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obsolescent · 7 months

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Southern Charm - Chapter One

Pairing: Ethan Winters x GN!Reader

Summary: You begin working at a new company, meeting the coworker you’ll work with the most. He’s attracted to your southern charm and can’t help the feelings that rise. From the accent to the way you move, it captivates him. How much longer can he stay quiet about the blossoming infatuation he has for you? The person before Mia.

Author's Note: The first chapter of the winning story for my 100 followers celebration! So the first chapter is just setting things up, it takes a long time to get to LA from the south, lol. Not that much excitement going on yet but you do speak to Ethan some. Also, I am starting to add tags to the ends of my writings, so if you would like to be tagged (or removed from the tags) let me know. Enjoy!

Content Warnings: Cultural differences, mentions of anxiety, will update for future chapters.

Cross-Posted to Ao3

Systems Engineering has been described as an integrative field of engineering management that centers around how to design and manage complex systems over their cycles of life. That’s quite the mouthful. Thank the Lord that is not your career field. Your head spins just thinking about your soon-to-be-coworker’s job description. A computer science degree is what you have, filling in the role for their database administrator.

You had seen the job opening and applied, amongst countless others, not thinking much of it. To your surprise, your application was accepted and after the initial screening of the hiring process you were congratulated on being selected for the job. You’re now relocating to California for the position, leaving your hometown in the south for a fresh start across the country. You always joked to your friends that if you went west of the Mississippi River you would be leaving your soul behind.

Crossing into the city limits of Amarillo, Texas, you feel something ebbing away after each mile that’s put between you and your hometown. You try not to think too much about the ache in your bones, already feeling the waning of your resolve. You stop in the city for the night to rest. You wanted to tackle the trip in under a few days, having driven around halfway now, you figure it’s a good stopping point for the night. You find a reasonably priced inn for the night. The place is astonishingly unique, something you hadn’t seen before.

Arriving at your room, you brought in only the essentials: items for showering, skincare, and a change of clothes. You make your way to the bathroom, wanting to wash the day away after being confined to your car for so long. You only stopped to stretch your legs and to grab a bite to eat, but the soothing warmth of the shower beckoned you, soothing some of those pangs in your heart. You towel off and slip on your usual pajamas, sliding into the sheets of the bed.

You dig through your bag you left beside the bed, pulling out and plugging your phone into its charger, setting an early alarm to tackle the remainder of the trip. You ignore the messages from friends and loved ones, opting to open the one from your new coworker. You had been given his information during the onboarding process, having completed the majority of it before arriving at the physical location. Since you’ll be working closely with him, it was wise to get to know him beforehand, also reducing some anxiety you had over it all.

“Hey. Safe travels, looking forward to meeting you in person.

Hope the drive’s been OK.”

You smile at the message, typing your response.

“Thank you, Ethan, I appreciate that.

Reckon the drive hasn’t been too bad so far.

I’m fixin’ to go to bed, but I’m looking forward to meeting you too.”

You do a quick once over on your message before sending, not too worried about your accent showing through your typing. Already feeling at ease with speaking to him like you normally would. Not long afterwards you receive his reply. It’s still pretty early for him, so you’re not surprised he’s awake.

“That’s great, I’m glad.

And you’re welcome.

Goodnight, get plenty of rest.”

He’s been nothing but friendly, something you had been worried about when preparing to move out of the region. Hearing from others experiences outside of the southern United States, it’s a cultural shock at how others can be. Not saying everyone is like that, you’re not one to stereotype, but many aren’t as warm as they are down in the south. You’ll definitely have to do some adapting once arriving.

You tell him goodnight as well, before setting your phone to ‘Do Not Disturb,’ laying it down on the nightstand. You reach over and flick the switch to the lamp, cutting out the lights. Settling into the covers, you soon drift off, the sounds of the air conditioning lulling you to sleep.

The alarm pierces through your turbulent dreams, a distorted chaos of faces and scenery from your hometown, swirling into a tornado of unease and remorse. Jolted awake by the blare, you reach for and toggle the button on the side of your phone to snooze the sound for another ten minutes. Sinking into the sheets again, you blink the sleep away, and when that doesn’t work, you rub your eyes until your vision spots.

Staring at the ceiling, you take deep breaths to steady the beat of your heart, swallowing down the anxiety that threatens to spill out. Removing the sheets from your body, you get out of bed and prepare for the next half of the trip. Pulling on the clothes you had brought in the night before, you gather your belongings and head to the lobby to check out.

You head out to the parking lot and pack your luggage into your car, settling into the driver’s seat. ‘6 AM, doing good on time. Could be in Claremont by 9 PM.’ You had picked a place to rent outside of LA, knowing it would be cheaper and less hectic. Though, even the prices for a two bedroom, one bath apartment in Claremont, almost an hour away from the bustle of the large city, had your eyes almost popping out of your head. Fortunately for you, your salary increase at this new job would be more than enough to pay for rent while having excess left.

Disregarding the additional messages you’ve received from others, you text your coworker to update him on your current status and the estimated time you’ll arrive in the city, before leaving the hotel’s grounds and continuing on, toward your new beginning and hopefully brighter days.

Tags: @caramlizedtomatoes, @dwkfan, @emilzke, @neondogs, @roseglazedlens, @xxacademy

#o fics #ethan winters x gn!reader #ethan winters x reader #ethan winters x you #ethan winters fic #resident evil #ethan winters fluff

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astxroiid · 1 month

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spotify @ odetothestars ✩••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

"Our gods have abandoned us, left us instead."

❥ i take requests for playlist, either about a character i write for or any kind of aesthetic.

❥/✷ = fave

characters/people:

❥ peter parker (tasm)

❥ edward nashton (2022 batman)

❥ jaskier (witcher)

❥ viktor (arcane)

❥ matt murdock (daredevil)

❥ arthur shelby (peaky blinders)

❥ the falcon & the winter soldier (tv show)

❥ will graham (nbc hannibal)

❥ lucian (underworld)

❥ unus annus (yt)

❥ detroit become human (game)

❥ diego hargreeves (umbrella academy)

❥ ethan nestor (yt)

• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ •

aesthetics/genres:

✷ the art of eye contact -- indie lover

✷ black panties left on the floor -- sex playlist

✷ don't look at the trees -- southern gothic

✷ here for a good time, not a long time -- 60's-80's classics

✷ out in the desert with a flask and a conscience -- dark/sad cowboy

✷ a private school in england on cobblestone streets

✷ speeding down the autobahn -- fast, mostly foreign hype

✷ stalking the suburbs for prey -- serial killer

✷ stealing $150,000,000 worth of diamonds w/ the girls -- heist

✷ we can raise the dead -- rock/metal

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated on any of my posts!

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choicesficwriterscreations · 8 months

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September MC & OCs of the Month - Special Edition: Sydney Valentine

Help us in welcoming September's MCs and OCs of the month! That's right, plural! Most months, CFWC highlights one randomly selected MC or OC from our Meet My MC / OC List. (More info here.) But this month, we're doing something different.

In August, @lilyoffandoms hosted a Writers Appreciation Month, and we announced the September Writer of the Month would be selected from its participants. But all participants agreed - Lily deserved the honor! Still, we wanted to do something nice for the eleven writers who elected to participate to help uplift other writers in the fandom. So, this month, each of the eleven participants will have one of their MCs or OCs highlighted.

We will introduce each MC / OC individually, and once all eleven have been highlighted, a masterlist for the month will be created. We hope you enjoy getting to know all about them!

The fourth MC of the Month is @peonyblossom's Sydney Valentine!

Learn more about Sydney below!

MC chosen: Dr. Sydney Valentine

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC. I genuinely cannot decide what I like most about Sydney LMAO. I just. love him. idk.

Do you feel your MC is like you at all? How are you alike or different? I would say we’re more different than alike. Sydney loves winter/winter and snow related activities, and I just cannot handle the cold and the snow like that. He’s also more outspoken than I am. I can be outspoken when I need to be, but I like keeping to myself much more than Sydney does. Probably ’cause he’s a big extrovert, and I’m a huuuuuge introvert lol. As for things we have in common, we both like to fuck around with gender and gender expression, which is pretty cool.

What is most important to your MC? What is their motivation in life? The most important thing to Sydney/their motivation in life is making the world (or as much of it as he can, anyway) a better and safer place for minorities, especially LGBTQIA+ people and Asian Americans, because he falls into both of those groups. As a bisexual, Korean demiboy, Sydney has dealt with some major bullshit throughout his life, and his spite motivates him.

