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roseglazedlens · 8 months

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⦑ 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱? ⦒ ✶.*

pairing(s): ethan winters x afab gn reader synopsis: ethan can't sleep again. as his doting partner, you reach under the sheets, giving him temporary solace to his nightmares at the village. content: smut 18+ only mdni, soft dom ethan, hand & finger kink, sensual, oral (m! receiving), deepthroat, finger fucking, body worship, pet names, hurt/comfort, events in re8, mentions of trauma, nightmares, scars, stitches & prosthetics. a/n 2: please check out my friend @emilzke's ethan winters x reader work called 'rebuilding' which i absolutely love (she got shadowba-nned so give her some love thanks!) a/n: belated birthday gift to @obsolescent, one of my favourite people on this app! sorry this took so long! ! even if its not your bday anymore, hope you still had a good night lovely! enjoy! also inspired by this art of ethan. « 2.2 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

It all started from a little small talk, quiet reassurances of ‘how was your day’ shared intimately under the privacy of the moonlight and each other’s eyes until both of you drift into slumber. The bed, in which you rest together when night falls. Two bedside tables, lived in, and for a moment, a sense of normality has returned.

Ethan was restless in his sleep—a side effect from full-day’s work of software debugs and upgrades that he maintains on the daily. Or perhaps, something more. Something that happened in the village that he spends every minute trying to forget. And despite the passing of seasons, the memory lingers like persistent heat.

His hand fidgets under the covers, shifting fingers up and down in desperation to find yours, as if you might disappear, kidnapped by the shadows of his nightmares and he’s back there again, finding missing flasks, patching you together piece by piece like a detached puzzle. But what he’s actually looking for are parts of himself, that seem to still sit underneath the crumble and debris of the buried village.

“R-Ro…” Ethan’s voice hitches out—frantic, weak.

Through muffled strings of your sleepy breath, you rummage under the sheets to find his hand.

“My dear… It’s me. I’m here.” You turn around to lean into the column between his neck and shoulders, made perfect for you. The moment your hands meet, Ethan clasps them tightly, before relieving, loosening in your reassurance. “You’re okay now. Rose is okay.”

Ethan’s eyes open lightly and just like you promised, Rose is in the cot by your side, gentle baby's breath floating through the air. He brings you closer to his chest, just to nestle into your warmth as he peppers kisses on the crown of your head.

“Did you sleep?” You coo, hands running up his naked torso just to feel them against you.

“A little. I’ll go back to sleep soon. Just need a second.” His chest heaves in front of you, and from what you know about Ethan, his quickened heartbeat will only take a while for him to calm down.

You look up to see him, and find that his eyes are wide awake, simply staring at the ceiling, as if counting sheep to hypnotise him back to sleep. Through lidded eyes, Ethan sees you; and smiles at how you look. His hands move unthinkingly, bringing them to your face before he even realises he’s caressing it, sending a gentle shiver of warmth through your spine.

“Ah.” Ethan puts his hand in the air to stop him, chuckling bashfully. “Sorry for keeping you up. Get some sleep. You have work tomorrow.”

“I’m awake now.” You grumble, catching his hand in the air back to your face, like a toy stolen from a child. You press his hand on your cheek, keeping him there, which Ethan has no problems with.

His hands are different now, you thought as you run your fingers down his hand, feeling every stitch, bump, and rough texture that ran along the back of his palms before hitting you with the cold knuckle of his metal prosthetic fingers along where his ring and pinky finger should have been.

What used to be the compliment getter for Ethan, through the bruise and burns had lost its natural shine, not even his superhuman healing speed is immune to the scars. But to you, the rugginess simply enhances his beauty. Stitches tracing like a map to a treasure, red patches of scar like cherry kisses gracing along the soft plush of his palms. You love it all.

Those are proof of Ethan's survival—That was all you wanted. To hear and feel his presence in the mundane. Side by side with the man you love. But to him, he lost something that day. A part of his soul ripped apart, still underneath the crumble and debris of that buried village.

“Do you need help sleeping?” Your half-lidded eyes can’t obscure your devilish glint in your eyes, hand rustling underneath the sheet, obscure him from the view of what you’re about to do to him. His eyes meet yours, staring right back in disbelief, but simultaneously unable to resist what you have to offer for him in this quiet night.

“Now?” He seems to be genuinely considering the idea. “What if Rose wakes up?”

“She won't if you keep quiet.” You bring his hand to your lips to pepper kisses on his hands, slowing as you’re licking the length of each finger. The pain goes away, replaced by lust, but only ever so slightly.

“Can you do that for me?” You pause, waiting for his answer, and he nods surely. “Good boy.”

Wasting no time to help to get comfortable, you dive your head under the covers just to resurface as a lump under the sheet. Ethan clears his throat in anticipation as you tuck your fingers into boxers, removing just enough for his cock to spring up and meet you in the face.

You run your tongue at the tip of his crest, swirling in small circles to tease his precum out of him, in which he squirms, pushing in his legs slightly before relaxing. It was difficult to see where you are in the darkness of the sheets, but you make do, finding where his crest meets his shaft and following it down the rest of his dick to find the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

When his cock is wet enough to your liking, you meet his tip with the soft seam of your lips, taking his length inch and inch at a time as you tongue around his hardening cock. A low grunt escapes his lips, and you can hear his thoughts fading him as you play with him some more.

He places his hand on your head, blood surging down his body, not quite wanting to hurt you, or accidentally snag on your hair to make it painful.

That’s who your husband is, even when he’s enjoying, he would never want to hurt you. Or at least tries not to.

“O-Oh... m’ god, so fuckin’ goo- Nnh.” That is your cue to move in deeper, hopefully to catch him between words and leave him hitching his breath as you finish him under your nose. Your tongue clashes against his dick that only fills your mouth, eventually leaving no room for your tongue to explore him. The bobs of your head become more messy and difficult, and his whimpers only make you even more excited.

“L-Let m’ see you, babe.” Ethan stifles the words out, lifting the covers up, and you’re embraced by the light of the bedside lamp. A glimpse of Ethan’s silhouette and his round beady eyes staring right into your position that exposes you and the hunger you have for him.

With you now able to see, you catch how his eyes snap shut, brows twist in, feeling every single pulse climbing through his body. His hand that rests on your head grows tighter, one that is neither rough or gentle, just a reassurance and consolance of what you are going through. You feel yourself pooling from how lewd it all sounds.

“Fuck, how did I get married to someone like you?” Ethan whines, bumping his head into the headboard behind with a light thump, but he doesn’t care. You are right in front of him, and he’s taking in the sight of you in with every glimpse of attention he can offer.

The tip of the dick is at the back of your throat. Only now you feel the gag reflex—but you shut your eyes tightly, holding in a little longer until the feeling surely goes away. This is when you feel his hips jerk up against you, thighs widening to welcome you as he whimpers bitten pieces of your name until his spine shakes from the fervour of affection you have been pouring into him.

“G-Get off… I’m fuckin’ gon-gonna…” Ethan’s raspy groan erupts through the room, melodious to you, as his hand struggles to push you off, made weak for any movement from how your skilled lips have treated him.

Ethan falls back to the sheets, with one final grunt, unloads himself directly onto your tongue. And you accept, letting your sore jawline hang wide to receive the fruits of your labour. His hand untenses from your head, abandon to the side of him in order to recollect his thoughts.

You reach over the bedside table to retrieve the tissue box in order to spit out his cum for disposal. You roll back to your side of the bed, checking at Rose's slumber, and when you did you bring the sheets upwards, preparing for your sleep.

“Good night, Ethan.” Are your final words creeping a yawn before turning the lamp off.

Ethan pauses to catch his breath for a moment, then wraps his hands around you, coaxing warm kisses into your neck: “How’d you expect I sleep without tasting you first?”

“I’m on morning shift tomorrow. Need my eight hours.”

“You sure?” There it was. That sweet voice lined with a hint of mischievous tone. The one you can’t resist.

“I’m very sure.” You don’t hesitate, because you know it will give yourself an opening.

He runs his hand up your belly, slightly exposed from your lifted shirt, pressing strokes that almost feels like a massage. Ethan seems to know where to touch you every time to untense you. “By the time I’m done, you’ll sleep like a baby.”

You can be convinced. You can be convinced very much. Especially with how he reaches down to tease you, and knows how your body betrays mind, with how you have wet a patch in your underwear.

“Not very honest, aren’t you?” Ethan lets out an amused grin, as if returning the favour of what you’ve done to him at his barely awake state. “You’ll still get your eight hours. I’ll make you come in five minutes. Guarantee it.”

You roll your eyes and wave at him to go ahead, but secretly, your clit is pulsing at his forwardness, increasingly eager to let him please you. In which Ethan helps himself, running a teasing finger up the length of your cunt just to stop at your clit, swirling lazy circles which only earn a groan from you that Ethan has been desperate to hear all night.

“Etha-an… Hnng… B-Babe…” The feeling run into your veins, growing in need, knotting itself low in your stomach. He delivers as he promises with only his nimble fingers, through slick and slurp, explores the depths of you, finding the spot you desire with skilful ease. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes to feel him filling you with his fingers alone, and encourages him to continue.

