmth coming at you in a wave. You grinned and took the cookies out of the oven, warning the kids to stay away from it while you put them on the counter and went to shut off the oven.

After a few minutes you touched the cookies tentatively, and found they were cool enough to give to the kids to taste. They all took a bite and immediately smiled.

"Well? Did we succeed?" you asked with a smile, taking a cookie yourself.

"Yeah!" they all nodded, and ran to the living room, where Chris was still sitting. "Uncle Chris, you have to taste our cookies!" you heard Stella say and smiled, knowing they'd all walk in here in a couple of seconds.

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You all ate dinner together, cookies for dessert obviously, and before long it was bedtime. Chris needed to get some more work done, so you were the one to put them to bed. The boys were sleeping in the same room and Stella in another one, but all four of you were currently snuggled together in the boys' room, as you read them all a story.

Stella was on one side of you, her eyelids slightly drooping already. Miles and Ethan were on the other side, and you were half sure Ethan was already asleep. Dodger was at the foot of the bed, seemingly listening as well. You were just reading the last page when Chris walked in, a grin stretching on his face at the sight in front of him.

You smiled back and softly finished the rest of the story, closing the book and putting it down on the bedside table. Carefully getting up, you kissed Miles and Ethan's foreheads goodnight before taking a sleepy Stella into your arms, smiling at Chris on your way out of the room as you carried her to her bed, laying her down and tucking her blanket around her.

"Goodnight princess auntie," she mumbled.

"Goodnight princess Stella," you whispered back and smiled, gently tucking her hair away from her face before getting up. Seeing Chris waiting for you at the doorway, you put your finger to your mouth signaling him to be quiet until you softly shut the door nearly all the way behind you, leaving a small crack so it wouldn't be completely dark and so you could hear her if she needed anything.

"Did you get your work done?" you whispered as you wrapped your arms around Chris' neck.

"Yeah," he whispered back. "You're really good with them, you know that?" he smiled, affection dancing in his eyes.

"They're great kids," you smiled back, pecking his lips softly before drawing away. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

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The next morning you awoke to the sound of whispers and padding of feet coming from the hallway. You smiled to yourself before getting away from Chris, whose arms were wrapped tightly around your torso. He stirred when you sat up, mumbling a low "Where are you going?"

"They're awake, but try and get some more sleep, you have a long day today," you whispered back, kissing his cheek before getting out of bed and out of the room, shutting the door behind you.

When they noticed you got up they stopped talking and you smiled at them. "C'mon, let's go downstairs so we won't wake uncle Chris," you whispered.

When you were down you asked them in a low voice, "did you brush your teeth? What do you want for breakfast?"

After they all brushed their teeth, and so did you, you all gathered in the kitchen to make breakfast. You made them some chocolate milk and they drank it while you made something to eat, laying it out of the table and sitting down to eat with them, but not before you put some food aside for Chris.

"What do you wanna do today, huh?" you asked, taking a sip from your mug.

"I have homework," Miles admitted shyly. "Mommy said I was supposed to do them yesterday, but I forgot."

"That's alright, you can do them right now," you ruffled his hair affectionately.

After you were done with breakfast, Miles sat down to do his homework and Stella and Ethan helped you with the dishes. Well, they just handed you the dishes, which you then washed and put in their place, but it kept them occupied long enough.

You were nearly done with the dishes when you felt a tug on the hem of your shirt. "Can you help me?" Miles looked up at you.

"Of course," you smiled. "Stella and Ethan, wait a sec alright? And be careful!"

You walked back to the kitchen table with him, where he showed you the exercise he was struggling with. Just as you were helping him solve it, Chris walked into the kitchen. Thankfully, fully dressed in his everyday clothes, you eye rolled inwardly at your boyfriend's sleeping garments, or lack thereof.

"Hey guys! Did you have breakfast already?" he asked, going to hug Stella and Ethan.

"I left you some," you gestured at the plate on the counter with a smile.

"Thank you," he picked it up and started eating. "What'cha doing there bud?" he asked Miles.

"My homework," he said with a shy grin. "But I'm almost done!"

"Yeah," you smiled. You explained it for him, all the while ignoring Chris' eyes on you. You felt his gaze and smiled, not giving it any attention and helping Miles solve the problem.