If your MC could change one thing - anything - what would it be? The American healthcare system

What is your MC’s favorite quote or song? Pretty Savage by BLACKPINK

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC? Sydney was one of the first, if not the first (I don’t really remember 😬) MC I shared in this fandom, and I love him with all my heart. I was a little nervous to be posting Ethan x m!MC because of the sheer amount of (very lovely) f!MCs in the OH fandom were a bit intimidating. I’m really glad I wrote for Sydney, though, because he is seriously such a fun character, and I love being able to contribute to the amount of Ethan x m!MC fics out there. Dr. Sydney Valentine

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc mc of the month #sydney valentine #peonyblossom #playchoices #open heart

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peonyblossom · 8 months

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Choices Writer Appreciation Month Week 3 - Fic Writer Recommendations

Thank you @lilyoffandoms for hosting this wonderful event!! Here are my fic writer recommendations for week 3!!

@gutsfics (AO3)

I absolutely love all of Stan's works but especially his Thomas x Avalon fics!!! My top three faves are Warmest Winter, Pre-production, and The Name of the Game. Thank you for sharing all of your awesome works with us and for being one of my best friends in this fandom!!! Also, big big shoutout for being one of the first writers in this fandom that I read (and also thank you Thomas Hunt for that hehehe) ❤️

@jaredkau (AO3)

I know Jared hasn't posted many fics yet and rai posts more art than writing, but idc I love all your stuff!! Thank you so much for the trans!Ethan content (and convincing me to get on the trans!Ethan train hehe). Thank you for being my other best friend in this fandom and also for advocating for us queer people in this place!! ❤️

@lovealexhunt/@theartoflovingthomashunt/@storyofmychoices (AO3)

Dani is such an amazing writer and I love reading her stuff (ofc, especially Thomas x Alex)!! I'm pretty sure Thomas and Alex are the first couple I ever read in the Choices fandom and I'm so happy I did!! They are such an amazing couple and I'm so happy Thomas Hunt was my gateway drug hehe. And of course a huge shoutout for all the wonderful events/accounts you host, this fandom wouldn't be what it is without you ❤️

@mydemonsdrivealimo (AO3)

MJ is not only one of my fave authors in this fandom, but also one of my fave artists!! Jensen and Bryce are one of my fave couples in this fandom fr fr. Thank you so much for writing some gay shit here, that's my favorite shit to read!! Jensen and Bryce are such a breath of fresh air here and I just love seeing how different your little OH world is compared to a lot of others'. ❤️

#choiceswriterappreciation2023 #fic recs

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wrenthemoralfander · 9 months

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@miranderisanallyforherkids

I thought you would appreciate it.

Random conversations with Caleb, Heisenberg and Father Gascoigne.

Some are story like, some are quote like, and I don’t know how to make quote-like. (I am sorry in advance for the stupidity you were about to see.)

Compilation number one.

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“OK, OK, OK! Why the fuck are you two banned from the kitchen?” Caleb asked.

Heisenberg and Gascoigne just looked at each other.

“Eileen’s said no one wants blood in the food…” he said. Caleb raised an eyebrow and Gascoigne sighed. “Look, I… was in a rush, so I made a mess of the kitchen last time. There was a lot of blood in the food.”

“Heisenberg, what about you?” He said as he faced palmed.

“…Ethan doesn’t want me using my powers while cooking. I think it’s stupid.” Heisenberg huffed.

“I think it’s perfectly reasonable considering ya nearly cut that poor fella’s hand off… multiple times…”

“Thank you!” Ethan hollered from the other room.

“Winters, this conversation doesn’t concern you! Stay out of it.” Heisenberg yelled back.

Caleb got up and walked to the door that went to the kitchen, before turning around.

“Since I’m the only one who knows how to fucking cook, an doesn’t threaten my partner safety while I’m at it, I’m gonna go make us some dinner. If you two think about entering the damn kitchen, so help me.”

Meanwhile:

Eileen, Ace, Henryk and Ethan playing cards against humanity well listening to the three of them Bicker.

Bonus:

“Caleb! Por favor, don’t burn the damn kitchen down.”

“Visconti. I know how not to burn a kitchen down.”

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Gascoigne:

Gascoigne: Why does your blood smell like… mold Ethan?

Ethan: Uh… you don’t wanna know trust me.

Heisenberg: I’m gonna kill you…

Caleb: Oi. Can y’all please shut the fuck up? Ace is trying to sleep.

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“Ya sister is fucking creepy!” Caleb yelled.

Karl immediately used his powers and pointed the scissors at Caleb. “Don’t talk shit about my sister, Donna! That’s my job, bitch. Only I can do that…”

“Karl Heisenberg!” Ethan yelled from the other room.

“He started it!” Heisenberg yelled back.

Ace walked into the kitchen and grabbed a drink for himself before looking at Caleb. “Deja de ser un idiota Caleb antes de que Nea te ciegue.” (Translation: Stop being a dick Caleb before I have Nea blind you.)

Carl just looked confused at Ace. Caleb sighed, “Alright…” and then just looked at Karl.

“Translation, I’mma get my ass beat if I don’t stop. Also Heisenberg?” Karl looked back at Caleb.

“Checkmate.” Caleb said, moving his piece on the board, taking the king.

“Damnit!”

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Ace: Guys. I have a baby. I’m not sure what to do with her. Who is her father?

Heisenberg: This emotionally mind broken mold man right here.

Ethan: Heisenberg. The correct term is PTSD. Also, I am not a mold man.

Caleb: Who hurt you?

Gascoigne: PTSD?

Nea: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Gascoigne: Interesting…

Eileen:

Eileen: Every single one of you needs therapy.

Nea and Ace:

Ace: I don’t know if therapy can help the mold man over there…

Ethan: Fuck you.

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And that’s all.

#resident evil village #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #dead by daylight #aceslinger #ace visconti #caleb quinn #father Gascoigne #I put Nea and Eileen in there for shits and giggles #I am sorry.

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2dmenenthusiast · 6 months

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Last Night on Earth Pt. 9

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

Woweewowwowwow Im so sorry it's been a million years since I posted! But I am back and I hope you like this chapter! Only one more after this and then I'm gonna start on the sequel!

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Warnings/other info: Gore, character death (don't worry), description of bones breaking and a lot of other gross stuff

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

In all the years you’ve been alive, you think you’ve imagined your death about six dozen times. From the days you’ve been in foster care, enlisted in the army, and then up until now, it’s always been a topic that lingered in the back of your brain. Whether it be by your own hand, or some freak accident. You think you’ve doubled those thoughts in the past twenty-four hours alone.

“Chris.”

“Would you just let me check?”

“I’m fine!”

One hand was placed on your shoulder while the other turned your head from side to side, examining the large gash along your cheek from when your mask shattered.

“We almost got blown up, and you're worried about a cut on my face?”

“Your head slammed into a pile of rocks. I’m making sure you’re responsive.”

He held up his finger and moved it in and out of your vision, and you slapped his hand away.

“I’m fine. If I start throwing up then you’ll know something’s wrong.”

You heard Chris sigh behind you as you continued forward, muttering “stubborn” under his breath. Back in the central area of the cavern, you searched through the many pockets on your vest to search for a key you picked up somewhere along the way. You were made aware that there was a room behind the tunneling shield, and it was extremely likely that was the place Lucas was. You couldn’t imagine he had anywhere else to go since you’ve scoured almost every nook and cranny of this cave. And he didn’t leave, either. No, he had no intention of running away when the both of you were still alive. He was waiting for you, and you were ready.

“Where the fuck—”

“Did you lose it?”

“No!”

There was a prolonged silence, the only sound being velcro loudly separating as you frantically searched for the key. Chris sighed loudly, and you let out an “Aha!” whilst you pulled out the small piece of metal and shoved it in his face.

“I do not lose things,” you said, placing the key above the glowing red nose of the clown.

“Uh huh.”

“I put things down in places which later elude me.”

“Oh, jesus christ.”

As soon as you turned the key, the shield began moving forward at a snail's pace, rocks crumbling around it. You briefly wondered if the cave was going to collapse around you. As soon as it stopped, you turned to Chris, and with a dramatic roll of your wrist, you gestured to the stairs leading up to the contraption.

“Age before beauty.”

You imagined he rolled his eyes at you before moving on ahead without any complaints. You followed him up the rusted, yellow steps, the metal clanging under your footfalls. With Every step, your heart sank deeper into your stomach. You were anxious for all of this to be over, the concept hardly imaginable. Evie was dead, the root of all your problems, but once Lucas was gone, you’d finally be done. There would be no more of the endless torment you had to suffer, no more of your brother’s sick smile beaming down at you as he hurt and tortured you. God, a life without him in it. How fucking peaceful would that be?

The only problem was, you had absolutely no idea of where you would go or what you would do after this was all said and done for. Most of your life has been spent fighting, and the idea of living a peaceful, stress free life almost made you cringe. It was a nice thought; working a nine to five job, coming home to silence, and curling up on the couch with a good book and a drink. It wasn’t you, though. You think you’d go insane if it was.

Would you enlist again? Shit, you don’t even know if they’d let you. You don’t think you could pass a psych eval if you tried. You could always put your mechanic skills to use, your dad certainly taught you plenty. Thinking about it all now, it was giving you a headache.