He spreads you, adding his second finger now, the cold metal of his ring finger, lacing them on the length of your cunt with practiced ease. The contrast between cold and warm only excites you more. Ethan dotes on your sweet voice, slipping the two curled fingers in and out through a perfect angle that pushes a muffled groan between clenched teeth.

“God, baby.” He takes that as a sign to continue faster and harder, jamming his fingers until the sound of your slick permeates the air, every muscle clenching at him. “You like it when my finger fucks you, huh?”

You let the sensation continue, allow yourself to completely give away control to the man you love. Let him take care of you, like you always do to him. Ethan is merely returning the favour. A slight pain enters through his sensitive finger that still aches from a past wound, in which he winces, and you catch on almost immediately.

“Y-Your hand…”

“Shh… Just be quiet and feel good.” He smiles, not intending to stop anytime soon. Ethan quickens his pace, before you start squeezing into his fingers, demanding urgency, speed through how your thighs close in, as if that would allow more friction on your naked skin.

You open your eyes now, and all you see is sincerity in his eyes, fixed upon you this whole time to make sure you are indeed enjoying what he’s doing to you. And somehow, that is the one action that tips you over the edge, rippling high moans through the back of your throat as you chase your own high directly between his fingers.

“Wow.” Ethan whistles, a bemused grin hanging by his lips as he feels your juices release, spilling on his fingers. “You came so much.”

Ethan brings his fingers up his lips, admiring his handiwork, dripped in your sweet juices, before putting them into his mouth. He runs his tongue around the sides of his slender fingers, savouring every part of his reward.

“Heh. Told you I just need five minutes.”

“That was ten minutes, Mr. Winters.”

“Maybe I can beat my record?” Ethan winks, quite terribly, frankly, and despite how his silly charms would normally convince you, this time, you are functioning with five hours of sleep.

“Don’t even try, Ethan.” He shrugs, slightly defeated, as he joins you into the cosy embrace of your shared bed.

...

“In the morning?”

“Are you serious right now, Ethan?”

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. god i'm so feral for him, every night i'm plagued by the thoughts of ethan cradling me to sleep and whispering into my ear (yes this is a marriage proposal). tags: @valsthea @httpsuguru @emilzke @daydreamrot @navstuffs @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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weirdthinkingdragon · 6 months

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I know it's really late, but yandere Ethan Winters. (He deserves better than Mia even before RE7, fight me.)

RE7Yandere Ethan Winters x reader/you

warnings: a few rather changed canon events, spoilers (kinda re8 spoilers too with one thing?), have a bit of buildup to living with him as yandere, clingy, unwanted touch, obsessive, bit of coercion, delusional behavior, sorta stockholm in a way?

(Before yandere) Ethan who you befriended while Mia was gone and offered to come with. You just had a bad feeling and didn't want him going alone. Somehow he agreed.

Cue you loyally following him and helping him every step of the way. You two watching out for each other and saving each other's asses on way more than just one occasion.

As time passes he slowly starts to feel as if he doesn't love Mia anymore. She still wouldn't tell him anything, and has kept many secrets from him in the past he eventually found out. He's having his doubts of why and how she's here even though she explained it before. The more he thinks of it, the more it feels like another lie. But you haven't lied to him. Kept serious secrets from him even if you were just friends. Even though he's only known you for like two years, you've shared everything with him. You were his rock, his staple to keep everything together when she was gone.

You never see Eveline, but Ethan does and she's not very happy of his slow change of heart. He starts latching onto you, always grabbing your hand whenever you both have to rush somewhere. Or even when it seems to be a minute breather of everything going on. You take it as him just making sure not to split up and lose each other.

That's partially true, but not fully. It's a constant, festering need that rapidly starts to grow in him to always feel you close. Even he himself at the beginning thought that it was worry you both would end up splitting up too. You're the only sane one around him besides Zoe, but she isn't physically around him in this hell. However, he quickly figures out and accepts the truth. He can't tolerate you no longer being around him.

It may be the place itself. It may be him. It may be some sort of fucked up trauma this place is giving him, or even a mix of all three. But none of it matters. Only you do at this point. He never felt as close with Mia as he feels with you now, and no longer even cares for her.

All he wants now is to get out of here with you. But he has no idea what way to get out of this hell, so he'll listen to Zoe until then. He does have a growing resentment for Mia though. Compared to you, he should have seen so many red flags from her in the past. And look now where that's made him and you end up. As a "gift" he's saving several 44 Magnum bullets he plans on using on them. Sure, it might not kill Mia anymore, but it sure as hell will at least slow her down for a while. He also doesn't like how aggressive she is on you compared to him. Sure, none of your limbs have been cut off, you haven't gotten any near-fatal injuries, but it's still bad she's targeted you first every time she comes back.

You two take a short rest break. You lean against his shoulder and end up falling asleep from the now lack of adrenaline rushing through your body.

He lets you. Zoe can wait. Lucas can for sure wait. Mia can definitely wait. It's only you who is important. He also takes the chance and injects you with the serum. You likely don't need it in the first place. He will not have Eveline trying to corrupt you. Try to take you from him. No. One. Can. He won't let them. He'll fight her with his dying breath if he has to as long as you make it out alive.

It eventually comes to a head of Zoe and Mia needing the serum.

Now he's thinking he should have waited until now to inject you to show Mia as a final "fuck you". Oh well. Doing it earlier guaranteed they couldn't swipe it from him if he tried to inject you then.

That's when you think of something. "Wait a minute. Would the serum even work?" The three look at you like you're crazy.

"Why would Eveline give the Baker's family the one thing that could kill her? She's likely not the only thing like her created. Could it be a fake from her knowing Zoe was searching?"

Now Zoe looks at you like you're stupid, while Mia looks like she had a terrifying realization. "That's a very far stretch."

Mia shakes her head, knowing she has to reveal what she's done. "No... It does."

Zoe sighs. "then it must be in the crashed ship they came on."

"the... what ship?" Ethan is trying real hard not to be upset right now. He injected you with a useless serum??

you all decide to get on the boat for now to go to the ship.

Things didn't go as planned as you guys crashed somehow at the ship, and Eveline took Ethan away.

You were wary of her from how many times she previously attacked you, but for now it really seemed she didn't want to. She admitted what she actually was, making you feel really bad for both her and Ethan.

She found the actual serum that will kill Eveline and gave it to you, yelling at Eveline all the while.

Eventually you and Mia find Ethan and work together to pull him out.

She manages to push you and Ethan out the door before closing it. He didn't put up much a resistance, just more confused what she was doing.

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It finally comes to a close when you and Ethan get in the helicopter, and you're relieved to see Mia. Ethan... He's not. Especially after finding out by you he was right. She WAS a part in all the hell Eveline caused, and was even her "handler". That just drastically furthered he doesn't want a thing to do with her anymore.

She took it hard he didn't want to start over with her. Even tried to manipulate him. Since he no longer loved her he could see the signs a mile away, making himself even more angry at his past self for ignoring all of her bad things.

It didn't work. But he did beg you to live with him for at least a while. You were pressured by the Blue Umbrella agreeing with him and wanting to keep a close eye on you two for a while. He was thrilled by his luck of them agreeing.

The clinginess came on FAST. Everywhere you went in the house, or anywhere out of the house, he followed you like a lost puppy. Watching a movie? you better cuddle up to him or he's wrapping his arm around your shoulders to have you lean on him.

The most uncomfortable to you was sharing the same bed, and him cuddling you then as well. You tried to take it again as him just traumatized from the events of before. You know you sure as hell are and still scrub yourself raw every shower remembering the textures of everything. And also feeling bad for him losing Mia. He told you they broke up.

One day out of the blue he started calling you pet names. Hasn't even been a month when he started doing that. You weren't into that type of thing with a friend, and told him to knock it off.

It didn't work. He just became more adamant on it. He wanted to be with you. He absolutely loves you and every single little thing about you.

Now that blew you away. He's gotta be out of his mind. You try to ask Blue Umbrella to move, but they deny. It's as if they don't want you from him either. They don't. They know what he is but thought it would be better not to tell him. They comply to what he wants though to keep him stable. And to run tests on him, which he complies with it that will keep them making you stay with him. He doesn't think that way though.

In some sort of twisted logic in his mind, he doesn't think they're making you stay with him. You just need a little persuasion to realize how you really feel.

It's much more than persuasion though. More like light coercion by the Blue Umbrella. Warnings you'd never get to see your friends or family again did it. Now you can, but Ethan has to be with you, and you absolutely cannot tell them anything of what happened.

You hate to admit it, but as time went on, you started to love Ethan back, craving the constant touches. His constant words of praise, love, adoration, and anything else possible slowly broke your resolve of refusing to love him from it feeling wrong. He almost seemed to worship the floor you walked on, catered everything to you. Spoiled you with everything possible, and with the money given by Umbrella, anything was on affordable range.

You eventually surprise him with a kiss on his lips, sealing your fate together with him further. But hey, at least you're both happy now.