"All done!" you high fived him and he cheered.

"Good job!" Chris smiled at the both of you. "I have to do some work, but after I'm done we can go play some more with Dodge, how about that?"

"Yay!" they cheered. He hugged them all and retreated into his office once more. You knew how much he hated not being able to be with them all day while they're here, but he cared about this project a lot, so you were going to make sure everyone had a great time regardless.

"Okay, how about…" you paused to think, "we build a blanket fort! As a surprise for uncle Chris," you smiled at their excited reaction. "But shhh! We have to be very quiet so he won't hear us, because it's a surprise!" knowing Chris needed his focus, you were glad when they nodded their heads. Ethan out a finger to his lips and shushed his siblings, which you giggled at.

"After you," you gestured for them to start walking towards the living room. "The blanket fort isn't going to build itself!"

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They were quiet, whispering to each other as you draped the blankets you had brought from their bedrooms. The only loud sounds were their laughs, which you really couldn't bring yourself to get mad about.

After nearly an hour, the blanket fort was complete. You all cuddled inside, the kids bringing their dolls as well.

"Can we watch a princess movie?" Stella asked once you had suggested they watch a movie.

"No! I don't wike it!" Miles immediately objected.

"Yeah, no princess!" Ethan joined his brother.

"Okay, how about… Peter Pan?" you asked them. Then, you leaned closer to Stella and whispered in her ear, "Tinkerbell's a fairy! That's almost as good as a princess, right?"

She contemplated it for a moment before nodding her head. You kissed the top of her head and put on the movie. You all settle down, and you cuddled Stella close to you, smiling as Ethan and Miles soon joined.

That was how Chris found you, about an hour later, and his heart swelled in his chest at the sight. His niece and nephews all cuddled up with you, watching a Disney movie. He thought about the ring, safely stowed away deep in his bedside drawer, and smiled softly.

With any luck, soon these might be your own kids you'll cuddle with. The thought filled him with giddiness, but also nerves. He didn't really think you'd say no, but hell – you can never know with these things. All he knew was that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and he was going to ask you if you wanted the same. Soon.

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The end of the day finally arrived, and Carly and her husband were coming to pick up the kids.

"You got everything?" you asked them. They all nodded their heads. "Great! Well, your mom's gonna be here in a few, so how about –"

"But I don't wanna go!" Miles complained.

"Yeah, I wanna stay here!" Ethan exclaimed.

"Princess auntie, pretty please can we stay?" Stella looked up at you.

"I'm sorry guys," you smiled, "But you have school tomorrow. Besides, your mom missed you very much, and I'm sure you missed her too. Don't you miss mommy and daddy?"

"Yes," they admitted.

"C'mon, don't be sad," you grinned at them, "you can always come visit us."

At that moment Dodger decided it was a good time to greet them goodbye, jumping up and trying to lick them. They giggled, and you and Chris exchanged a fond glance over their heads. You heard the car pulling up outside, so you caught onto Dodger and made him stop before Chris opened your door, knowing Carly would be coming to get them.

"Mommy!" they all yelled.

"Hey babies!" she greeted them and pulled them all into a big hug.

Dodger tried to escape your hold and join them, but you caught him before he could tackle them. "Don't be jealous," you playfully chastised him and scratched him behind his ear.

"Hello Dodger," Carly smiled and came to pet him as well. "Okay kids, say goodbye, daddy's waiting for us in the car."

"Bye bye!" said and hugged both you and Chris tightly.

"Bye!" you waved at them once they got out, closing the door gently behind them.

Chris came to wrap his arms around you. "You're amazing."

"So are you," you smiled into his neck.

"No, I'm serious. You were amazing with them," he smiled timidly. "And well, in the future, I…" he trailed off.

"Awwww, you were totally thinking about what if they were our kids, weren't you?" you grinned. "That's so cute!" you teased him.

"Whatever," his cheeks tinted slightly. "I guess you don't wanna hear what I think."

"No, I do!" you objected with a smile.

"I think," he started, "that you're gonna be the best mom ever someday. And I am so lucky to have you."

"And you're gonna be the best dad," you smiled before leaning it to kiss him.

When you broke apart, you smiled. You knew how true your words were, and you couldn't wait until that turned into a reality.

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