When you stepped into the tunneling shield, it was completely dark, and you wish your headgear hadn’t been ruined since night vision would certainly come in handy right about now. You’d have to trust Chris to be your eyes for the time being.

“Oh!” The sound of Lucas’s sudden voice almost made you jump. “You’re both still with us, I see. Very impressive, my friends! Let’s just see how impressive y’all really are.”

The light suddenly flickered on, and you were met with molded creatures coming at you from every direction. You covered Chris’s six while he covered yours, backs pressed together as you frantically shot at the monsters charging at you. Every time you killed one, another would appear in its place. But, they went down surprisingly easy, almost as if they were getting weaker as time went on. Maybe it was because it was Lucas creating them, rather than Eveline.

“Y’all are slowing down. Almost had you that time.” You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Just how much more of this do you think you can take?”

As soon as he was finished speaking, a couple bigger guys came stumbling through the area, smashing objects in their path, and you quickly recognized them as the same type that you and Ethan fought in the barn.

“Be careful, they spit!” you warned.

Right when you said that, a spew of vomit came at you, and you rolled out of its path. This stuff burned like acid, and you weren’t intending on reliving the painful experience. But then you remembered how you killed the one you faced last time, and quickly felt in your pants pocket.

“Chris! Get out of there!”

He watched you pull the pin with your teeth, and threw his body behind cover as you chucked the grenade between the two large monsters. Their bodies exploded like gore filled balloons, and you swallowed back the bile in your throat.

“You okay?”

Chris stood up, seemingly all right, and nodded. That was a relief.

The lights turned off, and you heard Lucas in your ear piece.

“Okay, okay! No more, alright? I don’t have nothing left.”

“That’s too bad. Now tell us where you are so we can fucking end this!” you seethed.

“Listen! I know I’ve done terrible things. Horrible things. I killed your men. I tortured them. Tortured my siblings too. And you know what? I enjoyed every second! Just like I’m gonna enjoy watching you burn!”

Red lights began pulsing and an alarm sounded, a robotic female voice informing you of the time before detonation.

“Oh, I’m really scared now!” you muttered sarcastically.

“You should be! Sounds like time’s running out! Tick tock, y’all. Tick. Tock.”

You spotted a grate in the floor, and used as much strength as you could to pull it up. It wouldn’t even budge an inch

“If you’re gonna kill us, just kill us. But for the love of god, shut the fuck up!” Chris grieved.

You chuckled to yourself and went to the next grate, wrapping your fingers firmly around the bars and pulling. When you heard the metal scrape a bit, you tugged harder.

“Come on.”

As the room began falling apart and flames licked at your feet, you finally pulled the grate up with a grunt and threw it to the side, jumping down after you urged Chris to go first. As soon as the cool cave floor met your hands and knees, a loud explosion sounded behind you, reflecting off the wet stone and heating your back like the sun. The Captain was by your side in seconds, helping you stand straight and checking you for injuries.

“You alright?”

You nodded, brushing him off. “Yeah. Let’s go before he gets away.”

Moving to step past him, you were immediately stopped in your tracks and pulled back by a firm hand on your arm. You sighed, twisting around to look at Chris.

“What?!”

Fingers gripped your jaw and turned your head to the side, the reflective shield of his helmet inching closer as he inspected you.

“Something on my face?” you asked. You were getting more frustrated by the second.

“More like lack of something.”

You shoved his hand away. “The hell are you talking about?”

You felt around your cheek, searching for what he meant, and your eyes widened. Shit. The cut on your face. It was gone.

“Chris, I—”

“How long has this been happening?”

You certainly felt on the spot now. “Uh, right before we fought Evie, I think. I, um… Well—”

“Spit it out.”

You sighed. “I technically died.”

He didn’t speak. You took that as your cue to explain.

“Well, from what Ethan told me, at least. I had this… dream. Or vision, or something. And the next thing I know, I’m waking up and all of my injuries are healed. I had a broken arm that I had reset earlier that night, and when I woke up, it was like nothing had happened to it. I know it’s strange but… I can’t explain it.”

He continued to remain silent, and it was making you nervous. You really wished you could see his face.

“Chris—”

“You need to get out of here.”

“... What?”

“Go. Go back the way we came and get the team to evac you.”

He turned away, and your lips parted in surprise. What the hell was he on about?! You followed him, not satisfied with the lack of explanation.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“You hid crucial information from me and revealed yourself to be a possible threat. You’re done with the mission.”

“A threat?!”

You stopped in your tracks, but he just kept moving forward, as if his words didn’t have any kind of effect on you. Like you were just gonna lay down and listen like an obedient dog.

“Hey! I’m fuckin’ talking to you, asshole!”

He paused, but still didn’t face you.

“The only threat I am to anyone is my shitstain brother! You think I’d hurt you? Hurt your team?”

When he spun around and got in your space with only a few long strides, it made you take a step back, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I think you don’t know what’s happening to you, and I think it’s a hazard to not only my safety, but your own. What if you turn into one of those things, huh? What if you mutate into a monster and I have to fucking kill you? Did you think about that?!”

God, you felt like you were being scolded by a teacher. Yeah, maybe you intentionally hid this from him because you knew he wouldn’t let you come. And you couldn’t risk that. You realized it was incredibly selfish, but in the moment, all semblance of safety went out the window when you realized you’d have the opportunity to hunt down Lucas. And Chris was doing a hell of a good job of making you feel guilty about it.

But, among all his ranting, a lightbulb went off above your head.

“Chris, shut up!”

He tilted his head. “Excuse me?”

Your hands came up to grip his shoulders, and you grinned.

“I got the vaccine. Remember? If the infection was that far along, I would’ve died as soon as I got it!”

You were happy about the news, but your emotions didn’t seem to be reciprocated. If anything, the information only seemed to make Chris more confused.

“Then how the hell is this possible? You must have some trace of the mutamycete in you. That’s the only way you could be regenerating so fast.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. And we’re not gonna know without me being poked and prodded in a lab, which isn’t gonna happen until after we apprehend Lucas. So could we please get this show on the road?”

Chris sighed, pointing a finger at you in a manner of finality.

“No more secrets. Understood?”

You gave him a mock salute. “Loud and clear, Captain.”

“Call me Redfield, for christ’s sake.”

“Could just call you Christopher.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

You smiled, glad to see the man wasn’t always all seriousness. Clearly, under the hard exterior, he was a decent, normal guy.

Who could punch the head off a molded with barely any effort.

As you moved forward and through another door, the setting quickly changed from jagged cave walls to smooth brick. Your coms buzzed with the voice of Veronica, (Chris finally mentioned her name after you referred to her as “the lady with the pretty voice” too many times for his liking.) letting you know that Lucas sent out an email stating your deaths and the end of whatever deal he was involved in. You all surmised it was The Connections, but nothing was certain yet. What you were sure of, though, was that Lucas was a fucking idiot for thinking after all this time, he could kill you in such a shitty way.

Fire? Really? A beheading would’ve been way cooler.

It didn’t take long before the brick transitioned into smooth, painted stone, the cold atmosphere of the hallway you stepped into sending a shiver up your spine. Questions about what this place was and how it was built swirled in your mind. It was like an underground research facility, and the more you searched, you knew that’s exactly what it was. It was so clean it almost made you uncomfortable, and you could feel that something truly awful happened down here. You wouldn’t have such an eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach if something didn’t.

Wandering down the pristine hallway, you stepped into a lab with your gun raised and quickly noticed a couple high regen molded through the glass pane on the other side of the room. You carefully examined an abandoned piece of paper next to a bright computer, and noted that this was where Lucas did his research for The Connections. Searching through the device, you found a note he had written for himself, talking about how he killed all the researchers with the molded and had to hold in his laughs while he watched them die. The sick fuck. He also mentioned potential buyers of the E Series, and you pointed it out to Chris. He talked quietly into his earpiece while you took a shuddered breath.

Shit. How long has he been up to this?

When Chris led you into the contained room, you both swiftly took out the creatures, and noticed the trails and splatters of blood on the otherwise pristine padded walls. You didn’t know what kind of experiments they were doing here, and you didn’t want to know. The possibilities made you sick.

“He’s not in here. Let’s move.”

You held up a hand, wordlessly telling Chris to just wait a second, and picked up a photo next to a set of dolls. It was Mia holding Eveline’s hand. You felt your heart plummet.

“She’s been working with them…”

“Who?”

You spun around and thrusted the photo towards him.

“Mia! She— Fuck, I wanted to give her the bennefit of the doubt, but this? This is fucking sick!”

You dropped the photo and took a closer look at the dolls. They must’ve represented the two. You felt your skin crawl.