#yandere x reader #yandere resident evil #yandere re7 #yandere ethan winters #yandere ethan winters x reader #yandere ethan winters x you #resident evil 7 #ethan winters

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everyb0dysf00l · 15 days

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Ethan Winters - Fluff Alphabet

Cw: established relationship, mentions of Ethan's trauma, no nsfw, purely fluff

Note: In this fic, Ethan survived the Village. Mia doesn't exist in this work, you're in her place (I love you mia but I love your husband more)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Pre-RE7

Before what happens in Dulvey, Ethan is such a romantic. Always giving you kisses and hugs from behind, buying you gifts all the time. Everyday he gives you a kiss on the cheek before he goes off to work and another when he gets back home. He finds it so endearing when you come up behind him unexpectedly and give him a surprise hug. Overall just a typical loving partner.

Post-RE8

Although his love and affection for you is just as strong as before, probably even stronger now, Ethan finds physical affection to be a complicated thing. On one hand, he's compelled to stay as close to you as possible, both for comfort and for peace of mind, but he also finds touch difficult, especially the unexpected kind. Before, he loved the way you'd wrap your arms around him without warning, however after what he's been through, it makes him freeze up stiff and can trigger his trauma. With every other form of affection however, he seems to become a bit overbearing. He wants you to know he absolutely loves you more than anything, he'll get you presents, take you on dates and make sure you aren't overwhelmed with you work.

B = Best Friend (How would they be as a friend? How would you become they're friend?)

Pre-RE7

Ethan is solidly in between being an introvert and an extrovert. He doesn't really put himself out there but he can easily talk to people and won't shy away from a conversation. He has a few good friends here and there but not very many. He goes to company parties and friend's get-togethers and speaks to people there occasionally. If you're one of his friends, he'll definitely speak to you often, go to your place to hang out a few times and be a shoulder to lean on. However, I see Ethan as a family man over all, he'd much rather spend time with his partner and family but he's still a good friend who cares about his buddies deeply.

Post-RE8

Unfortunately after everything, Ethan starts to revert into himself, only interacting with people when necessary. Due to the BSAA's involvement, he isn't exactly allowed to go back to work and continue talking to his friends, his internet access is also heavily restricted so it's not like he could make new friends. But honestly, he doesn't mind. He wouldn't object to staying close to his family 24/7, he's grown very anxious after the village and likes that he knows his family is safe. Although, he'd like if the BSAA would stop breathing down his neck so much.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Pre-RE7

Ethan is such a cuddlebug, refusing to get up in the morning in turn for more cuddle time with you. Groaning when you insist he should get up for work. Touch is one of his main love languages (after acts of service, of course) he especially loves the classics such as; you lying on his chest while he lays flat on his back, an arm wrapped around you, and him spooning you.

Post-RE8

There's a complex mixture of wanting to protect and wanting to be protected swirling around in his mind. He wants to hold you to him and protect you from any dangers that go bump in the night, to keep you warm and make you feel safe. But he wants to feel safe too, he adores you holding him close to yourself, stroking his hair and reassuring him after he wakes up from one of his nightmares. It all depends on how you're both feeling when it comes time to cuddle.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? Are they good at cooking and cleaning?)

Pre-RE7

This man is the definition of domestic. Look it up in the dictionary and you'll see his name. Ever since he was young, he's always wanted a family of his own. Watching his parents really inspired him and he knew that's what he wanted in life. He also wanted to be a better husband than his own father, his father wasn't abusive or absent or anything of the like, he just wasn't a very hands on partner, leaving Ethan's mother with most of the chores and childcare and Ethan most certainly didn't want to be like that. He doesn't strike me as wanting tons of kids but he'd like 1 or 2 maybe even 3. He isn't a very good cook though, nobody taught him but he'd be willing to learn, you could teach him and call it a date if you'd like.

Post-RE8

All he wants is to keep his family safe and away from harm, that'll always stay as his first and primary priority. He might not want as many children as before, Rosemary is just enough for him if she is for you but he wouldn't protest too much if you want another. His cooking skills improve over time and he'll purchase some cook books, he hasn't really got much else to do with his time these days.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Pre-RE7

If Ethan breaks up with you it's probably because you two just aren't compatible. Ethan is very upfront about what he wants in a relationship right in the beginning, both to save your time and his. He is compassionate, if not a little awkward, when he breaks the news to you. Whatever reaction you have, he's likely to take it like a champ, understanding why you'd be upset. Beside that, Ethan is the "work it out" type of guy, he thinks relationships should be worked on.

Post-RE8

It's basically impossible at this point to call things off. I mean, you could but with the whole witness protection thing it'd be complicated, not to mention after everything you've been through together you've grown a strong trauma bond. You'd have to do something bad, like extremely bad, for him to end things with you at this point.

F = Fiance (How do they feel about commitment?)

Pre-RE7

Like I said under (D=Domestic), Ethan is very big on having a family so I can't see him having a short-term relationship or fling. He makes it clear on your first couple dates what he wants from you two being together, he doesn't want to lead you on or waste his own time or feelings. Depending on how your relationship is, he might propose in a couple years or, if you're just as head over heels for him as he is for you, in just as short a time as a year.

Post-RE8

His commitment to you reaches new levels after everything, Ethan's worst nightmare is losing you. It's almost unhealthy to an extent but he means no malice in his fixation on you he's just traumatised and afraid of losing more than he already has. If you break up with him instead, he'd hide just how distraught he is. He doesn't want to guilt you into staying with him, he wants you to be happy. Although, he will tearfully ask why and if there's any way you two could stay together, if there's any way he could fix this.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Pre-RE7

A gentleman and sweetheart to his core, Ethan tries his best to be as gentle as possible with both your feelings and you. He never makes jokes at your expense or shows you up in front of people. He can make a couple off-handed jokes about you but they're all in jest, he takes them just as good as he gives them. If this man even gets the inkling he's ever physically hurt you by mistake he is going to be very apologetic, asks you how and when so he never makes that mistake again. Whether that be accidentally elbowing you or holding your hand too tightly.

Post-RE8

This man might as well see you as fine china. He knows you're not incapable or in need of him to look after you, but he wants to. He's had enough of feeling powerless. Every touch is gentler than before, if you could believe it, and if for whatever reason you do get hurt he'll fret over you. His care for your emotional wellbeing stays more or less the same aside from taking into consideration the trauma you feel from Dulvey and the village.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are they like?)

Pre-RE7

As I've covered in (A=Affection), one of Ethan's love languages is touch. He loves a hug, especially when you two are sitting on the couch watching a movie or when you're walking down the street at night after a date. Every time he sees you, whether that be after he or you get home from work or when he comes back from a trip, he gives you a rib-crushing hug. He's always very warm and he's quite a soft guy so it just feels like straight comfort, especially after a hard day at work.

Post-RE8

He still loves hugs, he just needs warning before you throw yourself on him. He sees you as a comfort, your hugs are no different, so when he's having one of his bad days he'd appreciate it so much if you'd wrap your arms around him.

I = I love you (How soon do they say it? Who says it first?)

Pre-RE7

Ethan's love is very intense and makes itself known almost immediately. He knows if he loves you pretty early into the relationship, a couple months at most. However, he doesn't want to freak you out or push you away so he holds back on speaking his true feelings. Instead he expresses his love subtly through acts of service and gifts. If you don't say it first, he will confess on one of your dates, maybe at the beach or a nice restaurant. This one actually depends on what type of person you are because if you're the nervous type who doesn't want to say the 3 words then he will be the the one to say it first but if you're more open about your feels you'll be the one to confess first.

Post-RE8

Everyday. Every morning, every night. He wants you to know that he loves you absolutely. Squashing any doubts you're having, which, let's be honest, after every he's put himself through to get you back, you aren't.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Pre-RE7

Ethan isn't a full on jealous partner by any means but if he sees you talking to someone and they're getting flirty, he can become a bit stroppy. He knows you aren't disloyal and trusts you but he can't help but feel kind of insecure. If the person that's flirting with you doesn't back off, he'll immediately approach you, place an arm around your back to rub your shoulder and ask the person if they're okay. A Casual but assertive approach. He won't take his mood out on you though, he knows it's not your fault but he might make a few off hand comments.

Post-RE8

Honestly, at this point it goes from kinda insecure and a lot of jealousy to a lot of insecurity and only a bit of jealousy. He's not got alot of self-esteem, especially about his appearance, specifically his hands. And at this point he's genuinely just tired, he hasn't got the energy to be jealous. He knows your loyal and knows that you'll take away any doubts if you find out how he feels.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like kissing you and where do they like to be kissed?)

Pre-RE7

His kisses are soft and sweet, they only last about a second or two but they're very loving. He prefers cheek kisses, both giving and receiving. He makes sure to give you one every night before bed and every morning when you wake up.

Post-RE8

Kisses become even more frequent. Although he can occasionally struggle with touch, he's grown far more appreciative of it. He's learnt how quick things can go south and how quick you can lose the people you love, so he makes sure to let you know he loves you both verbally and physically.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children? Do they want any of their own?)