“They conditioned Evie to see Mia as a mother figure so she wouldn’t act out as long as she was with her. If Mia kept up with the charade, Eveline’s emotions would remain stable. Shit, and Ethan doesn’t even know! He doesn’t know his wife is a goddamn liar and working with terrorists!”

“Hey,” Chris placed a hand on your arm, trying to get you to come down from your quickly rising anger. “I know it’s a lot to take in right now, but we have to focus. I need you to keep your head on straight for me, alright?”

You gulped and nodded, taking a deep breath to do as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that earlier you felt some semblance of empathy for the woman, when she was involved in all of this from the beginning. Maybe you didn’t have all of the information, but the current evidence was certainly painting a clear picture for you. And it wasn’t a very pretty one.

You brushed past the man without another word, jaw clenched and lips set in a frown. It was nice to have clarity about certain things, but if you were honest, you were fucking tired of discovering the new atrocities your brother and whoever these “Connection” assholes were committed. It seemed never-ending, like one or ten awful acts weren’t enough. You had stared evil in the face, taken the lives of dangerous terrorists. But nothing compared to the evil that resided in your brother. And you often wondered how he ended up this way. Because your parents were nothing but loving, and you couldn’t remember anything particularly bad happening to Lucas when you started living with them. So, the only conclusion you could make was that he was just born that way. And your parents, as loving and attentive as they were, never saw it. Or, they just pretended not to.

Moving down the corridor, your breath hitched when you spotted the back of Lucas’s grey hoodie on the other side of a glass window. He was hunched over a laptop, furiously typing as he didn’t seem to notice you yet. You experimentally pushed against the mechanical door to the room and met resistance.

“The power must be out. Try to find a switch or something, I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Chris nodded and stepped into the next room branching off the hallway while you watched Lucas intently. You could safely make the assumption that he was emailing his business partners and wanting to part ways. You imagined that was easier said than done.

The power suddenly flickered, and Lucas’s head shot up when the lights in the room turned on. When he finally turned, it was like he saw a ghost. He stumbled back into the desk just as Chris came back into the hall, and with a smile, you pressed your middle finger to the glass.

“I got you now, fucker!”

He took off running in a split second, and you didn’t hesitate to go after him, slamming your shoulder into the door as Chris yelled your name. Your boots squeaked against the waxed floor, and Lucas wheeled a gurney in your path amidst his frantic escape. Using your momentum, your hand balanced on the gurney to help you clear the jump over it, maintaining your speed.

“Shit, shit!”

“You got nowhere to run, Lucas!”

He burst through the door at the end of the hallway, but as quickly as you followed him through it, he had disappeared. You raised your rifle, searching the vast room when Chris caught up to you.

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know. I lost him somehow.”

It was then that his voice spoke through your ear piece.

“How the hell are y’all still alive? You should be dead!”

“We got your emails. We know you’re funneling info to someone.”

Lucas growled. “That’s none of your god-damned business, Chris! A lot of people wanna know about our little Evie. A lot of people.”

“She was a little girl, asshole,” you seethed.

“Do your friends, The Connections know about this? They don’t seem like the forgiving type.”

“That’s my business. You let me worry about them.”

“Won’t have to worry much when you’re dead, then.”

With a scream, Lucas appeared from the shadows like a bat out of hell, swinging a knife at Chris and tackling him to the ground. You ran up to his side and kicked your boot against his shoulder to knock him off, and as he went to raise himself up, Chris put a bullet in his leg while you put one right in his chest.

Of course, it was wishful thinking that that would be enough to kill him.

He writhed on the ground, muttering to himself. “I can’t— I don’t… No, I don’t believe it.”

You firmly placed your boot on his chest and aimed your gun in his face. “It’s over, Lucas. You’re finished.”

He struggled out a laugh. “Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you.” You shouldn’t have been surprised, but you couldn’t help the gasp that left you when his features began morphing and his body started melting into black mold. Veronica mentioned something about the infection, but you were too distracted by the current horror show to pay attention.

“Oooh boy! So this is what it feels like.” His voice was deep. Distorted. “I’ve got somethin’ for you, now. You’re fuckin’ screwed!”

There was a firm hand on your arm pulling you back, and you watched as your brother’s body turned into a puddle of black ooze and began creeping up the wall.

“What in the seven shades of fuck…”

The goo settled on the ceiling before it began to produce yellow spores, forming a sac-like structure that began to pulse and leak a viscous, yellowish liquid. From the way you’ve seen your other family members transform, you quickly learned that no evolution from this virus was the same. And Lucas’s definitely seemed to be the most evolved out of all of them.

“So uh… any advice on how we should handle this?” you asked.

Chris reloaded his rifle, making sure the magazine was firmly locked into the gun. “Yeah. Fight like hell.”

Well, you could’ve guessed that.

The sac pulsed violently before splitting right down the middle as Lucas fell out of it. But, he wasn’t Lucas anymore. No, this thing was three times Chris’s size and had sharp points jutting out of its body. It had three morphed faces and pointed teeth. It was a fucking monster. So, yeah. Maybe it was the real Lucas.

“You had to come in here and mess everything up, didn’t you?!” he said.

He swung a long, deformed arm your way and you narrowly dodged it, the heavy mass on the end of it forming a crater where you once stood. His eyes were red and full of fury. But, they weren’t focused on Chris. They were focused on you.

Shitshitshitshitshit!

Chris yelled at you to run, but as soon as you turned to do so, Lucas leapt from his spot and landed right in your path, the ground shaking from the force. You had to strain your neck to look up at his face(s), and god, was it a gruesome sight. You took a slow step back, trying to distance yourself, but you were afraid any sudden movement would make him lash out.

As if you weren’t already trying to kill each other.

“You! Always gettin’ in the damn way of everything!” His claws pierced the cement floor digging up a hunk of rock and holding it over his head. “Folks should’ve sent you back where you came from!”

The rock was sent flying down at you, but another hard force rammed into your side and pushed you to the ground out of harm’s way. Still, Chris’s body slamming into yours nearly knocked the breath out of you.

“Fuck!”

“You okay?”

You nodded, pushing yourself off the ground as he stood up. You were more than okay, because now you were fucking pissed. Over ten years living with this asshole and his only motivation for hating you was petty jealousy? What a fucking crybaby.

Aiming your rifle, a stream of bullets pierced his thick head, and he turned to you with a scream.

“Come on, fucker! You wanna kill me so bad? Then fucking do it!”

He roared, the sound guttural and rough, and moved to swipe a large, clawed hand at you. As quickly as he lashed out, though, he brought his hand back up to his face before it could touch you, shielding it from Chris’s assault. You used the momentary distraction to aim at the glowing, orange mass on his chest, and noted how it caused him more pain. But then he was jumping away from you and screaming about his head, and his ribs and chest opened with a sickening crack to release spores, filling the room with contaminated air.

When he looked down at you, there was a deranged expression on his face. But, when he saw your maskless face and noticed you had no reaction to the spores, his expression dropped.

“What?! Impossible!”

You grinned, and just for kicks, took a deep breath of the air. You then beat your fist against your chest and held out your arms.

“Come on! Hurt me! You wanna see what happens?!”

Your taunting clearly had some effect, because he was charging at you in the next moment, hand closing around your middle and dangling you above the ground. Chris called out for you, and judging by the tremor in his voice, you knew he was scared for you. Maybe even more scared than yourself. But, you’ve stared death in the face, faced more terrifying foes that Lucas wished he was half as brilliant and despicable as. So what reason was there to be afraid?

When he slammed your body into the concrete, the air forced itself out of your lungs as your skull slammed back into the floor and rattled your brain. His grip was so tight he began to crush your ribs whilst blood gurgled in your throat, and Chris’s cries fell on deaf ears as Lucas flung you to the side.

You rolled across the ground and didn’t stop until you hit the wall. The sound of the captain’s rushing footsteps became louder as he came to your side and shielded you with his body, keeping his gun trained on Lucas. Your brother snarled and said something, but you couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears.

It fucking hurt like hell, searing pain shooting throughout your body as you lifted yourself onto your hands and knees. But as quick as the pain came, it began fading, leaving your insides warm and tingling. Your ribs cracked back into place, the pressure lessening on your lungs and allowing you to take a breath. Despite a mild headache, you felt perfectly fine. Like all you got was a small bump on the head. The ridiculousness of it all made you giggle.

The sound of gradually rising laughter caught their attention, taking a brief pause from killing each other to look at you. When you raised up on your feet, Chris took a step back as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You should be dead. He watched Lucas crush you like you were a fucking beer can. Yet, here you were, standing on your feet with blood dripping down your face and laughing.

You licked the blood off your teeth and spat it on the floor.

“Is that the best you can do?”

You were rushing forward in an instant, faster than Chris could stop you, and slipped your knife out of its sheath. Lucas went to take another swing at you, but you dropped to your knees and slid between his legs, slicing your knife at his ankle. He cried out and collapsed onto one knee, and you quickly shot up on your feet to jump up on his shoulders.

“Chris!”

The man was alert, waiting for your instruction whilst you shoved your blade into one of Lucas’s eyes over and over again. He screamed, hand coming up to claw at your thigh, but you grit your teeth through the pain and didn’t let up, locking your legs around his neck.

“His chest! Shoot it!”

He didn’t waste any time, sending a barrage of bullets into Lucas’s glowing chest, the orange pustules spurting disgusting liquid onto the ground.

“No! NO!”

With a cry, you lodged your knife deep into his skull, the blade sinking in with a sickening squelch, before untangling your legs from his neck and kicking off his shoulders. You landed— albeit ungracefully— on your feet, and watched as Lucas writhed before collapsing on his back. His skin undulated and whatever disgusting substance he had flowing inside him bubbled to the surface. His ragged breaths were loud, and he almost sounded like he was in pain.

Good.

Your boots stomped against the ground and paused beside him, rifle aimed at his head with a snarl on your lips. His eyes shifted back and forth, and you saw no semblance of the boy you used to know behind them. All you saw was a fucking monster.

“Game over, asshole.”

The single shot that rang out was loud and echoed off the barren walls, his head exploding to viscera at your feet.

He was dead.

And you felt nothing.

You pictured this moment over a thousand times. You imagined there would be this massive weight lifted off your shoulders, and you could live your life knowing you and Zoe were finally safe. But you felt absolutely nothing.

Your gun clattered to the ground, and a rough cry clawed its way out of your lungs. You felt like you were suffocating, desperately clawing at the straps of your vest because god dammit get this fucking thing off of me!

Chris made his presence known, quietly reassuring you and helping you with your vest. The second it was loose, you tore it off your body and took a deep breath, back hunched with your hands on your knees.

“Fuck! Fuck.”

“Hey. He’s dead. You’re okay.”

Your breathing began to slow after a while, and you slowly straightened up to look at the man next to you. He had taken his mask off at some point, and you swore you almost forgot what he looked like. It was refreshing to see a friendly face, rather than the black reflective glass you had been forced to look at for the past however long.

But now, he looked less intimidating than when you first met him. His features were still well weathered and stern, but his eyes were… softer. The crease between his brows lessened just a small bit.

“I’m okay.”

He nodded, lips quirked up in a small smile. “You’re okay.”

“Chris!” Veronica yelled, and you swore you jumped at least three feet in the air.

“Jesus fucking christ!”

“The data transfer’s almost complete!”

You both rushed over to the computer, the progress bar on the monitor almost full.

“How do I stop it?”

“You need to find a way to shut down the server. There may be some transformer relays you can—”

Anything else she wanted to say was cut off when Chris shot at the transformers right next to the monitor, effectively stopping the email from sending.

“Well, that was effective,” you said.

“Yeah. Gonna be some pissed off computer techs here, but—”

“Whatever. What’s the Sitrep?”

“The facility is clear. Even the newer breeds have been neutralized.”

Chris smiled, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Then we’re getting outta here.”

You returned the gesture, but gasped when you remembered something.

“My sister! Veronica, is she—?”

“She got life flighted to a secure facility where she’s being taken care of, along with Ethan and Mia. Your uncle is with her.”

A puzzled expression took over your features. “Uncle Joe? Damn, can’t remember the last time I saw him.”

“Well then, let’s go. Have a big family reunion.”

You chuckled, following Chris out of the facility. “You gonna join us?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss it.”

#Ethan winters x reader #resident evil #resident evil biohazard #resident evil 7 #ethan winters #chris redfield #re7

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lovealexhunt · 2 years

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And so Dani cries over HWU has ended (but will it ever really?). *sigh* I will always adore the app and the love of writing I developed because of Thomas Hunt. I know I don't need the app to keep Thomas alive, but it was nice knowing it was there if I ever wanted it. (Clearly I wrote this when I actually thought the app was leaving 🤷‍♀️)

I can't thank those of you who support Thomas and Alex's story enough. I love all the pairings I write for, but these two will always have a special place in my heart. I honestly believe writing for them saved my life, and for that I will always be grateful to them and to you for keeping up with their story and their adventures. I hope to keep writing them whether in the HWU universe or RCD or even another AU I've yet to explore.

Thank you again to everyone who has ever read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on my work! Special shoutouts to @lilyoffandoms and @trappedinfandoms for being with me since basically day one! And @theicestarme @peonyblossom and @quixoticdreamer16 for joining me more recently, but always being the most lovely and supportive especially during this Farewell week. The kind words and lovely thoughts you five have left on the things I've posted have truly meant the world to me. I am forever grateful to you!

Complete masterlist below the cut. I'm still waiting on one art piece and a few fics I still hope to complete.

#01: Kiss the Cook by @bayleedrawsx

#02: You're my Weakness by @rpbys

#03: The One I Want by @hydn-jpg

#04: Being Together by @vantaray

#05: Worth the Risk by @gokushairgel

#06: Free by @/artsy_elii (Instagram)

#07: Moving in Together by @/seirachannn (Instagram)

#08: A Night to Remember by @/irdeinfierno (Instagram)

#09: My Forever by @/artbyainna (Instagram)

#10: And That's a Wrap by @/sherry_artwo (Instagram)

#11: Not Goodbye (gift) from @hydn-jpg

#12: Trapped by @/mm1kaa_ (Instagram)

[All HWU appreciation week Art in one post]

Stories are listed chronologically

Trapped (Hunt's Journal): Hunt reflects on his night being trapped in the studio with Alex.

My Weakness (Hunt's Journal): Following the events of the Date Auction in which Hunt was punched by and then punched a drunk idiot to defend Alex and confessed his weakness to her, he goes home and journals about the events.

The One I Want: After confessing to Alex she’s the one he wants at his dinner party, their moment together lingers a little longer.

Being Together: Hunt and Alex are taking the ferry to Catalina Island for their first official date.

Forbidden Romance: Hunt can’t stop himself from critique films, even on a date.

Worth the Risk: At the drive in, Hunt and Alex await the movie’s start.

Moving In Together: Following Rachel’s wedding, Hunt asks Alex to move in with him. Now, comes the unpacking.

A Night to Remember: While moving in to his their house, Alex finds a small curious box with something familiar.

My Forever (Hunt's Journal) : What started out as a simple gift from the flea market changed everything. (engagement)

Kiss the Cook: After moving in, Alex and Hunt make dinner together.

Harrison Byrd (HWU)

Autumn Brooks (HSS visiting HWU)

Ethan Blake (HWU)

Addison Sinclair (HWU)

Julian Castillo (HSS visiting HWU)

Chris Winters (HWU)

Lisa Mermaid Valentine (HWU)

Thomas Hunt (quote by Thomas Hunt!) (HWU)

Peyton Saunders (HSS visiting HWU)

Holly Chang (HWU)

Videos:

Amour Hunt Date Quest Videos

Hollywood U assorted Videos

Custom Hunt Funkos

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #2

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #3

Throwback Fics:

A Choice/Free: Bianca is using Hunt’s relationship with Alex (a student) to blackmail him into being a positive character reference at her probation hearing.

Love Among The Stars: Addison has a story to tell and a special gift for the happy couple. Is it true love? (A Hollywood U legend/story plays an important role in this RCD au wedding fic.) *The Quest this fic is based on is one of my favorites and I really love this story. I hope you do as well!

Love & Scotch: dx: Beards: Alex and Hunt are planning their wedding and waiting on one more RSVP, a certain doctor who has just returned from the Amazon.

Screenshots/Memories:

Alex ruining Hunt’s plans to remain a bachelor for life

Hunt admits Alex is the one he wants

Thomas Hunt outfit assets

Hunt plays Choices

Reward: Thomas Hunt (aka the best reward)

Alex tripping on purpose so Hunt would catch her aka idiots in love

Thomas and Alex in Couples Corner gifs and other gifs and screenshots

Thomas and Alex workshopping gifs

Again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! 🥺🥺🥺

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precambrian-sea-pancake · 1 year

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(Addition to a recent post)

So, essentially their friends and family would at least know something bad happened to Ethan in Dulvey due to a newspaper article being published about it, saying it was a gas leak, and that it was unacceptable to the public. Same stuff was in the incident report.

It lists Zoe was deceased but she’s trying to learn more and get to the truth. Ethan was directly listened in the newspaper article as a survivor, and it mentions “his wife”

So, both their families would be able to tell something bad happened to them. As well as the fact that it probably had something to do with his missing wife since she was listed as well.

I also just highly recommend reading the Baker Incident Report in general, it’s pretty interesting and we love any Zoe content we can get, and it has extra info on The Connections. It even involves interviews from both the Winters and well as two letters, one involving Mia and one involving Chris. They seemed to work together to contact her and warn her about the BSAA.

Anyways, as in the dark as their friends and family are, they know the coverup story and that would make them suspicious as fuck.