Pre-RE7

As stated in (D=Domestic), Ethan's always wanted his own children. At least one minimum. He's an amazing father, he's very attentive, caring and has the patience of a saint. Also a very good teacher, he's able to understand them and help them learn at their own pace. The best father figure a child could have, to be honest.

Post-RE8

After Rosemary, Ethan's fine with no more children. Of course, he'd love a couple more but he's fine as is. He takes 'protective' to a whole new level. Definitely becomes a helicopter parent unintentionally. Also what you could call a 'gentle parent'.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them? What is their routine?)

Pre-RE7

He loves waking up next to you, hates getting up and leaving you. He doesn't wake up too early, maybe an hour and a half, two hours before he has to go to work. He spends most of that lounging in bed with you until you practically force him to get up. His morning routine is very simple and not uncommon; he gets up, brushes his teeth, washes his face, combs his hair, gets dressed, goes downstairs to eat breakfast then leaves with a kiss on your cheek.

Post-RE8

Most of the previous night was spent unslept, his insomnia keeping him up most of the night. With no work to get up to go to, he's allowed to lounge in. It's much easier for him to let himself rest when it's daytime, the night making him nervous and on edge. Any work he has to do is on his laptop which he could work on in bed, if you don't make him get up. The most he's going to do is get up to brush his teeth but even then there have been times where he's just completely let himself rot in bed. He's very appreciative of how much you try to help him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them? What is their routine?)

Pre-RE7

Usually, he throws in the towel around 10-11 pm, not too late or early. He takes a shower before hopping into bed next to you and talking to you until one of you falls asleep. There's honestly not much I can say about his night routine, it's very average and there's not much of note.

Post-RE8

Bedtime for Ethan can vary based on how he's feeling that night. Some nights he finds himself exhausted and can't help but walk to bed and doze off, regardless of if you're next to him or not. However, more often than not, he finds that his insomnia refuses to let up and he ends up sitting in bed at midnight unable to sleep. In these times, he absolutely needs you by his side, both so he isn't alone and he can know for certain you're safe. You both end up staying awake, speaking until the early hours of the morning. Sometimes this helps him drift into sleep, others it doesn't stop him from staying up until the morning.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they reveal everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Pre-RE7

Ethan's the type of guy to joke about how he's actually feeling to see how you'd take it if he straight up told you. He doesn't like telling people everything about himself, he will, however, sprinkle in things about himself here and there. Most of the time this is while you're on dates and he's learning things about you too.

Post-RE8

There's a lot to unpack here. Ethan doesn't tell people what he's going through because he can 'deal with it himself'. He just wants you to be happy overall so he'd put on his best smile and pretend to be okay. That is until he can't anymore, because everyone has a limit, and breaks down in some way. He doesn't want you to see him like that but he knows you won't leave him in that way.

P = Patience (How patient are they? Are they easily angered?)

Pre-RE7

He has about an average amount of patience, maybe even more, but that doesn't mean he can't lose his temper from time to time. Usually, he's the cool, calm and collected one who tries to talk things over. However, in high-stress situations he can get snappy and sarcastic, (like we've already seen ourselves in both games). With you, he can really be so patient and understanding, the last thing he wants is a fight or disagreement.

Post-RE8

His temper lies more or less the same here, the only difference being that he can be a bit more defensive when he's in a bad headspace but he can also be more passive in order to avoid confrontation. Honestly, it depends on the day.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they forget things?)

Pre-RE7

Ethan is a pretty smart guy and has a good memory, being a systems engineer afterall. If you mention anything to him, you can bet he's making a mental note of it. Although, like everyone, he's not got a perfect memory and can forget things at times. He has a calendar he writes dates and times in because of that. He'd never want to forget something important to you.

Post-RE8

This stays the same.

R = Remember (What's their favourite memory of you?)

Pre-RE7

His favourite memory of you is from your third date, when he took you to the beach and you two sat and watched the sunset together. He remembers not being able to look at the sun disappear because he was much too focused on your face and the way the yellow glow lit up your features.

Post-RE8

When Rosemary first came home, Ethan couldn't contain his happiness. You were the one to walk her through the threshold, Ethan close behind with the stuff from the car. You gave Rose a 'tour' of the house, which really was you walking around explaining to her in a baby voice. He watched from the doorway with a grin as you rocked her in your arms. Looking back, Ethan is certain that is his favourite memory out of everything.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Pre-RE7

I'd say at this point he is just the right amount of protective. He's never spoiling for a fight but he isn't afraid to step in when he sees you in trouble. He's not overbearing by any means but he will persuade you to tell him if someone's done something to you and you're holding out on him. Although violence is never his go to, he isn't afraid to defend you physically from someone if he has to.

Post-RE8

After the village, Ethan became slightly paranoid so his protective meter has gone up. If he notices you're upset, he'll immediately ask you what's wrong, the question at the back of his mind always being if someone or something did this to you. If he finds out someone did upset you or threaten you, his immediate response is trying to solve the issue. He still isn't one for violence, especially not now, but his still won't back down from protecting you. If he confronts the perpetrator, he starts out civil, trying his best to solve the issue but if they continue how they are he might be more aggressive with his approach, unlike before.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, gifts, anniversaries and everyday tasks?)

Pre-RE7

Like I've said, Ethan is a thoughtful guy. He always writes down important days and gets you things that remind him of you. He isn't the type of man to get you a thoughtless gift and then tell you 'it's the thought that counts' when you don't like it or make you out to be ungrateful even though it was him who didn't pay attention to what you asked for. He understands if what he's gotten you isn't something you necessarily wanted but he hopes you'll appreciate it because he really does put effort into buying you something you'd like.

Post-RE8

If anything, he becomes even more sentimental about anniversaries and gifts. He appreciates any time the world gives him to spend with you, he has an anniversary for just about everything, he even celebrated his daughter's 'first half-birthday' you tried telling him that wasn't a thing but he wouldn't hear it. He still keeps things written down in his calendar but he just keeps things in mind more now.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

Pre-RE7

Definitely a nail biter. He sometimes can forget to eat and drink when he's absorbed in his work, not to an unhealthy and dangerous level, just pure forgetfulness. He tends to put others before himself even if that means he can catch some flack or end up in danger.

Post-RE8

Terrible at telling people when he's not okay, he can even get defensive or on guard if he's pushed to answer honestly. If he has a nightmare and you don't wake up to his tossing and turning, he'll just lie back down once he's calm again and won't tell you about it in the morning. Some days he can't get up from bed, others he can't keep himself sat and he needs to be doing something, contributing to the household.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? What did they think of their looks?)

Pre-RE7

Ethan has pretty standard hygiene. Brushes his teeth twice a day, showers once a day or something even once every other day, combs and styles his hair with product before he goes out, wears cologne and always dresses presentable. Ethan understands he is an average looking guy but that doesn't really bother him, most people are, but he wants to look good for you.

Post-RE8

At this point, his body is littered with scars, he's missing two of his fingers and he has rings of scars wrapped around his wrists from where they were dismembered and reattached. He's quite insecure about them and doesn't like people looking at them, for him, they bring back a sick feeling in his stomach and terrible memories are quick to follow. He prefers to cover them up to stop people staring and also so you don't have to see them, but if you show you love those parts of him still, even when they're all worn and broken, he'll start to accept them.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Pre-RE7

I feel as though this one is obvious, Ethan loves you very much and would find it very difficult to live with you. If you broke up with him, he'd be very confused and upset, he'd try to make whatever happened up to you, but if you're adamant that you don't want to be with him anymore; he'll become very down. As dramatic as it sounds, he'll probably go into some kind of depression after you leave. He wouldn't date anyone for a while until his friends try to put him out there but he'd find it difficult to have anyone match up to you. Eventually, he'll move on and be able to live without you but he will think about you from time to time. Now if you passed away somehow, he'd be absolutely distraught. Nothing could stop him from mourning you, he'd go in on himself, only leaving the house for work and even then he's missed a few days. He won't put himself back out there, no matter how hard his friends try, he still believes he's obligated to you because you didn't leave him, you were taken from him. (We see this in RE7 when Ethan talks about how Mia has been gone for three years, I genuinely believe in those three years he stayed loyal and didn't go out on dates like his friends wanted him to.)

Post-RE8

After everything he's been through, he can't handle losing you. In the unlikely event you leave him he'll be in pieces, asking you what he did wrong and begging you to stay. He honestly doesn't know if life is worth living after that, he has his daughter though and that keeps him strong and focused. If you pass away, he'll be inconsolable. He'd stop caring for himself and won't interact with people much, Rosemary is what holds him down and stops him from going completely downhill. He'd raise her like how you'd want him too and when she gets older, he will tell her everything about you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Pre-RE7

This man is staying loyal to you through and through. He can't stand or understand cheaters, in his mind if you love somebody, they're enough for you.

Post-RE8

You know those men who leave all the housework and child care to their partners? Ethan is not one of them. He does his part around the home and takes care of Rosemary an equal amount as you. He doesn't see it as 'helping out', it's his house and child as well, he has just as much obligation as you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they don't like, both in general and in a partner?)

There are a couple things. He doesn't like emotional distinctness in a partner, he wants someone to connect with. He doesn't like overall nasty people or bullies. He hasn't got many things he doesn't like but he's very firm with the few he doesn't.

Z = ZZZ (What are their sleeping habits?)

Pre-RE7

Ethan's a pretty average guy when it comes to his sleep, he usually stays asleep the whole night and doesn't really move much besides a few tosses and turns. He's always holding you in some type of way, whether that be whilst you two facing each other on your sides or you nestled on his chest. He gets a healthy eight hours but sometimes falls asleep late due to his work.

Post-RE8

His sleep schedule isn't exactly a schedule, it's more like him trying to slot in sleep whenever he can. His nights are riddled with nightmares and subsequently so are yours, he feels really guilty and tries to fix his sleeping habits for you but he struggles with night time. He physically can't have a peaceful night's sleep without you next to him, there are times he can get so exhausted he'll just pass out on his bed but he needs to know you're safe besides him to actually fall asleep. Unlike before, his hold is no longer casual and loose but secure, he usually has you held in his arms, close to his chest tightly. He likes that you're close to him and any excuse to keep you by him is good enough for him.

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Just had a breakdown in front of my mom about how afraid I am to go to college. Which yanderes would take advantage of this the most?

Hmm let's see:

Mom Rei: she never wanted the apple of her eye to be away from her, and deep down, you don't wanna go either. Or so she has convinced herself.

Dads Erasermic: they don't trust other people, don't trust you not to get hurt by others. The world is just too damn harsh for their bundle of joy.

Step Dad Hawks/Dad Hawks: he has attachment issues and he was already planning on sabotaging your college applications but he's glad you realised it yourself.

Uncle Naoya: very concerned the moment you breakdown. He's scooping you into his arms and whispering words of affirmation, "it's okay, it's okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Honestly, even I didn't think it was a good idea for you to go in the first place." And he tells you that you don't need to go to college ("seriously, you don't. I'm like super rich and you can get my inheritance when you've suffocated me. Just please don't eat my ashes- STOP HITTING ME!") because he can bring college to you! Yeah, Naoya can hire you teachers from around the world who can teach you whatever you want!

Brother Gojo: he snickers as you bury your head into his chest. You really thought he was gonna let you go, huh? See, this is exactly why he can't let you out of his sight. You're too naive, too stupid, too gullible. The world would chew you up and spit you right out. You need him, you're too blind to see it, but you need him. To protect you, to coddle you, to tease you, to guide you. Even if it meant using a firm hand.

Dad Ethan Winters: he sends a quick text to Mia to throw away the chains because they don't need to lock you in the basement anymore. You've come to your senes! He cups your cheek and kisses your forehead before smiling down at you. "I'm glad you decided not to leave us. Rose is gonna have so much fun having a big sister to take care of her. Our family will be happy again." The words sting because you see that Ethan will never realise the trauma you've been through, both physical (from Mia) and emotional (from being neglected for Rose)

Parents Hades and Persephone: Hades is crying right with you, hugging you to his chest and sniffling while Persephone bites her lip to stifle her laughter. "I CANT- I CANT DO IT, DAD! I DONT WANT TO GO!" You cry out. "I DIDNT EVEN WANT YOU TO GO IN THE FIRST PLACE! BUT YOUR MOM SAID ITS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE THE NEST! I DONT WANT YOH TO LEAVE THE NEST, MY LITTLE DOVE!" And you're both sobbing because you've practically been attached to them from birth, never being apart for more than a day or two. Persephone just chuckles and let's you two pull her into a cuddle pile, making a mental note to ask Athena if she can teach you instead of sending you to college.

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(un)lucky? | pigeonholed (pt.1)

pairings: ethan winters x cadou-ified!reader (more on that later lol) warnings: mild descriptions of violence & gore (it is RE8 after all) word count: 759 a/n: so i'm in the process of writing this and frankly have no idea how long this might end up because i decided to begin it on a whim. i have a general idea of following the canon plotline for this series, but i'm open to suggestions and ideas to add :)

Its skull all but burst when he unloaded his last bullet into the lycan's head, splattering rotted brain bits and blackened blood all over his hoodie and tan jacket. Disgust sounded in his throat as he wiped as much of it off as he could. You’d think the horror show that was Dulvey, Louisiana was enough trauma for a lifetime, several lifetimes frankly, but the universe had other plans it seemed. So here he was, knee deep in snow, rubble, and miscellaneous gore in the middle of a forest somewhere in Eastern Europe. A shuffling noise sounded around the corner, and he tried not to voice his disdain as he pulled out his knife. Maybe he could get the upper hand on this one if he could sneak up behind it—

A bird. No, not like the crows that cawed at him incessantly when he was walking through the trees, it was a pigeon that was wrapped up in netting, laying pitifully on the floor. It looked like any sky rat he’d seen in the cities, with a checkered pattern on its wings and its dilated eyes. Somehow it hadn’t caught any adverse attention despite its flapping around in its attempt to escape from its netted demise. While it could have been a trap, he honestly just felt bad for it. It frankly looked like it hadn’t the slightest clue of what was going around it, or really of anything at all. He sighed.

“Hey little guy, need some help?” He knelt over the bird, and it paused in its escape attempt as if acknowledging his voice. However, it soon went wobbling around till it flopped onto its backside. Humor tugged at his lips at how out of place the poor thing was, and he reached down and gently grabbed the net to not startle it. “I’m gonna cut you free, buddy. Try to keep still.” It almost seemed to listen, pausing again, but maybe it recognized the danger of a knife as he went about cutting the bird free. As soon as he pulled the knife away once he was finished, the pigeon jostled about, basically kicking the net off before giving it as much of a stink eye as a bird could before tilting its head at him in classic fashion. “There you are. You’d better be more careful next time, huh?” It cooed back in response, before turning around and walking off… straight into the door of a nearby building. He stared at it, stunned, and he couldn’t keep from barking out a laugh as the bird fell to the side in a daze.

“What did I just say, bud?” Other than a light nudge of his hand, he did little to help the little guy back up as it came to its senses before flying off. He noticed a little falter in its flight pattern though, some of its feathers were clipped. He had his doubts that the bird would survive, but really he could say the same for himself. He entered the building the bird stumbled into and to his relief, found a generous heap of bullets. Maybe he’d be just fine for a little while longer, and who knows? Maybe he’d come across that silly little pigeon again elsewhere too.

You could feel the heat fluttering in your chest as your wings just barely managed to allow you to find purchase on a sturdy enough branch. He was an outsider. Mother Miranda always warned you against straying too far, but your curiosity couldn’t be contained. So naturally, she clipped your wings. Luckily (or unluckily?) that resulted in your unfortunate entanglement with that despicable netting, but led to you meeting him. Him. His hands were warm, radiating heat as he helped you to freedom. Strangers weren’t nice, they weren’t supposed to be! So why did he go out of his way to help you? He could have left you for dead, well, to lay in the snow for a few more hours at least. But he helped you. He looked at you with nothing but mirth and kindness in those mesmerizing eyes of his... He even called you a friend, his buddy! That’s why you directed him towards extra supplies in the house, playing dumb so he wouldn’t catch on— but also because you lost your footing after laying about for so long. The wind whistled, sending a cold chill through your feathers, but you allowed it to lead you off the tree and lend some guidance towards the castle. There was a family meeting today, you were certain, and maybe you could help him just a little bit more.

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Untold Motherhood

so hey fun fact you all weren't actually supposed to get this fic for another few weeks BUT my writing software uh deleted the fics that were supposed to go up this week so! early surprise for y'all

also i just started watching someone play through re4 remake and hey capcom i need you to put leon s kennedy and ethan winters in the same room please and thank you it's for my mental health

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Warnings: panic attacks, mentions of past bodily harm and trauma (it's a resident evil game everyone has trauma)

Pairings: mia/ethan, chris/ethan

Word Count: 3142

The phone falls from Mia’s hands. It clatters onto the table. The noise echoes around and around the walls. Her hands shake. Her breathing comes in sharp pants and she digs her nails into her legs. Don’t do that, comes Ethan’s voice from a lifetime ago, don’t do that, Mia, hey, don’t hurt yourself.

The phone falls from Mia’s hands. It clatters onto the table. The noise echoes around and around the walls. Her hands shake. Her breathing comes in sharp pants and she digs her nails into her legs.

Don’t do that, comes Ethan’s voice from a lifetime ago, don’t do that, Mia, hey, don’t hurt yourself.

The next sob rasps against the inside of her throat and comes out a whine. She wheezes her eyes shut and tries to banish the feeling of Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. But it’s too late: the blackness blurs into rotting wood and sodden floors and the constant whine and chitter of vermin and she’s stumbling through the house and there, there he is—

Her eyes fly open and she staggers to the kitchen, fumbling for a glass and shoving it under the freezing tap. She takes one, two, three big gulps. Heaving with her hands braced against the counter.

She’s not there. She’s not there. She’s in her shitty apartment, with her own god-awful paintings on the walls, with those terrible throw pillows she and Rose made fun of in the store. She’s fine. She’s fine.