Typical Resident Evil shit. I bet conspiracy theorists are having an absolute blast in this world…just saying.

#resident evil #ethan winters #mia winters #zoe baker #I’m in such a Zoe mood rn aaa #I’m currently working on a one-shot about her and I wanna draw her too #please let her cameo in RE9 that’s all I ask of thee #i love her so much

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ghostsbeetle · 1 year

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Introduction post

Hey guys, I’m Nick, or you can call me Beetle.

I’m 19 years old, male, and gay.

I’m a mediocre writer (at best) and am trying to write more, as I have recently found my skills to be a bit lacking in terms of things like interactions.

So send me requests (when the ask box is open).

Here are some fandoms I’ll write for:

Resident Evil (mainly)

Red Dead Redemption

Slashers

Dead By Daylight

Fallout

Inside Job

Silent Hill

I have more but that’s all I feel like adding rn lol

Characters I particularly like writing about are:

RE: Albert Wesker, Leon Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Rebecca Chambers, Jill Valentine, Nemesis/Tyrant/Mr. X, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Jack Krauser

RDR: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Lenny Summers, Sean Macguire, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Josiah Trelawny, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Kieran Duffy, Hosea Matthews

Slashers: Michael Myers, Ghostface, Harry Warden, Jason Voorhes, Leatherface, Patrick Bateman

Fallout: John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Craig Boone, Robert Joseph MacCready, Sturges, Arcade Gannon, Paladin Danse, Deacon, Butch Deloria, Courier Six

Inside Job: Brett Hand, Andre Lee, Reagan Ridley, Gigi, Ron Staetdler

Silent Hill: James Sunderland, Pyramid Head

Of course, I’ll write just about any character from those franchises within my limits.

I do request that submissions for one shots/fanfics are particularly detailed; for example, if you say Leon Kennedy, do tell if you mean re2, re4, re6, Infinite Darkness, or Vendetta, the setting, a specific type (plagas!, umbrella!, soft!), gender neutral, fem, male, and the premise. Head-canon asks don’t need to be AS detailed as I’ll use a general summary of that character’s personality to write for it, but I would appreciate a small description.

I will write anything from fluff, to angst, to smut. I'll also do my best to write characters that I'm not familiar with. I WILL NOT write fetish content, proships, non-consensual stuff, real people, abuse, or beastiality. Basically don’t be a weirdo.

That’s about all. I’m in the process of writing two one shots right now so if you can, do leave a request! It would give me much motivation. Love you all <3

#resident evil #red dead redemption #dead by daylight #fallout #inside job #requests open #writing #silent hill

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hassedah · 1 year

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Hi hassedah, how are you? I wanted to request winter/hollidays hcs for the vampires ⛄️ (please don’t feel pressured to post it on time though!) I also requested the halloween hcs and I wanted to tell you, they were so great, I loved them! You are always so creative with your ideas, and you have a good grasp on the characters, I admire that. Have a nice december and coming new year 🌟

The boys rent a chalet for a holiday in the mountains :

⛄️ Hi! I’m fine, thank you ^^ I hope you are well too! ⛄️

I'm glad you liked the headcanons on Halloween. I like to write these kinds of headcanons because I really like to make the boys interact with each other. They seem to get along and like each other a lot despite their different characters.

As I received several requests that were on the same theme, I split them into several parts. There is the one on how boys keep busy in winter: Headcanons of the boys in the Winter. And the one about the boys celebrating Christmas: How do boys celebrate christmas? For this one, I decided to look at the idea of boys renting a chalet in the mountains for a holiday in a different setting from the manor house.

I'm really glad you like my headcanons. I hope you like this one too. I also hope you had a good December and I wish you a happy new year 🌟

Have a nice day and take care of yourself! ^^

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Ivan wanted to have some fun, Ethan was bored to death for the first time in years, there was not a single inch of snow around the manor. It was a disaster for the two youngest, but a blessing for Raphael and Vladimir. However, it didn't last long and Ethan started to complain that he would have really liked some snow this year, he was helped in his task by Ivan who didn't miss an opportunity to remind that there was a beautiful ski resort a few kilometres from the manor in the mountains. Finally, they managed to make Aaron and Beliath give in in just a few nights. Then, it was Raphael who gave in a little later in the face of their incessant complaints. The hardest part was convincing Vladimir, at first he hoped to be able to stick to a simple "No, it will surely snow next year, there's no need to go so far away" but that failed miserably. Beliath started to tell him that he would also appreciate to go to a chalet just like Aaron. And finally, even Raphael told him that it would be "nice, to give in, once, to please them. And it will please Ivan and Ethan." So Vladimir gave in. He had only one condition, one room for each person, a secluded place and, above all, a fireplace in his room (admittedly, that's three, but nobody pointed it out to him). They packed their bags to go to the mountains for a week, with a programme of skiing, hiking in the mountains, films and board games.

Vladimir :

The first challenge for Vladimir was to get into the car. Admittedly he had only been in a car twice before and that was many years ago. The main thing he knows about this mode of transport is the accidents that can happen, which Ethan and Ivan sometimes discuss. They had taken two cars for the occasion. Ethan was driving the first one and Ivan the second. He got into Ivan's car, but he started to worry as soon as the car started to move. To make matters worse, there was Raphael next to him and they almost immediately started discussing all the car accidents they had heard about. It wasn't voluntary on their part but one anxiety leading to another, they quickly started to panic. Ivan ended up stopping at a highway rest stop because the two old vampires were close to giving him a panic attack. After that, they changed cars, Vladimir stayed with Ivan but Aaron replaced Raphael. Aaron's few murderous glances every time Vladimir tried to make a comment about Ivan's driving managed to shut him up the rest of the way.

The day after their arrival, Ethan proposed to everyone to go skiing. At first, Vladimir refused completely. He doesn't know how to ski, it's cold outside, plus there's too much snow, what if someone gets hurt skiing? But Aaron told him that this was a perfect opportunity to learn and that he wasn't going to spend the week in the chalet with the moon covered anyway. Finally, he was forced to give in and went out with them. As a result, he could not stand for more than a few minutes without falling. He already felt ridiculous in his ski suit, but then, after constantly falling down, he thought he would simply die of embarrassment. However, Ethan did not make fun of him. After that, he didn't want to ski again all week he preferred to stay warm in front of the fireplace with Raphaël while the others went skiing.

To pass the time, one night it was snowing too much to go out. Ivan suggested that the others play a game of Monopoly, and everyone agreed. As soon as the game started, Vladimir used his very good knowledge of mathematics and statistics and bought all the red and orange cards before placing houses on them. It didn't take him long to get rich on the backs of others with barely concealed satisfaction. He saw that Raphael was stealing money from the bank but he didn't tell anyone, because Raphael, unlike Ethan, had the right to steal money from the bank. He also did not charge for the times Raphael fell on his cards, but he did charge Beliath double to compensate.

The next evening, the snowstorm was still not over, much to the delight of Vladimir who had decided to spend the evening with a good book in front of the fireplace. It was a total failure because it was at this moment that Beliath chose to propose a Christmas film evening. At first Vladimir protested strongly, suggesting that Beliath should do something intellectual rather than "sit in front of the TV and watch nonsense". Finally, he was forced to give in when Raphael said that he too would like to watch romantic Christmas films. He had no desire to upset Raphael. So he spent the evening sighing quietly and rolling his eyes.

The next day, It was time for a hike in the forest, but Raphael and Vladimir had no desire to walk in the cold. To accommodate everyone the group split in two, Vladimir, Aaron and Raphael went for a dog sled ride while Beliath, Ivan and Ethan went for a mountain hike. Vladimir sat in the warmth of the sled under several piles of blankets right next to Raphael while Aaron guided the sled. He spent most of the night chatting with Raphael and describing the scenery to him, In the end, even though he was a little cold, he found it very fun. With all the people at the manor, it's now pretty rare, that he gets to spend some time alone with Aaron and Raphael.

On the last night, Beliath proposed an outing to the hot springs in the mountains. Not to change things, Vladimir at first refused, with the car journey to make the next day he wanted to be able to rest, but finally and after Raphael insisted he ended up going with them. He can't say he regretted going with the others. The warm water was very pleasant and with Ethan and Ivan too busy trying to drown the other, he was able to chat with the incubus without being disturbed.

He was happy to finally get back to the manor to resume his daily routine and the drive home went much better than the drive out, this is because the week had been tiring for him and he fell asleep in the car after only a few minutes of travel.