It takes too long for her to calm down. She can hear Rose’s disapproving look as she thinks it— Would you tell me it’s stupid to have panic attacks?— and gives herself a shake. She puts the glass in the sink to wash later and goes back to the sofa, staring at her phone on the coffee table.

God, she’d nearly had a heart attack when Chris called her. She was scrambling out of bed, going for her keys, ready to race through the fucking barricade if she had to, only for Chris to tell her that Rose had a nightmare and wanted to talk to her.

She laces her fingers together and puts her elbows on her knees, staring at the phone. Hearing Rose cry make her chest hurt, it always had. From when she was a baby and it was all she knew how to do, all the way up until just now where the poor girl— she’s still a girl, she’s just a child, she’s been through so much— was sobbing after having a nightmare and Chris had to call her.

Mia scrubs her hands over her face. For a second she lets herself imagine a world where Rose was here, with her, where she could run down the hall and open the door and they could hug and talk and do all the things a mother was supposed to do when her daughter had a nightmare. The world shifts—even better, if Ethan were here, he would be up as soon as he heard the first cry, his footsteps quick down the hall and the low echoes of his voice crooning that it’s okay, Rosie, I’m here, Dad’s right here, you’re safe, it’s okay.

Dark water lapping against broken wood and a voice whispering in her ears—

She gives herself a shake.

This was not that fantasy world. Ethan was dead. Rose wasn’t here.

Fuck, Rose couldn’t even call her Mom over the phone.

She buries her face in her hands and lets out a long groan. She should’ve anticipated that Rose would have questions, what teenager doesn’t? It was a miracle it took her this long to ask. Part of Mia worried that as soon as Rose found out something about the Bakers, about anything that had happened, she’d be pestering Mia about it. About what happened, why they weren’t around anymore, whether or not they were family.

Mia flinches at the very thought, screwing her eyes shut and pressing her hands hard to her temples. She’s not there. She’s not there. Eveline is not here. Eveline is gone. Eveline is dead. Rose is here. Rose is not Eveline. She went through a whole journey inside the Megamycete that proved she wasn’t Eveline.

Eveline was still a part of the Megamycete.

A growl escapes her throat and she scowls at the floor. She throws herself up and stomps over to the light, flicking it on and grabbing the box from the shelf. She clears the coffee table with a careless sweep of her arm and sets up the paint as angrily as she can. Her hair tied back in the messiest bun in the world and the drop cloth only barely covering the glass, she reaches blindly for a color and smears it on the page.

She’d gone through psychiatrist after psychiatrist after getting out of that hellhole, half to just get things over with and try to have some level of normalcy with Ethan, and half because none of them seemed to get that she was working for the Connections, she knew what Eveline was, and she was still trapped in the Baker house for three years. They went from treating her like a bioterrorist to a helpless woman in the blink of an eye. The only one who hadn’t was ironically the one that saw the rest of Chris’s team, Dr. O’Shaughnessey.

I want you to try and find another coping mechanism, he’d said during one of their sessions, something that you can use to get some of your feelings out in a way that isn’t as destructive.

What, she’d scoffed, you want me to draw or paint my feelings?

Give it a try. If you do it once and decide I’m full of shit, come back here and tell me and we’ll try something else.

It worked and she hated him a little bit for it.

So, here she was: in the middle of the night, still coming down from a panic attack, smearing paint in a well-used sketchbook. She doesn’t bother to clean her brush or switch to another one, just grabs a different color and squirts it onto the page. Bits splatter up her hands on onto her arms. She wipes her face and leaves a big streak over her nose. A big glob falls off the book and onto the drop cloth.

Rose hadn’t known how Mia would react to questions about Eveline. How could she have? It wasn’t like they’d ever talked about Eveline before, even briefly. And how could Rose know what Mia’s temperament was like when it wasn’t on their supervised-not-supervised meetings where all they did was pretend like they were normal? It wasn’t Rose’s fault. She was the adult. She was the one who was supposed to have a better handle on herself and help Rose, the child, figure things out. That’s what a mother does.

Her hands stutter. Paint splatters again.

She wasn’t an idiot. She noticed that Rose hadn’t been able to call her Mom the whole time.

Guilt makes her breath turn sour and she drags her nails through the paint. The pain in her chest roils with the churning in her gut until she has to lean over the trash can in case she throws up. Memories of being pregnant with Rose, laid up in bed on too many medications to remember, with her body unsure whether to feed the baby or attack the mold. Ethan, not knowing what was going on or why his wife was suddenly so sick, and her not knowing whether to cry with happiness that they were doing it, they were going to have a little girl, or with terror that Eveline might come back, take control of her again. And then seeing Rose, her little Rose, looking so much like Ethan with her sandy hair and blue eyes, and her little face looking up at Mia like a child should, loving their mother with everything they have because it’s all they know, and wanting to throw her at Ethan and run far, far away and never look at her again.

A sob leaves her as she scratches the paint, bits chipping off under her nails. Part of her wants to drive to the compound anyway, even though she knows she’s gonna see Rose tomorrow, just to see her now, make sure she’s alright, just to see that she’s alive and okay and everything.

Chris is there. Ethan is with her. She’s fine.

The worst of the nausea subsides and she glances at her hand. Blue, green, and some other color mangle the middle of her palm and she gets up and goes to the sink. She turns the water warmer and scrubs at the paint. The low sound of the water running gives her something to focus on.

She’d be a fool to think Rose would just drop everything, wouldn’t she? She’s wanted to know why Eveline wanted a family so badly. Why? What sort of nightmares was she having where that was the question?

She turns her hand over to start cleaning the paint from under her nails. In truth, she only has some suspicions about why Eveline was so driven by the idea of a family. It made the most sense to transport her that way, as the child with her parents. And it wasn’t like they told her it wasn’t real, not the way they probably should have. Or should they have? The child was unstable enough as it was, learning that her supposed family was just a guise to get her transported to another facility was—was—

She blinks at the zing of pain. She looks down and notices a paint chip lodged under her nail, still under the water. She stares at it.

Eveline was just a child. A child capable of destroying the population of a small country, a child that held her prisoner for three years, a child that infected an innocent family and drove them to insanity, but still just a child.

She hadn’t known anything other than the lab. The lab and the tests and then she was out and had a family. A fake family, one that would only exist for the duration of a boat ride, but a family.

And then they tried to kill her.

Mia curls her fingers into a fist and grits her teeth. Eveline was the reason she suffered in that wretched house for three years. Eveline was the reason her husband died. Eveline was the reason the Bakers died, that all of those innocent people died, and she needed to be stopped.

She was just a child.

She infected a family that were just trying to help. She forced Zoe Baker to spend three years trying to avoid being murdered by those she loved. She turned that small estate into a living nightmare.

She just wanted to be loved.

She drove Mia insane. She took over her body and poisoned her with the mold. She made her lure Ethan to his death and made her attack him with knives, chainsaws, made her cut off his hand.

She just wanted a family.

Not for the first time that night, she has to reach up and scrub frustrated tears from her eyes, wincing at the sting of the soap. Her fingers come away blue and she remembers the paint on her face. She turns off the sink and goes to the bathroom, scrubbing at the mark until the water runs clear. The light flickers. She grabs a towel and pats her face dry.

She’s going to see Rose tomorrow. They’re going to go get smoothies. They’re going tot all. Rose has questions. She’s going to have to find some way to answer them. She’s going to have to find some way to apologize to her daughter for shouting at her. She’s going to have to find some way to live with herself and all the mistakes she’s made. She’s going to have to find some way to be a mother.

She goes back to the living room. The paint sits innocently on the mess of a coffee table. All the coasters and books and magazines are scattered across the floor. Her sketchbook sits drying in the faint neon lights from beyond the creaky window. Her phone is partly covered by the drop cloth.

She cleans off the bottles and puts them back on the shelf. She folds up the cloth and stashes it in the box. She carries the still-wet sketchbook into her room and puts it on the dresser. She puts everything back on the coffee table. She picks up her phone and plugs it back in next to the bed.

She hesitates for a moment, then she opens the nightstand drawer and takes out a photo.

She took it right after Rose fell asleep in Ethan’s arms, in their house in Romania. The camera looks over his shoulder onto their daughter’s sleeping face. Rose has a little smile and the photo captures the side of Ethan’s turned face as he smiles down at her.

She runs her finger over Rose’s plump cheek. She puts the photo back in the drawer and lies down in bed.

Many miles away, her daughter falls asleep with the same furrow between her brows.

***

“We were going to sell her.”

She sees Chris glance at her out of the corner of her eye. She keeps watching Rose as she walks through the farmer’s market, stopping at the stalls with fresh bread or bouquets in little pots of water. Chris looks around—probably at one of the agents she’s not supposed to know is here—and takes a step closer.

“Eveline?”

Mia nods. “The trip to Argentina was supposed to be my last. After Eveline went there, I guess—she would’ve gone to the highest bidder.”

Chris doesn’t say anything for a moment. Two kids run by, chasing a dog heading for the free dog treat bowl. Rose stops at a place selling organic honey.

“The Connections is no more,” he says eventually, “we put a stop to them. There won’t be another Eveline from them to sell.”

“I know.”

“Unless you think—“

“No. There won’t be. I’ve told you everything I know already.”

They lapse back into silence. They have to move a little out of the way when people keep bumping into them. Rose turns around, looking for them, and Mia raises her hand. Rose spots them and smiles, and she sees Rose look at Chris and smile too.

“She called you.”

“What?”

“The night she had the nightmare. She called you.”

He shifts, leather jacket creaking. “Yeah, she called me.”

The confirmation settles in her gut and churns. Rose called Chris. The man who left Ethan to die. The man who made them move to Romania, where Miranda kidnapped her, stole her body, and broke Rose into pieces, where Ethan was killed. The man who keeps her in a government compound where she has no friends, where they look at her like she’s a freak, a dangerous bioweapon to be exploited and controlled. The man who didn’t hesitate to tell the higher-ups that she was with him, no one else. The man who stuck his neck out for her to keep her safe. The man who made sure that she could see Mia and go to school and visit Ethan’s grave, who took her out for ice cream when she was sad and went to her side when she had a nightmare and needed someone to be there.

“Mia,” she hears, and she’s been quiet for too long, “I didn’t—I never meant to—“

“Thank you for looking after her.”

Chris stutters to a halt. She turns to look at him. He clearly wrestles with whatever it is he was going to say before he swallows it and just gives her a sharp nod. She nods back and turns find Rose. She’s found a stall selling what looks like dish towels and tote bags. She has a brief and fleeting image of Rose as one of those hippies with her hair flowing from under a low headband and a big tunic dress and shakes it away.

The girl loves Ethan’s jacket like it’s her blanket, she wouldn’t give that up for anything.

That’s my girl.

“She’s really something,” comes Chris’s voice and she realizes she must’ve spoken out loud, “you should be proud of her.”

Mia glances at him. He’s watching her too, and he has that soft expression that he gets when he looks at her—or at them, when they’re on the couch cuddled up or laughing about something stupid. She’s not sure he would believe her if she told him what he looked like. She’s not even sure he knows he’s doing it.

“I am proud of her,” she says, “I always am.”

“Yeah.”

“You should be too.”

Now Chris turns and stares at her, eyes wide. Because they don’t talk about this.

They don’t talk about how Chris volunteered to train her and Ethan personally. They don’t talk about how he stayed on their case long after his involvement should’ve been over to do so.

They don’t talk about how he willingly relocated to Romania with them when his whole life was still in the States. They don’t talk about how he helped them move in and shared meals at their house while they were still getting settled.

They don’t talk about how Chris knew Ethan’s favorite wine or what sort of food he didn’t like. They don’t talk about how the two of them got drunk after Ethan died and how long it took for Mia to be okay with doing that.

They don’t talk about how Chris used to look at Ethan. They don’t talk about the time Mia came home and found Chris huddled protectively around Ethan as he cried into his shoulder.

They don’t talk about how Ethan woke up from a panic attack once and immediately asked for Chris. They don’t talk about how Chris skipped a recon mission to sit with Ethan in silence for four hours.

They don’t talk about how both of them had thick voices and tears in their eyes as they flew away from the destroyed village.

Chris is looking at her like this right now because they don’t talk about this.

So they don’t.

They stand there for a few more minutes until Rose comes back and asks them what the hell they’re doing. She hands them each little maple candies and links her arms through theirs as they walk through the market. They try fancy pastries and dried meat and buy overpriced sandwiches from a woman with frizzy hair and a sparkly glasses chain. They sit on a nearby park bench and talk about something else, anything else.

Rose gives her a long hug when it’s time for her to go. Chris nods as they climb into his truck and drive off. She goes home with a fresh loaf of bread. She goes to her room and takes out the photo again.

She kisses her fingertips and touches Ethan’s cheek, then she goes to have a glass of wine.

#dragonbabbles #fic #resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #ethan winters #mia winters #chris redfield #rosemary winters

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gayraltofrivia · 8 months

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RESIDENT EVIL: BECOME HUMAN

(a resident evil x detroit: become human alternate universe)

VERSE ONE: ETHAN WINTERS. android. deviant.

ethan is no longer a human. he just doesn’t know it. he doesn’t know that years ago, mia took the better parts of her deceased ex-husband and crafted her own, perfect, android, devoid of the rules and codes normal androids were forced to abide by. ethan was a deviant from the beginning.

after the trauma of the baker house, it was easy to put everything down to stress-induced hallucinations. if he glimpsed white plastic under malleable skin, if his hands seemed to spark and crackle when they got cut or crushed, he had simply been imagining it all.

once he and mia had escaped the baker farm, he was not allowed to look into any mirror. at least, not until after the kind medics had ordered him to sleep. when he awoke, he could swear he had lost days of time. but that white plastic, that electric crackling, was gone, and when he looked in the mirror again, he was himself.

rose was created using the frozen sperm from the man who had been the real ethan. the android ethan, believing he was the real ethan, never questioned his fatherhood for a second–so much so that mia began to feel, distantly, that she might have done something wrong, tricking the android into believing he was a real person.

she never got the chance to explain.

in the village, it grew harder to explain away his hallucinations. the frightened villagers he met wasted no time in trying to tell ethan what he really was, and their whispered, “android” mutterings played over and over again in his mind. when he lost his fingers–when he lost his hand, and blue blood sprayed out instead of red, he began to believe it. the first-aid medicine didn’t heal so much as corrode, melting metal and plastic down until he could lose no more blood. blue blood.

ethan began to realize that he had been living a lie.

by the time chris redfield found him, ethan was bent and broken, a fading android in a tattered green jacket. “i’m human, right?” he said to chris. chris, who was an android long since deviated himself. the led on his head, glowing a permanent red, luckily gave no sign chris was lying as he answered, “course you are, ethan.”

he was losing too much thirium, by the end. clutching rose in one arm, the other corroded and smoking, he held on to chris and limped towards a salvation he would never see. ethan knew what he was, and he knew that he was dying.

if ethan had known what he was from the start, perhaps he wouldn’t have acted so human. perhaps that would have saved his life. but here, at the end, he passed rose over to chris and searched his mind–his memory banks–for any way to avoid losing himself. any way to avoid fading into oblivion.

in the end, once chris had left, he found it: a server, probably mia’s, where he could empty his memory, pour out everything he had ever been, for safekeeping later. maybe she would delete the whole thing; maybe she would keep him there, keep his memories and fear and shame and guilt forever, occasionally spinning them up to relive what once was. but he was tired–he was traumatized.

he managed to shut off the sensors that would simulate pain, at least, before the explosion ripped through him.

months later, after mia had privately begun to split custody of rose with chris, he managed to hack her home computer.

he found ethan there.

mia, for all her shortcomings, was at least good enough to atone for her sins. she synthesized another android, made him look exactly like he looked before. forced ethan’s memories into his body again, and let chris hold him as he became conscious, screaming and shaking with terror and fear. this time, chris told him the truth. he was an android, but he was safe now.

likes and rbs appreciated. verse two in progress.

#resident evil #detroit become human #ethan winters #mia winters #rosemary winters #chris redfield #alternate universe #resident evil au #resident evil become human

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possessionisamyth · 1 year

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I will defend Mia Winters and her desire for experimenting without limitation only for her to realize the hard way that the code of ethics is there for a reason. Like, it's a very classic scientist take and it was done well for her in RE7.

Mia keeps trying to protect Ethan and save him while under Eveline's control. She's so upset and mournful when she comes back to herself after severely injuring him or trying to kill him. Ethan keeps risking everything to try and save her too despite all the fucked up shit she's doing to him! He knows she's not doing it of her own violation even if he doesn't understand everything that's happening.

They absolutely love each other, and it's very obvious in RE8 for how little we see her that Ethan's death in the Baker home haunted the fuck out of Mia. Prior to being kidnapped, she's fighting with Ethan because he accidentally brought up Dulvey since he's too fucking stupid and traumatized to notice that it's not normal to GLUE YOUR HAND BACK ON WITH DISINFECTANT. The healing animation they chose and kept was deliberate from an audience point of view as he's the first protagonist to glue himself back together. Miranda wouldn't know everything Mia went through, so it was easy to play mad and shut down conversations during the two weeks she was in the Winter's home.

Mia knows the man she married and had a child with is half mold, and it's a horrible secret to keep, but she worked in the damn lab with Eveline. She knew they'd take Ethan away to have the same fucked up shit done to him, and she did prevent this by keeping the secret. She was trying to protect him and his freedom as limited as it was under witness protection. I think it's actually very sweet of her to keep the trauma of her loved one being killed to herself in order for him to have a shot at living!!!! Like!!!! There's something really poetic about it!

Yes, it ended in tragedy, but that's because Miranda was a huge cunt! No, I don't think Mia telling Ethan sooner would've done either of them any favors. He'd either tell Chris or he wouldn't. Ethan would be as concerned and scared about Rose as I know Mia was during the whole fucking 9 months she was carrying that baby and afterwards. I don't know a single white couple that celebrates making it to six months unless their baby is sickly, and Rose was clearly really healthy.