Béliath :

He was not at all confident about leaving Ivan alone with Vladimir and Raphael. Beliath knows his two friends well enough to know that they tend to feed each other's anxieties. He talked to Ethan and Aaron about it of course, but they both thought the incubus was exaggerating. It didn't take long, however, for events to prove him right. Ethan couldn't help but criticize this, but he didn't wonder if there was a problem. For him it was only Ivan who couldn't drive. The mood changed when Ivan turned towards the motorway service area. After a half-hour break during which Beliath tried to reassure the aristocrats that he was in no danger in the car, Ethan proposed to separate them so that they could finally get on the road. Raphael got in with him and Ethan while Aaron joined Vladimir and Ivan. It hadn't been the most pleasant of times in the first few minutes, Raphael was still ranting about car accidents to such an extent that Beliath was ready to ask Ethan to stop at the next motorway service area to return with Raphael and Vladimir to the manor. After all, he couldn't let them continue to worry like this, the outing was supposed to be fun, not an ordeal! But he didn't need to because Ethan ended up threatening Raphael with locking him in the trunk if he kept complaining, it worked Raphael didn't say anything more.

Skiing is not his favourite pastime, but he came here mainly to please Ethan and Ivan so he immediately agreed when the doctor suggested they go skiing on their first night at the chalet. Although Vladimir's first attempts at standing on a ski were quite amusing to watch, he soon tired of the aristocrat's performance and went skiing on more difficult slopes with Ivan and Ethan. It was quite fun. even though he clearly didn't have the level of the two younger ones. Ethan and Ivan spent their night speeding brush the trees at high speed, which made him break out in a cold sweat by the way. Aaron would have gutted him if he'd come home with one of the two youngest injured.

The next day, the snow prevented them all from going outside, so Ivan suggested playing Monopoly. Beliath was able to buy the most expensive card at the beginning of the game, but everyone knows that hardly anyone falls on that card. However, apart from when he fell on Vladimir's cards, he didn't lose much money during the game as he spent most of it falling and falling again and again on the prison box. He stood up for Ethan when Aaron accused him of cheating, which led to a bit more arguing, and he followed Ethan when he decided to sulk to try to convince him to come back and play with them. In the end, he came third.

The storm continued throughout the following night and it was decided that it was safer to stay indoors. Beliath suggested a Christmas movie night to combat the boredom without risking another argument like the Monopoly game the night before. Ethan didn't really agree with him on the choice of films and would have much preferred to watch Lord of the Rings or Star Wars, which Raphael didn't want to watch at all, and neither did Vladimir. So Beliath chose a romantic Christmas movie and even made popcorn and hot chocolate to watch while trying to put Ethan in a good mood when he decided to sulk again.

When he heard that Vladimir and Raphael wanted to go dog sledding, he was immediately concerned, more for Vladimir than Raphael, the aristocrat would be able to get lost in his own room after all. But when Aaron assured him that he was going with them, he calmed down and went hiking in the forest with Ethan and Ivan. He didn't think he'd have as much fun with them, especially since he was a little afraid he'd have to constantly quell any arguments that might have broken out, but in the end, it was a very enjoyable time. Ivan and Ethan hardly argued at all. They even chatted calmly together. Seriously, if just going on holiday to a mountain chalet makes the two youngest get along better, Beliath is willing to go every year.

Even if the hike in the forest was pleasant, Beliath found it rather tiring, which is why he proposed a trip to the hot springs on the mountain the day before their departure. He had to fight a bit to convince Vladimir and Ethan to accept but he finally succeeded. The night was very pleasant, he was able to chat with Vladimir while watching Ethan and Ivan fight in the water. He even ended up keeping score to see which of the two managed to put the other underwater more often.

He would have liked to drive for the return journey but Ethan retorted that he would hand him the wheel of a car the day he froze in hell... It was a pretty clear no and he didn't insist any longer. He also tried to include Raphael in the discussion between him and Ethan, but the oldest still seemed offended by Ethan's threat at the beginning of the week and didn't say a word throughout the trip.

Ivan :

The beginning of the car journey was hell. It was the first time in his life that Ivan seriously considered gagging Raphael and Vladimir before locking them in the boot of the car. At only 50km/h, Vladimir and Raphael were already asking him to slow down. And yet, he drives well! He got his licence with the highest mark, he pays attention to the speed limit and right of way, he never even had an accident, and he even drove carefully enough that his brothers and sisters let him take their nieces and nephews for a drive without fear! In the end, after half an hour of driving, he finally stopped at a motorway service area, shaking and on the verge of a panic attack. He was forced to put his head between his knees to calm himself down and would certainly have ended up punching one of the older guys if Aaron hadn't come over and asked him what was wrong. It was Ethan who suggested the idea of separating them and he never agreed with him more. Aaron got into his car in Raphael's place and the rest of the drive was a relief as he was so quiet.

His parents had been holidaying in a chalet in the mountains every year since he was a child, so he skied very well. At the beginning of the evening, he tried to explain to Vladimir how to stand on skis, but he finally gave up when he saw how catastrophic his sense of balance was. After that, Ivan joined Ethan and Beliath for some speed runs, mostly against Ethan, under the wary eye of Beliath who was always afraid that one of them would break his neck against a tree. He followed Ethan on the most difficult tracks without the slightest difficulty without daring to be as reckless as him, the doctor almost broke his neck several times, Ivan finally always came second and he is satisfied with that he would never have taken as much risk as Ethan to come first.

The Monopoly game had started well. He had bought a few cards and a train station and was anticipating his next purchases with care. That is, until he started to draw only the wrong "Chances" cards, he had speeding fines, school fees, house and hotel repairs, bills. At the end of the game, he was forced to sell his properties to pay for the costs of each new "luck" card and because of this he came fifth and would have come last if Ethan hadn't abandoned the game of Monopoly to go sulking.

Frankly, he would have preferred anything else rather than yet another poorly acted Christmas film with an insipid and grotesque plot. Everyone knows that Kate, who hates Christmas parties, is going to fall in love with the poor and unfortunate single father and that the adorable little girl, nobody knows why, is going to start meddling in her father's affairs with "Daddy, you're in love, she's the woman of your life!" and blah and blah and blah... In short, a boring evening in prospect for Ivan. Only Raphael and Beliath could appreciate this kind of story... He started to criticize the film after the fifth minute, whispering most of his mockery to Ethan. Sometimes Vladimir must have heard them because he saw him smiling at some of his comments out of the corner of his eye.

He went hiking in the mountains with Ethan and Beliath, at first he was a little afraid that the other two would spend the evening bothering him but the idea of being stuck with the other three didn't seem any more pleasant. In the end and to his great surprise, he had a good time. Ethan didn't bother him once. They even ended up having a snowball fight between the trees.

If the hot springs had been full of people, he probably wouldn't have been able to have as much fun, but that's the not insignificant advantage of being a vampire and being able to easily get into places closed to the public at night. He also didn't have to worry about the noise he could make while bickering with Ethan. So they spent the whole night luring each other underwater. Sometimes Aaron and Raphael reminded them to be careful not to knock each other against the edges, but they didn't really listen to them.

The return journey went much better than the outward journey. It must be said that Vladimir fell asleep in the car quickly, which allowed him to talk to Aaron without being interrupted every two minutes by an old vampire who was worried about his fast driving, the resistance of the brakes, the presence of the airbags, and who didn't ask him twenty times if the belts were really that safe.

Aaron :

He left the steering wheel to Ivan and got into Ethan's car because Raphael and Vladimir wanted to talk together and Beliath wanted to stay with Ethan. He knew that Vladimir and Raphael were naturally very anxious, but it was only an hour's drive and having been in the car with Ivan several times, he knew that the younger man drove very well, unlike Ethan who tended to act stupid on the road whenever he was bored. He became interested in what Ivan's car was doing in front of them when Beliath pointed out that there was a problem. When they pulled into the motorway service area, he wasn't going to lie he was a little disappointed, he'd only been out of the manor for half an hour and he found it a little hard to understand how Vladimir and Raphael had been able to put Ivan in such a state of anxiety in such a short time. He immediately accepted Ethan's idea of separating them for the rest of the journey and got into the car with Vladimir and Ivan. The atmosphere was not as relaxed as it had been with Beliath and Ethan and he had to give Vladimir a few angry looks to make him shut up.

Of course, he would have preferred to actually ski with Ethan, Ivan and Beliath. But after insisting so much that Vladimir accompany them, he couldn't see himself leaving him alone with Raphael. He tried not to get too excited about seeing the vampire fall and fall back into the snow every time he tried to make the slightest move. I mean, if Raphael hadn't been there he'd probably have gotten mad and yelled at the aristocrat to go back to the chalet if he couldn't stand up. He was only able to go skiing alone towards the end of the night when, after yet another fall, Vladimir preferred to return with Raphaël.

He is always the one in charge of watching the bank when they are all playing Monopoly. There are several note thieves in their group, one of whom he never manages to catch red-handed, and it's very difficult to accuse Raphael when he's giving you the most innocent smile he has in stock, plus Vladimir always comes to his defence... Ethan on the other hand, well, Ethan doesn't have any innocent looks to throw in his face and he doesn't really feel any qualms about arguing with Beliath.