Mia was not perfect, and that's the point! She did a horrible thing in the name of science, but I remember a lot of letters in NEST from RE2 of scientists coming to the same realizations after shit hit the fan. And this was if they weren't being actively threatened to remain employed. She also did give up her old career and went on the straight and narrow instead of having a child and ignoring her to pursue more science like someone I know (Anette Birkin, love ya girl, terrible parenting tho).

You know who else did horrible things in the name of science and regrets it only when shit hits the fan? Gasp! Is that your favorite spaniard Luis who worked on Nemesis? Hmm, it's almost as though working without the moral code of ethics in mind can lead you down a path of producing terrible things whether or not your intentions were well meaning, but hey, at least everyone wore their PPE.

#re #resident evil #mia winters #re7 #re8

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thelightningthatjumpsbetween · 1 year

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Eighteen

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

Sequel of Winters and the Beast, a Resident Evil: Village Story

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Ethan’s eyes opened and he was surprised to see the bedroom, washed in shades of grey. Dawn would come soon; but hadn’t he just been gone briefly? He’d already cried out as he reappeared in the room. Karl awoke with a start, his eyes wild and glinting in the dim light as he grabbed Ethan rather brutishly.

Either he saw the dark stain pooling or he smelled the spilled blood, because he located the wound in seconds, and cursed. Ethan tried to sit up, and then immediately fell back in pain. What the hell had that asshole stabbed him with? It felt as if it had broken off inside. Every movement was torture. And he’d hit one of the larger vessels that nestled underneath Ethan’s ribs; blood was still pouring from behind the slender fingers.

That Karl had the mental capacity to reach under the bed where Ethan kept stacks of clean linen, and hastily slide one of the folded pillowcases over the wound, swiping Ethan’s hand away and holding pressure himself, all while completely nude, spoke to his character and experience with emergency trauma. He didn’t ask what happened, and instead continued to study the blond for other wounds as Ethan hissed, “Not the bamboo sheets! Do you have any idea how expens–”

“Shut up,” Karl said, tilting his head as if listening to something. One hand hovered over the wound as the other applied crushing pressure-the pillowcase was already getting saturated in almost-black blood. As if to the wound instead of Ethan, Karl muttered, “Why aren’t you healin’?”

Rosemary began to cry from the adjacent room, and Ethan cringed, having tried to instinctively rise. He felt the scrape of metal inside and cried out again as he was forced to lower his torso. Any muscle activation from his abdominals was agony. . There was definitely something inside of him.

He hissed through his teeth, wanting to explain this. While he tried to form words, both men heard running footsteps and a door upstairs slammed. Karl was still practicing his strange hover-hand maneuver over Ethan while the excruciatingly-painful stab wound was somewhat dulled by the brunette’s overwhelmingly strong applied pressure.

Running footsteps on the stairs, then the hall. Eva appeared, blinking into focus, in the middle of the room. Her blond strands were tied up in braids piled on her head, and she wore a billowing gown. But one milky-white hand was raised to her face, covering her eyes.

“Are you both decent?”

“Yes,” from Karl.

“No,” from Ethan.

They’d spoken at the same time. Eva rolled her eyes behind her hand, and Donna entered the room the old fashioned way–through the door–seconds later. She made a strange choking noise at seeing Karl on the bed unclothed, and mimicked Eva’s hand gesture. Heisenberg spoke without turning around. “Eva, can you get Rosemary outta there. Donna. Take the door to the basement, it’s past the dining room. Brown bag on the counter, bring it up.”

“I should be healing,” Ethan stuttered as the two women moved in opposite directions, following orders.

“You sure did when I stabbed you,” Heisenberg said thoughtfully, and Ethan’s lips drooped into a frown as he realized the other had probably examined him while he was unconscious, after their first meeting. In fact, knowing Karl, he’d probably stabbed Ethan a few more times just for science and then went and cheerfully wrote in his diary about it.

“But you healed after I pulled the debris out.”

“Oh, great.” Ethan was still trying not to move, and flinching continually from the pain. It felt like even breathing caused the thing to nick more of his nerves, or guts, or something. Eva hurried past them, Rose in arms, and she shot a worried look at Ethan as she passed.

“I’ll start…food,” she issued apologetically as she exited the room, Rose’s cries continuing as she was carried away from her father.

Finally satisfied that there were no other wounds to attend to, Karl raised a sardonic eyebrow at Ethan.

“What the hell happened, exactly?”

“You’re not going to like this,” Ethan said, trying to roll onto his left side to assist the pain, and failing. He curled into a ball, Karl’s pressure on the wound still gnawing at his nerves. “But I was in your factory, and it was…it looked like…you.”

“Me?”

Ethan mashed his face onto a pillow. “You didn’t have scars or a beard. And…a different accent.”

Karl stroked his beard with his free hand, and seemed to make a decision on his own. He pulled the mostly-saturated dressing slowly away, and watched the blood ooze out for only a second before his hovering right hand returned to the area. He’d created a small magnetic field under his palm. Both Karl and Ethan could feel the tug of metal underneath the skin, feel it twitch in response to being magnetized. Ethan cried out in pain as a white-hot slashing sensation cut through more of his tissue, but then felt immediate, intense relief.

A broken shard of blade shot into Karl’s hand, and the engineer clasped it, returning pressure to the wound immediately.

Donna entered the room, still averting her eyes as she approached with the bag. Karl didn’t move to acknowledge her, but he said in a too-easygoing tone, “Feel like stitchin’ him up if he can’t heal it?”

“Of course,” she exhaled, equally unbothered by the idea, and Ethan’s eyes almost fell out of his head. No way. No thanks. Donna with needles was the combination of every nightmare in the world.

But his pain had lessened greatly with the Heisenberg-flavored extraction, and Ethan successfully sat up, panting. He tugged at the pillowcase makeshift bandage. “I think…I can. Let me see.”

Hesitantly, Karl pulled the bandage away again and the trio stared at the wound. Ethan at one time would have found the idea of Karl Heisenberg and Donna Beneviento curiously bending forward to look at his bloody abdomen together, waiting for it to magically heal, an absolutely insane occurrence. Nothing felt insane in his life anymore.

At first, blood still seeped from the wound and Karl shook his head, as if to say “Time’s up,” but just as he motioned for the leather bag and whatever lay within it, Ethan’s peachy skin became tinged with black around the jagged hole in his body. The black areas burned, the same way his finger stumps had before the fingers reappeared. In several moments, the abdominal wound closed up, and Ethan fell back against the bed, covered in sweat. Not only the skin healed; he could feel the inflamed, torn tissue inside settle down into a tolerable throb of pain.

“How incredible,” Donna commented, and her wide brown eyes turned up toward Ethan. “Is this something that…my body…Could also do now?”

“Probably,” Ethan said, exhaling loudly again as Karl took another clean pillowcase and tossed it at Donna. She moved to the bathroom, wetting the fabric, and Ethan made an annoyed noise when it was brought back to Karl and promptly put onto his wound, mopping up the bloodied skin around it.

“You’re buying a whole new set,” Ethan frowned, but Karl didn’t seem to be in a mood to make a snide comment back. He cleaned Ethan’s skin and then turned his attention to the blade in his own palm. Donna, after ensuring her sewing skills weren’t needed, excused herself to go assist Eva, leaving the two men alone.

“You were in the consciousness, I’m guessin’,” Karl began cautiously.

“Yeah.”

“That’s not all you brought back,” the other said, and Ethan stared quizzically. Karl thumbed toward the bottom of the bed where, amid the kicked-off blankets, lay a familiar golden bowl.

“Oh!” It was a welcome sight, Ethan realized. He stretched toward it gingerly, testing out the ache in his body. Ethan was able to grab the bowl, and with a slight blush he placed it on the nightstand. He knew Godric had nothing to do with what had happened; how did he know that? Didn’t matter, he just…knew. In fact, Ethan surmised that Godric would have falcon-punched Not-Karl through every available stratum of Mold and into the void had he been aware of the situation.

And though Ethan should probably have felt some confusion or mistrust at Karl, he knew better. This Heisenberg had done nothing but work to save him; there was nothing to mistrust. Karl turned the shard of blade over; there was a particularly bothered look across his usually amiable features.

“What?”

“I know this knife,” Karl said simply, and he tossed the fragment in his hand, magnetizing it again and allowing it to float several inches above his palm. “Your wound is on your right side,” he added in an even stranger tone of voice.

“Yeah…?”

Karl was staring at him directly now, intently. Ethan met his eyes, and raised his own eyebrows, questioning. The brunette’s next question was clipped.

“He left handed?”

Ethan’s brows lowered into a frown as he fought to remember, and then he scratched his fluffy, messy–thanks to Godric–hair. “The knife. It was in his left hand, yeah.”

Karl’s angry head-shake was never a good thing, even less of a good thing when it was after a comment made by Ethan. The blond didn’t dare speak, so he stared expectantly at the older man.

While shaking his head, Karl’s eyes were on the blood-soaked sheet past Ethan, and he kept his gaze there when he spoke again.

“It’s my brother.”

#wintersberg #heisenwinters #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #donna beneviento #karl x ethan #ethan x karl

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