He wasn't very motivated by a Christmas movie night, but he was even less motivated by the idea of going to the mountains to find Ivan and Ethan in the middle of a snowstorm. So he quickly accepted Beliath's idea. He was forced several times to ask Ethan and Ivan to stop whispering to each other, but Vladimir kept telling him to let them talk to each other if he wanted. He didn't really enjoy the evening, all the misunderstandings in Christmas films make him uncomfortable and he would really like to understand one day what Raphael and Beliath could find romantic about it.

Initially, he wanted to go hiking in the forest with Ivan, Beliath and Ethan, but the idea of leaving Raphael and Vladimir to sled dog alone was far too frightening. So he agreed to guide the sled for Raphael and Vladimir, mostly out of fear that the two aristocrats would end up getting lost in the forest. Even though the two of them talked a lot with each other, he didn't really mind, it's quite rare to have Vladimir talkative and especially not complain. Moreover, both of them looked happy and Aaron didn't ask for more to have a good evening.

He very rarely goes to hot springs, but after a whole week in the cold, he didn't refuse the incubus' proposal. And in the end, he didn't regret it at all, he spent most of the night talking with Raphael while laughing at the fight between Ethan and Ivan. He participated once or twice, but given his natural strength, he had no difficulty in sinking them both at the same time. In the end, Ethan and Ivan tried to gang up on him but they never managed to keep him underwater for more than a few seconds.

The return journey was much quieter than the first. Vladimir quickly fell asleep in the car and he was able to discuss with Ivan what he had done this week. The fact that the young vampire seemed happy to have done this outing made him really happy and he plans to try again next year.

Raphaël :

Maybe he exaggerated a bit. But this is only the second time in his life that he has been in a car! And it was Vladimir who started it! What an idea to talk to him about a car accident when he was already very distressed! He held on to the door every time he felt a bend in the road and he checked several times that his seatbelt was fastened properly. Yes, maybe he asked Ivan too many questions about the airbags and maybe he asked him to slow down too often when he could objectively hear all the cars passing them. But, in his defence, he has travelled much longer on horseback and in a carriage than in a car, and frankly, a horse, he knows very well how he will behave, but the other drivers! What if one of them decides to drive the wrong way on the motorway? What if someone runs a red light and crashes into them? He felt a little guilty when Ivan finally stopped at a motorway service area because they were stressing him out. He didn't need to see the others to know that they were angry with them and quite frankly, he doesn't like it. People are rarely angry with him. He didn't like the rest of the trip in the car with Ethan and Beliat, either. Of course, he soon started to worry again, but that's no reason to threaten to lock him in the trunk! That's not reassuring, it's even more distressing. So finally, he said nothing more the rest of the way.

He had never skied, but agreed to try it on the condition that Ethan didn't bother him with his comments. He has a better sense of balance than Vladimir so he finally figured out how to stand on skis and slide without falling. In the end, he spent most of his evening with Vladimir and Aaron tried to teach the aristocrat to stand on skis. He won't tell Vladimir but he found it very amusing, even if Vladimir must have knocked him down a good ten times trying to catch himself.

He really enjoys playing Monopoly mainly because Vladimir is always on his side and never makes him pay when he falls on one of his squares. It's quite satisfying for him, especially as he doesn't have much luck and tends to fall on the other players' squares a lot. While everyone was arguing about Ethan cheating, Raphael was quietly adding tickets to himself. Nobody, except Vladimir, noticed anything, not even Aaron who was watching the bank. He did feel Aaron's suspicious look after Ethan and Beliath left the room, but all he had to do was flash Aaron his most innocent smile and he'd give up. It's probably cheating, but looking like the sweetest vampire in the manor does come in handy every now and then. In the end, he finished second only to Vladimir, which nobody understood.

He liked Beliath's idea immediately. That's why he supported it almost at once. Christmas films are really among his favourite films, it's romantic, even if it's predictable, and he still loves love stories anyway. Ivan and Ethan's criticisms bothered him a bit of course, he would have liked him to keep quiet during the films but that didn't seem to be on the agenda of the two younger ones who didn't stop whispering for a second despite Aaron's requests.

Walking in the forest for several hours to end up with feet soaked in snow and freezing to death back at the chalet? Not for him. He much preferred Vladimir's proposal to go dog sledding. He can sit in the warmth while chatting with his friends, what more could he ask for?

He could have stayed in the hot springs for hours without any problem. It is very pleasant, there is not as much noise as if the hot springs were open to the public. He can chat with Aaron and laugh at Ethan and Ivan's bickering. In fact, he would have almost fallen asleep in the water, if Aaron hadn't spent most of the night talking to him.

He was quite upset about taking the same car as Ethan and Beliat. In fact, he still hasn't digested last week's threat. So he decided not to speak to either of them. While inwardly panicking whenever he heard a car overtake them. Is he sulking? Yes, totally. Ethan never apologised after all, and it's not as if he was being anxious in the car on purpose.

Ethan :

The beginning of the journey was rather amusing. He was following Ivan's car, mainly out of caution as Raphael and Vladimir were riding with him. But he was mostly joking with Beliath and Aaron, mainly about Ivan's slow driving, he must admit. He started to pay more attention to the car in front of him when Beliath pointed out that Ivan was driving strangely. But it didn't really bother him until Ivan stopped at a motorway service area. He wouldn't have been a doctor if he couldn't even recognise the beginnings of an anxiety attack, and he didn't need a degree in psychology to guess who the two culprits were for the youngest's condition. He couldn't let Vladimir and Raphael get back into the same car as Ivan without risking an accident and he had no desire to get his friends out of a car accident. So he proposed the idea of separating the two aristocrats. Raphael got into the car with him and Beliath while Aaron got in with Ivan and Vladimir. To his dismay, he had not even left the motorway service area when Raphael was already starting to worry again. He's usually more patient than that with Raphael's anxieties, but he couldn't afford to drive at 50 km/h on the motorway without risking an accident. So after Raphaël complained for the umpteenth time, he ended up threatening to knock him out before locking him in the boot. The threat must have worked because he didn't hear him make the slightest comment for the rest of the journey and he was finally able to resume a normal discussion with Beliath.

He bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing at every time Vladimir fell on his skis. Then he ended up skiing further down the slopes with Beliath and Ivan. It was quite amusing, especially since, unlike Beliath, Ivan followed him very easily on the steepest slopes. He often heard the incubus yelling at them to be a bit careful before hearing him swear at them when they passed too close to the trees. He always came first, sometimes far ahead of Ivan. However, he almost broke his neck several times, and even had a bad fall that almost ended up against a tree, which took him a minute to recover from, enough time for Beliath to get seriously worried and decide to stop the ski races and return to the chalet immediately.

He likes Monopoly, but what he likes even more about Monopoly is cheating. It's much more fun to play that way anyway. He was stealing from the bank until Aaron caught him. The wolf yelled at him like a kid caught stealing from the candy jar, it was a little offended. Especially since he wasn't the only one stealing, given the regular disappearance of notes from the bank. Of course Aaron didn't listen to her and accused her of trying to divert his attention from the misdeeds he had committed. He defended himself as much as possible, but it was impossible for him to win the case, so finally he left the room in anger and did not return for the rest of the evening despite Beliath's demands.

He glared at Beliath when he suggested watching a Christmas film. He would have preferred anything to this! Why couldn't he watch the complete Lord of the Rings instead? Or Star Wars? Frankly, he would have even accepted a Marvel. Unfortunately, his complaints went nowhere and in view of the bad weather everyone refused to let him go out skiing alone with Ivan. So he fell back on the couch, grumbling, and consoled himself with the bad movie by having a bowl of popcorn all to himself and criticizing the characters with Ivan.

If Aaron had not decided to accompany Vladimir and Raphael on a dog sled ride, he would have been there. But because Aaron nominated himself, he was able to go on a fun ride with Ivan and Beliath. He made a lot of effort not to argue with the younger one during the evening and he could even say that he almost enjoyed his company... well, okay, he enjoyed his company, but he won't say it.

He wasn't too keen on the idea of Beliath at first. He doesn't really like SPAs and hot springs but it was actually quite fun. He has often succeeded in sinking Ivan, even though the latter has sunk him just as often. The hardest part, however, was trying to get Aaron to sink, but then again, the wolf is literally a mountain of muscle, so Beliath would have had to join them to do it, and he knows very well that the incubus would never have taken the risk of getting his hair wet.

The journey could probably have been more pleasant if Raphael hadn't spent it sulking... It was an empty threat last week! Of course he wasn't going to lock Raphael in the boot! Beliath would never have let him do such a thing anyway and Aaron would get angry with him once he got to the cottage! He did try to bring Raphael into the discussion on the return journey but the vampire remained stubbornly silent and to say that people find him sulky is to say that they have never experienced Raphael's sulking to dare to say that.

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